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pygmi-cygni · 1 month ago

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hands and knees begging for fluff of any of the trio (king john, blue jones, nathan bateman) (i have a brainworm for john)

just throw aside medieval standards okay

you two are lifelong friends from different kingdoms, but your fathers are friendly and decide to wed the both of you to get married for stability of the kingdoms. both of your childhoods were spent primarily in the woods. so rugged, less than quaint dresses for you and mud and smeared, muddy faces. so john sees you for the first time all dolled up and his response and SLOW DANCING IN A CLEARING IN THE WOODS TO BIRDSONG IM GONNA DIE ‼️‼️‼️

anyways no pressure at all 🫶 just wanted to dump some thoughts

yes ma'am reporting for duty (i love fluff for any of those three, my masterlist is basically just nathan bateman fluff atp)

I'll go with the prompt u gave me because it was so lovely.

cw: fluff, feelings, fem reader, blasphemy of medieval standards because Jupiter gave me permission, minor miscommunication because i literally cannot do anything the easy way, pining, this is a little different than your prompt but i hope it still works alright for you

Four sets of stone stairs were a beast at seven in the morning. Your calves had just woken up and the climb did not look appealing. But, there was a chamber meeting which meant the princeling had to be up early.

Or, earlier, because he already woke up half past everyone else. You'd found in your years of serving the royal family that an extra twenty minutes fended off his tantrums for at least an hour.

You heaved open the heavy lock to John's room and made your way briskly to his chambers. The curtains were drawn already, but the streaming shafts of sunlight didn't rouse the head of curls slumped under silk sheets. He was snoring steadily, tucked warmly underneath his blankets. You felt sad to wake him - the quiet was a nice change.

But all things come to an end.

As politely as you could, you pulled a bell from your skirt and leaned close to his ear.

And shook it till the ringing peals made your ears bleed.

John was up, head rearing like a horse's out of a river, eyes still half closed and crusted with sleep. He had drool dried on his cheek, and his uncoordinated limbs swatted at the noise. You grinned and tucked the bell away, turning to give him privacy.

"Good Morning, your Grace," you said smoothly, listening to his grumbling with glee. John muttered something crude and shoved off his coverings.

As always, he slept nude, and your eyes remained fixed on the garden outside. Cook was gathering tomatoes with the scullery maid, the swollen red fruit shining in the dew.

You heard shuffling, then a pause.

"Why're you in here?"

His tone was curdled and you turned, eyebrow raised. You knew why, of course, but the game was too fun to let up so soon.

"Pardon, your Grace? Were you expecting someone?" You fluttered your lashes innocently, drinking in his disgruntled scowl. His pants were half laced and his shirt hung off one shoulder.

"...No."

You resisted the urge to stick out your tongue and returned to observing the garden.

You'd grown up with John, more or less. You, a servant, him...well, him. Sort of friends, the way children are before they know of things like 'rules' and 'expectations.' Then, you blossomed into the age where girls and boys didn't mix, and certainly not the Prince and his maid.

But, mornings were always a treat.

Although recently, his morning 'treat' was Winnie, the willowy girl from Scottsdale who liked to wake him. Headmistress noticed and well, now you were here.

And John would never touch you.

A grumble told you he was dressed. You sighed, throwing open the doors to the hall.

Then paused, getting a full look at your ward.

"John."

His eyebrow sprang to his hairline, about to mock you for forgetting his title. But it was nothing compared to the mocking you would give him for wearing his shirt inside out, backwards, and absolutely filthy on the collar.

You checked the hall a dozen times for listening ears, then burst into a laugh. John watched you for a minute, then wiped the sleep from his eyes and swore, fumbling back into his bedroom. You supported yourself weakly on the oak doors, snickering into your apron. He appeared a moment later, cheeks pink and dressed in a clean, right-ways-round linen shirt.

"Waistcoat," you added, clearing your throat. His jaw ticked and ducked back in.

Finally dressed and in better spirits, you walked just in front of him, pleasant mask back in place. John's eyes would flicker to you occasionally, but you refused him, maintaining your professionalism.

It had been a while since you'd had fun. You missed it.

"You missed breakfast," you whispered when you'd made it to the break outside. John frowned, but you handed him a package from your skirt. "I saved you a tart."

John grunted a thank you and wolfed it down, chewing noisily in the quiet morning air. You stifled a smirk. Just like old days; spilling crumbs down his front and icing on his nose.

It hurt a little bit, but you got over it. He was still John from the big house with sticks in his hair, just a little bigger and his curls dirt-free. Although, an hour from now that might not be the case.

"The stables, Your Grace," you murmured, bowing stiffly and taking your leave. John paused, eyes at your back the rest of the way up the hill. He nodded to you at the top, disappearing into the rows of horses. He was hunting today, returning at noon to dress.

