#return to you

[sanccharine]

return to you | sy (1)

superhero au, doctor au

pairing: superhero!siyeon x doctor!reader 

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 2.7k

warnings: descriptions of injuries, blood

summary: siyeon is dead set on saving you, even if it means shirking her responsibilities. you weren't going to let her.

a/n: sequel to stay is finally here for this request ! but in parts bc i haven't finished the rest of it lol. also this is the first fic i've posted this year that's not hufflepuff!tzu or assassin!momo, i think ?

part 2 | part 3

“What I'm doing here is under-researched,” you said, swiping your keycard. The glass door unlocked with a click, you pushed the door to enter the main research hub.

Gawking like children at an aquarium, the handful of eager graduates filed in. With a smile on your face, you watch them take in everything that comes into their sight. They split into smaller groups, pointing and discussing the equipment they’ve only seen at a distance. One girl remained at the back, her laptop flat against her front as she looked around at her own pace. 

Moments like these make you second-guess your decision to choose research over teaching. You missed teaching, you missed it so much. Actively working with students, helping them when they’re in difficult spots, and being their support system. There was just something invigorating about it. Definitely beats being locked away in a lab for hours on end. But then your desire to discover would be unsated. When you tried to balance them between the two, you only ran yourself into the ground… and dragged down others with you. 

For now, taking in graduates is the next best compromise. Of course, that is if they decide to join you.

“Due to the nature of my research, the work hours will be extensive. But you will be appropriately compensated,” you said, making your way to the desk in the middle of the room. 

With a swipe of your hand, a screen flickered to life, projecting the most recent test run. Very quickly, you explained the logistics of the experiment and answered any questions the students asked. And pretty soon, your hour had come to an end.

“Depending on what area you decide to work in, you will be based in different locations,” some students were already flipping to the map on their brochure. “But otherwise, this is the end of your tour. Now it's up to you to make your decision. Good job making it this far!”

With another swipe of the hand, the screen flickered off as the students clapped. They dispersed, no doubt considering their decisions with fellow graduates before they were asked to leave. Some of them were familiar faces. You already knew what research programs they would pick, even if they didn’t know it themselves yet. While others milled around discussing their thoughts, one young girl made her way to you. If you remember correctly, her name was Lee Gahyeon.

“Doctor, it was lovely to see you again,” with her laptop tucked in one hand, she extended the other to shake yours. 

“It’s lovely to see you again too, Gahyeon,” you said, accepting her hand, “but I have to say I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Why’s that?” she asked, using her hand to push up her glasses.

“I just didn’t think this was—”

An explosion rocked the building, throwing both you and Gahyeon off balance. On instinct, you grabbed her, your arm breaking her fall. There was a moment of stillness before a hissing sound filtered in. Another blast sent tremors through the ground.

You covered Gahyeon’s face with your arm but fortunately, nothing fell on the both of you. 

The explosion wasn’t at your building. But it was close enough.

Evacuation alarms began to blare as the lights flashed red.

“Take the stairs on the left! Door is unlocked,” you ordered over the alarms. 

The students were filing out as asked while you picked yourself up from the floor. Helping Gahyeon up, you scanned her for injuries. She seemed to be fine, still clutching her laptop protectively. 

“Are you injured?” you asked just for good measure, as you led her to the exit. 

“No, Doctor, I’m alright,” Gahyeon said, oddly unperturbed.

You nodded, patting your right pocket to make sure your access key was still on you. Another blast rocked the building just as you made the stairs, you weren’t easily thrown this time. The lower you went, the more crowded it became as even more people poured in from the floors. Thankfully, only a handful of students were left in your care, all of whom were still in your sight. However, that didn’t last long.

The main lobby, usually pristine and quiet, was now chaotic. A mass of panicked people moved in all directions, struggling to find those they’d lost or rushing to the entrance. A sight like this was commonplace in your city, you were trained for it. But it still stopped you for a moment. Fortunately, security guards were already evacuating people through the intended emergency exit. Yet, you still wanted to make sure the graduates made it though.

You only looked away for a second. You don’t know how you lost sight of her but Gahyeon wasn’t there.

You couldn’t help it. You had to look for her.

