#tracks x reader

Tracks is in the middle of trying to put the second layer of new paint on a bot when you message him. Tracks finishes the area he's coating before letting himself open whatever image you'd sent him and- he pauses again and finds himself taking in the provocative teasing sight you'd sent him. His array is slowly trying to become active while staring at the naughty position you'd decided to pose yourself, in an obvious attempt to get him riled up. The caption only makes Tracks click his glossia audibly at the sight.

Tracks is exactly the type of diva who immediately cancels every other appointment he has for the day and works through his current client with a purpose. That purpose? He's suddenly got much more important matters to attend to than detail and paint work! He makes sure his work on his current client is perfect before shoo'ing them out of his work shop while muttering care tips for their new perfect coat. And he reorganizes his tomorrow schedule to squeeze in who he canceled on today while on his drive to your habsuite.

Once Tracks is there he's finding wherever you are (if you do move from your original spot he is a touch upset.) And without a hello, Tracks is getting between your thighs and he's pulling your frame so he can get between them properly. Luckily, there's still high grade all over your frame and modesty panel so Tracks doesn't dilly dally and gets to cleaning your paint (yes, with his glossia). Honestly you were too much-! Making him come over to clean your paint for you like this? Didn't you know high grade when left on paint for long periods of time can lead to possible paint fade?! He's pausing between his glossia dragging on your panel to scold you for your obviously absurd blunder. But he does his dill diligence to clean everything off of you even when he's berating you for being his stupid Conjunx.

9/10 Tracks is a brat but he's your brat. He is the fastest one to get to you here and down to business with the least mayhem left behind him.

Starscream is reading over work in the laboratory when you send him something on his com. He opens the image of whatever it is to glance even though he's in the middle of a paragraph. Because busy schedule be sparkdamned, you were much more important than some silly- Starscream’s optics widen and he freezes exactly in his place and stares at you. And your panel... and the high grade all over- the caption causes his wings to flick.

Starscream’s also the type to immediately get up, other responsibilities be sparkdamned! But then he's reminded that he will not have time for some of his experiment tomorrow if he doesn't get through his today work load. Oh, he is irate. You know. You know he's busy, and you- no matter. Starscream’s lazy attitude is gone and he slams through just what he absolutely needs to get done today. Before rushing out of the laboratory and transforming. Definitely possibly breaks air traffic laws, to get to your habsuite faster than he would otherwise.

Starscream rushes into your habsuite and speed walks while calling out your designation to find you again- when he does finally find you Starscream smiles soft. And then Starscream genuinely smiles- sharp. And he grabs you by your thighs no matter where you're at and gets between them as soon as he can. Honestly sending an image like that to him! You still have high grade all over your lower chassis and modesty panel. Starscream rightfully scolds you before he lets himself taste your panel- the taste of high grade accompanying it. His digits firm, allowing zero chance of you escaping him and pulling away what he rightfully deserved. What would you do without him-?! Huh? Sit there with high grade wasted on your own armor?! Disgraceful- utterly disgraceful. You're lucky he actually cares about you. And double so that you have such an attentive conjunx- truly Starscream spoils you.

8/10 it's Starscream. He gets there slower than Tracks and might leave some loose ends via speeding to get to your habsuite faster, but at least he doesn't get caught.

Astrotrain’s doing cargo delivery with a busy day. It's mostly all cargo transports so at least he doesn't have to worry about anybody trying to complain about him being a "poor host" or some slag. He's flying when he gets a message from you. It's an image so he ends up waiting till he's back on the ground to unload to look- Astrotrain stops in the middle of opening his side door at the sight of you. You with high grade spilled all over your front and closed array- The caption makes his train engine rumble.

Astrotrain is reminded where he is when the mechs supposed to unload their delivery knock on his shuttle door. Slag-! His servos are tied! Astrotrain blasts off after everything is accounted for and picks up speed. Maybe he breaks air traffic laws while trying to finish his rounds as quick as possible. (And maybe he gets a ticket.) Not important. Astrotrain is supposed to unload the last delivery himself as a drop off. Since its not breakable slag, he tilts and just dumps it all onto the ground where he's supposed to leave it and he's fragging gone in a klick.

He stomps into your habsuite because of the slag he had to get through after you sent that to him. Another who mech handles you when he first catches sight of you, but probably more so since Astrotrain’s big enough he's gonna be able to pick you up easy. Even if you happen to be larger since shuttles are build to handle heavy loads. He'll carry you and toss you onto your berth. Before he's forcibly dragging your pelvis up by your hips into the air for easier access. Doesn't matter if you happen to be small enough he ends up making you completely air born- You knew what that slag would do to him-! The high grades starting to get sticky from how long it was sitting on your armor. You fragging- you weren't moving until he got every trace of this mess off your panel-!

