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Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Internalized Homophobia (Nothing too intense, just questioning oneself if indulging in their feelings is okay.)
Chapter Alerts: Smut is in this story. Please note the citrus scale is being utilized.
Plot Summary: Raoul and Tracks have been friends for a little over a year now. Raoul never expected to develop feelings for Tracks, but things take a hard turn when Raoul sees Tracks with another Transformer seemingly being affectionate. To move on and ignore his feelings, Raoul tries dating a friend of Rocksteady's so he can get over his hurt heart. However, on their next date, Raoul meets a racer who absolutely captures his fancy, who seems a bit similar to a particular Blue Corvette he loves.
Wattpad Link: The Remix of Us
AO3 Link: The Remix of Us
Chapter 1 - Lucky Star
Chapter 2 - I Was Made For Lovin' You
Chapter 3 - How Will I Know
Tracks had been on dates before, but that was on Cybertron or amongst those in the Ark. He was still unfamiliar with how exactly you court on a first date, especially when youāre in disguise, and lying to someone you care about. He made sure his holoform was in something nice, a pair of comfortable jeans and black boots with a red leather jacket along with his usual cropped shirt. He wasnāt entirely sure how Raoul would react, but he knew that he just wanted to look perfect. Tracks quietly waited outside the diner, fixing his holoformās hair, or checking that his form was consistent without any of the pixels from before. Being in his holoform was a learning curve; it was more so an extension of himself, but still him.Ā
Tracks always noted that things felt so much bigger and more exciting than when he was in his root mode. He remembered the day Perceptor informed them about the holomatter and how it could be used for stealth and such, which Tracks immediately offered to be the test guinea pig. He remembered the buzzing excitement, learning to walk in his holoform, and the joys of customizing it. He thought about all this as he quietly checked himself over in the window of the diner. He was trying to decide if it was too late to change the color of the leather jacket. However, he looked in the reflection of his lovely holoform, and from a distance saw Raoul making his way across the street to meet up with Tracks. He whipped around, flashing a sweet smile as he waved Raoul down.
āThere you are, Lucky Star. You had me waiting, yāknow?ā He sweetly teased Raoul as he finally was right in front of him.
āHey! Youāre here earlier than I expected!ā Raoul felt a bit bashful, realizing they both were eager to meet again. He looked over his dateās general appearance, and was just as blown away at how stunning he was again. Raoul was still stuck on the fact that someone like TrĆ”nsito wanted to be around him.
āIāve been eager to see what we could do together.ā Tracks laughed a bit, hoping the date wouldnāt require leaving his Corvette alt mode behind in all its red glory. The further he was, the harder it was to keep his holoform in check. āI havenāt been on too many dates, honestly, so I thought this could be fun.ā Tracks gently took Raoulās hand, letting Raoul gently guide him to the red Corvette.
āWell, I thought youād like to maybe see some cars together? Probably a bit cheesy, but man itās always a fun time!ā Raoul shrugged, hoping TrĆ”nsito took the bait. The black haired mech thought for a moment as he got into the driver's seat.
āThat could be fun. Iāve honestly not had a chance to go to car shows. The last one I went to, I apparently dressed too exceptionally.ā He started up the engine, looking over as he noted Raoulās flushed cheeks as the engine revved. That was Tracksā favorite thing about Raoul, he knew his human couldnāt deny loving the sound of his engine. It was subtle, and maybe something theyād never speak of, but it made Tracksā holoform fizzle for just a klik over how cute his reactions were. āEverything alright?ā He cheekily asked the question as Raoul shrugged off the feeling.
āYeah, yeah, Iām fine.ā He put up an air of confidence as he scoffed. āYou worry too much, man.ā Raoul laughed a bit, to not come off too aggressively or rude. The last thing Raoul wanted to do was scare off his date.
āOf course, well where is this show? I havenāt heard any buzz in any of the tracks Iāve visited recently.ā Tracks easily pulled out, getting into the streets of New York City without a problem. He quietly turned up the radio, listening to Raoulās instructions. It felt different being inside his own subspace. He was aware of how it looked and such, but it was- interesting to say the least that he was driving himself around. Well, more so holding onto the wheel and mimicking driving habits heād seen from Raoul.
It also felt different being right beside Raoul. Tracks was honest with himself, heād abused his holoform before to sneak a peak at Raoul out with friends, or to go out dancing at the same bars as Raoul, but theyād never been close enough to touch or anything this intimate. This was the first time that theyād actually- be this close. Tracks instinctively tried to focus on driving and listening to Raoulās instructions.
