#one day ... one day it'll get written the way it deserves 😔

[taegularities]

Hello, lovely Rid 💕💕

I'm here to ramble to you about your ramble in response to my ramble lmao.

First of all, we really do think alike apparently, because I also checked the wordcount of my feedback before sending it and it's probably the longest one I've ever written and will ever write. Even without all of the quotes it's like over 2k words, I really don't know how to shut up 😭😭😭

Thank you so much for taking so much care to write such a thoughtful response, Rid 🥺🥺🥺 I always love reading your responses to feedback, and not only my own, because everyone points out different things and you give even more insight into the story and your writing process. I can just read about your stories forever, even when it comes to commentary about them.

I watched the mv for 'when you're gone' and I totally agree with you that that scene matches OC's mood in the beginning of the chapter very well 😔😔😔 It also matches the way I was reading the Valentine’s day drabble, smiling at how adorable they were when I knew how we left off in cmi6. I've said it before but I'll say it again, the thing that hurts the most is knowing how happy they're able to make each other and seeing how they're now hurting each other instead 😭😭😭

Also about the rambling to my sister lmao. Cmi is the first fic I've properly talked to her about (she reads fanfic too, just not bts ones) and I was fully ranting to her about how Jungkook was keeping everything in and trying to be strong until he couldn't anymore, and now he's ignoring OC, I don't think I've ever ranted so much even about a real life person lmao. I might have not painted him in the best light because of how mad I was though 😔😔😔 But I probably will just ramble about how cute he is to her later on when everything works out 😌😌😌

Also also everyone has been adding onto the sadness and angst here and I don't know how they do it, because every time I even think about OC with someone else or just them being even sadder I want to cry lmao. But I still love reading everybody adding to the chaos, I can't lie.

Last but definitely not least, I feel like I haven't properly checked in on you in a few days, so how are you doing, Rid? 🥺🥺🥺

I MISSED YOU (she says after just 2 days lol), honestly, i was gonna shoot you an ask today lmao but since you're here, i can just say it now: i hope you're doing well! how's school going? <3

2k even without the quotes? i don't deserve you fr 😭 no but seriously, i copied it into a doc, and thought, kay, must be around 2k, like all of it (which is already a lot) BUT 5.7K.... and it was like 10 pages long !! i went "awwh" out loud 😭

and thank you 🥺 i was even thinking of making a smol commentary one day, when i've got the time, bc i could talk about them forever 😭 i really love reading everyone's reviews and theories, bc sometimes it makes me rethink things that i didn't consider even while writing.

ikr? i spent my teenage years crying to 'when you're gone', and i kinda remembered the song when you pointed out that 'he can be comfort even now' bit :( and you're actually so right. might argue that it hurts even more to relate it to the vday drabble.. especially, considering what's still to come.

hahaha i get it 😭 after that chapter, it was hard to hold a high opinion of him, bc he did kinda fuck up :// but yes, i promise you, there are gonna be scenes and chapters that are so fluffy, it'll be almost disgusting, really. it's so cute that you ranted about it to your sister hahaha i really love that you're so invested 🥺

I KNOW! it's amazing how everyone was ready to jail me for all the angst... yet, they keep coming up with scenarios and songs that break me for good 😂 i wasn't as much in pain when i posted the chapter as i am now hahahah

ahh i'm okay, ivi, thank you for asking! i think the biggest reason for my bleh mood was that i'm... very bored. i've been feeling pretty unproductive since i took this super long break after graduation and quit my last job. which is why i'm lowkey excited (but also very scared lol) to start my semester next week and my job in may! will join you in your academic misery hahah but yeah. i'll be busier, but i'm looking forward to it, bc i do like being busy! hope you're all good, too 🥺🤍

[justrainandcoffee]

When I read this in the morning I loved it, but rereading it now, calmer, was even more special.

The way you described the place it's so... Sterile. I imagine the only thing that had colour was Rose's suit 😔. My poor drugged Heaven asking for her Amos. I love her your honour!!

