Rachel Barbra Berry. 22.
College senior, fencer, Broadway-bound star and president of the Rock Capellas. My personality, though exciting and full of surprises, isn't exactly low-maintenance. I believe metaphors are important, and there's nothing ironic about acapella groups.



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Daily Prompt 036

azura-adams:

aberryfunnygirl:

ugg-prompts:

What is your ultimate FMK? Using any celebrity currently alive.

Piper Perabo, Brittany Snow, Alexis Knapp.

I’m drooling a little bit just typing this.

It’s Supposed to Be fuck, marry, KILL, Berry.

I took it to mean the one that’d be most difficult for me to answer. I had no idea you felt so strongly about silly Tumblr games and their rules.

1 year ago on April 14th, 2013 | 4 notes

Daily Prompt 036

ugg-prompts:

What is your ultimate FMK? Using any celebrity currently alive.

Piper Perabo, Brittany Snow, Alexis Knapp.

I’m drooling a little bit just typing this.

1 year ago on April 13th, 2013 | 4 notes

Couch Midget || Pezberry

ny-citysan:

Shi- [Holds back the expletive, biting down on her tongue. Seriously, though. Crying Rachel is the worst Rachel. It sucks ass to see, and Santana has never been a fan. Her midget superpowers probably attribute to making it worse or something. Ugh.]

[Grips the girl’s shoulder gently, prompting her to get up.] Rach, come here.

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[Hugs Rachel securely] It’s okay. [Quiet, low, raspy, rubbing her back.] You’re allowed to be. It sucks.

[Bends her head down, trying to catch Rachel’s eye.] Want me to kick Q’s ass? Hide a poptart in her shoe? [Shrugs her free shoulder evenly.] It’s been a while.

[Buries her face against Santana’s neck, walls completely crumbling down when her best friend holds her. The tears multiply, and Rachel is soon sobbing against Santana, letting out what she’s been trying to hold in since graduation.]

[After a while, when Santana speaks again, she lets out a watery chuckle, readjusting against her so she can look at her.] No, I love her butt. [Sniffles and wipes at her eyes.] I’d say put it in Jessi’s, but I’m sure she’d manage to make a fashion statement out of it or something, so you may as well save yourself the trouble.

[Stays quiet for a little bit again, eyes closed, and then looks at Santana again.] It feels so wrong not wanting to be with her.

1 year ago on April 6th, 2013 | 14 notes

Daily Prompt 028

ugg-prompts:

Have you ever cheated on anyone? Has anyone ever cheated on you?

Nobody’s ever cheated on me, as far as I know. I’ve cheated and been cheated with, though. 

1 year ago on April 6th, 2013 | 19 notes

Couch Midget || Pezberry

ny-citysan:

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[Opens her mouth to respond with her initial reaction… but closes it. God fucking damnit, these conversations suck. It is a total lose-lose, because no matter what she says, she’s going to end up rallying against one of her best friends. But whatever. Berry’s the one currently trying not to go all Niagra Falls in her lap, and Fabray hasn’t even bothered to say shit all to her about this, so… you know. For now? Rachel wins.]

I’m sure she didn’t mean it that way, Rach. [Lets the girl curl up tighter, gently rubbing a slow pattern on her back.] I mean, yeah. It’s still a total dick move. But you know you mean everything to her.

I know. [Rachel nods. She knows. She’s been telling herself that for a while now. Quinn loves her, Quinn didn’t mean it, Quinn doesn’t love Jessi, Quinn loves her.] I know.

[Lets silence fall for a while clearly debating whether to say what she’s thinking. When she speaks, it’s softer than before.] I wanted to break up with her. [Stops for a moment, as if hearing it out loud had shocked even her.] For a while while we talked, I- I felt that was it. I felt I was done. And I- [Shakes her head, the first few tears rolling down her cheeks, but she sniffles and wipes them away.] I’m glad I didn’t. But I can’t- I’m not trying to punish her, I just can’t- [A pause as she tries to find the words.] I’m still hurting.

1 year ago on April 4th, 2013 | 14 notes

Couch Midget || Pezberry

ny-citysan:

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[Frowns, pushing just her head up off the sofa.] Wait. [Looks down at Rachel, clearly surprised.] Wait, seriously? I mean, clearly, I saw St. James there. But I figured she just tagged along with Lurch to see… what’s her face. [Twirls her free hand round and round, trying to come up with the name.] The one with the stick. And the less-than-sunny disposition. [Lightbulb moment, clicks her fingers in success.] Karofsky.

[Relaxes back against the couch.] Why’d she invite Jessi? Didn’t think they were that close.

[Stays silent even though she knows who Santana is talking about, choosing silence over any sort of communication as she’s been doing the past few days more often than not.] Yes. [She says simply. Yes, seriously.]

