#past child neglect

[snowdice]

Best Laid Plans (Part 8/8: Breaking News) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships:  Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Virgil & Roman, Logan/Patton

Characters:

Main: Virgil, Roman

Appear: Logan, Patton

Mentioned: Remy, Emile, Janus, Remus

Summary:

Virgil (now) Sanders was once a villain vigilante kid down on his luck. After being injured helping the superhero Bluebird, he ended up being adopted by him and his husband. Logan and Patton Sanders helped Virgil in ways he didn’t even know he needed. Since then, he’s put away his persona of Shadow Caster, the strange, hard to label, super who haunted the city for a few years. Instead he’s opted for being a normal teenager and university student.

But while Logan and Patton often forgot in the midst of ice cream and movie nights and arguments about silly little things who he had been, he never had. And when worst comes to worst, Virgil will be willing to reach for a mask once again despite his fathers’ wishes and expectations.

Sometimes even the best laid plans fail.

Thanks to @bilgisticallykosher, @kiapet2, and ASmallForest (on discord) for being betas!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Virgil had not expected Prince to pull off his mask and reveal the face of Roman Sylvia underneath. Honestly, could this night get any weirder?

“But you’re the son of the mayor,” he blurted, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah, and?” Roman said. “Bluebird’s a math teacher of all things.”

“Yes, but, you’re the mayor’s kid. Why would you need to go out being a secret hero?”

“Well, why were you out being a secret vigilante at…” Roman paused to think for a few seconds. “Wait, we fought for the first time when you were 14?!” He looked horrified by this fact.

“Yeah…” Virgil said awkwardly.

“I beat up a baby?!”

Virgil scowled at him. “I was not a baby… you did not beat me up!”

“Did so!”

“Did not! I always got away, easy.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because I let you,” Roman sniffed. It was the same way he always said he let Virgil win games of Mario Kart.

“Bullshit!” Virgil returned, just like he always did in those moments too.

“I could have used my superstrength on you, but I didn’t want to hurt anyone, so I didn’t.”

“Yeah, so, that was you not being able to control your powers enough to catch me,” Virgil said, folding his arms, “not you purposefully letting me go!”

“Oh, whatever,” Roman replied flippantly. “Why were you even out and about fighting me? You couldn’t even drive. What were you doing robbing banks?”

“You think I don’t realize you were 17 when you started?” Virgil asked.

“Yeah,” Roman said, smugly. “Old enough to drive.”

“You’re the son of the mayor. I was poor. At least I had an excuse!” Virgil exclaimed.

“You’re burning the spam!” Roman exclaimed back.

“Fuck,” Virgil said, whipping back around to remove the frying pan from the stovetop. The slices looked a little crunchy, but that would be fine.

He’d also forgotten to start the water for the ramen, distracted by that whole conversation, so he grabbed a saucepan now and filled it up with enough water to make all of the Ramen at once. It was only after he’d finished with that that he turned back to Roman.

“So…” Virgil said.

“So.”

Virgil crossed his arms and leaned against the counter to study him. “I never pegged you for the superhero type.”

Roman frowned. “Is that an insult, or…?”

Virgil shrugged with a slight teasing smile on his face. “Take it however you want.”

Roman scowled, but then rolled his eyes. “So, what exactly happened then?” Roman asked. “Back then, I mean. How did you end up getting adopted by Bluebird?”

“Uh,” Virgil said. “When I got shot, Logan didn’t want to take me to a hospital since I’d just saved his life. He didn’t want to risk people unmasking me, so he took me home to Patton. Patton fixed me up and then pretty much emotionally adopted me as soon as I woke up because he’s, you know, Patton.” 

Roman nodded in understanding. 

“I let it slip that I was a foster kid and that my foster father wasn’t a particularly good one. From there they figured out my exact age and why I’d become a vigilante. They had Remy document injuries from my foster father and sent them to the police. Patton pulled some strings,” Virgil gestured towards Roman, since said strings had been his mother, “and the next thing I knew, I was living with them. The rest, you pretty much know. They were good to me; they adopted me, and here we are.”

“Huh,” Roman said. 

Virgil turned off the heat once the noodles had finished cooking and started dishing them out into two bowls. He then topped them with the slightly-too-crunchy spam and slid one over to Roman.

“So,” Roman said as he pulled the bowl to himself. “You got to train with Bluebird.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Of course, that’s what you focus on.”

Roman’s nose scrunched up. “And Bluebird is… Mr. Dr. Sanders? That’s wild. I’d never expect it. No wonder no one’s ever figured out his secret identity…”

Roman trailed off, remembering the events of today. There was an awkward silence in which they were clearly both thinking the same thing. No one had ever figured out his secret identity until today. He hadn’t been wearing a mask when they’d found him.

Roman stared into his bowl of noodles. “You know,” he said after a few moments, “it… it actually does kind of fit in a weird way. Your dad being Bluebird.”

“How so?” Virgil asked curiously. Logan Sanders had always been Bluebird to Virgil. He’d never had to put the two identities together; they’d always just been the same person.

“Well, when I look at Bluebird, I don’t really think of Logan Sanders the math and physics nerd, but if I think about what Logan Sanders would be if he ended up a superhero… yeah, that tracks.”

Virgil snorted. “How does that even make any sense, Princey?”

“I don’t know,” said Roman. “Just… yeah, no, your dad would 1000% just roll his eyes at villains monologuing at him and then throw them into a wall so he could get back home to grade a calculus exam. I can’t believe no one’s ever figured it out.”

“Well, a few people have to be fair,” Virgil said with a laugh.

“Dr. Patton?”

“Well, he got a pretty big hint from what I understand, but yeah, he put it together. So did Remy, actually.”