The security guards called after you, but you were already making your way towards the lobby's main entrance. It was stupid. It was even more stupid to believe you’d find her in this crowd. People shoved and stepped on your feet, you were breathing harder. The moment you passed the glass doors, air filtered back into your lungs. But it offered no relief because it was thick suffocating smoke.

Then that hissing sound returned. 

Much clearer now. 

You couldn’t locate it. 

You couldn’t make sense of it. 

You couldn’t do anything but watch the building across the street erupt.

People screamed as they scattered with the blast, weightless much like the glass shards pouring down.

You only remembered the sensation of flight before everything went black.

A strange stiffness, not exactly numbness, spread down the length of your left shoulder accompanied by searing pain just above your elbow. That was the first thing you felt. 

The second was the incessant pats on your cheek. Groaning, you waved your right hand in hopes of getting the patting to stop. Instead, you were welcomed with a cry. 

Your eyes fluttered open and with great struggle, they were able to focus. You were face to face with Siyeon, unmasked. That unsettled you. 

Siyeon looked as though she’d just run across the city, fighting every local gang, drug cartel, and trafficking port, all in a span of an hour. Her face was caked with dirt and blood. Her mask sat bunched up beneath her chin. That midnight black hair of hers, depthless as always, was pulled back tightly, a few escaped strands sutkc to her sweaty forhead. Yet, the most startling features were Siyeon’s eyes. All white with how wide they were, peering right through you. 

You pulled away from her. Uncomfortable under her stare, but not as uncomfortable as the jagged stone pressing into your sore back. Siyeon had you propped up against a brick wall. Still regaining your bearings, you didn’t make out what she was muttering when she pulled you into a hug. Her face nuzzled into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, her tears wetting your skin. 

“I thought I lost—I thought you,” her voice was barely audible over your groan. “You were—” 

Her breath hitched as a sob passed her lips. However, you couldn’t tear your eyes from the flashing lights and the faint sounds of sirens… situated buildings away from you. The real indicator of how far away you were from everything was the eighty-floor skyscraper illuminated by a terrifying array of blue and red. The main headquarters of your research facility. 

“Siyeon, where are we?” you couldn’t help but ask even though it was pretty clear you were in a secluded alley, safe from everything going on. 

Your voice was raspy, understandably so, your tongue felt like sandpaper when you tried to wet your lips. Siyeon tried to compose herself. Inhaling and exhaling into your neck, feeling your warmth, your pulse underneath her hand before pushing away. She took a moment to look at you again, a sort of relief passed over her breath and stuttered out. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her tears trailing a clear path through dirt and dried blood, but they didn’t look afraid anymore. 

“You’re hurt, I found you, passed out, you—” Siyeon paused, closing her eyes when her breath hitched again. When your working hand cupped her cheek, she exhaled, no stuttering this time. “I brought you away from the explosions. The blast knocked you out, completely.” 

Siyeon sputtered when mentioning that but caught herself. She covered your hand with hers and pushed her cheek into your grasp, sighing at the sensation. 

“I found you on the stairs, at the entrance to building two. There's a huge gash down your left arm, I think you lost quite a bit of blood. I don’t think you’re concussed,” you felt fine apart from the pain in your left arm, just slightly exhausted. You shook your head and Siyeon finally let out a chuckle.  “Alright, Doc, you’re not concussed. But you’re still injured and I’m taking you home. That’s final.”

“Siyeon, don’t—”

“I said that’s final!” Siyeon yelled, gripping both your shoulders and pushing you into the wall. 

You looked at her. She looked at you. 

In an instant, she fell backwards, clasping both her hands to her chest as you let out a pained gasp. 

Clenching your teeth, you tilted your head up to breathe in hopes of alleviating the pain. A soft whimper from the back of your throat escaped you without permission and you glared at the sky. You needed to get used to this pain and get used to it fast. You couldn’t let it deter your focus. You were wasting time. 

With a groan, you focused all your energy on curling your fingers into a fist. The pain that shot up your left arm was sharp, making you shudder. But once the sensation passed, so did the stiffness. You did just that a few more times, all the while not missing how Siyeon kept mumbling apologies. 

“Siyeon,” you called to her, finally able to somewhat lift your left arm. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

“Siyeon, please,” you nudged her with your leg. 

