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littlemisskookie · 1 month ago

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Catch Me If You Can

Catch Me If You Can

Ship: Crush!Jungkook x Annoying!Reader

Description: You lived to get under Jungkook’s skin, constantly trying to rile him up and annoy him just to get a reaction. What happens when, during a cabin trip with friends, you accidentally push too far?

Warnings: PRIMAL PLAY, (primal kink go brrrrrr), Slight Dub-Con, Exercise (we hate running), More Exercise (we love fucking), Degradation, Humiliation, Praise, Choking, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Dom!Jungkook, Mad!Jungkook (deserves its own warning), Manhandling, Restraining, Teasing, Reader is Annoying AF for the plot, Pussy Slapping, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Outdoor Sex, Public Sex?

Word Count: 10.3k

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this oneshot! I had a particularly good time writing it up. Please enjoy!

It was a hot summer day when your van strode up to the cabin. Though the roads had been shit, rocky terrain and winding paths to get through the mountains, your arduous journey had come to an end. At last, you could escape the cramped quarters of Yeri's Sedan, stretch your limbs and breathe in the fresh air the wilderness offered. Granted, you would have to squeeze through the extra luggage you guys had crammed in the back with you and Jimin, slipping between the seats and waiting for everyone else to climb out first, courtesy of the two of you sitting in the very back closest to the trunk— but it was well worth the sacrifice.

From your position in the very back you were able to stare at the back of Jungkook's head for a full 8 hours, with him being none the wiser. God, you were a creep for getting satisfaction from that, but you were a woman obsessed. Seeing every time his tattooed fingers would comb through his hair, or the occasional stretches from sitting in the same place for too long, it was a view you were glad you didn't miss from any other seat. Yeri and her boyfriend Jaehyun, who was driving, were sitting in the very front, which left four seats in the back. Jungkook had opted for the middle right, and though being seated right next to him may seem optimal, it would make it too obvious that you were constantly staring. A habit you couldn't keep in check for the life of you. Unfortunately, the sight of Jungkook was irresistible. Instead you let Taehyung take the chosen spot, with you and Jimin sitting in the back with the leftover duffel bags and backpacks you were unable to cram in the trunk.

Not that you were complaining. You could deal with a little less leg room with the privacy you were granted to creep all you'd like. Jimin, sweetheart that he is, was asleep for the majority of the trip, snoring away except for the occasional gas station breaks and rest stops. You were able to peak over Jungkook's shoulder a few times to see what he was up to, but it was mainly doodling in his notebook or playing ad-free games on his phone. No insightful texts for you to spy on or gain intel from.

"Fucking finally!" Jaehyun killed the engine, stopping the radio along with it.

"Thank you for getting us home safely, baby." Yeri reached over the center console to give her boyfriend a kiss, much to the disgust of her brother Tae.

You looked over to Jimin, who was still snoozing, mouth agape and head leaning back in his neck pillow. Shaking his shoulder, you rose him from the dead. "Jimin, buddy, we're here already."

"Here" was a 2 story cabin in a heavily wooded, rural area located in the mountains. With a heated pool and far from civilization, it was the perfect place to recenter and take a breather from every day life. It was a popular destination primarily in the fall and winter, but the six of you were able to get a good price on it for the summer, all of you pitching in on the AirBnB months in advance for this getaway. You were particularly ecstatic about it. Five whole days stuck in a cabin with Jungkook? It was a fanfiction come to life! Granted, you'd prefer it were just the two of you and you had been snowed in, as the story line typically goes, but you'll take what you could get.

Jungkook, who was Taehyung's best friend, had been the object of your not-so secret affections for quite some time now. Always quiet, almost broody, he was a gorgeous specimen who barely even spared you a glance.

Granted, you did your best to annoy him at any opportune moment. Anything to get his attention. Seeing as you were Yeri's best friend, you might as well have been Taehyung's second obnoxious younger sister. Both you and Jungkook were constantly at the Kims' house, giving you ample time to be in his business and know the details of his personal life.

You swore sometimes he hated you, but if he did, he didn't outright show it. When you'd do your best to tease him or get a rise out of him, he'd ignore you or brush off your attempts. Those were the worst. You hated the indifference he gave you. All you wanted was a reaction, to see that pretty face contort into something besides boredom around you for once. Even if it were a joking smile or a grimace or a scowl— you wanted it so bad. Anything to get his eyes to finally lock with yours for more than a second. Anything to get him to notice you.

Then again, after years, you still hadn't gotten much from him. It was as though he were impervious to your feeble attempts. Perhaps he had gotten used to it in your younger years, knowing exactly how to make you tick and truly boil with rage inside. Perhaps he simply never cared. Either way, it was a habit you were unable to break at this point, still acting like a kid with a playground crush, teasing just to get a reaction.

It was the only types of interactions you really got with him anyways.

Jimin, Taehyung's other friend, grumbled as you shook him, looking up and out of the window at the greenery before him. He blinked slowly, taking in his surroundings and turning to you. "How long was I out?"

"Two days," you joked, eyes wandering to Jungkook slipping out of the car. You shimmied between the seats, grabbing your duffle bag with you as you climbed out. "Good luck getting proper sleep tonight. You were pretty knocked out of it."

You stretched your arms overhead, relieving the ache in your shoulders and legs and massaging the sore muscles. You watch Jungkook do the same, observing the sliver of skin revealed as his t-shirt rose up. Thank god this place had a pool. You couldn't wait to see Jungkook shirtless again, to see if his abs had gotten more defined, if his shoulders got any broader, if his biceps got any bigger. Had he gotten any more tattoos in addition to the full sleeve he sported? Your mouth watered at the thought.

"Home sweet home!" Yeri cheered, approaching the front door and putting the code into the lockbox attached to the door knob.

You circled around the car to where Taehyung was opening the trunk. Grabbing onto the handle of your suitcase, you yanked it from the pile, nearly falling on your ass in your attempt.

"Woah! Do you need help with that?" Taehyung questioned (after laughing at your expense). "Yo, Kook! Can you come give Y/N a hand with her bag?"

Your heart practically leapt at the thought as Jungkook approached, immediately grabbing your suitcase as if it weighed nothing.

"How much shit did you pack? We're only going to be here a week," he grunted, reaching for your duffel too. "Go ahead and give me that too."

"Sure you can handle all of that?" you teased, but give him the bag anyway.

"Better than you, that's for sure. You'll be wheezing like an old man trying to carry these upstairs."

He was right about that. You were excited to see him do it, though, seeing his muscles pump up and strain, veins prominent in his hands and forearms as he carried them for you. Sure, Taehyung had told them to do it, but you could let yourself fantasize for a moment that he did so for you. For such an introverted nerd, he was surprisingly a gym rat, with much of his time with Taehyung now spent at the gym.

You obediently followed him into the cabin and up the stairs, getting a great view of his ass. Fuck you needed to stop perving over this man, but you couldn't help it.

Yeri and Jaehyung were going to be downstairs in the master bedroom, where there was one other bedroom for Jimin. Upstairs there were two more bedrooms, one where you'd be solo and the other for Taehyung and Jungkook to share. (Or perhaps Jungkook and Jimin would switch. Taehyung had simply insisted he did not want to sleep anywhere near Yeri and her boyfriend.)

Following Jungkook into what was presumably your room, you took in the space. It was very much a cozy vibe, with western decor and lots of mahogany. The bed was easily big enough for two people.

"Where do you want it?"

Your pulse quickened as you looked at Jungkook with wide eyes.

"Wa— Hm?" You corrected yourself quickly before you could blurt out the words "want it". No need for him to know where your dirty mind had wandered.

"Your bag."

"Oh. On the bed's fine." It'd be fine for you guys to do it, too. You could already see him spread out on the comforter, a meal waiting to be devoured. You tried to wipe the thought from your mind before you started to drool. There'd be plenty of time to fantasize about that later, and all while he was in the bedroom right next to you.

Jungkook dropped the duffel onto the sheets, turning to head out.

"Wait!" You internally curse yourself. "Er, do you need help with your bags, perhaps?"

He raised a brow. "You really think you'd be much help?"

"I mean, your bag is probably lighter than mine. Unless you packed dumbbells are something." You couldn't help but grin at the thought. "Bet a gym rat like you would get withdrawals from being away for so long."

He scoffed at that. "I think I'll manage just fine one week without."

"I dunno." You practically sang the words. "I think I see your biceps deflating already. You haven't been slacking off or anything lately, have you?"

He rolled his eyes, ignoring your comments and leaving your bedroom. You let out a huff of disappointment, grumbling as you tossed yourself onto your bed, kicking at the sheets in frustration. You just wanted him to stay in your room even a minute longer. Then again, if you had the opportunity you'd probably lock him in here. Chain him to the bed and ride him into the sunset if you were feeling truly psycho. (Which, don't worry, you weren't. At least for the time being.)

—

The day after, the six of you were huddled on the carpet in the foyer after binging the newest episodes of Love Island, glasses of wine in hand. Well, you, Yeri, and Taehyung had wine in hand. Jaehyun and Jungkook had opted for sake, and poor Jimin was already slumped over on the couch from it, no doubt in need of the sleep he evaded last night from his extraneous car nap.

The remaining five of you were playing a drinking game, where one wanted to collect as many of the cards as possible through whatever truth or dare was written on it, or be forced to drink. You were currently working through your third glass of wine, careful not to go to the fourth as you knew it would bring you into solid messy-drunk territory. Yeri was undoubtedly sloshed at this point, her face flushed and rosy as she leaned against Jaehyun.

Jungkook wasn't the least bit drunk, it seemed, only taking one shot and successfully pulling off most of the requests the cards demanded of him. He had a pretty impressive selection, whereas you opted for sips of your wine instead.

Yeri picked up the card, grinning as she read what was on it. "When was the last time you had sex?" She squealed, giggling as she further nuzzled against her boyfriend. "Well me and Jae—"

"Nope! Quit it!" Taehyung interrupted, snatching the card from her hand, his ears tinged pink from both being flustered and the alcohol. "I do not need to be hearing about that."

"But Taeeeee I don't wanna take another drink," Yeri whined, reaching for the card, which Taehyung held out of her grasp.

"Someone else can do it for you. I do not want to hear anything about my sister's sex life," Taehyung said with disgust. He turned to you, card pointed between two fingers. "Y/N?"

"Oh-ho-ho, you want to hear about my sex life then?" you joked, taking the card from him.

"Better yours than my sister's," Tae grumbled.

Still, you weren't sure if you wanted to share the truth. However, knowing Yeri's drunk state, she'd undoubtedly call you out on it if you told anything but.

Your cheeks flushed further, this time with embarrassment. The truth was you hadn't gotten laid in almost half a decade. But in your defense your vibrator and fantasizes of Jungkook had brought out more orgasms than any of the guys you hooked up with in college, and you weren't in the mood to set yourself up for disappointment. No one could compare to the fantasies in your head, so you'd everyone a favor and not waste anyone's time.

Jungkook nudged you with his shoulder after you took too long pondering. "Are you going to answer or what?"

You normally would've been elated for the brief physical contact, but instead it served as a reminder of his presence for this question. It also made this harder to avoid.

"Do I really have to? I'm not sure it'd be suited for Jimin's delicate ears."

"I'm pretty sure he's snoozing again anyway," Jungkook shrugged, tilting his head to the friend. "Go ahead and do it if you're brave enough."

Well, there was no other option with that. For once you shy away from his gaze, turning your head away as you stare at the card in your hand.

"Four years," you admit quietly.

Taehyung guffawed. "Four years? How have you gone that long? I can barely make it a few weeks."

"Ew ew ew! Now why do I have to hear that?" Yeri complained, shoving at her brother. "He's right though. We need to get you laid, girlfriend."

"Shut uuuup guys," you groaned. "It's not that hard. There's just... There hasn't been someone I wanted to do that with." Who wanted to do it with me, too.

