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Pezberry prompt: tease

Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #392

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"Tease."

Rachel laughed, teeth biting her lower lip a second later. "Me?" she asked, hand pressed close to her chest, eyelashes fluttering deliberately.

Snorting, Santana rolled her eyes, hands cupping Rachel's hips just enough to tug her forward, Rachel laughing again and propping her hands against her shoulders in response, their bodies barely touching.

"Oh c'mon," Santana murmured, smirking as her thumbs slipped under Rachel's blouse, stroking along her warm skin, voice arrogant and cajoling, "You's knows you's want this."

And, "So what if I do?" Rachel asked saucily, smile wide and teasing as she stroked Santana's collar bone and trapezoid in turn, eyes closing as Santana slowly tilted her chin up for a kiss, "Doesn't mean you're going to get it..."

Exhaling into a groan, eyes dark and smirk hot as she pulled back from their kiss, Santana teasingly dug her fingernails into Rachel's hips to make her squeal. "Like I said. TEASE."

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #395 - Prompt from an anon: "Stop having loud arguments outside my door.”

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"Stop having loud arguments outside my door."

Flinching back, Rachel immediately averted her eyes from the woman glaring at her from the apartment next to hers. Sucking her lower lip into her mouth, she raised her eyebrows at Kurt, ticked off enough to make him answer.

Kurt cleared his throat, straightening and plucking tightly at his shirt. Twisting to face the woman, he darted a quick glare at Rachel before starting stiffly, "Sorry if - "

But the woman was already turning her key in her lock and stepping around them, dark eyes searing into Rachel's before she unimpressively took in the both of them. "Because it's exhausting," she spoke over Kurt as if he wasn't there, "Neither one of you is cute enough to get away with your voices screeching into my me time. And my me time?" She made a point of meeting Rachel's gaze, almost daring her to say something, "Not as often as you might think." Then, taking in the both of them again, her glare sharpened, plush lips twisting. "So, stop. 'S not cool."

Watching the woman stalk away, Rachel barely registered Kurt falling into step with her. "Was she..."

"Exactly your type?" Kurt huffed, crossing his arms, eyebrows twitching with the remembrance of their earlier argument, "Oh girl, PLEASE."

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #394 - Prompt from an anon: "I can’t always think of witty comebacks.”

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"I can't always think of witty comebacks."

Catching the possible melancholy that accompanied Santana's huffed words, Rachel frowned, looking up from her magazine. Watching Santana toss her phone down and click the television on again, after a measured moment of waiting for Santana to say more, she went back to her reading.

'Wonder who she's texting?' she mused to herself, turning the page in her magazine and pushing her hair behind her ear a second later, 'Quinn, or... No, I don't think she feels secure enough about her friendship with Quinn right now to be that open.' Idly picking at a perfume sample, debating if she needed to raise it to her nose or not, Rachel glanced up again as Santana's phone vibrated.

Santana's lips quirked, dimples flashing as she pulled her phone back up. Interestingly, this time she did not pause the tv, and Rachel pretended to pay attention to the screen in case she was going to be checked to see if she was watching.

Santana's flip flop of amusement and ennui only served to confuse Rachel more. 'Unless it's a new person texting her, of course,' Rachel sighed, internally shrugging her shoulders. In lieu of asking and giving up how much she was paying attention to her roommate, after listening to Santana tap away at her phone for a few minutes, she went back to her magazine yet again.

The shift of clothing and sproing of their couch barely prepared her for the press of Santana's finger against her cheek. Rachel, startled, slapped her magazine down onto her thighs, Santana's amused, dark eyes sparkling at her.

"Just thought you should know Quinn's comin' in on the late train. Might wanna hide your shrine of her AFORES she thinks you've been pinin' for her since high school."

Trying to ignore her cheeks getting warm with indignation, Rachel jerked her head back from Santana. "I do not have such a shrine, Santana, and you know as much," she groused even as she stood up, preparing to clean her room for company. Tucking the magazine under her arm, she paused and turned back. "Is this... Are you two...?"

Santana shrugged, suddenly not looking up from the tv.

"It's fine to say if you two are letting yourselves be friendly again," Rachel encouraged patiently. Unbidden, her fingers unseen around the edges of her magazine tensed.

"Oh god. NO kumbayahs," Santana groaned, rolling her eyes before fixing Rachel with an unamused stare, "It's been a couple a months." She slowly smirked. "I gotta know if that stick up her ass has been removed."

Spluttering out a protest, Rachel, as smoothly as she could, turned on her heel and marched to her room.

'Of course,' she grumbled to herself as the blanket swung closed behind her, 'JUST like Santana, making me not know how to feel.'

