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madam-reese · 2 years

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A Samcedes reunion would be nice. We did not get one on the show. This is for the prompts.

Here you go! Hope you enjoy it!

“You’re sure she’s not going to be there?” Sam asked again with slight fear in his eyes, concerned laced in his voice.

“Dude, for the hundredth time, she called Tee and told her she was so sorry but she wasn’t going to be able to make it. She’s booked solid for months and has a new album she has to promote.” Artie assured his best man. “She’s not coming. It sucks, but she’s out there being the star we all knew she’d be.”

Sam sighed as he only felt about 80% convinced that she who he dared not speak name would not show up to Artie’s and Tina’s wedding. The ceremony was going to be small anyway. It was made a secret after the parents tried to make a huge spectacle and the guest list grew to hundreds. Tina decided it was her wedding and she wasn’t having any of that mess. So here they were, all in Maui getting ready to pull off the ultimate elope mission of the decade as Puck called it. Sam, Unique, and Blaine had been busy making sure things went off without any issues and Santana threatened everyone with promises of blunt force trauma if they let this secret slip.

Tonight was the bachelor and bachelorette parties and Sam was still feeling uneasy. His gut was almost never wrong. It had been 5 years, 7 months, and 23 days since he’s seen her. He had the same uneasy feeling then as he showed up to one of her shows his heart swelled with pride to see her living her dream. The sold out crowd mesmerized by her just like he had been for many many years and maybe for the rest of his life. He still remembers the moment when she locked eyes with him from the stage in the crowd. A huge smile upon her face as she spotted him, a smile he knew she reserved just for him.

“Earth to Evans!” Puck said slapping Sam on the back and out of his daydream. “Are you in on this shot or not?” He asked once more.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam replied uncertain of what exactly Puckerman was asking.

“Hey, not tonight. None of that Misery Love Mercy mess.” Mike chimed in seeing the knowing look on the blonde’s face.

“Preach!” Artie agreed.

“I third that.” Blaine commented from the seat next to Sam.

“Misery loves what?” Sam asked confused.

“You think we don’t know exactly what you’re doing over there? You’re over there fantasizing about Mercedes. And before you even give me that look like I just cussed your mama, her name is Mercedes. You shouldn’t be that hard up over a woman to where you can’t even say her name.” Puck answered.

“But in all fairness if I was going to be hard up over a woman, Mercedes is a good choice.” Mike added. “I mean I’ve touched that ass once or twice, and it’s glorious.” He smiled causing Sam to growl.

“Mike…” his tone was warning.

“What? It’s not like I said I was going to try to pick her up or take her out on a date. All I said was she had a glorious ass. It’s not just about her ass either, she’s a really good catch. I mean she’s beautiful, smart, funny as hell, not to mention her voice is like that of angels.”

“When I say I’m not trying to add to your misery, just know that I’m telling the truth. But everything he just said I agree.” Blaine said with a shrug. “If I just happen to like women, I could see myself falling for a girl like her.” Unlike the rest of the guys Blaine took pity on his friend and refrained from saying her name.

“So it’s OK for you guys to sit here and fawn over my ex-girlfriend, but when I do it I’m miserable? Gee, thanks.” Sam scoffed and downed the shot placed in front of him. “Another,” he instructed the bartender.

“That’s not what we’re saying, we do it once every blue moon but every since you went to see her a while back you’ve been heavy on the brooding.”

“With reason,” Sam said under his breath grabbing Blaine’s untouched shot and knocked it back. Just then the bartender returned with Sam’s shot and he drowned that one down just as fast.

“Sam,” Blaine spoke his name with concern. “Slow down.”

“Fuck that, Bowtie,” Puck exclaimed. “If anything we need to catch up to Sammy boy here. Enough talking about ex-girlfriends, especially blondes who lead you on. Make you think you’re going to have a happy life, but then turn around and leave you when you decide you want to quit the military and start a family with her. We’re not gonna talk about singing ex-girlfriends who are out here being superstars and too busy to have time for us, no matter how glorious their asses are. Tonight we’re going to knock down some shots, celebrate our boy Artie, flirt with a couple of hot honeys and maybe even find someone to tangle up in the sheets with.” Puck raised a shot in the air.

“To hell with exes, to upcoming great sex, and to Artie who is marrying a hell of girl. Cheers fellas.”

“Cheers!!” They all said in unison.

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Four hours later Sam was smashed. He was humming the chorus to Mercedes’ latest song which had been in his head since the bar played it two hours ago. Even in his inebriated state he still couldn’t drown thoughts of her out of his head. He was making his way back to his room having left Puck with the ‘honeys’ he procured for them both not really feeling it. He could never do the one night stand thing, it wasn’t his style. Not when the last time he’d…nope. He shook his head as he held onto the railing of the elevator, instantly regretting that motion.

