If you don't mind and have the time: Could we perhaps get an update on the Jettwins? 🥺 There isn't much to read about the two of them on Tumblr, and I really love them dearly.
Sure!
Reverse Soft AU
TFA Jettwins x Reader
• “Human,” a voice calls and you make the mistake of looking over. Meeting the yellow optics of one of two Cybertronians lingering outside the grocery store. And you groan under your breath as the two take that as an invitation and head straight for you. “Hello, human. Help with groceries?” The mech asks flashing his denta at you. ‘No, I’m good,’ you say, walking faster with your cart. Aware of them following behind you.
• “No trouble,” Jetstorm says, catching the side of your cart to stop you, visor brightening as you stumble, shoulders hunching. “Hello,” he adds again with a smile and you tug at the cart but he hangs on. ‘Look, I know what you’re doing and I’m good. Really. I’m not into aliens,’ you say, tensing as Jetfire grins at you. “Have tried aliens?” Jetfire asks as you snort at him.
• “No,” you mumble, still trying to tug your cart away from his brother as other humans begin to notice. ‘Might like aliens,’ Jetfire teases. ‘We do.’ And you’re shaking your head at them. But you’re not screaming or throwing things at them and they’d both agreed on you. You’re just wary which he understands completely. “I’m not that adventurous, but thanks,” you say, almost smiling. Relaxing, he offers you his hand and his name. ‘No harm in talking.’
• Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you cave and shake his hand giving him your name even though you know better than to encourage them. Know they’re looking for a human spouse and as handsome as the two are, you’d never hear the end of it from your family if you brought home one Cybertronian, let alone two. Are they twins? Maybe a package deal? Shouldn’t be curious about that. Shouldn’t be even considering it. But despite your words, you are curious. “Talking,” you repeat, those big servos warm as he bends over your hand in his and you think he might kiss the back of your hand.
• Watching his twin vent against your skin as you flush, Jetfire reaches to catch your other hand and shake it. And you look at him as he smiles, not wanting Jetstorm to get all the attention. “Jetfire,” he introduces himself. “Nothing wrong with talking,” he coaxes. ‘Just out here trying to make friends, then?’ You ask and his smile becomes wicked. Friends are a start. But he’s got something more in mind. A conjunx to share. You just need a little convincing. “Good friends,” Jetfire replies and you finally give him a real smile. “What is it humans say? Friends with benefits?” And you laugh, pulling your hands away from them and shaking your head.
just found your blog and I love the reverse soft au! if your requests are still open I was wondering if you can continue with the late night connivance store reader, because I can just imagine their store is just filled with the brim with the giant alien robots every night for the past few months to the point that it comes a routine of knowing who's about to enter the store and who does what in said store like just standing there like a lost puppy waiting for the chance to talk to the reader
🤣 sure
Reverse Soft AU
Swerve x Reader
• Scrolling local job listings on your phone, you glance up when you hear the door slide open with the beep of the sensor chiming to let you know there’s a customer. And you inhale slowly as you see one of the regulars coming in. Because the weirdos and the aliens come out after dark apparently. “No,” you say preemptively as the mech spots you and grins crookedly. “We still don’t sell energon. Or engex. Or any risqué, alien pin up magazines,” you add as the red and white bot heads toward you. Not even making a show of pretending to browse the aisles of chips and candy. “No soliciting. Buy something or get out, Swerve.” Because you know exactly what he’s up to.
• Brightening because you remembered his name, he spreads his hands. “Oh, me? Yeah, I mean it was a day, you know? How about you? Doing good?” He asks, pretending you’d smiled and said hello. Asked him about his day. And your eyes narrow as he gestures at an aisle and pretends to browse for something to buy. The day before he’d grabbed a candy bar and you’d stared him down until he’d gotten so flustered he’d taken a bite, wrapper and all. Had purged for a joor after, that weird, melty stuff clogging his lines and souring his tank. “Right?” He calls out like you’d answered. “We do need to hang out sometime. A date?”
• Struggling to keep your over it poker face in full force, you wait until he looks your way and then you roll your eyes. “Not happening,” you say and he shrugs. ‘Intimidated by my ruggedly handsome features?’ He teases and you have to bite into the inside of your cheek to not laugh. “I’m not helping you stay on earth.” Because as cute as he is, you know that’s his game. He’s looking for a conjunx and a fake marriage isn’t on your to do list. “Find a different sucker,” you say and he presses his hand to his chassis like you’ve mortally wounded him.
