#hook x reader

• Rumbling, Bonecrusher bends and you make a startled noise when he grabs you by the back of your covering and your little feet leave the ground. Lifting you up as you drop the box you were carrying and the contents go everywhere. Leaning down, he vents to pull your scent deep. Checking for the smell of other Cybertronians before he starts walking since he’s had to release two other claimed humans. “Sir?!” You yelp, legs kicking as you frantically reach up to grab at his servos. “Please, put me down, sir!”

• Dammit. Swinging slightly to make you realize that you apparently have a hitherto unknown issue with heights, you yell at other staff the giant strides past. And get sympathetic looks, but no one says a word. Because really? If one of the Cybertronians decide to yoink someone, there’s not a lot that anyone can do to stop them. You’re pretty sure if it comes down to your wellbeing or having an incident that might level a city, that no one’s going to protest you disappearing. What’s he even want with you? Is he going to squish you? You’ve heard some of them calling humans squishies. “Help!”

• Clearing his vents as you yell, he carries you to the area that’s been allotted to him and his fellow Constructicons. Who turn to stare as you scream for help, still kicking as your field shrieks to broadcast your terror. Skittish little thing, but he gets it. You’re tiny and they’re not. “Found one,” he growls, lifting you higher as you claw at his servos. Decided they’ve been neglected because maybe your kind are intimidated that there’s six of them. That they’re a package deal. “Got us a little conjunx to bring our energon and wash us,” he adds as Scavenger just stares at him and Mixmaster starts laughing.

• What? Did you just get voluntold that you’re now a caretaker? Without the pay? “I’m not supposed to be here,” you try and they stare at you. ‘Are you courting a mech?’ The giant growls and your mouth opens and closes. Courting? Courting like… romantically? “No!” You blurt, horrified. How do they think that would even work? Why do they think you would? Nope. You have to be misunderstanding them, something getting lost in translation. ‘Then you’re ours now,’ he says. And that’s not how this works. At all. Can’t just kidnap you and tell you that you’re theirs. Except, you don’t know how to stop them as the one carrying you introduces himself and his buddies.

The party wasn't at all what she described—in fact, it was the complete opposite.

Just a couple people?

Almost the entire school was there.

Taking it easy?

Majority of them were sloshed off Lefou's Brew—Gil somehow managed to smuggle it in—and acting like complete animals.

Listening to some music?

The party was one more unce-unce song away from becoming a fucking rave.

'I knew I should've brought my book down here...'

And then there was you.

The princess sitting on the marble bench while she sipped her spiced cider, watching all of the merriment from the sidelines while routinely tugging on her too-short dress, counting down the nanoseconds until Miranda gave her the go-ahead to leave for the night.

And while everyone else was too busy living it up to notice, a certain blue-haired pirate couldn't help but be intrigued by your stand-offish demeanor.

Deciding she wanted some entertainment, Uma tossed her cup over her shoulder, making her way over to you.

Much to your dismay.

"Don't even," you groaned, taking a heavy gulp of your cider before holding up your hand to stop her, "I've had enough swamp barbs for today. If you wanna torment someone, go find Gil or something."

"Chill, princess," she chuckled, eyes flicking to the bench before turning to you. "I just wanna chat."

Wary, you looked her up and down, scanning for any sort of malicious intent, and, surprisingly, you found none.

So you let out a sigh, avoiding eye contact as you slid over, making some room to sit.

"I noticed you weren't as festive as the other shrimp floatin' around here," she remarked, taking a seat, glancing at you out the corner of her eye.

"S'cause they're all sloshed," you scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. "I bet half of these people couldn't tell you their name."

She chuckled, "But not you, right?" her brow raised, snatching a cup out of someone's hand as they passed by.

"Nope. I got business to handle tomorrow, which means I gotta stay sharp."

Uma paused for a moment, surprised by your answer.

Being a princess, she expected you to say something like Oh, I only drink champagne or My mother would never approve or something square like that

But she could actually relate to what you said.

She gave you a respectful nod, showing her approval, "I like that... At least someone here's got a clue."

"No kidding," you agreed, watching as a drunk Brodie Dunbroch got ready to shoot an apple off the head of Miranda's eldest brother, Milo. "Y'know, I know this is off topic but I forgot to tell you on the tour that the dating pool here sucks."