āHopefully, you havenāt had a chance to get to know other racers, right? Poplock and Rocksteady have some friends meeting up over by their place, and I thought youād like to join me?ā Raoul prayed silently that his date was up to socializing.
āOh, I usually am not too fond of meeting new people, but I do like looking at other models of cars. Thatās always been my favorite pass time on the road.ā Tracks spoke sweetly, mostly focusing on the road while Raoul felt the pang of anxiety hit him. Of course someone as interesting as TrĆ”nsito wouldnāt want to sit around and meet Raoulās friends.
āWe could do something else if you want!ā Raoul blurted it out, as if he didnāt have to call in a bunch of favors and friends locally to get this mini car show to happen.
āHm? Why? Iād enjoy it. Iāve just never really had the time to meet anyone new between races.ā Tracks wasnāt lying, knowing very well that his work didnāt afford him much time or luxury to just aimlessly speak with humans on any occasion he pleased. Honestly, it usually got too flirty and it made him uncomfortable since he had optics for one human and one alone. āDonāt change your plans for me, Raoul. Iāll enjoy it regardless.ā He smiled and held Raoulās hand as he quietly steered the wheel.
Raoul relaxed once he felt TrĆ”nsitoās hand holding his. Something about it felt so familiar, so comforting. He gently squeezed his hand back and breathed. He let the anxiety roll off himself; allowing him to just be without overthinking every move.
āYeah, yeah. I mean Iām sure itāll be a good time.ā Raoul smiled as they eventually pulled up to the lot. His date swiftly parked as close to the garage as he could. Tracks was sure to get out so he could pop open Raoulās door for him.
Tracks was sure to read up on human courtesies when it came to dates and such. He wanted this to be a good dateā¦ even if he had to cut things off after all this was over. His spark ached at the idea of letting Raoul go in this context. Being human with Raoul was easier. He didnāt feel so self conscious or worried about how tall he was or hurting Raoul by accident due to his stature. He could just beā¦ and it was nice.Ā
āTrĆ”nsito? Hey, hey, are you okay?ā Raoul waved his hand in front of Tracksā face, trying to recapture his attention as the other stared off into space, aimlessly looking at the pavement. Tracks thankfully blinked his eyes a few times.
āHm? Oh, I apologize. I just had a thought on my mind, Raoul.ā Tracks snapped back to reality, abandoning the worry in his processor, taking Raoulās hand and following him into the parking lot of the garage. It was only then that he noted- several of the other racers were people he had beaten in races on several occasions. The awkwardness filled the air for everyone else but Raoul, causing Tracks to stare down at his holoformās feet.
āRaoul, you didnāt tell us you were bringing our competitorā¦ā Some of the others laughed a bit, causing Tracksā face to heat up all shyly. His holoform slightly tried to shrink behind Raoul despite his height difference.Ā
āHm? TrĆ”nsito, you didnāt tell me you competed so often around New York.ā Raoul sighed a bit as he smiled, taking in the fact that his date kicked ass out in these races. It was attractive to him that heād managed to get a date with probably the most skilled racer around.
āI- well, I race around. I told you, I love New York.ā Tracks tried to awkwardly get past the fact it was obvious his āfree spirit roadsterā back story was slowly crumbling due to his former opponents confronting him. He hoped Raoul would just trust him.
āYou sure do, itās like we see you at every race, TrĆ”nsito.ā The other racers chimed in, laughing together as Tracks felt his pixels somewhat fizzle in annoyance.
āOi, leave them alone!ā Rocksteady had emerged from the garage to establish he wasnāt having any of the snark or attitude from their friends. The group sighed, heading into the garage for the free beers they were promised. āI called you idiots here to make a safe, private car show for them! That means leaving them alone!ā The group sighed, heading into the garage for the free beers they were promised. Tracks felt himself finally relax as Raoul looked up at him to check in. Raoul had set this up since the Popsteady Garage was the safest place in New York beside Sparkplugs.Ā
āHey, donāt worry. Steady wouldnāt let them do anything, and if anything I wouldnāt let them near you.ā Raoul cracked a smile, playing all tough for Tracks, and it sent his spark spinning once again, as if it were the moon and Raoul was the Earth. He so easily kept his attention, which he wasnāt used to. How could anyone but himself be so interesting and soā¦ perfect all at the same time?
