#with barely concealed distain and disgust

[theprinceandthewitch]

"TOH's narrative is constructed in a way where Hunter is meant to be viewed as Luz's sibling" has the same energy as "Marceline never loved Finn romantically" even though Bad Little Boy was literally Marceline's Finnceline fanfic.

[lordkingsmith]

I think I finally realized why I don’t like so many YA fantasy romances, and it took reading a retelling of Psyche and Eros to land on it.

People go “ok so the romantic leads apparently love each other but do they like each other?”

And valid but it’s not just them. Does anyone in these stories like each other? The more I thought about it the more I found that generally everyone treated each other with passive distain at best, intolerance and barely concealed hatred at worst. In this retelling, Psyche is allegedly close to her parents, her mentor and her female cousins. But wow does it not come across as such. Aside from clunky writing there’s no indication she actually likes anyone she’s around beyond a very passive “well they’re there and I’ve somewhat known them”

She has the very modern expectation of wanting to marry for love-but I’m excusing that here given who she’s destined to marry. The eventual wife of the god of desire should want desire and love. I mean. That’s fair. However I don’t think she even knows what that is. Anytime someone shows some interest romantically in someone she has the most visceral sense of disgust. She doesn’t want to marry someone older than her and wants love but she sure as hell doesn’t seem to get what desire is.

The author writes romance like they hate romance. A lot of young adult books have this same problem with their female leads. Katniss and Bella actually make sense here. Katniss has been in love without realizing it for most of her life and Bella can barely make up her mind about what kind of sandwich she wants-but both of them are excellent at the concept of self sacrifice for love and a reality where that can thrive. Fantastic.

There’s very little other characters that do that right.

In this retelling even Odysseus’s wife Penelope hates his ass. Psyche’s mother is fond of but tolerates her dad. The men all hate their wives and daughters. Achilles would rather boast about what his mother gave him than her as a person.

Nobody likes each other. Nobody can stand being in the same room as each other. Even Eros after he spells himself can barely stand being around Psyche. And I’m never sold on Psyche being more than ‘meh’ around Eros. I give Eros and the gods a pass because being petty and hating each other is kinda their MO

I do think it’s important that the main romantic leads like each other. I also think everyone else needs to like each other, too. Why do I care about anyone when nobody in your own story seems to actually deeply care about each other.

If siblings and parents and cousins seem to secretly want to throttle their family what’s the point. Everyone’s awful and I’m bored

[bts-hyperfixation]

Backslide

Here you go! Jeon Jungkook - classic exes at a party. Long black haired JJK because he is still not paying rent in my head. Smut and angst

It’s the first party you’ve been able to make it to in months. One thing after another got in the way, and you were more than ready to get absolutely wasted and make a few mistakes with a stranger or two. Work had finally calmed down, you had the weekend off, and more importantly your ex was out of town so there were no chances of bumping into him.

By the time your friends arrive to pick you up, you look bomb. Hair is styled, makeup is an inch thick, and your jeans hug your bum in just the right way. Confidence through the roof, you grab a bottle of alcohol from the cupboard and head out the door. The party is in full swing when you arrive. It’s difficult to find the host through the crowd, so you don’t bother instead opting to make a beeline for the kitchen. There are always hot guys in the kitchen at a party. You grab a cup, pour a drink, and wait, eyeing up potential suitors as they milled around the area. It isn’t long until you stop your first target of the evening. Six foot tall and clearly a little lost. You make your way over to the confused boy, reaching for his arm to initiate contact.

“Hi there handsome, how you doing?” he stuttered a little at your obvious advance. You smirk at him, he was adorable. You were going to eat him alive. “I’m Y/N, have you got a name cutie?” he takes a large swig of his drink and builds his courage.

“I’m Soobin.” He glances at the hand you have on his arm and gulps a little, clearly not drunk enough to have let go of his inhibitions just yet.

“Want to get another drink, Soobin.” You emphasize his name like it’s the most important word you have ever said. He blushes and hides away from the scrutiny of too much eye contact.