She just shook her head. Her nails dug into her thighs as she kneeled before you, almost reverent. 

“Siyeon, please, would you just look at me?”

She scrunched her eyes shut, blowing out a shaky breath. Then, from underneath her lashes, Siyeon looked up at you. 

“Come here,” you extended your right hand. 

Akin to a wary animal, she gingerly took your hand before moving forward. When you pulled her close to you, a deep exhale left as her forehead found purchase on your shoulder again. Naturally, you wrapped your arm around her, running circles on her back as she continued to mutter apologies. Siyeon had stopped her sobbing, yet she continued to tremble, so much that you tightened your hold on her. You’ve never seen her so distraught. 

“I’m here, I’m fine,” you pressed her flush against your side before repeating the words. 

A few moments later, she pulled back. Only enough to look down at her. Her breathing was back to normal, but tears still stained her eyes. You couldn’t take the look she was giving you. 

“Now you know how I felt every time you showed up at my door,” you breathed out. 

It was supposed to be a joke. At least, you think that was the intention. Something to alleviate the tension. 

It didn’t come out that way. 

There was too much honesty in that statement to ever treat it so lightly. You couldn’t help but pour some of the animosity you’d felt in the years you were together. All of those tiny moments building up to your painful separation. You wished you reigned in your emotions better. 

Because it was wrong. 

It was wrong to throw that in her face, now of all times. Especially when she was so close, that you could witness every single emotion that flicked across her face. 

“I hated every second of it. I never want to feel it again.”

Right, if only it was that easy.

“You handled it way better than I did,” Siyeon confessed. A strange look passed her face when she glanced at your arm. “Even now.” 

Siyeon didn’t give you the chance to respond. She pulled back as she furiously swiped at her eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line. Perhaps, that was smart of her. And maybe for once, you’ll bite your tongue. 

Sighing, you reached out to her. You carefully drag the pad of your thumb across her furrowed eyebrows, a familiar instinct. Then just as naturally, you moved to place a kiss on her forehead. 

“Are you—” Siyeon nodded before you could finish the question. 

“I’m still taking you home,” Siyeon shook her head when you tried to speak. “You have to let me take you home. Please, I’m not leaving you here. I can’t leave you here.”

“I’m fine, I promise,” Siyeon sent you a scathing glare but you pressed on. “We’re not too far away—”

“You’re aware you’re telling that to the person who carried you here, right?” Siyeon asked, folding her arms. “Who, by the way, happens to have superpowers and still is tired and sweaty from the trip.”

“I think you’re more sweaty from all the anxiety when you thought I—”

“Too soon. Not funny.” 

Siyeon always managed to lighten the situation with you. Maybe jokes were just not your thing. 

“It is far, fine. But I am feeling better,” it was your time to shake your head when she tried to interject. “I’m not concussed but still exhausted, walking back would be a terrible idea, I know. I can probably get a cab back to my hospital—”

“Oh, you mean the hospital that’s up in flames?” 

“Our buildings weren’t being attacked,” you rolled your eyes at her exaggeration. “Actually, I think they were energy blasts with—”

“That is still an attack,” Siyeon deadpanned and you shook your head, vehemently. There was something more, that familiar hissing before the disruptive blast. 

“No, no, you don’t—never mind, that’s not the problem right now,” you said, filing the thought away. “Seriously, our buildings weren’t being attacked. Only those in our vicinity were.”

“This was a distraction,” Siyeon answered and you nodded eagerly, unable to hide the surge of pride. 

“More or less, they’re after something else,” you glanced at the skyscraper ahead, now surrounded by helicopters. “And there's a good chance it's back in our labs.”

“Then I’m definitely not letting you go back or anywhere near your lab until—”

A beep interrupted Siyeon. A beep you were once familiar with.

You sent Siyeon a confused look, but she just mirrored yours.  

The beep played again. You definitely recognized that sound. 

Siyeon, still a bit confused, backed away from you. She lifted her left wrist and pushed back her sleeve. Instead of showing the time like it usually did, Siyeon’s watch glowed a vibrant blue. An incoming call. Siyeon could only stare, frozen in place. 

“Tell me that’s not who I think it is?” you whispered. 

“Yes, it is,” Siyeon muttered back, fingers shaking as they inched closer to the screen.

