i'm numba wah.

noah puckerman. 24 years old. a&r rep at atlantic records. in love with rachel berry. nyu graduate. living in new york city. best friends come in form of one asian and a token blond. {rp account for brokendreamsrp, no glee affiliation and gifs used aren't mine }

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ooc~

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PUCKY PUCK! I miss you o_0 (:

hey brit, miss you too.

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@puck; home sweet home.

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“Whatever you’re in the mood for tonight, baby,” Rachel grinned as he walked back in the kitchen, tipping her head back for a quick kiss as she continued stirring her cake mix, only stopping to briefly rub Diamond on the head as he padded in after. “As long as it doesn’t take too long,” she added thoughtfully. “I miss curling up with you, and if we really have tonight for ourselves I want to spend as much time in bed with you as possible. Er” — she caught herself and flushed bright red — “you know what I mean.” Finally satisfied with the texture of her batter, she slipped it into the oven, resting behind him to press her chin into his back and wrap her arms around him from behind, one hand sliding up his shirt to rest comfortably against the warmth of his abs. “I love you, Noah,” she said quietly, grinning into the folds of his shirt.

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He laughed at her comment and nodded, pulling the tortillas from the fridge along with the already cooked chicken to make himself chicken quesadillas while making her just plain was. They didn't take long at all to make, he just heated up the chicken on a skillet and on the other one, he heated up the wraps. After dicing some tomatoes, green onions and pulling out the sour cream he started assembling them. About 20 minutes later he was all done and plating them up. "Alright, just as you asked, something quick and easy," he winked, turning around and then leaning in to kiss her softly. "And I love you too baby," he responded finally. 

It'd definitely been too long since they spent time like this together, but she was going out there and doing what she wanted in life and that made him stupidly proud of her. He considered asking about how the play was going but while he did care, he figured she'd much rather just spend some time together not thinking about their jobs and just paying attention to each other. "Don't think I didn't hear that comment about getting me into bed," he teased as he walked their plates over to the table. 

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docpopandlock replied to your post: the fuck did i walk into?

Oh snap. Pookie, long time!

work’s been kicking my ass, bro.

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Same.  In my case, school and scraping by as a part time dance instructor.  I find myself crashing at Sammy boy’s since it’s closer to school than our hood.

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I haven't made a Mike pillow yet, so there's still time to hang out with me.

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docpopandlock replied to your post: the fuck did i walk into?

Oh snap. Pookie, long time!

work's been kicking my ass, bro.

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keepcalmandspeaknavi replied to your post: the fuck did i walk into?

Don’t be jealous dude. I still love you too.

jealous.. yeah, let's go with that.

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the fuck did i walk into?

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@puck; home sweet home.

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Rachel giggled softly as hard, muscular arms wrapped around her waist and her boyfriend’s lips slid along her neck; the hand mixing her cake batter stilled as she reveled in his closeness. She couldn’t remember the last time they had a night like this, and the warmth in her stomach was already stirring in excitement. She kissed him back sweetly, chasing his lips as he pulled away, licking her own to bask in his taste. All of the stress of her performance, of her work, of trying to maintain her hours in the diner and at the show melted away with nothing more than the rough tenderness of his voice.

Finally abandoning her cake batter for a moment, Rachel spun around in his arms, linking her fingers behind his head and reaching up to kiss him more thoroughly, quietly moaning as he nipped at her lower lip. She pulled away slowly, smiling shyly at him “I missed you,” she whispered, tucking her head against his chest. “And I am all yours tonight. Not that I’m not every night, of course, but Cindy was sick today so Paul let us out of rehearsal early. I was actually just about to put a chocolate cake in the oven for you. I hope that’s okay. How was work?”

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"Cake is always okay babe," he informed her, smirking then kissing the top of her head. "Thank Cindy when you see her again," he teased. He wouldn't purposefully make her feel guilty about spending so much time away, but he really couldn't hide the excitement on his face when she said he was all his tonight. He let out a sigh when she asked about work, shrugging his shoulders and holding her tight. "Work was work, you know how it goes. Thankfully I don't have any open mic nights to go to, tonight," he smirked. "I would've missed out on having time with you and that shit wouldn't fly." 

He kissed her a couple times before backing away. "I need to get out of these clothes, then I'll come start dinner for us and we can pretend no one else in the world exists tonight," he winked, spanking her ass lightly before jetting towards their shared bedroom. It'd been months since she moved in, and he couldn't be happier, really. Everything was really good between them, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Once he peeled off his suit and slipped into more comfortable attire, he joined her in the kitchen again. "What should I make?" he asked, wondering if she had any specific cravings tonight. 

