y/n)'s pov:
"Hands off the steering wheel."
I jumped at the sudden noise, but heading the voice's commands removed my hands from the wheel, "Sorry Motors."
"Don't call me that."
Jeez was the guy a stick in the mud or not?
"Stop."
"Stop what?" I exclaimed, slamming my palm against the wheel.
The semi lurched to a halt so suddenly my nose slammed into the center of the wheel.
"GOD-SONOFA-FUCK!" I shouted clutching my nose now bleeding.
Roaring laughter filled the cab I growled shrugging off my sweatshirt, unfortunately my favorite one, and put it under my nose to stop the bleeding, the son of a bitch hurt, probably broken.
"Yeah, yeah laugh it up jack-ass." I responded in a nasal tone of voice.
"It's your own fault-"
"-If you say anything about wearing a fucking seat belt I will fucking go off on you Motormaster."
"Why would I say that? You're driving in the, although it pains me to say it, safest vehicle on the road, none of these puny cars would be able to damage me." Motormaster boasted, "And by extension you.." He added in afterthought.
"Except you." I mumbled, pulling the cloth away from my nose, unfortunately it hadn't stop bleeding.
"Except me." Motormaster amended, "And if you get any of that human liquid in my seats, I'll drop both you and your load off now."
"Whatever Mr. Grumpitron, your getting to be almost as bad a Deadend about your looks, not that you have that much to begin with."
"Do you want me to break your nose even further?"
"Sorry your highness."
"If you say that any less sarcastically then I might actually forgive you."
"*sigh* Fine sorry."
"Now was that so hard?" I could just feel his smirk as he said that, dammit, why did he have to be so insufferable?!
"But like I was saying before you sidetracked me, if you hadn't opted me as a delivery vehicle then I wouldn't be in such a bad mood."
"What else would you have had me do?! Call Optimus?" I shouted, touching the one thing that made him snap, Optimus prime.
"NO!-"
"Well then you should feel honored that you were my first choice not another one of those puny vehicles!" I finished slumping back in the gray seats.
"...Want me to drive you to your earthling med bay?"
It took a moment to register that he had actually asked me a question, usually he just told or commanded me to do something, "Umm... sure?"
"Hmph, if your pathetic human bodies could take a punch this wouldn't have happened." Motormaster said changing the route, EJ wouldn't be that mad if you were a couple hours late after all.
I agreed with that to some extent, one car crash and in .7 seconds we were dead.
"Well at least you're still a better driver than Wildrider." I snickered, it took one time driving with Wildrider to decide that I was never doing that again.
"Is that a complement or should I be offended?"
"Take it whatever way you want." I said reclining the seat, "I'm just going to rest until we get there."
"Remember-"
"Yeah, yeah I know no getting blood on your seats." I chuckled, before blood loss took it's effect and I fell asleep.
"...No I was just going to say there's blankets under the seats."

"Y/n, Y/n wake up!"
I yelped shooting up hitting the wheel with my knees, "Don't scare me like that Motormaster!"
A deep chuckling was heard from the dash, "So now I scare you?"
Yeah, irony got it, he doesn't scare you when he's threatening you despite his enormous size and all, but he scared you when you were sleeping, glad he understands that concept.
"Yeah, you're absolutely terrifying."
"You're saying that like it isn't true, but we're at one of your hospitals, just thought you should know, the sooner we get done the sooner we can get this stupid piano out of me."
"Okay, okay, Mr. Grumpitron." I said, climbing out of the cab and into the hospital.

"Optimus!"
"What is it Jazz?"
"Teletraan 1's getting a report of a decepticon symbol traveling at ground level."
"What? But there haven't been any reports of any destruction or robots from the civilians."
"I know, but teletraan says that the decepticon, Motormaster by the way, has a human with him."
"..I'll go and check it out but be prepared to have backup ready just in case it's a trap."
"Aye aye captain."

"Well my nose isn't broken, but it still hurts like hell, it's a good thing my judgment is so poor I like you, otherwise I'd be so angry at you right now." I said after I climbed back into Motormaster again, the purple tinted windows showed nothing of Motormaster's emotion at the information.
"Oh primus spare me from your wrath."
"You know it." I chuckled, "You haven't seen me really angry yet."
"Yeah right." Motormaster scoffed.
All I did was chuckle, he was going to regret those words...

