#i'll figure out how to get it soon though...then i'll keep my den open so everyone can see him in his might and glory

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𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Sodo reflects on your relationship as you lay together in your room. That's it that's the fic.

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Ashes

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Sodo x GN!Reader

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No spice here babes. Kind of a long winded introduction to the fic bc I didn't know how to start it oops. Sodo is so soft for reader. Like geez get a room. There's the brief mention of sex but no description or detail.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 913 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Hens, I'll be honest. I struggled with this one and I'm not 100% happy with it but I've written it and it's being shot here so that you can read it. There also may not be a Ghosttober fic on Wednesday, depends on what I get done today and tomorrow as I'm taking part in an open mic night for my uni's creative writing magazine that I'm an editor of (still can't believe I'm an editor like what). I've checked to make sure I've not gendered terms or anything for reader but if I've missed any please let me know!

The memories of ghouls prior to being summoned can be few and far between. Some ghouls have no memory of what came before they materialised in the ministry, a haze clouding their past. It wasn’t a cause for concern. In fact, it was common for ghouls to have no recollection of their past lives until enough time had passed in the mortal plane for them to start remembering the little things. Friendships with other ghouls, past loves, sins they committed in the name of Satan, and many more.

Sodo remembers a lot.

He remembers the acrid scent of burning flesh from when he got into fights with other fire ghouls, both battles he won and lost. He remembers the chittering of younger ghouls that looked up to him and scrambled to be the first to greet him when he came home from a long day of sparring and training. He remembers a woman’s laughter, possibly his mother’s, when he was but a small ghoulie first coming to grips with his fire abilities.

Now, as he lays in your bed and watches you sleep, he thinks back on the memories he’s made here. The memories you’ve made together, both as friends and as mates.

Your first kiss was at the ministry bonfire last autumn. He helped to organise it to celebrate Halloween, but also because he wanted to impress you. Even though you told him he didn’t need to, he did so anyway because that’s just what Sodo does: he strives to impress you and prove to you that he’s worthy of being your mate. This bonfire was just the beginning of that, and it worked. You personally approached him and gushed about how perfect it was and how it was such an odd coincidence that all the activities, drinks, and food were your favourites. The way you praised him, your touches lingering on his arm and your gaze settling on his lips so often, led him to take that leap of faith and peck your lips. A peck turned into a proper kiss, and a proper kiss turned into the two of you clinging to one another as the bonfire crackled and the scent of smoke and warm apple cider filled the air.

Your first date was at a fireworks display. He brought along earplugs and noise cancelling headphones in case you needed them, ever concerned about letting you know that he cared about you and your comfort. You both sat at the top of a hill that overlooked the town to watch it. The view of the fireworks blossoming over your home as the stars sparkled in the gaps between the clouds was one neither of you would ever forget. He wrapped a blanket around the two of you to keep you warm as you huddled together under the skyline.

The first time you slept together was in his room down in the dens, the fire ghoul insisting that he not invade your personal space so soon into your relationship. It had been clumsy, the two of you joking and laughing as you tried to figure out what the other preferred in the bedroom. Both of you ended up in a sweaty, tangled heap in his bed afterwards and cuddled, his fingers trailing patterns over your skin. The air smelled strongly of sex and sweat but Sodo didn’t care because you were there, and you were real, and you hadn’t run away from him yet. You stayed with him that night, drifting off in his arms once he’d cleaned you both up, and he realised then and there that maybe he cared about you a lot more than he expected to so early on.

He remembered the first night he spent in your room. He’d been bricking it, worried he would do something wrong, or you’d realise once you saw him in your private, personal space that he just didn’t fit into your life the way he so desperately wanted to. He was so anxious, in fact, that he accidentally burned one of your favourite shirts to a crisp when you made him jump. The ghoul panicked and promised repeatedly to replace it, brushing up the ashes frantically. He froze when you started laughing and he thought it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He made sure to tell you that on more than one occasion, but in that moment, he was so convinced you were about to kick him out of your chambers that the kiss you gave him left him lost for words.

“It’s just a shirt,” you told him as you carded your fingers through his dark hair. “It’ll be a funny story we can tell at parties and shit. I bet Swiss is gonna find it hilarious.”

There’s still faded charring on the rug where your shirt had been on the floor when he accidentally incinerated it. He can’t quite make it out in the dark of your room, but he knows exactly where it is, and the memory makes him smile. He can’t believe you’ve been together for almost a year at this point. It’s not that he’s never had a relationship with a human before – he’s had plenty of them in fact. However, this is the longest he’s ever stuck around with a partner. Something about you screams home and entices him to stay.

You light the fire deep in his soul, and he does his best not to cremate anymore of your belongings.

[metalmusingmoments]

I read your scenario about TFP Knockout, Smokescreen, & Optimus Prime realizing their feelings for potential human s/o. If it's ok with you, would you mind a continuation? If not, said human crush likes them back but never confessed before so they try to figure how to confess properly. The mechs accidentally heard them say to themselves " I'll just say I love you romantically, (said mech name)!". They're confident until they realizes the mechs were behind them. The mechs' reaction to this?