Not that you spoke from experience... but Miranda told you to tell all the female new arrivals as a precaution, anyway.

"Eh, what's a few boy toys here and there," she shrugged before turning to the son of Robin Hood, who was standing across the way, watching her.

Effortlessly, she threw on a lazy, flirty smile, sending him a sly wave.

It worked like a charm.

Just going off looks alone, Richard was a golden boy, six feet of lean muscle and charm—which rivaled that of Flynn Rider—with soft blonde hair and a pearly smile that made all the girls swoon.

But the moment his eyes landed on Uma, he was redder than a pepper, blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.

'Damn, she's good...'

"I take it you're not used to being on the receiving end of that... 'specially with the way you were eyein' Harry this morning."

Your eyes turned into saucers, and you nearly spit out your drink.

"Excuse me?" you furrowed your brows, sharpening your tone just a bit.

"Don't play dumb with me, princess. We both know you're smarter than that," she bit right back, not letting up. 

Out of nervous habit, you glanced away, your eyes ironically landing on Harry, who seemed to be having an interesting chat with Helena, daughter of the Enchantress—the witch who cursed Beast.

Feeling watched, his eyes flitted behind the redhead, only to see your sparkling gems staring at him from across the courtyard.

'Adorable...'

Slyly, he shot you another wink, your face warming at the shit-eating grin rising to his lips.

Helena noticed this, and turned around to see what he was looking at, only find you as the object of his attention.

Her sickeningly sweet smile dropped to a scowl in a second.

You turned away before you could see any more, facing Uma with renewed vigor.

"Okay, and what if a was?" you rolled your eyes, feigning indifference.

"Then I'd tell you to stay away from what's mine," her voice lowered, serious.

You were completely taken aback.

Hers?

'Was she not just flirting with Richard like two seconds ago?'

"Yours?" you scoffed, brows furrowed.

"Yes, mine," she clarified, not missing a beat. "Auradon or not, I still got my crew. And in unknown territory I can't have my first mate distracted by any princess with a pulse."

"I don't think that's your decision to make," you fired back, incredulously.

You didn't even know why you were fighting her about it.

You'd already decided for yourself earlier that Harry was off limits, so why care?

'If I'm not gonna go for someone, then it's because I don't want to. Not because some piece of calamari told me I couldn't.'

"Don't think 'cause I'm in this prep school I won't rock you right here, right now," she warned, leaning in closer. "Choose your next words carefully."

But you didn't waver, sharing the same intensity in your glare.

"Don't think 'cause I was raised in a castle that I won't defend myself. These other princesses might be sheltered, but I assure you, I am not."

You were bluffing your ass off.

Sure, in a normal fist fight you could probably hold your own pretty decently.

But against a girl who could turn herself into a sea monster?

'As if.'

You figured if you faked it long enough, you'd make it out with all your teeth intact.

Uma paused for a moment, scanning your face one final time, before she suddenly pulled back with a laugh, a smile stretching across her lips.

'What...?'

"I like you," she chuckled, standing up from her seat. "Imma go see what lover boy's all about."

And with that, she walked away, leaving you sitting there with the equivalent of emotional whiplash.

"I don't think I'll ever understand the VKs," you exhaled, slumping in your seat and finishing off your cider.

It wasn't long after that you threw in the towel.

You wished Miranda goodnight, narrowly avoiding her dragging you back to the party with her super-strength, before starting back up to your dorm, practically slumping against the door once you made it inside.

Your day had been a whirlwind, to say the least, and your body wanted absolutely nothing more than to sprawl out on the bed and catch some Zs.

But, even with the late, or rather, early hour—two to be exact—you didn't allow it.

First, you changed into some more comfortable clothes—some pajama shorts and a flimsy, green tank top—before straightening up the mess Miranda had made in her attempt to find you the perfect dress.

Once all that was done, you finally sat down at your desk, opening up your chemistry textbook and pulling out your notepad to write with.

'Alright, Chapter Eight: Acids and Bases...'

But before you could even read the first word, someone frantically knocked on your door.

"Faldi Faldonza!" you groaned, throwing your head back in anguish.

You had half the mind to ignore it.

