“Are you over him?” She asked, eyes expectant. “It’s been a year after all”
I caught her unrelenting gaze as I pretended to think. Of course the answer was on the tip of my tongue before she’d even finished her question. No. No I’m not over him. Yes I still think about him and yes I still love him. I mean sure, I’ve become more independent now, I’ve learnt to love myself more and I’ve achieved things I never would have had I been tied down in a relationship. There have been days, weeks or even whole months when I’ve been sure I was over him. When I was sure he’d finally become just another person in this world. I’d wake up smiling at the happy, independent and empowered person I’d become. I would smile at the world for taking him out of me and teaching me that I can be whole all by myself. But then there are days when I think of him and I wonder what would happen if he just turned up. If he just walked into the room right now I know, against all the strength I have gained without him, I would crumble. My eyes would pour into those boring brown eyes and my hands would reach out searching for the fingertips that always pulled me home. There’s a love inside of me that knows only him, and it would fill me to the brim and I’d feel full again. More full than I’ve felt in ages. So no, I am not over him. Tell me how can I get over a love that refuses to leave. How can I get over him when despite doing all that I should to forget him, all it takes is the sight of him to bring me so helplessly back to him.
“Yes, yes of course I’m over him” I lied.
“It’s been a year after all”.
Hey, buddies. Anyone remember this post I wrote about an arranged marriage with Hanzo? Well, I wrote this little continuation of it to make myself feel better today, and I’m passing the fluff/comfort along to you, my cool followers.
The cool of your silk pillow case had never been so inviting, and you regretted that it was now stained with tears. You had been laying there, thrown across your bed, since you received the news that morning. Your best friend, your closest companion, has passed away last night from an illness you’d never known that she had been fighting. The loss was overwhelming. Peaking at the light that streamed past the drawn curtains, you guessed that it must be near, or perhaps after, noon. A full morning of mourning. The thin rays of sunshine dimly lit your bedroom. Per your request no one had been in to see you since you’d turned your breakfast away.
You stirred, finally, in response to a soft tap at your door. You sat up, bleary eyed from crying, and turned toward where a sliver of light from the hall intruded into your room. Hanzo hovered in the doorway. You offered him a faint smile, more for his benefit than your own.
“May I come in,” he asked, keeping his voice low.
“Of course,” you agreed.
Being that you shared a bedroom, he didn’t have to ask, but you appreciated the gesture all the same. In the year since your marriage, your friendship had blossomed into a casual romance. You ate together, slept in the same bed, and continued to train together until a comfortable, platonic affection had formed between you. You were hesitant to call it love, although it wasn’t unthinkable. As far as intimacy, you held hands for cameras and kissed for the benefit of onlookers, but, in truth, neither of you were prepared to consummate your nuptial rite. The matter of siring an heir was an issue that could afford to wait a few more years.
Hanzo sat beside you on the bed. You sat crossed legged and pulled your damp pillow to your chest. With any luck, he wouldn’t notice the mess of tears on your cheeks. His let one hand rest near your knee, uncertain whether the contact would be welcome.
“You should eat,” he told you in a gentle tone.
“I’m not hungry,” you replied, although the mention of food reminded you of the meal you had skipped.
“I understand, but you must have something,” he insisted.
You hid your face in the pillow on your lap instead of answering. You knew that he was only looking out for your health, but his persistence made you feel like a child. He leaned in and looked into your eyes. In the low light, you hoped, the redness wasn’t as clear.
“Anything you like, I’ll have it made for you,” he continued. “You can eat here, if you don’t want to leave. I’ll bring it to you myself.”
“I’m fine,” you lied.
The pillow muffled your voice, and he smiled despite his best efforts so remain appropriately somber. He took a chance and placed his hand on your knee. You tensed, instinctively, at the contact, but the light pressure of his fingers on your skin was comforting. You rested a hand on top of his and looked up to meet his gaze. With his free hand he wiped away the tears on your face.
“I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” Hanzo stroked your cheek while he spoke. “But if there is anything I can do to ease your pain, I will do it.”