Alas, your day wasn't so easy - prepping for a ball meant your feet would be aching long into the night

The steaming bustle of the kitchen smacked you in the face. Spices, steam, and bellowing cooks swept you into the rush of daily routine. A half-heard direction was shouted into your ear, a basket of napkins thumped into your arms, and you were off. You moved like a marionette, waiting for someone to pull your strings in a new direction.

Your ears rang from banging pots and clattering spoons. The soles of your feet felt aflame, blisters aching in your worn-out shoes. Tiredness tugged at your bones and it was only noon. Sometimes you marveled at your ability not to fall down dead in the middle of polishing silver.

However hard your job in the kitchens may be, it was nowhere near Fred's. He balanced tediously on a ladder, dusting each individual crystal on the seven massive chandeliers in the room.

That job would kill you. Literally. The oldest maid had been crushed under one of those crystal monstrosities a few months ago.

You hung your apron on a hook and sighed, closing your eyes against the din. The sideboards were cool against your forehead as you allowed yourself a moment of peace.

"Ay," a gruff voice came from behind. "Get upstairs, yer needed for the dressing."

Yay.

You dusted off your hands and hustled up the four flights for the eight thousandth time that day, breathing heavily as you reached the top. God those steps sucked.

"I know you hate this but if you could please just hold still-"

"It hurts," he groused, twitching as you raked almond oil through his hair. Huffing, you grabbed his jaw and forced his neck still, bringing the comb back up to his scalp.

Huh. He was suddenly pliant, holding his chin up and patiently letting you finish. Just needed a bit of manhandling apparently. John had lovely hair. Thick, silky, dark, always tousled but still looked perfect. His facial hair, on the other hand, would need some TLC.

"Okay, now you really need to hold still."

The razor scratched pleasantly along his sharp jawline, and you swallowed down a curious feeling in your chest. You'd always found him attractive, just not so...close. The suds were technically ladies' soap, lavender, but he needed a bit of perfume. To hide all that dirty horse man smell.

Groomed as nicely as he'd ever been, John sat primly while you fished out his clothes.

"Did Her Highness want you in red or green?" You called from the armoire.

He sighed, and you heard the undeniable sound of him ruffling up his hair.

"I want to wear gold," he protested. "It complements my complexion."

"I don't care what you want," you mumbled, deciding on the red, "your mother is the one who'll be yanking my hair, not you."

"I could, if you'd like."

His voice was right in your ear and you jumped, face the same shade as his velvet overcoat. You floundered, unsure if his Cheshire grin was seductive or not. That gleam in his eye was humorous, but...this dresser was getting way too small, way too fast. You scurried around him, almost like he'd burned you.

John puffed out his chest but frowned when he saw the outfit.

"That one itches."

"I don't care, put it on."

"Do it for me."

Your eyes narrowed. "Aw, need someone to do your laces? No, Jonathan."

"That's no way to talk to a royal," he sniffed, eyebrow cocked. You schooled your face into neutrality, eyes burning. He was getting way too much enjoyment out of this.

"I'll be outside, Your Grace, if you need anything," you said with saccharine kindness, whirling out of his chambers before he could retort.

If it were anybody else, you'd be hung. But John had that way about him that made your tongue a little looser and your cheeks a little warmer. Besides, nobody else would put up with his antics. The amount of times you'd saved him from his mother's wrath? Uncountable.

You rocked on your heels, waiting for him to dress. There was still quite a lot to do, include get yourself ready. It was a themed ball, and therefore even the servants had to be in costume. You were looking forward to that - a new, pretty gown to wear, even if just for the night.

God, maybe he did need help with his laces.

Just when you were about to ensure he hadn't accidentally hung himself, John shuffled out of his bedchambers, shirt undone and a cross look on his face.

"It won't do it right," he huffed.

You averted your eyes from the planes of his chest. "I'll...here, just, um...yeah..."

Hands shaking, you deftly tied his shirt, shivering every time your fingers touched his skin. When he didn't try anything, you calmed, silver tongue back on display.

"You know, Winnie's corset isn't too different...surprised you aren't more practiced."

He wasn't even ashamed, just winked and flexed his hands. "Hm, that reminds me-"

"You just bathed," you said sternly, glaring up at him. His gaze was merry and you couldn't help a small smile.

"Ha, look, the old hag laughs-"

"I'm not old, and I wasn't laughing-"

When you reached his naval, you swore you saw his muscles bunch. Impressively.

"Are you flexing?"

"Are you looking?"

You poked his side and he yipped, shoving away. "Out, minstrel, or I'll have you hanged," he snapped jovially.

Rolling your eyes, you gathered your skirts and swept out of his room, cheeks tingling. Another woman was already outside, and you dropped the expression quickly. A stony chill sat in your bones, mask back in place.

Close one.

Silk rippled between your fingers. Your chest burned, reminding you to breathe.

"Mistress wants it back by the end of the night, so don't get any ideas," the matron barked, but you only had eyes for the dress.