I’m going to post thesein different replies so be on the lookout for the other two. Optimus goes firstbecause we all love our boss bot. I’m putting a spin on this one because I can’tsee the reader being caught like that. Not in front of OP at least. Here’s thefirst part of the story so you can refresh your minds. And because it is 3amand I want to get this out there, it’s a cliffhanger. Sorry not sorry ;)

TFP Optimus

You met team prime after you noticed Raf, one of your smarteststudents was missing more and more class. You had followed him out to the curbone day after school where he waited for his ride to pick him up. You tried tomake conversation but he was becoming more and more nervous as time ticked by.The real reason you were out here was because you were hoping to snag a momentto talk to his mother or father about his increasing absences. When a yellowCamaro pulled up with tinted windows and no driver you weren’t letting Raf getin concern for his safety. Long story short Raf and “Bumblebee” managed to getyou into the car and soon conned you into being an after school teacher for himand two other students. Base life was easy enough, the bots came and went onmissions and you got along well with Ratchet and the Autobot leader Optimus.You pretty much became “Den Mother y/n”. You would make snacks and meals forthe kids and pick up anything that could possibly help the bots. You did mostof this without being asked and not expecting any thanks. But of course as youwent about your business someone was watching you from afar.

After a long Saturday sessionof tutoring the kids he decided that would be a good time to approach you. Thekids had already taken their snacks and moved on to play their video games outof ear shot. You were leaned back in a chair both arms over your face in anuncomfortable position. When he called out to you you startled awake.Apologizing, he asked if you were ready to return home for the day. He watchedas you looked back at the kids, frowned and then said you were ready to go.When you started making your way to Bumblebee, he stopped you and told you he wouldbe driving you home today. Your face morphed into one of concern as hetransformed and popped open his passenger door. As you both barreled throughthe desert he began to express his gratitude for what you had been doing forthe kids and his team. When you finished he noticed your face had grown into asmile that stopped his spark for a second. You told him not to worry about itand that you didn’t mind doing the small things. They know he works hard andthat he shouldn’t have to worry about everything. As he pulled up to your homeyou didn’t reach for the door and he didn’t move to open it. You awkwardlymentioned how nice it was outside and he took the hint. He started up hisengine and was on the move again. With no destination in mind he moved alongthe outskirts of the town. He would keep his new feelings to himself. Hewouldn’t risk this new budding relationship.

Continued…

 Months have gone by since you began your after school tutorsessions with the kids. So many months in fact that now it’s the last daybefore school is out and summer begins. You’re sitting at your desk now supposedlybeing on the lookout for anyone who may be cheating on their final exams. You can’thelp but zone out as the silence in the room gives you time to think. The otherteachers had been gushing in the faculty room about their vacationsout of this hell hole, too far away paradises with less desert. As they hadprattled on the gnawing feeling of anxiety settled into the pit of your stomachagain. With summer starting the kids wouldn’t be needing a tutor anymore, or atleast till the school year started up again. So when Kathy, a fellow teacherasked what your plans were for vacation you came up with the lame excuse of visitingyour parent’s home in “___”. The loud ringing of the last bell cut off yourthoughts as students lined up to hand in their exams. One by one the studentshanded off their papers to you at the door until none were left and you were surroundedby the droning noise of kids out in the hall.  Truth be told you were waiting for someone, anyone among “Team Prime”, to ask youabout your summer plans. Fishing to drop the sad bomb of “nothing” with a nonchalantair about yourself. Pitiful. You thought to yourself as you shuffled the papersand let out an exasperated sigh as you flopped into your chair. If you werebeing really honest with yourself, you were more miffed that Optimus hadn’t askedwhat your plans were. Though as soon as the thought entered your head youquickly pushed it out. Optimus had more important things to worry about then your sadexcuse for a summer. Like a civil war.

