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8 Best Pool Party Ideas for Summer Wedding That Your Guests Will Love

Discover 8 amazing pool party ideas for summer wedding celebrations that will leave your guests talking. Make your big day unforgettable with these fun themes.

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Pretend | Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: You aren't sure what's worse: having to share a bed with the boy who was your first boyfriend who you haven't seen in years, or having to pretend he's your boyfriend when you wish he actually was.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: f!reader, light smut, 18+ only as always, unprotected pinv, fake dating trope, one bed trope, lots of switching between present and past tense whoops

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Coupe glasses tinkle and laughter rings out as the rehearsal dinner draws toward an end. Everyone’s had a little too much of the hotel’s signature white sangria. On your left, Isabel and Reuben are frozen in blissed smiles, the outdoor lights casting an ethereal glow. An idyllic night before the wedding.

You should be relaxed. You’ve had a little wine, the most delicious dinner, and tomorrow your college roommate is getting married at this stunning resort. But every time that big hand grazes your shoulder or his breath heats the skin of your cheek, you’re reminded none of this is real and you desperately wish it was.

The only difference between six-year-old Robert Floyd and the man standing in front of you is the broad shoulders. Those pink cheeks are just as prominent and his eyes are wide behind updated corrective frames. Sandy hair politely brushed off his face. Even his thin lips warp in that same warm smile that instantly relieves tension. The only significant difference is those shoulders that fill out the entire doorway as he checks his rooming assignment with Isabel.

From where you stand behind her, suitcase in tow, you feel your cheeks warm and your gaze drop. You haven’t seen him since the engagement party where you muttered, “it’s a small world after all” more than once. It seemed all too coincidental that your college roommate would be marrying a guy who just happens to be in the same Navy squadron as your first grade boyfriend. 

To be fair, you had “dated” Bobby Floyd for a total of a week before your parent’s divorce landed you on the opposite side of the country. There hadn’t even been a formal breakup. He’d simply been the guy you jokingly referred to as your “first love” at wine nights. Occasionally you remembered his collection of vintage Coke bottle caps. 

He was practically a figment of your imagination until Isabel introduced you to the man in the nicely ironed pale blue button down and you sputtered out that you already knew each other.

You’re so lost in how bizarre the coincidence of it all is that you zone out through Bob’s check-in and the next few guests that arrive. It’s not until her line of relatives has dwindled that she remembers you’re sat behind her, sorting out the favors for after the reception. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I should have given you your card earlier!” she apologizes as she flips back over her clipboard to find your room number. It’s all forgiven, you were waiting to finish up your bridesmaid duties before checking in. Get the work out so you can slip on your bathing suit and enjoy the amenities - pool, sun, and cabana boys - before dinner tonight.

She hands you a room card and walks you through the map of the hotel. You miss the second half while gathering up all your items, mentally trying to remember exactly how many rights before a left. Dinner is at seven and anything else surely she will remind you. With a kiss to her cheek, you head off to your room to begin the fun part of this destination wedding.

The property is stunning, all sun-washed sandstone and lush tropical plants. Deep blue terry cloth draped over the sun loungers you would live on all weekend. Some sun to compliment what should be a flawless wedding weekend. Maybe you’d get lucky and one of Reuben’s hot Navy friends would join you for some eye candy. You deserved a little one-weekend-in-paradise romance.

Suite 4. It’s a little deflating to remember that you’re in this big suite alone because all the other bridesmaids have dates. A least you have some privacy. The intricately carved door accepts your room key and you push the heavy wood open, ready to change and relax.

W-why was Bob in your villa?

Standing amongst the floor-to-ceiling windows draped with ochre that overlook the ocean, white oak furnishing topped with plush linen bedding, and a trailing pothos overtaking the wall, was Bob Floyd - right in the middle of changing his shirt. Equally wide eyes taking you in as he held the bunched heathered grey cotton right in front of his head, thumbs through the head hole, mouth open in shock.

“What are you doing in here?”

What was he doing in here? This was your room. “Why are you in my room?”

Despite knowing he’s not in the wrong, his cheeks tinge a deep pink. Takes a moment to pop his head in the hole of his shirt and brush out the wrinkles. You cling to to the annoyance of him interrupting your afternoon instead of focusing on how toned he’s gotten as an adult.

“This is my room. Suite 4. See?” He holds up a card identical to yours, the glossy ‘4’ reflecting the sunlight. The same ‘4’ that looks back at you. 

Clearly there’s been some sort of mistake, someone at reception accidentally typing in the wrong number while going about their busy day or Isabel reading her meticulous list wrong. An easy fix. 

You bite your lip. “Oh. Maybe I grabbed the wrong card. I’ll go find Isabel and sort it out.”

“I’ll come with you, she might have handed me the wrong card. Probably supposed to be sharing a bed with Fanboy.” He’s impossibly sweet as always. 

You have no idea who or what a Fanboy is, but you accept his company back to reception, leaving your bag in the room purely because the bridesmaid dress alone weighs a half ton. The walk back there - with a few long turns - is a tad awkward as you both walk in silence, occasionally jerking your heads in the direction to turn.

Isabel has wandered away from reception, and is now soaking in one of the poolside bars with Reuben, their lovesick smiles contagious. She gives you the warmest smile when you approach, face splitting in two as she takes in your companion. “Hey, you two! You get settled in okay?”

God, this is awkward. Thankfully before you can muster the courage, Bob steps in. “I think there’s been a mix up with one of our rooms.”

Her eyebrows furrow as takes in what he said. Eyes flit to her lounger where her clipboard of rooming assignment lies within her tote. Reuben sips his frozen margarita in casual interest, not involved in the logistics.

“Which room are you in?” Even without her clipboard, Isabel is pretty sure she knows who is in what room. She spent months perfecting these details.

You hold up the glossy ‘4’, now slightly sticky with your sweat.

“Four? Hmm, I’m pretty sure that’s right. Was there a problem with the key? Both your keys?”

You give her a bewildered look. “One of us has the wrong key. We’re not sharing a room.”

“Why not? Your prude parents aren’t here to care if you share a room with your boyfriend.”

Every muscle in your body freezes. What is she talking about?

And while you’re paralyzed on the spot, Reuben looks like he’s about to throw up the margarita. Because he knows exactly what just happened. And not only is it his fault, but he does not have a solution.

Before you can question Isabel, the pilot is throwing his arm around your shoulders and grabbing Bob’s elbow, whisking you two away, calling out to his confused fiancée not to worry, he’s got it handled. The controlled hands of a fighter pilot steering you back in the way of Suite 4 while his face reads like he’s watching a plane crash.

Reuben won’t answer any of your questions, holding up a palm while you sputter out the who, what, where’s? of what is going on. Bob silently allows himself to be directed, confusion upon his brow, but patient enough to wait for an explanation. 

Once you’re privately within the confines of Suite 4, the soft scent of bergamot and sandalwood wrapped around your bodies, Reuben finally confesses his mistake.

“Isabel thinks you two are dating.”

You expect to see eyeballs on the floor from how violently they pop out of your head. What? Bob doesn’t look much better. You two have barely spoken in decades, let alone are in a relationship! Why in the hell would Isabel think that?

Reuben drags a hand down his face, wishing he was back in the pool drinking. “When Bob over here told me that you two dated way back, I casually mentioned it to Is. When she asked the other week if he’d be good sharing a room, I thought she meant Fanboy or Harvard.”

You skip over the fact that Bob has talked about you to other people to focus on the details. “She meant me.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” By this point he’s rubbing the skin on the back of his neck raw, eyes wildly desperate. “Can you two share? It’s only two nights.”

Your eyes meet ocean blue as you both look at the single bed, then at each other. Bob intervenes calmly. “Why can’t you just tell her we need another room?”

Reuben crosses his arms across his chest, suddenly defensive. “We don’t have any other rooms. We booked the place out entirely. Short of Aunt Muriel keeling over, one of you would have to be at another hotel.”

“That’s fine,” you quip, grabbing your suitcase and ready to get the hell out of this situation.

“There’s nothing within a half hour drive. And you’re both in the wedding, that is not going to fly with Isabel.”

You’re tough, you can do hard things. Two nights at a gorgeous resort where you have to share a king-sized bed with the sweetest man on the planet? Could be so much worse. From a look at Bob’s face, he’s having the same realization.

And right as you’re about to tell Reuben that it’s not a big deal, he sends in the clincher. 

“You’re also gonna have to pretend you’re dating.”

“You’re joking.” Your tinny voice rings out in the room. You can do a lot of things - go to a wedding alone, sleep in the same bed as Bob - but you draw the line at pretending you’re dating someone you hadn’t seen until an engagement party six months ago. Nope, no way.

You look at Bob, standing with his hand resting low on his hip, watching this entire scene unfold. Giving him an expectant look, he smooths out his face and gives you a little nod. He’s on whatever team you’re on.

And just as you were about to tell Reuben to get lost, Isabel’s sweet face floods your mind’s eye. That happy smile she always greets you with, and her dismay that something had gone wrong with your room. Her perfectly planned out wedding weekend ruined by her misunderstanding a minor detail. She would insist that you have separate rooms, even if it interfered with plans, and she’d be upset - the smallest tinge of disappointment clouding her bridal smile.

Isn’t the job of a bridesmaid to make the bride not have disappointment?

And now, sitting here at the rehearsal dinner, warm conversation all around you, you can still hear yourself let out a large huff of breath and agree. “Alright, we can pretend for the weekend.”

It’s a decision you stand by, but doesn’t make the subtle way Bob has been playing your boyfriend the last 24 hours any easier. He plays devoted partner a little too well. Carrying your beach bag down to the water that afternoon when everyone wanted to sit by the pool, sweetly rubbing sunscreen into that spot on your back that you can never reach. Grabbing a drink for you when he went up to the bar. 

Your lonely wedding weekend is suddenly filled with this broad-shouldered Navy man who gives you a shy smile every time you make eye contact.