āIām sure I can easily handle myself, lucky star.ā Tracks laughed shyly, trying to protect his pride as the two slowly walked through the lines and lines of race cars. It was quiet for the most part, minus some light rock being played from a radio in one of the many cars.
āIāve always been a fan of car shows, but you seemed like you prefer quieter scenery? With you being a loner and all, yāknow?ā Raoul was trying to get a peg on who his date was and the things he liked. It was his first time being with someone who wasnāt Tracks.
āHm? I honestly prefer the nightlife. The lights, the music, the dancing.ā Tracks recounted the nights heād spent on his own in bars just enjoying the nightlife. āThe only thing is doing it aloneā¦ā Tracks shook his head, looking away from Raoul as he eyed some other cars. āBut thatās the roadster life, I guess?ā He shrugged.Ā
āDoesnāt have to be that way, yāknow?ā Raoul smiled at him, holding Tracksā hand gently. āI think itād be pretty rad to go out dancing with you sometime.ā Raoulās eyes wouldnāt meet his as they meandered through the lot. Tracks scoffed a bit and got shy.
āReally? No one ever wants to go dancing with me! Something about work in the morning, all the time.ā Tracks scoffed, annoyed, but he himself also had work later in the evening. He and Blaster had lots going on with patrols. Heād warned Tracks of burning the candle by both ends, but having an extra battery for his holoform was helping negate needing an extra recharge. Tracks looked at different cars, taking in all the custom work done on them as he held Raoulās hand. Eventually he heard a whistle come from Raoul as they went by a car with some racing stripes and hooded tires. Raoul looked over the car, abandoning Tracksā hand.
āRaoul? What the devil is it?ā Tracks himself was unimpressed by the car and its tacky color palette. His eyes rolled a bit as his mechanic of a date took note of the car.
āNow that is a car. I bet the engine on this thing is something else.ā Raoul spoke as he waltzed around the car curiously.
āOh please, thatās nothing on my engine.ā Tracks scoffed as he turned his nose up at the tacky ride. āHonestly, should be a crime to be that shade of neonā¦.ā He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling his spark fizzle in a certain way at Raoul giving this model the attention he deserved. Tracks didnāt go through all this work on his holoform to be outdone by some neon mess.
āOh, cāmon. You canāt tell me the decals arenāt cool!ā Raoul laughed a bit as he kept eyeing the car, looking at its matching interior. āDamn, nice leather seats too.āĀ
āI have leather seats, and you havenāt said anything to me about them.ā Tracks felt his face flush, his heel clicking against the pavement. It took a moment for Raoul to finally look at him, and see that the very vain racer was jealous. He noted Tracksā crossed arms and annoyed expression, his blue eyes refusing to meet Raoulās.
āWell, I didnāt think you took so much pride in your car.ā Raoul decided to prod at him a bit, see what made his date tick. He noted Tracksā holoform twitch as he looked at him.
āOf course I take pride in it. Itās the least I can do for my date to have a decent ride.ā Tracks flipped his hair back over his shoulder, acting as if everyone should just know his alt mode is the most important thing to him. The familiarity between himself and Raoul was becoming more and more apparent. He felt too comfortable showing off and being confident in himself. Beside Raoul, Tracks didnāt have to shrink himself to be loved. He could exist and be loved all the same.Ā
āYou are a pretty impressive driver, Iāll give you that, man.ā Raoul laughed a bit, watching as Tracksā holoform settled and smiled all sweet.
āOh honey, you havenāt seen the half of me.ā He winked at Raoul, and walked ahead. The statement caught Raoul off guard as he watched his date look over other models. However, usually Tracks said that kind of thing. At least, based on Raoulās memory, but it could just be a coincidence. He shook his head, catching up with Tracks as they walked through the rows and rows of cars.
Since they were models of close friends, Raoul was able to look under the hood and sneak a peek. They went by a few different models, until they got to another that caught his eye.
āDamn, look at the engine on this? Top speeds could send you flying, I bet. What do you think, TrĆ”nsito?ā Raoul inspected the engine and the inner parts carefully, only hearing a scoff from his date again.
āMy engine is far more impressive than that and you know it.ā Tracks quietly teased, fighting the urge to rev his engine from a distance. Mostly because he couldnāt stop himself from looking at Raoul slightly bent over the car. It wasnāt his fault he got such a good view, but keeping his focus on the conversation was a must. He couldnāt look desperate now.