Yeri's eyes lit up with drunken mischievousness. "What about—"

Jaehyun slapped his palm over her mouth, no doubt knowing exactly what she was going to say. Jaehyun, having been Yeri's long time boyfriend, knew all too well about your long standing crush on Jungkook. No need for her to blurt it out to the rest of the room. "I think it's about time I get you to bed."

Yeri weakly protested, but before long her boyfriend successfully dragged her back to their bedroom, and you're left with the other three.

"How come you haven't gotten with anyone in so long?" Taehyung asked, nosy as ever.

You tossed your card in your pile, picking up your wine glass to take a gulp this time. "No one's wanted me I guess."

"Bullshit. I told you last year my friend Jaemin was into you and you never even hit him up." Damn Taehyung.

"He's cute and all just..." You did your best not to glance at Jungkook, instead observing him from your periphery. "I have this idea in mind of what I want things to be like, and I know no one can live up to expectations."

"You sure you're not just too picky or something?" Taehyung chuckled. You wondered for a second if he was also in on your worst-kept-secret.

"Maybe," you admitted. "But it's not worth wasting people's time. I mean, I'm sure eventually I'll find someone who will make me want to at least try."

"And no one has for four years?" Jungkook finally spoke up.

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks at his direct inclusion. No, you wanted to scream. No one but you! "We can't all be easy," you said defensively. Who knew how many other women Jungkook had been with while you were stuck pining.

"We can't all be prudes, either," Jungkook shot back.

That was unlike him. And it stung. You locked eyes with him, and he held your stare, unyielding for once.

"You know, I think it's about time someone gets Jimin to bed. He's going to complain about back pain if we let him stay in that position on the couch any longer," you redirected, breaking off the stare and looking away, ending the game. Suddenly it didn't feel like fun anymore.

Taehyung groaned. "You're probably right."

As he moved to carry his friend back to his room, you exited, wanting as much space from Jungkook right now as possible. You felt embarrassed for the way he called you out like that. Did he really think you were a prude? Someone who wouldn't put out because she was... what? Too good to? Too scared to?

You got up to leave, the air inside suddenly feeling much too stuffy for your tastes. You needed some space from Jungkook and his words, letting your cheeks burn a little less and get your mind off internalizing the interaction. In the backyard now, you headed to the pool, sitting down to dangle your feet in the water, the LED lights from within surrounding you in a near neon blue. You tilted the glass back to your lips, getting whatever leftover drops of wine there was to offer. You definitely pushed too far with the "easy" comment. Served you right for being an annoying brat.

You let yourself dip further into the pool, submerging yourself in the heated water as you put down the glass. It felt comforting to be in here, clothes and all, though you were only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear, having pre-prepared for sleep. She shirt floated along with you, drifting around your waist and upper thighs as you glided through, feeling the warm water kiss your bare skin and bring comfort. Sometimes when you were feeling especially weird you'd float in pools like these and pretend you were back in your mother's womb, safe and protected from the inevitable mistakes that would come with living.

You needed to calm yourself, erase the mistakes of a few minutes before in your mind. You move your arms and float within, keeping yourself upright until you tilt back, laying on the surface as you idly glide along the water. Staring up at the stars, they seemed so much brighter than back home. You could clearly make out a few constellations. Orion's Belt, the big and little dippers...

"What're you doing out here?"

Your peaceful swim is brought to a halt, and you righten yourself to see Jungkook staring down at you.

Why was he out here?

"Swimming."

"I see that," Jungkook said. "You shouldn't swim when you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk," you denied.

"Yeah you are. Your limit is three glasses, and you just finished your third." He looked pointedly at the glass left on the edge. So he had noticed how many you took. And knew you couldn't have more than four.

Well, of course he'd know that. The first time you tried wine was when you were sleeping over at the Kims', and you and Yeri had killer hangovers that resulted in the entire guest bathroom being wiped down. To be fair the two of you didn't know that wine got bad after it was opened, and the bottles that had been hidden in the bar had been there for years.

"So what?" You felt like a petulant child, turning away from him. You were still embarrassed, and weren't expecting to interact or see him again until at least morning. You figured he'd be helping Taehyung with Jimin.

"So you should get out of the pool and dry off." He dropped a towel by the edge. Had he brought that with him?

"What're you gonna do if I don't? Come get me?" You couldn't help but tease. Part of you really wanted him to.

"Funny," Jungkook huffed. He squatted down, the lights from the pool causing the shine of the moving water to dance across his face, illuminating him beautifully. "Can you get out now, please?"

"I don't wanna." You swam a bit further away from him to the other side. You had half the mind to stick your tongue out at him.

There's a beat of silence.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said. That you didn't expect.

You stilled, keeping your place in the water as you tried to process his words.

"I shouldn't have called you a prude," Jungkook continued. "You have standards. That's commendable. I'm sorry if we— I, made you feel like shit about it. It was wrong."

You held your breath, and it helped you float a bit more. You couldn't believe Jungkook was apologizing to you. Your back was still turned to him, so luckily he couldn't see your expression.

"Are you mad at me?" he questioned.

You swallowed, trying to collect your thoughts. "No." You turn your head to the side, still not directly looking at him. "I'm... sorry too. I shouldn't have insinuated you were easy." If he were, maybe then he'd give you a chance.

"It's fine. C'mon, let me get you out."

He held his hand out to you, and you giddily swam up to him. His large hand completely dwarfed your own, and a small part of your gremlin brain gave you an impulsive thought that drunk-you simply couldn't resist.

You tugged, watching him fall headfirst into the pool, water splashing everywhere as he submerged completely beneath. You let out a maniacal laugh as his head popped up from the surface, a mix of surprise and rage on his features. You had never seen that on his face before.

"Now we're even!" You cackled, watching him sputter out whatever water had gotten into his mouth.

"You are so lucky I didn't have any electronics on me!" he exclaimed. He swam towards you, causing you to squeal and try and swim away. "Oh no you don't!"

His large hands grip your waist, pulling you against him as you wriggle and try to escape his hold.

"Look who's ma-ad!" you breathily wheezed, endlessly amused by the anger on his face. You couldn't help it. You finally got under his skin, and like the child you were, it brought you so much delight. So much satisfaction.

"Of course I'm mad, you're being an absolute brat right now."

"I've never seen you this mad," you continued, grinning up at him. "It's so hard to get a rise out of you."

"You still try, though."

"I do," you admitted, looking up at him cockily. "And today I succeeded."

"C'mon, brat, let's get out of here before I get a cramp from keeping us both afloat." He tugged you closer to his chest, and you feared he might feel your heartbeat quicken.

You tried to squirm out, but his arm his ironclad around your waist as he dragged you closer to the edge. "I can swim on my own!"

"I'm not letting you." Jungkook finally let go of you, only to lift you up with both hands and sit you on the ledge. You're blessed with the sight of him hoisting himself up as well, and the outline of his abs and chest through the now transparent white shirt assured you your little prank was well worth the trouble. He grabbed the towel he had brought before and dumped it on your head, pressing a large hand down and rubbing the fabric into your hair. "Dry," he commanded.

You begrudgingly did as you're told, rubbing the towel over your head and face. Luckily it was still a hot summer night, so it wasn't as though you were freezing when you got out.

You dried as best as you can, wringing your shirt out and offering him the now partially-damp towel. Admiring him while he was partially distracted, you couldn't help but replay the image of his irritated face in your head over and over again, and how much you liked it.

"Thank you," you quietly mumbled, almost hoping he wouldn't catch it. "For coming to get me out."

"Well... I was concerned I upset you." He finished patting himself down. "Besides, now we're even."

—

After that, you made many more feeble attempts at catching Jungkook's attention. Asking him to reach dishes on the higher shelves when you'd typically have no issue climbing on top of countertops. Knocking on his bedroom door to see what he was up to— though most times it was just Taehyung. One time you accidentally popped in on the elder in the midst of changing, which was embarrassing. No more of that.

Sometimes you accidentally succeeded, however. Like during your hike through the mountains as a group, your left knee started audibly clicking with every step. You tried to swallow the pain, but with how bruised your feet felt and how often you had to stop the group to take a breather, it was becoming difficult. Curse you for being the least athletic of the whole group. You should've joined Yeri in volleyball sophomore year when you had the chance.

Jungkook, chivalrous gentleman has he was, begrudgingly insisted that you climb on his back the rest of the trek down. Not that you really minded, though, feeling his steady heartbeat through his back and wrapping your arms around his shoulders and neck was a dream come true for you. You simply felt embarrassed that you had caused all the trouble, and not even on purpose this time.

On the final day before you all were set to head back home, however, you officially crossed a line.

You hadn't even intended for the night to go the way it did. It was 2 in the morning, and most everyone was already asleep in preparation for the long drive tomorrow. You, though, were a well known insomniac, with tonight being no exception.

Imagine your surprise when you stumbled across Jungkook, lying across one of the pool chairs, tiny sketchbook in hand. He looked fine as hell, hoodie hiding most of his tattoos, gym shorts showing the expanse of his muscled thighs. You were so upset this was your last day living with him, able to invade his space so easily.

With a devilish grin you snuck up behind him, snatching it from above to get a better look. Unfortunately you lost the page he had been working on, and flipping through the earlier pages you recognized the anime and flower sketches he had been working on during the ride here. "May I?"

"Y/N!" Jungkook's head twisted around as he glared at you, swiping for the book which you quickly held out of reach. He huffed with frustration. "Give that back."

"These are good, Jungkook, no need to be embarrassed," you snickered, flipping over a page to see small doodles. "Don't tell me you've got porn or something hidden in here."

Even through the neon LED lights the pool illuminated, you could see his cheeks burn a slight crimson. Ah, so there was something interesting in here. That or he was particularly attached to it. That only gave you further incentive to mess with him.

He stood from the seat, towering over you as he approached. You took a step back, however, keeping the book outstretched the other way. There was no way you were giving up that easily. Shaking his head, he pressed his tongue against the inside his cheek, irritated. He looked so hot. You were delighted at the sight. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"Nope." You flipped over another page, seeing a detailed drawing of a bee and another of a water lilly. Nothing particularly damning yet.

"Why are you always trying to rile me up?" He made a quick move for the book again, but you're quicker, spinning around him and putting it behind your back.

Because it turns me on.

Nope, can't say that, that'd freak him out.

"Cause it's fun," you admitted cheekily. "I rarely get a reaction out of you typically."

"Is this the reaction you're wanting?" He took another step forward, and you take another step back. His eyes were lidded and jaw clenched, irritation prominent in his expression. You're half tempted to run into the woods with the book just to see what secrets he had hidden in it.

"Almost."

"Almost?" he questioned. He glared at you, cocking his head to the side as he studied your mischievous, satisfied expression. "What is it you're wanting?"

Oh, only for you to fuck me where I stand, no biggie.

"Just a bit of fun, clearly. You look like you're about to blow a fuse. There must be something awfully interesting in this book for you to be so territorial over it," you snickered, taking a few more steps back to distance yourself from him and flipping through another page. "I mean, come and get it, if you can."

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back, though, because suddenly you hear a very low, very deep: "That's it."

You acted on instinct as you see him lunge towards you, your feet carrying you away without you having to even think about it. Jungkook's hand swiped for you as you dodged, and you were distancing yourself a few feet per second as you dashed away and out of the backyard. Your heart rate skyrocketed as you snapped the journal shut, clutching it to your body as you sprinted into the trees. You're practically flying across the pre-made path, illuminated well enough now by the moonlight over head.

You didn't think it would go this far. You should've given him the journal at that moment, but you acted on instinct, fight or flight mode controlling your every whim as you dove headfirst into the wooded area surrounding the cabin. You stayed along the path, only able to hear your feet beating against the ground and your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Maybe you were overreacting, but the look in his eyes as he jumped towards you said one thing: Run.

You looked behind, certain you had been quick enough to lost him, but you see his shadowy form gaining on you. And fast.