My feeelings when they met! 😭😭. Rosie still having that little things that have in 1900s 🥺. Even when in this era she's way (waaaaaaaay) calmer, there's still part of her that burns for social justice. I never mention this but she hates that fashion, the pretty dresses for example, it's just for the upper class. She can't believe that cloth she gets for a few pounds can cost thousands of them when the big brands sell it. So she going there and offering an opportunity to other people is very her.

And of course she'd smile at her! She hasn't any reasons to not do it. And I'm sure she found her adorable.

"You're pretty, you look like a beautiful rose" 🥺. Of course she won her heart with those words 😭. Rose here, and everywhere, has self-esteem issues (part of why she hates Tommy is because she knows he is handsome and Alfie finds him attractive. Same with James... "Why is this man interested in me when he can have some really beautiful girl?") So Heaven saying something like that filled her heart with joy.

The second part 😂😂. You described so well Rose's impatience 🤭. Of course she can have some more patience with Heaven that some other person, but Hev is testing her so bad! Girl, please.

“I’m trying to make her a dress, but she’s got the attention span of a hyperactive hyena pup snorting cocaine.”

The way I laughed today and now that I reread this too 😂. I didn't know (or I didn't remember) that she was that hyperactive. Both girls are more or less the same height, but I'm sure Heaven is way stronger than Rose, so poor Rosie is fighting a battle she can't win 🤭.

Amos, darling, you're not helping at all. I loved their interaction so much 😂. I'm beyond surprised the good team Amos and Rose are. I love everything, including the first part where she felt intimidated by him at first... Of course! And he's there for a reason. But the way he's soft with Hev. They're beautiful, I really like them.

At least, they succeeded to keep the little hyena calm. Two people vs one girl 😂.

And the last part!! 😭😭😭.

There went my heart. The most unexpected friendship and a perfect one, too.

Hev getting her hyena!! 🥺. She deserves someone to cuddle with now that Amos is gone (my feelings.. she's so alone there now)

The book of poems was beautiful but the bracelet 🤧🤧. It's so meaningful!! Rose's not taking it off anymore, except when it's bath time. Hev really spent time doing it for Rose... I'm going to cry. Both girls enjoying that day of December together... I can't ❤️. They're adorable.

I know when she's out of there they're going to spend time together when they can. Probably Hev can wear her dresses for future events 🥺. At least now Rose has her measurements so, it'll be easier 😂.

I loved this fic so much. Sooo much!! Thanks for writing, Shark!

I have one for you half written that I started this weekend, take it as canon divergent because some things don't follow your timeline, but just little things so it can be ignored. It's based mostly on our random (and unhinged) posts 😂. I'll try to finish it before the end of the week.

A Rose in the Corridor

summary: Pairing Modern!Darkling x OC || Amos x Heaven (PB)

Sometimes, all it takes to bring joy to a mental hospital is a fashion designer. And bringing joy is Rose Coldwell's, stylist student, specialty. or 3 times Rose saved the day.

Part I. Part II.

Content: tooth rotting fluff. Mention of graphic physical violence. Aleksander Morozova’s modern Identity is Amos.

notes: Rose is @justrainandcoffee's OC

+ This belongs to a modern!AU collection of scenes featuring reader of Echo of Shadows.

1: The Rose in the Corridor

The corridor was deathly quiet as Heaven walked back from isolation, still foggy and dizzy from the heavy dose of medication they gave her in the hope of keeping her quiet. With her steps lazy and her long white hair hanging from her face, she seemed a bit disoriented in this endless maze of hallways and, this time, Amos wasn’t there to help.

Heaven let out a little sigh, the stillness pressed against her like a weight, amplifying the ache of solitude that had clung to her ever since they dragged her into that stark white room. A room in which she couldn’t even knock herself out with the walls. All she could do was spiral, recalling the screams of the tall darkness and hers when they separated them, locking them up in a different cell.

As she dragged her soulless body, her bare feet making no sound on the cold linoleum, she suddenly stopped at the melody of a soft voice she hadn’t heard before. She paused, lingering at the edge of the hallway, drawn by the warmth in the tone.

