SANTANA LOPEZ

SANTANA LOPEZ. GREASER. CHEERIO. 17 I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream

[greasingainteasy]

text.cooper

Cooper: I'm not trying to. I just didn't want you to leave but if you think it's best for you then what the fuck can I do?

Cooper: There isn't a wall. You basically moved out. I'm not happy about it. But if it makes you feel better I can only support you

Santana: It doesn't make me feel better. But I can't talk to you. I try and you just tell me to get over it. You know how I spent my prom night? Drunk and crying? I spend every night practically like that right now 'cos I feel like I don't even have a freaking home, specially with you.

Santana: I want to move back in but I don't know what I'm suppose to be too Michelle.

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text.cooper

Coop: That's fine. I don't want to pressure you into anything and I don't want to make you do anything you're not ready to do. I never asked you to take on being a full time parent. You don't have to be a parent to her. And I'm not living a perfect bubble of suburbia. Like, what the fuck are you talking about? I got my daughter out of a bad situation and if you don't want to be here full time because she's here full time and you're not ready I get it.

Santana: Don't make me the villain this. Got your daughter outta a bad situation, I know that and I'm not freaking looking down at it or making it any less sucky. I know she /was/ in a bad situation, but you saved her, obviously, and you guys are doing pretty damn great now, am I right? SO, why bring in my crap?

Santana: I don't know if you do, 'cos I feel like there's just this wall between us now, and everything just sucks.

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text.cooper

Cooper: You don't come see me.

Cooper: You just leave

Cooper: You tell me you miss me and you love me

Cooper: Why isn't it easy? Why can't you come back? Are you moving out?

Santana: I didn't 'just' leave, I laid it out pretty freaking detailed why I did, Cooper.

Santana: I do, just 'cos I'm not there doesn't mean it's not true. None of this changes how I feel 'bout you, but like I've gotta think about myself. I have to take care of myself too. Who else will? I don't know what I'm ready for, and all this stuff going on, why bring it home? Why bring it to you or Michelle in your perfect bubble of suburbia and stuff.

[greasingainteasy]

text.cooper

Coop: I love you too

Coop: And I miss you

Cooper: Then come home.

Santana: It's not that easy.

[trustuswecann-deactivated201801]

Rude, I’ll smack you, San. :P Thank you though.

[greasingainteasy]

Psh, if it’s directed at my ah-mazing ass, I’m all ‘bout it. Maybe I’ll have tease you more often then. Your welcome.

[marleythesoc-blog]

Oh my gosh.

Guess who gets to go to New York City this summer to see a real ballet show put on by a real ballet company?? This girl! I literally cannot contain my excitement. 

[marleythesoc-blog]

[greasingainteasy]

Skeletors and bulges in tights, sounds like every white girls dream. That’s cool though, Marls. How are you flipping that bill?

[greasingainteasy]

Does that mean that your puck/Sam/Santana and Santana/cooper rps are done? :(

Puck/Sam/Santana is definitely done unfortunately, the Sam player lost their muse, but the Santana/Cooper one is not done. It’s very slow, yes, but it’s kind of our place to go for fun and random stories we strike up for it in plottage! I am looking for more active 1x1′s and groups, so hopefully soon I’ll find those!

[greasingainteasy]

OOC: I loooove your Santana so much! Do you have any other rps?

ooc: omg this is so sweet thank you! I only have one more right now, this one, a new york au more mature tana. Hopefully I’ll find a redo canon one to drop my tana in again!

[greasingainteasy]

text.cooper

santana: i love you.

santana: i miss you a lot.

santana: i haven't woken up to something hard and pokey against my butt side in weeks.

santana: i even miss that hideous Hanson locks you had before you finally fell hair first into a pair of very skilled scissors.

santana: you haven't given me beard burn on my face during your nauseating snuggle sessions you insist on having in the morning in weeks.

santana: this all just sucks, it feels like we're not even together anymore.

[greasingainteasy]

Text: Santana.

Artie: It's too bad, I voted on you. You need to stop to lose your spotlight for some damn crap rumor. Rumors are terrible but it's necessary to face them for prove that they didn't afraid us. And that you can win despite of them.

Santana: Thanks for the pep talk Artie, but it's whatever. I can do Town Slut, I'm hot 'nough for it, that's for sure. I'll win when I'm the hell out of here.

[greasingainteasy]

text message.samtana

Sam: Incredible how you can boil everything I say down to it being me liking her. No San, but I am saying it's the both of you, and you're not as innocent in this as you seem to think you are. I haven't said shit one way or another, the two of you go back and forth on this constantly, and you both give as good as you get. And you've been calling her one just as long too. Oh give me a break with this having your back crap, she called you a name... same name you've been calling her. Nobody is the victim in this, end of story. Here we go again, unquestioned loyalty like the family dog, right? She didn't jump you in an alley, she made a comment about you that's literally the same damn thing you make about her. I didn't jump to her defense against you either, so stop acting like I'm her defender on all things. I said something to Hummel because he was being an ass unprovoked, twice. I'm not excusing the horrible things EITHER OF YOU have done to each other, which is why I didn't say anything when either one of you insulted the other.

Sam: And screw you for thinking I'm just supposed to roll over any time you snap your fingers. As far as being the one who stabbed our leader, if he can be chill with her now, I'm pretty damn sure I won't burn in hell because I don't add to the onslaught against her daily. And I'm done with all of this, when you get over your feelings being hurt because I didn't escort you to prom like some kind of fucking Prince Charming because you wanted to feed your ego, then maybe we can talk.