Her magazine slapped down onto her bed.

'UGH!'

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Prompt: “mommy, mama needs you”

Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #393

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"Mommy, Mama needs you."

Looking up from the script she was perusing, Santana smiled, reaching out to pull Marisol into a hug against her side, her other hand placing the sheaf of papers down. "What's this now? Mama needs me?"

Marisol nodded, giggling as Santana gently tickled her. "She - Mommy! Stoooop! She-she wants your help with Biscuuuuuit!"

Biscuit being their new three month old golden retriever currently being given a bath by Rachel and Marisol's older brother, Jorge, Santana relented and let her daughter go, grinning as Marisol huffed at her, a spitting image of her Mama.

"Alright, Mari, let's go wrangle ourselves a baby puppy!"

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Half expecting to come upon a scene right out of the movies that her agent was starting to insist she consider a la Beethoven, Santana was a little bit disappointed to find that her wife only needed her to grab a towel from the laundry to wrap up the soaking wet puppy wriggling in her arms, the other towels already wet and crumpled on the bathroom floor.

"Thank you," Rachel let out between dodging eager puppy licks on her face, shaking her head to tell Jorge to wait as he moved in to take Biscuit into his own arms, "I didn't want even MORE water on the bathroom floor."

"Of course, hon." Ushering their children to the living room where Biscuit's extra bed waited in front of their roaring fireplace, Santana's heart warmed as she watched her daughter and son drop to join Biscuit on the floor as soon as Rachel let him down. Already reaching for Rachel's hand as she straightened, lacing ther fingers together as she turned to brush a kiss along her forehead, Santana chuckled as she heard Jorge complain about wet fur. "Yeah... It was a good idea gettin' a puppy."

Smiling, pressing her own kiss to Santana's cheek, Rachel nodded. "I agree."

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Pezberry prompt: space

Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #391

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"Space." Santana intoned, heart dropping to the bottom of her stomach, her shoulders almost physically wavering back, "You want space?"

"What?" Sitting up, her braids sliding along her pajama top, Rachel reached out for Santana's hand, fingers tightening around hers before she could pull back, "Santana, no! That's not what I meant."

Santana swallowed, averting her eyes as they started to burn. "You just said you wanted space," she said flatly, the beginning of reactive anger starting to curl around the edges of her words.

Squeezing her hand and sliding forward, her pile of stuffed animals toppling to the ground, Rachel stopped with her leg hooked around Santana's, propped onto her lap and tugging her to face her, her other hand cupping roughly around her cheek. "Oh no, no you don't, Santana Lopez," she stared fiercely down at her, MAKING her look at her, "You are going to LISTEN to me. That is NOT what I meant."

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Pezberry prompt - "You worry too much"

Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #386

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"You worry too much."

"And YOU don't worry enough," Rachel sighed, tucking hair behind her ear as she turned, her other hand idly swirling her wine glass before taking a sip.

Audibly rolling her eyes, Santana stepped to her side, shoulders almost brushing against Rachel's as she sipped her own wine. "Look. It's a foregone conclusion that Blaine'll make a scene. Seein' Kurt with his new white chocolate goodness, you know the hobbit 2.0'll freak. But." And here she turned, giving Rachel a full, red-lipsticked smirk, "Why not just enjoy the dramatics? After all." She leaned in, lips ghosting along the shell of Rachel's ear, making the other woman shiver, "Wasn't it not too long ago we sat back like Porcelain and did the same thing with OUR relationship?"

"Santana..."

"Mm-mn, no. The reveal was half the fun!"

Sighing, a smile flirting along her lips, Rachel pressed her forehead against the side of Santana's head, curling into her. "Yes, but... It's different, okay? You and me... Sam and I and you and Brittany were already broken up. Kurt only moved on after Blaine cheated on him again. And even though he cheated..."

"...Blaine's still your friend, I know." Exhaling, physically rolling her eyes this time, Santana pressed a quick kiss to Rachel's forehead, thumb already rising to wipe the lipstick away. "God, why can't you just let me ENJOY the party instead of CARING during it?"

"Because then we wouldn't be partners, would we?" Smiling at Santana, Rachel squeezed her arm. "Look. Just, stick near Kurt, okay? For me? I'll watch for Blaine."

"Yeah, yeah." Already making herself move on to thinking about the free wine she'd get while on 'guard duty', Santana sent her girlfriend a searing, heated look. "Just remember what happened LAST time when we were at a party like this." She licked her lips. "I'm definitely thinkin' it's time to have a repeat performance."

Rachel swallowed, her fingers tightening around the stem of her wine glass. "Oh... Yes. I'd like that, too."