“I really think it could help them,” the voice said, full of conviction, tenderness but also tinged with a bit of defiance.

Peering around the corner, the white-haired creature saw the newest nurse of the service standing with a woman she didn’t recognize — A strikingly beautiful stranger, her brown hair swept into an elegant ponytail and a little frown on her pouty face. No straight jacket or the awful hospital uniform, she was wearing a perfectly tailored green coat cinched at the waist with a belt. Heaven didn’t know anything about clothes but even she could easily tell that the woman’s outfit was designed for her and that, consequently, it was pricey.

“It’s unconventional,” the nurse replied, her tone skeptical and hesitant, wondering if she could take this kind of huge decision by herself. “But if you think patients would be interested in your project…”

“They will,” Rose interrupted with a soft but firm determination, her eyes sparkling with hope at the idea of one hospital agreeing with her project after days of declining replies. “It’s not about interest. It’s about giving them something beautiful. A chance to feel… like themselves again. To bring their worth to light after life crushed them! This place needs that.” Rose added the last sentence with a hint of sadness laced in her tone as she quickly glanced around the sanitized and dull corridors of the hospital.

The nurse sighed but didn’t argue further. Maybe she was right…

Heaven tilted her head — something about the woman captivated her. Maybe it was the way she carried herself with such certainty like she could bend the world to her will with a single look. Or maybe it was the warmth in her voice, so foreign in this cold, sterile place. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the little anarchist demeanor she exuded. Wherever her fascination for the woman came from, the killer doll couldn’t help but stare with those chilling, frozen blue eyes of hers.

Their eyes met suddenly, Rose’s gaze catching hers.

Heaven froze. While she was used to being noticed because of her eerie aura and exceptional appearance, she wasn’t used to being welcomed by a warm smile.

The nurse followed Rose’s gaze and stiffened when she saw the blonde woman, almost jumping a little bit as if she had been turning her back to some kind of dangerous beast that could have pounce on her back and rip her throat. “Heaven,” she said curtly, her tone guarded, “You’re supposed to go back to your room.”

“Where’s Amos?…” The murder doll drawled, her voice tired and croaky from having screamed too much. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt at the same time.

Rose raised a brow, amused, as curiosity lighted up her features as she studied Heaven — she was… splendid. Otherworldly. Effortlessly pretty even here, in her inmate uniform and the reddish circles under her eyes.

“I’m serious Heaven. Nurse Betty said you have to go back to your —“

“Oh,” the crazy girl blurted, her voice uncharacteristically soft as she cut off the nurse and completely ignored her. “You’re… pretty. You look like a beautiful rose.” The corner of her lips stretched into an odd smirk, naturally but unwillingly menacing and awkward.

The nurse blinked in shock, her mouth slightly agape. To be honest, Heaven was rarely sweet—never kind—and certainly not to strangers. Such a sudden sympathy was more than surprising.

Rose beamed, offering the blonde girl a radiant smile as her frown disappeared from her face. “And you look like an angel,” she said, her voice like a joyful lilt.

Here she was — her perfect model.

2: Hyena Pup Snorting Cocaine

No one expected the crazy chick to agree to be Rose’s model. And no one expected the headmaster of the psych ward to give his permission either, but the stars had aligned and there they were, in the common room three weeks later for their usual meeting.

Heaven shifted from foot to foot, her arms flailing slightly as Rose tried to measure the length of her torso for the fifth time.

“Stop fidgeting,” Rose said gently, her voice patient despite the obvious frustration beginning to creep into her tone.

“I’m not fidgeting,” Heaven retorted even though she immediately twitched as if to prove her wrong. Staying still was harder than what she thought.

The stylist let out a small laugh and stepped back, hands on her hips and one brow raised, trying to appear firm but failing instantly for her affection for the patient was too strong. “You’re impossible. Do you know how hard it is to take proper measurements when you’re moving like a squirrel on caffeine?”

