how-long-i-had-to-wait

heartthrob pt 2 | (M)

Heartthrob (n): One who is considered pleasing to the senses, often resulting in increased respiration, increased circulation to the face, and a noticeable “pounding” in the chest.

genre: fluff, angst, smut, fuckboy!hoseok au, college au.

ahh, finally! this took 5 days omg. shout out to @amazon-bookworm​, my lovely editor :’) also tagging a couple thirsty hoes; @dailydoseofdia​, @lostinbangtan​, @minyooengi​, @jimins-a-twat​, @cutiepiebts​, @jimin-bean​, @war-of-hormoan​, @jiminniemouse​, @onepercenttt​, @we-go-hard-in-the-coffeehouse@pjimns… I think that’s everyone??

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You Abandoned Me-Part Nine (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: The team has swooped in to save (Y/N) and Bucky, thinking it wouldn’t be so hard. However they seem to be at a disadvantage as (Y/N) is kidnapped once again, hidden somewhere in the facility. Time is running out for them to get her back and not everyone is in a stable condition to do so.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Violence, blood, guns, swearing, arguments, distressing scenes

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I felt extremely exhuasted, my eyes were aching as I tried to pry them open. That horrible ringing noise you get after a night out at a loud nightclub was ringing in my ears, making my headache spike. A huge wave of pain erupted through me and out of instinct I clutched onto my leg. It wasn’t bleeding so much anymore but the pain hadn’t subsided. Dry and wet blood surrounded the wound, seeping into my clothes and pooling around me. The shock was not as bad as before, though my mind still couldn’t process that I had been shot.

The room was dimly lit again, it was more of a corridor. It seemed that I had been left behind, lab coat wasn’t here and I couldn’t hear anything. The others were coming, I knew that, it was just the question of how long would I have to wait? How long had I been waiting? Surely it couldn’t have been long, I could have died from blood loss. I had no idea how big this place was, it could be hours until they found me. I prayed that everyone was safe, they had to find me soon.

As it seemed that I was in some sort of corridor, I could see doors at the end to my right. Could I make it all the way over there? Should I really be moving with my I injury and with people looking for me? Using what strength I had in me, I pulled my body into a sitting position, already feeling the toll. Maybe I should at least try to get round the corner, see what was there. Affer debating on what to do, I decided to try dragging myself to the exit. There was no way I was going to stand up, I had no strength in me. Using my good leg along with my arms, I tried with all my might to push myself across the damp, marble floor. It helped me to slide but the weight of my injured leg was holding me back. Groans, screams and tears were coming out of me; I probably had the worst strength in the world, this was the hardest thing I had ever had to endure.

My body collapsed flat out, heavy breaths escaping me as I gasped for air. This was pointless, I wasn’t even halfway. My hands were becoming blistered, another part of me that now hurt. Where were they!? I had never felt such pain before, was this what dying felt like?

“HELP! IS SOMEBODY THERE?!” I screamed, it echoed off the walls.

Of course there was no reply. They wouldn’t have forgotten about me but I really wasn’t sure how long I could last out here. I had never been shot before so I couldn’t compare it to anything else.

“Please….someone.” I whispered out.

As if someone had heard my prayers, I could hear footsteps coming my way. Although a part of me figured it could be someone who was not my friend, I didn’t want to live what could be my final moments in negativity (despite this whole situation). My eyes landed on their boots before seeing the rest of them, I immediately knew who it was.

“Steve.” I cried but this time in happiness. He was here.

“(Y/N)! Thank god you’re still alive.” he breathed out as he ran to me, taking me into his arms, having to ignore my cry of pain. He spoke into his coms.“I’ve located (Y/N), I’m on my way back. Get Bruce ready, her leg is still bleeding.”

I quickly kissed him, trying to forget how much it all hurt.“How long was I here for?”

“Too long. Did you try to drag yourself along the floor?” he asked as he saw the blood stains.

“Yeah. I wanted to get out of here.” I explained as he bandaged my leg quickly, pulling on it tightly to stop the blood flow.

Effortlessly lifting me into his arms, he started sprinting towards the door I had tried to crawl to. He was here, Steve, my Steve. We were finally getting out of here.

“Bucky! Let’s go!” Steve called out as the other super soldier waited up ahead.

“I’ve got to do something first.” he shouted back.“Head back to the quinjet, I won’t be long.”

Before we could stop him, he ran out of our sight. Steve seemed split, he knew he had to get me back to the quinjet but his unstable best friend was about to do something reckless. I knew Bucky was important to him but I didn’t know how much longer I could last.

“Steve,” I caught his attention,“I need to get help. Call one of the others to go after him.”

He nodded, continuing to run as he spoke into the coms.“Is anyone there? Bucky had gone rogue. I need someone to go after him.”

We arrived at a pair of double doors which Steve kicked open, revealing the outside world. I instantly shrinked away from the light, covering my eyes as they stung. Steve held me closer as he kept on running. I heard the engines whirring and felt us stepping onto it. Squinting through my eyelids, I could see the other members of the team, all looking worried as they spotted my leg. I was laid down onto the makeshift hospital bed, Bruce instantly rushing to my side.

“Steve!?” I cried out as I saw him move away.

“I’ll be right back, I promise!” He turned to me.

“Don’t leave me again, please don’t go!” whatever Bruce was doing, it was hurting.

“I’m just getting Bucky back! I love you!”

He was gone again.

I heard Clint’s voice.“Rogers! Get back! We need to leave now, there are hostiles surrounding the area!”

Then Tony’s.“Cap if you don’t get back here now, you are putting us all in danger, especially (Y/N). We don’t know if we can hold these guys off.”

No one knew what to do. They couldn’t leave the super soldiers behind but they had out us in a hostile situation. Bruce carried on with his work, injecting me with some sort of anesthetic. Steve had abandoned me again. Why couldn’t someone else go after him? All of the past events started to catch up with me, mixing in with the drugs. All my caring left me. Not wanting to face it anymore, I let sleep consume me, desperately hoping that everything would be better when I woke.

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I startled myself awake by coughing, my throat feeling awfully dry. A cup of water was brought to my lips which I gulped down graciously. As my senses came back to me I realised I was laying in a hospital bed and I knew I was back at the tower. The nurse took back the cup, moving around me to check my vitals. As I splattered a little more, I felt how much I was hurting. Lifting the bedsheets, I saw the leg I was shot in now bandaged up.

“How are you feeling?” the nurse asked, clipboard in hand.

My throat was croaky.“It still hurts.”

“You were lucky it went straight through. It didn’t hit anything serious, so a nice and easy surgery for us.” she smiled.

“Thank you.”

“I’m going to get you some food and your medicine. I’ll be right back.”

Sighing to myself, I closed my eyes as I felt a cool breeze come through the window. It looked like such a beautiful day outside. I couldn’t tell by the nurse’s body language whether the team was alright or not. I needed to see Steve, even if I was a little upset with him. I heard someone coming back, assuming it was the nurse, which meant I was surprised when Sam entered the room. I smiled at him, glad to see a familiar face.

“Hi.” I mumbled, still trying to regain my voice.

“Hey, how you doing?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Alright considering I was shot in the leg.”

“Good. Doctors said if we didn’t find you sooner the operation might have not been so successful.”

I shivered at that.“What about the others? Is everyone ok?”

His smile disappeared.

“Sam? Sam what’s happened?”

“Mostly everyone is fine. It’s just….I don’t know whether I should be telling you so soon out of surgery-”

“Well you have to tell me now!”

“Steve went after Bucky. Bucky was trying to locate the leader of this whole thing, wanting to kill him. Something must have come over him.”

“He’s still recovering.”

“You’re defending him now? Thought you hated the guy?”

I stayed silent.

“Uh, turns out all of the guards were protecting the leader, Bucky and Steve walked right into it. They tried to fight them off-”

My hand clutched onto his arm, nails unintentionally digging into his skin.“Oh my god, Sam they aren’t dead are they!?”

“No! Not dead, just….very badly injured. Both are in care but Steve hasn’t woken up yet.”

“I need to see him! Take me now!” I started to sit up, not caring about the pain.

“No, you can’t move yet. I’ll see what I can do but just lay back down.”

I did as he said, still panicking.

“We don’t know the extent of the damage yet-”

“If he had just listened to me he wouldn’t be hurt! I told him not to go after Bucky, he even asked you guys to go after him.” I felt the tears building up in my eyes.

“Steve never contacted us when he was rescuing you. Only to let us know he found you.”

I slowly looked up at him.“What?”

Sam wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I was there when he said it.”

“It may have not come through, communications could have been down.”

I wanted to believe him, I really did. But if they hadn’t heard him, if he hadn’t contacted them, that meant he wanted to go after Bucky himself. He got himself into this mess because he always had to play the hero. Bucky definitely wasn’t getting out of this either. Two idiots putting my life in danger because they were too stubborn to just leave when they were instructed to.

“Is Bucky awake?”

“Yeah, but I’m not-”

“Take me to him. I need to speak to him.”

“Why?”

“He just put all of our lives in danger, he needs to be set straight.”

Lonely In The Night

Group: EXO
Member(s): Tao
Type: Wolf!Tao AU / Smut (requested)
Warnings: Biting / Scratching


Loud knocking woke me up. I slowly sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eye. I turned to my clock that read 2:37 AM. Throwing back the sheets, I groaned as I got out of bed and went to my window. I looked out and saw him perched on the branch that was nearest to my window as usual. Once the window was open he climbed through and brushed stray leaves from his shirt and hair.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you not to come so late at night. My dad almost caught us last time,” I whisper shouted at him.

