Anonymous asked you:

kiddie Sam and Mercedes have their first sleepover. They share a bed and they have their first kiss that night

Mercedes' dad stared at Sam on the blow up mattress on his daughters floor, "If I so much as suspect hanky panky going on in here," he pointed at Mercedes who was in her bed and then at Sam on the floor, "I will throw your little blonde butt out of here fresh prince of bel air style." The two ten year olds stared at the older man in fear. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes daddy," Mercedes pulled her covers higher up on her body.

"Yes Mr. Jones." Sam stared at her father with wide eyes.

"Good!" he looked at Sam again, "You are a good kid, which is why I let you sleep over,"

"I thought it was because my parents are out of town," Mr. Jones gave him side eye and Sam shut up.

"Good night," he turned off the light, pulled the door closed, but then opened it a crack and walked away.

"Mercedes," Sam whispered to his best friend after he heard her parent's bedroom door close.

"Yea?"

"What's hanky panky?"

She sat up in bed and looked at the boy, "I don't know..." she scratched her hair through the scarf on her head, "I think it's a dance," he nodded and bit his lip.

"Okay," he looked around her room. "Your room looks different in the dark,"

"Yea I know," she laid back down.

"Kind of scary," he muttered.

"Sam are you scared of the dark?" he could hear laughter in her voice, "I can ask my parents for my old night light,"

"IM NOT SCARED!" she shushed him. They heard a door down the hallway open.

"Now ya'll kids get to bed now!" her dad yelled, "don't make me lie in there with you." Sam and Mercedes held their breaths and remained silent until they heard the door close again.

"I'm not scared," he whispered to her. She chuckled. Sam rested his head on his pillow and tried to sleep but he heard a creaking sound, "What was that?"

"What was what?" she asked him groggily.

"That sound" he whispered forcefully.

"Sam, I don't hear anything," she yawned, "go to sleep." He nodded in the darkness and closed his eyes. He heard the sound again and sat up.

"I'm coming up there with you," he crawled out of his bed and quietly tip toed to hers, "Move over," she groaned and rolled over to the other side.

"If my dad catches you...he will sit on you," Sam rolled his eyes.

"I'll risk it," he climbed into her purple decorated bed. His back was facing hers. He rolled over and faced her back. "Mercedes...?" she mumbled something, he assumed it was a yes. "Do you think I'm okay looking?" she rolled over and faced him.

She rubbed her eyes, "I guess so," she smiled, "Why?"

"I don't know," he looked down, "Just wondering," she nodded and closed her eyes, he let out a sigh and stared at her smooth skin, "Would you ever kiss me?" he whispered almost inaudibly. He stared at her face but she didn't stir. Then she slowly nodded her head yes. He grinned, "Okay" he closed his eyes.

"I'd kiss you now," she whispered. He opened his eyes and stared into her doe like ones. He began to blush and scratched the side of his face.

"Um...ok" he finally said. He quickly leaned over and pressed his fluffy lips against hers for five seconds and then pulled away. "Well that was okay."

She blushed and then nodded. "Go to sleep Sam," she rolled back over and faced her back to him. He positioned himself so that he was on his back and he put his hands behind his head. He fell asleep with a huge smile on his face.

bohemian-daydreamsasked you:

Kiddie!Samcedes is giving me straight life tonight. Gimme, Gimme, Gimme MORE! Maybe a day at the beach/swimming pool with one of them not that great of a swimmer, or maybe they find a stray kitten one day and help nurse it back to health, or Sam goes to Mercy's church and after she sings, he shouts "Bravo!" instead of "amen", or they're babysitting the twins (Stevie and Stacey) and play mommy and daddy. I just love them so!

The next morning Sam heard one of Mercedes' parents walking down the hallway towards her room. He immediately jumped out of her bed and scurried to his blow up one on the floor. He pulled the blanket up to his neck and shut his eyes. He heard the door creak open.

"They're still sleeping," he heard her mom say.

"Okay," her dad replied, "We'll wake them up for church in ten minutes." The door closed shut and Sam could hear their retreating footsteps.

"Well that was close," Mercedes whispered to him from her bed. She sat up and stretched her body. He looked up at her and smiled at the drool marks on the one side of her face.

"Mercedes..." she looked at him and smiled, "You have a big puddle of drool on your face." her eyes widened in horror and she ran to look in her mirror.

"Woah," she stared at herself, "I look like a Dalmatian!" he stood up and looked at her face in the mirror.

