shopping cart race

anyway when the girls graduate, nicky makes a video montage of a bunch of clips of the foxes doing things together with that song from Up over it

and it’s the cutest thing ever like.  there’s a video of matt giving dan a piggyback ride through an airport corridor when their flight got delayed, and they got neil to carry allison so they could race.  it ends up with the four of them crashing and nearly toppling to the ground.

and the time renee fell asleep during one of the movie nights, and allison and matt teamed up to see how much popcorn they could balance on her head before she woke up.  the night after a game when they’re out to buy liquor, and dan and nicky have a shopping cart race.

there’s also neil and renee trying to figure out how to assemble an ikea bookshelf for neil’s dorm room from the beginning of the year, which is followed by a clip from a couple months later when nicky and matt were more than a little drunk and accidentally smashed it.

the wild grin on kevin’s face when he watches the trojans win a big game and the video from later that night where he’s merrily indulging in a pint of ice cream with dan.  the time katelyn got aaron and nicky to do one of the shorter cheer routines.  matt lying on the floor with neil, laughing at neil’s terrible attempts to play some video game.

but then it gets really bittersweet, with clips from their final game (they lost, but it was to the trojans, and that’s the best way to lose), and their final post-game dinner, their final group movie night.  and it’s so sweet and precious and i’m emotional alright

things i associate with the hogwarts houses


adrenaline rushes, climbing to a rooftop to see the sunrise, bruised knees, sneaking out at nightime, hot chocolate, sitting in front of a fireplace, running through corridors, shopping cart races, midday sun, unstoppable laughter


passing notes to friends during classes, organising shelves, flower crowns, first warm spring day, fierce protectiveness, large bags of candy, group chats, countless hours of practising one’s skills, holding on tight, reminiscing old times


intense debates, muffled speech inside a library, pointing out constellations, writing notes on books, a glass of good wine, pale morning sky, ink on fingertips, learning multiple languages, staying up all night, unreadable handwriting


marble floors, the sound of running water, lists of good schools in big cities, motivational speeches, winter nights, rooms lit with candles, always having a plan, rarely shared secrets, smirking at the people you hate, expensive chocolate

Grocery Shopping

I need Nico and Will going grocery shopping together. Them racing shopping carts around the store. The arguing which food brands to get like:

Will: I am the doctor and these are better for our health

Nico: bUt THEse Taste BEtter

Will: Nico, no

Nico: *grabbing a bunch in his hands and running away* NICO YESSS


anonymous asked:

rfa + v reaction to mc doing the thing where they are pushing a grocery cart and step up and ride on it


  • Acts like he’s above it at first like “MC that’s so childish you could run into something”
  • But he quickly starts encouraging it
  • Probably climbs into the cart so he can ride while you’re pushing it


  • He 100% used to do this when he was a kid when his parents weren’t looking
  • He wants to join in so ever the problem solver he suggests you take turns as one of you jumps up on it and the other one steers and makes sure you don’t run into anything
  • Pretends nothing happened everytime you come across a worker


  • She doesn’t really react to you doing it so long as you don’t run into anything
  • But she will chide you if you do it too much
  • Hey at least if that entertains you she doesn’t have to push the cart


  • Has no patience for this
  • Like it’s so disruptive and if you run into something you could get hurt and you guys might get thrown out of the store
  • But if you fight it and keep doing it he’ll back down p quickly and just let u do your thing


  • Can you say shopping cart races??
  • He has horrible control though it definitely ends in him running straight into a shelf
  • Or with a worker throwing you out of the store


  • He would tell you that it’s probably not a good idea to be doing that
  • But he’s such a sweetie he wouldn’t push it
  • Like Yoosung he would help guide it so you don’t run into anything or run into him

anonymous asked:

Going grocery shopping with the Avengers

Originally posted by wakandaentertainment

  • Having written out a carefully planned list of thing you need, only knowing the second you walk into the supermarket that will idea go to shit. 
  • You’re in charge of the shopping cart! 
  • “Because Tony last time you fitted boosters to the wheels and we got banned for six months from that store” 
  • Clint and Sam throwing in unnecessary items into the shopping cart. 
  • “We don’t need 102 flossing sticks Sam” 
  • “Ok (Y/N) but what if we do?”
  • Pietro speeding back to grab stuff you missed and Wanda using her magic to get stuff off the top shelf that you can’t reach(and generally being the only ones who are listening to you) 
  • Natasha just brazenly opening a packet of chips while you walk around. 
  • “We haven’t paid for that yet Tasha” 
  • “But I’m hungry” 
  • Tony complaining about the layout of the store and drawing a better blueprint on the back of a cereal box, then getting yelled at for defacing items. 
  • You’d give him the stink eye as he placed the item in the cart sheepishly. 
  • Having Steve add up the items as you go. 
  • Inevitably having an argument over the cost of coffee. 
  • “$5!! That’s ridiculous put it back that’s too expensive” 
  • “Steve it’s only $5″ 
  • Steve is basically the Dad that always goes for the offers to make it cheeper. But you’d draw the line at home brand cookies.   
  • Bruce having to calm you before you got to frazzled and ‘hulked out’ his words not yours! 
  • Sam and Bucky having shopping cart races down the isle’s and knocking displays over. 
  • “I swear to god if you don’t act your age I will smack you so hard into next week. 
  • “Is that a promise doll?” 
  • “Don’t push me Barnes or I’ll put your coco pops back” 
  • “You wouldn’t!”
  • “Try Me” 
  • You’d basically be the Mum Friend trying to wrangle your overgrown avenging children.  

Headcannon Hour

OTP prompts - requests

Ok but OTP bot is like the best thing ever. So here are some of my favorite amazing prompts by OTP bot that I made into a list. Feel free to reblog if you’re into writing too ! Send me a number(s) and a character(s) from DC, Marvel, Sherlock or Supernatural (EDIT : I’m adding Harry Potter, , The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings and Dragon Age/Mass Effect to the list) and I’ll write you a thing ! :

#1. Learning something new about each other. 

#2. Locked in a closet.                  

#3. Being sickeningly affectionate with each other.    

#4. Switching personalities for a day.           

#5. Doing each other’s hair.                            

#6. Getting caught making out.        

#7. Racing shopping carts down the store aisles.         

#8. Going through a crisis together.     

#9. Shopping for baby supplies.  

#10. Making love for the first time.          

#11. Sending each other goofy selfies.                      

#12. Blowing raspberries on each other’s stomachs.

(Once more I repeat, all those prompts are originally from OTP bot)

anonymous asked:

Sanvers headcanon: grocery shopping is an adventure when they're together. Racing shopping carts. Maggie running down the aisle with the cart and then jumping up to ride it the rest of the way. Don't even get Alex started when it comes to the ice cream aisle. Just don't do it. And if there are free samples, those employees aren't going to know what hit them when Sanvers rolls up :)

omg Sanvers are totally that couple I LOVE

send me supergirl headcanons

Special thanks to @x-aa for allowing me to use her art for the thumbnail!


He looked up to see Marinette standing in front of him. It was the middle of the night and he was sitting on a park bench, not wanting to go home quite yet. “Princess? What are you doing out so late, alone?” He asked.

“I… was trying to catch some footage of the Akuma fight as a present for Alya!” She exclaimed.

“That’s not safe,” He said, patting the space next to him as a gesture for her to sit down.

“I guess you could call me a rebel.”

“A pretty cute one,” he winked.

“You never stop flirting, do you kitty?”

“It’s im-paw-sible.”

“You’re starting to make me feel bad for Ladybug,” she joked, sitting down next to him.

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“How would she feel if she knew that you were flirting with other girls?”

“Oh, but Marinette,” he said, leaning in towards her, “You aren’t just some other girl.”

She was a bit taken aback by his words. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She laughed, glancing away from his gaze.

“I’m sorry, did I fluster you?” Chat grinned, pulling away from her face. “I’m only teasing after all.”

“Are you hungry?”

“A little, why?”

“I guess I’m the kind of person who likes to feed stray cats.”

Chat couldn’t help but let his grin grow wider. A home-cooked meal is everything he wanted in that moment. “What’s on the menu?” He asked.

“How about we stop at the store first and you can pick out your favorites.”

“Really? You’ll make me lumpia?”

“Lumpia?” Marinette turned around with a question on her face. “What’s that?”

“Filipino egg rolls.”

That’s your favorite food?”

“I just want to eat it.”

“…Chat?” Marinette glanced over at him, “…Did you see this in an Anime?”

“What? No!”

“Reeeeally?” Marinette asked, skepticism bleeding out of her voice.


“Okay. I’ll look up the recipe online,” she said, pulling out her phone. “Let’s see… We’ll need meat, green onions, carrots, egg roll wrappers…” She quickly typed up what ingredients her parents didn’t have at home and started walking ahead.

