#I love the writing and the story but the ending is just... idk... it doesn't really explain anything

[cxce15]

Here are some basic or non basic idk what to call them but ideas for snotlout fics because my mind is going insane and I can't write for literal shit 😄

( smut is okay to add if you think it's fits into the story )

1. A more shy/introverted reader with the usual overly confident/extroverted snotlout

2. Enemies to lovers ( always will be my favorite trope )

3. I feel like this is similar to number one but not necessarily. But a reader snotlout doesn't notice at first who is pining after him silently or publicly whichever one and then gives up and tries to move on right when snotlout finally notices them / or snotlout always noticed reader but is just being snotlout

4. Don't have a plot for this one but a reader with powers and they hide them from him and Berk in general. And maybe even try to leave Berk to protect the people ( snotlout really ) but he finds out and writers figure out the rest

5. I read one like this but a fic where reader leaves Berk. For what yall can figure that out but they leave Berk, they leave snotlout for whatever reason and it's just them figuring out that they really need each other

6. Reader is a total bad badass viking warrior and snotlout is just waiting on them hand and foot like this man is just worshipping the ground the reader walks on

7. Reader is also apart of group like snotlout and the gang and it's just the both of them introducing the groups to one another after they start dating or even before since they're gonna be spending a lot of time together anyway

8. A reader who is kinda mysterious and seen as scary but in reality is insanely sweet people just judge them because of how they present themselves ( i read something similar to this )

9. A reader who hookfang loves and spends time with pretty often. Even leaving snotlout to search for him sometimes since he dissappears with reader

10. A reader who is deathly afraid of dragons even after the war and the one that scares them the most is the Monstorus Nightmare

11. Reader's friend is into Fishlegs and the same way around so reader and Snotlout are playing wingmen for both and end up falling for each other in the process

12. Fake dating

I was able to come up with multiple ideas ( they might be written terribly but I trust fanfic writers will come through and bring these visions to life a lot better than I explained them ) I might make more of these

Also fics can be any gender yall feel these are written for the people okay let's make everyone feel welcome and enjoy snotlout together

- Part 2

[babelrevived]

Hey so I read your post and I feel like a lot of my responses would just be repetitions of stuff I've already said so I will just focus on some particular points.

I have already seen that Schnee video, and while it does work symbolically and I love the idea of Jinx being this kind of personification of Zaun, I don't think it's a good explanation for Silco's motivation in that scene, because obviously he is not thinking in terms of symbolism

For the animation/ writing stuff I was thinking more about how one of the writers said that they let the animators draw concepts and built their ideas based on that, but I didn't know that they had also changed directors, that makes a lot of sense. Also I brought up the meljay scene specifically because it intersected with the Viktor/hexcore scene, which is something that def came from the writing.

Ok so to keeep this from getting too long and also because I realize that what I said about duality is just my opinion, I will try to keep it general: I agree completely that s1's central theme was duality, but I don't think that it had to be a central theme in s2 (and I would argue that it wasn't actually) because that theme already had a conclusion in s1, which was the same conclusion that Silco came to in his "story of oppositees. The season literally ends with Jinx choosing a side and then bombing the nucleus of the opposing city. However, this does not mean that I am completely opposed to the duality theme being present in s2, it's just that it was missing in all the places where it would have worked most. The bottom line, and the reason why I brought this up in the first place, is that the "duality" they tried to setup with Warwick (And Cait) was redundant, just a surface-level imitation of what they already did in s1. I just want to make it clear again that I am not saying that I wasn't expecting any elements of duality this season. Idk if this makes any more sense, sorry if it doesn't. I'm an ESL speaker so I'm having some trouble articulating myself here.

Back to continue this conversation with the amazing @angelinthefire after putting it on hold for like 7 days (sorry). I have just had a very busy week but now I am here to do what I love doing most: complain :)

I will also get into dialectics at the end as promised

I'm really glad you brought up ideology again because this gets to the crux of why I dislike the Felicia addition, as I was telling op in the other post. I think s1 presents it less as "ideology vs love" and more as "love for your people as a whole vs love for the individuals you personally know". Of course, these are not necessarily mutually exclusive, but there are definitely times when they clash. Che Guevara himself was from a middle-class family so I highly doubt he was motivated to be a communist out of love for them specifically lol, but he WAS motivated by love. However, when you become a revolutionary, there are many sacrifices you end up having to make for the greater good, especially in your private life. It's Stalin refusing to exchange a prisoner nazi general for his son because "all of them (Soviet prisoners) are my sons". It's Zainab Nasrallah saying she hadn't been able to see her father at all for the past 10 years. A revolutionary is a doomed man, as Huey Newton said.

I want to talk about Silco first since I think you are mostly referring to the infamous "is there anything so undoing as a daughter". Silco is kind of a tougher nut to crack because all his actions and motivations are really clouded by trauma, but I do think he was motivated by love from the get-go (if he wasn't then he would have been motivated by revenge or power, which is just something that we don't see at all). I don't think he was motivated by love for the Zaunites of the present, but those of the past who gave their lives and those to come in the future. He says it himself, "I'm doing this for us, Jinx. All of us. The sons and daughters of Zaun deserve more than their runoff." Except when he is put in a situation where he does have to choose between a loved one and his people, he chooses the former. "For us. All of us" becomes "it's only us." But that "it's only us" was itself a follow-up to "they can all burn". He wasn't giving up on his political ideology, he was merely changing his motivation behind it. And despite the fact that he just went against his principle belief of "letting the monster out", he still believes in it.

When it comes to Vander, in s1 when there was the assumption that he didn't know the girls, he also followed a similar route. He gave up the fight not because his goddaughters were hurt by it, but because he saw two little girls who were orphaned as a result of the fight. His decision to change his ideology was motivated by the same feeling of love that made him want to fight in the first place. This is why I made the distinction between him viewing giving up as a "necessary evil" and as a "failure", because those two terms imply completely different things. Then, when he is faced with the choice to bring out the monster and kill Silco, which would have been better for his people (in his opinion), or saving his daughter, he chooses the latter.

The point is, whether Silco chooses Jinx or Zaunites as a whole, his end goal is still Zaun; and whether Vander chooses his kids or Zaunites as a whole, he still doesn't go back to being violent. This is something that Silco didn't understand about Vander.

Now what s2 implies with the addition of Felicia was that on the bridge, it was his motivation that changed. He gave up because he couldn't handle seeing the people he personally loved get hurt/die. He still believed that Piltover could be defeated (which, in S1, he didn't) but he didn't believe that the cost would be worth it. It does kinda make him look like an idiot tbh like what did you expect lol.

I just think the s1 version of him is more nuanced, better executed, and so much less cliche.

I think you are misunderstanding why I keep bringing up that the tone of their s1e3 conversation was political. That whole part in the cannery was the only interaction we get between them. It is what shapes our perception of their relationship, and what we got from it is that the texture of their relationship is political. The content of their relationship is given to us through its feeling. The fact that the personal/emotional stuff kept threatening to come up and they (mostly Silco) kept shoving it back into the subtext is exactly the point. If we go by what s2 says about them, then their whole fallout had little to do with political disagreements. It doesn't expand or give depth to their relationship, it just makes the tone inconsistent. It ruins the texture; the whole conversation now makes no sense. Like this is your brother who tried to MURDER you because he blamed you for the death of your mutual friend, why are you talking about politics. And if Vander really was looking to patch things up then why not start with that, where was the energy we saw in his shitty letter? Why is he talking about politics? And I'm sorry but the explanation that people can add new things in later seasons is unconvincing and unsatisfying. Because why did they feel the need to change Vander and Silco's story (which people loved and praised) to a story that is honestly boring and cliche in comparison. It doesn't fill the wholes in the last season, it just creates completely new ones.

To piggyback off of that, when I watched s2 I initially thought it was an example of what Susan Sontag would call "programmatic avant-gardism," which she described as experimenting in form at the expense of content (ahem. Black rose). But other than that, the... ummm... uniqueness of the form in s2 feels less experimental and more accidental. A product of trying to fit so much in such little time. But the consequence is still that often times, form is very divorced from content, and that's why a lot of characters had to end up giving a lot of on-the-nose explanations of what was happening or what they were thinking, etc etc. This is why,, to me, your idea of the structure in s1 being technology imposing on magic, and s2 being magic causing chaos doesn't really work for me. At least not when it came to the writing. Actually I think this is another example of s2 trying to do something that s1 already did and then failing miserably at it lmao. In s1, we did have a couple of instances where magic does reign supreme and upends chaos, but the only vessels for it were Mel and the hexcore. And that brings me to the Meljay/Viktor dying scene, which was the perfect example of writing and animation working together to create this beautiful scene. Like I felt the seduction of magic, and I felt its danger simultaneously. It doesn't outright tell you what's happening, it makes you FEEL what's happening. It is content being portrayed through form, through style (which is what I was trying to get at when talking about the texture of Silco and Vander's relationship lol). Yk I have a lot to say about Meljay because I love it so much but that's a conversation for another time. Another example of this is s1 was when Powder bombed the cannery , which was happening while Viktor and Jayce were harnessing magic through hextech. What's interesting about that scene was that the magical chaos of it was conveyed through slow motion. It is so beautiful and yet it just destroyed Powder's life.