"Cool," his jaw dropped, "you do...I wish I had that," he pouted slightly and she grinned. There was a knock on the door and the two kids jumped. Her mother stuck her head in and smiled at them.

"Rise and shine, it's church going time," she winked at them and closed the door again.

"We were already up though," Sam looked at Mercedes in confusion and she just shrugged.

"I just live with them," she walked to her closet, "I don't know why they do a lot of things sometimes," he nodded and walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out a grey suit and a bow tie. Mercedes looked over and scrunched up her face in disgust. "Ewww," Sam glared at her, "You're wearing that?"

He rolled his eyes, "Yea," he looked in her closet, "you're clothes are ugly too." She stuck her tongue out at him and pulled out a pretty pink dress.

"Nuh uh," she twirled around with the dress, "I'm going to sing today, so I need to look pretty."

Sam scoffed, "Stupid girls." He muttered.

"You take that back Sam Evans!" she yelled quietly.

"Make me," he stuck out his tongue and put the tip of his thumb to his nose and wiggled his fingers. Mercedes walked over to her bed, grabbed a pillow, and held it up above her head. Sam's eyes widened and he ran out of the room. Mercedes smirked and walked back over to her dress.

Sam sat with Mercedes' parents and fidgeted with his bow tie. His neck had gotten bigger, so the little clothing item was choking him. He sighed and fanned himself with his hand. He started yawning and Mrs. Jones lightly poked him in the side and shook her head no. He blushed in embarrassment and crossed his arms over his chest and saw Mercedes walk out in the front. She looked over the group and made eye contact with him and smiled. Sam smiled back and sat up straighter in his pew. She began to sing and Sam held his breath so that he wouldn't make any noise to distract him from her voice. His jaw dropped and he grinned at his best friend. He was impressed with the fact that she was leading a whole group of adults behind her. When she finished he stepped out of the pew and screamed "Bravo" for her and clapped his hands. The other church goers stared at the little blonde boy. Some began to laugh, but they encouraged his optimism and cheered for the choir as well.

"THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND MERCEDES!" he yelled to the people. She stood at the front and waved shyly at everyone. Sam sat down and smiled broadly at her. He really hoped that she could see. He looked over at her parents and saw that they were smiling at him. He had been afraid that he would get into trouble. After the service he ran up to her.

"That was so cool Mercedes!" he exclaimed and flailed his hands. "You were like a conductor or something." She smiled widely.

"You really thought I was good?" she asked him and blushed. He quickly nodded his head.

"It was so awesome!" he pat her on the shoulder, "I gotta tell the kids at school on Monday!" she smiled and gave him a hug. He tensed up and started to blush. She pulled away and grinned. Sam felt a fluttering in his stomach that he couldn't understand as he looked at his best friend Mercedes.

Anonymous asked you:

hey can you do a prompt where sam and mercedes are in the middle of sex and sam gets hurt? lol

Mercedes sneezed to the side and then looked back at Sam who was on top of her. Her nose was slightly red and dripping, but Sam thought she was adorable even with the cold.

"M-mercedes...we don't have to...do this" he grunted and panted as he moved inside of her.

"N-n-o...let's keep go-ing," she managed to say as her body was being shaken by the movements. "Fuck this cold," he grinned down at her and moved faster. "Sam...so good," her eyes rolled back in her head and Sam could feel himself almost reaching his peak.

"I—I'm com-ing," he closed his eyes and felt the waves coursing faster and faster through his body.

"ah...," Sam smiled at the sound of his woman getting off, "CHOOO,"

Sam woke up and Mercedes was leaning over him on the ground. "Oh my God babe," she blew her nose, "I'm happy you're okay." She smiled sadly at him.

"What the hell happened?" she looked embarrassed, "Did I knock myself out with my orgasm?" he was quite impressed with himself.

"No...not exactly," she sighed, "I had a huge sneeze and my head flung up from the force of it..." he looked at her in confusion, "I knocked you out with my head." He laid back on the ground and started laughing his head off.

"Well," he pulled her to him, "I always knew you were a knock out."

Anonymous asked you:

Since your in need of prompts how about a smut about popular!sam and geek!mercedes? Please and thank you.

-I do not do smut well at all, I am the least sexiest person on the planet lol so I can lead up to smuttiness but I can't write it, so here's what I managed to do

Mercedes sat in her science class room after school working on her project for the fair the next day. She had been working on it for weeks and she was glad that it was finally coming together.