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Pezberry prompt: shadow

Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #390

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Shadow. It was all shadows, dancing along her.

Rachel swallowed, watching the line of Santana's jaw ripple as she stopped to take a deep breath, the girl's nostrils flaring as most of Brittany's family ignored her, dark eyes darkening further as she actively turned away.

Eyes dipping to take in Santana's nails biting into her palms, Rachel's mouth screwed, eyelashes fluttering. It wasn't her fight.

It wasn't.

But still.

Still.

Watching the anguish on Santana's face... Watching how Brittany didn't catch it as her aunt drew her into a conversation about the future away from Sue and the Cheerios and the girl at her side, getting lost, Rachel couldn't help inhaling and moving in, fingers catching around Santana's to make her look at her.

"Hey," she cleared her throat, awkwardly grinning at her, hiding the tremble as Santana's glare seared into her, Brittany continuing to distractedly move away from them as Santana's fingers flexed in her grip, "Mind if I join you? I don't know anyone else here, you see, and I just..."

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"That's all I ask, okay?"

Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #388

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"That's all I ask, okay?"

Sucking in a deep breath, jaw pulled back to match the unfocused look in her eyes, Santana raised her hand in a 'pause' motion, eyes closing as she cleared her throat a few times, "No, no, no. Hold on. Jesus." Dramatically curling her fingers to keep her pointer finger up, she furrowed her eyebrows, hair falling in front of her face.

Amused despite her anxiety, Rachel smiled around her lip, teeth leaving indents in her skin; to think people called HER the dramatic one.

Finally, exhaling through her nose, Santana lifted her head, expression smoothing as she ran her hand over hair, looking for all the world like nothing bothered her. "Alright, Berry," she intoned, dark eyes sharpening like her smirk as they met Rachel's, "For two hundred dollars, I'll pretend to be your girlfriend."

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #382

One sentence prompt from @pauladeroma: "I can't believe you bought this..."

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"I can't believe you bought this..."

Looking over to where Rachel was turning the plump fish covered cat pillow over in her hands, shaking her head with a confused, “What a strange choice of new couch pillow…” Santana grinned nervously as she placed a cardboard box down in front of her.

“So… Remember how my coworker’s cat had kittens three months ago…”

Something in the box moved and Rachel’s eyes laser focused on it.

“An’ you ‘n me discussed gettin’ a cat at some point…”

Rachel’s eyes kept getting bigger and bigger, the cat pillow tightening in her hands, breath excitedly leaving her mouth as Santana opened the carrier and reached in.

“No no you didn’t you did - Santanaaaaa!!!” Her squeal dying down as Santana gently placed a calico kitten into her arms, Rachel could only lean into Santana’s kiss to her cheek and hug as she stared down at their new incredibly soft and small kitten meowing up at her. “Oh. Santana.”

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #378

One sentence prompt from @pauladeroma:  This seat is taken... By my future wife

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“This seat is taken... By my future wife.”

“Then it’s a good thing she’ll agree to share you for the weekends,” Quinn quipped as she dropped into the seat next to Santana, reaching out a second later to slap her shoulder, “God, you’re disgusting. What happened to you?”

Slapping her friend’s hand away, Santana made a face at her as she brushed her hair back, “Shut up, Q. Just ‘cuz you’s jealous of what me n’ Rache have, doesn’t mean you needs to lie about how awesome I a– hey!”

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #387

Rachel was afraid of flying.

Maybe that's why Santana scared her.

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #374

This is a initial ask and reblog back-and-forth AU from 2015 with @pauladeroma that I recently re-stumbled upon. It made me smile, and I’m happy to share it again within my RPTOTDs.

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CAN YOU IMAGINE RACHEL GETTING THAT 'second best teacher ever' NOTE AND BRINGING IT HOME TO SANTANA, SULKING? I can just imagine how Santana would go about making her feel better...

pauladeroma

I was thinking the same thing. Lol, but imagine if Santana was also a teacher and she was the one that got the first best teacher note?

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YOU ARE EVIL.

…But it’s also kind of adorable?

Teacher!AU!

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And Santana tries to hide her note, but Rachel finds it anyway.

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Cue passive aggressive huffing Rachel, stomping around their home and pouting, with her arms crossed, no matter how many times Santana tries to kiss it away.

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Then Santana works with their mini students to write a big card with all the things they love about Rachel.

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Then she arranges a mini-assembly to make a big deal of presenting it to Rachel in front of their students (I’m seeing Santana as the teacher who goes class to class to do arts and crafts, oddly, while Rachel’s a general ‘in classroom’ teacher), with two students presenting it to her with giant smiles. And of course Rachel looks at the glittery, gluey card and tears up, completely overcome.