Fuck!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

You shrieked, making a sharp right off the trail and through the trees. You couldn't even remember the last time you had been chased. It must've been when you were a kid at summer camp. This was nothing like those games of tag, however. The fear coursing through your veins, the danger that was approaching from behind, all of it had given you a surge of adrenaline you had never encountered before.

Your breathing was quick as you dodged branches and swerved between the trunks. Luckily it wasn't autumn, otherwise the crunch of the dead leaves beneath your feet would give away your location. Then again, you had no clue where Jungkook had went either.

You didn't think Jungkook would hurt you. No, you knew he wouldn't.

But you didn't know what he was going to do when he caught you, either. And with how fast he clearly was, it seemed like an inevitability.

You internally cursed, spinning around one of the trees and pressing yourself against the bark, breathing through your nose and trying to make as little noise as possible. Fuck, you couldn't even see the trail or the cabin any more. How deep had you gotten? What if you weren't able to find your way back at this rate?

Panicked, you look around, your eyes now adjusting to the darkness. You're able to take a few slower, deeper breaths, relieved you had lost him.

But the relief didn't last long.

A large hand slammed against the bark next to you, Jungkook popping out from around the trunk. His eyes looked like one of a beast's, dark and ominous as he narrowed in on you. You screamed, ducking beneath and around the other side, barreling further into the dense forest. How had he caught up to you so fast? Why was he so determined?

Your shallow, fast breaths were getting louder now as you pumped your body for all you had, using all of your strength to get away as quickly as possible. You weren't going to make the mistake of looking back again— you knew he was right behind you.

And suddenly you felt arms caging in around your waist, Jungkook's catching you and yanking you to him, sending you both straight to the ground as his body weight crushed yours. The ground bit at your skin, all the breath being pushed out of your lungs as he fell on top of you, the crash chaotic and no doubt leaving bruises from where you landedp. The book flew out of your hands as both of you tumbled down. You scrambled trying to get out from under him, arm outstretched and fingers spread as you try and reach for the book which was just a few inches away, when his larger one engulfs your wrist, twisting you around and manhandling you to flip you on your back.

You had fantasized about Jungkook on top of you many times before, but never quite like this.

He grabbed your other wrist and pinned it down next to your head, shackling you to the forest floor and forcing you to look up at him. You were able to see far too clearly with your eyes adjusted to the night, the moonlight showing the rage on his beautiful face. He was breathing heavily from the exertion of the chase, chest heaving up and down beneath his hoodie as he glared down at you, a wild look in his eyes. His nostrils flared, mouth parted as he took in greedy gasps of air, his face closer to yours than you were used to. You tried to reach a foot up to kick him in the chest, but he dodged, trapping your thighs between his own. You struggled, pushing your hands up to try and twist out of his iron-clad grip, but he remained firm.

There was another spike of fear that ran through you as you realized he wasn't going to let you go.

Fuck, what had you gotten yourself into?

You were in the belly of the beast, trapped with no hope of escape. You tried and twisted some more, and his grip tightened, keeping you glued to the ground with him practically sitting on top of you. He wasn't even looking for the notebook anymore, all of his attention focused solely on you.

He continued to breathe hard, now deeper as you were both finally at a standstill. "Caught you..." he panted, still trying to catch his breath.

You clenched and unclenched your fists, frustrated with how you were helpless beneath him, now unable to fight back. Offering a weak smile, you tried to catch your own breath. "J-Jungkook..." You hadn't meant for the word to come out so airy, almost like a moan. A plea. "You can have the book back... It's right there."

"I don't want it anymore," he snarled.

You gulped, squirming in his hold, something you could no longer hide given your predicament. "O-Oh," you said shakily, trying to offer a laugh. "Let's... Let's talk?"

"Yeah, let's talk," he sneered, with no intention of letting you out from under him. No doubt you'd try and run away again. You'd probably climb over the mountain if it meant escape. "Why're you always testing me, huh? Trying to get under my skin, irritate me. I've tried so hard with you, tried to be patient, but you just don't know when to quit, do you?"

This time you didn't respond, unable to answer his questions. You weren't sure this was exactly the moment for honesty.

"Thought you wanted to talk, sweetheart."

Fuck, that made your heart flutter despite the situation. You look to the side, anywhere but Jungkook, and instead to the leaves and trees overhead above him. "I-I just like annoying you, that's all."

"That's all, huh?" His fingers flexed around your wrists. "It's almost like you like seeing me angry."

You squirmed again, closing your eyes as you try to kick beneath him, heels digging into the ground as you try to push him off. His body weight didn't give you much wiggle room, though and your weak attempts don't go unnoticed by him. You felt so embarrassed, so small and vulnerable beneath his scrutinizing gaze. You turned your head to the side, wanting to shrink away form his hard stare. He didn't let up, however.

"Nuh uh," he hissed, stretching your arms above your head and trapping both wrists in one hand now. Unfortunately you didn't have enough strength to weasel out of the one. All that time you had spent thirsting over his gym photos, and now it was all being used against you. He roughly gripped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he turned your face from the side and back at him. "Look at me."

Hesitantly, you peeked back up at him, the angry expression you had worked so hard for now glowering down at you.

"Just..." You whimpered, biting your lip with shame. "Just wanted your attention."

The fingers around your face seemed to twitch at that, and his eyes flashed with something you don't recognize. Perhaps surprise? His grip on your wrists tightened, stretching your arms out more to make you squirm with discomfort. "Is that it?" You heard a low, ominous chuckle. "Well congratulations, sweetheart. You finally got it."

Before you could wail out your deepest apologies and beg for his forgiveness, he's tilting your chin up further, craning your neck, and kissing you.

Your eyes widened as you felt the lips you had dreamed of for so long on yours, his tongue delving into your mouth and gliding against yours with ease. He completely dominated you, the hand on your jaw now sliding down the column of your throat, feeling every gasp and moan that travelled through it as he took you completely. He lightly squeezed, as though reminding you to behave. Jungkook pressed his lips harder against yours, not letting you escape, forcing you to feel every part of him you had been so desperate for. Your head felt like it was spinning, fists furling and unfurling as you finally shut your eyes and tried to kiss him back, tried to keep up and have your body process this faster than your brain could. You were in complete disbelief this was happening. Was this real? Were you actually back home at the cabin, having another sick, twisted wet dream about Jungkook?

It was better than any of your dreams or fantasies could have predicted. The way Jungkook's mouth moved against yours, the secure hold against your neck and bound wrists, the subtle grind he made against you, nothing could compare. It felt better than you had ever hoped, and far, far filthier than you had ever dreamed.

Jungkook finally pulled back, breathless once again, lips now glistening in the moonlight as he stared down at you. You were panting as well, staring up at him with wonder at what he'd done, and what he'd do next. Did he regret it? Did he suddenly come to his senses? Realize it was you he was actually kissing in the middle of the wilderness?

His eyes scoured your flushed expression, traveling down to where your chest sunk and rose with each breath, and your thighs trapped between his. Biting his lip, he lifted to his knees, hands still firmly pinning you down as he shoved a leg between your own, nudging them apart. "Spread 'em."

Shocked, you did as you're told, slowly opening your legs to his prying eyes, humiliation coursing through your veins. You had gone outside in your pajamas, just some sleep shorts and a tank top, and there wasn't much modesty you could provide.

Jungkook seemed satisfied with the sight, however, moving his other knee between yours as well as he looked down at the tiny shorts that barely covered you now. "Fuck..." He let go of your neck, his grip loosening as he lightly touched the skin available to him, tracing down over your tank top, between your breasts and past your stomach, stopping just above the hemline of your shorts. He was transfixed, eyes drinking in all they could in the dim light. He locked gazes with you again, hard gaze refusing to let you look away. "Do you want me to touch you? Or do you want me to let you go and run away again?"

You gulped, thighs twitching at the thought of either.

"I need an answer, Y/N."

"I-I—" Curse your infernal stammering. You swallowed the saliva that pooled in your throat, trying to collect yourself. "Please... touch me."

Jungkook grunted in response, grabbing onto the waistband of your shorts and roughly tugging them down your legs, revealing a cute pair of pink panties for him to rip apart. He didn’t admire them too long, quickly yanking them down as well to store in the pocket of his shorts. He used the free hand to roughly pin one of your knees against the ground, keeping you spread for him with no where to hide, your glistening folds shining even in the darkness.

"Fuck, you really like seeing me mad, don't you?" he said under his breath, fingers lightly trailing up from your knee and up your inner thigh. You squirmed under his gaze, flustered and embarrassed at how exposed you were as he continued to unapologetically stare at you, eyes reveling at your bare sex. "Just wanted me to pin you down and fuck you every time you annoyed me, is that it?"

"Y...Yes..." you quietly admitted, hips slightly bucking to try and get his hand closer, to no avail. He pushed against your hip to keep you against the ground, thumb inching closer to where you wanted, rubbing slow circles against the inside of your hip. "Please don't tease."

His nostrils flared at that. "Tease? Like how you tease me all the time? Acting like a little slut just for my attention?"

His hand came down to slap against your wet folds, making your hips jump at the delicious sting. You accidentally let out a moan before you could stop yourself, his hand coming back down to rub against your sex and soothe the pain, traveling between your wet folds and admiring the slick that collected on them.

"Fuck, Jungkook!" You whimpered out the words, tears springing in your eyes.

"God, you're something else..." Jungkook said quietly, as though it were to himself. He let his digits dance against you, teasing around your entrance and clit but never giving you enough. "Every time you'd come begging for my attention, pissing me off, I had to walk away. Because I knew this would happen. Knew I'd just lose it and have to fuck the attitude out of you then and there."

He slipped a finger in and you mewled, pushing further against the hand that bound your wrists together. You weren't able to lift them even a centimeter from the ground. You wanted to reach up and touch him, curl your fingers into his hair and tug, wrap your hands around his forearm and feel the how the tendons worked as he curled his digits inside of you. You dug your heels into the ground, savoring the feeling of Jungkook's finger curling in you repeatedly, the sound of your wetness filling the night air.

"You're so wet for me, took it so easily..." He slipped another digit in, watching you keen as you tried to buck your hips again and greedily swallow him in deeper. "Couldn't just ask me out like a normal person, huh? Had to act like we were still on the playground, just irritate me for fun."

"It worked, didn't it?" you questioned, whimpering as the digits aimed at your g-spot, digging deep into your pressure point, his palm pressed against your mound and grinding against you.

He couldn't help but smile at that. "It did, didn't it?" His hand started moving faster, harder, as though to drive further emphasis to your question. "And now you're going to have to face the consequences."

You felt pressure building up in your abdomen, moaning as Jungkook jackhammered his fingers into you, his thrusts hard and precise. You weren't even able to bring yourself to orgasm this fast, but with Jungkook it seemed like it was about to happen any minute.

Jungkook hovered over you, his face close as he finally let go of your wrists, slapping his palm against your mouth the dull your screams. "Shh, not so loud, sweetheart," he cooed patronizingly, a wicked grin on his face as he saw you struggle and whine, a third finger slipping inside, giving you a delicious burn from the stretch of the girthy digits. "Don't want to wake anyone with those slutty sounds, yeah? Those are all for me."

You were finally able to do as you wished with your hands, both wrapping around his forearm as you felt the muscles move and flex with every curl of his fingers, veins bulging beneath as he worked to get you to the finish line. You couldn't help but let your nails scratch along him a bit, overwhelmed with the onslaught of pleasure he brought. The sound of his palm repeatedly slapping against your wet sex was embarrassingly loud, and the movement of his fingers revealed how into this you were.

"Ah..." Your moan was muffled beneath his palm, but he undoubtedly felt the vibrations against his skin.

"You close? Gonna cum on my fingers already?" His smile was near sadistic as he watched you struggle beneath him. "C'mon, let go for me. So fucking desperate for it."

His thumb came up to dig against your clit, swiping against you as he fingered you to an orgasm. Your toes curled and your thighs quaked, your moan muffled through Jungkook's palm as you arched against the forest floor, bliss overtaking you. Jungkook watched your expression intently, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched you unravel underneath him, eyes crossed and face flushed as you took what he gave you.