"Hey Mercedes," she looked over at her friend Artie who was working on his own, "that covalent bond model looks awesome," he grinned at her and gave her a thumbs up. She smiled and pushed her glasses up her nose. She hated that they tended to slide down when she was working. She snorted and giggled.

"Thanks Artie," he gave her a huge smile and flashed his braces at her. She thought he was extremely cute and hoped that he would finally get the nerve to ask her out without having to use his inhaler. He scratched the side of his pimply face, grinned, and then walked away. She sighed and looked outside the window and saw the jocks playing football outside. She scrunched up her face in disgust and looked back at her notes for her project. She heard a loud bang at the window and jumped. The jocks had apparently gotten bored and were now peering through the window and smacking it.

"OOOO," they laughed, "Look at the wittle nerds," the Mohawked one, who she couldn't tell his ethnicity, said. "You don't get anywhere trying losers!" she looked over at Artie who rolled his eyes.

"They're such nerds," he giggled and looked at her. She smiled at him and then looked back at the window. There was a blonde jock looking around the room in awe and then his eyes landed on her. She saw that his eyes grew wide and he began to smile. She rolled her eyes anticipating some rude comments from him, but he simply walked away from the window.

When she was finished her project she put it up on a shelf and locked up the room. She walked down the quiet hallway and played with her pig tails.

"Hey!" she turned around to see the blonde coming towards her, "You're Mercedes right?" her jaw dropped and she was tempted to pull her inhaler out of her pocket. She was having a lot of trouble breathing so she just nodded her head, "Cool," he smiled, "I'm Sam," his green eyes twinkled as he looked at her. "I'm in your science class," she rolled her eyes at the improbability that he was in advanced science.

"Really?" she gave him side eye.

"Yea," he grinned, "I don't answer questions and stuff and I sit in the back."

She raised her eyebrow, "okay," she turned and walked away.

"Wait," he yelled behind her. "Can we study together?" she slowly turned around and stared at him.

"Why?" she put her hand on her hip.

"Because I can help you," she burst out into laughter of giggles and snorts.

"You can help me?" she laughed harder.

"Yea." He looked at her seriously, "I know you're struggling with molecular developments," she blushed, "I'm amazing at them, so I can help you." She looked him over and slowly nodded.

"Fine," she said slowly. He grinned at her.

"Alright tomorrow meet me here after school." He bit his lip and turned to walk away. Mercedes stood staring after him stunned.

After weeks of studying together, Mercedes wasn't sure how it all happened. One day they were talking about molecular bonding and developments and the next she was straddling his hips and making out with the attractive blonde. She walked to his house and he opened the door with a broad smile on his face.

"Hey," he said to her shyly. He moved back and let her in. He closed the door and leaned down and kissed her. "Missed you." She blushed

"I missed you too," he led her into the all familiar living room and sat down on the big couch. "I decided to get contacts," she smiled thinking that he would be happy.

He shook his head in disagreement, "don't do that." He looked at her seriously.

"Why?"

"I like how you look," he smiled sheepishly at her, "I think you're perfect the way you are," she looked at him in confusion.

"But I can look better," he sighed and leaned back.

"I used to have glasses and dark hair," she looked at him in surprise. "I changed myself to be popular," he looked over at her and took her small hand into his. "I regret it."

"But you are popular and all the girls love you," he laughed.

"Yea fake girls," he cupped her face with his free hand, "I wanted a real girl like you." He kissed her tenderly. She smiled into the kiss. He put his arm around her curvy waist and pulled her to him. He deepened the kiss and nibbled on her lips. She had never done this before or felt this way but she loved doing it with him. Her friends thought that he was using her, but she knew different. He pulled her on top of him and just stared at her. "Promise me that you'll never change."

She rolled her eyes and snorted, "You're so corny Sam," he smiled and pulled her face down for a French kiss which left her breathless. She tried to unbutton her shirt, but he placed his hands on top of hers to stop them from moving.

"Not today," he grinned, "Today I just want to kiss you." He whispered, "I just want to kiss my girlfriend," she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and made out with the man she was sure she had fallen for.

Anonymous asked you:

Where Sam is in prison and Mercedes is the prison nurse and they fall in love! Sam is released a couple of months later and they reconnect, smut isn't necessary but it would be great!

