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At this point, Rachel had no idea what she and Noah were to each other. One minute they were fantastic and the next they were on the outs. Half the time she felt like she was on an emotional roller coaster and truth be told, she wasn’t quite sure if the highs were worth the ride. Today though she needed him. She was nervous and stressed. The critics were going to be at her show. Watching her every move and listening to her every note. Something Noah didn’t seem to care about. So she left the apartment without word. While she didn’t have any long term plans for after the show, she did know a drink was in order. Luckily the bar nestled in the theater was still open by the time she’d gotten all the green paint off her body. That’s when she saw a familiar and truly welcomed figure. She didn’t know what he’d say to her question, but when he did speak, his words warmed her heart. How could they not? In that moment, nothing they previously said to one another mattered. All that concerned her was figuring out the best way to convey her feelings. So, instead of saying anything, she closed the gap between them, cradled his face and pressed her lips to his, “Thank you,” she murmured before allowing herself a moment to get lost in his kiss.

why did you come? ❜ - Rachel

Puck had debated on coming. He had been toying around the idea of it for days. He had been an absolute ass to Rachel, so why would he show up? Here he was, straightening his tie, wanting to look his best for her. She couldn't have a slob running around supporting her.

Hand rotated the glass in his hand, liquid sloshing around, yet not spilling. When he heard that voice, he knew at that moment who exactly was talking to him. Spinning around, eyes landed on Rachel. "I came for you, Rach."

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It needs to be said and heard: it's OK to be who you are.

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Sam Claflin from HERO #10 magazine (Oct 2013)

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The party was in full swing and Will couldn’t be happier: his close friends and their close guests, all warm and cozy as the weather began getting crisper, enjoying one another–in every sense of the word. He had just finished delivering a round of drinks (one of his last duties as host before he could truly let his hair down) and walked back into the kitchen to find Riley seated atop the counter, enjoying her drink.

Feeling coy, he took it from her hand, took a sip, then handed it back to her before settling his hand on her thigh.

“Having a good time?”

After Will took a sip from her glass, she made it a point to turn it, so she sipped from the same spot as he had. “Mmmm,” she hummed while blanketing his hand with her and guiding it further up her bare thigh. “We both know I love a good party as much as the next girl and your friends have been incredibly attentive, but  there’s really only one person I’m interested in partying with and,” she trailed off long enough to part her boot covered legs, “he’s finally standing right in front of me. Think you could spare a few minutes for an old friend?”

With that, she polished off her drink and placed it onto the granite counter. 

“I’m really in the mood to play.” 

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We never worked to find chemistry, it was just sort of organically grown from meeting. We met for the first time and it felt we should have met before or we had met before but without actually meeting. When we met it was like, “I feel like I’ve known you my whole life!” It got to the point where at the moment I see tears in her eyes I kind of start tearing up, even if it was inappropriate for the scene.

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Sam hated every moment and very nearly punched the stylist when he ignored him. Well, his eventually surrendered. No makeup, no body paint and no strange colour in his hair. The Capitolites liked him well enough the way he was. And he wasn’t going to make himself one of them.

The outfit was impossible to avoid, though. No matter how he protested, he was forced into the Apollo-like outfit. He was grateful that they went with more fabric than some of the statues implied.

And with all the arguing, it was no surprise they made no idle chit chat with him. If they said anything like what they’d said to Emma, they’d have been drowned in their own face paint.

He was fussing with the last bit of gold chain when Emma was bought through. And when he saw her, his heart leapt into his throat. They’d done such a- he stepped down from his platform and touched Emma’s cheek like they’d been lovers for so long. ‘She’s radiant however she’s made up.’

The words weren’t untrue. She was a beautiful woman. But the way he looked at her implied love. He didn’t know the girl. So how could he love her?

As soon as Sam’s hand came to gently rest on her cheek, Emma was lost in his touch. Instinctively, she rooted against his palm and gazed up at him adoringly. From the moment they’d met, Em had known she felt affection for him, but she never once thought it reciprocal. At least not until now. 

Truth be told, if it hadn’t been for all the prying eyes, Emma would have risen on her toes and pressed a kiss to his perfectly shaped lips. However, not wanting to give more gossip material to their interlopers, the brunette refrained. 

Instead, she offered him a warm and loving smile before turning her head towards their respective stylists. “You both did a magnificent job. Although,” she paused as she placed a hand on his now bare chest, doing her best to ignore the warmth now radiating through her,

 “I prefer the natural look. Far less painful as well.” When the woman sneered, Emma returned her attention to her partner and sheepishly drew her bottom lip between her teeth. 

“Would you mind giving us a few moments of privacy? Well, as much as these glass wall will allow. I’d like to be alone with Sam, please.” At his stylists offhanded remark about not marking up her handiwork, Emma added, “I promise he’ll remain picture perfect.”

 Once they scurried out of the room, she felt her resolve wane. Doing exactly what she swore to herself she wouldn’t., the petite woman, pressed her body firmly against his and trailed her lips along his neck to jaw, Then with her mouth hovering mere centimetres from his, whispered, “Sorry, I hope I’m not overstepping. I just couldn’t help myself. “ 

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Gün bir gün sevdalanmış geceye, gece de yakamoz düşürmüş denize, o günden bugüne geceyle gündüz ayrılmaz olmuş, ta ki güneş tutulup gölge düşürene dek sevdalara.🌙

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And when I’m gone, I don’t just miss her, or you… I miss us, I miss our family. And I know that we got it all backwards—you’re supposed to meet somebody, then fall in love, then have a baby—but I don’t care! I don’t care how it happened, Holly, because I fell in love with you. I fell in love with our family.

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