It was the nicest thing you'd ever owned. White silk, trimmed in grey cord. A red sash to hold your keys and a carnation for your hair. Long sleeves and a pouf in the back. Yes, it had a ribbon to show you were the staff, but for a moment you could pretend.

Giddily, you and the other girls dressed, combing soaps through your hair and plaiting your tresses, each girl working on another's. you had no nice shoes, only your scuffed boots, but you did not care.

The silk was like butter over your shoulders.

Biting back a grin, you filed out after the rest of the staff, for the first time excited to be serving.

The castle was exploding with people, the dining hall and ballroom sweltering from the combination of overworked kitchens and crowds of partygoers. The smell of glazed ham and mead was strong, mixed not unpleasantly with perfumes from the ladies. You ducked and dodged, eyes respectfully aimed at the floor, taking cloaks and hoods to the mudrooms.

The coatrooms were piled with cloaks and you handed another armful to the weary footman, shooting him an apologetic smile.

A crash and you frowned, hoping another crystal set hadn't been ruined.

Why did all of the young men have to be so clumsy?

At least John fit in.

You didn't look for him in the crowd, and your face didn't perk up every time you got a glimpse of red velvet. That would be improper, see.

A maid bustled by with a trayful of tankards. Your mouth soured - there were plenty of handsy dukes walking around, and alcohol was not the answer to that equation. Maybe you could stick to the women's side of the table.

Most everybody had migrated towards the food, giving you a moment of reprieve in the back rooms. God, that was enough people for a lifetime.

A curious sound came from the room to your right. You nudged open the door and shit, that's definitely occupied- decided to leave the guests to their activities.

Oh well, another set of sheets to wash. You grimaced, shuddering at the thought. Yech.

Four more hours.

You might dislike John when he's grumpy but it doesn't hold a candle to him when he's drunk. When the guests had been shooed out and your energy thoroughly drained, you still heard him carousing the halls with his mates, making a right mess of his robes and anything he touched.

Oh, what fun chores would be tomorrow.

Dead on your feet, you trudged upstairs to help him to bed. The stone walls swayed in front of you as you stifled a yawn. Now that the rowdiness of the evening had vanished, the castle felt starkly cold. You shivered, wishing for bed.

Not bothering to knock, you pushed open the door to John's chambers.

He was sprawled on his bed, singing loudly into his pillows, stopping every verse to descend into giggles.

....Oh, joy.

"Your Grace," you called wearily, resting your weight against the door, "please, it's time for bed."

Another giggle and his tousled curls sprang up, his lanky body following suit clumsily.

"Ahh, hello little birdy..." he stretched and leaned back, appraising you. "That's a nice dress, did you steal it?"

"No, John, I didn't-"

"Thief, we have a thief! Off with her-"

"Stop it," you hissed, flapping your hands, "you'll wake the dead. Come, give me your jacket."

He whistled, winking. "Undressing me already? We're not even married yet-"

"Or ever, so help me God. Watch your mouth."

John blinked, genuinely confused. "Bu' you're dressed in all that-" he gestured, then it dawned. He froze for a second, recalculating, then sniffed and tore off his coat.

"Begone then, I have no need for you."

"Careful," you hissed, catching the garment before it hit the floor. The stitches would be a pain to repair, and to add on to his growing mess...

You felt your affection for him waning by the minute. John whistled out of tune, spinning in a solo dance while you carefully set his clothes to be washed. Now, to get him fully undressed without tearing the cloth to hell.

Exhaustion burned as you watched his carrying on. You just wanted to go to bed. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"John," you sighed wearily, shoulders sloping in defeat. He ignored you, favoring to lean out the window and sing throatily along to the drunkards outside.

"Prince John," you said, bitterness in your voice. Contempt ran hot in your blood. Still, he carried on, shirtless and cooing like a two-penny whore.

"Your Grace."

The fire in your tone made him turn, eyes wide. You trembled with irritation, eyes burning red and close to tears. Your fist was brutal around his velvet jacket. It would be wrinkled, but it was a suitable substitute for the princeling's throat. The title was sour on your tongue, and you saw his voice die in his throat.

"For the love of all that is holy," you seethed, "get your damn clothes on and get. In. Bed."

He had the decency to look ashamed, but that spirit still smoldered underneath.

"A servant should never use such language," he mused, dramatically tugging a nightshirt over his head. You scowled, tired tears stinging your cheeks.

Angrily you hung his clothing, slamming the armoire doors. John, for once, made no comment as you stormed over, going through the motions with nothing but a dull glare.

He stayed silent when you grabbed his face and tugged a brush through his hair, or fluffed his pillows with an aggressive thwack. HIs mouth was shut during each swish of your broom on the floor, and he only flinched when the broom clattered against the wall. You were crying silently too, any charm of the night or of the stupid dress worn off in your exhaustion.

It was a stupid dress. Too small around your shoulders and hotter than the seven hells. You needed it off, and to go to bed, and for John to just stop being so John.

"Is there anything else you require, Your Grace," you heaved, standing at furious attention near the door.