“I couldn’t help it. I had to come see you. It was urgent.”

That’s right. Yesterday was the first of October, which meant the local wolves went into heat.

Tao had my shirt on the floor and his hands in my hair before I could understand what was happening. He shoved me onto my bed as he stripped down, watching me with hungry eyes. I wasn’t wearing a bra so he easily discarded my shorts and underwear. His mouth was on me in seconds, on my thighs, stomach, breasts, shoulders, neck. He was all over the place; I could barely keep up. Finally he grew impatient and plunged into me roughly, drawing a long moan from my mouth. Tao immediately covered my mouth with his hand, leaning down to whisper in my ear huskily.

“Don’t want to get caught this time, right sweetheart?”

My next groan was muffled by his hand as he sucked on my neck. He continued to thrust into me ruthlessly, his hips snapping rhythmically. He grunted in time with his thrusts as his lips and teeth travelled my body. He nipped at my breasts and neck, breaking skin easily and lapping up the trickles of blood.

I always found the blood play pretty hot. Sure, it was dangerous, but I trusted him. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

Tao growled as my fingernails raked down his back and bit into his skin. His grunts got louder in my ear as his thrusts got faster and harder. My core tensed up with every snap of his hips and I was finally cumming onto his erection. I let out another loud moan, muffled by his lips, as he released after me. After riding out our highs he hovered over me, panting, with his canines still visible from under his lips. I moaned as I rested my head back against my pillows, he pecked lazy kisses to my neck.

“I love when you go into heat,” I sighed lovingly, slowly starting to fall back into deep sleep.

He chuckled, “Not me. Do you know how long I had to wait for your parents to go to sleep?”

Cuddled Up.

Literally all I wanted to do was cuddle.

Cuddle, cuddle, and cuddle. That was it.

I laid in my bed comfortably surrounded by my blankets and the lights off in my room. There was nothing on, including my television, so I laid in the dark waiting on my boyfriend to get home. I didn’t know how long I had been waiting for his arrival but it was long enough as I tried to fight off my drooping eyes.

When I heard the familiar click of a door, I threw the blankets off of me and prepared to greet Manuel. I listened as his feet shuffled up the stairs and there he finally was, pushing the bedroom door open. Without hesitation I ran over to him and jumped into his arms, causing him to drop his bag to make sure he didn’t drop me and wrapped his arms around me.

“Hey babe. Missed me?” He kissed my cheek and then moved his lips to mine as he still held me while he began to walk over to the bed. “I did.” I nuzzled my face against his neck until he placed me down on the bed.

He pointed to the long t-shirt I wore which was usually what I chose to wear when I was heading to bed. “Were you sleep?” I shook my head and smiled. “No. Just getting comfortable and waiting for you. I want to cuddle.”

Manuel chuckled and began to take off his shirt, throwing it lazily to the floor. “I guess. Come on.” I clapped my hands playfully with glee and climbed back into my place on the bed, throwing the blankets up so he could slide under them as well.

Eventually he found his way by my side and pulled me tightly to him with his arms wrapped around my waist which was just what I loved. His head lay against mine with his nostrils probably filling with the mango scent of my shampoo.

It was nights like this that I loved the most. I felt protected in Manuel’s arms and comfortable. When he was away I had to toss and turn until I finally rested my eyes but now I could feel myself already lulling to sleep until Manuel began to speak lowly.

“So how was your day?”

“It was good, relaxing. Work wasn’t too bad. How was your day?”

“It was decent.” He began to run his hands under my shirt and slid his cool fingers along the skin of my stomach, rubbing circles using his hand. “When is there going to be a mini-me in there?”

I immediately laughed. Manu let it be known often that he wanted to have children and in fact he wanted multiple. It was something I wanted too but I wasn’t dare rushing it. I was young so when it happened, it would happen but I wasn’t actively trying to get pregnant especially since it would affect me working.

“Eventually.”

“When’s eventually?’ He was eager. In fact I wouldn’t have been surprised if every month he was keeping his fingers crossed I’d miss my cycle.

“Soon, babe! I don’t know a date.” It seemed he was pacified by my answer as he grew quiet but only for a moment.

“I really hope our first one’s a baby girl.”

I turned my head a bit to look at his face before returning back to my position against my pillow. He had never admitted that he wanted a girl first. I instead figured he’d want a baby boy to start. “Really?”

“Yeah. I just imagine a little you. Gorgeous, adorable, sweet. I already know how protective I’m going to be.”

The thought of him being a father warmed my heart. I could definitely picture him as the protective type who wouldn’t allow any boy to come anywhere close to his darling princess. “Well one day I will give you that. i promise.”

That was all he needed to hear before he placed a kiss to my cheek. “I’ll start planning the nursery in my head. Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight.”

Him beginning to speak again caused me to open my eyes. “Oh, one more thing. She’s only allowed to marry a goalkeeper.” And with my boyfriend’s joke I couldn’t help but break into a fit of laughter while cuddled up in his arms.

Rays of Hope [part 1????]

aaaaa so I made a thingie for @craziiwolf​‘s Kageyama Blindness au, mostly because I was hit with inspiration at 10:00 last night, but also because I really like this au- it’s just really unique in my opinion, and gives you a different perspective on the characters. Like I said,  I threw this together at 10 pm (that’s the best time for writing though, isn’t it?), so hopefully it’s not as bad as I think!! Anyways, enjoy <3


Chapters/ Parts: 1 [maybe??]

Word/ Page Count:  1672 words, 5 pages

Notes: they’ll be at the end (; if I put them here at the beginning everything would be given away, ahaha 

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I was drunk; no sorry, I was ‘intoxicated’ because this is poetry and it has to sound complicated and romantic for it to sound good.
Because it can’t be anything less,
because I am 'good’, didn’t you say that?
You said that when I was drunk and you had your hands on my waist and hips and thighs
and your lips brushed my cheek as you whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
And god were they sugar sweet,
honey sweet,
melting ice pop on a hazy summer day sweet.
I still wonder if you could taste my hunger when we kissed - I want to know if you knew how long I had been waiting for
a kiss like that. 
Maybe you could; maybe that’s why you kept coming back for more.
Or maybe that was me - it’s hard to keep track of things after drowning your blood in half a litre of cheap vodka,
and leftover cider,
and liquor you stole from your parents.
But somehow I still remember you and those hands in my hair and your lips on mine. Those lips that whispered
and brushed my cheek and moved down my neck.
Did you know that you’re more likely to remember things if you put yourself in the same circumstances you were in when you learned them?
Because I do and I find myself wanting to get drunk
just to do it all over again.
—  I wouldn’t need anything if I had you
BTS - I waited for you

Hi! Perhaps bts reaction to their gf saying “You’re the one I’ve waited for” all of a sudden? When they didn’t expect it at all? Like they are their first and just imagine smth 😅😆

This request is ADORABLE!


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The two of you were relaxing in your house, cuddling while watching a some movie randomly being shown on TV. You’d kinda started watching it part way through, but since there was really nothing else to watch, you just ended up continuing to watch it, regardless of the fact neither of you had any idea what was going on.

Y/N: “Tae? Can I tell you something?”

Taehyung: “Sure! What is it jagi?” You took a deep breath before answering.

Y/N: “I don’t really know how to say this… but you seem to be too good to be real sometimes, like you’re some dream that I’ve waited for all my life.” You weren’t looking at him, but you could tell he was surprised by his lack of a reply. Eventually, he spoke up.

Taehyung: “I’m not sure if I’m a dream, but what I do know is that you’re my dream come true. And I know that sounds REALLY cheesy… but I can’t deny the truth.”

Originally posted by taehyyungs


Jin

You were at BTS’ dorm, playing video games with Jin while the rest of the boys were off doing random other things. It was great to spend time with Jin like this, every moments was beautiful to you and him. The day drew on, and eventually, the game drew to a close. Looking at each other, neither of you were really sure what to say in the moment, but you had to say something to break the silence, so the first thing that popped you mind, you blurted out.

Y/N: “You know I love you, right?” He seem a little surprised by your sudden honesty, not that he disliked your sincere words.

Y/N: “If I’m honest… it feels like you’re the one I waited for all my life, and now you’re here… I’m guess I’m glad you love me.” Jin smiled.

Jin: “Just like that, you take my breath away, what did I ever do to deserve an angel like you?”

Originally posted by bts-gfx


Rap Monster

There was no way around it, Namjoon was one the most important people in your life, and nothing could every change that. That thought had popped into your mind one day when you were sitting with Namjoon on the couch. In the midst of a convocation with him, little to your knowledge, you had in fact zoned out, leaving Namjoon to talk to himself.

Namjoon: “Hey, jagi! Are you listening?” Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to face him.

Y/N: “Have I ever told you that I love you?” You broke eye contact and locked to the floor once you realised what you had just said.

Y/N: “I’ve just thought of how long I had to wait for someone like you.” Without a word, he held your face so you were looking at him.

Namjoon: “You say the weirdest things jagi… I guess that’s why I love you.”

Originally posted by taestylips


Jungkook

It was an uneventful day in the Bighit practice rooms. The rest of BTS were away, leaving you and Jungkook alone together. The room was filled with conversation, leaving neither of you bored in the slightest.

Jungkook: “Ahh, jagi, you’re so amazing!” He complimented while rolling on the floor in laughter.

Y/N: “If anything, you’re amazing… I feel like you’re the one I’ve wait for for so long…” The room faded to silence, and Jungkook looked at you before smiling and becoming suddenly shy.