“I thought you stopped working for them.”

“I thought so too,” she scoffed when a familiar face appeared. The watch answered the call for Siyeon, a shaky hologram washing her in a blue light.

“Cygnus Protocol,” your blood chilled. You looked up to catch Siyeon’s gaze, but all she did was glare holes into the hologram. “Agents report to these coordinates,” with that, the face disappeared and was replaced by a map.

“Wait, wait, agents?!” you asked, on instinct looking at every hidden corner for a camera. When you couldn’t find anything, you pulled away and pressed yourself against the brick wall, as if you could become one with it. “How does he know?”

“That’s what I’m thinking,” Siyeon said as she studied the map with a frown. It was quite the distance, in fact, it was the exact opposite of where you were currently situated. Near the other side of the city. 

Meaningless blasts. Out of bound distress call. Something wasn’t adding up here. You must get back to the labs. And Siyeon—

“Siyeon, you have to go,” she only chewed her bottom lip as she considered it. “You have to leave if he—”

“Would you go?” Siyeon asked, swiping at her watch before looking up at you. 

You gulped, afraid for the first time tonight. 

Without the blue light, Siyeon was only dimly lit by the moonlight. The flickering street lights far down the alleyway, painted her shadows much darker so that it was difficult to discern her clearly. 

However, one thing was abundantly clear. 

Siyeon was angry.

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a/n: i'll post the rest of it when im not crying over my exams ;-; anyways hope everyone has a good day/night !

tagging: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

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[sanccharine]

return to you | sy (2)

superhero au, doctor au

pairing: superhero!siyeon x doctor!reader 

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 2.1k

warnings: descriptions of injuries, blood, violence

summary: siyeon is dead set on saving you, even if it means shirking her responsibilities. you weren’t going to let her.

a/n: part 2 of the sequel to stay is finally here for this request ! it is here early (well earlier than expected) bc im procrastinating studying :D

part 1 | part 3

To say Siyeon was angry would be an understatement. 

Siyeon was irritated. Siyeon was frustrated. Siyeon was furious. Absolutely and maddeningly livid. 

And most of all, Siyeon didn’t want to be here. 

Here couldn’t be any further away from where she wanted to be. 

Here was not next to you. 

Uncaring about the consequences, Siyeon did what she knew best. 

With immense speed and deadly accuracy, she slammed into the figure shrouded in white. 

Ghost.

The villain was flung back, their spine first to hit the concrete wall on this desolate rooftop. From the impact, cracks spiderwebbed up the wall as Ghost groaned. Blood spurted from her mouth and dripped down her neck. Vibrant crimson against the stark white suit. With a morbid desire, Siyeon hoped her ribs and spine would crack like the wall. 

Siyeon glanced behind her, just in time to catch a ripple of gold. 

Chronos.

Siyeon seethed. With every passing second, this night worsened. 

Siyeon paced forward, mindful of any sudden movements. Although, Ghost seemed incapacitated. She was muttering something to herself, the lunatic that she is. “Leave me, you always leave me…” 

Siyeon doesn’t fall for the same trick twice. 

The superhero struck the villain with a classic roundhouse kick to the jaw, almost clinical in execution. With a clear snap, Ghost crumpled to the floor, her dagger aimed at Siyeon clattered to the ground.  

What now?

Siyeon stared at the body. This was a waste of time. 

She hissed when a blinding light landed on her followed by a metallic clunk. Smoke erupted all around her and she cursed. Within a matter of seconds, Ghost was picked up and Siyeon was left coughing. 

A quick and planned clean-up. Something wasn’t adding up here, this whole night actually. 

Another helicopter arrived only minutes later, this one was here to collect her. Siyeon should have escaped when she had the chance, she had entertained it. Unfortunately, she had some choice words to say to a certain team manager. 

Scowling, Siyeon took the rope ladder and prepared herself to face Min Yoongi. 

Ridiculous. That's what this briefing was. 

A complete waste of time. Siyeon didn’t want to be here.  

On a ginormous flat-screen, played how Ghost was supposedly ambushed. Though Siyeon saw nothing of it. Chronos was led astray, Ghost knowingly led them away, and in return, so was Siyeon. 

