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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Headcanons for Laszlo plz,

Doctor!Reader was going a Institute to see Laszlo, prepare tea. Talks about how Laszlo adore these children’s in Institute. But then you felt your heartbeat that Laszlo was the sweetest and he was trying to kiss you on his office. We chuckles and hopefully get to know each other more

A Study on Feelings [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Doctor!Reader]

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: mention of murder and abused children

Author’s note: I hope I made a good job for your request 💕 thank you for allowing me to write it.

The case they refer to is made up and not related to the series.

You stepped out of the carriage thanking the driver, he bowed his head to you touching the tip of his hat respectfully.

The day was slowly dying, the sun was disappearing among the grey clouds of New York sky, the city trembling of life was going toward a well earned rest, but the joyful sounds coming from beyond the gates of the Kreizler’s institute were the real blessing of the day.

“Doctor Y/L/N” the familiar voice of Doctor Kreizler welcomed you as he walked outside the heavy gates “I am glad you made it to visit us” he said referring to himself and the whole Institute altogether.

You couldn’t help but smile back admitting how it was unmissable for you to do such a visit.

Words aside he caught your attention as he was without his jacket, a more easy look that, in such a time where people took hours to dress and undress, it was a proper sight.

As you got inside the sound became more clear, the children rushing one after the other while getting in their beds, the smiling faces, the happy chats.

It felt such a blessing to be able to witness such a pure joy.

“Please, pardon my attire, the kids and I were playing, right?” He asked to a child that nodded he looked down shyly, not able to cross eyes with you but clearly trusting the doctor. Laszlo noticed that reaction, but he opened his left arm in front of you to invite you to go further.

Tenderness and attention gravitated around this place, it was a calming space, but also rooted into the process of healing the kids were going through.

Something hard to explain, something that could only be felt in a place like the Kreizler Institute.

You followed Laszlo inside as he gallantly showed you the way around, room after room, hall after hall to his office.

“This place is magnificent” you murmured to him

“It is, indeed, but not just architectonically, the kids make it special” he assured as he thanked the lady at service for bringing hot water to him.

“You like brewing your own tea?” You asked him once alone.

“What does that say about me?” He joked and you shrugged lightly observing him in such a mundane situation, in his little ritual.

“That you’re very fond of control, you probably spend a lot of sleepless nights here, and you take pride of your tea selection”

He chuckled at your words replying quickly

“Sounds like somebody that I know, do you have a favourite tea?”

“I will try your favourite, if you allow me” you said pacing around the study during the whole conversation, your eyes going quietly from the chalkboard to the books open on the big table, the intense scente of wood covering the room joined with the gentle notes of the vanilla coming from the books.

The place felt relaxing and professional, serious but cozy.

“I admire your work, Doctor Kreizler” you confessed honestly as he let the tea brewing “now, I believe you called me for a very specific matter” you added as he pulled out those papers and books you were meant to see together.

You stared at him as he explained the case, word after word, his hand moving along every detail, apologising for every gruesome one, showing proofs, the ideas he had, the intuitions and troubles.

“May you go back to that last victim?” You asked as you proceeded to collect the tea and to pour it yourself as he was now more challenged to go through the topics, you saw something he didn’t and that intrigued him. He wasn’t completely blind to your presence there and, probably, he also tried this hard to impress you. He felt a bit silly, showing off like a peacock all his feathers about solving murder cases.

You smiled as the time flew by, your teas followed one after the other marking the edges of the pages and turning cold as you spoke and shared ideas. At some point you took off your jacket to be more comfortable while writing on the board adding those possible explanations to the motifs of the new killer he was investigating on.

“Doctor! Doctor!” A tiny voice called and you both turned around as a little girl rushed in, blonde hair blowing in the air already wearing her night dress as she handed the big black jacket of the doctor back to him “You forgot it”.

“Oh, thank you so much Margaret, you have been most precious, now go to bed or Mrs Morenko will get worried” he smiled at her lovingly and she nodded valiantly before rushing away.

You kept quiet as you observed her and smiled how she skipped around happily.

“She is the girl you told me about?” You asked him and he nodded closing the door after her and moving back to the table, standing beside it as he gently tapped on the wood with his fingers.

“You can’t prevent polarisation, it is harder with kids” you assured him moving by his side to interject his stare still settled on the wood under him.

“I should have seen it coming, she is getting into a place I never meant her to be. I wanted her to be freed by the need to please her family and now she substituted it with the need to please me”

“You substituted her parents in her mind, an evil man and an evil woman, you’re the sweetest of the mothers and the most protective of the fathers. You can’t blame yourself on this.”

He listened to you and you could almost see the little gears in his brain elaborate your words, his right hand abandoned on his side, hair slightly falling on his temple as he pressed his lips tightly together.

“I did her wrong being so soft on her”

He concluded closing his eyes for a moment before looking up at you realising how close you actually are.

“Do you expect me to punish you now?”

You asked back at him and that surely took him by surprise as he tried to babble what he meant and he wasn’t self pitying himself and how you probably didn’t want to listen to his children’s problems too, you were already helping too much.

“Doctor Kreizler” you interrupted that river of words “as professionals we need to understand how to treat our patients in the best way to bring them further in life and not backward. You know just as I do how if you utilised a strong and threatening attitude you would have just taught her that the way to deal with life is to submit to the more aggressive ones, which is way worse than a young ten year old having a crush on the man that taught her she can be strong, isn’t it?”

He looked at you and smiled moving his head on side with a small tilt letting your words sink in and probably glad you defined him in such a way.

“I just love these kids” he breathed out as his eyes drifted somewhere in the space “they are picked up so soon in life and set for failures and successes they never meant to have, somebody else reading through them seeing fault in desire and poverty in tenderness”

You felt you chest tighten as he spoke, his eyes now shining, his voice narrating slowly those lives and achievements. His passion and hard work showing as he guided some papers closer to play out that moment the embarrassment of having opened up to you like that.

“The truth is, Doctor Y/L/N, that we can do so little, and the best thing we can do is to teach them not to accept little from life”

You smiled at him softly “You’re right”.

He smiled back as his dark gaze dropped down on your lips and he leaned in carefully, his eyes up at you again searching for consent, you imperceptibly wet your lips as you realised he was closing the space between the two of you.