And, honestly, you did, returning to your book and pretending to be asleep.

But it wasn't long before the frantic rap turned into a distressed bang, completely disrupting your flow.

"Fine! I'm coming!" you caved, roughly pushing your chair back in and storming toward the door.

If Maleficent herself wasn't burning the school down, heads were going to roll.

"Miri, I swear to God, if this is some kind of jo—" 

Swinging the door open, you never in a million years would have expected to see Harry Hook on the other side.

Especially not looking like that.

"Shit," he panted, breathless, as he clutched his stomach, leaning against the door frame for support. 

It had to be your dorm...

"Can I... mph! ...Can I come in?"

Faldi Faldonza - Oh my God

Killian Jones finding a woman attractive was nothing special. He’s had his fair share of dalliances over the years. Ever since what happened to Milah, Killian was in no hurry to find the so-called “true love” and settle down. His never-ending adventures at sea kept him plenty occupied—and so did his hunt for his Crocodile.

It was no surprise then that the woman named Emma Swan would draw his eye. She was just his type: bold, determined, and a natural leader. His interactions with her in the Enchanted Forest left him intrigued, and his curiosity of her only grew when they returned to Storybrooke and defeated Cora together. He expected his infatuation with Emma to grow the more time he spent with her, but what he was not expecting, was you to catch his eye instead.

The son of Prince Charming and Snow White, brought to a world without magic together with Emma as babies, put into a foster home. Despite all your bad luck as children, your inability in finding a place to call home, at least you managed to stay together. And as Henry brought her back to Storybrooke to break the curse, you followed with. You weren’t a Saviour like her, not by a long shot. But you did have your own skills and abilities, something that came with being a devilishly cunning detective. However much she hated to admit it, Emma would oftentimes turn to you for help in hunting down a bounty. A difficult bounty for her meant an afternoon of idle searching for you.

You never turned down an opportunity to tease her about it and she never hesitated to roll her eyes at you. Nonetheless, you felt incredible protective of her. You may just have been a few minutes older than her, but that didn’t stop you from putting on the big brother act—something she didn’t always appreciate.

Which is why, when you saw a certain pirate unashamedly flirting with her, those brotherly instincts kicked in immediately. You knew Hook was helping your family in getting Henry back from Neverland, providing passage on his ship, the Jolly Roger, and offering his being a guide on the island. But those facts did not give him the right to flirt with your sister.

You had already been at odds with the man when, at your arrival to the island, the ship was attacked by  a school of mermaids. Hook had stumbled in your direction and taken hold of the most stable thing closest to him—which happened to be you. His hand had gripped your waist, his hook coming to your chest as he fell against you. The closeness of his breath stirred something within you, something not entirely uncomfortable. Of course, it was not his fault that the ship veered to the side and that you had been closest to him when he stumbled, but that didn’t stop you from pushing him away from you the moment the ship steadied.

“My apologies,” he said, quite out of breath. His blue eyes were remarkably clear in the moonlight. “I usually offer a drink before getting so close to someone.”

Your glare was your only answer.

“I don’t believe we have been properly introduced.” He extended his hand for you to shake. You looked at it uncertainly.

“I’m Emma’s brother,” you said simply.

His eyebrow raised. “So you must be the infamous town sheriff y/n Swan. I s’pose good looks do run in the family.”

You began to scoff, but then your brain was able to fully comprehend his words. “I never told you my name.”

Hook glanced away, his confident smirk faltering. He cleared his throat. “I may have, er, asked someone for it.”

You shifted your head to meet his eye. “Someone?”

He let out a sigh. “I wanted to know who the handsome man that was traveling with us is, so yeah, I asked around. Really, you should be flattered.”

You scoffed at the grin that flashed across his face and turned on your heel. Like you’d said—shameless flirt.

Later, while searching Neal’s hideout, you watched him flash that same grin when talking to Emma. He stepped much closer, leaning towards her. You couldn’t stomach watching it. And you told yourself it was because she deserved better than a good-for-nothing scoundrel like him. No other reason.

So you watched from afar, leaned against the cave walls, as Hook winked at your sister. Emma glared at him, unimpressed. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about her falling for his charms. She was much too clever for that. You saw her walk away from him, away from the hand that he had reached forward to her and you smiled with grim satisfaction. But before you could step forwards, out of the shadows, David had approached Hook.

