#( SOFTSOFTSOFTSOFT )

[moonsick-lovelight]

made an aesthetic blog or whatever @softsoftsoftsoft

[kookieswan]

I just took a nap and had a dream about Hoseok and… Oh, I am so soft…

[bm-binger]

Imagien tho, after the scene on the stairs, they decide to go to waverly's room to talk about everything that's left unsaid between them and the fact that waverly has been gone for a year and a half. As they're putting clothes on, nicole's reminded that they still need to rehydrate so she goes "wave, im going to get us some water.." to waverly who's still dressing and waverly's like, "thank you, baby" but then when she finally tugs down her shirt from where it got tangled on her hair, she sees nicole still standing by the threshold and biting her lip, looking at waverly with aching softness and longing and with a sliver of fear– like she doesn't want to lose sight of waverly or go anywhere where she can't see her because she's afraid waverly will just disappear and waverly looks at the emotions warring in nicole's face– the love, the fear, the longing, the softness, the anxiety, the disbelief and relief that waverly's finally here–and she knows that she'll do anything to soothe those tide of emotions until there's only calmness that will reflect the unbridled love she feels for her, and so she takes a step toward nicole, grabs her hand, squeezes their palms in reassurance, and says "I'll go with you, baby" and accompanies nicole down the kitchen without leaving her side because they both need the reassurance that the other is truly right there and will forever be there.

[tallycraven]

So Raylla....when they inevitably run away together and go live on some farm do you think they would be raising sheep or alpacas?

oh my god alpacas for sure. friendly and fluffy and so chill? they’d have a couple and then maybe a couple of horse and four dogs. 🥺 it’s a coastal farm with the ocean right in their backyard-- sometimes they just sit out in their backyard in a big old swinging bench while their dogs go crazy and hold each other. 

[ncitytexts]

[ 1:47 AM ]

startled, you feel a pair of arms begin to lift you up out of the chair and carry you bridal-style. still disoriented from your longer-than-anticipated “power nap”, you looked up to see who it was. you met jaehyun’s eyes staring sweetly back, only with visible bags under his eyes and with messy hair.

“jaehyun ... shouldn’t you be sleeping?” you asked, curious as to why he would be carrying you like this. looking back down at you, he smiled and said, “the bed got lonely without you. i know you’re doing homework, but ... i missed you.”

[dxviilish]

“I think I’m just going to stay here all day.” flowrsravns

let’s sin // accepting // @flowrsravns

knuckles brush against her cheek, soft as a feather. if anyone could see him now, his head resting on a pillow, adoring eyes gazing at her like he’s trying to memorize her. all of eternity, every miserable second in hell, it feels worth it as long as he gets to hold her for just a little longer. in this bed he doesn’t feel the weight of his throne as heavily. “my darling, your desire is my command. —  you stay right there and i’ll make us breakfast. you fancy an omelette?”

[like-red-lads]

I love this artwork so much op. Fuki supremacy

“I won’t let you become alone”

[missmonsters2]

—KAIROSCLEROSIS | TEN (FINAL)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x OFC/Fem!Reader

Summary: Everything comes to settle in the aftermath. You're healing and Wednesday takes the time to consider what she's experiencing until she picks it apart in a way she can tolerate it. You are hers, though. That is for certain.

Warnings: softsoftsoftsoft. so soft. Wednesday is soft. cuddling. happy ending. healing. bantering. did i say soft? crying it's so soft. satisfying aftermath. the nickname bet comes to an end. soft in case you were unaware.

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Note: book 1 has come to an end! Thank you so much to everyone who has supported this series <3 Sequel is on it's way along with some oneshots! series masterlist has been re-edited with info.

Part Nine

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Kairosclerosis: Noun. The moment you realize that you're currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart, and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it's little more than an aftertaste.

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Wednesday sits beside your hospital bed, quietly reading Goody's spellbook. The only noise is the sound of your quiet breathing and the steady beeping from the machine that monitors your heart rate. 

The spellbook is coming in handy already. Wednesday has just discovered a better remedial salve—one that should actually speed up the healing process. Once Enid arrives, Wednesday would be free to go and gather the ingredients she needed. She would need some honey from Eugene's bees, and she recalled a plant in the greenhouse with the pulp she needed.