“Remy knows?” Roman asked.

“Pretty much since Patton has,” Virgil confirmed. “Logan told me when he started fostering me, not that he had a choice because he’d already shown me his house as Bluebird. He told Emile after that because, I, uh, needed therapy with someone he trusted. It’s… it was a pretty closely guarded secret.”

They descended into silence again after that, going back to eating their food. They eventually migrated to the couch once finished, waiting on Patton to be done with whatever he was doing to help Logan. Clearly growing bored after a bit, Roman leaned over and flipped on the television. They watched the end of some sitcom rerun before the channel switched over to the early morning news at 4am.

They listened to the main story that most people were going to wake up to today, and which was likely going to be blasted all over the news, all day.

“What the hell did he do?” Virgil breathed.

There had been a blackout across a good 1/8th of the city, centered exactly at the old factory they’d invaded earlier in the night. That wasn’t much of a surprise to Virgil and Roman since they’d both noticed the lack of lights when they’d left the building. What did surprise them was reports of people having memory loss. The police had even ended up finding the factory as it appeared to be the epicenter of whatever had happened. They weren’t sure what had happened yet as it was breaking news and the police hadn’t had time to investigate, but the news clearly thought it must have been some villain attack.

“Does your dad have mental powers?” Roman asked.

“I…” Virgil said. “He did allude to having something once or twice, but I never thought...” Had Logan… erased everyone’s memories? There were no fatalities reported yet. Everyone who’d been in the factory was still unconscious, but people who’d been outside of the factory but within a mile of it pretty much had no recollection of the past 12 hours. Who knew what had happened to the people in the factory. Virgil wondered if Logan even knew.

“Well,” Roman commented, “Bluebird just became even more terrifying.”

They continued to watch the newscast, and Roman ended up scrolling through twitter to see if there was any more news breaking that hadn’t gotten to the mainstream.

It was pretty much all the newscasters talked about besides the weather for the next hour. It was an evolving story. The police had found prisoners in cells in a different part of the facility than Roman and Virgil had been in. They were also unconscious and hadn’t been identified yet. So far, nothing could be recovered from the computers despite their generators not having let the computers be cut from power for too long. They’d seemingly been completely wiped somehow.

Just like everyone's minds.

The news went on a small break before promising to start up again at 5. That’s when Patton finally came out of the bedroom.

Roman and Virgil both looked back at him when they heard the door open. He paused and blinked at their maskless faces.

Virgil just shrugged. “He figured us out,” he explained.

“Hi, Dr. Patton,” Roman said.

“Hello, Roman. I didn’t realize you were a superhero.” Virgil would give him a couple of hours before he did the math on Prince’s first appearance and Roman’s age, but for now he seemed too tired and distracted to notice anything amiss. Or even to really react to Roman being Prince at all.

Patton turned to Virgil. “Lo’s fixed up now,” he said. “He’d like to see you. I’m just getting him some soup.”

Relief crashed over Virgil. He’d felt fairly confident that Logan would be okay once Patton had his hands on him, but still, it was a relief to know he was bandaged up with no unforeseen issues. 

“Yeah, I’ll go check in with him,” Virgil said.

“Why don’t you sit down for a second, Dr. Patton,” Roman suggested, hopping to his feet. “I’ll prepare the soup. You’ve been standing and worrying for a while.”

Patton flashed him a half smile that was a bit brittle around the edges. “If I sit down, I might crash.”

“Well, that’s okay too!” Roman said. “You deserve to rest a bit.”

Virgil highly doubted the type of crash Patton meant was the physical kind, and that was only emphasized by the tight-lipped smile he gave Roman in response. He did, however, sit on the couch. Virgil handed Patton the remote while getting to his feet.

“You might want to… change to a non-news station,” he suggested.

“Mmm,” Patton acknowledged.

Virgil then turned to the bedroom door. It was closed but cracked open, and Virgil pushed it the rest of the way open to slip inside before closing it completely behind him.

Logan was no longer in his ripped superhero suit. Patton had at some point helped him change into pajamas and had left him propped up on the bed for eating. He looked rather normal except for a bandage on his neck and a couple of bruises disappearing behind the mask on his face, but Virgil knew very well that he was a lot worse for wear underneath his clothes.

He glanced up when Virgil came in.

“Did Prince leave?” he asked, curiously.

Virgil was confused for a moment before he remembered that he was no longer wearing a mask. “Oh, uh, no,” Virgil said. “Prince turned out to be Roman and tonight was all he needed to figure all of us out, so there’s no point to the masks anymore.”

“Roman as in Rhea’s child, Roman?” Logan asked.

“That’d be the one,” Virgil said with a shrug.

He hummed in acknowledgment, contemplating the information for a long moment. Then, he patted the bed next to him.

Virgil was rounding the bed in an instant to climb up into the empty space next to him. He was careful while settling down near him, moving close but not quite touching him since he wasn’t sure where exactly all of his injuries were. He turned on his side to face him, cheek laying on the same pillow as Logan’s head.

“Hey there,” Logan said softly once Virgil had stopped moving.

“Hi, Dad.”

Logan didn’t move to turn onto his side for obvious reasons, but he did shift a bit so he could reach over and pet the back of Virgil’s head for a couple of seconds before just letting his arm flop down onto the bed, curled half around his son.

“Thank you, I suppose I should say,” Logan said after a few seconds. “Though I am not a fan of your methods of saving me.”

Virgil scowled slightly, not that Logan could see it with the way his face was staring at the ceiling. He hoped his dad senses allowed him to feel Virgil’s discontent with that statement anyway. “You don’t even know my methods.”