“Let me give you a bit of advice, Hook,” he said. “She’s never gonna like you.”

Hooks eyebrows shot into the air. “Is that so?”

“How could she?” David’s voice was laced with venom. “You’re nothing but a pirate.”

He seemed to want to reply, but nothing came out, and David walked away. Hook’s gaze followed him, his hand running down his face.

“He’s right, y’know,” you said, stepping forward.

A low growl slipped from his throat, Hook turning to face you. He looked almost crestfallen. “Can I not get enough of your bloody family?”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “And here I was thinking you’d be glad to see me.”

Hook let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, I am very glad, love.”

“There’s that charm of yours,” you remarked humourlessly.

He smiled cheekily. “Doesn’t seem to be working on your sister, though.”

“Yeah,” you hummed. Step after step brought you closer to the pirate. You watched him closely, noting the way his eyes jumped over your figure. “Speaking of, we need to have a chat.”

He nodded absentmindedly, raising his finger to rub against his lips. The movement drew your eye to them. You knew he had noticed your gaze before you managed to tear it away when his lips curled into a smirk. You rolled your eyes. Goddamned pirate.

“If you’re going to stare at me like that, I’m going to get some mixed signals, love.” His voice was as smug and sweet as honey, only managing in irritating you more.

You were not known to be calm and level-headed. Anyone who was close to you knew to keep away when your anger threatened to burst, like an erupting volcano. Emma had once stolen one of your favourite pencils as a child and you had gotten back at her by spilling ink all over her favourite stuffed animal. But Hook did not know you well enough. He smiled sweetly.

Two steps forward and you were stood right in front of him, pressing against his chest. Rum and leather and sea salt filled your nose. The smell of him was overpowering and intoxicating all at once. You pressed one arm against his throat, pushing him back against the cave wall, the other bracing yourself against it. He grunted at the impact, groaning in displeasure, before meeting your gaze steadily.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?”

The words growled out of your throat, through your gritted teeth. “Stay away from Emma, got it?”

“You may have gotten the good looks of your family. Not the manners, though,” he said lazily.

You cocked your head. “No, that is more my parents’ style.”

“You do have more of a bite than them,” he said. Then he tilted his head, as if in thought. “Huh, well, aren’t you a dark Swan, love? Or do you prefer Black Swan?”

Your brows knit together but you chose to ignore his words. Instead, you said, “I do agree with David that Emma will never fall for you, so you might as well give up now.”

Hook’s eyebrow raised. “If you’re so sure she won’t fall for me, why even bother threatening me? Surely, my flirting must be harmless.”

Your brows knitted together in suspicion. His eyes were annoyingly blue, piercing straight into yours. “Just leave her alone, Hook.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Does what bother me?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“My flirting with her.” He leant forward a bit, throat straining against your arm. “Swan, are you jealous?”

You opened your mouth to protest. You? Jealous? Ridiculous. Then you noticed that his lips had curled into a cheeky smirk. “No,” you bit out.

Hook blinked, raising an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Heard you were quite the detective out in the Land of No Magic.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Yeah, so?”

He simply hummed, head falling back against the stone walls. His eyes traveled across your figure before jumping up to meet your gaze through his lidded eyes, something unintelligible in those swirls of blue. You ignored the warmth that pooled in your stomach at the sight of him like that.

“I will leave her alone,” he said calmly. “You have my word.”

You tried to detect the mischievous thoughts that were surely lying behind his eyes, but came up empty. You had no idea if he was telling the truth or not, but you let him go and stepped back in one swift moment. He cleared his throat, rubbing one hand across his collarbone.

“Fine,” you said, glancing away from his steely gaze. You weren’t sure what to do with yourself then, and you cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Shall we?” Hook asked, gesturing to where the others had gone.

“Yeah,” you said simply, walking past him briskly.

You didn’t know what had suddenly overcome you or why you were now so uncomfortable in Hook’s presence. For the rest of that day, every time you glanced in his direction to make sure he was heeding your words of staying away from Emma—to which he did—you felt as if your nerves were standing on end. And on occasion, when he happened to be glancing your way as well and your eyes met, you felt shivers travel down your body, forcing you to break his eye contact. You thought you could see a smirk playing across his lips in those moments, but you chose to ignore him.