Jungkook: “R-really? I thought I was the one that had to wait for you!”

Originally posted by sotaehyung


J-Hope

Being the little happy ball of sunshine he is, he was always trying to take you on fun dates, and this time, he was taking you to an amusement park. He’d been eager to spend some time with you, as were you. The date was going great, and eventually your eyes found themselves gazing at a big ferris wheel.

Y/N: “Hobie! Can we go on the ferries wheel?” You asked eagerly, though he was hesitant, he only agreed to go on it if he held your hand at all times. You got into the que, and before you knew it, you were sitting in one of the carraiges. It began to rise, and Hobie was looking a little nervous as he got further form the ground. So, you did what you could to take his mind off it. You placed a quick peck upon his cheek.

Y/N: “I waited to find someone like you; I can’t tell you how happy I am that I met you!” He looked at you, before he broke out into a beautiful smile.

J-Hope: “I love you jagi! … But can we get off this ride soon? I hate heights.”

Originally posted by btsleepy


Suga

The day started out like any other, you and Suga were just hanging out, not doing anything in particular in his studio. You were helping him work on a song, just doing whatever you could do to help, that was until you blurted out something that had been on your mind off a while.

Y/N: “You know were the one I waited for Suga, I know it’s weird to say out of the blue, but… I guess I just need to to get it of my chest.” You shrugged, but were surprised when you felt his arms wrap around you, a little tighter than you had expected.

Suga: “… Thank you…” You felt as if no other words were needed, and so, you hugged him back. Suddenly, you heard what sounded like sniffling from Suga.

Suga: “I can’t tell you how happy I am for you to say that… thank you for loving me…” Despite how cold he can act sometimes, he really was so unbelievably sweet sometimes.

Originally posted by jongdaeisabun


Jimin

At the moment, the two of you were walking around a park, sharing each other’s company. You sat down, gazing upon a majestic lake that lay lazily still.

Jimin: “Isn’t the lake pretty jagi?” You lazily nodded in agreement.

Jimin: “Just not as pretty as me…” You giggled.

Y/N: “Of course Jimmie.”

Jimin: “But not as pretty as you jagi, I love spending time with you.” The conversation faded to silence while the two of you looked at the water, appreciating the quietness.

Y/N: “I hope you realise how much I love you… you’re the one and I feel like I waited for you for so long… I just thought I’d tell you that. I don’t mind that I can’t spend every day with you… but I thought I’d tell you now.” He was silent for a moment.

Jimin: “I’d wait as long as I needed to see you. No matter how long it took… Hey! Should we get a photo by the lake?”

Originally posted by soojoongi

anonymous asked:

So I think what we need now is some art of a very flustered Marinette running into Chat's very wet, very muscly, very naked back~? ; )

You make my sfw fanfiction sound like sin. XD

And that kids is why you DON’T run around corners really fast no matter how much of a hurry you are to pick up your portfolio that you left on accident.

This was one of the first things I thought of before I wrote Stray Chat. You don’t know how long I had to wait before I could write that scene. XD

Bonus Plagg:

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Yata Yusuke Official Blog | 福岡公演終了。

What did I tell you about Yata’s blog consistently having quality content????????????
THIS IS PROOF
Do you know how long I had waited for Grell and William to appear in the same photo????????

DO YOU KNOW

Anyway, the reason they had the last photo is because on Dec.4 night, Grell, William and Double Charles (along with Madam, who leads the pack every time) were featured in the Special Farewell Red Party in which they will see the audience off from the theater :33333333 (I saw someone on Twitter came back saying how William and Phipps didn’t break character even at this point, so they stood like freakin’ statues lol)

look how Phipps is staring at Grey lol

anyway my grelliam shipper heart is satisfied and Yata has the most fucking photogenic face I’m done

Sparks Flew - Chapter Six

TITLE OF STORY: Sparks Flew
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: 6/18
AUTHOR: freudensteins-monster
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki
GENRE: Humour, Drama, Angst…
FIC SUMMARY: Loki is magically shackled to his brother whilst he serves out his community service sentence as an unofficial Avenger. He doesn’t make it easy for Thor, or Jane, who turn to Darcy to take over as his babysitter warden.
RATING: M
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES/FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Just a few snippets of Loki and Darcy’s growing friendship. I had a few other longer scenes, but I wasn’t sure about them and so they got cut. I might add them back in later, but for now I just need to keep this moving or I’ll never finish it. As always, thanks for reading. xoxox

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Valentine’s Nightmare

A/n: In honour of Valentine’s Day I decided to write a little something :) Now since I’m an angst hoe I incorporated that here because YAS gimme that drama haha. I hope you guys like it and please tell me what you think??? Whether you liked it all or maybe a specific boy’s? Inspired by multiple talented writers! I love you beautiful humans ❤️


TRIGGER: Swearing and mentioning of death


Ashton:

It was Ashton and I’s first year anniversary today and it just so happens to be Valentine’s Day as well. Now listen, I’m not that into Valentine’s Day like most girls. Why just spend one day showing how much you love someone when you could do that everyday? It makes no sense to me and I’m glad Ashton felt the same way. So we just celebrate our anniversary and since this was our first I was beyond excited. I’ve been planning this day for awhile now so everything would be perfect. Some dinner at our favourite restaurant, late night star gazing, fireworks at the local carnival, and a little desert for later if you know what I mean. I knew Ash had some recording to do today so I expected him to be a little late as I waited at the restaurant for him.

2 hours past and nothing.

Not even a phone call or simple text message saying “hey babe I can’t make it tonight sorry.”

Nothing.

The embarrassment I felt was humiliating to say the least. Everyone was with someone sharing this day of love and celebrating it with someone dear to them. Except me. The couple by the window was staring at me with pity in their eyes the whole time I was there. I gave them a slight smile while I got up and left.

Ashton knew how long I had been waiting for this day. He fuckin knew how excited I had been. But he didn’t even have the decency to tell me he couldn’t make it.

It was 10 when I got back home just ready to go to sleep and forget this horrible anniversary. Well, I guess it wasn’t really an anniversary if one party wasn’t even there right.

I took my hard worked makeup off and slipped into some pj’s, disregarding Ashton’s ACDC shirt I always wore to bed. As I turned the light off I heard the door open. Oh wow. Now you’re here.

“Babe,” he said rushing into the room, “I am so sorry darling my phone died and I didn’t have a charger so I couldn’t tell you that we were gonna be a little late with the recording.” He panted out like he just ran a marathon.

I stayed quiet. I just wanted to go to sleep and not deal with all this shit right now. I was pissed but more so hurt at the fact that he couldn’t even reserve one little night for me. His girlfriend. The one who always understood why he does what he does with the band. The one who understands the life he lives. The one who doesn’t complain because at the end of the day, he’s hers and she’s his.

But now, I’m starting to feel like not even a second priority, more like a fuckin 50th.

“Hey y/n.” He spoke with desperation lacing his voice. “I know your pissed but I need you to talk to me baby. I can’t go to sleep with you angry at me like this.”

I slowly got up and sat in bed with Ashton right in front of me by my feet. “I’m not mad.” I reply. “Well I was in the beginning obviously, I mean what girl wouldn’t be when her boyfriend gives two shits about her.”

Hurt flashed his eyes as I looked at him. “Listen I-”

“No.” I interrupted because I had to let this out. It’s now or never. “Ash, I understand why you were late. Trust me I do and you know that.” He nodded looking at me and remembering all the times he told me he had something to do with the band and that he’ll make it up to me.

I continued, “Nowadays I feel like I’m not even a priority to you Ash. I love the band and I love what you do because when your happy I feel happy too and as cliché as that just fuckin sounded it’s true. You love the band and the music and your fans but I think it’s time for me to be loved too.” I whispered, voice cracking with the tears that were soon about to fall.

He looked so hurt I couldn’t even look at him as I spoke the words I knew would break his heart. “Maybe we should go our separate ways. You continue with the band and I’ll find something eventually right.” I laughed a humourless laugh.

“Tell me when your ready to actually be in a relationship Ashton. Maybe then we can see if things will work out.” I said as I got up and left before I broke down completely in front of the boy who I thought was the one for me.


Michael:

Relationships were hard. To say the least. I knew getting into one with Michael would be hard work but I did not think it would drain me like this. Lately, we haven’t been ourselves. Instead of him coming home and wrapping his arms around me while I ran my fingers through his hair relaxing him from the day’s hard work, we now exchange a simple “hi” and “how was work”. That’s it.

It was like two strangers living in a house who were once so madly in love that now it felt like all of that never existed. And that’s what hurt the absolute most. I can’t keep living with him like this and acting like everything was okay when both of us knew that it wasn’t.

So that’s why I packed my suitcase ready for my flight back home. I know it’s Valentine’s Day and what a great way to spend it right. But I couldn’t be with him this day because I knew it wasn’t going to be anything like our last Valentine’s Day. The day he told me he was in love with me. Time just flies by doesn’t it. I knew Michael wouldn’t be home until 7 so I booked my flight for 5. Not like he would care anyway right.

As I made my way down the stairs I heard the doorknob jiggle and my heart stopped.

Shit.

I could see that red hair from a mile away. Michael came in and closed the door but not before noticing me standing there at the top of the stairs with my suitcase, eyes wide and filled with sadness.

“What the fuck.” He spoke angrily. “What are you doing y/n?” He came up the stairs and took my suitcase from me rolling it back inside our room.

“Fuck.” I whispered closing my eyes and looking up at the ceiling. This was not supposed to happen. But of course with my luck I should have expected it.