Sam held a cloth to the large gash on his forehead, as well as one on top of his surely broken nose. He had made the mistake of finally falling asleep in his cell. For three days he had managed to stay awake out of the fear that his cellmate's threat to beat him to death would actually come true. But the sleep had taken over his body while he was sitting up in his uncomfortable bed. Next thing he knew he had been punched in the face and felt blood immediately gush from his nose. He hopped out of bed and ran into the stomach of his cell mate and knocked him to the ground. The two men fought for ten minutes, the longest ten minutes in his life, until Sam slammed the man's body and head into the cement wall. The guards ran in and took Sam down to the ground. He was hand cuffed and dragged to the prison infirmary where his legs were cuffed to the chair. He felt sick, dizzy, and was pretty sure that he had sustained a concussion.

The doctor came in and stared at him as if he was vermin.

"You have two more months left here Mr. Evans and you choose to get into a fight?" the doctor looked at him in disapproval. "Not very wise."

"Yea because I chose to beat myself up," Sam would have rolled his eyes but he was sure they were getting swollen. "I got fucking jumped doc." The older man tutted and pulled the now red towel away from his forehead. His eyes widened and he shook his head. He grabbed a clipboard and jotted down some notes.

"You're going to need stitches for that one," he grabbed the cloth from Sam's nose and grimaced. "Mhm and probably a splint for that," Sam groaned. "Alright Mr. Evans, a nurse will be in here momentarily to help you." He stood up and nodded at the guard who was standing watch over Sam. Sam looked down and tried to ignore the pain that he felt through his body. It even hurt him to think. He heard the door open and close.

"Hi Henry," he heard a females voice.

"Hello Ms. Jones," the guard replied. "You look lovely today." He heard her giggle.

"Thanks," she walked in front of Sam and picked up the clipboard from the table. "Alright Sam," he looked up and through his swollen eyes he could see that she was absolutely gorgeous. He had no idea what he looked like to her, but he was pretty sure it was a close resemblance to Quasimodo the hunchback from notre dame. She smiled down at him. "Henry," she looked over at the guard, "Can we take off his cuffs please." The guard nodded and bent down to unshackle him.

"If you do anything funny," the guard whispered, "I will shoot your dick off you hear me," Sam nodded.

"So I can't tell a joke?" he said sarcastically. The guard gave him a warning glace. Sam stood up and almost fell over. The guard helped balance him and Sam walked over to the table.

"Henry can you leave us alone?" the beautiful short woman turned to the guard.

"You know I can't do that Mercedes," the guard shook his head.

"Please..." Sam looked at her and noticed how smooth her chocolate skin looked. He wanted to reach out and softly stroke it. The guard sighed and walked out of the room. She turned back to Sam and grinned.

"Aren't you scared I'll hurt you?" she looked up at him and smiled.

"Sam Evans," she laughed, "You wouldn't hurt a fly."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I've seen you around a lot and I know you wouldn't hurt someone unless it was necessary." She pulled a needle out of a package and some strong thread. "Lie down," he did as he was told and stared up into her face. She grabbed a syringe and stuck it into his head.

"Fuck that hurts," he grimaced at the pain. She smiled and shushed him.

"Trust me," she put the syringe down, "It's better than the stitches." She leaned over him and put the stitches into his now numb forehead. He realised how close she was to his face and he was tempted to slightly move up and kiss her, but thought better of it.

She looked down at his face and smiled. Fuck it, I'll take the penalty. He quickly moved up and connected his lips with hers. She gasped and pulled away. Totally worth it. He waited for the slap. But felt her climb on top of him on the table and lean down and kiss him roughly on the mouth. He grabbed her around the waist to increase the contact between their bodies. She moved her body back and forth and tried to create friction between her button and his hard on. Sam moaned into her mouth and slid his hands down to her ass. There was a knock on the door and Mercedes immediately looked up.

"Are you okay Ms. Jones?" Henry the guard asked.

"Yep I'm fine!" she called out. She reached down between her legs and grabbed his member causing Sam's body to jerk. She smiled mischievously and climbed down. Sam couldn't believe what had just happened. She finished doing her stitches and placed a splint on his nose as if nothing had happened. He sat up and rubbed his legs. "Come back when you get out of here," she whispered. "We'll finish what we started." Sam stared at her in shock. "Henry!" she called out, the guard walked in and placed the handcuffs on Sam. Sam got off the table and walked out but gave her one last look over his shoulder before he left.

The day that he was released was the happiest day of his life for more than one reason. He got his life set back up over a few months and secured himself with a job. He walked back to the prison he had grown to hate and asked to speak to Mercedes Jones. He waited in the office and chatted with the secretary.

"Yes?" she walked in wearing a white coat and her hair was in a bun. Sam looked her over and stood up. She looked over at him and smiled, "well well," she grinned, "welcome back old green eyes."