He slowed the pumping of his fingers, pulling them out and rubbing the digits against your clit again. You hated the feeling of being empty again, hips rising for his touch so he'd sink further into you again. Jungkook tsked, offering two more sharp slaps to your cunt to quell your disobedience. "I think you're all warmed up for me now."

He took his hand away from your face, shoving the waistband of his gym shorts and boxers down so his erection could spring free. Grabbing your hair, he forced your head to look down at his cock.

"Take a look, sweetheart. It's the dick you wanted so badly."

He gives your cunt one final, harsh smack before he's roughly shoving your legs apart again, knees glued to the grass beneath as he shuffles closer to you, his cock lying against your bare sex. You tried to gyrate against him, feel him harder against you, wondering if the orgasm he gave you would be enough for you to fit all of that inside. He was just as big as you had hoped and girthier than the three fingers that had already stretched you out so well.

Taking his cock in his hand, he slapped it against your pussy, teasing you further, letting you feel the heavy length that threatened to destroy you. He laughed when he saw the tears of frustration shine at the corner of your eyes. You tried to reach for him again, grab his cock and force it in you in one go, but he grabbed your wrists again, pinning them above you much like before. His face was inches from your own now, cocky and smug expression gleefully mocking your tearful, impatient one. "Are you gonna cry?" he questioned with a pout, sliding the cock head along your folds and teasing it against your entrance before bringing it back up to your clit, rubbing harshly to see your legs shake again. "Poor baby."

"Jungkook please just—" you sniffled, straining against his grasp. "C'mon, put it in, please?"

"Why should I, sweetheart, when you've been nothing but a bitchy little brat?" He emphasized his words with a few more harsh slaps, letting go of his cock to smack his palm against your wet folds, enjoying the way your hips jumped up against the ground, as though chasing his touch. He sneered as you sobbed, lower lip trembling. "What makes you think you deserve it?"

"Want it so bad. Worked so hard for it," you cried, lips trembling.

"Yeah?" He took his cock again, lightly pushing it against your entrance only a few centimeters, but still refusing to dive inside. "Gonna stop annoying me all the time? Trying to rile me up? Gonna be a good slut from now on?"

You nodded quickly. "Yes! Yes, I promise!"

He slowly shook his head, tongue digging into his cheek, tsking with disbelief. "Fucking liar."

With that he slowly pushed into you, watching your lips part into an 'o' and he sunk inch by inch into your wet heat, stretching you completely. You couldn't help the moans that escaped you, feeling him go deeper than you had ever experienced before, digging in and pressing against your cervix, right against your lower belly.

"Fuuuuck that's it." He emanated a dark growl from his chest, watching himself sink further into you. "Take it all. That's a good slut."

He finally stopped when his hips are flush with your ass, making you feel everything he had to offer. You felt so full. Never had you been filled so completely before, and the fact that it was Jeon Jungkook was almost enough to make you come undone all over again.

"Fuck, what a good pussy." He let go of your wrists, hands gripping beneath your knees and folding you in half as he pulled his hips back, giving shallow thrusts as he felt you take him. "So good for me sweetheart, shit. Look at you. So fucking pretty. Feel so fucking good for me. 'Course a brat like you gets this wet, fuck."

"You.. You..." You struggled to articulate words, gasping them out as you felt him drive into you, his thrusts getting longer and deeper as he pulled his hips back more, shoving his cock inside you harder to bury himself further into you. "You feel amazing."

He chuckled lowly, stooping over and connecting your lips once again, the kiss messy as he continued barreling his cock as deep inside as he could. "Yeah?" he breathed against you, the wet kissing sounds rivaling the sound of skin slapping against skin, and your wet pussy eagerly trying to swallow me deeper. "Live up to those— fuck— those dirty fantasies of yours, sweetheart?"

"Mmm," you moaned, nails clawing at his hoodie to pull him deeper. "Better."

He laughed at that, mouth fully taking over your own, forcing you to taste him as he reached one hand up to your throat, squeezing to choke you in a way that left you lightheaded. "You're better too, baby," he assured. "Never imagined you'd be this much of a slut for me."

You whimpered against his lips, grinding against him with every thrust, greedily swallowing each kiss and praying this moment would never end. You wanted to be glued against this forest floor with Jungkook forever, with only the trees and night air to hide you both. You tugged at his hoodie, bringing it up, letting your hands freely glide along the chiseled abs you had been obsessed over for years.

He rose, tugging it off quickly before diving back into you, not wasting a second to put his hand back on your throat and his lips back against yours. He wasn't letting you breathe for a second, wanting you lightheaded and dumb on his cock. It was as though he couldn't get enough of you, swallowing every moan and grinding his pelvis against your clit, eager to make you cum again.

"You feel so fucking good baby," he groaned, tugging your tank top up and over your tits, kneading at the flesh beneath his fingers before leaning back and landing another slap on your clit. You squealed, your legs nearly kicking as he brought his thumb down to your clit, rubbing hard circles. "C'mon, give me another. Be a good slut for me, c'mon. Cum on the dick you wanted so bad."

He drove you to the edge, making you cum so hard you practically see stars, your body trembling like a leaf as he pounded against you, stimulating every part of you. He leaned back down to swallow your cry, groaning against your mouth as he felt you clench and shake around him, your pitiful cries only driving him harder, faster against you. Unrelenting, like the punishment this was originally meant to be.

"Good girl," he moaned, head burying into your neck to littler kisses all over it, harsh sucks and nibbles to mark you along with the scrapes and bruises you undoubtedly acquired when he tackled you before. "Good f-fuuucking girl."

You buried your hands in his hair, curling your digits between the strands and tugging as he dug his hips against yours, cock nestled in as deep as it could go as he ground his hips against yours, pelvis practically glued against your clit. He pressed himself as closely as he could to you, and you hugged him closer, embracing the feeling of his smooth, bare skin beneath your finger tips. You felt so sensitive from the constant stimulation, tears springing to life again. He noticed, giving a small peck at the corner of one of your eyes.

"Sensitive baby? Need me to stop?"

"No," you tugged him closer, not wanting it to end. "Don't stop."

He laughed, melting into you, one arm still holding himself up above you by the elbow. He pressed his other hand down against your abdomen, "Want another then?"

You squirmed at the thought, and your reaction only made him more determined, pushing further against you and grinding as deep as he could go, feeling himself move inside of you. The tip of his cock pressed against your g-spot, refusing to give you a break as he ground against it, the bulge below your belly button showing exactly how deep he was inside you.

"You're so cute when you cry." He kissed the other tearful corner. "Come on, one more with me. You were so desperate for it earlier. Need to fucking ruin you like the brat you are, c'mon."

He pulled his hips back, heavy thrusts returning as you're forced to take what he gives, feeling the bulge protruding from your lower tummy against the palm of his hand. He kissed you messily again, his tongue casually dominating and sliding against yours smoothly and effortlessly, as though he had been kissing you for years. Like putting you in your place was simply second nature to him. You mewled into his mouth, his thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier as he got closer to finishing. His hand slid down your stomach and back to your clit, and he grinned against your lips as you squealed.

"Fucking pathetic. Desperate for this dick and can't even take it," he teased, panting against your mouth. "Giving up? Little pussy can't take it?"

"I can- I can take it."

"Yeah? You gonna cum on this dick again, sweetheart?" He looked at your fucked out expression, the concentration in your eyes as you look up at him pleadingly. "Cum for me now and maybe I'll fuck you again, how's that sound? Show me you deserve it."

You raked your nails down his bare back, feeling your third orgasm of the night overtake you. Jungkook can feel it, too, his digits on your sex getting as sloppy as his thrusts, trying to milk it out of you.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon, fuuuuck yes take it. Good fucking girl— fuck—" He felt you cum on his cock, thighs trembling, moan ringing out through the night, and it's enough to undo him. He pulled out, stroking himself and biting his lip as he came all over your twitching pussy, letting out a deep, gravelly moan at the sight of you covered in him.

He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you, as both of you caught your breaths, basking in the afterglow of what you had just done.

You held Jungkook in an embrace, feeling his heart rate slow as the minutes pass, his dick softening against your thigh, and the sudden awareness that the two of you were basically naked upon grass in the middle of the woods. The blades tickled at your sweaty back, but you didn't care, absentmindedly combing through Jungkook's hair. While your post-nut clarity was currently fantastic, you were unsure if he was having second thoughts.

Jungkook nuzzled his nose against you, buried in the crook of your neck as he took in a deep breath. Hiding his face from you, he grumbled the words into your skin. "Open the sketchbook."

Right. The sketchbook. The whole reason you had gotten into this predicament in the first place. The reason he had chased you down into the depths of the forest. You looked back to where you had dropped it, and Jungkook sat up and reached for it on your behalf, grabbing it and handing it to you.

You stared at him, confused for a moment. "I don't need to see it, really. You have your right to privacy. I shouldn't have taken it from you. It was a dick move. I was just trying to annoy you."

He laughed a little. "I know. Just open it."

You did as you were told, opening it up and thumbing through the pages. They were the same ones you had seen before. Some anime sketches, some doodles, some wildlife. It wasn't until you got to the final page he had drawn on. It was you. It wasn't finished yet, but it was undeniably a light sketch of you. You blinked, processing it, staring at the page and tracing your fingers lightly over the pencil strokes. Before what had just happened, happened, Jeon Jungkook was sketching you in his journal.

Jungkook let out a breath, as though he had been holding it the entire time you were flipping through the pages. "That's why I was so embarrassed. I didn't... I couldn't sleep. Couldn't get your face out of my head."

You locked eyes, yours wide, almost with disbelief. "Really?" You feel like all of the air had been knocked out of your lungs yet again.

"Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, as though nervous. "It's not done yet, or anything, but—"

"I love it," you blurted out, grabbing him and kissing him, pressing your lips firmly against his so there'd be no doubt. "Can I keep it?"

He chuckled. "Maybe when it's done. I've got no use for it now with the real thing."

You both share a smile at that, and you reached for the discarded clothes that had been strewn about, no doubt with dirt and grass stains now. "How far did we wander off? I really hope we didn't get lost."

"Nah, I remember the way back. C'mon." He pulled your shorts back up your legs, put back on his hoodie, and grabbed your hand, leading you back towards the cabin. You couldn't believe you were actually holding his hand, his large one engulfing your own, and you could feel how steady his heartbeat was through his palm. True to his words, you made it back home, and surprisingly he ended up falling into bed with you, though purely to sleep. And perhaps not to wake Taehyung.

He never gave you back your panties, though.

—

"All right, everyone, let's get a move on! We've got an 8 hour car ride ahead of us and that's not even including the bathroom breaks I know Taehyung will need!" Yeri shouted, shoving her final bag into the trunk before slamming it shut.

"Excuse you, bitch. Everyone needs those bathroom breaks," Taehyung grumbled, yanking at the back door of the Sedan.

The side door to the back seats slid open, and you climb in to same seat you had been in on the way there. Instead of Jimin, though, the person who came to join you was Jungkook, offering a small smile as he approached. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Yes," you said, but yank your duffel to the floor so the seat was clear. "Sure a muscle pig like you can squeeze in here?"

"I have a talent for squeezing into tight spaces."

You blushed at that, causing Jungkook to laugh at your embarrassment, sitting down next to you. He reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers and making your heart practically leap from your chest.

"Look at you, making the quips for once." You couldn't seem to wipe the grin of your face, and you knew before the end of the ride your cheeks were going to hurt from smiling so much. "Uno reverso, huh?"

"It's about time I did the chasing from now on," he grinned back, squeezing your hand.

Jimin sat down in the middle seat next to Taehyung, confused as to why Jungkook stole his seat. He turned to Taehyung, puzzled. "What happened with them?" he mouthed.

"I don't even know man. Whatever it is, it's about damn time."