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@puck; home sweet home.

As much as Rachel loved having a regular job, as much as she loved the chance to sing and act and perform everyday, and as much as she loved her new show — for the first time, she missed spending so much time at home.

Or, really, she just missed spending so much time with Noah.

Everything had really picked up for them since they first moved in together, from his new promotion at work to her picking up more shifts at the diner to her new show. She thought that, when you moved in with someone and when you took your relationship to this “new level,” you became closer and saw each other more. But now it felt like she never had enough time to spend with him.

At the beginning, though, it was the little things she loved doing — taking the time to bake him cookies in the middle of the afternoon just because she wanted to, picking up his favorite food for dinner to be waiting for him when he got home from work, surprising him with back massages as they curled up to television. And that’s what she missed the most — just being with him, just taking care of him.

She entered their apartment with a small, determined smile on her face, a light bounce in her step, and hung her purse carefully over the arm of the chair which has since become its spot; and, after skimming the shelves in the kitchen, she decided she was going to go back to those things, to take advantage of the time she had before Noah came home after a long day at work, and she was going to bake him a cake.

She had just finished adding vanilla extract to the mixture, humming What Kind of Girl Is She? lightly to herself, when she heard the door open and felt her pulse speed up slightly. “Hi, baby!” she responded cheerfully, glancing up from her mixing and trying to wipe away the flour she was convinced was still covering her cheek.

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Puck had had a ridiculously long day at work and he definitely didn't expect anything when he got home. He'd gotten used to walking into an empty apartment again only this time, he didn't mind it so much. Of course he missed his girl, without a doubt, but knowing she was out there doing what made her happy kept him from being too upset about it. His job kept him out of the house quite a bit, even late nights to scope out new artists in their element; open mic nights. Thankfully, tonight wasn't one of those nights. He slipped his key in the door and anticipated Diamond's attack but was shock when the dog didn't come greet him.

It was only then he noticed Rachel's bag hanging from the chair, he grinned widely to himself as he loosened his tie and walked over to the kitchen. "Hey you," he greeted right back, walking over to her and enveloping her in one of those hugs from behind that let her know she'd been missed. It went without saying that he did but he still buried his face in her neck and groaned. "I missed you," he mumbled against her skin, pulling away slightly only to tuck his fingers under her chin and kiss her softly. "Does this mean I get you all to myself tonight?" he grinned. He had no idea when was the last time they got to spend any real quality time together, so needless to say he was excited. 

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Baby! I got a call back!

Congrats, baby! I'll come home early and we'll do some celebrating.

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Damn, I missed my bros.

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You’re such a sap. But I missed you too.

Puckerman, not so much.

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whatever, you know i’m your favorite.

[ms-lopez-deactivated20200713]

You wish.

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You know I am, Satan. Don't deny it.

[docpopandlock-deactivated201302]

Damn, I missed my bros.

[ms-lopez-deactivated20200713]

You’re such a sap. But I missed you too.

Puckerman, not so much.

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whatever, you know i'm your favorite.

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you doubt me now but just wait. 

[ms-lopez-deactivated20200713]

Wait for what? Food poisoning? 

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you know what? you can sit at the kids table.

[ms-lopez-deactivated20200713]

But isn’t dinner with you, Mike and Trouty Mouth pretty much the kids table already? 

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The girls balance us out.

[ms-lopez-deactivated20200713]

Still, the three of you should still have your own table so us girls can have a dinner like grown ups.

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you’re hardly a grown up, satan.

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Bitch, please. I’m more grown up than the three of you put together.

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Hahaha.

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you doubt me now but just wait. 

[ms-lopez-deactivated20200713]

Wait for what? Food poisoning? 

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you know what? you can sit at the kids table.

[ms-lopez-deactivated20200713]

But isn’t dinner with you, Mike and Trouty Mouth pretty much the kids table already? 

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The girls balance us out.

[ms-lopez-deactivated20200713]

Still, the three of you should still have your own table so us girls can have a dinner like grown ups.

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you're hardly a grown up, satan.

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you doubt me now but just wait. 

[ms-lopez-deactivated20200713]

Wait for what? Food poisoning? 

[numbawahbadass]

you know what? you can sit at the kids table.

[ms-lopez-deactivated20200713]

But isn’t dinner with you, Mike and Trouty Mouth pretty much the kids table already? 

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The girls balance us out.

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you doubt me now but just wait. 

[ms-lopez-deactivated20200713]

Wait for what? Food poisoning? 

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you know what? you can sit at the kids table.