“I’m not a squirrel,” The killer doll mumbled, crossing her arms on her small breasts and accidentally knocking the measuring tape out of Rose’s hands in the process.

"Aaargghhh! You're going to be the death of me!"

Leaning against the doorframe, Amos watched the scene unfold from his usual spot, his void-black eyes glinting with amusement. He had appeared without a sound, like a shadow slowly creeping into the room.

"What's this?" He asked, stepping into the common room, "Some kind of torture session?"

"No," Rose said, shooting him a playful glare -- after three weeks here, she had learned that whenever the angel was, the tall darkness loomed nearby. At first, she had felt uncomfortable around Amos, for his pitch-black eyes and his whole body language exuded the predatory nature of a wild cat. But the more she saw him soften with Heaven, the more she came to the conclusion that even dangerous men could be tamed by love. And tamed he was each time he glanced at the blonde doll. “I’m trying to make her a dress, but she’s got the attention span of a hyperactive hyena pup snorting cocaine.”

Heaven huffed, glaring at both of them now. “I can stay still!” She exclaimed.

“You haven’t for the last fifteen minutes,” Rose pointed out before running a hand through her hair, exhausted by the end of the semester coming, all the forms to fill for her new flat with James, and an unruly model. “Amos, would you mind giving me a hand instead of standing in the corner, mocking me?”

Amos raised a brow, clearly entertained. His smug smirk stretched. “What, you need me to hold her down?”

“Something like that,” Rose replied, "Just do something because if your plan was just to lean against the door and look handsome well you can leave or else I'll throw needles at you!"

"Fine, fine. No need to threaten me."

Watching the back and forth between the tall darkness and the small rose, Heaven scowled but didn’t protest as Amos moved smoothly behind her. The dark-haired man placed his large and warm hands firmly on her shoulders, his grip definitely steady but not harsh. “There. Now stay still, or I’ll have to start singing lullabies to keep you calm.”

"Fuck you," The crazy blonde squirmed a little but froze almost instantly when he leaned closer, bringing his mouth in her ear to whisper in a low voice, "Behave, little hyena." The tip of his nose gently bumped against her cheek in a playful, teasing way, "Or I'll have to make you behave". Her cheeks flushed and she bit her lip, suddenly very aware of how close he was. Aware of every shape of his body fitting snuggly with her as he stood just behind.

Rose took the opportunity to quickly drape the fabric over Heaven’s petite frame, pinning it in place as she worked with her skilled fingers. “Perfect,” she said, glancing up at Amos with a grateful gleam in her eyes. “You’re surprisingly good at this.”

“I’ve got practice,” Amos replied, pressing a bit more on the white-haired brat with his hands. His thumbs were tenderly caressing her in circular motions.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?!” Heaven snapped, though her voice lacked its usual bite

“Whatever you want it to mean,” He purred and it made her melt.

Rose chuckled as she straightened up, stepping back to admire her work. “Done. You can unleash the beast now, Amos!"

Heaven wriggled a little bit and stepped out of the tall darkness's grip with her cheeks still pink, "Both of you are the worst.” She mumbled under her breath, but the little grin on her juicy lips betrayed her own amusement.

3: Something Meaningful

Snow blanketed the hospital grounds as December rolled in. No matter how expensive and new the mental hospital was, it still felt like the chill of winter was seeping through the walls and into Heaven’s bones. With Amos gone, the days felt heavier, the nights colder and her soul entirely empty. She was sitting on the couch, her knees drawn to her chest as she stared out the windows, dissociating. A part of her expected to find a bit of comfort in the view, but the sky was dull and gray, and the snow in the courtyard reduced to a disgusting browning muck.

“Hello,” Rose’s voice called gently.

Turning, she found Rose standing at the common room's entrance, holding a neatly wrapped package in her hands.

“What’s that?” Heaven asked, her voice quiet, "And what are you doing here? It's almost Christmas, shouldn't you spend time with James?" She sniffed a little before putting her chin on her knees while her far too pale eyes observed the young stylist.