I followed him to our room and saw him pacing back and forth, running his hands through his now tangled hair. He looked at me with confusion and anger flashing his eyes.

“Okay so you’re clearly pissed-” I began.

“Pissed!?” He screamed. “Were you really just gonna get up and leave?”

I looked down not daring to meet his gaze. He walked towards me holding my arms. “What is going on sweetie?”

I brushed past him and went to get my suitcase. “You cannot honestly say that.” I spoke getting angry. “Why are you so fuckin pissed Michael! You should have seen this coming right?” I yelled dropping my suitcase and walking towards him.

“We never talk anymore, we never cuddle anymore, hell I can’t even remember the last time you told me you loved me!” I pushed on his chest but with my weak ass arms he barely moved.

“I’m leaving because we both know that this,” I gestured in between us, “isn’t working out and I want to get out before I start hating you Mike.” I whispered the anger subsiding and pain taking its place.

“So just let me go okay. It’s better for the both of us and you know it.” I got my stuff and walked towards the door but only a short distance until Michael grabbed my waist and picked me up carrying me back inside yet again.

“Okay seriously dude what the-”

But I couldn’t finish my sentence because I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. His lips were on mine and I couldn’t deny the feelings I felt every time he kissed me. I moved my lips with his, placing my arms around his neck and playing with the nape of his hair.

He pulled away his forehead touching mine, “I know we’ve been going through some shit but I promise you baby that I have never stopped loving you okay?” He said while gently caressing my cheek. “I know how you feel but you can’t just walk out on me like that y/n. You can’t. It’s not fair to me.”

I looked into his eyes seeing the genuine hurt and fear of me actually leaving him and my heart broke a little.

“We can make this work. I promise you that just give me one more chance y/n.”


Calum:

One tradition Cal and I always did at the end of every Valentine’s Day was go to the ice cream shop by our apartment. It had the BEST cookie dough flavour in the world which is my ultimate weakness. Calum and I sat down in our regular seating by the windows watching the hustle of people in the city go by us while the sun was setting painting colours of red, orange, and yellow in the clear skies of Sydney.

The waitress snapped our attention from the beautiful scenery, “Hi what would you like to order today?” She smiled sweetly at Calum.

“One cookie dough and one rocky road please.” I smiled at her but she flipped me off staring straight at Calum.

“Wow that’s a really cute jacket babe.” She spoke directly to him. Um okay then.

“Oh thanks! My girlfriend here got it for me.” Cal smiled over at me but my gaze was still fixated on the attention seeking girl in front of us.

“What material is this?” She ignored his comment and started touching the jacket and feeling him up basically. Okay seriously does she not see we’re a fuckin couple?

“Listen can we just get our order already?” I hissed with clear jealousy but I didn’t give two fucks. She was starting to piss me off. Who touches someone’s man like that?

She finally acknowledged me and replied “Oh right sorry of course.” And with a wink to my boyfriend she swayed her hips away.

Calum looked at me with clear amusement in his eyes. “Doll.” He said getting my attention back on him. “Stop.”

I sighed looking over at him. “Seriously Cal what the fuck was that? She was obviously flirting with you!”

“And was I flirting back?” He questioned. “Well no you weren’t but you didn’t even try to stop it.” I answered looking back out the window.

“Hey.” He grabbed my hand over the table. “Can you please look at me?” I finally look over at him and see his soft, beautiful eyes staring back into mine.

“You’re literally the only girl I’ve actually ever loved and if you think some chick in a one size too small shirt is going to make me change my mind about us, you could never be more wrong.” He smiled at me with that gorgeous smile which still made me get butterflies every time.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and smiled back. “I know I know babe I’m sorry. It’s just that sometimes I get scared you know?” I’ve never been the most secure girl in myself but when Calum came into my life I tried. I tried to love myself as much as he loved me but sometimes it’s hard to see what he sees when I look in the mirror everyday.

A look of understanding flashed his eyes as I said those words. “You never have to feel like that doll. I am in love with you and no one else. At the end of the day, I am always going to come back to you because you’re my girl. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in someone and I still can’t believe that I ended up with such an amazing person like you. So please stop thinking things like that y/n.”

I rolled my eyes at his corny ass speech and he saw it but he knew deep down inside that when he said things like that it made me feel better. I may not show my emotions very well and say that I don’t like cheesy sayings but sometimes words of affirmation can really help. This is why I love Calum. He knew that every time I say “stop saying such corny things” he continues because he knows that somewhere inside me I actually like that stuff. Whether I admit it or not.

“Thanks Cal.” I spoke softly. “You’re such a sap but I still love you anyway.” I leaned over the table and gave him a sweet kiss pulling back all too soon when our ice cream came. I didn’t even look at her anymore because I knew that Calum only had eyes for me and I did for him too. Holy shit how’d I get so lucky?


Luke:

I hated Valentine’s Day. I absolutely loathed it. It wasn’t because I was single or anything because I have a wonderful boyfriend, Luke. It was because last year on this very day I lost my grandma. She passed away on the day that is filled with love and care for the ones close to you. Devastating is an understatement as to how I felt that day.

But then Luke came along and things started to change. In the best way possible. He helped me get through everything and was the sweetest as can be when he heard what had happened. I couldn’t have been more thankful for him in my life.

However, today was the day and I knew it was coming for awhile now. I just didn’t want to talk to anyone at all. Including Luke. I wanted to shut everyone and everything out for the time being. The pain and sorrow was too much for me and I just needed to cry and let everything out. I hated crying in front of Luke because it made me feel weak and embarrassed even thought I had no reason to be. And he knew that. He knew I could shut people out just like that but he didn’t want to be one of those people. He wanted to help me and comfort me because he loved me.

But that can be harder than it seems.

I sat in my bed after a full out crying fest and stared straight ahead at the wall in front of me. Memories of my grandma flashed in my head and I could feel a wave of tears building its way up. I heard the door close but didn’t say anything. I knew who it was. He’s been checking up on me every so often.

He placed a bowl of soup beside me and looked at me. “Hey bub.” He gently moved a stray piece of hair from my face. “I really need you to eat something for me okay?”

I stayed silent. I just needed him to leave.

“Please leave.” I whispered barely audible. But he heard. Of course he did. I looked over at him and I could see the worry in his eyes as he took in my disheveled appearance and bloodshot, puffy eyes.

“I will baby but just please eat-”

I stood up and pushed him away from me. “I said just fuckin leave Luke! I don’t want you here so stop trying!” I screamed letting everything out.

He got up and was about to hold my hand but I backed away. “Don’t fuckin touch me. I don’t want to eat anything okay? I just want to be alone.” My voice cracked and I hoped he hadn’t heard. I began to walk away again when I felt his hand hold my wrist, preventing me from moving any further. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I turned around and buried my face in his chest letting all the tears fall out once again.

He knew that whenever I said I wanted to be alone I meant the exact opposite. He knew never to leave me alone because knowing me, I would probably do something I would regret the next day.

“Shhh it’s okay bub.” He spoke. “I got you okay? I always have you. You can let me in baby. I promise that I will always stay. You’re not getting away from me that easily.” I could feel the smile in his voice and I looked up at him, vision blurred from the tears still falling. “I didn’t mean that Luke. I don’t want you to leave I love you too much you know that right? I’m sorry.” I looked down ashamed but I felt him hold my chin up so I was looking at him again.

“Never say that again. I never want to hear that y/n. This is all natural and plus that’s what I’m here for right? To help you get through days like this. That’s what people do when they are in love. I’m not letting you go honey. You’re stuck with me for life.” He chuckled. And I smiled. A genuine smile. Only he could make me do that at a time like this. I knew that as long as I had Luke by my side, everything would eventually be okay. Despite the pure amount of shit I was feeling right now, I knew that he could always take that away with just his presence. I am utterly in love with him.

“Thank you Luke. I love you.” I wrapped my arms around his middle and we continued in that position until I felt him put his arms under my legs and lift me up bridal style leading me to the living room where I knew we would spend the rest of the day watching movies and talking to get my mind off everything. He truly is a work of art isn’t he?

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Aomine, Kagami, Midorima, Hanamiya, and Haizaki's reaction to their s/o returning to Japan after living abroad for a few years because of school. Love your blog by the way &lt;3

Basically finishing up the SFW requests first lol. Anyway, a bunch of thanks to exo-nerates // kise-ry0ta for writing these. She’s a hella good writer btw go follow both her blogs, loves (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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To no surprise, you spotted Aomine before he saw you. That was probably due to the fact that he was currently sleeping soundly in one of the seats nearby the exit. Sighing, you came over and unceremoniously shoved him off the seat. To your chagrin, the tanned basketball player barely moved an inch from your push and merely opened one eye to glare at who was disturbing his sleep.

“Aomine, wake up,” you said, shaking his arm.

“[name]?”

He looked and sounded quite surprised as he took in your appearance. You were standing in front of him; he was actually seeing you in person and not through a pixelated screen.

“Hi,” you greeted shyly, smiling at your boyfriend. Immediately, he stood up and crushed you in a hug. You were a bit taken aback from his sudden movements, which was quite opposite from his lethargic attitude, aside from playing basketball.

“Idiot, don’t ever leave for that long anymore,” he grumbled, pulling you even tighter to his chest as you smile, wrapping your arms around him as well.

“Did you miss me? Or, should I go abroad again soon?” you asked teasingly once he let you go, and you slipped your hand in his as he pulled your suitcases with his free hand quite effortlessly.