[Sighs, closing her eyes for a moment to try and think of the actual words instead of the version colored by her own feelings on the subject.] They’re friends. And apparently Jessi contributed to her education. [She manages that without a hint of sarcasm, but she can’t bite back the comment that practically forces its way out of her mouth.] By making out with her and letting her admire her dashingly good looks, I suppose.

[Another sigh, shaking her head at herself. After a stretch of silence, she speaks again, voice small.] Do you know what she said when I asked, in that sort of… you know, I-can’t-believe-you-did-that way, if she’d invited her to our graduation? [She pauses, as if there was any way Santana could answer.] She said she invited her to her graduation. [Snuggles in a little closer, lips pursing as she fights to hold the waterworks.] To her graduation.

1 year ago on April 4th, 2013 | 14 notes

Couch Midget || Pezberry

ny-citysan:

[Exhales slowly, eyes closing in tiredness.] Berry. I mean this in the nicest way possible. But your mood changes are about as subtle as someone shoving massloads of TNT up an Everest nose and pressing the plunger. 

[Pauses, deigning to look back down at the girl. Dark eyes scan over the familiar face, analysing its expression.]

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Yeah, I’ve noticed. [Her reply is softer, more considered. Concerned.] Your acting’s good, but you’ve been different. [Small beat.] Wanna talk?

It’s just- [Sighs, shaking her head. Snuggles closer into Santana, fingertips moving back and forth over the same spot on her jeans as if the motion calmed her.] 

She invited Jessi to our graduation. [Shrugs slightly, knowing how silly and trivial it sonds out loud without context.] I just- I can’t believe that happened.

1 year ago on April 4th, 2013 | 14 notes

Couch Midget || Pezberry

ny-citysan:

[Shrugs, considering.]

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Full of whiskey and sexual frustration. [Digs into her bra for a moment, pulling out a small wad of cash that she’d been storing there. Smirks, clearly tired but pleased with herself.] And tips. [Tosses the crumpled money onto the makeshift coffee table (okay, a cardboard box) in front of them before reclining back against the couch. Sinks lazily into the currently-more-than-comfortable fabric, but, you know. Keeps her lower body still so that Rachel can continue using her lap as a pillow. Shut up.]

[Rolls her head downwards along the sofa backing to look at the girl.] Any particular reason you’re camping out on the couch? [Brief pause.] You know. Other than finally embracing your hobbit tendencies. 

[Looks away, at nothing in particular.] I just couldn’t sleep.

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[Eyes wander to the closed door to her room. Their room. The thought makes her look away again, eyes finally settling back on Santana.] We’re- there’s been a bit of a bump on the road, so to speak. [Tries to infuse her voice with its usual chipper, relentless optimism, but it falls flat.] I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not at my happiest these days.

1 year ago on April 3rd, 2013 | 14 notes

Couch Midget || Pezberry

ny-citysan:

[Arrives back just after her shift to a darkened, silent apartment. Dark eyes flick over to the flashing digital clock. And… yep. 4:07. In the morning. Gross. Shucks off her boots before straightening up again, running her fingers briefly through her hair and seriously keen to just curl up with A in her room. …After a shower. Because she smells like eau du dive bar. And it’s really not the most flattering scent in the wor- wait, what the fuck?]

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[Freezes in her tracks, realizing for the first time that she’s not actually alone in the room. Because there’s a Berry on the couch. A really awkwardly positioned, yeah-your-back’s-totally-going-to-cane-in-the-morning Rachel Berry. Frowns for a moment in muted concern, wondering what on earth the girl’s doing there. Or if it’s at all connected to Rachel’s… weirdly subdued mood lately.]

[Sits down on the edge of the sofa, biting back a sigh. So she’s worried about the girl. Sue her.] 

Rach… [says gently, brushing Rach’s hair carefully out of her face.]

[Waits a short while. Gets zero response. Rolls eyes. Decides to fuck it.] Midget, wake up. You’re going to kill your back, and then I’ll have to deal with the bitching.

[Doesn’t open her eyes, voice sleepy and words mumbled when she speaks.] Don’t be mean, Santana. [The mention of her back makes her suddenly aware of how awkwardly positioned it is, and the dull ache makes her stretch and wiggle about for a few moments, trying to find a comfortable position. It just so happens that it’s practically curled into a ball against Santana. What were the odds?]

You smell like whiskey and sexual frustration. [Rachel scrunches up her nose but doesn’t move away.] How was work?

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1 year ago on April 3rd, 2013 | 14 notes

ny-citysan:

…So you do.

Rachel? Just wait right there, while I get something that is… definitely… not duct tape…

SANTANA I WILL NOT SCREAM FOR REAL BECAUSE I NEED TO SAVE MY VOICE BUT CONSIDER YOURSELF SCREAMED AT.

YOU’RE LUCKY MY LAPTOP IS IN HERE WITH ME.

1 year ago on April 1st, 2013 | 17 notes