#Meghan's hug

[darknutmeg]

Zhuo Yichen wears his heart on his sleeve, acts as a shelter for those he cares most about and it hurts him sometimes. I don't like that their little "play" took advantage of him but I understand why it was necessary.

I hope he will be safe and loved at the end of all things.

[hug-kiss-marry-kill]

[harryandmeghansussex]

"Hugs can do great amounts of good— Princess Diana"

[ffiamgoku]

Another great pic set drawn for me by @konako. Again these are for some of my MCU fics that feature Female Peter Parker (Penelope Parker). This pic (and fic elements) take inspiration from the 90s Spider-Man Clone Saga comic arc that lasted from 1994 to 1996. It is not a direct adaptation, it is merely inspired by it and draws some content from it.

This pic features Penelope, her clone Beth Reilly (Female Ben Reilly), and Kaine Parker, a clone who suffered from a degenerative condition.

Now I know the Clone Saga is....divisive among Spider-Man fans...and yeah, the longer it went on the plot just went off the rails and went batshit crazy. But I do love the introduction of Ben Reilly/The Scarlet Spider, and some of the Clone Saga contents, but it did really go off the rails after awhile and the writers were just cramming so much content into it without much care for how ridiculous it was getting. It was crazy even by comic book standards. As always, my version of Penelope's appearance is based on Anya Taylor-Joy, as is Beth's. However I wrote in that the degenerative affects Kaine suffered under, made her body age beyond what Penny and Beth were, so instead of being a teenager, she is in her late 20s/early30s. Kaine is based on actress Meghan Ory (who some may know as playing Ruby on "Once Upon a Time" among other roles). Who Konako has drawn such great art of Meghan before on her page, and she did again an amazing job here capturing the characters, the outfits, and even the anatomy of them. (Kaine is older, and in the comics, when Peter is older he has a larger physique than his teenage self, so Kaine here being physically older is bigger than Penny and Beth) Below is a link to two of my Female Peter Parker fics: Some Reassembly Required A New Team: (Done Right) Siberia: Take Two These fics are NOT Steve Rogers Friendly, or Wanda Maximoff Friendly.

[pakgirls530916]

The Prince Charles we never saw. The smile and twinkle in Harry's eyes..

[thatssosussex]

She really needed that hug. I would have given her a hug like that if I could. One for Harry as well. 🥺

[ur-mag]

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[pickingupmymercedes]

Neva Play - Lewis Hamilton

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Neva Play - Meghan Thee Stallion

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: fluff with hints of angst - and a lot of sass (thanks anon who requested this one, it was perfect)

wordcount: +1k

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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I expected the usual whispers when I stepped into the media pen. I’ve been around long enough to know how it goes when things don’t go Lewis’s way.

But this time, the way they were talking, like the man hadn’t just won races less than six months ago—it had got to me.

“Maybe he’s lost it. Can’t keep up with the young ones anymore.”

One journalist snorted behind me, speaking loud enough that it was clearly meant to be overheard. I pretended not to listen, but I couldn’t help the way my jaw clenched.

He’d barely made it two laps today before the car gave out, but they were acting like it was all on him. As if it wasn’t obvious that the supposed updates were off—especially considering his teammate had spun out in the same damn place in quali.

These people knew the car was at fault, knew the team had struggled all weekend, hell the past 5 races at least, but still, they chose to spin the narrative.

Then there were the Ferrari fans—louder than ever, celebrating their 1-2 finish as if that somehow proved Lewis wouldn’t be good enough for a seat anymore.

One of the older reporters made some comment about “when it’s time to hang up the helmet,” and I had to physically restrain myself from whipping around to confront him. It was all I could do honestly to keep a straight face through my interviews, nodding politely, smiling like I didn’t want to snap back at every smug comment.

By the time I wrapped up for the day, I had enough frustration boiling under the surface to fuel a dozen Instagram stories. But I kept it to one. Just enough to remind people who they were talking about.

And as I walked into Lewis’s hotel suite, the laughter hit me before anything else in the hall. I could hear the guys in the living area, probably already half a bottle deep into their pre-party drinks.