Quinn: So why have her back then? She's never done shit for Kurt? Hell if you actually asked I'm sure he'll tell you why he hates Q and the rest of the Socs. Q's called everyone names, so why have her back, ha? Kurt's attacked her for reason, but if you actually gave a fuck you might find that out. Just 'cos she looks like your twin sister, doesn't mean you need to protect her like so. Fact is, she said some real foul shit 'bout me, shit people will take seriously and her idiot friends swing my way and you couldn't even toss up a, don't talk 'bout her like that, but you could come to the rescue for her. That was unprovoked 'cos i hadn't even made slanderous prom queen posters 'bout her. I wasn't even talking to her when she made that comment, and we hadn't 'equally' hashed it out in days.

Santana: Can you read, on the fucking real, can you? I NEVER said i snap my fingers and you do what I say. I can write up and send over the the definition of loyalty, and it sure in the hell isn't that. I've never done anything but treat you with respect and been there for you, so you seriously need to back the fuck up with this shit. Stop making me evil. Stop trying to slander me. Stop trying to push me in the corner. You could have said no ANY time and you never did. I never have once treated you like a bitch, slave, puppy, anything. The fact you're gonna try to make me an evil bitch for telling you to come to prom with me is bull. After the several times I've watched the kids for you, cooked dinner, bought them toys? Seriously Sam? Who /are/ you? I didn't want to feed my ego, I wanted to have a good night with someone I thought was one of my best friends. I wanted to feel special when as of late I've felt like anything but. But 'ey, there ya go, I'm sure you can tell Quinn that tid bit and help her 'long in telling everyone what a lousy slut I am. Thanks for trying to reduce me to nothing to make yourself feel better.

Santana: FYI, just 'cos Cooper is acting nice doesn't mean he's over it.

[greasingainteasy]

f2f.mysteries

Santana had ditched prom, ditched her previous ‘outta town, outta mind’ ideas, and was now ditching the comfort of her bedroom and her room to head over to Sam’s.  Not even one hell of a hangover could stop her from the dramatics she planned on ensuing. Going over to Sam’s was to solely get her leather jacket she’d left over there during a hang out at the house. She was practically waltzing over in her high heels and tiny blue dress with the infamous glare in her eyes. Santana was riding on anger, but mostly hurt -- but that was an emotion that sabotaged her right mind from keeping her walls up. Santana was furious Sam was trying to blame her for a battle that had began years before and started (in her head at least) from Quinn’s holier then thou bull shit, she was hurt. Santana took family, loyalty, and the ins and outs of the gang very seriously. So the eye opening lack of loyalty Sam showed for her, but to Quinn when he plucked himself right in the middle of Kurt and Q’s conversation made her side eye in judgment, and caused her gears to start turning of what the hell was up with them. 

Santana pulled the screen door open to the house and knocked twice before Darrel opened it up for her. She didn’t even bother a pleasantry hello, but stopped by to say hi to Stacie and Stevie and give them some goodies she’d picked up along the way -- po’d at Sam or not, she always had love for those kids. After a moment or two she got up and moved on to Sam’s room. Knocking twice she walked into his room. “Tana here, came to pick up my jacket. If you want I can sit down and you can curl up in my lap. I’ll stroke your hair and you can continue to make me an evil bitch whose to blame for everything all too protect your new friend, Quinn.” 

[greasingainteasy]

Text: Santana.

Artie: Stephen Hawking. I like the nickname.

Artie: I don't know. You was looking not so nice at prom. It's prom queen situation or something?

Santana: Ya, the thick rimmed glasses and goofy as smile is a pretty great match. Your welcome.

Santana: I didn't go to prom, well a quick stop bye and I was out. Prom Queen was a major miss. I mean Britt? I know Q is trying to stir the rumor pot with a foul one on me saying I drop the V on anybody for a vote, but that's more Britt's routine, if anybody.

[greasingainteasy]

Text: Santana.

Artie: Are you okay?

Santana: Peachy, Stephen Hawking. Why?

[mysteriousbadboy-blog]

Alright, Santana, stop making judgement based off of some dumbass MTV show, you know those fuck bags from the show weren’t from Jersey, but New York. Anyway, it’s the closest shore point and my Aunt Val has a small house there, aka a trailer, but we can all fit. It’d be fun.

[greasingainteasy]

You say dumb, and I say a culture phenomenon that only certified once you go Italian you do come back with a yeast infection. I mean, I guess I’m down. I’m just scared I might catch a case of fake tanning brain cancer. I heard you turn orange and constant go in hand jerking formation for a ‘fist pump’, and while I can rock ‘bout anything, I’m not ‘bout that life. 

[greasingainteasy]

text message.madison

Madison: Oh my god, yes please. That would be hilarious.

Madison: I'm going to haunt the fuck out of your ass and drive you insane.

Madison: You're such a bitch you mean butt. :(

Santana: Oopes, I passed out. Queerio isn't even good 'nough to keep my awake for blood ridden vengeance, but I'm sure we can catch her out next time.

Santana: Pah-lease, you'll be haunting it 'cos it's cute as fuck, don't lie. ;)

Santana: I'm starting to notice all these insults include my ass in it, a fan?

[mysteriousbadboy-blog]

I’ve got to say, everyone who was involved with making the prom happen last night, you did a good job. But with last night being so awesome, it means that the rest of this weekend has to be awesome and with a prom comes a ditch day, right? So who’s up for a road trip to the jersey shore?

[greasingainteasy]

I know you have an all year ‘round Guido tan, but you should have taste. Jersey? If I wanted to see trash and street dogs yip, yap, and play I’d just look out my window.