airport floor

A woman let her dog shit on the airport floor. So I shit on her plans.

While walking to my gate at LAX, I noticed a woman whose dog was in the middle of doing its business. The woman was loudly face-timing with her back to the dog, so I assumed she didn’t notice. That was likely the thought shared by the gentleman who tried to get her attention.

“Excuse me, miss?” he said, in a polite tone. The woman glared at him. “Your dog,” he sheepishly continued, pointing to the mid-poop pup.

The woman rolled her eyes and went back to face time as the man slinked away, seemingly embarrassed.

“Some people,” she bellowed to her face-time companion with no hint of irony, “are just so damned rude.”

When her dog finished, the woman started walking away, leaving everything right on the airport floor. Another woman tried to stop her.

“You’re not going to clean that up?” she asked, as shocked as the rest of us were.

“They have people for that,” the offender replied, disappearing into the crowd, as much as someone yelling into their phone can disappear into a crowd.

I stood near the pile and warned people to walk around it while someone else got a maintenance worker’s attention. No one said anything – we were so shocked that anyone could be that horrible.

When I got to my gate, the woman was there, too. Great – we were both going to Tokyo. When I travel abroad, I get embarrassed by other Americans doing things one hundred times less embarrassing than leaving animal feces on the floor of an airport. To make it worse, her dog was now barking at everyone who walked by.

I have nothing against people flying with their dogs, I do it often. But it is a privilege I take seriously. My dog is well-trained and behaves better than most people. He certainly behaves better than that a**hole.

Speaking of a**holes, there is a pet relief area inside LAX, past security, just two gates away from where The Party Pooper let her dog go to town. It didn’t matter - she was the type of person to litter three feet from an empty garbage can.

While her dog barked at the world, the woman had moved from face-timing with no headphones to listening to music with no headphones. I don’t like to throw around the word “sociopath” but I don’t know how else I could explain just how selfish and terrible of a person she was. I’d bet her car was somewhere in long-term parking, parked across three spots with paint on the bumper from the child’s bike she hit without leaving a note.

Everyone else tried to ignore her, sitting as far away from her as they could. I am not everyone else.

I sat down right next to the horrible woman. “Are you going to London on business?” I said.

“I’m going to Tokyo,” she responded gruffly, annoyed that I interrupted her DJing.

“Oh, I said. Then you better hurry. That flight got moved to gate 53C. This is the flight to London.”

I figured I could give her a little moment of panic as payback for how terribly she was treating everyone. I didn’t predict what would happen next. She grabbed her bags and her dog in a huff, and stormed out of the gate without even checking. She was so self-involved, she didn’t notice that the monitor at our gate still said Tokyo and almost everyone at the gate was Japanese.

Based on her actions, she believed me that the flight had been moved, so she’s also an asshole for not thanking me. “Some people,” I thought as I watched her rush away from the gate without stopping her, “are just so damned rude.”

The flight to Tokyo was at gate 69A, so the 53 gates were on the other side of the next terminal. And I felt guilty knowing she probably berated some poor clerk who had to explain to her that there was no gate 53C.

I don’t know if she made it back to this flight before we took off or not, but I didn’t see her board and I don’t hear her dog. Her missing her flight was not my original intention, but it would be a fine punishment for her being so rude to everyone and making a low-paid stranger clean feces off the floor. What makes me wonder if I went too far is the knowledge that Delta only has one flight to Tokyo each day. Whoops.

Maybe she can re-book on another airline. I hear they have people for that.

Sugar Travels

One of the greatest perks of being a sugar baby is the fact that we get to see all of these amazing sights all over the world! So to help some ladies out who might be preparing for an upcoming trip, or hopefuls who just want to be prepared, here are some tips that I have picked up here and there when I am about to travel to a new place for a vacation.

Pre-Travel Care

  • Whether you are staying in the same room with your SD, or having one of your own self care is very needed.
    • Depending on how long your upcoming adventure is, a little trip to get a wax might be suggested. Whether it’s to tame the kitty, or just to have legs smoother than a baby’s bottom, getting a wax is one less daily hassle to worry about when looking your best.
    • Nails, and hair should be tended to also for a fully polished look. Look at the expected weather during the days of your trip so that you can plan your hair accordingly and don’t end up spending bucks on a beautiful blowout that ends up getting rained out the first night you’re there.
    • Drink plenty of water every day for at least 10 days before your trip for clearer skin.
    • MOISTURIZE! for at least  week


Checked bags

  • When spending more than two nights, I highly suggest checking a bag. This allows you to have space for gifts and goodies acquired from a shopping trip.
  • Look up the weather for the days you are expecting to be there so that you can get a feel of the clothes to pack for the trip, and cross that with your itinerary plans for the trip.
  • 2.5 Rule- 
    • Pack two and a half outfits per day, to cover any surprise spills or last minute changes. These extra pieces should be versatile shirts and bottoms that can be used with most of your other pieces.
  • Shoes
    • Have at least one pair of heels, and a casual walking shoe.
      • For longer trips add a statement shoe that will pop against any basic outfit (LBD anyone?), a pair of flats and some snazzy sandals so that all shoes can match with at least one outfit, preferably two outfits

Carry on

Personally I like having a carry on, and a backpack/purse

  • In your carry on…
    • Pack a few basics, like clean underwear, a t-shirt and a pair of bottoms. Baggage gets lost sometime, and at least if yours were to get lost, then you at least have a backup outfit to bide some time.
    • Make sure all liquids are under the relegated 3 fl oz limit to save yourself the time at TSA.
    • If you’re traveling on a flight for more than three hours, keep the flashy outfit towards the top of your carry on so that either before you land, or once you do you can quickly make your way to the bathroom to freshen up into a sexier outfit for daddy.
    • A printed copy of your boarding pass
    • Tablet/ Laptop
    • Keep things you won’t need over the trip (like house keys) kept away in a zipped pocket away from hand traffic so you don’t misplace them over the duration of the trip.
  • In your purse…
    • Keep things that are small and more than likely needed over the course of the trip… 
      • Headphones
      • Phone charger
      • Phone
      • A few small ziplock bags
      • Passport/ government ID
      • A magazine/ reading pleasure
      • Spare socks
      • Chapstick/lipstick/lip gloss
      • Empty reusable water bottle
      • And anything else small and important

Getting through security

Personally I think the hardest part about travelling is getting through security

  • Keep your outfit to something simple and comfortable. Stay away from things that a bejeweled, shoes that are hard to get out of and excessive amounts of jewelry.
    • Wear sliders or simple zip boots, and
      • Ie) My outfit of choice is always leggings, a long basic tunic, and ankle boots that slide on and off.
    • Keep your jewelry in one of the ziplock bags in your purse until after you pass TSA.
    • You’re going to be without shoes for a while, so I always have spare socks in my purse, because the thought of my feet touching the airport floor irks me to high levels.
    • Carry an empty reusable water bottle so that you are able to save yourself from getting robbed for $5 water at the airport.
      • Make sure it is empty so that you do not get pulled aside at TSA
    • Headphones with some music playing to keep you in the zone, but not too loud so you can stay updated as the lines move, and for whatever updates come from the officers are over the speakers.