“Wait for me, Princess!” He called after her. Several phones were out by the time they reached the store, recording Paris’ favorite superhero racing shopping carts with a random girl.

“Don’t you think we’re a little old for this?” Marinette asked, balancing herself on the railing of her cart as her feet hovered above the floor.


“Coming from the guy wearing a mask.”

“Touche,” He smiled, grabbing a package of ground turkey, “Would you prefer this, or pork?”

“Ground turkey will be easier to cook,” She said, comparing prices. “Anything else you’d like before we check out? Some chocolate, perhaps?”

“Chocolate?” Chat’s ears popped up at the suggestion. “I can have some?”

“Yes?” Marinette wasn’t sure why her partner was so excited at her recommendation. Was he not allowed to eat sweets often?

“What kind? Like, a chocolate bar, or truffles? Or maybe something dipped in chocolate! Or, because it’s almost Christmas, Orange-flavored chocolate that you can peel ‘slices’ off of?”

She bit back a laugh at the sight of so much excitement in the young man’s stature. “Yeah, okay. We’ll get two orange-flavored breakaway chocolate balls.”

His face light up and he sprinted to the candy aisle, leaving Marinette to follow him like a mother with her five-year-old son. “Milk or dark chocolate?” He asked, his arms filled with the seasonal chocolate.

“Whichever you’d like,” She said, “But you can only get two, and one of them is for me.”

Chat stood up after a few minutes, proudly holding out his selection- one dark chocolate and one milk chocolate. “Are these two okay?” he asked.

“Perfect choice. Shall we go check out?”

“Yeah!” He returned to his place at her side and waved at a passing child looking at him in awe.

“I bet you just made that kid’s day,” Marinette said, patting him on the back.

“You think?”

“If you go ask to take a picture with him he’ll be the most popular boy in school for a week.”

“I… guess. I mean, I never really thought of myself that way.”

“Come on, Chat. All of Paris looks up to you,” Marinette said, unloading the cart onto the checkout.

“Do you really think so?” He asked.

“What makes you question it?”

“I mean, do you think Ladybug views me in that light?”

Marinette froze with her hands on the onions. “What do you mean?”

“Do you think Ladybug looks up to me?” He unloaded the chocolate onto the conveyor belt.


Chat looked up at her in surprise of her stern answer and didn’t know how to respond. The cashier checked them out and they made their way back to her place in silence. He was on the edge the whole time, unable to tell if the quiet between them was uncomfortable or not.

“Here’s a spatula. If you’ll start the meat I’ll start dicing the onions,” Marinette said, handing him the utensil and the package of ground turkey.

“Medium heat?” He asked.

“Sure, sounds good. Throw some oil in there with it.” Marinette said, turning to dice up the vegetables. A few minutes later she heard an unusual noise and turned to see Chat on the brink of tears.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, suddenly worried about her partner.

“Nothing, I’m just… really happy right now. Sorry, I guess I’m a bit of a crybaby,” Chat said, trying to sniffle his tears back inside him.

“No, really, what’s going on?” She reached up to touch his face in support.

“Nah, it’s stupid.”

“I don’t care. Tell me.”

“It’s just… shopping for food together. Cooking together. It feels nice.”

“What do you mean?”

“I guess I’m just not used to this feeling.”

“And what feeling is that?”


Marinette froze at his bold choice of words. “Home?” She asked.

“I would imagine that this is what shopping with your family feels like,” he sighed, mixing the meat into the bowl and giving her a weak smile. “I think it’s time to start rolling them up.”

“…We need to add the soy sauce first,” Marinette said, unsure how to respond to his remark.

“…Do you plan on having a family, Princess?” He asked.

“As opposed to what?”

“Being a career woman,” Chat said, pulling out a wrapper and spooning the filling on it.

“I think… family would come first,” Marinette said, sealing the wrappers he filled with a beaten egg.

“It would be a nice life, wouldn’t it?”

“Cooking with your family each day?”


“…I think so too,” Marinette said, throwing the rolls into a pot of oil. “But Chat, you already have a home whenever you need it.”

“It doesn’t feel like home,” He sighed.

“I’m not talking about where you sleep at night, silly kitty,” Marinette laughed.

“Then… where are you talking about?” He asked, furrowing his brows.

“Here!” She pointed to herself. “Friends can be family too you know.”