"Don't be so gloomy!" Rose walked over and placed the package in her lap. “It’s for you. Open it.”

"For me?" Heaven repeated, surprised. Her fingers started brushing the shiny paper, “You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” Rose interrupted with a gentle smile, "It's from James and I. It's not as warm as Amos but it's clearly more comfortable and less annoying."

Slowly, Heaven unwrapped the gift and, when she saw what was inside, her breath caught in her throat: it was a hyena plushie, its fur incredibly soft and it's open mouth pulled into a huge grin as though it was silently laughing.

“I remembered you said it was your favorite animal,” Rose explained, sitting down beside her. “Fierce. Loyal. A little misunderstood. It reminded me of you.” Rose also wanted to add that it was the nickname the tall darkness always gave her but she didn't want to rub salt in the wound by talking too much about him.

Heaven’s throat tightened as she stared at the toy. It was silly, maybe, but no one had ever given her something so thoughtful. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice rasping and her face veiled with a bit of confusion, not knowing how to deal with emotions.

Rose sat on the couch next to her, “You’re welcome.”

After a moment of comfortable silence, the young stylist's hand playing with one of the crazy girl's pigtails, Heaven stood quite abruptly and left the room, leaving Rose blinking in confusion for she often forgot how unpredictable the killer doll was.

When Heaven returned, she held a small box in her hands.

“For you,” she said, thrusting it toward Rose, " I know you don't celebrate Christmas soooo... I don't know, consider it a Hannukah gift or something like that?"

Completely surprised, Rose opened the box carefully, revealing a well-worn poetry book and a handmade bracelet made with tiny pale pink beads and golden charms strung together in a pattern that felt both deliberate and unique. Among the charms was a rose.

“I made it,” Heaven said quickly. “It’s not much, but… I thought it’d suit you.”

Not wasting more time, Rose slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, the silver catching the bright neon's light as she did so, “It’s perfect. It mends the fact you're an awful model to work with despite your beauty.”

And for the very first time since Amos' departure, Heaven let out a laugh — a real, genuine laugh that echoed in the room and filled it with joy. Sitting together, the hyena plushie cradled in her lap and Rose’s bracelet glinting on her wrist, the coldness of the season felt a little more bearable.

Tags: @justrainandcoffee @zablife @cillmequick @peakyswritings @evita-shelby @shelbydelrey @jjovin3221

Shadow and Bone tags: @lunawants , @emtaz-art, @lightinbug, @kmc1989, @thepassionatereader @mystic-mara

[sharkface-daydreams]

The Yurch AU summary — Re:Seasons chunk!

Ok. This got a little complicated bc I had to figure out where everybody was and when lol and I probably still fucked up a bunch of stuff

actual footage of me putting this chunk of the AU together:

under a cut for ease of scrolling 😊

So! when Tex broke back into the MOI to get Alpha, they were able to convince Carolina along by having Tex jump into York's armor for a sec (I figure when she works out she's an AI she's a smart enough cookie to work out how Omega did it) and pop up on his shoulder like the other AI while her robot body just goes 'zhoop' and slumps over bc it's empty. And Carolinas like 👀💧 wait I've been fighting a robot and York's like 🥺 Come on Carolina, we gotta run Carolina so she goes with.

Tex splits up with them when she finds out they moved Alpha to Blood Gulch to look after him, and York and Lina keep working on gathering evidence to take PFL down and also avoid/stop the Meta.

They find Tex jumped inside the ship to escape recapture and they get her into her kinda beat up robot body. She fills the rest of them in on what PFL's been up to (except she doesn't seem to want to tell Church he's the Alpha until it's absolutely necessary) and they plan to spring Epsilon and the other AIs free from the storage.

