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Can you make a Latina reader x Matt sturniolo smut? You can make it up how you want it
Lipstick- M. Sturniolo
pairing: Thick!Latina!reader x Boyfriend!Matt
classification: fluff, smut
inspiration: request^^
translations: embedded within the story!
warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, use of Spanish, Hispanic/ Latino culture mentioned, established relationship, slight cursing, traditional parents, mentions of alcohol, didnât name any of the side characters, long
summary: Mattâs nervous to meet your family, but after making a good impression you treat him to a night full of kisses and lipstick stains.
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Matt sits in the living room, nervous hands playing with the keys that hang from his belt loop. Your mother keeps him company, sitting on the sofa across from him as she asks him a plethora of personal and uncomfortable questions. Latina mothers are unashamed to prod into the personal life of others, especially when meeting their daughterâs boyfriend for the first time.
Youâve only been dating Matt for a couple of months, and although he seems like a nice kid, sheâs not entirely sure she can trust your judgment just yet. The few boys youâve brought home before havenât always necessarily met her high standards. Matt hasnât done anything to throw her off yet, but sheâs sure sheâll find something to dislike. If he manages to stick around long enough, though, heâd surely grow on her.
âSo what do you do for work?â your mom asks, momentarily looking up from her latest costura project to catch Mattâs anxious gaze. She expertly weaves the string in and out of the white lace, forming an intricate floral design in the process.
[translation: costura- sewing]
âOh um⊠my brothers and I we make YouTube videos,â Matt doesnât know where to look, heâs afraid to make eye contact but also afraid that if he doesnât itâll come off as disrespectful. Heâs never been so nervous in his life, and from the look on your motherâs face he can tell that thatâs probably not what she wanted to hear.
Your mother scoffs, obviously unimpressed with his answer. âEsta niña, siempre saliendo con los mĂĄs huevones,â she turns her head towards the stairs. Mattâs been waiting for you to descend for over 30 minutes, and the awkward tension was even becoming too much for her.
[translation: âThis girl, always going out with the laziest ones.â]
Matt coughs, taking a quick swig of the water bottle in front of him. Heâs nervous, his hands are clammy and he has no idea what your mom just said. What was taking you so long?
âSo is YouTube gonna pay the bills?â your mom was abrasive and she knew it, but she couldnât help it. In her eyes, nobody was worthy enough of her babygirl. Matt remains silent, he doesnât even know what to say, so she continues, âYou know, when you two start having kids.â
The thought of having children at 20 years old terrifies Matt beyond belief, he can feel his hands getting clammier by the second. He understands that itâs a cultural dissonance, though, so he keeps his mouth shut. âWeâre not planning on any kids soon, maâam. We havenâtâ Um, we havenât really talked about it,â his voice trembles slightly, your mom was doing a good job of intimidating him.
Matt takes another swig of his water, his mouth was dry and he felt like his throat was closing up. âOh, but youâre having sex with my daughter right?â the question is so unapologetically bold that it causes Matt to choke on the liquid, some of it managing to dribble down his chin.
âIâm sorry?â he chokes out, but he heard your mom loud and clear.
Finally, as if on queue, Matt hears footsteps coming down the steps. âFinally!â he thinks, watching as your curvy figure rounds the staircase and enters the living room. Matt shoots up from his spot on the couch, his eyes immediately dancing over your entire body.
Youâre wearing a fitted, black bodycon dress that reaches just above your knees. The spaghetti straps work to hold your bust in place, a gold necklace dangling delicately above the curves of your breasts. You push your freshly curled hair onto your shoulders, luscious locks framing your face perfectly. White lace-up sneakers adorn your feet, your ankle bracelet glimmering as you walk into the living room.
Matt canât keep his eyes off of, every aspect of your being pulling him in and putting him in a trance. Your mom notices Mattâs inability to hide his attraction for you, âher eyes are up here!â His face goes beet red, eyes immediately darting up to your face.
You roll your eyes before sending Matt an apologetic smile, âYa nos vamos, Ma.â
[translation: âWeâre leaving, Ma.â]
âBueno, mi niña. PĂłrtate bien,â she warns, bringing you in for a strong, warm embrace. Your momâs change in behavior is so quick it gives Matt whiplash, but he canât blame her for being standoffish with him. He understands that itâs her mother bear nature.
[translation: âOkay, babygirl. Be good.â]
You kiss your mom on the cheek, your red lipstick staining her face. You turn to Matt with a big, toothy smile sprawled onto your face. âYou ready?â you ask, taking his hand in yours as you guide him outside. He nods and hums in response, squeezing your hand as he trails behind you in a lovesick daze. Your ass jiggles with each step and Matt wonders how he ever got so lucky.
âSorry for taking so long,â you apologize once youâre in the car, getting situated in the passenger seat. âNo problem. You look really beautiful,â he replies, starting the car and doing another once over on your body. You lean over the center console with puckered lips, âkiss?â He happily obliges, your red lipstick instantly transferring onto him. His pants are becoming tighter by the second and you notice it right away. Your relationship is still in its infancy, so even this has you blushing.
âWas my mom nice?â
âMm yeah, some like that,â he replies with a chuckle, adjusting his pants and beginning the drive to your destination. You know heâs lying, but youâre grateful that heâs courteous enough to put up with your momâs attitude.
âJust wait till you meet my dad and my siblings. Theyâre not as bad,â you say, the hum of the car engine and the low music in the background creating a calm atmosphere.
âCanât wait,â he laughs, and although heâs nervous for when that day finally comes, heâs actually excited to become a constant presence in your life. It might be too early to say it, but heâs definitely falling in love with you, the tent in his pants making it obvious as ever.
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A year has passed since that day and, as expected, your mom has warmed up to Matt. They arenât super close yet, but she definitely sees him in a different light. She can tell that he truly cares for you and that what you two share is real, but the real test comes when Matt meets your dad.
Your dad works a lot, the manual labor taking a toll on his body that puts him to sleep as soon as he gets home. So, even if your dad is home when Mattâs around, heâs usually asleep or resting in his room.
Matt was nervous when he met your mom, but heâs TERRIFIED to meet your dad. There are so many factors to take into consideration; the language barrier, the cultural dissonance, the fact that heâs your literal dad! It doesnât help that your siblings are gonna be there too, all of it makes Matt tremble with unease. But heâs been invited to your familyâs cookout so he can no longer postpone it.
Itâs a sunny Saturday afternoon. The weather is nice, itâs not too cold or too hot. Itâs the perfect day for a cookout, and Matt should feel excited, but he doesnât. Sweaty hands grip the steering wheel as he anxiously drives to your house. Chris and Nick are being dragged along as moral support, but unlike Matt, theyâre not nervous.
âMaybe I shouldnât have brought you guys. I donât even think they know Iâm a triplet,â Mattâs words are coming out a mile a minute as he places the car in park outside your house. The panic is starting to set, and from the looks of it theyâre the first ones here. Usually being on time would make Matt proud, but this just means there will be less people to hide behind.
âDude, itâs gonna be fine. Plus, maybe Y/n has a cute cousin or something and we can be like brother in laws,â Chris is only half-joking. âGross,â Nick grimaces, hopping off the car and beginning the short walk to your front door. Chris laughs, copying Nickâs actions and following closely behind.
That just leaves Matt. Heâs glued to the front seat, mind racing uncontrollably. If heâs going to do this, it needs to be quick and painless or heâll just psych himself out. He takes one deep breath in and out, unbuckling himself with such fervor that the seatbelt slaps the door. Once he steps out of the car, he takes a second to anchor himself before jogging to catch up to his brothers, who are already ringing your doorbell.
Three minutes pass and no one has opened the door, so Nick rings the doorbell again. âAllĂ voy, allĂ voy!â a voice shouts from inside, the door swinging open aggressively to reveal your little sister.
[translation: âIâm going, Iâm going!â]
âOh itâs just you,â she deadpans, moving aside so they can walk in. She slams the door shut, pushing past the stunned trio until sheâs at the foot of the stairs. âY/nâs upstairs,â she says, waving towards the staircase haphazardly.
âY/N! YOUR BOYFRIENDS ARE HERE!â she shouts up the stairs, the loud outburst taking the triplets by surprise.
Your sister is a good 4 years younger and the complete opposite of you. Sheâs a thin tomboy, wearing an outfit so oversized that sheâs drowning in fabric. Her style directly resembles Chrisâs, chunky sneakers adorning her feet and a backwards hat resting atop her long, curly hair. A long gold chain that she stole from your older brother hangs from her neck, swaying back and forth as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Her makeup is nicely done and her glossy lips are resting in a smirk, she loved embarrassing you.
âStop yelling, pendeja!â you shout back, head peering from your doorway. Your sister shoots you an unbothered shrug, turning on her heels and disappearing into the backyard. You descend the stairs, immediately hugging Matt and planting a fat kiss on his lips. Within seconds his lips are the same color as yours, your cherry lipgloss tasting all too familiar.
[translation: pendeja- dumbass (feminine)]
âYou guys are early,â you chuckle, pulling away from Matt to greet the other two. âYou can blame Matt for that,â Nick says, the four of you walking outside to the backyard patio. The setup is simple but nice, rows of foldable chairs and tables lining the grassy lawn. Coolers are up against the walls of the house, each one filled to the brim with soda, juice pouches, and alcohol.
As Matt is surveying the area, he sees your dad, or at least he thinks he does. A tall, muscular man is working the grill. His shiny, bald head reflects the sun and his tattoos are on full display past the sleeves of his ribbed cotton tank top.
Matt grabs your hand, pulling you back slightly, âIs that your dad?â His voice is hushed, afraid to be heard accidentally.
You follow his gaze, âWhat? No. Thatâs my brother.â
An audible sigh of relief escapes Matt, and you instantly clock it, âDonât worry, babe. Everyoneâs gonna love you.â The reassuring words momentarily calm his nerves.
Your older brotherâs boisterous voice breaks the moment, âY/n, go get the rest of the carne from the kitchen!â Heâs pinching carne asada, elote, and cebolla off of the grill with long metal tongs, stacking it neatly on a metal tray.
[translation: carne- meat, carne asada- grilled meat, elote- corn, cebolla- onion]
Chris is the first to approach your brother, his friendly nature making it easy for him to talk to new people,âDude, that smells good!â
Your brother is very kind, his scary appearance completely juxtaposing his hospitable personality. Heâs wearing baggy jean shorts and black air forces with a matching gold chain and bracelet. The black sunglasses that rest on his face make him look unapproachable, but the warm smile he offers Nick and Chris makes up for it.
âIâll be right back, okay?â you quickly peck Mattâs cheek, once again staining his face with your lipstick. Matt hums in response, joining the rest of the men around the grill.
âI feel like Iâm seeing triple. I didnât even know there was three of yâall,â your brother jokes, offering them each a firm handshake. Even though theyâve heard the joke millions of times before the triplets laugh.
âYeah, we get that a lot,â Nick laughs.
âBet you do. Which of you is dating my sister, though?â your brother asks, but he knows the answer; the red kiss on Mattâs cheek is a dead giveaway.
âThat would be this lucky guy,â Nick replies, shaking Mattâs shoulders playfully. Mattâs cheeks burn a bright red and he canât stop himself from smiling, he truly was lucky. âIf the red lipstick on his face doesnât tell you, then his smile surely will,â Chris chimes in, his finger smudging the makeup on Mattâs face.
Your brother laughs, âYeah you might wanna wipe that off before el jefe gets back.â
[translation: el jefe- the boss (masculine, a nickname commonly used when referencing oneâs father)]
âOh shit,â Matt mutters, scrambling for a nearby napkin and rubbing it along his face feverishly.
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An hour has passed and no one else has arrived yet, I guess the triplets didnât get the memo that Hispanics are almost always fashionably late. Your brother is still working the grill, immersed in an entertaining conversation with Nick about God knows what. Chris, on the other hand, is playing soccer with your sister. He keeps either kicking the ball over the fence or missing it completely, his clumsy actions make your sister laugh uncontrollably.
You sit with Matt at one of the many tables, hands intertwined as you both anxiously await your parents arrival. âHe should be back by now,â you mumble, a restless leg bouncing up and down. You knew Matt would make a good first impression on your dad, but you were still nervous.