“We’re… friends?” Chat said in astonishment, his eyes growing wide.

“Of course we are! I don’t make lumpia with just anyone, you know!”

“Friends…” Chat whispered, staring at his classmate. A warm fire flickered in his heart that brought a smile to his face. Perhaps this feeling of home wasn’t going to be temporary.


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Sans: so since Tori is always busy with all that teacher stuff, me and Paps were left in charge taking Frisk out shopping for presents for everyone….Now, why the robot wanted to join us?…i have no idea.

Friendly reminder that
• Gansey once bought a Fair Trade coffee drink only so he could tell Blue he bought a Fair Trade coffee drink
• Ronan googled “How to take care of a baby raven” at some point
• Apparently, each boy has a knocking sign for Monmouth Manufacturing
• Malory is obsessed with pigeons
• Gansey compared Blue to a platypus or a mini sandwich once
• Adam keeps a picture of a male model in his glove compartment
 - For “inspiration
 - He then proceeds to compare their new Latin teacher to said model
• Ronan calls Adam by his first name once in each book
• Chainsaw apparently has special names for people
 - Ronan’s (and the only one we know so far) is “Kerah”
• Ronan used to participate in Irish music competitions
• Helen Gansey is a queen
• Gansey sleeps in the living room of his own house
 - Even after they find out Noah is a ghost, he does not move
• Ronan made Adam a mixtape
 - Granted, all that was one it was the Murder Squash song, but still
• Ronan chews on his leather wristbands when he’s thinking
• Adam’s character development is absolutely gorgeous
• Noah likes to pet Blue’s hair
• Blue made trees out of “repurposed canvas”
• Calla does aerial yoga
• Orla painted Blue’s nails in the colour of the Pig because Blue made a comeback that Orla approved of
• Adam’s eyelashes are described as “pretty enough to be a girl’s”
• Gansey’s mother gave Adam a rubber plant as a gift for no reason at all
• Gwenllian puts things she’d need later in her hair
• The Greenmantles have an appallingly ugly dog called Otho
• Gansey-on-fire exists
• Matthew is a ray of sunshine
Aurora Lynch is a sleeping beauty
• Maggie Stiefvater is the Queen of Cool
• Ronan dreamt up some hand lotion for Adam and it worked like miracles
• Ronan and Adam have a grading system for racing shopping carts across parking lots
• Noah always makes sure his friends are save
• Adam frequently runs out of money for food
• Noah had two sisters
• Gansey, Adam, Ronan, and the Grey Man all suffer from untreated PTSD
• Gansey is going to die

Imagine Yosuke asking Souji to help him cover a late shift at Junes. They’re the only two there and it’s really late at night. They start to get stir crazy and begin racing shopping carts….this doesn’t go well and they both capsize the first couple of times. But then they make a game out of it, who can wipe out in the coolest way possible. So they start trying to flip over the handles and and do jumps and they take turns commentating on each others runs. 
“Here goes Souji Seta….he’s running….running jumps into the cart with great form…nice executION AND INTO THE DISPLAY!! SMASHED HIS FACE REAL BAD!!! 7.3.”

Teenage Shenanigans (Fall Out Boy)

Based Off of the Request:  Heya! Do you think you could eventually write a fic where its a reader insert and the reader is friends with the boys,and they’re all in high school,and they just go out late at night to do stupid teenager bullshit.Like midnight explorations,trips to the store for fire crackers or sparklers,stealing shoppings carts and racing in them,Swimming in the lake,or even a 3am meal at a 24 diner like Denny’s???

“Do you guys ever think we’re not having enough fun? Like we’ve been approaching high school all wrong?” I ask the question that’s been burning a hole in my mind.

“You can’t be that philosophical while eating a twinkie” Joe responds first, flicking the back of my hand.

“Im serious” I say, annoyed, dropping the food and crossing my arms. “I feel like we’re not living up to our potential”

“What do you mean?” Patrick asks, looking intrigued.

“I just- we don’t do anything” I say, struggling to explain my thoughts.

“We do lots of stuff” Pete argues, looking mildly offended.

“No we do, like three things, we just do them a lot. I take pictures, and you guys have your band- which is great” I quickly add as they all look slightly offended, “We hang out on the weekends, and we go to school. But that’s it”

“Well what do you wanna do?” Andy asks, looking at me intently.

“I don’t know, I just. I wanna do stupid teenager things, and stay up too late, and go to parties, and just have fun.”