You sniffed back a sob as fresh tears came to your tired eyes. A flash of worry crossed his face before he pulled you against him in a tight hug. You clung to him and cried into his shoulder while he held you. His firm arms locked around you provided better consolation than you would have expected, and his steady even breathing lulled you into tentative calm. You stayed awhile after your sobs subsided, enjoying the tenderness of the moment.
“Thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt.
“Of course,” he answered. His deep voice in your ear roused an unfamiliar lightness in you. "Should I bring you lunch later?“
You nodded and asked, "Cheese pizza and french fries?”
“Anything for you, my dearest.”
You smiled inwardly, pleased with your new pet name.
<b>Requests:</b> Open!<p/><b><p></b> <b>A/N:</b> English is not my maternal language, sorry if this has any grammatical errors.<p/><b><p></b> <b>Summary:</b> Bucky and Y/N have a very close friendship. Both are part of the Avengers. He has a girlfriend and is going to take the big step. She instead, suffers a serious accident that changes everything.<p/><b>Characters:</b> Avengers, Bucky, Fem!Reader, OFC (Reader parents, brother...)<p/><b>Genre:</b> Drama, family, angst, romance, hurt/comfort.<p/><b>Warnings:</b> Curse/Swearing, car accident.<p/><b></b> •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°<p/><b></b> "Two pairs of ACEs, I've won you all!" I exclaimed excited.<p/><b></b> "Oh, come on!" Clint complained after his defeat.<p/><b></b> "For once that I could win!" Nat said frustrated.<p/><b></b> "For once that Tony doesn't play and I have a chance of winning, Y/N makes us to bite the dust! Great!" Bucky said passing his peanuts to me.<p/><b></b> "Thanks, Buck! I'll enjoy your peanuts!"<p/><b></b> "How is it possible that you've won? If you supposedly are bad playing at this?" Clint asked quirking an eyebrow while passing me his nuts.<p/><b></b> "Oh, well... Let's say that I have learned from the best!" I answered to Clint as I winked at Tony.<p/><b></b> "Anyone could win this game." the Stark genius said.<p/><b></b> "It also have to do with the thing that you usually visit Las Vegas?" Nat questioned to Tony, I laughed<p/><b></b> "Maybe." Tony shrugged while he laughed.<p/><b></b> I looked at all my friends who seemed to enjoy the moment.<p/><b></b> "Anybody wants some coffee?" I asked while getting up from the couch of the common room<p/><b></b> "I would like to" Steve and Clint said at the same time.<p/><b></b> "Thank you, Y/N." said Steve with a smile.<p/><b></b> "You are welcome, Cap!" I smiled at him.<p/><b></b> "I'll be back with your coffee, gentlemen." I said while I went to the kitchen.<p/><b></b> "Smells good." Bucky said as he approached me.<p/><b></b> "I know, my coffee is the best"<p/><b></b> "No doubt about it, doll"<p/><b></b> "Hey, how are things with Molly?" I ask to my dear friend.<p/><b></b> "Great, actually, everything is going well. The other day we went out and... well, I proposed marriage. She accepted"<p/><b></b> "Hold on... seriously?" I asked unbelieving, he nodded proudly. " Oh my god, congratulations, Buck!" I hugged him. "You deserve it! Oh, my... God..."<p/><b></b> A strange feeling woke up inside me after think and think again about what he said. I ignored it.<p/><b></b> "Sush, low your voice, Y/N!". He said in a whisper. "Nobody knows anything, you're the first person to know it."<p/><b></b> "Oh! Really? Why?"<p/><b></b> "Why will it be, Y/N?"<p/><b></b> "I do not know..." I shrunk my shoulders.<p/><b></b> "Because you're my best friend, why else?"<p/><b></b> Ouch.<p/><b></b> I laughed "Maybe because you love me?"<p/><b></b> "Well, maybe. Yeah. And you and Jeff? How are you doing?" He changed the subject.<p/><b></b> "We are doing... well." I lied.<p/><b></b> "Are you sure?"<p/><b></b> "No." I admitted "We broke up."<p/><b></b> "Why?" He asked "You were going to live together."