“The only place you’re going to now is the bedroom.” Was his answer as he sent a knowing smirk your way, eliciting a blush and gasp from you.

“Ahomine!”

- - - -

Of course, Kagami had been used to airports and terminals since he had to go back and forth from Japan to the United States often, but this was the first time he was here for someone. And, that someone was you. You were gone for three years, and your shared relationship was based on phone calls, video chats, and text messages for those three years. He would be lying if he said he didn’t miss you despite those frequent skype dates and talks over the phone. He didn’t enjoy the long distance relationship, but for you, he’d do anything.

And then he saw you.

He opened his mouth to call out to you as you exited the terminal, but no words came out. Standing there with his mouth opening and closing like a fish, his eyes widened when you noticed him and immediately ran towards him. He was unsure of what to do, slightly lifting his arms up to pull you into a hug but putting them back down as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“Taiga!”

You were standing, actually standing, in front of him, arms now sliding around his waist in a hug. Kagami was in disbelief –was this real? Or was he dreaming again?– but he soon understood that yes, this was real life, and yes, you were right in front of him, clinging to him. He became a stuttering, bumbling red faced mess as he stammered out his greetings and a barrage of I miss you ’s.  But at last, Kagami wrapped his arms around you as well, holding onto you tightly.

“[name], don’t you ever go that far away for so long again,” he managed to breathe out, still processing the fact that you were here, safely tucked in his arms.

And only after you promised that you won’t go abroad again, or at least, not go next year, did he let you go from his embrace, but with his hand still clasped to yours firmly.

- - - -

When you walk out, Midorima saw you immediately and calmly walked over to you, tapping on your shoulder. Turning around in surprise, you dropped your bag and threw your arms around him in a hug. He nearly dropped his lucky item, a blue elephant shaped magnet, as he stiffened from your sudden embrace. But sooner or later, he carefully returned your hug, finally able to hold you in his arms. It had been two years, two years too long since he last saw you in person, heard you not through a speaker, or even touched you.

While he wasn’t the most touchy, expressive person, he admitted, only to himself of course, that he quite missed your playful touches and seeing you everyday.

“You carried your lucky item everyday, correct?” he asked stiffly once you let go of him.

“Yes, of course, I did. I’m wearing mine today,” you answered happily, raising up your wrist to show him the simple beaded bracelet encircling it.

“Good. Your sign’s ranking wasn’t very high today.”

As the two of you left the terminal to go grab your luggage, you easily slipped your hand into his, your smile widening when that familiar blush spread across his face and he refused to look at you. However, his grip on your hand tightened considerably, and you noticed that he was repeatedly pushing up his glasses.

“Shintarou, are you crying? Did you miss me that much? Are those tears in your ey–”

“No, airports just have an unbelievably large amount of dust, and it got into my eyes. We need to hurry up if we want to grab your suitcases before everyone else gets there.”

“… I missed you, too.”

- - - - 

The raven haired basketball player was slouching in one of chairs, carelessly flicking through his phone for entertainment. You told him that you’d be landing ten minutes ago, he mentally scoffed. He told you that he wasn’t going to pick you up, but for some reason, he decided to drag himself out here and wait for you. And this was what he got in return for his surprise. He reminded himself to never do this again in the future.

“Hanamiya?”

With an angry scowl on his face, his head shot up from focusing on his phone screen to see you standing in front of him, wide-eyed and slightly shocked.

“You actually came to pick me up?” You questioned as a smile began to spread across your beautiful features once you took in his appearance.

He slightly glared at you, complaining. “And, this is the last time, too. You know how long I had to sit here and wait?”

Without waiting for your answer, he stood up and tugged you to the exit, carelessly hauling your luggage along. “Let’s go.”

“W-wait a minute, hold up, where are we going?” you stammered, struggling to keep up with his pace.

“I’ve had three years of pent up sexual frustration because of you. It’s not going to go away by itself now, is it?”

- - - - 

Muttering angrily under his breath, Haizaki sat hunched up in one of the seats nearby the terminal you were supposed to exit from. Tapping his fingers against the armrest, he glowered from his position, sending small glares at the exit as if willing for you to come out sooner. Since when had he become soft hearted and waited for someone else like this? Why did he care for you and your well-being so much?

Two years of abstinence all because of you, he berated himself, two incredibly long years of holding back having sexual intimacies with another person.

Fuck, when did he get so weak for someone like you?

“Haizaki, you’re here?” Your voice was heard as he looked up to see you, a tiny smile playing on your lips.

“Oi, [name], hurry up,” he said gruffly, skipping any greetings and only wrapping his hand around your wrist as he pulls you away from the terminal.

“Hey, what are you doing? I need to get my luggage!” you exclaimed, slightly shocked as you quickened your walking pace to stay next to him.

“We can get that later after we stop at the bathroom.” he replied shortly, tugging you closer and closer to the men’s room.

“What? No, wait, I– I can’t go in there!” you stammered out, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn to look at you.

“Well, you need to take responsibility for the last two years of my sex-free life. So, would you rather be fucked in the bathroom or out here on the seats? I’m open to either preference.”

Inspired by my bae since he’s my Luke Hemmings and plays soccer xD

“You’ll do great like you always do Luke.” You tell him before he leaves to change.

“Thank you Y/N, you never fail to make me smile, especially before a game.”

He leaves and you sigh.

Maybe he was just passing off your major crush on him as friendly compliments.

*Luke’s P.O.V.*

I kick the ball into the goal and Calum gives a thumbs up. I wanted to impress my family and friends, especially Y/N,

I wanted her to haved time and I didn’t want to let her down.

I’m still smiling because of what she told me, god how could I have gotten so heels over head in love with this girl? Her and I barely even talk and a few days ago she told me that she was “going to do everything she could to make sure she did NOT miss my first game of the year”.

She’s so cute.

The coach blows the whistle and I hurry over with the rest of the guys.

*2nd ROUND*

The score was 13-7, we was kicking ass.

I was put as goalie this time and the ball was on the other side of the field, so I snuck a look at Y/N.

She was sitting with a girl, who I assumed was her friend biting her lip. She yells and claps, smiling when a guy on our team blocks the other from kicking it to his partner.

She looked adorable, I had also noticed when I slipped and fell how scare she looked. Her eyes were huge and she stomped her feet, shaking her friend’s arm.

Suddenly, she looked over to me and I gave a small smile, knowing she could see it from a mile away.

I’m really glad that-

BAM!

I’m knocked to the ground and all I see is red gushing from my nose and I can’t open one of my eyes.

The whistle is blown and I’m dragged off the field.

*10 minutes later in the weight lifting room*

“Well, the bleeding is slowing, It should stop in about another 5 minutes, I’m going to go down back to the field and tell the guys you’re alright and get a replacement for the rest of the game, I’ll be back shortly. Just keep putting new clean clothes to it and keep applying the ice to your eye, you’re going to have a black eye but at least your nose isn’t broke.” With that, the coach leaves me sitting alone shirtless. (My jersey was all bloody and I don’t have any of the guy’s combinations to get a clean one.)

Great.

I look down and try to focus on anything other than my bloody nose and hurting eye when I hear the door open.

Was the coach back already?

I look up and see Y/N, with a worried expression on her face.

“Shit Luke, are you okay?” She runs up to me and sits beside of me.

“I’m fine, just a bloody nose and black eye.”

“That doesn’t sound fine. What happen out there?”

Uh oh.

“I, uh…. I… ow.” I flinch as my eye starts throbbing.

“Hold on, I have some stuff I might can help. Oh, and don’t lean back, tilt your head forward, leaning your head back won’t stop bleeding.”

I do as she says and she digs in her bag, pulling out a black t-shirt, a water bottle, and a towel.

She hands me the towel. “Use this for your nose bleed instead of those shitty paper towels.” I almost laugh at her being upset, but it’s a little painful.

“You guys have a microwave in here, don’t you?” 

“Yeah, it’s over there.” I point to the other side of the room, where she hurries, putting the water bottle in it and setting the timer.

She taps her foot as she waits. “Are you having trouble seeing or is anything blurry?”

“N-No, I’m fine.” I look at the towel to see my nose bleed has almost stopped completely.

She jogs back over and removes the ice from my eye and hands me the water bottle wrapped in a small towel.

“Put these on your eye now.” She sits beside me and her eyebrows furrow together as I flinch.

“Here, let me…” She mumbles, kneeing down to meet me face to face.

She gently rubs the water bottle over the swelling and it instantly feels better.

“You’re like magic.” I mumble, staring into her eyes.

She smiles, and removes the towel from my nose, no more blood.

“My friend is a nurse and she dragged me to the class with her, this was just some basic information for her and I memorized it just in case you got hit square in the face with a soccer ball coming at you at like 30 miles an hour.”

I chuckle at her geeky joke, and continue staring at her.

She removes the water bottle and smiles.

“Well, you still have a black eye, but the color has lightly a lot so it’s looking better.”

I nod.

“Thank you nurse Y/N. I feel like I haven’t just been hit in the face with a soccer ball.”

She giggles, and bows.

“Anytime, patient Luke.”

She sits back beside me.

“So you never told me what distracted you…”

Oh…. that.

“Well, uh…. I-I was thinking about you…”

“Me?”

I nod slowly.

“Why me?” She tilted her head slighty and I wanted to kiss her right there.

“Well I-….I don’t know. I think about you a lot.”

She smiled and nods.

“I- I think about you too.” She stands up and hands me the shirt.

“I uh, take clothes to work out in, these is a guys shirt so it should fit you since yours is all bloody and such.”