If there was any magic in s2, most of it came from the animation, despite the writing. Compared to s1, there is no meaningful creativity to the writing Don't get me wrong there were definitely scenes that I loved, but none came close to the meljay sex scene, the amazing ending of episode 2, the Ekko/Jinx fight scene, the drowning, Powder freaking out while the monkey toy is ticking, the whole final scene, etc etc etc. The only thing I saw which could be considered chaotic was the introduction of various plot lines, themes, and character arcs and then the impulsive abandoning of them. And I'm sorry but that's just lazy. I promise there are many better ways to convey chaos lol.

On the theme of duality, I guess "wrapped up" was the wrong term but I can't really think of a better one so I'll just explain what I mean. In s1, the theme of duality was heavily tied in with the theme of "past vs. future," where the latter is more heavily dependent on the former. We see this mostly in Jinx but it's also present in Silco (and Vander before they butchered him but I'll get to that later). At the end of s1, Jinx makes the decision to be Jinx and completely let go of Powder, let go of her past. This was a great set-up to now put more focus onto the theme of "past vs future" and show only the flavors of the theme of duality through it. The inverse of what they did in s1. This would have also given Vi and Ekko a lot to do. Instead what they do is they try to bring back the theme of duality, say nothing new about it, and remove all the nuances from it that were present in s1. I would argue that they are barely even able to portray that there is duality at all, especially in the case of Caitlyn and Vander, but I'll get to that later.

Now for the fun part, dialectics :D

A quick summary for anyone unaware of the term. It's basically the notion that within a system (or anything in which all the parts are connected), it is the struggle between internal contradictions (oppositions that are mutually exclusive but need each other to for the whole) that gives that system its basis for development. Change is not possible without these contradictions. there is more to dialectics than that but this is all that's going to be relevant for what I'm gonna say.

I think where we differ here was that you were using dialectics mainly to analyze the characters' personal philosophies (something that they are conscious of), while I was using it more as a narrative tool. I think it can be applied to both here but I'll focus on the latter.

The addition of Felicia removes any contradictions in Vander that were implied. Vander's personality alternates between "dad" and "dad who feels guilt 🥺". Even in the Flashbacks, before he became a dad, he still acts like dad Vander, but happier. And that is exactly the problem. Where is the "Hound of the underground"? Where is monster Vander? Why is everything so happy in the flashbacks? And you could argue that that's just how Vander remembers it. But really??? That's how he remembers himself? That's how he remembers the past? Everything was really great until Felicia died. Vander being a monster becomes an isolated incident in which he wasn't being himself. He lost his head. It wasn't a part of him. That is NOT duality.

Felicia becomes the external basis for change. And it's not even permanent change lol it's just one incident. You'd think most of Vander's guilt then would lie in the attempted murder since that's the only time where he is a monster, so when Silco offers him forgiveness why doesn't he take it.

Vander is dad until someone he loves dies or his agency is taken away, then he is a monster. The writers said one fridged female character isn't enough, bring in another

(As an aside: I think, based on their actions, that neither Vander nor Silco really believe in duality. That's why it was a failure on his part when Silco chose Jinx because he still wanted to be the "monster". But it wasn't a failure when Vander gave up because he didn't want to be the monster anymore. Both of them tried but neither of them were really able to seperate these two parts of themselves)

I think that instead of the cute flashback and pastel watercolor miners, they should have shown us the Vander who built the lanes, the air that clogged your throat, the struggle. Maybe the drowning from Vander's POV.

I think Caitlyn's arc was fumbled in a very similar way as Vander's was. "When she died, I lost my head. But now I am back to being myself and I'm weawy sowwy 🥺"

Caitlyn was portrayed as not being herself when she was a dictator, the monstrous side of her is not really a part of her. This is fine in and of itself, but it is not duality even though it is clearly trying to be. When they did that anything interesting they tried to say about how her class affects that duality goes down the drain. Actually they already said interesting things about it with Jayce in season- (gunshots)

[burningcheese-merchant]

I'm really sorry for asking, I hope this isn't an intrusive question. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I've noticed you've toned down your burningcheese posts. Are you taking a break? I hope this ask doesn't come around as being demanding or intrusive. I just really miss seeing burningcheese since there's hardly anything on the tags anymore from what I've noticed. If you are taking a break, please don't feel pressured to answer this post. You deserve a break after everything that's happened

Have I? Doesn't really seem like that to me... But I guess I don't know? Feels like I've been posting and reblogging stuff about them like usual. I guess not? I've been posting a lot about the fankids recently, is that it? Those don't count as burningcheese posts? Haha

But yeah uh I'm sorry if I've given that impression. This ship is still infecting my brain all day every day dont worry haha. I guess i just. I haven't been doing well recently. Nothing to do with internet drama or anything I don't care about that. I've been facing a lot of genuine hardship irl. and i guess it's starting to show on here? Maybe? I'm not really sure. In any case i do apologize if it seems like I'm losing interest or anything like that. Promise I'm not. I'm always thinking about them lol they're a plague. They're a curse. Devsisters owes me reparations at this point. Or rent money for the space in my brain they've been squatting in. Tenant's rights don't exist in my mindscape, they're in big trouble

[arathejedi394]

i cracked this morning and read the first like 200 words of my og novel that i wrote when i was 13/self-published at 14

and like

why did hank green post it on his instagram with praise?? like i think of it and i cringe. today i re-read the first 200 words and i wanted to stop existing?? why did my mom give him a copy of it i did not ask her to do that??? i just went to one of his concerts in 2014 and my mom just gave the book to somebody and for some reason that somebody gave it to hank green and then suddenly im in the crowd 15yo new best friend bc nerdfighteria and hank green is like "oh somebody gave one of the guys this book just before the show and i took a look at it and i kinda like it it's pretty good" and up he holds none other than my og novel he goes "a 14yo wrote this and it's pretty good this affirms my faith in humanity or something like a very young not-adult did this whole novel and it's not bad that's cool" idk what he said it was 10 years ago. and there's me in the crowd freaking the fuck out i say to my new bff who i had just met at the beginning of the concert bc we were standing next to each other like "BRO THAT'S MY BOOK" new bff is like "BRO THAT'S YOUR BOOK???" and starts jumping up and down for attention like "YO THAT'S THIS GUY'S BOOK" hank green hears points at me and goes "HEY HE'S RIGHT THERE YOUR BOOK'S PRETTY COOL KID" AND THEN!!! HE FUCKING PUT IT ON HIS INSTA??? AND PRAISED IT??? THE STICKY NOTE MY MOM LEFT ON IT WITH LIKE 10 WORDS OF SYNOPSIS STILL ON THE COVER??? ALL OF HIS INSTA FOLLOWER'S SAW MY MOM'S HANDWRITING??? AND MY WHOLE ASS INITIALS + LAST NAME??? A COMPLIMENTARY REVIEW BY HANK GREEN HIMSELF??? WHY?? WHY WAS MY 15 MINUTES OF FAME THAT CRINGE ASS Y/A NOVEL???

nobody go looking back at hank green's 2015 insta. do not confirm this is true. let this be a totally unverifiable claim of some rando fandom blogger.

listen. i was 13 when i wrote that book. i was so full of brand new baby teen angst. i do not understand why hank green did not open the book flip through a couple pages go "oof this kid needs a therapist and a writing coach" and never mention it again. i do not understand why he mentioned it on stage, i don't know why he put it on his instagram, it was so bad. ohmygod. i wish i could forget it ever happened

eXCEPT I CAN'T

bc iT wAs SuPpOsEd TO BE A TRIOLOGY. aNd I ONLY WROTE ONE. AND MY PARENTS ARE STILL ASKING ME WHEN BOOK TWO IS COMING.

IT'S BEEN TEN YEARS.

[problemswithbooks]

Every once in a while I see posts still complaining about the LoV's ending. I can understand being upset that your favorite characters died, or that the story didn't go the way you wanted. It's fair to point out writing issues that make those endings unsatisfying.

But what I usually see is LoV fans just ignoring that the story was never really set up to give them the ending they wanted, but they convinced themselves it was.

Looking back through my old posts before BNHA ended, I talked constantly about how the LoV surviving/getting redeemed wouldn't make sense with how the story had been written. The only reason I bothered saying the LoV might be redeemed at all was because the tumblr fandom was so sure it was happening, and all their over analyzing posts from that perspective made me unsure if I was right. On top of that, Hori is/was an unpredictable writer who changes things on a whim, so I was never going to fully say 100% it was never going to happen.