There wasn’t time to put in ground rules before Reuben threw you you to the wolves to socialize with the rest of the wedding party. When Isabel saw you, standing a healthy foot away from Bob and her sculpted eyebrow raised, it was the first test of this “relationship”. Your heart slamming in your chest as you slipped a hand around that thick bicep and rested your hot cheek against his shoulder. His own face fighting anxiety as he allowed you to set the pace. Isabel’s smile brightening as she beckoned you closer, instantly fawning over the two of you and the way Bob’s hand fits a little too nicely around your waist.

Thankfully the copious amount of relatives and friends constantly interrupting Isabel and Reuben prevented your friend investigating too close into this development in your love life. Happy to believe over some intentionally placed hands and the casual way he throws sweetheart in when asking if you want a drink.

“Now that I have you alone, why didn’t you tell me you were together? First loves reunited?!” Isabel drags you away to the other bridesmaids, Bob giving you a small wave as he joins the men. 

You shrug, making a show of looking at the hibiscus to avoid her eyes. Desperate for a believable lie. “I didn’t want to…uh, distract from your big day?”

She wraps you in a warm hug you don’t deserve. “Not distracting in the slightest. He’s the best, you’re so lucky!”

You throw a glance his way, watching his good-natured grin as Reuben’s groomsmen, mostly aviators he’s worked with over the years, joke and jostle on the other side of the lawn. It’s side glances like these that carry through the night; when he pulls your chair out for dinner, asks the waiter to refill your water, and offers you half of his dessert. When your eyes do meet, you drown in the twin oceans that twinkle back at you.

By the time you’re heading back to Suite 4 to share that big bed, you’re pretty sure you’re not pretending to like him anymore.

You’re regretting not putting up the pillow barrier Bob so kindly offered to set up. It seemed childish at the time - you didn’t need a divider to stay on your side of the bed - but now you’re lying here in your little cotton pajamas you did not expect anyone to see and you can hear him breathing and the room is a little too warm. Every sense is on high alert and a pillow barrier would give you an inkling of privacy.

In the silhouette of the moonlight peaking through the curtains, you watch the planes of Bob’s face as he peacefully sleeps beside you. If he’s good looking in the daytime, he’s breathtaking at night. Pale eyelashes against his cheeks, lips slightly pouted, hair mussed from changing sides. You wish you could smooth your fingers over the planes of his face, appreciate the sharpness of his jaw, the roundness of his cheeks.

Tomorrow you have to pretend all over again to be in love with him. A feeling that’s already starting to creep inside you. A whole day of his gentle touches and laughs against your cheek. He was the perfect boyfriend that week in grade school, and even more perfect as an adult. Holding his hand made you want to never let go…which promptly made you want to jump out of your skin. 

This was a tiny white lie to get through Sunday morning. That was it.

You keep replaying the last moment before you retired back to your hotel room for the night. The drunken group sitting around the fire pit, a bottle of tequila making its way around the circle. Not enough chairs so you ended up in Bob’s lap, body cradled in the firm comfort of his chest. 

He made it so natural, the way his hand ran up and down your arm when you shivered in the night chill. You knew he could feel the shock up your spine when you noticed how intently he watched you during your story of how Isabel found a rat in your dorm room. He made you feel like the only person out there by the fire pit. The only person on this island.

When even the tequila couldn’t keep you warm any longer, the group disbanded in favor of cozy beds and hot showers. And even when no one else was in sight he still kept his arm around your shoulder to share his warmth, the pinching heels you’d shed in his hand as he asked whether you wanted to shower first.

Lips accidentally brushing your ear when he said he liked your dress; it matched the bougainvillea.

While you hadn’t spent much time together since your parents moved you away too long ago to remember, you were continually floored by how thoughtful he was still. He remembered how Isabel didn’t like ice, and that a few members of his squadron had allergies. Giving up his water because the woman next to him was without. Not to mention how he seemed to go the extra mile with you. All the years of boyfriends before this and not a single one had ever noticed you picked the pine nuts out of your salad; your new fake boyfriend requesting a fresh one sans nuts.

And it was borderline torture watching him get ready for bed post shower. Face and chest red from the scalding water and slick hair pushed back, towel slung a little too low as he dug through his suitcase. You were still speechless as he offered to put up a pillow barrier or something if it would make you more comfortable, making sure you knew he respected your boundaries.

His eyes were so blue without his glasses…

Caution to the wind, you run a finger over his cheek, brushing away a rogue eyelash and promptly turn away from him. Only one more day and you would be free of wanting a man that wasn’t yours.

The Fitch wedding day was perfect. Wide smiles, bridal lace, stunning hydrangeas, and not a dry eye in the house when Isabel and Reuben officially became husband and wife. It was the storybook start to a happy ever after. 

The sunlight blessed ceremony was followed by a lantern-lit reception, dancing and drinking overtaking the sprawling beach-front lawn of the hotel. You stayed out until the evening ended, the wedding party laughing and overfilling glasses of champagne until the last lantern was blown out. 

You barely remembered your rooming/relationship situation until a warm hand was on your forearm, asking if you were ready to go back to the room. It’s entirely unfair how good he looks in his suit. All day you’ve admired it, from the moment he emerged from the bathroom asking for help with his bow tie to an hour ago, when the wedding party did one last rendezvous on the dance floor. 

Bob has an ease on the dance floor, clearly practiced, the hand on the small of your back gently guiding. A hand big and warm and more distracting than trying to remember your own footwork. The dark-haired woman he seems close with whooping out, “Look at those moves, Floyd!” every time you get close, her own date cheering along. 

You shake the memory from your brain as Bob walks you back to the room. Keep the pining to a minimum until you can get to the airport and not have to see him ever again. You’re doing this for Isabel, your own emotions have no place. Even as you watch him open the door to the room and welcome you inside, looking so perfectly boyfriend-shaped.

Your skin feels too hot, your head clouded by bubbles and loud poppers exploding into the sky. Shedding this satin dress and getting into a warm shower sounds like heaven, washing away the buzzing ill-content flooding your body since you joined the wedding group that morning hand-in-hand with Bob. But a broken zipper interrupts those plans.

“Bob?” He stills on his way to the bathroom, bow tie loose around his neck. You indicate to the stuck zipper you’re fiddling with, warmth flaring at the top of your cheeks at your predicament.

The tips of his ears flush as he walks to you, chest a breath away from your back, admiring the way the satin flows over your curves and dips. Takes a moment to gather your hair over your shoulder before reaching for the zipper. The skin of his pinky accidentally brushes your neck, twin breaths catching at the shock. 

Firm fingers guide the zipper onto the track. As they guide the cool metal down your back, the boiling point that has been simmering below the surface since yesterday afternoon comes to a head. The lace of your bra is visible. Now the silken band of your underwear. The air of the room is still, eagerly awaiting what happens next.

While his voice is shaky, his words are firm. “I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

Your head turns to the side, eyes catching his profile, too scared to look at him directly. 

“What are you pretending to do?”

His face falls into the crook of your neck, fingers tightening along the satin of your hips. “Pretending I’m doing our friends a favor. Pretending I’m not falling for you. Pretending every time I touch you it’s not the best part of my day.”

Your hand wraps around his, rough skin and satin beneath your fingers. Needing to tether yourself to reality to make sure this isn’t a champagne-fueled dream that he’s professing against your neck. 

“In that case, I don’t want to pretend anymore either.”

While you can’t see him, you can feel his realization against your skin. Brow furrowing, lips parting. The soft brush of his nose as he straightens up, uses his hands to turn you to him. Finally forced to look at each other amidst the information divulged.

You aren’t sure who leans in first, who braved the waters of uncharted territory. Time stills and speeds up as his face grows closer. The scent of sandalwood and bergamot that’s followed you all weekend replaced by the woodsy mint of his cologne you’ve treated yourself to when tucked into his side. Anyone outside can hear two hearts beating erratically, anxious and excited. 

His lips are warm and comforting, just like everything else about him. Pressing delicately against yours, taking his time and letting you set the pace. You’re torn between the shock of how divine he feels and the greedy need for more. Senses overwhelmed by him; you want to taste more, feel more, see more.

When he pulls away, a gentleman not wanting to overstep, you’re breathless.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you.” His confession is paired with pink cheeks and large hands playing with your fingers. 

You can’t help but to tease him, the banter from your childhood coming back. “Did it live up to expectations?”

“Way, way better.” Your smile is swallowed in his kiss, chins knocking as you trade off enthusiasm. A groan leaving Bob as you grab his hands and walk back to the bathroom. That hot shower still sounds amazing, but you need more of him.

The travertine tiles glow in the soft light as you watch your childhood love remove his suit, taking time to fold the pieces on the counter, letting you indulge in unbuttoning his crisp shirt as you share another sweet kiss. His own hands twisted in the dress barely clinging to your skin. The sounds that escape him as your hands explore his chest are purely sinful, meant only for your ears.

He barely lets you bask in his body, honed from years of Naval training, before he’s stripping the satin from your frame. You beg for another kiss, but he denies you. He can’t be distracted from watching every inch of skin being revealed. From letting his fingers follow the fabric as it pools at your feet. From kissing his way back up your body until your head falls back against the wall, fingers beckoning him to the shower.

“You’re so beautiful.” It’s more breath than words, but ignite the goose flesh along your skin as he adjusts the hot water and shower head to your liking.

Minutes or hours passed as you reacquainted under the steam. Your fingers tangled in wet strands of sandy hair, fingers slipping along any skin you can reach. His own hands tightly hugging your body, holding you close as he appreciates your nude form. Swallowing each other’s moans as his fingers dip between your folds and you run your palm along his shaft.

The universe has ceased to exist by the time Bob kisses you against the shower wall, fingers wrapping under your thighs to hoist you to his level. Loving the way you giggle as your arms wrap around his neck, trusting him wholeheartedly. Eyes trained at where he lines up with you, relishing the way your breath catches in anticipation. He kisses your forehead as a promise to take care of you, a promise you know he’ll keep.

