Scandalous 👁️👄💧

so true

Avoid eating these 10 things if you want a summer vigilante bod

1. Laundry detergent

2. Pixelated memes from 2013

3. Antifreeze

4. Joker chemicals

5. SPF 100 sunblock

6. Your dog's homework

7. The Batmobile

8. Ancient Egyptian papyrus scrolls

9. Kryptonite

10. The concept of time

fashion influencer!sunghoon never intended to become as renown as he had with his sense of style and pretty face. really, all he had initially wanted to do when he'd gotten into this business was to get the opinions of internet strangers and improve himself just to impress his crush— the most awfully gorgeous person in his eyes.

albeit his methods had been questionable at first, it had led him to receive a notification on his phone one day; one that had almost made him drop his latest model iphone right then and there on the cold cement as he was walking towards the bus stop early in the morning for school.

emotions going haywire, he'd gulped and pressed on the familiar profile he had stalked for months prior to creating his now very popular account, holding his breath before clicking on the follow back button.

you'd just followed him.

his longtime crush had just followed him and he'd followed you back. never in his life had park sunghoon ever felt this weak on his knees and this light in the head— god, his crush had followed him!

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Dick: Lol ok lil baby

two people can be raised by the same person yet have vastly different experiences

In this silly little head of mine, Jason never saw Bruce and Dick fight. When he came into the manor and Dick felt like he has been replaced, he had the conscience to not scream at Bruce in front of the kid that has no fault on the matter. So screamed and cried because Robin, his mantle and his parents' legacy, was robbed and given to another person without his consent, he threw hands at Bruce for that. But never in front of Jason. Because Jason can't be blamed by Bruce's actions.

And as general rule, Bruce doesn't raise his voice when he's close to kids. Especially his kids, and especially kids that are traumatized, that are still raw from leaving a particularly difficult situation. He took this from Batman, from the very first year, and carried the habit to his sons

But after Jason dies? They're both drowning in blind grief

So when they fight, and they do fight, viciously, Tim is the one that is there to see it. He's the one the see all the ugly bits, the imperfections behind the mask– not only that, I don't think Jason as a kid ever saw his father cry. Bruce knew neither of his sons should ever carry his emotional baggage.

But Tim? Oh, Bruce's grief is a weight that presses upon his chest until he chokes, and the manor is so haunted by Jason's absence, emerged in such deafening silence, that Tim inevitably heard Bruce cry more than once. Until his own chest became so tight he needed to go and comfort Bruce too. This or he was going to go insane. He needed to fix it all, somehow

While Dick and Jason got to make play and silly tricks while in patrol, Tim, Cass, Steph and Damian got a Batman extremely paranoid with protocols, rules and safety measurements. Dealing with Gotham is a serious commitment and is not to be joked about.

So there's that. I'm not saying either Dick or Jason got a perfect version of Bruce. And I'm not saying that, in either case, Bruce is/was a bad father. On the contrary, Batman must always be a good father because of what he represent– what he is as a character

But, yes, being raised by Bruce pre and post Jason's death is a completely different experience

And it got me thinking about how Jason reacts to this after he comes back

Damb

I cannot stress how excited I am

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 !

━━━━ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃 !

Y/N L/N

top of your class, loved by everyone, good at everything; these are just a few words that dances on people's lips when they look at you. with a loving family and amazing friends, you live a happy life as one of the most popular students at Decelis Academy, your dream art school. kind, sweet, friendly, you're always ready to help anyone in need. a hopeless romantic.

NING YIZHUO

1/2 y/n protection squad. with a passion for luxurious parties, theatre nights out and karaoke sessions, ningning is the type of person to lift your spirits up whenever you feel sad. she's also really smart, though she prefers to remain modest about her intelligence and usually never studies, just so she can go out on her weekly shopping spree with sunoo. a total crackhead and ready to fight anyone who might hurt you. bubble tea enthusiast.

KIM SUNOO

1/2 y/n protection squad. your other bestie who is obsessed with shopping and social media. the sassy influencer that everyone loves and treasures. everyone's friend but only your best friend. very smart and he flexes with it. he loves teasing you to no end, but he also likes genuinely complimenting you when you dress up! that one friend who will call you before sleeping and fall asleep together as you guys talk about your shitty days.

━━━━ 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃 !

PARK SUNGHOON

if this man had a second name, it would be rebellious. people think his life is perfect, but it is far from it. he was raised by his grandfather, as his parents were too busy to even talk to him. wanted to rule the family business just thanks to his grandpa. a big party lover, always outside; a night owl. the most popular student at Decelis Academy and a total heartthrob at day, street racer at night. wears the smell of danger and adrenaline on his skin like a perfume.

SIM JAEYUN

sunghoon's absolutely crazy friend. always there to make him smile and make him happy. a total puppy whenever he sees his friends, excited for any hang-out, but once he jumps in his car, he's a whole another man. concentrated, fierce, powerful. drives on those streets like he owns them. big flirt, yet his soul is innocent. just tries to love everyone and succeeds, because all of his friends are emo and in need of love. also a really smart student of Decelis Academy, part of sunghoon's class (along with jay).

YANG JUNGWON

sassy model with the biggest heart. gets so many pick-up lines, he hates hearing them by now so he sometimes slides one in sunghoon's dms, then acts like nothing happened. has a cold expression, but that's only because he's so tired of the modeling industry and its strict rules. wants to come to street races but can't because he'll be recognized by all the students of the academy that swarm the place. that really cuddly friend who always rests his head on hoon's or jay's shoulder when they're hanging out together. a softie that needs to be protected.

PARK JONGSEONG

people actually think he's responsible, but he's quite literally the first one to fly with his car, dominating the streets at every race. every night, every day, he's out; either partying with his friends or losing his time in a library, falling asleep with a book on his face until jungwon comes to collect him. jay's a mess, but his friends cannot thank the universe enough for having him in their group. sunghoon treasures him and his friendship too much for his own well-being.

NISHIMURA RIKI

mischevious little prick. would do anything to stop being scolded by his parents, but somehow does the opposite of what they want anyways. calls everyone old just because he can. always has a smirk plastered on his face when he sees sunghoon because they always cause trouble together. sees him as a role model because he wants to take over his father's place in his family business too, and he admires sunghoon very much for all the things he went through.

LEE HEESEUNG

the only responsible one in his group. don't let that fool you, he can beat someone to a pulp if they hurt his friends, and will not care about it. the father of his friend group just because he loves taking care of them. is only sweet to his group of friends. everyone is scared of him and his powerful presence when he walks on the hallways of their academy. an absolute boss when it comes to racing and will flex in everyone's faces that he's the ace. falls asleep in his car way too often and sunghoon always has to come and carry him home. also, hoon's right hand and most trusted person.

━━━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 !

QUEEN

self-explanatory. she's the queen of the street races. the well-known goddess that rarely appears at night when everybody's already drunk, with an angel mask on her face and a sly smirk on her lips. confident, talented, and ruthless. will step on anyone who will stand in her way. has everyone at the races wrapped around her little finger, but she hides a big secret. nobody knows it, and she wants her identity to stay hidden, so that's why she only writes her thoughts on a private twitter account.

━━━━ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 !

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I love him

riki singing his heart out 🥺

Jason: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Bruce’*

Dick: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’* 

I think my most controversial batfam opinion is that Jason should not be reintegrated into the family after becoming Red Hood

I liked this wayyyy too much

the lion and the lamb

member: enhypen sunghoon

synopsis: what would you do if you found out your boyfriend is a mythical creature?

genre: established r/s with sunghoon <3; twilight! au because why the fuck not; fluff; smut, angst

warnings: blood and... idk vampire kinks...?

wc: 3k

a/n: for niwa @haechanhues, who struggles to stay a jungwon stan <3 i wanted to write this with more vigour and like, idk, make it spicier? but everytime i think about a vampire story i can't help but think about all the other things that a story conveniently omits. like what does the family do? won't they find out that oc is NOT aging? is oc not fucking worried about being alive forEVER? so this ended up angstier and fluffier than i expected it to, so advanced apologies to niwa who wanted smth spicier 😀 p.s this is my first smut for a vampire au + a member younger than me so please don't fucking attack me. sunghoon is legal, this is fiction, we know he's not a fucking vampire.

"i knew it!" you screech and reach behind for a table lamp, messily holding it up to his face as you clutch the night stand and knocking over the family photo in the process. "i fucking knew it."

sunghoon's eyes widen, then he bursts into an arrogant chuckle. "baby, a desk lamp wouldn't do anything to me, you know this."

with a huff, you put the lamp back down, clearing your throat and crossing your arms across your chest. "is... is that why we had that whole... that entire night talking about vampires and mythical creatures... wasn't just a conversation? you were just... telling me stories about what you know?"