Distractions, all of it. And not a single person in this room has figured out what for. 

The moment they teleported onto a lone rooftop, Chronos should have known something was wrong. But they didn’t. 

Instead, they floundered and flailed, and fell to the whims of Ghost. It was pathetic. 

They were pathetic.

Perhaps, they knew that already because Siyeon counted every lost chance, every misstep that led to the bloody slit down their cheek. It was almost as if they wanted to die at the hands of Ghost. And maybe they did, who knows, certainly not Siyeon. Besides, if that was the case, that’s one less person Siyeon has to kill. 

Min Yoongi paused the moment before Chronos teleported and ran his hand down his face. 

An unbearable silence hung over the briefing room. 

Dark as the night was, and grainy as the clarity was, Siyeon knows desperation when she sees it. And Chronos was desperate. 

“Do you guys have cameras everywhere?” 

The question was accusatory. A biting jab at Min Yoongi and his so-called organisation. It was tense and mirthless, yet Siyeon couldn’t help but snigger into her hand. With a roll of her eyes, she glanced to her left, and there Chronos was, unmasked and still bleeding. It brought a grim satisfaction to Siyeon. 

“There’s clearly something going on here,” the kid fixing his gauntlets spoke up. Siyeon hadn’t really paid attention to him; dark hair, sharp eyes, and an automatic smile. Must be smart if he was tinkering with nanotech, but he mustn't be very experienced with actual missions, he seemed so young. “You never tell us anything, what even is your real name, Agent 515?”

Scratch that, this must be the kid’s first-ever field mission. 

This has to be some sort of cruel joke.

“Classified,” Chronos deadpanned. 

Siyeon sent a scathing glare at Yoongi, who could only rub his palm across his face again, reddening with every second. 

Siyeon didn’t want to be here. Shouldn’t be here.

Where she should be is by your side, making sure you’ve safely reached home. Making sure your arm is stitched up and bandaged. Making sure you’re resting instead of chasing whatever your irritating sense of morality has gotten you tangled up in. Though she ordered you to do so, Siyeon doubted you returned home after heading to the hospital. You didn’t answer when she left. No, Siyeon shouldn’t be here. 

If Min Yoongi’s little preschool band is here, lounging and discussing team-bonding activities, that means the blasts must no longer be a threat. Siyeon didn’t know how they could be so forgiving. They lost a major criminal and had unanswered attacks, which were probably a distraction for something they had yet to figure out. 

“—Cygnus Act?” 

At the mention of that title, Siyeon’s attention snapped back to the briefing. 

“Classified!” Both Yoongi and Chronos yelled at the same time. 

Another silence filled the briefing room. 

Siyeon didn’t know anything about this kid, but he was definitely smart. And that he’s been poking his head where it doesn’t belong. Siyeon sent another glare at Yoongi, who was struggling to control his own frustration. 

Enough time has been wasted. 

“I answered a distress call,” Siyeon said and all eyes turned to her, as if they were only now recognizing her presence. “That means I put away bad guys.” 

Siyeon toyed with the watch on her wrist, no longer hijacked. Instead, it just showed that it had been two hours since Siyeon left you in that alley, injured and alone. It was so impractical yet surprisingly durable. But mostly for the sake of promises, Siyeon kept the watch on her. What an enormous mistake that had been. 

“And one of them,” Scowling, Siyeon addressed this pathetic team. Her gaze slowly spans across each face before landing on Chronos. “... isn’t put away. Isn’t that right, Yoongi?” 

Chronos straightened under her stare, but they didn’t back down. There's not much you could emote apart from pain when a medic is stitching up your face, and yet they wore a mask of nonchalance. Not a single emotion bled out, unlike when they were on the roof. Siyeon would even argue they were challenging her. The audacity. 

Yoongi called to her, somewhere in the back but Siyeon wasn’t listening. “Ghost was declared no longer a priority, almost two years ago. This is what I was informed.” 

For the first time tonight, Siyeon noticed the young girl seated behind Chronos. It was only because her nails clinked against her gold-rimmed glasses when she pushed them up her nose. Her stare was blank, calculated. She didn’t look much younger than the boy. She was typing away on her laptop, and Siyeon surmised that she was also quite smart. Had to be if she was sitting in this room. And definitely, if that familiar lanyard to her right meant anything at all.