Wash picks up Caboose and Church from Rats Nest like usual, but they pick up "Private Argus" who has "Relocation orders" to another base and they drop him off on the way. But he's actually got orders from command to keep tailing Wash. Unfortunately, he's spent the last 14 months pretending to be a fucking klutz instead of, u know, using his actual skills so Wash is like "why don't u come on out and stop eavesdropping Argus" and Argus/RI is like well fuk ok I may as well blow my cover completely and Church roasts the fuck out of him bc how can this dumbass possibly be a freelancer

Meanwhile South and Theta are scheming to lure the Meta in by leaving Theta and the bubble shield and activating their recovery beacons. North is distraught but Theta's like "This is the only way I can protect you, you took care of me for a long time, let me take care of you too. Besides, siblings gotta stay together, and Sigma's obviously gone bonkers so I gotta help him so he stops hurting Maine." So the Dakotas fake their deaths, the Meta snatches up what he came for, and the very cramped warthog full of Wash, Tex, Rhodey, Church and Caboose rolls up a bit too late. Wash radios Command, says Dakotas are dead, and they round up some explosive stuff.

The corpses disappear while they're doing that. They're like ??????? but figure the deaths were staged and move on bc they got stuff to do.

Meanwhile Delta's about to pull the same shit bc he thinks he can talk some sense into Sigma. So Meta winds up with almost everybody (Carolina just flat out refuses to let Eta and Iota do the same.)

Meta sends the Reds after the Blues as usual, and tracks the entire group to the storage facility. They don't unleash an EMP this time, just knock out the communications systems that allow outside communication.

Tex knocks out Meta and they pull the AIs and secure them for transport. Caboose is surprisingly competent with the AIs and lovingly helps remove each of them from storage and tells them don't worry he's their new friend Caboose and they're all going on a trip to a new place where there's gonna be lots of friends and everyone's gonna be so happy to see them so just sit tight and wear your seatbelts and we'll all go home real soon.

Tex escapes the facility with Church and Caboose and Rhodey and the AIs in tow and head back to one of the safehouses Wash had been working out of. Wash waits for Meta (or hopefully Maine) to wake back up, make sure he's ok. Takes him back to a different safehouse to rest bc Maine woke up with the world's biggest melon-splitter of a migraine, he's gonna need a dark quiet room for a while.

Alpha decides to go talk to Epsilon first, and they get things sorted out, share the burden of memories both old and new, real and fake. Tex and Wash are literally right outside so that helps to cement that the Director and Counselor lied to them and all the Freelancers are fine. Well, Wyoming's 'dead' but that was because he tried to kidnap Tucker's kid and Tucker stabbed him. (He's not, actually, Gary lied to protect him and Wyoming and Zombie Florida fucked off into the sunset together, but no one finds that out until later when they remember Gary's still in the Blood Gulch computers and go pick him up.)

Alpha and Epsilon don't recombine? exactly but they do join forces and form a sort of hybrid entity (Alphalon! but also just. 'Church' bc that's kind of a goofy name and they feel weird saying it) and work on talking to each of the other fragments individually, helping them sort thru which memories are false with the help of the very alive freelancers that are goofing around at the new bases they moved to with the other Reds and Blues.

York and Lina show up eventually looking for Tex, Wash and Maine come by to check on the Blues, the Dakotas hear about other Freelancers being around and make their way over. Theta and Delta are like 😍😍 you're okay!! and everyone is shocked to see Church suddenly yelling "North! South!" and running over to the new tall fella and basically tackling him for a hug. South laughs at him and then Theta hug tackles her too. The eyes are magenta so it's a dead giveaway it's not Alphalon Church but it's still very weird.

Sarge made everybody pick sides so now the Freelancers are in on the color divided shenanigans and participating willingly. It's good times. Here is a handy chart of team divisions

Rhodey's grown fond of these assholes and is sticking around for a bit of a vacation before he leaves to find his friend Oregon who'd gotten his arm mangled during a mission and got sent home before the break-in/MOI crash.

The Sandtrap dig goes smoothly bc CT didn't die and just fucked off with the Innies, and Tucker and Yurch and Junior come by to visit everybody since they got some vacation time, also Donut shows up too. Kai comes by completely by accident, she was supposed to meet with a publicity agent for her music festival. I'm not 100% on where Donut was stationed or or why he ended up taking the squad an SOS from Tucker?