You and he had become closer over the past months. Ever sincehe took it upon himself to drive you home that one day it had become a happy ritualafter almost every tutoring lesson. But of course that had come after theattempts to stay at the base longer after the lessons ended. In the beginning youtwo would only discuss in a casual manner. How the kids were doing in school,how the war effort was progressing, theweather. Though as time moved on so did both of you, and the effects of thebattles Optimus fought began to show more than ever. Throwing caution to thewind you had asked him how he was feeling, as himself and not as the leader of the Autobots. He had stared at youfor a long time after you asked that. Probably weighing if it was even worth tellingyou at all, but in the end he did. So much pain and grief was unloaded thenthat your head had trouble wrapping around just how he or any being could keepthis to themselves. When he finished he had apologized, an annoying trait youhad come to realize was a habit of his. You waved him off saying it was fineand that if he ever needed to talk, you would be there for him. He had agreed tothose terms only if you would speak to him in the same manner. You knew there wasn’tmuch you could do in a sense of actually “helping” Optimus defeat the Decepticons,but if you could help him stand a little straighter, so the weight of the worldwasn’t crushing him, you’d do it in a heartbeat. You’d also found out in thisshort amount of time that Optimus had a somewhat dorkish sense of charm to him.In the rare occasion that he did make a joke you always laughed, and thatseemed to make his optics brighten slightly. Speaking of his optics, you letout a shuddering breath. He always seemed to be watching you. Just blatant staring or side eyeing you. You weren’tsure why, but you could never turn to meet his stare because you were afraidwhat he might see. You had contemplated trying to amp up the flirtatiousbehavior between you to, but chickened out at the last minute when the opportunitywould arise. A thought came to you just then. A bold thought. To just tell him how you felt. What did you have tolose? You and the kids had planned a small end of the year party tonight at thebase, you could tell him then. And if you made a fool of yourself, you couldjust hide away for the rest of the summer.

“Perfect” You said aloud as you placed the exams into yourbag. Now just to figure out how you were going to do this.

“Hey Optimus, I’d like to get to know you better” No.

“Hey BossBot! You and I should spend some more time alone moreoften” Definitely Not.

“Optimus, I like you more than just a friend”

“Who do you like more than just a friend?!” came thetelltale shout of Miko in the doorway giving you a minor heart attack in theprocess.

“What?” You gasped with your hand to your chest in startledpanic.

“You were talking about how you like someone more than afriend!” she exclaimed slamming her hands on the desk. “You gotta tell me Ms/Mr.(Y/N)! I can keep a secret!” she grinned over at you. And as much as you lovedMiko, you knew that was horse shit. Composingyourself you raised up out of your seat grabbing your bag.

“I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about Miko. You musthave misheard me.” You clipped in your “teachers” voice. Which only made Mikosquint her eyes and pout.

“Whatever” She threw her hand out as if brushing it away. “Justhurry up! Bulkhead is picking us up today, we’re gonna listen to all of my favorite songs!” she saidgrinning wickedly.

All you could do was cringe at the thought of the hour long journeyahead of you as you shut off the light and closed the door behind the both ofyou.

A dual ache had settled in your head as the night droned on.The drive had been more than excruciating. Between the loud music and the constantbickering between Miko and Jack, the whole ride had been painful. Now you satwith your head hanging and arms dangling over the railing of the upper level.The loud metal music still blaring in a far corner of the room was not helpingeither. The night had not been going as you planned.

“Are you alright (Y/N)?” The rumbling baritone voice thatalways seemed to shake you to its core asked. You gripped the railing andwhipped your head up so quick you thought you may have given yourself whiplash.

“Optimus!” you exclaimed face turning red at earlierthoughts. “No! I’m fine really, ride here was just a little more unhinged themI’m use to” you said smiling up at him.

He gave a rumbled “mmm” of his acknowledgment, followed bysilence and that unnerving stare. Then continued on with “Now that the children’seducation is finished for the year, I would assume your lessons are no longerneeded”.

Ouch, you thought and it must have registered on your facebecause Optimus was now backpedaling on his words. Hard.

“I meant no offense” He hurried on, “I only meant that youwill now have more free time to endeavor in your hobbies”.

Double Ouch. If it didn’t feel like you were being kickedout before, it did now. And now the pieces of your haphazard plan werecrumbling before you. The internal battle you were having on whether or not totrudge on or bail out were flipping back and forth in your mind. And the blueglow of his optics boring into you were not helping.

“(Y/N)” He said letting out a long vent. Just the way he said your name made the decision.

Fuck it. You saidto yourself and stared into his eyes straight on.

“Optimus, I think we-“ and was abruptly cut off by Mikosscreech of lyrics.

“SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER” She sang and threw, what had to be,every piece of homework and schoolwork she had in yours and Optimus direction.

 Asit rained down over you and over the balcony you let out a long sigh and closedyour eyes trying to rein in your frustration.  In the distance you could hear the raspy yellfrom Ratchet about the mess and Miko’s gleeful laughter. It was then youdecided that this was fates way of saying this was a horrible idea.

“What was that (Y/N)? Optimus had broken eye contact toobserve all the papers flying with a straight face.

“I think I should go home” You muttered placing a hand overyour face and moving to grab your jacket. You could hear his foot fallsfollowing you as you went.

“Then I will take-“But you cut him off with a wave of yourhand as you shrugged on the jacket.

“It’s alright” you breathed as you placed your bag on yourshoulder. “I’ll ask Ratchet. God knows he needs to get out of here before heblows a fuse” you said laughing a hollow chuckle as you made your way down theladder, and with one last look you met Optimus’s optics

“See you around Optimus” you smiled a smile that you knew didn’treach your eyes. And with those last words you turned on your heal and walked briskly in the direction of Ratchet. All while those blue optics seared into yourback.