"Only came back for you," he whispered and she blushed. "Dinner tonight?" she looked over at the secretary who was struggling to hear their conversation and she nodded. "Good," he grinned, "Because I love eating out." She giggled and swatted his arm.

"Pick me up at eight," she whispered back, "see you later Mary," she waved at the secretary and walked out. Sam stood there grinning from ear to ear as he stared after her.

flamingredlotus asked you:

fic prompt: mercedes and sam are moving in together. when they start settling in mercedes thinks she lost the box with his comic books in it

Titty shit. Mercedes ran around their apartment opening up boxes. Where are they? She was freaking out because she couldn't remember where she had put Sam's comic book collection.

"Babe," Mercedes popped her gum and listened to her music as she packed up her clothes, "Mercedes!" she turned around and stared at her boyfriend, "I'm heading out to our apartment, make sure you put my comic books in the van okay." She smiled and nodded and went back to her packing. She still didn't know why he had insisted on bringing his comic books to her house in the first place. To her it had been a huge distraction from all of the sex they could have been having. About an hour or so later Mercedes looked around her empty old house and tried to remember what Sam had asked her. Oh bring his coat! She picked it up off of the chair and locked the house up.

When she had gotten to the apartment and began unpacking she heard his voice in her head, "SHIT THE COMIC BOOKS!"

She ran to their bedroom and checked in those boxes and only found clothes. He's going to kill me, she bit her nails. She knew the books were important to him since he had been collecting them since he could read. She groaned and kicked a box when she suddenly heard the door open. Nooooooo she ran out to greet her boyfriend who was carrying a bag of food. "Hey hun," she said biting her lip, he looked over at her and beamed.

"Hey beautiful," he held out the bag to her, "can you put this down somewhere please?" she walked up to him and he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She took the bag and slowly put it down on a nearby table.

"Sam..." he looked at her, "I love you SO MUCH," he smiled and then gave her a worried expression.

"I love you so much too," he chuckled.

"I lost your comic books," his eyes widened.

"what?" she clasped her hands together. "Mercedes—"

"I am so sorry but I can make it up to you," she slowly unbuttoned her top. "I can't replace them but I can take your mind off of them for a bit," she opened her shirt so that he could see her bra. He gazed at her breasts and grinned.

"I accept," she smiled and kissed him. Thank God he's not mad. She grabbed his hand and walked him to the kitchen.

He smiled. Thank God she didn't know I put them in the van myself. He closed the bedroom door behind them.

Anonymous asked you:

you are amazing you know! the kiddie!samcedes is killing me! my prompt is their first meeting. mercedes comforts a crying sam on the first day of kindergarten. please and thank you!

Anonymous asked you:

Love your stories. Can you write a kiddie Sam sticking up for kiddie Mercedes and than asking her to be his girlfriend and she give him a kiss or hug or something

"Okay Samuel," Mary Evans kneeled in front of her blonde little boy, "Mommy loves you very much, but she can't come with you to school." His lip began to quiver and he stared at her with his big green eyes. She knew that he was going to cry. "No crying baby, you have to be a big boy for mommy," she wiped the few tears that escaped her own eyes as she looked at her only child.

"But mommy why!" he cried out and tugged on her hand.

"Because you're going to make so many friends here at school and mommy already has some friends," she tried to calm the little boy down.

"Mommy you're my friend, don't make me stay," her heart broke and the tears ran freely from her eyes. She hugged the little boy close and kissed the top of his head.

"Mommy has to go," she kissed his forehead. She stood up and quickly walked out. She knew if she stopped she would have picked up her son and taken home with her forever.

Sam stood in the middle of the playground and cried his little heart out. He ran to the fence and stared at his mom leaving. He put his head down and cried harder.

"Hi!" he heard a small voice to his side. He looked up at a little girl with a big puff on both sides of her head, "why you crying?" she asked.

He rubbed his runny nose on his sleeve and stared at the peculiar little girl who had skin made out of chocolate. "My mommy left me," his lip quivered.

"Awww my mommy left me too," she looked sad for a moment and then cheered up, "I can be your mommy!" she exclaimed. She jumped up with happiness, "I'm your mommy now and you can be my daddy!" Sam wasn't sure how family's worked but this sounded odd to him. However he nodded and smiled. She extended her little hand. "Here hold my hand...uh what's your name." She looked at him with a confused expression.

"Samuel," he said and placed his hand in hers.

"OOOO can I call you Sam?" her eyes grew wide, "my imaginary friends name is Sam," she squealed, "Are you imaginary?" Sam had to think about it for a moment.