7/10 The ticket is a point of contention but Astrotrain does his job as fast as he can and does get to your habsuite quickly regardless.

Skyfire had just gotten back from a short interstellar supply mission he had. The bots were polite thankfully about the cargo delivery and the trip went off without a hitch. Skyfire checks his com when he feels himself get a message from you. He was still stuck orbiting the atmosphere waiting for landing clearance. The image makes him balk and then his fans to turn on when he reads the caption. His cruel conjunx! It's not his fault he's stuck out here! He can't make them hurry any faster! Skyfire huffs and can feel his array stir in interest while staring at the teasing photo.

He's suffering but Skyfire can only urge them to hurry without seeming unreasonable when he cannot also give them a reason why he needs to be done sooner than later. Skyfire can't rush them but when he gets landing clearance he lands in a jog- shouts his status to the pit stop crew and also messages them his internal readings. He transforms again and blasts off when he gets back to where he's allowed to fly in the city. Skyfire flies as quickly as he can without breaking air traffic laws- he wouldn't allow himself to get a ticket! (Also because getting a ticket would make him even later then he already was!)

Skyfire has to catch his vents by the time he lands in front of your habsuite. But he enters and he ends up seeing you almost as soon as he does. Skyfire will get on his knees where you're sitting and rest his cheek against your inner thigh. And look up at you with his optic ridge worried. The high grade is still on your modesty panel but it's mostly dry at this point. Love- why- why did you decide to make him suffer while on his work shift? Did you feel like he'd been neglecting you that badly? Skyfire's servos find your thighs and he drags you towards the edge of your seat. It was- well, it was still possible to clean it off like you'd asked. Even if it might take longer when it was like this...

6/10 Doesn't break air traffic laws like the above two but it's also why he takes so long to get back in the first place. Gets an extra point for being cute.

Another day another cycle working on architecture on cybertron. It was an all servos on deck situation with The Constructicons. Every single one of them was focused on point as Scrapper chimed in between his own work to direct the rest of the team when he needed to. Then all pit breaks loose when Scavenger yelped loudly. Long Haul and Hook turned towards the sound, one to scold, the other to insult about having to fix damage at a time like this. Then they all get to watch Scavenger make a break for it- Actually try and ditch them on shift! Bonecrusher grabbed him before he could run off and Scavenger just shouts your designation while still trying to escape.

They all freeze before checking their coms- Multiple of them curse and Mixmaster whistled. Scrapper stepped forward immediately knowing everyone would scatter as soon as they realized what they were looking at. And what your text said. Promiscuous ( and very attractive) Conjunx aside- They still had a job to do. And they had a lot of ground to cover. Scrapper warns there isn’t going to be any sloppy work but that also didn’t mean they couldn’t also put petal to the metal and work on crunch time. It is a labor- filled with cursing, a few injuries, grime, and a lot of scuffed paint. But they finish their job in record time with no corners cut.

They don’t even stop to wash (much to Hook’s grievances but he’s not letting the rest of them get to you without him!). And they almost take down your door when they shove themselves into your habsuite. It takes them three nano-klicks to realize you're not in the main lounge.The sound of solvent running tells them you’re in your wash rack. You jump and stare at Mixmaster who manged to squeeze himself in first through the wash rack door. Only to end up rushed by all six of your riled up significant others. And they definitely don’t all fit in your wash rack with you but they’re crowding you regardless. Not hesitating to get under the solvent with you and start getting grabby. You’re getting scolded, groped, and grabbed from multiple sides-! Solvent slipping between you all while they show you exactly how much they enjoyed the little photo you’d sent them.

6/10 Even later than Skyfire but they leave no ends untied and also are thorough with treating you right and cleaning you up at the end of it all.

Ratchet is in the middle of doing his rounds for everyone in his unit, having to pick up slack for one of the newer medic assistants because they had to call out due to an emergency. You send him something on his com but only two messages, so Ratchet assumes it isn't an emergency and continues on. He only checks it when he has the time- when he goes on break. He's stops in the middle of raising his energon cube up to his derma at the sight of the high grade spilled down your front. Ratchet’s derma set firm at the caption.