Logan glanced over at him briefly, an eyebrow raised. “I was informed there was something about a decoy shadow under a pile of blankets and observed you in costume in a secured facility.”

“And what of it?” Virgil asked.

“You were impatient,” Logan scolded. “You could have gotten yourself hurt.”

“Of course, I was impatient,” Virgil argued. “I wasn’t just going to sit around and do nothing.”

“You should have sat around and thought through a plan.”

“Sometimes plans are fucking stupid,” Virgil shot back. “Like yours. My plan worked.”

“And my plan likely would have worked as well, eventually,” Logan said.

“Well, we know mine worked, and quicker, so what’s the problem?”

Logan huffed. “Just because someone manages not to get hurt doing something reckless like jumping from a two-story building doesn’t mean jumping from a two-story building was a good idea.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well your plan was like jumping from a three-story building.”

“My plan was perfectly well thought out,” Logan insisted, a stubborn tilt to his eyebrows.

“Yeah?” Virgil asked. “And what exactly did you think I was going to do when you made your plan? Because it’s not a good plan when I was always going to do what I did.”

Logan sighed. “Good point,” he conceded, shutting his eyes. He apparently was willing to let the argument die there for the moment at least. He was clearly exhausted. Virgil was sure he’d hear more about it when the man was feeling better though.

There was a long pause in which Virgil pressed his face against Logan’s shoulder. He’d honestly thought that Logan had fallen asleep, with his eyes closed and his breathing leveling out. Yet after a few minutes, Logan spoke again.

“You have a hero’s soul, you know,” he said conversationally.

“What?” Virgil asked, not quite sure what he was talking about, but still saying, “No, I don’t.”

“You do,” Logan corrected easily. “It’s admirable, but I fear it’s also liable to drive you towards stupidity.”

“I do not, and it does not,” Virgil argued back.

“The last time you threw yourself into danger for me, it was in front of a bullet.”

Virgil was silent.

“I was very much hoping there wouldn’t be a repeat performance.”

They were silent again, because of course there had been a repeat performance. How could there not have been? When Logan was Bluebird and Logan was Logan. Virgil would have literally thrown himself in front of a bullet again if the circumstances had necessitated it.

Logan sighed, knowing what Virgil was saying with his silence.

“I’m fine,” said Virgil.

“I know.”

“You’re not.”

“I will recover.”

“Will you?”

Silence, and Virgil knew what Logan was saying in his.

There was a knock at the door then. “I come bearing soup,” Roman’s voice declared.

“Come in,” said Logan.

Roman shouldered the door open, a tray of soup in his arms. “Hey, Mr. Dr. Sanders,” he said with a small smile.

“Hello, Roman,” Logan replied. “I suppose I can take my mask off.”

“Here, I’ll do it,” offered Virgil, reaching up to carefully pull the black mask off of Logan’s face. He tried not to wince at the purpling bruises covering it.

Roman came fully into the room, and Patton followed closely behind. Roman settled the tray on Logan’s lap while Patton perched on the edge of the bed. Patton’s hand reached back to touch Virgil’s ankle briefly.

“Thank you,” Logan said as Roman sat down in one of the chairs in the room. It was awkward and quiet while Logan started eating his soup.

“So,” Roman eventually said, breaking the silence, “I never would have guessed Bluebird was a nerd.”

Logan scoffed immediately and rolled his eyes. He pointed his spoon threateningly at Roman. “Enough out of you.”

“No, seriously, great secret identity. You could walk into class still in the Bluebird suit and everyone would wonder why Professor Sanders was cosplaying Bluebird that day.”

“Honestly, I should have been able to guess with you,” Logan grumbled. Roman smiled slightly, and Virgil was glad Roman was here to lighten the mood and make Logan act a bit like normal.

“You know, I have so many questions for you!”

Logan arched an eyebrow, looking tired, but in a different way than he already was tired. “Like what?”

“If you think too hard about a math equation, do you accidently explode your chalkboard?”

Logan stared at him for a moment and then Roman yelped, shooting off of his seat. “Hey!”

Virgil snickered as Logan smirked into his soup.

“Yes,” Patton answered, with a soft smile.

Logan turned to him with a pout. “I haven’t done that since my dissertation.”

“And when you read the Dahlberg paper 3 years ago,” Patton reminded him.

They continued to argue about it then in that soft way that they always argued. That being, it wasn’t really an argument at all. If Virgil closed his eyes, he could pretend it was just a normal night at home with his parents and that Roman was visiting. That was enough for now.

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Labeled Master Post.

My Masterpost.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #platonic moxiety #platonic analogical #platonic prinxiety #logicality #adriana writes #not pieces fic #labeled universe #sometimes labels shift #best laid plans #past child abuse #past child neglect #implied/referenced torture #blood and injury

[bespectacled-bookwyrm]

2023 Whumptober 24

Summary: Anthea looks back on her childhood.

Written for the 2023 Whumptober event!

#Whumptober2023 #No.24 #Neglect #Pokemon #Fanfic #Child neglect #Past child abuse #Past child neglect #Anthea #Anthea Pokemon #Concordia #Concordia Pokemon #N Harmonia #Ghetsis #Shadow Triad #Found family #Platonic cuddling #Retrospective #They're all trying their best they're all doing what they can to heal

[turnthetablesonthem]

Darkness Falls - 7

Warnings: Past child abuse, past child neglect, past abandonment, nightmares. Fever, fear, scared whumpee, begging, past torture, infection, crying, implied past non-con.

Taglist: @purple-heart-x, @whumpwillow, @briars7, @shydragonrider, @whumpsday, @kira-the-whump-enthusiast, @mylifeisonthebookshelf, @interdimensional-chaos @elrys-creates, @wolfeyedwitch

NOTE: We learn some of Nemesis backstory in this chapter, and what her relationship to Joey is.