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poetbutterkristenmitchell · 4 months ago

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Dear Toxic Positivity,

I imagine you as a deranged motivational poster come to life—clad in pastel athleisure, sipping a lukewarm turmeric latte from a mug that reads “But First, Gratitude.” You float, or rather, prance—an ungodly mix of hoverboard and delusion—through the scorched remains of human suffering with a glue-gun smile and the moral compass of a sugar-coated stormtrooper. You are optimism weaponized, pep-rallied into oblivion, dipped in a vat of diluted empathy and glitter, then unleashed onto the unsuspecting emotional topography of the modern soul.

And my God, you are everywhere.

There you are, pinned to corporate break room corkboards beside flyers for “Free Pizza Friday” and suicide prevention hotlines—unironically. You slither through the scripts of HR departments and clergy alike, spooning empty aphorisms into the mouths of people who are seconds from combustion. You crash funerals with that insipid phrase, “They’re in a better place,” as if death were merely an Airbnb mishap. You show up uninvited to the scene of heartbreak, betrayal, chronic illness, climate despair, school shootings, economic collapse—hell, even paper cuts—armed with your pathetic little pom-poms and your irredeemably tone-deaf chorus of “Look on the bright side!”

You’re not optimism. You are avoidance in a sequined jumpsuit. You are a cult of denial. You’re the MLM of emotion, peddling fake empowerment while extracting every last shred of humanity from the people you infect. And you’ve got the nerve to masquerade as healing? As hope? Darling. Please.

You’ve hijacked every public discourse. You’ve wormed your way into every psyche. You’ve colonized grief and sadness, gentrified pain, painted over suffering with pastel brushstrokes and stuck “Choose Joy” decals on the bruises. You’re the literary equivalent of white noise—a ceaseless hum of vapid encouragement so shrill and relentless it drowns out the symphony of actual human emotion.

I’d admire your audacity if I weren’t so busy trying to pry your pastel claws from the throat of collective consciousness.

You’ve rebranded trauma as a “growth opportunity,” and turned depression into a “gratitude deficit.” You’re the reason people feel ashamed to admit they’re not okay. You’re the reason a woman grieving the death of her child is asked to consider what she’s learned from the experience, as if burying a toddler is some cosmic TED Talk.

You have, somehow, convinced the world that the antidote to pain is a vision board. That rage is a bad vibe. That despair is low-frequency. You, with your bumper-sticker theology and your Instagram therapist jargon, are building a society incapable of emotional nuance. A culture so emotionally constipated it mistakes endurance for strength and silence for spiritual progress.

Here’s the thing, Toxic Positivity: you are not brave. You are terrified.

You fear sadness. You fear rage. You fear the sacred chaos of grief, of despair, of the uncontainable mess of being alive. You build walls out of mantras and deflect with affirmations. Your insistence that everything is a lesson, a blessing, a necessary step in some divine curriculum? That’s not wisdom. That’s fear, repackaged.

And your methods—oh, your methods are insidious. You speak in a dialect of delusion. You weaponize Pinterest fonts. You hurl clichés with the force of a televangelist and the moral clarity of a beige throw pillow.

“Failure isn’t an option,” you chant, while millions burn out, break down, and quietly drown beneath the weight of your impossible demands.

“Yes, but what are you grateful for?” you whisper to the woman navigating abuse, eviction, chemo.

“You attract what you are,” you hiss to the depressed college student watching their dreams curdle in a system designed to eat them alive.

“You just have to manifest it!” you shout at the homeless, the hungry, the historically oppressed—as if the only thing standing between them and generational wealth is a poor attitude and a vision board featuring Oprah.

You are a capitalist fever dream. You are emotional fast fashion. You are an Instagram filter applied over a house fire.

And still, you persist.

You are the co-worker who drops “positive vibes only!” like a landmine before vanishing into a meeting that could’ve been an email. You are the pastor who tells a grieving widow that her husband’s death was God’s plan. You are the influencer crying into her perfectly contoured face about the “lessons” she’s learned from her miscarriage—two days after it happened—sponsored by a candle brand.

You have made sincerity performative. You have made suffering inconvenient. You have turned every honest feeling into a PR problem.

And people are sick of it. People are cracking.

Behind every “I’m fine” is a scream muffled by your doctrine. Behind every self-help book is a person begging for permission to feel the full weight of being human without being labeled “toxic” or “negative” or “ungrateful.” Behind every performative gratitude journal is a soul desperate to be seen in their sadness, not erased by it.

But you don’t see that, do you?

You see dissent as defection. Sadness as sabotage. You treat anyone with the audacity to name their pain as emotionally unstable, spiritually unwell, or simply bad for morale.

You’ve turned mental health into an aesthetic. You’ve made healing a competitive sport. You’ve convinced us that to suffer out loud is to fail, and that to name the brokenness in the world is to invite it into our lives. But pretending the world isn’t broken doesn’t make it whole. It just makes you complicit.

So I’ve had enough.

I’m not interested in your choreographed optimism.

I’m not interested in your curated resilience, your beige-washed version of growth that fits neatly into a square post with a calligraphy caption.

I want rage. I want grief. I want the howl. The mess. The dirt. I want the raw, unfiltered ache of being alive, without being told I need to reframe it for someone else’s comfort.

Because comfort is not the point. Truth is.

And truth, dear Toxic Positivity, is not polite.

It does not wear matching yoga sets. It does not sip green juice. It does not end every sentence with a smile emoji.

Truth wails. Truth stinks. Truth slouches toward the edge of the bed at 2AM, soaked in its own sweat, asking God what the hell the point is. Truth weeps in parking lots. Truth snaps at the people who love us. Truth forgets to meditate and eats an entire sleeve of Oreos in the bathtub.

Truth is human.

And you? You’re not.

You’re a parody of hope. You’re the uncanny valley of emotional wellness. You’re a badly programmed robot nodding and smiling while the world bleeds out at your feet.

So here’s my counter-manifesto:

Let the tears come. Let the anger rage. Let the doubt whisper and the fear shake the bones.

Let people feel.

Let them name their pain without consequence. Let them rage against injustice without being called negative. Let them grieve without being shushed. Let them crack without being labeled broken. Let them be human, messy, complicated, unhinged—alive.

And if that makes me a downer, so be it.

If that makes me less evolved, less palatable, less “aligned,” then I will wear those titles like battle scars.

Because I am not here to be palatable. I am here to be whole.

So take your platitudes. Your pastel propaganda. Your saccharine silence.

Take your vision boards and your breathwork and your limp little slogans and kindly get the hell out of my emotional house.

Because we’re done here.

We’ve had enough.

We’re waking up.

And we’re not afraid of the dark anymore.

Sincerely,

Someone Who Has Felt Too Much to Pretend One Affirmation Can Fix It

Valiere E Wade

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heart-full-of-lust · 14 days ago

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The Physics of Accident

Elena had always believed in precision—in GPS coordinates and confirmed addresses, in scheduled appointments and verified plans. So when she found herself standing outside apartment 4B instead of 4A, key uselessly dangling from her fingers, she felt the familiar flutter of anxiety that accompanied any deviation from careful order.

The Airbnb confirmation email glowed accusingly from her phone screen: 4A, brass nameplate, blue door. But here she stood before 4B—no nameplate, forest green paint, and the distinct sound of a cello weaving through the thin walls like liquid melancholy.

Elena had come to Prague for a conference on sustainable architecture, three days of presentations that would advance her career in measurable increments. Everything planned, budgeted, optimized for professional advancement. The kind of trip where serendipity had no place in her itinerary.

The music stopped abruptly, followed by the soft thud of footsteps approaching the door. Elena stepped back, preparing to apologize for the disturbance, when the door opened to reveal a woman who seemed to have been carved from the city's golden hour light.

"You look lost," the stranger said in accented English, her voice carrying the same warm resonance as the cello that had drawn Elena here.

"I am," Elena admitted, then caught herself. "I mean, I'm looking for 4A. I think I have the wrong—"

"You have the right floor, wrong universe," the woman smiled, and something in Elena's chest shifted like tectonic plates finding new alignment. "I'm Katka. And you are standing exactly where you need to be, even if it's not where you meant to be."

Later, Elena would recognize this as the moment—the precise instant when the universe reached out with gentle fingers and redirected the trajectory of her entire life. But in that moment, she only knew that this stranger's smile made her forget the comfort of her carefully planned existence.

"Elena," she replied, extending her hand. When Katka's fingers touched hers, Elena felt electricity that had nothing to do with static and everything to do with recognition—and something else, something that made her pussy clench with sudden, unexpected awareness.

"Would you like coffee while you figure out your actual destination?" Katka asked, still holding Elena's hand with casual intimacy that felt both foreign and perfectly natural. "I was just taking a break from practice, and Prague coffee is excellent for solving geographical mysteries."

Elena should have declined. She had emails to answer, presentations to review, a schedule to maintain. Instead, she heard herself saying, "Yes, I'd love that," while heat pooled between her thighs at the way Katka's thumb stroked across her knuckles.

Katka's apartment was a study in beautiful chaos—sheet music scattered across surfaces, books in three languages stacked against walls, art supplies bleeding into kitchen space. It was everything Elena's sterile, organized life wasn't, and she felt herself breathing more deeply in the creative disorder, her body responding to the sensual abandonment of the space.

"You play beautifully," Elena said as Katka prepared coffee with the kind of unhurried attention that suggested time was a flexible concept rather than a rigid master. Elena found herself staring at Katka's hands—long fingers that had coaxed such exquisite music from her instrument, and her mind began wondering what other kinds of music those fingers might create.

"Music is my language for things words cannot reach," Katka replied, handing Elena a cup that was warm against her palms. Their fingers brushed during the exchange, and Elena felt her nipples harden beneath her conservative blouse. "What is your language?"

"Buildings," Elena answered automatically, then paused. "Though I'm not sure they've been saying much lately."

Katka settled beside her on the vintage sofa, close enough that Elena could smell her perfume—something earthy and complex that reminded her of forest floors after rain and made her want to bury her face in Katka's neck to breathe it in properly.

"Show me," Katka said simply, her knee brushing against Elena's as she shifted closer.

Elena pulled out her phone, scrolling through photos of her projects—clean lines, sustainable materials, structures that solved problems with elegant efficiency. As she explained each design, she became acutely aware of Katka's attention, the way those green eyes studied not just the buildings but Elena herself, as if she were a fascinating work of architecture to be explored.

"They're beautiful," Katka said when Elena finished, her fingertips finding Elena's wrist with deliberate intimacy, "but they feel… careful. Safe. Like someone trying very hard not to make mistakes."

The observation hit Elena with startling accuracy, as did the realization that Katka's thumb was now tracing slow circles against her pulse point, making her cunt throb with each gentle rotation.

"Mistakes are expensive in my field," Elena managed, hyperaware of how her voice had grown slightly breathless.

"But so is never taking risks," Katka replied, her hand sliding up Elena's forearm with agonizing slowness. "In music, the most beautiful moments come from improvisation, from letting the melody surprise you."

Elena stared at those fingers on her skin—long and graceful, callused from cello strings—and felt her carefully constructed worldview crumbling. "I don't know how to improvise."

"Everyone knows how," Katka said softly, her hand now resting just above Elena's elbow, thumb still stroking in those maddening circles. "They just forget how to let themselves."

What happened next would defy Elena's ability to categorize or analyze. Katka leaned forward, her lips finding Elena's with the inevitability of water finding its level. The kiss was soft at first, exploratory, but when Elena responded—when she let herself respond without calculation or planning—Katka's tongue slipped between her lips and Elena moaned with want she hadn't known she was capable of feeling.

Elena had kissed women before, during college experimentation that felt more academic than passionate. But this was different—this was her body recognizing something her mind hadn't known it was seeking. Katka's mouth was warm and generous, her tongue dancing with Elena's in ways that made Elena's pussy flood with arousal so sudden and intense it almost frightened her.

Katka's hands framed her face with reverent attention, thumbs stroking along Elena's cheekbones as they kissed with increasing urgency. When Katka's teeth caught Elena's lower lip and tugged gently, Elena gasped and arched toward her, desperate for more contact.