Once you’ve past security it is smooth sailing from there. Check in with the important people, grab a bite to eat, if you’re above age find a bar and stay near your gate until it is time for your to board for your adventure.

Hope you enjoyed my tips! What are your sugar travel tips?

☆ Brown Sugar NY ☆


“My roomate and I had a close encounter with River Phoenix at a near-empty San Francisco airport one night in 1991, right after falling in love with him during a matinee of My Own Private Idaho, and spending the entire drive to SFO inventing lewd slow-jam songs about him. When we saw him, it was as though we’d conjured him by magic. He was unshaven, dressed in sweatpants and a hippie necklace. He gave us a head nod. We nodded back. Once safely out of sight we collapsed onto the airport floor, stifling silent screams and hitting each other until deciding to hide behind a couch and spy on him” - Cintra Wilson, GQ Editor on River.
Louis Tomlinson arrested after 'throwing fan to the floor' during airport brawl
A 1D fan last night told how star Louis Tomlinson “socked” her in the face and hurled her to the ground after brawling with a photographer in an astonishing airport bust-up. The singer, 25, was arr…

A 1D fan last night told how star Louis Tomlinson “socked” her in the face and hurled her to the ground after brawling with a photographer in an astonishing airport bust-up. The singer, 25, was arrested after the fracas in LA with the victim insisting: “He socked me. He’s going to go to jail.”

The Sun On Sunday can exclusively reveal pictures of the 1D star being led away by cops after being arrested following the fracas at Los Angeles Airport. The boyband hunk could be jailed for six months after being accused of wrestling the snapper to the floor, before bundling the girl over and striking her in the face. Afterwards the young woman, sporting a cut over her left eye, said: “Yeah I’m going to press charges.

“The guy socked me. He’s going to go to jail. The guy just grabbed me and threw me to the floor and he socked me and that’s it. ”The drama unfolded on Friday night as Louis and on-off girlfriend Eleanor Calder, 24, flew in from Charlotte, North Carolina.

As they were waiting at at the baggage carousel in matching blue tracksuits, Louis is said to have asked photographer Karl Larssen to put his camera away before lunging at him. Mr Larssen told cops: “He was actually smaller than me, but he got my leg and then I was off balance.“ He lunged for the camera then he lifted up my leg and then he hit me and I hit my own head.”

“I think he came down with me. I was disorientated and I heard everyone screaming.” Raging Louis then reportedly rushed over to a corner of the baggage hall where Eleanor was fighting with the girl fan who had pulled out her mobile phone as the incident erupted. Two other girls were then said to have got involved.

The young woman added: “She pulled my phone, we started fighting.” Louis is accused of tackling her around the waist, knocking her down, then striking her in the left eye. She claimed she was a fan and was just trying to film him on her phone. The drama unfolded on Friday night as Louis and Eleanor flew in from Charlotte, North Carolina.

Video footage of the brawl emerged last night, showing Louis walk toward Mr Larssen shouting: “Oi, oi, oi oi!” As stunned travellers look on, the star grapples with the snapper and tries to grab his camera before they both end up in a heap on the floor. A northern voice, thought to be Louis, then says: “Excuse me, what is happening? What is happening here? Can we have some help?”

He then runs over to Eleanor, who is in the middle of another fight with the three screaming women. The star then appears to launch himself at the young fan, wearing a grey tracksuit, who is squaring up to his girlfriend. The 55-second footage shows Louis pulling her from behind onto the floor. Louis loses his top in the scuffle, as a number of witnesses step forward to help. He appears to leave the top behind on the floor.

He is then shown to leap up and point at Eleanor, who has her tracksuit hood up and her rucksack on her back, before appearing to say: “My girlfriend.” The pair are then marched out of the area by a passer-by, while a startled airport worker tries to hold back the three women. Another voice is heard to yell: “Call the police.”

The photographer performed a citizen’s arrest on Louis, who was then taken to an LA Pacific Division jail and held on suspicion of battery. The female witness and the photographer both filed Private Persons Arrest ) statements and the photographer was transported to a local hospital suffering from concussion.

He was then arrested himself after being told  Louis wanted to press charges against him, before eventually being released. The girl was treated for her injuries at the scene. A Los Angeles Airport Police report said: “Witnesses stated that Tomlinson pulled the photographer to the floor by his legs causing the victim to fall backwards and strike his back and head on the floor.

“A female witness began to video Tomlinson’s companion as she tried to leave.“An altercation took place between the companion and the witness. Tomlinson intervened and attempted to take the witness’s phone, grabbing the female by the waist causing her to fall.“During the altercation the witness was struck in the eye. ”Our exclusive shots show Louis hiding his face with his hood as he is led away. His official arrest record states he was eventually released from custody at 1.32am on Saturday morning.

The document also shows Louis, from Doncaster, South Yorkshire, was ordered to produce £16,000 bail but he was released without having to pay it.It says the star, said to be worth £40million, is due to appear in court on March 29. Six months in jail is the maximum penalty allowed under Californian law for this type of crime for first-time offenders. A conviction for the crime could also result in a £1,600 fine.

Louis’ lawyer Martin Singer last night said the photographer had provoked his client.He said in a statement: “The paparazzi provoked and caused the altercation that occurred with Louis. It’s not the first time the paparazzi has created an altercation with a celebrity. “While the altercation was going on, three other individuals were attacking his girlfriend and he came to her defence.”

Louis and Eleanor rekindled their romance following the death of his mother, Johannah Poulston, aged just 43, in December last year. They had previously dated for around up three years before splitting in 2015. He had previously been going out with actress Danielle Campbell, after having a baby with American Briana Jungwirth in January 2016.

Louis and Eleanor made their relationship official again last week when they re-followed each other on Instagram. The pair then went on to enjoy a holiday in Jamaica together, a trip first revealed by Louis’ younger sister Phoebe. A fan then took to Instagram to confirm that she had bumped into Tomlinson with his “girlfriend” during the break.

smile || kim taehyung

Kim Taehyung x reader

Summary: You and Tae play around with his camera in the garden, and getting him to smile for a photo is more difficult than you might think.

Genre: fluff

Words: 1370

extreme fluff look out

Originally posted by jeonbase

“Smile!” Taehyung said, grinning as he held up the camera, peering into the view finder. I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face anyway.

We were in our garden, where we had laid out a picnic lunch on the grass. Unfortunately, the flowers blooming along the edge of the wall in the height of summer attracted a multitude of terrifying, buzzing insects, so our romantic picnic became less eating and kissing, and more flapping and shrieking.

My smile dropped suddenly as a large bumblebee flew directly towards my face. I screamed, ducking violently to prevent it from getting caught in my hair, and waited for it to fly by before lifting up my head again, only to find my boyfriend cackling on the floor, clutching the camera to his chest.

“You.. have to see the photo I just got.” He giggled, sitting back up and showing me the screen. I blocked the light with my hand to see it better and was greeted with an unattractive shot of me mid scream, the top of my head blurry as I began my panicked descent away from the massive insect. I began to hit Tae on the shoulder as he chuckled loudly, but couldn’t stop my own laughter from bubbling out at the ridiculous photo.