Nemesis woke in darkness, crying for her mother.

Her heart thundered against her rib-cage, and tears streamed freely down her face.

Still breathing hard, she threw the tangled blankets off of her, and went into the bathroom.

She grimaced at the sudden bright light, turning on the faucet and splashing her face with cold water.

She was disgusted with herself for calling out for the woman who’d abandoned her. Who’d never even bothered to name her.

Her mind flashed back to the night she’d first met Joey.

“What’s you’re name?” He’d asked, patiently.

“I don’t have one.”

“Everyone has a name.”

“Not me.”

“Your parents must have called you something.”

“Girl.”

A knock on the door startled her out of her reverie, and Joey poked his head in.

“Hey kid.” He said, a tight smile on his lips. It was obvious he’d heard her screaming.

“Hey.” She said, wiping her eyes. She hadn’t even realized that she was crying.

“Nightmare?”

“Yeah.”

Joey drew her into a hug, patting her back.

He’d found her when she was seventeen, alone, starving, and covered in someone else’s blood. He’d taken her in, and started the process of legally adopting her the very next day.

It turned out that matters were complicated when there was no legal record of a child, but Joey had sorted it out.

She’d named herself Nemesis, The Goddess of Revenge. It was her job as a vigilante. To avenge those who could not get justice.

“What time is it?” She asked.

“Three thirty in the morning.”

“And how is he?”

Joey hesitated. “Sick, scared out of his mind.”

“My yelling probably didn’t help.” Nemesis sighed.

“Scared me more than it scared him, kid.” Joey replied. “Come on, do me a favor and sit with him, and I’ll go make you some hot chocolate.”

Nemesis nodded, blinking back more tears.

She crossed into Slipknot’s room. Well, technically her room, but, since she’d been sleeping in the guest room...

Slipknot was curled up under the sheets, shivering violently. In the faint silver light provided by the moon, Nemesis could see the sweat beading on his face and neck.

With a sigh, she sat on the bed next to him.

_______

Slipknot flinched slightly as Nemesis approached, but he was too weak to even sit up. He groaned softly as the vigilante pressed her hand against his forehead.

“Please.” He rasped.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Nemesis said gently, brushing his hair out of his face. Desperate for any comfort, he leaned into her touch without thinking.

Tentatively, she ran her fingers through his sweat-damp hair, humming softly. It didn’t take long for Slipknot to fall asleep again.

_________

Even after Slipknot fell asleep again, Nemesis did not stop stroking his hair. It was clear it comforted him, however slightly. Something he obviously needed, badly.

She shuddered as she recalled his earlier offer, to know that he’d prefer to be her sex slave than go through more pain.

“He’s starting to trust you.” Joey said, sitting back into the chair, and holding out the mug of hot chocolate for Nemesis.

“How can you tell?”

“He sleeps quite a bit more peacefully when you’re here. He doesn’t fidget or squirm, and he’s not crying.

Nemesis considered, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.

“I can stay here with him, then. Sleep here. And you don’t have to stay up all night.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“I don’t think he’s dangerous, and I can tell he’s sorry.” Nemesis replied, as Slipknot shifted, pressing his face against her leg with quiet whimper.

“Call me, if you need anything, Nem.”

“I will.” She replied, smiling.

She sat awake for a while, finishing her hot chocolate, before she finally lay down next to Slipknot.

After a moment’s debate, she draped her arm across his broad shoulders. He nuzzled against her with a soft whine.

Even asleep, he sought out any touch that didn’t hurt.

Before long, she also fell back into a blissfully dreamless sleep.

#fever whump #feverish supervillain #feverish whumpee #fever #crying #implied past non-con #begging #nightmares #past child abuse #past child neglect #scared whumpee #supervillain whumpee #villain whumpee

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Keigo and his mom meet up again in the most unconventional yet familiar way possible.

#my writing #bri writes #bad writing #writing #ao3 link #fanfic writing #fanfiction #dabihawks #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #toukei #keigo takami #bnha hawks #tomie takami #angst #hurt/comfort #past child neglect #past child abuse

[ahmoseinarus]

Cold Salvation

Whumptober 2023 Day 24 Goodbye Note | Neglect | "I thought they were with you." Cold Salvation - Ahmose_Inarus - Critical Role (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

#whumptober 2023 #no.24 #goodbye note #neglect #I thought they were with you #quote #fic #cr fanfic #suicide note #suicidal character #past child abuse #homophobia #past child neglect #critical role #legend of vox machina #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #vox machina #percildan #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #percy x vax #vax'ildan

[lotus-pear]

what is childe doing in bungou gay dogs😟

#finally finished reading this manga after it sat on my to read list for a couple years #a good friend finally convinced me into reading it and i buckled and read the whole thing in three days (i'm not ok <33) #anyway she neglected to tell me childe was in it otherwise i would have read it sooner!!!!!! #NO NO HEAR ME OUT #murder gingers with dead blue eyes that are part of dark antagonistic organizations and happen to be executives in said organizations #relatively similar color palette and cocky confident personalities that are instantly shed when in the heat of battle #tragic pasts where both were mercilessly tormented until salvation occurred in the form of an invitation to their respective organizations #childe has so many siblings that one of them left and infiltrated another anime #i better not see any chuuya stans @ me in the tags and be like ''stop comparing zhongli's wallet to my pookie chuuya'' #i will fuck you up #i'm so sry to anyone who actually sat and read all the tags im so mentally ill abt this mf i can talk about him for hrs if given the chance #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #lotus draws

[jollycryptid]

yall ever just

#lately I've been the most stable & content ever in my whole life #so been processing a lot of things from the past which was.. yeah #SO MUCH CHILD NEGLECT WAS UNCOVERED LIKE WOW #I REALLY LIVED LIKE THAT?? sheesh fucking wow #sketch #vent #doodle #jolly rambles #jolly's art #hyena

[sulasnsleep]

“i do not recall the taste of love. i remember being fed poison and told it was sugar.”