We were driving for a while, Motormaster insisted on no music, and when I say insisted I mean prohibited.
"Ugh... you are so boring..." I groaned.
"You chose to ride with me, you know just how 'boring' I am."
I sighed again tracing random circles in the seats, the windows were tinted enough that no one would be able to see if I was driving or not.
All of a sudden motormaster growled, "Stop, sit up and shut up. And for once do exactly what I say."
It was his tone that made my heart start pounding even when he was arguing with me never had he taken such a serious, or angry, tone before, and just this time I made an exception to do what the stunticon leader said. I sat up and the seat belt immediately fastened over my chest, a little too tightly, and I wondered what could have spooked Motormaster, my Motormaster, to provoke such a response, fortunately my curiosity did not have to wait long to be sated, as a blue and red semi pulled up along side us.
"Aaaand here comes the king of all cock blocking." I mumble.
Motormaster's chuckle at that was short lived as Optimus pulled out in front of Motormaster causing him to stop, thankfully this time no noses had to be broken.
The leader of the autobots transformed while Motormaster stayed in vehicle mode, ready to run down the autobot should he be hostile.
"Motormaster release your human captive immediately-"
My jaw swung open, "That's what he was pulling us over for!? EJ is going to kick my ass if we're any later and he has the gall to stop us on an unfounded kidnapping charge!?"
"Remove the seat belt and let me chew out this insidious blowhard." I said with barely controlled rage.
Surprisingly the seat belt retracted and the door opened.
Optimus looked surprised as the door willingly opened, but even more surprised when a red faced human came out.
"Hey you!" They yelled, "Why the hell did you stop me and Motormaster, he didn't do anything wrong!-"
If Motormaster had been in robot mode his mouth would be opened in shock, this little human was yelling at the leader of the autobots without fear, they either had to be crazy or brave.
"And I'm not even kiddnapped, Motormaster owed me a favor! That's all! So take your nobility and shove it up your ass!"
The face plate couldn't hide the shock on the Prime's face, he was shocked out of all the decepticons he thought Motormaster would be the least likely to willingly keep a human's company, yet here he was with a willing human stowed away with him, and Motormaster was helping them? It was almost to hard to believe, and unfortunately Optimus didn't have the spark to tear them apart, so with great reluctance Optimus said a quick apology and stepped out of their way.
The human huffed and climbed back into Motormaster while the self dubbed king of the road took off again. Optimus couldn't help but feel happy at the thought of Motormaster courting a human, maybe it would be just what the decepticons needed to change their mind about taking over Earth.

"Honestly the nerve of that guy!" I shouted slamming the door shut, while the seat belt refastened.
"Uh huh."
"Hurry up or EJ will really have my head!" I hissed.
"Okay!" Motormaster snapped back.

After a couple minutes they finally arrived at Ej's new house, delivered the piano, surviving an angry chewing out from EJ and returning to the road.
"phew, finally that's over, now if you would be so polite to drop me off at home, I'm pooped."
"You sure you just want to go home?" Motormaster asked, hesitancy lacing his tone.
"As opposed to what?" I asked skeptically, I was still tired, that little nap didn't do anything but make me more tired.
"I guess if you really want to, I could postpone going back to base, to just drive around or something... whatever."
It was clear just by the tone of his voice that he really wanted me to stay, but he was either too stubborn or too proud to say so out loud, hmph figures... I decided to string him around a bit.
"Ohh... I don't know Motormaster, I'm kinda tired..."
"You just slept." Motormaster deadpanned.
"So what? I'm still tired, but since you want me to stay I guess I could stay up a while longer, if you let me put the radio on, you'll put me to sleep if I have to endure any more of your sullen silences." I reply.
"I never said I wanted you to stay." Motormaster denied.
"You implied it." I smile, rubbing the dashboard, "I think it's cute how you don't express your feelings openly, so don't worry 'bout it."
An annoyed grumbling was the only response.
Taking that as confirmation I reached out toward the dial on the radio, my fingers barely even grazed the dial before Motormaster growled, "You touch that dial and you die."
I quickly retracted my hand, and gaze at the dash with a hurt expression, "Jeez, what is your problem with music? I would think that you would like rock or heavy metal or something like that."
"Well I don't." Motormaster stated, which was an absolute lie he really did like the music but 'safe' driving wasn't something he often practiced and it took all his concentration not to hit other cars, lest Optimus prime come back in a more aggressive manner and take his human companion away from him, but it wasn't like he was going to tell y/n that.
"Whatever." I huffed, looking out the darkly tinted purple windows, watching as the landscape quickly passed by, at this point even Deadend seemed like better company than the favored Stunticon, Motors was never this uptight when he came to visit, he couldn't be this upset about carrying a piano around... could he?
"Are you still sulking about carrying the piano to Ej's?" I asked, dreading the answer, I really didn't want him to be miffed, because he was the type to hold a grudge, and being a cybertronian meant that he could hold that grudge for a really long time.
"...No."
"Okay I'm sorry, I should have asked you before I agreed to it, but you almost broke my nose, we even?"
"I said I'm not mad about it."
"So we're cool."
"Sure... we're cool..."
I couldn't help a chuckle that escaped my lips at his last statement, and even as I clapped a hand around my mouth to muffle any other noise, it was obvious from the sudden temperature change in the cab that he'd heard, it became warmer and it was almost as if I could feel the blush that he had.
"W-what's so funny!?" Motormaster growled in an embarrassed tone.
"Just you... saying something like that." I replied a smirk spreading over my face, "I don't hear you saying human phrases that often, it's usually always 'slag off' or something like that."
Motormaster let out an unamused huff, while his heaters turned off, and the temp eventually fell back to comfortable.
"Well since you 'kiddnapped' me at least have the decency to converse with me, or I really am going to fall asleep." I said yawning, and leaning against the semi's door.
"You don't have to stay awake for me, if you're really that tired then recharg- urg I mean sleep."
I sighed, yeah sleep sounded really good right now, "Thanks Motors." I mumble while laying on the leather seats
"There are blankets under the seats..." Motormaster murmured.
My eyes opened wide at the surprising sentiment, I reached under the seats and sure enough there was a couple blankets, one was used as a makeshift pillow I spread the other over my body, "Thanks again Motormaster."
"...Whatever..."
"You're my best friend, you know that right?" I said meaning every word.
"...And you think I care why?"
Ouch, "Oh please, if you didn't care at least somewhat about me you would have killed me the first time we met rather than picked me up, and stopped to talk to me every single time that you were in town." I responded somewhat sleepily, as I succumbed to the drowsiness taking over my body.
"Hmph..."
"Good night, ya' big softy." I mumbled with a smile.
"...Good night.."