That same evening, you had found out David and Hook been ambushed by the Lost Boys. Apparently, Captain Hook had risked his life saving David from a poisonous arrow with Nightshade on it. You almost wanted to laugh at the idea of Hook doing something so heroic, but at the sight of David’s serious face you merely took a swig of the offered flask, like the others. You caught his eye right before he turned and stepped away from the others. You followed him behind a tree.

“I heard what you did for David,” you said. He stopped and turned to face you. “Thank you, Killian.”

His smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “I wouldn’t leave your father to perish on this island.”

You nodded, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eye. “I must ask, did you do it to get in my sister’s good graces?”

“I thought you weren’t jealous.” His eyebrow raised.

“Answer the question,” you bit out.

His smile dropped as he met your gaze. “No, I didn’t do it for her. I did it for you. And because it was the right thing to do.”

You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you. “So now you’re all righteous, huh?”

Hook cocked his head. “I’ve always been chivalrous,” he said. “And, well, it doesn’t take a genius to know that getting your father killed would not help my courting you.”

You chose to ignore those last few words, your smile holding no warmth. “You’re right. You are no genius,” you said.

 “This doesn’t sound like a thank you,” Hook remarked, raising his eyebrows.

You let out a sigh, looking down at the ground beneath your feet. “I’m sorry.”

He scratched the nape of his neck. “Perhaps you could show me some gratitude to make it up to me.”

His gaze was dark underneath his eyelashes, his lips curling into a smirk. You thought you knew what he was implying. You wouldn’t let him get off that easily, though.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “That was what the ’thank you’ was for.”

“Mmm,” Hook hummed. He took a step closer, so close now you could count his eyelashes. “Is that all your father’s life is worth to you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please, you couldn’t handle it.”

“Perhaps,” he whispered, face leaning much closer to you. You could feel his breath against your skin. “It’s you who couldn’t handle it.”

Your eyes jumped between his, then to his lips. Those damned lips, curled into that damned smile. Oh Gods, why did you have to be attractive to a pirate. Without leaving any time for you to think your actions through, you took ahold of his jacket and pulled his face towards yours.

Hook let out a surprised gasp, which you swallowed into the kiss. He dragged himself closer, hand clinging to your waist. You felt his chest press hard against you as his lips moved against yours. It was harsh, quick, and angry—just like your feelings for him.

The warmth in your stomach deepened as you pressed yourself impossibly closer to him. One hand made its way into his dark hair, pulling lightly against it. He let out a deep moan at the movement, his eyes shooting open and lips pulling away for a moment.

You smiled at the sight of him, red-lipped, cheeks flushed and eyes full of desire. “Too harsh for you, captain?”

He groaned at your words, capturing your lips once more. His hook was pressing your waist against his as his hand grabbed your neck, bringing you into him. He was truly and well intoxicating.

Hook pulled away again, breath coming out in short bursts. “So I’m not good enough for your sister, but I’m good enough for you.”

You cocked your head and shrugged. “I’m not as good as she is.”

He smiled into the kiss when you pulled him closer again. His teeth captured your bottom lip lightly, but the feeling made a smile of your own erupt across your face.

“I don’t know,” Hook said. “I think you’re pretty good.”

“Killian.”

“My name has never sounded sweeter.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smile still playing across your lips.

“With pleasure,” he murmured while pulling you close again.

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"You're from the Isle of the Lost! You're not supposed to be here-" Your voice is high, light and pitched with startled fear.

Harry just grins, leaning over you. "Didn't notice, did ye? Yer queen brought the barrier down. We can all go wherever we want now. Ain't that nice?"

Instead of responding to him, your gaze first shoots to the sky, where even from here you'd be able to see the glistening domed barrier and permanent storm that hung over the Isle of the Lost. After a moment, you look back at him, mouth just lightly agape. "When did that happen?"

"Oh, dovie, just now! Got to get your head out of those books, look up, talk to people." His smile grows wider, getting down to your level. "Show a guy around, yeah?" All you do is stare, before Harry grabs your wrist to pull you to your feet. “Well, c’mon then.”