Once he’s seated deep in you, the moment about connecting rather than getting off, he tilts your head up to check in with you. A kiss as his eyes search you for discomfort. The flames of his eyes burning the brightest blue. One final clench around him and he knows he needs to move; if not for his sake, for yours.

It’s the most glorious dream as he fills you completely, hips rocking into yours as sweaty foreheads meet.

When he brings you to orgasm, a steamy moment punctuated by your muffled screams against his shoulder, there’s nothing fake about the affection as he peppers you with praise. Or when he fills you with his own release a moment later, exhaling thank you, thank you, thank you.

A pillow barrier isn’t even discussed as you lay in his arms that night, cheek against bare chest. His arm trails down your arm like it had the night before, a mindless action you now recognize as meaningful to him as to you. Sated and content, as it should be.

You sit up a little to run your nose along his neck, producing a low groan from him. “You need something, sweetheart?”

“I was wondering, after that,” you gesture to the shower, cheeks heating, “does this mean we’re, uh, dating again?”

He smiles at your flush, cupping your face with one of his large hands. Presses the sweetest kiss to your lips.

“You know, we never had a break up. Technically we’ve been dating this whole time.”

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Secrets are a kind of currency. They can be hoarded, but if kept for too long they lose their value. Like all currencies, they must, sooner or later, be used in a transaction—sold to the highest bidder or bartered as a favor for which another favor will be returned. To see the full scale of Donald Trump’s betrayal of his country, it is necessary to start with this reality. He kept intelligence documents because, at some point, those secrets could be used in a transaction. What he was stockpiling were the materials of treason. He may not have known how and when he would cash in this currency, but there can be little doubt that he was determined to retain the ability to do just that.

Before the publication of the grand jury’s indictment, it was possible to believe that Trump’s retention of classified documents was reckless and stupid. The indictment reveals that recklessness and stupidity are the least of his sins. With Trump, it’s always a mistake to equate anarchy with purposelessness or to think that the farce is not deadly serious. Trump’s hoarding of official secrets is both breathtakingly careless and utterly calculated. At the heart of that calculation is a cold resolve to not give up the power that access to highly restricted information had given him.

The most immediately striking parts of the indictment may, in this regard, be something of a distraction. The photographs that show boxes of papers at Mar-a-Lago, piled high on a ballroom stage, in a bathroom, and spilling out onto the floor of a storage room, convey an almost comic sense of chaos. If comedy is generated by incongruity, what could be more incongruous than nuclear plans or details of “potential vulnerabilities of the United States and its allies to military attack” sitting beside a toilet?

It all seems random and haphazard, an impression greatly magnified by the knowledge that Mar-a-Lago, in the eighteen months after Trump took the documents from the White House, was, as the indictment states, the venue for “more than 150 social events, including weddings, movie premieres and fundraisers that together drew tens of thousands of guests.” The New York Times has published photographs, scraped from social media, of people in party dresses or casual summer clothes around the Mar-a-Lago pool. We can see that, behind them, the door that leads to the storeroom, which was packed with boxes of official papers, is wide open. In those boxes, when the FBI opened them in August 2022, were eleven documents marked Top Secret, thirty-six marked Secret, and twenty-eight marked Confidential. It would have been the least thrilling spy thriller ever made. No James Bond high-tech gadgets or George Smiley ingenuity—just turn up in a cocktail dress, slip through an open door, and help yourself to the US military’s contingency plans for invading Iran.

Yet this ludicrous vulnerability to foreign spies is both remarkable and somewhat beside the point. The slapdash storage of classified papers is shocking—but also misleading. It defines the scandal as, in the words of Alan Feuer and Maggie Haberman in The New York Times, “Mr. Trump’s indifference toward the country’s most sensitive secrets.” But this is not a tale of indifference. Trump cared a great deal about the value of the documents. He cared enough, per the indictment, to suggest that his attorney lie to the FBI and a grand jury about what papers he did or did not have. Even Trump does not engage in a criminal conspiracy purely for its own sake. The retention of those boxes mattered to him because he understood the market value of what they contained.

It is important to bear in mind that chaos is Trump’s natural element. It is the medium in which his narcissism thrives. When there is no plan, the only law is his own desire. He alone knows at any given moment what he will do. In this light, the apparent disorderly storage of the boxes at Mar-a-Lago does not signify a lack of concern with what they contained. It is just the norm of Trumpworld. Derangement is his modus operandi.

The indictment makes clear that Trump knew very well that he was breaking the law. He was repeatedly warned by the National Archives and Records Administration that if he did not hand over the missing records, he would be referred to the Department of Justice. He had, of course, made a very big point in his attacks on Hillary Clinton of the need for zero tolerance for any lack of rigor in the handling of classified documents. He fully understood that the laws applied to everyone, including the president. As he declared in September 2016, before that year’s election, “We can’t have someone in the Oval Office who doesn’t understand the meaning of the word confidential or classified.” As president, in July 2018, he issued a statement saying that “as the head of the executive branch and Commander-in-Chief, I have a unique constitutional responsibility to protect the nation’s classified information, including by controlling access to it.”

More specifically, Trump knew that he was taking huge risks when he allegedly instructed his lawyer to lie to the FBI and the grand jury. That lawyer, quoted in the indictment, recalls that when Trump told him to take a folder of documents to his hotel room, he made a silent “plucking motion,” as if to say, “if there’s anything really bad in there, like, you know, pluck it out.” Precisely because Trump knew that he was committing a crime, he preferred not to utter the incriminating words. There is nothing thoughtless or accidental in all of this. He clearly believed that the risks were worth taking.

This does not suggest that he was holding these documents merely as souvenirs. It’s quite possible to believe that part of his motivation lay in his fantasy that he was still the real president: retaining the intelligence briefings he received as POTUS would make him still, at some level of self-delusion, potent. The two known occasions, cited in the indictment, when Trump produced some of the documents to outsiders while explicitly referring to them as secret and confidential have this air of showing off—perhaps as much to himself as to those he was trying to impress. It is also quite reasonable to think of him experiencing a tingle of pure pleasure in imagining his own impunity—knowing that he was committing the ultimate transgression and thrilling to the idea that he would get away with it because he had always in his life gotten away with everything.

But these elements of twisted psychology can coexist with a more rational impulse: to keep hold of secrets that could be traded at some point for his personal gain. Trump sees himself above all as a deal-maker: “The nation’s classified information” is a potentially lucrative part of one or many deals.

This intent would be treasonous. Trump may not have actually committed treason, but he was consciously putting himself in a position to be able to do so. For what is not secret is the identity of the foreign countries that would be most interested in acquiring the details of the military plans and vulnerabilities of the US and its allies. The indictment states that the documents also included information that could identify US agents and informants in some of those countries and “the continued viability of sensitive intelligence collection methods.” This is worth underlining: Trump went to great lengths to retain for himself, as a private citizen, the power to reveal to any foreign power not just US military secrets but the workings of US intelligence-gathering in those countries. It is impossible to believe that he did this accidentally or without considering that he might at some time use that power in return for some financial or other benefits.

Which makes it all the more astonishing that most of the Republican Party is fine with this. Much of the history of the right in America is bound up with paranoia about the possible existence of traitors at high levels of government. Here is stark evidence of the existence of one at the very highest level of government, and Republicans are rushing to defend him. The Elizabethan courtier Sir John Harington famously asked, “Treason doth never prosper: what’s the reason?” and answered, “For if it prosper, none dare call it Treason.” If the hoarding of state secrets as valuable currency cannot be called treason, the concept has gone the way of honor, truthfulness, and respect for law. It has ceased to exist for the Republican Party.

[The New York Review]

Fintan O’Toole

Fintan O’Toole is the Advising Editor at The New York Review, a columnist for The Irish Times, and the Leonard L. Milberg Professor of Irish Letters at Princeton. His most recent book, We Don’t Know Ourselves: A Personal History of Modern Ireland, was published in the US last year. (June 2023)

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Where to Stay in Amritsar for a Premium Hospitality Experience

Amritsar, a city deeply rooted in history, spirituality, and culture, attracts visitors from around the globe. While its spiritual significance draws millions to the Golden Temple, the city is also becoming a hub for luxury hospitality. If you're planning a visit and seeking premium comfort, it's important to choose accommodations and amenities that offer not just luxury, but convenience and cultural immersion as well.

Below is an informative guide on where to stay in Amritsar for a premium experience—focusing on 5 Star Hotels in Amritsar, luxury dining, and ideal wedding venues.

Understanding the Luxury Hospitality Landscape in Amritsar

Amritsar has evolved beyond traditional guesthouses and mid-range hotels to now include a robust range of luxury accommodations. The city features several 5 Star Hotels that cater to business travelers, wedding parties, tourists, and families seeking comfort and quality service.

Location Matters: Proximity to Key Attractions

When selecting a 5-star hotel in Amritsar, one key consideration is proximity to the city’s landmarks such as the Golden Temple, Jallianwala Bagh, and the Partition Museum. Staying close to these locations ensures that your travel time is minimized and your cultural experience is maximized.

A centrally located premium hotel not only offers comfort but also keeps you connected to local markets like Hall Bazaar, Lawrence Road, and other bustling areas that offer an authentic taste of Amritsar’s vibrant atmosphere.

5 Star Hotels in Amritsar: What to Expect

Choosing a 5 star hotels in Amritsar means you'll be offered a higher standard of amenities, including:

Spacious rooms with modern interiors

In-house fine dining and multi-cuisine restaurants

Concierge and valet services

Fitness centers, spas, and swimming pools

Business centers and banquet halls for events

One standout among centrally located options is Ramada Encore Amritsar, which offers proximity to the Golden Temple and all major tourist points. It balances luxury with accessibility and provides easy access to both leisure and business facilities.

Culinary Excellence: 5 Star Restaurants in Amritsar

Amritsar is famous for its rich culinary traditions, and 5 star restaurants in Amritsar elevate this experience further. Fine dining establishments in luxury hotels usually blend traditional Punjabi flavors with global cuisines, giving guests a gourmet experience in a sophisticated setting.

