Omfg. Lol this “handsome blond singer” is for Kurt. Wow. Lol that blond dude/Kurt pairing. You know what I’m talking about. It’ll finally Kum. Praise grilled cheesus.
hope you all get the reference.
OH MY GOD.
This wins everything.
Obligatory “It’s bigger on the inside” comment.
I greeted him with a “hellooo nurse” and immediately wished the earth would crack beneath my seat and do me a favor by swallowing my corny ass. But he genuinely laughed and said it made his day; he’d always hear guys say that to the female nurses and it made him feel a little left out.
If I wasn’t already pretty much smitten, that would’ve sealed the deal.
Coffee turned into a five hour conversation and then into drinks and trivia at a bar with even more conversation and smiles and laughter and more than a little blushing on my part. We made plans to have dinner and then he put me in a cab after a very satisfying hug goodnight.
I am pleasantly buzzed and my face hurts from smiling so much. I forgot how good it feels to feel good.
Joe was like omg mama get it
Also ew dad control yourself
sure you did,
I REGRET NOTHING
No, but really Sam…c’mon son…
After an hour, FF.net finally let me post it. Sorry for the delay! Enjoy! :)
and here’s a tiny bit of what I have so far. It’s an AU fic where Bookworm!Mercedes and Barista!Sam are students at the same college.
She was strange.
Maybe that wasn’t the best word for it, but it was the first word that came to mind. Strange as in different; he didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s just that most people in the Pennsylvania college-town could be pegged as one of a few “types” within a few minutes of making their acquaintance – especially the girls.
“Um, hello? I’ve only been waiting for my latté for, like, an hour…”
Case in point, Sam thought, grudgingly finishing the latté art leaf on the girl’s order before she snatched it up in a huff. The vast majority of Greyson College students were trust fund babies who thought the Ivies were too “mainstream” for their tastes. Greyson was rather selective for being a smaller liberal arts school.
Sam was in his second year of studies towards a double major in finance and statistics; after struggling with dyslexia growing up, he’d been surprised and comforted by how well he took to numbers. Figures, formulas and statistics were cut and dry; there was always an answer, and it always made sense.
Quite honestly, there were times he felt that he compartmentalized most of his life into neat little sections. From a young age, gray areas and uncertainty were unsettling to him in a major way. He supposed it had to do with the abundance of instability he experienced. When Sam’s parents passed away in an accident ten years ago, he’d been sent to live with his aunt. The grief, coupled with his dyslexia, hadn’t made for a pleasant childhood. So now he was of the belief that quantifying and categorizing were the keys to living a normal, stable life. As his aunt always said, “Everything in its place and a place for everything.”
But for the life of him, he could not place her.
I’m hoping to finish up the chapter for you guys by tomorrow.
Now this is just adorable. Poor babies are going to have to wait another 12 years for an application to her harem though.
Seriously, the Anderberry!Siblings fans are almost as wizardy as the Faberrians