You startle once again, with the flight response of a rabbit, before settling down. It seems that even though you’re rapidly experiencing shock over and over, you adjust very fast. Because you huff, yanking your wrist out of his grip. “The least you could do is say please.” With the frown on your face, you look like an angry kitten.

Harry loves that. The isle had been full of bristly angry people, constantly at each other’s throats or vying for a higher spot in the pecking order. But here was a soft, nice thing, who’d had a comfortable enough life that he felt safe enough to snap at Harry. So the pirate gives one of his dramatic bows, nodding at you. “Alright then, would you please be so kind as to show me around, darling?” Clearly, he’s still being a pedantic asshole, but from the dazed look melting across your face, you like it. Who knew so many Auradon kids had a thing for bad boys?

You screw your expression up though, wrinkling your nose and blinking hard. “Fine. Only because you said please.” Straightening up, you step next to him and dust off your pants. Harry has to grin when you hold one hand out to him, lacking the callouses and scars of someone from the isle.

You're perfect. Absolutely wonderful. Harry's got his fingers entwined with yours, and you're towing him through the gardens, giving an animated lecture on every single plant or bush you pass; telling him what all of it is. The book under your arm is a botanical guide that you cling to. as you detail all of the lush gardens you pull him through.

Harry hasn't seen any of it before. You tell him about trailing wisteria and wandering willows, rhododendrons and marigolds. Vibrant, colorful, wonderful things that could never grow on the isle. It's fantastic, and having you explain it all to him is even better. The isle had been grungy, with desperate people, filled with smoke and ash.

Auradon was... Auradon was everything the isle wasn't. If he wasn’t in public, Harry might let the memories overcome him. But instead, he was under a sprawling cloudless blue, and a garden that rolled on as far as he could see. He was utterly surrounded by beauty, from the earth beneath his feet to the sky above his head. All the way to you, the pretty boy holding his hand and introducing him to your world without even a second thought.

Three hours later, you’d taken Harry through the entire garden, circling all the way back to the alcove with the bench where you’d been originally. Everyone else was still celebrating, and you could hear the noise from your spot, but it was still blissfully, silently, wonderfully empty. Settling down onto the bench and curling up like Harry was no longer here, like now that you’d shown him around, he’d just prance right off and leave you behind.

But he doesn’t. Before you can swing your leg up onto the bench, Harry plops down, mirroring your pout. “Just gonna leave me behind now, eh? I don’t get any more attention?” His voice is low, almost husky, trying to get a rise out of you. He's already decided that you're his. Decided that you with your heart on your sleeve and sweetness in your gaze, are his.

You blink. Then blink again. Processing. Slow on the uptake for this. Eyes widening as you realize. He wants to stay. Instead of going back to the chaos with all his friends, this energetic pirate looking boy wants to stay with you. The realization must wash over your face, because Harry uses his hook to slice a rose off one of the bushes, turning back to present it to you.

After a moment, you do take it, carefully avoiding the thorns. With his gift accepted, Harry shifts closer, half teasing, but looking to see if you'll push him. Looking to see if you'll let him stay. And you do. You sit up, scooting into his side while opening your botany book. It's tilted in your lap so Harry can see the pages too, see illustrations and pictures of the things he'd seen in the gardens.

But you flip to another part of the book, voice soft with a softer smile on your face as you point to the page. "This section has plants from other parts of the world. I've never seen them before either."

And Harry is drawn in immediately, focused on your voice as you read aloud, near lulled into a trance by the combination of your voice and your finger sliding across the page as you narrate. The world is so big, there's so much to see, and here you are, sharing it with him without a second thought. Perfect, you are.

"Oh," you have a good laugh & supply your name in return they tell you theirs. Scrapper, Hook, Bonecrusher, Longhaul, Mixmaster & Scavenger. They still call you 5k though Unless it REALLY bothers you cause a nickname always sticks

Sooner or later you start looking forward to the daily interactions too. They'll converse with you the whole time you walk by now filling each second they see you with words. It's only a total of about 5 mins, but hey its a routine at this point! And makes all of you smile.

"Morning 5k!" "Morning Boss." You made your own nicknames for them... not nearly as clever as theirs but you have come to know Scrapper is their leader so you call him Boss just as the rest do. "Nice weather, heard there might be rain later though." "Yeah, best make sure you boys wrap up before then don't want to melt." You all have a good laugh before you turn the corner to disappear for the day.