I took a second to breathe, let the tension roll off my shoulders. I didn’t need to bring that frustration in here.

When I finally stepped inside, I saw Miles perched on the arm of a chair, waving a drink around as he gestured wildly in conversation with the others. He caught sight of me the moment I entered, and that mischievous grin immediately spread across his face.

“Look who finally showed up!” he called, dramatically waving his arms as if I’d been missing for hours. “Your man’s honor here needs some more defending. That Instagram story? Had me weirded out.”

I rolled my eyes, but the corner of my mouth twitched up in a grin. “Just correcting a few people.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?” He laughed, standing up to give me a little side hug as I tossed my jacket onto the nearest chair. “I could’ve sworn you were about to hunt some of these journalists down in that paddock. Had me thinking you were ready to throw hands.”

“Who says I wasn’t?” I teased, shaking my head as I stepped further into the room.

Miles’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “Everyone hear that? She doesn’t play about her man.”

The room erupted into playful “ooohs” and knowing glances, but I barely paid them any mind. I was too focused on Lewis, who had been standing by the window, adjusting his watch.

He glanced up, catching my eye, and I could tell by the way his mouth twitched that he was holding back a smile. He shook his head, clearly amused.

“You really don’t have to do that” he said, his voice calm, but there was a warmth in there. “I’m used to that bs.”

Of course he was. Lewis was the king of shrugging off comments that would crush lesser men.

But me? I wasn’t about to let people drag his name without at least saying something.

I tilted my head, my arms crossing in front of me. “I’mma keep doing it” I said, shrugging like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Before anyone could chime in with another quip, I gave the room a little wave. “Alright, I’m going to get ready. Try not to burn the place down in the meanwhile.”

As I headed for the bedroom, I could still hear Miles behind me. “If I were you Lewis, I’d be feeling pretty damn lucky. You’ve got yourself a personal bodyguard.”

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help but chuckle under my breath. Miles’s brand of teasing always hit just the right note. And I wasn’t mad about it. Hell, it felt good to have someone see how much I cared, even if they were poking fun at me for it.

Once in the bedroom, I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, letting the quiet wrap around me. The adrenaline from earlier was starting to fade, and I could feel the edges of fatigue creeping in

I had just unzipped my jeans when I heard the door creak open behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. I could feel his presence fill the room before he even spoke.

Lewis stepped in, closing the door softly behind him, and I caught his reflection in the mirror as he approached. His eyes were on me, intense as ever, no matter how many times I’d seen them.

I started to turn around, but before I could, his hands found my waist, pulling me gently but firmly against him. His breath was warm against my neck, and his lips brushed the skin there.

“Protectiveness looks good on you” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that I felt more than heard.

I tilted my head, catching his eyes in the mirror, a soft smile tugging at my lips. “Someone’s got to keep those idiots in line” I teased, my voice light despite the tension in the air between us.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin. “And that someone has to be you?”

I turned in his arms, resting my hands against his chest, my fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. “Duh” I said, my tone soft but teasing. “You’ve got enough to deal with that thing you call a car. Let me handle these poor excuses of journalists.”

His eyes softened, and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You don’t have to fight these battles for me, you know. That is also your workplace.”

I sighed, leaning into him slightly, my head resting against his shoulder. “I want to” I admitted. “I’m not going to sit back and let people talk. Not when it comes to you.”

He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up, making me meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, but there was a warmth in them that made my heart melt a little. “They’re lucky you’re not exclusive to f1”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking up at him. “Oh, I know. But you are lucky I’m around enough to set people straight.”

He laughed then; a deep, genuine laugh that made me smile in return. “Lucky, huh?”

“Very” I said, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his jaw. “Now, are you going to let me finish getting ready, or are you planning to keep me here?”

He smirked, his hands still resting on my waist. “Now that you mention it…”

I gave him a playful shove, rolling my eyes. “Out. You’re distracting me.”

He stepped back, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright. I’ll go. But don’t take too long, okay?”