• “This right here? This rapport we have going? It’s meant to be,” he says and you snort. Which is almost a laugh. Grinning he watches you shake your head at him. ‘Buy something or get out,’ you repeat and he shrugs, grabbing the nearest item. Been just subspacing whatever he buys so he can linger a little longer. Get a few more kliks worth of time to flirt and win you over. Or just wear you down until you agree out of exhaustion. He’s good with either, because he’s decided on you. “So about that date,” he says, dropping the little box on the counter and leaning into your space with his best smile.
• Eyes flicking from him to the box, you raise your eyebrows and he props his chin on a fist, smiling back. “You have no idea what these are, do you?” You ask sweetly and he looks down. ‘Hey, I happen to love these things. They’re like the best things you humans have invented,’ he blusters, fumbling with the package to open it and pulling out an individually wrapped, rubber puck. ‘These are great,’ he adds, tearing one open and frowning as he stretches it between his servos. And you see the exact second he figures out what he’s playing with. ‘Oh. Wait, why is this a thing?’ He asks and you lose it, shoulders shaking. Not about to explain why rubbers exist to an alien. Because unlike with humans, from what you’d heard, fooling around with one of them is risk free as long as you absolutely avoid touching their spark.
(anyway I love your writing and I was wondering if I could request some fluff with Swerve where he gets some love? Thank you so much, lots of love and care! Stay cool)
Oh, that’s… that’s an extra cursed Swerve 🤣
Reverse Soft AU-alternate take
Swerve x Reader
• Washing out a shot glass, you glance over at your entertainment for the evening. Hadn’t expected a Cybertronian to walk into your bar. Hadn’t thought any of the aliens were even in your small town so you’d been glad you’d ordered some engex even though you’d been sure you’d never use any of the stuff. Though the bot is still nursing his first glass as the latest person he’d tried to chat up pointedly moves a stool over in a snub. And you’ve got to hand it to the mech, because his hopeful smile doesn’t even waver after getting shot down, what is it now, four times?
• Running a servo around the top of his glass as the little organic he’d been trying to flirt with turns their back toward him, he leans back against the bar hearing his stool creak under his weight as he scans for a new prospect. On TV, humans seem so friendly. The reality isn’t lining up with his expectations so far. And if he wants to stay here, he needs a human. Though, truthfully he’d come to this world because he’d fallen in love with human media. With humans. So why not take one as a conjunx? Except, none of them want him even though he’d studied them. Memorized his favorite pickup lines from movies and shows he’d seen.
• He’s kind of cute, you decide as you dry the glass and drift to the other side of the bar to take an order. Grabbing a chilled glass and a beer, you drop it off and glance back at the alien. And at the very obvious way everyone else is doing their best to ignore him. Because the mistrust of his people is high here, but apparently he didn’t get the memo. The people that show up here wanting to tell you all their problems are the same ones that sneer at your hair color and clothes during the day, because they can’t feel good about themselves unless they can feel superior to someone. Or maybe it’s because they’re scared of all the secrets they let slip to you while drunk. It’s hard to like someone that knows every awful thing about you. Pouring another engex and grabbing a modelo, you slide the luminous, alien stuff toward him and his head lifts as you open the beer. “I didn’t order another,” he says.
• “I know. Cheers,” you say, tipping your human drink up as he clears his vents and sips his own engex. ‘I’m not feeling that cheery,’ he mutters and you smile, a shoulder lifting in a shrug. ‘I think maybe I shouldn’t have come here,’ he adds, servos wrapping around the second glass as the burn of the first one spreads through his lines. “Could be that you’re trying to flirt with the wrong sort,” you reply, your eyes scanning the bar. “Or could be your lines. Why don’t you try me? Let me hear your best pickup line.” Embarrassed, he toys with the glass.
