::: In which Lilliana takes a big leap and realizes she has awesome parents. And holy cow, sixty chapters. Like…okay. Actually it’s probably more than that with all these drabbles and stuff I leave on tumblr. Good Lord.Hope you like it! :)

This is one of the sweetest and cutest chapter I've read. I actually teared up while reading Sam's letter.

Title: Trouble Was Her Name Author: ellydash / magnicifent Pairings/Characters: Sam Evans/Mercedes Jones, Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson, Will Schuester, Sandy Ryerson, Sue Sylvester, Becky Jackson, Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, Tina Cohen-Chang Rating: R Word count: 15,000 words Warnings: Stylized violence (in keeping with noir genre conventions) Notes: This fic is in first person, which I realize isn’t most folks’ cup of tea—it usually isn’t mine either—but it’s a common staple of noir narrative, so hopefully it won’t be too intrusive here. My thanks to those of you who kindly gave me feedback on an earlier, much shorter, and much rougher draft!  

Summary: Recently back from two tours of duty in the Pacific, private investigator Sam Evans and his partner Blaine Anderson receive their most difficult assignment to date: to investigate the mysterious death of a local bar owner. Once he discovers that more than one person had a motive for wanting Will Schuester dead, Evans must put together the clues at his disposal and solve the case—before someone puts him out of business permanently.

::: In which Sam gives Cameron a haircut—or he tries to anyway. It’s a random moment. I swear I’ll stop writing these one day lol. Samcedes babies just make me happy. Hope y’all enjoy it.

Sam let out an amused chuckle as he looked between his wife and son, setting down the scissors he’d been about to use for Cameron’s first hair cut.

The action brought Mercedes out of her thoughts and she cut her gaze to him, startled to find him already staring back at her. “What?” she asked blankly before looking back to Cameron who was delivering the best pouty face that Sam had ever seen.

“I can’t do it if you’re making that face,” Sam told her. “And he’s sitting here crying at me. Y’all are being beyond unfair right now. Killing me.”

Mercedes feigned ignorance looking down at her hands. “I’m not making a face,” she said. The slightly higher pitch in which she delivered this rebuttal told Sam she was a lying liar who lied—and she knew it.

Mercedes had been adamant about the need for this haircut—rallied for it, even. They were everywhere. He got things stuck in there constantly. It was time for them to go. Cameron had started crying the second his father sat him down for the big chop, however, and Mercedes’ resolve had been wavering since that moment. Every pout and lip quiver he sent her way played on her heart and she unknowingly returned them all.

“Yes, you are,” Sam insisted. “It’s the sad one you make whenever they play those ‘adopt a puppy’ commercials on TV,” Sam said with a laugh. He imitated it for her when she looked back up at him. She always made the same face, and he had to hide her phone to restrain her from adopting every single one.

“Well, what do you want me to do,” Mercedes said, pointing to her son accusingly. “Look at his face. He’s not even screaming or anything. Just the puppy eyes.”

“You literally told me to do this five seconds ago,” Sam pointed out with another laugh. “You gave me the scissors!”

“He wasn’t making that face at me five seconds ago,” Mercedes defended. Cameron continued his pouting like a champ and Sam could literally see the guilt dripping off his wife in waves. “Now I just feel like Cruella Deville,” she told him.

“Are you looking to make a creepy coat out of blond curls?” Sam asked, laughing when she rolled her eyes at him.

“I meant the cutting off his hair against his will part,” Mercedes explained.

“I know what you meant,” Sam told her. “I also know he’s working those puppy dog eyes for all he’s got right now,” Sam said looking at his son and shaking his head.

Fat tears started to roll down Cameron’s face as his parents looked at him. Mercedes breath hitched at the sight of them. She looked up to Sam with her bottom lip quivering.

Looking between them again, Sam reached down to touch Cameron’s hair. He ruffled his hand through it slowly, picked up the scissors, and put them back into his grooming case.

Mercedes watched each action with an unreadable expression before she looked into her husband’s eyes. At yet another shake of his head, she smiled sheepishly before dropping her hand into her open palm.

“You could have just done it,” she mumbled quietly.

“And have you both sit there and cry at me with every snip? No thanks. I have a heart. We’ll try again when my big baby is ready for a haircut,” Sam said with a teasing smile before adding, “Hopefully Cameron will be ready by then, too.”

Mercedes shoved him lightly and collected her one year old, who was now smiling since he was off the hook, into her arms and hugged him. He’d just played her with those tears and his adorable face, but she’d live.

Sam shook his head a final time, telling them he’d be right back as he set off to put away the grooming kit. The haircut would just have to happen when Cameron—and Mercedes—were ready.

So this is my second attempt at trying out prompts.....it's only been a week since I got them lol NBD

okay…here goes nothing….it’s not going to be based off the glee storyline(kind of but not really lol ) so it’ll be AU…Hope I do this prompt justice!

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Samcedes / Puckcedes One-Shot: I Just Called to Say

So, I didn’t get to finish two tonight because drinking (with other people!) got in the way of doing that. But I did manage to finish this one and I’m almost finished with the next one so you’ll see another tomorrow. This is more of a friendship fic so no Gos gif for y’all tonight. My sincerest apologies!

My face is also sort of red because I kind of misread the prompt but ah well, I’m blaming lack of sleep and my fondness for the drink. Please enjoy this unrelated gif that expresses my current state.