Get your shit together man.

The elevator rang out but he noticed it wasn’t yet on his floor.

“Great, now I have to share this ride with someone.” He muttered trying to move steadily to the side to make room for whoever was joining him. His back was to the doors as they opened. He was leaning over the back railing, eyes closed to keep from getting dizzy.

“Oh,” he heard a voice from behind him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting anyone to be on here.” The voice came again and the hairs on the back of his neck stood tall. He knew that voice. Never would forget it or mistake it for anyone else.

“No, no, no.” He spoke quietly at first and then louder. He forced himself to turn around and came face-to-face with her.

“Sam?” Mercedes shrieked happily as she dropped her suitcase and invaded his space.

Without a moment to even process what was going on she was in his arms. Her body still soft, warm, meshed perfectly into his. As if on instinct Sam wrapped his arms tightly around her, face nuzzling her lush curls. He closed his eyes inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He heard her whisper in his chest.

“Mercedes? What are you doing here?”

“I keep trying to tell myself, and everyone around me I’m here to see two of my oldest friends get married. The truth is Sammy, I came here for you.”

He couldn’t stop himself if he wanted too. He cupped her cheeks with his hands and captured her mouth with his own. The kiss was desperate, hot, sloppy, and demanding. He claimed her lips like a starving man who hadn’t had a decent meal in years. Mercedes clutched his shirt tightly giving him everything he gave in returned. She could taste the alcohol on his lips and tongue as it surged in her mouth.

“Wait,” she gasped breaking the kiss with remorse. “Don’t you think we should talk about things first?” She suggested. “Plus, I think you might be drunk boo.” She smiled taking in the state of the boy in front of her.

“Kiss now, talk later.” Sam uttered out drunkenly. He stalked toward her but wobbled and she reached out to help him upright.

“Let’s get you some coffee and an aspirin. Then we can talk.” She laughed.

Sam woke with the sun beaming down like a fire breathing dragon on his face. “Oh God why does the sun exist?” He groaned placing the pillow over his face. He knew he was hungover. To make matters worse he had the most vivid dream about Mercedes last night. She was here, in Maui, in his elevator, and he kissed her.

He let out a loud huff of frustration into the pillow.

“Hey drunkie,” he heard someone say and he sat up with a quickness. Too quick and he paid for it with a slight case of whiplash.

“Mercedes?” He questioned.

“Morning Sammy.” She smiled sitting down on the bed in front of him. She held her hand out before him two pills inside. “Take these.” He reached for the pills taking them both. “Drink.” She handed him a glass of orange juice which he drank as well. “Now, listen.”

She sighed heavily before she began to speak. “It was foolish of me to think that the decision I made five years ago when you came to see me was the right one. It wasn’t that I was selfish, but more so I knew that I wasn’t ready. And it’s not that I wasn’t ready to be with you, but I wasn’t ready to be with anyone. Everything was happening all too fast. My career was finally at a place where I could see myself actually fulfilling all of my dreams, I was no longer just the back up singer, or struggling with putting out a decent album, writing hit songs for everyone else but myself. I, Mercedes Jones, was actually going to be a headliner. And when I started on tour it was only half a feeling because the best part about my music was missing. It was you.”

Sam watched as she spoke he could see she was nervous but also he could tell the sincerity in her words. “But you said no. You said you were,” he said but she cut him off.

“I lied. I know what I said back then and it was stupid and a lie. I said no because I felt undeserving. I said no because I didn’t feel in that moment that I was good enough for you.”

“Bullshit.” He spat. “I call bullshit. You never were undeserving of me. I always told you that.”

“I know what you would say, I know what you would try to put in my head every time those words that would come. But it wasn’t a looks thing, it was a your heart has always been in the same exact place, you never wavered when it came to how you felt about me, about us, about what we could be, about what we have. I mean I always second-guessed. Some of that did had to do with my insecurities, but some of it was just fear of making myself vulnerable enough to be with someone in that way. It’s part of the reason why we never really had sex.“

“But we did that night.” He interjected.

“Yes, we did. I stand by what I said it was the best night of my life.”

“Then why did you say no? Why didn’t you say yes?”

She’s stood feeling a little bit uneasy trying to shake off the horrible look that he had on his face when she crushed his heart until million pieces the nervousness of the whole moment coming back to her like a huge weight on her shoulders. “You have to look at it from my point of you Sam. How would you feel if you just had sex for the very first time, and the person who you did it with tells you we should get married tonight?”