Then a familiar voice coming from outside the window calling his name.

He paused midway and you could see a soft pink take over on his cheeks and behind his ears, he murmured something moving away from you as he opened up the window letting in the cold breeze.

“Laszlo! There’s another victim! Come down! Now! She is still alive you have to speak to her!” John shouted from his carriage “Move your ass!” He added shouting again as Dr Kreizler clearly was upset by the interruption and rolled his eyes to that vulgar talk.

You chuckled slowly picking his jacket and moving behind him. He noticed you and gulped down letting you help him with it.

“I apologise, I have to go, but Dr Y/L/N, I pledge for your forgiveness”

You nodded slowly as you were thinking about it as you picked up your own jacket.

“That could be earned by giving me the permission to call you Laszlo myself”

He smiled with a light nod just admiring the way you didn’t let any embarrassment run through the two of you.

“I couldn’t in any way refuse a requests coming from you, Y/N”

You nodded to him placing your hat back on your head with a smirk

“Good, now don’t stand there, we have to go” you said as he froze halfway through the door.

“Pardon?”

“You don’t expect to introduce me to this case and make me forget about it, or about you” you said and he let out a breathy chuckle holding the door for you open before following you outside.

This was the beginning of something new.

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peaceisadirtyword · 4 years

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Neon Lights I (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello!💕 I hope you’re all okay and safe. I’m sorry I didn’t post anything these days, I'm just a bit nervous and maybe worried about the situation and it’s hard to concentrate on writing... Besides, I'm now working from home and it’s even more exhausting than going out to go to the office😅 But it’s okay, we’ll be fine💜 meanwhile, I hope you enjoy this. It’s maybe a bit boring, it’s like an introduction chapter, but I hope it entertains you a bit😘 Thank you for reading and take care!

Btw, before reading this, I recommend you read the author’s note on the prologue (if you haven’t yet), the link is below!💞

Warnings: mentions of sex, sexism, alcohol and nakedness.

Words: 3002

Prologue

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Ivar was uncomfortable.

Maybe he shouldn't have drank that much that night and he would have ended up there. If he had kept his mouth shut and stopped bragging about his status...

At first, he thought that the men that bargained into his hotel room were Björn's men. He was nearly ready to die, what was left for him anyway? He was all alone, his brothers and his own wife betrayed him. But then he realized Björn hadn't sent anyone to look for him so far from home, he probably thought he was dead already.

Always underestimating him.

They killed the few men Ivar had left, but spared his life. Apparently someone had heard about him and wanted to meet him. Ivar expected to find someone trying to impress him, maybe a young boy anxious to prove how powerful he was.

He didn't expect to find Oleg. An actually powerful man that knew who he was. Ivar thought he'd kill him when he found out he had no power now, that his brothers took everything from him and now he was only running away. But he didn't.

Instead he offered his help, to help him take his home back, to get revenge from his family.

Of course, Ivar said yes.

The club looked like a normal nightclub. It was clean, the security guards were professional and serious. If he hadn't seen the platform with the poles and the girls dancing, he would have thought it was a bar.

He didn't pay attention to the girls dancing. He had no interest on looking at girls dancing half naked on a pole, and he found it awkward and uncomfortable. He couldn't look at any woman since...

Oleg laughed and drank next to him. He didn't pay attention to the girls either, he was used to it. He chatted with some of the men sitting around him, and sometimes with Ivar.

Ivar felt a bit out of place. He was completely alone, forced to trust Oleg when he felt like he couldn't even trust his own family. He stayed quiet, watching everyone carefully while sipping on his beer.

Until he saw you.

He blinked a couple of times, mesmerized by your movements and your beauty. You were already watching him, your eyes widened and your lovely lips slightly parted. He wondered why you looked at him like that. It wasn't the look he had seen other girls giving to the clients, trying to seduce them so they would increase their tips, this look was innocent, you seemed to be stunned to see him there. Why would you look at him like that if he hadn't shown any interest on any of the girls?

He leaned into Oleg then, touching his arm softly to catch his attention.

"Who is she?"

Oleg's eyes fixed on you, and he smirked, shaking his head.

"She is Y/N" he muttered "She's one of my favorite girls, isn't she amazing?" he chuckled.

"Y/N?" Ivar muttered your name. It sounded different with Oleg's accent.

"Do you like her?" his host seemed amused.

Ivar frowned.

"No, I was just... Intrigued"

"Y/N is definitely intriguing" Oleg nodded "You can have some private time with her... No touching, though, but you wouldn't regret it, she is very requested by our most important clients"

Ivar shook his head. Even if your dancing was hypnotizing and he would love to see it in private, he didn't want to meet you in that way.

It scared him, because he hadn't felt that since Freydis.

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Oleg gave you the day off. It allowed you to relax at the small apartment you had upstairs the club. Read some books, have a relaxing shower and sleep, resting after four nights in a row. Until Olivia came to your room at eleven, with a beautiful red dress and a pair of black heels, interrupting your plans of drifting off to sleep while watching a very bad movie on TV.

"Oleg asked for you" she smiled softly at you as you pouted "He gave me this dress, and I added the heels. I know you hate those black heels you have, these are more comfortable" she put everything on your bed, and you stared at it.

"I thought I had the night free" you sighed "He told me"

"Yes" Olivia sighed. She was Russian, like Oleg, with blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin, and she was his most trusted girl. She was the one who taught you to survive in that place, helping you to learn how to dance, how to behave and how to be quiet to avoid getting in trouble. She had a soft spot for you, which made Oleg develop another soft spot for you. You were alive thanks to Olivia "But he only wants you downstairs, next to him. He probably wants to make business with someone, and he needs one of us to distract him... Men don't think straight when they have a beautiful woman in front of them" she chuckled.

"Unless they don't like women" you shrugged "Anyway, I'm going to do my makeup, can you please help me with my hair?"

She nodded and you got out of bed. The small apartment Oleg gave to you had only a room with your bed, a TV and a table and a small kitchen and the end of the room. The bathroom was even smaller; a shower, a toilet and a sink with a dirty mirror, and you and Olivia could barely stand in front of it as she combed your hair softly and you put on some concealer and foundation.