Signature Dining Experiences to Look For

In most 5-star hotels, you can expect the following from their on-site restaurants:

Authentic Punjabi cuisine prepared by skilled chefs

Curated tasting menus with locally sourced ingredients

Private dining options for couples or business meetings

Live cooking stations or themed buffet nights

These restaurants maintain high hygiene standards, provide a premium ambiance, and often serve as popular venues for both locals and travelers seeking an elevated dining experience.

Wedding Venues in Amritsar: Planning Your Big Day

Amritsar is increasingly becoming a favored location for destination weddings, blending spiritual significance with cultural richness. Wedding venues in Amritsar, especially those attached to luxury hotels, provide both indoor and outdoor spaces, ideal for various wedding ceremonies.

Key Features of Wedding Venues in 5 Star Hotels

When booking a wedding venue in a 5-star hotel in Amritsar, consider:

Banquet capacity: Venues should accommodate large gatherings with ease.

Multiple event spaces: From mehendi to reception, diverse settings help.

Catering and decor services: Many hotels offer in-house planning assistance.

Room availability for guests: Booking a hotel venue allows accommodation for out-of-town guests under the same roof.

Ramada Encore Amritsar is one such location that offers wedding facilities along with luxury accommodation, making it an efficient choice for wedding planners and families.

Safety, Hygiene, and Professionalism

Luxury doesn’t only mean comfort—it also includes attention to cleanliness and guest safety. Leading 5-star hotels in Amritsar place a high priority on:

Contactless check-in options

Daily sanitation of rooms and common areas

Trained staff for hospitality and crisis management

Secure parking and surveillance systems

These standards ensure peace of mind for both business and leisure travelers.

Best Time to Visit Amritsar for a Luxury Stay

While Amritsar can be visited year-round, the most favorable months for a premium stay are between October and March, when the weather is pleasant. This season is also preferred for weddings, making early bookings essential for venues and 5-star hotels.

Final Thoughts: Luxury and Cultural Immersion in One Place

Amritsar presents a unique mix of spiritual depth and modern comfort. Whether you're visiting for pilgrimage, leisure, or a wedding celebration, choosing the right 5-star hotel can significantly enhance your stay.

From luxurious rooms to exquisite 5 star restaurants in Amritsar, and state-of-the-art wedding venues, your hospitality experience can be tailored to offer both elegance and authenticity. Ramada Encore Amritsar, with its well-rounded services and prime location, stands as a reliable option for travelers looking for premium experiences in the heart of the city.

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Where to Stay and Host Events in Navsari

Navsari, a serene city in Gujarat, is known for its cultural richness and hospitality. Whether you are visiting for leisure, work, or to host an event, Navsari offers diverse options to cater to your needs. Below, we delve into the best places to stay and organize events in this vibrant city.

Accommodation Options in Navsari

When searching for hotels in navsari, you'll find a mix of options ranging from budget-friendly stays to luxury accommodations. The city caters to a variety of preferences, ensuring comfort and convenience for all travelers.

Budget Hotels

Navsari has several budget-friendly hotels that offer clean and comfortable rooms at affordable rates. These are ideal for solo travelers, students, or those on a short business trip. Many budget hotels are located near the railway station or main city areas, ensuring easy access to transportation and local attractions.

Mid-Range Hotels

Mid-range hotels in Navsari provide upgraded amenities, including air-conditioned rooms, complimentary Wi-Fi, and on-site dining options. These hotels are perfect for families or business travelers seeking a balance between cost and comfort. Some even offer conference rooms and banquet facilities for small gatherings.

Luxury Hotels

For those seeking premium accommodations, Navsari has a selection of luxury hotels that offer top-notch amenities such as swimming pools, fine dining restaurants, and spa services. These establishments often provide personalized services to enhance your stay, making them an excellent choice for special occasions or extended visits.

Banquet Halls in Navsari

Hosting an event in Navsari is a seamless experience, thanks to the city’s well-equipped banquet halls. Whether you are planning a wedding, corporate event, or a social gathering, there are venues to suit every occasion.

Wedding Venues

Many banquet halls in navsari specialize in hosting weddings. These venues are spacious and often come with dedicated event management teams to assist with decorations, catering, and other arrangements. Some venues also have outdoor spaces for a more scenic celebration.

Corporate Event Spaces

Navsari is home to banquet halls designed specifically for corporate events, such as conferences, seminars, and workshops. These spaces are equipped with modern facilities like projectors, sound systems, and high-speed internet to ensure a professional setup.

Small-Scale Gatherings

For intimate events like birthday parties or anniversary celebrations, smaller banquet halls in Navsari provide a cozy and elegant ambiance. These venues often offer customizable packages, allowing you to tailor the event to your preferences.

Choosing the Right Hotel or Banquet Hall

When deciding on accommodation or an event venue in Navsari, consider the following factors:

Location

Opt for a centrally located hotel or banquet hall to ensure easy accessibility for your guests. Proximity to transportation hubs, local attractions, and essential services is a key consideration.

Amenities

Check for amenities that match your needs. For hotels, this could include Wi-Fi, room service, or a gym. For banquet halls, look for features like ample parking, in-house catering, and audiovisual equipment.

Capacity

Ensure the banquet hall you choose can comfortably accommodate your guest list. It’s advisable to confirm the seating arrangement and availability of additional spaces like a stage or lounge area.

Reviews and Recommendations

Reading online reviews or seeking recommendations from locals can help you gauge the quality of service and facilities offered by hotels and banquet halls in Navsari.

Popular Areas to Stay in Navsari

Certain neighborhoods in Navsari are particularly favored by visitors due to their strategic location and availability of amenities. These areas include:

Dudhia Talav: Known for its scenic beauty and proximity to key attractions.

Lunsikui: A bustling area with easy access to shopping and dining options.

Station Road: Ideal for travelers looking for convenience and connectivity.

Tips for Hosting an Event in Navsari

Plan Ahead: Book your venue well in advance, especially during peak seasons like wedding months or festival times.

Explore Catering Options: Many banquet halls offer in-house catering services, but you can also consider external caterers if you have specific preferences.

Decor and Setup: Discuss your theme and decor requirements with the venue’s event team to ensure a cohesive setup.

Guest Accommodation: If you have out-of-town guests, consider choosing a hotel with banquet facilities to simplify logistics.

Conclusion

Navsari is a city that blends tradition with modern amenities, making it a great destination for travelers and event hosts alike. From a wide range of hotels in Navsari to versatile banquet halls in Navsari, the city ensures a memorable experience for every visitor. By carefully selecting the right accommodation or venue, you can enjoy a hassle-free stay or host an event that leaves a lasting impression.

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Shop Wholesale Rubber Duckies in Bulk for Fun & Affordable Supplies

Rubber duckies are more than just cute bath-time companions. They’ve become a staple at parties, fundraisers, promotional events, and even as collectibles. Whether planning a themed event, running a retail business, or organizing a charity drive, buying Wholesale Rubber Duckies is a fun, budget-friendly way to spread joy.

From classic yellow ducks to themed designs like pirates, superheroes, and even holiday editions, the variety available in Bulk Rubber Duckies is endless. If you want to buy rubber ducks in large quantities, this guide will walk you through everything you need to know—from the best places to shop to creative ways to use them.

Why Rubber Duckies Are a Must-Have

Rubber ducks have been around for over a century, and their popularity hasn’t faded. But what makes them so timeless?

1) They Bring Instant Joy

There’s something undeniably cheerful about a rubber duck. Whether floating in a bathtub, lined up as party decorations, or used in duck races, they always bring smiles.

2) They’re Versatile

Rubber ducks aren’t just for kids. They’re used in:

- Baby Showers & Gender Reveals – Adorable decorations and favors.

- Carnival & Festival Games – Duck Pond games are always a hit.

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- Party Favors & Gifts – Unique giveaways for birthdays, weddings, and corporate events.

3) Budget-Friendly in Bulk

When you buy rubber ducks in bulk, you get more value for your money. Buying wholesale quantities is cost-effective, especially for event organizers, business promotions, and non-profits.

4) Perfect for Branding & Promotions

Businesses love using custom rubber ducks with logos printed on them for promotional giveaways. They’re quirky, memorable, and a fantastic way to keep your brand in customers’ minds.

Where to Buy Wholesale Rubber Duckies

You'll want to shop from a reputable supplier if you’re searching for high-quality, themed, or customizable bulk rubber duckies.

Top Online Store for Bulk Rubber Ducks

For a variety of unique rubber ducks, check out Luna Bella. They offer high-quality Mini Rubber Ducks Bulk, themed sets, and wholesale options at competitive prices.

Why Shop at Luna Bella?

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- Fast Shipping – Your ducks arrive quickly, making last-minute event planning stress-free.

- Excellent Customer Service – A trusted seller with great reviews.

Creative Ways to Use Bulk Rubber Duckies

The fun begins once you get your hands on a batch of Wholesale Rubber Duckies! Here are some creative ways to make the most of them:

1) Rubber Duck Races

Hosting a duck race is one of the most popular uses for bulk rubber ducks.

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- The first duck to cross the finish line wins!

These races are a hit at fundraisers and community events.

2) Baby Showers & Gender Reveals

Rubber duckies make adorable decorations for baby showers.

Fun Ideas:

- Blue & Pink Ducks: Have guests pick a color based on their gender prediction.

- Hidden Surprise Ducks: Use color-changing ducks in warm water to reveal the baby’s gender.

- Ducky-Themed Cake Toppers: Mini rubber ducks are perfect edible toppers!

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Rubber duckies are a carnival classic!

Duck Pond Game:

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Perfect for fairs, birthday parties, and school events.

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Business Promotion Ideas:

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Types of Rubber Ducks to Consider

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A BEAUTIFUL SOMEWHERE II CHAPTER THREE

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Chapter Three — Vienna

Chapter Summary: Stevie and JJ help out her mother with a sweet favour and talk about the past ... and the future ... and the present.