Itâs almost like you summoned him, the familiar sound of your dadâs pickup truck ringing in your ears as he pulls into the driveway. âIs that him?â Matt asks, grip tightening on your palms. âYeah thatâs him. Donât be nervous, my dad is nice,â you reply, but youâre equally as anxious.
Your dadâs first words do nothing to help your case, youâre just glad Matt canât understand them, âVengan a ayudar, huevones!â
[translation: âCome help, lazies!â]
âLemme go help, you stay here. Okay?â
âNo, Iâm coming with you.â
âActually yeah, good idea.â
Matt follows you to the front yard, heâs so beyond nervous that his hands are practically dripping with sweat. Your dad senses Mattâs presence immediately, âY este pinche gĂŒey que?â
[translation: âWhoâs this fucking guy?â]
âPa! No seas feo!â you exclaim, but your dad just rolls his eyes and silently instructs you to unload the truck. He bought more alcohol for the party, because when youâre Hispanic you can never have enough.
[translation: âPa! Donât be ugly!â]
âEs tu novio o que?â your dad asks, grunting as he picks up two cases of beer. He rests them on his shoulders with ease, heâs so strong that it intimidates Matt. âYes, dad. Heâs my boyfriend,â you reply, playfully rolling your eyes.
[translation: âIs he your boyfriend or what?â]
Your dad, much like your brother, is also bald. The greatest differences between the two men are the wrinkles that crease near your dadâs eyes when he smiles, his long bushy beard, and his protruding beer belly. âNice to meet you,â your dad finally directs his attention towards Matt, offering him a genuine smile as his thick accent butchers the words.
âNice to meet you too, sir,â Matt replies, picking up a case of alcohol as to make himself useful. Your dad can tell that Mattâs nervous, and even though he doesnât like the idea of you dating, he decides to take it easy on him. Heâs heard stories about Matt from your mom and by the way you look at him, your dad knows heâs the one.
As your dad enters the backyard, absolutely shocked to see Chris and Nick. Never in his life has he met a twin, let alone triplets, âAy gĂŒey! Hay tres? No chingues, creo que me mareĂ©.â Everyone, except for the triplets who have no idea whatâs going on, laughs at your dadâs statement.
[translation: âOh shit! Thereâs three? Fuck, I think I just got dizzy.â]
âI think he likes you,â you shrug, a sly smile playing on your face. Matt suddenly feels confident, all the nerves washing away.
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As the hours pass, the party becomes less innocent as everyone becomes more and more inebriated. Mattâs chatting with some of your uncles and cousins, a cold beer resting in his hands. Heâs been nursing the same bottle all night, only sipping from it occasionally.
Youâre on the opposite end of the lawn, sitting at a table with your chismosa cousin. âYour man is so handsome, prima. If you find another one like that, send him my way.â
[translation: chismosa- gossiper (feminine), prima- cousin (feminine)]
âHe does have a brother,â you joke, eyes still trained on Matt. You needed to get him alone in the house, away from prying eyes.
You could think of so many actual reasons you needed him right now, though. First, he was being such a gentleman with your family. He introduced himself and made small talk despite the evident language barrier. Secondly, when you served him a plate, he finished it faster than youâve ever seen him eat anything. Then, when he got up for seconds, he moaned as the delicious flavors melted in his mouth.
Everyone loved him, and for whatever reason that turned you on. The longer you looked at him, the wetter you became. Youâre clenching your thighs together, the sheer thought of him making you squirm. Before you know it, youâre excusing yourself from your cousin and walking up to Matt with a random excuse as to why you need him inside.
âHey is everything okay?â Matt whispers, hands resting on your hips. His head is crooked down towards you, lips capturing yours briefly before resting his forehead against yours. âYeah, just missed you,â your breathy words fan his lips as you place a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth and travel them down his neck.
Although he welcomes the feeling, youâre both standing in the kitchen and if anyone were to walk in theyâd catch the intimate moment. Thatâs the last thing he wanted, especially not after making a good first impression, ânot here, baby.â
You pout, completely retracting yourself from Matt, âokay.â
âNo, wait. I said not here,â he pulls you back in as he looks around the house in search of another secluded area, not wanting to completely abandon your touch.
âThen where?â your voice is sultry and inviting.
âOutside?â itâs the first thing that comes to Mattâs mind, and the suggestion breaks you from the mood.
âOutside, Matt? Really? Like what, like a dog?â you have a dumbfounded look on your face, almost like you canât believe he even suggested it.
âNo, like, in my car,â he dangles the keys in front of your face before pulling you back in for a heated kiss.
The kiss seems to convince you because heâs successfully leading you to his car. The street is dark, only illuminated by a few street lamps, but you find it with ease.
You fumble into the backseat, Matt following behind you giddily. âWe have to be quick, okay?â you whisper, pulling Matt in for another kiss by the collar.
âYou know I like taking my time with my girl,â you can hear the smirk in his voice, a playful scoff falling from your lips. You scoot further into the back seat, making room for Matt as he situates himself between your legs.
âDid I tell you how beautiful you look today?â he brushes a stray curl away from your face, a gentle hand caressing your cheek. âHmm yes, but I could hear it again,â you turn your face, kissing his palm.
âYou look beautiful today,â he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss. You mould into each other, your lips fitting perfectly against his. Matt grinds himself down on you, momentarily breaking from you long enough for you to feather kisses along his neck.
With each kiss comes an affirmation, âIâm. So. Proud. Of. You.â Itâs too dark to see, but youâre leaving lipstick marks all over him. The praises send blood rushing to his dick as you continue, âYou did so good, papi. Just like I knew you would.â
[translation: papi- daddy (bear with me ppl)]
âYeah? How good?â he eggs you on, relishing in all your sweet words. His hands push your dress up, the fabric scrunching up around your hips to reveal the red lace panties you wore underneath. Matt swears heâs in heaven.
âYou did perfectâŠâ your words trail off as you watch Matt remove your underwear in a daze. âHow about you show me how good I did?â he grabs your waist, flipping you both over so youâre on top. You let out an excited squeal, your bare cunt coming in contact with his rough denim jeans. His dick is straining against the fabric, begging for release.
You grind onto his clothed penis, one hand resting on his chest as the other pushes your hair out of your face. Mattâs hands instinctively find your hips, a firm grip guiding your swiveling motions.
âTell me how you want me, baby.â
âRide me?â
As soon as he says it, youâre wiggling down onto his thighs and unbuckling his pants. Your fingers dance along his erection, teasingly tracing it. Matt bites his lip at the sight, âPlease donât tease.â
âSo polite,â you giggle, finally tugging his pants down. His dick slaps against his stomach, the swollen tip already dripping with precum. Your thumb runs across the tip, spreading the lubrication along his shaft.
Mattâs a whimpering mess, propped onto his elbows to get a better view of you. When his hips subconsciously buck into your hand you decide to stop teasing and situate yourself above his crotch, dragging his penis along your wet folds before positioning it right at your entrance.
Youâre going so slow, too slow, so Matt decides to take matters into his own hands. He grabs handfuls of your ass, pushing you down onto his dick with force. âMatt!â you gasp, the delicious stretch sending you into overdrive.
He doesnât respond, instead he pushes and pulls your hips so that youâre bouncing on his cock. Your breasts are jiggling rhythmically, threatening to spill out of your dress. Animalistic grunts fill the car as Matt watches your pussy wrap around him, his jaw is slack and his eyebrows are furrowed in pleasure. Your soft whimpers and moans motivate him to keep going.
âYou like that?â The car is rocking with the intensity of your movements, windows becoming foggier and foggier with each breathy moan that escapes your lips.
âYes!â your voice is high pitched and squeaky, the pleasure choking you up. âUse your words, pretty girl,â he grunts, feeling the familiar wave of pleasure approaching.
âItâs so good, papi. So, so, so good,â you babble, struggling to formulate coherent sentences. Your pussy is fluttering around him, the sensation bringing Matt closer to his breaking point.
âFuck! Iâm gonna cum,â he whimpers, large hands squeezing the skin around your hips so hard that it was sure to bruise. You place loving kisses all over his face, especially on his cheeks and the corners of his mouth.
âI love you,â you moan, chanting his name again and again right after. Heâs thrusting up into you feverishly, his pace faltering slightly as you both near your climax. âI love you too, princess. So much,â his voice is strained, strong arms wrapping around your waist and holding you in place as he shoots his warm load into you. His affirmations send you into a state of euphoria as your orgasm washes over you.
Heâs peppering kissing all over your chest, whimpers escaping his lips as he comes down from his high. You delicately push his hair off of his sweaty forehead, admiring him as he continues his gentle attack on your chest.
âWe should probably get back, babe. Theyâll be wondering where we are,â you whisper, but he doesnât want to let go. He wants to stay like this with you forever.
âLet me enjoy this a little longer,â he murmurs, hooded eyes finally looking up at you. Your lipstick is smudged all over your mouth. âAww baby, your lipstick is all messed up. You look so cute,â he laughs, attempting to wipe some it off but failing.
He shifts slightly, the streetlights briefly managing to illuminate his handsome face. Your kiss marks are all over, a clear visual representation of how much you love him.
âYouâre wearing more of it than I am,â you joke, earning yourself a playful slap on the ass.
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A/n: clearly I couldnât just write a smut right? Lmaoooo idk I had all the characters in my brain & it couldnât just be smut đ hope u enjoy
This is so different from anything Iâve written before so lmk how yall like it & if you enjoy having Spanish in stories w/ the translations in the storyđđ» also donât kill me for using papi, iâd gladly call my man papi any day đ
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The Sky Above, by @mediumorange
I am SO excited to finally share this project with everyone!! Way back in the fall of 2023 I embarked on my first foray into bookbinding, and I thought, what better work to start this hobby off on than with one of the greatest works the Brokeback Mountain fansphere has to offer, written by my dear friend Emily?
And so began my year-long journey with this work, haha.
The book is a square back bradel style binding, covered in turquoise bookcloth. I used a kettle stitch to sew the textblock, and then Lineco-brand PVA glue as the adhesive for everything that needed to be adhered.
While I'm proud of the entire book, I have to admit the thing that I'm most proud of is the cover design.
To make a long story short, I wanted to find a way to make fully illustrated covers on bookcloth, and most of the popular methods of cover design that I had seen were all very limiting for me as an artist to do the things I wanted to do. Thus much of the time I spent making this book went into deep-diving into the world of textile design and ink transfer methods.
In my research, I discovered these types of toner sheets called Direct-to-Film (DTF, lol) transfers. Basically, you can print any design you want at most any size using the full range of the CYMK color spectrum + black + white, then you use a heat press to transfer the design onto your fabric et voila: your design is embedded into the textile.
Because neither the Renegade Bindery discord nor the bookbinder reddit groups really knew what I was talking about when I asked if anyone had ever tried this method out, I put my little rodent ears on and became the guineapig lol.
The first practice attempts I made at this came out tentatively successful, and when I tried it again for the real cover, it came out perfect. I'm still floored by the results tbh. This is such a game changer and I hope more binders can utilize direct-to-film transfers in the future!
Anyways, I really hope you love your belated birthday gift as much as I loved making it, Emily đ„° Thank you for sharing your talents with such a small fandom sphere, and I can't wait to bind more of your works in the future!!
Editing by me
Typesetting by me
Binding by me
Art by me
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Twenty years ago, MySpace and Facebook ushered in an inspired age of social media. Today, the sticky parables of online life are inescapable: Connection is a convenience as much as it is a curse. A lotâs changed since those early years. In June, the US surgeon general, Vivek H. Murthy, called for a warning label on social platforms that have played a part in the mental health crisis among young people, of which âsocial media has emerged as an important contributor.â Social Studies, the new FX docuseries from documentarian Lauren Greenfield, bring the unsettling effects of that crisis into startling view.
The thesis was simple. Greenfield set out to catalog the first generation for which social media was an omnipresent, preordained reality. From August 2021 to the summer of 2022, she embedded with a group of teens at several Los Angelesâarea high schools for the entire school year (the majority of the students attend Palisades Charter), as they obsessed over crushes, applied to college, attended prom, and pursued their passions.