He vents long and deliberately while running through his options. And unfortunately he was stuck. Especially with the shift he was covering while still doing his own. So he buries down the charge trying to circle under his panel. With that he goes back to his work- running through thoughts and the sight of you like that. Ratchet does make sure to stay on his work load and to clean as he goes to help limit how long he'd really be staying. He gets an idea halfway through his shift and he follows through with it after finally finishing his shift and before heading to your habsuite.

You're in your berth by the time Ratchet let's himself in. You're not in recharge thankfully reading something on your data pad, so he announces himself and climbs in after you. You half shift like you were going to make room for him but Ratchet grabs you firm and drags your frame closer instead. He’s kneeling over you before long and he unsubspaces the bottle of high grade he bought- pops it open and flips it upside down- Unceremoniously pouring it out and utterly drenching the front of your frame. When about half is left in the bottle Ratchet stops and flips the bottle right side up and brings it to his derma. Chugging the other half of the bottle till its empty and subspacing it after. Ratchet laughs and finally speaks then. He apologizes about the wait but he had the thought in his mind since you sent those messages to him. And that he plans to follow through with the stupid little perverted idea you put in his processor no matter what.

5/10 Is one, if not the latest any bot could possibly be in this scenario. But Ratchet gets major points for the smoothest damage control he could do in this situation.

Divider credits @/enchanthings, @/cafekitsune, @/diviniyae

• Leaning back as you stretch out a kink in your spine, you study your work. Making that giant, heavy bracelet he’d given you into multiple pieces instead. Standing up to gather them and show him what you’ve done, you stumble when you’re vision goes gray at the edges, chest tight as you abruptly sit in the floor instead and you’re aware of him turning toward you. Worriedly saying your name as you squeeze your eyes shut against the head rush. “Stood up too fast. I’m good,” you manage, feeling his hand on your knee.

• Rumbling, he wishes he wasn’t so small. That he could gather you into his arms and check you over. Hold you. Watching you slowly inhale before your eyes open and you force a smile, you stay on the floor and reach up to fumble around on the table. Before you’re shifting to tuck a leg under yourself and holding out your hand. Showing him what you’ve done with his conjunx gift. “It was so big, I was able to make multiple pieces,” you say as he stares. Realizing you won’t have one piece of his plating on you, but several all over your body. Like you’re proudly displaying that you’re his conjunx. Well, conjunx to be, anyway.

• Can’t tell what he’s thinking from his expression as he just stares at the pieces and you wonder if maybe you made some horrendous, cultural faux pas and he’s just too nice to say it. “Please. Put them on,” he growls. “I need to see you in them.” And his voice dips to a low purr that has your face heating. Realizing this has somehow become intimate and you’re aware of how much you don’t understand about his culture and the threat of an alien shot gun wedding in your future. Flustered, you slowly put each piece on, hearing the tiny mech’s engine rumbling aggressively.

Something in his spark began to swell when he saw you. It wasn't in the youneedtogethatcheckedoutbyFirstAid way. He knew. It is like in those human stories when two people look at each other and fall in love. He isn't sure if you felt the same way at first, but he thinks you probably did. You were holding onto him so tight! That could have also been the fear, but you were still holding onto him after you calmed down! That counts for something. It actually counts for everything!

You became his human companion. Which was and still is the bestest thing ever. You just make his engine rev. He can hardly slow himself down enough to be comprehensible when you're in the room. It's like he got injected with some wacky stamina booster!

He could hardly leave you alone. You got used to it after scolding him many times and having a breakdown or two (or three, four, or maybe five). It's a learning process! Maybe he almost killed Wheelie and Daniel after they took up too much of your social battery multiple times, but that's all in the past!

He used to have to be sneaky about following you everywhere. Now that you're used to him, he doesn't have to be away from you ever. In fact, he pretty much refuses to be. Missions just aren't any fun unless you're near. He can't focus. He'll be too preoccupied thinking about you.

That nasty blaster hit to his processor during your initial meeting didn't help with his whole attention problem.

Itisn'tthatbigofadealthough.

Since you are always with him and he's so fast, he takes you to all the places you want to go! You're thinking of a place. Zoom. You're there. He can even show you some of his favorite places in the galaxy! Sure, sometimes he gets a little too excited (orangry) and tramples someone, but that doesn't happen often (enough to be a real problem). It isn't like you can tell anyway. He's always moving too fast. He cleans up fast too when he wants to!

Sigh. You're just the best. He (practically) has heart pupils in his optics.