Yet, now that the story is over, I still see posts saying that the LoV surviving and being redeemed was the core of the story and that Hori bungled it last minute. That he must have changed his mind close to the finish and killed them off.

This isn’t to say that I believe Hori didn't struggle with this choice when it comes to some of them--namely Toga who he admits he wasn't sure if he'd kill off or not. But it's also clear by his other intended ending for her, redemption and a happy ending were never his intention, even with his favorite sexy lamp character.

Her other ending would have been to live on the run/in the woods and get blood from Ochako secretly. There was no plan for her to get a happy, zero consequence ending where all the characters and world in general forgave her, and she got to be free. The fact he decided she needed to die because she had done too much wrong, makes it pretty clear that he probably always was going to kill off Shigaraki and Touya from the beginning given what he had them do.

Despite what so many LoV fans say, there was ample evidence before the ending that the LoV wasn't going to get a happy ending. They just ignored it, or interpreted it through the lens of what they already saw as a forgone conclusion--they had tunnel vision.

They interpreted Izuku's "I'm going to save the crying child" and Shoto's "He's me" as proof we were supposed to sympathize with Shigaraki and Touya. And while yes, that might be true, sympathetic villains don't necessarily mean 'redeemed' villains. There are many villains with sympathetic pasts that are killed off/tossed in jail--BNHA has quite a few of these, besides the LoV.

Also, I think it's important to note that Hori had Gran Torino tell Izuku that the only way he could save Shigaraki might be to kill him, yet LoV fans interpreted the scene as Gran Torino being wrong and frankly painted him as a bad person. The same was done to the Todroki family when they said Shoto and Enji needed to stop Touya instead of save him. They saw this as them being wrong and something the story would address later instead of Hori telling the audience that saving Touya wasn't going to be the main focus of the story.

This sort of interpretation happened constantly, with LoV fans making bold statements about scenes that were in no way backed up by the actual framing. Like how any Hero fighting a villain was seen as brutal and equated to police brutality, when it was never framed negatively. But that was the story they wanted--one that took the system to task and the LoV were revolutionaries, who ended the story as redeemed and correct.

Because they read it with LoV shaded glasses, they missed all the signs that BNHA wasn't actually that type of story. The Heroes were not portrayed as bad, simply having rather minor flaws, but inherently good people. The only awful Hero--Endeavor, was given a redemption/atonement arc. Many times, whatever issues the Hero System had were fixed by the Heroes themselves, never by villains.

The only time the system was shown as truly bad was when Lady Nagnat was introduced. Hori admitted he added her in last minute because he was inspired by a film he watched. Her crimes were shown as happening before the start of the series, the man ordering her around, killed off and replaced, and we are never told Hawks, who took her place, ever did similar crimes. After she leaves the story, the corruption and crimes are never brought up again.

On top of that the only villains that were ever 'redeemed' were Gentle and Lady Nagnat, both of whom had been, or wanted to be Heroes, whose crimes were either forced on them or excitingly minor. Prior and during the final arc, no violent villains ever showed change or joined the Heroes. Even Stain, who helped, was portrayed as the same crazy killer he had been before.

Redemption/atonement had also, always been shown to be hard and take a lot of time, effort and desire to be better, nor it was never achieved for free, even for minor offenses. Enji spent more time in the manga going through his atonement than the awful abuser he was introduced as, yet by the end he still ends up terribly disfigured, and in a wheelchair, with his family not fully forgiving him. Bakugou nearly dies, and seems to be forever feeling sad/guilty about Izuku loosing his Quirk--plus his is not even #1, which was his dream. Aoyama quits school because he doesn't feel worthy to be there after being forced to spy for AfO, and he's arrested for at least a little while before joining his friends in fighting AfO.

By the time the final arc started, after all the LoV stayed with AfO who was always presented as pure evil, it was pretty clear that they weren't going to get redeemed or become friends with all the Hero kids. In fact, Hori had them throw away one of their few positive qualities right as the story headed into the ending--that being their friendship. Despite seeing how much AfO abused and hurt Shigaraki they did nothing to help him or show much concern. Spinner even agrees to become a monster to further AfO's goals, even though the man is clearly hurting the friend he says he cares so much for.

There was more than enough evidence to show BNHA wasn't going to end with a miraculous LoV redemption. That if these characters were saved, it would be through death. That the ending wouldn't be a full condemnation of Heroes, or a revolution where everything changes.

Yes, there were things that mislead people into thinking that--I won't pretend there's zero reason, so many people latched onto that interpretation. Yet, I feel like there was more than enough that contradicted that reading and showed in the very least a bad ending for the LoV was possible. But fans ignored it and instead pretended the LoV and their story of redemption and tearing down the system was the entire point of the manga.

This is why when the ending came out, LoV fans saw it as a slap in the face to the rest of the story--even though that wasn't the case. BNHA was always very pro-Hero. Yes, it showed some criticism of the system, but in no way did it ever imply it had to be violently torn down and restructured. It was always showing that things were fixable with minimal effort, and that Heroes were a net positive. Meanwhile, it showed villains as perhaps understandable, but ultimately in the wrong and needing stopped for everyone's safety.

Yes, Izuku, Shoto and Ochako wanted to save their respective villains, but fans ignored that saving doesn't always equal survival. And, while, yes BNHA is a hopeful story, it's not, and has never presented itself as Naruto. Hori was never shy about showing the pain and suffering the LoV caused, often undercutting their 'all Heroes bad' speeches with panels of Heroes saving all the innocent people, including small children that they, themselves, had nearly killed.

BNHA, did show compassion for the LoV, but not in the way fans wanted. It admitted they had been made by bad luck, poor resources, bigotry (it was handled badly but Hori did add it) and bad choices by others. By the end it did want to show the LoV had been people, that Izuku, Shoto, and Ochako did care about them, and were effected by their deaths. It says villains are made and so everyone, not just Heroes, should help each other out before someone turns their hurt on other people.

This isn't to say BNHA didn't make mistakes--it did. Hori was over worked, and putting out a story piecemeal over the course of years is almost always going to get bad results. The issue I have with LoV fans criticisms is that they're not really true. BNHA wasn't going to be a story about saving and redeeming the LoV. It was, when looking back, pretty clear about that. Yet, so many still see it as lying to them and Hori spitting in their face. He didn't--they just decided what the story was before it was over, reading everything through a lens of what they wanted it to be, while ignoring any other reading of the story.

[fishparasite]

i often write about weird romances or at least romantic adjacent relationships but i truly never know how to end them. a murder suicide doesn't always work. but they can't leave each other and they can't stay together.

[purpleshadow-star]

So, the season finale of Hazbin Hotel came out last night.

Spoilers ahead

I was never part of the Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss fandom(s), though I have been watching Helluva Boss since about midway through when season one was being released. I only watched the pilot for Hazbin Hotel maybe six months to a year ago, and I only ever watched it once. I never kept up with VivziePop or whatever was happening behind the scenes. I watched Hazbin Hotel as it came out the past few weeks, I’ve watched some TikToks about it over the past week, and I read through a few (like, three) of the character’s wiki pages like, yesterday.

So, with all of my inexperience in the fandom and in this universe, I’m going to try to predict how the show is going to end.

Kind of.

Well, I’m going to make a prediction.

I think Angel Dust will be the last resident of the hotel we see get redeemed.

Angel was the first resident of the hotel. It’s only fitting that he’d be the last (that we see, anyway).

I think that season one was almost like a set-up season. The main characters and their characterizations/arcs have been established. The main problem, the extermination, has been temporarily dealt with. It’s been proven that the main objective in the show, redeeming sinners through the Hazbin Hotel, is possible. Seeds of a bigger plot and future trouble have been planted.

Now that the bigger plot things are out of the way, I think the show will be able to (hopefully) slow the pace down now and really focus on the hotel itself and the redemption process of the sinners that choose to be there, along with the individual characters and their personal journeys and arcs.

I think that Sir Pentious getting redeemed and making it into Heaven proved that the concept of the hotel can work, so now that they have the bigger, newly built hotel, they’ll start to get more residents. We’ll meet and bond with more characters as the seasons go on and they’ll go through the hotel and eventually get redeemed and go to Heaven.

I think that during all of this, for the next few seasons, we’ll see Angel work towards redeeming himself too. At this point, he’s accepted the hotel. He’s accepted his place there and he’s been visibly getting better. We’ll see him continue his path to redemption while also dealing with Valentino, his contract with him, and any other personal conflicts that arise.

I think that partway through the show, we’ll see Angel start to kind of put off becoming fully redeemed. Maybe he’ll just slow down, but I think we’ll see him become more apprehensive about completing his redemption.

At this point, he’ll probably already be in an official relationship with Husk, and his situation with Valentino might be resolved or at least not as much of an issue anymore. I think he’ll start putting off officially moving on into Heaven because he realizes that he doesn’t want to leave his friends behind. He won't want to leave the friends he’s made at the hotel, so even though he might be ready or almost ready to go to Heaven, he’ll just keep putting it off.