• “Ah, they say dating is a numbers game, so can I get yours?” He murmurs and you snort, lips twitching. Hopeless and cute, you decide. Arm lifting to signal your backup, the guy nods and heads behind the bar as you step up on a shelf to get up on the bar-top, aware of people looking over as you sit with your legs dangling over the edge and lean to grab a napkin and ink pen, scribbling your number on it with a heart and holding it out and he’s just staring, mouth slightly open. Like he hadn’t thought that far ahead and has no idea what to do now. Crooking a finger at him to lean your way, you can feel eyes on you. But then they all think you’re weird already, so who cares? ‘So where are you staying?’ You ask, feeling the heat radiating off of him.
Hey Rev! Recent soft au with tfo Orion made me think about reverse soft au with him and D16
Orion gets D into trouble and they secretly end up on earth, and seeing how people live differently, Orion is actively looking for a partner for himself and D so that they can stay on earth. Maybe these two are actively being sought by other cybertronians? ( Darkwing (It would be funny if he became a third husband too))
🤣 reader just collecting husbands
Reverse Soft AU
Orion Pax x Reader, D-16 x Reader
• “No.” Turning to give the other bot a bemused look, Orion gestures. ‘You’re not the least bit curious?’ He asks, though really if he can convince D, they’ll have an in to stay on this world. No more mines. No more tedious, boring, and dangerous jobs. No more worrying that a mine collapse might take his life quickly if he’s lucky, but that he might slowly starve to death trapped if not. “No,” D repeats, scowling at him and likely still angry about being stuck on this world. Knows it’s coming, so he just waits. “I can’t believe you. We should be turning ourselves in for dereliction of duty,” D adds and Orion clears his vents.
• It’s like Orion doesn’t understand that what they do is vital. That they’re an integral cog in the Cybertronian machine as miners. Exploring exotic, alien worlds? That’s the domain of other bots. Not them. And even worse, Orion wants to find a human conjunx so that they can’t be forced back to Cybertron. Wants to keep playing space explorer. “I mean, that is an option, but you know as well as I do that we’re meant for more,” Orion insists and D rolls his optics, clearing his vents noisily. ‘We’re meant to be miners. You know, to do our job?’ He growls and Orion throws an arm across his shoulders. “There’s one. I’m going over. Try to look less angry. Maybe smile,” Orion says and D grabs for the other mech, but he’s already striding for the organic coming out of the lawn and garden store. ‘Pax,’ he hisses angrily.
• Looking up when you see one of the alien refugees heading your way with a wide smile, your shoulders hunch. Walking a little faster with your cart of plants, you hope you’re wrong. That he’s not about to hassle you as his buddy throws up his hands and turns away. “Hi,” he says moving to intercept you and you’re forced to stop or run into him with your cart. And he’s smiling charmingly as he catches the front of your cart like he knows you’re trying to find a way around him. “Me and my shy friend over there, we’re pretty new here. We were hoping you might be able to show us around?” Glancing at his surly looking buddy when he gestures at him, the other mech awkwardly sort of lifts a hand. But mostly he just looks really uncomfortable and you know the feeling. ‘Sorry, I’m not looking for a husband,’ you mutter. Especially not husbands plural.
• Keeping his smile in place, Orion shrugs. “Who said anything about husbands?” He counters as he puzzles over the word. Is that your people’s term for a conjunx, maybe? “D, I mean he’s too embarrassed to admit it, but he can’t read your human language,” he adds, gesturing at the writing on the front of the nearest building. “Makes it a little hard to figure out what places are Cybertronian friendly. Where to find energon.” And your brow furrows, but you’re not trying to run. Or screaming at him to go away. “We’re just lost. Hungry.” Which isn’t exactly a lie.
• Feels like he should probably rescue you from Orion, because you’re looking around uncertainly like you’re hunting for help. Venting tiredly, he walks over and you glance at him. Knows Orion thinks he’s charming, that he can sweet talk you into agreeing to take them both home, but D’s not so sure. Especially about the whole finding a human conjunx to stay here deal. But then Orion has always been like that, deciding things for them both and dragging him along in his wake without listening to him. “Sorry to bother you. We’ll go,” he says, grabbing Orion and starting to pull him away from you. ‘I could show you around. If that’s all you want,’ you say, surprising him as you shrug. Because you’re staring at him, not Orion.
can we get a pt2 on human reader and the jettwins? You write them perfectly!! Your work always brings a smile to my face, I usually don't comment but i wanna let you know how much ur writing helps my day, i have severe anxiety and reading ur blog helps me so so so much you don't even knowww!!!!!!