“Are you on drugs?” Pete asks, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes.

“Forget it” I say with a sigh, “I’ll see you guys after school”. I grab my stuff and walk away from the table, feeling partly bad for bringing it up and partly frustrated that they didn’t get it.

“She does have a point” I hear Andy say quietly as I walk away.


Later That Night

“I’m bored” I proclaim from my position, lying in the middle of Patrick’s bedroom floor.

“Me too” Joe adds, from right next to me.

“Me three” Patrick adds from his bed.

“Ugh Trick that joke was bad ten years ago” I say with a laugh.

“Everyone get up” Pete suddenly demands, jumping up from his chair.

“Why?” Joe says with a groan.

“We’re going out” he explains, “and if you guys aren’t in my car in five minutes i’m leaving you here”

Pete runs out of the room and the rest of us look at one another, confused.

“I guess we should go” I say, accepting Andy’s hand as he pulls me up from the ground.

“There’s like a fifteen percent chance one of us is about to die” Joe says as we walk through the door.

“Yeah if we’re lucky” Andy mumbles, sending us into a fit of laughter as we all pile into Pete’s car.

Ten minutes later, Pete pulls into a Walmart parking lot.

“Are you serious” I say as he parks, “Patrick’s gross bedroom floor was better than this”

“Hey!” Patrick injects from the front seat.

“Patrick, I love ya, but we all know you are not a clean person” I say raising my brows.

“That’s fair” Patrick says nodding.

“I’ll be back in five minutes, everyone chill” Pete explains, running out of the car.

“What’s in the bag?” Joe asks as Pete plops into the driver’s seat.

“None of your business, Trohman” he retorts, moving the car into park and pulling out of his spot.

Pete refuses to say anything else until we get to our destination.

“Why are we at a park?” Joe asks.

“You realize it’s 2:30 in the morning” Andy adds.

“Hey!”Pete yells, silencing everyone’s comments. “The girl” he says, gesturing to me, “said we never do anything fun or cool. So get out of the god damn car, and come with me!”

“Oh wow okay” Patrick says, following him out of the car. The rest of us follow Pete up a grassy hill. He stands at the top, grinning at us. Before we have a chance to ask, he drops to the ground and rolls down the hill, hollering the whole time.

“What are you doing!?” I yell, laughing as he rolls down.

“I’m living! What are you doing?” he responds, throwing his arms in the air as he stands up.

With a laugh and a shrug at the others, I lie down and roll down the hill, screaming the whole way. Shaking with laughter by the time I roll to a stop, I stand up to see Pete taking boxes of sparklers out of the bag. Grinning, I hurriedly run to the car, grabbing my camera out of the back. I get back just in time to snap a picture of Patrick, Pete, and Andy laughing as they stand up for their roll down the hill. Then, with music blasting and sparklers being handed out, we party in the middle of the park. I snap a picture of the guys drawing or writing in the air with their sparklers. And yeah, Joe and Pete drew a penis, but I still loved the picture.


*Two Weeks Later*

“Get in bitch we’re going shopping” Pete yells out of his window as I walk down the front path to his car.

“Did you just quote Mean Girls?” I ask with a laugh as I pull open the door and squish into the seat next to Andy.

“Yes I did and I have no regrets” he responds, pulling the car away from the curb.

“So, what’s the plan tonight?” Patrick asks.

“I wasn’t kidding, we’re going shopping” Pete says.

“What? Why?” Joe says in disgust.

“Sorry, I told my mom I would go to Home Depot for her”

Joe heaves a heavy sigh, so Pete leans forward and cranks the music up.

“Push me, Hurley” I say, sitting cross legged in a cart.

“How old are you?” He says with a laugh, pushing me into the store anyway.

“Physically? 17. Mentally? Somewhere between 8 and 12”

“Points for honesty” Joe says with a chuckle.

“Hey Pat take a picture” I say, handing my camera to Patrick. He walks to the front of the cart. I raise both of my hands up in peace signs as Andy grins at the camera.

“You guys are ridiculous” Pete says a few minutes later as we roam the aisles, me still in the cart.

“You’re just mad because you have to walk and I don't” I say sticking my tongue out.

“You guys are going so slow it might actually be faster to walk” Patrick says sassily.

“Is that a challenge?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“What- no, I” Patrick frantically backtracks

“Sounds like a challenge to me! What do you think Hurley?” I twist in the cart, looking up at Andy.