"maybe," his lips curl downwards by the corners and he nods. "come on, cut it out, would you? it was just a matter of time before you found out."

"oh- and when were you going to tell me?"

"when did you figure it out? did you suspect anything prior to this?"

"what?" a frown cements into your forehead. you try to move back a little more, but you push more things off your nightstand when you realise you can't back up any more. sunghoon had his hands in his jogger's pockets, stepping in a strange zig-zag manner towards you. "i... your sports are all indoors and you jog in the night- i just thought you hated people- no! no, you tell me when you were gonna tell me-"

"i mean i hated people before."

and then he swings a leg out, falling backwards into your bed and rolling over to pull a pillow into his face. he inhales sharply, arms tightening around it as you hear your heart race in your chest.

"oh...!" you turn and step backwards, this time against your wardrobe. "you're a- oh! this better be a joke. this has to be a joke."

"why?" his muffled voice sounds from under the pillow, and you can see his toes wriggle into your carpet. your lips part in a bid to hurl more accusations at him - if you could even believe yourself - but sunghoon lifts the pillow off his face and sits up, resting his palms in the mattress by his hips. "you saw my eyes change when we were at the butcher's. i'm not denying it."

a lock of hair topples over his forehead, and he cocks his head. "wanna see it again?"

gulp.

he blinks, and his dark eyes flit into a bright yellow. blink. dark.

"fuck off, how'd you do that?"

sunghoon smiles, and your heart drops when you see his canine teeth. they've always been long, and absolutely mesmerising to look at, but only now you've realised-

"you've had your fucking fangs out the entire time and- oh...!!!!!!"

sunghoon suddenly rises to his feet, striding to you in barely a few steps. you've backed up against the wardrobe again before he holds your face and leans down, abruptly pressing his lips against yours.

your fists are balled against his chest, but your harsh pants against his calm demeanour cools you. cold fingers dig behind your ears as he parts his lips, tongue gently coming over yours in a bid to remind you that it was still him.

the truth doesn't change who he is.

he remains cupping your face as he slows, then he breaks the kiss only to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner," he whispers, shaking his head. lids flutter open to reveal bright amber eyes. "i thought about it for a long while and i wanted... i wanted to tell you for the longest time but you were always so caught up with other things and i didn't want to tell you over christmas."

"rotten idea of a christmas gift."

"i know," sunghoon grins and sucks his teeth between his lips as he backs away.

"hey, um..." you clear your throat and rub the back of your neck, blinking from the floor and back up to him. he rests his hands on your waist, his amber eyes glimmering down at you. using his nose to push your jaw aside, he plummets into your neck, and you can hear him inhale so harshly, it runs chills down your spine.

"you're not gonna kill me, are you?"

"no," he chuckles lowly into your skin, pressing fragile kisses into your skin like it were glass. his breathing has turned erotic and harsh and irregular, so you're naturally on edge more than before. "if i wanted to kill you, i would've a long time ago, my love. but..."

he pulls away and lifts a hand up to your chin, tilting it upwards so your eyes would meet his. "i'm much too in love with you to make you an exception."

"you're not exactly making me feel better with whatever you're saying, you know that, right?"

sunghoon giggles, baring his teeth and stroking your cheek. but the hand that had been previously on your waist was slowly moving downwards, over the curve of your bosom and his fingers are digging into your flesh.

"i know, but you like that anyway."

he presses a smiling kiss to your lips, not hesitating to drop both his palms to your rear and picking you up instead. he does it effortlessly, which makes you wonder how many times he's acted like he was struggling when really, he could've probably carried a few of you.

your back meets the wall of your room and your fingers crawl up into his hair on the back of his head, the scent of his cologne masking all your senses and breaking down all your walls as if you didn't just find out your boyfriend was a lethal, mythical creature.

"hoon," sighing, you break the kiss.

"hm?" he uses his nose to tilt your chin up, tongue darting over the skin on your neck. his lips press into a bundle of nerves, and he smiles to himself when he notices your shoulders cringe upwards.

"haven't you ever thought about... you know."