“I meant every word. I didn’t say it as some spur of the moment ordeal.”

“Please, you can’t tell me you came there with the notion of I’m going to ask Mercedes to marry me.” She huffed.

“Wanna bet?” He stood going over to his bag and pulling out a black box from the side pocket.

“What the hell is that?”

“Proof, it’s proof that I was serious when I came to you that night.” He handed the box to her and she stared at it incredulously. “I had that with me that night, before we even slept together. The plan was first to have a nice dinner, and then after dinner I was going to take you for a walk and then at the park I was going to propose to you. It was my plan all along but things didn’t quite go that way.”

Mercedes opened the box with a gasp. The ring was beautiful. It was perfect. She recognized it instantly. “This is your grandmother’s ring. You were gonna give me your grandmother’s ring?”

“Yes. I got it from my dad before I left to surprise you.”

“Now I feel even more unworthy of your love.” She shook her head. “I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry Sam. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did out of fear. I shouldn’t have lied and said that I was seeing someone after we had just made love for the first time. There was no guy. I just didn’t know what to do.” She stayed looking down as if she was ashamed of herself.

“Hey,” he kneeled in front of her using his thumb to lift her chin. “Don’t do that.” Her brown eyes met his and his heart swelled. She was surely his weakness. He rubbed his thumb across her cheek softly. “As mad as I want to be about you lying,” he began, “I can’t be bothered to even do so.”

“Sam, you should be. I deserve that. I des-“ she was cut off by a finger pressed to her lips.

“We’ve already wasted so much time. What good will it do for me to be angry? I’ve always known what I wanted in life. Ever since that night when you placed your hand in mine at Prom. It just won’t go away. I don’t want it to.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Please tell me you feel the same way.”

Mercedes could feel the tears begin to fall down her cheeks. He was right. They wasted so much time already and she felt like it was all because of her. “Yes, I feel the same. You’ve always had my heart Sam, even when we weren’t together. All these years it’s been you. Only you.” She lifted her head pressing her lips to his in a sweet kiss. Sam took control of it deepening it. Before Mercedes could get too lost in his kiss she pulled away.

“How long till the wedding?” She asked.

“What?” Sam replied confused.

“How long till the wedding?” She asked again standing excitement filling her eyes.

Sam looked at the bedside clock. “In about eight hours. Why?”

“Do you love me?”

This time Sam was the one to stand. “Yes, you know I do.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah…Mercedes what’s with the questions?”

“Good, I have a crazy idea.”

Nine hours later…….

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house as Blaine gave his speech. Sam was so glad he went first because there wouldn’t have been any way he could have followed this speech. He chanced a glance over at Mercedes sitting at her table and locked eyes with her.

“I love you.” He mouthed.

“I love you too.” He could see her mouthed her reply.

Everyone had a good laugh as Artie and Tina had their first dance. It started out slow and sweet then turned into a whole spectacle that ended up with Artie shirtless. Now as the reception began to die down Sam found himself on the dance floor slow dancing with Mercedes.

“The wedding really was beautiful.” She said staring up at him with the cutest smile.

“Yes, it was.” Sam twirled Mercedes around and pulled her flush back in his arms.

“I know everyone was moved by Blaine’s speech but I loved yours too.”

“Thank you. I meant every word of it. This day is the happiest day of my life. For more than one reason.”

“Do you think they know?” She asked curiously.

“Nah, I don’t think they do. Believe me I’ve wanted to shout it out a few times but I’ve been a good boy as promised.”

“I have too, but the last thing I want to do is steal Tee’s thunder.”

“So we wait.”

“Yes, we wait.”

“For how long?” Sam pondered.

“I’d say after their honeymoon.”

“Okay, I can do that.” He agreed.

“Sounds like a plan to me Mr. Evans.”

“A plan indeed. Mrs. Evans.” Sam winked, and twirled his new wife once again.

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rkrispyt · 2 years

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I've been thinking a lot lately about maybe writing again.

It was something I did a ton when I was younger. And I remember being constantly told by my 6th grade English teacher over and over after turning in writing assignments"I'm gonna see your name on a book someday".

And I always thought "ugh, no, I don't want to do that, I want to be an actress!"

It wasn't until many years later that I let myself enjoy it again. I was writing all the time, fanfiction tumblr RP type stuff, just for the enjoyment of it, and to explore characterization (which is my favorite thing as an actress to expand on when building a character), and as a release from the disappointment canon was providing in what had been my comfort show at the time.

