Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #201:
Courtesy of guest thinker c-k-mack:
When Santana started making heart eyes at Dani, Rachel commented, somewhat sarcastically, "I thought you only liked blonde girls."
(She never answered when Santana asked why that mattered.)
(Tumblr tags: ughhhh this makes my heart hurtttttt)
#202:
Courtesy of guest thinker lightbluenymphadora:
Santana's proposal to Rachel was low key. Everyone, ready for a big thing, like a video being posted to Facebook for maximum likes, were disappointed with the mass text they got instead.
Rachel, overjoyed with the proposal, was totally cool with Santana smugly withholding details. It was something just for them.
(Tumblr tags: love it!, santana would be INCREDIBLY smug, if rachel was happy she was happy, and that's just how it was)
#203:
Rachel snuggled into Santana's army camo jacket. "I didn't know you liked to show patriotic flair," she commented, breathing in the scent of Santana's perfume.
Rolling her eyes, Santana still couldn't keep back a half-smirk. "It's not for the 'patriotic flare', Berry," she laughed, shoulder knocking against Rachel's, "It's for how it fits me." She lifted her chest, hand waving towards herself. "Shows off the goods."
Rachel flushed, eyes skittering away from Santana. "Oh." Her cheeks burned pink, camo jacket almost squeaking in her grasp. "I see."
#204:
Tan skin. Tan skin everywhere. Being unprepared to see it, Santana stopped, almost violently as her hand flashed out to slap against the entrance of the loft in a last ditch effort to halt herself, announcing her presence.
"Wow, Jewberry," she covered with a whistle, enjoying the jerk and unenthused glare Rachel gave her from between her legs, not moving from her criminally scantily clad Wide-Legged Forward Bend yoga pose, "Who knew you were hiding that under all that argyle and jail bait fashion?"
(Tumblr tags: okay so maybe rachel was used to doing yoga in the middle of the loft, that being the biggest and clearest space she had to do it, but not having been expecting santana to be home so soon from job hunting..., and so used to having the time and space purely for herself..., both girls were left surprised and off-kilter, and while rachel wasn't quite sure she really had a leg to stand on to, bring it up with kurt later..., she still felt like she had to, somehow, maybe?, at least to talk about how santana's dark eyed gaze upon her body made her feel yes...)
#205:
One of the most surprising compliments Rachel ever got was from a drunken Santana who grabbed her to yell, quite loudly and directly in her ear, words rushed and slurred and heated as if she had to get them out right at that moment, "Berry! Berry. Dammit. I like your face!"
(Tumblr tags: and santana after staring at rachel eyes dark, stumbled off, continuing towards where the music pumped into the room, mumbling something about how she could now tell b she got that off her chest, leaving rachel struck dumb and clutching her drink, staring after her, (one of the most surprising and WEIRD compliments definitely, especially due to who had been the one to say it, as well as sometimes rachel thought about how it could have easily been, something she herself could have said to santana while under the throws of alcohol instead))
#206:
Courtesy of guest thinker lightbluenymphadora:
Rachel's jealously wasn't a problem in terms of their romantic life. Santana was a hella attentive girlfriend, and Rachel always emphasized communication between them. Her jealousy only became a problem when Santana got famous.
It hadn't even been something Santana had been trying to do - she and 3 friends had just started a podcast that took off unexpectedly.
Finally, after months of snide comments, Santana couldn't take it anymore. "I'm sorry I got famous before you. Call me when you get out of your feelings."
(Tumblr tags: i love this, i honestly do, it hurts but it's an honest hurt, like i can definitely see it happening between the two, and that's what makes it worse/better, ugh)
#207:
When Rachel's hand impulsively reached for hers, and upon realizing the ease with which she accepted it, squeezing Rachel's fingers in hers as they chatted and teased and groaned and laughed, walking from window display to window display, enjoying their lazy Thursday afternoon, Santana knew something fundamental had shifted.
