in ma pants

anonymous asked:

maybe draw some more ruben from ur fic ?? :0

Guests leave some weird shit behind. He’s grown to enjoy the regular little gathering of staff calling dibs on worthwhile stuff, or laughing over ridiculous clothes or smutty paperbacks. This week, a potted plant in a hanging basket vined with deep, pointed emerald leaves and tiny white dots of flowers. Nobody else seemed interested: Ruben fell in love immediately, affixing it to swing from the curtain rail and religiously monitoring its status. He turns each individual leaf over in his fingers to check for dehydration or mold, and it fills him with a strange, sweet ache to see that it’s healthy and flourishing in his care.

my wee sad boy

Worried Daddy (Part 2) [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: Can there be a part two to worried daddy?

a/n: lowkey wanted part two lol so cute

Part 1

Surprisingly, Sebastian picked you up on time today. You smile at him, pecking his lips when you get in the car; you notice that his suit jacket is in the backseat and his wrinkled button down is rolled to his elbows, tie loose around his neck. He looks really hot, but you make no comment. Besides, you doubt he’d hear you, since he’s focused on the road ahead.

“I couldn’t focus on any of my cases today.” he admits, smirking just the way he did in high school. You raise an eyebrow, turning to face him, mumbling a quiet ‘yeah?’. “I miss my Logan. And you, of course.” Sebastian muses, scrunching his nose at you; you giggle, shaking out your sheer white blouse sleeve. “Remember when we had him in high school?” he licks his lips, “I was such an asshole; I don’t know why you slept with me.”

A soft grin comes cracks your lips and card your hands through his lengthy milk chocolate locks, leaning into him. “You’re still an asshole.” you mumble, causing a short laugh to escape him. “But, I’m glad I did…” you sigh, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. “We got Logan,” he smiles brightly, pulling the car into the parking lot. “You became a super sexy lawyer…” you purr; a puff of air escapes his nose. “We got married… and I love you, Seb.” you turn his face to you when the car stops, kissing him.

Warm palms press against your cheeks, drawing you in deeper. His tongue slips in your mouth, making you gasp; he unbuckles, pushing himself up in the seat, hand moving to your neck. Grinning against his lips, you pull back, despite his whine in protest, and give him a look. “Maybe I wanna try for another kid?” Sebastian whispers, lime green eyes filled with wonder.

Biting your lip, you blush. You’ve been wanting to talk about expanding but never got the chance to. “Well, how ‘bout we do that…at home?” you prompt, nodding to the school. “Logan probably wants to see daddy.” You peck his lips quickly before opening the door, stepping out of the car; Sebastian follows, keys on his ring finger, hand to his shoulder. “Another little one though…” you trail off, tan heels strutting forward.

Your husband has to cage back a growl, seeing the way your hips move in those high waist gray pants. “Da! Ma!” Logan’s distinct voice echoes through the corridors. You squeal, bending down to hug your son. His thin arms wrap around your shoulders for a second until he grunts, pulling back and showing you the beaded necklaces in his hands.

You gasp, taking them from him as Sebastian squats, pushing the hair from his eyes. “You made me and daddy necklaces?!” you beam, gazing at your son in amazement. He grunts softly, nodding his head. “I love it, baby!” you praise, putting on the multicolored beaded necklace over your head before doing the same to your husband.

Sebastian lets his mouth hang open. “Logan, I’m gonna wear this every day, bud. I love it, thank you.” he grins, scooping Logan in his arms, making a ‘whoosh’ noise. You stand up, necklace hitting your white ruffled blouse, quickly making sure everything’s in his Spongebob backpack. Sebastian swings him around, arms securely under the boy’s thighs, continuing to do the ‘whoosh’ sound while walking to the car.

Smiling brightly, you wave back at the teacher, following your husband. Sebastian buckles Logan in, eyeing you hungrily before winking. “Hey, Logan, how’d you feel about a sibling?” Oh, there’s definitely going to be another kid.

So Flirty - Derek Luh, Sammy Wilk, Jack Gilinsky Imagine


Being the only girl in a squad can be fun, but it surely isn’t always easy especially if you have very flirtatious best friends like I do. 

I just turned 19 and I’ve been friends with Derek Luh, Sammy Wilkinson and Jack Gilinsky since I was 13 years old. I’ve always been more comfortable being in guys’ company than girls and there’s a reason for that. 

When I was 12, I had a best friend named Ashley. We were inseparable. We were literally every single day together hanging out and doing fun stuff. Everything was perfect for about a year and then, my “bestie” started to hang out with the girl that we used to hate to death and blew me off. I was devastated, I couldn’t believe that Ashley would ever do that to me. I had thought that our friendship was going to last “forever”, but she ruined everything. But that’s not all, there was one boy that I was so in love with, his name was Adam. He was really cute and we would’ve always made and eye contact when our eyes would met and it was really cute. But then, this bitch started dating him as soon as we stopped hanging out. I was so hurt and mad. I wanted to rip her hair off. She knew I liked him and she did something like that. 

As I was deeply disappointed in girls’ friendships, I didn’t want to have friends anymore at all, especially not female friends. But then, I met these three; Luh, Wilk and Gilinsky. When we just started to hang out, I was really scared to get too close to them just because I didn’t want to be hurt by them like I was by Ashley so I didn’t taker our friendship seriously at all. But as the years were passing, I realized that they’re nothing like Ashley. After 3 years of non stop hanging out with my new 3 best friends, I knew they were here to stay. 

‘Sammy,’ I whined ‘Let me go.’ 

‘Noo’ He protested tightly holding his arms wrapped around my waist. We were watching a movie for 2 hours in his and G’s house and we were cuddled into each other and I really had to pee, but he didn’t want to let me go. 

G didn’t want to watch the movie with us because we’ve all seen in a million times, but Sammy got sick a few days ago and the cold was still holding him so I had to please him and watch the movie again. I always treat him like a baby when he’s sick. Well, not just him, all three of them.

‘I’m gonna pee in my pants,you idiot’ I chuckled. 

‘But your boobs were so comfy and I was just about to fall asleep.’ He said and I rolled my eyes. 