John sat like a scolded child on his bedspread, face drawn and quieter than you'd ever seen him. Please dismiss me. Please go to sleep.

"Yes," he said simply, and you about wanted to die.

You swallowed a scream of frustration as he stood and walked over.

"A waltz, please. It calms me at night."

"It calms you at- John, stop playing, it's late-"

His hand rested on your shoulder. You froze midsentence, mouth half open in shock. John's eyes were bright from drink but steady and soft as he looked at you.

"Just one," he murmured, "that's all."

Your feet ached and your bones creaked with every step. But you hung your head and stepped closer, arms out in position.

John slid his hand to your waist, his left arm draping over your back. Frowning, you twisted away, unsure of his tactic. But his grip was strong, and soon you were pressed to his chest.

You entire body was on fire. This was not supposed to be happening. You'd be thrown out, he'd be chastised, your dress would be ruined, you'd have nowhere to-

"Step on my feet," he instructed.

"What?"

"Step on my feet. Take off your boots, they're filthy, and stand on my feet."

???????????

Timidly, you obeyed, your thin stockings cold on the stone floor. Surprisingly, it soothed your sore soles, and you relaxed slightly. John adjusted his grip on your shoulder and began to sway.

There was no music, but he stayed on beat, slowly rocking and spinning as if you were dancing along and not...whatever this is. Well, whatever this was had to be the nicest thing you'd felt all day. John's energy had warmed his skin to a comfortable heat, and the gentle rocking motion was coaxing you further to sleep.

He continued to step carefully, keeping his hold tight and his chin firmly on your head. A part of your frustration eased, making way for that familiar rush of affection.

The movements stilled, and you realized how tightly you were clutching his arms.

A few moments passed as you stood, dead on your feet. The candles were burnt to melted stubs in their holders, and night had been glowing for a while.

"Is that all, Your Grace?" You wormed out of his hold, lamenting the loss of his firm warmth.

John looked at you, eyes so downturned and distraught you nearly cried. His arms hovered around where you'd been.

"Tuck me in?" His tone was joking, but his soft brown eyes begged. You shifted on your feet. You'd already done the damage, your heart whispered, skin still tingling from his hold.

Nodding, you pulled back his quilts and pulled them tight over his broad shoulders, gently arranging the furs to cover his long legs. Your eyes didn't meet his while you fussed, but you felt his warm gaze on your cheeks.

His long fingers wrapped loosely around your wrist.

"The mess," he said simply, and you bit your lip. What a mess it was.

"Apologies," he finished. You nodded quickly, pressing a palm to your eyes. His thumb stroked your wrist as you wept quietly, mind breaking at the idea of so much work.

You felt a tug at your sleeve. Sniffling, you looked over. John's eyes roved your face.

"This is new."

"Your mother wanted it," you whispered hoarsely. The dress rippled. "It's too small."

His lips twitched. "Nice things usually are."

The quiet was soothing now. John brought your palm to his cheek, pressing your delicate fingers to his stubbly jaw. You stroked his face, smiling wider when he preened at the attention.

"Tell me a story?"

Snorting, you knelt to his level and recited a children's tale. John begged for stories as a child, anything to push off bedtime. Your mother told stories when you were children. Fitting of you to take her place. He enjoyed them still, it seemed, lips slipping into a peaceful pout as you talked quietly.

His hand made its way to your hair, gently working out the intricate braids. You resisted a groan at the sensation, eyes flickering shut as tension melted from your scalp.

"Why do ladies keep their hair up if it is such an ordeal to undo?" he mused, stroking your locks. You mumbled a response, too absorbed in the heavenly feeling.

"Keep talking, birdie," he said, fingers kneading your head. You stumbled through the ending, fighting to stay awake. John's warm smell softened your focus. A brutal yawn interrupted your telling, prompting a small chuckle.

Story finished, you rose, but were tugged back down.

"The prince demands you stay," he murmured, smiling softly.

AHHH SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AND LATE AND AUGH

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thatlaylachick · 1 month ago

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luke-hughes43 · 8 months ago

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General Things to Know | eden's world!

~just things to know and keep in the back our minds when reading each au~

Eden’s World

Eden and Cutter

Eden Nicole Hughes

from canton, michigan

born july 24, 2004

younger sister of quinn, jack, and luke

5’8

instagram is @_edenhughes_

starts dating cutter january 2, 2022

has cutter in her phone as cut🩶

plays soccer, wears number 6

plays forward

goes to the university of california, irvine

majors in criminal justice

best friends with danielle duke

keeps a tight circle

close with a few teammates bc she lives with 2 of them and is very close to cutter’s little sister isla

has a shitty relationship with jack, she goes no contact for her entire freshman year at uc irvine

gets into a fight with luke for like a month but they make up

her brothers call her tigger from winnie the pooh

helps isla go low/no contact with her family

cutter calls her angel, issues baby and my beautiful eden pretty often too

Cutter Gauthier

from scottsdale, arizona

born january 19, 2004

younger brother of kennedy and older brother to isla

6’3

instagram is @cuttergauthier_

starts dating eden january 2, 2022

has eden in his phone as angel🩶

plays hockey, wears number 19

plays forward

goes to boston college

majors in communications

best friends with rutger mcgroarty

has a good circle of guys from bc and the ntdp

very very very close to isla

eden often calls him cut or babe, will use superstar, handsome, and william sometimes