(The rest of the nicknames are as follows: Mixit = Mixmaster, Digs = Scavenger, Stretch = Hook, Crush =Bonecrusher & Big Guy = Longhaul)

Eventually the boys will work up the courage to lean over the construction site fence to be a bit more personal. They feel like y'all have talked enough they can be a bit more casual/friendly with you. They might even poke your shoulder or compliment your hair if they see fit. Once again they want to be respectful, but also seeing you daily means they can tell if you got a hair cut or changed your appearance in some way. Also seeing you daily they have categorized you as an acquaintance.

"Ey, 5k got a hair cut," Hook called as he leaned over the fence to lightly ruffle your hair. "Big date?" "Naw, just needed a change." "Suits you," Longhaul spoke simply. "Thanks Big Guy." At this point you have paused on your walk. "How's the project going, Boss?" "Almost ready to wrap up." This makes you all pause, you'll miss this little routine. "Well, congrats," you finally say before you start walking, "another job well done. See you tomorrow."

As the project nears closer & closer to the end the constructiboys finally decide to take a chance & give you their individual comm-links. So you can text & call them if wanted. They make it clear its completely up to you & that its not like they expect anything, they just like this friendship & don't want to lose it once the job is over.

You take the slip of paper looking at all 6 codes. You'd have to download one of those apps that allows your phone to interact with Cybertronian comm-links. But you think maybe you would like a friendly group chat with the boys. Just something to keep up the daily banter you have fostered over the last few months.

After you weigh your options for a bit, your answer solidifies the day you walk by where they usually are & everything is cleaned up. The new building is fully erected & they are no where in sight. Obviously moved on to a new project. Something is missing, so you finally make the jump & download one of those apps to text them.

You: Hey its me. Nice work on the building, looks great. Missing y'all tho.

Scavenger: YOU TEXTED US!!!

Scrapper: Miss you too, no one walks by this new site we are scouting, awful lonely.

You: Damn, sounds depressing. What you building this time?

Scrapper: We are supposed to be building apartments.

You: Ah, make sure you make those bathrooms roomie, small bathrooms suck.

Bonecrusher: You got a small bathroom 5k? We can upgrade it for you.

You: Haha, okay sure lol.

Except they're not joking. They will always offer to fix things for you & if you truly asked them too they would at the drop of a hat.

Eventually you do take them up on the offer, but only after texting for a bit and them pestering you pleading with you to let them 'just take a look' at your leaky faucet. You're short on cash & they're willing to do it for free so you finally agree.

You highly doubt they would suddenly turn out to be serial killers now.

They show up as promise, punctual & mass displaced. They are very respectful of your space & don't touch anything unless invited to. But they definitely are taking mental notes on your style & preferences for future builds/fixes cause there will be more you have your own handyman crew now

"Is this book series any good?" "Yeah it's one of my favorites." "Maybe I'll have to pick it up, I'm always looking for new reading material." "Did you make this painting yourself?" "Yeah, did it at a freestyle public class hosted at the local art & pottery place. Have you figured out what's wrong with my faucet yet?" "Oh yeah, we fixed that like 30 minutes ago, the head was stripped, threw on a new one, no more drips." "Oh..."

Yeah they're good it gets to the point where if you haven't mentioned a fix in a while they'll text you begging asking for something to do. They'll change your light bulbs, smoke detector batteries, anything to see you again & prevent you from overworking yourself (in their eyes).

Don't be afraid to stick up for yourself a little & let them know you aren't completely helpless. Otherwise they will take over every household project that isn't clean chores for you. Don't get me wrong they are helpful for big tasks, but sometimes you need some independence. And they'll always respect when you tell them no & back off a little.

Summer & fall they are coming over to help with big yard projects & clean ups too. Raking leaves, planting gardens, mowing your lawn. In the winter they'll appear early before your commute to shovel & salt your driveway. Your car already cleaned off too unless you want to do that.

Eventually your neighbors start asking about them. Ask why they come by so often, if you're one of those people starting to date the aliens new Earth residents. Some ask if they can get some help from the boys too. The Boys will help your neighbors but not as much as you & not nearly as willingly. But once again they are always polite when they do help and even more polite when declining your neighbors.