“Yeah… sure what are you...” he starts but is rudely interrupted

“Leave the poor boy alone Y/N. He isn’t ready for a girl like you.” You roll your eyes as your ex muscles his way into your conversation. Jungkook always did have the worst timing.

“Aren’t’ you supposed to be out of town Jeon?” the distain is evident in your voice. He just chuckles and sways a little closer to you.

“Ouch last name basis, that really hurts.” He pouts and acts as if you’ve shot him in the heart. When he sees you are unamused he shrugs “Plans changed, Jimin thought we could have some fun here instead, looks like he was right.” His eyes rake down your form fitting attire. You just glare back, wondering if you stare hard enough, he will just explode. Soobin cleared his throat.

“Y/N it was nice meeting you, I think I’m going to disappear.” He does an awkward half wave and ducks into the next room.

“What did you have to go and do that for, he and I could’ve had something.” You turn to move away from him. Before you can get very far, he catches your arm and forces you to look at him. You take him in properly for the first time in six months. He looks incredible. His hair is much longer now, curls tumble into his eyes. A plain black shirt covers barely conceals ab muscles a god would be jealous of, and his ripped skinny jeans were struggling to contain his thighs.

“I’m sorry, I mean I’m not, that poor kid was not going to survive a night with you. But I am sorry, that you look that amazing, and I am going to have to ruin every chance you have with any other guys here tonight.” At least the boy is honest.

“Look I really don’t want to deal with you right now, or ever actually.” You shake his hand off of you. “Why can’t you just forget about me and leave me alone?”

“I don’t know how to forget you.” The boy is a little too honest. His expression changes entirely. Going from cocky asshole to hurt bunny in a flash. It hurts to watch him hurt. It will hurt a lot more if you let him crawl back into your heart.

“Kookie…” you realise your mistake using the pet name as soon as its out… but its too late now. “We need to move on, we decided this wasn’t healthy. Please.”

“Y/N-ah, what about just tonight?” the hope in his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. His bunny smile tugs at the corner of his lips as you don’t stop him from getting closer to you. His nose scrunches as it makes contact with yours, rubbing against it, his lips barely an inch from your own.  

“STOP BEING SO CUTE… it’s distracting.” You push back a little to clear your head. He follows you, not willing to give you the space you would need.

“Never, now come on, you know you want to.” His hands are on your waist, manoeuvring you back in the direction of the back stairway. You let him. it’s not long until you’re moving of your own volition. Taking steps two at a time as he swats at your arse. You stumble in to the first bedroom and lock the door. There is no blaming this on the alcohol, you barely had one glass, and there is definitely no going back from this. Still you don’t stop. Instead you grab at his shirt, clinging to the tight fabric as you kiss him. Months of loneliness and lingering feelings forcing their way into one passionate embrace. His tongue slips easily passed your lips, applying pressure against your own.

He pushes your jacket off your shoulders and moves his ministrations to your neck. He nibbles along the way marking you, needing proof that this was really happening, scared if he let your body go, for even a second, he would wake up from the dream. The same dream he had been having since the two of you split. The one where you always leave hating him, disgusted by him.

Not this time, this time he will make you stay, prove to you he is worth your time, that he will try harder.

He forces you back on to the bed. Slots himself between you legs and continues to kiss and suck along your chest. He barely comes up for air until you tun your hands through his curls, making him look up.

“I’m here Kookie, breath, we have all night.” He nods slowly, taking in your words.

“I want more than just tonight Y/N.” before you can respond his lips are back on yours, stealing all rational thought form your head. Instead your hands move to his belt, making quick work of the buckle and undoing his fly. Your fingers dip below the elastic of his underwear to play with his hardening shaft. He moans into your mouth, to this day one of the most beautiful sounds you think you will ever hear. He grabs your hand and removes it from his underwear, “Let me take care of you first.”

He undoes jeans and shimmies them to the floor, leaving a trail of kisses along each leg on his way back up to your core. He makes quick work of your panties, throwing them somewhere in the room where you will probably never find them. Just as you think he is about to start the main event his face pops back up next to yours. He looks so proud of himself as he presents a small length of satin fabric.

