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08. Debaten sobre tener hijos

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Naeve nunca fue el tipo de niña que soñaba con la maternidad, ella siempre tuvo el objetivo claro en ser curandera, en ser la mejor curandera. El matrimonio, los hijos… No era algo en lo que ella tuviera tiempo para pensar. Hasta que la guerra terminó. 

Cuando la guerra terminó, Naeve y Kylo tuvieron que recomponer la sociedad, pero no hubo grandes problemas que no pudieran solucionar. Y fue cuando la rutina de sus trabajos se volvió estable, que Naeve se dio cuenta lo mucho que amaba a Kylo y lo mucho que le gustaría tener hijos con él. 

Dado que Kylo nunca mencionó el tema, ella siempre supuso que Kylo estaba esperando a que lo propusiera para tomar el paso. Sin embargo, en la noche, en la cama tapados hasta el cuello escuchando la lluvia golpear contra la ventana, la respuesta del soldado fue clara. 

—No—decidido y con los ojos cerrados, Kylo respondió. La joven ni siquiera se le ocurrió contradecirlo, ellos eran una pareja, y esta era una decisión que ambos debian tomar—es muy arriesgado. 

—¿Arriesgado? ¿En qué sentido? 

Kylo abrió los ojos incorporándose y con su mirada fija en la expresión de Naeve contesto. 

—Para ti, por supuesto—pausa—El embarazo y el parto son demasiado arriesgados y… Necesito que estés aquí. 

Naeve también se incorporó, mirando los ojos de su esposo noto su preocupación. Kylo fue huérfano, su padre desapareció cuando nació y su madre falleció pocas horas después del parto, y hasta los nueve años que el General Braw estuvo solo. En aquel entonces el sistema sanitario de Buiiphew no era bueno, los únicos con acceso a ello era la realeza, pero incluso los médicos no estaban tan bien informados como los de Aeroo. Hoy en día, con los cursos que Naeve dio y la cantidad de nuevos curanderos que había, las enfermedades y tratamientos mal hechos eran mucho menores, entre ellos el cuidado con los embarazos y partos. 

—Kylo—la joven tocó la mejilla del pelinegro dejando un beso en la comisura de sus labios—No va a pasarme nada, ¿no sabes que soy la mejor cuidadora de embarazadas? 

—Lo sé, aun así… 

—Además, no necesariamente tengo que quedarme embarazada—otro beso—siempre podemos adoptar ¿no? 

Y cuando los ojos de Kylo brillaron supo que sus deseos eran correspondidos. 

♡ Max "If It Weren't For The Baby" Verstappen | MV1

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Summary: Max and George show no signs of stopping anytime soon and poor y/n is stuck between a rock and a hard place. but soon things escalate when Max accidentally opens his big mouth.

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y/n_russell posted:

y/n_russell: Habibi come to Abu Dhabi✨

Comments:

user: SHE’S BACK, EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!! 🔥🔥🔥 user: MOTHER RETURNED TO THE GRID AND IT SHOWS. user: Abu Dhabi isn’t ready for her!! 😍 user: Not to be messy, but is that a bump or just the angle? 👀

user: Delete this before you embarrass yourself further. 🙄 user: You do realize that’s body-shaming, right? Yikes. user: Maybe it’s just the dress, maybe it’s none of our business. Either way—don’t. user: Imagine logging onto the internet just to get ratio’d in the comments. Couldn’t be me.

georgerussell63: Wow. 2 whole photo in front of Lewis’s garage? Feeling betrayed right now.

y/n_russell: omg george, do you want me to write "george is my favorite" on my forehead or something? relax. georgerussell63: I’m just saying, where’s the support? y/n_russell: maybe if your garage didn’t feel like the waiting room at a dentist’s office, I’d consider it. georgerussell63: That’s because we’re professional. y/n_russell: nah, it’s because you have the personality of unseasoned chicken. user: 💀💀💀 SHE CAME FOR HIS LIFE.

user: MAX. LIKED. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.

user: Not Max creeping in the shadows like that. George, sweetie, you seeing this? user: Netflix doesn’t even need to make a script this season. The show’s writing itself.