“I’ll be out in fifteen, just need a shower.” I promised, watching him as he backed toward the door, still grinning at me like he had some secret he wasn’t telling me.

Just before he slipped out of the room, he paused, glancing back at me over his shoulder. “For the record” he said, his voice soft but serious, “I appreciate what you did today.”

I met his eyes, my heart swelling just a little at the sincerity in his voice. And just as Lewis lingered there in the doorway, Miles’s voice carried through the suite, loud and as ever.

“Hey, Lewis! Let her go get ready, man. She’s not running away, you know?”

I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face as Lewis rolled his eyes. He gave a little shake of his head before turning back to me, his hand still resting on the doorframe.

“You’re not going anywhere, are you?” he said, his voice playful.

I stepped closer, smirking up at him. “Surely not if you keep stalling me.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss my lips. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you go... for now.”

I laughed softly, giving him a gentle nudge. “Good idea.”

Lewis flashed me one last grin as he finally stepped back. As he disappeared down the hall, Miles’s voice echoed again, this time with a laugh. “See? Told you, she’s not going anywhere.”

I smiled to myself, shaking my head as I went back to finish getting ready, my heart feeling lighter than it had all day.

No matter what anyone said, I knew exactly who I was. And so did he.

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[royal-confessions]

“I never understood why meghan was accusing british people and catherine of not being huggers in their documentary, when theres countless pics of her hugging brits at her first ever walkabouts, not to mention hundreds of photos years before of catherine and other family members hugging the public. Was she counting on people having short term memory loss?” - Submitted by Anonymous

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Royal Meeting

quinn hughes x royal!reader

note: I love them!!!

word count: 1.8 k

This tour was a year in the making, the Princess of Cambridge touring Canada with her father now ruling. Y/n was named the people’s princess after Diana, the people of England saw a lot of her mother in her. So with her father being someone the public doesn’t have the best view of, it was her job to possibly help restore that.

Starting on the east coast and heading west, the princess was on her second to last stop, Vancouver, before she would be heading over the province's capital. Going to a hockey game with Harry and Meghan was not in the original plan, but the woman was never one to follow plans set out for her. But she could also never pass up spending time with her older brother and Meghan.

Stepping out of the car the woman waves to the people waiting outside, grabbing flowers and giving out hugs; even if she wasn’t supposed to.

She was told by her assistant that Harry and Meghan would meet her in the dressing room halls. Not that she needed to know that given she would just be following her security.

“Meghan!” Seeing her sister-in-law she passes the two security men in front of her, bringing the other woman into a large hug. “Hello, Y/n! So good to see you it’s been to

long!” “I know! I miss my little niece and nephew! Oh- Harry you’re here too, hello.” The brother and sister both exchange a chuckle, bringing each other into a hug.

The three half-watched warm-ups in the lounge, mostly catching up. But they had to stay down there to wait for puck drop.

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After getting announced, Harry and Y/n walked out side by side. Looking around at the teams, the girl notices the handsome faces, though one in particular stood out among the rest. On the Canucks the man with the ‘C’ on his jersey, with the most beautiful swept back hair, and facial hair. Y/n loved facial hair, believing it would make any man instantly more attractive. His eyes were dark in the lighting of the area, but she was sure there was more to them up close.

And that she was right, being as he was the captain he would take the ceremonial face off, meaning Y/n could get a closer look at his features. 

“Hello.” He said, shaking her hand then doing the same to her brother. His american accent was adorable, and his voice was such a pleasant sound, one she could fall asleep to. She was so entranced with him, she didn’t even say hello back, he probably thought she was rude. In her mind she was patting herself on the back for such a good first impression. 

She zoned out, only getting snapped back into reality when the cameras flashed, waiting for a moment her brother never dropped the puck. It made her laugh, thankful she wasn’t the only one making a lousy impression. Whispering to her brother she said, “H, you have to drop the puck.”

Everyone let out a small chuckle, it was all in good fun. 

-

Throughout the game she couldn’t help but have her eyes be drawn to the Canucks captain, who she now learned was named Quinn. It was a name that suited him, she felt that he gave off the same energy as the letter ‘Q’ if that makes sense. 