âIt was an unusual documentary for me,â Greenfield, a veteran filmmaker of cultural surveys like The Queen of Versailles and Generation Wealth, says of how the series came together. âThe kids were co-investigators on this journey.â Along with the 1,200 hours of principal photography Greenfield and her team captured, students were also asked to save screen recordings of their daily phone usage, which amounted to another 2,000 hours of footage. Stitched together, the documentary illuminates the tangled and unrelenting experiences of teens as they deal with body dysmorphia, bullying, social acceptance, and suicidal ideation. âThatâs the part that is the most groundbreaking of this project, because we havenât really seen that before.â
The depth of the five-episode series benefits from Greenfieldâs encyclopedic approach. The result is perhaps the most accurate and comprehensive portrait of Gen Zâs relationship to social media. With the release of the final episode this week (you can stream it on Hulu), I spoke with Greenfield over Zoom about the sometimes cruel, seemingly infinite experience of being a teenager online today.
JASON PARHAM: In one episode, a student says, âI think you canât log in to TikTok and be safe.â Having spent the previous three years fully immersed in this world, Iâm curious if you think social media is bad?
LAUREN GREENFIELD: I don't think it's a binary question. I really went into this as a social experiment. This is the first generation that has never grown up without it. So even though social media has been around for a while, they are the first generation of digital natives. I thought it was the right time to look at how it was impacting childhood. Itâs the biggest cultural influence of this generationâs growing up, bigger than parents, peers, or school, especially coming out of Covid, which was when we started filming. You know, I didn't go into filming with a point of view or an activist agenda, but I certainly was moved by what the teenagers said to me and what they showed in their lives, which is that it's a pretty dire situation.
Without a doubt.
Jonathan, in episode five, says it's a lifeline, but it's also a loaded gun. So I don't think it's about whether there are good things in it and bad things. We see both in the show, but we also would not let our kids be around a loaded gun. So I do think that we need to change the engineering of it so that we can keep the good and not have the bad.
I entered high school in 2000, before the social media boom, and I always joke with friends how I probably would not have survived if we had it the way kids do now.
The genie is out of the bottle. But there is regulation now to get rid of it in schools, which I think is great. We also see the problem of distraction in the show. And we see the need of this generation for person-to-person connection, which they don't have enough of. We've also seen how for people like Nina, LGBTQ+, even some of the social justice reactions that happen in the series, it has a use. It also is a means of creativity and entrepreneurship. And we see that with our characters too.
But there are also just things that make life extremely toxic for teenagersâthe 24/7 comparison culture, the algorithm bringing them down harmful paths of learning. What some of the new information coming out of TikTokâs internal research shows us is that these apps are engineered and they can be engineered differently.
Have you seen the Jim Henson movie? Itâs called Idea Man.
No, I havenât.
One thing that really moved me that I thought was relevant to social media and thinking about the good and bad of it, is that Joan Ganz Cooneyâthe TV producer who started Sesame Streetâhad this idea of bringing in people who know what kids love, which was Jim Henson and the creatures, with people who know what kids need to learn and what they need. Itâs that second piece that has never been relevant to tech designers and engineers who have only been designing for maximum engagement, even if it's at the expense of the health and well-being of young people. We have a mental health crisis on our hands because of it. Technology is important and important for so many reasons, but I think we have an untenable situation with the current engineering of social media.
So youâre saying we need even more guardrails?
Now having filmed the showâand I hope people get itâwe have to have empathy for these teenagers. Like, it's not fair to ask them to self-regulate when the apps have been designed to be addictive.
How did you land on Los Angeles as the petri dish for this social experiment?
I've been looking at youth culture for 30 years. My first book, Fast Forward: Growing Up in the Shadow of Hollywood explored how kids were influenced by the values of fame, image, and materialism. Those themes are also really relevant in the social media age. Fame is something that is not for celebrities anymore, it's for every kid looking for likes. And likes have become a rite of passage, in terms of popularity. Image making, FaceTune, Photoshop, styling, curating your brandâall of these things that used to be the realm of celebrities are now the realm of everyday children. And a lot of times in my work, I'm trying to document the air we breathe, the popular culture that's all around us. Sometimes it's hard to see. So for me, with LA, I wanted to look at where that was the most pure and strong, rather than where it was average.
The point of view shifts between students and parents. Ivyâs mom in particular has very sharp views about trans people, vaccines, and politics. Why also include their voices in a series so acutely focused on teen life?
When I started, I didn't know I was going to include the adults, but they ended up being so important. There are a lot of loving, caring parents in the show who have no idea what's going on in the social media lives of their kids. I didn't know a lot as a parent either. I think that the show is very entertaining for teenagers, twentysomethings, and thirtysomethings. For parents, it's more of an education and I hear more of them being shocked by it. It was important to see the disconnect between this generation and their parents, how much things have changed, and how much parents don't realize what's going on.
Many of the kids started taking action into their own hands.
One of the most important things I came out of this with is, parents, teachers, and administrators are not addressing the problems. They might not even understand the problems. So we get this world of young people helping each other. We have Jonathan, Cooper, and Dominic all working at a crisis hotline doing peer counseling for kids in distress. We have Anthony who becomes a vigilante because he's so frustrated that nobody's doing anything about the racist incidents and sexual assault that heâs seeing. And we have kids also making media, like Cooper having a podcast about body image. That stuff is sprouting up because they're very alone in this.
Why do you think there is such a disconnect?
Theyâre just from a different generation. My youngest, who is 20, I remember I would ask to see stuff. And this was in the earlier stages of social media. You know, I kind of demanded that he would show me. But he refused. He had a different view of everything. He felt it was his private space. We need to move off that and open up a dialog. This show, it's really meant more to open dialog rather than have solutions, even though the kids give us some solutions. But the parents are an important part of the equation.
Like Ivyâs family?
Ivy's family story was a really important social media story. It's kind of the story of the division that we're seeing in our culture nowâhow algorithms and silos take us into these different ways of thinking and split us apart, how they make the other the enemy. Weâre seeing how terrible the disinformation problem is, how tragically it could affect all of us in this election. Their story came about very unexpectedly. But I thought it was fascinating, and getting to know all the members of that family, you can see how both parents love their kids, how both kids love their parents. I didn't want to vilify anybody. But we also see how tragic it is when ideas and algorithmic silos divide family members.
Watching the series made me wonder if these kids are doomed, in a sense, because they are so beholden to platforms like TikTok and Snap. Itâs all they know. Is this a tragic story?
No, I don't think so. The hope we see in episode five and their resilience is a testament to the resilience of this generation and the way they can help us carve a path forward. If anything, the adults have been a little bit irresponsible and kind of unknowing. The tech companies have been downright irresponsible. Safeguards like we have in all other media have been missing. Not to point fingers, this is a medium that has come up very quicklyâ
Please point fingers.
Look, it's relatively new what we're learning. In episode five, Sydney says, âOnce we knew the harm of cigarettes with lung cancer, there was change made, there was regulation. And now we know there's a connection between social media, mental health, eating disorders, and suicidal ideation.â So once this knowledge is here, we have to act. To me it's very hopeful, and I know at the end the kids are like, âWhat do we do? We can't live without it.â But understanding that ââthere are actually a lot of things that can be done, between regulation, between asking tech companies to change the algorithm, and also legally if they were responsible for their publishing, like every other publisher, we might be in a different space.
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Somebody to Call My Own Timeline
Don't put me on blast if this is incorrect, I had to tweak the canon timeline since Ford doesn't meet Bill/build the portal. Fiddleford's timeline was also altered to fit the narrative.
May 1969:
Ford & Stan are 17
Stan is kicked out
September 1969:
Ford & Stan are 18 (their birthday is June 15th)
Unable to find the funds for a better college endeavor, Ford attends Backupsmore University. His roommate is Fiddleford just like in canon.
June 1970:
Stan commits suicide on their 19th birthday.
Ford falls into a depression & Fiddleford helps him keep up in college while he grieves. Their bond grows deeper because of this, closer to family than friends when Ford eventually puts himself back together.
June 1974:
Ford graduates three years ahead of schedule at 23 years old.
He moves to Gravity Falls w/ Fiddleford to continue their research concerning dimension travel.
They design and build the first prototype of the wormhole gun, scraping it to try again when the results are decidedly explosive.
Ford is working on drafting blueprints for a side project, it's the first stages of what will become the technology that will allow him to predict/alter the future.
January 1981:
Ford is 31
Ford & Fiddleford complete the final version of the wormhole gun.
They begin testing with inanimate objects.
The future reader is a handheld device, unpolished and clunky, but it works and that's what matters.
Fiddleford refines the design to make it work better, compacting the technology into a repurposed biker helmet. The visor also acts as a screen, displaying the encoded data for Ford to read.
Fiddleford wants Ford to hide his identity while traveling the multiverse since he's in possession of revolutionary and dangerous technology. Ford agrees that it would be for the best.
January 1982:
Ford is 32
Ford uses the wormhole gun to enter the multiverse for the first time.
Ford remains in contact w/ Fiddleford using a special radio that locks onto it's twin's frequency even across dimensions.
Ford uses an altered version of the unicorn hair spell to seal off his dimension (it was Fiddleford's idea to protect their dimension from potential threats). Only Ford knows how to get inside.
February 1982:
Ford is still 32
Ford meets Bill.
Bill helps Ford adjust to the multiverse, teaching him tricks and skills to survive.
Ford finds Bill interesting because he can't see into Bill's future, his curiosity about the entity blinding him to Bill's true intentions.
Ford studies Bill with the demon's consent, and they become friends in the process.
Bill keeps trying to sweet talk/trick Ford into making a deal w/ him in order to get into Ford's head and find the cipher so he can read the data about the future, but Ford declines each time.
Bill can't just take the helmet from Ford because it has unicorn hair embedded in the frame.
March 1984:
Ford is 34
Bill drops the act and betrays Ford.
Fiddleford loses contact w/ Ford after the radio is destroyed by Bill when the demon takes Ford captive.
One of Bill's human pets (a resident of the conquered dimension) removes the helmet from Ford's head since Bill himself can't touch it, Bill keeping it as a trophy while he attempts to break Ford.
March 1994:
Ford is 44
Bill tortures Ford for ten years, trying to get Ford to either make a deal or just tell him how to read the encoded data. Ford won't budge.
Fiddleford, not knowing what else to do, maintains the shack in Gravity Falls in the hopes that Ford will return one day.
Fiddleford also tries to track Ford down using the helmet's signal, but he's had no success so far.
Bill slips up by not bothering to chain Ford up after a fresh round of torture, Ford taking the opportunity to build a bomb with the destructive power of a black hole while Bill is busy greeting his freaks.
The Axolotl saves Ford's life by pulling him out of the dimension right as the bomb goes off. The Axolotl heals Ford's body, but the mental and emotional wounds from his imprisonment remain.
April 1994:
Ford is still 44
Ford fully commits himself to his mission to travel the multiverse, helping numerous versions of his brother get a happy ending.
Ignores his trauma like a boss.
He doesn't return to his dimension, unable to face Fiddleford and the questions he'd inevitably ask about where Ford had been for the past ten years. Emotional repression at it's finest.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Ford, Fiddleford was finally able to pinpoint where the helmet is. So Fiddleford knows Ford is alive, but he isn't sure why Ford hasn't come back yet.
This causes Fiddleford to obsess over the helmet, half convinced that Ford's dead and that someone else is in possession of the device.
So his next project is to somehow confirm whether or not Ford is the one wearing the helmet, planning to deactivate the device if Ford's dead.
June 2006:
Ford is 57, 13 years have passed since he was saved.
Ford comes across the Stan from dimension 77/H and ends up nabbing him from his dimension.
Ford has far more advanced technology than what earth is capable of, taking inspiration from the dimensions he's visited to design a tattoo made of nanobots that allow him to teleport short distances, he still has to use the gun for long distances. But if he can see his destination, he can teleport there with the tattoo. The ink is red and the tattoo is the outline of the Stan o' War.
Fiddleford had long since figured out that Ford was still in possession of the helmet due to scanning his brainwaves and comparing them to the brainwaves he has on record from the initial testing of the helmet.
