Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #281:

Courtesy of guest thinker lightbluenymphadora:

Rachel really wants to give Santana an amazing birthday. She's low-key about birthdays, and sometimes that means they get overshadowed or overlooked. But this year, Rachel is hell bent on giving Santana a fabulous day.

So she (with the help of Kurt and his boyfriend Kendrick) spends the day cutting things out of newspapers and magazines, making clues in the style of ransom notes.

Santana's Scavenger Hunt begins when she wakes up on her birthday - and it's just as extra as she and Rachel are.

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And my response tags:

i love this, all of this, i can see all of it too, santana's birthdays taking a back seat as she grows older, after her quinceañera and with the advancement of high school..., ugh, now i'm thinking about santana's home life and how she puts others she loves first, rachel's birthday surprise honestly makes santana cry later, after the party and while they're alone and santana's so, so happy and so so in love, and feeling absolutely cherished, (sure she has some wine in her but shut up - she loves her stupidly extra hobbit), my feeeeels


#282:

So maybe Rachel had daydreams about impressing Santana so much she took it upon herself to elevate Rachel into the echelons of the McKinley High popularity ladder. So maybe she also daydreamed about Santana falling so low that she had to seek out Rachel to learn how to survive and navigate the bottom rungs.

Also maybe, in the darkest part of the night, when her brain wouldn't let her control its ramblings, she daydreamed about Santana being so impressed that she fell for her, both sexually and romantically, pulling Rachel up to her level of popularity just for the simple reason she started dating her.

And also maybe, in the even darker darkest parts of the night, when she told herself she truly couldn't control her thoughts, she daydreamed about a disgraced and helpless Santana turning to her, prostrating herself in front of her and begging for her to help her survive and rebuild her life, all the while paying Rachel in sex and favors and all the other ribald, raunchy, dirty ways…

(Tumblr tags: rachel always felt dirty after those daydreams, and tried to pretend that they never ever happened, but still..., seeing santana the morning after..., she couldn't help but whimper under her breath and turn away in fear of being caught staring)


#283:

In a world where Santana's mouth always tasted like liquor:

Rachel wondered if she would ever get to experience a sober Santana's attention on her instead.

(Tumblr tags: and now for some angsty pezberry, where rachel only got santana's attention when she could blame the alcohol, or let it embolden her under the excuse of letting the shots think for her, high school or during their time at the loft..., rachel had to learn how to not let that be enough, because it truly never was enough, (past tense because it truly is in the past tense))


#284:

lightbluenymphadora sent a photoset SUGAWARADAISUKE Architects. Nojiri-ko Nature Platforms. Nagano, Japan. photos: Jérémie Souteyrat

Pezberry wins a stay at this place over Xmas break and I'm pretty sure Santana slides around the whole house in the fuzzy socks Rachel gets her.

purrpickle

YES. And they're fuzzy TMNT socks, let's be real. Rachel adores her dorky girlfriend.

lightbluenymphadora

Absolutely correct. She also got her a matching Donatello hoodie

purrpickle

God, Santana loves that Rachel doesn't make fun of her for her love, even if she's (in private) outspoken about it. Ugh. My heart.

Oh god my heartttttt again! Santana proposes on Christmas Eve while there.

Earlier that day she'd been splitting logs for the fire they kindled while Rachel made hot chocolate and talked to her through the open window. Then they'd taken a long, soothing bath together, laughing about inane things and talking about their families and how being with family is nice for Christmas, but this is nice, too, being away from everyone and NOT ending up wanting to kill each other. Talking about their futures and what they have planned for tomorrow, when they're going to Skype their parents, while Santana nibbles on Rachel's ear to try and get her to forget about the stressful workshop she has when they get back.

Then, afterwards, knowing for a fact they're just going to have to shower afterwards again, they bundle up and grab their lanterns to have on the their hike back from the small pond and waterfall Santana had stumbled upon earlier in the week. They end up having an impromptu snowball fight, Santana squealing when Rachel ends up tackling her into the snow on her back, only to turn it into a moan when Rachel leans down and initiates a hot (cold) macking session until the sun starts setting.

And then they're in the shower, Santana making Rachel squeal with cold fingers to the back of her neck, and it's a slow, easy dinner - festive, with a few glasses of wine but mainly just about cooking together and being together before cuddling on the sofa before the fire, watching a few Christmas flicks before exchanging one or two presents - simple ones, but meaningful, and it's while Rachel's admiring her new scarf that Santana shifts to get down on one knee.

(Tumblr tags: lightbluenymphadora: so that's what we're doing? pezberry holiday headcanon? okay then - it's on :D, purrpickle: PROMISES PROMISES ;D)


#285:

So maybe Santana's high school dreams were inordinately filled with flashes of Rachel's sinful legs and pouty lips and loud, annoying voice devolving into whimpers and moans and pleasured sighs - it didn't mean she actually wanted all up on the irritating sexless hobbit wonder, kay?

