#and dont want to pay forty bucks or whatever the fuck

[incorrect-nielwoon]

Daniel: what do you all do to relax after a tough day?

Jaehwan: dramatically serenade myself in the mirror.

Jisung: puzzles.

Jihoon: eat a cookie! and when I'm feeling dangerous... I eat a second cookie.

Sungwoon: I usually go and sit on a surface that isn't meant to be sat on, because when tomorrow comes I will be faced with even more challenges... and I am too overwhelmed to be worrying about what is and is not a chair.

Daniel: Sungwoon, I was feeling good today.

[lesbianrobin]

Im dying to know, do you have any holiday-themed Steve, Robin, Party, etc. headcanons?

god you KNOW i do!!! first of all i celebrate christmas and i dont rly know anything about other holidays this time of year so im just gonna... work on the assumption that they all celebrate christmas, but if anyone who doesnt celebrate or celebrates something else wants to reblog and add their own hcs i encourage it!!! okay this is gonna be so scattered but:

steve never really liked christmas very much. it was always just stressful and he hated having to spend time with his family and he always got like the most generic expensive boring gifts from his parents and it just wasn't really fun... the first christmas he really got into it was the christmas he spent with nancy and after they broke up, he was like oh christmas just fucking sucks!! but then...

that next christmas dustin invites him over for christmas eve and he brings a pie that he bought from the grocery store and claudia thanks him a million times and he wishes that he'd baked it himself so he didn't feel so guilty

dustin gives him a little baseball bat ornament and claudia is like "oh i thought you played basketball!" and steve is like "oh uh i do but i like baseball too :)" and he and dustin kinda smile at each other and steve ruffles his hair and they watch rudolph on tv and steve is like oh christmas.... is good......

speaking of dustin he always starts thinking about christmas gifts in like october but somehow ends up with absolutely nothing on december 20th and he has to run around in a panic finding gifts for the party

he drinks hot chocolate like a maniac... he doesnt drink water the entire month of december it's hot chocolate or it's nothing

hes one of those people who will say "come on it's christmas!!!" on like the tenth

lucas is one of those people who will say "no asshole it's december tenth"

lucas loves christmas!! he just thinks that it's a day and not a whole fucking month!!! he thinks anything before like december 15th is too much

the only thing he hates about christmas is that his parents always make him and erica pick out gifts for each other with no help from them... and since erica is an evil genius she always gets lucas the perfect gift just so she can hold it over his head for the entire year when he accidentally gets her a toy she already owns

she literally watches him open his present like >:) and lucas is pissed when it's this extremely specific action figure that he's wanted for a long time but he swears he never even mentioned it to anybody

and then he just sits there feeling like a stupid asshole as she unwraps a random doll that lucas figured she might like since its hair looks kind of sort of vaguely like erica's and she's like "thanks lucas :) i think i have this one already but it's sweet" and his parents are like "hey it's the thought that counts! erica see your brother knows what you like :)" and she's like "yeah :)" and then as soon as their parents aren't looking she sticks her tongue out at lucas and he sticks his out back at her

the sinclairs have such a disgustingly perfect christmas like they bake cookies together and shit it's adorable

speaking of adorable families the byers house is so full of love on christmas

almost all of the ornaments on their tree are handmade little crafts from when will and jonathan were younger and they buy tinsel at the dollar store and just go fucking ham with it their tree always looks like a hobby lobby threw up

growing up joyce would usually try to get them some things they need on christmas and then like one or two special things for each of them and she could never buy the fancy new toys that were in all the ads on tv and in magazines but she knows her boys.... jonathan got his first camera on christmas and it was from a secondhand store and kind of dinged up and definitely old as shit but he loved it..... will always got some new construction paper and crayons or markers so by the end of christmas day joyce would have new drawings to put up on the fridge or a new little ornament that he made for her.....