landonorris: MOTHER.

y/n_russell: 🔪🔪🔪 user: The knives are out. Lando, RUN.

lewishamilton: Always great to have you around. Thanks for showing up and supporting me this weekend. Much love ❤️

y/n_russell: Wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know I’m rooting for you Lew! Big things ahead 💪🏽

f1teaspill posted:

f1teaspill: Okay, F1 fans, we’ve got a hot one for you! Max Verstappen and George Russell’s sister, Y/n, were spotted on a hotel balcony together, and it’s seriously got people talking. 👀 Y/n was supposed to be at a totally different hotel with George, so why is she with Max—especially with all the drama going down between them? 🤔

Is there something going on between these two? Or is Y/n just making it clear that she’s Team Max in this ongoing feud? You know we’ll be watching this one unfold closely... 🔥

Comments:

user: Yooo, what’s going on here?! Y/n is in Max’s hotel?? 😳

user: Is this a secret relationship or is Y/n just picking sides? I need answers!! 😬

user: So Y/n's team Max now? This is messy. 👀

user: Max and Y/n are lowkey dating and no one’s telling us?! I need the receipts ASAP. 😩🔥

user: Sis really out here with Max?? I can’t believe this. George is gonna flip. 😬

user: Okay, but like... is she betraying George by cozying up with Max right now? Or is she just done with the drama? 👀

user: Nah, this can’t be real. She’s out here looking all comfy with Max while George is literally her brother?? What kind of betrayal is this? 😱

user: Is this the kind of power move we’re witnessing?? Y/n dropping George for Max?? 🤯💥

user: Ok, but lowkey, I ship them so hard. Max and Y/n would make the hottest couple. 🔥🔥

user: No, fr. Max and Y/n are EVERYTHING. They look so good together, I’m lowkey obsessed. 😍👀 user: Can we just take a minute to appreciate how they’re literally radiating chemistry? I don’t care if they’re not dating—they should be. 😩💅

user: The way she’s just chilling with Max tho... George must be somewhere crying right now. 🤣💀

f1teaspill posted:

f1teaspill: “If it weren’t for the baby.” Three words that sent the paddock and the internet into absolute mayham today after Max Verstappen dropped the bomb during an interview. 👶💣

Fans are already in detective mode, dissecting every second of this wild moment. Whose baby? Is Max a secret dad? And what does George Russell have anything to do with it?

Interview Transcript:

Journalist: Max, earlier this week George Russell referred to you as a “bully” in his recent comments. Do you have any thoughts on that?

Max: (chuckles awkwardly) Well, you know, George always has something to say. I’m not going to get into it.

Journalist: But do you think his characterization of you is fair?

Max: (sighs) Look, I’m just here to race. I’m not interested in petty drama.

Journalist: It doesn’t seem like George is letting it go anytime soon. Are you planning to address it with him directly?

Max: (visibly annoyed) I really don’t see the point in—

Journalist: But isn’t it important to clear the air, especially since the tension is so public now?

Max: (snapping) If it weren’t for the baby, I wouldn’t even bother trying to make peace with him!

(A beat of stunned silence. Max’s eyes widen in realization.)

Journalist: The… baby? What baby? Max, can you clarify—

(Max mutters something under his breath and walks off, leaving the journalist baffled.)

Comments:

user: BABY???? HELLO? MAX, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.

user: What baby, Max?! WHOSE BABY?! I haven’t been this confused since Abu Dhabi 2021.

user: Can someone please check if Max even knows what he said? He looked so panicked when he walked off.

user: “If it weren’t for the baby”??? Sir, we’re not in Panem; calm down.

user: Peeta Verstappen has entered the chat. Someone hand him a loaf of bread. user: Peeta Mellark walked so Max Verstappen could run user: I just KNOW someone’s editing Max into a Peeta scene as we speak. Can’t wait.

user: Okay but what baby would involve George? George is childless?