Dani and Will

Danielle “Dani” Catherine Duke

from strongsville, ohio

born july 19, 2004

younger sister of alyssa and dylan, twin sister of tyler

5’6

instagram is @danielleduke15

started dating will on march 23, 2024

has will in her phone as william smith🩷

plays lacrosse, wears number 15

plays forward

goes to boston college

majors in political science (pre-law)

best friends with eden hughes

very anti-social, black cat/grumpy energy

keeps very tight circle

only really likes eden, cutter, cutter’s sister isla, and will

is close with like one teammate who she lives with freshman year

very good relationship with all of her siblings

waits until after bc vs umich to tell her brothers about will

will usually calls her baby and dani, sometimes he uses superstar after a particularly good game or even danielle when he really means something

William “Will” Smith

from lexington, massachusetts

born march 17, 2005

younger brother of grace

6’0

instagram is @_willsmith2

started dating dani on march 23, 2024

has dani in his phone as dani duke🩷

plays hockey, normally wears number 2 but wears 6 at bc

plays forward

goes to boston college

majors in communications

best friends with gabe perreault and ryan leonard

very social, golden retriever/sunshine energy

talks to everyone everywhere

great relationship with grace who goes to bc

dani often calls him babe, also uses william in a very endearing way

Isla and Ryan

Isla Renee Gauthier

from scottsdale, arizona

born january 18, 2005

younger sister of kennedy and cutter

5’9

instagram is @isla.gauthier

stats dating ryan may 15, 2023

has ryan in her phone as ry leonard💜

plays hockey, wears number 18

goes to boston college

roommates and best friends with kelsey white

is wicked close with eden hughes and dani duke

very anti-social, black cat/grumpy energy

keeps very tight circle

only really likes eden, cutter, dani, will, ryan, gabe, and jacob

very very very private relationship with ryan

very little pda

but is very head over heels in love with ryan

ryan calls her sparky, pretty girl, and baby

loves being called pretty girl, makes her giddy

Ryan Leonard

from amherst, massachusetts

born january 21, 2005

has an older brother and older sister

6’0

instagram is @ryan.leno_4

stats dating isla may 15, 2023

has isla in his phone as sparky💜

plays hockey, wears number 9

is a forwards

goes to boston college

majors in communications

best friends with gabe perreault and will smith

very grumpy kind of person

very stoic in the face

very very very private relationship with isla

very little pda

head over heels for isla and lets isla lead everything in the relationship

isla often calls him babe or ry. sometimes handsome but usually just babe and ry.

Kelsey and Gabe

Kelsey Anne White

born june 30, 2005

from sandwich, massachusetts

only child.

5’6

starts dating gabe january 7, 2024

instagram is @kelseyyywhite

has gabe in her phone as gabe perreault🤍

runs track, is a sprinter

goes to boston college

majors in secondary education

roommates and best friends with isla gauthier

grows close with dani through isla

her and gabe are always touching

loves hugs

gabe is at every single home meet that he can be at

goes to all his games that he can

enjoys being around gabe’s friends

is really only friends with the track kids and isla bc she spends most of her time running or studying

gabe calls her baby, kels, and soleil (which is french for sunshine)

massive sucker for hugs and forehead kisses

steals gabe’s shirts all the time

Gabriel “Gabe” Perreault

born may 7, 2005

from hinsdale, illinois

has older brother and older sister

5’11

starts dating kelsey january 7, 2024

instagram is @gabeperreault44

has kelsey in his phone as kelsey white🤍

plays hockey, wears number 34

plays forward

goes to boston college

majors in communications

best friends with ryan leonard and will smith

very smiley person

always has a smile, especially when he’s with kelsey

is always at her home meets

she comes to all the games that she can

loves hugging her and giving her forehead kisses

kels calls him babe, sweet boy, and gabe. sometimes drops a gabriel when she’s having a rough day

loves to cuddle with her

Some other things to know:

these girls definitely have a group chat

i might come up with a cute nickname for the group chat but idk

they refer to eden has mom even though her and dani are the same age

dani, isla, and kelsey go everywhere that they can on campus but it's probably because their boyfriends are best friends

they obviously hang out with their teammates for team bonding but at the end of long days and in need of girls nights, they go to each other

#eden nicole hughes #cutter gauthier #danielle duke #will smith hockey #isla gauthier #ryan leonard #kelsey white #gabe perreault

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buttacake80 · 2 months ago

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adding in my 2 sense with the samantha situation bc i feel like everyone here talking about it has never been in a toxic codependant relationship. she's that typical white spoiled mean girl who has her public famous bf and her secret hookups. he's stupid and easily manipulated. how long do you see them lasting? and can we get your opinion? like i feel like you know how adult relationships work.