"He has a new guest" she said casually "A Danish man, I can't remember his name, but he's hot"

You nearly dropped the concealer.

"I... Have you seen him?"

"Yes, he was with Oleg last night, I sat down with him and his guests after you went to the private rooms with that man, he's handsome, Y/N, you should have seen his eyes, God" she bit her lip "He's injured, I think, he had to walk with a crutch... He didn't speak much, he seemed a bit bored" she shrugged.

You hummed, even if your hands trembled a bit. You couldn't stop thinking about that man you saw the night before, his eyes, his face... How he had looked at you.

He had to be Oleg's new guest.

The dress fit perfectly. It was expensive, probably from a famous brand you couldn't even think about. Oleg had that habit of buying his girls -and some of his boys- expensive clothes and makeup, making you feel like a princess so he could show you off, as if you were a painting ready to be sold off by a famous artist. He gave you a place to live and food to eat, you only had to let him show you off and seduce some of his clients.

"You look beautiful as always" Olivia smiled as she looked at you "Oleg will be happy, now go downstairs before he gets inpatient... I'll go too, later" she promised before kissing your cheek lovingly. You nodded and left the room behind her, closing the door.

The hallway was full of doors, that lead into apartments like yours. Oleg preferred to have all of his workers in there, safe and under his own roof. There was a guard next to the stairs, who smiled at you when you walked next to him. At the end of the stairs, there was a door, guarded by other two men. And then there was the club.

Some of the girls danced as a group of men howled with eyes full of lust. You pressed your lips in disgust, but ignored them as you approached the guard in front of the entrance to Oleg's VIP room. The one he used when he had important people over, that had a private bar and access to all the dancing rooms.

He lifted the rope. You thanked him with a polite smile, trying to hide how nervous you were. And Oleg came immediately, with a big smile on his lips.

"Y/N" he cupped your cheeks "You look absolutely beautiful" his eyes fixed on yours and you tried to smile back "I knew this was your color"

"Thank you, Oleg" you nodded respectfully.

"Come, I want you to meet someone" his hand grabbed your waist, and you walked next to him to the couches at the end of the room.

There was a huge group of people there, everyone was already drunk, smoking and laughing loudly. You knew some of them, and they eyed you up and down when you walked past them. It was disgusting, like a steak placed in front of a hungry dog. But Oleg was there, and they wouldn't dare to try and touch you.

Not in front of him, at least.

You were so distracted by everyone in the room that you didn't realize he was in there too. Oleg made you stop next to a beautiful velvet couch, and when he raised his head and looked at you, you froze.

He was even more beautiful than you remembered. His eyes were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, and you bit your lip nervously.

"Ivar" Oleg smirked "Let me introduce you to Y/N, one of my most precious girls" he chuckled "Y/N, my dear, this is Ivar, he comes from Denmark, I remember you told me you'd love to visit Scandinavia"

You cleared your throat, nodding with a polite smile. You had to treat him like you treated all of Oleg's guests.

"It's really nice to meet you, Ivar" you liked how his name sounded on your lips.

Ivar was looking at you with widened eyes and parted lips, and blinked a couple of times before nodding, smiling in a way that made your knees weak.

"It's nice to meet you too, Y/N" oh, but your name sounded even better on his lips "Forgive me for not standing to greet you properly" he patted his leg, and you saw the crutch leaned into the arm of the couch next to him.

Oleg pushed you softly to the couch, making you sit down next to Ivar.

"Do you want a drink, my dear?" he caressed your cheek with a smirk on his lips.

Your mouth was dry, but you didn't want to drink any alcohol, so you just shook your head. He nodded.

"I have to go now, I have business to attend" he smiled again, that smile that gave you chills "I hope Y/N can entertain you while I'm busy, Ivar"

You didn't reply, but Ivar shot him a smile with his lips closed as he walked away. The smirk never left his lips.

You were nervous. Fiddling with the hem of your dress, you looked everywhere but to Ivar. He seemed to be uncomfortable too, with his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on his lap.

"You can leave if you want to" he said softly, startling you. You frowned a bit and finally looked at him, tilting your head "I don't want you to feel like you're obliged to sit next to me and... How did he call it? Entertain me"

"It's fine" you smiled "I prefer to entertain you than to entertain his other guests" you raised an eyebrow.

He hummed, smiling back at you.

"And why is that?" He asked. His voice was addicting, your new favorite sound.

"They often want another form of entertainment" you giggled "One I'm afraid I don't offer"

"Oh" he raised an eyebrow "I see"

Oleg's guest usually looked disappointed when you made clear you wouldn't fuck them. He didn't even look surprised.

"What brought you to Kiev, Ivar?"

He sighed, taking a sip of his drink. He was drinking vodka, but he didn't even flinch.

"I was running away" he muttered "Oleg heard about me and thought I'd be useful"

"Oleg finds everyone useful" you smiled "In one way or another"

"I find him useful too" his blue eyes fixed on yours and you held his gaze "What brought you to Kiev?"

"Long story" you chuckled "Similar to yours"

He nodded, taking another sip.

"Oleg said you'd love to visit Scandinavia"

"Yes" you sighed "Is it as beautiful as everyone says?"

"I suppose so" he frowned a bit "I grew up there, for me it's just... Home"

It must be nice to have a home, you thought.

"I always wanted to see the fjords" you muttered "And the northern lights"

"I think Norway would be the best place for you" he hummed softly "In Denmark you can see some northern lights, maybe from the Faroe Islands, but our fjords aren't as impressive as the ones in Norway, I'm afraid"

"But Denmark has beautiful places too" you smiled softly "I don't know, I wish I could travel to all of them"

"Then why don't you?" He frowned a bit "Oleg seems to adore you, I'm sure he'd let you go for a couple of days"

You smiled at him, shaking your head.

"I'm afraid I'm stuck here, Ivar" you sighed "For a long time"

He couldn't possibly understand that, and you didn't expect him to. Men often thought you were there because you liked to dance half naked to get them horny. Some of them even believed that was your dream job. They thought they were doing you a favor, flattering you, when they said how beautiful you were, all the things they wanted to do to you.

When, honestly, you just wanted to be in your bed.

Ivar opened his mouth, but then closed it again, shaking his head and blushing. You giggled, he was cute.