user: Guys, hear me out: What if Max is secretly dating George’s sister? That’s the ONLY way a baby ties them together. user: Nah, there’s no way. George would’ve punched Max into next week already. user: Okay but think about it. Max. George’s sister. A baby. Uncle George. THIS IS LORE. user: I’m just saying, George’s sister has been looking very glow-y lately… 👀 user: Not a theory, just facts: Max is babytrapping George into a truce. 💀 user: Wait... isn’t George’s sister in Abu Dhabi right now?? 👀 user: omg and they were seen together on his hotel balcony jskjsk user: I’M SCREAMING. THIS THEORY IS TOO GOOD. user: Max... the man, the myth, the secret brother-in-law.

user: F1 fandom today: trying to figure out if Max has a secret family or if we’re all just collectively hallucinating.

user: Bro, if this is true, Netflix better dedicate a whole episode to Uncle George. user: “If it weren’t for the baby” is my villain origin story now.

user: GUYS. What if Max meant baby as in, like, his cat or something? We’re spiraling.

user: Okay but why would George care about Max’s cat?! Use your brain. user: Honestly, the only thing that makes sense is Max dating George’s sister. Uncle George confirmed. Case closed.

user: Y’all, the way I will actually SCREAM if Max and George’s sister are together. This is better than any race drama.

user: Max Verstappen?? A baby daddy?? In THIS economy??

user: Everyone’s fighting over the baby, but I’m just here wondering how Christian Horner is gonna spin this in interviews.

user: Plot twist: The baby is Christian Horner’s with Toto 😭

user: STOP. This is the most chaotic F1 season ever, and I love it.

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Cl16 where reader(girlfriend) is a reserve driver for Ferrari and she takes Charles(because he’s sick) place and wins that race and he’s super proud of her for winning ❤️❤️❤️

CL16 — love in sickness and wins

warnings: use of y/n

ty for the request! sorry if I made any mistake english is not my first language

You had to hide it, you took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on what was important. The race, your debut, your debut in ferrari; this was so big that you couldn't screw this up because of your nerves.

Charles had a horrible flu and no matter how bad you felt about him, this was the biggest chance that you had in your life. Your debut in Formula One.

Already in the car and your thoughts speeding around, made you feel like throwing up. But it wasn't the moment, it really wasn't. You saw the mechanics walking around the car. It was so hard to concentrate and you were so afraid that someone would notice, that when you felt a touch on your shoulder you almost screamed.

Then you relaxed, when you saw his eyes staring at you, his rosy nose and a weak smile on his face.

“ How are you feeling?” You asked with a shaky voice.

“ That's what I should ask” Charles leaned on the car, you gripped the steering wheel tightly as a nervous laugh escaped from your body.

“ Yeah, I would prefer not talk about it” You were taking his place, his car, and this was the circuit he should race. It was better if your boyfriend didn't know that you were three seconds away from fainting.

“ Yeah, well… there's something I want to tell you,” his words made you frown and really pay attention to what he was going to say. “ Right now, I'm very happy to be sick. I don't think I've ever been so happy to actually.”

He took a deep breath while you tried to contain the emotion that filled your chest.

“ You are the best racer I know, and you're not only that, you're the best winner”

“Charles, stop, okay…”

“ Dear, I need you to trust me on this one,” he traced his fingers with yours “You are here because you were always a winner, because you were able to prove for years that you deserved this place. This race is just one of many you have won.”

Your head went blank for a few seconds, And before you could answer, someone was yelling at your boyfriend about why he was still here. You couldn't thank him enough for how much his words cleared your head. You had been the best racer for years, and that was the reason why Ferrari considered you. There was nothing to fear.

──── ୨ৎ ────

Well, it seems that there was something to fear. Not even in your worst nightmares You were leading a race with George behind you and with Max behind him. And it was terrifying. You didn't know how Charles wasn't afraid for a second during the races, but at this moment you were hating him so bad.

“ y/n, two laps to go” you heard, almost peeing yourself. You couldn't even think of that when you had George trying to pass you. Trying to not pee yourself, you breathed so hard while you accelerated as much as you could.

It was the last lap, you had this, you gained time in the last one and when you saw the final stretch you ran out of air.