“Don’t be so rude!” I exclaimed, hitting him again as we both continued to laugh. He began to zoom in on the photo, still laughing. Dodging a collision with another bee, I managed to snatch the camera out of his hands, ignoring his whines of protest. “My turn.”

I lifted the camera to my eye and focused on the pouty expression he was making at his camera being taken away. I snapped a photo of him, and smiled at the colourful flowers in the background of the photo.

“Come on baby, smile.” I teased, and he shook his head, his acting skills coming out as he pretended to be angry.

“I will not. Not for people who steal my camera.” He said stubbornly, crossing his arms.

“I know you want to, Vante.” I teased, my grin widening. He narrowed his eyes at the nickname, but I could see he was trying not to smile, the corners of his lips wavering. My determination to capture a photo of him smiling increased as his face remained straight. “Okay then, I’ll just have to make you smile.” His eyes widened.

“Oh no, Y/N, please no jokes. I get enough from Jin already.” He begged, but I already had one lined up.

“What time did the man go to the dentist?” I asked, ignoring his pleas. He leant back on his arms warily. A laugh was already leaving my lips as I said the answer. “Tooth-hurty.” I laughed, clapping my hands together, but frowning as his mouth did not even twitch.

“Did you hear about the fire at the circus?” I asked, smiling, and he gave me a bored look. He sighed, shaking his head as he waved away a fly buzzing around his head.


“I heard it was in tents.” I said, laughing, and I saw his lips purse and his eyes crease as he attempted not to laugh, my camera ready. However, he composed himself before I could get a photo, much to my irritation. “Come on, that was good.” I whined, lowering it to look at him.

“Can I have my camera back now?” He asked, reaching for it and frowning as I lifted it out of his reach. He leant forward, his head resting on my arm as he strained to reach it. “Y/N pleaaassee.” He whined and peered up at me, his brown eyes wide and innocent, but I knew better than to fall for them.

“Not until you smile.” I replied, grinning, and he sighed, moving back into a sitting position.

“Okay, I will.” He gave in, and I lifted up the camera hopefully. But it was lowered immediately as he pulled a stupid face, his mouth stretching into a hilariously comical smile and his eyes widening. I gave him a blank look and he shrugged. “You told me to smile.”

“I meant a real smile.” I whined, pouting down at the camera for a moment before an idea came to me. I continued to scroll through photos, waiting for the right moment before taking advantage of his gullible nature and widening my eyes, pointing behind him.

“Wow, look how big that bee is!” I exclaimed, and to my joy he turned his head. I leaned my head closer to his, the camera ready in my other hand.

“What, where?” He asked, searching behind him. “There isn’t a bee th-“

As he turned his head back I caught his mouth in my own, pressing my lips against his firmly. He made a noise of surprise and stayed still for a moment before leaning in and returning the kiss. As soon as I pulled away I lifted the camera and took several photos. Sure enough, he had a shy smile on his face as he giggled, and a grin spread across my own face at how cute he was.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, smiling wide and reaching over to playfully hit me on the leg. “Not fair!”

I ignored him, focused on the photo I had just taken. My smile widened as I took it in; it was perfect. Tae’s pale blue shirt made his tanned skin stand out and his golden hair fell perfectly ruffled by the soft breeze in the garden. The flowers created a colourful background and the portion of sky visible was a bright blue. The photo was colourful and well framed but what I couldn’t take my eyes off was him. His mouth was wide in a boxy smile, his teeth visible and his cheeks pulled upwards, his eyes in two crescents as they looked at me from behind the camera. He looked absolutely radiant. I looked up at him to find him watching me with a softer smile on his face.

I put the camera down and shuffled towards him, leaning forward to press my lips against his again, this time gently and slowly. His hands came to rest on my waist and I smiled against his lips.

“You’re beautiful.” I whispered, opening my eyes to take him in, our noses brushing. The smile that overtook his face at my words was just as bright as the one in the photo, and I marvelled at the sight. He laughed and brought his hands to skim my cheeks.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He said, and I blushed, smiling widely and giggling at the pair of us.

“You can have your camera back now,” I said happily, picking it up and passing it back to him, “but I’ll need you to send me one of the photos.”

And that’s the photo that I clutched in my hands a month later as I watched him board his flight for tour, tears slipping down my cheeks. Of course, the photo that he insisted on taking with him was the one of me escaping the bee, claiming it made him happy and made him laugh, and so he would need it on tour when he was sad or when he missed me.

He gave me one final wave before disappearing into security, and I looked down at the photo. It was slightly bent but still just as radiant and bright as the day we took it. The colours in the picture stood out against the grey of the airport floor. His smile shone out at me and I couldn’t help but to smile back, his grin infectious even when on paper.

The photo remained with me always, even when he was back home. It stayed in my purse or my pocket or my bag; wherever I could keep it closest to me. On the days where I missed Taehyung, or when we were fighting, I would take it out and look at it. Through whatever argument or distance, it was kept as a constant reminder of how lucky I was to have him, and to love him.



you guys don’t understand.

those hard airport floors meeting a still not completely developed baby’s head falling from that height backwards would have equaled serious brain damage if not straight up death.

this is fucking incredible right here. wow.

OTEverybody: Practice Room

Originally posted by t-yong

Rated:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pairing: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary: Being NCT’s manager was challenging as it is, add to that the fact that suddenly half of them feel the need to win your affection.

(A/N): I wrote this before I arrived so now I have something to give.

Proposal | Practice Room | Meeting | Third Floor | Airport

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for a first time flyer? Tips for going through the process, the long flight, and exiting the airport/picking up your luggage and all specifically that would have helped you in hindsight? I have a trip coming up and I'm slightly nervous even after googling tips since I'll likely be flying alone. Thanks ^^

As someone who has flown more than a bit before, and usually by myself, I will give you The Sudden Adult’s Guide to Surviving Plane Trips ™.

Checking In:

  • For most flights, you can “check in” as early as 24 hours before your flight. This will allow you to print your boarding pass at home/library/etc. and cut some of the time you’d be wasting standing in a long-ass line waiting to print your ticket. Gotta love technology.
  • Check your flight the morning of, or a few hours, before you’re scheduled to leave for the airport. Make sure the time hasn’t changed due to weather/mechanical issues/etc. No one wants to arrive at the airport to find out their fucking flight was delayed 5 hours and they now have to wait at a crappy airport coffee shop.
  • Get dropped off at the terminal for your flight. The best way to ensure this is to have a general idea of where your terminal will be. You don’t have to be dropped off there, but it saves you from walking and dragging your luggage down to your airline’s bag check.

Luggage Tips:

  • TIP YOUR BAG PERSON. That person who you drop your luggage off with when you arrive at the airport? Tip them. I usually give $5 per bag. A nice tip and friendly attitude ensures your bag arrives at its destination (usually).
  • If you have a black/brown/gray suitcase, try making it stand out. Usually I see people tie ribbons to the handles. Personally, I have a lime green ribbon and a pink skull luggage tag that are hard to miss (but then, my regular suitcase is also metallic, so it’s a pleasant eyesore).
  • Put luggage tags on your suitcase and carry-on. Make sure your information on the tags is up-to-date. In case your shit goes missing, you want to give the airport a way of finding you.
  • Know what your airline considers a carry-on size. Sometimes airlines will change the carry-on requirements because why not do things to piss off passengers? Check by calling the airline directly or Googling “What is a carry-on bag + name of airline.” Usually you are allowed one carry-on and one personal bag (purse/backpack/laptop case).