But the neighbors questions got your brain thinking. Why are they doing all this for you & not your neighbors? Why do they come around so often? What is this? Cause at this point you guys trade compliments freely, even playfully flirt with each other at times. Seeing them brings you so much joy & clearly seeing you does the same for them.

You remember all the times they had said "that's what friends are for." And how respectful they were, never expecting anything but your time & conversation & they are always mindful of boundaries. Clearly none of you had thought about this as nothing more than a friendship, but the neighbors raised good points.

It had come up briefly once or twice the topic of relationships. You had questioned if any of them had someone at home partially out of guilt because of how much of their time you monopolized. Between work & you were they ever home? They had responded no, and said a reciprocating response along the lines of 'well you must be single too since no one besides them was there to make fixes'

Other than that they had made no moves & neither had you. But now that you were thinking about it deeper what was dating anyway? Just a label for a deep connection. A label for someone(s) because we support poly here that you trust deeply, can rely on, can share secrets & inside jokes with, and support each other. Was that not what you had with the constructicons? Maybe you should ask them out...

This thought sat at the back of your brain for the next couple visits from them. Analyzing your interactions & feelings with them. Studying their own. Maybe you were reading too much into your nosy neighbors. But also the friendly flirting was hitting a little too close to home.

"Careful 5k, if you slide around too much on my shoulder you'll end up sitting on my face." "Sorry, Stretch I'm just trying to get the right angle."

Oh yeah... you're starting to see what your neighbors meant. 6 hot mechs showing up, making flirty comments & doing hard labor for free... how had you been so blind?

When you finally FINALLY make a move it's so subtle & the boys are such dorks that it doesn't click for them.

"So what do you guys do for fun besides bother me?" "We have a local bar we go to on occasion." "We built a giant version of corn hole at our bunker." "I have a dig box & Mixmaster has a chemistry set we use sometimes." Why are they gonna make you be more direct?

"That's cool... would you maybe want to grab drinks together sometime?" OOOHHH That's when it clicks for them. They all look at you, their faces tinged with energon. The boys clear their vents & they are all suddenly looking at anything but you. "Oh yeah." "That sounds fun." "Sure." "I wouldn't say no." "Together? Why not?" "It be nice to do that with you."

They are so flustered but not in a bad way. They are just surprised that you thought of them like that. Surprised you would even think about courting construction class bots. You seemed so out of their league they had settled for friendship.

With a bit of poking from you they had agreed to meet you Friday & show you their favorite drinking spot before they took their leave for the day. Because they didn't want to fanboy over you asking them out in front of you.

Friday rolls around and they appear in pristine condition. Someone went to the car wash before showing up. They just wanted to look their best for your date. And they kindly escort you to the bar, gabbing it up on the way over, and making sure not to crowd/overwhelm you.

Once you reach the bar they explain that its a mostly Cybertronian joint (but humans are still welcome) and they'll have to un-mass displace. You shrug & agree to ride on their shoulders, creating a whole system so each one gets a turn with you through out the night.

Not much changes about the dynamic between y'all. The jokes still fly & they are still polite as ever. But the flirting is new & electric. The flirting isn't nearly as risqué as before, but somehow more meaningful.

"Is that a new top? Didn't see that one in the closet when we replaced the door." "Oh yeah, got a few of them last week figured I bust them out for the occasion." "Feel honored you'd do that." "It looks great on you." They are so cute

By the time the night is over the whole thing can be written off as a success & your interally reminiscing about how you met. This all happened because you walked by their construction site daily.

They mass displace to walk you home again & they make sure you actually make it up the steps & to your couch on your wobbly, drunken legs. They leave you there tucked in & Hook makes it a point to leave you a tall glass of water & asprin for morning. Before they leave though you start rambling.

"So how's this gonna work? Am I allowed to date all of you? Or would that be weird? Don't make me pick. You all are so great." They all chuckle to each other. "You can try to date all of us 5k but why don't we discuss official labels once you're sober, kay?"

"Kay." And with that you are out like a light, falling asleep. They all share another chuckle before leaving, making sure to lock the door behind them. You were quite the catch in their optics.