A particularly deep breath draws Wednesday's attention from her book. Her head tilts slightly over as she peers at you. Your eyes are closed, unaware of anything as you slept on. You had to be put on your stomach so that your wings could rest without anything touching them. 

The reopened wounds had to be stitched back together and then bandaged, which the doctor noted would have to be for two weeks and frequently changed. Wednesday was merely waiting for you to be discharged, and she could take your healing into her own hands. The nurse earlier had received a scathing glare when she was not delicate in changing your bandages yesterday, causing your brows to furrow as you slept on. 

Morons, Wednesday vehemently decided then. They couldn't be trusted with you. 

"You should wake up soon," Wednesday says, even though you never reply. She doesn't even know if you're listening. "It's much too sunny without you."

"Wednesday," Enid sighs as she walks into the room, a new bouquet of flowers in her hands. "Why are you up again? You're supposed to be resting too. You got stabbed in the arm!"

"This is hardly anything," Wednesday raises her brow as she closes the spellbook and puts it back into her bag. "It honestly hurts more when I punch Pugsley."

“You mean when Pugsley punches you?”

“No.”

"Still," Enid frowns, looking over her roommate. Despite only having been two days since the ordeal, Wednesday threatened the hospital staff to discharge her mere hours after she got cleaned and fixed up. 

You could barely tell that Wednesday was injured by the way she continued wearing long sleeves, tidy braids, and lack of reaction. The only visible sign was the bandage she had to wear over her temple. 

"Fae will be upset if you refuse to rest and heal when she wakes up." Enid looks over to you, biting her bottom lip. A part of her wants to cry at how banged up you looked. She knew—could smell how much blood there was that night. But now you really looked broken with the machines hooked up to you and the red-stained bandages wrapped over your wings. 

It was worse than when Eugene was in the hospital last year. 

Wednesday looks at you once more as she prepares to leave. Your back rises and falls with each steady breath. "Then I suppose she'll have to wake up if she wants me to even consider listening to her grievances against me."

Walking out the door, Wednesday doesn't spare you another glance as she walks down the corridors. The nurses give her a wide berth, the lights flickering as she walks. 

A room comes up as she makes her way to the stairwell. There are two police guards posted outside. As she passes, she looks into the window and sees a lanky boy with messy hair and gauze bandages wrapped around his eyes and head. He's completely unaware. 

Wednesday smiles sinisterly. 

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"Miss Addams," Weems greets as she puts down her fancy fountain pen, gesturing for Wednesday to come closer.

Wednesday wordlessly takes a seat, her face impassive. 

They stare at each other for a long moment before Weems lets out a long, tired sigh. She pinches the bridge of her nose before she looks at the macabre girl. 

"How are your classes going?" Weems asks.

Wednesday looks unimpressed as she lets out a dull "Fine."

"I hear you're taking class notes for Fae when she wakes up," Weems smiles then, and Wednesday narrows her eyes.

"Only because Enid's writing is so cacographic that it'd be more legible if it was put through a shredder."

Weem merely chuckles, rubbing her temples. "The reason I've called you to my office is that the investigation is finally coming to an end." Weems folds her hands together on the desk in front of her. "I know you've given the police your statement, but I thought I'd get the event recounted by you myself."

"I've assumed you read the report?" Wednesday asks, her chin jilted slightly. 

Weems nods.

"Then you already know what happened. I will not be changing my story," Wednesday raises her brow. "She was kidnapped. I found the clues to where she was and the fact that Henry was the culprit. When I arrived, she was unconscious and chained to the table, poisoned with a draeconium potion."

Wednesday watches as Weems's hands tighten slightly.

"Henry gave his unremarkable sob story before we engaged in combat. The noises woke her up, and she freed herself before she defended us against Henry."

"I noticed you weren't very descriptive in this area in your report," Weems points out.

"Everything she did was something only a high lord's daughter or a night faerie would be able to do, so I will keep it to myself. The police are welcome to come and try to get an answer out of me," Wednesday's eyes glint as she gives a sharp smile, "but at their own risk."

Weems gives a wry smile and waves her hand for Wednesday to continue.

"Henry's desperation to attack us and gain the upper hand led him to strain his eyes and lose consciousness. At that moment, Enid and everyone else barged in as they finally escaped his mindscape. We all made our way back here to get medical help."