The comment only made Raoul sigh dramatically and smile at him. He liked the pompous and confident attitude. The afternoon sun just made Tracks look irresistible to Raoul, the warm sunlight bringing out the warmer undertones of his skin. The rays somewhat caught his bright blue eyes in a pretty way, as if he were from another planet. Raoul felt drawn to him, the unspoken familiarity certainly wasnāt helping either of them.Ā
āWant to show me how good that engine is?ā Raoul approached Tracks slowly, closing the slight gap between them. Tracks glanced over at him and easily caught the shift in mood. This was new for him, feeling his spark swirling a mile a minute just trying to keep himself from losing his pixels.
āHoney, I doubt you could handle this ride.ā Tracks smirked to himself and flicked his hair over his shoulder once more, walking ahead as Raoul was left with nothing but a lovely view that nothing, could top. He noted the āHot Rideā tattoo also extended into a tramp stamp his date hadnāt shown him yet. āHowever, Iām sure I can show you how to take this ride for a spin.ā He lightly chucked, appreciating his own wordplay and sauntered off to his Corvette alt mode. He was trying to keep his composure, but Tracks could already feel Raoul eyeing his body.
Raoul couldnāt take his eyes off of him as they headed back to the red Corvette. Tracks leaned against the hood of his alt mode, holding himself together as he fought the urge to rev his engine. Raoul looked hesitant for a moment.
āOh come now, Raoul. I donāt bite.ā He winked at Raoul, causing the more nervous individual to relax.
āHey, I donāt know that.ā Raoul chuckled a bit, getting between Tracksā legs, gently placing his hands on Tracksā thighs as they both looked at one another.
āRaoul, thereās something you should know.ā Tracks sharply breathed in, feeling the anxiety burning in his chest as Raoulās brown eyes looked up at him.
āSure, sweetheart. What is it?ā Raoul spoke warmly, his tone more sweet than usual. It made Tracksā holoform flicker for a klik, but he kept himself calm.
āRaoulā¦ I live a pretty lively life. It wouldnāt be right if you and I startedā¦ dating. Iād be away, quite often. I reallyā¦ really like you, butā¦ the last thing I want to do is lead you on.ā Tracks rested his hand on Raoulās chest, halting him from getting any closer. This was just how things had to be. It was the right thing to do. He couldnāt lead Raoul on like this. He couldnāt keep lying to him.
āI can waitā¦ā Raoul smiled lightly, looking up at him with a kind expression. The cheeky devil knew how to get whatever he wanted out of Tracks, including his holoform. Even if Raoul was unaware this was Tracks, he could play his spark in his direction.
āRaoul, you deserve to find a nice person who will stick around. Someone who willā¦ be here for you. I canāt give you what you need.ā Tracksā spark felt like it was falling apart as he spoke. Tears were already welling in his eyes as he looked away from Raoul. āYou deserve better and more than what I can give you. Iām too much of a hassle. Too much for anyone, reallyā¦ Iām so sorry.ā He scrunched his eyes shut, waiting for the yelling, the screaming, the being angryā¦ he knew Raoul hated losing people. He knew Raoul hated the feeling of being left behind. He remembered when he left Raoul behind to head back home to the Ark and it left the poor human torn up inside. When he came back to NYC, he had never seen someone so depressedā¦
Yet all he felt was Raoulās lips on his. Tracks couldnāt hold back anymore, pulling Raoul closer as they kissed on his hood. He knew this wasnāt the plan. This wasnāt how it was supposed to go, but here he wasā¦ completely caving because Raoul always got what he wanted out of Tracks. It didnāt matter what universe or lifetime, his spark belonged to Raoul.
They parted for a moment. āRaoulā¦ Raoul please, this isnāt how this was-ā Tracks was swiftly interrupted by Raoul kissing him again. He could feel the desperation as Raoulās lips gently moved against his, trying to get Tracks to stop talking, which was a very hard thing to do. Tracks couldnāt help but lightly moan into the kiss as things got more intense, Raoul somewhat pinning his hips to the hood of the Corvette.
They parted again with Raoul panting, and Tracks left feeling flushed. He couldnāt think with Raoul this close. Not when he could feel him so closely for once. If he could reveal his spark to him right in that moment, he would. It was a tender feeling for Tracks, something he had missed from prior to the war.