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What if she proposes? *.*

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“You’re my number one teacher. My number one everything. And I can’t see myself without you. I love you, Rachel Barbra Berry. Will you marry me?”

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Imagine all students squealing and running to hug their legs when Rachel says yes.

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They scatter, of course, squealing and groaning, hands over their eyes and innocently retching when Santana wraps her arms around Rachel, kissing her soundly with unable-to-stop-smiling lips. It’s sweet and gross, and the children aren’t sure how to react.

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They laugh, and Rachel tells Santana she wants one, and Santana is all: “Wow, wow, calm down Rachel, we just got engaged, I haven’t even put the ring on your finger. Let’s get married and (whispering) gets my honeymoon on first.”

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“You’re right, of course,” Rachel concedes, “But now that we’re officially taking the next step in our relationship, maybe we could start with that puppy I’ve been wanting? Tina’s is having puppies, you know, and I really think we could…” 

And the kids start jumping up and down, drowning her out with shouts of, “Puppy!”, one of the kids popping up to chatter excitedly at Santana, “Pretty please, Miss Lopez? So you can bring it to school and we can play with it?” 

“Yeah! Puppy!” the kids continue to chorus.

tags: santana's all 'when did this become a group decision?'

pauladeroma

Can you imagine Santana getting romantic advices from 6-year-olds? 

"Let her have the last cookie, Miss Lopez!" 

"Let her use your favorite pencil!" 

"Tell her you don't care about her cooties!"

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“Let her swing on the swings an’ push her!” 

“Give her a flower every day!” 

“And never ever tell her she annoys you even when she does. That’s what my parents do and they’ve been married for forever.”

Santana finds it amusing while Rachel is utterly charmed.

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #377

One sentence prompt from @pauladeroma:  I gave you everything that you wanted

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“I gave you everything that you wanted.”

Santana swallowed. “Did you?” she asked, red eyes burning as a tear slipped down her cheek before she rubbed it away. Her voice broke. “Because I gotta tell you, Rache, you breaking my heart wasn’t anything I fucking wanted.”

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #379

One sentence prompt from @pauladeroma:  If you had just one wish, what would it be?

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“If you had just one wish, what would it be?”

Rachel stared up at the stars, suddenly feeling like the question was so much bigger than it was meant to be. She had to bite her lip before she blurted out, “For us to stay friends forever,” already deathly afraid the girl lying in the grass next to her would disappear just as quickly as they’d become friends once she left for Cheerios Bootcamp next week. Because high school was scary and unknown and Santana was amazing and fearless and suddenly everyone would see her and know who she was - and as her fears welled back up, Rachel had to stop herself from shifting closer to her calm, warm side.

Finally, as the stars swam in her vision, Rachel forced a trembling smile and whispered, “You know; to be the youngest EGOT winner in history,” instead of the yearning, thick, “I love you; please don’t leave me behind,” that clawed and crowded in her throat and wanted to burst free.

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #373

When Santana showed up at the apartment to tell her and Kurt that she was moving in, the only thought in Rachel’s mind was how long they were going to successfully ignore the fact that they’d had sex the last time Santana had visited.

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #385

One sentence prompt from anonymous: "You were on watch last."

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"You were on watch last."

“Yeah, and you were the one who came to relieve me.”

“That… That literally does not make any sense, Santana!” Accenting her words with a stomp of her foot, Rachel huffed crossly when Santana only sharpened her glare. “God! It’s when I ‘came to relieve you’ that,” she jabbed her finger in the direction of Beth’s empty bed, “You noticed she wasn’t in there! So she was already gone!”

“Or,” Santana retorted, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows pointedly, “It’s because you surprised me by shoving your tongue down my throat when you got here that allowed her to escape.”

Rachel gasped, her ears turning pink. “I, no, that’s not - you were hardly complaining.”

Santana rolled her eyes. “Sweetie. Keep up. I’m not complaining now.”

“It sounded like you were!”

“I wasn’t! God, you would be so much hotter if you only used that mouth of yours on me instead of arguing all the time!”

Rachel gasped. “How dare you? Then, well, guess what, Santana? See if I ever kiss you again!”

Santana rolled her eyes again, shrugging dismissively. “You wouldn’t last five minutes. You’s know how good I is.”

“Not as good as you obviously think you are!”

Behind the bickering duo now lost in fighting about making out instead of the child they had yet to look for outside the room, in the doorway staring disbelievingly at them with said child safely in his arms, Sam didn’t bother protesting when Quinn pulled him away and back down to the living room couch with a thunderous, fed up, “Those two absolute idiots,” hissed under her breath.