Weems stares at Wednesday after the girl finishes recounting the story. "I see," the principal says evenly after a moment. "And that was what happened? Henry lost consciousness and you left him there immediately after?"

"Yes. I wasn't going to go out of my way to bring back a kidnapper and our attempted murderer," Wednesday shrugs. 

"He could have died," Weems emphasizes pointedly. "Which would've been another death here at Nevermore two years in a row."

"His failure to kill us both is his own fault. He should deal with the consequences of it himself. The authorities were able to get them, were they not? I hear he's resting in his own guarded room." There was a telling smirk on Wednesday's face.

"Yes," Weems's voice is hard. "Though I'm sure you know the guards are useless, considering he no longer has eyes and can't use his gift anymore."

"I heard rumors around the hospital," Wednesday's face was indifferent again. 

"Wednesday," Weems sighs. "This was a disaster. Henry Morrison Sr wants to further investigate the disappearance of his son's eyes. He's convinced that they were surgically removed and considering there was only you in this situation that was conscious, he wants to press charges against you."

"Is he an absolute moron?" Wednesday raises her brow. "Is he not aware of what his son attempted to do?"

"Yes, well—"

"I encourage him to try to press charges against me with the lack of evidence he has. This case would be so laughable, I wouldn't even need to hire legal help with how guaranteed my victory is."

"Yes," Weems cuts in before Wednesday can say anything else. "And I told him as such."

Wednesday sharply looks at the principal, her eyes full of suspicion. She has no doubts that Weems knew she had gouged out Henry's eyes. After all, she had timed it perfectly for the authorities to arrive on time before he could die. 

The optic nerve was completely severed to ensure his psychic abilities could never manifest again, and then she fed his eyeballs to the fish in the river as she rowed her way back. 

"I have informed Mr. Morrison Sr that back in 1956, there was a similar incident where a psychic had over-exerted himself, resulting in his eyes bursting and it seemed that may be the case here." Weems's eyes seem to search for something in Wednesday, but it doesn't seem like she's looking for the truth. "There's no proof indicating otherwise. With that, Henry Jr is expelled, obviously."

"Will he be going to jail like Tyler?" Wednesday's quick to ask.

"Well, considering only one student attacked—no, I'm not counting you as you foolishly went after Fae alone—it's not enough to warrant having the academy file charges—"

"Of course," Wednesday hisses disdainfully. "We wouldn't want to potentially harm the school's impeccable reputation—"

"—That being said," Weems cut in forcefully, giving Wednesday a stern look. "As Fae's guardian, I am personally filing charges. I'm quite confident Morrison Sr will want to accept the plea bargain when we meet next week, lest he wants a long, grueling court battle where I will drag his family name through the mud."

Wednesday went quiet. She doesn't apologize, but there's a mild look of respect in Wednesday’s eyes. Her eyes flicker down and then back up. "Why did you want me to recount the report if the investigation has obviously concluded?"

Weems gathers the paper on her desk, shuffling them to line up. "I merely wanted to hear the events in your own words, as the police will still want Fae's matching statement when she awakens."

Wednesday stares on.

"I'm dismissing you for the day," Weems says as she puts the papers back on her desk. "I'm rather tied up with things I cannot put off, and I have a meeting in half an hour. There's a car waiting for you at the gates."

"Why—" Wednesday starts to ask, but she can feel her heart thudding against her ribcage almost painfully, and she relishes in it. 

"I have let the hospital staff know you'll be arriving to check her out on my authorization. I have already handled her discharge papers over the phone earlier. Listen to me for once and arrive before the police do," Weems says, dismissing Wednesday.

Wednesday gets up and walks out of the office briskly. She begins to walk towards the gates outside but stops. Turning towards her room, Wednesday first goes there and picks up the fuzzy black blanket, folding it neatly together, then draping it over her arm. She grabs a single grape lollipop from Enid's desk before she takes the shortest way to the front gates. 

The ride feels tediously long, and Wednesday snaps at the driver to drive faster. It barely comes to a stop before Wednesday gets out and walks through the hospital doors. She doesn't make herself known to the front desk receptionists and takes the stairwell up and down the memorized pathway to room 316. 

The door is already open, but there's no noise inside. There's a moment when Wednesday's heart drops at the lack of noise. Wednesday's used to feeling miserable; it brings her comfort and joy now even to feel so. Occasionally, she'll feel a type of misery she could live without. 