(Tumblr tags: KAY?, it was just like the shrubs in the shape of people, suggestions, that's all, just a vague idea of what - physically - she MIGHT find attractive, (at least after accepting her sexuality but whatever not the point!), ((so i've been working on more than one long fic-ish entry for my rptotds recently, but as i'm still working on those here's one for now :D)), ((also hobbit was not my original intended word, but as with some of the words glee used in the first seasons, i don't feel comfortable using them now in 2019 so blame the flow on that)))


#286:

When Santana started preparing coffee in the morning before her shifts, making enough for Rachel, who rose next for an early class, as well as leaving out her soy milk as she knew Rachel preferred to not have it be too cold to cool down the coffee… That's when Rachel's crush started.

(Tumblr tags: that's when rachel's crush started (in earnest), it was simply being thought of, especially when santana started letting her have some of her more expensive coffee, that drew rachel's considering attention, santana of course pretended she did it to make sure rachel wasn't insufferable due to lack of caffeine, along with 'good roommate points' she could probably collect on later, but rachel knew better)


#287:

Closing her eyes as Santana crossed her arms and sighed harshly in front of her, Rachel sniffed and pushed her hair back from her face. Her voice trembled. "You make me feel like I'm not allowed to feel what I feel."

Santana snorted, rolling her eyes and looking away. "Yeah, well, now you know how I feel."


#288:

"You are so. Blind! Rachel doesn't ultimately care about your body, or what you - aside from hopefully being not a total eyesore to look at - look like! It's about how you treat her and your "leading person qualities" - not just how you sound singing together. So for god's sakes, Santana, you have a whole hell of a lot to work on besides your duets!"

(Tumblr tags: let's be real rachel would like someone attractive, but she also knows the merits of being with someone with more integrity, and an interesting back story that makes them stick out, there's an allure and classic hollywood/broadway feel to that, so no they don't HAVE to be drop dead gorgeous, and though her life might be 'easier' with following a heteronormative trajectory, and she may not have too much experience with anyone aside from her ex-boyfriends, she ultimately just wants a leading person who will share the spotlight, (though perhaps a few steps back and to the left), with her, so yeah, santana better step up if she wants 'ALL up on her', (or, that's how... purrpickle... sees it, (god that's an old reference... but one that still comes so easily to mind!, XD, :D), ))

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And an add-on by 14andtaller-than-elise3auman:

#oh i love this #kurt is yelling it to santana one day at the apartment #hes been seeing her glances towards rachel #and rachels towards santana #he obviously doesnt tell either though when he goes to help them get one another #but santana is… well being santana #stubborn and wanting to charm her way into rachels heart without showing herself #and kurt is getting tired of it #tired of hearing santana flirt and rachel not understanding it because she wants heart and soul #and santana is only showing what she seeing with her eyes #so one day when san is ranting to him about a plan of hers #about how she will duet with rachel again so she can remember how good they were together #(that always seemed to work with finn right?) #he snaps #and yells this to her #because he just wants them to be with each other already so he can stop hearing their stupid plans on how to get with each other #(seriously though one time rachel tried to do this by trying to recreate breadstix in there apartment #lets just say the fire department got there on time before any real damage was done) #pezberry #rachel berry #santana lopez

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And my response tags:

yes yes yes yes yes


#289:

After the fourth time of Rachel squirming and looking away from her, blush high in her cheeks - hours after a highly obvious squeak and shuffle on her feet the moment she saw Santana walk into the kitchen that morning - Santana groaned, fixing her roommate with an iron glare. "Alright. Spill. You've been weird all day. Or, at least weirder than usual, which is saying something. What did you do?"

Rachel squawked. "I didn't do anything."

"Ahuh. So what's with the guilty act? Wait." Santana's glare sharpened. "You didn't touch my laundry again, did you? I swear to god, Barbra - "

"I didn't touch your laundry! Not after last time!" Rachel's face blossomed redder, and she looked away. "I…"

"What?"

Rachel inhaled, taking a moment before she made herself finish - all the while red kept creeping up to her ears, "I…I heard. Last night. I didn't mean to but I listened to you. Masturbating."

"Oh. So?" Santana shrugged, "I've heard you. And Porcelain. These walls are nonexistant and yous are not subtle."

Rachel choked, shrilled. "You've heard me?"

(Tumblr tags: 'oh so you can hear me but i can't hear you?', (not to mention kurt), 'it's not the same and you know it!', 'it isn't? how so?', 'i... i... shut up!', very articulate rachel, this is a small snipped from something that will probably never be)


#290:

Santana had almost expected it to be her parents that disowned her. Not her grandmother. Not her abuela who had raised her every weekend, cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears away whenever she'd cried and told her she was strong, a fighter, but that she'd always be there if her granddaughter ever truly needed her.

But her abuela wasn't there now. Wasn't going to be there now. And as Santana cried into Rachel's lap, Rachel doing her best to hug and comfort and cajole her to not give up hope of getting her grandmother back, kissing her tear-streaked cheeks herself, Santana didn't know if her heart was going to be able to survive the pain.

(Tumblr tags: but rachel tried, oh did she try, to get her beautiful girl to calm down enough to sleep, so she - they - could figure out what to do in the morning)