“Thanks, for everything.”

She nods, pushing a piece of hair out of her face, she was about to leave when I suddenly grew very confident.

“Uh, Y/N?”

She twirls back around, eyebrow raised.

“Hmm?”

“You… forgot one thing.”

She stares at me.

“A kiss to make it all better.”

She bursts out laughing and walks over to me rolling her eyes, planting a kiss onto my lips.

Boy, how long I had been waiting to do that.

She lets go and smiles. 

“Guess I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“Or you could meet me at McDonald’s tonight after the game.”

“I think that can be arranged.”


Wow this was longer than I thought it’d be.

I thought it was cheesy and cute so… Cx

Thanks for all the love and you all have a good morning/evening/night and I love you all <3

Q. So what does Mystery Skulls even think about the animated version?  What does he think about all this Tumblr explosion of fan work?  …Also you keep saying “Luis” and Mystery Skull**S**, what, Mystery SkullS is just one guy?

A.  Yeah that tripped me up for a while too, Mystery Skulls is comprised of Luis as far as the music side is concerned (when he’s not teaming up with other people that is).

As for what he thinks of the video.  He has told me multiple times about how friggin’ happy he is with it!  He wants me to come down to LA so we can “Take over the world” (his words).  It is a huge relief to know that I was able to give him a work that he really enjoys despite how long I had to make him wait for it.  Not even just Lu but everyone involved on the business side is very satisfied with it as well.

As far as the copious amounts of fan stuff, I’m not entirely sure he knows about it??? I mean its hard to imagine that he HASN’T seen any of it but when I brought it to his attention his reaction was to tell me how much you guys must love me, which is certainly flattering in its own way.  So I dunno!  We’ll see I guess!

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Now that I’ve had time to calm down, I’m posting my compilation and stories.

Sp00n and his girlfriend, Ali, got there long before the other guys. I was sitting on the steps, waiting for Gassy’s panel to start, when I spotted Ali’s super gorgeous blonde hair (not sure why that was the first thing I noticed, but it was), and my train of thought went, ‘Is that Ali? Is that - HOLY SHIT, THATS SP00N.’ So I got my picture with him and he signed my badge. I actually ended up spending a lot of time with them throughout the rest of the day, even sitting with Ali at Bashur’s panel.

The rest of the guys didn’t show up until about an hour before their panel. I was standing, talking to a few people I had met there, when I looked to the left and saw James coming down the escalator (I’m assuming the rest of the guys were with him, but in the moment he was the only one I saw), and I literally couldn’t breathe for a second. The guys were running around trying to get things ready, but I managed to stop Jordan for a second just to ask if they would be out after the panel, and he said they would.

The panel, of course, was hilarious. When it was over, everyone kind of rushed the stage. I stood in line but was pretty much standing in the same spot for a good 30 minutes. I was finally on the second step, nearly on the stage, close enough that I could see Sly, when a woman came out and said that we all had to leave. I was seriously close to tears - I had travelled 8 hours just to see them, and I was going to be devastated if I didn’t get to meet them. Sly said something to her, then he took the microphone and said, “Everyone meet us outside, we’ll take care of all you guys out there.”

So, we lined up outside. I waited for a while but I really didn’t care how long I had to wait, as long as I got to see them. Finally, the people in front of me finished talking to Sly and stepped aside.

I was so nervous, I had no idea what to do. I was just holding the minecraft sword I had brought, smiling like an idiot, too shy to do anything. Sly looked at me and he says, “I see you hiding over there! Get over here and give me a hug!” And he giggled that adorable Sly giggle of his and pulled me into the tightest hug, rocking us back and forth, like we were friends who hadn’t seen each other for a year. I had seen a girl kiss him on the cheek earlier, so when we let go I set down the sword and I said, “Did someone kiss you?” And he said “Yeah, I guess they did!” And I said “…Can I kiss you?” And he smiled and turned his head to the other side and I kissed him on the cheek. Then he turned and smiled at me, and I giggled like an idiot. He giggled again and pulled me into another hug. Then he signed my sword and I asked him if he would take a picture of us since my hands were shaking too badly, and he said sure. I asked if I looked okay, and he said “Yeah, you look really nice, actually!” Then he took the picture and handed me back my phone and sword and said, “There you go, princess!” I was pretty much dead.

Next, I meet Jordan. I was so overwhelmed from Sly that I kind of forgot to give him a hug (I’ll redeem myself at RTX!), but he signed the sword and I he leaned over the table and took a selfie with me. I told him about the book I wrote about him and his search for cocoa beans, and he leaned back and said, “Oh, no!” And made a truly gorgeous face.

Next was Aleks. I apparently went back to being extremely shy, because I just sat down my sword in front of him (really gently, for some reason) and smiled. He picked up the sword and kind of pretended to stab me with it like a dork, and I laughed. I asked him for a hug, and we leaned over the table. It ended up being very similar to an awkward first kiss in that our heads went to the same side and we kind of headbutted each other, and he said “Wow, that was a high velocity hug.” I asked him if I could come to the other side of the table for a proper hug and a picture and he said sure, but there was kind of a block of people so he said “I’ll just come to you.” So he came around the table, took our selfie, and gave me another hug.

I was beyond nervous to talk to James. I had been waiting around 4 years for this moment. It was kind of formal at first because I was just standing there. He signed my sword and said “Hey,” and then I asked if I could come over for a hug and stuff, so I did. But when I went over there I remembered that I wanted to show him and Aleks my phone background - a picture I saved from tumblr of the Marshall face over the windows field background that says 'follow your dreams’ (I can’t remember who posted it which is why I didn’t post the picture, but if it’s yours let me know and I’ll definitely credit you!). So I said “Hey James, Aleks, look at my phone background!” They looked, and the second Aleks saw it, he turned back around without a word, and I laughed my ass off. Then James said, “He’s not going to take a picture with you now,” and I said “That’s okay, I already got my picture.” So then I got my selfie with James, and then I finally got to hug him. And, because I’m a dumb, I said, “You’re like my best friend. Does that make me sound like a loser?” And he said “No!” So it was lovely.

Seamus was next. I went around for my selfies with him, and he absolutely could not take them. I was laughing so hard. Eventually, for the third one, I had to put my hand over his to position the phone for him. So I got to touch his hand and it was really great.

And finally, Dan. I gave him a huge hug and almost cried. He, on the other hand, is an expert at selfies, and I will cherish the selfies we took together for the rest of my life.

Those few minutes with the guys meant more to me than they’ll ever know. They really are my best friends. I feel happier than I have in years and like nothing can bring me down, and it’s all because of these 7 fuckin nerds.

8

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So without a doubt All Time Low have been a part of my life for a good 7/8 years now. I first went to see them live back in 2009 when I was only 11 years old, every year since them I’ve been beyond lucky and grateful enough to see them each year since (except one year) at the exact same venue. It was only until their last UK tour that i was finally able to meet them. So the first two pictures with Jack and the one of hugging Alex was back on their tour last year (Birmingham march 2014), I saw rain and Zach during the day too but never wanted to bother them so after the gig I waited around and was lucky enough to see Jack and Alex. I saw jack first telling him that I had waited (at that point) around 6/7 years to meet him which his response was “Wow, thats crazy, it’s nice to meet you” after that my friend wanted to go home but I refused until I met one of the others guys as i’d waited this long, which after an hour Alex came out…which was someone who has been such a huge inspiration to me for these years. When it was my turn the first thing I said was how long I had waited and i remember him saying “Well hello, it’s great to finally meet you!” I then breifly told him how much him as a person and their music had been a huge part of my life which he told me he was very thankful for, resulting in him giving me honestly the biggest hug i think i’ve ever been given, haha. After that day I was so so grateful for how lucky I had been and didn’t expect to see them again for ages…

Later on, during the summer of last year, Alex was over in London recording and doing some things over here and my friend had rang me up the day before we actually went down to London saying how we just HAD to go…I thankfully had someone who told me his hotel too so at around midnight (the night/morning before going) i booked my 3 and half hour coach to London, which I had to be up 5 hours later to get to the coach station in time, once i was in London i met my friend there (who funnily enough I had met through the band and is by far one of my best friends today). When we got to the hotel there were around 5-10 others there, who we all just started talking straight away and were all so lovely! After around an hour or two alex came out and seemed quite rushed saying how he really didn’t have time for pictures…which i then mentioned how i’d been on a coach journey and up since 5am just to come down to see him, which he was saying “oh my god, wow” he then came over to have pictures which i was so thankful for and continued to tell him over and over! he also said how it was really sweet of us to travel down to see him. (the two selfies where he’s wearing sun glasses are from that day).

The last time I met them which was only around 2 weeks ago now and was pretty much the best start to this year I could of asked for, was when Alex and Rian were over here for their new single and were going to be at radio one on the monday morning. As London is quite difficult for me to get to, I went down the night before and met my friend who we decided we would just have to camp as there was just no way of getting there in morning, which i have to say was so bloody cold!!! They ended up arriving around 7am that monday morning where they stopped for a good 10/15 minutes before going inside, I had a pretty long conversation with alex telling him how crazy it was for their next single to be being played soon and how I had to travel the night before and stuff, i then finally got to meet Rian properly too which i said about the 7/8 years of supporting them and he was saying how it was almost as long as they been together, which i then got pictures with both of them…during their interview on radio one, Rian and Alex ended up mentioning the conversation i had with them and how they liked the whole ‘taking to the streets thing’ hahaa.