Wednesday's never been aware of how un-miserable she wants to be as she approaches your door. 

The moment Wednesday steps in, her face doesn't change at all. If anything, she looks more dispassionate than usual. 

But she blinks. 

"Hi, Wednesday."

You've probably said it hundreds of times now. You've said it in the same tone over and over, but Wednesday suddenly feels like it's better than any music she's heard. It even sounds better than Pugsley's screams. 

You're smiling at her. You look tired with the bags and dark circles under your eyes, but you're alive, and you look so—Wednesday clenches her jaw—hers. You just look like hers. Franz Kafka said it best: you are the knife she turns inside herself. 

"You are so cruel, Wednesday. I wake up to make your world less sunny, and you bring me only one grape lollipop? Rest assured you'll be listening to the grievances I have against you."

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"We should get up soon, I need to apply your salve."

"Can't you just apply it like this? You did yesterday."

"Need I remind you how long it took and in the end, I had to get up to get to the places I couldn't reach."

"I think I can stretch my wings further today. You might not have to get up."

Wednesday sighs at your mutterings but leaves it be. You'll probably be more agreeable to moving in an hour anyway. 

Your body is a steady weight on top of hers, and you radiate a warmth that Wednesday thought would make her uncomfortable with how cool her body normally is. But it just makes everything tepid, and Wednesday finds she has a penchant for it. 

Your head rests against her chest, and you once commented how eerie it was that it was such a slow and quiet heartbeat, like she might as well be dead. The words were entirely flattering. 

Wednesday stares at the ceiling; she knows you're slowly falling asleep again. The past two weeks, you've been rather boring as all you can do is rest, but Wednesday finds it gives her a lot of time to think.

Her story has slowly been changing—it has been ever since she's grown closer to you. Between the mysteries and the morbidity of everything, her main character seems to be experiencing something else too. 

Wednesday thinks about what it means to her and comes to an utterly disgusting conclusion. 

She's happy. 

It's so repugnant that Wednesday constantly sneers at herself. She has no desire to expand on it, but she'll catch herself thinking of useless things. It dampens the happiness into something Wednesday's also unfamiliar with, and she can't decide which is worse. 

Wednesday's fingers trail over the arches of your wings, feeling the bone just underneath the soft feathers. Your wing twitches, but you say nothing. She continues her exploration of her wings, careful over the wounds that are still slowly healing but have been much better with the salve she created using Goody's spellbook. 

Your wings start trilling when Wednesday reaches further toward the middle. The skin is thinner there, but the feathers are lush and thick.

"Tickles," you mumble, your brows furrowing but not opening your eyes.

Wednesday glances down at you before she pulls the blanket up higher. "Come with me to my manor on the next Parents' Day."

You let out a big yawn, ruffling your feathers with a small shake. "Are you sure?" You mumble, still sleepy.

"My mother invited you."

You hum. "Sure, it'd be nice to see where you live. I think I'll want to have dinner with Larissa on Friday night, but I can leave after."

"We'll go together on Saturday morning."

"'kay," you mutter sleepily. 

There's a lull in silence again, and Wednesday feels discontentment in her chest. She wonders if you can hear it as you lay over her heart.

Wednesday clears her throat. "I have thought of a moniker for you."

She can feel you smiling.

"Oh?" You say amusedly, but you continue to lay there with your eyes closed. "Let's hear it."

"I believe we should just stick with Fae. We've already gone on too long, and there'd be no point in changing it now. Even if other faeries came to this school, there's still only one Fae. You'd merely confuse everyone with a new alias."

You let out a laugh then, shifting in Wednesday's arms. "It took you six months to come to that conclusion? Did you even come up with anything else?"

"Nothing that I would allow anyone else to call you," Wednesday huffs with annoyance, still cursing her father's passed-on nicknaming abilities.

"Why not?"

Silence again. Wednesday seems to be debating her discontentment before she says, "you are mine."

It's so simple, the words and the way she says it. 

You finally open your eyes as you lift your head to look up at Wednesday, who is resting against the headboard of your bed. She looks at you as if challenging you to say otherwise. 

"So, we're dating?" You tilt your head.