"I don't think so," she laughed and then squeezed his hand.

"Let's go play in the sand box Sam," he followed the overly energetic girl to the sand box and they sat down. She turned to him and smiled. "You're my best friend Sam." He blushed and smiled.

"Really?" he exclaimed. "What's that?" the little girl laughed.

"It means we have to do everything together and and we shares candy and stuff," she smiled at him. He smiled back.

"What's your name?" he finally realised that he had no idea who she was,

She started giggling, "I am M-E-R-C-E-D-E-S" Sam stared at her in confusion.

"I don't know how to read," he frowned.

"My mommy taught me to spell my name!," she smiled with pride, "I'm Mercedes!"

He smiled, "Okay."

A few kids walked up to them.

"Why's your hair like that," a short blonde girl pointed at Mercedes.

"Because," she simply answered and continued building things in the sand.

"It's ugly," Mercedes looked up and frowned. Her lip began to shake and she started to cry.

"That's not nice!" Sam said standing up, "You're ugly!" the blonde girl stomped her foot and ran away with the rest of the kids following. Sam turned around and stared at Mercedes. "I like your hair Mercedes!" he pat the puff.

She looked up and wiped her eyes, "Really?" he nodded his head and smiled. She grabbed him and gave him a big hug. She pulled away and laughed.

He smiled at his new friend, "now you're my wife," she looked at him in confusion and beamed.

"Yay!" she clapped, "We can play house now!" he smiled and took her hand. The two little kids ran off into the classroom to get a doll for their baby.

juliadelilah asked you:

Both Kiddie!Samcedes were so adorable, you should really like make it a fic or something. Like I died laughing I wanted so much more. Could you do like Teenage!Samcedes where they started highschool, and they mention the kiss all those years ago and it just becomes this awkward adorable fluffy moment where they decide to kiss again and it's like.. whoa

Mercedes and Sam sat in the library together studying for their history test. Mercedes was biting the end of her pen and Sam was steadily tapping his on the table. Mercedes reached out and grabbed it. He looked up from his book and stared at her but her head was still down.

"What are you thinking about Sam?" she whispered but did not make eye contact with the blonde. He grabbed his pen back from her hand.

"What makes you think I'm thinking about something," he looked back down at his book and started to tap his pen again. She reached out and grabbed it and put it on her lap. He stared at her in disbelief, "What is your problem?"

"You're annoying me," she said quietly. She finally looked up and narrowed her eyes at him. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Why are we always fighting now?" he looked to the side, "It's not cool...I don't like it." Mercedes stared at her best friend. She stared at his lips and wondered how it would feel to kiss them again. She shook her head trying to get the thoughts out. But as much as she tried she couldn't stop thinking about him that way. He was her best friend in the entire world. They had been that way since she had told him he was her best friend on the first day of kindergarten. She smiled at the memory. "Am I doing something wrong?" he looked at her and she blinked.

"No..." she sighed, "I don't know what's wrong."

He closed his book, "Maybe it's just me then." He stood up and packed up his bag. She looked at him and worried that she was losing him. "I'm leaving, are you coming?" he said not looking at her.

"Yea," she stood up and packed up her own bag. "Let's go." The two quietly walked to the shaded bus stop under the trees and waited. "Sam...?" she looked at him and he looked at her from the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry." He looked forward and nodded. Do it Mercedes or you'll lose him. "Do you remember that first sleepover we had when we were like nine or ten?" He smirked and then looked at her.

"Yea," he laughed, "Your room was fucking haunted," she rolled her eyes.

"No you were just afraid of the dark," she poked him and he shrugged. "But do you remember...how you asked me if I thought you were cute or something," she could see the blush creep up his neck.

"Nope," he stated trying to maintain a serious expression.

"Bull," she laughed, "You so remember."

He grinned, "What is this?" he turned towards her, "Embarrass your best friend day?" she laughed, "If it is, then I have some stories to remind you about miss fake pony tail falling off in the pool Jones." She smacked him on the arm, "OW!" he gave her a dirty look.

"Do you remember...the kiss?" she looked away from him hoping that he didn't see her blush.

He cleared his throat, "Yea...if you could call it that," he laughed and adjusted his backpack strap.

"Yea you sucked at it," she laughed, "horrible first kiss," she lightly shoved him with her shoulder.

"Hey I was ten!" he stared at her in shock, "Who were you expecting, freaking Fabio?" she looked up at him.