"i don't know what you're talking about, baby," his whispered breath draws tickles from you, and you bite on your bottom lip to hide the growing desire.

"my blood. haven't you ever thought about it?"

he presses one last kiss into your neck - one that would probably leave a mark and he did it deliberately, you're sure - then comes back up to search your eyes with his bright amber ones.

"i have," he pauses. something is holding him back. "but human blood tastes different from an animal's. it's addicting and given how long i've gone without having it... i could drain you on my own if there's no one around to stop me."

it's like being surprised you got slapped in the face when you were the one who asked, really.

sunghoon releases an exasperated chuckle, looking down and hoisting your hips up so you wouldn't slip down further. his hands travel up your hips and waist and to your face where he cups your cheeks, thumb brushing over your cheekbones.

so this is why his hands were always cold.

"i can't afford that. to kill you."

"so don't."

something glimmers in his eyes, and his hold on your cheeks tighten just the slightest bit. a little squint; his lips part.

"no," he shakes his head, lips curling downwards as he shakes his head with disapproval. "no."

"no one will know."

"everyone will know. what are you, stupid?"

you shake your head, wanting to hit him as a natural reflex. he says that all the time.

but you suck in a deep breath and rest your head in his hand, closing your eyes to let the coolness in his fingers seep into your skin. "hoon... anything to be with you for the rest of my life, even if it means forever."

when your eyes open, he's tearing up. his glistening amber eyes are twinkling under the dim lighting in the room. for a few seconds, you can hear every breath he takes, if he even is actually breathing.

"i can't," he shakes his head, looking away and grimacing to himself. "you're still young. i can't-"

"it wouldn't make a difference. i'll just be stuck at 19 for the rest of my life. what, do you want to wait until i'm 50 and scrunching up into a raisin then turn me immortal? besides... i have no one else except you."

sunghoon laughs, but he quickly recovers and turns back to look at you. "i just... i love you. i wasn't supposed to get involved with humans, but you... it just had to be you. you, who has no strings attached to this world."

sucking your lips between your teeth, you reach up and brush his hair out of his eyes. "i just wish i knew you sooner, maybe then you could've helped my parents."

sunghoon breaks.

not in the form of breaking out into sobs or giving you a tight hug, but instead, he kisses you with cold tears streaming down his cheeks.

you can taste them when it sets between your lips, but it doesn't taste like salt.

it tastes like water.

"if you choose this then you'll live for the rest of your life, you know that, don't you?" he mumbles between light kisses, then presses his forehead into yours. he rubs his nose against yours, his eyes fluttered shut with a gentle frown between his brows. "that means you won't get to see your parents again, since that's what most people believe."

"i know. but i wanna live the rest of their lives for them too, so."

he takes a moment to process your words, then whispers the words, "i love you".

with that, he holds you away from the wall and slots his lips between yours again. he gently sets you in the bed, palms pressing into the mattress by your head as he almost kisses you into the cushion.

your hands are curved over his shoulders, fingers tracing his hairline on the back of his neck when he reaches down to pull off your shorts. long, slender fingers trace your hip and downwards until you let out a soft gasp into his mouth, with cues a sneaky smirk from him.

"it'll hurt less with this, i promise," he kisses your nose, then your forehead, and removes your lingerie. his nose dips into your jaw just as he does, a sudden surge of nervous bundles coming undone everywhere.

with your fingers digging into his shoulders, he continues leaving butterfly kisses on your neck, until the sharp tips of his fangs slide across your skin.

the entire bed is jerking, though just a tiny bit. and your soft whining is muffled into his shoulder. his shirt is being balled into a crumple in your fist, and then a sharp sting sinks into your neck like two needles at once.

then you can feel the latch of his lips onto the wound.

something clicks.

maybe it was him finally getting a taste of human blood, for he abruptly stops, and his torso is crouched over yours in sheer animalistic feeding.

his shoulder blades are shifting in and outwards, breath heavy on your jaw and under your nose with his hands on your shoulders, pinning you down into the mattress.

the cotton under your shoulder dampens. the texture starts to soak, and the lightheadedness starts to sink in.

sunghoon is in a trance you don't think you have the power to snap him out of, but the harsh breaths tell you he's thinking; trying his very best to fight against his instincts.

but maybe it was the blood that made him tick too, for he suddenly pulls out from below and rams back into you. the entire bed jerks loudly from the friction between the bed frame and the flooring.

a gentle yelp courses through your throat as your nails dig deeper into his back. his pace picks up as he drains you from your neck, and your eyes are starting to roll back into your head. your vision is started to blur, mind beginning to fade out into static with his tongue lapping against your neck like a beast starved for an eternity and his hips rolling against yours.

your hair is starting to get blood in it, but you don't have the headspace to think about how disgusting it is. you're tearing up from the force he's gradually forcing up into you, and he's struggling to tear himself away from you before you die of blood loss.