Quinn got a goal and an assist, both of which the woman stood up and clapped for. She couldn’t help herself, and she was sure Meghan noticed. During the time Harry went to the washroom, Meghan leaned over and whispered, “He’s cute. Number 43?” “Oh piss off.”

-

After the game, and after saying bye to Harry and Meghan, Y/n decided to do something she never thought she would ever do. 

She waited outside the home team’s dressing room. Why? She had no clue. How was she going to start a conversation? She had no clue. And with her security around her at all times, it made it a lot worse, because she had an audience.

And before she could over think, the man of her hour came out, “Hi, you’re Quinn Hughes, right? The captain?” 

He looked a little shocked that she was talking to him, making eye contact with both her security guards before her as if to say ‘you guys believe this?’ but nonetheless he nods, not having the ability to talk in the presence of her, and her beauty, and the way her confidence was almost seeable in the air. “You played amazing, I mean from what I know about hockey.” She lets out a small breath of air out of her nose in a half-laugh. 

“Oh- Thank you.” He knows that to carry on a conversation you should maybe say something back to provoke more words, yet in his state of being at the moment he wasn’t quite sure he could do that.

“I was actually wondering..” taking a deep breath, she prepares for the worst. The ‘I have a girlfriend’ or the ‘I have plans’ “If you were busy tonight? I know we haven’t even met yet, but I don’t really do this.” she gestures to the general area, and seeing a slight bit of confusion on the man’s face she alaperates, “I mean like- my family has always set up dates for me, I’ve never done this, so I don’t know how to do this. And now I have over-explained and over-shared so now you’ll really say no.”

Unbeknownst to her, the man found her ‘over-explaining’ and ‘over-sharing’ endearing. Her flustered state as she asks him out, the rosyness on her cheeks and her large smile while she talks. Were all things he hadn’t seen until now, and he loved every new thing he discovered about her. 

“I’m not busy tonight… We could go to this restaurant I know, or if you don’t want to be in public I understand and we could just go to my place? I don’t have roommates.” 

He was so adorably awkward while speaking and he was understanding and kind, every man her family had set her up with had never been this understanding of her status, they had always either used it to their advantage, or were jealous of it. But not Quinn. In the couple minutes they talked, she felt in her gut that he had honourable morals.

With a smile spreading on the girl’s face she replies, “I would love to go to your place.” At her words a matching grin is growing on Quinn’s face, placing his hand on her back as he leads her out to his car. 

-

The two were settled on Quinn’s couch, some american movie on in the background while they spoke. Learning more and more about each other. In the safety of his flat, and her security outside Y/n felt free to be herself.

“I have two younger brothers-” “ I have two older brothers! Continue, what do they do? Hockey?” “Yeah, they both play on the New Jersey Devils.” “It must be hard seeing them get to play together while you’re not.” “It does sting sometimes, during summer when they’ll tell their stories of living together without mom as a mediator. But I mean, they’re my little brothers and I couldn’t be more happy for them and I have my friends here. So it’s not all bad.” 

Subconsciously, the man's arm fell from resting on the back of the couch to now rest on the girl’s shoulder, urging her to curl into his body more. “Are you close to your mom?” “We don’t have to talk about my mom.” Quinn might know much about Y/n’s family, but he knew that she never knew her mother, Princess Diana. 

“It doesn’t bother me. Talking about my mom if that’s what you're worried about.” “I assumed it would be a not first date appropriate conversation.” “Right. No trauma on the first date, rule 101.” The two broke into laughs, probably caused by the wine they were drinking. Y/n decided to divulge into lighter conversation, “Now. This question is very important to me.” The woman adjusted her sitting position to now sitting on the couch facing Quinn, his hand now rubbing up and down on her upper arm, “Are you a dog or a cat person?”

Letting out a breath of relief Quinn says, “Thank god, I thought it would be a question about tea.” “What, just because I’m British my life must revolve around tea?” “So you wouldn’t be offended when I tell you I don’t like tea?” “You don’t like tea?!” Quinn laughs at her over-exaggeration, “I should have known better, you are American.” “Hey!” “Dogs or cats?” Y/n stubbles out between giggles at the sight of Quinn’s face.