It's hard to say.

First, the divorce rate for first-time marriages in the US is 43%. That number changes based upon race & age. There's a higher divorce rate for 2nd and 3rd marriages.

Amongst athletes, that number jumps to 60% to 80%.

I suspect infidelity is one of the main reasons. I think some couples thrive when the husband is gone 6-8 months of the year, but once they are home on a permanent basis, they realize they aren't compatible. In other cases, I think there are pure financial reasons at play. I am even positive there are some spouses who left athletes in order to pursue their own career aspirations.

Regardless, that number is a lot higher than the average American household.

I don't know what the specific divorce rate is within the NHL. But, the league seems to be a lot more conservative when compared to the NFL, WNBA, NWSL, and NBA. I'd say MLB is only more conservative than the NHL. I am unsure about MLS.

Owners don't like messy players with messy personal lives. That's true across every pro league, but the NHL seems irrationally intolerant to individuality. And, it's likely to be a younger player who tests the boundaries of individuality.

I reckon a young immature millionaire whose frontal lobe hasn't fully formed (i.e. Matthews & the Scottsdale incident) is a threat to league conformity. Not simply a liability.

So, I bet there are folks in management advising these young players to seek stability in the form of a relationship. "Everything about your life is chaotic, so why don't you find a sweet girl to come home to?"

[Hell. Specifically within hockey, I suspect that there is a wee superstitious few who view getting married (or remaining unmarried) as necessary to winning the Cup.]

I don't think it's a requirement. Just a general expectation that they have a main girl who is suitable enough to attend team functions. Who won't air their business out when things go left. And who won't make a fuss if her beau sees another girl or two on the road. It's about maintaining appearances.

The average age for first-time marriage is between 28-30. So, there are young athletess who are legitimately in love and who think they have found their life partner (it's just unlikely that it is the case).

Furthermore, there are probably some players who really, really want children, so they settle for a woman who understands what she is getting into. It's a marriage of convenience. He gets kids. She gets his money. It works until it doesn't.

📣It only becomes an issue for me when innocent folks get tangled up in these understandings.📣

From the outside, it may seem like their relationship doesn't work. To us. But we aren't privy to the inner concessions they have made to exist in such a public relationship. As long as both parties have agreed that their relationship is open or has some other fluid aspect to it, then it's not my concern.

And, because folks do cheat, it's hard to know if one is in an actual open relationship or if they are operating on their own agenda.

Which is why I advised that other anon not to shit where she eats. It would suck to get caught up with the athlete in your building, only to find out you misunderstood the status of your relationship. Then you're stuck in your lease, trying to avoid the asshole who might pop up with another girl.

#ask auntie #nhl #ask me anything #nhl players #hockey #black girl magic #hockey gossip #wags

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the g wagon is most likely Megan’s she had a range rover before so it would be easy to upgrade. but you are right that auston does give her his cars to drive my friends saw her in yorkville in his lambo suv last season

one of her friends posted a story of Megan and she pulled up on Auston’s car back in Scottsdale. I think it was the engine revving or something and the caption was a mean girl reference to “get in loser we’re going shopping”

pretty sure it was deleted before it expired too.

#m. turner

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I just found your page but just want to mention some Booker tea. I hu with him earlier this year after being invited to his house party from a friend. I literally knew no one else there (which was his usual circle and lotsss of Scottsdale girls). He was super flirty with me the whole night and things eventually took off. He was huge and SUPER freaky lmao. We also made out which I’m now realizing is not common. He invited me over later that week but I didn’t go. Ever since then we’ve only texted a lil, not another hu. Just thought I’d share for the girls though

baby i’m gonna need more details about how he was in bed 😭 that’s crazy though i’m glad you enjoyed it

#devin booker

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andratirdea · 1 year ago

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same time next year?

#me mine #myupload #scorpio baby #foreign girls #scottsdale

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woah-were-halfway-there · 2 years ago

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Ahhhh Taylor Hill’s bachelorette Instagram posts! Could you make fake bachelorette posts for Carson with those? 🥺

Ok YES because this gives me something to do because I still don’t know which of there three poll winners to expand on first lmaoooo. Also ooof it’s been a while since I did some of these

carsonbailey

Scottsdale, Arizona

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carsonbailey 💍💒🔜

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austonmatthews 🥵

austonmatthews that’s (soon to be) my wife

→ nate_bailey99 Go home, you’re drunk

→ austonmatthews can I actually go home though I miss Mia

→ carsonbailey @austonmatthews same.

marner_93 Slay 💅🏼

~*~

lexie_hannah

Paradise

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lexie_hannah Mood because I’m about to be reunited with my favourite sisters in the desert to celebrate the queen in the middle before she gets MARRIED

