February 19 2013, 01:00 AM
ten days of perfect tunes the colors red and blue we had a promise made we were in love
February 04 2013, 03:11 AM
February 02 2013, 07:01 PM
February 02 2013, 05:46 AM
Samcedes + Sam looking at Mercedes
February 01 2013, 01:35 AM
Pieces of Sixteen
So, y’all know that teeny, tiny Samcedes moment I saw a gifset of in the tag and totally refused to get feels off of? It bitchslapped me across the face because I started thinking and THIS is what happened.
This is dedicated to Mira (theblissfulchaos) as her belated birthday gift. I love you, booski boo.
So I gave you angst. <3
January 31 2013, 01:37 AM
lovesamcedes asked youngbertreynolds:
can you write a fic/one-shot where mercedes is fashion consultant, and she discovers sam like a stripper in a club, and called he to be the model lines of her clothes, but they fall in love and refuse trying have feelings for each other, for maintain professionalism.
So a million years later, I’m posting a prompt. Which I was pushed to finish because I wanted to give Mira something (late) for her birthday! This was pretty fun to write, so I hope you like it. And sorry for any mistakes I missed!
January 24 2013, 12:43 PM
January 10 2013, 09:56 PM
I wrote this in the car on the way home this afternoon. This isn’t really anything lol. My head swore these two pictures were connected, so then I made it so. I guess I’ll just say it’s just a bit of random Little Wonders history. It doesn’t really go anywhere, but it was on my mind.
Mercedes stared at her phone, suddenly nervous, as a Skype call came in from Sam. Nervous was something she hadn’t felt around him in a long while—years of living together and sharing everything tended to do that—but she couldn’t shake her anxiousness now.
She was at the tail end of a two-month tour, traipsing all over breathtaking destinations around the world. As much fun as she was having, however, living out her dreams, she missed him.
She should have been ecstatic. She wanted nothing more than to pick up and speak to him, but the drastic change she’d affected on her hair just that morning gave her a moment’s pause. She knew his love was unconditional, unaffected by anything as frivolous as a passing hairstyle, but she feared his reaction just the same.
The last couple of years had been big for her. She’d released her first album. She’d gone on her first big tour. She’d literally been living inside of her dreams, and as if that hadn’t been amazing enough, she’d found out she’d been nominated for her first Grammy just a few weeks earlier.
It seemed as if everything she’d dreamed up for herself was finally falling into place—after all the struggle and toil to make it so. She hadn’t even begun to process what it all meant for her.
Sam, on the other hand, at taken it all in his stride. He’d always known, always believed, and all of her successes were merely an inevitability as far as he was concerned. Instead of shock, he beamed, exclaiming, “Didn’t I tell you?” Mercedes had to admit he did.
Sam hadn’t even waited for the awards to arrive—insisting he knew she’d win. He’d proposed right there in bed two seconds after the announcement, pulling the ring from his nightstand and simply slipping it on her finger before he kissed her.
December 11 2012, 10:37 PM
December 09 2012, 11:53 PM
What We Do Is Secret
Prompt: A requested one-shot, based on one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite dudes, Henry Rollins. A little bit of Punk!Samcedes because they’re my obsession.
“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.” —Henry Rollins