"Yes," Wednesday says with finality but also looks pained at the frivolous words and then sighs. "I never thought I'd be capable of wanting someone like this. I don't do feelings but all you make me do is feel things I have to research later."

"What kind of words?"

"Ridiculous words that I'm convinced are fake," Wednesday deadpans. "Regardless, I don't do feelings, but the idea of not experiencing more with you is unbearable."

"You're mine then?" you say, and it's more of a statement than a question.

"I am," Wednesday confirms.

You let out a soft laugh, and Wednesday tilts her head. 

"I never thought I'd ever have anyone to call mine," you say with a quiet smile. "I have very few things, Wednesday. I promise to treat you very well."

Wednesday nods once, her fingers tracing over a feather. You lift yourself higher with your hands, coming face to face with the grim girl, your nose brushing against hers. She was so serious looking.

"I discovered last year that I'm capable of evolving," Wednesday says quietly, her lips brushing against yours as her hands rest on the small of your back. "It's inequitable how much you've affected me."

You smile widely then, your lips parting in a huff of laughter. They're so ridiculous. Really, you're made for her, and she's made for you. "Wednesday, you've changed me since the day I laid my eyes on you." You kiss her, and the only noise in the room is the sound of your wings gently fluttering with excitement and Wednesday's stolen breath.

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"I believe I've come up with an acceptable arrangement of your epithet," Wednesday declares. "I'm owed your phone number."

You don't even look at her as you blindly reach for your phone on your desk, too comfortable to move from lying on top of Wednesday as you cuddle.

Wednesday watches you fiddle around on your device before her phone in her sweater pocket vibrates. 

She pulls her phone out and sees there's a text from you.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx: save this number 😗

"What is the meaning of this?" Wednesday asks, her voice low and dangerous, but you seem unbothered.

"You have my number now?"

"You had my phone number this entire time?" Wednesday feels something brewing inside of her, and it's mainly murder. 

You nod, still lying on top of her with your eyes closed. "Enid gave it to me after the bet was made."

"Why?" Wednesday demanded.

"Because I asked for it?"

"Then why make the ridiculous bet? Did you enjoy listening to such brainless suggestions?" 

"I told you," you smile. "I only make bets where I'll win either way. I wanted you to come up with something and win to give you the excuse of asking for my number. If you didn't, then Enid was already giving up and about to suggest we stick to Fae the next time it got brought up. I would've texted you after the bet was over."

Wednesday stares down at you, and she bores into the side of your head and plots silently.

"You are detestable, but I respect your strategy and deception. Although, regardless of the fact you are mine will not save you from my revenge."

You finally look up at Wednesday's unimpressed stare and smile at her. 

"Threatening me with a good time again, are you?"

END

EPILOGUE 1

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Hope you enjoyed the series! :)

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[kyoonglight]

renjun not letting you get out of bed asking for 5 more minutes in the sleepiest voice.... I SAW THOSE TAGS I can’t believe you did this to me??????? BITCH SOFT HOURS O P E N. He’s pulling you back into bed and he kisses your shoulder lightly and like squeezes you and if you hit his arm to get him to let go he squeezes tighter I’m ✈️gone

dont u know my dude… soft hours are ALWAYS open here😩

and b it hc i wasnt prepared for shoULDER KISSES you just fucking threw me into an ocean of soft ho ym dfhsdjkf pls he would snuggle his face into the crook of your neck and whine until you give in and stay in bed with him fuckn g gn h ELL

[a-gal-with-taste]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

(Snatching this from @sweatandwoe and @aromansoul Many of these are future WIP's that have been jotted out/outlined, and not strictly written yet, but will be written sometime in the future (there's so many 💀)

Witness: Mini-chapter series about the newest member to the Children of Zaun witnessing the betrayal-of-the-century down at the river, and goes on the run. They need to decide who to tell, who to trust, and how far some will go to keep things quiet... (Mystery/Thriller World-Building piece)

Bumps & Scraps: Mini-Chapter Series. After finding an unknown man in the collapsed ruins of a factory accident, Reader is shocked and worried if she's the right person to take care of this stranger... this stranger who doesn't even remember his name (Amnesia AU where Silco forgets how much his life has sucked for a few weeks, shit gets SOFT)