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People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like “be realistic.” - Dylan Moran

The heavy feeling in his lower abdomen told him his bladder was full. He thought for a moment, turning over in his full-sized bed and debating whether it could wait until morning. He’d just gotten comfortable, finally settling down after another day of bagging groceries and cleaning pools for not nearly enough money and he didn’t feel like rustling from his current spot. Closing his eyes, he tried to will the feeling away, to try to drift off into the sleep he knew he would need to face another long day.

He would have to be up by seven to be at the nearby grocery store by eight to begin his duties as shelf stocker and bag boy. It was too bad he was shit with the cash register, which would allow him to stay in one area during his shift, but he didn’t mind the active work he was able to do. Occasionally, he would even get a tip or two from a customer who wanted their bags carried to their car. He was glad to turn on the charm to try to get a change purse to open here and there; any extra money helped him keep up his half of the bills he split with Mercedes.

A deep breath warned him that his bladder had very specific plans. With a groan, he rolled himself out of bed and found a pair of nearby boxers to put over his naked form. Mercedes was probably fast asleep by now, but he’d been on the receiving end of far too many of her shrill screams to try to walk around their place naked. They comprised, agreeing that outside of his room, he would at least wear boxers and Puck stuck to the rule unless of course he was home alone. Both of the teenagers were in tonight, Mercedes having come home and gone directly to her room after they each entertained a quick conversation about their equally stressful days. She looked tired and Puck dismissed his friend casually even though he would have loved to hang out with her a little more.

When they first got to LA, they would stay up all night talking. At first they talked about Lima, about the things they missed, about the people they missed but as they started to explore their new home, they had other things to talk about, sharing their adventures in the city and trying to put together routines for themselves. Mercedes quickly fell into habit with her academic and work life but she didn’t leave Puck behind. She helped him find a job while he looked for customers for Sharkman Pool Cleaning and even helped him spread the word about his business. He counted a few of the people she worked with among his customers all of which always had wonderful things to say about the talented Mercedes Jones. He was in awe of how easily she was adjusting, despite the fears that she openly expressed to him and the difficulty she may have had leaving some things behind. She would quickly shake off her moments of weakness, inspiring him to do the same and work a little harder every day.

Standing from the bed, he felt his urge to relieve himself lessen. He thought about hopping back into the comfort of his sheets but decided not to chance it. Leaving his bedroom, he almost missed the dark head of hair poking up from the couch and the sigh that accompanied the slightly slumped over figure.

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Author’s Note: 

I wasn't ready. 

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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 “Yes.”

“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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“Hey. How are things going out there?” Sam asked, speaking into his tiny pre-paid cell phone. Classes had just been let out and he finally had the opportunity to talk to her.

“Things are…great,” Mercedes replied. She sounded like she was rushing. Being the newest addition to the studio somehow made her the resident bitch, constantly being sent out for coffee orders and paperwork as if she’d gotten a secretary job.

“Are you sure? Is everything okay?” he asked, genuinely concerned. “Should I call back later?”

“No, it’s fine. It’s just really nice to hear your voice,” she told him. “So how’s school going?”

“Pretty good so far. I went on a couple dates. With Sugar, if you can believe it,” he said, laughing humorlessly. When she didn’t say anything for several seconds, he looked at the phone to see if she was still there before speaking into it again.

“Hello?”

“Oh, um, well good for you.” He immediately recognized the irritability in her voice.

“Mercedes? You were the one that suggested we take a break. And now you’re - “

“I’m not anything, Sam.”

“Yeah you are. You just said my name like you always do when you’re annoyed. I’m fine Sam,” he said, imitating her voice.

“I am fine,” she snapped. He bit his lip and looked down the hall as it began to clear of students before running a hand through his hair.

“You’re not…look, were you not serious about us taking a break? You told me to date around, was that not for real?” As much as it would annoy him, if she told him she wasn’t serious, it would change everything. He missed her and they exchanged I love yous for God sakes. He was trying to move on like she told him to and now he was confused. He could read her pretty well, but he was still Sam. If she felt a certain way, she needed to tell him.

“Sam, I have to go. They’re calling me into the studio.” He opened his mouth to respond and was met with dial tone. He sighed, hitting his head back against the locker and looked at the phone in disbelief. He shook his head in an attempt not to dwell on it. Not to dwell on her.

He shoved the phone in his pocket and made his way to glee club, wondering when he wouldn’t be consumed with relationship drama. Maybe he needed a new hobby.

Signs (A Samcedes one-shot)

So this is my first Samcedes one-shot, based on this short British film I saw called Signs. I own nothing. 

Signs. 

It’s the same thing. Every. Single. Day. He lies awake, alone, staring at the white ceiling, waiting for his alarm to go off. He showers and dresses alone. He eats the same blah cereal at his small kitchen table, alone. He listens to the many conversations around him on the light rail, alone. Riding the escalator is the most interesting part of his day if he sees that hot brunette girl with the bob haircut, but she never sees him. Women never spare him more than a glance anyway. He arrives at his job he doesn’t care about, seeing all of the cubicles and his co-workers, but they never see him.

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Summary: While Mercedes learns that some fights are just better settled at the dinner table, Blaine Anderson makes a potentially life-changing decision and the rest of Capitol Hill is in for a rather shocking surprise.

Also up on A03!

Chapter 1 of a Glee - Drama/Angst fanfiction with characters Sam E. & Mercedes J.. After serving seven years of a much longer prison sentence, former Neo-Nazi Sam Evans tries to adjust to a normal life, with help from an unlikely source - a blind, black woman, Mercedes Jones.

This story is giving me such life right now.