I just can’t believe who amazing the past year has been and how unbelievably grateful and lucky i have been to of seen these guys….and the best part is seeing them go from playing the same venue for the past six years to be playing arenas in the Uk next month! There will never be a band that I look up to and appreciate more than these guys! …and I can say to anyone that hasn’t met them yet, that your time will come, whether its sooner or later and it will be so worth it, i can promise you!!

2:21 AM

When my phone rang at two twenty-one am, I already knew whose name would be emblazoned on the screen when I looked at it. I was already sliding into a pair of jeans when I answered the phone, pressing it between my ear and my shoulder so I could get dressed at the same time.

“Baby, can you come get me?”

            His words were horribly slurred. He hiccupped and giggled when he finished speaking. His drunkenness was familiar to me.

“Where are you?” I asked him clearly.

“I don’t know,” he replied slowly. “I think I’m at the same house as the other day.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen,” I told him, hanging up the phone without waiting for a reply.

            I wouldn’t have gotten one no matter how long I had waited. I sleepily yanked on the first shirt my hand found on the ground before shoving my tennis shoes onto my feet. I jerked my wallet out of my purse along with my keys. I wrote a quick note to my mom that simply said: Luke called. You know how this goes. Love you. She knew exactly what happened. Everyone knew exactly what happened.

            I drove to his house, almost wincing at the déjà vu that was setting into the pit of my stomach. I did this almost every night he was home. Why did I keep doing this over and over again? I knew better than to park near the house where the party was happening. Took denting my car once to learn that lesson. I slid into the house, going completely unnoticed by the many drunk, grinding partygoers. No one ever noticed me going in. They noticed me leaving because I dragged the life of the party out with me.

            Finding Luke was pretty easy after the first dozen times. Ask the first reasonably sober person I passed and they always pointed me in the right direction. The guy I asked told me he was out back by the pool. I slipped out of the house, my toes getting stepped on a few times on my way out. I never wore flip-flops anymore.

            I saw Luke by the pool, beer bottle in hand, surround by a group of guys with lipstick marks on his neck. I wasn’t even mad anymore. Being mad would have to mean I still felt something. I reached out and grabbed his free arm, causing him to drop the bottle. It shattered on the ground. He broke everything he touched when he was drunk. That included us.

“Hey, babe,” he giggled. “What are you doing here? Come to have some fun?”

“No. You called me to come and get you. I’m taking you home,” I replied, already starting to pull him away from his friends and out of the yard by the gate, knowing it was better than taking him back through the house.

            Getting drunk Luke in my car was a skill I mastered a long time ago. With some minor coercing and bribing, he climbed into the passenger seat. When I slide into the passenger seat, he reached out for me, but I shoved him away, as always.

“Baby, I’m thirsty,” he whined. “Got any beer?”

            I handed him the water bottle in my cup holder from earlier today. He knew I wouldn’t have alcohol. I’d watched him drown everything good about him in it to ever even pick up a bottle. He took a sip of the water bottle, frowning when he released it wasn’t beer or hard liquor. He shrugged and placed the bottle back in the cup holder.

“I missed you when I was on,” he fidgeted with his seatbelt before finishing, “tour you know. It gets lonely without you.”

“You have alcohol. Why the fuck do you need me?” I spat at him.

“Can’t cuddle with alcohol or make out with it,” he giggled, “you silly goose.”

“You’ve got some whore’s lipstick all over your fucking neck, Luke!” I screamed at him. “Why do you need me? Some cheap slut at a party would gladly suck your dick whenever you wants just as long as you gave her a swig of whiskey before and after.”

“Hey, Sh- was it Shelby? Shelly? Sheila? Whoever she was, she wasn’t a cheap whore!” he retaliated.

“You just admitted to cheating on me!” I shouted. “Get out of my car, you dick!”

“We’re speeding down the fucking highway!” he screamed back. “I’d die!”

“You’re already killing yourself every night with bottle after bottle of poison! This is just a faster way to go!” I screamed back at him.

“Just drive me home,” he mumbled. “You’ll forgive me in the morning. You always forgive me.”

“I’m done, Luke,” I said, dropping the volume of my voice significantly. “I’m done picking you up from some party where you come out smelling like alcohol covered in some other girl’s lipstick. I’m done with all your shit, Hemmings. Everyone knows you cheat on me all the time and yet, here I am, like some pathetic loser. I don’t need you. I don’t want you anymore. This is it, Luke. I’m done with you.”

“You’ll change your mind tomorrow,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “You always do.”

            My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles going white. I was done, I resolved. I was done with doing this every other night. I was done with other women looking at me with pity because I was connected to the mess in the passenger seat. Yet, I loved him. Despite the drinking, despite the other girls, despite the shit he told me when he was drunk, I loved him. I loved that boy with every fiber of my being. He was right. I couldn’t leave, but I needed to walk away. I had to leave him. I just wasn’t sure how to do that or, if I even could.

            I pulled up to his house before getting out of the car and slamming the door behind me. I practically dragged him up to his front door before shoving my hand into his pocket for his keys. He giggled and cracked some line about how close my hand was to his dick, but I ignored him. He stepped inside on his own and started heading up the stairs. I locked the door behind me before following him up to his room. He was already starting to strip when I got there.

“Hey, baby,” he giggled.

            Luke had already forgotten our fight in the car. Tears began to cloud my vision. I balled my hands up into fists at my sides. I was determined never to cry over this boy again. He frowned in front of me before standing up clumsily. Luke had enough trouble walking straight when he was sober due to his long legs. Being drunk made the problem much worse. Not to mention the fact that he was only half-wearing his jeans at the moment. He reached out and pulled me to his chest rather roughly.

“Don’t cry, baby. I don’t like it when you’re sad,” he told me.

            I placed two hands on his chest and shoved, causing him to stumble back and land on his mattress. He looked up at me with confused eyes.

“Why did you push me away? My girlfriend shouldn’t push me away,” he slurred, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“Because you break everything you touch when you’re drunk,” I explained. “I don’t want you to break me too.”

“I don’t break everything,” he started, but I cut him off.

“You destroyed us,” I spit out. “You don’t get to take me down with you.”

“I didn’t destroy us,” he said as he finally figured out how to fully shed his jeans. “You’re still here. I didn’t mess us up, baby. I never want to do that. Let’s just go to bed and it’ll all be okay in the morning.”

“No it won’t!” I screamed at him, not caring if I woke up his parents in the process. “Luke, I can’t do this anymore! You’re too busy attempting to replace all the water in your body with alcohol to notice me anymore! You make me pick you up when you’re drunk and that’s practically the only time I see you! Besides, when I pick you up, you’re always covered in some other girl’s lipstick, so you don’t even look like my Luke anymore. My Luke got drowned in your bullshit a while ago. I don’t know why I’m still here anymore.”

“You said you loved me forever,” Luke pouted.

“Luke, you fucked up so badly you don’t even look or act like yourself anymore. I can’t love something that doesn’t exist!” I shouted as the tears started to fall.

            That last line seemed to hit Luke differently than anything I’d ever said. Through the drunkenness, he looked up at me and his eyes were reddened as tears began to form. He shook his head as he reached out for my head. I flinched back from his touch.

“Please, baby. Give me one more night. Please stay. We’ll talk in the morning. I promise this time. If we don’t talk in the morning, tell everyone. Tell everyone how I’ve screwed up and ruin my career. We will talk in the morning. I just can’t do this right now,” he told me.

            That was the most coherent thing I’d heard him say to me in months. For some reason, I thought he might have meant it, so I nodded. I shrugged off my clothes before grabbing one of his t-shirts out of his closet. He was already asleep by the time I climbed into bed next to him.

            I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but I woke up to sunlight on my face and an empty bed beside me. I rolled out of bed, sliding into my clothes from last night, before heading down to the kitchen. Luke was already there, two bowls of cereal in hand.

“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed,” he told me.

“I don’t want breakfast,” I told him. “I was just going to leave.”

            He set the two bowls on the counter loudly, wincing at the noise he’d just made that aggravated his throbbing headache. He clenched his jaw before looking directly at me, his baby blue eyes a mixture of emotions I didn’t recognize.

“We’re supposed to talk,” he reminded me.

“You say that every night we do this and you never remember. Excuse me for thinking this was the same as the other hundred fucking times I’ve dragged your drunk ass home,” I snapped.

“You’re done with me. I get it,” Luke sighed. He ran a hand across his face and through his hair before he continued, “I’m done with me too, okay?”

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, my laughter almost overtaking my voice.

“I’m serious,” he said, making my smile fall. “I’m done with the parties. I’m done with the drinking. I’m done with all of it.”

“Are you done hooking up with other girls every other night? Aren’t I going to get too bored with me after having a different bottle blonde hooker sucking your-”

“I’m done,” he snapped, cutting me off. “Please don’t repeat it.”

“Why not? You did,” I countered. “You make me repeat it every other night when you’re home. Why shouldn’t you have to hear how it hurt me at least once?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” he told me. “I can’t live like this.”

            As he spoke, tears started to fall down his face and his broad shoulders began to shake with sobs.

“But I can’t stop,” he admitted, his voice weak and frail. “I need you to help me.”

“You’re not dragging me down with you, Luke,” I sighed.

            I refused to let him destroy me anymore than he already had. I’d heard his speech before, a couple times last week. He was just drunk then instead, but I could barely tell the difference anymore between drunk and sober Luke.

“No, please,” he begged. “I need you. I can’t do this without you, baby. I want to be the good guy again. I want to be your Luke again. Please help me get back to that. Please.”