— sulasnsleep

#tw self destruction #tw abuse #tw child trauma #tw child harm #tw childhood abuse #tw childhood trauma #tw childhood neglect #tw neglect #self writings #self written #self written quotes #tw past trauma #tw past abuse #past abuse #past trauma #tw manipulation #manipulation #manipulative #depressing quotes #sorry for being depressing #depresjon #kinda depressing #depressing poem #tw depressing stuff #tw depressing thoughts #this is depressing #depressiv #depressing shit #depresión #depressing life

[hussyknee]

I've been having a severe PTSD episode for over five hours and it never registered because spending half the day in helpless fits of obsessive, murderous, paralysing rage is the nothing out of the ordinary for me. "Oh, I'm just an angry person like that" yes because I'm constantly triggered, retriggered and retraumatized by living disabled and dependent on Satan, who happens to be my egg donor.

It doesn't seem like I'll ever really internalise that these rages are PTSD episodes, especially since I'm a woman and therefore socially conditioned not to harm anyone except myself (that's a privilege reserved for six foot cis het men in charge of families who do the traumatizing). But in case it does anyone else good to hear: you aren't an "angry person". You have Complex PTSD. The rage outs are the exact equivalent of panic attacks and disassociation that Hollywood likes to show. The need to FIGHT is as a visceral, animal, instinctive and uncontrollable as the need for flight, to fawn, or to freeze. You aren't angry. You're fucking terrified and trapped and very, very ill.

#it's really apparent rn because instead of my usual suicidal ideation at this point #I'm fighting irrational fears of mum hurting or poisoning my cats #to be clear: altho i no longer put anything past her #it's the thought of the woman getting off her ass enough to arrange a poisoning or feeding an animal of her own bat is whats laughable here #also whatever she does it can't be something that would make her face up to the fact that she's foul #poison is too merciful and straightforward. she prefers criminal neglect and emotional vampirism #you wouldn't think a disabled old woman living downstairs could possibly be this much of a festering black rot on so many people's existenc #when she dies they're going to promote her to a head torturer on arrival #abuse #complex ptsd #complex post traumatic stress disorder #anger issues #gaslighting #emotional abuse #child abuse #parental abuse #actually cptsd #knee of huss

[thedeafprophet]

i really do think about like. The way the princess talks about being 'raised' in the honey in Reunion and acts of it being a good thing really just fucks me up a little bit because

that was neglect! that was bad! that was active endangerment! that was horrible treatment towards a child! and the implication here is that she was raised that same way

and i dont know if thats geniuenly what she believes. or if its what she came to believe, and has to believe.

idk i have the inclination to go 'ha she was probably really creepy as a child too' but then i think about the actual reality of her growing up and its just. eugh. especially conjected with her adult actions of seeming to not want to be alone in what she is..

obviously none of it comes close to excusing what she does or became, but it paints such a tragic story.

#i have so many thoughts here about like. her. #yes im still annoyed someone called her one dimensional lmao #but i this all really ties into the cycles of abuse stuff here imo #list of fl characters of 'wish i could time travel and take past you away from the scenario' #im not normal about her #the captivating princess #es spoilers #child endangerment cw #infant endangerment cw #child neglect cw #please let me know if i need to be tagging anything else with these posts i am trying my best o7 #ask to tag

[snowdice]

Moving Forward; Moving In (Part 2) [Relabeled; Refiled Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Patton

Characters: Patton, Logan

Summary:

After the events of Gaps in His Files, Patton and Logan are engaged, but they still have a lot to work through in their relationship. They’re willing to put in the work for each other even when it’s hard.

Notes: Hurt/comfort-y, Past child abuse/neglect, Patton is trying desperately to heal from his childhood and is doing fairly well, but his thoughts sometimes start the spiral

This is part of the Labeled Universe dealing with events set before my story Sometimes Labels Fail. It is set after Gaps in His Files.

Part 1

Patton eyes instinctively went to a familiar table in the corner of the Hideout. Its usual occupant was not seated in his normal seat, but there was plenty of evidence of his recent and imminent usage of the spot. Logan’s coat was hung on the back of the chair and his planner was on the table set off to the right side with a blue pen on top. A half full coffee cup sat near where his left hand would lay. There was a stack of ungraded papers sitting directly in front of the seat with another smaller stack of likely already graded papers upside down beside it.

Noting that, Patton’s eyes went to the place most people’s probably would have first upon entering the café, the front counter. He instantly spotted the man he’d been looking for.

Logan was accepting a mug and a small plate from David. He noticed Patton when he turned to return to his table.

“Hello,” he said with a smile and, Patton couldn’t help but smile back. “I ordered you a coffee and bagel.”

Patton shouldn’t be surprised by this really. Logan knew what Patton typically ordered perhaps better than he did himself. For most of his life, Patton had thought he tended to order different foods and drinks on a whim, but Logan seemed to be able to detect some unknown pattern in what he’d usually choose that Patton couldn’t quite see himself. He was spot on almost all of the time. If Patton didn’t already know his powers were telekinesis, he’d expect the man was reading his mind.

Yet even though he had no business being surprised, he found a way every time. In a good way. Mostly.