sometime in november jonathan would always be like "okay will i have a secret mission for you, you need to find out something mom needs that we could give her for christmas!" and will would be like "you have to say your mission should you choose to accept it" and jonathan would say "well i know you're gonna accept the mission" and will's like "jonathannnnn" and jonathan would be like "okay fine your mission should you choose to accept it" and will would be like >:) im a spy >:)

so little baby will would action roll around the house humming the mission impossible theme and peeking around walls at joyce and then after like a week he'd say "i think mom needs a stool she keeps jumping to try and reach stuff high up in the cabinets" and jonathan's like awesome thanks and he finds a cheap folding stool and some chocolates that he can afford with whatever money he has saved up and he has will wrap it because he figures it's like ten times cuter that way and joyce cries when she sees the little christmas card will put with the stool for her

i'm going way more in depth than i need to thvjdjcd but basically the byers house is all love man... so much love ..... they don't use colored lights anymore they only use the solid strands but they still have fun decorating together and will makes paper chains and stuff to hang up and i'm about to make myself cry

so!! this is getting super long fjvndmcmd

nancy is absolute dogshit at buying presents for people she's just terrible at it. she always just asks mike and holly and her parents what they want and buys exactly what they tell her and if they don't tell her anything then she has like a mental breakdown about it and panics and buys like. a flannel pajama gift set from the department store.

when she's dating steve he tells her not to worry about getting him anything which she takes at face value until her mom asks what she's giving steve like three days before christmas and then she starts panicking and she goes to a sporting goods store and just asks the first employee she sees what a teenage boy who plays basketball might like

steve can't tell if he should be like happy or vaguely offended that his girlfriend gave him like shoe deodorizers and a water bottle and socks for a sports team that he doesn't root for... she tried though and thats all he cares about

she and jonathan agree they'll exchange gifts but nothing over like MAX fifteen bucks which is easy she just finds a tape or a record she thinks he'll like and she's set (she spends a full hour in the music store and almost just gets a gift certificate for him but eventually she just says fuck it and picks some random shit she's never heard of and hopes he likes whatever it is)

mike on the other hand is actually like... insanely good at gift giving because he pays close attention to the people he cares about and he just like Knows if lucas or dustin or will is gonna like something

he just doesnt really buy into christmas all that much?? it's cool to get free stuff and eat cookies and all but he thinks people make it into a bigger deal than it should be

holly still believes in santa though so he likes seeing how excited she gets on christmas... it warms his cold tween boy heart.....

the first christmas he gets to spend with el he turns into a fucking christmas enthusiast and he makes her hot chocolate and gives her a tape full of christmas songs and he asks his mom for a bigger gift allowance because he has a GIRLFRIEND now and she's never- uh, THEY'VE never celebrated christmas TOGETHER so it has to be SPECIAL MOM!!!!

karen is like buddy calm down but it's so nice to see him excited about something again that she caves and gives him like forty bucks and tells him not to tell nancy or his dad

el and hopper christmas... i cannot go into detail or i WILL cry but hopper takes her with him to pick out their tree and she's so meticulous about it like examining all of them and he's just standing there in the cold freezing his ass off letting her do her thing because she's so excited that he doesn't have the heart to tell her they're basically all the same and to just hurry up and pick one

he gives her a lot of books... there are so many books under their ugly fucking tree because el picks one thats extremely crooked because she says it seems nice and hopper cant find any of his old decorations so they have to start from scratch...

el enlists the whole party for help finding hopper a present because it has to be the best present of all time!!!! they're like well what does he like and she's like uh tv.... coffee.... gun...... and they're like uh we can get him a coffee mug?

so on christmas morning el presents him with a "BEST DAD" mug full of candy and he hugs her so she won't see that he's fucking crying

she also gives max a drawing she did of max as wonder woman and it isn't very good but max says it's her favorite present she's ever gotten and she keeps it folded up in her nightstand

max has mixed feelings about christmas

i should not have saved her for last this is depressing

fuck her family fuck all of that okay max spends christmas eve with the sinclairs and christmas day with el because her mom and neil don't really feel like celebrating this year and so for the first time in a long time her christmas is full of love and joy and hopper makes them cinnamon rolls for breakfast which el has never had before and it's great

the party usually does a big gift swap and they don't get each other anything too fancy or expensive but it's sweet... they all gather in mike's basement like the day after christmas and eat the leftovers from the wheelers' christmas dinner and give each other comics and action figures and dice

once robin enters the picture she and steve lowkey get smashed on christmas eve together off peppermint schnapps and they play rockin around the christmas tree like ten times and jump around until they get dizzy...