<p/><b></b> "I know, but according to him..." I talked "I'm in love with someone else and you know, jealousy kills a relationship."<p/><b></b> "And that's true." he supported his hand on my shoulder and went to hug me "And how you feel about it? Did you talk again?"<p/><b></b> "Sincerely, I'm feeling better than I thought, we broke up the other day and... I don't feel sad or depressed, and that... makes me think that I am insensitive, I don't know, Bucky... We didn't talk since he left my house."<p/><b></b> "Don't say that! Perhaps now you maybe don't feel the need to cry and feel bad, it need not to be just after the break up, you know? It can be when you least expect it or just when you're ready to let you feel that."<p/><b></b> "You are right, Barnes, thank you." I hugged him again.<p/><b></b> "Hey... you know that you can count on me, right? Always"<p/><b></b> "I know. I know." I whispered "Thank you, Sergeant."<p/><b></b> "It is nothing. Come on, let's bring them the coffee." He said while the returned to the living room.<p/><b></b> "Yes, sir"<p/><b></b> [...]<p/><b></b> "So you will come, Y/N?"<p/><b></b> "Huh? Sorry, I was with the paper work... What's up?" I raised the view.<p/><b></b> "I was wondering if tomorrow you will come to the cinema with us, and with Laura and the kids?" Clint asked with a smile.<p/><b></b> "Yes of course!"<p/><b></b> "That's great!" Nat exclaimed "I won't be the only single while these two spend the film flirting!<p/><b></b> I laughed. That also make me it to my.<p/><b></b> My phone rang, it was my father.<p/><b></b> "Excuse me, I'll be right back, guys." It took me a bit to answer the call. "Dad?"<p/><b></b> "Hello sweetheart, how is everything going with the Avengers?" my father asked<p/><b></b> "Dad! It is been so long without knowing about you!" I said as I looked around "Everything is going really well. And you? Who are you doing?" I questioned happy.<p/><b></b> "Well, hey, bubble..."<p/><b></b> "Dad... how many times I said do not call me that... Tell me, what happen?"<p/><b></b> "Listen, I'm coming home"<p/><b></b> "Really? If so, when?" I asked excited, since it would be the first time that I would see my father in 18 months.<p/><b></b> "In two days I'll get to New York."<p/><b></b> "This Sunday, I..." I whispered "Then I'll pick you up at the airport, yes?"<p/><b></b> "Y/N, you don't need to take the trouble." he said calmly.<p/><b></b> "Dad, like it or not, I'll do it. And then we're going to enjoy the best lunch ever, alright?" I smiled.<p/><b></b> "You're just as stubborn as your mother." he said nostalgically.<p/><b></b> "So? What we can do now about that?" I said funny. "How long is going to be your permission?"<p/><b></b> "About that is what I wanted to talk to you. Honey, I've retired, I've left the army."<p/><b></b> "What!? When!"<p/><b></b> "Bubble, I have to go, this weekend I'll explain you everything."<p/><b></b> "Okay, bye dad. I love you."<p/><b></b> "I love you too, Y/N, bye." I smiled, finally I would see my father.<p/><b></b> Once finished the brief conversation with my father, I finished the paperwork that I had, then I cooped up my things, I said goodbye to everyone and went to my apartment. I was accompanied by Bucky, who had been waiting for a while. We were heading to the garage.<p/><b></b> "Do you want me to take you home?" I asked him.<p/><b></b> "No- well, Yes." he said awkwardly.<p/><b></b> "Yes or not, Barnes?" I laughed.<p/><b></b> "Not or Yes? What?"<p/><b></b> "Oh, god! This is been the weirdest conversation ever!"<p/><b></b> "Yeah, actually" he smiled at me.<p/><b></b> I loved his smile.<p/><b></b> "Y/N, can you take me to the Italian restaurant?" He asked nervously.<p/><b></b> "Sure! Will you be dining there with Molly?"<p/><b></b> "Exactly, doll. Why?"<p/><b></b> "Nah, for nothing, I wanted to congratulate her."<p/><b></b> "Congratulate her? Why?"<p/><b></b> What a dork.<p/><b></b> "Of course, aren't you going to marry her?"<p/><b></b> "Oh, yeah!" He laughed.