“ You won, y/n, you won”

Everything was blurry after that. The mechanics hugging you, the director screaming in your ear, the people in the grades… And behind that was Charles, leaning against a wall with one hand resting on his heart, from afar you saw his bright, tearful eyes accompanied by a gentle smile.

Without hearing his words, you read his lips.

“I'm proud of you”

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@ Anakin Skywalker × Female!Reader

Summary: Reader runs away from home because of her parents' mental abuse, Anakin receives her.

Warning: Mental Abuse

Tags: Comfort, Confessions, Friends to Lovers

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Walking along the street, it looked like the sky was about to fall, the storm was strong, and your wet clothes made it difficult to advance. Some people were running under the rain, and others hid under the roof; you walked, how fast you were able. 

You were mentally tired, and even if you were freezing, it was so much better than staying in your parent's house. You knew the way to your comfort, to the person who could make you safe, and loved. At the end of the street, a little blue house highlighted among the others, your hands shaking, and your wet eyes weren't a barrier to knock on the door; at first, with a soft punch, but when no one answered, your desperation took control under your decisions. You heard the steps coming, and tried to straighten your hair; the door opened, letting you see him. 

Anakin was startled, his clothes were dirty and his face was stained with dust, but you were worse off. Your wet hair, red nose and eyes worried him immediately, wrapping his arms around and pulling you inside. 

“ Are you out of your mind? Don't you know how dangerous it is going out with this storm?” Anakin took off one of his clothes to cover you, his voice sounded like he was furious, you were aware that he was worried; he was always worried about you, and you also wanted to do something for him, but he never came to you to ask for a favour. His hands attempted to share some warmth, your skin was cold and the wet clothes did not help. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go'' Hearing your whisper, made Anakin understand. You didn't mean to put yourself in danger, you just wanted to escape. Anakin was aware of the problem that your parents represented, instead of being responsible for their own mistakes, they chose to responsibilize you for that. Mentally abusing you, every time they were stressed. 

He lent you some clothes, they were too big for you but the fabric was soft and a faint whiff of Anakin’s perfume, which instantly made you feel safe. R2D2 was there, next to you, you posed your hand on the top of his head. 

“Hi, R2” he made some happy robotic sounds causing your smile. Anakin entered the room checking if you were more calm than before, you noticed him and without stopping yourself you called him. Right away, your ears blushed. 

“ Sorry, I was just… Are you feeling better now? ” It was the first time that Anakin looked like this, shy or at least that was how you saw him. He wasn't shy, he was trying to hide his anger, his frustration for not being able to protect you from your parents. 

“ Yes, thank you for the clothes” you replied, settling down to get out of the bed. With a smile "Did I surprise you?”

Anakin leaned against the door frame.

“ A lot, actually. But I'm glad you came here” If you were close to him, he knew that he could protect you. “Is there something you want to eat?” 

Standing up you smiled kindly, Anakin's house was beautiful, it was comfortable but most of all it had Anakin in it; however no matter how kind he is, you could not abuse his time and space. 

“No, I think I should go to my house” The abuse of your parents, their words were strong, but that shouldn't mean that you should simply carry away yourself for your desires. You passed by his side. “ I will send you back these clothes, probably tomorrow after work. Sorry for annoying your evening”

“Annoying?” Anakin laughed stunned. “If I tell you I don't find you annoying, would you stay for dinner?”

You giggled nervously, his touch on your wrist and his words were a clarifying factor as to why your heart was beating so fast. You knew you were useless, that your feelings for Anakin were something that you could not allow yourself, that you should try harder for being enough. 

“ Anakin, really, I'm glad but-” 

“ If you’re glad, you should thank me accepting my proposing” 

Anakin was asking you for something, and you couldn't handle saying no to him. You were good at cooking, so you offered to do it, but Anakin was very persistent with the idea of him cooking. You and R2D2, were not convinced as much as him, promising to keep an eye on him, the result was good, and a much tastier meal than you had thought was served.