Sugar: Reader is a waitress who needs some extra cash on the side, desperately. Silco happens to have extra cash, and needs someone on the side to spoil, desperately. (The Sugar-Daddy AU)

Study Hours: 6 to 11: After a long, tiring day of papers, professors and students, Dean Silco takes one of the study rooms to unwind - and finally decides to have a talk with the university librarian during study-hours. They start talking a lot more after that (Slow-Burn, Modern/Professor!AU)

Fortunate Favors the Bold: Having walked a fine line between courage and bravery, and thanks to the efforts, Reader is now the most forgettable member of Silco's gang. It only takes one stumble from that careful line, to tumble right into the sight of the Eye himself (Boss/Employee slow-burn, idiots in love)

Squirming: There's no time to coddle a squirming paitent. A young Silco, however, disagrees, and thinks this is the perfect time to flirt with his disgruntled doctor (Medic!Reader, Young Silco being a smitten fool and an annoying prick)

Loosen the Knots: Reader, first-time and accidental bounty-hunter, just trussed up the most dangerous outlaw in the West, and don't have a damn plan beyond that. The Eye suggests, they could just loosen the knots. He promises to make it worth their while. (Western!AU)

Hayloft: Pa let those three boys stay in the barn, to work, and also to hide from whatever devils or law are on their tail - maybe both are. Regardless of what they're running from, one boy seems keen to see you ride-off with them into the sunset. (Western!AU, slow-burn, friends to lovers)

Coats: Silco casually, offhandedly handed a coat back to a stranger when they lost it at the Drop - He doesn't realize this was basically an act of marriage, until they return with flowers the next day (Selkie!Reader, softsoftsoftsoft, so fucking SOFT)

Iron and Glass: Reader is a metalworker and artist who loves their job, very much, and is pleased when called to meet with the de factor leader of Zaun... they become a little less pleased to find it isn't a business-call, but a call to discuss the whiskey-splashed wedding certificate that resurfaced from over a decade prior, with Reader's signature, and Silco's (Drunk Marriage AU, they want to keep it professional, but like...)

Other-future/Continuing works include: Flawed, Baked & Battered, Of Zaun, Of Opposites, Timer, Pact, Midnight, Pretend and at least 6-others I'm forgetting but definitely have a WIP, and I do this all for YOU, and I do it for FREE , YOU'RE WELCOME.

Open to anyone to reblog this with your own WIP's ♡

[ayeonz]

@chuukitten

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[jiminiess]

softsoftsoftsoft

[bts-ficrecs]

Wow thank u so much for always recommending the best fics 😭😭 if ur not too busy, can u rec any good hybrid aus if u haven't already? 🥺🥺🥺

(this gif has no relevance to the ask but who cares. ur welcome for this rude gif.)

I AM FINALLY HEEERRRRE. Someone hold my coffee cause i’m ready to dance.

My goodness, the love i have for hybrid aus. I was so excited when I received this ask (��almost 6 months ago i’m so sorry i’ve taken so long asfjkawfkjw) hybrid fics are so softsoftsoftsoft… and when it gets spicy boi does it get s p i c y y y ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

As always, idk what portion control is so feast yourself on these 40+ fics….LOL

Note: I didn’t include werewolf aus because, well,… they’re not hybrids. Maybe I’ll have a future rec for werewolves!

KEY: (🤍)=Personal favorite! // (🛆)=Haven’t read yet but still going to rec bc it just looks so good!