Church is like 'Hey man did u know ur an AI too?" and Lee's just like "yeah of course we figured it out a while ago" and Alphalon is like how?!?!

Anyway, not all the AIs want to return to being a whole person, some aren't capable of reintegrating, some don't want to, some enjoy being their own person. I figure they sort of function together like a system in the same android body.

They absolutely want to kill the Director and that's the next road trip but Church wants everybody settled in and brought up to speed and supported properly before they do any more hijinks. They find a bunch of robot bodies in the facility when they do go track down Dr. Dickhead Sadboy McDeadwife so anyone who wants their own body can have one! (honestly? living the fucking life, I want my own body so I can smooch my in-system partner and braid its hair 💕😔)

whew. I think that's most of it. idk how much people care about Rhode Island, but he gets to go see his old friend/crush Oregon and their friend Delaware actually works a few blocks down in his mom's shop making terrifying robots and doing repairs n stuff. so they get their own little reunion :3

[staysuki]

Opinions on season 2: I'm actually really glad that we have season 2 because I would not have shipped y/n×jeongin without it, my reasoning being that it seemed like in season 1, Jeongin placed Jiyeun higher on his priority list than y/n, despite the signs of Jiyeun being a horrible person being astoundingly clear, I just thought that y/n didn't deserve that sort of situation, but season 2 is finally giving me a reason to say that Jeongin and y/n deserve to be OTP. I really love the plot of season 2, the story's progression is going so well, and I love seeing our lovely Hwang twins get as much screentime as they're getting in this fic because the sibling dynamic is *chef's kiss*

On another note, I don't think there should be a season 3 of this particular fic because I feel like after season 2 ends, there'll be a sense of completion which would make season 3 feel like a drag on, but but but, and this is vital, atleast to my wellbeing, I need more sibling stuff from you since you write it so well, so a tiny hwang spin off would be to die for.

Anyways, I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH IT'S SO GOOD LIKE PTODIDICSIDJ HOW?

Also, to my beloved bs, the plan to go to Minho's restaurant sounds perfect, meet you there at 7 (which timezone though-) and Ash, wear something boob themed so that we can spot you and know who to avoid, thanks love ❤️ jk, but all the best not getting kicked out by Minho

And you wanted to get stabbed, so I have this, my cousin sent it to me the other day and it's perfect for this situation, so:

✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)🔪✧ᔆᵗᵃᵇ ᔆᵗᵃᵇ ᔆᵗᵃᵇᵇᵇᵇᵇ

-🍕

Yes omg thank u 👀

I do believe that I ended season 1 abruptly with an "oop they r together now, bye." but i do love the way i had written the story and the ending definitely seemed like a call for season 2 (even though i kept it a secret until the actual post cuz i was really second guessing releasing it). I moreso started season 2 with the thought of wanting to try and write an established relationship au where it's not all flowers and sunshine. That the rollercoaster of emotions that is their relationship have it's repercussions in the way they would trust each other (oop, hint). And yes!! I'm a sucker for the Hwang siblings trope 😭❤️.

Yeah, honestly I have zero plans for season 3, it's just me not wanting to let go of these amazing characters 😔 (and because i'm dreading going back to jyp-u smau series cuz i feel like i wrote myself on a wall with that one).

A little spoilie too is that season 2 will end on a timeskip oooh 😏😏😏, and since I ended up extending the arcs in this fic (a consequence of me rushing minho's smau), i'm taking my time with this one. A spin-off would be fun but I think I have enough time to showcase a good Hwang siblings story in this series that it'll be enough. Alternatively, I WAS thinking of a spin-off but then I thought "wHO woULd bE tHe MC????? aRe tHere goNNa bE tWO y/Ns???" which is honestly just funny to think about.

And yes, see you guys at 7, for the sake of fun, we'll all arrive in different timezones. I already have my fit ready: i don't think minho will kick me out with this one :,)))) right???

also im stealing that emoticon now