"Was that planned?" Katka asked when they finally broke apart, her lips still close enough that Elena could feel her breath, could taste the coffee and something inherently Katka on her own mouth.

"No," Elena whispered, amazed by her own honesty and by the fact that her panties were now completely soaked through. "Nothing about this was planned."

"Good," Katka smiled, her hands sliding down to rest against Elena's neck, thumbs finding the rapid pulse there. "The best things never are."

Katka's hands moved lower, fingers tracing the collar of Elena's blouse with deliberate intent. "May I?" she asked, and Elena nodded before her rational mind could intervene.

Button by button, Katka opened Elena's shirt with maddening patience, her fingers brushing against newly revealed skin with each movement. When Elena's bra was exposed—practical white cotton that suddenly felt impossibly sexy under Katka's appreciative gaze—Elena felt her nipples harden to painful points.

"You're beautiful," Katka murmured, her hands cupping Elena's breasts through the cotton, thumbs circling the hardened peaks until Elena whimpered with need.

Elena had never been particularly vocal during sex, but the sounds coming from her throat seemed to belong to some other woman—someone desperate and needy and completely unguarded. When Katka unhooked her bra and took her left nipple into her mouth, Elena cried out with pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.

Katka's tongue swirled around the sensitive peak while her fingers worked Elena's other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingertips. Elena's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction that wasn't there, her cunt clenching around emptiness as arousal built to unbearable levels.

"Please," Elena gasped, though she wasn't entirely sure what she was begging for.

"Please what?" Katka asked against her breast, her breath cool against wet skin.

"Touch me," Elena whispered, her face burning with the admission. "I need you to touch me."

Katka's hands moved to Elena's skirt, finding the zipper and sliding it down with deliberate slowness. When she pushed the fabric up Elena's thighs, her fingertips trailing along skin that hadn't been touched by anyone but Elena herself in months, Elena thought she might die from the anticipation.

"Lift up," Katka instructed softly, and Elena raised her hips so Katka could slide her panties down and away. The cool air against her exposed pussy made her gasp, but not as much as the way Katka was looking at her—like she was something precious and beautiful and absolutely edible.

"You're so wet," Katka observed, her finger tracing the seam of Elena's cunt without quite touching where she needed it most. "So ready for me."

Elena's hips lifted toward that teasing touch, desperate for contact. "Katka, please…"

"What do you want?" Katka asked, her finger now circling Elena's clit with the lightest possible pressure. "Tell me exactly what you need."

"Your fingers," Elena gasped, beyond caring about dignity or propriety. "Inside me. I need your fingers inside my pussy."

Katka smiled at Elena's explicit request, rewarding her honesty by sliding one long finger into her soaking cunt. Elena's back arched off the couch as that finger penetrated her, filling her in ways that had nothing to do with size and everything to do with the fact that it belonged to this unexpected woman who was unraveling Elena's carefully controlled existence.

"So tight," Katka murmured appreciatively, beginning to move her finger with slow, deliberate strokes. "When's the last time someone touched you like this?"

Elena couldn't form words to answer, too overwhelmed by the sensation of Katka's finger moving inside her while her thumb found Elena's clit and began circling with perfect pressure. When Katka added a second finger, stretching Elena's cunt in the most delicious way, Elena screamed with pleasure that seemed to echo off the apartment walls.

"That's it," Katka encouraged, her fingers now moving with increasing speed and purpose. "Let me hear how good this feels."

Elena was beyond self-consciousness, her body completely surrendered to Katka's skilled touch. The way Katka's fingers curved inside her, finding spots Elena had never known existed, combined with the relentless pressure on her clit, was building toward something Elena had never experienced before.

"I'm going to—" Elena began, then lost the ability to speak as Katka's fingers found her G-spot and pressed with deliberate intent.

"Come for me," Katka commanded, her voice low and authoritative. "Let go, Elena. Stop thinking and just feel."

Elena's orgasm crashed through her with volcanic force, her cunt clamping down on Katka's fingers as waves of pleasure radiated from her core to every nerve ending in her body. She screamed Katka's name, her hips grinding against those skilled fingers as the climax seemed to go on forever.

When she finally collapsed back against the couch, gasping and trembling, Katka slowly withdrew her fingers and brought them to her mouth, tasting Elena's arousal with obvious satisfaction.

"You taste like sin and honey," Katka murmured, her eyes dark with arousal. "I want more."

Before Elena could respond, Katka was kneeling between her spread thighs, her breath warm against Elena's sensitive pussy. When that talented tongue made contact with her clit, Elena nearly came again immediately.

Katka ate her out with the same focused attention she brought to her music, her tongue exploring every fold and crevice of Elena's cunt with deliberate thoroughness. She licked long stripes from Elena's entrance to her clit, then focused on the swollen bundle of nerves with rapid flicks that had Elena writhing against the couch cushions.

"So responsive," Katka murmured between licks, her words vibrating against Elena's most sensitive flesh. "Your pussy is so eager for attention."

Elena's hands tangled in Katka's dark hair, holding her in place as that incredible mouth worked magic between her thighs. When Katka slipped two fingers back inside her cunt while continuing to lick her clit, Elena's second orgasm built with frightening intensity.

"Oh god, Katka, I'm—fuck, I'm coming again," Elena gasped, her hips bucking against Katka's face as pleasure consumed her completely.

This orgasm was different from the first—deeper, more intense, radiating through her entire body like earthquake aftershocks. Elena sobbed with the intensity of it, overwhelmed by sensations she'd never known her body was capable of producing.

As she lay gasping in the aftermath, Elena realized she was crying—not from sadness but from the overwhelming relief of finally, finally letting go.

"Why are you sad?" Katka asked gently, her lips and chin still glistening with Elena's arousal as she moved up to cradle Elena against her chest.

"I'm not sad," Elena replied, surprised by the truth of it. "I'm… I think I'm grateful."

"For what?"

Elena considered the question seriously. For getting lost. For taking the wrong turn. For finding herself exactly where she never knew she needed to be.

"For serendipity," she said finally.

That evening, Katka took Elena to her bedroom—a space that somehow managed to be both bohemian and elegant, with silk scarves draped over lamps and original artwork covering the walls. The bed was larger than Elena had expected, covered in soft fabrics that invited extended exploration.

"Your turn," Elena said, surprised by her own boldness as she began unbuttoning Katka's shirt. "I want to taste you too."

Katka's body was a revelation—lean and strong from years of cello practice, with small, perfect breasts topped by dark nipples that hardened under Elena's tentative touch. When Elena took one of those nipples into her mouth, mimicking what Katka had done to her earlier, Katka's gasp of pleasure gave Elena confidence she'd never known she possessed.

"Lower," Katka breathed when Elena had thoroughly worshipped her breasts. "I need your mouth on my pussy."

Elena had never gone down on a woman before, but she approached the task with the same methodical attention she brought to everything else—except this time, instead of stifling her instincts, she let them guide her. She started with soft kisses along Katka's inner thighs, breathing in the musky scent of arousal that made her own cunt throb with renewed want.

When she finally tasted Katka—running her tongue through slick folds that were even wetter than Elena's had been—the flavor was intoxicating. Sweet and salty and entirely feminine, making Elena want to bury her face between Katka's thighs and stay there for hours.

"Yes," Katka moaned as Elena's tongue found her clit, circling the swollen nub with increasing confidence. "Just like that, Elena. You're so good at this."

The praise spurred Elena to explore further, her tongue delving into Katka's cunt while her fingers found her clit and rubbed in steady circles. Katka's hips rose to meet her ministrations, and Elena felt drunk on the power of giving this incredible woman pleasure.

When Katka came—her thighs clamping around Elena's head as she cried out in Czech—Elena felt a satisfaction that had nothing to do with her own physical pleasure and everything to do with the intimate connection they'd forged through shared vulnerability.

They spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies with thorough dedication. Katka showed Elena positions she'd never imagined, had her riding Katka's thigh while fingers worked her clit, bent her over the edge of the bed to finger her from behind while licking her ass with shocking intimacy that made Elena come harder than she ever had in her life.

They discovered that Elena could come from having her nipples sucked while Katka's fingers worked her pussy, that Katka made the most beautiful sounds when Elena used her mouth and fingers simultaneously, that they could bring each other to climax in a dozen different ways that left them both exhausted and satisfied.

The next two days passed in a haze of sexual exploration and emotional intimacy. They made love in different places around Prague—in Katka's shower while hot water cascaded over their intertwined bodies, in a secluded corner of Petřín Park where Katka fingered Elena against a tree while joggers passed obliviously nearby, back at Elena's hotel room where they christened every piece of furniture with their passion.

Each encounter taught Elena something new about her capacity for pleasure, about the body she'd treated as a vessel for her mind rather than a source of wisdom in its own right. Katka was an attentive teacher, showing Elena that sexuality could be about discovery rather than performance, about presence rather than destination.

Their most intense session came on Elena's final night. They had spent the day wandering Prague's medieval streets, sexual tension building with every casual touch, every shared glance, every moment of anticipation. By the time they returned to Katka's apartment, they were both desperate with need.

They didn't make it to the bedroom. Elena found herself pressed against the front door, Katka's mouth claiming hers with hungry desperation while hands roamed and grabbed and claimed. Katka's fingers found Elena's cunt through her dress, stroking her through increasingly damp fabric until Elena was grinding shamelessly against her hand.

"I need you," Katka gasped against Elena's mouth. "Right here, right now."

They stripped each other with frantic urgency, clothes hitting the floor as they moved toward the couch in a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. When they tumbled onto the cushions, Katka positioned herself above Elena in a sixty-nine that had them both moaning at the first touch of tongue to clit.

Elena had never experienced simultaneous oral sex before, and the sensation of giving and receiving pleasure at the same time was overwhelming. Every lick she gave Katka was returned threefold, every moan that vibrated against Katka's pussy was echoed against her own. They brought each other to climax together, their cries muffled by flesh and desire as they rode waves of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.

"I have to leave tomorrow," Elena said much later as they lay entwined on Katka's bed, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.

"I know," Katka replied, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across Elena's bare shoulder. "But this doesn't have to end."

"Long distance relationships are complicated," Elena said, her practical mind already calculating time zones and flight costs.

"Who said anything about a relationship?" Katka smiled. "I'm talking about what you've discovered about yourself. About the woman who can get lost and find exactly what she needs."

Elena thought about this as she lay in Katka's arms, listening to the sounds of Prague settling into evening around them. She thought about the Elena who had arrived three days ago—scheduled, optimized, carefully contained—and the Elena who would leave tomorrow, fundamentally changed by the accident of taking a wrong turn.

"Will you play for me?" Elena asked. "One last time?"

Katka rose naked from the bed, retrieving her cello with unselfconscious grace. As she began to play—something improvised and beautiful and entirely in the moment—Elena understood that this was what serendipity really meant. Not just the happy accident of discovery, but the courage to recognize gift when it appeared in unexpected form.

The music filled the apartment like liquid emotion, and Elena let herself cry again—for what she was leaving, for what she was taking with her, for the beautiful accident of finding herself in the wrong place at exactly the right time.

When Elena returned home, she found herself approaching life differently. She took new routes to work, accepted invitations she would have previously declined, left space in her schedule for the unexpected. She began designing buildings with more curves, more organic integration with their environments, structures that invited improvisation rather than demanding rigid adherence to plan.

Most importantly, she began exploring her sexuality with the same adventurous spirit Katka had awakened in her. She bought toys she'd never considered, explored her body with new appreciation for its capacity for pleasure, even began dating again—this time with an understanding of what she actually wanted rather than what she thought she should want.

Six months later, she received a package with no return address—a recording of Katka playing, with a note that simply read: "For Elena, who learned to get lost. Play this when you need to remember that the best destinations are the ones you never planned to reach."

Elena played the recording that night, and every night since. As the music filled her apartment, she would touch herself the way Katka had taught her, bringing herself to orgasms that carried the memory of Prague afternoons and the taste of unexpected pleasure.