“Holy shit”

JJ’s voice echoes through the entrance hall of Richard’s fancy Figure 8 home. Her mother’s home. It still feels weird and Stevie wonders if it will ever stop feeling weird. This is so different from everything she’s ever known. The house she grew up in would probably fit inside one of the 6 guest bathrooms. And while it is not resentment she feels, there is a certain disconnect gnawing at her. This is her mother’s new reality, her new life. What if there is no space left for something that isn’t perfect and polished? For someone that isn’t?

“Told you, full kook.”

“Nah, this is more than just full kook. This is ‘I hired a kook to clean my pool’ kinda rich.” 

“Yeaaah. But mom is happy so — “

“Yeah, she seems like it.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Uh, we live in the same place? I see her all the time. We talk. I’m her favorite, remember?” 

Stevie does remember. Sometimes she wishes she didn’t remember all that much. That some memories would vanish and become part of the universe of forgotten things, like passwords to accounts you made at 14 or that genius idea for a new book you never bothered to write down because for sure you’ll remember later on and then you don’t.

Her mother has always held a soft spot for JJ. Maybe she can see the same magic in his eyes and the same vulnerability in his heart. Or maybe she is just so good at being a loving mother that it feels like a waste of love not to extend the sentiment to the boy who was never loved in the way he deserved.

“Oh, I remember. Every time we came home drunk after a party she gave me a disappointed look and you got a glass of water and an Advil.” 

“Well, it was always you who talked me into going to the parties in the first place so…” 

JJ can’t even finish the sentence without losing himself in a fit of laughter. It’s infectious. Radiant. As the harmony of their laughter sounds through the halls of this plastic palace, it feels like for a moment she is 16 again and life is easy and light. Laughing with JJ is a soothing kiss on the top of the head. It’s home.

“Stevie?” 

Her mother’s voice cuts through the haze of nostalgic joy and seconds later a smiling Leslie Collins rounds the corner. Her mother really does look happy. She’s wearing a flowy silk summer dress that must’ve been expensive. This, Stevie thinks, is the kind of person her mother always deserved to be. She has always been selfless and kind, soft and gentle but life never returned the favor. Not until now. All the shit she had to go through, all the fighting and the trying to stay afloat has finally paid off. Now she gets to live in a big house and wear nice expensive dresses and dance through life with a smile on her face. 

“Thank god you’re here. Oh and JJ you too! Even better. Two opinions I can count on, perfect.” 

Her mother embraces her then moves to JJ and pulls him into a hug. Back when they were kids JJ had a hard time accepting physical touches. When you always expect a slap to the face it must be hard to open up to a gentle stroke of the cheek. He has learned to trust them though, trust her and mom and his friends. And now, the man before her returns the hug with enthusiasm. 

“Mom, what are you talking about? Opinions on what exactly?” 

“The cake!” 

Seeing her mother’s expression, Stevie wonders for a second if she forgot about something. Was she supposed to pick up a cake? No that can't be right, the wedding is still quite a while away and she does remember her mom talking about narrowing down the selection but still not deciding on the actual flavor quite yet.

“The cake?”

“I love cake!” JJ chimes in which grants him another smile from Stevie’s mom.

“Yes, the cake. Richard and I were supposed to go sample our selections again and make a decision but now some of his family is in Charleston and we are going over to have lunch with them but we can’t reschedule the appointment with the bakery sooooo I need you, my sweet darling child, “ she explains and gives Stevie a teasing tap on the cheek, “and you JJ, to go and try the samples for me and make notes and help me with my decision. I have my favorites and so does Rich but we also want our guests to enjoy the cake so having some help with our decision would be great. You don’t have anything else planned, do you?” 

There is a nagging pain in the back of Stevie’s head, not a full-on headache but a sting, annoying and grueling. Mom isn’t to blame, it is true after all. Stevie has no plans. Nothing on her plate. Just time and time and time and nothing meaningful to fill them with. No jobs lined up. No ideas. Nothing. It still hurts when her mom says it so nonchalantly. 

“We’re so in! Trust me, Leslie we will give you a very detailed list of all our favorite flavors. I’ll try them several times even, just to make sure I give you the most accurate description.” 

“How selfless of you, JJ. Stevie, is that okay with you?” 

And how could she say no to that? How could she ever say no to her mom counting on her? Or JJ smiling at her like that? How could she ever say no to free cake?

“You know we could’ve just taken the car right?” 

JJ shakes his head as he walks down the little dock behind his house. It’s a cute house, small and homey and from the outside Stevie can tell that JJ has fixed up a lot of it himself. He lives here with John B. and Sarah. Not because he couldn’t afford to buy it for himself but because he doesn’t want to be alone. It breaks and mends her heart all at once to hear those words from him. And it makes her infinitely thankful for John B.

“Absolutely not! We are going to a cake tasting at the country club bakery. The same place we worked at years ago and had people treat us like shit. We’re going to arrive in style and they will fucking hate it.” 

“Okay, yeah. You have a point.” 

JJ leads her down the dock towards a small Fountain Sportfish Cruiser. All shiny blue and white and not unlike his father’s old Phantom. 

Stevie lets out a whistle as they approach the boat. “Look at that beauty.” 

“She’s my baby. Saved all my money after we opened the Shack and got her the moment I had enough. So let me introduce you to this jewel of the sea.” 

He always had a flair for the dramatic and in another life maybe JJ could’ve been an actor. He had that kind of unhinged theater kid vibe to him. But this was no other life, this was right here and now and so his eccentrics get channeled into his antics as he steps aboard the boat and holds out his hand to Stevie.

“Baby, this is Stevie, my wife.” 

Hearing those words will never fail to send a flurry of fireworks going off inside her. No matter if the days are numbered, Stevie takes a certain kind of pride in holding that title. She admits and acknowledges that the whole marriage was a silly little dream dreamt up by some silly little teenagers. Stupid, possibly. Irresponsibly, most definitely. But it felt right in that moment and she can’t blame her younger self for it. Being called JJ’s wife has a certain something to it. Still does.

“Stevie, this is Iris.” 

In a swirly font, dark blue on white it says “Iris” on the side of the boat and Stevie forgets how to breathe for a second.

JJ has that look on his face, that one that makes time stop. He’s waiting for her to say something, to acknowledge the roots of their past as they tangle themselves around the letters on the side of the boat. To see if she remembers. As if she could ever forget.

Suddenly images flood her mind. JJ and her, only much younger and with hearts less scarred. It’s a warm sunny day in that enchanted space somewhere between spring and summer where the world is still new but the air is heavy with the possibility of all the adventures yet to come. Stevie is in a pair of cut-off jeans and one of JJ’s sweaters. JJ’s hair is tousled and unkept and longer than usual. It was the year he tried to grow it out which only lasted a few weeks before he got annoyed with it and cut it shorter again. Stevie thought he looked like a Disney prince. 

“Mom says to tell you thanks for helping with the garden the other day.” 

The rays of sunshine feel warm against her skin as she lays on a blanket spread out in her backyard, JJ next to her.

“No problem. Garden looks great by the way, she did real good this year with all the flowers.” 

“Right? I think so too,” she lets her gaze wander around the yard, a kaleidoscope of colors. Pinks and Reds and Whites and Purples. “Which ones are your favorite?” 

JJ leans up on his elbows and surveys the yard for a moment. “Those purple and yellow ones”.

Stevie remembers so vividly the spark of warmth spreading through her heart as he said those words. 

“The Iris! That’s my favorite too!”

“Really, not the roses?” 

“No,  I mean I like roses, who doesn’t? But my mom has been planting Irises in our garden since I was little so they always remind me of home. I think — never mind.”

“Hey, uh-uh. What did you want to say?” 

“It’s stupid.”

But JJ never thought so and if he did he never let her notice. JJ always gave you the feeling of being the most interesting person on earth with the way he listened so intensely.

“Never. Come on, spill.” 

“I think I might want to call my future kid Iris. If I ever have a daughter that is.” 

He’s quiet for a second, contemplating, then scrunches his nose. “Nah. Doesn’t match with the last name.” 

“Iris Collins? You think that doesn’t match?” 

“Not Collins. Maybank.” 

“Maybank huh? You stealing my hypothetical future kid’s name now?” 

“Nah,” JJ replies and pulls Stevie into his arms. “Just think if we’re talking about hypothetical future kids — they might as well be ours. Because I’d really like to spend my hypothetical future with you. Marriage and kids and all.” 

It’s the first time they ever talked about this. Of course she wanted this, at 15 it feels like your love is all-consuming and everlasting. But this is the first time they truly ever mentioned it. The first time JJ ever mentioned it. And it means everything.

It meant everything then and it means everything now that she is stepping on a boat named after their silly little fantasy.

“That’s a beautiful name.” 

“Thanks. Named her after a dream I once had.” 

“I feel so bougie this is weird.” 

“But a good weird, right?” 

The patio of the country club is drenched in sunlight, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore mixes with the gentle hum of the jazz music coming from the overhead speakers as more and more cake slices get placed on the table in front of them. 

Stevie and JJ are both well familiar with the fancy white dishes with the silver trim around the edges. So many hours have been spent carrying plates to and from the tables, fake smiles plastered on their faces in order to hopefully get a little tip from the guests. It hardly ever worked. Tourists were the only ones who would tip them well, the local kooks just stuck up their noses, sometimes adding a mean comment to the mix for good measure. 

“Yeah, a good weird. If the kooks could see us now, they’d hate it so much. Kelce and Ruthie and all those assholes.” 

“Imagine if our younger selves could see us now, I don’t think they would believe it.” 

JJ takes a sip of the complementary champagne that was provided to them — actual champagne! Not sparkling wine or prosecco. Champagne! Though Stevie must admit she much prefers a can of ice-cold beer by the lake to this fizzy concoction. Still feels nice to be fancy for once. 