After confirming that the brainwaves are an exact match, Fiddleford then locks the helmet biometrically so only Ford's brainwaves can activate/operate it, giving himself peace of mind by adding the extra security measure.
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In Avatar: The Last Airbender, I think the finale I have the most problems with is the Book 2 finale for a number of reasons that have always bothered me.
Azula's Plan
Despite how the show presents it, Azula's plan kinda isn't that smart. She turns up with Mai and Ty Lee in Kyoshi garb while having zero intelligence, and just lucky for her the GAang isn't there at her welcoming ceremony. Because Sokka just happens to be off to see his Dad (something she didn't know), Toph was kidnapped (something she didn't know), Aang is with the Guru (again, something she does not know) and for some reason Katara, despite being at Ba Sing Se, doesn't bother going to welcoming ceremony to see "Suki". *Convenient*. This is something Azula could not have predicted yet she's just that lucky. What was Azula's plan if the Gaang were there and had no other commitments? They'd seen through her disguise immediately and she and her team would be surrounded by hundreds of enemy benders with no clear exit. And Azula had figured that the Kyoshi Warriors knew the Avatar, so this is what she should have been expecting.
Another aspect of Azula's plan I didn't like was how she so easily won over the Dai Li. They never show the Dai Li's disenfranchisement, that perhaps if members of the Dai Li were growing wary of brainwashing women to be smiling Joo Dee tour guides, and wonder what the point was. Azula could have easily had an in if it was thought to be written. Perhaps she could have convinced them Sozin's comet was gonna destroy their little utopia in a few months, and Long Feng was in denial and like "fake news"? That it was ultimately pointless this entire Ba Sing Se project. It might have been better to show Azula chip away at them with some kind of logic over a "divine rule" speech about something the Dai Li would hardly care for. But they don't really do that, we're just to assume Azula is just that "uber-powerful" and "inspirational" and that's the only thing the Dai Li care about enough to sell out to Firebenders after hundreds of years of being embedded in the Earth Kingdom operatus, which is a bit weak reasoning to say the least for such a risk and change in their entire point. How did they know that the Fire Nation, who have such a fascist superiority complex, wouldn't dispose of them once the Fire Nation troops rolled in?
And then, despite taking over the Dai Li, the show never really uses them again except in the Day of Black Sun briefly. It was all just to give Azula a quick win and then be discarded as a real plot point .
The Invasion
Sokka *shocked*: "They knew."
One of the worst tie-ins with the Ba Sing Se arc is the invasion plan and that the GAang remain oblivious to the fact that the Fire Nation expects an attack on the Day of Black Sun. King Kuei told Azula about the invasion plan while she was in disguise and then found out she was an imposter later, yet never mentions this to the GAang. Moreover, Katara had the invasion plans scroll that was given to her by the Council of Five when she was captured by Azula, yet never wonders what happened to this very important information she was tasked to keep safe. This is pretty hilarious since the GAang talk about the upcoming invasion quite frequently in early Book 3. And furthermore, Sokka and Toph know that the Council of Five, who planned the whole invasion, were captured by Azula's agents. On top of this, the entire of Ba Sing Se fell, meaning the Fire Nation had access to their entire archives and anyone involved in drafting or writing the plans.
This is such a basic and unbelievable communication issue that normally would naturally resolve itself with just a modicum of effort, yet the GAang are surprised to find out on the Day of Black Sun the Fire Nation had an inkling of being attacked on an eclipse and upped their defences.
Sokka (shocked): "They knew."
Me: "No fucking shit, dude."
#avatar the last airbender#avatar legend of aang#azula#ba sing se#book 2: earth#sokka#katara#avatar aang#toph beifong#bad writing
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Hi! Yes! Iâm the ask! Iâm very excited hehe. The 4 agents I chose for: Iso, Jett, Sage and Deadlock. If I had to describe the readerâs personality theyâd be like private/reserved sort of very calm and an experienced fighter, reader could be fighting against the selected agents (sort of like how you did Nomad and their recruitment? I really like Nomad btw).
I unfortunately wasnât able to find Acheronâs exact capabilities but I did decide on a basis for the readerâs abilities (Ice or snow) also I did find a few clips for reference:
https://youtu.be/l1Yw8r4F9W0?si=K-SiYUsK6Qi-v0dD
https://youtu.be/G2xiqsEoFDQ?si=R4VNy-oS_2fQ84qB
COLD RECEPTION // (VALORANT X READER)
Reader Profile//Â SNOWFALL
Your status as a radiant made you stand out in the world, and your abilities terrified those around you. The Scions of the Hourglass made a deal with you, they would train and care for you and youâd help maintain their secrecy. Abandoning your lonely existence, you became a master of your ability over ice and did work for the Scions. Soon, you began to doubt your allies and were assigned a Valorant agent to kill as a final test of loyalty. Â
ISOÂ
There was a stillness in the air, brought on by a combination of the night and the cold that blew through the streets of a desolate industrial district
You waited outside with binoculars trained on the sidewalks, waiting for your target. Deciding that your stakeout was taking too long, you looked over the dossier again
Li Zhao Yu, aka. Iso, defected from the Scions months ago to join an organization called Valorant. His skills rivaled yours, and his power over radianite was strong too
The picture included didnât match up with the face of a hardened killer though
Below you spotted something purple flash from the windows of an abandoned factory. You narrowed your eyes and watched for more
Iso was locked in combat with a number of radiants. If it wasnât for the dossier you would've been shocked at how dangerous he was
He dropped each of the radiants one by one. All the while, he maintained an air of calmness with each shot
He exited the building carrying some strange triangular device. He put his finger to his ear and muttered something to an unknown receiver
Realizing he was calling in some kind of extraction, you put your plan into action and activated your radiance
Wind began to swirl around as frost collected on broken windows. You pulled your knife from its sheath and let ice collect along the blade
Swinging the blade, you launched the collected frost towards Iso. Your careful aim drove the ice spear into his shoulder
Leaping from your vantage point, you jumped from the building and slid down to street level. You readed a pistol as you got to Iso
âYou shouldnât have left us,â you said, cocking the action back on your gun. âPeople like you are one of a kind.â
âIf youâre with the Scions, then donât waste my time. I work with Valorant now, and I washed my hands of those monsters.â
âThey arenât monsters, they saved me! I was nothing before they came and trained me!â
âI read some files on you, Y/N. You were missing for years and turned into a weapon for them. They fear you, they only want to control you and use your power.â
âIs that what you think? Is that why you left for some bullshit organization that pretends to care about you? The Scions are my family now, and I wonât disappoint them.â
âValorant would take care of you if you decide to come with me. We can avoid this fight if you stand down.â
âIâd rather die than be a traitor like you.â
â...fine Y/N. What happens now is on you.â Iso grabbed the ice embedded in his shoulder and threw it to the ground
Taking your chance to shoot, you suddenly found yourself on the defensive. Iso had reached for his Sheriff while removing the ice
Bullets almost reached your head as you took cover and blocked out the area with a sudden freezing mist
You heard a window break and ran after the sound, finding yourself inside an abandoned machine shop
With your first steps in, a bullet ricocheted off the wall behind you and sparks danced from the impact
As you moved farther in, more shots came from the darkness. Iso was tired, injured, and had to hide
âGood.â you thought. You began dropping the temperature around you while placing your knife in its sheath and charging it with cold
Isoâs breath was now visible from the frigid air. He was hidden behind a hydraulic press and breathing quietly
You pulled the knife slowly from the sheath, letting ice condense onto it and extending it into a long icy blade
Silently, you moved about the shop. Your footsteps were quiet from the stealth training you endured
As you moved towards Iso, violet hexagons crept underneath you and made contact. You fell into the floor and were dropped into some strange realm
The dossier missed the fact that Iso could do this, because you were quickly disoriented by the rush of purple
âY/N this is your last chance to stand down. Iâm not here to kill you, I want to leave that part of me in the past with the Scions.â echoed throughout the space
Iso appeared in front of you and you charged forwards with your blade, directly for his neck. You sliced and crescent of frozen air spun towards his throat
He raised his hand and conjured a wall in front of him. The ice slammed into the hardened tiles as you continued with your attack
Iso turned his wrist and pulled the trigger once. The bullet went right for your head, and by closing the distance you were in even more danger
Suddenly you were back in the shop and Iso was in front of you
âDui Bu Qiâ he whispered before the world went dark around you
You awoke in a room lit by a single light and restrained in a chair. Your head was sore and the room was almost spinning
âYouâre finally up Y/N. Hao de, we can finally talk.â
âI have nothing to say to you, just kill me because I wonât tell you anything about the Scions!â you spat back
âI already have all the information I could ever want on them. I don't need you to betray them for me.â
âYouâre one to talk about betraying the Scions.â
âThey wonât come to save you, now that they know youâve been captured. If anything theyâll either try and kill you or assume youâre dead.â
âNo! Theyâll come for me, theyâll make you pay for taking me prisoner!â
âYou were sent to kill me when I defected.â
Isoâs truth buried itself in a growing pit of despair in your stomach. It was so obvious they would save you but something in you began to pull at that conviction
Tears streaked down your face and turned to snowflakes as they fell. The realization that you would never have your life in order finally fell on you
A warm hand found its way onto your shoulder. Isoâs palm met yours despite the freezing cold temperature
âBie ku Y/N. Donât worry I know it looks lonely but you wonât be walking away from them alone. Iâm here for you if you need to talk.â
âThey were everything to me, but theyâŠtheyâd kill me just like theyâd kill anyone. Did I ever mean anything to them at all?â you asked already knowing the answer
âIt doesnât help to think of them right now, what matters is that Valorant will care about you. We arenât here to kill or control, we just want to do right.âÂ
You looked up and in your state your power began to escape. You began to grow colder and shivered slightly
Iso took his hand off of you and began to unzip his jacket
He draped it over your shoulders
âY/N, youâre freezing.â
âIt happens when Iâm worried, I think Iâll be fine.â you tried to avert your eyes but couldnât pull them from Iso
âAre you saying you want to join Valorant then?â Iso leaned in towards you
âI donât have anywhere else to go, but youâve been so patient with me. I feel horrible for what I tried to do, but youâre being kind and I want to repay that somehow.âÂ
âIâll talk to my higher ups and get you a room at the HQ. While we wait, we should find a way to keep you warm. Do you drink tea?â
âSure, what kind do you have?âÂ
Having tea with Iso was the first of many moments you shared with the assassin. Both of you had your respective pasts entwined, but that only brought you closer
Eventually it became a routine, meeting with Iso and just talking for hours on end about whatever you both thought
Months later, you realized that Valorant had become a second home for you. It was all thanks to Iso
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What If Tim Drake Was Never Rescued? The Making of Joker Junior
Tim Drake never became Robin. He was just a smart kid, a quiet shadow with a camera, trailing the Bat and the rogues of Gotham, digging into the mysteries of the cityâs underworld with a tenacity that should have earned him a place beside the heroes he admired. But then, one night, he dug a little too deep, got too close. Joker noticed him watching, eyes bright with curiosity, and that was itâTim vanished off Gothamâs streets, just another lost kid in a city that moved on.
Except Tim wasnât really gone; he was Jokerâs new project.
The Joker didnât just lock him up. He broke him down, with every taunt and twisted trick. Timâs mind, once sharp and resilient, became the Jokerâs playground, his personal canvas. Joker saw the spark, the intelligence, the raw potential in himâand Joker loved breaking things with potential. Each day, he wove his madness deeper into Timâs mind, twisting and warping his reality. Tim tried to hold on, to remember who he was, what he cared about, but every moment was a fight, and Joker didnât play fair.
Days bled into months, maybe years. Gotham moved on. The city forgot about the missing kid whoâd once admired heroes. But Tim? He stopped thinking of rescue, stopped imagining life outside of Jokerâs twisted games. His laughter, once warm and genuine, turned sharp and hollow. Jokerâs cruelty became his comfort. Eventually, the line blurred until there was no Tim Drake leftâonly Joker Junior.
It was Joker who gave him his new name, laughing as he handed him the purple suit. âYouâre a real chip off the old block now,â heâd sneered. Joker Junior didnât protest. He just put the suit on.