He just wants to be with you forever and ever and ever. Oh. He forgot. Humans don't live very long. That's—that's okay though! He'll figure something out. You're his sparkmate. Forever means forever, even if he has to do some very not Autobot-like stuff to make that happen.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 (𝚠/ 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐) ( 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜, 18+ )

The Autobots. His latest and greatest enemies to date. They made Unicron fall and still hold the Matrix of Leadership in their self-righteous grasp. If he can't have the Matrix, then he'll have you: the stubborn bot who is always so willing to target him on the battlefield.

Who do you think you are challenging the mighty Galvatron? You show up on no high-level reports that have been intercepted by his subordinates. You have no useful connections outside of being an Autobot. You don't look particularly flashy or execute moves on the battlefield in a particularly innovative way. You're average.

Lord Galvatron, conqueror of the universe, should be interested in someone who can match his strength. Still, you vex him so! You always get at least one hit on him before anyone else is able. It feels almost personal, like you're the one seeking him out to do more than just fight.

Considering your abysmal rank, hardly anything to note, you shouldn't be too hard to abduct. You'll finally get the attention you've been seeking from him. He is cautioned to be patient, but when has patience ever aided his cause?

He snatches you up himself, faceplate twisting into that self-satisfied smirk of his at your inability to escape his grasp. Your pathetic comrades come after him, but they hardly make a dent. You're finally his, nothing but his.

He stashes you away in their base on Chaar, so deep within the facility that the entire Autobot army would have to descend upon it just to have a chance at getting you. He might already be on the Autobots' radar again. They are probably staging a rescue mission as you lie in temporary stasis at his pedes.

He sees a beauty in you that is tainted by your blue optics and the garish red emblems on your frame. He has some others get rid of them while you're still out-of-order while he attends to other business. If he keeps the Autobots busy, then you'll have to be low on their priority list. Even—even if one gets in, he'll blast them to bits before they have a chance to land their filthy, self-righteous servos on you!

A new coat of paint never hurt anyone either. He makes sure it's a hideous color. He has to remind you that you are beneath him in every way conceivable. Perhaps, if you grovel enough, he'll have you repainted and polished to something more suited to your frame.

He sits on his throne, spike pressurized as he imagines all the ways he can degrade you into being nothing more than an obedient toy for him to use. That's what you wanted, right? You must've known that's what you signed up for by challenging his authority so boldly, so repeatedly.

You always have energy suppressant chains on, with a heavy collar branded with the shining Decepticon symbol. Your frame is marred with his selfish assaults: new dents and deep denta marks appearing daily. You aren't allowed to interact with the other Decepticons. Even if you wanted to, they are under order to pretend as if you don't exist. Any con that breaks the order is subject to (lethal) termination.

Besides your oh-so-arousing time with Galvatron, being forced to sit at his pedes or be used as his pedstool, you have a few other Decepticons that maintain your captured status when Galvatron is unable. Cyclonus and Scourge are the most notable. They're skittish around you, anxious not to rouse their master's rampant anger, but also eager to please him by guarding you. You may have had a chance in manipulating them if it weren't for the fact that Soundblaster, or one of his deployers, is always near. Anything you say will be reported to Galvatron, most likely to be mocked by him later.

Don't think of disobeying. He always has the most lovely punishments in mind if/when you do. Starvation and further isolation are easy but boring. Beatings are only somewhat effective. He still needs you alive, so he can't go too far. Make a string of outlandish threats, and you won't fear him any longer.

Then it came to him, as if Unicron were still whispering the dirtiest things into his process, guiding him to further debauchery: What is more intimate than interfacing? There is no better way to control you than to control your own desires.

He could make you sit on his lap while you're spikewarming him as he plays with your valve, ignoring your spike, as he orders Decepticons around.

He could make you always keep your panel open and threaten to let other Decepticons use you if they wanted to blow off some steam. (He would never actually let that happen. He's far too possessive.)

He could keep a toy inside you, edging you until you collapse and beg to be forgiven for your misdeeds.

He could keep you tied up in your cell, stuffed with aphrodisiacs so your systems overheat from a lack of release. You would be helpless to do anything but suffer in your need.

He could keep you constantly stuffed with his transfluids, threatening further castigation if you allow too much to spill out. Your spike can be tortured with a spikering simultaneously, lubricant threatening to drip out of it, which he naturally can't allow.

Such tantalizing options. He can't help but make his rules around you stricter, those collar and chains feeling like they'll tear your frame from your inner circuitry. He'll give you an opportunity to escape, which is really a path back to him, so he can reprimand you.