‘I’ll come back in a minute.’ I said managing to pull out of his tight grip. ‘Gosh, Sammy’  

I was literally running upstairs to the bathroom and when I finally reached it, I just rushed in without even checking if someone was already in there and what happened? 

‘Jack, oh my God!’ I screamed as I saw naked Gilinsky stepping out of the shower. I quickly covered my eyes and turned around. ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were in there and I have to pee really really bad.’ I started apologizing. 

‘It’s okay, y/n.’ He said. ‘I don’t mind really.’ 

‘I’m gonna to..get dressed’ I said reaching for the door knob, but when I tired to open the door, it didn’t want. ‘Why-? Jack, why this doesn’t want to open?’ I asked. 

‘Fuck, did you slammed the door?’ He asked. 

‘I didn’t, they slammed itself.’ 

‘Shit, now we’re stuck.’ 

‘What? Why??’ 

‘These doors are broken and you need to close them really slowly or else they’ll get stuck.’ He said. 

‘Great, G, you’re telling me this now?!’ I said frustrated squeezing my thighs and still trying to open the door. 

‘Wait, let me try’ He said. 

As he stood behind me, I felt his bulge poking my butt and he purposely thrusted himself a little into me. ‘Jack!’ I said slapping his arm and moving away from him noticing that he had a towel around his waist now.

‘What, baby?’ He laughed. 

‘Fuck off’ I chuckled rolling my eyes. ‘And hurry up with opening the door. My bladder can’t hold on anymore.’ I said and he laughed again. 

‘Well pee, I’m not gonna watch you while you’re peeing.’ 

‘But you’ll hear me’ 

‘Y/n, just fucking pee’ He said. 

At this point, I didn’t have choice and I just had to do it. 

‘Don’t you dare to peep at me’ I said taking ma yoga pants off. I sat down on the toilet and finally let the piss out of me. ‘Fuck’ I breathed out as I was overwhelmed with a feeling of relief. I saw Jack turning his head a little to peep and I threw a roll of toilet paper at him hitting him in the head. ‘Jack!’ 

‘Now I’m not gonna give you back the toilet paper because you hit me with it’ He said. 

‘Jaack, c’mon’ I whined. ‘I’m done, I need it’ 


‘C’mon, don’t be an asshole.’

‘If you kiss me, I’ll give you the toilet paper’ 

‘Okay, just give me fucking toilet paper!’ I said and he threw it back to me.

I mean, only my friends can blackmail me with the toilet paper. 

I flushed the toilet and came over to the sink to wash my hands. after I dried them, Jack turned me around lifting me up, sitting me down on the sink and standing between my legs. 

‘You promised’ He smirked. 

I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek. I pulled back and he raised his eyebrow at me. ‘What?’ I chuckled shrugging my shoulders. 

‘Seriously? I didn’t mean kiss on the cheek’ 

‘I know, but I’m not gonna kiss you, you’re my best friend, you idiot.’ 

‘I know you want it as much as I do’ He said trying to seduce me by pushing his head into my neck and leaving a kiss there. 

‘Jack, stop’ I laughed pushing him back and then he laughed with me too. ‘Open the door, I’m not planning to be stuck with you here forever’ 

‘Oh, but I do’ He smirked and I rolled my eyes at his constant flirting with me. ‘Sammy!’ He yelled. ‘Samuel, come upstairs and rescue us!’ 

It was around 2 a.m. and I was laying in my bed and watching some youtube videos since I couldn’t sleep for some reason. Just when I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep again, I got a call from Derek. 

‘Y/n…’ He whined. By the sound of his voice, I immediately knew that he was not sober.

‘Derek..’ I sighed. ‘Why are you drunk again?’ 

‘I was feeling like shit and now I feel even worse. I need you to come and pick me up’ 

‘I’m really tired, call Jack.’ 

‘Noo, I want you, please, I’m sad.’ 

‘Uh, okay, I’m coming. Just tell me where you are’ 

I sat in the car and started driving toward the club that Derek was in. 


‘Let’s get you upstairs’ I said struggling to take him into his room. 

‘You know, I’m really happy to have you’ He mumbled. 

‘I know you are’ 

‘If there wasn’t for you now, I’d have to drive by myself and who knows, maybe I’d get into a car accident’ 

‘Oh my God, Derek. Don’t even think about things like that.’ I said shaking my head. I don’t know what I’d do without three of them and I don’t even wanna imagine a life without them. 

‘I love you. So so much.’ He said taking my face between his hands as we reached his bedroom. 

‘I love you too. Now go lay down on the bed while I go get you some water, okay?’ I said and he nodded. 

As I came back into his bedroom, I almost dropped the glass filled with water when I saw Derek naked laying on the bed. 

‘Oh my God, seriously?’ I asked turning my head. ‘What is wrong with everyone today? Why do I have to see everyone naked?’ 

‘I sleep naked.’ He said. 

‘Nice to know.’ I said sarcastically. ‘First Gilinsky, now you.’ 

‘Gilinsky? Why did you see him naked? Did you cheat on me?’ 

‘It was accidentaly, of course.’ I said. ‘And I did not cheat on you because we’re not even together’ I rolled my eyes. 

‘I know, why do you have to rub it in my face?’ He asked almost starting to cry. 

‘Oh my God, you’re so drunk, Derek.’ I sighed. I covered him with a white quilt cover and moved his hair out of his face. ‘Sleep now, okay? I’ll come to check on you tomorrow.’ I said. 

‘Won’t you stay here with me like you always do?’ He asked pouting. 

‘I can’t tonight. I have something important to do tomorrow.’ I said. ‘I’m going. Goodnight.’ I kissed his cheek and he kissed mine before I left. 

‘Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?!’ I was going crazy cause I couldn’t find my other nude heel that I needed. I was about to start crying cause I couldn’t find it when I remembered where could it be. 

I quickly sat in my car and drove to Gilinsky and Sammy’s place. Waiting impatiently for one of them to open the door, I texted my date to come and pick me up on this address. 

When Jack finally opened the door his eyes went wide ‘Damn, baby’

‘Get out of the way’ I quickly walked past him running upstairs into my room. Yes, I have a room at theirs place. 