<p/><b></b> After that and the short trip to the restaurant, I congratulated Molly for agreeing to marry Sergeant Barnes, because thankfully, I would not be the only one next to Steve that we would have to worry about him.<p/><b></b> But it saddens me in some way, although I do not know why I feel this, that there are things that are going to change.<p/><b></b> [...]<p/><b></b> I snorted.<p/><b></b> "I hate traffic! Damn traffic!" I said taking my hands to my head. "I should have gone through the other way ... But no! I had to go down the main street... Great! Just great!"<p/><b></b> I turned the radio on. The music they played rumbled in my head, but at least it made something more enjoyable the wait.<p/><b></b> Again. Damn traffic.<p/><b></b> It waited 15 minutes, when the thing finally seemed to move on and I was able to follow the road without more problems, but the traffic light turned red, so I had to stop, again.<p/><b></b> My phone started ringing. I could not find it, it had to be on the seat next to me. I looked for it and it appeared under the passenger seat, I bent to take it.<p/><b></b> It was for an instant that all around me was illuminated, a blinding light prevented me from seeing well and a sound like the horn of a truck. It came from the same direction as the light.<p/><b></b> A strong impact, hit my car and caused several dangerous turns. I saw the crystals break and I heard a loud metallic noise before everything darkened.<p/><b></b> Everything happened very fast.<p/><b></b> I saw nothing. Everything was dark, it was like if the world had disappeared. As if there was nothing.<p/><b></b> "Miss? Help! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! We need help!" I heard a distant voice shouting for help, I suddenly opened my eyes and saw that I was face down, inside the car yet.<p/><b></b> I shook my head a little, I looked around, everything was backwards. I saw everything double and each time the voices were more distant. I tried to stay awake, but I felt my eyes close. I really tried not to lose consciousnes.<p/><b></b> "Now I understand that... What Jeff told me..." I thought. "Funny. It was true."<p/><b></b> Shit.<p/><b></b> "I'm in love with him. I'm ... in love with Bucky," I whispered before being embraced by the darkness.<p/><b></b> And well, then, everything just changed.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
I’m early, but I don’t want to forget this in my Early morning rush tomorrow to get out the door. Philkas day 6- Long distance.
I wanted to show Philip being cute and cheering on his boy.
Philip watches the T.V. screen holding his breath, his eyes following the bike he knew Lukas was on, absentmindedly biting at his fingernails. “Pull ahead, Just a bit more, Pull ahead Lukas!” He finally yelled at the screen, earning a laugh from both Gabe and Helen.
“I thought you weren’t really into Motocross?” Gabe asked passing the popcorn over to Philip.
“No, but I’m interested in Lukas and seeing him wi– Yes!” He nearly dropped the bowl, but instead passed the popcorn over to Helen. Lukas had managed to cut to the inner part of the tracks final curve and cut into First place, winning the race.
Philip watched the camera turn to show the Win over in slower feed back, the broadcasters commenting on Lukas’s moves and racing. “He’s really good.” Helen smiles. “Oh look, they’re interviewing him.”
All eyes are on the screen. Lukas’s hair sticks up every which way and it’s visible how much he’s sweating from the heat and exertion. “First off, great job on the win Lukas.” The caster smiles and Lukas does to as he thanks him. They awkwardly banter a bit, Philip can see the way Lukas shifts to try and get away. (He hates interviews, he never has anything to say, or so he says) “So Lukas, before we go any special girl you want to give a shout out to?”
“No.” Lukas answers quickly, looking down to the ground and shaking his head. Philip wishes he was there to congratulate him in person.