“Uh, yeah. I promised you one day we’d be the ones they’d serve fancy food to on fancy plates with their fancy bow ties and their fancy fizzy drinks. I always knew we’d end up here one day.” 

“When did you ever say that, JJ?” 

“It was right there,” he says and points to a bench by the side of the building a bit further away and outside of the few of the guests. “someone had just spilled red wine on you and made a stupid comment and you were crying and this close to quitting. And I said — “ 

“Oh, I remember! It was that bitch Abby who spilled her wine on me, on purpose.” 

“Right! Well, remember what I said?” 

“You said Pogues ain’t no quitters.”

“True.”

“And you said to let them talk because one day we’ll sit right there and drink champagne from crystal glasses and eat food out on the patio and they will hate it.”

“Mmh.”

“And if I remember correctly you said it might take until we’re in our 40s and your hair will be all gone and my boobs might be saggy by then.” 

JJ laughs before combing one hand through his golden sunkissed hair.

“Thank god I was wrong about the timing. Hair is still all intact and your boobs are still phenomenal.” 

Another plate is placed before them and a silent understanding passes as they both reach for one of the ridiculously tiny forks provided. An understanding that some things can stay unspoken. That sometimes life gives you moments that are all yours to feel. Where the younger version of you is watching from somewhere deep inside your heart and all you get to feel is pride and happiness.

“Holy shit, this raspberry and white chocolate one is amazing. That’s my favorite.” 

“JJ, it’s the first one you tried.” 

“Sometimes you know right away.” 

Yeah, she thinks looking into his eyes as they are filled with undiluted joy, sometimes you know all along.

“Are you ever sad we didn’t have this?” 

“Hmm?”

Stevie is looking up at JJ now, surprised by the change in tone. Where just seconds ago he was joking around now there is a sense of sincerity and vulnerability.

“You know, for our wedding. The whole big ass cake and invitations printed on thick paper and a real proper reception.” 

As most little girls do, Stevie had thought about what she wanted her wedding to be like from the moment she had first watched The Little Mermaid on VHS. Big poofy dress, a cake at least 4 layers high with little figurines on top resembling her and her husband, and maybe having it happen on a big ship wouldn’t have been too bad either. But those ideas changed as she got older, warped and vanished, and got replaced by different ones.

And then JJ shook it all up in the best and most unexpected way.

“I loved our wedding, JJ. It was perfect.”

“But did you not want this? More?”

“No. It was you and our friends and that’s all I needed. If anything I think I might have wanted my mom there and Syd.”

“Well, next time I’ll give you a big wedding and we’ll invite everyone we know.” 

“Nex time?”

“Yeah,” JJ says and nonchalantly shrugs his shoulder before stuffing his mouth with another bite of cake — carrot cake with vanilla buttercream. “I thought I was being obvious. I’m gonna make you fall head over heels back in love with me and then obviously we’re going to have to renew our vows. And now we actually have money to throw a big wedding soooo.” 

Leave it to JJ to say something earth-shattering like this that makes the earth stop spinning all while looking unbothered and sampling another piece of cake — lemon cake with lavender buttercream. “I don’t like this one. Tastes a bit soapy.” 

“JJ.”

“Huh?” 

“We — you can’t just say stuff like that.” 

“Sorry. Does taste soapy though, no offense to the baker I’m sure it’s on purpose.”

“Not that. The other thing!” 

“Oh,” he replies and wipes some crumbs from the corner of his mouth “Don’t freak out. I was just joking. Obviously.” 

He tries to underline his words with a smile, a shrug of the shoulders. But Stevie is not sure she believes him. Not sure if a joke was really all that was.

And she’s not sure why his words being a joke feels so damn devastating to her.

“Okay so top 3” 

“Raspberry and white chocolate”

“Yup.” 

“Key lime and coconut ”

“Agreed.” 

“and third is French Vanilla with Sea Salt Caramel” 

“Absolutely!”

The sun is about to dip behind the horizon painting the sky in vivid shades of orange and gold. Stevie always loved this time of day. It feels special. The heat of the day is cooling down just a little and the cicadas start to sing. 

Her back rests against the wooden swing on JJ’s porch. “Every porch obviously needs a porch swing, it’s science,” he told her. It makes perfect sense in every which way you want to look at it. 

“Your mom is going to be so proud of us we nailed this list. Everyone at the wedding is gonna be like ‘damn who chose those delicious cakes?’ And we’re gonna be like ‘It was us, you’re welcome’!”

Stevie takes a sip from the ice-cold beer clutched in her hand. There’s just something about sharing a beer with an old friend on a warm summer evening. An old friend who is also your husband and probably the love of your life? But those are feelings Stevie is not ready to face. Not now. Maybe not ever.

“Well, least something she can be proud of me for.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Work has been going pretty shit lately. Mom made all these sacrifices to support my interests and send me to all these writing classes and everything. She believed in me and my talents and what do I have to show for myself? Fuck all. I want to write a book so badly but all my ideas get stuck somewhere between my head and my hands and end up in this endless nothingness. So I keep a roof over my head by writing about horoscopes and D-list celebrities for sketchy clickbait blogs. And oh I forgot the last thing I wrote was a quiz telling you what kind of cheese you are based on your favorite Taylor Swift album. So much for that great writing career, I was dreaming of.” 

“First of all, that quiz was great. I’m brie, if you’re curious.” 

“You did the quiz?” 

“Yeah,” he says and throws his empty beer can towards the trashcan by the door, missing by a mile. “I read everything you write. Just because you disappeared doesn’t mean I didn’t keep tabs on you even if all I got was clickbait articles and fun quizzes. Was enough for me to know you wrote it. I was always your biggest fan, that hasn’t changed.” 

Back when they were kids and Stevie started writing little nonsensical stories, JJ was always the first one who got to read them and he would give her actual feedback on them, always honest but never mean. JJ was her first fan, her first supporter, her first reader. 

“Thank you, JJ. It’s — It feels good to hear that.” 

“Sure. You always had my back, not sure I ever really told you how brilliant I think you are.” 

“Well at this point you are the only one thinking that, unfortunately” 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you of all people have to be reminded of what Billy Joel says.” 

“Huh?”

“You made me listen to Vienna ad nauseam and now you don’t remember the words? ‘Slow down, you're doing fine. You can't be everything you wanna be before your time'. Those words mean anything to you?” 

Stevie is unsure what surprises her more, his statement or the fact that he knows the term ad nauseam and how to use it correctly. Either way, him quoting Billy Joel to her sends tiny sparks up her back.

“I just feel so lost. What story do I possibly have to tell that the world needs to hear?”

“Us. You should write about us.” 

Stevie raises her eyebrow in confusion. “You and I?”

“No. Well, yes. But not just us. All of the Pogues. About our life here, our adventures, our family. I think it’s a story people would like to hear and who better to tell it than you? Princess Pogue herself?“

There’s nothing sexier, nothing more gut-wrenchingly wonderful than a person who believes in you entirely and irrevocably. Even when you don’t believe in yourself. Especially when you don’t believe in yourself.

“That’s — not a bad idea actually.” 

“I do have those occasionally. Now you have to dedicate the book to me though, you know that right? It’s important to me to hear you say that.” 

As if moving on autopilot, Stevie leans towards JJ and places a soft kiss against his cheek.

“I promise.” 

His words from earlier come swirling back through Stevie’s mind. “I’m gonna make you fall head over heal back in love with me” 

And for the first time since she’s back in the Outer Banks, Stevie allows herself to entertain that thought. Just for a second. And then one more and one more.

And she doesn’t stop thinking about it during her entire way back to the plastic palace.

And she still hears his voice as she closes her eyes and falls into a dreamless sleep.

[vegas-party-pulse]

Top 10 Tips for Planning the Perfect Vegas Bachelorette Party

You know that a Vegas bachelorette party should be a uniquely memorable event. You might even have a few clever ideas on how to celebrate the bride-to-be. But planning and pulling off the ultimate bachelorette bash? That’s quite another matter – and you may have your work cut out for you.

But you can keep smiling, because we have expert advice that will make it much easier to plan the ultimate final fling-before-the-ring celebration. Here are our top 10 tips for stress-free bachelorette party planning.

No. 1: Start Planning Early

While there’s no rule as to when a bachelorette party should be, tradition calls for celebrating a few weeks before the wedding. Decide on a date (with the bride-to-be’s input, of course) and start planning as soon as possible, preferably at least a few months out. That way, you’ll have plenty of time for figure out the logistics.

No. 2: Agree on a Budget

In Las Vegas, you can find great deals on meals, lodging and entertainment – and if you expect the bachelorette party guests to chip in, you’ll need to make sure they’re all comfortable with the cost. However, it’s a good idea to tell everyone to be prepared to spend a little more than planned, as Vegas is an expensive city.

No. 3: Discuss the Invite List

Who should be invited to the bachelorette party? That’s up to the bride-to-be, and getting her to make or approve the guest list is a good idea. Aim to keep the party squad on the small side if possible, though, as planning an event for a large group of ladies will be much more of a challenge.

No. 4: Plan for the Bride-to-Be

You shouldn’t ask the bachelorette for party ideas -- that would ruin the surprise – but you absolutely should get a feel for what type of gathering she wants. Talk about whether she’s hoping for a wild night out, a super low-key celebration or something in-between. Then, make a plan that reflects her vision for the bachelorette bash.

No. 5: Ask Others to Help

There’s no reason for you to take on the bachelorette party planning on your own. Delegate tasks, letting people do what they do best. A creative friend could come up with unique party favors, perhaps, while a foodie takes care of the dinner reservations. Take the divide-and-conquer approach, and you’ll have a much easier time.

No. 6: Work Out Social Media Use

Everything posted online stays there forever – but what happens at a Vegas bachelorette party should probably stay here. Ask the bride-to-be what she is and isn’t comfortable with people sharing publicly and whether she’d like the guests to use a certain social media platform, then make sure everyone else understands her wishes.