“If I get this wrong, is the date off?” “Well, that in combination with not liking tea..” “I’m a dog person.” “Correct!”

-

Later in the night the two were still on Quinn’s couch, now actually watching what was playing on the TV. No longer shy about their cuddling, Quinn was lying on his back with Y/n between his legs on top of the man. His hands playing with hers, lacing their fingers together and swaying them back and forth.

All night Y/n couldn’t help but think about the fact that this never felt like a first date. Well it did in the way of getting to know each other but they never had that awkward first date silence. It felt as if they had been friends long before now. 

They talked about Quinn first moving to Vancouver and how he loves it here now. Y/n also mentioning how she loves Vancouver. It felt as if both were tiptoeing around the subject Quinn living in Vancouver and Y/n in England. She would love to move to Vancouver, in the future. The woman had always wanted to live in another country and Canada always seemed like a good choice. But of course she wouldn’t be telling Quinn this, it was in fact a first date.

“I’m headed to Victoria tomorrow afternoon. But I’ll only be there for three days, then the tours over and I head back home.” She could see the hope leave Quinn’s eyes, so quickly she cleared up what she was getting at, “But, I don’t have to. I could come back here.” At her words Quinn beams, excited at the idea of seeing her again so soon.

“The 24th I’ll be in Seattle.” “Then I’ll fly to Seattle, watch you play again.” “I would love that, princess.” 

No one had ever called Y/n ‘princess’ as a pet name, only at events or being introduced to someone. And never did she think she would love being called princess this much. She thought if anything it would weird her out if someone ever did. But when it came from Quinn’s mouth, from his beautiful lips, and deep voice. She would love anything he called her.

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

The clapback continues…

“I’m not a mean bully! I’m a warm, loving, supportive friend!”

Also, Liz Jones thinks Anna Wintour should take Meghan under her wing and advise her on fashion…as if! But this line is a gem:

Meghan is like a cornered cat, out in the rain, showing her claws. This Carolina Herrera frock is not, as some deluded fans say, a 'revenge dress'. It clearly states: 'Not just my hair is a mess. My life is, too...'

[darknutmeg]

Li Lun, dear, you have to move on. You have to let it go. You lost your friend and you're lonely and filled with resentment, but possessing a child - and trying to turn Zhuo Yichen against his friends - is not the way to deal with your problems. Don't make everyone else miserable just because you're miserable.

It's okay to let go.

[theiconicmeghanmarkle]

"Meghan, clad in an ivory Ralph Lauren tank and long trousers with a diamond necklace around her neck, greeted people with kisses to both cheeks, while Harry turned handshakes into back-slapping hugs."

"Now Meghan has a new haven, just down the mountain from her Montecito home: Godmothers, the latest shop to open in this picturesque pocket of Santa Barbara County."

"Meghan was in the mix, as was Prince Harry. Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi made the rounds, as did Netflix co-CEO Ted Sarandos and his wife, Nicole Avant, former U.S. ambassador to the Bahamas."

Meghan embracing Oprah at the friends and family party for Godmothers

"The duke’s memoir features prominently on the store’s “Our Local Authors” display, another standard bookstore feature that gets a glow-up here. Meghan’s children’s book, The Bench, is part of the assortment, along with titles from Winfrey, Degeneres, Rob Lowe, Cameron Diaz and more."

[flemingology]

doubts ─ jessie fleming x reader

in which: jessie bubbles over after a particularly bad game

warnings: bit suggestive near the end

wc: 1.6K

a/n: hello!! first post from an eternal lurker, very nervous (but also excited) to post this, let's hope this goes well! :D

You watched on from the stands as another one of Jessie's attempted through balls rolled out of play, the clock mercilessly ticking away leaving the Thorns with very little time to get an equalizer in this game.