“Because they were dealt with, alongside—” Siyeon paused, then smiled at Chronos. A scoff escaped her when she recognized the slightest hint of terror in their eyes. “Thanks to the help of… Agent 515.” 

Chronos let out a small sigh of relief, as did Yoongi. When they looked away, Siyeon turned back to Yoongi.

“Was I misinformed?” Siyeon folded her arms as Yoongi gulped. To anyone else, this may seem like a genuine question. To Yoongi, this was a thinly veiled threat. 

“Perhaps, there was a misunderstanding,” sugar-coated words, from a liar. Siyeon should’ve expected nothing less. “I believe—”

Siyeon was done here. 

Abruptly, she stood up to walk out, already attempting to take off the watch. 

But then Siyeon paused, right behind Chronos’ chair. The medic froze before bumping back into the table, a bloody antibacterial wipe in her hand. For a moment, there was silence, only interrupted by Siyeon’s deep breaths, a pitiful attempt to calm herself down, 

“Listen to me, and listen carefully,” Siyeon said, gripping the top of the chair, leaning it back so she was looking directly down at Chronos. “I don't know what you’ve promised to them, or what they’ve promised you,” the idea of promises was laughable at this point. “Frankly, I don’t care—”

“If I may—”

“No, you may not, kid. This doesn’t concern you,” Siyeon was quick to cut off the boy, slamming her hand on the table making it rattle in its place. “The people here may have forgotten, or they’re choosing to ignore it.”

Siyeon took a moment to take in every person in the room again, properly this time; the girl with the laptop, the boy with his gauntlets, the shaking medic with her needle, and Min Yoongi with his bright red face. Siyeon scoffed again before returning her attention to Chronos. 

“But I know what you are, who you are, and I remember what you’ve done. And you know how I work,” Siyeon said, her voice so low now it was barely audible. “So one wrong move and I will kill you myself.”

Chronos only stared back, there was that stubbornness again. It ticked Siyeon off immensely. 

“That’s a promise I intend to keep,” Siyeon looked back to Yoongi, before letting go of Chronos’ seat, and they jerked forward. They caught themself on the table before they could headbutt the medic in the stomach. 

With that, Siyeon swiftly exited the briefing room. Unfortunately for her, Yoongi was hot on her heels. 

“Siy—Will you slow down?” 

“You lied to me, Yoongi,” Siyeon waved the watch above her head. Her legs taking her through the winding corridors of the campus, muscle memory at this point. She hated it. “You lied to all of us.” 

“What were we supposed to do?”

“Not lie!” Siyeon stopped in her tracks and swivelled around. Yoongi was quick to stop himself from crashing into her.

“Siyeon, please—”

Hearing Yoongi beg was strange, but that didn’t deter Siyeon. 

“I was told—we were told!—that our mission was complete. Three captured, two dead, one escaped. Is that what you said? Exact words? Is that right?” Yoongi nodded at the ground. “Ghost is a fitting name, isn’t it? Because she's back from the dead it seems! And if she's alive, Black Swan could be too. We never recovered her body, did we, Yoongi?”

He had nothing to say. 

“Captured means locked up, incapacitated, or better yet, executed. So why is Chronos—I’m sorry, I mean Agent 515—running the missions with rookies?” 

“They were our informant—”

“Right, of course they were, and look what good that did?” Siyeon stepped closer, forcing Yoongi to look at her. “Did we actually capture anyone? Or did you just cover up everything the second you failed?”

“Siyeon,” Yoongi’s voice was threatening, not that it affected her. 

“It had to be a cover for your screw up, right?” Siyeon pressed forward. “I mean you lied and broke the team apart?” 

“You wanted to quit,” Yoongi said, his voice barely a whisper but still accusatory. The gall to act as if the consequences aren’t the direct results of his actions—his choices!

“I never wanted to join! And yet,” Siyeon brought up the watch again, shoving it in her previous manager’s face. “I’m still here!”

Siyeon is standing again in front of Min Yoongi, two years later.

Two years later, she’s still here. 

She’s still here when no one else is.

Out of all of them, why did it have to be her?