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mya.bailey 💃🏻

carsonbailey So excited to see you babe

austonmatthews Quit trying to steal my girl

→ lexie_hannah She was mine first 🤺

~*~

stephlachancee

Scottsdale, Arizona

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stephlachancee The most important takeaway from this weekend is that Mia’s parents are getting married in less than a month #TonePutARingOnIt

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marner_93 Your caption wins

bunting27 Except there’s been an unfortunate lack of Mia content

sydneyemartin I feel like a proud mom

carsonbailey Ily and can’t wait to do this again for you

~*~

alexandriajmatthews *Instagram story*

Celebrating my future sister-in-law 🥹 @carsonbailey

~*~

mya.bailey *instagram story*

The face of a girl that just texted her fiancé asking if he can order chicken nuggets once we all get home @carsonbailey

~*~

marner_93

Scottsdale, Arizona

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marner_93 Only came to the desert to see my Meems and no other reason

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williamnylander you’re so real for this

frederikandersen31 Same honestly

austonmatthews Valid

fan_472 It’s Mia’s world, everyone else is just living in it

→ carsonbailey So true

mapleleafs 💙💙

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austonmatthews

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austonmatthews 🥱😴

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nate_bailey99 If you two are this rough after this weekend, your wedding weekend will be a complete write off

carsonbailey Not pictured: Mia off to the side on her way to terrorize Frank

breyana_matthews 🥹

justinbieber big dad vibes

#AFTR ig

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Happy STS! Your characters are making their Christmas lists. What's on it?

Happy week late STS! Thanks for the ask!

I mean, this is one of those questions where it's a lot more fun if we set it in an AU where the characters would actually have the privilege of wishing for material goods instead of things like, uh, freedom, or safety for them and their loved ones, or proper medical treatment, or to live in a better, kinder, more peaceful world. 😅

So first of all, we have to make sure all that stuff has been achieved, because my characters won't be asking for anything else until it has. (And they're still probably gonna feel guilty about it).

That said, [Redacted] will probably ask for a car in any universe he's in. It doesn't have to be a Porsche, just something European-made. And maybe something super nerdy like a really advanced telescope or computer hardware. And then I'll surprise him with a puppy since he's always wanted one. 🥹

Meanwhile, Louisa wants a new Prada handbag (you can take the girl out of Scottsdale...) and a yachting trip to Grenada, because that's her happy place and she hasn't been in a long, long time. And then I'll surprise her with a first edition French language copy of Les Miserables.

#christmas #sts #asked and answered #my writing #gsnbtr #writeblr

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brookston · 8 months ago

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Holidays 4.3

Holidays

Althoea Asteroid Day

American Circus Day

American Creed Day

Armenian Appreciation Day

Beech Tree Day (French Republic)

Corrupt Society Day

Day of the Bride (Argentina)

Don't Go To Work Unless It's Fun Day

A Drop of Water is a Grain of Gold [also 1st Sunday]

Fan Dance Day

Find A Rainbow Day

Ghost Machine Day

Good Deeds Day

Independent Artist Day

International Day Against Victim Blaming

Jane Goodall Day (Los Angeles)

Kanamara Matsuri (Festival of the Steel Phallus; Japan)

Love A Muslim Day (UK)

National Chalk Day

National Film Score Day

National Grey Day

National Inspiring Joy Day

National Pac-Man Day

National Shoot Your Shot Day

Overcome a Handicap Day

Peace Day (Angola)

Pony Express Day

Second Republic Day (Guinea)

TV Guide Day

Tweed Day

Weed Out Hate: Sow the Seeds of Greatness Day

World Aquatic Animal Day

World Cloud Security Day

World Party Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Ben & Jerry’s Free Cone Day

Fish Fingers and Custard Day

National Chocolate Mousse Day

1st Wednesday in April

Donate Life Living Donor Day [1st Wednesday]

Global Day of the Engineer [1st Wednesday]

National Day of Hope [1st Wednesday]

National Walking Day [1st Wednesday]

Paraprofessional Appreciation Day [1st Wednesday]

Safe Place Selfie Day [1st Wednesday]

Whole Grain Sampling Day [1st Wednesday]

Independence & Related Days

Albay Province Day (Philippines)

Declaration of the Second Republic (Guinea)

Malinovia (Declared 2018) [unrecognized]

Festivals Beginning April 3, 2024

Arizona Bike Week (Scottsdale, Arizona) [thru 4.7]

Bacchanal Jamaica (Kingston, Jamaica) [thru 4.9]

Taste of Vail (Vail, Colorado) [thru 4.6]

Feast Days

Agape, Chionia, and Irene (Christian; Martyrs & Virgins)

Aristæus (Positivist; Saint)

Bud Fisher (Artology

Burgundofara (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Captain Cabbage (Muppetism)

Create a Mandala Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Cutios (Time of the Winds; Celtic Book of Days)