She had learned that serendipity wasn't just about chance encounters—it was about remaining open to the possibility that the universe might know something about what you need that you don't know yourself.

Getting lost had been the beginning of finding herself. Taking the wrong turn had led her exactly where she belonged. And somewhere in Prague, a woman was playing cello and smiling, knowing that sometimes the most beautiful music comes from the notes you never intended to play.

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keploy · 1 month ago

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What is React and React Native? Understanding the Difference

If you're starting out in frontend or mobile development, you've likely heard of both React and React Native. But what exactly are they, and how do they differ?

In this guide, we’ll break down what is React and React Native, their use cases, key differences, and when you should use one over the other.

What is React?

React (also known as React.js or ReactJS) is an open-source JavaScript library developed by Facebook, used to build user interfaces—primarily for single-page applications (SPAs). It's component-based, efficient, and declarative, making it ideal for building dynamic web applications.

Key Features of React:

Component-based architecture: Reusable pieces of UI logic.

Virtual DOM: Improves performance by reducing direct manipulation of the real DOM.

Unidirectional data flow: Predictable state management.

Rich ecosystem: Integrates well with Redux, React Router, and Next.js.

Common Use Cases:

Building dynamic web apps and dashboards

Single-page applications (SPAs)

E-commerce platforms

Admin panels and content management systems

What is React Native?

React Native is also developed by Facebook but is used for building native mobile apps using React principles. It enables developers to write apps using JavaScript and React, but renders UI components using native APIs—meaning it works just like a real native app.

Key Features of React Native:

Cross-platform compatibility: Build apps for both iOS and Android with a single codebase.

Native performance: Uses real mobile components.

Hot reloading: Faster development cycles.

Community support: Large ecosystem of plugins and libraries.

Common Use Cases:

Mobile apps for startups and MVPs

Apps with simple navigation and native look-and-feel

Projects that need rapid deployment across platforms

React vs React Native: Key Differences

Feature

React (React.js)

React Native

Platform

Web browsers

iOS and Android mobile devices

Rendering

HTML via the DOM

Native UI components

Styling

CSS and preprocessors

Uses StyleSheet API (like CSS in JS)

Navigation

React Router

React Navigation or native modules

Ecosystem

Rich support for web tools

Tailored to mobile development

Performance

Optimized for web

Optimized for native mobile experience

When to Use React

Choose React when:

You're building a web application or website

You need SEO optimization (e.g., with Next.js)

Your app depends heavily on web-based libraries or analytics tools

You want precise control over responsive design using HTML and CSS

When to Use React Native

Choose React Native when:

You need a mobile app for both iOS and Android

Your team is familiar with JavaScript and React

You want to reuse logic between mobile and web apps

You’re building an MVP to quickly test product-market fit

Can You Use Both Together?

Yes! You can share business logic, APIs, and sometimes even components (with frameworks like React Native Web) between your React and React Native projects. This is common in companies aiming for a unified development experience across platforms.

Real-World Examples

React is used in web apps like Facebook, Instagram (web), Airbnb, and Netflix.

React Native powers mobile apps like Facebook, Instagram (mobile), Shopify, Discord, and Bloomberg.

Final Thoughts

Understanding what is React and React Native is essential for any frontend or full-stack developer. React is perfect for building fast, scalable web applications, while React Native enables you to build cross-platform mobile apps with a native experience. If you’re deciding between the two, consider your target platform, performance needs, and development resources. In many modern development teams, using both React and React Native allows for a consistent developer experience and code reuse across web and mobile platforms.

#keploy #software testing #testing #unit testing #software development #ai tools #e2e

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marketinginghts · 1 month ago

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WHAT DO REAL ESTATE PHOTOGRAPHY COMPANY DO?

Honestly, in the wild world of real estate right now, killer photos are basically your ticket in the door. Think about it: you’re scrolling through listings, but what actually makes you stop? Yeah, it’s those jaw-dropping shots, not a wall of text. Whether you’re hawking a swanky flat, trying to fill up office space, or tempting folks to that new beach resort, the photos are what grab attention first. It is the difference between someone clicking “next” and someone actually picking up the phone. That’s where a professional real estate photographer in India steps in.

Real Estate Photographers are not just button-pushers, they are storytellers with a camera, making even a tiny studio look like a palace. The best real estate photography services in India know how to highlight the light, hide the ugly corners, and basically sell the dream.

Key Responsibilities include:

Pre-Shoot Planning and Styling:

Swing by the place or just hop on a video call to actually get a feel for the space and what it is supposed to be.

Give folks the real talk on how to make the place more appealing.

Team up with the designer or developer, so everything is looking sharp before you even pull out the camera.

Professional On-Site Photography:

Grabbing your trusty full-frame DSLR, or whatever lighting gadgets you can haul along.

Taking pictures of everything from epic wide shots to tiny, nerdy details, and trying to make the whole space feel like it actually connects.

Shooting inside, outside, wherever the light plays nice.

Aerial photography and Drone shots:

Taking pictures of those jaw-dropping aerial views.

Seriously, if you have got a township, a fancy resort, a farmhouse, or even a commercial spot, drone shots are basically a must these days.

Post-Production and Editing:

Pro-level photo touch-ups, fixing lighting, and zapping out random junk in the background.

Colors match up everywhere, lines actually stay straight for once, and the pics are sized just right.

Quick turnaround.

Image Delivery and Optimization:

Putting out the final version so it actually fits wherever the client needs.

What Swork Studio Offers: Professional Real Estate Photography Packages in India

There are a ton of real estate photography companies in India, but Swork Studio actually understands what needs to be delivered. They don’t just take pretty pictures and call it a day, they crank out visuals that actually convert. If you’re looking for a real estate photography agency that gets results, this is it.

They have carved out a reputation for killer creativity and quality that makes your listings pop. And their real estate photography packages are way more than your average “point-and-shoot” deal—these are tailor-made for people who want to see some action, not just a bunch of nice photos gathering digital dust.

This is why Swork Studio is the preferred choice:

Pan-India Coverage: Swork Studio is all over the map, but they’re not neglecting the small cities either. Their team is armed and ready to shoot anything from cozy apartments and swanky villas to builder floors, farmhouses, slick office spaces, and even bougie resorts and hotels people love to brag about on Instagram. It doesn’t matter if it is a big project, tiny apartment, or some massive luxury thing. This is what makes them a go-to real estate photography agency in India.

Tailored Real Estate Photography Services: The advantage of working with a professional real estate photographer in India is that no two clients are the same and Swork Studio totally understands that. They have got these packages you can tweak depending on what you actually need. Honestly, if you’re in the game—builders, developers, interior designers, real estate folks, all those agencies hustling listings, the co-living crowd, student housing peeps, hotels trying to look snazzy, resorts, even your Airbnb hustle—they have probably cooked up a package that fits. That’s the edge of working with a professional real estate photographer in India who knows how to adapt.

Real Estate Reels and Video walkthroughs: Just tossing up a few still photos doesn’t cut it anymore and Swork Studio understands that need. They crank out slick video walkthroughs and those bite-sized social media reels everyone is glued to. These videos are not just thrown together either, they slap on catchy tunes, flashy graphics, and buttery-smooth cuts. If you’re exploring top-tier real estate photographers in India, few match this level of versatility.

Marketing-Ready Content: Swork Studio doesn’t just hand over images, they send you files already tweaked for wherever you’re going to post them online. You get a plug-and-play visual kit, no fussing with weird file sizes or scrambling to make stuff fit. This is why they’re trusted as one of the best real estate photographers in India.

Quick Turnaround: If you want things done fast and done, then Swork Studio is your go-to. Booking a shoot is basically painless and once you are in, they keep you posted every step of the way. No radio silence, no “Where are my photos?” panic. There’s this project manager glued to your shoot, making sure nothing slips through the cracks.

CONCLUSION:

Real estate photography companies create visual tools that sell. They help you highlight what is unique, beautiful, and valuable about your property. In today’s digital-first real estate ecosystem, great visuals are not just helpful, they are essential. Choosing the right real estate photography agency matters a lot.

If you are searching for a photography company that understands space, style, and sales, Swork Studio is the perfect partner. Their expert team, pan-India reach, and marketing-ready deliverables make them the go-to choice for builders, brokers, and real estate brands across the country.

Whether it's a luxury home or a high-rise office, Swork Studio makes your property look like it is already sold.

#real estate photographer in India #real estate photographer

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mash426 · 2 months ago

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Tomorrow is my last day here in town. My bf and I went around to a lot of my favorite spots. Knowing that I’m going to be gone really reframed what I felt about my hometown. I felt sad knowing that I won’t even see the same mundane billboards everyday. I also threw out a lot of the food I knew I wouldn’t eat in the next day or so. Really odd how little of myself was reflected in my kitchen. I couldn’t even buy a new jar of peanut butter. No peanut butter for almost a week, man. It’s torture, basically. In other news, Airbnb finally confirmed all my reservations. I had to change courses and spend the night in another city. I packed some clothes today, mostly warm clothes and backup undies and random shit I might need like a shirt with a collar. Also picked out the books I’m going to take with me. I hope I read at least half of them. I try to also listen to audiobooks, and I think I’ll be able to get through at least two during my drive. I feel optimistic today. Tomorrow I’ll say a lot of goodbyes, though. Said goodbye to my mom today. The main drive of my optimism is imagining all the gay stuff I’ll get to do in the big city during pride month. The second largest factor in my optimism is that I don’t have to do any more laundry. Anyway here’s a pic of my books. Think I have a good mix of stuff. Some stuff I know will be good and some stuff that I’ve been meaning to get off my list.

#books #books and reading #gay #gay pride #travel #feelings #reading #literature

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elumarin · 2 months ago

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This is going to be a very long essay post about my trip to Alton Towers on the 27th and 28th of May, you have been warned. <3

(Roller coasters are my autistic passion™)

(This post contains my reviews of the rides at Alton Towers, getting stuck on Oblivion, and the story of the most amazing Smile Assistant ever.)

So!

Me and my girlfriend flew to England on the 26th of May, and stayed there until the last day of May which coincidentally is The Smiler's birthday! Sadly I didn't get to celebrate his birthday at Towers, but I still wish him a very happy (late) 12th birthday. I love him.

We stayed at a lovely Airbnb complete with a resident cat and dog (Chris and Angus my beloveds) which was around 40mins from Alton Towers by car. We got there via an Uber, and it was actually surprisingly affordable.

Anyway, on the 27th, we arrived at Alton Towers at around 9:00 before the gates opened. I had planned an actual route for me and my girlfriend to experience all rides in the most optimal order, but since it was a rainy day, we had to improvise A LOT.

First we ran (I ran, my poor gf tried her best to keep up while I dragged her along with me) to The Wickerman, which is my gf's favourite ride at the park. We waited for an hour for the ride to open, and although the opening got delayed a little, it was such a strong start to the day.

My review of The Wickerman:

About the ride: A wooden coaster manufactured by Great Coasters International (GCI) and opened on March 20th, 2018. With a drop of 22m and speed of 70km/h, it's the most intense woodie I've been on. (I've only been on two, though...)

Theming: AMAZING. The opening movie before the station is cinematic, and the concept of getting sacrificed to the Wickerman is such a blast. I love rides that have more sinister and cult-like themes, and The Wickerman delivers in that regard. The giant Wickerman structure is the most striking part of the theming, and I love him so much. Would definitely get sacrificed again.

Ride experience: Way more intense than I anticipated. The first few drops feel so good in the pit of your stomach, and the ride lasts way longer than you'd think. I was really happy that I could see some labels on the planks above in the tunnel before the station, I love the technical side of coasters so much. Anyway, cool ride, super smooth, comfy, and a lot of airtime during drops!

Overall rating: 9/10, between A and S if I'd put it on a tierlist. Such a fun ride!