“Oh definitely”

“It wasn’t a challenge!” Patrick yells, immediately cringing when a man nearby glares at us.

“Fine,” I say leaning forward “Then I make it a challenge. I bet you and Pete couldn’t beat Andy and I in a cart race”

“You’re. On” Patrick says. Pete runs off to grab a cart, and Andy and I set up at the front of an aisle.

“You’re going down” Pete says, clambering into the cart. Joe runs to the end of the large aisle, waiting to judge the winner.

“Prepare to lose Stump” Andy says, getting into a running position.

“We’ll be waiting for you at the finish line” Patrick throws back, copying his stance.

From the end of the aisle Joe starts yelling. “THREE. TWO. ONE. GO!!!”

Andy and Patrick take off, pushing us as fast as possible. Pete immediately starts laughing, and I’m caught somewhere between laughing and screaming, between joy and terror.

All of a sudden,we’re only ten feet from the finish line,and from behind us comes a loud shout.


Patrick, surprised from the yell, immediately slows, while Andy ignores it all together and passes the line first.

“Whoo! We win!” I yell happily, only to turn around to see a very angry Home Depot employee glaring at us.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave” The man says angrily.

“Why?” I ask innocently.

“Because you’re disrupting our store and the customers with your stupid teenage shenanigans!” the man says bitterly.

Despite the mood, we all crack up at the use of the word shenanigans.

“This isnt a joke! Get out or I call the cops!”

The words sober us up, and Andy reaches up to help me out of the cart as Pete gets out of his.

“Can we still buy these?” Joe asks, holding up the two items Pete had gotten.

“OUT!” the guy yells.

We all duck our heads like little kids getting in trouble and walk quicky out of the store. It isnt until we’re halfway to the car that I let out another laugh. Soon we’re all clutching our stomach and laughing so hard we can’t breathe.

“We just kicked out of a fucking Home Depot” Joe says, leaning on Patrick’s shoulder.

“That was crazy” Patrick says, red in the face from laughing.

“No, that was awesome!” Pete and I say at the same time.

“Everyone pose for a picture!” I demand, making them all stand in a line below the Home Depot sign.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m exhausted now” Andy says with a grin.

“I think that’s enough “shenanigans” for one night” Pete says, using air quotes, and causing us all to laugh again.

“Seriously though. Anyone up for a movie night at my place?” I ask, wiping away tears of laughter.

“I’m in” Andy says immediately, followed up by agreements from everyone else.

So we once again pile into Pete’s car, heading into the night.


*A Month Later*

“I want pancakes” Joe says.

“Shut up dude” Pete groans from a few feet away.

“I’m not kidding.” Joe replies offended.


“Guys will you shut up?” I mumble from the bed. The guys were all crashing on my bedroom floor, since none of us were really good to drive after the night’s activities.

“I want pancakes” Joe repeats.

No one responds.

“I. Want. Pancaaaakeeeeeees” he says again.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I will crawl over there and strangle you” Patrick mumbles angrily.

“Just think about it. Warm Pancakes with syrup over the top. Hashbrowns-” Joe’s description is cut off by his loud grunt. Probably from Patrick’s fist hitting his stomach.

“It’s 3:30 in the morning Joe” I argue.

“Pleeeeaaaasssseeee” he says.

I groan and get up, attempting to avoid the guys as I walk to the light switch.

“Get up assholes, we’re going for pancakes” I say loudly. Pete and Patrick both squint at the light and immediately flip me off.

“Come on,” I say nudging Patrick with my toes, “You know you love pancakes.”

“I love sleep more” he groans, burying his face in the pillow.

“I’ll buy” I offer.

Immediately, Patrick,Pete and Andy start getting up. And twenty five minutes later, we’re sitting in a booth at Denny’s.

“I think I’m drunk and hungover at the same time” Pete says groaning, “Is that even possible?”

“Oh stop complaining, we all feel like shit” I grumble.

“No, I feel perfectly fine” Andy says with a big grin. It doesn’t leave his face, even as we all turn to glare at him.

“Anyway, are you happy now?” I turn to Joe, raising my eyebrows.

“Definitely” he says, smiling around a mouthful of pancake. I raise my camera up and snap a picture of him, mouth stuffed with pancake and him grinning like an idiot.

“Good, because we’re doing something I want to do now.” I say with a grin.

“Which is…?” Patrick probes.