The transformation was complete. Heâd become Jokerâs perfect apprentice, a wild-eyed agent of chaos, dancing through Gothamâs streets with a smile too wide, eyes too dark, and laughter that sent shivers down peopleâs spines. The innocence he once had was gone, replaced with Jokerâs venom, embedded so deep it felt like his own.
One night, Batman finally tracked him down. Heâd been following the mysterious âJoker Juniorâ across the city, tracking the strange sense of familiarity in the kidâs movements, the way he seemed to know Gothamâs streets like the back of his hand. They clashed on a rooftop, Joker Junior dodging and weaving, just like⊠just like Robin. Bruce caught a glimpse beneath the mask, a flash of familiar features, and his world seemed to tilt.
âTim?â Bruce choked, his voice breaking. For a second, Joker Junior stilled, his eyes meeting Bruceâs.
But then that dark grin returned, the twisted mask of the Jokerâs protĂ©gĂ©. âTimâs gone,â he said, his voice too casual, too familiar, too empty. âJoker taught me better.â
And as Bruce reached out, trying to connect with whatever was left of the kid heâd never saved, Joker Junior slipped into the night, his laughter echoing behind him.
#tim drake#joker junior#dark au#twisted robin#tim becomes joker's apprentice#broken tim drake#definitely a what if scenario with a lot of potential#batfam angst#bruce wayne's regrets#what if tim was never saved from the joker?#sorry its been a hot minute since i've posted something
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More Innovative ideas of NodeMCU based projects for final year students
Do you want to make your NodeMCU based Projects Creatively? Our Takeoff Edu group provide best and unique projects for Final year students. It will help you to get more scores in Final exams. Here our Professionals Support students ideas and guide them to build their own projects.
For real-time monitoring and control, the NodeMCUs are located in the classroom strategically. These devices allow for automation of functions like attendance, light control, and temperature control. With NodeMCUâs Wi-Fi capacities, the information is transmitted directly to a centralized server and thus, the educators receive the information instantaneously.
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Mudslide Disaster Monitoring and Early Warning System Based on ESP32
Home Automation Using Google Voice Assistant
Mudslide Disaster Monitoring and Early Warning System Based on ESP32
Mudslide disasters have a great impact on mortal society, and severe mudslide disasters can beget significant casualties and property damage. In order to reduce the damage caused by natural disasters to mortal society, this paper designs a mudflow disaster monitoring and early warning system based on ESP32 module. The system uses downfall detector, fractometer, soil humidity content detector and infrasound detector to gain corresponding data. The 4G module transmits these data to the pall garcon for data processing and judgment of debris inflow threat. The reused data is displayed in the We Chat applet. The results show that the system can cover the environmental conditions of the target area from a long distance and give a more accurate early warning of mudslide disasters.
Home Automation Using Google Voice Assistant
The thing of this paper is to design a home robotization board that's both functional and aesthetically pleasing, and that can be concealed within the AC power units that are mounted on our walls. We're suitable to control all of the widgets that are linked to the board by giving it a simple voice command similar as âOkay, Google, and turn on the lights.â This will beget the lights to turn on. Because of this paper, we're suitable to control our mĂ©nage appliances online, manually, and using a timekeeper.
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Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Teen Audiences (CW: Description of attempted suicide) Words: 5.4K~ Summary: Thereâs more to this story, Lars can feel it brimming in his very bones. He can feel it squirming around in the tangled coils of his guts, a primal, virulent rot that threatens to consume him from the inside out. Something is off with Steven, something is distinctly wrong. And oh, does he hate being right. - When an unexpected visitor tumbles through the magic portal in his hair long after hours, breathless and bright pink, Lars must amass the courage to weather one of the most difficult conversations of his life.
Hey folks- this is a really heavy one, but it's a story I've been sitting on in my WIPs for a good four years and am very happy to finally set loose. A lot of personal experience has been poured into this particular fic, and I hope you enjoy.
Please take care and mind the content warning given above. If you're curious on what else this story entails, you can click through to see the AO3 tags as well. Love y'all!
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The Sun Incineratorâs bridge is unusually quiet tonight, with almost everyone spending the evening in their quarters. As such, the only sounds greeting Larsâ ears right now are the dull buzz of their FTL-drive and the gentle chimes of one of the shipâs secondary consoles in the back. (Padparadschaâs making some adjustments to the mainframe parameters, hoping to secure them more malleable control over each systemâs energy output.) It makes for a rather meditative scene⊠focusing on these lulling, almost formulaic bits of white noise as he peers through the glass and watches entire stars and solar systems zip by as nothing but razor thin tendrils of light, the very fabric of space warping and folding around their ship in a myriad of hypnotizing colors. Content to simply be in this peaceful silence, he stretches back in his captainâs chair, allowing a wide smile to rejuvenate his countenance. Thereâs genuinely nothing more relaxing in all the universe than this.
Though, as he begins to muse upon todayâs chaotic ventures of choice, it occurs to him that he hasnât logged anything down for a good few cycles. And that really, really needs to change, he thinks. Keeping thorough audio records of their whereabouts and activities could prove useful if they get into any more legal scrapes with disgruntled Gems. Plus, itâs great for personal posterityâ for when he and the fam want to kick back with some mixers and reminisce about old times.
He activates the mic embedded in the armrest of his seat with a single tap, and clears his throat.
ïżœïżœïżœLogging⊠stardate one-three zero-five twenty eighteen,â he begins, rhythmically tapping his fingers against the cool metal. âOr, uh⊠however thatâs supposed to work,â he tags on with a bemused mumble, his nose wrinkling in personal annoyance as he realizes he might have completely jumbled the date format again. At this point, half of his logs are month first, then date, and the other half are date then month. Ugh, what a mess. Perhaps one day heâll standardize the captainâs logging procedure, but that future is definitely not now.Â
And knowing him, itâs probably not gonna be tomorrow, either.
Heâs unable to help his exhausted yawn as he kicks back and unwinds, throwing his legs over the side of the armrest as he pushes ahead with his recounting of the last few hours.
âTodayâs travels once again had us come face-to-face with our favorite frenemy Emerald, who claimed that her latest star cruiser had the booster technology to easily outperform all other Era 3 ships and challenged us to a race across the Stellaris Astroid Field in sector 9. We won, of course,â he says with a smug lilt to his voice. âThe Rutilesâ savvy piloting saw to that, as well as Fluoriteâs last-minute engine modifications. I think we hit like⊠a record cruising speed?â He presses his lips into a thin line and turns his head towards his friend working at the rear of the main deck. âHey Pady? Dâya happen to remember what our top velocity came to during the final stretch of that race?â
She pauses in her self-appointed duty and hums in careful thought, sorting back through her eidetic knowledge of the recent past like itâs nothing but childâs play. âI believe⊠181 klicks per second, nearing the speed of light.â
âAnd that was like⊠a record, yeah?â he asks, a sudden hair-raising twinge of⊠well, something settling deep at the pit of his chest. He ignores it for now. Such phantom pangs arenât uncommon these days. Heâs not exactly sure what causes it yet, and chalks it up to more âpink zombieâ weirdness.
âFor our craft, yes,â she nods. âFor all Gemkind, no. I was curious, as well. As far as Iâve read from Homeworldâs databases, the current non-FTL cruising record is 186.1 klicks per second.âÂ
Lars canât help the scoffing chuckle that bubbles within his throat. âUgh. Good grief, thatâs basically light speed as it is. Like, leave some room for competition for the rest of us, yeah?â
Padparadscha gives a faint snicker of agreement as she turns her focus back to the shipâs mainframe interface. Right, right⊠sheâs got work to get done. Which really reminds him, he needs to get back to his point too, or else this logâs gonna be stuffed with nothing but meaningless chit-chatter and asides. He sighs, leaning his cheek against the seatâs edge again.
âBut in any case,â he continues into the mic, âour latest victory over Emerald seems to haââ
With zero warning whatsoever that hollow pang at his core intensifies, its thrall pulsing louder and louder until itâs a thunderous cascade of static rippling through his very veins. He hisses in alarm, jamming his hands over his ears out of pure bodily instinct. This doesnât help, of courseâ as this cacophonous feeling (not a sound, not some external input he can mute or modulate, but a feelingâ) seems to be emanating from within, from a place all but intangible to the physical realm, fromâÂ
He spies that oh-so-familiar glow emanating from the fringe of his hair just a split second before his surprise visitor tumbles through and throws off his center of balance, unceremoniously toppling both of them to the floor in a ridiculous tangle of limbs.Â
Larsâ exhales become laborious as he extracts himself from under the teen and clambers back up to his knees, heart pounding with more fervent intensity than it has since he up and died a few years back.
And right on cue, about fifteen seconds too late:
âCaptain Lars, Steven is about to cross through the portal in your head!â
âYeah, I noticed, thanks,â he snaps in the shock of it all, feeling guilty for this snide remark the second it passes through his lips. (Because Padparadscha canât help her compulsive âpredictions.â He knows this. Everyone knows this. Heâll have to find time to pull her aside and apologize.)
But not now.
Not yet.
Because the alarm bells rung by Padyâs next comment are enough to slap him right out of his brooding contemplation and back to the troubling here-and-now.
âI also predict that Steven wonât be in a very sound state of mind when he arrives,â she says, a noticeable tension building in her tone.
His eyes blow wide as he shifts his full attention to his friend, clad in a pair of sweatpants and a thin sleep shirt.
Steven is⊠oh, geeze. It seems Steven canât even manage coherent speech right now. His cheeks are blotchy and raw with recent tears. Heâs doubled over on the floor with one hand clutching at his center as he heaves for breath, glowing bright ass pink and looking halfway to hyperventilating. One thingâs for sure: itâs really, really hard to watch. His own chest growing insufferably tight in sympathy, Lars leaps to action, unwilling to let the poor guy wallow in the thickets of whatever the hell this breakdown is about any longer than he has to.
âH-heyâŠâ he begins, edging towards him with the same slow deliberateness he always has to use with the rescue dog his parents recently adopted. And like, yeahâ a part of him feels really rude for comparing his own friend to a skittish, fretful animalâ but itâs a comparison that seems all the more apt the longer he drinks in the realities of this situation.
Because just like olâ Maru, Steven is jumpy, horrifically on-edge, and ready to bolt at a momentâs notice.Â
Lars frowns, considering what few options he has.
Realizing his friendâs not likely to calm down very well so out in the open like this, he turns towards his fellow Off-Color.Â
âPady, Iâm taking him to my quarters. Can you let the others know, and uh⊠tell them not to disturb us for a while?â
âYes, right away,â she chimes, hopping off her seat.
âThank you,â he breathes, expression softening. âI mean it. And sorry aboutâ well, Iâll talk with you later, all right?â
Her mouth falling into a perfectly neutral line (even if sheâs incapable of reading the future, heâs sure sheâs intensely aware of what he wishes to speak to her about from mere context clues alone), the Gem serves him a solid nod of acceptance and spins on her heels, striding down the hall with a level of confidence he envies. The bridgeâs door slides shut after her, leaving him and his glowing, pink hued guest entirely alone.
Alone, and incredibly, incredibly vulnerable, like a live wire flailing about atop a damaged Earth power line.
(The last thing anyone on this ship needs is him having one of his infamous explosive episodes here and compromising the bridgeâs airlock system. Which is why his quartersâ below deck and fully enclosedâ is a far more ideal locale for them right now.)
âO-okay, Steven,â he says, holding out his arm in aid as the teen struggles to clamber back to his feet. âLetâs go somewhere private to cool down, yeah?â
~~
A few minutes later, Lars has Steven situated on the one plush sofa he keeps in his quarters. Since he no longer possess any biological need for sleep and thus doesnât keep a bed, his room on the ship is pretty sparseâ just a desk for journaling or gaming and some shelves with a number of sentimental knick-knacks he brought with him from Earthâ but he did find it important to keep a couch. Even if he doesnât need to sleep, curling up for a quick hour of shut-eye still feels quite rejuvenating sometimes. Plus, itâs handy to have whenever he hosts visitors. Like now.Â
Lars sits himself down right next to the distressed teen. Heâs still flushed bright pink, but has regained a fair bit of emotional stability compared to how he was right after tumbling out of the magic space portal in his hair. It might take a while until the glow fades away entirely, but itâs progress, at least.Â
He sighs, rapping his fingertips against his jeans as he gives his friend some time in silence to cool down. The last thing the guy needs right now is for him to wave half a dozen questions in his face. Heâll talk when heâs ready. Or, hell, maybe not at all. Thatâs okay, too. Maybe he just wanted a place to have a quick little freak-out away from his family or girlfriend. Whoâs he to judge? Sometimes a manâs just gotta be alone for a while.Â
Of course, he muses, if Steven really wanted to be alone, then he wouldnât have crossed through Lionâs mane over to him, now would he? So this visit canât only be due to a desire for solitude. Steven sought out himâ specifically himâ for a reason.