‘Whoa, she’s so hot’ I heard Samy and Derek comment.

‘Here you are!’ I felt such a huge relief when I found the heel laying next the bed. 

‘Why are you so dressed up?’ Derek asked me when I entered the living room. 

‘Because I’m going on a date.’ I said smiling as I sprayed my favourite perfume all over myself. 

‘What?’ All three of them said at once. ‘Why?’ They asked and I laughed. 

‘I don’t know really. I mean what kind of question is that?’ 

‘With who?’ Just when I was about to answer the question, the doorbell rang. 

I hurried to open the door and all three of them followed me. 

‘Seriously, guys?’ I asked quietly before I opened the door. 


‘Hey, Kian!’ I smiled as I kissed his cheek and he pulled me into a hug. 

‘You ready?’ He asked. 

‘Yeah, let’s go.’ I said and then I heard G, Sammy and Derek clearing their throats. I rolled my eyes smiling as I turned to them. 

‘Who are they?’ Kian asked me whispering. 

‘They’ brothers.’ 

‘Listen, we want her back by 11, understood?’ G said. 

‘P.M.’ Derek and Sammy added. 

‘I’m scared’ Kian whispered in my ear.

‘Oh my God, please ignore them.’ I chuckled. ‘Let’s go.’ I said pulling him outside.

‘Y/n, we’re serious! We’ll come looking for you if you’re not here by 11.’ Derek yelled. I turned to them and blew them kiss before sitting in the car with Kian and driving away. 

More of the Mystery Dads Twins au! This time featuring they’re moms and Stan being proud of his boyfriend being a liar mc liar pants.

Also Ma pines in shock cause how did this scrawny nerd trick her.

If there are any drawings people are particularly interested in seeing more developed let me know.

anonymous asked:

Just sharing!! In my native language, Hamil means pregnant so in the end i read it like PregnantSquad and pissed ma pants

Omg, that’s great! Thank you for sharing that with me! It gave me a good laugh! I love you!

Twas the night before Christmas an’ all t'ru de house,
Dey don’t a ting pass Not even a mouse.
De chirren been nezzle good snug on de flo’,
An’ Mama pass de pepper t'ru de crack on de do’.

De Mama in de fireplace done roas’ up de ham,
Sit up de gumbo an’ make de bake yam.
Den out on de by-you dey got such a clatter,
Make soun’ like old Boudreau done fall off his ladder.

I run like a rabbit to got to de do’,
Trip over de dorg an’ fall on de flo’.
As I look out de do'in de light o’ de moon,
I t'ink, “Mahn, you crazy or got ol’ too soon.”

Cux dere on de by-you w'en I stretch ma'neck stiff,
Dere’s eight alligator a pullin’ de skiff.
An’ a little fat drover wit’ a long pole-ing stick,
I know r'at away got to be ole St.Nick.

Mo’ fas'er an’ fas'er de’ gator dey came
He whistle an’ holler an’ call dem by name:
“Ha, Gaston! Ha, Tiboy! Ha, Pierre an’ Alcee’!
Gee, Ninette! Gee, Suzette! Celeste an'Renee’!

To de top o’ de porch to de top o’ de wall,
Make crawl, alligator, an’ be sho’ you don’ fall.”
Like Tante Flo’s cat t'ru de treetop he fly,
W'en de big ole houn’ dorg come a run hisse’s by.

Like dat up de porch dem ole ‘gator clim!
Wit’ de skiff full o’ toy an’ St. Nicklus behin’.
Den on top de porch roof it soun’ like de hail,
W'en all dem big gator, done sot down dey tail.

Den down de chimney I yell wit’ a bam,
An’ St.Nicklus fall an’ sit on de yam.
“Sacre!” he axclaim, “Ma pant got a hole
I done sot ma'se'f on dem red hot coal.”

He got on his foots an’ jump like de cat
Out to de flo’ where he lan’ wit’ a SPLAT!
He was dress in musk-rat from his head to his foot,
An’ his clothes is all dirty wit’ ashes an’ soot.

A sack full o’ playt'ing he t'row on his back,
He look like a burglar an’ dass fo’ a fack.
His eyes how dey shine his dimple, how merry!
Maybe he been drink de wine from de blackberry.

His cheek was like a rose his nose a cherry,
On secon’ t'ought maybe he lap up de sherry.
Wit’ snow-white chin whisker an’ quiverin’ belly,
He shook w'en he laugh like de stromberry jelly!

But a wink in his eye an’ a shook o’ his head,
Make my confi-dence dat I don’t got to be scared.
He don’ do no talkin’ gone strit to hi work,
Put a playt'ing in sock an’ den turn wit’ a jerk.

He put bot’ his han’ dere on top o’ his head,
Cas’ an eye on de chimney an’ den he done said:
“Wit’ all o’ dat fire an’ dem burnin’ hot flame,
Me I ain’ goin’ back by de way dat I came.”

So he run out de do’ an, he clim’ to de roof,
He ain’ no fool, him for to make one more goof.
He jump in his skiff an’ crack his big whip,
De’ gator move down, An don’ make one slip.

This plays on the radio at least one a week in December.

Secrets - Chapter 3

Chapter One: The Safe House
Chapter Two: Bedtime Stories

Here’s Chapter 3!  Hope you enjoy and stay tuned for Chapter 4!

CHAPTER 3:  Of Frogs and Flirts

Morning came later than expected. Rubbing her eyes, Mercy broke into a near panic when she saw Jr wasn’t curled up next to her. That was until her eyes fell on the clock.

“11:00AM!?” She practically fell from the bed. She’d never slept in this late before. Heavens, what would the others think! She was supposed to be up at the crack of dawn and here she was missing morning breakfast. There was no way she could chew on something now, especially with noon right around the corner. And everyone knew that Mrs. Morrison’s lunches were to die for. Then again, anything she made was to die for.

Scooting into the bathroom down the hall, she stripped before taking a quick shower. She didn’t even bother to scrub her skin down. She could always do that later-like tomorrow. Right now, she had to rush though this and see what the crew was up to.