āI get youāre a racer, TrĆ”nsitoā¦.I know youāre not giving that life up for anyone, especially not after how you have been treated, but Iām willing to be here, okay?ā¦ I donāt mind. Really.ā Raoul looked sweetly at him, his expression soft and warm with nothing but love behind it. āSo can we please not do this?ā¦ If you want to be the free spirit you are, Iām not going to stop you.ā Raoul gently held Tracksā hands in his own, still confused why his date insisted on wearing his racing gloves at all times.
āTrĆ”nsito, I wonāt hate you. I know you think thatās what you deserve, but you donāt. Forget what other people have said.ā He smiled once more, watching as Tracksā holoform just stared at him with a warm expression that was almost unreadable for a moment.
āYou know, Raoulā¦ in all my time racing and traveling. Iāve never met someone who was okay with justā¦ me. Usually they want me to change orā¦ be someone Iām not. Youāve been nothing short of a breath of fresh air.ā Tracks chuckled a bit, already feeling his spark spin in his alt mode, fighting to not rev his engine with excitement.Ā
āI never want you to change anyway.ā Raoulās hands gently went to Tracksā waist, causing him to get shy for a moment. Tracks was still new to human intimacy, and had no practice outside of watching soap operas or sappy romance films. Raoul and Tracksā lips met again, the moment tender and sweet.
Tracks noted how soft and sweet Raoul felt against his holoform. Heād always known Raoul and humans in general were softer, less sturdy than Cybertronians, but that softness against his form felt so right. It feltā¦ natural despite them being universes apart. Raoul pulled Tracksā hips closer to himself, which left Tracks flushed as they made out. He realized that things were getting more intenseā¦ Tracks already felt him pulling at the hem of his pants. While usually Tracks wouldnāt entertain them both being on his hood like thisā¦ Raoul being this close to his alt mode and holoform was sending him for a loop, so like all those novels heād downloaded and read, he gently grinded against Raoul, causing him to moan slightly as they kissed. It was hard for him to imagine what this would feel like, but it was hot and exciting, warm, and sweet. All of it filled Tracks with anxiety as he felt Raoul slowly lower his clothes, things escalating quickly. The two parted for a moment.
āRaoul-ā He took a moment, feeling Raoul against himself for the first time, and it was as exhilarating as heād imagined. Tracks followed Raoulās lead, allowing him to prepare himself, despite it taking some time to get used to for a moment. Especially awkward on the slope that is his alt modeās hood.
āRaoul- this is my first time- like this at least.ā Tracks softly moaned, feeling Raoulās fingers working at his entrance, causing sensations he had never felt before. All of it felt so strange as he softly moaned and let Raoul get him stretched out properly.
āItās okay, Ito.ā Tracks borderline melted at how heād shortened his name, speaking somewhat breathlessly from their passionate make out session. āDid you want to stop? We donāt have to go further than this.ā Raoul looked at Tracks with a level of care, and he shook his head.
āNo, no I want this. Please, Raoul.ā Tracks flushed a bit, moaning once more as he felt Raoulās fingers deep within him. He didnāt know when Raoul had lubricated his hand, possibly to focused on memorizing the feelings welling in his spark.Ā
āOkay, gorgeous. Tell me whenever youāre done. Just tap my shoulder, okay?ā Raoul was experienced enough to know how to handle something as delicate and lovely as Transito. Despite the crude public openness of their moment, he was thankful the spot had some trees blocking any windows and that the garage was somewhat further out of the city, with trees, and a private lot. He was careful to stretch his partner out, listening to his soft moans. If Raoul didnāt know anything, heād assume he was a virgin, but Transito was handling himself just fine in Raoulās hands.
āLet me know when youāre ready for me, Ito. I donāt want to ruin your gorgeous self~ā Raoul winked up at the taller male who looked embarrassed.
āAs if- you could overwhelm me.ā He scoffed for a moment, but nodded shyly once more. āBut I am ready, Raoul.ā He spoke sheepishly, as if he were worried about underperforming.
āLetās hope youāre right, then?~ā Raoul chuckled lowly as he finally released his length. Tracks had no clue it would so impressive in comparison to the reference material he memorized for research purposes, but slowly feeling it enter his holoform was something different entirely. His systems were too sensitive, having to grip onto Raoul as he just felt the beginning of this euphoric moment. He wasnāt sure what the plan was, but Raoul was slow, allowing Tracks to get used to the length despite already begging for more.
āRaoul, Raoul please-ā He whined a bit as he took his time.