Gf's stance: Her favourite ride in the park, and the last ride she did before we had to leave at the end of the second day. She calls it "puuvuoristorata (wooden coaster back in Linnanmäki, Finland) but amped up to the max" which is pretty fitting! She took the photo below and sent it to her friends with the caption, "is this a roller coaster or a cult?" lmaooo

After riding The Wickerman, it started to rain. I really, really wanted my first ride on The Smiler to be in good weather, so we deviated from my plan and headed straight for the X-Sector so I could ride The Smiler before it started to pour.

And boy.

The Smiler.

While roller coasters are one of my special interests, The Smiler is truly something special; it's (without a doubt) the most INTENSE hyperfixation I've ever had in my life, and it has lasted for almost an entire year at this point. I was literally on the verge of tears every single time I even saw a glimpse of its track, I'm not even kidding. It's just a roller coaster, I know, but... I love him so much. I have no idea why or how, but that roller coaster means the absolute world to me.

The queue times for that day were relatively short due to bad weather, and as a single rider, I got on pretty quickly. If I remember correctly, my first ride was in row 3, most left-hand side. It was pretty rough, I admit, and I didn't know when to brace myself during the ride yet. But nonetheless, I wouldn't change anything about that experience. It was so otherworldly, and it still doesn't feel real.

Did I actually ride The Smiler? Did I actually take pictures and videos in front of it?

Yes. Yes, I did.

My girlfriend waited in the shop and when I got off the ride, I was glowing. My gf's face was hilarious because once she saw all the merch in the store, she knew I'd be in grave danger. And yes, she was correct. I did spend 180€ on The Smiler merch on the second day... To name a few, I got a wallet, blanket, duvet set, shirt, and a teddy whom I guard with my life.

Before the actual review, I want to tell the story of the most based Smile Assistant.

The first day I rode The Smiler three times, and one of the Assistants recognized me every time I got on (I had a Smiler hoodie, bag, and a yellow skirt so a full-on Smiler outfit on) and I was so baffled every time. The second or third time I went on, he was working at the cloakroom and said, "Hello again" as he took my bag and I was just. So surprised that he recognized me.

On the second day, I went on The Smiler five more times, so eight times in total. The same Smile Assistant was working at either the cloakroom or entrance, and he recognized me again. Every. Single. Time. Without exception.

My girlfriend took pictures of me in front of my beloved (The Smiler) near the entrance. The Smile Assistant who kept recognizing me was working at the entrance at the time, and when he saw us taking pictures, he photobombed my picture and I got to take some with him! I could tell he was passionate about The Smiler and the park's visitors, and he also took pictures of me and my gf together in front of The Smiler.

After that my gf left (she doesn't like rides that go upside-down) and I went on The Smiler. The same Smile Assistant at the entrance stopped me and looked at me dead in the eyes, "Again???" which got a laugh out of me. I just nodded happily and told him that the ride was my favourite, and he was so shocked when I said that I had been on The Smiler six or seven times at that point.

He also asked what language my gf and I were speaking earlier. When I told him we're from Finland and it was our first time at Alton Towers, he was able to name Helsinki (the capital of Finland)! We love an educated king. It was a shame I couldn't talk with him for longer as a queue was forming behind me, and I did want to get on The Smiler as many times as possible.

Then, after an hour or two of riding other rides we couldn't ride the day before, I wanted to go back, ride The Smiler more, and finally buy some merch.

When I took my Alton bag FULL of Smiler merch to The Smiler's cloakroom again, of course the Smile Assistant from earlier was working there, and just shook his head when he saw me. I told him that I bought a lot of merch (the bag was filled to the brim) and he glanced inside, looked at me, deadpan, and started laughing as he put the bag on one of the racks. He looked genuinely impressed and I'll remember his face forever. Lmao.

He kept recognizing me over and over again, and when I went on for the last time just before 18:00, the ride broke down. I was full-on panicking and worried that I wasn't getting to ride one last time, but luckily the ride reopened eventually ten minutes before six o'clock! The same Assistant took my bag, looked at me with a lopsided grin, and that was probably the moment he decided I was THE Smiler fangirl.

My last ride on The Smiler dispatched at 17:58, and I could feel just how lucky I was. I even got front row for my final ride!

After my final ride, I lingered near the entrance just watching the last trains on The Smiler and burned every single detail of him into my mind. It didn't take long for the Assistant to come out to collect trash near the entrance, and he soon gestured me to come over to him when he saw me there.

He gave me one of The Smiler's cloakroom bracelets.

Number 7 for Secret Weapon 7, which was The Smiler's codename before the name was officially revealed to the public. I was so ready to burst into tears right then and there, but there was more! He mentioned that he had seen me and my girlfriend on The Wickerman earlier that day, and he gave me The Wickerman's cloakroom bracelet with the number 8 on it (for Secret Weapon 8) to give to my gf.

I still tear up when I think about that moment and that Smile Assistant. He recognized that I was a tourist, it was my first time in England, and a HUGE Smiler nerd, and went on his way to give me something OF THE SMILER. Technically not of it, but still, a cloakroom is part of the ride.

I was so in awe and he looked so happy to see my reaction – I probably looked like I had just been handed the entire world. And truly, I was handed the world. The Smiler means SO MUCH to me you have no idea, I felt so, SO validated.

I named my Smiler teddy bear after that Assistant. Luckily I was able to see his name tag on one of the pictures, and now my teddy is named after one of my favourite people in the world. I know he was just doing his job, but as an autistic girl with an INTENSE hyperfixation on The Smiler, I have never felt so seen in my entire life. Thank you, Smile Assistant. 💛

And now for the actual review!

My review of The Smiler:

About the ride: The first Gerstlauer Infinity Coaster, and the only Infinity Coaster to feature OTSR. Opened on May 31st, 2013, The Smiler broke the world record for the first coaster to feature a whopping 14 inversions. It still holds the record to this day. 85km/h, height of 30m, track length of 1170m, everything about him is perfect. I miss him so bad.

Theming: RAAHHHDJKSNDKS my favourite part of The Smiler. The fact he's a science experiment meant to brainwash subjects into Smiling Advocates is just *chef's kiss* ahhh. The colour scheme, THE MUSIC, The Marmaliser, the manic toothy grin of the logo's little guy... He's so perfect.

Ride experience: Just like I expected, The Smiler is now my favourite roller coaster EVER. It's perfect. A little rough to the point of a headache, but the overall experience is SO GOOD. My favourite part of any coaster is inversions, and The Smiler having FOURTEEN makes it a triple S in my tierlist.

When I rode it enough times and learned when to brace myself and how to position myself, it was so perfect. So, so perfect. The vertical lift hill is the comfiest lift hill ever. I did get a lot of bruises from the ride, but I wear them like badges of honour. <3

Overall rating: 100/10 and beyond. First few rides were a little uncomfortable, but after that, pure perfection. He has a tier of his own on my tierlist.

Gf's stance: Would NEVER come on The Smiler. Admires and enjoys the ride from the sidelines, and supports me and my passion for him. She even bought a Smiler shirt so we can match!

TL;DR: The Smiler has been my biggest hyperfixation EVER, and now that I've actually ridden it, my life feels complete. No kidding.

The picture I took below makes it look like he has some mad eyebrows. I love him.

And now for the rest of the rides! None of the others blew my mind or anything, so they'll be shorter than The Wickerman or The Smiler's.

My review of Oblivion:

About the ride: B&M dive coaster, the first in the world, opened on March 14th, 1998. Height 19.8m, drop 55m, angle 87.5°, speed of 109km/h.

Everything else: B&M babyy! Such a fun coaster. The drop is the ride, and it's so fun. The brakes at the end give so much air time it's unbelievable. We also got stuck on it the first time we were on! After the ride, we couldn't get off at the station because the automatic system wasn't working correctly. The operators had to manually open the restraints to let us out, and it was actually pretty fun!

We were stuck there for about 15 minutes, and I remember infodumbing to my gf about the ways they could open the restraints and what was wrong with the automatic system. And when I saw the wench they use to manually open the restraints, I'm pretty sure I screamed because I was so excited. All the ride operators had evacuation gear on; getting evacuated would've been so much fun, too. There also were engineers there at the station, and I really was in my element watching them work. I'm a nerd. 7/10.

My review of Thirteen:

About the ride: A dark ride manufactured by Intamin, it features a vertical track drop of 5 metres. Height of 20m, speed of 67km/h, and pretty rare booster wheel lift hills. Opened on March 20th, 2010.

Everything else: Seeing a booster wheel lift hill was pretty exciting! The first few drops were amazing, and the track drop felt new and fresh, but overall, it was pretty meh. The forest around the queue pen and theming was pretty cool, but I don't have much to say about this ride. 6/10.

My review of Rita:

About the ride: Another Intamin and a hydraulic launch! Height 21m, speed 98km/h. Opened on April 1st, 2005, and was originally known as Rita: Queen of Speed.

Everything else: HYDRAULIC LAUNCH. I LOVE THEM. The punch!! The forces!! The feeling!!! Ahhh. The rest of the ride is pretty boring, but the hydraulic launch alone puts Rita in A tier. 8/10.

My review of Nemesis Reborn:

About the ride: B&M inverted opened back in 1994 and retracked on March 16th, 2024, it's 31 years old! It's designed to fit partially into the ground to keep it below the treeline, and the surroundings make the famous B&M roar so loud!

Everything else: The first B&M I've ever ridden! I rode this after The Smiler, and I kinda wish I hadn't, because Nemesis was so boring compared to my man. I still had a fun time, I love inverted coasters, and the roar was music to my ears. Solid A nonetheless! And, Nemesis is adorable. I want a plushie of her. 8.5/10.

My review of Galactica:

About the ride: Another B&M! A flying coaster opened on March 16th, 2002. Height 20m, speed 75km/h.

Everything else: My first flying coaster!! ...I didn't like it too much. The sensation was new and pretty thrilling, but overall, it was really underwhelming and I didn't like looking at other people's shoes. The forces weren't there, and I was generally kind of bored. Still, it was a flying B&M, and I'm glad I rode it! 5/10.

My review of Toxicator:

About the ride: HUSS suspended top spin, a flat ride opened on March 15th, 2025.

Everything else: Meh. Just meh. The fast spins were fun, but I was just so bored. The theming was amazing though, and I wish there was more about the procedure. I saw a few posters about the symptoms and results, and it was such an interesting read. Still, a pretty boring ride. 4.8/10.

My review of Spinball Whizzer:

About the ride: Spinning coaster by Maurer Rides, opened on March 27th, 2004. Height 17m, speed 60km/h.

Everything else: I do not like spinning coasters or wild mice. It was pretty uncomfortable, and the restraints hurt my pelvis a little. A few drops felt amazing but the spinning is just not my thing. I don't get dizzy or sick, I just don't like it. It was pretty funny when I spotted the old Eggman sticker on one of the pillars and screamed "It's Eggman!!" to my gf who I also got into Sonic a few months before our trip. 4.3/10.

That was all the rides I experienced during my two days at Alton Towers!

I would've wanted to ride The Curse at Alton Manor and Runaway Mine Train, but we didn't have time and my priority was getting everything out of The Smiler.

The first day's rain nearly overwhelmed me because of my sensory issues, but I still enjoyed the day! The Smiler has my whole heart, and going up the vertical lift hill in heavy rain was an experience. It felt like I was getting lovingly smacked in the face lol.

Alton Towers is such a huge place that we got lost a few times, and I feel bad for my girlfriend's legs. And, to be honest, I feel bad for my girlfriend in general because she had to watch me be absolutely feral for The Smiler and bawl like a baby when we had to leave after the second day.

I have cried every single day at least once since we left. I miss The Smiler so much. I may have a problem... And I may be a little dramatic, but roller coasters and The Smiler are my autistic passions, after all.

Anyway!

I wanna go back. Take me back to Alton Towers. I want to see my man again. And chat more with the Smile Assistant. Those two days were the BEST days of my entire life, no doubt. I'm so thankful for my girlfriend for taking me there. <3

(The Smiler my most beloved rahhhhhh)

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