Gosh, she thought to herself, how embarrassing!

Towel now wrapped around her blonde hair, she started to apply her eyeliner and mascara. When had she started to look so pale. What happened to her color? Was she really overworking herself? She turned to inspect her nude form further.

Not a wrinkle in sight. Perks of being a top medical scientist with the latest and greatest tech. Heh, if only. The real reason was a little less ethical. Unable to get live subjects to test a new treatment on, Mercy decided to do it on herself. Thankfully, the results were overwhelmingly positive, sans the fact that everyone still thought she was 21 and not 37. Was that really a bad thing? Perhaps, if she was trying to catch the eyes of younger men. However, she preferred older, more experienced as to those damned, cocky youngins.

Patting off her still-wet skin, she started to dress herself. It was nothing overly fancy. A pair of bright orange shorts with black laces up the sides to make them look a little more badass. They really showed off her legs, one of her better features (or so Jack Morrison always used to tell her). A nice, crop-top white shirt with a large swoop in the back covered her chest. So what if they could see her lacy white bra? She had nothing to hide! Besides, everyone knew she was a Victoria’s Secret kind of gal; Dream Angel being her favorite bra set for obvious reasons. Not to mention, none would complain about her more-exposed form. She was just as toned and lean as the rest, despite spending more time in the back of the lines rather than right up front with all the action.

Dropping the other towel, she ran a hand through her hair. Tossing her hair up in a sloppy pony tail, she nodded to herself. “Yeah,” she quipped, “that’ll do.”

Towels now up over the rustic-themed shower curtain, she left the room and followed the sound of lively chatter. It eventually brought her to the kitchen, where Tracer and McCree were learning how to cook Mrs. Morrison’s famed shepherd’s pie. Dinner would be delicious! And then there wad DVa, who looked bored because she was given the task of ‘stirring’ the cream (likely the topping for some sweet dessert).

“If you continue at that slow rate, you’ll lose the game,” Mercy teased. DVa instantly started to stir with a passion much like she had in her games. “Much better. Keep it up and you’ll advance to the next level.”

A quick, dry kiss met her cheek. “Someone was sleepy,” Mrs. Morrison teased.

“Where’s my little Jacky?” She welcomed the chilled cup of coffee that fell into her hands. Breathing it in, she purred at that rich vanilla scent. Mrs. Morrison spoiled her and she knew it. She took several large sips, smiling more and more after each one went down.

“He went out fishing right at the crack of dawn.”

Mid-drink, she stopped. Mercy’s head swiveled to Mr. Morrison who was peeling potatoes next to Junkrat. “Uh?” Her brow quirked. “With who? Dad’s over there.” She pointed and Mr. Morrison waved lightly.

“Jacky demanded to go fishing with that guy with the mask.” Mrs. Morrison tapped the backside of a spoon against her lips. “69?”

Mr. Morrison chuckled to himself.

Covering her lips, Mercy joined him. “76 but close enough,” she said before wandering over to the sliding door. She didn’t really like the idea of her son fishing with the mysterious 76 but… well, what could she do. They were already gone.

Drinking another sip of her iced vanilla-mocha coffee, she sighed happily while inspecting the view outside. The lawn was absolutely lovely; green as could be. Not too far out in it wandered Skippy. He was chasing a leaf, which made her smirk slightly to herself. Oh! There was a gust of wind, which caused the cowardly cat to sprint across the lawn and onto the porch. He jumped up on a chair and curled around himself. Nothing like a catnap, right?

Head turning just slightly to the side, she looked over at the horses that grazed peacefully in the shade of a large oak tree. Her lovely pinto looked healthy as ever, which caused her to smile. The newest horse, the offspring of Jack’s old horse, stood beside her pinto (the mother). According to Mr. Morrison, that colt was a nasty little thing. It wouldn’t let anyone near it. Apparently it had been that way for the past year. They spoke of selling it but just couldn’t. It reminded them of their Jack too much.

Hand falling on her heart, Mercy sighed happily. She was so thankful to have such a wonderful family. Really, the Morrisons were her everything. They took her in and called her their own, even though she never married their Jack.

“MAMA, MAMA, MAMA,” a voice echoed off the barn and house.

Sliding the door open, she stepped out. That’s when she spied her little guy running as fast as he could with a big, plastic bucket in his hands. Water was sloshing out of it, which made her assume he caught a fish.

Eyes panning past the younger blonde, she caught 76 who was running after Jr and carrying an even bigger bucket. He was struggling with it too as he was also trying to balance the tackle box as well as the two fishing poles. He was doing a hell of a job too. It was also nice to see that he was responsible enough to keep a wary eye on her son. Maybe 76 wasn’t that bad. Or maybe he just had a soft spot for kids?

Either way, both looked absolutely ridiculous.

Again, her hands moved to her lips. Stifling her laugh, Mercy moved toward the railing on the hand-made wooden porch. She leaned into it and shook her head.

Out of breath, Jr stopped at the foot of the stairs. “Ma-ma,” he panted, “look.” He set down the bright red bucket to pull out a-

“AAHHH!” Mercy’s hands went flying, which sent the remaining coffee splashing every which way. “GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME,” she screamed while moving to the other side of the deck. She needed to put as much space between her and that monstrosity.

But Jr wouldn’t let her get away. Fat bullfrog still in his hands, he crept up the stairs with the frog at arm’s length. The wry little grin on his face a surefire sign that he was enjoying this. “Oh mama, it’s just a little froggie.”

“THAT IS NOT LITTLE,” she set her mug on the railing before hopping over it. Safe on the side, she dropped down on the lawn below. The railing was her sanctuary. He was still too little to hop over it so he was trapped on that deck while she stood proud and safe on the ground.

“Where are you going,” he moved closer to her, now dangling the frog over her head. That devilish look still in his eyes. He was up to something and she wasn’t sure what it was.

Then, then it happened.

That fat sucker kicked off his thumb, breaking free. The look on Jr’s face proof that he wasn’t expecting this to happen. Frog leaping forward, Mercy’s eyes widened with fear as the oversize frog landed in h-

“AAAAAAH!” She shrilled while shaking her hands feverishly over her head. “GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!” She danced frantically as the bullfrog landed square on her head. It flopped around helplessly as she panicked.