"Are you nervous, Ivar?" you tilted your head with a smile on your lips. Your eyes looked right into his and Ivar smiled softly.

"Any man would be nervous around a woman like you"

"I don't think you are like any man"

"I never said I was"

You bit your lip and your smile widened.

"You definitely aren't"

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You still had that stupid smile on your lips when you entered your small bathroom to take your makeup off. You stared at yourself in the mirror, you didn't remember when was the last time you smiled like that.

Oleg had interrupted the two of you, just when Ivar was telling you about the colorful buildings in Copenhagen. He needed you, to show you off in front of his more powerful guests. The way he spoke to Ivar sounded like he thought he was being too generous with him for letting him talk to you.

You spent the rest of the night being Oleg's little pet, like always. He caressed your cheek and your waist as he laughed at the bad jokes his guests made, and smirked every time he caught them staring at your legs or your chest. Ivar sat down with all of you, but his eyes never left your face.

He was the only one that wished you good night, with a soft smile on his lips as you excused yourself. Olivia didn't come down, and you had knocked on her door before going to your bedroom, but she was already asleep. You just hoped Oleg wasn't bothered by her absence.

When you were already changed into your pajamas, after hanging the dress on the wardrobe and cleaning a bit the heels to gave them back the next day, someone knocked on your door.

Sighing you opened the door, knowing who you'd find at the other side.

"My beautiful Y/N" Oleg smiled softly at the sight of you "Did I wake you up?"

"No, sir, I was still awake" you muttered, curving your lips in a shy smile.

"Oh, nice" he entered your room, looking around briefly before sitting on your unmade bed "I needed to talk to you, but I couldn't do it earlier with so many people around"

You nodded, closing the door before sitting on the bed next to him.

"Yes?"

"What do you think about Ivar?" He seemed genuinely interested, which surprised you. Usually, he couldn't care less about what you thought of his guests, and that could only mean that Ivar was special.

"I like him" you tried your best to avoid blushing when talking about him "He's... Different"

"Yes he is" Oleg raised an eyebrow "He seemed captivated by you too, and that's a good thing, Y/N, because he's a very important man"

You frowned. You didn't like his tone.

"But what does that have to do with me?"

"Ivar is the heir of a really important business in Scandinavia, Y/N, I would say he's the most important man in Northern Europe, even if he has nothing now, he's everything"

"I still don't understand..."

"I want you to keep him happy, Y/N" he interrupted you, pushing your hair behind your ear "We need him to trust us, so be nice to him, be the good little girl I know you are and make Ivar the happiest man in the world... Of course, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, I'm sure he'd understand..." He chuckled, but it wasn't funny to you.

"Okay" you cleared your throat "I... I understand"

"I knew I could count on you" Oleg kissed your forehead "That's why you're one of my favorites, Y/N"

You forced a smile, nodding.

"By the way, my brother Askold will come in a couple of days" he sighed as he stood up "Igor will come with him"

This time, your smile was genuine. You loved Igor with all your heart, but couldn't see him as often as you'd like.

"I knew you'd be happy to hear that" he smirked "Now, go to sleep little one, you must rest for tomorrow"

"Okay" you nodded as he opened the door "Good night, Oleg"

"Good night beautiful" he winked at you "See you tomorrow"

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I hope I didn’t forget anyone💜 Thank you for reading!😘

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sweetwritertanya · 4 years

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Sweet Sunshine

Summary: You decide to go by Hoseok’s dance studio and surprise him with something for his sweet tooth. You weren’t expecting to see him dance with another girl and your jealousy kicks in.

Warnings: SMUT. I was thinking about making it a fluffy angst, but it didn’t feel right for this one. So, there is a bit of fluff at the beginning, but it turns into smut real quick. Beware: erotic body touching and fingering.

Word Count: 2247

You got out the elevator with a big smile on your face, one hand keeping your purse close to you and the other holding a small card box, with two sugary treats inside. On your way from work, you passed by your favorite coffee shop and decided to indulge on both yours and your partner’s sweet tooth.

Something you both shared was your random cravings for something sweet. Other than that, you two were almost complete opposites. Hoseok was very cheerful, very outgoing, active and outspoken. Although you were certainly a very friendly and sunny person, you preferred the quiet of your own home, being a bit more of an introvert, and did not get along with any kind of very straining physical activities.

Not that you didn’t enjoy, every once in a while, dancing with Hoseok. He made it so much fun, it was difficult to even see it as any form of exercise when you were enjoying yourself so much next to him. But your heavy body was definitely not made for large quick movements that involved a lot of lifting of your weight. Having always been bigger than the average girl, you knew your limits.

Your love for pastries didn’t help, but it was not like you were trying to lose weight anyway. You learned to love your body, chubby bits and all, despite what everyone else thought. Even if it was difficult, you did end up realizing nobody was perfect and people who judge other people based on their appearance were not the kind of people you wanted to listen to.

Stopping just a few feet short of your destination, you patted down your dress and arranged your hair a bit. You put a bit more effort when dressing up this morning, already planning on surprising Hoseok at the dance studio after work. You had a summer dress on, cream with yellow sunflowers on it, and a denim jacket on top, simple sneakers on your feet. Dresses were not really your preferred clothing, but Hoseok told you how much he loved seeing you in a dress before, so you were warming up to them.

Taking a deep breath and biting you bottom lip out of silly giddiness, you stepped forward and looked through the rectangular glass on the door, allowing you to see inside the dance studio to make sure Hoseok was inside. He was, but he was not alone.

There seemed to be a small dance crew inside, of about ten people, women and men. All of them were lounging around, apparently on a break, in their workout clothes showing off their good physique. But your eyes fell on the pair that was still dancing.

Hoseok was dancing with a girl, and you couldn’t keep your eyes away from his hands holding her small waist, the way his arms wrapped around her in one of the moves, the suggestive hip movements of her small bum against him. By the end of the choreography, she even dared brushing her nose against Hoseok’s, smiling coyly at him. Relief washed over you as you saw him respectfully step back, going to grab a towel to clean his sweat.