He is further consumed by greed, not satisfied by your frame's submission. He takes the final step in exerting his control over you: spark bonding. You will be tied to him so sacredly until you go offline. You will be stuck with him invading your innermost thoughts and forcing emotions upon you. Maybe then you'll understand his madness.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙺𝚞𝚙 (𝚠/ 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

There was this battle once, and shame on him for not letting sleeping cyberwolves lie, where his entire squad was being ruthlessly slaughtered by Decepticons. They were outnumbered a hundred to one, shots ringing out all around him. He thought his spark was going to pop from the chaos surrounding him.

Then a fresh scout managed to wander their way into the ambush, being so foolishly ordered to search and find him to relay battle information. Your comms hadn't been scrambled since you weren't a part of his squadron, so you called in backup and the day was salvaged, somewhat. Good soldiers were lost that day, a whole void of a lot better than him. Yet, you saved him. You found him, and in a way he found you.

You're older now, much older, but still nowhere near his age. You're experienced and for Primus's sake, that's more attractive than it should be. He's up on the command chain and knows it's breaking several rank codes to be vying after you. Even if he did let himself want you, his interface panel is practically rusted shut from disuse.

You can take care of yourself, but that nagging feeling still scratches more paranoia into his processor. War doesn't discriminate in its victims. You could easily be next. He's always kept an eye on you over the vorns so taking a more intimate approach isn't too harmful, yeah.

You have the respect for a Prime that you should, and considering he works closely with Rodimus, the sunset colored bot that has been a pain in his aft for way too many cycles is now paying his dues. It does set a jolt of bitter jealously through his circuits when he sees how elated you are to finally meet Rodimus. You almost forget the mech that gave you the opportunity. The quick embrace made it all worth it—almost.

Now you work alongside him, occasionally assisting Rodimus and the other higher-ups in missions. (Never missions that are medium or high risk. He ensures that.) He unabashedly stares at you, lovesickness present in his frame, only obvious to those who knew him before he was well-worn by war. He's upset that you hardly remember him. Then again, perhaps that is a small blessing. One of many. It'd be easier for you to decipher his intentions if you were more perceptive.

The Autobots notice the changes in Kup.

He begins speaking to himself more often. He's personally detailing everything he has seen you do today. He's planning your future. He can't help but fantasize. That's what gotten him through all these years. If someone interrupts his ramblings, then his mood turns sour. He won't tell them off, but there will be a scowl on his faceplate and displeasure thick in his field.

He treats you like a conjunx. Whenever you do something there's a slight upturn in his lipplates. He has your schedule and is always reminding you of things, bringing you your energon, and watching you intake it. He sits with you whenever he can—always chatting you up—telling stories the other bots don't think they've ever heard before. He doesn't leave you alone. He gets perturbed whenever someone is interested in you. For Primus's sake, his habsuite is right next to yours! He talks about bonding with you "just so he can guide you through the experience."

He's distracted from his duties and more prone to destructive fits. The thought of them makes most bots shudder.

They grow worried that the old bot's processor is breaking down after millions of years of overexertion.

Their approach is gentle in intervening with his preoccupation of you. Ultra Magnus stages an intervention. Something that would've happened if not for the fact that Cybertron had explosives planted in its core. How the Decepticon Headmasters managed to sneak past all the defenses is a mystery, especially with Kup on duty.

All of his fears were realized in that moment.

You are in danger. Cybertron at stake. You are in peril, so close to offlining on their homeworld. The homeworld he swore to protect until the last pulse of his spark.

Yet, the good guys don't always win. This isn't some organic television show.

Zarak is successful in blowing up Cybertron. Galvatron disappears. Soldiers on both sides are obliterated: erased from existence by a single blast.

Now Rodimus must find a new home for them all. You're coming with them to settle on a new planet. A mission more dangerous than any other he's ever let you on.

These unprecedented times make it crucial that you bond with him, whether you understand that or not.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 (𝚠/ 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

His greatest pal Raoul brought a good buddy of his along for a joyride last week. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about you since. He knows you haven't been able to stop thinking about him either. Who would be able to get a good look at this fine polish and nice aft and just forget, not be absolutely enamored?

You treated his interior with the delicate hand it deserves, rightfully amazed by his very existence. For a moment he almost felt bitter towards Raoul. He's organic and was able to befriend a beauty such as yourself with relative ease. All the while he must stay in his alt-mode, however impressive, most of the time. He usually wouldn't mind. He'd even be grateful to cruise around, but being forced to play third-wheel? Nah. Tracks don't roll that way. He feels betrayed, but that quickly passes as his processor melts into a tentative bliss remembering your organic frame.