With all her flailing, the damn thing managed to fall down her face and unto her chest. Just as slimy and gross as she remembered them to be. The screaming heightened to the point where Jr had to cover his ears. Granted, his laughing didn’t stop. Nor did the fact that he needed to pee so bad because this was too funny! He was doing the 'I have to pee but don’t want to leave dance’ while waiting his mom freak out.

A pair of hands appeared around her breasts. Face flushing red, she looked up to see a masked man with a red visor dangerously close to her.


She wanted to scream pervert but the bullfrog wedged between his fingers was what kept the words from falling out. He wasn’t groping her. He was saving her from the disgusting creature!

He was smiling. Laughing. She could hear him laughing from beneath that mask. Squinting her eyes, she growled. “You’ll p-”

The frog jerked within his grasp. It managed to wiggle just enough to break free and land on the earth just before Mercy’s nude toes.

The world froze.

All was silent as she stared down at that godawful creature. Then, after the dramatic pause, resumed her screaming.

“SAVE ME!” She howled before jumping right up into 76’s arms. Lucky for her, his reflexes were impeccable. She wrapped around his from, legs kicking and arms clinging.

Snug and secure in his arms, she let out of breath of relief. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she kept repeating with a quivering voice. Her heart thundering within her chest as she was absolutely terrified that the frog would magically appear again.

“Uh,” 76’s head nodded toward her backside.

Mercy slowly turned her head to find the face of a fat-ass frog just inches from her own. Beads of sweat instantly grew on her forehead and all the color on her face vanished.

The screaming came again and Jr broke into a fit of laughs. Pushing the frog closer, he cackled. “Mama, it’s just a little ol-”

“THERE IS NOTHING LITTLE ABOUT THAT DEVIL!” Recoiling, she burrowed back into 76’s chest. It was soft, warm, and safe. And, most importantly, frog-less. Helped that he was so much taller so there was no way the frog could get to her now, especially as he rolled her up further!

“I think you’ve scared her enough,” 76 finally said to Jr who only sighed with disappointment.

“But it’s funny,” he pleaded.

Mercy caught Jr’s coy little smirk in 76’s visor. She also saw his reflection wink.


Why was he…

Mercy’s cheeks flushed. Her palms were pressed against and parallel to 76’s firm chest. She was touching him. She was in his arms.

Was this all…

“JACK JR!” she bellowed while trying to squirm from 76’s firm grip. “WHY I’M GOING TO KILL YO-”

The embrace was tranquilizing. Unexpected.

Pink lips falling apart, she turned her head to meet that familiar visor again. The red glare from it didn’t help for it only made her cheeks look even redder. Granted, they were pretty red to behind with.

Gulping down a thick lump that formed in the back of her throat, she gingerly brushed her fingertips against his pecks. God, how had she not noticed how hot he was? Especially in this black Underarmor that revealed every rippling, sexy muscle. That leather jacket with the 76 didn’t do him justice.

Just what did he look like under that mask, she wondered before chewing her lip.

Brushing back a loose strand of her hair, she turned her burning cheeks away. “Thanks,” she muttered, still embarrassed that she fell right into their trap.

76 smirked before slowly letting her drop from his arms. When she was back on firm ground, the blonde woman retreated around his backside. Where was the frog, she wondered.

“Go put him in the pond over there,” 76 instructed and Jr complied. As he ran with the slimy creature to the water, Mercy found herself admiring 76’s backside.

He looked good in those cargo shorts. Too good.

Tongue running over her lips, she thought back to the last time she was actually with someone. It was too long ago and with this cool glass of water in front of her, she was really hoping that sexless streak would end soon.

“However can I reward you,” she purred while stroking his spine. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t notice his body shutter and then relax. He enjoyed that touch almost as much as she did.

“Re-ward… me?” 76 started to turn around, curious as to what she was implying.

“You saved me from the wretched monster.” Her breath kissed his mask and he drank in her sweet vanilla-mocha scent. “I owe you.” Flitting her lashes, she smiled right up at his 6-1" form.

76 faltered. He wasn’t expecting his. She was…was she hitting on him?

Gulping, he shrugged. “Just doing what’s necessary. No need for thanks,” he rattled off in an over-rehearsed tone.

“Uh-huh,” she stepped closer. Her fingers walked across his chest.

“Ma'am,” his voice quivered.

“It’s Angela,” she corrected.

God, if he wasn’t wearing that damned mask!

“Lunch is ready,” a familiar voice called from the deck. It was Tracer.

Mercy’s cheeks burned red again. She had completely forgotten that their was an audience behind them. God, just how much had they seen? Everything?

“Heh,” she whimpered before retreating toward the house that she had her back to.

She fanned herself a bit before taking a seat beside Mr. Morrison who, naturally, leaned into her. “You sure it’s not 69,” he teased. She smacked him and he rubbed his sore arm. The way she smirked caused her to growl. Again, he laughed.

The door slid open behind her, which caused Mercy to look over her shoulder. A large, orange belly was now before her very eyes. “I see you found Skippy,” she leaned back to take the cat into her arms. “Go wash your hands,” she instructed.

The door opened again. This time 76 entered.

“C'mon,” Jr took 76’s hands into his own. “Mama says we gotta wash.”

“Your mama’s a smart woman.”

They vanished down the hall.

“You know,” Tracer took a seat across from Mercy, “he’s not that bad. I was worried he would end up being a pain.” She plopped her chin into her hands. “But he seems to have lightened up. A lot. I think Jr’s helping.”

“Jr does that,” Mercy smiled. “He’s always been able to bring out the good in people.”

“Mama,” Jr was back in the room. “Did you see all the fish we caught?”

She wore a flat expression. “How could I? I was attacked by a frog.”

“Oh yeah,” he rubbed his foot against the back of his leg. “I forgot.”

“How could you forget that,” she huffed.

Jr poked out his tongue before taking a seat. He patted off to the side of it. “You get to sit here,” he said to 76.

76 just stood their. Baffled.

“Sit, sit,” he instructed. “And take off your mask. No masks at the dinner table.”