I think Angel’s ascension to Heaven will be the big series finale. I think that it’ll be a big emotional moment. Angel will accept that it’s time to move on, and there will be an emotional scene where he says goodbye to Charlie (who, as a Hellborn demon and not a mortal soul, can’t go to Heaven like the other sinners), and Vaggie (who will choose to stay with Charlie and has no desire to go back to Heaven), and probably Alastor (who loves his power and control too much to want anything to do with redemption himself) and maybe Niffty (I’m undecided about whether she’ll try for redemption, but I’m thinking no, at least as of right now). If Husk stays behind, that’ll be an absolutely heartbreaking goodbye too, but I’m thinking that, at some point in the show, Husk might decide to try for redemption as well, so maybe he and Angel are going together and saying their goodbyes together.

I think we’ll get a teary goodbye for the people Angel is leaving behind in Hell, but we’ll also get a joyous reunion scene where he meets up with all the redeemed souls in Heaven as well. He’ll get to see all the former residents we got to meet throughout the show, and maybe he’ll even have a moment where he gets to reunite with his sister, too. It’ll be a somewhat bittersweet moment, but a happy one overall, because Angel Dust, the first resident of the Hazbin Hotel, who didn’t take it seriously in the beginning and thought redemption wasn’t possible, who went through so much in Hell and who didn’t think things could get better for him, will have finally completed the journey to redemption and moved on to Heaven.

And then maybe we’ll get an epilogue-esque scene or series of clips of Charlie and Vaggie happily continuing to help redeem sinners in the Hazbin Hotel, of Angel and the other redeemed souls happily living their best afterlives in Heaven, of the redeemed sinners meeting and welcoming new redeemed souls into Heaven as they come in.

And maybe, taking place some time in the future, maybe years after Angel goes to Heaven, we’ll get a moment of Charlie and Vaggie, and any of the other original cast that stayed in Hell, being allowed to take a day trip into Heaven. Maybe we’ll get to see them reunite with the redeemed sinners in Heaven in person for the first time since the redeemed souls left, and it’ll be a happy reunion where they’re all just happy to see each other again and catch up. Maybe at this point the show has already established a way for the redeemed souls to still be able to communicate and keep in touch with those in Hell, so maybe this isn’t the first time the two groups have spoken to each other since the redeemed souls left the hotel, but maybe it is the first time since the redeemed souls left that they’ve been able to see each other in person, so the teary hugs all around are expected and maybe even appreciated.

Maybe the show will end on a happy note, where our first and most skeptical hotel resident ends up happily redeemed with a partner who loves and values him for who he is and friends who care for him, and where our main character is able to fulfill her dreams of helping her subjects find the best version of themselves and move on to a better place.

Maybe the extermination no longer happens, so there’s no more deadlines. Maybe being redeemed is no longer just an escape from second death. Not every soul in Hell is going to want to change, but for Charlie, it’s not about redeeming every soul. The Hazbin Hotel started as a way to decrease Hell’s population so that the extermination would no longer be necessary, so that no more souls, however awful, would be needlessly killed, but Charlie knows that the extermination was never about overpopulation, and yet she’s still going through with the hotel and she’s still working to redeem sinners.

So, maybe the extermination is a thing of the past, but Charlie will still continue running the hotel and giving sinners another chance, because everyone deserves another chance. Because Hell isn’t forever, and despite whatever some people did when they were alive, they deserve the chance to try to redeem themselves. They deserve the chance to try to be better. And that’s Charlie’s dream. She just wants to give her subjects the opportunity to do better, and not everyone will take it, but in the end, we'll see that all the effort was worth it for those few souls who do.

So, to recap: I think Angel Dust will be the last sinner we see get redeemed. We might get clips and/or mentions of souls after him, but he’ll be the last character to go to Heaven who’s journey to redemption we’ve seen. In the series finale, he’ll be the last major character to be redeemed, and we’ll get to see him live his best life in Heaven while Charlie happily stays behind in Hell to help guide more souls along the path to redemption.

Or at least, that’s something I’d like to see, anyway.

[kneworder]

idk if this is bc of fuckass n52 shit but every fic i read where tim complains about his relationship with dick. to JASON. where tim reconciles with dick. because of JASON. where tim doesn't feel comfortable around dick. but he does around JASON. guys please....... guys........... are you so serious rn.............

[iridescentis]

watched the life is strange live reveal I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL

I really like the idea of the ending you chose impacting Max's thoughts and dialogue but I just can't see this working post bae ending

like all of this makes perfect sense with bay ending, Max starting fresh, not wanting to talk about her powers or remind herself of that time, completely new cast of characters with some mention to her past her and there yeah perfect

but I have no idea how they can write Max post bae ending and make it feel satisfying because Chloe being almost entirely out of the picture just doesn't make sense, like breaking them up just so you can start fresh for new audiences feels lazy

I think this game doesn't have to include Chloe, I think Max can exist without her in a narrative it just has to👏make 👏sense

For example, a possible explanation for her being gone: she's visiting David in Away. That ties in LiS2 and makes enough sense why the two would be separated. I wouldn't expect Chloe to just wait around while Max is living at a college, but give her something to do instead of breaking them up

I get the frustration that LiS shouldn't just be about pricefield but character wise, it doesn't make sense for the first game to push that these two people are cosmically intertwined only for them to break up after the game and barely be in each other's lives like what were we fighting for the whole time?? The whole emotional impact of that choice would be gone because it basically implies Max sacrificed a whole town for nothing

I'm not against this game, I think the concept for the story is really cool, I'm just not entirely convinced by how this fits with Max specifically

[greyedian]

ok briefly coming back from my tumblr break bc y'know Arcane s2 and uhhhhh... hm. Look, I'm sorry, I really wanted to like this season, but oh man I'm kinda having a rough time with it ngl

[leatherbookmark]

i get it i get it i really get it but also it's very frustrating when a work of fiction raises you expectations, makes you thrilled for The Big Confrontation, and then the next post-clifhanger installment comes and it goes "after everything was over,"

[felix-krain]

I love Sonic Frontiers guys!

[nessvn]

one of these days i am actually going to write that marzelline/raymonde fanfiction that i keep vaguely musing about. because two women from a random opera and an obscure french novel also deserve to be shipped in the same way you people will obsess over no-personality minor character white men

[anotherdoomsday]

I really hope Nora writes the story she wants to tell. I really hope she doesn't feel she has to compromise her view to appease the fandom or a subset of it. This applies both for The Broken Cage and the Kevin books. I may not ship Kevin and Thea, but I'm excited to know her, to see how their relationship started and how they complement each other. Even if it's not my cup of tea, I'm willing to give a straight ship a chance lol. And idk, maybe we'll have a confirmation that Kevin is bi (we all know there's no hetero explanation for Kevin), and I wouldn’t mind if he ends up with Thea, as longs as it is interesting. Knowing Nora, it will be very, very interesting.

And hey, if we're sad that Kandreil or Kerejean or any other Kevin ship isn't canon, we can still fanfic our hearts away.

But I just really, really want Nora to do what she wants, and for us as fans of her and her work to respect that. I want her to have fun while writing, as her clear passion and enjoyment that gives these books that spice that we love so much. Whatever she has in store, I just can wait for it.

[moon-ttokki-x]

Hii!! I absolutely adore your work, especially your 9th member stuff!

I was wondering if there was anyway to write an imagine where the reader is the second oldest hyung (younger than Chan but older than Minho) and acts like a mother figure occasionally. And her and Chan are super close (possibly secretly dating?) and the other members start to catch on during little moments during interviews and stuff like that.

Or even just short blurts/headcannons of something like “Chan and y/n being in love for 5 minutes straight.”

I totally get that this is a lot to ask, so if you want to tweak it that is completely up to you! You don’t even have to do this if you don’t want to. xx 🩵

hi thank you sm <3 this is cute. i liked the idea of doing a short headcanon sort of thing, so here . . .

"hyung, are you in love with y/n?"

pairing: bang chan x fem 9th member!reader

summary: chan can't hide how smitten he is, and skz begins to catch on . . .

genre: idol!au, 9th member!au, fem!reader i think, just pure fluff, maybe a little suggestive idk?? there's literally nothing else to write tbh this is just super short and sweet (like chan) who said that omg it wasn't me . . .

a/n: yep

skz masterlist

Smitten!Chan who can't help but stare at you during interviews; his gaze always drifts to you even when you're not the one talking. He tries so hard to pay attention, he really does, but he just can't help it; you look so pretty, with your makeup done and your hair styled so perfectly.

Smitten!Chan who can't stop a little smile from curling the corners of his mouth when you smile just at him; he covers it up with a hand, seemingly brushing something off his lip, but he knows it won't fool anyone. He's all lingering touches, on your lower back, your cheek, your hair when he pats it, your arms when he adjusts your position in the choreo.