That churning, hollow pang at his core radiates even stronger, pulsing at the same interval as the dull tick of the clock he has hanging up on his wall, the one he keeps set to Earth EST as an everlasting reminder of his humble human roots and all the people who care about him back home.
Finallyâ some ten or so minutes laterâ the seventeen-year-old stops glowing, that unnatural, otherworldly pallor fading into obscurity. The kid (sorry, but Steven will always be a âkidâ to him at this point, donât matter his age) deflates in exhaustion, cupping his face in his hands.
Now a little more confident that his expressions of concern wonât rile him up to destructive levels of stress, Lars makes a gentle inquiry as to what brought him here.Â
ââCourse, you donât have to say anything if you donât want to,â he tacks on quickly when he sees Stevenâs expression widen with an almost grief-stricken apprehension, âbut since Iâm here anâ all, I figuredâŠâ
His guest sucks in a deep, shaky bout of air.
âN-no, I wanna talk,â he says, voice painfully hoarse. âI came here to talk, but Iâ itâs just so, so much, I-Iâmââ
Larsâ eyes soften. âDude, itâs okay. Take your time.â
And take his time he does. Another minute or so passes whilst Steven continues to reel himself in on the emotional side of things, breathing slow and heavy as he levels a dead-eyed stare at the blank section of wall flanking the doorway and his desk.
âConnie and I had a fight,â he begins eventually, his tone streaked with embarrassment. âOver the phone.â
Larsâ brow shoots up. Huh. All right. This is absolutely not the opener he expected.
âReally? You two fight? About what?â
âIt doesnât even matter anymore. It was nothing,â Steven mutters, clenching and unclenching his fists against the soft fabric of his pajama pants in a markedly uneven rhythm. âJust me being an idiot, as per usual. Iâm sure weâll make up over it tomorrow. But the problem is that we hung up mad. And when Iâm mad about something, it just⊠makes me mad at myself. A-and then itâs likeââ anxious, clawing hands migrate to his head, gripping at his hairâ âw-when Iâm mad at myself I just spiral? And itâs so, so scary how fast that can happen.â
Ever so slight, his lip presses into a tense frown as he listens. He doesnât interject, not yet. Stevenâs not finished with his disclosureâ thereâs more to this story, he can feel it brimming in his very bones. He can feel it squirming around in the tangled coils of his guts, a primal, virulent rot that threatens to consume him from the inside out. Something is off with him, something is distinctly wrong.
And oh, does he hate being right.
âI just⊠couldnât stop thinking about it,â Steven admits.
The aching hollowness etched into the contours of his friendâs face intensifies, if thatâs even possible.
Lars swallows.
âIt?â
ââabout killing myself,â he rasps, âand finally being done with all this.â
âŠ
So, heâs not gonna lie.
Whileâ much like himselfâ Stevenâs never been the sort of person to prefer wearing his most turbulent emotions on his sleeve, heâs long suspected something like this was going on with him.
He suspected (because heâs been right there in those trenches himself), but he never said anything.Â
He never mentioned these worries to any of his guardians.
And he never asked.
âCause like, how could he, right?? What a horrible, triggering inquiry that would be. âHey Steven, hah, so random questionâ you donât happen to casually fantasize about your own death or anything sometimes, do you?â Fucking hell, what an asshole heâd make. What a disgusting, disgusting breech of boundaries. He always hated it when his parents violated his trust by butting into his own personal business unprompted, so how could he ever turn right around and do that to Steven? To one of his most cherished friends in the whole galaxy? To the guy whoâ despite years and years of putting up with all his toxic bullshit and daring to see the good in him anywaysâ literally brought him back to life?
Thus, with him never volunteering any information himself, all that was left for Lars to do was watch.Â
To watch, and to listen where he can.
But still.
Heâs not gonna lie.
Even if he always kinda suspected, even if so many of their interactions this past year only acted as fuel for all his constant, silent worries, hearing the kid actually say those words hurts like a bitch.
âŠ
âStevenâŠâ he utters with widened eyes, extending his hand.
To no avail, though.
âAnd thatâs stupid, right??â the teen blurts out with a broad sweep of his arms, either ignoring or plain not noticing his offer of comfort as he rants onwards, his demeanor growing more and more unstable with each and every syllable. âThatâs just⊠stupid! Normal people donât think like that! Normal people donât make mistakes and instantly leap to the worst possible punishment and spin that little thought around, and around, and around in your head until youâve considered a thousand different scenarios that all end the same way.â
He pauses for breath, his chest heaving in and outâ probably amidst the exertion of being so damn honest for once. Lars doesnât even make a sound within this brief span of quiet. A part of him is a little terrified at what else might spill out of his friendâs mouth now that the cork of his anxieties has thoroughly been popped off, but heâs even more terrified at the thought of derailing him, of unintentionally stopping these truths from ever being spoken.
âAnd itâd be so easy, too,â Steven says, his once manic tone dropping a little lower, into something thatâs worryingly more akin to numb acceptance. âI already know exactly how Iâd do it! All Iâd have to do is smash my gem so I donât heal, and slit my wrists, and let myself justââ his voice cracksâ âdrift away, b-butââ
Larsâ brow hardens with a sudden rush of understanding as the trajectory of the teenâs sentence trails on off. âBut somethingâs⊠holding you back?â
He nods, swallowing so hard that he can see the resultant lump move along the center line of his throat.
âThe problem is,â he says, voice raw and vulnerable, âIâve already seen how my family would respond to that. To⊠to me trying to kill myself. When I turned into that monster, Iâ I donât actually remember much about it, but what I do remember is that the last thought I had before I changed was eerily similar to what Iâm feeling now.â
Momentary lull. Heâs rotating a thought in his head with the same intensity of a set of steam engine gears grinding against each other, that much is obvious.
âI think⊠for me,â he continues with marked hesitation, âcorruption was a form of suicide. Which meansââ he grinds his fingers into the soft fabric of his pajama bottoms as if seeking out an anchor, any anchor at allâ âI already know what that would do to them. And I hate that I do, b-because⊠âcause Iâm just so tired. Of all of this. I just want everything to stop. I want to stop.âÂ
Lars canât help but wince as he listens to the developing theme of this admission, to how each and every new word his friend weaves into existence falls into such dissonant harmony with the gloomy, directionless version of himself heâs worked so hard to let rest in the past. Hell, he might as well be looking straight into some weird, warped mirror of his own teenage years. His lungs seize tight upon this revelation. Instinctively, he extends his hand towards the guyâs shoulder, sobered by the understanding that heâs possibly the sole person in this entire quadrant whoâs capable of conveying even an ounce of sympathy or comfort for what heâs battling through right now.
âHey, man. Itâs okay. Itâs over, now, youâre here with me. Those are just thoughts, yâknow?â
Steven shakes his head, the motion swift and drenched with the dread of all his unaddressed self-loathing.
âBut theyâre not, thoughâŠâ
âWait, what are you evenâ?â
âBecause⊠this time I almost carried through with it.â
His expression crumples upon the advent of this spoken revelation.
Fuck, he thinks, wishing with every last brittle nerve in his body that this conversation didnât just swerve in the exact godawful direction he always feared it might. What the actual fuck.
He is so not equipped for this.Â
With literally nothing else in his arsenal but the drive to bite his lip and listen, Lars motions for him to continue.
Sniffling, the teen backs his story up to provide what little context he feels comfortable with sharing.Â
âAfter Connie and Iâs fight⊠well, my dreams were really, really bad. So I woke up. Alone. And I started spiraling real bad again, anâ⊠and then before I could even process what was happening, Iââ
Sweet stars, is the poor guy trembling as he struggles to push this admission out. With a brief waver of hesitation (âcause in normal circumstances, heâs not huge on all this touchy-feely stuff), he reaches over, angling to rest one of his hands over Stevenâs.
âI had the knife in my hand,â he says. âAnd a pestle from the kitchen, to smash my gem. B-but I just⊠I just couldnât do it! Iâm just a coward, Lars! A stupid fucking coward who canât evenââ
He doesnât utter a single syllable.Â
He doesnât even think. (How could he, in such fraught circumstances?)Â
Limbs trembling in an outright terrifying cascade of adrenaline he hasnât experienced since the day he finally found something worth existing for, Lars surges forward to wrap him into whatâs gotta be the tightest, most sincere hug heâs given in his whole twenty-one years of life.
And thankfully, such an impulsive interjection is all it takes.
The walls his friendâs erected around himself this past season topples like wayward dominos. They smash against the ground, crumbling into vulnerable, vulnerable fragments.Â
Steven sobs into his shoulder with a raw, shattered fervency that stretches leagues beyond any outpour of emotion heâs ever witnessed from another living person. Itâs messy. Itâs visceral. And in the precise context of this intensely specific turn of events, itâs a damn cathartic relief⊠because when it comes to training your brain out of a deep-rooted death wish, feeling anythingâ literally anything at allâ is step number fucking one.
âI wanted to die so badly,â the teen warbles, his ugly mixture of snot and tears staining his shirt all the while. âB-but⊠Iâm just such a worthless, pathetic failure that I canât even do that right!â
He canât help but cringe at this admission, but resolves to remain silent, not wanting a gentle pushback to such brutal self-loathing to spook Steven away from showing any shred of vulnerability whatsoever. Heâs been there plenty of times himself. After all, when a person whoâs caught in such a void of hopelessness and despair makes a last ditch appeal for help, theyâre usually not looking to be told âeverything will get better in time, youâll seeâ or âdonât be so hard on yourself, youâre not a worthless failure at all,â or whatever other empty attempt at reassurance someone who doesnât have such intimate experience with depression and suicidal ideation as he does might come up with. In many cases, such people are simply vying for their bleakest, most private feelings to actually be heard for once in their lives.Â
The momentâs sanctity unhindered, the boy continues to cry against his shoulder for a good long stretch of time. Lars barely even breathes as he sits perched at the very edge of that couch, consigned to nothing but a statue as he holds him within whatâs gotta be a record for the galaxyâs most awkward and stiff embrace ever shared.
A miniature eternity passes within this space before those sobs finally begin to lighten up.
ââM sorry,â Steven mumbles through a face full of snot, pulling away from his offered comfort as a flicker of shame wrests control of his features.Â
Lars shakes his head in a vehement refusal of the habitual guilt spiral heâs sure the guyâs a split second from slipping right into. âDude, donât be. Stars, Iâ Iâm just glad you came over to me, okay?â
Then, swallowing⊠and doing his upmost best to consider the most respectful way to broach such a sensitive topic, he continues:
âI⊠I donât mean to pry, but⊠are you⊠taking anything for this?â
Stevenâs glassy expression scrunches into a configuration that screams nothing but blank confusion. âWhat?â
âLike⊠medication, orâ?â
A bright understanding dawns within his gaze like the glow from a passing star system, before immediately collapsing inwards into a bitter, shadowed singularity.Â
âNo⊠no,â he protests, gesticulating all the while, âI keep telling everyoneâ my therapist, my dad, the Gemsâ I donât wanna take any medicine! Iâm not sick, Iâm not, I donât need drugs in my brain, I justâ I just need to stop acting like this, just need to do better, to be better, I-I needââ
âSteven, no offense, but itâs called mental illness for a reason,â Lars says in the most deadpan tone he can muster, crossing his arms as he leans back upon the plush of the couch cushion. âYour brain is ill. Thatâs literally what this is. If you had the flu, youâd be taking flu medicine to help yourself get over it, right?â
âIâve never had the flu,â he says in miserable contradiction.