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NAMJOON

๑ Bait by @mintedmango oneshot | angst, fluff, smut

๑ Butterfingers by @jincherie (🤍) oneshot | fluff, teacher!au

๑ Instinct by @mintedmango oneshot | smut

๑ Something In The Way by @tayegi ongoing series | smut, ceo!AU

๑ Tigerboy by @joonbird part of the “Zodiac Hybrid” series | smut

SEOKJIN

๑ Bad Kitten by @jamaisjoons oneshot | smut

๑ Dance To This by @hollyhomburg complete series | fluff, poly!AU, eventual BTS x Reader

๑ Eight by @mintedmango oneshot | smut

๑ Pink Panther by @gimmesumsuga oneshot | smut

๑ Royally Fucked by @couture-kookie oneshot | angst, fluff, smut, royalty!AU

๑ Silly Kitty by @jincherie oneshot | fluff

YOONGI

๑ At Your Service by @magicalsalamander oneshot | angst, fluff, smut, bodyguard!AU

๑ Inheritance by @jincherie complete series | fluff, smut

๑ King Cobra by @joonbird part of the “Zodiac Hybrid” series | smut, ft. Taehyung

๑ Mighty by @mintedmango oneshot | smut

๑ The Guardian by @letspurpletogether ongoing series | angst, fluff, smut

๑ The Honeytrap by @jamaisjoons oneshot | smut

๑ Pure Instinct by @maptoyoongi ongoing series | angst

๑ Warm Embrace by @zerotexas1975 part of the “Peaceful Piano” drabble series | fluff

HOSEOK

๑ Costume by @gardentulips oneshot | smut

๑ Run Little Rabbit by @readyplayerhobi complete series | fluff, angst, smut

๑ Orectic by @gimmesumsuga oneshot | fluff, smut

๑ Perihelion by @jincherie (🤍) ongoing series | college!AU, roommate!AU, enemies to lovers!AU, fluff

๑ Senses by @mintedmango oneshot | smut

๑ Welcome Home by @inkjam-moon oneshot | fluff, smut

JIMIN

๑ Don’t Care If It Hurts by @hollyhomburg (🤍) complete series | angst, fluff, smut, gang!AU

๑ Love Me, Love Me by @winetae oneshot | smut

๑ Magic & Mysteries by @jimlingss (🤍) complete series | angst, fluff, mentions of smut

๑ Sunny Day by @baepsaets complete series | fluff

๑ The Evolution Of You And I by @readyplayerhobi oneshot | fluff

๑ Timid by @jincherie oneshot | fluff

๑ Venom by @mintedmango oneshot | smut, enemies to lovers!AU

TAEHYUNG

๑ 4 o’clock by @jincherie (🤍) ongoing series | angst, fluff

๑ Beastly Gods by @lemonjoonah (🛆) oneshot | angst, smut, thriller

๑ Cats And Dogs by @bxebxee oneshot | smut

๑ It Takes Two to Make a Thing Go Right by @imaginethisbts oneshot | smut, ft. Jungkook

๑ Little Dove by @yminie oneshot | smut

๑ Patience by @btsreactsarchive complete series | fluff

๑ Plunge by @mintedmango oneshot | smut

๑ Roar by @mintedmango oneshot | smut

๑ Territory by @imaginethisbts complete series | smut

๑ The Firefly that Guards the Fox by @magicalsalamander (🛆) complete series | angst, fluff, smut, childhood friends to lovers!AU, mafia!AU

JUNGKOOK

๑ Bunbun by @jungkookienoona complete series | fluff, smut

๑ Favorite Human by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife oneshot | fluff, friends to lovers!AU

๑ Felicity by @nochugguk (🛆) ongoing series | thriller, smut

๑ Fluffles and Kerfuffles by @jinpire oneshot | fluff

๑ Hopping Mad For You by @readyplayerhobi oneshot | fluff, smut

๑ Out of the Blue by @imaginethisbts (🤍) ongoing series | smut

๑ Safety by @guksthighs oneshot | fluff

๑ through the flames (and into the lava) by @winetae oneshot | fluff, smut

OT7

๑ A Hundred Percent Human by Wrienne (🤍) ongoing series | angst, fluff, smut

๑ Holidays With the Hybrids by @arrianna21 oneshot | fluff

๑ Pack Trials by @writersrealmbts (🛆) series | angst, fluff

๑ Veiled by @curlykoo ongoing series | fluff

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Pequod Acoustics, sound design senza tempo progettato in Italia

Il viaggio senza fine di Pequod Acoustics verso la perfetta riproduzione del suono inizia a Firenze. Questi straordinari speaker sono disegnati, progettati e prodotti non lontano da dove Leonardo Da Vinci, ingegnere e non solo artista, portava avanti i suoi esperimenti. Il design senza tempo di Pequod Acoustics si accorda perfettamente con edifici storici, ambienti naturali, club affollati, beach party. Le casse Pequod Acoustics si prendono la scena, ma solo per dare spazio alla musica.

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Pequod Acoustics: diffusori Hi-Pro Made in Florence che si fanno notare

Proprio come il capitano Achab in "Moby Dick" guida la sua baleniera Pequod alla ricerca della balena bianca, i due fondatori di Pequod Acoustic, i fratelli Simone e Andrea Ugolini, entrambi ingegneri guidano la loro azienda alla ricerca della perfezione nella riproduzione del suono.