He had had to talk to Dr. Campbell about how sometimes things like that made Patton feel uncomfortable, almost guilty or like he was about to get into trouble. They’d come to the conclusion that he’d grown up in an environment where he’d had to be hypersensitive to the needs and whims of others or face anger and resentment. That made having someone anticipate Patton’s needs and wants sometimes feel bad either because he felt like he’d failed and became a burden, or he was hurting the other person since doing things like that for others had often been a stressful experience for Patton.

Logan liked to do those sorts of things though. He was not always good at picking up on things like emotional cues but accounted for that by learning about the people he cared for. Being willing to learn about Patton enough to anticipate his needs was a sign of his highest esteem. Patton was working on thinking he deserved this esteem or at least knowing that he should think he deserved it.

Today was one of his better days. The coffee and bagel in Logan’s hand made him smile.

“Thank you, sweetie. That sound perfect right now,” Patton told him. He let Logan lead him over to the table and sat down at the seat Logan was already setting the plate and mug in front of.

Logan sat after him and took a sip of his own coffee before picking up the pen to continue grading.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Patton ate his bagel. It was a blueberry bagel with a honey walnut cream cheese which paired well with the walnut flavored coffee Logan had ordered him.

Patton slid his foot forward slightly so his and Logan’s shoes bumped. Logan glanced up at him and smiled at him briefly before going back to grading. He used to just ignore if Patton did something like that, thinking either Patton kicked him on accident or him not moving away was adequate communication that he didn’t mind the touch. Patton had… not taken it that way. It had eventually been brought up with the relationship therapist. Now Logan always made sure to somehow tell Patton he was happy with the contact.

It was probably about 10 minutes later when Logan put his pen aside and glanced up at him. Patton had finished his bagel and was currently sipping his coffee. He looked at Logan when Logan looked at him.

“We should revisit the topic of moving in together,” he said.

Patton quickly set down his coffee before spilling it in surprise. He shouldn’t really be taken aback that this was being brought up now. After all, the topic of them moving in together at some point had been a repeated topic that came up in couples therapy ever since the first time the subject had been broached. Yet, Patton couldn’t help but panic slightly at the prospect that “some point” might be “now.”

“Is now a good time to discuss it?” Logan asked.

“Uh,” Patton said. “It’s a better than most time.”

The lack of a direct answer seemed to throw Logan off, and he didn’t reply for a long moment.

“Yes, um,” Patton said. “Now’s fine. My apartment lease is up at the end of June.”

“Mine ends at the end of July,” Logan told him.

“Did you want me to move in with you?” Patton asked, recalling the conversation from months ago.

“It was the initial suggestion considering my place is closer to the hospital and you often end up sleeping there anyway. However, perhaps it would be better to start somewhere new on neutral grounds.”

“Maybe,” Patton said, fiddling with the handle of his coffee cup. “I don’t know.”

Which would be better, he wondered. If Patton moved into Logan’s place, Logan would have to adjust to Patton being in his space, but if they moved somewhere else Logan would have to adjust to being somewhere new. Logan was bringing up the topic of a new space, so maybe that’s what he wanted or maybe he was just taking the advice of the therapist and didn’t actually want to move. Patton was pretty sure the phrase “neutral grounds” was a direct quote from their therapist. Patton looked at Logan trying to read the answer off his face. Logan just titled his head at him.

Or maybe, Patton thought. Logan was an adult who knew his own opinion and wanted Patton’s opinion.

“I like your apartment,” Patton said. “It’s in a nice area and is close to the hospital and the university. I’m not sure if we’d find something as good, especially since the college students are probably already snagging the good places.”

Logan nodded. “We could perhaps still look and see if there is anything better suited, but I am not opposed to staying in the same apartment. I could easily get you added to the lease for the coming leasing period.”

“Okay,” Patton said. Then he thought for a moment. “You can look for apartments and tell me if you like one,” he said. “I think trying to look for something myself would stress me out, so I’d like to not be involved if I have the option. If that’s okay?”

“Of course,” Logan replied. “We both know I enjoy that type of task more than you do anyway.”

“Great,” Patton said. “So… this summer then.”

“This summer,” Logan agreed.

Patton took a breath and then went back to his coffee. The idea of committing to moving in with each other was a bit terrifying, but it might also be nice. At least he had a bit of time to adjust to the idea.

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Labeled Master Post.

My Masterpost.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #logicality #relabeled; refiled #labeled universe #adriana writes #past child abuse #past child neglect

[mattodore]

the echthroi protagonists on the set of barbie

#river dipping #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #echthroi #oc extras #i didn't feel like doing any of my other ocs bc there just aren't enough colors for the full lot (but still missing three lmao) but okay so #imani: this barbie is living in a plastic house #romeo: this ken is collecting roses #sehyuk: this ken is carving his name in flesh #dutchie: this ken is circling the drain #alessandria: this doll is tending to too many wounds #delphi: this barbie is stomaching bone #dionte: this ken is digging claws into dirt #nicholas: this ken is fading in and out of the light #............................... romeo fr the only oc in here having a good time i'm gkjfdhnfjghndfkjghn #!! cw for vague mentions of abuse and drugs and like... a lot trauma in these tags past this point bc i'm talking abt my ocs !! #we got fuckin uhhhhhh neglected child aching for affection grows up craving any kind of touch even a welt abusing substances and himself #vs. barely there boy nearly human enough for love but missing the mark and growing up detached wild too apart from anything to feel alive #vs. eldest daughter discarded for only son unable to break free from kinship and find herself and a life apart from the plastic #vs. murderer drug dealer crime lord born to a cold family then sent away and abandoned out of shame #vs. recovering catholic suffering guilt and violent urges toeing the line of morality and seeking acceptance #vs. werewolf never meant to lead suddenly having their entire family ripped from them and struggling with power and isolation and grief #vs. woman who spent her whole life being used and hurt and silenced growing claws and teeth to strike back and maim and feast #vs. lost boy in a foreign land mourning the loss of his mother has humanity ripped from him and is forever altered from failed shifting #vs. protective volatile arsonist orphan older brother figure whose entire story arc is [redacted] #vs..................... romeo the hopeless romantic like it's kjdnhkjfnghk #maybe it's just bc romeo is a new oc and i haven't had the time to really sink into him but i kinda like that about him #dutchie was originally supposed to be the untouched by history oc but then i made him catholic and well. that turned around pretty quickly #i fully blame his pinterest board for that like you add one cross image in a board and suddenly every pin you get recommended after is like #hey what if you fucked this guy up a bit? and who was i to argue with that? ...................also i just reached tag limit LMAOOOOOOOO