âYeah, wellâ come on, man, just work with me here,â he half-snaps, throwing a hand up for emphasis. âYou agree that someone who is ill deserves medicine to feel better, right?â
The teen merely shrugs, his features growing cold and sullen. And good golly does he super want to smack all this noncommittal, self-sabotaging bullshit out of his stupid fucking system right this instantâ because it reminds him so damn much of himself, and he hates that it doesâ but⊠aughhh. Heâs gotta be more mature than that, doesnât he?
As the older of the pair, heâs gotta be the role model here.Â
âThen, donât you think you might benefit from the same thing?â he presses.
Steven responds in the negative, swiveling his head from side to side. âI donât know how itâd interact with⊠wellââÂ
He flashes a sharp gesture towards himself. More specifically, towards his very center, where his gem sits. Lars has no need to live inside his thoughts to pick up on the tricky little issue heâs hinting at here⊠heâs worried about how human medications would interact with the complexities of part-Gem physiology. And to be fair, itâs a reasonable concern to have.
But then againâŠ
âThatâs how it is with humans, too,â he shrugs. âIt takes some people a lot of trial and error to find a drug and dosage that works for them. For once, you wouldnât be any more an unusual case than anyone else. Do what you want, butââ deep inhaleâ âif it were me, Iâd really consider talking with a psychiatrist about this.â
The teen issues a dull huff through his nose. Itâs the sort of response that makes it clear he reluctantly agrees with Larsâ logic, but should he actually follow his adviceâ and stars, he hopes he doesâ wonât be doing so with a willing heart. Thatâs fine, though. Sometimes, being the most supportive friend one can be means that the other party wonât always like what you have to say. He knows this from intense personal experience⊠from being the person on the other side of this kind of conflict. Sadie was never afraid of serving him the tough love and cutting perspective he needed when he opened up to her about his own experience with suicidal ideation, and heâs forever grateful for that. Thus, the least he can do now is try to be that kind of advocate for Steven, too.
Which brings him to the next vital topic rattling within his brain.
âOh, and one other thing,â Lars says, folding his hands in his lap and looking him directly in the eye. âThis is important, so please be honest with me. Have you told anyone else youâve been struggling with these kinds of thoughts?â
âNot really,â he mumbles, his own gaze slipping aside amidst the turbulent throes of his clear shame. âI just⊠I wanted to deal with this myself. I donât want them to be disappointed. They all think Iâm doing so well these days, but thenââ
âSteven.â
Thereâs no acknowledgement of his call, at first. Heâs just too damn tangled within his own thoughtsâ expression glazed over and restless fingertips drumming in an endless thrall against his thigh.
âSteven, come on. Look at me,â he implores, interrupting his manic fidgeting with the reassuring solidity of a hand over his. âPlease. Promise me, when you go back through my head, youâll call someone elseâ anyone elseâ and tell them. Tell them, and then have them contact me. I want to hear you promise.â
âLarsâŠâ
âPromise me,â he repeats with an even stronger fervency, his normally sluggish heartbeat surging halfway to its old full-strength status quo. âListen, I donât want to invade your privacy any more than you want me to, but if you donât do this by the end of tomorrow⊠if that very clockââ he jabs a finger towards the so-mentioned object hanging upon his wallâ âhits midnight and I donât hear anything from your family⊠then Iâm calling your father and telling him myself.â
Stevenâs expression twists with a sharp jolt of dismay, his mouth falling ajar. Lars cuts off any pending protests with a swift flash of his hand and continues undeterred.
âIâm not joking. Iâm like, a billion light years in space, man. You need someone closer to home in your corner, too.â
Unable to ignore the hard hitting truth of this statement, his friend finally acquiesces to his request, his shoulders slumping inwards. Â
âFine,â he mumbles, folding his arms to his chest. âI promise Iâll tell Dad.â
âThank you,â he breathes in sheer spine tingling relief. And by golly, does he uber mean it.Â
Because holy shit, have the past fifteen or so minutes of conversation been an absolute stress-soaked ordeal. He doesnât know if heâs ever felt so emotionally exhausted in his whole ass existence.
âIn the morning, though,â Steven adds. âIââ the kid heaves a long, exhausted sighâ âI really donât think either of us are prepared for that kind of conversation this late.â
âAbsolutely fair enough.â
His friend sniffles a little, gaze averting once more. âCan Iâ can I stay here, for tonight? I really, really donât want to be alone right now.â
âOf course,â he nods. In his mind, Stevenâs request was never a matter up for debate. âAlways. Iâll⊠Iâll go get some blankets.â
Hooking his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans, Lars pushes himself off the couch and slowly shuffles his way to the door. (The storage closet he keeps all his extra personal elements in is a short distance down the hall, past Rhody and Padparadschaâs shared room.) He keeps his expression as blank as he can muster⊠at least until heâs moved well out of both visual and auditory range. And then⊠once heâs absolutely positive that Steven canât overhear⊠all that built-up worry and emotional strain simply overflows.
Heâs not outright cryingâ not in the way that others mightâ but damn if heâs not real close to it.
Larsâ whole body shudders with a burst of delayed grief as he braces himself upon the closet door. He clamps a hand over his mouth, stifling the impact of the shaky exhale that spills from his lips otherwise unhindered. Just⊠fuck. What the fuck. All of this feels like a horrible nightmare. When the hell did things get so bad for him? Who let things get this bad? Is he at faultâ? Like, geezeâ he always knew something felt awry with the kid (and thatâs half the issue, isnât it? Heâs not just a sweet little kid with simple lilâ problems anymore, and in many ways he never was), but should he have said something? Confronted him about it? Told his guardians about his concerns, privacy be damned?Â
He grits his teeth as he muddles over all the infinite complexities of this problem.
Ugh.
What if, what if, what if.
Itâs all useless conjecture.
The bottom line is, Steven doesnât deserve any of this. Not then, not now, not ever. He shouldnât have to be dealing with any of these horrid, horrid thoughts. Stars, if anything had happened to himâ if he actually did follow through with his plan, thenâ
Lars drops his head against the door panel, doing everything within his power to will the thought to evaporate from his mind.
No.
NoâŠ
He doesnât even want to consider that possibility. Stevenâs like a brother to him at this point. Itâs not gonna happen. Not now, not ever. Not on his watch.
Heâs not sure how yet, but heâll make damn sure of it.
âŠ
Once heâs cooled himself down, Lars returns to his quarters with a couple of blankets in hand.
Upon passing through the doorframe, heâs met with a somewhat reassuring sight: Steven already sound asleep on his ratty old couch, curled up against the armrest and snoring softly. Heh. He sure doesnât blame him for tuckering out so soon. Poor guy mustâve been exhausted after such a rigorous emotional outpouring. Moving with calm intent so as not to disturb him, he quickly lays the blankets across his slumbering form before retreating to the far wall to keep watch for the night. He stretches back against the metallic panel, inhaling as deep as he can muster to erase the quavering tension staining his countenance.
Standing vigil over a soul in need⊠just in case.
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Ch. 2 - Against Each Other {Against All Odds - TVA!Loki x Female Reader Longfic}
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Pairing : TVA!Loki x Female Reader
Summary : Loki accidentally catches a glimpse of your terrible future while trying to stop General Dox from pruning the branched timelines.
W/c : 3.7k words
Content Warnings : Angst, club atmosphere, sensual dancing, etc. And the song at the end is âLove Hangoverâ by Diana Ross - I highly recommend it!
18+ Only - Minors DNI
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Date : November 8th, 1983 [Branched Timeline]
Loki had returned to the TVA with a renewed sense of confidence; a sort of pep in his step that he hadnât felt in ages. His blood pumped effortlessly through his veins, and his muscles contracted and relaxed with ease as he pushed himself through the corridors, eager to pick up Bradâs interrogation where theyâd left off.Â
And even though the second interrogation had gone much more smoothly than the first one, despite the fact that he easily broke Brad down and got him to reveal General Doxâs master plan to bomb the extra timelines that were branching out of control, Loki didnât feel like a winner. He didnât feel like heâd succeeded at anything; in fact, he felt like heâd made everything worse.Â
Because something had caught his eye as Loki and Mobius were approaching the naust General Dox and her crew were hiding in, something he probably wasnât meant to see. Something he desperately wished he hadnât ever known about, but had probably caused.Â
On the corner, across the street from the naust and tucked inside a small vending machine, were a stack of newspapers with a headline that made Lokiâs thud painfully against his ribs before it dropped into his stomach. The headline was about you: âFormer Bright and Upcoming Starlet Finally Checks Herself Into Rehab, Admits Her Life is in Complete Disarrayâ.Â
Lokiâs breath shuddered and his hands trembled as they reached towards the machine, fumbling with the latch as he tried to pull it open. His eyes filled with tears, blurring his vision as panic overpowered logic and any sense of urgency heâd had before. What happened to you? Was this his fault?