You almost decided to just go home, somehow feeling uncomfortable with the thought of going in when there were so many people inside. You just wanted to see Hoseok, spend a bit of time with him, without anyone else. However, when the girl persisted on chasing Hoseok, placing a hand on his arms as she smiled up at him and talked, you knew you had to do something. Bracing yourself, you turned the handle on the door and walked in.

“Hi, baby. Surprise!” you exclaim shyly as you walk in, waving the card box in front of you when Hoseok turned to see you.

“Sunshine!” He immediately smiled brightly at the sight of you, jumping happily your way, leaving behind the confused female dancer.

You had just placed your purse and the box on the table nearby when he pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in his warmth and strong scent of a mixture of sweat and fresh floral. You were immediately comforted by his actions, hugging him back even though you were blushing a bit since there were so many strangers in the room.

“Hey, Hoseok, we’re leaving now. Thanks for everything!” a man of the crew said, picking up his bag and the others following.

“Sure, no problem at all. Call me anytime” Hoseok responded, letting go of you to address him and wave everyone goodbye as he accompanied them to the door.

As soon as the door closed, he turned hot on his heels and ran back to you, grabbing your round face in his hands and leaning down for a breathtaking kiss, soft lips pressed against yours heavily, every movement sending shivers down your spine. When he came up again, he had a bashful smile and dark eyes staring lovingly at you.

“What a nice surprise, Y/N. And you look so cute today” he compliments, his eyes roaming over your body as he speaks.

“You really think so? Wasn’t… Wasn’t that dancer prettier than me?” you ask hesitantly, avoiding his eyes as you opened the box to reveal the sweet pastries you bought.

Hoseok grabs your hands and pulls you so you face him again, leaning down to look into your eyes as he kisses your knuckles. You’re flushed and he adores it.

“No one is more beautiful than my sweet Y/N. No one compares, no one even comes close” he assures, lips leaving your hands to start pecking every inch of your face, hands settling on your wide hips and soothing the skin there. “You… are… my… only… sunshine” he said between pecks.

You giggle and pull gently on his chest just so he can stop leaving little kisses on your face and look into your sparkling eyes.

“Okay, okay. Sorry I asked. But she was coming on to you and I didn’t like it. At all” you confessed, pouting a bit.

“Is my sunshine jealous?” he asks, a bit too pleased about it, his hands moving to intertwine behind your lower back, pulling you closer together.

“Can you blame me? She was the type of girl you used to like” you remind him, suddenly very focused on your fingers on top of his chest.

“Before I met you, you mean” he clarifies, banging his forehead against yours just hard enough to make you look angrily up at him. It was hard to stay angry when looking at such an angelic face, though. “Because when I met you, that changed. You are the only type of girl I like now.”

“Well, it was such a drastic change… Are you really okay with being with me, Hoseok?” Even though you’re a bit afraid to, you look into his eyes. And see the hurt behind them at your question, making you regret voicing your fears. But before you could apologize for what you said, he was pressing against you and kissing you heavily.

Pushing you against the table with force, his hands were stretched against your back, keeping you as close as possible, while his mouth moved avidly against yours, nibbling at your bottom lip until you parted for him, no hesitation as his tongue came out to taste you, play with you, deep moans spewing out from you at his lustful actions.

“Ho-Hoseok…” you whimper as you take a deep breath, feeling your lungs burning alongside the rest of your body as he kept igniting a fire deep in you.

Unable to keep his lips from you, he was now nibbling at the skin on your neck, grazing his teeth against you and licking with his tongue. He had you a whimpering mess, his hands moving up and down your back, coming down to squeeze your flesh around your hips.

“I have a confession” he whispered roughly against your skin, voice deeper than usual. “I told you I liked seeing you in dresses, and I do, but I had an ulterior motive.”

When his hands start descending from your hips, down to the hem of your skirt, and feeling up the skin under it, you tremble as you realize what he meant. His fingers are dipping at the flesh of your big thighs, running up and down your soft skin as he kept kissing you neck. When he suddenly squeezes your meaty rump, you gasp against his shoulder, like a jolt of electricity just ran through you.

“It’s much better access to my favorite parts” he whispers against your ear, before taking the lobe in between his teeth and licking it softly.

Moaning shamefully, you can’t control your needy instincts anymore and your hips brush against him, just searching for any kind of friction on the throbbing pooling in between your legs. Hoseok groans, fingers digging into your ass so strongly it was bound to leave marks.

Taking advantage of his position, his hands lift your heavy body just long enough for him to place you on top of the table and kissing you hungrily with your legs on each side of his lean hips, your arms coming up to hug his neck. He is tasting every spot of your mouth, sucking softly on your sensitive tongue, as his hands travel from your backside to your thighs, kneading the flesh a bit before one of them move closer to your center and his fingers brush the silky fabric covering you.

“Ah…! Hoseok, someone can come in!” You admonish him, although not strong enough to move away from him as you did so.

“I locked the door” he shares, going back to nibble your protesting lips.

“But, they can still see us” you say, referring to the rectangular glass on the door.

“Let them” was all he said, claiming back your mouth before you could disagree.

His fingers start moving up and down your covered opening and all your can do is hide your embarrassed expression against his shoulder, the pleasure overtaking any concern you might have. He rubs over the soaking fabric for a few moments more, mouth occupied with your neck and now disclosed shoulder, as your jacket had fallen off one of your shoulders down your arm.

When his agile fingers go under your panties, that is when your heavy breaths and low moans transform into loud whimpers and stuttering yelps, his digits quickly finding your aching clit and rubbing merciless against it, making you carve your nails into his shoulders as your head leans back at the sensation. You almost want to hit him when his movements slow down, but forgive him immediately when you feel his hands move ever so slightly down to your clenching entrance, begging for some relief as well.

“I wouldn’t do this for anyone else, sunshine” he says, kissing your blushing cheeks as he searched for your hooded eyes to look at him. “I only want to pleasure you, Y/N. No one else.”

“H-Hoseok, please��” you beg of him, his fingers just drawing lazy circles around your hole instead of filling you up like you wanted.

“Do you understand? How much I want you? How much I love you?” he demands to know.

“Y-Yes. I love you too. Baby, please, please” you found yourself saying, cheek against his shoulder looking up at him through lust-blown eyes, much like his were too.

“Anything for my sweet sunshine” he smirks.