76 remained standing. He was starving but how could he eat with everyone. He couldn’t show off who he was. Not now. Not ever.

Jr shook his head before running away. Seconds later, he came back with a pair of sunglasses and a ninja mask. “Put this on and I suppose I’ll let you wear the sunglasses inside.” He was awfully cheeky. Damn kid.

Smirking, 76 took the black ninja mask that would cover his entire face, sans his mouth and jaw, as well as the sunglasses. Moving away from the crowd, he applied the new coverings. They weren’t what he wanted, but at least he could eat with everyone now.

When 76 returned, Jr wore a large grin. “Better?” Jr knew he had won.

“Thanks,” his hand ruffled Jr’s blond hair. Taking the seat right next to the kid, 76’s still-hidden face looked over at Mercy. “Smart kid,” he added.

“He’s clever like his father.” She responded.

After lunch, came cleanup. Since 76 and Mercy both missed out on cooking, they were left to clean everything up. Everyone else went outside to either play volleyball in the back or lay in the sun and work on their tans.

Plunging her hands into the hot, soapy water, she began scrubbing away at the plates. Pulling a clean one from the water, she rinsed it with cold water before passing it off to 76.

This routine of Mercy washing and 76 drying started in silence until 76 finally spoke.

“Kid’s quite the fisherman,” he stately plainly.

Mercy looked up, a small smile on her face. “He’s just like his father. Jack loved to fish; said it was the best way to get your mind off things.”

“He’s right,” 76 commented, though added nothing more.

“So how many did you catch?”

“Enough to have fish tacos for lunch tomorrow.”

“Mmmm!” Her eyes closed as she buzzed happily. “I haven’t had those in forever.” Her mind went back to the last time she and Jack made fish tacos after catching some fish. That day seemed like forever again. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized just how much she missed her golden haired hero. The glow in her eyes soon faded and a frown slipped onto her face.

“Something wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. It…it was just a meal Jack and I used to make.” She looked broken. Sad.

Forcing herself to clear her mind, she started to work on cleaning the folks. The sponge dipped between the prongs before grazing over the flat surfaces. She would just focus on cleaning. Talking about Jack hurt, especially now that she was back home.

“We left around 6,” 76 began. It caused Mercy to look up and over at him with quirked brows. “Fishing. Skippy went into your room and started to meow. Jr got up to feed him and saw me sitting on the front porch. He asked what I was doing; told him I wanted to go fishing but didn’t know if I could.” He smirked, it was visible on his face as he hadn’t changed back to his own mask yet. “He took my hand and pulled me into the barn. Told me where everything was and said the wagon was broken. Told me we would have to carry our own buckets and poles all the way out there.”

Setting down the dried fork, he moved onto another one. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal so I said yes.” 76 scoffed. “Your son conveniently left out that it was a good 30-minute hike to the fishing hole.” Shaking his head, he laughed lightly. “He was spry as ever. I was still trying to untangle the fishing poles that he twisted together.”

“That’s Jr for you,” she purred. “He gets to excited and doesn’t pay attention to the lines and how they cross.”

“Oh trust me,” 76 interrupted. “I know. The damn kid kept tossing his line over mine. I swear I spent half the time untangling our lines. The other half of the time, I was busy putting on worms or chicken.”

“He does that. He throws the line so hard that the bait flings right off. Then he wonders why he can’t catch anything.”

“Oh no, he was catching stuff. He just didn’t know how to reel it in fast enough. Kept losing his fish. Eventually decided that it didn’t make sense for me to fish with his impeccable luck.”

“So what did you do?” Mercy set down her sponge. Resting her rump against the counter, she watched 76 tell his story…

“What’s your real name,” Jr asked while leaning up against 76. “Real, real name. Not your Overwatch name.” He happily kicked his legs that danged over the edge of the dock. As he was still short, his toes didn’t touch the water yet. 76 on the other hand? The water came up past his ankles as he sat there on the dock.

There was no one in sight. This lake wasn’t frequented as much as it used to be. The town had changed a lot since he had last been there. In five years, the population plummeted. It made sense though. With bandits, raiders, robots, Talon-whatever popping up all over the place, out in the middle of nowhere didn’t seem as safe.

If only they knew it was probably the safest. If you had to assassinate a ton of people, you would go to a city. Not bumfuck nowhere.

“Well?” Jr’s head rested against his ribs. “What is it?”

“Soldier 76.” He responded.

“I said real name. Your parents did not name you Soldier 76,” he said in a robotic voice.

“No,” 76 chuckled, “they didn’t.”

“So what is it really?”

“What would you like it to be?” 76 wasn’t sure why he asked it, but it was too late to retract his question now.

“Hmmmm,” Jr rubbed his chin, which caused his grip on the pole to loosen. Thankfully, 76 was on top of things so he grabbed it before it fell into the water. “Oops.” Again, he rubbed his chin. “You know,” his head snapped up to look at 76’s hidden face, “I think it would be cool if you were named Jack.”

“Like you?” 76 commented.

“Yeah,” the kid nodded firmly. “We could be best friends. Jack and Jack Jr!” He stood up, but realized his footing was far from perfect. To prevent himself from falling over, he planted a firm hand on 76’s shoulder. “We could go everywhere together.” His hands opened up above his head. “We could save the world and be heroes, just like my dad.”

Wiggling his butt, Jr picked at a wedgie. Once fixed, he waddled over to 76 and plopped himself in the man’s lap. “Can I call you Jack?” He rolled his head back against the man’s chest. His large blue eyes staring 76 down.

“I’d be honored,” 76 leaned forward to nuzzle Jr’s nose with his mask.

“Teeheehee,” the boy giggled before sighing happily. “Jack,” his tone took a serious twist, “it this what it’s like to have a dad?”

76 fell silent for a moment. His heart sunk and he felt a pit form in his stomach. This was torture. His beautiful son was sitting on his lap, confessing that he wanted to become a hero. He was a chip off the old block and he… he wasn’t there for him. Instead, this kid thought he was dead and was now putting his love and faith into this mysterious 76, that he decided to nickname Jack.