“Eh, it’s a surprise.” I respond with a secretive grin.

They all try to figure it out, but by the time we leave the diner a half hour later, they still don’t know. I get the waitress to snap a picture of the five of us crammed into the small booth, and then we leave.

A Half hour later, I pull into the front row spot near the Lake.

“Why are we here?” Andy asks as we all get out of the car and I lead them towards the lake.

“Yeah, it’s so dark we can’t even see the water” Joe says, confused.

“Well that’s okay” I say, walking backwards down the dock. “Because we’re not here to look at it. We’re here to swim” I grin at them.

“What?” Patrick responds, shocked.

“We don’t have swimsuits” Joe says, looking around with a small smile.

“Who needs suits?” I say teasingly, pulling my t shirt off over my head. Patrick and Andy immediately looks away, while Pete shakes his head with a laugh.

“Oh please, you guys have all seen me in a bikini, it’s basically the same thing” I say, rolling my eyes as I pull my jeans down and kick them off. “So who’s in?”

“Oh i’m so in” pete says, tugging his shirt off over his head, as Joe and Andy do the same.

“Come on Patrick” I say, pouting.

“I, I don’t think we’re supposed to be here this late” Patrick says, looking uncomfortable.

“Look, you don’t have to get in if you don’t want to” i say, “But i would really love it if you did”

I look at him with my pouting face for a few more seconds.

“You are going to be the death of us, (Y/N)” he says, grudgingly taking his shirt off.

I grin and turn around, running and jumping into the water, coming up gasping for air as I starts laughing. The guy follow me one by one, and soon we’re all splashing and laughing in the dark water. We stay there for hours, playing and splashing and living. We stay there until sunrise, when the sun starts to paint the sky in pastel purples, oranges, and pinks.

We all get out, cold and wet, sharing the one small towel I had in the back of my car. I get a picture of the four of them, wet and crowding around the trunk of my car. None of them notice Im taking the picture, except for Pete, who grins at me over Joe’s shoulder. The whole ride home we’re damp and tired, but we’re happy.

By the time we finally collapse in my room to go back to sleep, it’s 6:30 in the morning and the light creeps in my window as we all find our pillows and blankets, settling down for some sleep.

I feel my eyes drooping shut, but I’m still smiling.

“I love you guys” I say to the room.

They all immediately shush me, so I fall quiet in response. But after a few more seconds come their responses, said by each one of them, but all at the same time.

“We love you too, (Y/N)”

The Barricade Boys at the grocery store
  • Enjloras : Always checks whether the products are locally farmed and/or produced because he wants to support the French economy. Goes on rants about the price of meat "only 2€ for a chicken?! what is it made out of, cardboard?!". Makes a point of leaving his place to pregnant people and the elderly in the checkout line.
  • Grantaire : always takes the opportunity to slide with the shopping cart. Has cart races with Bahorel. Never really looks into what's he's buying but a cool package is always appreciated. Super polite with the cashier. Lives for school supplies season.
  • Combeferre : spends hours looking at the ingredients at the back of the package, not for health concerns but because it's INTERESTING. Will get into deep philosophical discussions with the cashier without realizing it.
  • Courferyac : Adored by the cashier because he's always paying them compliments. Always forgets to buy that one thing he came to the store for. Will buy the most unnecessary shit claiming that he's going to use them but never actually does.
  • Bossuet : Break at least one thing every time he goes grocery shopping, especially pickled onion jars, so Chetta and Joly decided that he was no longer allowed to be in charge of the groceries.
  • Joly : Is the most reasonable of them all. Always careful to buy organic products and items for a balanced diet. Will avoid the butcher's stall at all cost. Buys the same products all the time and he finds himself rather annoyed when one of those runs out.
  • Jehan : Uses the self checkout because "i'm the prettiest cashier, i'll have you know". Spends way too much time in the lotion and bath products aisle. Buys the shower gels that smell like pastries.
  • Feuilly : Looks at the prices like he's balancing his checkbook and let's be honest he probably is. Will succeed in sweet talking the cashier into a discount. Has probably already worked at the store this year. Twice.
  • Bahorel : Looks all hunky and hyper masculine and buys THE PRETTIEST SHIT. Confetti cupcakes, hello kitty cookies, Frozen themed cereals. Everybody looks at him thinking he buys all that for another person so he yells "JUST SO YOU KNOW I'M BUYING THIS FOR MYSELF!" throughout the store.