He is reasonable in his inquiries about you, constantly pestering Raoul. When his buddy teases him he denies the premise of him "crushing" on someone. He is to be admired. He does not yearn. Others yearn to be graced by his presence. All Raoul does is roll his eyes and chuckle, entertaining the Chevrolet Corvette Stingray C3's love-struck antics. Raoul is blissfully unaware of how far Track's depravity goes.

The more he sees you, the more he needs you. You need a little shaping. Your personality could be softer, more in awe of him. You could dress more like a living doll than a person. He'd love that. He'll make sure you end up that way one day soon.

He isn't going to abduct you. No, Tracks doesn't make the first move. However, if you were to take a ride with him without Raoul, and he had no other pressing duties to attend to, you may just end up in his lavish habsuite: muffled with a cute little gag and dressed to look your best.

He isn't evil; he's just—unique. It isn't like the other Autobots are saints! They've all thought of keeping organic pets. How come other humans get to hang around, but he has interest in one organic, and suddenly he's the villain? He's treating you well! The best, in fact.

As long as you give him the attention he deserves, you have the perfect life. All the things you'd ever want or need. If you don't. If you dare to deny yourself him, then you need to learn a lesson. A very unfortunate one. Just because he's glamorous doesn't mean he won't get his servos (temporarily) dirty. May Primus, or whatever organic deities your kind has conjured, save you if you manage to damage him, physically or ego-wise, in the slightest.

Your sole focus should be on him when he is around but alas, there are Decepticons to turn to slag. He wouldn't want your dumb human brain to get bored and conjure up any fantastical ideas, like escaping, so he gives you things to keep you occupied. Perhaps he even gets Wheeljack to make him some new toys, after a lot of coaxing and well-crafted lies, for you.

There is also Raoul and his other sparse relationships that he must attend to. They feel even more draining now. Raoul was his first human friend, but now he feels more like an irritant. He's constantly blabbering on about you, urging Tracks to continue looking for you. He thinks the Decepticons did it. Tracks always has to hold back, well everything, he's feeling because it'd give him away. As if the Decepticons could pull off what he has done.

When Raoul goes to the Autobots behind his backstruct, Tracks is furious. His spark feels as if there is a fissure in it. He doesn't know what he's doing. When his processor stabilizes again he realizes there's a stain on his servo. He cleans it off, feeling grim now. At least there's one less problem he has to attend to.

Tracks is more withdrawn around others. They notice. He brushes them off. His self-centered attitude drives them away. He comes to you for solace and is the sweetest when he's feeling insecure. Not insecure. Tracks would never feel insecure. It's just that there's no word in English to describe it! Yeah. Lost in translation from Cybertronian to Human English.

He goes and comes as he pleases, all the while you're ordered to stay the same. As you age or break he becomes infuriated, scrambling to find some fix-all for this. He blames you but always forgives you. It isn't entirely your fault that your body is so limited.

He may go mad keeping you prim and proper.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝚆𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔-𝙶𝚊𝚛 (𝚠/ 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕! 𝚆𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜.

𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢? 𝙷𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎!

𝙱𝚞𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚢!

𝙶𝚎𝚝 3, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍.

[ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 ]

That was the last program Wreck-Gar watched before he found your out-of-service frame under the newest pile of treasures that ended up on Junk.

" 𝙰𝚑, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚖' 𝚊𝚕𝚕! "

Your frame is still well, despite the damage. Must've been a nasty battle. It'd be a shame to scrap you when you still have so much potential. So the Junkions do what they do second best. They fixed you at Wreck-Gar's command. It's only right. They are still Autobots, despite their odd quirks and ends.

He can't help but be a little selfish and make you look more like a Junkion. It'll help you blend in. He's doing you a favor. Some of the parts that land here are leagues better than the ones you currently have installed. Surely you won't mind an upgrade.

When you boot up again, he swears his spark stalls for a moment. He sees how lifeless everything around him was before he found you. You're just so fascinating and odd too: a ball of mystery that must be unraveled.

Junkions are collectors by nature. Maybe he wants to collect you. He technically already has you in his grasp. You're indebted to him.

" 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠! 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢. "

You accept and are gracious towards your hosts, like the lovely gem you are. You are even curious, which is such a lovely word. Very few look at Junk and give it a second thought. They are even ruder to its residents. This never fails to get on Wreck-Gar's nerves. Wreck-Gar's nerves are always on when around you, but for a different reason, in a different way. wink. wink.

Most beings would keep something as precious as you locked up. While that may be enticing, you are sentient. He can't let you wilt like an organic plant! You go on excursions with him so you can acquaint yourself with your new home. He also just wants to show off how cool this place is. It' be crazy for you to want to go back to your place of origin.