No. 7: Don’t Overdo It

When planning a destination bachelorette party, you may think several days packed with plenty of activities would be perfect. The truth is, a long weekend is a good amount of time to get a taste of what Las Vegas has to offer – and if the schedule is too busy, no one will be able to relax and enjoy the occasion.

No. 8: Buy Supplies Online

No bachelorette bash is complete without decorations, right? You can get fun balloons, banners, photo props, confetti poppers, personalized drinking glasses and anything else you need online – including supplies that are specifically geared toward a Vegas party. Shopping online not only gives you more choices, it can also save you money.

No. 9: Make a Packing List

To make things easier on everyone, make a list of the types of outfits and gear all of the guests will need during their visit to Las Vegas. Letting people know what to pack helps ensure they arrive prepared for the bachelorette party activities. Share the packing list several weeks before the trip to provide ample time for any necessary shopping.

No. 10: Have Backup Plans

Are you planning to go to a pool party or making arrangements for any other outdoor activities? Come up with an alternative in case it rains. For indoor diversions, there’s always the Las Vegas outlets and Forum Shops at Caesars Palace. Or, everyone could get pampered at the spa. Choose an agreeable activity, and the rain won’t ruin your fun.

One last tip – don’t get caught up in the idea that you have to plan the perfect Vegas bachelorette party. The bride-to-be is sure to be happy simply spending time with her best buds, and making her happy is what really counts. Keep that in mind, and you’ll do just fine with the planning.

[ashishtiwari2003]

The Allure of Destination Weddings: A Journey to Forever

For couples seeking an extraordinary wedding experience, the allure of a destination wedding is an ever-growing trend. This unique approach allows them to exchange vows in stunning locales, creating memories that last a lifetime. In this article, we delve into the world of destination weddings, exploring the benefits and considerations that come with this distinctive celebration.

Unveiling the Romance

The backdrop of a destination wedding is often breathtaking, offering picturesque landscapes that serve as a canvas for love. Whether it's a beach, a historic city, or a mountain retreat, the allure lies in creating an intimate setting for the couple and their guests. Sharing these moments in a unique location elevates the romantic ambiance and fosters a deeper connection.

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1.1 Unforgettable Backdrops

Imagine saying "I do" against the backdrop of a golden sunset on a tropical beach or beneath the twinkling stars in a historic courtyard. These settings add a touch of magic to the ceremony, making it a visually stunning experience.

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1.2 Intimate Settings

Destination weddings often translate to smaller guest lists, creating an intimate atmosphere. With a more exclusive group, couples can spend quality time with each guest, strengthening bonds and ensuring everyone feels an essential part of the celebration.

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1.3 Quality Time with Loved Ones

Unlike traditional weddings that may span a few hours, destination weddings often extend over several days. This extended time frame allows couples to share meaningful moments with their closest friends and family, fostering a sense of togetherness.

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Simplifying the Planning Process

Contrary to common belief, planning a destination wedding can be less stressful than organizing a local one. Many resorts and venues offer comprehensive, all-inclusive packages that simplify the process for couples, ensuring everything is taken care of.

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2.1 All-Inclusive Packages

These packages often include accommodation, catering, decor, and even wedding coordination services. This streamlined approach not only eases the planning burden but also provides couples with more time to enjoy their engagement.

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2.2 Professional Assistance

Destination wedding venues frequently have experienced staff dedicated to orchestrating these events. Having professionals on-site who understand the local logistics and can navigate potential challenges ensures a smoother planning experience.

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2.3 Stress-Free Coordination

Couples can opt for wedding planners who specialize in destination weddings. These experts can handle the intricacies of organizing an event in an unfamiliar location, allowing the couple to focus on the excitement of their impending nuptials.

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Creating Lasting Memories

One of the most significant advantages of a destination wedding is the potential for creating lasting memories that go beyond the wedding day itself.

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3.1 Extended Celebration

Traditional weddings can feel rushed, with the ceremony, reception, and festivities all compressed into one day. Destination weddings, on the other hand, offer a more leisurely pace, allowing for pre-wedding activities, the ceremony, and post-wedding celebrations.

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3.2 Adventure and Exploration

For couples with a love for adventure, destination weddings open the door to exploring new places. From hiking in scenic landscapes to exploring cultural landmarks, couples can embark on memorable adventures with their wedding as the centerpiece.

3.3 Intertwining Culture and Love

Choosing a destination that holds cultural significance to the couple adds an extra layer of meaning to the celebration. Incorporating local traditions and customs enhances the wedding experience, creating a unique and personalized event.

Considering the Financial Aspect

While destination weddings offer numerous advantages, it's crucial to consider the financial implications and find a balance between creating a dream celebration and staying within budget.

4.1 Cost-Effective Options

Contrary to common perception, destination weddings can be cost-effective. Many resorts and venues offer packages that bundle various services, potentially resulting in savings compared to organizing individual elements separately.

4.2 Guest Contribution Opportunities

Guests attending a destination wedding often understand the additional expenses involved. Couples can communicate openly about their expectations, and some guests may even contribute to certain aspects of the celebration, such as excursions or group activities.

4.3 Balancing Budget and Luxury

Couples can tailor their destination wedding to align with their budget. From choosing a more affordable location to being selective with additional expenses, it's possible to strike a balance between creating a luxurious experience and managing costs.

Addressing Concerns

While the allure of destination weddings is evident, some concerns may arise, requiring careful consideration.

5.1 Guest Attendance

Not all guests may be able to attend a destination wedding due to various factors, including financial constraints or travel restrictions. Couples should be understanding of their guests' situations and communicate the details well in advance.

5.2 Cultural Sensitivity

Selecting a destination with cultural differences requires sensitivity. Couples should research and understand local customs, ensuring that their celebration respects and embraces the culture of the chosen location.

5.3 Legal Requirements and Considerations

Different destinations have varying legal requirements for marriages. Couples need to research and comply with the necessary paperwork and legalities to ensure their marriage is recognized.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the question of whether to have a destination wedding is deeply personal. For couples seeking a unique, romantic, and memorable experience, the benefits often outweigh the challenges. The key is to plan thoughtfully, communicate openly with guests, and embrace the journey of creating a celebration that reflects the love and commitment between two individuals. 

[catering07]

Unveiling Splendor: Exploring the Finest Wedding Banquet Halls for Your Special Day

Absolutely outstanding is required for your special day; anything less will not do. Imagine having your wedding and reception at a stunning location that oozes luxury, style, and unrivaled grandeur. Your fantasies will come true at one of the luxurious wedding banquet hall offered by Blue Sea Catering and Banquets, known for their outstanding service and attention to detail. We shall delve into the world of extraordinary venues in this blog, each of which promises a truly magnificent setting for the most special day of your life.

Learn more about Blue Sea Catering and Banquets, a luxurious wedding venue. 

It offers its clients luxurious amenities and is one of Mumbai's best locations for opulent weddings. Its location in Mumbai's Worli neighborhood provides stunning views of the Arabian Sea and the waterway between Bandra and Worli. Thanks to its stunning designs and top-notch amenities, this place can host any occasion or event. For your wedding day, a pool party, a cocktail hour, a Haldi ceremony, or any other grand event, you can definitely go for this luxurious venue. 

Due to its 150–700 person capacity, this banquet hall with a cutting-edge design, and open-air patio in front of the renowned Arabian Sea, makes this venue worth your special day. It provides you and your visitors with the greatest services thanks to its depth of knowledge, insight, and experience. It gives florists the ability to create decorations around a particular theme according to your wish and offers unique décor and centerpieces for your event. A variety of foods and drinks are available for people to pick from, whether they favor Indian or other cuisines. Thanks to its incredible features and amenities, this location has solidified its spot on the list of Mumbai's most extravagant luxury wedding venues. A magnificent, extraordinary dining space that is ideal for your opulent wedding.

Royal Elegance Banquet Hall:

Imagine exchanging vows in a hall that exudes regal charm. With its towering ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and ornate detailing, the Royal Elegance Hall creates an ambiance fit for royalty. Every corner of this hall is a masterpiece in itself, setting the stage for a wedding that will be remembered for generations.

Oceanfront Oasis

For couples who want to tie the knot by the sea, the Oceanfront Oasis is a paradise of serenity. With the sound of waves as your backdrop and the salty breeze in the air, this venue brings the beauty of the ocean to your celebration. It's a place where love meets the horizon.

Wrapping up! 

Blue Sea Catering and Banquets knows that your wedding day should be nothing less than exceptional. They hope to create amazing moments that showcase your distinctive style and vision with their collection of opulent wedding locations. You can rely on them to provide the excellent service, careful planning, and dedication to perfection you've always wanted for your wedding day. Count on Blue Sea Catering and Banquets to transform your wedding into an unforgettable event that will be remembered forever.

One of the most premium wedding locations you will ever come across in the nation, it ensures to give you first-rate and luxury services that will undoubtedly make your guests smile. So what are you waiting for? Hurry up! For your upcoming event, reserve this location right away and leave all of your worries to Blue Sea Catering and Banquets. Make your special day memorable and grand. 

Taking everything into account, the finest wedding banquet halls offer more than just spaces; they offer experiences that become cherished memories. Your special day deserves a backdrop of splendor, and this wedding banquet hall provides the canvas upon which your love story will be painted for eternity.

[lou-struck]

You’re not the Stripper, are you?

Police Officer Daichi Sawamura x F reader.

~A little mix-up at your Best Friend’s Bachelorette party works in your favor.

WC 1,000+

While your best friends story started with one knee and a ring, your story started with a sparkly bottle of Champaign that said “Will you be my Maid of Honor?” Of course you said yes, she is your best friend after all and the two of you have been planning her wedding for ages everything was organized in dream journals and Pinterest boards. However, the one thing that was never planned was her Bachelorette party because you told her long ago that that is the job of her Maid of Honor.

Now that you are older, you understand what exactly it means to be a Maid of Honor. It is a huge time commitment and planning an awesome bachelorette party and so you and your best friends matron of Honor decided to split the responsibilities (and the cost) that comes with planning an all-out rager.