The last time heâd seen you, just earlier that day for him but six years prior for you, everything had been going your way with your career. Youâd talked happily about the upcoming projects you were excited to work on, of your friends and your life in general as Loki walked you home afterwards. And while youâd looked upset when heâd declined your invitation to come inside for a nightcap, that couldnât have been enough to ruin your entire life.Â
Loki yanked on the handle again, desperate to get that paper and read more, to reassure himself that this wasnât his fault, that he hadnât been the cause of someone elseâs demise again. That he hadnât ruined someone so beautiful and intoxicating just to quell his own insecurities.Â
The machine shifted loudly, straining against the anchor bolts embedded in the concrete sidewalk as Loki pulled harder, but still the little glass door did not open. Loki caught glimpses of the other words in the article as he struggled; words like âaddictionâ, and âBrad Wolfeâ and âdisappearanceâ, and âshameâ. Words that shouldnât have ever been associated with you.Â
Loki let out a groan of frustration, cursing the damned Midgardian contraption out loud as he gripped the handle with both hands and pulled as hard as he could. You didnât deserve whatever happened to you within the previous six years; no one ever deserved whatever happened if it was because of him.Â
Lokiâs struggle with the machine caught Mobiusâ attention, and he whipped around in bewilderment as he took in the sight. âLoki! What the hell are you doing?!â he hissed, storming back over as Loki made his final pull, freeing the newspaper box completely from the sidewalk.Â
He stood there, dumbfounded and chest heaving, holding the device aloft and free from the ground. As pedestrians passed by, they didnât even try to hide their concerned and nosey stares, but Loki paid them no mind. The box was still locked, and his mind was still reeling with panic and frustration.Â
âItâs alright, folks! Just a bit of a street performance! Nothing to be concerned about!â Mobius laughed, smiling cheerfully as he waved the strangers on. After they were gone, he turned back to Loki with his hands on his hips. âNot that we have time to stand around reading the paper, but you do know those can be opened with money, right?âÂ
Loki steeled his jaw and swallowed hard as he blinked his way back to reality. He looked up and met Mobiusâ confused gaze, unsure of what to say or how to explain himself. âForget it. Letâs go,â he grumbled, dropping the contraption and storming off towards the naust.Â
Mobiusâ brow furrowed, and he stayed behind for just a moment longer, staring at the cracked glass of the still locked door. The machine lay on its side, pulled apart and broken on the sidewalk, but the newspapers were still trapped inside. âI guess the Aftenposten is really concerned about stealingâŠâ he mumbled to himself before turning to follow after Loki.Â
Loki said nothing as Mobius caught up to him, and he ignored his friendâs pleas to wait as he took the steps two at a time to the top floor of the building. He barely registered Mobius calling B-15 on his TemPad to request backup. He disregarded Mobiusâ call to hang back and watch for a few minutes, instead choosing to burst suddenly into the room as Time Doors flickered in and out of existence. Â
He sent a huge wave of emerald seidr across the room in a stunning display of power. Hunters, Minute Men, and equipment all went flying with reckless abandon, crashing into each other and the decayed, wooden beams and half-finished boats. Mobius and Loki stood still and silent at the edge of the room, watching as Dox and her detractors groaned in pain and flailed on the floor.Â
Lokiâs expression was one of cold detachment; after failing so many times in so many ways, he couldnât let these dissenters get away with murdering and destroying any more innocent timelines than they already had. Mobiusâ expression was more reserved, concerned, restrained as he looked his friend up and down and then back to the chaos unfurled before them.Â
âB-15, we managed to stop themâŠâ Mobius spoke calmly into the TemPad, trying to sound casual. âCould you get a team out here to help us bring everyone back to the TVA?âÂ
âWhat? Already?â B-15 sounded completely flabbergasted. The entire ordeal hadnât even lasted a full minute before Loki had finished it. âUh, yeah. A team is on their wayâŠâ
Loki was sick to death, tired and exhausted of hesitating, of second-guessing, and of ruining other peopleâs lives. His thoughts returned to your beautiful face, the way your lips felt against his and your heavy breath against your neck, and the threat of shame and addiction that was apparently waiting for you.Â
âB-15. How many branches did they manage to destroy?â Loki asked quietly, his eyes roaming over the destroyed TVA equipment. He knew you were safe on the Sacred Timeline - in this timeline, somewhere out there struggling after heâd possibly turned your entire life upside down.Â
âIâm not sure. Itâs too soon to tell. 30, maybe 40?âÂ
He sighed heavily, shoving his hands in his pockets and closing his eyes. It was his fault they hadnât been able to get there sooner, that they werenât able to stop this before it began. All those erased lives were on him, as was your now broken one.Â
As he shook his head and turned to walk away, Mobius grabbed his arm. âHey, whatâs gotten into you? Where are you going?âÂ
Loki briefly glanced over at him before shaking away his grasp. âI need to go check on someone.âÂ
What he really meant was that he needed to go back and make sure he didnât end up destroying your life after all.Â
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Date : June 25th, 1977 [Sacred Timeline]
Things have a funny way of working themselves out on the dance floor.Â
Bodies moving together like the ocean surging and retreating against the beach, the beat of the music thrumming in your veins like the rolling tide. Instead of salt and salt kissing your skin, it was sweat and liquor filling your senses, and instead of drowning in the waves, you were simply coming back to life here.Â
Shielded by the darkness and flashes of light, you were free to do and move as you pleased. There was no judgment, and there were no thoughts; just a large group of people - both strangers and friends - doing the same thing at the same time, to the same rhythm but for different reasons. It was healing. Soothing. Out there on the dance floor, you could barely remember what you were trying to forget about.Â
It had been a week since your dalliance with the mysterious man named Loki. You werenât sure what had changed, but he was different afterwards, like a switch had flipped deep inside. He was confusing and charming and mysterious, and he had managed to short-circuit and re-wire all the connections in your brain, all within the span of an hour or two. It wasnât fair.Â
After taking you in that alleyway and giving you several blessings of release, he walked you back home but refused your offer to stay the night. He slipped his arm around your waist as you walked, but didnât answer your questions about who he was or where he lived. He kissed your forehead while saying goodnight, but couldnât give you any way of getting in contact with him again.Â
It hurt, but you were trying not to think about it; after all, you had wished for him to ruin you, even if it wasnât out loud, and he hadnât heard it.Â
When the next Saturday rolled around, your friends had insisted on taking you out to The Roxy for your belated birthday celebration. They didnât have all the details about your escapades that night, even less than the few you had yourself, but they knew there was a man involved. You let them think it was just about Brad ditching you, and couldnât let yourself think about the fact that he still hadnât reappeared.
Luckily for you, the dance floor made forgetting easier. Swirls of cigarette smoke wafted through the room as the music overpowered any lingering thoughts, and your black, lacy and see-through catsuit made sure there was always someone trying to get your attention whenever you stopped to get a drink or catch your breath.Â
It was fun to flirt with them for awhile, and youâd probably even let one of them take you home eventually, but you already knew it wouldnât be the same. They simply couldnât compare to Loki, and your friends were baffled by your complete lack of interest.
âOh, come on! Look at that guy - he clearly knows what heâs doing in bed,â your friend pointed her cigarette at a blonde man across the room. The wait for the bathroom was long, and Jackie took the opportunity to point out any and all potential companions for the rest of the night.Â
âYeah, maybe he is,â you sighed in response. The man was handsome, and he was eyeing you up and down; if you had no other options, he could temporarily fill the void in your life. You knew Jackie was only trying to help, but you couldnât confess that no one would ever compare to the way Loki made you feel the week before.Â
Looking back to the line for the ladies room, you sighed again impatiently. The line wasnât moving fast enough, and you really needed to get back on the dance floor.Â
âSeriously, whatâs gotten into you?â Jackie reached out for your arm to drag you back to reality, and her expression was one of concern. âAre you really this upset about Brad?âÂ
âNo! Iâm fine, stop worrying about me!â you lied, forcing a laugh and shaking your head.Â
âGood, because heâs a jerk. You deserve better!âÂ
That you couldnât argue with; but youâd had better, and you let him slip through your fingers. Jackie continued studying you, her brow furrowed in concentration as the line started to slowly inch forward. âSo what is it then? Whatâs got you so down?âÂ
You swallowed heavily and fidgeted with the lace covering your skin. âItâs nothing, Iâm fine.â
âNo, I know that look. Thatâs the look only boy troubles can cause,â Jackie scoffed and shook her head. âSo if it isnât Brad, then who is making you feel like this?âÂ
âHeâs no one!â you blurted out, and Jackieâs eyes lit up in vindication.Â
âI knew it!âÂ
âNo, you donât! You donât know anything!â you laughed nervously, praying that Jackie didnât notice the blush creeping up your cheeks.Â
Jackie tsked and slipped her arm around your waist to pull you into a side-hug. âWeâre best friends, remember? You canât keep anything from me,â she teased playfully. âSo, whatâs this guyâs name?âÂ
You bit back a smile and groaned as you ran your hands up and down your face. She was right, you couldnât keep anything from her, but truthfully you didnât know much about him. âAlright, alright! His name is Loki. We met the night of the Zaniac premiereâŠâÂ
Jackie giggled with excitement and looped her arm through yours as she pulled you along with the line. âSo thatâs why you got home so late that night. And thatâs why you were so disheveledâŠâÂ
âShut up!âÂ
âAnd giddy, and satisfied, andâŠâ Jackie continued teasingly as you playfully elbowed her in the ribs. The line continued moving forward, and you were both next for the bathroom; hopefully the conversation would pivot to something else once you got inside.Â
âLook, I donât know what this guyâs deal is - if he disappeared, or if he lied, or whatever it is - but we can fix this, okay?â Jackie turned around and started scanning the crowd as she spoke. âSo, tell me what he looked like, and weâll find someone who looks similar, and then you can have some fun with this new guy, yeah?âÂ
âJesus, Jackie. You really have the worst - Ow! What the hell?!â you grimaced as Jackieâs nails suddenly dug painfully into your arm.Â
âOh, my God. He is gorgeousâŠâ Jackie gasped breathlessly as she looked across the crowded nightclub, and you quickly turned to follow her gaze. âOver there, that man talking to DianeâŠâÂ
You could see Diane clearly, and she was clearly fawning over someone else you couldnât quite make out behind the smoke and other partygoers.Â
âGod, heâs tall. Oh, Iâd love to just climb him like a tree and never come back downâŠâ Jackie breathed as she stood up on her tiptoes to get a better look.Â
You hated that your heart skipped a beat. It couldnât be him, but that was the same reaction youâd had when you first saw him - and you needed to be sure.Â
Jackie continued talking as you pulled away and cautiously stepped towards Diane and her mystery man. Your muscles turned to jelly as you weaved between oblivious dancers; the flashing lights of the club blurred your vision, and the blood rushing in your ears easily drowned out the music.Â
This was such an insane reaction, and you were going to feel so goddamn stupid if it wasnât himâŠ
Finally, the sea of people parted in just the right way, and time seemed to stop in its tracks. Your skin prickled as he came into view - standing ethereal by the bar again, wearing another black suit and his curls styled perfectly, tapping his fingers on the bar impatiently as he scanned the room, not even pretending to listen as Diane spoke into his ear.Â
Your heart launched itself into your throat, and your legs cruelly refused to cooperate. You stood still in the middle of the dance floor, unable to move even as people bumped past. But you couldnât be bothered to care, because as Lokiâs head turned towards you, the scowl melted off his face, and he said nothing as he started to walk away from Diane.Â
Part of you wanted to slap him. Part of you wanted to ignore him. But the smile on his face - so genuine, and so relieved to see you - made a substantial mockery of any plans you could ever come up with. All you could do was stand there, wide-eyed and thunderstruck by this beautiful man, someone you never thought youâd see again. But here he was, and part of you wondered if youâd died and gone to Heaven.Â
Loki stopped in front of you, hands in his pockets as his green eyes studied your form. âHello there. I was hoping Iâd bump into you again somedayâŠâ he shouted over the music, his grin playful and alluring.Â
Oh, the nerve of him. That snapped you back to reality, and you crossed your arms as you stared back at him. âYou could have just given me your phone number, and then you wouldnât have had to hope youâd run into me somedayâŠâ
He chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders, and it was infuriatingly charming. âThatâs true, I could have. But itâs much more fun this way, isnât it?âÂ
You pursed your lips to keep from smiling, and shook your head as you looked away. Loki must have taken that as a good sign, and he took another step closer. âCare to have another drink with me?âÂ
You knew you shouldnât, but God how you wanted to. He arched his eyebrow again as he waited for your response, and you chewed on your bottom lip as you weighed your options. As delicious as he was, you didnât know if you could handle him disappearing after another magical evening togetherâŠ
âNo, I donât think I should. My friends are waiting for meâŠâ you answered quietly, taking a step backwards and silently cursing yourself. Maybe you just wanted to play hard to get, to see if heâd go after you. To know that youâd been on his mind over the past week just as much as heâd been on yours.Â
Lokiâs face fell, and he reached out to gently touch your arm. âWait, pleaseâŠjust one drink. It can be a normal drink - no innuendos this timeâŠâ
Your resolve cracked just the tiniest little bit as his fingers trailed down your arm and brushed against your hand. His touch was magical, and you desperately wanted to experience more of it. But it was a terrifying prospect; what if he disappeared again? What if you couldnât keep him interested for very long?Â
A group of dancers bumped into you, startling you from your thoughts and pushing you against his chest. Loki moved quickly to supplement your balance, one hand splayed wide on your shoulder and the other on your waist. The music shifted as your eyes met, his gaze smoldering deep into your soul as the opening strings lingered, crescendoing into a womanâs lustful sigh over the speakers.Â
The beat picked up, still slow but powerful and precise, and your breath hitched in your throat as you looked up at him. âI donât need another drinkâŠâ you murmured softly as you pressed yourself all the way against him. Lokiâs eyes widened, but he didnât stop you as your hips began to swish back and forth.Â
If thereâs a cure for this, I donât want it. I donât want itâŠ
Without another word, and as if he knew what you needed, he began to sway with you. His eyes blazed with the deepest blues of the hottest fire, perfectly meeting every sensual roll of your hips. He pressed his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes, feeling the beat echo throughout your bones as your bodies moved together.Â
If thereâs a remedy, Iâll run from itâŠfrom itâŠ
The rest of the club, the world and the universe disappeared as Loki danced with you. Time no longer existed, and just like youâd predicted, the man knew what he was doing everywhere. Your lips parted as you made love on the dance floor, his coordination and anticipation giving you everything you needed and more.Â
Iâve got the sweetest hangoverâŠ
He brought his hands up to cup your chin, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as you breathed in his exhales. You could feel the warmth of his lips hovering over yours, and you didnât care what happened to you anymore. As long as he was there with you, either performing curses or healing your soul every time you saw him.Â
âCan we get out of here now?â you murmured breathlessly, desire pulsing wildly through your veins and seeping between your legs.Â
Loki answered by crushing his lips against yours, and he tasted just as divine as he had the week before. You eagerly kissed him back as your hips kept rocking together, and as far as you knew, the entire club had stopped dancing and gathered round to watch this sensual display.Â
But you didnât care. You just wanted him.Â
I donât need no cureâŠI donât need no cureâŠ
Sweet lovinââŠsweet, sweet, sweet, sweet loveâŠ
Love to love you, sweetâŠ
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