Whenever you mention leaving, he quickly distracts you. If you call him out on it, he's cheeky.

" 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 2, 𝚍-𝚍𝚊𝚛-𝚕𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚐𝚐𝚐𝚐𝚐! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 "𝙴𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎!" "

Anybody's voice that seeks to lead you astray, strangers' or friends', is swiftly compressed by a kind compactor. A lot of beings underestimate Wreck-Gar so it's never too hard to catch them off guard. The best part is there's no evidence left! There is just more junk that Wreck-Gar, can use for his collection. And even if you did stumble upon him recycling, he could explain! You'd understand. He's sure. You're interlinked with him despite not yet being bonded.

His spark is always racing around you.

His internal temperature exceeds its normal levels.

His wiring threatens to come undone if separated from you for more than exactly 3.14159265358 cycles.

He can't even make a proper junk pile when you're gone!

His frame betrays him so intimately because it knows you were meant to be.

What more confirmation does he need than the fact that you are an Autobot from Earth? The same Earth that all Junkions get their TV from.

You were a signal he intercepted. He isn't changing the channel ever.

" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝. "

He's not wearing a costume on Halloween, don't even try it. He's not a child, he has no interest in such frivolous things. However, when you show him the google images of Halloween costumes and point to the many children having fun in an attempt to sway him in your favor, you do see his optics soften a bit as he observes them, a glimmer of something dances behind those beautiful light blue stars of his, but you can't quite make it out.. To his dismay, he wouldn't mind eventually having a few children of his own with you.. Though he doesn't really want to dress up himself, he wouldn't mind dressing up a kid of his own then gushing about how cute they are.. maybe even taking a few pictures to commemorate. But he'll settle with you for now. Having sparklings will remain his own little private fantasy until he feels it's the perfect time to bring it up to you.. What he's really shameful about is the fact he started picturing what your children would look like within the first week of meeting you.. now that hurts his pride.

He will do some DIY projects with you so long as it's not messy and it's not too difficult, but he might be a bit lenient for your sake. The only DIY he liked (other than the paper ones) was making a costume for you, little cat ears and a fluffy tail, he thinks you look adorable in it.. partially out of pride, he's very proud of himself because of how good they turned out, please humor him and commend his hard work.

He puts you in the most flamboyantly inappropriate costumes possible and attempts to convince you to 'strut your stuff' around the ship... he really just wants to show off the hottie he landed, but upon hearing your several denials of the idea, he settles on just having a little costume showcase privately. He finds several he loves and wants you to try on and literally pleads that you have a little fashion show with him as your only witness (secretly he enjoys this idea way more than the idea of showing you off). He implores you do it at least 2 more times as the month of October goes on, which you reluctantly do. Honestly, you're surprised he keeps finding cute costumes for you to wear, especially ones that fit you perfectly (little do you know, he alters them to fit your form snugly in order to show off your curves). Each time he gets more into it, openly fawning over you and hitting on you as you flaunt for him. You might have to run him under some cold water after to 'cool him down'... unless you want his hands all over you, then don't and deal with Mr needy pants.

No pretty drive arounds for him, he tries to stay inside as much as possible during fall.. but when he notices you get a bit upset after a while, he does (albeit begrudgingly) take you out on a nice date, first to a wonderful fancy restaurant, then to a nice little look out to enjoy the glamorous sunset.. ugh. Pollen gets all over his waxed chrome, but it was worth it to have a glass of wine and unwind while admiring the pretty view with you.. of you. He loved the way the sun's glow reflected off your face, pretty bright colors, pink, purple, and golden rays.. just gorgeous... You're just gorgeous. You're the most breathtaking sight he'll ever bare witness of.

During most of October, he near constantly tries to convince you that you want to cuddle with him... He's too proud to admit that he wants to cuddle with you constantly, he hates how dependant on you he is already and you're mutual love has barely begun to blossom. He fears what he may do if he loses you.. he's already completely and solely dependant on you for pretty much everything, needing praise from you during trying times, actually caring about what someone thinks (you) and needing you to validate him continuously... he feels so very vulnerable and shameful about it. But you always make sure to console him and explain to him that you don't mind and that it's okay to need validation from someone you love.. and that just makes him fall for you even harder. So instead of admitting just how much he needs you.. he's going to try to make you think you need him instead (you catch on immediately and play along to spare his pride). He doesn't mean it toxicly though, he's just scared you're going to leave him if he admits his true unwavering feelings. Who would want someone to be completely obsessed with them..? Well, he does, but other than his weird self? No one, he fears.

