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adventuringblind · 10 months

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Daddy Issues

Max verstappen x reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Both you and Max have similar daddy issues. How do you comfort eachother in times of need?

Warnings: DADDY ISSUES GALORE, depictions of verbal, emotional, and physical abuse, anger issues, Google translated Dutch (I know two other languages and neither if them is dutch)

Notes: Not proofread (we die like Charles Leclerc's car at the 2023 Brisish GP FP2), third-person POV

Masterlist // Part Two // Part three

Sometimes, her love story with Max felt like that of Romeo and Juliette. That's what she likes to tell herself as their dads once again go to war with their respective children.

How either of them had made it this far in life, she had no clue.

This particular night was Max's turn to receive a phone call. The two lovers had been laying in bed during the winter break, keeping eachother warm, when the phone started buzzing.

Max had taken one look at the caller ID and debated whether to just let it ring through or answer. The latter being the better decision or else he would get that added to the procrastinated verbal slaps his father likes to give freely.

The Dutch picked up the phone and pulled the woman close to him in the same motion.

"Hello." His voice is rough, his annoyance becoming apperant in this moment.

Jos' voice through the phone was so loud she didn't even have to try and listen. It was as if he was in the room with them.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he did his best to keep his composure.

"Have you been practicing with the sim?"

"Yes."

"Good, wouldn't want you getting worse or being distracted by the female in your house over the break," he laughed.

Max's free hand entwined with hers. The woman proceding to squeeze his three times. A silent I love you for time like this.

"Maybe you can finally put her to use if you were smart."

A blow to both of them. She had winced only a little, but it didn't go unnoticed. Max brought her knuckles to his mouth and silently let his lips graze them.

"Next race I expect to see you make less mistakes and if there is more then you only have yourself and the women to blame."

"Goodnight dad."

Max quickly hung up the phone and tossed it aside.

She, however, took a different approach and jumped out of the bed. Her now cold body running to the kitchen. Max close behind her.

"I've decided we need hot chocolate." She stated before he could even get the question out.

The two spend the rest of the night cuddling with hot chocolate and watching kids' movies.

The words of Jos are not easily forgotten, but maybe Max could find a way to heal regardless.

The next time something like this happened, it was her turn.

Unfortunately for her, they were at a race. Her parents wanted to come because it's a race in her home country. Spending the day with their daughter, who lives far away now, sounds great in theory.

It had started tame. The three of you sitting in the Redbull hospitality catching up until she went to go find some of your friends and wish them luck.

Thankfully, Lando was walking by and spotted her.

"Hey (Y/N)!" He shouted. Successfully grabbing her attention. The woman waved and made it three steps forward before her dad had placed his hand on her shoulder.

Startled, she spun around and put some distance between them.

"We need to talk." The older man crossed his arms.

Immediately, her body felt like she was a child again. Her shoulders sagged but looked him in the eyes anyway. Knowing if she didn't, he would become more upset.

"I know me and your mom aren't the most rich people, but at least we gave you a better childhood thank ours." He sighed and let out a small laugh. Something he did to make her believe she wasn't in trouble. "You could be a little more grateful to us before running off with some guy who has more than us."

"I'm sorry," was all she could muster.

Thankfully, lando had come over to say hello after she had finished her conversation. He waited, not wanting to interrupt. Until he heard the apology, then he decided to gently step in.

"(Y/N)! Glad I caught you! Max wanted to see you before qualifying." The Brit felt proud of himself for how smooth that sounded.

"Oh do you know where he is?"

"Yeah, follow me." He gestured with his head the direction they were going to head.

"I'll talk to you later, dad." She smiled sadly. Then, she turned to follow Lando.

The two walked in silence to the Redbull garage. Lando not wanting to push the woman and her attempting to swallow her tears before having to talk to Max. Stressing him out before he needed to race was not on her agenda today.

When Max spotted her coming into the garage, he jogged over, greeting his love and his friend with a bright smile.

"What are you doing down here? I thought you were up in hospitality?" He asked.