💕💕
Sure! And anxiety is no fun. At all
Reverse Soft AU- Pt 2
Jettwins x reader
• “Could come with. Help unpack,” Jetfire offers, grinning crookedly and you bite your lip, still shaking with laughter at that hopeful ‘friends with benefits’ comment. Have to give them credit, they’re determined. ‘Then maybe hanging out?’ Jetstorm adds, leaning on your car to make it creak on its shocks with his weight. And even knowing what they’re up to, you’re tempted. Especially since you’re nearly positive that they’re a two for one special. It doesn’t hurt that you’re newly single and that you know your ex hates the aliens. That if it got out that you’d taken two of them home, he’d likely have a stroke.
• “Not saying no,” Jetfire teases as you give him a look. But it’s obvious that you’re trying not to smile. That you’re tempted. ‘I also didn’t say yes,’ you counter. “Yet,” Jetfire says and you do smile before looking away to try and hide it. Glancing over at his twin, he grins. ‘You really think I’m taking you both home, don’t you?’ You laugh and he rumbles, catching your shopping cart when you try to walk past him. “You’re wanting us,” he purrs and your brows lift.
• “I really don’t” you say, still smiling. Playing with them. Flirting back while pretending you’re not interested. Leaning toward you, Jetstorm pulls air through his vents slowly and you hesitate. Lips parting, he toys with the sharp point of his denta with the tip of his glossa. ‘Not afraid,’ he says and you roll your eyes, the flash of white around your iris alien and strange to make his plating barely lift. “Of you two? Hardly,” you mutter, trying to tug your cart from his twin as Jetfire chuckles. “If anything you should be afraid of me.”
• Why are you teasing them? Watching them exchange a look before they flash you identical grins, you can admit that they’re cute. Embarrassed at yourself, you yank at the cart and Jetfire finally lets go. Getting some revenge on your awful ex isn’t exactly a good reason to make yourself the target of town gossip and you know it. And people are already staring at the twins crowding you. Probably already whispering. Hate this town sometimes. That you can’t do anything without it getting around. Standing there with a hand on the cart, you’re not sure if it’s rebelliousness or actual interest that makes you blow out your breath. “If you followed me home, I’d probably just ruin you for other Cybertronians,” you bluff, turning and sliding into your car to start it.
• Rumbling as you drive away, he rocks on his peds when Jetstorm shoves him. And he’s transforming at the same time as his twin, your words thrumming through him. Following after your car, he knows that had to be an invitation. “Dibs,” Jetstorm says and he angles toward his brother to make the other mech flip upside down to avoid him. ‘No dibs,’ he growls back, spiraling lazily around his twin. Because if he has his way, they can share. Be friends with so many benefits. Maybe even convince you to be their conjunx.
Omg all ur guy‘s miis are so cute!! This was my first attempt at a transformer mii (bayverse bee), and my most recent attempt at one (prime Optimus)
Love ur writing 💕💕
Awww! They’re so cute! 💕
Reverse Soft AU
Knightverse Bumblebee x Reader
• “Your not so secret admirer is back.” Head lifting at your coworker’s words, you accidentally make direct eye contact with the mech in question and his antenna perk up as he warbles and shuffles closer to the counter. ‘My guy, you can’t keep doing this,’ you sigh as he holds up a very wilted and sad flower, those big optics hopeful. Listening to his noises as he gestures at you with the flower, you shake your head even as you take it and grab a cup to fill at the sink and plunk the flower down in it. ‘Thanks.’
• Aware of humans lined up behind him, impatient to order their coffee, he lingers at the counter. Hoping for a smile. And his plating lifts slightly when you turn back his way and your expression empties. Right before a gloved hand grips his wrist and he stumbles back, hands up to avoid the oversized cuffs the human is trying to slap onto him. Warbling angrily as he backs away and one of the guys grabs a taser, he’s aware of the human customers scattering to get clear. “Stop resisting. You’re being detained for being on world illegally,” the man demands and his battle mask clicks down aggressively.