At least he's good at the cuddle days he's oh so fond of, he makes sure to rub on you and kiss across your entire body, praising the way you look and feel.. how your soft skin feels like the clouds lining the heavens above as he rakes his hands across your torso, how velvety he thinks your voice is and how it soothes him during his times of need, how kind and selfless you are... he just loses himself in you. He gives you a continuous stream of validation and love as he massages any sore spots you may have. You have to admit, though Tracks is a bit high maintenance, he's a very attentive and kind lover.

He will go to the stupid fucking Halloween party with you if it's so 'important' to you. But just know that he'd prefer to be alone with you instead (you promise him that tomorrow he'll get his alone time with you if he goes with you today). He doesn't enjoy it at all, every bot watching you bounce around in your cute little costume he helped pick out (perhaps too cute for public spaces) and gushing about how cute and pretty you are, ugh! He hates it, he makes you leave early because of it, if he was to admit any fault he was deathly aware of possessing it would most definitely be his posessivness of you, that's the only trait he'll willingly admit he has that's even remotely negative.. and it's mostly just because he can't deny it as he scoops you up and marches off to his habsuite with you. And if you think he's not going to try to get in your pants after that stupid party to claim you over and over again, then you have another thing coming. Before you even get the chance to tease him for his little pissy outburst he has you bent over his berth with his servos tucked snuggly beneath your undergarments right inbetween your legs. Good luck calming him down.

• Your anxiety is winding him up and he just wants to gather you in his arms and hug you. Still honored that you’d asked him to help teach you. “Hand on the shifter, but gently. Don’t strangle it. Finesse it where you need it to go,” he purrs and you squirm in his seat, foot still on the brake as you put him in drive. “That’s right. Just like that.” And you stare at his steering wheel, your field shifting as he distracts you from the fear. Though, he’s not entirely sure this is better. Because now he’s distracted by you and your adorable embarrassment.

• He’s doing it on purpose. Has to be. But it’s working even as you’re a flustered mess, because you’re not freaking out at being behind the wheel. Driving him slowly around the empty parking lot, you listen to him murmuring soft encouragement. “See? You know how to handle my equipment just fine.” Shoulders shaking as you try not to laugh, you bite into the inside of your cheek. He knows exactly what he’s doing. There’s no way he doesn’t. ‘Please, just pretend to be a car.’

• “I am a car,” he replies, enjoying watching you squirm as you try to be serious and not laugh. ‘A normal car.’ Venting as you turn the wheel, he feels you relax in his seat, no longer tense and on edge. Rumbling around you, he falls silent letting you drive him in circles. Parking and reversing. Playing with his turn signals. Getting more confident with each lap.

• “Let them talk,” you say, smiling up at him, expression all mischief to make his spark feel lighter. He’s tried inviting you for a drive a few times, but you always stop playing when he does. Get oddly cagey about it making him wonder if you’re not allowed to leave this place. Isn’t really sure of the arrangement between the little potential conjunxes and the humans who seem to be in charge, but it riles him up to think you might be trapped here. “Did you hear that the mech with the raspy voice, what’s his name, Starscream? He apparently went ballistic when they tried to give him a substitute because his caretaker was sick.”

• Frowning at that, as much as he doesn’t like the Seeker, he can’t really blame him for reacting badly. Knows if you were just replaced like all the potential conjunxes were interchangeable, he’d be unhappy, too. “You don’t find it a bit crass that they tried to swap them?” He asks and you make a face at him that leaves him oddly disquieted. Maybe you really are trapped here and if the only way to escape is to forge a conjunx match, you might be desperate enough to accept any mech who’d claim you. “Would you wash another bot?”

• Something in his tone makes you wary. You’d been assigned to him, but if your boss told you to wash another bot, you would. Except, you’re pretty sure just saying yeah, isn’t going to go over well with the way he’s frowning. Like it’s a big deal. “Well, I wouldn’t have a choice if they told me to do it,” you finally say and his frown deepens to think you should have lied instead and said no. What’s the big deal about you washing another bot?

• Reaching, he hears your startled noise when he cups his hands around you and lifts you. Spark hurting for you, even as it makes him absolutely furious that your guardians can be so callous. To let you get to know a mech, court them, and then just take you away? Give you to someone else. Tell you who to court? To love? “Tracks?” You sound so confused, like this is nothing new to you. Like you don’t realize that you should have a choice in your conjunx. Lifting you to nuzzle against your softness, he vents. No one’s going to take you from him. Not while he can do anything about it.