#indiesamevans

[sheeprps]

[ 📱 — sms ] i need somewhere to crash. (utg!samtina)

[ three hours later ]  [text] oh god, do you still need a place? sorry my meeting was running late. 

[jesstasticvoyage]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe!

This goes out to everyone. *hugs*

[blaineandsamevanderson]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe!

*All the virtual hugs!*  

[ktellmeastory]

“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.” (marley x alex)

“You can’t talk to me when I’m like this?  I can’t talk to you at all!”

[see-jess-write]

leaving you was the hardest thing i ever had to do. (fabrevans)

This wasn’t a conversation Quinn wanted to have with him. She was a day away from returning to New York, her vacation wonderful yet painfully short. Their little boy, who wasn’t so little anymore but Quinn struggled to see him as an actual ten year old, was a short ways from them with a book in hand. It’d been a beautiful afternoon and the umbrella kept them in the shade. Most of the tourists were away from them, and Quinn was thankful to Blaine for sharing this place with them so they can have a semblance of privacy. 

“Can we not talk about this...” Quinn tried not to look at him, glad she chose to wear sunglasses because she rather Sam not see the sadness in her eyes. “Not right now. Not with Isaac here.”

[theindieblainewarbler]

Sebastian was forced to join this “foreign exchange student” program as a way to get some extra credit, but he was hoping nothing would come of it. Unfortunately, life had other plans and now he was on his way to the airport with his mom to pick up some kid named Sam Evans from Nowhere, USA. She made a lame sign with his name on it and everything, definitely more excited at having an American boy in the house than he was.

It wasn’t that the idea of another person in the house bothered him, it was the fact that he has to take time out of his very...busy schedule to show Sam around and basically take him under his wing. That was what bothered him. Not to mention his mother almost made them share a room until his father said otherwise, she never told him what he said to get her to change her mind, but Sebastian had a feeling it was something along the lines of “we can’t give Sebastian an easier way to seduce our guest.” Which, while he disagreed, at least let him have his own room.

He was lost in his own thoughts on the quickest way to ditch this guy when they get back to the Smythe house when his mother started grabbing his arm and pointing at a blonde that matched the picture they were given, calling out “Sam Evans!” in her thick French accent. It was only when the other teen got closer did he realize how attractive he was, which then caused a whole load of other thoughts to pop into his mind. “Bonjour! C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer. Je suis Amélie et voici mon fils, Sebastian. Bienvenue à Paris!” (Hello! It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Amelie and this is my son, Sebastian. Welcome to Paris!) For a few moments, said son was just staring at the blonde, and it occurred to him that there’s a large chance he doesn’t know French. Luckily, he’s learned enough English from joining his father on business trips. “She said it’s nice to meet you, and welcome to Paris. I’m Sebastian Smythe.”

@indiesamevans

[kitty-does-indie]

“⁇” (kurt & lucas)

@indiesamevans || “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[text➛Lucas] Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Lu...Lucie....Lucie-Lu~[text➛Lucas] So I am at that party...as you knoe...I drank some juice that I think it was...Gabriel...gavve me....no idea what was in thre but I feel A-MA-ZING!!! Oh my god.[text➛Lucas] I was a bt hesitant to go because I hought they are ,making fujn ofme when I was invited but they re all super nice! Woheeee you should have come!

[councilfm]

[text] I can’t take you seriously when you’re using that many emojis. (spideypool)

[text:] me: 👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽����👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕👽🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽 🖕 👽

[text:] you: 🤡

[cooperandthegang]

8 [sam]

“Sam..” Cooper just groaned as the other rode him, that beautiful stunning bod rolling back onto his dick again and again in the most perfect, little hungry way.  Sam was just...effortlessly sexy, Coopers’s hand ran up the small of the boys back as his head tilted against the bed heardboard. “I swear sometimes I think that ass was made for me..” Cooper teased as he shifted slightly against the bed with a little smirk. A hand brushing down around the boys side to brush over the others neglected cock.  “You want me to come in that ass Sam? Say it...” 

[nsfw-blaineanderson]

14 [v:andercest]

Blaine burried his head in between his arms as he moaned into the mattress below. He could feel his brother suddenly go primal on him. He felt the other’s fingers dig roughly into his hips as he just went at it. His whole body felt warm and aroused, from his head down to his toes. The sound of his thick ass cheeks bouncing back against Cooper’s hips echoed through the room. Never did he think he’d get this from winning a show choir competition, but he loved it. His ass clenched around Cooper’s thick girth, letting Cooper take control and do whatever he wanted. “F-faster...” He managed to say, his moaning increasing in volume as he cursed out loud.