I was woken up by the loud bass tones sounding throughout the cab, a song that I recognized, Out of my head by theory of a deadman, not a band I thought that Motormaster would be interested in to be honest, but it was interesting to listen as he hummed along with the tune.
Something told me that Motormaster didn't listen to this song by pure coincidence, he was probably head over heels over some other mech or femme at the decepticon base, and surprisingly it stung, it ripped a hole in my chest, but of course it wasn't like the time we spent together arguing and sometimes having a really fun time would mean anything to him, of course not, and even to myself it was the first time that I've realized that I've had any genuine feelings for the tractor-trailer.
It hurt more than I thought it could knowing that he was padding after some other person, anger, jealousy, and saddness flooded through my body, and shame to think that someone like Motormaster would ever entertain the kind of thoughts I wanted him to have about me.
I huffed and rolled into the seats covering my ears with an arm to give the image that I was still asleep and just turned over, but really I was getting more uncomfortable staying within Motormaster, and I just really wanted to get away from him now. Motormaster let out an amused huff and turned the music lower, the considerate act only made it hurt worse though. It was only after I thought it had been long enough I groaned as if I was just getting up, rubbing my eyes and yawning to complete the charade.
"Whasup?" I mumble, sitting up, trying not to grimace at my bed head I spotted in the rear view mirror.
"Nothing."
"You're talkative this morning." I grumble laying back down without any intention of going back to sleep.
"And you're too talkative."
"I'll just shut up then." I say, gazing at the clean floormats.

"What's wrong?" Motormaster asks, with a voice that clearly said that he wasn't going to take 'nothing' for an answer.
Yet I tried anyway, "Nothing's wrong."
"Don't feed me that slag!" Motormaster snapped, "You're not acting like yourself and I want to know why."
I sat up, and sighed, "I thought you didn't care about a stupid human like me."

