"So I invited Jay over for dinner."
"Okay." Santana’s discovering that writing words in icing is hard, so she’s not exactly paying attention. “Do you think he’ll mind that the cake looks like it says Hoppy Birdday Joke?”
I HOPE THIS IS THE THING BECAUSE I DON’T THINK I COULD GET MORE EXCITED THAN THIS MADE ME
Day 4: Road Trip
grab a hold, don’t let go
Eventually, this is supposed to be the first half of the first chapter of a Pezberry story, so that is what it’s setting up.. but I think it can stand alone for now as a PWP piece, and honestly this too me so fucking long to write that I need it to be out in the world already.
Dantana —> Dantanchel smut. Implied eventual Pezberry. 7500 words. Untitled so far.
Before Santana could even register the shock of the cold wall against the skin of her bare back, Dani was on top of her, pushing her down on the bed, pulling the pillows out from under her to get her flat on her back.
“I’ve been waiting for this all fucking night,” she murmured into Santana’s ear, sliding her hand inside her panties. The warm, slick spot on Santana’s underwear coated the backs of her knuckles as she filled Santana with two fingers.
2.5K of Pezberry smut, prompted by thesaturnyear.
Title: This Business of Art.
Pairing[s]: Santana/Rachel, Blaine/Rachel.
Word Count: 6,820 words.
Notes: AU. Future fic. There are no explicit references to canon, but characters pop up in new and interesting guises. Inspired in part by the upcoming ‘Frenemies’ episode. Written for and prompted by the lovely nuthintasee, based around this gif (NSFW). Thank you, as ever, to itcameuponamidnightqueer for her beta and cheerleading skills. She’s totally responsible for guiding me towards writing a better ending for this and threw me some great ideas throughout. She’s awesome. I really pleased with how this came out. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Summary: When longtime Broadway rivals Santana Lopez and Rachel Berry are cast in the same film musical, they’re forced to put their differences aside for the sake of the production. Publicly, they’re America’s favourite new best friends. Privately, they’re much more than that.
“What is it they say? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?”
Title: they say you can’t go home again
Summary: Santana and Rachel attend their ten year high school reunion.
"My cupcakes were better than yours."
"I sold more."
"Thats because you showed old men your boobs, Santana."
Santana doesn’t know how they got here, and how they’re working each other out of their clothes even as they continue this ridiculous argument.
(apparently beyonce is now a part of jakeverse. don’t look at me.)
Don’t be mad when you get home. Jake knows it’s not permanent.
Santana squints at her cellphone for a minute, but decides she doesn’t need the indigestion while she’s doing Beyoncé’s hair and shoves her phone back into her pocket.
"When isn’t there?" she sighs, but she usually likes Rachel’s brand of trouble and she ends up smiling like a fool while the most amazing woman on the planet looks at her in the mirror.
Beyoncé just laughs, though. “I know that kind of trouble.”
YOU DON’T JUST GET TO PUT BEYONCÉ AND PEZBERRŸ AND JAKÉ AND A PUPPY IN ONE STORY. STOPPIT RIGHT NOW.
have I told you I love you lately?