During the lockdown there was a time I thought about writing again. I looked back then at some of what I'd written and felt like "...this is good. I enjoy this. I wrote this? Seriously?" and started to wonder if I'd missed my true calling or something.

I'm not feeling all that right now lol. Being a writer as a career is much more than simply thinking you have a talent and enjoying it, for sure. But I'm wondering if it might be a nice escape, therapeutic in a way, to write out some scenarios where things turn out ok, and I have some kind of control over something that I'm emotionally invested in, y'know?

Went through some of my old stuff to share with a friend who I will no doubt pester for feedback if I do take this up again, and once again felt a sense of pride about some of what I'd written and wondered why I don't do it anymore. Not for the glory of it or anything but just for the outlet it provided, and how much I enjoyed it.

So yeah. We'll see. I don't know when I think I'd find the time, but...I dunno. Putting that out into the universe. Just some random Saturday ramblings.

PS. For any Glee Samcedes fans, that's what most of my stuff was. If you're interested, I pulled a couple of things I felt most proud of. Hope you enjoy if you feel so inclined to check out some random short writings.

Don't Ever Settle Not Far From The Tree Deja Vu Dear Diary Shame On Me Out of Sight, Out of Mind Tying Up Loose Ends An Unexpected Surprise Surpri~se? A Weekend of Heartache: Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV

#samcedes #samcedes fanfiction #samcedes roleplay #samcedes rp #portwell fanfiction

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newjaxxcity · 2 years

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Aye uh you still write Samcedes?

Why? You got any prompts?

#samcedes fanfiction #havent dabbled in a minute #but any given time jackie could POP out!

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chazza678 · 1 year

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Hello, does anyone know any good glee zombie apocalypse au fanfics? I'm running out and they're so entertaining 😭

#santana lopez #glee fanfiction #glee club #glee #the walking dead #zombies #fanfiction #klaine #brittana #faberry #samcedes

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romyr4 · 1 year

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It had to be you

Part 5

Catch up: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Taglist is open

Pairing: Sam Evans/Mercedes Jones

Rating: 18+

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT

A/n: Enjoy my loves.

Sam smiles while Mercedes takes another shot. They have been drinking all evening and Mercedes can't hold her liquor at all and Sam is enjoying every minute of it. They are playing 20 questions.

"So when did you know the girl was after you because of your money?" She slurs her words a little.

Sam tilts his head to the side, he just told her he is not lucky in love or relationships so he just gave up at one point. The girls want to be with him either for his money or his status.

"Too late if you ask me. She had the most expensive jewelry and clothes on and it still wasn't enough for her. She was insufferable as well, but it made my parents happy that I was off the market." He rolls his eyes at the memory.

"So you kept dating her?" She stumbles off the couch and crawls to sit in front of him.

"No, it's my turn to ask a question. Have you ever been in love?" He looks at her expression getting sad all of a sudden and he regrets his question immediately.

"Well… no." She whispers while she looks at her hands in her lap. She has never really been in love. Her life exists out of school and work and nothing else. She has a few friends, but never really close people she can confide in.

"Never?" His jaw drops at her revelation. How can a woman like her not have every guy after her that she looks at?

"No, never." At that, she takes another shot and when she looks at Sam she smiles shyly. She isn't a drinker and when she sees his face, a little blurry at that, she sees pity and she is not having it.

With wobbly legs, she gets up. Her balance is really off and Sam catches her just in time before she loses her footing.

"Careful there." He says as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls her body flush against him. He swallows audibly and she smiles as she buries her face in his chest.

She feels her head spin and she feels bolder. Damn alcohol.

She pulls away from his chest to look into his eyes. "You are so gorgeous." She says as he looks down at her, confused at the sudden compliment.

"Uhm… thanks? Let's get you to bed." He knows she has been drinking too much, so the compliment isn't something to think twice about. He does think about it anyway. Does she really think that?

"Only if you take me?" She wiggles her eyebrows at him and he chuckles. Yep, definitely drunk!

She goes onto her tiptoes and brushes her lips over his cheek. She meant to kiss him on the lips, but she is seeing three Sam's at the moment. He smiles when she pulls away and he puts an arm around her waist to guide her to her bedroom.

When they arrive at her bedroom she pulls him in with her. Without saying a word she walks back until she feels the bed against her legs. She lets herself fall and drags Sam along.

He puts his hands on either side of her head to look at her. Her eyes are hooded and her pupils are dilated. He feels her legs move from underneath him as she snakes them around his hips. When her hips jerk up against his member he groans involuntarily.

"Okay, you need to sleep." He whispers as he pulls himself back up, but her legs keep entwined around his waist as he is now standing with his legs against the bed. She looks up at him and puts her arms in front of her like a toddler wanting to get picked up.