I was nearly in tears and I severely chastised myself for this, I tried yanking open the door, but alas nothing, the door stayed shut.
"Motormaster let me out."
"Why so you can roll out into traffic?" Motormaster growled, "Are you suicidal now?!"
"NO!" I yelled, "UGh why do have to be so.. so... ARGH!"
"Hmph."
Motormaster lurched to a sudden halt, and in a rush that almost made me sick he transformed, me down sitting in his hand, the blankets falling into the traffic, not to be seen again.
"I'm not letting you go until you tell me what your problem is." Motormaster growled, his violet optics angry slivers.
"WHY DO YOU CARE!?" I shout, "I'M JUST A STUPID HUMAN AREN'T I?!"
"I HAVE NEVER SERIOUSLY HELD YOUR SPECIES AGAINST YOU! SO WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THIS FROM, I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A HUMAN, IF I DID THAN I WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU ALL THOSE YEARS AGO!" Motormaster roared, moving off the road to avoid the now swerving cars, those screaming people were really annoying.
"..." I didn't respond, I was afraid.. there was no other excuse, I was afraid of admitting that I had feelings to him, my stomach was doing flips, and my mouth suddenly felt dry.
Motormaster was venting heavily, no doubt in restrained anger, and I couldn't look him in the optics, "I'd expect this type of change from Wildrider, not you (y/n)."
"Why don't you go to Wildrider then if you love him so much?" I couldn't help it the words just came out on their own accord, and my face immediately flushed with embarrassment.
"Exactly what kind of response are you looking for?" Motormaster snorted, "Wildrider's good at being unpredictable and being around that all day gets exhausting, he's my brother and that means that I have to endure him whether I like it or not, being part of a gestalt with him makes it even worse."
I almost sighed in relief, thank primus that Motormaster was so daft when it came to reading emotions.
"-So you don't have to be jealous of him."
I nearly choked, and burst into a fit of uncontrollable coughing, "Who...Said I was... Jealous?!" I managed to get out between coughs, the gall! Of course I was jealous, but the pure gall that he would think that I was jealous because of him was enough to get me steamed.
Motormaster gave me a 'seriously' look, "You're easy to read."
"Since when were you an expert on reading?" I snark.
"Ha. Ha." Motormaster ground out sarcastically.
"I thought it was funny." I say in defense.
"And you're avoiding the subject."
"That too."
Motormaster rolled his optics in annoyance, "I don't even get this much trouble from Dragstrip."
"Yeah, but you can hurt Dragstrip without killing him." I said, referring to Motormaster's favorite way to get information.
Motormaster sighed, "I wouldn't hurt you even if I could."
My face turned red, there was more emotion in that sentence than I've ever seen since I first met him.
"Look... y/n there is something I want to tell you... WHEN WE'RE ALONE!" Motormaster snarled looking over his shoulder.
It surprised me, was somebody watching us the whole time? Unfortunately Motormaster's bulk covered any view of the possible people or mechs in question.
"It was Deadend's idea!"
Well that settled it...
"Brilliant idea Wildrider blame the nihilist." Dragstrip said exasperated.
"It was Dragstrip's idea!"
"Like hell it was!"
"QUIET!" Motormaster shouted, then sighed, "I can never get away from them can I?"
A pair of arms wrapped themselves around Motormaster's shoulders and Wildrider's face appeared a second later, "Nope!"
"You have two seconds to get off me or I'm keeping your arms as trophies." Motormaster said as he glared at Wildrider.
Wildrider quickly removed the offending limbs, insane smirk still on his face, and before Motormaster could react snatched me from his hand in speeds I was unaware the mech could move at, unfortunately he wasn't very gentle.
"I have to tell 'em a secret!" Wildrider whined, Motormaster was grinding his dentas angrily.
Wildrider kept walking until I assumed we were a safe distance away from Motormaster to tell me whatever the hell he wanted to tell me, though I had doubts, Wildrider was unstable at best and it was best to be closer to Motormaster lest Wildrider try something that could be potentially fatal to a human.
"MOTORMASTER LIKES YOU!" Wildrider shouted, apparently not getting the concept of a 'secret'.
Motormaster flew into a rage and Widlrider, thankfully, passed me to Deadend's capable hands as Motormaster hunted down his little brother to beat the slag out of him, but obviously Wildrider realized that Motormaster wouldn't say anything overly emotional because of his pride and he honestly wasn't an emotional mech, and it still made you flustered when Wildrider said it.
Motormaster had almost caught Wildrider by the throat, when he transformed and sped off, Motormaster knowing that he wouldn't be able to catch Wildrider gave up, and settled for hurting a tree instead.
"So... Can we try? Being in a relationship I mean." I asked, face feeling like the living embodiment of fire.
"Hmph... Whatever..." Motormaster grunted, of course you wanted him to say that he wanted it, but with the others there that seemed highly unlikely.. Besides the blush covering his cheeks was more than enough... for now.

Bonus ending.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL!" Motormaster roared, stomping down the hallways of the stunticon base after everybody.
"Why did you do that to him!?" Breakdown shouted in terror.
"I warned him!" I shouted, holding onto Wildrider's seats as hard as I could.
"About what?!" Even Deadend sounded panicked.
"Not to get overcharged!"
It was a while ago that Motormaster got overcharged, and he turned out to be surprisingly affectionate and clingy. Wildrider couldn't miss the chance to videotape it, as the king of the road was crying over his now very worried human... mate... whatever the hell they were. And then Wildrider had the brilliant idea to broadcast the video to all bases on Earth, both 'bot and 'con, and Motormaster had pretty much become a laughing stock, the reason why he was now chasing down every perpetrator that he thought was in on it.
"ARRGGHHH!"
And that begun the longest game of cat and mouse I've ever been in, thankfully, I was spared from the kings wrath... however the same could not be said for Wildrider...