"hoon-" an airy whisper manages to leave your lips. "i'm gonna-"

he groans into your neck as a form of acknowledgement. he's trying to stop himself, but he's struggling. his teeth start to loosen from your skin, but then it sinks back in. the sting comes out in a soft whimper from you, but everything down below is a gratifying distraction.

"hoon, i'm gonna come."

and it's like a magic spell that worked - for he forcefully removes himself from your neck and hovers above you, his hands coming off your shoulders and resting around the circumference of your head.

half his face is covered in blood, a good amount of it around his lips and some smudged on the tip of his nose.

his eyes are hooded, and red.

"you taste... so fucking good," his voice is lower and hoarse, and his tongue darts out all around his mouth in a bid to savour whatever he has left of you on his face. "shame you wouldn't have that to offer me anymore."

he dips his nose into your neck again, and you'd half expect him to start sucking you dry - but he doesn't. a quick swipe across your neck and the sting disappears.

the scent of blood starts to cloud your mind.

he must've seen something in your eyes change, for he dumps all his weight into his torso when he leans down to kiss you again. the iron in your own blood tastes like caffeine to a coffee lover; honey to bees.

and then he picks up his pace again, this time pulling your thighs higher so he can keep them off the floor. when he pulls away, his palms come around your neck, holding you tightly to the bed as the sound turns inconsiderately loud.

everything in the room blurs, then sharpens. birdsongs outside seem louder - but so do his pants and laboured breathing. every slap churns through you like a gong being sounded.

something creaks - it's the bed - and then something definitely snaps or breaks or fractures.

throwing your head back, his thumb is gentle on your throat, holding you still while he fucks the rest of your humanity out of you.

"hoon, i-"

"i know, i know," he huffs and smiles, almost sinisterly. he leans forward, releasing your throat and pressing another kiss to your nose. "forever and for the rest of our lives."

the bed breaks just as your entire body shivers and shudders under him. your muscles twitch and spasm under his hold as his fingers travel down the length of your body, as if searching for any sign of injury as he pulls away.

his chest is heaving when he's finally removed himself, but he lifts you without much effort and away from the puddle of soaked blood in the sheets.

"sorry about that," he rests his forehead against yours, using his thumb to wipe away the blood smudged on your cheek. you know it's not really helping.

but you're in your own trance now. everything in the room seemed to be moving in swirls, and your vision was blurred. there's a sharp ringing in your ears, mixed with all the noises from outside.

he's trying to talk to you, holding onto your shoulders and pushing your hair out of your face. but then he steps away for a few moments to your desk, rummaging through the drawers for a moment.

then his blurred figure returns, and he holds out a wrist above your face as he drives the edge of a penknife through his own sheet-white skin.

the blood oozes out, then drips onto your lips and between your teeth where you finally have a taste of it.

"come back..." the words sound muffled. "hang in there, it'll be over soon..."

what were a few moments felt like an eternity as your mind and body feels like it was being ripped apart and stitched back together, and you're sure you passed out, for the next thing you can process was abruptly sitting up in bed and huffing, hands clutching the collar of your shirt with sunghoon sighing in relief as he topples to the floor.

he sighs heavily, hand holding his wrist where he had cut himself.

"you gave me a good scare there," he raises a brow, obviously tired. his face is still in a mess, and his eyes are a gorgeous crimson red, which made you think - what about mine?

you lick your lips, the taste of iron still lingering on your tongue as you stand. walking to your desk, you pull out a table mirror.

and there it was - a pair of crimson red eyes staring back at you. warily reaching up to your lips, you pull them back, expecting to see fangs in place of your canine teeth.

but sunghoon's arms come around your waist, and he snuggles his head into your neck where you had been bleeding (or being sucked out, actually).

"fangs will take awhile."

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