"Maybe I was!" she stuck out her tongue and he shook his head but laughed, "Well it didn't make the best impression, now I know I'd never date you," he raised his eyebrow.

"Because of a kiss that happened when we were like two?"

"Yup," she smiled.

"Well I'm a better kisser now, so whatever." He turned his head to see if the bus was coming.

"Oh I bet," she folded her arms over her chest. He looked at her with wide eyes.

"You want me to prove it to you? Because I'll freaking prove to you that I am the Luke Skywalker of kissing," she started laughing.

"What does that even mean?" he started laughing too.

"I don't know, but come here," he grabbed her back pack straps and pulled her towards him. He leaned down and kissed her gently. He lightly slid his tongue on her lower lip and she opened her mouth to give him more access. She placed her hands on his biceps and rubbed them up his arms until she had them on his shoulders. He slowly pulled away, looked at her lips, and then grinned. Mercedes couldn't help the small smile that graced her lips as she finally accepted that she had always been in love with her best friend.

Anonymous asked you:

Sam is a photographer and secretly takes pictures of Mercedes (not in a creepy way) and one day she walks up behind him and sees him looking throygh the pictures OR she finds his website and sees her pictures

Sam looked at the screen on his camera and smiled. He bit his lip as he zoomed in on the beautiful curvy woman he had taken a picture of early that day. Man this seems so creepy. He sighed and looked around him and took in the beauty of the park that he was sitting in. Earlier that morning he had decided to take pictures of the swans in the park when he noticed the shorter woman walking alongside the water with a sad look on her face. Something about her had made him want to reach out and touch her. Instead he watched her in her quiet beauty and took some photographs. Most of them were her holding her head up to the sky looking at the clouds as if she was praying. He slightly felt like he was eavesdropping on an important conversation between her and God.

The next day he had gone out early in the morning again, half hoping that she would be there. But she wasn't, he sighed and waited for something to catch his eye. He looked up and saw her standing there again. She was wearing a white dress and she stood by the side of the water. She brushed her hair to one side as she looked up to the sky again. He couldn't take his eyes off of her and he decided to take more photos. He felt bad for invading her privacy but he felt like he needed to capture her in this raw moment. After about twenty photographs he put the camera down and stared at her. Everything was silent as if nature didn't want to disturb her either. She looked down and closed her eyes, then slowly turned around and walked away.

The following day he was ready to take more photos of her so he waited. Again she did not show up for some time. He decided to go through the photos he had already taken of her. He saw an extremely beautiful photograph where it looked like she was an angel and he smiled.

"Excuse me?" he jumped at the voice right next to his ear. Sam looked back and saw the woman staring at him with her head cocked to the side. "Is that me?" she nodded towards the camera. Sam was stunned by how beautiful she was up close.

He cleared his throat and started blushing, "Um...yes," she raised her eyebrow, "I'm sorry you are just so stunning...I just had to capture you." She smiled and nodded.

"Thank you," she looked out towards the lake, "Do you have a website?" he nodded.

"Yea, I do,"

She looked into his green eyes, "You should put them up there." He smiled.

"Really?...that'd be okay?" he asked excitedly.

"Yes that'd be more than okay." She grinned and turned around to walk away.

"Wait," he called out and she stopped, "What's your name?"

She looked over her shoulder and grinned, "Mercedes."

"Can I see you again?" he didn't know what it was but he had so much need to know her.

She smiled and shook her head no. "I'm sorry." She continued to leave and Sam sat on the bench feeling rejected. He went home and posted the pictures to his website late that night. Around 2 am, he was woken up to his cell ringing.

"Hello?" he answered sleepily.

"Mr. Evans?" he heard a woman's voice.

"Yes?" he sat up slightly worried.

"Hello...my name is Patricia Jones," Sam tried to remember if he knew the woman, "I saw your pictures titled Mercedes on your website just now...where did you get them?"

He rubbed his eyes and worried that he would get into trouble. "I took them a few days ago, but she said I could put them up."

There was silence, "who is she?"

"Mercedes" he was very confused. "I'm sorry, what is this all about?"

"Mercedes is my daughter," the woman replied with a strained voice.

"Oh," Sam was still confused but it made more sense. Maybe her mom was mad that he had taken the pictures.

"...She died four years ago." The woman finished. Sam's eyes grew in horror as he sat on his bed. "I had a dream just now and the name of your website was in it, so I decided to look."

"I have to go sorry," he hung up the phone and placed his head in his hands. His body shook as the reality that he had seen a ghost hit him. He looked up and saw her standing there in his room smiling. She blew him a kiss and disappeared. Sam would never forget that moment for the rest of his life.