TSA/Security Tips:

  • Know the 3-1-1 rule and follow it. Keep your tiny liquids bag in an easily-accessible front or side pocket so you can whip it out without digging through your bag. Same goes for laptops. Make it easy to pull out, because it will have to go in a bin by itself.
  • Wear shoes that easily slip on and off, because you will have to take them off to go through security. Also, wear socks, because who knows what the fuck’s on that airport floor.
  • Take any coats/hoodies off while you wait in line. TSA agents will ask you to take these off anyway, so might as well save the people behind you some time. Same goes for any jewelry, belts, or cellphones that will set off the metal detector. Put them in a pocket of your carry-on.
  • Pay attention to the line when it moves. As a (former) frequent flyer, I cannot explain how annoying it is to be stuck in a line behind someone who is not paying attention. Don’t be that person.
  • Also, if you’re not a frequent flyer, do not get in the experienced flyer line. We can smell the inexperience.
  • Keep your ID and ticket (and passport, if required) easily accessible on your person. This will make going through any additional security nice and easy for you.

Airport Tips:

  • Find out where your terminal is, then worry about getting food or drink. Nothing is more stressful than finally getting your $20 sandwich and then having to run around a large airport trying to find your terminal. Find your terminal and then embark on the search for food.
  • Do not leave your bags unattended. This should really speak for itself.
  • Pee before you fly. Like Ma always said, use the loo before you fly, boo…especially if you need to poo.
  • Good fucking luck finding a place to charge your phone/laptop/nintendo 3DS if you’re flying out during a busy time (holidays, weekends, etc.). Solve the problem by charging these things the night before you leave.

Plane Tips:

  • Put your carry-on in the overhead bin that’s near your seat. If you have anything in there that you might want during the flight (magazine, notebook, etc.), consider getting it out before you get on the plane.
  • Sit in the seat you’ve been assigned. Unless it’s a Southwest flight (which lets passengers choose their own seats upon boarding), your ticket will say where you’ll sit. Sit there. Don’t be the seat-stealing prick of the plane.
  • If you’re nervous, listen to the flight attendant at the beginning. They will explain all regular and emergency procedures. Sometimes knowing how to survive if shit hits the fan can make you feel better.
  • If you think you may  feel sick during the flight, try chewing mint-flavored gum. Gum also helps with you ears popping. If the flight serves drinks, request something soothing like ginger ale. If not, buy a $3 bottle of lemon-lime soda from a place in the airport. My personal experience is that ginger ale solves all flight sickness (or maybe that’s a placebo effect, I don’t know and don’t care, because I like ginger ale).
  • Don’t get up when the flight attendant brings out the little drink cart. There’s never a way around it, so just sit tight until it passes you if you need to get up and pee.
  • Try getting to know your seat neighbor(s), if you’re comfortable with that. Last time I flew, I had an interesting discussion with the old dude sitting next to me about the status of the US economy.

Landing & Leaving:

  • BRACE YOURSELF! Sort of kidding, but if you’re like me and planes make you nauseous, you might want to prepare yourself (I know that I personally feel most sick during turbulence and landing).
  • Don’t bother rushing to get up and stand. The damn plane’s not going to take off again while you’re still on it, so chill out and take your time. If you’re on a flight that’s part of a connecting flight, they’ll usually ask passengers who need to leave to make their next flight to get off first. Some people are jerks and will pretend just so they can leave slightly sooner than others.
  • Be careful when you open the overhead bin. They aren’t kidding when they say stuff may have shifted around. I once saw a lady get beaned on the forehead by her kid’s carry-on.
  • Make your way to the baggage claim. If you have to pee, do it now, because luggage can take a while, so you might as well empty your bladder while you can. And if you’re lost, just follow the people form your plane, or ask someone who looks like an airport employee.
  • Stand around the luggage carousel and wait for your bag. A lot of people crowd around the opening, but you can stand out and wait near the end. The bags go around in circles for fucks sake, so it’s not like you only have one chance to grab your bag. Also, double-check that it is your bag.
  • Check that your ride knows when and where to pick you up. Let them know your flight number, arrival time, and terminal so they can be on the lookout. Pick someone reliable (I’ve been left waiting before, I can tell you it sucks ass).

So…yep. That’s all the tips I can think of.

-The Sudden Adult

PS. If you’re gonna fly, don’t let your arms get tired! HA. HA. HA.

Haikyuu LATE NIGHT Airport Headcanons

I was people watching at the airport at like 1 AM and decided to make this for fun! Sorry they’re so random.


•If he has a coffee in his hands at all times, he will stay awake and alert

•If he doesn’t have his coffee he will be a hot (and annoying, according to Iwa chan) mess

Must be the prettiest person in the entire airport

•Does not grasp the concept of waiting in line.

•Loves flying at night because he feels closer to space

•Lets Iwa chan sleep on his shoulder and pretends like its no big deal

•It’s a big deal


•The Sprinter™

•Ends up on the opposite side of the airport for layovers and does crazy stunts to avoid running into people

•Is awake when he has to be, but is otherwise completely tuned out staring at the floor

•Always ends up carrying all of Oikawa’s luggage but never knowing why or how

•Can still beat Makki at arm wrestling even when he’s half asleep

•Is clingy when he’s tired


•Will fight everyone

•Angry and tired

•Is always late to everything no matter how early he leaves

•Will not hesitate to throw tantrums

•As soon as 2 AM hits he turns into that one person un-ironically singing 2010 pop songs in public


•Craves silence

•Doesn’t speak

•Seems awake and normal but is actually contemplating the inevitability of death in his head

•Once tied his and Makki’s wrists together so they wouldn’t get lose each other (the plan backfired when they both got lost and couldn’t find their gate)


•Emotionally distressed

•Cries when he has to wait in line

•Everything bad somehow always happens to him (ex: How the second his flight gets in all of the airport stores decide to close at the same time)

•Has lost his suitcase 8/10 times

•Uses Kenma as a pillow

•Seriously he always hangs on him all the time if Kenma isn’t near him he gets panicky

•"What do you mean it’s not socially acceptable to sleep on the airport floor where else am I gonna sleep?!“

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dallas sunsets - zach herron

warning: none

requested: yes by anon



you had flown out to dallas with zach. you were going to meet his family for the second time. you met them when they came to los angeles to visit him so you weren’t as nervous as last time. 

zach just got back from tour and was ready to be in his hometown again but wanted you to come with. he had been clingy ever since he walked through the door of your apartment after 3 months. you didn’t mind it at all. he was the cutest thing.

“baby, let’s go,” he pouted as you slowly dragged your suitcase along the airport floor.

zach had a neck rest around his neck and baggy sweatpants with an oversized t-shirt. his hair was flat but still had some volume to it. 

“i’m coming,” you yawned and tried to catch up to the eager boy.