(Tumblr tags: and it felt better and more comfortable - for once - than she ever, would have thought it would, (is this high school? nyc? future? any and all, take your pick :D))
#208:
Santana may have been the one with the more noticeable dimples, but Rachel's cheekbones… Mmm, did Santana find herself wanting to run her thumbs along them, especially when Rachel's bangs and hair was so on point and perfectly showcasing of them.
…God, but was Santana such a lesbian.
(Tumblr tags: it, was, ANNOYING, also, don't ever tell anyone but junior year, especially, had been TORTURE on santana, ever since rachel showed up to school with her new hair style, it had NOT been fair, not at all, and god knows did santana punish rachel for the thoughts she'd inspired, (at least later, at the loft, when drunk and admitting all of it, did rachel get SOME sort of belated smugness out of it))
#209:
Santana knew she falling in love when Rachel plucked her reading glasses from her face, winked at her as she settled them on her own nose, and sauntered into her curtained bedroom with a lascivious smile aimed at Santana over her shoulder, enticing her to follow her.
Rachel knew she was falling in love when Santana took one look at her after she dragged herself into the loft, canceled the fancy dinner she'd already started, and pulled her into the bathroom to run her a bath, telling Rachel to rest, relax, and take her time while she made her her favorite vegetable soup instead.
(Tumblr tags: the point was both girls were still getting to know each other, and though they weren't perfect and didn't gel all the time, they still managed to surprise and endear and impress each other, emotionally, sexually, and everywhere else in between-ly, for santana - it wasn't just because of the sexual aspect of their relationship, nor for rachel - it wasn't just because of the emotional aspect of their relationship, it was just, perhaps leftover from high school, they were attempting to learn from old assumptions and views of each other)
#210:
This back-and-forth was started by c-k-mack on tumblr, and I could't resist adding to it. :D
c-k-mack
Rachel: Those lemon yellow/ lime green dresses are so hideous!
Santana: Right? I kinda wanna throw up, right now, but then people might confuse me with one of the bridesmaids.
Mercedes: Just march up the aisle already!
Quinn: *sighs and shakes her head* Honestly! How did I end up maid of honor to the only two women who could criticize their own wedding?
purrpickle
They obviously planned it all out on purpose. The hideous dresses… The "terrible" DJ at their reception that Rachel kicks off the stage so she can put on her prearranged Wedding Playlist she just "happened" to have prepared… Which Santana pulls out and replaces with her Wedding Playlist she just "happened" to have prepared… The karaoke contest Rachel challenges Santana to for control of the music… As well as the resulting heated duet that ends with Rachel throwing her arms around Santana's neck as Santana lifts her, the new wives ecstatically kissing the ever living daylights out of each other.
Also, the couple that judges together, stays together, remember? ;D (Referencing RPTOTD #57.)
c-k-mack
What the guests didn't know was that the couple had spent a month crashing weddings, just to pick out the tackiest dresses and lamest wedding dances. That is also where they found a baker tacky enough to make their gaudy colored cake with the custom hers and hers topper couple seated in a low-rider with dreidels hanging from the mirror and SNIX on the license plate.
purrpickle
Rachel hadn't been able to stomach ruining her first dance, but after that, all bets had been off. She only kicked the DJ off after he played all the "terribly stereotypical wedding songs", after all.
Also, for that wedding cake, it was actually the first of two. That awful and tacky one, which she made sure Quinn got all the great pictures of their guests making faces at or oohing and awwing over (as well as pics of herself shoving a piece of that cake at Santana's face before Santana could do it to her), and then another for their wedding album.
(Honestly, that month of crashing weddings had definitely given her and Santana lots of terrible, terrible ideas and strict vetos for the truly awful - whipped cream vodka soaked wedding cake that was then set on fire? that had been a disaster the moment it had been revealed and gave Rachel a contact buzz just from standing next to it and smelling it, not to mention how it had set the bride's hair on fire! - as well as lots of experience with the fun improvisational practice of pretending to be long lost relatives. Rachel still didn't know how Santana got away with some of the tenuous connections she'd spouted.)
(Tumblr tags: c-k-mack, this was so fun!, :D)