Max's eyes dart between the two. Taking in the sheepish smile of one and a mixture of sadness and confusion on the other.

Lando turns to look at the woman beside him. "Sorry about lying to you, but I heard what your dad was saying to you..." He trails.

Max's face drops. Suddenly understanding why she had come with a sullen expression.

"It's okay Lan, thank you for rescuing me."

"Anytime." He nods before making his way out of the garage.

Max places his hands on her shoulders. "Do you want to talk about it now, or do you want a hug?"

She doesn't respond. Instead, she embraces him, inhaling his scent and listening to the sound of his heart.

"Race first, talk later." She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek for goodluck.

Max understanding her needs and how she is feeling, helped put the words of her dad into the back of her brain.

The following incident happened in the two's shared home. Jos had cone knocking at the door while Max was away grabbing some essentials for dinner that night. She regretted not going with him now. Opting to get things ready and started while Max was away.

"Oh, it's you." Jos sneered. Practically shoving her out of the way to get inside the apartment. "Where is my son?"

"He's at the store grabbing things for dinner, but I think he'll be back shortly." The young woman closes the door but hardly moves, barely a breath entering her lungs.

Dealing with Jos on her own was always a difficult task. Often fighting with herself between being on the defensive and provoking him more, or just staying quiet. Normally, she opted for the latter.

"You should really consider leaving him now. It'll hurt him less, and he'll be able to focus on what's important again." His eyes burn on her. "Have you still not understood that you are hindering him?! He has been making more mistakes since you seduced him."

She lost her grip for a moment, her mouth letting the words slip before her frontal lobe could fully process.

"Have you ever considered that encouraging and being proud of him might help him more than the constant berating?"

Jos' face went red, his jaw clenching in anger. He looked like he might break something.

Originally, she hadn't realized how close he had been. Now, knowing she should have put more than an arms reach.

The sting on her cheek was not a sensation she was used to. Her father had never actually hit her. thrown stuff around, and broke things from occasionally, but never hit her.

Tears began pricking her eyes. How was she to respond now?

"Don't speak to me like that. It's ridiculous that he keeps you around."

Well, she already crossed the line. There's no going back now. "Maybe because I am actually kind to him." Standing her grand, she managed to look directly at him. The shock of her action clearly displayed on his figure. "Your son is one of the kindest and funniest people I have ever met. He is successful not because because of you but because of himself and what he has achieved through his own hard work."

She had been so lost in her speech that she had failed to hear the keys in the door.

"I'm glad you think so geliefde." His voice was soft towards her. Relief washed over her face as she turned to see him. "What are you doing here, dad?"

"I came to look over some things with you about your next race."

Max's eyes narrowed at him. He quickly places the bag with groceries in it on the floor and strides over where the young woman is still trying to figure out what to do next.

Max places his hands on either side of her face and examines it. "Well, now you don't get to ever come back."

"Max-"

"She is right. I am loved by her unconditionally, and I don't need you to constantly criticize me. And you especially do not get to lay hands on anyone I care about."

Max's eyes turned cold. Now staring past her while still holding her protectively. "Get out."

"Son I think we should at least talk about this!"

"Get out! Or I will call the authorities."

Jos raised his hands in defeat and wnt to exit the space. Before he closed the door, he left you both with a parting message. "I hope she is worth it, Max, and if you realize she's not, then don't come crawling back to me."

When the door clicked closed, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing. "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said anything to him." She sobbed.

Max embraced her gently and leaned to whisper, "You did nothing wrong, I don't need him to be proud of me. Instead, I think your encouragement will be enough to fuel me for races."

Then, they both started to heal.

