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Prompt: Sam is a badass who’s been arrested a number of times and Mercedes is a famous singer, they fall in love and the tabloids go crazy over how a rebel like him is with “America’s sweetheart”. By the way, I love your stories.
Mercedes gripped the bat in hand and crept down the stairs of her house, slowing her breaths and trying to remember what she learned in her self-defense classes. When she neared her kitchen, she saw that the light was on. Closing her eyes and counting to ten to calm herself, she gripped the bat tighter and moved into the room.
“You gave all of your staff a Christmas vacation? That ain’t safe. Anyone could get in here,” Sam said, shutting the refrigerator and biting into an apple. He looked at her, standing there in her pajamas with a messy ponytail and a wild expression with a bat held above her head before bursting into laughter.
She released the breath she was holding and lowered the weapon, glaring daggers at the blond.
“How the hell did you get in here? Everything is locked. The gate, the doors, and I’ve got sensors…” she trailed off when he folded his arms and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Please.”
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If you’re still taking prompts: Sam & Mercedes were teenagers when they mutually agreed to give up their baby for adoption. 12 years later that baby comes looking for them, who aren’t together but doing well in their own lives. Despite that, for both of them, they feel something is missing in their lives (each other & their child). The child (who actually ended up in foster care after his/her adoptive parents died in an accident), finds them, brings them together & they all become a family.
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Made the baby 18 so it’d be more plausible. Oh, and I changed the circumstances a little. Small changes! Hope you like it!
“I’m coming, I’m coming! Shit…” Sam had been trying to find the tee he’d been wearing earlier for several moments while whoever it was at his door continued to knock. He ended up giving up before walking into the front hall of his apartment only in sweatpants to get the door.
“I’m not buyin’—” He cut himself off when he saw a teenage girl of average height, sandy brown hair swept back in a ponytail and a skin color that reminded him of caramel. She smiled at him with full lips and adjusted her backpack before speaking.
“Please tell me you’re Sam Evans.” Realization washed over him and he sighed.
“Look, kid. I’m really flattered you read the novel, but I’m not in the business of sleeping with underage—”
“Oh my God! NO,” she said, cutting him off and waving her hands, her hazel eyes bulging. “NO. Gross.”
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Future Plans Ch. 17
Hope you enjoy the update! Sorry for any mistakes I missed and don’t be afraid to give feedback. It helps a lot!
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“Sam?”
He paced back and forth in their bedroom before taking his shirt off to change, something he did every day after work.
“Sam? Sam, say something.”
He pulled on a ratty t-shirt and shut the drawer, taking a deep breath and finally looking at Mercedes, who stood by the closed door wringing her hands.
“What do you want me say, Mercedes?”
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Future Plans Ch. 16
Here’s the new chapter! It’s not very long, but it’s important, so I hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes I missed.
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“You’re seriously the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, Quinn.”
The two girls had decided to go back to their sleepover days (if they’d been friends) and spend the evening watching chick flicks, talking about boys and doing make-overs. They were seated at the counter in Mercedes’ bathroom and Quinn’s make-up was all done. She was now working on Mercedes.
“You know…people say that all the time. But I’ve never actually believed it until just now when you said it.”
“That’s because it’s true.”
“What if I said the same thing to you?” the blonde said, setting the blush brush down.
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That Stupid Ache | Ch. 5
Hey everybody. Sorry for any mistakes. I’m not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I can assure you it gets better, haha.
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Mercedes woke up in a comfortable position in a terribly uncomfortable situation. Sam’s long arms were wrapped around her just as they were the morning before and this time, when she noticed, she wrapped her own around his torso. He shifted slightly and put his face in her hair, taking in the lingering smell of her shampoo.
“Cedes.”
She kept her face in the crook of his neck and mumbled something along the lines of ‘Let me sleep, Lemon Juice.’
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Future Plans Ch. 15
Enjoy! Excuse any mistakes I missed and always give me feedback (it speeds up the inspiration process)!
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“What? Mercedes, are you sick?” They had returned to their apartment and Sam had spent days trying to figure out how he was going to tell her that Quinn wanted to live with them for a while. When he finally did, Puck didn’t mind, but she just shrugged and approved it. He’d been agonizing over this and she simply said yes like it was no big deal.
“I’m not sick,” she replied, rolling her eyes.
“You want Quinn to live here? With us?”
“Yes!”
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That Stupid Ache | Ch. 4
I’ve got a more solid idea of where this is headed now, so yay for fast updates, haha. Sorry for blatant mistakes.
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It had been a long time since Mercedes woke up in someone else’s arms. Even in LA after a go with Sam, the pillow barrier would find its way back between them or one of them would wake up first and shower after a night of simply sleeping next to each other.
This morning was different. Sunlight hit her eyelids and when she opened them she realized she’d been sleeping on his chest. It heaved slowly and rhythmically with his heartbeat and she sighed, reveling in the feeling of being so close to someone in a non-sexual way. She told herself it wasn’t Sam, just nostalgia. She was good at being alone but if she said she didn’t miss belonging to someone and vice versa, she’d be lying.
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That Stupid Ache | Ch. 3
And the writer’s block ends. Enjoy the update and sorry for any mistakes I missed!
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Mercedes sunk lower into her seat on the plane and covered her mouth to stifle the giggles threatening to break out. Matt had already started texting her earlier that day and they hadn’t stopped talking since. She only parted from her phone to go through security and rarely looked up from it after that, even to get on the plane.
“Cedes,” Sam whispered harshly for the third time, poking her side. She rolled her eyes and looked at him.
“Yes, Lemon Juice?”
“I’m Lemon Juice again?”
“You will always be Lemon Juice.” Her phone vibrated again and she looked at it, smiling and responding to Matt’s text about the last concert he went to. Sam huffed and looked out the window for a few moments before turning to her again.
“Who are you even texting?” he asked.
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Stuck on Repeat | A Samcedes One-Shot
Cari and I wrote a love-child. Enjoy!
Edit: LOL, I was told this needed a disclaimer. May induce intense OTP feels and tears?
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“So I can’t wear my Captain t-shirt?” Sam asked. Mercedes rolled her eyes as she went through her jewelry to find something that would go with the dress she intended to wear to Mike and Tina’s engagement party. The event was the next night and as she expected, Sam called an hour before she usually went to bed to whine about having nothing to wear. The phone was laying in front of her on her vanity while he talked on speaker.
“No, Sam. Just because it’s blue doesn’t mean it goes with Tina’s vision,” she replied, trying on a new pair of earrings.
“Tina loves Captain America!” he argued.
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