Ci sono altre connessioni tra mare e Pequod Acoustics: i diffusori sono realizzati in vetroresina, lo stesso materiale utilizzato per le barche da regata. E' resistente e facile da riparare. Inoltre, nel logo aziendale, si vede chiaramente la forma di un pesce sega. Questo pesce ha un rostro in grado di "sentire" le onde elettriche delle sue prede… I diffusori Pequod Acoustics fanno il contrario: diffondono  musica perfettamente.

I diffusori Pequod Acoustics hanno un impatto visivo notevole. Le loro forme arrotondate, le loro grandi dimensioni si distinguono dalle solite scatole quadrate grigie delle apparecchiature audio. Ma Simone e Andrea Ugolini hanno scelto solo i colori forti (bianco e rosso, soprattutto) delle loro casse acustiche. La forma dei coni è stata creata dal suono stesso. "I nostri diffusori potevano avere solo questa forma e dimensioni. Ecco perché suonano così bene", dicono i fratelli Ugolini.

Il viaggio senza fine di Pequod Acoustics inizia a Firenze, dove le casse vengono progettate, ingegnerizzate e poi prodotte. Non è un caso. Negli stessi luoghi dove Leonardo Da Vinci dette vita alle sue invenzioni, oggi c'è una filiera di aziende italiane dedicate all'audio high-end (le apparecchiature dedicate agli appassionati di hi fi) ed al pro audio (ciò che ci diffonde musica nei locali e ai concerti).

Pequod Acoustics ha fatto qualcosa di inaspettato: ha portato innovative soluzioni hi-end nel mondo del pro audio. Ecco perché i suoi diffusori sono così leggeri ed hanno un rapporto così favorevole tra livello di pressione sonora e peso dell'impianto (dB/KG). Inoltre, hanno un rapporto molto basso tra costo e pressione sonora (€/dB)…

La filosofia di Pequod Acoustics è facile da raccontare: niente compromessi, ricerca instancabile e soluzioni particolari. Non sono certo molti i diffusori single horn nel settore pro audio. Ma un diffusore single horn, quando viene accoppiato con trasduttori in specifiche frequenze sonore, permette un'elevata dinamica, combinata  tra l'altro con un alto livello di pressione sonora e livelli di distorsione molto bassi. In altre parole, i diffusori Pequod Acoustics sono perfetti per un club o per qualsiasi tipo di evento in cui la musica debba suonare ad alto volume perché non distorcono il suono all'aumentare della potenza.

I diffusori Pequod Acoustic derivano da una ricerca che ha richiesto molti anni di passione. Sono stati presentati ufficialmente al mondo solo pochi mesi fa, durante Prolight and sound fair, a Francoforte, nell'aprile 2019. Per completare il team, Simone e Andrea Ugolini hanno recentemente ingaggiato Leonardo Dani come Chief Sales Officer, un grande professionista che ha una grande esperienza internazionale nel settore pro-audio anche come tecnico del suono.

I diffusori Pequod Acoustic già fanno ballare alcuni dei club, eventi e location più esclusivi del mondo (Phi Beach club in Costa Smeralda, Italia; Y&Y, Singapore; Peter Pan Club, Misano, Italia; Pitti Uomo events, Firenze, Italia; Mini events, Italia)… e alcuni fortunatissimi proprietari di ville li usano per puro piacere personale.

KEY FEATURES

Alta potenza Estrema sensibilità Estrema chiarezza e nitidezza Imbattibile dinamica nell'ascolto Rapporto molto elevato tra livello di pressione sonora (SPL) e peso dell'impianto (dB/KG) Rapporto molto basso tra costo e livello di pressione sonora (SPL) (€/dB) Robustezza elevata resistenza ai graffi e agli urti Costruito con materiali compositi ad alta resistenza e rigidità Facilità di accesso in caso di riparazioni Tecnologicamente avanzato Personalizzabile Design che si fa notare Grande leggerezza e trasportabilità Semplice installazione, con sostegni e in sospensione Supporto tecnico personalizzato Progettazione, produzione, assemblaggio e componentistica Made in Italy

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