The rain was pouring down here in Portland tonight and it had not been her evening - to say the least. Between the missed penalty kick early on, a yellow card for dissent and one misplaced pass after the other, you knew your girlfriend would be disappointed herself for the performance she put on tonight - and so was her coach.

The substitution board being held up by the linesman, showing a bright red number 21, almost felt like mockery to Jessie. She trudged down the pitch and didn't even bother high-fiving Meghan, who was coming on for her. She shrugged off the coat that was given to her and flopped down on the bench, curling into herself for the rest of the game.

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Almost an hour had passed since the final whistle, the game finishing as a 0-2 defeat for the Thorns, when Jessie emerged from the changing room, joined by some teammates, and made her way into the family box. You watched as your Canadian said hello's to parents and partners from others, until she finally reached your table. She hugged her mum and dad, kissed her sister on the forehead and then plopped down in the seat next to you, finding solace in laying her head on your shoulder.

"I'm proud of y-", you started and heard your girlfriend sigh.

"Don't give me this talk now, baby, please. I'd just like to go home.", she whispered the final bit of the sentence as she looked at you with watery eyes.

You nodded, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead as you stood up together. You bid your goodbyes to your girlfriend's family, reassuring her mum that you didn't forget about the family dinner next Friday.

The walk to her car was silent. It was clear that Jessie needed some time to herself and her thoughts, which is why you didn't push it when she insisted on driving, even when you countered that she should be resting a bit in the car - considering how late it was and how she had just played 80 minutes of grueling football in the rain.

The short drive home was as quick as you hoped it would be, most of the Portland traffic avoided as it was now well past 10pm at night. Jessie reversed the car into your usual parking spot in your building's carpark - a simple maneuver that would get you hot on a different day - resting her head against the headrest once she had turned off the engine.

You tried your luck, shifting in your seat and placing a hand over hers that was still holding the gear stick. Jessie let out an audible sigh of relief, happy to be back home with you, able to release some of the tension that she had been feeling ever since being subbed off the pitch earlier that evening. You brought her hand up to cup her cheek, to which she leant her face against the warmth of your palm.

"Let's get you inside, hmm? You go take a hot shower, I'll take care of dinner."

Jessie had showered back in the stadium, but she liked taking a second shower in the comforts of her own home, not rushed out by a line of teammates that were waiting their turn to get a shower in. She nodded silently, pressing a sweet kiss against the palm of your hand before getting out of the car and entering your shared home.

While Jessie trudged upstairs, you quickly called this Chinese restaurant in town you two had been wanting to try out, ordering a quick take-away, a small gesture you knew your girlfriend would appreciate.

You exhaled slowly before getting up from the bar stool you had momentarily rested on, making your way over to the living room. You grabbed two fluffy blankets from the pile in the corner of the room, a heated pillow and threw them on the couch. You lit some candles, turned on some mood lights around the place, turned off the big light and plopped down on the couch waiting for your girlfriend to return from her shower.

Some doom-scrolling on Tiktok and a few minutes of dozing off later, your girlfriend emerged from the bathroom with a towel, drying the final parts of her hair before throwing it in the dirty laundry basket. She was wearing an old Canada hoodie, a pair of your sweatpants and fluffy socks, a homely sight you would never get tired of seeing.

She laid down next to you on the couch and took in your cozy living room, smiling appreciatively at you before snuggling her face into the crook of your neck. You sensed that she felt better, but there was still tension hanging in the air around you two.

"You wanna talk about anything, m'love?", you tried to initiate some conversation between Jessie and you.

She hummed against your neck, a sign you knew all too well, so you decided to push a little bit.

"I'm here, you know. I don't know what's going on in that pretty mind of yours, but I can tell there's something on it."

She slowly retreated her head from the crook of your neck and looked up at you, before shifting around on the couch and laying her head in your lap, mindlessly playing with the strings of your hoodie as she seemed to be contemplating what to say.

"I don't know, it's all a bit much at the moment", you hum, acknowledging what she said but giving her the space to say more if she wanted to.

"The move, the new environment, making new friends, not playing at my best...", she started tying a knot in the strings of your hoodie, which you let her. "It's a lot, and sometimes I question whether I can keep this up."