they give each other little things like every other day leading up to christmas so by the end of december they've exchanged gifts like ten times but it isn't their FAULT okay!!! steve just saw these earrings and thought of her so he got them... and robin couldn't just leave that wham! crop top sitting in the store...... and steve couldn't resist the cheap bff necklaces he found while looking for a gift for erica....... and what is robin meant to do, ignore the stuffed kermit doll she saw in a store window?

it's just unrealistic

i like to think that everybody gathers at the byers house for lunch or dinner on christmas eve... they just hang out and exchange presents and make cookies and watch christmas movies and argue over which ones suck and which ones are actually good...... they just spend time together without any fear or danger and it's good

[scifibi]

Mel could I pls have option 1 for Blarke? With: Person A: I’m thinking a spring wedding, or maybe fall, I dont want it to be to cold though. Person B: Babe we aren’t even engaged Person A: sO THAT’S WHAT I FORGOT TO DO LAST NIGHT

OF COURSE you can Caitlyn

YOUR BELLARKE FIC:

[ALSO ON AO3]

“What?” Clarke asks, with a Cheshire-like grin.

He frowns at her, his gaze narrowing playfully. “What’re you up to, Griffin?”

She brushes a perfect blonde curl out of her eyes with one hand and presses the other to her chest, feigning mild shock. “Whatever do you mean, Bellamy?”

“Sparkling wine,” he observes, tapping their recently filled glasses. “That’s not a normal dinner drink.”

“We have wine all the time!”

“Not the sparkling variety,” he retorts dryly. “We’re at a tablecloth restaurant, too. Cloth napkins. Proper candles, with fire and everything.” He cocks his head towards a small door off to the side. “If I go into that bathroom, is someone going to offer me a mint on my way out?”

“Methinks thou doth suspect too much,” Clarke quotes innocently, with a light shrug thrown in for good measure.

“That’s not the line,” he says, already smiling despite himself. Clarke’s been strung a little tighter than usual over the last couple weeks, checking and double-checking throughout the last few days to make sure that they’re still on for tonight’s seemingly special dinner. He’s gone through his calendar multiple times, trying to figure out if he’s forgotten their anniversary or some other important date. 

(And then he’d remembered that they don’t have an actual anniversary date, considering they’d only realised they were dating after several months of sleeping together in a manner they’d both thought was ‘casual’.)

Between the two of them, Clarke’s always been the one who’s more rigid about things like dates and scheduling. Even so, something about the way she’s been acting in the days leading up to this particular dinner has just got his spidey senses tingling. Strangely enough, though, she’s been absurdly normal throughout the actual dinner. She’s laughing frequently, and smiling easily. She's… almost bubbly. Cheerful, even.

He’s beginning to wonder if he’d imagined it all.

He leans forward, making sure to carefully drop his voice a couple of pitches, so it hits that rough tone that always sparks a reaction from his girlfriend. “I’ll get it out of you, princess. One way or another.”

Satisfaction spikes through him when she sits up at that, leaning forward as her face lights up with an interest that definitely isn’t entirely innocent. “Oh, will you, now?”

He turns their lightly entwined hands over on the table, tracing a light line across her warm palm with the very tip of his finger. Light touches always get Clarke way more riled up than anything, a hint of teasing stoking her fire far more easily than the real thing does.

“Dessert first, Clarke,” he says, letting a touch of desire underscore his low tone. “And then I’ll get it out of you.”

She grins, leaning over even further so that his attention is drawn down to the line of her generous cleavage. A deliberate move, no doubt. “And here I was thinking I could be dessert.”

He groans, the sound of her laugh ringing clear in the air.

“How much do you think an open bar costs?”

Bellamy tears his gaze from his book to blink dazedly at his girlfriend.

“I… don’t know,” he says, uncertain. “Probably depends what’s on tap. Maybe… thirty bucks a head? Forty?” He pauses, scratching at his jaw. “Fifty?”

Clarke flops down onto the couch next to him. “Are you just going to keep increasing your guesses by ten?”

He squints. “Sixty?”

“Helpful,” she remarks, the corners of her mouth turning up despite her dry tone. She peers at her phone screen. “Not exactly cheap, though. Maybe we shouldn’t do that then.” She flings her phone aside, sighing dramatically. “Oh, but we have to, if we want to do it in the summer. We can’t not have an open bar in summer.”