“O-Oh, you hear that ladies? He’s sin–”
“I’m not, I’m not single either.” Lukas says quickly cutting off the older man. “I have a boyfriend, his name’s Philip.” Lukas answers with a pointed tone and Philip feels his face begin to warm. Lukas just called him his boyfriend on T.V. “I hope you’re watching Babe, this ones for you.” He lifts up the medal with a cocky grin.
Philip starts nervously laughing and tries hiding his face in his hands as they cut away to commercial. Helen and Gabe are cooing and awwing at him about his boyfriend when his phone goes off. His smile gives it away before he can scamper from the living room. “Hey! You took first!”
“Tell me something I don’t know, I was there.” Lukas says, the sound of the crowd behind him. “Did you see the–”
“The interview, yeah, I did. You called me your boyfriend in love television, gotta say that’s a step up from the party in Red Hook.” Philip’s smile hurts, he’s so happy. Yet, he can feel himself getting ready to cry. He misses Lukas, but he’s doing so well, he feels selfish when he asks what’s on the back of his mind. “So that medal. You going to come home with that soon then?”
There’s a pause. “N-not exactly.” Lukas answers. “Since I won this one, I move up and go onto my first National competition.” Philip can hear the broken tone in Lukas’s voice. “I want to see you so bad though. I miss you.”
“You’re doing so good though,” Philip give trying to take a breath, “I just…You’re going to kick ass at the next race.”
“Philip,” Lukas offers softly, “C’mon, are you really okay, I mean you don’t sound okay. You want me to botch the ne–”
“You do that and you’re going to regret it later, please, don’t throw any of these races Lukas, this is your dream. I want you keep going. The distance sucks, but this is what you’ve been waiting for your whole life.” Philip tells him sternly. He opens his mouth ready to say something more when Lukas intervienes.
“I love you.” Lukas says it quickly and without hesitation. “I really do.”
“I-I love you to Lukas.” Philip replies smiling softly as his blinks back the few stray tears.
“I gotta go, we need to get packed up and ready to get on the road,” Lukas whispers. They hang up and Philip tries to recompose himself before going back into the living room. For a moment he’s angry and bitter with Helen for saying he couldn’t go with Lukas. (Since he’s still under eighteen and the state needs to keep tabs on him) However when he sees the hurt look on her face, he says that he’s fine, she’s only trying to do right as his Mother.
Long distance was hard, but they were making it work. Every night, they’d figure out the time zones and call each other, while Philip tried counting down the days till he was eighteen. (Which was actually pointless, because Lukas’s season would be over by the time he was officially a legal adult.)
That next Monday Philip walks through the door and notices a package addressed to him on the kitchen table. He can recognize Lukas’s handwriting quickly and doesn’t hesitate to open it. Inside he finds of course the first place medal. He reads the attached letter, while smiling.
“By the time you get this, we’ll be on a plane back for a few days. This time, I’m not leaving without you. Even if I have to sneak you out.
Philip laughs and brings the medal upstairs to his room and stands holding in his hands smiling at the polished gold metal. Lightly Philip kisses it before he hangs it around his bedside lamp’s shade.
science says you're dead and gone forever reason says I'm talking to the air but something in my heart some secret hidden part illogically insists that you are there somewhere
perhaps it's not too late to change the course of fate cause after all I must be pretty great if you believed in me
don't do it
i know what you're wishing so with your permission I'd like to bring back your bride
and then twist my words let the people scorn me who cares if no one will ever mourn me? let them bury the side of the story they'll never learn let the truth be twisted let my life be twisted i'll be twisted it's my turn
“Justin, why are you crying?” I asked him as he turned around so his back was facing me. He’s so sensitive “Justin?”
“I don’t know,” He said without looking at me, he walked up to mason to give him a kiss “It’s better if i go.”
“You don’t have to,” I said but he was already leaving the room, I picked up mason and followed Justin downstairs “Pattie hasn’t met him yet.”
I don’t know why i wanted him to stay….. maybe i wanted a few more minutes with the love of my life.. hours…. days…. weeks maybe months… maybe I wanted him next to me forever… I want him to be in mason’s life forever, i don’t want him to leave.