Smitten!Chan whose hand stays just a little too long to be innocent or friendly. Has a little chain bracelet with your initial on it tucked down his forearm, unseen and covered by his long sleeves. Never takes it off, and you wear yours around your ankle, the tiny 'CB' almost invisible. You know, unless someone looks a little too close...

Smitten!Chan who steals kisses in the dressing room, fighting not to kiss you too hard, otherwise he'll ruin your perfect makeup. You have to push him off once you hear the members coming down the hallway, but it's a struggle when he wants to keep you in his arms. His hand brushes yours as you both walk down to the backstage area. He can't help but steal glances at you when he's motivating the members with his usual hype speech.

Smitten!Chan who has to fight the urge to kiss you in front of Stay. He wants the whole world to know so badly; but he knows you wouldn't be comfortable with that right now, so he holds back. Expect to be called to his room for a quick 'discussion'. Long story short, Jeongin walked in at the wrong time and saw you both in each other's arms, faces close to each other. Talk about traumatising.

Smitten!Chan who frantically waves his hands, shushing him, and quickly runs to clamp a hand over his mouth. You can't fight the giggles when Chan sits him down on the bed, trying to get him to keep quiet. Jeongin's accusatory glance is enough to make you let out a giggle, and enough for Chan to exasperatedly glance at you out of the corner of his eye.

Smitten!Chan who gives up and lets Jeongin-whisper rant at both of you, making frantic hand-gestures, trying to madly piece together how you both ended up as a couple. It doesn't take him long, but by then you're on the floor, wheezing. A slight smile escapes Chan's mouth and he raises his hands in defeat. He lifts a pinky to make Jeongin promise not to tell the other members, a stern look on his face, though you can tell part of him has given up on keeping you both secret.

Smitten!Chan who gasps and almost jumps out of his skin when the door flies open, the lock giving way, and the members tumble into the room in a heap. Minho stands behind them all with his phone filming, and there's a smirk on his face that clearly communicates 'this was my idea'. Chan slaps a palm over his forehead before the both of you are tackled to the floor by the maknaes.

Smitten!Chan who watches Minho's video later with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, cheeks tinging pink at the way you look, giggling and flushed and pretty. He has to turn the video off before tangling himself in the sheets, a grin spreading his face, the rustling of the bed and several excited squeaks the only sounds as a result of his cuteness-aggression.

Smitten!Chan who finally falls asleep with the video still playing, drifting off into sleep with the faint knowledge that he'll have to confront his members tomorrow. No doubt they'll be as loud and excitable as they were tonight, but at least it'll be easier with you by his side. The faint volume of the video's audio plays in the background, and Felix's excitable, disbelieving voice plays in a faint, muted loop in the stillness of the night.

"Hyung, are you in love with Y/n?"

a/n: chan and the colour red just go so well together 🔥

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[winterarmyy]

He Hates Me, Doesn't He?

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: You hurt Bucky's girl, and now he hates you.

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Words: 6.7k++

Warnings: angstyyyyyyyyy, but with happy ending because I cannot live in agony. miscommunication galore. 'I want to strangle bucky's girlfriend.' soft reader, cold/mean bucky. bucky should've grovel more. horrible attempt of writing verbal arguments. nothing much but pain.

Inspiration: I remember reading a bucky fic years ago and I like the pain that it caused me to feel. Idk why the pain suddenly came back to me lately. So, this is my take on the same idea. I haven't able to find it. But when I do, I'll reblog it in my another acc!

Read my other works here: Masterlist

y/n had always been a steady presence in the Avengers, known for her gentle demeanour and unwavering support. Her relationship with Bucky Barnes had blossomed from a quiet friendship into something deeper. When they first met, Bucky was reserved and hesitant, still grappling with his past as the Winter Soldier. y/n, with her gentle nature and patient understanding, slowly helped him come out of his shell.

She remembered the sleepless nights they spent together when they were on the run with Steve and Sam. They'd share stories, and sometimes just sit in silence, her quiet company offering solace to Bucky's restless mind. The unspoken bond growing stronger with each passing day. Bucky looked up to her, finding comfort in her presence, and in turn, he became fiercely protective of her. They'd watch each other's backs during missions, their synergy on the battlefield a testament to their deep connection. 

And somewhere along the line, she fell for him. She had fallen for Bucky's resilience and vulnerability, though she never expected more, knowing that a relationship was not what he needed right now. At least, that's what she thought. Little did she know, Bucky had always loved her; ever since the day she offered him tea the first night they were on the run to Wakanda. Maybe she was just simply aloof, or maybe Bucky’s flirting skills weren’t translated the way he wanted, but they never crossed the line between friendship and ‘something more’.

Then when Jen came into the picture, it felt like things started to change. Jen was bold and confident, and it wasn't long before she caught Bucky's eye. Their relationship seemed to spring up overnight, and y/n, though hurt, tried to be happy for Bucky. Jen was supportive and caring, or so it seemed, and Bucky deserved happiness.

Now, as planned the team was instructed to moved into the Avenger compound for a few months to train new recruits. It had only been the first month but surely it was jam packed with endless of rigorous training sessions. The original team—y/n, Sam, Bucky, Jen, Clint, and his mentee Kate Bishop—were all assigned to train the new recruits, with additional of few agents from different branches coming in to help out.

y/n was heading to the training room; she knew it was way too early but she thought that if she didn’t get out of bed now, she might not even get up at all. To her surprise, she was not the first one. She saw a few new trainees were already on the way to the training room; some of them greeted her a good morning. She simply smiled at their enthusiasm. 

The moment she entered the area, she overheard voices coming from the corner of the room. She paused, recognizing Jen's voice, which was raised and laced with contempt. Curiosity piqued, y/n stepped closer, staying just out of sight behind the white board. In hindsight, it might seem weird that she was sneaking around to eavesdrop on Jen, but she couldn't help it.

Initially, y/n liked Jen. She tried to welcome her into their tight-knit group and even supported her relationship with Bucky. However, as time went on, Jen began acting strange. The things she said about Bucky sometimes sounded condescending. She would make comments like, "It's amazing how well he's adjusted, considering his past," or, "It's great that he's trying so hard to be normal." The way she acted often differed from her words, with Jen giving Bucky disapproving glances or sighing heavily whenever he mentioned something from his troubled past.

She had noticed these discrepancies and started to feel uneasy around Jen. She couldn't shake the feeling that Jen’s support was just a facade. Now, standing behind the whiteboard, she strained to hear the conversation.

"…and honestly, I don’t understand how anyone can trust him," Jen was saying. "I mean, sure, he's got that whole 'reformed hero' thing going on now, but let’s be real. He was Hydra’s pet assassin for decades. The things he’s done? It’s unforgivable."

Her friend, another agent from a different branch, nodded hesitantly. "But you’re dating him, aren’t you? Doesn’t that mean you trust him?"

Jen laughed, a cold, humourless sound. "Dating him? Please. I’m in it for the fame and the perks. Have you seen the way people look at us? Besides, he’s hot, I’ll give him that. But trust him? Never. People like him don’t change. They’re broken. He's a monster, and he always will be. It’s only a matter of time before he snaps again."

y/n felt a surge of anger rise within her. How dare Jen talk about Bucky like that? 

Memories flooded her mind, flashing back to Bucky’s nightmare-plagued nights. She remembered the prominent dark circles under his eyes, the haunted look that never quite left his face. The silent pain he endured, adjusting to a modern world where he felt like an outsider, magnified when Steve left. She could still see the wary, suspicious glances people cast in his direction, the whispers behind his back when they first ventured out. Before the fame he acquired as he regained his reputation after the Flag-Smasher incident.

She had witnessed his hardships firsthand—the nightmares that woke him in a cold sweat, the moments of crippling doubt and self-loathing. But she had also seen his triumphs, the small victories that slowly built his confidence. The first time he laughed freely in her presence, the genuine smile that lit up his face when he finally allowed himself to relax. She cherished those moments, the sunshine that broke through the clouds of his tortured past.

All of this came rushing back, breaking the chains on the Pandora's box inside of her. The fury she felt wasn't just for the disrespect to Bucky; it was for every ounce of pain he had suffered, every moment of joy he had fought so hard to reclaim. Her eyes hardened with resolve as she stepped forward, her voice steady but cold. "Take that back," she demanded, her presence startling both Jen and her friend.

Jen turned slowly, a smirk spreading across her face as she saw y/n. She knew from the beginning about the cute little crush y/n had on Bucky. To be frank, everybody sort of knew about it, except for Bucky somehow. 

"Or else what, y/n?" she replied with a mocking tone. "You’re quite pathetic aren’t you? You think that I can’t see how you’ve been eye-fucking my boyfriend all this time? Come on, now. Backing him up would not give you a leeway into his pants, y/n."

y/n’s face went through a range of emotions—shock, embarrassment, and then seething anger. Jen’s words were like poison, each one landing like a punch to the gut.