“are you tired, babygirl?” he asked you, kissing the top of your head.

you mumbled a “yeah” in response and yawned again, continuing to walk to the exit of the huge building. there were cars buzzing past and giant buses that held tons of people.

zach grabbed your hand that wasn’t holding your luggage and walked with you across the street to some buses that were driving to the rental car section. once you loaded the bus, zach took both your bags and stored them with everyone else’s. 

you choose a seat at the back of the bus that was more elevated than the rest and situated yourself in the seat. your head slowly made it to zach’s shoulder and you instantly fell asleep.


the car came to stop at the herron’s household. you smiled at how cute the house was. it had a stone path to the front with flowers along each side. they had a darker red front door that complimented the house perfectly.

you turned to look at zach but realized he was already looking at you. you gave him a confused look.

“you’re so beautiful,” he smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

“it’s 7 am. i look like trash,” you laughed at him.

“shut up. you look stunning,” he chuckled a bit. a blush rose to your cheeks as you smiled. this boy was amazing.

zach got out of the car and grabbed your suitcases. he handed you yours and he intertwined your fingers.

you knocked quietly on the door, hoping you didn’t wake anyone up. zach laughed when you insisted you knock instead of barging in but he didn’t push it.

“y/n? zach? why didn’t you just walk in?” laughed mrs. herron. she engulfed you in a hug and then hugged her son. you walked in and tucked your suitcase in a corner to deal with later. 

“how are you two?” she smiled at you guys, zach had his head on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“great. how are-” you got cut off by reese screaming your name and running towards you.

your smile grew 10 times larger at the little girl. you picked her up and spun her around. once you set her down, you kissed her all over her face.

“hey, reese’s pieces,” you said to her.

“what about me?” zach asked with hand over his heart to look hurt.

“zachy!” she yelled and jumped into his arms. you melted at the sight of you boyfriend and his little sister.

“what is going on?” a groggy ryan asked when he came out of his room.

“ryan! what’s up?” you asked him and hugged him. 


“babe…babyyyyy,” zach kept trying to get your attention while you were playing with reese.

“what, zach?” you giggled.

“let’s spend some time with together,” zach goofily smiled at you.

“i’m playing with reese right now.” you were on the carpet of her room with dolls and little clothing items littering the floor. zach was her bed watching you too, clearly bored.

“but you’ve been playing with her all day, princess. it’s 5,” he stuck his bottom lip out, hoping you agree.

“okay, you are such a baby.”

“am not!”

zach managed to pull you into his childhood bedroom. posters covered his room and blue and red was the “theme” of it all. it was a typical teenage boys room.

he plopped onto his bed and stuck his arms out so he could cuddle you. you got on the bed with him and buried your head into his chest, taking in his warm scent. 

“i love you,” he whispered into your ear.

“i love you back,” you told him.

minutes passed by in silence, it wasn’t awkward at all though. you both were enjoying each other’s company and glad to be in each other’s arms. 

“i love you,” he whispered again.

“you just told me a few minutes ago, dingus,” you replied.

“i can’t say it enough.”

“you are so cheesy, herron,” you laughed. 

“c’mon, let’s go explore,” he sat up and to detach your bodies.

he pulled you out of the house and onto the sidewalks of his neighborhood. you two walked and talked for a long time until you reached a park. the sun was setting and he grabbed your hand and ran to a picnic bench.

you watched the golden sunset and you noticed he wasn’t looking he was staring at you. your hair was illuminated by the golden light of the sun. he was mesmerized by your beauty.

“what are you looking at?” you asked.

“you are so gorgeous,” he leaned over and pulled you in for one of the best kisses you’ve ever shared. 

this was perfect.



Seek Approval - Jon Snow x Reader

Just a little thing i started so so long ago based on a necklace I have that has a tree like the weirwood tree. Let us all imagine that everyone is happy and things are as they should be like before season 1 as i am so depressed right now sitting on an airport floor in Cyprus wanting to cry and needing a hug.

Wanna be tagged in anything or everything? Message me and let me know!


Originally posted by kitsn0w

You stood admiring the small silver pendant you held delicately in your hands. It depicted a small tree, a Weirwood tree and it was given to you by Jon Snow. He had saved up what little coin he could to buy you it so you could always have a piece of him with you, seeing as you had to keep your relationship rather secret - not that you wanted to.
You were a simple working girl, the daughter of the Starks blacksmith, who helped make the lady’s furs and dresses. You family had always been on good terms with the Starks despite the status difference but when Catelyn had so kindly offered you needlepoint lessons with her daughters you happily took them. Now, to repay her kindness, you worked for the family. Your father was rather stuck in his ways and wanted you to marry as well as you could (being a working girl it would be nothing extravagant but he wanted what was best). He would not appreciate you being with a bastard, but Jon wasn’t that to you.
He was caring and loyal and deep down, though if he told you, you would disagree completely, he believed himself to not be worthy of you. You deserved more than a bastard in his eyes. You deserved a loving safe family and who was he to provide that? He wasn’t. A bastard wasn’t worth loving. Of course if you had known all this you would have been outraged at him thinking such things so he kept it to himself, only dropping his smile when you would turn your gaze so you wouldn’t see how much it hurt him when he thought such things.
You remained looking at the pendant. You never really knew why he had given it to you but he wouldn’t answer you when you asked him so you let him be, supposing it was just a gift. “It’s meant to go round your neck.” Robb laughed at you as he caught you gazing at it. He was one of the very few people that knew about you and Jon,
“I know that dummy.” you shot back as a joke, “I just don’t understand why he gave it me, that’s all.”
“You know you two can not be together, yes?” Robb had taken the necklace from you and walked around you to put it on,
“I know, my father…"
"Both our fathers would not allow it. Jon is a bastard, yes, but he is still higher ranking than you.” Robb was your friend, but he would always remind you of your place - not in a harsh way, but because he cared and didn’t want you tangled up in his family too much. It would only leave you hurt.
“I know, Robb.” you sighed allowing your hair to fall back into place after he had done the clasp,
“You are a lovely girl, I cannot deny that but you must not get your hopes up too high. Jon isn’t destined for much, he wouldn’t be able to…”
“Able to what?” Jon’s northern tones came from behind the two of you. You turned quickly to face him,
“Jon, he was just trying to help me…”
“Help you with what? Leaving me?” To your surprise Jon didn’t look all that hurt by it all, “Brother, you knew how it was and I confided in you but telling (y/n) this?”
“Wait, telling me what?” Jon’s face dropped at your words ,
“Jon, I haven’t said anything but now you have too.” Robb looked between you nervously before bidding his leave quietly and quickly,
“Do you wish to tell me want is going on, Jon?” your voice was confused and worried over how Jon’s face had fell and the way he had remained so calm at the idea of the two of you parting ways. “Do you regret getting involved with me?” you asked in the spur of the moment as your panic rose inside of you and you gripped your homemade skirts in your hands. Jon moved towards you but said nothing only throwing you deeper into your rising panic as you tried to move away from him. “Answer me!” you almost shouted, you had never done that with him before.
“It’s complicated, okay!” he raised his voice equally and you flinched but he didn’t notice as he started to back away from you, “I do, yes but not the way you think.” he ran his hand through his rough hair and shook his head before turning away and towards the door,
“Don’t walk away from me” you demanded finally bringing him to a halt, “what is going on with you?” He looked hesitant for a moment before closing the door and turning to you,
“What Robb was about to tell you was I won’t be able to provide for you. I have no right to anywhere, I have no inheritance or money or home  that I truly belong.” you could see the tears begin to glisten in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He always refused to let them fall. “I regret being the one to stop you from being with a man that will give you that. You may not be highborn but you could happily marry an honest working man who could provide for you and a family. I couldn’t promise any of that and I am keeping you from that, I have no right to do so.” His gleaming eyes never left yours as you came to your heartbreaking understanding of what he was saying.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” you admitted quietly, “It may be against every rule, against every ones views and plans but I don’t want to be some farmers wife I want to be your wife."
"A bastards wife."
"If that is what it is to wed you then yes, a bastards wife.” You hated to say it but you were so adamant to get your point across you couldn’t help but say anything you could to get to him,
“Your father would never want this, without his approval…” you scoffed shutting him up to look at you as you lost your composure completely,
“What do you mean I have to wait for someone’s approval? I’m someone. I approve. So I give myself permission to move forward with my full support!” you almost laughed deliriously as he simply looked at you with an unreadable expression but with his usual pout that you found unbearably adorable making you cross the room to him and happily finding yourself in his arms again as they wound around your waist letting you place your hands so delicately on his cheeks and breath slightly in relief,
“I care about your feelings more than my own.” he murmured moving into your touch,
“I know you do and that is what makes you such a fool sometimes. You don’t have to pretend with me, Jon Snow it wont work anymore.” you pressed one gentle kiss to his lips,
“I’m just glad that you’re happy but remember the moment some honest man comes or you, you may leave. I would understand.”
“Oh just be quiet and kiss me.”