[whumpacabra]

Day 2 - Alt. Prompt: Panic

Whump of a minor [13-14 years old], panic attack, anticipated violence, brief suicidal ideation, implied neglect, implied past child abuse, implied past sexual abuse, repetition

[Directly follows An Ask Too Great]

Casey couldn’t breathe - he could hardly see, his vision spotted as his heaving lungs refused to retain any oxygen they drew. He didn’t want to - he was sick, he couldn’t, he couldn’t, he didn’t want to -

The man was still here, looking down at him where he knelt with his hands on his knees. He didn’t want to he didn’t want to he was scared mom why he didn’t want to -

He flinched when the man moved, but he didn’t unlock his shaking arms, his body refusing to curl up protectively.

It was worse when he fought it. He needed to relax. Find a happy place. Happy place. Happy place.

Did he know any happy places?

He didn’t see the man sitting on the floor in front of him, cross legged and hands limp in his lap. Not until he cleared his throat, clearly seeking Casey’s attention.

His head snapped up almost involuntarily.

(It was worse when he fought it. He needed to relax. Find a happy place. Happy place. Happy place.)

“Your mom sent me here to kill you.” His baritone rumbled like thunder in the small apartment. Casey felt his iron grip on his knees relax, relieved for a moment and letting his head dip. “I’m not going to kill you.”

The respite of relief was over, his shoulders drawing to his ears and his hollow lungs wheezing. He couldn’t - he couldn’t breathe - he couldn’t, he couldn’t, he didn’t want to -

“I’m not going to touch you.”

Casey dared to raise his eyes to the man, his vision blurry with tears and hazy with stars. The man wasn’t smiling or teasing him, he wasn’t hiding a joke in the words that followed, however unbelievable they sounded.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

For a second, Casey looked around the apartment in confusion before he realized the hacking bark of laughter had come from himself. The man was watching him, something soft in his stormy eyes. No sharp edges of glee, no ice chips of anger, just - soft.

And so, so sad.

“You’re…you’re not joking?” Casey’s voice was hoarse, words tripping on his ragged throat. Those too-soft strange eyes just watched.

“No. But,” Casey cringed, the other shoe dropping, “you can’t stay here.”

[Directly before Cain Instinct]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

#whump #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #alt prompt #panic #oc #whump writing #whump of a minor #minor whump #panic attack #anticipated violence #suicidal ideation #neglect #past child abuse #implied csa #repetition #freelancers #how do you make the worlds most neurotic hitman? fuck up his childhood. #yeesh dude I didn’t mean to make your backstory so dark your mom is just a really shitty person #don’t worry if Casey’s not your cupa we’ve got some fresh blood coming in tomorrow 👀

[the-dist-ortionist]

Something I've noticed recently is people just adding trauma to their ocs for no reason. Like obviously it makes sense for ocs to have trauma but I mean some people are treating it like a "let's add every trauma ever‼️‼️" and it kinda irritates me, it's stupid but it does. Like there's a difference between a child being abused, neglected whatever than a character randomly turning into a biblicly accurate angel just because and it having almost no reason or relevance and it happening just because.

Like everything that happens to my ocs happens for a reason, if even one out of Aya, Ivonne, Ari, 206 and Nettle had not had trauma, the main plot would not have happened. And with characters like Saoirse and Sierra, they act the way they do in order to protect themselves from trauma again. Like it affects the characters.

But I've seen people just be like "oh yeah my oc was just walking in the park and then turned into a decaying corpse randomly and there's no other lore or character‼️‼️‼️" and it just bothers me since that is not how stuff works.

#theres a difference between giving your oc trauma which doesnt affect them much after time goes past [like if it happenwd as a child and its #not as much of a problen for them as an adult] than just. this #this is stupid like i said but its bugging me #oc #ocs #ramble #oc trauma #trauma #trauma response #tw abuse mention #tw neglect mention #tw abuse #tw neglect #tiktok

[scoopsgf]

im really conflicted with lorelai because on one hand, she raised her daughter by herself after becoming a teen mom and basically got her life together on her own. on the other hand, she’s not a great parent- i hate to say it but if lorelai fed her daughter junk food and was flaky as a mom, but great as a best friend, most people around her in the real world would question her parenting style. i get that her relationship with her parents is unstable due to lasting traumas but the way she treats her parents even after they paid for rory’s school irks me. she didn’t treat max right, she wasn’t always great to sookie, and it’s just a multitude of things that make me appreciate her, but not like her.