Jen continued, confidence oozing out of her cocky demeanor, "Besides, we all know that I can easily beat you in a fight, doll" 

The use of doll—a nickname Bucky had given y/n from day one, when Steve had quite literally kidnapped Bucky from the government—made y/n blood boil. Hearing it from Jen felt like a personal attack, a deliberate attempt to undermine everything she shared with Bucky.

And it was true that Jen had graduated top of her batch from the Avengers program and had countless successful missions under her belt, but y/n knew this wasn't about accolades or abilities. This was about something deeper, something more personal.

y/n clenched her fists, taking a step closer. "You think this is about who can fight better?" she said, her voice shaking with restrained fury. "This is about respect. You don’t get to talk about Bucky like that."

Jen scoffed, a cruel smile on her lips. "Respect? For that monster? You’re delusional. He’s a ticking time bomb, a liability to the team. And deep down, everyone knows it."

y/n’s patience snapped. In one swift motion, she slapped Jen hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room. Jen stumbled and fell to the ground, shock and anger flashing across her features.

She stalks forward like a predator cornering its prey, "I’m just done with your lies and your insults. Bucky deserves better than you." Jen instinctively crawled backwards towards the centre of the room. Seeing that she got the attention of the few new recruits she regained her composure, smirked again, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. "You’re pathetic, y/n," she taunted. "Defending a lost cause." her voice was loud enough for y/n to hear but quiet enough that the others might not be able to decipher her words.

At that moment, Bucky and Sam burst into the room, followed closely behind by a new recruit who alerted them of the incident. Bucky’s eyes widened as he took in the scene—Jen on the ground, y/n standing over her, shaking with rage. "What’s going on here?" His demand was completely ignored as y/n’s mind was hyper-focused on the wrath bubbling within her. 

"Get up," y/n demanded, her voice shaking with wrath. Bucky’s momentarily froze as he watched the confrontation escalate before him. y/n, usually so composed, was now a whirlwind of rage, her eyes blazing as she stood over a trembling Jen. Bucky had always known her to be fierce in battle, but this was different—this was raw, unbridled anger. "I'm going to make you regret every word you said. So get on your fucking feet before I rip it off you.." 

Jen, still on the ground, looked up at y/n with wide, teary eyes, playing the role of the victim to perfection. "Please, I didn't– I don’t know what you're…," she whimpered, casting a fearful glance at Bucky and Sam, who had just arrived on the scene.

Bucky's mind raced. Why was she doing this? He stepped forward, trying to diffuse the situation. "y/n, hey!" he shouted, his voice a mix of confusion and anger. "What are you doing?"

Completely ignoring him, "Get up," y/n snarled, her eyes blazing with intensity. "Get up and fight me. I’ll show you who the real monster is." Jen looked up, her hand on her cheek, disbelief mingling with her fury. "You’re crazy," she spat, scrambling to her feet.

Her response was only a furious shout. "I said, get up!"

"y/n, are you crazy?!" Bucky yelled, moving quickly to intervene. He grabbed her wrist, his grip tight and unforgiving.

She turned her fierce gaze towards Bucky; her expression momentarily faltering at the hurt in his eyes. "Bucky, you don’t understand, she--" she began, but the words caught in her throat as she saw Jen's smirk flicker for just a second.

"There's nothing to understand," Bucky snapped. "You’re acting insane."

y/n looked at him, her eyes filled with hurt and frustration. "Bucky, you have to listen—"

But he cut her off, his expression hard. "I don’t care! You hurt her, y/n. You think I don’t see that bruise on her cheek?!" Bucky shouted, his face contorted with anger. His eyes, usually filled with a gentle warmth when he looked at y/n, were now blazing with fury. "This isn’t like you, y/n. I’ve noticed that you’ve never liked Jen, and I don’t know why. But this? This is just immature and reckless." His metal grip on y/n's wrist was tighter than he intended. She winced, her eyes watering not just from the pain but from the sting of his words. 

y/n had never seen Bucky like this. His anger was palpable, radiating off him in waves. It was like being hit with a physical force, and she felt her heart breaking under the weight of it. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, her anger flaring even hotter. "Bucky, you don’t understand," she tried to explain, but the words caught in her throat.

Bucky’s expression remained hard, the force on her wrist tightening painfully. "You need to grow up, y/n," he seethed, his disappointment evident in his tone. "You're always causing drama lately, and it needs to stop. Jen’s been there for me in ways you haven’t, and I won’t tolerate you attacking her like this."

The words cut through her like a knife. Her heart shattered at his harshness, at the realization that Bucky thought so little of her. She yanked her wrist free, feeling the sting of his grip lingering. "Fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Believe what you want."

Without another word, she turned and stormed out, leaving Bucky standing there, torn between confusion and guilt.

A gnawing sense of remorse tugging at him, but he couldn't shake the confusion and anger clouding his mind. "Jen, are you okay?" he asked, helping her to her feet.

Jen, tucking herself to his side, managed to summon a few tears, looking up at Bucky with a feigned innocence. "I don’t know why she hates me so much," she murmured, playing her part perfectly.

Bucky fingers softly traces on her wounded cheek before his gaze switched to y/n’s retreating form, a knot tightening in his chest. He wasn’t sure why those mean words had spouted out of his lips. Was it because he saw Jen injured on the ground and his protective instincts kicked in? Or was it because Jen had been whispering doubts in his ear about y/n’s loyalty, making him question his longtime friend? 

The truth was, Bucky had always relied on y/n’s unwavering support. She had been his rock through the toughest times, and seeing her so furious, so hurt, shook him to his core. Yet, in the heat of the moment, he had lashed out, unable to reconcile the image of Jen crying with the fierce anger that radiated from y/n.

As Bucky comforted Jen, his mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. He couldn't shake the image of hurt on her face, nor could he ignore the nagging feeling that he was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle.

On the side, Sam was only able to watch the scene play out silently, a frown creasing his brow. He had a feeling there was more to this story, and he intended to get to the bottom of it.

As weeks passed, the rift between Bucky and y/n deepened, fueled by Jen's cunning manipulation. In a private conversation, Jen planted seeds of doubt in Bucky's mind, suggesting that y/n harboured hidden resentments and intentions.

"I hate to say it, Bucky, but maybe she's not who we thought she was," Jen insinuated, her voice dripping with false concern. "Maybe she's been hiding her true feelings all along, waiting for the right moment to strike." 

Bucky, already vulnerable and confused after the incident in the training room, absorbed Jen's words like poison, allowing them to fester and take root in his mind. He began to view y/n through a new lens, one tainted by suspicion and distrust. This single conversation, filled with subtle manipulations and insidious suggestions, was all it took to fracture the bond between Bucky and y/n, leaving Bucky cold and distant towards the one person who had always stood by his side.

Most days he would avoid eye contact with her during team meetings, barely acknowledging her presence when they were forced to interact. In training sessions, his instructions to her were curt and clipped, lacking the warmth and camaraderie they once shared. y/n felt each of these interactions like a stab to the heart.

She couldn't understand how quickly Bucky had turned against her, how easily he had accepted Jen's version of events without even giving her a chance to explain. The hurt festered inside her, eating away at her sense of self-worth.

Then one night, as y/n sat alone on the rooftop, staring out into the darkness, Sam found her there. He knew this was where she retreated when she needed space to think, to process her emotions. He approached her cautiously, sitting down beside her without a word.

"Why aren't you at dinner, y/n?" Sam finally asked, breaking the silence. He could see the emptiness in her eyes, the weight of her sorrow pressing down on her.

She shook her head, her voice hollow. "Lost my appetite," she muttered, her gaze still fixed on the horizon.

Sam gently prodded, knowing there was more to her withdrawal than just a lack of hunger. "Is it because of what happened the other day at the training room?" he asked softly.

Instantly, her demeanor shifted. Anger flared in her eyes, directed not just at Jen and Bucky, but at the entire situation. "I don't want to talk about it, Sam," she snapped, her frustration bubbling to the surface. But Sam wasn't one to give up easily, especially when he knew how much y/n was hurting. "Come on, y/n," he urged, his voice gentle but insistent. "You can't keep bottling this up. Talk to me."

Her expression softened slightly at Sam's persistence, but the pain still lingered in her eyes. "Seriously, Sam, please just drop it," she pleaded, her voice wavering with emotion.

Sam could see the cracks forming in her facade, the vulnerability seeping through the tough exterior she usually projected. Without a word, he pulled her into a comforting embrace, letting her bury her face against his shoulder.

As she clung to him, her facade finally crumbled. Her lips trembled, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "He hates me, doesn't he?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbreak. "Bucky hates me."

Sam held her tighter, offering silent comfort as she grappled with the weight of her sorrow. He knew there were no easy answers, no quick fixes to mend the shattered pieces of y/n's heart. But in that moment, all he could do was be there for her, a steady anchor in the storm of her emotions.