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OTEverybody: Airport

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Rated: DIY it!

Pairing: Everyone and no one at the same time.

Summary: Being NCT’s manager was challenging as it is, add to that the fact that suddenly half of them feel the need to win your affection.

(A/N): I’m very curious about something, what about this do you enjoy?

Proposal | Practice Room | Meeting | Third Floor | Airport

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“My roomate and I had a close encounter with River Phoenix at a near-empty San Francisco airport one night in 1991, right after falling in love with him during a matinee of My Own Private Idaho, and spending the entire drive to SFO inventing lewd slow-jam songs about him. When we saw him, it was as though we’d conjured him by magic. He was unshaven, dressed in sweatpants and a hippie necklace. He gave us a head nod. We nodded back. Once safely out of sight we collapsed onto the airport floor, stifling silent screams and hitting each other until deciding to hide behind a couch and spy on him”

- Cintra Wilson, GQ Editor

Welcome To Brisbane (Lin X Reader)

WC: 3688

Summary: Lin and the reader are internet friends, and Lin informs the reader that he’s visiting Brisbane. The reader plans a ‘best of’ tour for him.

Warnings: Language, australian slang, slow burn

A/N: Day 4 of the @hamwriters write-a-thon. These imagines just keep getting longer, but hey, I don’t mind.

I sighed, walking in to my place with an invisible weight on my shoulders. I checked the clock on my wall and saw that it was 9:30. I groaned at the fact that today was another case of late night, early morning classes the next day. I opened my laptop and scrolled through Tumblr, laughing at some of the posts that popped up on my dash. I suddenly heard my phone buzz and I picked it up, wincing slightly at the light. I noticed that it was from Lin and I felt myself perk up a little.

Linny: Hey Y/N! I know it’s probably late at night for you, but I thought I’d send you a text to let you know that you’ve got someone in your corner all the way across the sea. Keep fighting cariña. You can do it.

I read the text and felt my cheeks heat up at his pet name. I read it over once more and decided to pull up Skype on my laptop. I clicked on his contact and called him, hoping that he picked up. His face suddenly appeared on my laptop and I shot him a tired smile. “Buenos días Linny.” I said and Lin smiled brightly. “You should speak Spanish more often. It sounds good when you speak it.” Lin said and I felt my cheeks flush pink. “That’s not why I called you Miranda.” I said and Lin chuckled, yawning slightly. “Bad day?” He said and I nodded. “Like you wouldn’t believe. It’s 9:30 pm and I only just got home.” I said and Lin’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?” He said and I nodded. “Uni was hella stressful. Because it’s June it’s getting cold and midterm exams are coming up and I’m drowning in work. Not to mention my asshole boss and insensitive coworkers.” I ranted, running a hand through my hair as I spoke. Lin set his phone down against something so his full body was in shot, and I chuckled at his choice of pyjamas. “Well, I have exciting news for you mi reina.” Lin said and I froze momentarily. He called me his queen. “And what would that be Lin-Manuel?” I said and Lin shook his head slightly. “You know only my dad calls me that.” He said and I nodded, leaning back in my chair. “I know. Anyway, what’s your news?” I said and Lin’s face brightened, his smile widening greatly. “I’m coming to Brisbane!” Lin cheered and I felt my jaw drop so low it almost hit the floor. “Oh my god. Seriously?” I shouted and Lin nodded, his smile bright. “My flight leaves Friday morning, so I’ll get in Saturday morning!” Lin said and I laughed, shocked and in disbelief. “You’re coming here. To Brisbane. On Saturday.” I said, trying to process what I was hearing. “Yep. Technically I leave on Friday, but yes. I’m coming to Brisbane Y/N.” Lin said and I smiled widely. “I wanna hug you but I can’t.” I said and Lin laughed, nodding slightly. “Same here. I can, however, hug you on Saturday.” Lin said and I nodded vigorously. “I can’t wait.” I said and Lin’s cheeks went a dusty pink. “I wish we could talk a little longer, but you look incredibly tired and I have to get to work soon. I’ll see you on Saturday!” Lin said and I waved at the camera. “See you on Saturday. Adíos Lin.” I said and Lin smiled. “Adíos Y/N.” Lin said, waving slightly at the camera. I waved back, and pressed the end call button. I sunk down in my stool, praying for Saturday to come fast.