[jesstasticvoyage]

★🤗

Thank you, Liz!!! *sends a million ★’s and 😉’s your way!!*

[ktellmeastory]

“You know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey.” (rachel x sam?)

Rachel nodded as she took a sip of her wine and took in the blond boy sitting in front of her.  How interesting it had been to come to this speed dating night to find herself sitting across a table from Sam Evans of all people.  “I do know that...although I guess the whiskey is probably a newer things, unless you were just that good at hiding that love when we were younger” she teased with a small smile and laugh.  “Um...Well I still love Broadway, skirts and drinking water when I’m sad...”

[see-jess-write]

have you already forgotten how good we used to be together? (samcedes)

It shouldn’t be this hard. Mercedes came to celebrate he dad’s 50th birthday and she thought getting in touch with Sam wouldn’t be such a bad idea. They sent countless Snaps to each other and FTed whenever she had free time. 

Fun things. 

The things friends do.

They were at the store and she wanted to get the perfect gift for her dad. Something he’d actually use and not try to pawn off to some friend or to their church. 

She’d been looking at a couple of tablets, not sure which to go with, and had he phone with all the specs with each one when Sam asked the unexpected, “Have you already forgotten how good we used to be together?”

Was this first time this was brought up?

No.

Was this the best time to bring it up?

No. 

Her phone lowered and Mercedes’ head cocked to the side, “Are you serious right now, Sam Evans? We’re in the middle of the store and you want to ask me if I forgot about us?” Her phone shut up and she set it in her pocket. 

She went up to him, trying her best to not let their history cloud he judgement but they lived in separate cities and she had a career to focus on. Mercedes’ didn’t want to hurt her best friend’s feelings but she also didn’t think it safe to admit she thought about about how things used to be with them. 

Far, far too often.

A hand went to his cheek and for the moment her soft gaze looked into those green eyes, immediatly recognizing that look he always gave her ever since they got together back in high school. 

“No.” she shook her head and talked to him, as if they were the only ones in that store. “I haven’t. We had good times. God, I can’t begin to tell you how fun things were for us. But I can’t think about that now, Sam. We’ve got two different lives right now. You’ve got your job at McKinley and I’m this close to finalizing my album.”She paused, “You know I’ll always have a special place for you in my heart...” Her hand lowered but she took his hand next; not ready to break contact.

“Lets talk about this again another time.” She squeezed his hand. “Okay?” 

[thewildestdreams]

@indiesamevans​

Continued from here: 

Biff Mcintosh was the perfect man. If Quinn Fabray could have designed and hand picked the ideal husband, he’d come out as Biff. Her apartment in New York that she shared with him was everything she could ever want. Her life with Biff was everything she could have ever dreamed of and more. Biff treated her like a princess and gave her everything she could ever want and need.  When he proposed, it felt like her dreams were finally coming true.

If that was the case, why did she feel like she was slowly suffocating? 

When Quinn decided to travel back to Lima in the weeks leading up to her wedding, she had told herself that she just needed a break. She needed to get away from all the wedding planning. A trip for relaxation. Reconnecting with Sam - her old flame - had been the last thing on her mind. However, reconnect they did, and finally, she had dropped the bomb. The day before her wedding. 

Hazel eyes adverted far away from the pain in her lover’s eyes. She couldn’t stand the sight. It took her back to their junior year and the way he had looked at her when he learned of her affair with Finn. Quinn knew there was no way she’d be able to talk herself out of this one. 

“Sam, no. This is so much more than that. I never expected this to happen...”

[karoskyintheopen-blog]

A Little Reminiscing

@indiesamevans

Dave: Hey

Dave: Is this still Sam Evans phone number?

[warbleralways]

kiss 17 (for blam)

17. …to stop them from rambling.

It was one of their annual Star Wars marathons, or as Blaine liked to call them Sam’s lectures during every single movie. It was beyond cute, of course. He loved how passionate Sam was about these films and the special place they held in his heart. He found himself growing quite fond of them as well, though it was hard to grow more fond of them when all he could hear was Sam. The other’s voice rang through his ears over and over and over again. Yes, he was getting a little aggravated. He was so aggravated, he planted the bowl of popcorn on the table and just went for it. Legs were soon swung till he was straddling the boy’s lap and his hands were planted firmly on the boy’s shoulders till he just went in for the kiss.

                   “You’re such a dork...” He whispered between kisses.