You frowned, not expecting her to say that. You opened your mouth to reply, but she cut you off.

"I didn't mean for that to sound so deterministic. I think." Jessie takes a deep breath. "I love football, I love the city and I love my new team, but I need time to settle in. Which, sometimes, it feels like I'm not being given."

You card your fingers through her still damp curls, a gesture that you know calms her. She gives you a weak smile. "People expect me to perform immediately, to hit the ground running. But it seems to be forgotten that I've just been transferred from a place where I didn't have consistent football, to a new team where I'm expected to play full 90's week in, week out - it's a big difference."

She exhales slowly, and shifts restlessly in your lap, as she has been doing this whole time while speaking to you. "I think what I'm trying to say is that I need a little break. Some time to settle down, to find my feet again. But I don't know how to go about that with the coach."

You nod, and look at your girlfriend with loving eyes. "I'm proud of you, Jess. I know how much you love the game and I know how much it's taking out of you now to admit that you need some time away from it for a while." You wipe away a stray tear that was making it's way down her cheek with the pad of your thumb.

And that's okay, for the record. More than okay. You're human too, baby. As much as you sometimes think you need to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, it's okay to take a step back."

You and Jessie continue your conversation for a little while, discussing how she wants to discuss the news with the coach and the rest of the team before settling down together on the couch, her back pressed against your front. You turned on some crappy reality show, more indulged in one another than what was happening on the flatscreen mounted on the wall.

You started tracing soft patterns on your girlfriend's lower back, a sliver of skin exposed as her shirt had ridden up from all the tossing and turning she did earlier, while trying to get comfortable. You heard a low hum coming from the Canadian, a showing of appreciation for the small gesture.

One thing led to another, as you pressed small, tender open-mouthed kisses to Jessie's neck to which she eagerly leaned her head back, giving you more room to work with. Jessie wiggled her hips back into you, knowing what she was doing as she heard a little gasp escape your lips.

Your girlfriend's hand started wandering behind her, softly massaging the calf of the leg that you had wrapped around her. You slipped one of your hands to her front, sneaking under her shirt and starting to massage one of her boobs, as you both got shaken up by the doorbell.

It took you a moment to put the pieces together, but couldn't help but laugh at Jessie's puzzled expression when you got up from the couch, and moments later returned with the Chinese take-away you had ordered while Jessie was in the bathroom.

"Sorry, baby - you'll have to wait. We've got something else to eat first."

[celticcrossanon]

Hello Celta, I hope you are well. Fascinating cards re Harold and Meghan. I can see him firing blanks and that she would produce faulty eggs.

I recall reading sometime ago that either her grandparents or great grandparents were closely related, uncomfortably so. It does explain some of her physical characteristics and perhaps mental state.

Given that the cards are adamant that H is not the father. I began to wonder at his parentage. He does resemble James Hewitt and the Pembroke chap.

My question: Is he Charles’s son?

If he discovered that he was not Charles’s natural son, it would explain his vengeful act in introducing extraneous genetic material into the Windsor bloodline. He could possibly destroy the bloodline if anything untoward were to happen. Perhaps that’s the hold he has over Charles?

Would be curious to know. Thank you and big hug!

Hi Random-Thoughts-And-Jottings,

I did do an ask on this some years ago and the man that came up in the answer could have been King Charles, so at the time I took it as King Charles. I can ask again and see if I get a more definite answer.

Personally, I don't think Harry has the intelligence to perform an act of vengeance like that. For me, if he has interfered in the line of succession, it would be because of a reason like 'I wanted the benefits of having kids (have them to increase my status, get a bigger house etc)' - something that is of direct and obvious benefit to him, right then and there. I don't think he has the subtlety for anything else.

Big hugs back to you! :)

[thatssosussex]

Day 6 of the Invictus Games 2023 (9/15/23). The Duchess of Sussex attend the Time Trial & Criterium Cycling event, the cycling medal ceremony, the archery event, and the Activation drop-in at the Invictus Village. The Queen of hugs. 🤗🥰🥹