I woke up bright and early Saturday morning, at 6:30 to be precise. I got out of bed and pulled on a decent outfit and ate faster than normal, and began the drive to Brisbane International Airport. I made it to the arrivals section in record time and glanced at my sign once more. It read ‘Linny Boy!’ and I chuckled, hoping he liked it. I checked the time and saw that it was 7:30, and Lin’s flight landed in ten minutes. I spent about twenty minutes patiently waiting, tapping my foot on the clean airport floor. I suddenly heard the intercom call out something about a flight from Los Angeles landing and I perked up. I saw people make their way out to the arrival area and I held up my sign proudly, gaining some strange looks from other people.  I saw a familiar mop of unruly black hair and I gasped, realising that it was Lin. “Lin!” I shouted, hoping he could hear me over the crowds of people. Lin looked around and made eye contact with me, his eyes wide and his smile bright. He jogged over a little and I smiled, placing my sign in my bag. “Y/N!” Lin called just as eagerly, and almost tackled me in a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, overjoyed at having him here in the flesh. “Oh my god it’s you. You’re actually here.” I said and Lin chuckled, taking in a deep breath. “I’m here. Now, let’s go. I’ve had enough of airports.” Lin said and I laughed, reluctantly letting go of him. “You got your bags mate?” I said and Lin laughed a little. “You sound so Australian when you say mate.” Lin said and I groaned, my cheeks going a little pink. “Shut up and take your bags.” I said and Lin smiled and grabbed the two suitcases that lay near his feet. “Come on. My car’s not that far away.” I said and Lin nodded, wheeling his bags behind me as he walked. “Gosh, it’s so pretty here.” Lin said and I half-smiled, looking out at Brisbane city. “It’s not that great.” I said and Lin scoffed, mock hitting my shoulder. “It’s beautiful, so be quiet.” Lin said and I nodded, glancing over at him. He looked very good in person. “So, what’re the plans for today?” Lin said and I smiled, unlocking my car. “Well, I’m gonna take you back to my place and you can set up your room and dump your stuff. Then we’re gonna head down to Southbank for lunch and maybe a swim. Then I know this great Chinese place in the Valley that we can go for dinner.” I said and Lin looked at me with an amused smile. “The Valley? Do you just have this giant valley with restaurants along the side? God you Australians are weird.” Lin said and I groaned, shoving him as he entered the car. “Shut up. It’s this placed called Fortitude Valley. Australians are super lazy, so we shorten everything. It’s pretty schmick, but that’s where Chinatown is, and therefore, my favourite Chinese restaurant.” I said and Lin chuckled once more. “Schmick? Do you speak another language down here?” Lin said and I rolled my eyes, starting the car. “You haven’t heard the half of it Linny boy.” I said and Lin laughed, shaking his head slightly. “So, where’s your apartment?” Lin asked and I shot him a sly smile. “It’s near St Lucia. I go to uni at UQ, so I’ve gotta be close to school. Thank god for student accomodation.” I said and Lin laughed, nodding his head. “Amen to that.” He said and I smiled, turning on the radio. I decided to listen to whatever CD was in there, and I blushed as the opening notes to In The Heights filled the car. Lin looked at me with disbelief and surprise, before his smile turned into a smirk. “You’ve got my CD in your car.” Lin said and I nodded, desperately trying to hide my blush. “It’s cute.” Lin said and my eyes widened. We began singing along as Lin’s voice played over the speakers, and the drive to my flat seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. “You know, you’d make a very good Vanessa.” Lin said as we got out of the car. I rolled my eyes to try and cover up the fact that I was freaking out internally. “My voice isn’t that great.” I said and Lin frowned, shaking his head. “I beg to differ. I just heard you singing It Won’t Be Long Now and lemme just say, you could give Karen a run for her money.” Lin said and I blushed slightly, shaking my head. “You’re too kind sir.” I said and Lin chuckled  taking his bag out of the boot. We chatted between ourselves as we approached my flat. “Here we are. Casa del Y/L/N.” I said and Lin smiled, looking around my place. “For student accomodation, this is really nice. My room in college was horrendous. Not to mention my dorm mate sucked.” Lin said and I laughed as he set his bags down on the couch. “So, how far away is this mysterious Southbank you speak of?” Lin said, sitting on my couch as if he were at home. “It’s about 5 to 10 minutes down the road. Did you pack your togs?” I said and Lin stared at me with blank eyes. “My what?” Lin asked and I laughed, realising he had no clue what I meant. “Your togs. Swimmers. Swimsuit. Bathers. Whatever the hell you yanks call them.” I said and Lin’s eyes widened in realisation. “Oh. I swear you speak another language down here, my god.” He said and I chuckled, nodding my head. “Yep. Now I suggest chucking your swimmers in my bag so that that way you can just change when we get there.” I said and Lin nodded, opening one of his suitcases and rifling through it. He pulled out a pair of black swim shorts and I caught them as he suddenly threw them at me. “Oh, and get your thongs out as well. You’ll need them if we go to the beach.” I said and Lin looked at me with horror written all over his face. I froze and then burst out into peals of laughter, seriously contemplating taking a photo of his face. “Oh my god. Flip flops. I forgot you Americans think thongs are underwear.” I said and Lin’s face slowly went red as he pulled out a pair of blue thongs. He threw them at me and I had to duck to avoid getting hit with one. “You Australians are so weird, dear lord.” Lin said and I nodded, picking up my already packed swimming bag. “Don’t be such a sour puss Miranda. Let’s get going.”

“You built, a beach?” Lin called when we got out of the car. “Uh huh. We built our own beach here. It’s pretty cool.” I said and Lin turned to me, his mouth agape. “That’s more than cool. That’s, god I have no words.” Lin said and I chuckled, resting an arm on his shoulder. “I know. Now, let’s go get some lunch. What’re you in the mood for?” I said and Lin paused, a thoughtful look in his face. “Anything. I’ll let the local choose.” He said and a smile bloomed on my face. “Then it’s time to reenact a Y/L/N family tradition. Vamos Miranda.” I said, grabbing Lin’s wrist and pulling him along behind me. “This is so cool.” He muttered to himself as we approached the small array of shops opposite the cinemas. “We’re getting fish and chips. Come on.” I said and we approached the store. I ordered the food, occasionally checking back with Lin to see what he wanted. “American, huh?” The lady at the counter said and I nodded. “It’s his first time in Brisbane. I’m showing him around.” I said and she smiled, handing us our food. “You two are so cute.” She said before we left, and I blushed bright pink. I didn’t notice that Lin’s cheeks were the same colour. “This is so nice.” Lin said as we sat down on the grassy area in front of the stores. “I know. My parents and my brother and sister used to come here all the time. We’d ride here on our bikes and then get fish and chips and a Boost. Then we’d head back home. It was always so much fun.” I said and Lin smiled softly, taking a bite of his chip. He suddenly dropped it and I gave him a curious look. “It’s so hot, oh my god.” Lin said, his voice slightly muffled. I laughed and picked up a chip, biting into it. “How do you do that?” Lin asked, looking at me with wide eyes. “Years of practice, my friend. Years of practice.” I said and Lin let out a small laugh. We enjoyed the rest of our food, and occasionally had to fight off the odd ibis who wanted some chips. “That was incredible. Watching you fight off that bird was truly the highlight of our lunch.” Lin said and I rolled my eyes, lightly punching his shoulder. “Shut up Lin. Anyway, seeing as lunch is done, it’s time to hit the man-made beach.” I said and Lin smiled, getting up off the grass. I groaned slightly and Lin looked at me disapprovingly. “Come on Y/N. Don’t be lazy.” He said and I groaned more dramatically this time, rolling over onto my back. “But I’m Australian. We’re all lazy.” I said and Lin let out a loud laugh. “That is kinda true. I saw a sign for McDonalds and the sign read Maccas. Do you all call it that?” Lin said and I nodded, reaching a hand up towards him. “Can you pull me up please?” I said and Lin sighed before grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I tried to ignore the tingly feeling in my hand as he tugged me upwards, and smiled at him once I was standing up. “Thanks. Now, it’s only a short walk so let’s get going.” I said and Lin smiled, grabbing my hand. My cheeks went a light pink and I laced my fingers with his. He smiled at me and we walked towards the beach. I had to occasionally shout a few directions but we eventually made it. “This is awesome.” Lin muttered and I nodded, walking towards the bathrooms, still holding his hand. “The guys bathroom is over there. I’ll meet you back here in a couple of minutes.” I said and Lin nodded. “You know, I might actually need my togs.” Lin said and I smiled widely as I fished through my bag. “You said togs.” I said and I didn’t notice Lin nod and flush pink. “It has a nice ring to it.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. I passed him his swimmers and he took them in his hands. “I’ll meet you back here.” He said and I nodded, walking off to the bathroom. I got changed quickly, hoping that my black and blue one-piece made me look someone decent. I walked out of the change rooms and I saw Lin standing there, his board shorts on and no shirt. I nearly froze but I tried to shake myself out of the trance I ended up in. “You ready to go?” I said and Lin smiled at me, looking me up and down briefly. “Yep.” Lin said and I smiled, hoisting my bag over my shoulder. We made our way to the beach and walked down, the sand soft under our feet. I dropped my bag in the sand and looked up at Lin. “Let’s go.”