“Is that a blindfold? Did you plan this?” he just winks at you. You let him secure the fabric anyway.

“I brought it just in case, I know how you feel things so much more when it’s a surprise.” His hot breath fans over your sweat dampened sin as he makes his way back down your body. Cold hands surprise you as they trail under your shirt. Your back arches giving him access to the clasp on your bra. It loosens enough for him to be able to play with your nipples under your shirt. He pinches at the stiff peaks and watches with delight as you grimace.

It doesn’t take him long to remember his original mission though, and with one hand still under your shirt he wriggles his face in between your thighs. He nips at the flesh to get you to open up more, allowing him full access to you. He licks a stripe along your slit collecting the already messy arousal lingering there. His tongue dips in further on the second lick, making you shiver. The anticipation too much as he teases you, each touch unexpected. Your fingers find purchase in his hair, tugging at the long strands. You find yourself praying to every god that will listen that he never cuts his hair shorter than this again.

You’re brought back to the situation at hand as the tip of his tongue plays with your clit. Flicking the bud with tiny amounts of pressure. Barely touching it, yet still making you feel crazy.

“Kookie please…” its barely a whine but it spurs him on. Fingers accompany his tongue. Two curl inside of you, scissoring and playing with the spot he knows never fails. His mouth presses down around your clit, sucking at the nerves as he works figure of eights around the centre. It has you keening. You’ve never been more thankful for loud generic party music. Adding a third finger proves too much for you. He licks the cum as it escapes, savouring every drop and then he keeps going. Three fingers deep, pumping faster, now watching every little twist of your mouth as he chases your second orgasm. When he sees the tell-tale sign that you are about to come again, he stops. Pulls away from you completely.

You make grabby hands in the direction you think he is gone. He laughs at you. Frustrated you go to remove the blindfold, just wanting more of him.

“Don’t you dare.” It comes out as a growl. The command threatening enough to have you think twice. “Move up the bed.” you use your elbows to support yourself as you move back toward the pillows. You feel the bed dip as he re-joins you. As his legs brush up against yours, you notice the lack of his jean’s rough material. You bite your lip so hard you can taste blood. He rubs his length along you, gathering the left-over cum. He pushes into you so slowly. It’s hard not to buck your hips up to meet his. But you know Jungkook better than that. He has the self-control to just stop completely if you were to stop him teasing you.

He works up his thrusts, gaining a little more speed. Now he encourages you to meet each one. Dirty words whispered into your ear punctuate each movement. You’re a panting mess by the time he is anywhere near finished.

“Cum for me Jagiya, just one more time.” He rolls your clit between his finger and thumb. You release with one last moan. He buries himself deep inside as you do, painting your insides with every contraction of your pussy. He removes he blindfold, flashes you one of his cheesiest smiles and rolls to the side of you, one arm still connected to you, making sure you’re still there even if his eyes are closed.

Once you can string together coherent thoughts again you panic. This was not how tonight was supposed to go, almost entirely the opposite in fact. You look over at Jungkook, desperate to find the words to say that will make this go away. Knowing that this won’t end well for at least one of you, if not both. Just as you’re about to open your mouth he interrupts.

“Don’t.” you let the silence linger for a second before going to start again. “Please don’t.” he opens his eyes fully and turns over, so his body is facing yours.

“Please don’t what Jungkook?”

“Please don’t go back to using my full name, please don’t tell me we can’t be together, please just don’t…” it leaves you speechless. He was never able to be this open when you were together. Honest yes, open never. It’s what made it so hard in the first place. You reach for his face, stroking his cheek as he blinks back tears.

“We didn’t work together Kookie, it’s a bad idea.”

“I don’t care, we should try again. These last few months have been awful, and you wouldn’t have given into me so easily if you didn’t feel the same way.” You can feel the blush creeping up, he is right after all, you just didn’t think you were so transparent.

“I can’t lose you again. It hurt too much for both of us.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. You’re never going to get rid of me.” He lays back and you find your way on to his chest. you lay there until the sun came up, thinking about all the things that could go wrong as soon as you reopen the door to the real world.

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