Who do you think he's talking to?

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Who do you think he's talking to?
Merry Chrysler!
its my fault for forgetting this acc exists sory
Tw: accidental hitting but I'll still say domestic abuse just to be safe. Ghost would never hit a romantic partner but I had this idea. (Also it's not at all romanticizing it)
Ghoap fanfic idea
Ghost having a panic attack like a really bad one. Soap trying to calm him down but it's not working. He's not listening when Ghost says between gasps of air to go away. Ghost isn't thinking straight. He's not processing that it's soap's hands on his wrists. He feels as if he's a child again. He feels the same terror he did as a kid. Just wishing his father would go away. Just wishing he'd stop hurting him. He just wants him to let go. In his panic to push his father away he hits him but it's not his father. It's Soap. Soap immediately grabs his nose letting out a grunt of pain. Ghost's eyes go wide as he See's blood drip from Soap's nose. "You got me good" Soap laughs, trying to lighten the mood. It doesn't help. Ghost feels a deep sense of terror. Ghost locked himself in the bathroom for that entire night. The terror of believing he is like his father consuming him. He was supposed to break the cycle. God, he wasn't even supposed to fall in love but of course as soon as he does this happens. Maybe he should just break up with soap. It would be safer for soap.
soap sits by the door all night, ear pressed to the wood. he listens for anything- making sure that ghost’s not being unsafe or maybe he’ll want to talk? but soap knows that’s wishful thinking at the moment. he knows how his boyfriend is.
“ ‘m right here for ya si…” he whispers through the door, picking the now dried blood off from under his nose. silence. if soap couldn’t hear the soft, sometimes ragged breathing coming from the bathroom, he’d think ghost climbed out the window.
soap stays there. he sleeps there. he doesn’t leave simon’s side- even though there’s a door between them. soap feels terrible. he should’ve given him space, he should’ve listened. thoughts swirl his head as his eyelids grow heavier.
ghost doesn’t sleep, how could he? his mind is stuck in what seems to be an endless loop of flashbacks of his father and hitting soap on repeat. he sees the shadow under the door and knows that it’s soap waiting there. in his mind, ghost begins to draft out his breakup with soap. it’s better this way after all. right?
ghost opens the bathroom door and watches as soap’s sleeping form begins to slide down the door frame. reluctantly, he gently slides his arms under soap’s frame, picking him up and placing him softly on the bed. their bed.
soap stirs, opening his eyes to see simon standing over him,
“h-hey,” he says, pushing himself up on his elbows, “do you wan-“
“i think we should break up,” ghost cuts him off, his voice cold, yet shaky.
soap feels the air leave his chest, a bewildered look on his face. he just stares at his boyfriend, mouth hanging open, no words.
“no.” soap says, matter of factly
“johnny pleas-“ ghost’s voice wavers.
“no! why would you even- no! why would we do that?” soap asks, getting slightly frustrated, “no, you don’t get to break up with me! not after that, no.”
ghost places a tentative hand on his shoulder, “johnny-“
“no, don’t you johnny me! why? why huh?” he says as he pushes ghosts hand off of him, feeling tears well up in his eyes. this just can’t be.
“i-i hurt you. i didn’t even- im just like my father. we shouldn’t be together.” he says, hanging his head.
soaps face drops, that’s what this is about? how couldn’t he have noticed? i mean, he had a feeling that’s what was going through ghosts head in the bathroom but soap never thought that this would be a reason to break up. he feels a single fat tear fall down his cheek.
“simon…” he whispers, reaching out to him.
to soaps surprise, ghost bridges the gap between them, sitting down on the bed next to him. soap gives him a look, as if asking for permission, ghost nods before pulling soap into his lap.
“it was an accident, ’s not your fault si..” soap whispers into the crook of the others neck, tracing circles into the built man’s back.
“doesn’t change anythin” simon sighs back.
soap pulls away slightly, looking into the man’s eyes, “it changes everything. look at me, i’m fine si. ‘m not mad, not upset, i-i just want to help you okay? i should’ve listened when you were upset and given you space. i should’ve- handled it better”
ghost squeezes johnny a little tighter hearing this, “not your fault, could never be johnny.”
soaps shoulders begin to rise and fall, he presses his face harder into ghosts shoulder. he’s, crying? ghost pulls him out of his neck and looks him in the eyes.
“i love you, i don’t want to break up!” he cries, effectively breaking ghosts heart. “y-you didn’t know what you were doing, that look you had, si you didn’t mean to! you’re not bad! i-i just want to be with you, help you!” johnny is on the verge of hysterics, he breathes in hard, steadying himself.
“you’re not scared?” ghost asks,
“how could i be?” soap answers, a loving look on his face.
and with that, ghost pulls them both down to lay on the bed, holding johnny close. the dread and guilt he had felt earlier have been subdued to a dull roar, allowing him to think a bit more clearly.
“i’m sorry,” he says quietly, stroking johnnys scalp lovingly.
“i know, don’t be.” soap says, settling further into his boyfriends grip.
“i-i didnt know it was you,” he says, barely above a whisper. hes embarrassed.
“i know, and we’re gonna work on it. ‘m always gonna be here for you, ya big lug. wether you like it or not.” johnny says softly, “i love you. i always will. no matter what.”
“i love you too,” ghost says, a sense of relief washing over him.
I got really bored coloring this so I gave up sorry
really quick pricefield before dinner coz i love them sm
jealous.
wanted to try a new pen s I made this little comic quickly
ngl i like this trope
stinky (i love him sm)
You’re the boss
Stolas with a new look
if im sick and vulnerable my favorite character has to be too/hj
(my brain is full of mucus- i couldnt even write the caption right LMAO
anyways edited it 🥳👍🏻)
gotta share this old doodle of them
and this too-
gotta share this old doodle of them
havent drawn them in a while, sry silly goobers ☹👍🏻
forgot his eyeliner-