Weird twist I know lol sorry anon

Anonymous asked you:

Well don't let this in any way distract you from updating Mercy's Heart, but I love your writings and was hoping you could do a drabble about Stevie playing cupid for a broken up Sam and Mercedes. Thanks!

Eight year old Stevie stared at his older brother who was typing angrily on his laptop. He had noticed that Sam had been extremely moody lately and that there was an absence of Mercedes in their house.

His brother groaned and typed more quickly. "No don't call," he muttered and continued to type. Stevie stood by the door and heard the bing from his brothers computer. "Mercedes don't call, I don't want to talk to you," he muttered out the words he was typing. Stevie frowned. He really liked Mercedes considering that she had been his baby sitter for a few years. Sam's phone rang. "GODDAMNIT!" he quickly picked up the phone. "Mercedes I'm mad at you right now...no it is not my fault that Quinn Fabray sat next to me at lun-...I know you don't like her but...oh my God will you just let me speak..." his older brother walked to the door and slammed it shut. Stevie jumped and ran down the hall to his bedroom to speak to his younger sister.

"Stacey," she stopped brushing her dolls hair and looked at her older brother, "Sam and Mercedes are fighting!" her eyes widened in fear.

"What do we do?" he rubbed his hands together.

"We have to make a plan, that's what we gotta do," they heard Sam's door fly open. He walked to their room and stared at his younger siblings.

"I...!," he exclaimed and pointed his finger in the air, "AM A FREE MAN!" the two siblings stared at their brother in confusion, "Mercedes and I are no longer an item." He said very slowly.

Stevie cocked his head to the side, "Sam ..." he raised his eyebrow, "are you crying?"

"What?" he sniffed, "no ...my eyes are sweaty." He quickly turned around and walked out.

Stevie turned to his little sister, "Teenagers are so weird." Stacey nodded in agreement. "WE can't lose Mercedes even though Sam's a big ol fat head."

"Right!" she threw her doll down. At that moment she had bigger fish to fry.

"We gotta come up with the best plan ever," he rubbed his chin, "I got it!, here's what we'll do," he walked over to his sister and whispered in her ear. During the evening time after supper, Stevie and Stacey waited patiently by their door. Sam walked out of his bedroom and yelled down the stairs.

"Taking a bath!" he walked with his towel to the bathroom and closed the door.

Stevie turned to his little sister, "Operation save Samcedes is a go," she nodded, "Are you ready Dora?"

"Ready Diego!" she gave him a thumbs up and Stevie ran out of his room to Sam's. He sat on the chair and opened his laptop. Good, it's unlocked, he shook his head, silly Sam. He typed into the browser "F" and Fat booty's popped up. Stevie's eyes widened in horror at the name, ABORT ABORT, he typed in the rest of the website he had been looking for. He looked through Sam's facebook profile and found Mercedes Jones. He clicked message and began to type as quickly as his little fingers could.

Hmmm now what would Sam say?

Yo babe, I love you so much, please do not let this Quinn thing get in the way of my feelings for you. You are pretty like Selena Gomez and I want to be your Bieber.

-Love Sam your boyfriend

Stevie read it over and nodded. Sounds good! He heard the bathroom door open and Sam coming down the hall. His eyes widened in fear and he tried to get off the computer. He heard Stacy scream. Good job Dora. He closed it and peered around Sam's door. He could hear Sam talking to Stacey in their bedroom. Stevie quickly slipped out and walked over.

"I promise there's no such thing as monsters okay?" he said to the little girl. He gave her a big hug and she looked at Stevie over Sam's shoulder and gave him a huge smile. He gave her a thumbs up and climbed on to his bed. They heard the star wars theme song from Sam's room. "Oh crap my phone," he got up and ran to his room.

Stevie jumped off his bed and ran to Sam's room with Stacey in tow. They listened quietly outside his door, "Mercedes...slow down...message what...Selena Gomez?...you want to fix this?...I love you too," Stevie turned to Stacey and gave her a high five. Sam ran out of his room and almost collided with the small blonde children. "MERCEDES AND I ARE COOKED THIN STRIPS OF PORK!" The brother and sister looked at him with confusion, Sam sighed, "Come on guys...we're BACKON, get it...bacon, the French pronounce it back on..." he shrugged and walked back into his room.

Stacey turned towards Stevie and smiled, "Good job Diego,"

"Good job Dora," Stevie pat his sister on the back and they skipped happily back to their room.

-which ones did you guys like?