He frowns slightly, peering at her over his glasses. It’s not unusual for Clarke to vent to him about her job planning and coordinating events for the local museum. “Miller knows this alcohol dealer,” he muses. “Pretty sure they used to work together. I can get him to pass along the guy’s contact information, if that’d help.”

She brightens instantly. “Yes, please!” she exclaims, typing rapidly on her phone. “Okay, so that’s one thing down. Although, on second thought, we should really decide first if we do want to do it in the summer.” She pauses, wrinkling her nose. “Maybe fall would be more comfortable? In terms of sweat potential, obviously. Don’t want the guests to spend the whole day all sticky and shit.”

He lowers the book, now too perplexed to pay attention to anything else. “Obviously,” he agrees slowly. “I guess. Uh, what—”

“Yeah, the colour scheme’s going to be all off if we do it in fall,” she says, focus already back on her phone. “Good point. Late summer, then? That’s, like, a happy middle, right? Or maybe early fall. I don’t know, what do you think?”

“Um,” he says, closing the book properly. This really doesn’t much sound like a work event at this point. For one, why is Clarke getting to choose the season?

More importantly, why is he getting to choose the season?!

He clears his throat. “Are we… celebrating something?”

She snorts, both thumbs still skidding briskly across her screen. “Well, we’re definitely not gonna be mourning our wedding.”

Bellamy’s not sure, but he thinks he could just about make out the sound of the microwave going off in their neighbour’s kitchen next door, the jarringly bright ‘ding’ cutting right through the walls.

He swallows, and blinks carefully. “We're… engaged?”

Fuck, is that his voice? God, he hopes it doesn’t actually sound that yelp-y.

Clarke pauses, and for a moment, it’s like he can see into her brain, all the gears and cogs grinding to an abrupt halt so that she just hangs there, like an ACME cartoon character suspended in mid-air.

“Oh,” she exclaims suddenly, looking up as she draws the single syllable out. “So that’s what I forgot to do last night!”

“What,” he starts to say, but she’s already bounded off the couch.

“Fuck, where is it,” he hears her mutter to herself as she rifles through her purse, lying forgotten on the living room floor where she’d flung it last night, too preoccupied with the sensation of his lips on her neck to bother with putting it away properly. “Where the— ah!”

She’s back on the couch within seconds, her face flushed and half-covered with untameable strands of blonde, all escapees of the loose braid she’d knotted her hair into earlier that morning. There’s a small velvet box in her hands, just a little smaller than her palm, and holy fuck, if that’s what Bellamy thinks it is—

“Sorry, I forgot to do this last night,” she says, a little breathless through her grin. “Well, to be fair, it was probably more your fault. You just had to go and distract me with sex.”

“I’m not the one who started making innuendoes about dessert,” he says tremulously, quickly laying his book aside.

She pauses, lowering the box on instinct. “You don’t seriously expect me to not make an innuendo when you’d already set it up right—”

“Clarke,” he interrupts, strained, with a pointed glance at the box. God, his heart is pounding so hard, it might just burst right through the cavity of his chest at any fucking second.

“Right, got it, got it, just—” She breaks off and closes her eyes, taking a deep, bracing breath before opening them again, the grin reappearing on her face like she just can’t keep it off. “Bellamy Blake,” she begins, her left hand clamped over the lid of the velvet box. “You are— fuck— you’re my best friend in the whole world, and I can’t ever, ever imagine life without—”

“I love you,” he blurts out. He can’t help it. His heart is literally, physically bursting. “Fuck, sorry,” he says in a rush, “I didn’t mean to—”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Clarke laughs, her grin splitting even wider. “You know what? You’re right, fuck the speech.” She opens the box, and at the sight of the plain silver band sitting there, the air fucking catches in his goddamn lungs. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” he says instantly, lunging forward to kiss her, both hands finding the sides of her face to hold both of them steady. They’re both smiling when he tears away. “Shit, was that too soon? I think I was supposed to wait a second or something before—”

Clarke’s eyes are shining, full of unshed tears, and with the way his vision is blurring in and out, he’s pretty sure his are, too. She shakes her head, her hand fisting into his shirt to pull him back towards her. “It was perfect,” she assures him, right before pressing her lips to his.

Hell, that’s more than enough for him.