Day of Sheela-Na-Gig (Pagan)

Doris Day (Pastafarian)

Feast of Pak Tai (Macau) [3rd Day of 3rd Lunar Month]

Fred Kida (Artology)

Goof Friday (Church of the SubGenius)

Henry Dinnerstein (Artology)

Luigi Scrosoppi (Christian; Saint)

Nicetias (Christian; Saint)

Pancras of Taormina (Christian; Martyr)

Persephone’s Return from the Underworld (Ancient Rome)

Plato (Christian; Saint)

Proserpina’s Rise from the Underworld Day (Ancient Greece)

Richard of Chichester (Christian; Saint)

Sandra Boynton (Artooogy)

Seize a Sausage Day (Pastafarian)

The Shower Dance (Shamanism)

Ulpin of Tyre (Christian; Saint)

Washington Irving (Writerism)

Xystus (Christian; Martyr)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sizdar-Bedah (Unlucky to stay indoors; Iran)

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Unlucky Monday (when God condemned the towns of Beram, Lipandas, Madama, Sodom and Gomorrah; Philippines) [1st Monday] (2 of 4)

Premieres

Adventureland (Film; 2009)

Are You Lonesome Tonight, recorded by Elvis Presley (Song; 1960)

Beethoven (Film; 1992)

Bull-ero (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1932)

Clerow Wilson’s Great Escape (DePatie-Freleng Animated TV Special; 1974)

Dead Babies, by Martin Amis (Novel; 1975)

The Doddlebops (Children’s TV Series; 2004)

The Druid of Shannara, by Terry Brooks (Novel; 1991)

Fast & Furious (Film; 2009) [F&F #4]

Flip’s Lunch Room (MGM Cartoon; 1933)

Fuels Rush In or The Star-Spangled Boner (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 37; 1960)

Furious 7 (Film; 2015) [F&F #7]

I-Ski Love-Ski You-Ski (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1936)

It Happened at the World’s Fair (Film; 1963)

It’s Now or Never, recorded by Elvis Presley (Song; 1960)

Kiss of the Spider Woman, by Manuel Puig (Novel; 1976)

The Long, Hot Summer (Film; 1958)

Louisiana Hayride (Radio Music Series; 1948)

Mercury Rising (Film; 1998)

My Hero Academia (Anime TV Series; 2016)

Oh, Gentle Spring (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1942)

Old Mother Hubbard (Ub Iwerks ComicColor Cartoon; 1935)

The Other Boleyn Girl, by Philippa Gregor (Novel; 2008)

Piano Concerto in A Minor, by Edvard Grieg (Concerto; 1869)

Planet of the Apes (Film; 1968)

Planning for Good Eating (Disney Cartoon; 1946)

Porky’s Romance (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

The Pottsylvania Permanent or I’ve Grown Accustomed to the Place (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 38; 1960)

Rock-A-Doodle (Animated Film; 1992)

Rumple of the Bailey (UK TV Series; 1978)

The Sea-Wolf (Novel; 1904)

Son of Hashimoto (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1961)

The Swimming Hour, by Andrew Bird with Bowl of Fire (Album; 2001)

TV Guide (Weekly Magazine; 1953)

2001: A Space Odyssey (Film; 1968)

The Western Trail, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Yogi the Easter Bear (Hanna-Barbera Animated TV Special; 1994)

Today’s Name Days

Richard, Sixtus (Austria)

Radojko, Ratko, Rikard, Siksto (Croatia)

Richard (Czech Republic)

Nicæas (Denmark)

Uko, Uku (Estonia)

Sampo, Veeti (Finland)

Richard (France)

Irene, Lisa, Richard (Germany)

Illyria’s (Greece)

Buda, Richárd (Hungary)

Riccardo, Sisto (Italy)

Daira, Dairis, Ferdinands (Latvia)

Kristijonas, Ričardas, Rimtautė, Vytenis (Lithuania)

Gunnvald, Gunvor (Norway)

Antoni, Cieszygor, Jakub, Pankracy, Ryszard (Poland)

Nichita (Romania)

Richard (Slovakia)

Ricardo (Spain)

Ferdinand, Nanna (Sweden)

Dick, Dickson, Dix, Dixie, Dixon, Doris, Ricarda, Ricardo, Rich, Richard, Richelle, Richman, Rick, Rickey, Ricky, Rosamond, Rosamund, Ryan (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 94 of 2024; 272 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 14 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ding-Mao), Day 25 (Ding-You)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025)

Hebrew: 24 Adair II 5784

Islamic: 24 Ramadan 1445

J Cal: 4 Cyan; Foursday [4 of 30]

Julian: 21 March 2024

Moon: 34%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 10 Archimedes (4th Month) [Theodisius of Bithynia]

Runic Half Month: Ehwaz (Horse) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 16 of 92)

Week: 1st Week of April

Zodiac: Aries (Day 14 of 31)

#calendar #Holidays

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