āEasy, easyā¦ give yourself time.ā Raoul grunted in his lower register, trying to keep himself from getting too eager. āReady, racer?ā He teased a bit, causing Tracks to let out a breathy laugh and nod.
āFor you? This isnāt my first ride on a track, letās get some rev to that engine.ā He weakly nodded down to Raoulās length, but his cockiness was short-lived as Raoul slowly thrusted in deeper, causing him to moan again, quietly.
The two were careful, kissing to muffle the moans that escaped themselves as Raoul thrust deeper and faster into Tracks. Every time Tracks felt Raoulās length, he tried to memorize how good it felt, since this was fleeting and may not last. The sorrow built up in his spark, but the pain, the pleasure, and raw comfort of the moment had his logical centers ignoring all the hurt. All that mattered in that moment was Raoul, and being his even if it was for just one moment.
It was like a drug, one hit and they didnāt want to let go of one another. Every movement intoxicating, making them fall further and further down the rabbit hole that was this crass, immature romance that was based purely on aĀ fleeting love that would most likely not last past today. Raoul took glances between kisses, taking in how lovely Tracks looked, how beautiful his eyes were, how his hair was slightly tossled from the breeze, and just how many times he whispered āi love youā, over and over again for Raoul to hear between each kiss. It was like he wanted Raoul to remember everything wonderful about this moment. Each thrust let out a small creak from the Corvette beneath them, and each one sent Tracks into a slight frenzy of begging for more of Raoul. He was eager and passionate, but greedy, oh so greedy to soak in any ounce of Raoul he could get, even if it was just this.
āRaoul, please,-ā Tracks spoke quickly, practically gasping for air despite not needing any.
āI know, I know, just relax, Ito. Iāve got you. Just look at me. Donāt overthink it.ā Raoul was sweet guiding him through the high and climax, holding him so tenderly as he continued to please and serve hisĀ date. When Tracks finally hit his limit, it was a bit of a mess, something he realized heād have to clean up, but listening to Raoul let out a low groan in his ear and feeling that warmth within himself was something else entirely. It was the single most invigorating feeling heād had in a long time, better than killing a con in cold blood or getting a clean finish for the day. This was everything.
The two quietly panted, quietly chuckling and exchanging words of affection, when-
āYou two are some risky bastards, banging in public? Raoul, I thought we raised you better!ā Poplockās voice made the two whip their heads around.
Tracks gasped a bit as Raoul finally exited his holoform, and quickly fixed his clothes. He was so embarrassed, quickly using his holoformās leather jacket to clean the spot off his hood.Ā
āReally, Poplock!? Couldnāt give us a moment!?ā Raoul sighed as he pulled up his pants and listened to his friend laugh.
āHey, Steady was getting worried! I didnāt exactly think Iād find you two like this.ā Poplock laughed a bit, watching poor Tracks stumble a bit into his car.
āTransito! Wait, wait!ā Raoul caught onto his plan to speed away and immediately met him in the driverās side window. He saw the mortified expression, and tears slightly welling in his eyes. Tracks was embarrassed, and that was enough for Raoul to try and apologize.
āIām sorry forā¦ my friends, Transito. It was just him looking for us. I promise our next date will be better.ā Raoul gently put his hands on Tracksā who just looked away.
āIā¦ I donāt know about that.ā He was still stuck on the fact that they shouldnāt start a relationship.
He started up the red Corvette, at least letting out the rev in his engine heād been holding in dearly the entire time.
āRaoul we shouldnāt-ā As he turned to look at Raoul, he was gently kissed once more, but rather quickly so he had no time to recover.
āIāll see you tomorrow, Transito?ā Raoul grinned from ear to ear, shy to even attempt another date. He felt the anxiety practically leaking from Tracks.
āItās a date, hun.ā Tracks sweetly blew him a kiss. The two finally parted as Tracks drove off, trying to get back and recharge as soon as possible before he had to patrol with Blaster. Despite being embarrassedā¦ he wanted to stay so desperately bad.
That Shakespeare fellow was right, at least Tracks thought so. Parting truly was such sweet sorrow.
Wanna apologize to yall for not updating or posting outside of Transformers fanfic. One of my parents disowned me, and I'm still processing what I did, how things went, and being abandoned for a 3rd time in my life.
I'm mentally kinda worn out and trying to just keep it pushing, but I really am sorry guys.
And honestly I just feel sorta numb and emotional all at the same time. The worlds moving around me, my body is still moving, but I'm still frozen and stuck on the text messages I read.