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lesbianleonardo · 1 year

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sooo normal about this (lying)

#idw is constantly Kiling It with the turtle characterizations but man what they are doing with raph is so special #he was alone for a Year at the very start and then finally found his family #he’s familiar with how to survive but now he has a support system! a family!#and then bit by bit everything gets more dangerous #casey gets hurt Badly. leo is kidnapped and brainwashed. donnie almost dies. splinter’s desperate to kill shredder and succeeds #and then mikey leaves bc he sees the path splinter is on and he can’t be a part of that #raph’s family keeps getting hurt or they leave and he’s trying so hard to protect and keep them together #god the talk raph has with mikey absolutely rips me apart bc it’s literally right before splinter sets up harold as bait #we all know raph is the fighter and the protector but i really like how idw showcases it #he’s terrified but he can’t stop fighting or else something else will happen to his family and they will possibly get killed #sorry i’m insane about him #tmnt idw #tmnt #idw #idw raph #idw leo #idw donnie #idw mikey #teenage mutant ninja turtles #turtle talks

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atiyasnake · 10 months

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What came after the King

So, I know there is a ton of summoning the ghost king and usually it ends up with Danny/Phantom coming up when usually it was expected Pariah Dark would show up. They expect this big bad dude, the Tyrant King but get the bag of sass and puns that we have deemed Danny to be since Ghost King Danny is a really fun thing.

But what if Pariah is indeed still the ghost king. What if that time when he was locked back into the sarcophagus didn’t qualify Danny to be the new Ghost King, so Pariah was still it. Just asleep like before. (many ways to make it so since ya know *imagination*) But overall, Ghost King is still Pariah Dark...and he can still be summoned.

That would serve for some pretty interesting scenarios. For the cults guys and ofc for the heroes who might be in a situation where their last resort is summoning the Ghost King. Most situations would probably end in world domination and destruction seeing as Pariah Dark isn’t such a nice dude.

So imagine, there we have Pariah Dark unleashed on the mortal realm summoned from the sarcophagus by cultists and making up for the time he has been locked away by causing destruction and poor heroes who are trying to figure out what the hell to do.

But then from the portal where Pariah Dark had been bringing in his undead army, something else came out. Something powerful that everyone can sense and they feared what else the Ghost King called to his side in his reign of terror.

A clawed hand connected to too-long arms. A body made of a black void. Eyes glowing a bright white with a green sheen. It crawled its way out of the swirling green portal and the temperature dropped. An unsettling chill deep in their bones grew along with a pressure that made their body feel heavy before too light. More and more of the body appeared and it was too big. It hurts to look at, to try to make sense of what they were looking at. A hero or two could have sworn that it was absorbing light, like a living black hole. It’s become too silent and some second guess whether they were even alive because they can’t hear the pounding of their hearts in their heads anymore from before.

Everyone in its presence was untethered, feeling like they are floating in a cold nothingness.

It’s a sudden change that left them catching their breath they were not even sure they were getting.

Then they watched as this creature looked at Pariah Dark, its eyes shifted in color and became brighter. Its body writhed where it was. Its claws grew longer and dug into the ground below. There’s suddenly a ringing in their ears and some notice that the creature had opened its mouth that they hadn’t been able to see before and don’t want to look at.

It’s angry, so very angry.

When it looked at them, they knew they couldn’t stop it. They could do nothing against the creature. Their death was inescapable. Deep inside of them, they knew.

But the eyes softened when it looked at them. The chill abated, becoming more gentle instead of harsh and biting. They could feel where their feet were against the ground again. They could hear the reassuring sound of the breaths they took and the beating of their hearts. They were no longer floating in an unforgiving void.

There was no question that the creature was angry but it was not directed at them. There was no malice in its gaze. A soothing croon echoed out from the creature, caressing them and lessening the pain in their bodies and panic in their minds.

A few of them noticed that they had been moved, further away from the destruction and other threats.

Seemingly, with one last glance, the creature looked back at Pariah Dark. It’s fury so clear but none of it touched them. They were still protected. And when the creature headed toward Pariah Dark’s Army, when it obliterated his forces with ease and finally met Pariah Dark with claws, an open maw, and a wail that shook the ground, they felt none of it.

The creature’s fight with the Ghost King did not touch anyone. It did not add to the destruction that had already surrounded them.

As Pariah Dark fought back and attempted to escape the clutches of the creature as it dragged him toward the portal, he was unable to. Despite every hit, scream, and curse the creature never faltered and all they heard was the scream of a King cut off as he was pulled through swirling green.

