Does anyone have the ghoap fic where soaps a single parent and ghost is a hockey star? I remember the kid has a stutter or speech impediment or something, uhhhh roach, gaz, and price are also in it
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To go with this lovely fanart, I’ve written a little something. It takes place before Ghoap must part ways.
Soap stood next to the nest, whilst the warm rays of sunshine streaming through the window bathed the room in a soft glow.
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#Ghoap#SoapGhost#GhostSaop
This video of cats in REM sleep basically limp and their owners try to shake them but they won’t wake so they panic and get scared shaking them so hard they finally wake up confused. Panther Ghost being comfortable enough to REM sleep with Soap. Curled up on him practically
Back on childhood friends Ghoap. Sharing their first kiss under a Indian Hawthorn tree in their small town. Simon was joining the military to escape his family and Johnny had a bit before he could follow. They promised to be together then and write to each every.
drawing carlgrace and getting emotional wow they literally were fathers together. carl was the last person he saw on earth and the first name on his whiteboard after waking up. they had a romcom home depot date subplot. oh my god
If the gang ever finds out about the player, I can imagine that once Susie fully process it and chills out, she'll go "Well shit we need to get you a body for yourself don't we?" And then Lancer comes around with "Vessel to kick the Knight's ass" and you can make yourself a duck
The un-immortal angel (1084910 years late to soul sona trend but kinda doodles i had of that cos imagine having a soul that's about your age but the next day they're way older than u)
I feel like Simon's the type who gains weight easily. I mean a body that's been starved for a long time suddenly gets access to enough food it's gonna absorb calories way more efficiently, right? And Simon doesn't seem like the type to ever stop strength training. So he'd-
robby agreeing to try bottoming "for the kid's sake" all gruff and reluctant and ending up shedding actual tears over how good dennis's fingers feel in his ass and BEGGING to be fucked. 50ish year old cockslut
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“Fuck, marry, kill: me, L.T, or the Cap’n.”
A lull settled between the three bodies for a brief moment, their attention instantly zeroed in on Gaz, gazes heated under the pretense of expensive bourdon and half-lidded eyelids.