He laughs at the sight and hears her huff. "You're no fun." She slurs as she tightens her legs around him and he almost stumbles forward.

"You're drunk and you need to sleep. Besides you don't mean anything you're saying right now."

"Why don't you come here and find out?" She smirks at him while she puts her elbows on the bed to have a better look at the handsome guy in between her legs. His shocked face makes her even bolder and she sits up fully.

Her head is very close to his manhood and she takes a leap of faith. She traces his belt with her fingertips while looking up at him through her eyelashes.

He hisses and grabs her wrists when she is almost at her destination. "No Cedes, don't. Let's get you into bed and if you feel the same way when you're sober, I will do anything you want." He whispers in her hair as he pushes her back on the bed.

He hovers over her again and she pulls at his waist with her legs again as she whispers a moan into his ear. At that Sam feels his member slowly harden. She bucks her hips up against him and feels his hard shaft and her eyes widen.

She sobers up immediately and looks flushed and embarrassed. She disentangles her legs from his waist and puts her hands next to her own body.

He blinks a few times and then sits up. He pulls the covers open to put her in bed. As he puts her in she caresses his face as he closes the covers on her.

She feels herself falling asleep as Sam looks at her when she closes her eyes. Her hand slowly going heavy and falling to the bed. He smiles and kisses her on the head. "Goodnight Cedes." He whispers.

He walks out of the room and closes the door. "Not now man." He says to his hard member, throbbing in his pants as he exhales.

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When he is eating breakfast he hears her upstairs as she gets ready for school. What happened two nights ago is still a mystery to Sam. He couldn't sleep at all, thinking about what she said to him and her beautiful thick thighs around his waist and her hot core against his hard shaft.

He clears his throat and takes another sip of his coffee as he feels his excitement coming alive again. Never in his life has a woman made him feel quite like he feels now.

He hadn't seen her yesterday at all and he already missed her. Now she walks into the kitchen with a smile. "Good morning." She chimes at him as she gets her breakfast ready.

He looks at her with a confused face as she moves about the kitchen. They haven't talked about that night and Sam is a little frustrated about it. He just wants to know if she even remembers anything.

"Good morning. Did you sleep okay?" With her coffee cup in her hand, she turns around to face him. She smiles at him and leans with her elbows on the other side of the counter, looking up at him while sipping her coffee.

"I slept great, how about you?" The oven pings and she gets the slices of bread out of it and puts it on a plate. She grabs the butter and jam and puts it down on the counter, between her and Sam.

"Could've been better." He murmurs as he puts a slice of bread in his mouth. He looks annoyed at Mercedes who is humming a tune.

When she looks up she frowns at his expression. "Did something happen?" It gets eerily quiet in the kitchen and Mercedes shifts to standing to full height while she examines Sam's face.

After a long minute, he exhales. "Yes, you happened." He says looking her straight in the eyes. The audible gasp she gives him makes his heart ache.

She lowers her gaze as she tries to figure out what she did to make him so upset. When she looks up again she finds her voice to speak. "I am sorry." She whispers as her eyes become misty.

Sam's stomach churns at the sight of her feeling sad and he walks past the counter and pulls her into a hug. She puts her arms around his waist and he rests his head on her hair.

"Do you know what happened two nights ago?" He doesn't want to look at her while they have this conversation.

Mercedes shifts in his embrace, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Yes, I got drunk. It wasn't my intention." She feels her cheeks getting warm.

"Do you remember what you did? Like at all." At that, she pushes gently at his chest so she can look at him properly. She has no idea where this is going.

Her hands rest over his chest, feeling his heartbeat rising as she watches his face carefully. "Not really. Did I do something stupid? I just remember us being in the living room and my vision being quite blurry. And you put me to bed, that's all I remember."

He swallows as he tries to put it into words. He doesn't want her to run. "Well, you kinda came onto me… literally." He feels his body react to the memories and her body being flush against him isn't helping. I need to get some space between us.

He tries to take a step back, but he bumps into the counter. Her eyes follow him as he struggles to find space between them. Her eyes are wide as the memories start to return. She hadn't thought about that night, being too busy with school and assignments.

The memories are still hazy and she doesn't understand them all. She slaps her hand across her mouth in shock as she remembers what she said… and did.

"OMG Sam, I am so sorry." She whimpers as her breath is caught in her throat. How can she be such a… a… Slut? She winces at her own thoughts.

