Transformers one-shots

KnockoutxGentlemech!reader

[Before the war]

Knockout blinked as his crimson optics landed on y/n, he was standing big and proud, not optimus prime big but still, his f/c and s/c shining. Knockout stared at him a long moment while he strolled closer but he didn't move, only watching y/n walk with such grace.

He finally stopped infront of him as Knockout gaped a bit, he stammered a moment "wh-who are you?"

"Who am i?" He chuckled and closed Knockout's gaping mouth "I am y/n.. and who may i ask are you my handsome mech?" His servo ever so slightly caressed knockout's chin

Knockout sputtered a moment at being called handsome "Knockout."

"Knockout.. well.." he let the name roll off his glossa and smirked a bit "your creators sure did speak the truth.. you are quite a catch."

Knockout adjusted himself "thank you.."

Y/n smirked slightly when he seen his face darkened to a blue shade

"ive never met a mech that kept themselves looking so nice, what makes you any different? What is your secret?" He raised a curious optic ridge

"I buff myself many times a day.." knockout admitted, stepping back a bit when y/n leaned in closer to him and his smirk widened

"Well.. i believe i already know what kind of mech you are.."

"Y-you do?" He tilted his helm slightly

"Of course. You're insecure.. honestly, i see this too often.." y/n glanced away "but you do keep a healthy habit at the very least.."

Knockout blinked "how did you-"

"I'm a psychologist my dear mech, i can see right through you. You got way too flustered when given compliments.."

Knockout glanced away "oh.."

"Tell you what, we'll go out for some drinks and you can tell me all about you yourself."

Knockout's door wings twitched slightly "O-of course!" He smiled "i would love a good high grade."

"Very well.. let's just say. Mmm.. 8pm sharp tomorrow at the local pub?"

"I'll be there. Count on it."

"Very good. See you then."

When the day came y/n had waited outside for half an hour until the clock hit 8pm. He glanced around and huffed a bit at his tardiness. After another 30 minutes passed he decided to wait inside and stared out the window waiting to see him. Mechs and femmes of all sizes and shapes laughed and had a good time but y/n was concerned. He wondered if knockout got too scared or if something had kept him.

Soon enough he seen a cherry red mech walk in, his posture was somewhat slouched as y/n sipped on his drink but glanced over at him, his mouth gaped a moment before placing his drink back down "Primus, are you ok??" He rushed up to knockout to see his paint job wrecked to hell, he looked awful.

"I'm sorry-" he began but y/n pulled him toward the booth

"Dont be, here, i'll grab us another round." He let knockout settle into the booth before going up to the bartender and grabbing 2 more drinks and returned to the booth, knockout stared down at his servos, his digits twiddled a bit as y/n slid him a drink, he downed it within a minute but y/n watched him

"What happened?"

"I.. got beat up." Knockout shrugged a bit but started downing the drink

"How awful!" Y/n frowned a bit "why?"