“I can’t, Luke,” I said. “It hurts to look at you now. Did you know that? I’ve walked in on you screwing other girls before. That’s what I see when I look at you.”

            He physically winced when I told him that. It was about time he heard it plainly.

“Help me stop drinking. Please. I can’t stop without you. You’re my everything. Please don’t leave me,” he croaked out.

            I bit my lip as I watched him fall apart in front of me. He sank to the ground, his back against the cupboard as he cried. Seeing him cry was making me cry. I couldn’t fall into this. He couldn’t get sober. He’d promised me so many times he would, but he just drank again a week later.

“I’ve never asked you to help me before,” Luke said, as if he knew what I was thinking. “I realized I need you to fix myself. Please help me.”

            I kneeled down on the ground next to him. Hesitantly, I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his head to my chest. He wrapped his arms around me as he cried into my t-shirt.

“Luke, we need to get something straight,” I told him, my breathing still shaking from crying a little myself.

            He lifted his head from my chest and looked me, waiting for me to speak.

“We are not a thing,” I said slowly. “I’m done being your girlfriend, Luke. I just can’t do that anymore emotionally.”

            I watched him shatter with my words. He clutched my waist and pulled me onto his lap, tucking me into his familiar chest. He started pleading with me.

“Please don’t leave me. I know I’m pathetic and I’m a drunk and I’m a loser, but please don’t leave me,” he pleaded. “I need you. Please.”

“Luke, I’m staying,” I told him.

            He lifted his head from my hair and wiped his eyes with one hand as he waited for me to speak.

“I’m staying as your friend,” I said. “I’ll always be your friend, Luke. Always.”

“But, this is pathetic because I really shouldn’t be asking you for anything, but I want my girlfriend,” Luke admitted.

“After your sober, we’ll talk about it,” I sighed.

“Okay,” he nodded before placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Okay,” I replied.

            His parents found us in the kitchen half an hour later. I was sitting between his legs with my back to his chest and his arms were around my waist. We were both laughing. Luke was drinking orange juice, not whiskey. I was actually smiling, not faking it. His mom cried when she saw us. She hadn’t seen him sober in months either.

“Hey, mum?” Luke asked her.

“Yeah, sweetie?” she replied, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Can we get rid of all the alcohol in the house?” he asked as softly and sweetly as he could. “It’ll probably make it easier for me not to drink.”

“Of course, sweetie,” she smiled. “Why don’t we all do it right now?”

            Watching Luke pour the alcohol down the drain before shattering the bottles in the bin made me proud. He was throwing away the thing he’d become dependant on. That was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen him do. When he finished, he came over and hugged me. He kissed the side of my head softly.

“Thank you for staying,” he told me. “I love you.”

            I didn’t need to say it back and he didn’t want me to either. This moment wasn’t about us. It was about him. His touch wasn’t breaking me. He was putting me back together while I put him back together. And I loved him. Man, did I love him.

A/N: I’m not sure how I feel about this, but here it is. Hope it’s okay. 

DAY 2247

Jalsa, Mumbai               June 10,  2014             Tue  11:49 pm

I think I saw him first in a film when I was on a trip to Kathmandu with my parents in the year 1954. My Father had just returned from Cambridge after having accomplished a tremendous feat - his Doctorate in English Literature on W B Yeats. Maharaj Krishan Rasgotra, his dear friend and close to our family, had been posted as First Secretary in the Indian Embassy, to Nepal. Shri Bhagwan Sahay another dear friend of the family and a great admirer of my Father, was the Ambassador. I remember we had gone to Patna, then across the river to visit another literary great and then on to Kathmandu in a Dakota aircraft, that war horse of the WW 2, now being used by the airlines. Kathmandu had not seen the kind of development in those early years. King Tribhuvan and then King Mahendra the Royal family were great admirers of my Father’s poetry, as were many of the Rana family heads. Those were heady days in Nepal. My Mother seeing the formalities that would envelope us during this trip had got us tailored into the ‘band gala’, the formal Indian wear and I must admit that I was very excited and happy to have been dressed up in them, for the very first time. There were visits to the King’s Palace, to see our Ambassador present his credentials to the King, visits to many regal heads of family, picnics in remote regions, beautiful as ever, which I cannot remember now. The huge 'maidan’ in the centre of the city, called 'Tundi Khel’, I think. The fascination of finding ping pong balls that were imported from China, and the joy of playing table tennis with them. In Allahabad, our home, there were no such facilities or such equipment. We would tie a string for a net over a 'takhat’, a wooden bed, and use hard book covers as bats to play. The word 'imported’ held great meaning for us and for many. Perhaps it still does !

And during those days in a month in Nepal, we were taken to a small theatre to see a film that had Dilip Kumar in it. It was not in colour, so it could not have been the first colour film of Indian Cinema, AAN. It was in black and white .. but all that I could remember at that tender age of 12, was that this gentleman that was the hero of the film, was my hero too. That impression remained throughout. During visits to his other films, during holidays in Bombay and chance viewings of him from a distance in a restaurant, my efforts at not getting his autograph, even though I stood expectantly by his side while he conversed with some others he was with, his sudden leaving and my disappointment at not getting that signature that I desired, the breaking of hostel boundary walls at night in University in Delhi to sneak out with a group of friends to see repeatedly his 'Gunga Jamuna’, his best ever, not having the money to buy the cheapest tickets to the theatre and pleading with the ushers to let us in, even if it meant sitting on the floor …

And then one fine day … a film with him .. the awe and the wonder of how life had changed .. the time spent with him during late hours in the night, listening to his tales and stories, and his immense ability to keep us all entertained .. spending an entire day at my house with Salim-Javed and then suddenly at 2 am deciding to go and meet him, without appointment .. he waking up and so generously welcoming us in his home and just talking to us till 4-5 in the morning, without any admonition of having dropped in at that late hour …

The invitation to him to come to our premier of 'Black’ and after the show was over, he extending his hands to me, holding them and just looking into my eyes without a word spoken and long after, quietly moving away .. the next day to receive a personal letter from him admiring my performance and yes .. signing off with his signature … his autograph .. !!

How long I had waited for this .. how long !!

That letter is now framed and kept in my room … every other day in the week I look at it, read its contents again and again, just to reassure myself … this is from the man I admire, that has inspired me in my profession, that is my idol .. that is the best there is .. who will remain the best for time immemorial ..

That man has his autobiography on release today and I am asked to inaugurate it .. he is in indifferent health, he struggles to walk, his mind is not all there .. I hold his hands along with other colleagues from the Industry and help him climb those steps to the podium where the formalities shall take place ..

This is not factual .. this is not reality .. it is beyond a dream ..beyond comprehension … it is inexplainable .. and may it remain so !!

the book “The Substance and the Shadow” .. substance Yusuf Khan, the shadow Dilip Kumar .. the shadow he said grows larger than the substance at times and then finally a shadow fades away and disappears ..

Dharmendra ji and Aamir with him on stage

and the several stars that were a a part of the evening .. from the left as you see the picture .. Salim of the writer duo Salim-Javed, Uday Tara journalist who narrated the book, the great Vijayantimala ji, Saira ji, Aamir, Madhuri Dixit, AB, Priyanka, Subhash Ghai ..

Greeting Zeenat Aman at the entrance to the proceedings ..

a hug from the warm and affectionate Priyanka Chopra ..

with the 'ultimate’ as I arrive ..  

walking up to the stage to read a few passages from his book and speak about him ..

guiding and assisting him to the stage for the inauguration with Aamir ..

sharing a moment of banter with Dharam ji …

the moments of recollection on stage and the reading ..

yet another angle of the moment on stage .. his backdrop photograph so poignant so relevant in the circumstance ..

settling him down in his chair ..

Aamir showing surprise as he asks me to write my autobiography, and I tell him he must be kidding .. I shall never ..

that inadvertent look from him during the ceremony .. those slippers you see on the floor in front of a blank chair are belonging to Vijayantimala ji, as she had to go on stage to light the traditional lamp to start proceedings .. a sense of respect not to wear shoes for such a deed ..

And then good night …

Its travel again tomorrow … to the Capital to Delhi .. to promote 'YUDH’, to drop down the poster on one of the prominent buildings in the city :

that is what 'Yudh’ is like .. and after this, the press conference and back at night to Mumbai ..

My love …

Amitabh Bachchan

BIRTHDAYS :  Ratna Mukherji for the 11 th of June .. and Naresh Bhatt for the same day … so much affection and love to you both .. may you have the best years ahead .. love to you

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On November 1, 2012 I met a lovely band called New Years Day. Their guitarist Nikki Misery and their singer Ashley Costello helped me get over my nerves of being at my first concert after I had met them shortly before the first set of the night had started. I wanted to meet them again because they meant a lot to me after that first day I discovered them. Finally, three years later on July 16, 2015 at the Cincinnati date of Vans Warped Tour 2015, I met them again. I waited in line for over three hours for their meetup. I even missed their set in order to keep my spot as first in line. They were one of the biggest bands I wanted to meet that day, and around 3:00pm, after being there since around 11:30am, they finally showed up. Nikki Misery remembered me and in honor of waiting for over three hours in the summer heat and sun, Ashley Costello awarded me the kitty hat as seen in the picture with Nikki! (The merch girl must’ve told her how long I had been waiting there. I thank her very much, as shes the girl in the background of the picture of Nikki and I.) By that time, I was in near tears and I got my pictures with them and such and I kind of just stumbled away after a couple more minutes. It was completely worth the wait and I can’t wait to meet them someday again in the future. All of them are truely amazing and Im so happy to see how far they’ve come.