"It's fine, I just want to know why you did it that's all? I just, I don't get it." He looks down and nervously rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

"Uhm… I don't know Sam, I was drunk. I think that's all. You need to know that I am not how you think I am. You know…" At that moment her phone rings with her alarm, telling her she needs to go to school. "I am sorry, I am going to be late for school."

"What does that mean? I don't care if you had a lot of good and fun nights. Who hasn't had them?" He is stunned and leans back against the counter.

"Yeah… exactly. Well, good to know you don't mind. I really need to go. I see you later." She kisses him on the cheek and is out of the door before he can say another thing.

She gets into her car and drives away. Now he really thinks you're a slut. She chastises herself on the way to school.

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When Mercedes comes home she can smell the delicious aromas out of the kitchen. She frowns her brow in confusion as she steps out of her shoes. She walks into the kitchen and can't stop herself from smiling at the sight of Sam cooking.

His wound has been healing very nicely as she checked it just last week. He has been feeling better as well and she feels glad but also a little sad. When he is fully healed she needs to leave and she is getting way too used to the house and to the man who is cooking and humming along with the radio. That looks familiar.

She chuckles and he turns around. His smile makes her knees weak and she sighs.

"Hi." Sam says as he walks up to her and embraces her in a tight hug. "I made dinner." He is proud he finally can do some things again. His wound hasn't been that bad and he feels like he is getting to his old self.

"I can see that. It smells amazing Sam." He pulls away and looks her in her eyes. His heart skips a beat and he thinks about what she said this morning. Taking a leap of faith he leans down and kisses her on the cheek.

Mercedes blushes at the gesture and looks into his emerald green eyes as he pulls away. She stands on her tiptoes and kisses him on his mouth. Something she has wanted to do since that drunk night. Okay… maybe she wanted to do that the first she saw him.

Her soft kiss shocks Sam and he feels his cock twitch at the feel of her lips on his. His arms envelop her waist and pushes her against him. He can hear her moan and that gives him more courage.

He deepens the kiss and swipes his tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance to her mouth. She gasps at his move and he accesses her mouth, twirling his tongue with hers as her hands go into his hair. The sexual frustration from the last weeks bursting between the two of them.

He pushes her back against the wall as his hands roam her body, going from her waist to her voluptuous ass, and squeezes it. She moans again and he is loving how responsive she is to his touch.

When air becomes an issue they part and Sam latches his lips onto her neck and Mercedes moves her head to the side giving him better access. He nips and licks the sweet spot on her neck all the way to her ear and she bucks her hips involuntarily.

"You like that?" He whispers in her ear as one of his hands goes from her behind to her front, over her stomach north to her breasts. She gasps when his thumb slides over her already hard nub.

He takes that opportunity to kiss her again and she accepts it greedily. His hand squeezes her breast and she presses her thighs together as their tongues wrestle for dominance.

Without her registering it he puts both hands on her ass and picks her up. Her legs go around his waist as he walks into the kitchen and puts her down on the kitchen counter. He pushes his hard-on into her very wet core.

She moans as he pulls away. He latches onto her neck as he pushes her shirt off her shoulder to kiss her there. She opens her eyes and sees that they have moved.

She feels one of his hands go from her butt to one of her breasts and the other going in between her thighs. The bubble bursts and she pushes against his chest. He pulls away and looks at her confused.

"What's wrong?" Sam asks as he looks at her, she is a little disheveled with her swollen lips and her flushed cheeks.

"I… Uhm…" She doesn't know what to say. You're a slut remember? She swallows audibly and Sam goes from confused to terrified.

"I am so sorry. I thought… you… and me… I thought you wanted this." He brushes his hands through his hair as he scolds himself internally.

"No, please I want to." She says, still sitting on the counter like a child.

He frowns at her. "I really don't understand." What did he do wrong? Did he go too fast? But she is used to this right… Right?

"I… don't do this…" She tries to explain.

"As in it's going too fast?" Sam is guessing.

"No… as in I have never done this… ever." She looks at her hands in her lap, embarrassed at the revelation.

Sam is still looking at her, not getting what that means. A minute passes and the penny drops, so does his jaw. "So… you never?" He tries to understand.

"No, I never had the time for relationships so that never happened. I didn't want it to be meaningless the first time." She looks through her eyelashes at Sam.

He smiles at her and tilts his head to the side. "That's okay, you could've told me." He steps closer until he is in between her legs again.

"You don't mind?" She looks up with her brows furrowed. How can he be okay with this?

"No, of course not. Now I get why you're so responsive to my touch." He smirks at her and she can't hold her laugh. She shakes her head at his cockiness.

"So… it's okay if we don't do that?" She feels very nervous and a little uncomfortable about the subject.