“She can meet him another time-” He started but i cut him,
“No justin she’s his grandma,” I said, I flipped my hair and walked away. Pattie stood up from the couch with a wide smile on her face when we walked in. “Pattie i want you to meet Mason.” I handed her mason who was looking at the three of us with his big eyes. “Mason this is grandma.”
“Hi mason!” She said in this cute playful voice and started tickling him and he, of course, that happy baby he is started laughing loudly. I looked over at justin and caught him looking back at me. I feel guilty that he missed the day i gave birth to Mason, and the months after that. I really feel guilty as I see his eyes sparkle as mason continues to laugh. “Yes let’s play with toys come on!” I was watching justin so closely that i didn’t even hear pattie talk to mason. They walked over to mason’s toys and justin had his hands wrapped around each other on his chest.
“You’re not going?” I asked him.
“No, i actually wanted to ask you something.” He said looking me in my eyes.
“Sure,” I said looking at his hands, “Go ahead.”
“Can my um,” He started stuttering, is he scared? “Can my friends meet mason?”
Was he scared to ask this because his friends are bad boys or what? I don’t know how his friends are so should i say yes or no? I don’t trust his friends and i can’t let mason alone with Justin. I don’t know if he’s ready to watch mason without me around. “I don’t know,”
“They are really nice people,” He said taking a step closer, “I promise nothing will happen and I'll have him back around eight.”
“Alright, but justin i swear if something happens..” I said but regret it because his face expression changed from happy to sad real quick.
“You don’t trust me?” He asked and my heart broke “Of course you don’t.”
“I do,” I said, “I do, but when it comes to mason..”
“I promise nothing will happen, just call me and I'll bring him right back.”
I nod looking at the ground, he promised right? There’s nothing to be scared off. He walked over to pattie and mason and sat down on the ground. He picked up something, probably one of Mason’s toys and started talking in this weird voice.
“Hey mase, I’m peter.” Justin started and i let out a snort. “Your mommy is laughing at me do you know why mase? No? Let’s ask her!” He said and picked mason up, pattie just laughed at him. Justin grabbed ‘peter’ and shoved it in my face. “Why mommy why?” He said and mason giggled. “Why are you laughing at daddy?”
He looked over at mason who was still giggling like crazy, while my heart started beating faster at the thing he just called himself. Mason started babbling some things to himself until he said that one word that made both justin and me look up at him with shiny eyes.
It’s short I know but don’t be mad because I’ll continue this as a fanfiction and we (the owners) were really busy with school but we’re back, so get ready!!
ooc;; … You know what I owe this blog one last post.
ooc;; It’s dead here. This blog is dead and I’m not planning on bringing it back. Got no reason to. I wanted to leave this blog to just die, never hop back on since this terrible fandom still has connections to it… but there are people who never got to see me make my official move and the blog I’m on now. So I owe it to the people I don’t strongly dislike/outright hate to post here just how things are doing.
This blog is dead. But my Nep muses live on - they were, up until very recently, on my General Multifandom Multimuse - but recently, the four that were there moved to a new Hyperdimension Neptunia blog. This one has the whole main cast. Right here’swhere you wanna be. As of now, nothing but the relationship between Nep and Zane has carried over… though only time will tell how true that stays.
ooc;; Anywho, those of you who enjoyed my content here, didn’t see me move, and I don’t have any reason to hate? Give my blogs a follow! If I hate you? Well, I’ll block you when I see you, so if you didn’t already know, you will. Ohhhhhh, you will.
So! That’s how things are. I’ll think of what to change the URL here to to show that it’s archived… just the way it is. See the Cool Blogs at the new places!
I saw a lot of people comparing Emma killing Hook to Buffy killing Angel. I think that even with the obvious similarities, these were very different (I’ll explain why later) but I want to talk about what happened after their deaths. How Buffy and Emma reacted differently to having to kill the people they loved. After all, it’s in this Buffy episode we get one of my favorite quotes ever:
Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you’re not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So, what are we, helpless? Puppets? Nah. The big moments are gonna come, you can’t help that. It’s what you do afterwards that counts. That’s when you find out who you are.