Finally, his fingers dip inside of you and you moan at the incredible pleasure of having him in, your walls clenching around him as if to keep him in place. He takes no time in pumping his digits in and out at a fast steady pace, wiggling them inside every other thrust, hitting a special spot that has your vision go black every time. And then his thumb stretches to rub your clit as he keeps pumping you, the pleasure becoming too much and you feel as you’re about to go over the edge, the tension building up to an excruciating level. His hands move faster and he is kissing and licking down your neck and your vision goes dark as something spills inside you, strong waves of pure pleasure spreading to every part of your body.

Legs shaking, back arching, hands clawing at his shoulders and mouth agape, although no sound comes, he continues pumping his fingers to prolong your high for as long as possible. When your body goes almost numb against his, that’s when he stops his movements.

His clean hand comes up to lift your chin so you look up at him, your skin so flushed you were sure you looked like a cherry. He seemed to admire your expression of bliss for a moment before pressing his lips softly against yours.

“Now, I’m gonna take a very much needed cold shower to calm me down. But then I’m taking you home and showing you what your body does to me and how much I crave for it, every minute of every day. Be ready.”

With that, he steps back from you, licking his dirty fingers clean as he looked at you. You notice the very hard bulge on his sweatpants as he moves away.

“By the way, my sunshine is much sweeter than any other sweet I have ever tasted.” He winks at you and turns towards the showers, leaving you behind, the most embarrassed but flattered you had ever been.

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get a matchup?? I'm 5'4, INFP-T, and I'm a chubby girl with brown skin and glasses with thick lens! I'm a perfectionist that often gets stressed out easily and think critical of myself when I fail, sometimes to the point I might harm myself. I'm trying to better myself though.

Matchup

TW // self-harm is mentioned

Thank you for your request! You sound like an interesting and friendly person, and I'm sure your art is amazing ^_^ enjoy your matchup~

Diamond Is Unbreakable and Vento Aureo Matchup

WORD COUNT: 1.25k

My first matchup choice for you is...

Higashikata Josuke!

Josuke loves your height. As he's really tall, he enjoys resting his head on yours, hugging you from behind.

The Higashikata boy is a sucker for your physical appearance, he feels so lucky you chose him over all the guys in Morioh Cho. He loves hugging you when you aren't expecting it.

He says glasses make you look the cutest thing ever. If you feel uncomfortable with your glasses, he won't bring the topic up. Just know he finds you perfect anyway.

He's the kind of dumb fuck who steals your glasses.

You're a perfectionist? Maybe it's a side of Josuke you don't really see much, since he's pretty clumsy. But he is, too. Above all on his physical appearance. Above all on his pompadour. Above all on his eyebrows.

Also, Crazy Diamond is a licensed perfectionist, though. Since its ability is bringing stuff at its original form, he pays attention to every detail, and won't let Josuke move away until it hasn't fixed things how it wants.

If you happen to see a lock of his hair out of place, knowing you're careful abour details and perfection, Josuke will let you fix his pompadour. But only because it's you.

Josuke is used to comforting you in moments when you think critical of yourself, when you happen to fail. He has a certain best friend that does the same.

If he happens to find out you've been self harming, he'll sit next to you. And will lovingly and respectfully talk to you, without pushing you, if you don't feel comfortable.

He'll take you hands in his, and caress your wrists. You'll notice Josuke has healed you. He will kiss you, where your wounds were, and if his love can heal other wounds, he won't ever abandon you.

Tomoko loves you like a daughter, she knows her son is safe and happy with you.

When you met, you had an intimidating aura, all around you, and Josuke was able to see through it. Koichi told him to pay attention, but the tall boy never gave up on you.

Now, the whole Duwang Gang absolutely loves you. You stood with them against Kira, you went through heaven and hell with them, and you happened to hang out with them even when Josuke couldn't. You boyfriend brought you in such a good atmosphere.

You know there's someone who's got your back any moment. Also, there's plenty of reasons to laugh with them. With your boyfriend and Okuyasu around you, you're not the only giggly loud mess.

"Babe..." Josuke whined, tackling you on the couch, squeezing you with his weight. "Do you really have to attend that Writing Class... wouldn't it be better to stay here and cuddle with your amazing boyfriend that happens to be me?"

He understood you don't really enjoy those lessons and that you get stressed over them. So he tries to keep you home from those with every type of excuse. He once pretended to be sick to keep you by his side.

Josuke would be more than happy to be your armchair, while you draw. Just because he enjoys keeping you close while you do something you like. It makes him happy.

He's amazed by your drawing skills, and he usually showers you with compliments. Josuke tried to draw something for you. It was a horrible drawing, but you never told him. What you cared about was the fact that it was Josuke's one.

He sees you pout because you'd like something you can't afford? Josuke's romantic ass will buy it for you in a heartbeat.

If you enjoy daydreaming while listening to music, Josuke will make your dreams come true. He'll let you close your eyes, in his room, music all around you, while he holds you and kisses you.

My second matchup choice for you is...

Bruno Bucciarati!

You're his right hand. You have your desk right in Bruno's office.

Bucciarati likes art. And you're like art for him, your beautiful skin is, your whole body is. He likes caressing you and kissing you.

As a responsible capo, he made sure everyone in his gang respected you the way you deserve, but they're fine, so you are too.

Bruno tries to keep it professional in front of the gang, but when you two are alone in his office, he's the one who approaches your desk, looking for attention.

Your glasses have a special meaning. You now use the ones he gifted you. Their frame has the same pattern as Bruno's signature suit.

He cares about that gift, too, that's why when he cuddles with you or he smothers you in kisses, he usually takes off your glasses from your nose.

It's a good thing you're a perfectionist. Bruno cares about precision in work too, and having someone so precise by his side guarantees a high quality work to be done.

Bruno's desk is messy please put his pens and tools in order he's baby.

When you happen to fail in a mission or get something wrong while you work with him, Bucciarati knows you're gonna underestimate yourself. That's why he always pulls you in a tight embrace and reminds you he's deeply proud of you and thar you've done great.

Bruno banned every type of sharp thing from the base. You happened to harm yourself several times, but he won't allow this anymore.

He can't see you suffer, and if you want to express your worries, he'll be there for you. He'll spend extra time with you, if necessary, but won't leave your side until he knows you're fine enough.