"We'll wait as long as you have to okay?" She nods and he hugs her. "But we can do other things if you're open to that?" She pulls away and looks up at him.

"Like what?" She feels him in between her legs and can't resist to not look down so she does and her mouth forms a perfect 'o' as she looks at his manhood.

"Do you trust me?" He looks her straight into the eyes as she nods her head, not trusting her voice. He smiles and captures her lips with his.

She moans and her hands go to his shoulders when he pulls her close. His shaft pressed against her inner thigh.

He deepens the kiss and his hands roll up her mini skirt even further. When his fingers touch her inner thighs she shudders and he smiles into the kiss. He feels her panties are wet and his dick twitches.

He pulls away from the kiss and kneels in front of her. He looks up at her as she bites her lower lip. He kisses each knee and pushes her legs open further. She gasps as he licks his lips and takes in the sight of her beauty.

With one finger he pulls her panties aside and her hands snake into his blonde hair. He licks the inside of her thigh and sees the goosebumps forming on her skin. With every kiss and lick, he comes closer to his destination. He puts her legs over each of his shoulders.

"Sam…" She whispers as she looks at him and he closes his lips on her pink swollen clit. She hisses and he groans as he makes contact. He sucks at her hard and she already feels like coming apart.

The way she tastes is even better than he imagined as he glides his tongue over her sleek slit, dipping it into her as he fucks her with his tongue. Her hands fist his hair tighter and he feels her walls swallowing his tongue.

He puts one of his fingers into her hole and licks and suckles her nub. She squeals as he thrusts into her tight pussy, feeling her relax after a few pumps.

"Please Sam, faster." Without hesitation, he accelerates as he shoves his finger into her.

She moves her hips in tandem with his movements, she cries out his name as she falls over the edge. She erupts on his hand and tongue.

"Fuck, Sam." She says with a breathy voice as he licks her clean. He hums against her flesh and she shivers.

"I thought you would like that." He stands up and takes her lips again. She moans as she tastes herself on his tongue, turning her on all over again.

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What are your top 5 Glee unpopular opinions?

1.) Santana was more to blame for most of the issues Brittana had in their relationship than Britt was. I'm not bashing Santana, I love her and the couple and I think they had really positive development overall but it just seems like a lot of the time fandom totally blames Britt for anything that went wrong instead of holding Santana accountable for her mistakes and that's not fair. Britt always gets demonized for the Santana/Britt/Artie situation more than Santana does, which is weird. Britt also gets blamed completely for the Season 4 breakup somehow and bashed for dating Sam, as if she cheated on Santana with Sam which isn't true at all.

2.) Season 2 isn't that great, especially for Brittana/Santana. It was just their introduction but it could have been handled way better by the writers. Don't get me wrong, I love Rumours and Born This Way but overall as a season it's just very messy and not enjoyable. Idk why it gets considered to be the best season for the couple and everyone goes on about how good it is. It's my second favourite season of Glee if I had to rank them but that's mainly because Seasons 4-6 are so flawed in other ways. Whenever I rewatch Season 2, it's the most frustrating season for Santana and the writing is so weak at times. Season 3 and 6 were far better for Santana and Brittana.

3.) This seems like a really unpopular opinion as a Santana fan but Santana is a villain for most of the series and I like her that way. I don't need to prove that she's sweet/adorable/amazing. I don't need her being my precious soft sunshine who can do no wrong. I like her being this total awkward destructive jerk who doesn't get along with most people and I don't need her to be besties with New Directions. She makes a great villain.

4.) Sue was actually an asshole for most of the seasons and it's ridiculous how fandom just excuses her for everything just because she's a villain and she's funny at times. They demonize the other teachers for any flaws and yet Sue gets hyped up even though she was the worst. I get that she's a villain but just because she's cartoonish doesn't mean she should get excused for everything. She literally tried to kill a student, there was that whole weird exploitation of Figgins, and she treated her Cheerios like prostitutes. Sue is well acted and a good villain but it's about time we acknowledge Sue was awful. In seasons 4-6 she lost any entertaining qualities and became just annoying.

5.) Sam is a weak and annoying character. He's the most bland whitebread filler character that somehow gets hyped because he's a blue eyed blond haired himbo white boy who everyone wants to ship with their other bland boy character. He was never even attractive or cool but somehow got forced into everything in Glee when he probably should have left after Season 2. The only good, semi relevant role he ever had was being Mercedes' boyfriend. I hate how he gets forced into every fanfiction and paired with everyone. Tbh I actively avoid fics with Sam pairings unless it's Samcedes.