The dim glow of the kitchen's overhead light provided a faint sense of solace in the otherwise silent darkness of the compound. Bucky sat at the wooden table, his tired eyes staring blankly at the cup of untouched tea before him. It was a nightly ritual lately, this dance with sleeplessness and the haunting memories that lurked in the shadows of his mind yet again.

Footsteps broke the stillness, and Bucky's gaze shifted to the entrance of the kitchen. y/n stood hesitantly in the doorway, her presence casting a tentative aura over the room. There was a palpable tension between them, an unspoken weight that hung heavy in the air.

She cleared her throat, breaking the awkward silence. "Mind if I join you?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She was expecting Bucky to ignore her completely but he didn’t; Bucky simply shrugged nonchalantly, his guard seemed to flatter. "Suit yourself," he muttered.

As she quietly took a seat opposite him, a heavy silence settled between them. Bucky's thoughts churned with a whirlwind of emotions, each one vying for dominance over the others. His guard seemed to falter in the presence of her tentative yet comforting aura. The weight of his own vulnerability loomed large in his mind, drowning out the anger he had harboured towards her.

As the silence stretched between them, she felt a surge of compassion wash over her. She knew why he was awake at this time. She knew that the tea he brewed was to help him sleep. She was the one who planted that habit to him after all.

And despite everything that had transpired between them, she couldn't bear to see Bucky suffer alone. With a deep breath to steady her nerves, she decided to reach out to him, to offer what little comfort she could.

Without a word, y/n rose from her seat and moved to stand behind Bucky's chair. He stiffened at her touch, his muscles tense with apprehension. But as her gentle hands began to massage the tension from his neck, a wave of unexpected relief washed over him.

Her touch was soft and comforting, a stark contrast to the coldness he had grown accustomed to due to Jen’s unwillingness to acknowledge this side of him. She ran her fingers through his hair, coaxing him to relax, to let go of the burdens that weighed heavily on his shoulders. For a brief moment, Bucky allowed himself to forget the walls he had built around his heart. In her presence, her voice, and her touch; he felt a glimmer of hope, a flicker of warmth that he had long since forgotten.

But then, like a sudden gust of wind extinguishing a fragile flame, the weight of Jen's words came crashing back down upon him. Anger flared within him, hot and fierce, directed not only at y/n but at himself for allowing his heart to yearn for her.

He pushed himself away from the table, his movements sharp and abrupt. "I don't need your pity, y/n," he spat, his words laced with bitterness. "Just leave me alone."

With that, he stormed out of the kitchen, leaving y/n alone in the suffocating silence.The disbelief that clouded her thoughts gave way to a searing agony that twisted in her chest. How could he say such things? How could he push her away so callously, after everything they had shared?

y/n buried her face in her hands, her body trembling with the force of her sobs. The weight of her shattered dreams pressed down on her, crushing her spirit beneath its merciless grip. She had never felt so alone, so utterly abandoned by the one person she had trusted above all others.

The pain of losing Bucky, of losing the love that had sustained her through the darkest of times, threatened to consume her whole. Each breath felt like a struggle, each heartbeat a painful reminder of the emptiness that now filled her soul.

In that moment of crushing despair, she couldn't help but believe that Bucky truly hated her. The thought tore through her like a knife, leaving behind a raw, gaping wound that no amount of time or distance could ever hope to heal.

As she sat alone in the suffocating silence of the kitchen, y/n felt the full weight of her heartbreak descend upon her like a tidal wave. She was lost in a sea of pain and sorrow, drowning in the agony of losing someone she had loved so deeply, so completely. And in that moment, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever find her way back to the surface again.

Unbeknownst to her, Bucky lingered just out of sight, his heart heavy with guilt. He wanted to go back, to take back his harsh words and hold her close, to chase away the tears that stained her cheeks. But the poison in his mind was too strong, clouding his judgement and trapping him in a cycle of self-destructive despair. And so, with a heavy heart, he turned and walked away, leaving y/n to cry alone in the darkness.

The mission had already been tense enough, but as y/n found herself face to face with Jen in a location she wasn't supposed to be, the atmosphere crackled with an added layer of hostility. It was as if fate had conspired to place them in this confrontation, and her jaw clenched involuntarily as she braced herself for what was to come.

Jen's presence in that spot was no coincidence, and she knew it. Her suspicions were confirmed as Jen turned to face her, a smirk playing on her lips, a gleam of malice in her eyes. y/n's grip tightened on her weapon, her pulse quickening as she prepared for the verbal assault she knew was coming.

"How does it feel, knowing that Bucky hates you now?" Jen's words sliced through the air like a knife, each syllable carrying the weight of y/n’s deepest fears. It was a direct hit, striking at the core of her insecurities, and for a moment, she felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath her feet.

But she refused to let Jen see her falter. With a steely resolve, she squared her shoulders and met Jen's gaze head-on, her expression a mask of defiance. She may have been shaken by Jen's words, but she refused to let them break her.

Ignoring the taunts, she focused on the mission at hand, determined to prove her worth despite Jen's attempts to undermine her. But with each passing moment, the weight of Jen's words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over y/n’s every move.

It was a battle on two fronts – against the enemy they faced together, and against the doubts that threatened to consume her from within. But she refused to back down, drawing strength from the knowledge that she fought not just for herself, but for the team she believed in with all her heart.

But Jen's relentless barrage of insults made it difficult to concentrate, her words like daggers slicing through y/n’s defenses.

"Aww come on y/n, bet you’re reeling in the loss right now, aren’t you." Jen continued, her voice ice cold. "The Asset’s little lapdog, clinging to him like a lost puppy."

y/n’s temper flared at the insult, her grip tightening on her weapon as she fought to keep her emotions in check. But Jen's mocking laughter only fueled the fire burning within her, pushing her to the brink of her patience. "Shut your mouth, Jen," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. "Or I swear to God, I'll make sure that the team finds your body disassembled in one of these rooms."

Jen simply rolled her eyes, unfazed by her threat. "You love him that much, huh?" y/n had no intention to deny that fact; she does love him, "More than you ever could." her voice was firm and true. Jen’s smirk fell as she scoffed. "Ain't that cute, the Winter Soldier and his little psycho sweetheart."

Before y/n could respond, a voice cut through the tension like a knife, freezing her in place. It was Bucky, his expression dark and stormy as he stepped into view. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he took in the scene before him.

y/n’s heart sank as she realized that Bucky might have heard everything. She turned around to meet his eyes and his face confirmed her suspicion; he heard it.  Bucky had heard everything – every taunt, every insult, every word exchanged between her and Jen; even the confession of her true feelings. She met his gaze; searching for some sign of understanding of his emotions and the little that she saw was: disappointment, betrayal and guilt, mirrored back at her in the depths of his stormy blue eyes. 

In that moment, all she wanted to do was pull him into her arms, to pull him away from all the painful memories and hurtful words; so far away that he would forget he had ever been taunted, betrayed, or made to feel less than he was.

Before she could utter a word, let alone take a step towards him, Jen's voice broke through, but it lacked the usual confidence. "Bucky, it's not what you think," she stammered, her eyes darting nervously between Bucky and y/n. "I-I was just..."

y/n’s clenched her jaw, her patience wearing thin as Jen stumbled over her words, unable to come up with a coherent explanation. She could see the confusion and hurt in Bucky's eyes, a reflection of the turmoil raging within her own heart.

"I-I mean," Jen continued, her voice faltering. "I was...um...just trying to...uh..."

But her feeble attempts to justify her actions only served to further incense Bucky. His brow furrowed in anger, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to make sense of the situation.

"Enough," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I don't want to hear any more lies."

y/n’s heart ached as she watched Bucky's expression darken with anger and disappointment. She wanted to explain, to tell him the truth about Jen's betrayal and her own misguided attempt to defend him. But the words caught in her throat, choked by the weight of her guilt and regret.

With a heavy sigh, Bucky turned away, his shoulders slumped with defeat. "Let's just finish the mission," he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "We'll deal with this later."

As he was about to walk away, y/n noticed a red dot on his chest, the unmistakable mark of a sniper's laser sight. Without thinking twice, she leaped towards him, her body acting as a human shield. Time seemed to slow down as she collided with Bucky, pushing him out of the way.

"y/n, no!" Bucky shouted, his voice filled with panic as her body slumped against his chest.

In the chaos, Jen was nowhere to be seen. She had slipped away, taking shelter and ultimately fleeing the area as she heard multiple footsteps approaching.

Bucky tried to pull up his gun, but it was too late. An array of bullets rained down on them. He felt the searing pain of a few shots piercing his own flesh, but it was nothing compared to the sight of y/n’s body being riddled with bullets. She was hit in the shoulder, wrist, thighs, and other places Bucky couldn't even register.