When you met, your intimidating aura didn't stop him from treating you a nice dish of spaghetti at Libeccio's and politely asking you to join Passione. Bucciarati is an amazing man.

If he happens to see you giggling and having fun with the gang, especially Mista and Narancia, will sincerely thank them afterwards for making you laugh and smile.

Passione takes your time away, you honestly have no time to think about the Writing Class, and you're quite thankful for this.

"If that Writing Class stresses you so much... just don't go anymore." you can't believe it's a smart man like Bruno, cuddling with you while telling you this. "Passione already gives you lots of work... you don't need more pressure, tesoro..."

You'd rather spend more time drawing, and remember to show Bruno and the gang your drawings! They'll genuinely and positively react to your art. Bucciarati pushed Abbacchio to react a little more to your enthusiasm, but knowing him, after seeing Leone smile you know he appreciated your drawing.

You afterwards thank Bruno for being so caring towards you and worrying about the gang's reactions to your drawing.

Bucciarati spoils you. But only if you're a good girl. "What about we finish signing this last stack of papers and then your loving boyfriend gets you a special gift?" and he buys you the art supplies you were pouting at last time you two went on a date.

If he finds you listening to music, probably daydreaming about him, he'll join you, catching your attention singing a couple lines of the song.

Bruno's suave and soothing voice is perfect. As soon as you hear him, you stop your music, without opening your eyes, and listen to him humming a couple more lines of the song, before the feeling of his loving lips meeting yours.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo matchup #jojo headcanons #jojo part four #diamond is unbreakable #jojo part five #vento aureo #golden wind #josuke higashikata #josuke x reader #bruno bucciarati #bucciarati x reader

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softjeon · 4 years

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We always talk about jealous!namjoon...what about jealous Jimin??

— GENRE; fluff | — PAIRING; Namjoon x Jimin | — DISCLAIMER; mentioning of jealousy, insecurities | — Wordcount; 1,8k | — written with @cassiavioletblue

Being subtle wasn’t his thing, not really. Jimin was standing there, looking over to Namjoon and the girl he had been talking to for the last ten minutes. She - whatever her name was, he totally refused to remember it - was looking up at his boyfriend with so much adoration and awe that it made his toes curl.

He laughed, leaning forward as his hand brushed along her arm. Namjoon was smiling brightly, seemingly enjoying the company he was in. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest as he leaned against the wall with one foot stemmed against it, only emphasizing how his shirt was straining against his muscular chest.

Jimin would have loved to just walk over and in his sweetest fantasy he would pull Namjoon towards him, right in front of that girl’s face and kiss his boyfriend square on the mouth. Maybe make out for a little while until he had driven the point home. Jimin smiled for a second but it died on his face when he noticed how Namjoon touched her arm and how she shyly smiled and blushed as if he was watching some goddamn high school soap opera drama stuff.

“Well, I’m glad you are doing better, and the exam went well.” Namjoon smiled proudly at the younger student, when his eyes flickered over to a figure that stood a little further away, staring holes into his body – his boyfriend. He didn’t listen to whatever the girl said, when he noticed Jimin’s stiff posture.

Namjoon knew him too well to know what it meant. He was jealous.

“I’m sorry Naeun,” Namjoon patted her shoulder sweetly, “I am really proud of you, but we’ll see each other tomorrow after class okay? Make sure to learn your english vocabulary until then. We need to prepare you for friday’s test.” With a small wave, he turned towards his boyfriend, putting on the softest smile for him.

Finally, finally Namjoon finished their (way too flirty!) conversation and walked over towards him. Jimin knew perfectly well that he was supposed to not be angry at Namjoon for talking to the young students he tutored but it was a little difficult when his last encounter with the girl was still fresh in his mind. He had wanted to pick Namjoon up from a tutoring lesson when two girls had almost run into him, both giggling like mad. They were gushing about how ‘handsome he was’ and how ‘great with words’ and that he was ‘so smart and caring’ and basically all their romantic dreams personified. He hadn’t thought much about it, greeting Namjoon just like always when the other noticed a book on the table. “Oh, Naeun must have forgotten it there, wait a second”. With that he ran out and to Jimin’s horror gave the book back to one of the giggling schoolgirls who promptly turned red.

“You’re still thinking about it, huh?” Namjoon shook Jimin out of his thoughts as he came to a halt in front of him. “Babe,” He whispered, pulling Jimin by his arms as he held him close. “What did bother you this time, hm?” Namjoon asked, softly brushing his thumb over Jimin’s cheek.

Jimin huffed indignantly. “Nothing.” The thing was, Namjoon didn’t do anything. Not really. He was a generally affectionate person and to someone who didn’t know him it might look like as if he liked that girl a lot. Which maybe he did, but not in that way. Jimin knew that. Or should know it. If there wasn’t this teeny tiny little voice in the back of his head that whispered ‘what if..’ and ‘doesn’t it look like..’

“Your face tells me otherwise,” Namjoon cocked his head aside, keeping Jimin close to him. “Should I do something differently? I can adapt if it bothers you.” He leaned down to place a kiss on his cheek, whispering, “You know I love you, right? She just told me about her exam. That’s all.”

Jimin tried really hard not to pout which somehow always ended up making it more obvious to Namjoon that he was pouting. “Yes. Please don’t be so perfectly loveable! I mean I get why she has a crush on you and thinks you’re handsome and great and magical because actually I agree with her on all these points but can she please not try to flirt with you? You’re taken! By me!” He shook his head, “I bet you’ll have valentines chocolate in your locker in a few weeks.”

Namjoon cupped Jimin’s cheeks, squishing them a little to emphasize on his beautiful luscious lips that he loved kissing so much. “And what about it? You know we both going to make chocolate fondue out of it anyways. I don’t care, I say thank you and that I feel honored but that I am taken. By you.” He placed a kiss on his lips, before releasing his boyfriend again. “I can try and be less loveable, I guess.” Namjoon shrugged off his jacket, not really thinking about how it stood completely in contrast of what he just said as he placed it around Jimin’s shoulders who he had noticed shivered from the cold wind.