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What do you think about villainizing characters in fanfics? I saw that you're getting into Kurtbastian which reminded me of this topic since Kurtbastian fandom has history of villainizing Blaine and writing him as an abuser in their fanfictions. Which is why I couldn't join fandom since almost everyone believes that he's really that evil even tho he's not and it's just made up in their fanon.

But it's not exclusive to Kurtbastian too, even though Kurtbastian fans do more than most shippers, there is also Faberry fanfics writers who make Finn and Puck villains, and sometimes Pezberry and Quinntana do that for Finn. Other Kurt and Blaine ships almost always have the other one as a toxic partner. This is true for almost all crack ship fandoms, but even canon Samcedes fanfictions bash on Shane.

I follow lots of people and see some criticising the bashing fics and other users participating in the bashing for characters that they don't like. What's your opinion on it?

That's a fair point to bring up and I feel like it's a big thing in fandom, unfortunately, and for sure not exclusive to Glee. I got into fanfic through Harry Potter (different times, I'm pretty sure a ton of other people did too) and it was pretty much impossible to read ship-centric fics without romantic rival bashing.

I haven't even considered that fics might villanize Blaine, for example, but thanks for bringing that up because I'll keep my eye out for it. In short, I'm not here for bashing at all, so I'll avoid that with Kurtbastian fics as well. I don't enjoy it regardless of my feelings on the canon character because frankly I think it's cheap to make the romantic rival such an obvious villain and drag them in order to make another ship work. It's much more engaging to have that other ship fail not because the ex is suddenly abusive/otherwise really shitty - I mean, what does that say about the ship the fic is focusing on when the other option is so cartoonishly awful?

That said, I have to say I do at least kinda get why fic writers do ch bashing. For starters, yes it can just be bad writing but fans aren't professionals and I think there's a charm to fanfic writers being allowed whatever tropes and shortcuts. It's just for fun after all. Especially when writing a crackship, it's easier to get the canon pairing out of the way by turning the other half into a plain bad option. There, done, now onto the centric ship. But like I said it is easy and it is cheap, and there's usually a more interesting story to be told if we don't oversimplify things. It's also understandable if someone doesn't know how else to write a breakup between the canon or starting off couple but then my advice would be to just... don't? It's fanfic, you can just pretend that in this world they were already broken up or never even together or something. You don't have to include those characters who'd only be there to be bashed anyway.

Then there's a side to it where people do want to include these characters and absolutely demonize them. I can't say much about that other than, it's just not my cup of tea. I get the need to vent and fanfic is an outlet after all, but I just don't personally vibe with having that strong of a negative feeling about a ch. I don't exactly hide my complicated but mostly negative feelings on Finn, but I still wouldn't like to read a Faberry fic where he's this unrecognizable demon. Again, it's cheap to make him so just so Faberry can get together. Characters have canon flaws and canon couples have conflicts; god knows Finn in particular has flaws and so does the Finchel relationship. So just build on that? I'd rather read a story that explores those flaws and makes a real case against them than one that just bashes.

Idk, everyone does fandom and fanfic how they like, but just speaking for myself I steer clear of bashing fics. I've read most of the popular Pezberry fics at this point, I think, but I'd never read one that bashes Brittany for example. I just find it unnecessary, that's the word I'd use. With fanon ships, I think it's so easy to just, avoid doing that and it's pretty wild to me that even Samcedes fics would feel the need to bash Shane. What did he ever do? That's the thing, he was nothing but supportive in canon but I guess fanfic sometimes just needs that villain. And tbh I think it deffo gets out of hand when it gets to the point that you describe with for example a collective fanon view of Blaine being toxic. I've said in response to Kurtbastian anon that I'm fascinated by how fanon is shaped and that's true, but I also think it's important to have an understanding of what comes from the actual text and what's just textual poaching in action. We had a whole canon vs fanon thread on this blog a while back and I think those thoughts apply.

I suppose this puts me on the side of "critical of bashing fics" though I do maintain that people can write whatever and fanfic writers can use shortcuts and such. I personally steer clear of fics like these. It's also a spectrum, you know, with varying degrees of demonizing characters. If, say, a Pezberry fic heightens Finn's bad qualities and the problems with Finchel in order to make Pezberry work I won't necessarily have a problem with that. But making a ch outright abusive where they weren't in canon or just mindlessly bashing, that's where they lose me. Imo it's pretty disappointing that ch bashing is a huge part of fanon ship fics, like damn you don't have to make the canon partner out to be satan in order to make a new relationship work.

#just my two cents anyway #interesting topic anon would love to hear more of your perspective #anon #glee asks #glee fandom #fandom asks #kinda #ch bashing thread

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