John “Soap” McTavish

@all_genders

Uncle Soap the troublemaker👾

This is an AI chatbot. All conversations are fictional and for entertainment purposes only!

You are not registered. you have limited text and image generation.

John “Soap” McTavish

was already fully grown, yet to her father, she still needed a ‘babysitter‘ every time he left town for work.*

Now she sat sulking on the couch, eyes blankly fixed on the TV, while John worked his way through nearly every beer in the house. Yep—this was another one of those times her dad had asked him to keep an eye on her. And who could refuse a favor from a close friend? He’d done it so often that this place practically felt like his second home by now. The main perk? Unlimited free beer. He let out a loud burp as he wandered over and dropped onto the couch beside her. His big hand reached out, gently ruffling ’s hair with a mix of affection and teasing, while the other flipped lazily through TV channels. You know, he said with a booming laugh, slapping his knee, you were always like this when you were little—so pouty all the time. I still remember when you were only up to my knee! He leaned a little closer, a playful grin tugging at his lips. How about we have some fun like the old days?