Connoisseur of All Things Pezberry
June 2012
Fuck you, orthodontia.
I don’t need you in my mouth, anyways.
…
Good thing you open at 7 AM today, though.
Pezberry. Santana showing up at Rachel's apartment in NYC with nowhere else to go? (prompt)
Pressing a warm mug of tea into Santana’s hand, Rachel settled into the seat across from her. “Whenever you’re ready,” she smiled, “I’m here to listen.”
Santana’s shoulders shuffled. “Thanks,” she offered, her voice thick, “But I don’t know…” Closing her eyes, she dropped her head.
Waiting, Rachel sipped her tea quietly.
A large breath left Santana’s body. “I just…” she started, voice rising, “Brittany.”
“What about her?” Smiling supportively, Rachel sat forward, her hand moving to rest on Santana’s.
Santana swallowed. “She…”
Rachel set her teacup down. Moving forward, without much coaxing, she pulled Santana into her arms. “Yes?”
Rachel doesn't think she is going to win the Tony tonight. Santana bets that she will and if Rachel does, then Rachel has to say something... salacious of your choosing.
“You are,” Santana insisted, rolling her eyes. Not bothering to look up from where she was changing Noah Jr.’s diaper, she grinned at her son. “Yeah, huh?” she hummed, pulling Noah up and cradling him in her arms, “Mommy Rachel’s gonna win?”
“San,” Rachel whined, “You have to say that. You’re my wife.”
“Fine.” Grinning, Santana arched an eyebrow at her wife. “Then, if you win…”
*
Rachel stared out at the audience of her peers. “Well,” she cleared her throat, “This sucks. Because…” She made a face. “My name’s Rachel Berry-Lopez, and my wife, Santana Berry-Lopez, is a hot bitch.”
(Pezberry) Did you just smell my hair?
Santana closed her expression. “You’re delusional.”
“No,” Rachel pressed, “You smelled me!”
uh, quitt duck pond
“Here,” Quinn smiled, pulling out another bag of bread.
“Quinnie! Thank you!”
I've run out of 12 word fic prompts. D:
And I was just getting into the groove. :(
Samchelpez
Sam exhaled deeply. “Wow.”
Santana and Rachel snuggled into him, spent. “Yeah.”
I would like to see something where Lauren Zizes puts Santana in her place. Please and thank you.
“Santana,” Lauren growled, ”No one cares about you. Every one hates you.”
Sooo, can I just say, I love your Brittberry drabbles and stuff. I think they are such an unlikely pair and it's so much fun to read them. I usually ship Brittana but from every other ship I actually like Quitt the most and now, thanks to you, Brittberry. =)
Aww, thank you! Brittberry is such an interesting ship to write about, and it makes me happy to hear that someone appreciates what I do. :D I am honored!
Do you have a job?
Currently, no. But I’m going to get one before summer ends, I have promised this.
How drunk are you? Wait, are you even of age?
I’m just on the bottom edge of buzzed. Meaning, not very. You’ll be able to tell when I am because I start to post random text posts.
And I am 25. :}
Romantic Hummelberry
Rachel huddled in close. “Kurt…?”
Kurt swallowed, slowly hugging her back. “…Yes.”
Sarah! It's bed time! Go to sleep!
Uhm… It’s 11:55 PM. And it’s my last day before I pick up my mom Monday night. HELL NO am I not spending it drunk writing!
But you’re sweet to care about me. :}