“ What did they say this time?” Suddenly Anakin asked in the silence of the dinner, since you didn't understand, he added “I mean, your parents, what did they say? “

“ Uh, nothing, they were angry and we fought” Trying to sound like you were fine, your eyes didn't direct towards him. 

“You fought…?” Anakin asked before fakely smiling. “If they are insulting, it's not a fight. Its abuse ”

Stupid, dumb bitch, useless, you're only a problem. 

“ No… I don't think it's like that” you murmured trying to convince yourself. You were aware that your parents weren't the best, or even kind. You felt hurt, unfortunately they were your parents, and no matter how much pain they do to you, hating them was so much harder than anyone could imagine. 

“ You don't deserve to be treated like this” Anakin affirmed with the confidence that you didn't have.  Anakin grabbed your hand, gently touching it. “Not even for your parents” 

His voice was sweet, giving you chills, your heart was weak. 

“ Anakin, you're kind and I don't deserve-” 

“ T/n don't even dare to say that, you're fantastic” Anakin breathed, he needed to ask for it “Stay this night” 

You didn't pretend to misunderstand his words. 

“ I like you, and I want to stay with you, I want to protect you” He added.

Maybe, there was nothing to misunderstand. He kneels down in front of you.  “Ani…” you were out of breath. “ I like you too ”

OKAY I made so much mistakes, remember spanish is my first language and im just learning english.

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@ Anakin Skywalker × Female!Reader ( Part. 2 )

— english is not my first language; I'm just trying to practice don't pay attencion to this please

⚠️ mentions of rape and violence

tags: confort, therapy, established relationship

— Part 1 !

Summary: Someone tried to rape reader while Anakin was on a mission, the last thing that the reader wants, is to talk about it. AO3

Anakin was worried, he knew from the conversation you two had, that you didn't want to talk about what happened. And it was okay, he would wait for your recovery how much you needed it. Nevertheless he wasn't sure if staying in bed would be good for you, you worked, yes but he couldn't see anymore the passion you had as a Senator before the attack. 

He asked for advices, and received good ones. He tried to talk to you, recommending a therapist who would help you with the mental problems that this attack could cause you. You didn't listen. 

You were feeling depressed, dirty and guilty. Anakin was there for you, but you couldn't help to avoid him, you were in a black hole seeing no light to escape from this invisible pain.

You woke up, it was night and Anakin was picking things from the wardrobe, you thought that maybe he finally gave up on you. Faking that you were still sleeping, you tried to not cry. Sadness again in your heart, but did you know that you don't deserve him. 

Anakin kept in silence before he walked around the bed and sat next to your body. 

" Are you still sleeping, my dear?" He touched your hair, and probably also smiled but you couldn't see it. "I know you don't" 

… 

" It's okay, you don't have to say anything, you just have to hear me" Anakin whispered, making your heart ache, you didn't know why you ignored him since you wanted so much to admire his face "I have to go to a mission, probably I will be going for a week "

Anakin stroked your face, his fingers traced around your cheek, made you blush. 

" I set a date with a therapist in two days, for you" softly said, fearing your reaction. " I'm going to leave you a paper with the information you need. And I know you didn't want to go, just take a little time to think about it. Okay, Love? Just… A little of your time."

He kissed your hand.

" Just remember, any that your choice is, I love you and I always will be right here"

His lips kissed your forehead. 

He wasn't in the apartment anymore, your tears moistened your cheeks, where his hands were before. You touched there with your own hands, trying to replicate his warmth. 

You knew you had the power to change this, it was under your control. You felt the pain under your chest, and it was time to let it go.

You wanted to search for Anakin, however surely it was late, and first you needed a shower. 

In your mind, therapy sounded scary. But when you cried in the first session, you finally discovered that it wasn't. Therapy was a relief. 

It was hard, talking about the attack mostly. And the fact that Anakin left for three weeks instead of one, it was also kinda complicated, but he came back, like he promised, and finding you, waiting with a smile made him sob. 

they get politicians to present trophies. they allow donald trump as a guest. they sing national anthems in countries with human rights issues. but if a driver is political they get a fine, suspension, or a deduction of championship points?

dictatorship.