Oh if only the little guy knew!

“Jack,” Jr’s eyes fell back on him again. The kid was smart, always knowing exactly where to look. It was as if his visor was invisible, and it caused 76 to shudder.

“Yeah,” he finally said in a soft, airy voice. Holding the pole in one hand, he took the other and brushed it through his son’s hair. “I think so.”

Jr grew a smile. Again, his head fell against 76’s chest. “Do you like my mama?”

The question came out of nowhere, which caught 76 off guard. He squirmed under the question, and Jr was quick to catch this gesture.

“Ooooooh,” his lips rounded into a large circle. “You do, you do.” His lips pushed together as a devilish shine gleamed in his azure eyes. “Mama and 76 sitting in a tree, k-i-x-ing.”

His spelling was off but that didn’t matter.

76 pulled back from Jr. He was trying to distance himself from the prying little bugger. How dare he get all cute and sappy! It was all a ploy. He was purposely breathing 76’s heart to pop the real question-getting his mom a husband.

He managed to scoot out from under Jr, which caused the little blonde to laugh. “Ooooh you really do like her. You want to kiss her?” He crawled along the wooden dock, easily catching up to 76 who was scooting across it on his rump. “You want to hold her?” He was getting closer. “You want to marry her,” his little nose was just inches from his mask.

Then he stopped and sat back on his butt. “I know how to help.” The words were nonchalant. It was disturbing how devious this five-year-old was. He was wicked smart. Clever and deceiving. The next James Bond.

“How,” he was kicking himself for engaging in this conversation. But his feelings for Mercy still hadn’t faded. If he stood a chance with Angela, this kid might just be the key.

“She hates frogs. I’ll go get one and give it to her. She’ll run away and look for someone to save her.” He pointed right at 76. “And then you’ll come in and save her.”

76 laughed. “Really think that would work?”

“Yup!” He nodded. “Trust me. I know mama. She loves her heroes.”

Hand moving forward, he ruffled Jr’s hair. “Well if you’re sure,” he teased, “then I guess we have to give it a try.”

“Trust me,” Jr snickered, “it’ll work.”

Granted, 76 didn’t share all of his story. He went into detail about how they caught their first fish. And how he fell into the lake because Jr pushed him. He mentioned the water fight they had and how Jr wanted to bring home 3 bullfrogs but he insisted on just one. He purposely left out the part of the frogs and wooing her.

“Three?” Her eyes bugged out. “I think I would have died.”

“I would have saved you,” 76 didn’t hold back.

Mercy caught this bold comment, which caused her to smirk. “Was that the plan?” She stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest once more. “I saw that little wink you two exchanged.” Mercy leaned in more. “I know you two were scheming.”

“Can you blame me,” he answered confidently.

His quick, firm response caused her to smirk again. “Why if I didn’t know better,” her fingertips met his chiseled chest again, “I would say Soldier 76 has me in his sights.”

His sexy, side grin caused her to grin in return.

Heartbeat picking up the pace, she took one step closer to him. Rolling her head up, she rose onto her tiptoes. He leaned down some. His heart skipped a beat when he felt her warm breath wrap around his nude lips.

“Mama, mama!” The door flung open and the two adults pulled away. 76 nervously picked up an already dry plate and Mercy shoved her hands into the soapy water.

“Y-yes dear?” She pretended she was busy while turning her head to him.

His large, all-knowing blue eyes narrowed. “I might be five years old,” he stepped closer, “but I’m not stupid.”

Mercy’s facade broke. A sheepish grin crossed over her face. “Whatever could you mean?” she stammered out.

“I saw you looking at that dessert.” He stepped closer. “Mama always sticks her fingers in the frosting and ruins grandma’s hard work.” He shook a finger at her before turning to 76. “Jack,” he stated loud and clear, “it is your duty as a soldier to ensure she doesn’t touch that pie. Got it?”

76 nodded firmly. “Understood, Commander.” He saluted the boy who ran off down the hall to use the potty.

“Jack?” Mercy’s brows furrowed.

“He didn’t like calling me 76.”

“But…why Jack?”

“Said he wanted us to have the same name.” 76 shrugged. “Who was I to argue. Didn’t want to upset him so I said yes.”

The look of hope in her eyes fell. Sighing, her shoulders curled forward; she turned away to drain the sink. “Oh.”

With her back to him, 76 moved behind her, engulfing her completely with his form. As he wrapped around her, she rolled right into his embrace.

“We should finish where we left off,” his tongue ran along her ear.

A light moan followed as she pressed further against his firm body. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time. She had been missing this kind of contact. It just sucked that this was the house of her dead ex-boyfriend. The man who fathered her only child.

“We,” she fought to say the words, “we shouldn’t. Not here.” She couldn’t mar Jack’s legacy by screwing some other man in his home.

“I doubt he would mind,” 76 whispered.


Mercy’s body jerked forward. Arms up, she pried her way out from 76’s embrace. She wore a scowl on her face. He was just as bad as every one else. Only thinking about himself and not the complications that Mercy would have to endure. This was her ex-lover’s house. It would have been her ex-lover’s bed.

Only 76 wasn’t thinking like that. He was thinking, his house, his bed. He had momentarily forgotten that he wasn’t Jack Morrison. That he was the mysterious Soldier 76.

Realizing his mistake, 76 reached a hand forward. “I-I… that’s not what I meant.” Could he save this?


A hand landed across his cheek. If he was wearing his mask, he wouldn’t have felt a damn thing. But the sting from her hand touching his raw flesh, well, he felt every inch of it.

Grunting, he rubbed the tender spot before catching the blonde running toward the screen door and then out on to the deck. “Mercy,” he took a step forward. “Angela, wait. I, I can explain!” He rushed forward. Running out the open door, he paused on the deck.

Where did she run off to? It couldn’t have been far.

A familiar whinny caught his attention. Eyes jerking to the horse pasture, he saw Mercy race off on her brown and white mare.

Moving toward the steps, he finally stopped. There was no way he could catch her on that thing. And his horse had passed away about a year ago so it wasn’t like he could hop on his old partner and ride after her. That and it would be blatantly obvious that he was Jack Morrison. The Jack Morrison.