Rage surged through Bucky like an inferno, obliterating any semblance of restraint. He moved with a deadly precision, his eyes blazing with fury as he unleashed a storm of bullets on the enemy. His movements were swift and unforgiving, every shot finding its mark with brutal accuracy. The enemy fell one by one, their bodies collapsing in lifeless heaps. The air was filled with the deafening sound of gunfire and the acrid smell of gunpowder, but Bucky's focus was unyielding.

Within moments, the room was cleared, the enemies wiped out in a flurry of rage-fueled vengeance.

The adrenaline ebbed away, leaving Bucky standing amidst the carnage, his chest heaving. He turned, and his eyes fell on y/n's crumpled form. The sight of her lying in a pool of her own blood shattered his rage, replacing it with a crushing wave of worry and panic.

"Hang in there. Please," Bucky hastily spoke, his voice trembling. He activated his com line, desperation seeping into his tone. "Guys, we need help. y/n... she's... she's been shot. We need to get out of here right now!" Panic coursed through him as he turned his attention back to y/n, frantically trying to stop the bleeding on her stomach. "y/n, doll…please" he pleaded, watching her hazy gaze. "Don't you dare give up on me now. Come on."

"babydoll, stay with me!" Bucky cried, his voice breaking as he cradled her in his arms. Blood soaked through her clothes, staining his hands. "Please, hang on, you can’t leave yet. I haven't told you... I haven't—" 

Her eyes fluttered open, her breathing shallow and ragged. "It's okay, Bucky," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the chaos. "It's okay. Don't cry." Her shaking hands struggled to move, and with great effort, she managed to cup Bucky's cheek. The gesture was weak but filled with tenderness. "It's okay," she repeated, her fingers trembling against his skin.

"Don't talk like that," Bucky choked out, his own tears mingling with the blood on his face. "You can't.. I haven't told you...please doll..." His voice wavered with the weight of unspoken words and unconfessed feelings. He hadn't told her how much he truly cared for her, how every moment spent away from her felt like an eternity. He hadn't begged for forgiveness for his coldness, his mistakes, and for letting Jen's poison taint his actions. The guilt gnawed at him, each heartbeat a reminder of the words he hadn't said, the emotions he hadn't expressed. 

He pressed her hand harder against his cheek, feeling the warmth of her touch anchoring him in the moment.Her hand weakly brushing against his cheek. "I know, sweetheart," she murmured. "I know."

Bucky's heart shattered as he clung to her, feeling her life slipping away. "No, no, no," he muttered desperately. "You can't leave me. Please, y/n. Please."

She smiled faintly, her eyes closing. "I'm here, Bucky. I'm right here."

With a final, shuddering breath, y/n’s consciousness slipped away. Bucky felt a surge of panic, but he knew he had to move. He lifted her limp body, cradling her against his chest as he ran towards the quinjet. Each step was agony, his own injuries slowing him down, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting y/n to safety.

"Hang on, y/n," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Hang on. I won't let you go."

In the sterile environment of the medical bay, y/n lay unconscious, her body hooked up to various machines that monitored her vital signs. Bucky sat by her bedside, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying. Every beep of the monitor seemed to echo through the silence, a haunting reminder of her fragile state. He held her hand, his thumb gently caressing her bandaged wrist.

Memories of their time together flooded Bucky's mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of the connection they shared. He remembered the laughter they had shared, the late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning. He remembered the gentle touch of her hand, the warmth of her smile that never failed to chase away the darkness.

But amidst the memories, there was also pain – the pain of their last conversation, the words left unsaid and the choices left unmade. Bucky's throat tightened as he recalled the day he had walked away from Jen, the air thick with tension and unspoken truths.

His voice was cold and final. "You almost got her killed, Jen," he had said, his eyes blazing with anger. "Stay away from us. Stay away from me."

Jen's eyes had flashed with anger, her words cutting like knives as she lashed out in frustration. "And what, you think you'll find someone better than me?" she had spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Good luck with that, Bucky. You'll never find anyone who would put up with your baggage."

But Bucky had remained resolute, his decision fueled by a sense of longing and regret that threatened to consume him whole. "Maybe not," he had admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'd rather be alone than with someone who doesn't truly care about me."

Now, as Bucky sat by y/n’s bedside, the weight of his decision bore down on him like a crushing weight. Tears welled in his eyes as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers trembling with emotion.

"I'm so sorry, babydoll," he whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears. "I never meant for any of this to happen. So, please, wake up. I need you."

But y/n remained unconscious, her breathing shallow and weak as she lay before him. And as Bucky watched over her, his heart heavy with worry and regret, he vowed to do whatever it took to bring her back to him, to keep her safe from harm for all eternity.

For in that moment, Bucky realized that he couldn't bear to lose her – not now, not ever. She was his rock, his anchor in a world of uncertainty and pain. And as he held her hand tightly in his own, he prayed with all his heart that she would find her way back to him, to the love and light that had always guided them through the darkness.

The soft hum of machines filled the air as y/n stirred awake, her senses slowly coming back to her. She blinked, disoriented at first, until her gaze fell upon Bucky, who was sleeping soundly in the chair beside her bed. His hands were clasped tightly around hers, his face peaceful in slumber, but she couldn't help but notice the tear stains on his cheeks, the dark circles under his eyes, the worry lines etched into his forehead.

"How long has it been since?" she wondered to herself, her heart aching at the sight of Bucky's exhausted form. She carefully sat up, trying not to disturb him as she lovingly examined his sleeping face. She couldn't help but smile as she gently ran her fingers through his hair, the soft strands slipping through her fingertips.

Bucky groaned as his sleep was interrupted, muttering something about Sam needs to leave him be; before he abruptly sat up, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Hi there," y/n greeted softly, her eyes sparkling with affection as she watched Bucky's reaction.

For a moment, Bucky seemed unable to comprehend that she was finally awake. His eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth slightly agape. But then the realization hit him, and he threw himself at her, wrapping her in a tight embrace as if she were the most precious thing in the world .Despite the pain that shot through her body, she managed to let out a soft chuckle, returning his embrace with equal fervor. The warmth of his embrace chased away the lingering chill of unconsciousness, and for a moment, everything felt right.

"y/n..." Bucky breathed into her neck, his voice trembling with emotion. She hummed in response, her heart swelling for him. "Hmmm?"

Not wanting to let go of her, Bucky called her name once again, his voice wavering with uncertainty. "y/n-..." She paused, her lips curving into a tender smile as she whispered in his ear, "Yes, Bucky?"

Bucky tightened his grip, his breath hitching in his throat as he buried his face in her shoulder. y/n gently rubbed his back, her touch soothing and comforting as she reassured him, "I'm here, sweetheart." The scent of her hair, the feel of her warmth against him—it all felt overwhelming. Emotions churned inside him like a tempest. Relief, guilt, love, and fear battled for dominance, leaving him raw and exposed.

She gently rubbed his back, her touch soothing and comforting as she reassured him, "Bucky, I'm not going anywhere.

Bucky's mind raced, images of the past few weeks flashing before his eyes. He remembered the coldness with which he'd treated her, the cruel words that had slipped from his lips, fueled by Jen's poison. He thought of the sleepless nights, the nightmares that had gripped him, and the aching void he'd felt every time he saw y/n’s hurt expression.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "For everything. For not believing you. For pushing you away."

Reluctantly, she pulled away, but not before wiping the tears from Bucky's cheeks and fighting the urge to place a tender kiss on his forehead. As she looked into his eyes, she could see the depth of his love and the pain he had endured for her sake. And in that moment, she knew that she had found her home in his arms. Bucky took her hands in his own, his eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to her wounded wrists. "This will never happen again. Ever," he vowed, his voice filled with determination.

Moved by his words, y/n felt her heart flutter with emotion. She realized in that moment that she could never stay angry at him, no matter what had transpired between them. She understood now that they were both at fault, both victims of circumstance and misunderstanding.

With a surge of courage, she reached out and pulled Bucky into a kiss. Her lips met his in a slow, passionate embrace, pouring all of her love and forgiveness into the tender gesture. It was a moment of connection, of healing, of reaffirming their bond despite the trials they had faced.

The taste of Bucky's lips was like a soothing salve to her soul; it was intoxicating. It felt as if the world had fallen away, leaving only the two of them entwined in each other's arms. When they finally broke apart, Bucky whispered those three words that y/n had longed to hear, "I love you."

Her heart soared with joy, and she couldn't help but tease him, "Took you long enough." her teasing words met with a cheeky grin from Bucky.  "I love you too, Bucky" she blinked slowly. As he whispered softly under his breath, "Come here," he pulled her back into the kiss, their lips meeting in a tender embrace that spoke volumes of their unspoken love. And in that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty of their world, they found solace in each other's arms, knowing that together, they could weather any storm.

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A/N: I just needed to let this out lmao. It's been stuck in my head for several weeks. Thank you for spending your time reading this crap... honestly. Love you so much 🤍