Leaving the heroes a mess to clean up and a lot fewer casualties/injuries than expected. But afterward, there is a mad rush to get rid of the ways to summon the Ghost King. To not have anything like it happen again. To never even consider summoning the Ghost King because no good would come out of it.

They did not want there to be any chance of the Ghost King coming back.

But it was not only because of the Ghost King himself, no.

But also for what came after the King.

But yeah! overall, it would be cool to see more fic/drabble/ etc of how it would be if Pariah Dark was summoned but as a result Danny/Phantom came after him, in any of his forms tho. this drabble here was if Danny came after in a more elritch form.

#batty ghosts #dcxdp #dpxdc #ghost king summoning #Atiya writes #idea #prompt #eldritch danny #in the eyes of everyone else there is this eldritch creature dragging back the powerful ghost king with no mercy that strikes terror in them #bit for danny its literally like WHO LET THE DAMN DOG OUT I SWEAR TO GO-#or something to that effect #Danny is a protector spirit #so like he goes after the king but makes sure no one else will get hurt #Danny is not the ghost king #but he will drag that ghost king's ass back into the realms with no mercy #Possible Ancient of Space Danny

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stephantom · 5 months

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I don’t know what I feel, but loki creating and holding together Yggdrasil after centuries of time-looping and failure and loneliness was not on my bingo card, and it did make me smile sadly in a “yeah wow I guess this could be it” way. Idk cheers I guess

#spoilers #loki spoilers #loki #fwoof idk #I just don’t know #the way they hedged on the ships was pretty funny. and by funny I mean annoying. but oh well.#so loki is the protector of the multiverse and all possibilities? does he see all his missed lives? is he ao3??#the glorious burden and throne #all alone exactly like he didn’t want #and sylvie gets to live a life he’d have liked?#what a strange show really #lots to digest #sorry this isn’t coherent or insightful #likes appeared after my tag rant so they’re not endorsing this nonsense per se lol #also I was drunk when I wrote this otherwise I probably wouldn’t have posted a reaction immediately lol

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crazy-maracuya · 30 days

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Love the idea of trickster Lucifer/The Devil who tries to manipulate and psychologically torture everyone into leaving god and taking away all their chance to be redeemed.

But I'm hungry to see Michael never falling for it.

And I don't mean the Archangel who goes down to his level to make people still have faith, who also hurts others and even his own to go against the devil. Neither do I also mean the Archangel who is blinded by faith and does whatever he wants because he can't fall, or even the Archangel who acts just as pompous and prideful as any other prince.

I clave for the Archangel who fails and learns his lessons, who always gets hurt in the end but never gives up on humanity, the one that became so human it breaks him entirely, the Archangel chief prince that rules through heaven and the pressure of it holds him forever. The Archangel whose faith doesn't waver, whose scars are visible like those of a warrior, whose mind is sharp from the ages and wise from its confrontarions with the devil. The one who is patient enough to hold a conversation with the worst of kind, the one who has learned resilience from the humble and recieved strength from the loveless. The one that has been through the war and never forget it, but neither does it forget to love the enemy through it.

#rant:#that talk with the devil and michael over his body and the whole thing of jesus being tempted as a human by the devil always made me wonder #if the angels after the fall of Lucifer would also be subjected to more of that #possibly even better manipulation than the ones before the fall #so i tried to gather my two braincells to think how the angels could be portrayed. and especially how important it was to remain #to the teachings of god #especially for michael who has to show the best parts of a leader and a warrior but also a protector and an angel like any other #and i do love to think he can talk to the worst. he has earned every human trait and honed it.#and just as well also fall to it. the thing is he quickly tries to regain himself with rhe help of god.#where as Jesus was born perfect as it was and meant to be the perfect one.#like i kinda see the angels each one try to reflect a part of humanity they have learned from them and being influenced by it.#angelology #angels #bible fandom #abrahamic mythology #abrahamic religions #michael/lucifer #Christianity #headcanons

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