hmm… i can see this, but i feel like lorelai gets demonized for a lot of normal, little mistakes that most parents and people in general make. coming from someone who wishes that they had a lorelai for a mom, i’m more willing to look past the tiny infractions. the junk food thing is purely for comedic effect so i really don’t take it into consideration when i judge lorelai’s parenting skills (plus we see fruits and vegetables in their fridge on multiple occasions, and while lor and rory often go out to eat, rory could easily order like, a salad from luke’s if she wanted. he’d be happy to make that for her, meaning she does have access to healthy foods, not to mention her chilton lunch meals are definitely nutritionally balanced). anyway, i wouldn’t call lorelai a flaky mom at all. in fact i’d say she’s almost overly invested in rory’s life: she always wants to know what’s going on, she goes out of her way to make sure rory has what she needs, and she’s constantly trying to maintain an open line of communication with her daughter. while she doesn’t always go about this the right way, it’s her intentions that really matter—she wants rory to know she can come to her, that she can trust her. she makes rory dresses from scratch and fills their house with books and music and goes to business school so she can make a better life for them. she puts aside her pride to ensure that rory’ll have the best education possible. yeah, she can be selfish and immature at times, and she screws up, but so does everyone and that’s literally the point of the show: all the characters on gg are meant to be realistic, they’re meant to frustrate the audience at times and piss people off, because that’s just human nature. no one can be perfect, but lorelai is definitely a really great mom. she just has deep-seated issues when it comes to things like boys and intimacy and secret keeping, which given her upbringing is kind of hard to put her down for (though it does drive me crazy at times). anyway yeah, idk, my point is that of course she can’t be perfect but compared to a lot of moms (both in fiction and irl) she does pretty damn well.

#asks #anon #gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #i rag on her a lot for her treatment of jess and stuff but like #other than how she handles rory’s romantic relationships and all that #she does such a good job of raising rory? #and while it was of course generous of emily and richard to pay for rory’s tuition #that doesn’t mean lorelai is obligated to just forget her entire past with them and worship the ground they walk on #they did kind of treat her like crap. i mean they gave her opportunities and made sure she was in great schools and all that #but that’s kind of the bare minimum considering their lifestyle #and they refused to understand who she was as a person. they emotionally neglected her. they shamed her for being a normal teenaged girl #anyone growing up in that household with all of those unrealistic expectations would feel suffocated and resentful #lorelai didn’t really get to have a childhood. she wasn’t a ‘kid’ she was a ‘young lady’ #and there’s a big difference in how that affects a child from a developmental standpoint. believe me i’ve been studying this stuff #for the past three years #treating a kid like they should already be behaving with maturity and putting them down for every mistake #screws with their brain chemistry #anyway. hhhhh i will criticize her but i will also defend her. i have so many mixed feelings about her #which if anything is just a reflection of how three dimensional she is as a character

[calyxthenerd]

Tax benefits

“So, Mijo, when are you going to find a nice lady to settle down and give me grandchildren with?” Luisa asked her son, who had invited his little lady friend over for dinner for the fifth night in a month, and she was beginning to ponder, because he either invited this girl, ate with her elsewhere or went out to eat with his other friends she knew nothing about, it’s like there no meals just the two of them anymore.

“What the heck, mama?! We’re not doing this right now! Not in front of Luna, you know what? we’re leaving” Ramiro fumed, getting up and grabbing Luna’s hand, dragging her with him, as she fumbled and stuttered out an apology to a guilt stricken Luisa, who watched her only child walk out the door with his friend.

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“So, Mija, Simón and Ámbar are getting married in a few months, your friend Nina got married to that nice boy a few years ago, and I know that your ex boyfriend has confessed that he likes men, which, admittedly, makes a lot of sense, but what about you, any special someone’s we should know about?” Miguel inquired, thinking about that curly haired boy that was always around the house, but who’s name he couldn’t remember for the life of him.

“¡Dios mío papá! No! I’m not going to talk about that with you, I have to go train with Ramiro, tchau” and she stomped away, ah! Ramiro, that was the boy’s name! he really did wonder if he should worry about the young man who spent all day glued to his daughter, seemingly filling in for Simón, who was currently on tour and had a future wife to attend to, as his Luna’s favored male companion, after all, he watched all her competition videos, and there were certain things that one couldn’t simply fake…

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The famous skating duo met up in their forever favorite rink to practice the routine for their next competition, but since their ruthless coach was running late, they sat down to chat for a while “Sorry about the other night, she keeps bringing this up and it’s getting on my nerves!” “It’s alright, I swung by the mansion for lunch today, before coming her, and my dad brought this exact same subject up! But then when I was on my way here, I got an idea…” she recounted

“Keep talking” he perked up, interested, then she whispered in his ear and his eyes widened for a brief second, before a smirk curled on his lips “Valente, you evil genius, I didn’t know you had it in you!” she laughed “thank you, thank you, I try”

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They went down there and got it done, only telling Ámbar and Matteo because they knew they needed at least two witnesses, but of course, these two didn’t do anything without telling Simón and Gastón, and wherever Gastón went, Nina followed, so they ended up with a crowd of five of their closest friends there, but at least they knew the news wouldn’t travel outside of this small group, after all, it’s not everyday you marry your best friend.

#I hc that Ramiro is the kind of person that never tells his parents anything #and also am developing his backstory since I’ve been neglecting him these past few months #and as he is my third favorite dcla boy that is a crime #anyways his dad was a bitch that bailed on him and his mom when he was five and since everything about him screams that he’s an only child #it’s just the two of them #and he always has or well had dinner with his mom #even after he moved out a few years ago #he and Luna are roommates #also I made Luna more confident in this deliberately #as a result of hanging out with Ámbar and Ramiro so much #I might make a sequel for this actually #with them telling the rest of the group and their parents #ramiro ponce #soy luna #funny how 2/3 of my favorite dcla boys have a relation to the last name ponce #calyx writes