Jimin bit his lip. Namjoon was right, there was nothing he could do to make it easier for him because Namjoon wasn’t at fault here. It wasn’t even the girls fault that she had fallen for Jimin (or else he must feel guilty as well because he had done the same) it was his for getting jealous so easily.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get some coffee and pretend as if you don’t get dozens of roses each valentine’s day yourself.” Namjoon reached for Jimin’s hand, wanting to pull him and his pouty lips along, maybe treating him to a coffee and lots of kisses, but he didn’t make it very far.

“Oh Namjoon,” A young woman stood in front of them, smiling at Jimin shortly before giving her full attention to the taller man. “I just heard about the news. Will you take the dean up on his offer? I’d love to show you around if you’d join. You’d make a great assistant professor. We truly need people like you in our department.”

Namjoon chuckled a little awkwardly, feeling put on the spot right now. The young professor must have noticed and reached out to him, squeezing his arm lovingly, “Don’t worry. I just was delighted to hear about the news that they asked you.” While taking her hand back, a book slipped out of her grip and Namjoon instantly bend down to get it for her, letting go off Jimin’s hand in the process.

It was like a slap in the face.

For a moment Jimin felt like he must be dreaming or as if he had stumbled into some alternative reality. Namjoon hadn’t said a word about an offer. And he hadn’t told him about that obviously interested woman either. His chest tightened painfully as he tried to make a happy, relaxed face - not like that of a boyfriend who felt betrayed and left out.

Namjoon noticed how Jimin was getting smaller and it had nothing to do with his bigger jacket around his shoulders swallowing him up. So, he bowed his head respectfully and answered, “I have not decided upon the offer, yet as there a few things I need to discuss first. The dean will make sure to tell you about my decision then.” The young professor smiled, giving him an offer for a coffee some time if he had any questions about working for the university before she turned around. Namjoon reached for Jimin’s hand, but the other slipped right out of his grip. “Jimin,” His voice was a whisper, when he looked at his boyfriend, “Believe me, I would have told you.”

“Of course you would have.” Jimin’s answer was court and true because he knew that Namjoon wasn’t lying. The other would have hold him eventually. Which couldn’t make up for the fact that he had kept it to himself so far. Jimin knew that he would have acted different, he would have called Namjoon the second he had stepped out of the dean’s office or had otherwise gotten notice of it and had discussed it with his boyfriend right away. Because Namjoon was so tightly woven into his life, in his mind, that not telling him right away wasn’t even an option he considered possible.

But apparently Namjoon felt different.

Namjoon knew he should have told Jimin right away, but actually it didn’t seem too important to him. He didn’t want the job anyways. He had other offers, better ones, somewhere else, where he could be with Jimin.

“Baby, come on, please.” Namjoon rubbed his hands over his face tiredly. “Don’t look at me like this. I don’t even want the job. He only asked me two days ago and you were busy with dance last night and… I wanted to tell you tonight. How could I’ve known that she would be so happy about it to run and tell.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He smiled back at the other who looked stressed out. Namjoon didn’t deserve this treatment. He had never actually done anything that justified Jimin’s jealousy and if he wouldn’t be so insecure then he wouldn’t mind prepubescent school girls dreaming about his boyfriend either.

“I love you, baby.” Namjoon cupped the younger’s cheeks and leaned in, “I want to be with you, only you.” He saw the insecurity written all over Jimin’s expression, as the younger nodded, humming a quick answer. “It was too much today, right?” Namjoon sighed, giving Jimin a peck on his lips. It was the best idea, if he just got Jimin out of here and somewhere, where he could shower him with love and kisses and as many compliments he can think of.

But Jimin seemed like he was rather frozen, eyes averted, when Namjoon took a step away taking his jacket back from Jimin (who silently let him do so – which was no good sign to Namjoon’s tingling boyfriend senses).

There wasn’t much he could think of and he knew it was a pretty dumb idea, but he saw Jungkook doing this once when Yoongi was grumpy, so it might work now too. With a quick motion, Namjoon bend down and lifted Jimin up and over his shoulder, giving his bottom a soft smack before walking ahead and towards the parking lots with a proud smile.

“Excuse me, me and my boyfriend need to squeeze through,” Namjoon announced, smiling when they passed the group of young students that had gushed over him before.

“Namjoon!” Jimin exclaimed in protest, trying to struggle his way out of the older’s hold. “What are you doing?! There are people around..what if the students…” He broke off when he saw one of the younger pupils take a picture with his phone. Jimin felt like dying from embarrassment - and he also didn’t like that he was upside down with his head a little too close to the concrete for his liking. One misstep and he would fall off of Namjoon’s shoulders. Deep down he knew that Namjoon would never let him fall.

And as strange as it sounded being reminded of how much he could trust Namjoon actually helped to tone down his jealousy.

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I also hope to curate a collection that strays away from the typical audience of this genre: rich, white, Christian women. These types of books are --for many reasons-- marketed to people who have time and money, who are culturally shaped to express themselves within the domestic space, yet in a way that also insists upon pleasing visitors and guests. I hope to open the discussion of interior design to all audiences, because I think that being mindful of our living spaces will make us all happier and more peaceful when we interact in the world and with people around us.

I will rate these literatures on a scale of one to six geese. One goose could mean that the book: isn’t worth your while in terms of style, is incredibly illegible or hard to understand, is classist or inconsiderate of lower socio-economic classes, or simply isn’t what it says it is. The prize of six geese will be awarded only the most stellar books, those that inspire genuine creativity, offer insightful advice and knowledge, are written for the proletariat, and actually are fun to read.

I, DesignMod, have a Masters degree in cultural studies --she’s verbose. My goal is to write a blog with accessible yet articulate information on how we learn how to take care of our living spaces. I enjoy tending to my plants, drawing kawaii illustrations, learning languages, and thinking critically about the world. My favorite animal is a seal (aka water doggo), and I also very much love pelicans, hippos, elephants, and puppy angels (especially pit bulls and other thicc bois and girls.)

Icon Credits from the Noun Project:

Wave by Nawicon

Podcast by Jejen Juliansyah Nur Agung

Cinnamon Roll by Kaylen Yul Lee

Teeth Biting Tongue by Vectors Point

Sprout by Jae Deasigner

Flower by Hat-Tech

Bouquet by Vectors Point

Goose by Tatyana

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