In the surface it’s all very similar. They both kill their boyfriends and are devastated. They both go to a “hell dimension” and come back from it. And then both boyfriends come back from the dead. So, what are the differences that, in my opinion, made the story told by Buffy so much better?
First, I want to talk about the difference I see between the two killing scenes. Like I said, they’re both similar in the surface. Both Emma and Buffy had to kill the person they loved to save the world with a sword to the chest. The same thing, right? No. Buffy killing Angel was about Buffy, and Emma killing Hook was about Hook.
Buffy made the decision she had to make to save the world. She was ready to kill him when his soul came back. He didn’t even know what was going on, she kissed him and killed him. It was a decision she had to make. And it was SO hard. But she did it anyway, because that’s what she had to do.
Emma killing Hook was all about him and his choices. The decision to kill him to save everyone is not hers, it’s his. He is the one who tells her to kill him so he can “die as a hero”. She doesn’t want to, but she does what he asks. He is the hero (he’s not, obviously, but that what the show is saying) so it’s all about him.
Ok, now let’s see what happens afterwards.
Buffy is obviously devastated, she isolates herself from her friends and family and goes to another city. She isn’t the slayer anymore and she is even using another name. But she never tries to bring him back, even if she’s broken. She lost herself due to the trauma, and that’s clearly what the show is saying. In this same episode she goes to a hell dimension where she realises that what she’s doing is not ok, and starts to find herself again. She uses her slayer powers and affirms her name and who she is before leaving the hell dimension. Then she goes back to her friends and family. All of that happens in one episode.
Emma is also obviously devastated, and also isolates herself from her friends and family, but not physically, just emotionally. She can only think about Hook, can’t accept he died and decides to get him back from the dead. And the people who love her go with her because they want to help. So, like Buffy, she goes to a sort of “hell dimension” . There, he is still the only she can think about, and when they find him she can’t let go of him for one second, acting like a typical damsel in distress. To me, it looks like she lost herself like Buffy did. She’s not the savior anymore, she’s not the Emma Swan who wanted to protect her family, who had agency, she’s a woman who can only survive if she has her boyfriend with his arm around her. But unlike Buffy, Emma losing herself lasts several episodes, and it doesn’t look like the show is aware of this. They seem to think that’s who she really is. But for a moment, when she’s leaving the UW, it looks like the show might finally acknowledge this, and she finally lets him go… but again, it was not her choice, it was his.
After she comes back, Buffy goes back to her life, to her friends and family and even starts dating again. Angel has been gone from months and she is starting to move on. She has time to deal with things and see she can have a life without him. And even after he returns, she doesn’t go immediately back to him. She helps him, but she keeps moving on with her life.
They’re not giving Emma the same chance. He’s coming back right after she let him go. There’s no time for her to deal with things and realise the can live without him. There’s no time for her to grow. See, I’m not even saying he couldn’t come back, even if I think he shouldn’t, but there’s not even time to show Emma moving on without him. And when he’s back she’s immediately hanging on him like before.
So Buffy told a similar story in the surface but made it about the female character and how she made her choices, dealt with things, moved on and grew as person without Angel. And that doesn’t mean she didn’t love him, of course she did, but she’s someone who fights and moves on even when it hurts. OuaT is just making Emma completely dependent on her boyfriend and with no agency, and giving her no time to deal with things. The viewer just learns she really can’t live without him anymore. Is that what love is? Not being able to survive without the other? Is that who Emma really is? Is that the story they really want to tell?
I’m very sad to see Emma, a character I always loved so much, being portrayed like this. I still think there is coming back from it, but the writers need to see what they’re doing to her for it to get better, and I don’t know if they see it.
This is based on speculation from next episode that Hook will come back and they will be happy. If he’s an hallucination or something like that, things are a bit different, of course :P