I glanced at Lin as he pulled his shirt back on, his hair still damp. “Was that fun, or was that fun?” I said and Lin nodded, a bright smile on his face. “That was incredible. Never in my life did I think I’d be swimming in a manmade beach in October.” Lin said and I laughed, drying my hair with the towel. “Well, our next stop is The Enjoy Inn. Hands down the best Chinese restaurant I’ve ever been to.” I said and Lin nodded, hopping into the drivers side of my car. “Lin. That’s not the passenger side. Get your ass out.” I said and Lin shook his head, a smile on his face as he climbed into the passenger side. “Even your cars are weird.” Lin muttered and I rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue out at him. “If you insult me and my country again I will deny you Chinese food.” I said and Lin raised his arms in mock surrender. I chuckled and started the car. The radio played In The Heights, and we rocked out as we made our way into the Valley. “Here we are. The Enjoy Inn.” I said and Lin looked incredibly happy. “This better be as good as you say it is.” He said, opening the restaurant doors. “I can assure you that it is.” I said, approaching a waiter. “Table for two please?” I said and the waiter nodded, ushering us towards a booth. “That was incredible.” Lin said and I shrugged my shoulders, taking a seat in the booth. Lin sat down opposite me and took two menus from the waiter. “Thanks.” I said and the waiter smiled before walking away. “Saturday is, surprisingly enough, their least busy day.” I said and Lin nodded, a smile on his face. “Well, you can order. You seem to know this place well.” Lin said and I rolled my eyes. “Understatement of the century. I was born and raised in Brisbane. I know this place like the back of my hand.” I said and Lin chuckled slightly, waving the waiter back. I ordered our drinks as well as our food and he smiled, walking off. “So, what’s New York like? I thought I’d ask seeing as we’ve done so much Brissy sight seeing.” I said and Lin arched his brow. “It’s slang for Brisbane.” I answered quickly and he nodded, taking my menu and putting it on top of his near the back of the table. “New York is busy. Like, you can’t get on the subway without being shoved at least once.” Lin said and I snorted, gaining quizzical looks from the other patrons. “You think that’s bad? Queensland Rail is so unreliable. The trains are never on time, and they’re always boiling in summer and freezing in winter. And when I say boiling, I mean boiling. It can get to like 40 odd degrees on those trains in summer.” I said and Lin looked at me strangely. “40 degrees isn’t boiling, what the hell.” Lin said and I sighed, putting my head in my hands. “You bloody yanks. I forgot that you use Fahrenheit. 40 degrees Celsius is like 100 degrees Fahrenheit.” I said and Lin’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit. Are you Australians all right?” Lin said and I laughed, shaking my head slightly. “Everything here wants to kill you and it’s always hot, so no. We’re not ok.” I said, laughing as I spoke. Lin’s eyes lit up and he let out a loud laugh. “That was gold oh my god.” He said, looking up as the waiter placed the food down in front of us. “Here it is. Dig in Linny boy.”

“I swear I’m going to burst. I’ve never eaten this much food ever.” Lin said and I nodded, feeling as if I were going to explode. “You were right when you said that it was the best Chinese food. Because damn.” Lin said and I let out a laugh as we pulled into my complex. “I told you Miranda. I never disappoint.” I said, a smirk on my face. A yawn slipped out of his mouth as I unlocked the door and my smirk grew. “Tired are we?” I said and Lin nodded sheepishly. “You can get changed in the bathroom. It’s just down the hall next to your room.” I said and Lin smiled, picking up his bag and trudging down to the bathroom. “Hey Y/N?” Lin called and I made noise of acknowledgement. “The bathroom’s next to your room.” Lin said and I walked over to him. “Yeah. I’ll take the couch. It’s no biggie.” I said and Lin nodded, a look of annoyance on his face. “No, I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s fine.” Lin said and I folded my arms over my chest, shaking my head. “Absolutely not. You came all this way and I’m not having you sleep on my shitty couch.” I said, trying to get my point across desperately. Lin sighed, clearly not having it. “How about we both sleep in your room?” Lin suggested and I nearly dropped my pyjamas. “I uh, my, um. Sure.” I squeaked, surprised that my voice didn’t break too much. “Great. I’ll go get changed.” Lin said cheerily, ducking off to the bathroom. Once he was gone I let out a shaky sigh, wondering what would happen. Lin emerged and I smiled halfheartedly at him. I quickly changed into my pyjamas and made my way out of the bathroom. “I’m knackered, so I’m gonna head to bed.” I said and Lin chuckled, looking at me strangely. “I could only assume that means tired.” He said and I nodded, yawning slightly as I did. “Just saying, I call dibs on the left side of the bed.” Lin said, walking into my room with a smile on his face. “All yours Miranda.” I said, pulling back the covers on the bed. “How perfect is it that you have a double bed.” Lin said and I nodded sheepishly, my cheeks pink. Lin smirked slightly at me before launching himself on my bed. “Left side, as promised.” He said and I smiled at him, my eyelids beginning to feel heavy. “Goodnight Lin. It was so nice to finally see you in person.” I said, my voice trailing slightly. I closed my eyes and slipped down into my bed. Lin laughed lightly and pressed a feathery kiss to the top of my head. “You too Y/N. You too.”

What Happened at the Airport

Summary: Quick fic of what happened at the airport after Dan and Phil missed their flight to LA, based on the story they told at Vidcon. 

Excerpt; Dan kissed back, tears still falling. He felt Phil’s arms wrap around him and he hugged him tightly back. They didn’t need to speak to know how the other was feeling. They could feel their sadness, their guilt, their disbelief through their embrace. They continued kissing, and continued sobbing, their cheeks becoming wet with each other’s tears.

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Sadness & Crying (but lots of comfort and happy ending)

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OTEverybody: Proposal

Originally posted by haenct

Rated: I honestly don’t know

Pairing: *mumbles incoherently* Everyone

Summary: Being NCT’s manager was challenging as it is, add to that the fact that suddenly half of them feel the need to win your affection.

(A/N): I don’t know what this is or why this is, it was just really fun to write. Before people start unfollowing me I have to point out that THIS IS A JOKE. It’s just something really stupid I’m writing for fun, so just take it as that.

Proposal | Practice Room | Meeting| Third Floor | Airport

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