• “Hey, he’s not bothering anyone,” you say, frowning as one of the men hits him with the taser. And you’re coming around the counter, struggling when another of the guys grabs your arm telling you to stay out of it. Know the world governments had had enough of squabbling and displaced Cybertronians causing massive collateral damage and had started driving them off world, but you’d thought they were just going after the dangerous ones. You’re pretty sure this one wouldn’t hurt a fly. ‘He’s here illegally and in violation of the orders to leave the planet immediately.’
• Rumbling angrily when one of the men grabs you, he tries to get closer as you struggle. And you try to smack the guy manhandling you. “Hands off my fiancé,” you snap and the men hesitate. Fiancé? Stumbling closer to him when the other human abruptly lets you go, your hands touch his chassis and cup his face when he leans down. “Play along,” you mouth, back to the men and he curls a protective arm around you. “He’s allowed to be here if he’s married to a human. Right?” You demand, turning back toward them and he warbles, servos gripping the back of your shirt. You’re protecting him?
• People are staring as you stand your ground. Starting to whisper, but you’re not letting them tase him again. He’s never bothered anyone. Just shows up here occasionally bringing you things he’s found that he thinks you might like. You’re pretty sure he’s just lonely and lost. “You’re engaged to him?” One of the men demands and you stare him down, hoping he can’t tell you’re lying through your teeth. ‘Damn straight, I am.’ And you see one of the customers recording everything as you want to wilt. Please, let this not go viral. Please, let your family not see this on the news. ‘What? You want a wedding invitation?’ You bluster at the men, feeling his servos clinging to the back of your shirt.
Okay, I just saw the reverse soft au post and one bot in particular came into mind.
Smokescreen. I mean, c'mon. That bot would definitely try to get himself a conjux by being as nice as possible (and by basically begging.)
🤣 poor guy
Reverse Soft AU
TFP Smokescreen x Reader
• Sweat slicking your hair to your face and nape, you huff out a breath and unscrew the lid on your water bottle to drink. And it’s quiet this time of morning, getting outside and out of your head so you can hear yourself think becoming your morning ritual. Stretching as you recap your water, you catch movement from your periphery and you pointedly don’t look. If you do it might encourage him. Taking off at a steady pace, you can hear the rumble of the engine as the sports car follows at a distance.
• It shouldn’t be this hard. All he has to do is transform and go talk to you. Instead of stalking you. What’s the worst you can do? Say no? Well, pointing and laughing while you say no would probably be worse. Engine rumbling as he follows you, it’s a little disconcerting that you never look back. Don’t even seem to notice he’s there. But be guesses humans don’t really need to constantly be on alert for threats.
• Anxious because you know it’s one of them, you keep moving. Pretending nothing’s wrong. You’d caught a look out of the corner of your eye when you’d rounded a block and there’s no one driving. Definitely isn’t a Waymo, either. Maybe he’s just lost. Or bored. Know there are thousands of these guys still on Earth despite the world governments making it clear they’re not exactly welcome. You’re pretty sure the only countries not actively trying to kick them out are the ones that haven’t had cities leveled by their fighting.
• Just say hi. One word. Shifting on his tires, he transforms and your head turns at the sound. But you don’t look surprised. Mass shifting, he forces a smile and your expression is guarded. Wary. “Look, I already have a car, okay?” You blurt and his door wings lift in surprise. “I’m running because I like it, not because I don’t have a vehicle, so don’t try to follow me home like a stray puppy hoping to live in my garage.” Shutting his mouth when he realizes it’s open, his plating lifts and settles slightly in offense.
• “It’s not like that,” he mutters, sounding flustered as his door wings flick. And you’re positive despite his protest that this guy is looking for a place to hide out. Raising your brows at him, you offer him a thin, disbelieving smile. “I just thought you might like some company,” he grumbles and you start running again. Not really surprised when he follows you. Eyeing him as he keeps pace with you, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t really have a place to go. Have heard of a few of them straight up scanning and trying to replace people’s cars thinking the owners wouldn’t notice. But a lot of them? They’re hunting for conjunxes to take advantage of a loop hole the world governments had added so they could pretend to be fair. Though, you don’t think the people in charge had ever imagined that a human would marry one of the Cybertronians. “So, are you seeing anyone?” He asks and you huff out a breath because he hasn’t even asked your name, yet. But at least he’s not trying bad pickup lines on you. So far.
