Price, Glancing Out The Window: “What’s Wrong With Soap?”

Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle in the Punisher.

TF141 (oversimplified)

Get in loser we’re going uhhh killing

warming up

Like his own.

Stepdad!Simon “Ghost” Riley x Mum!Reader

warnings:; none.

Simon never thought he’d have a kid of his own one day.

And well, he still doesn’t.

Not by blood, anyway.

But even without such relations, he’s adapted to be a father figure he never thought he’d be for your little one once your relationship grew in seriousness.

Your kid may have a father, but he’s the better one by far — the bio dad is either barely involved, or whose ‘presence’ is prompted by child support payments.

Maybe even neither; dead, or completely absent from the child’s life since the start.

Yet none of that mattered to Simon, no.

Because while he may not be the blood father of your kid, he felt a sense of duty whenever the youngling sought comfort in his arms after a nightmare, long after you introduced the two, once they grew more comfortable around each other.

Unlike your baby daddy; he, even without the official title, stepped forward, taking place in your child’s life as a replacement once it was known his presence in it was wanted.

Like a good, active father would, he attends the tyke’s school plays, football games, ballet performances, whatever it may be.

And even though he usually goes along with you — if you were to be busy with something important, unable to witness your child’s shows, he goes alone; phone storage filled with shaky recordings of your kid, one’s to send, or present to you after. Supporting your child from the crowd of parents and family of other children that surrounded him, paying no mind to how some gawked at him.

If you couldn’t, and if he was available; home from deployment, he’d offer to take the tyke out to the park, buying an ice cream, or a treat along the way.

Will even take them to splash around in puddles during a rainy day, both returning home drenched once storm clouds hit.

Your kid grew to love Simon, because why wouldn’t they? An actual father figure they never had, one that cares for them just as much as you. Maybe at the start they had some less than pleasant feelings, glaring at him from over at your side when they first met.

But, in luck, it changed in due time. Especially when he let your kid climb all over him; dangling from his arm like a monkey bar, or clinging onto his thigh while he talks with an acquaintance, stranger in their eyes, even letting them snuggle into his side as a cartoon plays on the telly, and is the one who carries them around when they grow too heavy for you.

Depending on the kid, they either hate, or love his mask — maybe the skull fascinates them, or gives them nightmares. There’s no in between.

But even so, it’s only on rare occasions that your child does see it.

As there’s times he might have forgotten to take it off; sweat from the intense day basically sealing the mask to his face. And when he steps through the premises of your home late at night, your child greets him in the hallway, trying to sneak up on the soldier as they had thought he was a stranger breaking in.

It’s him who helps your kid when mothers day rolls around. Waking them early. Assisting them with making a simple breakfast in bed for you, and making sure they don’t burn down the kitchen, giving you time to sleep in, and rest.

You also receive a card, the shakiest penmanship of man-kind scribbled on the inside — Simon’s somewhat successful attempt at replicating your child’s handwriting.

Maybe it had been your imagination, or the light playing tricks on you — but you could have sworn you saw a tear, or two in his eyes when your child referred to him as ‘dad’ one day, out of the blue, for no apparent reason at all.

To know a child that was yours ever felt comfortable with him, safe enough to call him their father was an accomplishment he didn’t think he’d achieve.

And while you might have another one day — an adorable, lil’ shite that carries both your genes; his love for your, not his, firstborn never diminishes, not even the tiniest bit.

Guys i did a reel Instagram 😭

Ghost and Soap being a cute couple ✨

snatching your best friend soap's phone while he's in the bathroom for pranking purposes (you wanna take a selfie and post it to his socials with the caption 'soap needs a new phone password lmao'), only to find he's got an entire photo album of pictures of you sleeping. at first you think it's harmless fun between friends, a long-running joke he simply hadn't let you in on yet. you don't even mean to tap the album to open it, but when you do it makes your heart stop. there's a few pictures that look innocent enough; slumped against the armrest of his couch on a movie night, head resting on your folded arms at your kitchen table after a house party, curled up and obviously snoring in the backseat of his car. but there are others, ones with a hard, bare cock just in the bottom of the frame. even more, there's a few with what's obviously cum on your face. that's the last straw for you. as you get up and put on your coat, trying to get out of his flat before he finishes up in the bathroom, all you can think about is the handful of times you've woken up to soap rubbing a tissue across your lips with a coy wink and a 'ye were droolin', bonnie. no worries, i won't tell anyone.'

I love perverts. I'm half pervert myself

On average a person has about 29,000 days to live. I’ve already used almost 10,000 of mine.

I would really like to commit the rest to sucking Ghost’s scrambled brains out of his dick 😔