Instead, he cursed under his breath and wandered back inside.

“She does that sometimes,” the voice behind him caused his hair to stand on ends. “She’ll be back though. She likes to ride the trails. Says it helps her.” He shrugged. “So,” he rung his hands together, “want to go fix that wagon in the barn with me?”

I apologize for the delay.  I was off on Thursday and had to play catchup on Friday.  Anyway, my Thursday adventures helped shape this chapter.  We went to see the frog exhibit at the museum.  And this guy, well, he needed to make an appearance.  

Such fat.  Much chubbs. Wow.

Here’s your link to Chapter 4 -  Unmasked:

“I don’t consider myself ‘trans.’ I’m not transitioning into anything. I am a woman. Just because someone has a penis doesn’t make them a man. It doesn’t make them a father or a brother—it doesn’t make them anything but a person who happens to have that genitalia. We claim to be such a sophisticated and intelligent society, and yet we define people by something as archaic as what’s in their pants.”

Cambridge, MA


Hope you like it


Y/N’s P.O.V.

I sat in his dressing room, waiting till the show is over. “Ugh” I sighed heavily. I couldn’t wait for him to finish so we can go to the hotel.
I was on my phone, checking IG and Twitter, when I heard the doors open.
It was Swazz.
“Y/N, wanna come and watch the last songs with me? I got lonely” he said laughing.
“John, the fuck?” I laughed at him.
“Cmon” he said and pulled me by my hands.
“Okay, okay” I rolled my eyes and put my phone down.
“Oh like you don’t want to see Derek half naked.” Swazz joked, making me cough.
“Cmon let’s go, there are like 2 songs left now!” He said pulling me out the door.

We stood by the side of the stage, watched Nate and Derek jumping and running across the stage. I couldn’t stop looking at him, Derek was all sweaty and wet from the water.
He was so confident on there, which I loved, that was so hot.
“Heellloo” I heard John calling and snapping his fingers.
“What?!” I almost shouted at him. “Oh my god, sorry” I apologized rubbing my forehead.
“You got a drool there.” Pointing to my lips, laughing.
“Stop” I laughed and lightly hit his arm. “Okay guys! Thank you so much for your support and love! We’ll come back soon! We love you fam!“ Nate said, all boys bowing at the end.
Then the lights became darker and the boys came off the stage. 

Derek’s P.O.V

Another amazing show, everything went smoothly this time.
We bowed and the audience went wild for the last time.
When we walked off the stage I saw her, I smiled immediately.
“Hi Luh” she said smiling, stretching her arms out to hug me.
“How was it?” I asked, hugging her tightly.
“Well I saw like 2 songs, but you were great, I’m so happy for y'all!” She said, walking in front of me. I couldn’t not look at her, she was truly perfect.

We walked in the dressing room to get the bag and jackets, then got to the bus and drove to the hotel.
We found our room and got in.

“You should get in the shower, while I make something to eat.” She told me, walking in the kitchen. I went to the bathroom, jumped in shower and after i threw on some sweats.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I was cooking some chicken and fries, thinking about everything, I felt like I’m in Heaven, and I was with Derek which made everything even more perfect. “Wow, I thought you’re gonna order something” I heard him say, walking in the kitchen. “Well, I wanted to make something, I thought you want something” I said, turning off the stove. “Thank you ma’.” Derek said, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my cheek. “But there’s something I want even more right now. ” He continued, breathing on my neck, bringing shivers down my body. I turned around and just looked at him, He was shirtless, which allowed me to eye his chest and tattoos. I bit my lip and looked him in the eyes. “Fuck it” I quickly said and attacked his lips as passionate as I could. I wanted him so badly, I wanted this for a long time. At first, his hands wer on both sides of my face, but then they travelled down to my butt, sqeezing it, making me moan. He leaned down, put his hands on both thighs, giving me a signal to jump. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He started walking and when we reached the bedroom, he put me on the bed, not breaking the kiss. Derek took my shirt off in one fast movement. I placed my hands on the back of his neck and pulled him with me moving upwards the bed. “I missed this” He said, smiling. He returned to my lips, then kissed my neck, biting it here and there. He placed open mouth kisses down the alley between my breasts, going even lower, till he stopped at the hem of my jeans and looked at me. He slowly unbuttoned them and pulled them off my legs, leaving me in my underwear. “Shit Y/N” He whispered loudly, checking me out. “Stop” I giggled. He leaned down and spread my legs. Slowly kissed both of my thighs, causing goosebumps to form on my body. Then Derek looked at me and pulled my panties off in one swift movement. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, held my hips down and placed his mouth on my heat.
Derek was sucking and moaning, sending vibrations through my body. My hands found a place in his hair, pushing his head down. “Please” I begged, trying to catch my breath.
He slid two of his fingers in me, causing me to arch my back and bite my lip.
He started pumping in and out, curling them. “Derek please” I said out loud.
He got up and positioned himself over me. “What you want?” He whispered in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe afterwards. “You, I want you” I answered, tracing his sides.
Without any warning, Derek fully thrusted in me, giving me no time to adjust. I screamed out his name, making him go even harder.
The feeling of him filling me drove me wild, I dig my nails in his back, definitely leaving scratches.
He was a mess, grunting and moaning mess. I took his face in my hands and kissed him, when we flipped us over. “Ride me ma’ ” He panted. I started to move my hips back and forth, hitching each time. I went slowly at first, watching Derek lose himself. I made my movements faster and put my hands on his chest for more support. Moans, grunts and ‘oh my god’s’ was all I could hear from him. He put his hands on my hips and started to bounce them up and down. “Cmon babe” Derek gasped. I started to feel the tension, and moved as fast and low as I could. “Shit” I almost screamed. I threw my head back, feeling the wave of pleasure taking over me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I felt Derek loading me up.
We both tried to catch our breaths, while I rode out our highs.
After a while I collapsed next to him, he put an arm around me. “I love you so much baby” Derek said, kissing my temple. I smiled to myself. “I love you ” I said, tracing his chest with my finger.

Okay, I haven’t written these in ages, so sorry if it’s bad !