“I trusted you, Yoongi, with my life. We all did,” Siyeon confessed. Overwhelmed with emotion, she didn’t catch Yoongi muttering 'I know’. “Some parting gift this was.” 

Siyeon crushed the watch in her hand and let the pieces fall to the ground. 

“The lab, the explosions, the rooftop, Ghost,” Siyeon looked at the shards of black glass, the last of their camaraderie crushed. “They were distractions, there was a clean-up crew. We’re still—you’re still missing something. Figure it out on your own.” 

Yoongi had the dignity to not beg again when she turned away. He didn’t look away from the remaining pieces of his gift at his feet.

“Keep your promise this time,” Siyeon said. “Don’t call me again, Yoongi.” 

The first thing Siyeon did was return to you. 

It was easier said than done. 

For some unfathomable reason, you weren’t home. A single jump through your window and Siyeon was met with silence. She specifically remembered ordering you to get home as soon as possible, so why weren’t you here? 

Sighing, Siyeon grabbed her grey hoodie from your workchair and jumped back out the window. If you weren’t home, there was only one other place to check, and somewhere deep down, she already knew this would happen. 

Siyeon patted her side pocket, feeling the outline of the access key she stole, a ridiculously tedious plan already forming in her mind.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: uh fun fact, this part was not supposed to be here, or wasn't originally planned, but then i shoved it in bc my brain said so. also really went ham with the italics on this one, damn. but yeah, same news as last time, i’ll post the next part (the final part ?) when i can. hope everyone has a good day/night !

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[mountainshroom]

Bird dad activities

[itsclydebitches]

Love it when the kinda half-formed observations you make about an episode finally come to the forefront.

Watching the start of "Dot and Bubble": Hmm, everyone in this episode is very... white.

Halfway through: The Doctor certainly continues to stand out, especially in that bright red sweater amongst all the pastels

Lindy freaking out about the Doctor and Ruby being in the same room together: I suppose that could be due to some cultural taboo about interacting in-person when everyone is supposed to communicate via bubble, but that doesn't track with what we've seen of her work day...

The "twist" that the chronically online, all white, super rich, entitled to the point of satire, willing to sacrifice others without hesitation, oh so eager to colonize people living in a literal bubble (TWO bubbles) are *gasp!* actually, devastatingly racist...

Yeah, that's not a twist. That's all deliberately interconnected. The episode didn't suddenly move from an argument about social media use to an argument about racism; the two historically go hand-in-hand.

[ambrosiagourmet]

I think one of the biggest tragedies of Laios & Falin and their relationship is how much his actions impact her life. But like. Specifically how much they WOULDN’T impact her life as much if they weren’t both stuck in such a shitty abusive situation.

This part of the Falin-tries-makeup daydream hour comic is what got me thinking about it again because truly it just... it seems like such a like an offhand comment that I'm sure Laios didn't mean to be cruel or anything. That's just like. A little kid not thinking about what they are saying. ESPECIALLY when the kid in question is Laios.

But man they depended on each other SO much as kids. Too much. It really feels like they didn't have any other source of positive reinforcement, or anyone else to share themselves with. So of course an offhand comment like that has a huge impact on Falin.

Or this little bit from one of the flashbacks:

This tears me apart. Do you think it tears him apart to think about? I think it does. I think Laios holds every small failure to care for Falin against himself.

And then there's the Bigger stuff. The way that him coping with his own trauma ended up impacting her.

Like his interest in monsters. Like him going to find a ghost, and accidentally revealing Falin's magic to the whole village in the process.

Like him needing to leave. And leaving her behind.

He shaped her life so much, and he carries so much guilt for it. And again, there should have been other people there to help. The same things that made Laios need to leave home are the things that made his leaving so hard on Falin. She ate alone after that. She shouldn't have had to eat alone just because Laios wasn't there.

She was 9 when he left for school, and he was 11.

Nine. And Laios feels like he failed her because he didn't stand by her through this better. As an eleven year old.

Both of these kids deserved so much better from the world.

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[hotcinnamonsunset]

🎣lure me in, baby!

[heritageposts]

Nelson Mandela addressing Palestinians in Gaza:

Choose peace rather than confrontation. Except in cases where we cannot get, where we cannot proceed, where we cannot move forward. Then if the only alternative is violence, we will use violence.