Due to the strict work schedules of the others, you decided to book a rental property in the city. The house is huge, it’s too much of a score to just leave it all night unattended so incorporating the house into the party became a pillar in the party planning process.

Arriving at the house early Friday afternoon the group decided to play the routine how well do you know the bride games, relax by the pool, and get a little tipsy. However, being the great friend you are, you are maintaining a semblance of sobriety so that your friend can let loose this weekend before she ties the knot.

After a few hours of dancing and partying, its the late evening a loud knock on the door catches your attention drawing you away from the rest of the guests. Opening the door you are surprised to see a very attractive man wearing a police uniform. His well-built frame and easy smile lead you to believe that he is the stripper that the Brides sister was talking about booking.

“Hey there, come on in and I can help you get set up.” you smile at the handsome stranger who is taken aback by your words.

“Miss, some neighbors have called in a noise complaint about this residence. Is everything alright?” He says looking a little confused with your invitation but comes inside with you anyways just in case there is something happening that you can’t talk about outside.

You lead him to the unoccupied living room where gifts were opened earlier. And begin to move aside some of the leftover paper scraps to make an open space for the Stripper.

“Where in the room would you like to set up? The bride isn’t very interested in going too far so just a lap dance would be….” you look over at him again a little closer and realize that he has a full belt of equipment, strippers usually don’t carry stun guns and radios. “You’re not the Stripper are you?” you ask suddenly feeling really stupid.

He looks just as embarrassed his face is red and he is really trying to not burst out laughing in your face. “I’m afraid not Miss, Bachelorette party?” he questions.

You begin to apologize profusely telling him, “I am so sorry, I’m an idiot, you’re not a stripper.” your face feels so warm that you may just drop dead right thereof embarrassment, it too much and you go to sit down on the couch burying your face in your hands.

“Can I ask why you thought I was a stripper,” he asks sitting down next to you wanting to make sure that you are okay.

“Um... Because you are like really good-looking, I thought you were a stripper., this is so embarrassing. I am so sorry Officer…”

“Officer Sawamura Daichi and I don’t mind a bit, this will make for a good story one of these days.” He looks at you kindly making you feel not as embarrassed. “But if you want to make it up to me, could you please tell me your name?” He asks. Are you hallucinating or is he flirting with you?

“It’s Y/n, sir. My friend is getting married next week and I may have stretched myself too thin getting ready for her wedding.

“He nods politely and gets a little smile on his face. “Oh, so you’re the Maid of Honor then, would I be too forward if I asked if you had a plus one.”

“Oh shit!” you think to yourself, “He really is flirting with you” You look at him and send him a sly smile “I don’t, are you interested Officer?”

“As a matter of fact I am,” he says before his radio begins to go off, you quickly jot your number down on a piece of wrapping paper and send the fine officer of the Law on his way.

You rejoin the group and get back to the party helping everyone wind down and clean up so you all can do a brunch the next morning. Going to sleep feeling utterly exhausted you forget about your encounter with the false entertainer and drift off into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning you head downstairs to head to brunch with the rest of the girls sitting next to your friend in the uber on the way there.

Your phone buzzes and you look down to see a text from a new number.

Hey! It’s the “Stripper” from last night. If you’re still interested would you maybe want to grab coffee with me later this week?

You cant hide your smile and you text him back a, yes only to meet the eyes of your Bridal Bestie, who can tell that there is something on your mind. You fill her and the rest of the party in on what happened to you last night.

Two weeks later, you give your toast at the wedding meeting the familiar chocolate brown eyes of your date who shoots you a quick wink as he raises his glass for the happy couple.

[merrybrides]

Christmas Wedding Ideas That'll Put You in the Holiday Spirit

It's the most wonderful time of the year—for a Christmas wedding! If you're a holiday enthusiast like we are, you might want to consider throwing a winter wedding close to Christmas. A December wedding can be the perfect opportunity to celebrate the season and throw the best holiday party ever.

Style the Invitation Suite

Just as the invitation suite sets the tone for the big day, the invitation suite will set the scene of your wedding photo gallery and/or album. For this reason, it's a great place to embrace the season by styling paper goods with accents like ornaments, ribbon, and greenery.

Welcome Guests

To subtlety welcome guests to a December wedding, consider adding an ornament to the welcome bag. You can choose any style you like but try to match it with some aspect of your wedding—whether that be the destination, theme, or color palette.

Set the Scene

Of course, greenery is a natural choice for a Christmas wedding. But that doesn't mean you have to use it in an expected way. Here, we love how garlands are used to line the tent draping, chandeliers, and pool—plus, you can't help but notice the berry accents and classic red ribbon!

Frame the Altar With Christmas Trees

What's a Christmas-themed wedding without Christmas trees? Frame your altar with evergreens adorned in lights—bonus points if you are getting married after the sun sets!

Serve Festive Cocktails

Incorporating flavors like eggnog, peppermint, and cranberry into your food and beverage can be a nice (yet subtle!) way to add a dose of Christmas charm.

Print Custom Napkins

Any signature cocktail needs a signature napkin to match. We're obsessed with this chic and fitting wordplay!

Make Special Signage

From invitations to signage and cocktail names, you can take your Christmas wedding to the next level by using special language throughout the day. At this real wedding, the couple not only named their signature cocktail "Jingle Juice"—they made it known by adding a festive jingle bell straw (with a name tag!) to each crystal-cut glass.

Serve Tree-Shaped Canapés

Certain dishes can easily take on a holiday form—quite literally! Just look at these Christmas tree-shaped canapés made with cucumbers, cheese, and nuts.

Embrace a Holiday Palette

We've mentioned this before but think before you go all out red and green for a Christmas wedding. Instead, we say pick your favorite holiday hue and do it up with metallic and neutral accents like this midcentury modern rental furniture, textured linens, and flocked Christmas tree.

Have Jingle Bells

Give everyone a jingle bell favor—then, make them double as escort cards before dinner. We love this elevated take on the Christmas tradition so much that we say embrace it and have everyone ring the bell at the same time before toasts begin. Trust us: It'll create a moment you (and your guests) won't soon forget!

Utilize Seasonal Blooms

Potted amaryllis flowers are a staple this time of year, so why not use them in your winter wedding décor?! Take this look to the next level by surrounding the arrangements with emerald green paper goods and metallic ornament accents.

Set the Table

A Christmas table can be set any number of ways (think greenery garlands and more!) but we're especially fond of making the meal the center of attention with a wreath around each charger. After all, this is a season about gathering so use your table décor to do just that!

Decorate with Greenery

Create homey holiday vibes by hanging greenery as you would at home. We're all about this pinecone-accented wreath, gathering of Christmas trees, and modern wrapped orbs.

Hang String Lights

There's nothing we love more than an overabundance of magical twinkle lights. They create a romantic atmosphere no matter the season—plus, they can make a big impact without a big cost.

Set Up a Bourbon Bar

Let guests spike their own cocktails by setting up a self-serve tasting bar.

Gift Ornaments

Here's an idea for favors that your guests will actually want to keep: Have a calligrapher write everyone's names on pretty glass ornaments. There are a million ways to creatively display them for your guests to grab on the way to their seats—or out the door!

Send Guests Home with a Treat

It's no secret that wedding guests want something to eat or drink as a favor. Give them what they want by making small batches of eggnog and serving it in mini, portable jugs or hot cocoa mix in mason jars. That way, the celebration can continue after the wedding is over.

Make it "Snow"!

If snowflakes aren't in the forecast, make your own in the form of a confetti shower!

[udaynavsarihotels]

Navsari’s Best Spots for Hosting Events and Relaxing Stays

Navsari, a serene city in Gujarat, is known for its cultural richness and hospitality. Whether you are visiting for leisure, work, or to host an event, Navsari offers diverse options to cater to your needs. Below, we delve into the best places to stay and organize events in this vibrant city.

Accommodation Options in Navsari

When searching for hotels in navsari, you’ll find a mix of options ranging from budget-friendly stays to luxury accommodations. The city caters to a variety of preferences, ensuring comfort and convenience for all travelers.

Budget Hotels

Navsari has several budget-friendly hotels that offer clean and comfortable rooms at affordable rates. These are ideal for solo travelers, students, or those on a short business trip. Many budget hotels are located near the railway station or main city areas, ensuring easy access to transportation and local attractions.

Mid-Range Hotels

Mid-range hotels in Navsari provide upgraded amenities, including air-conditioned rooms, complimentary Wi-Fi, and on-site dining options. These hotels are perfect for families or business travelers seeking a balance between cost and comfort. Some even offer conference rooms and banquet facilities for small gatherings.

Luxury Hotels

For those seeking premium accommodations, Navsari has a selection of luxury hotels that offer top-notch amenities such as swimming pools, fine dining restaurants, and spa services. These establishments often provide personalized services to enhance your stay, making them an excellent choice for special occasions or extended visits.

Banquet Halls in Navsari

Hosting an event in Navsari is a seamless experience, thanks to the city’s well-equipped banquet halls. Whether you are planning a wedding, corporate event, or a social gathering, there are venues to suit every occasion.

Wedding Venues

Many banquet halls in navsari specialize in hosting weddings. These venues are spacious and often come with dedicated event management teams to assist with decorations, catering, and other arrangements. Some venues also have outdoor spaces for a more scenic celebration.

Corporate Event Spaces

Navsari is home to banquet halls designed specifically for corporate events, such as conferences, seminars, and workshops. These spaces are equipped with modern facilities like projectors, sound systems, and high-speed internet to ensure a professional setup.

Small-Scale Gatherings

For intimate events like birthday parties or anniversary celebrations, smaller banquet halls in Navsari provide a cozy and elegant ambiance. These venues often offer customizable packages, allowing you to tailor the event to your preferences.

Choosing the Right Hotel or Banquet Hall

When deciding on accommodation or an event venue in Navsari, consider the following factors:

Location

Opt for a centrally located hotel or banquet hall to ensure easy accessibility for your guests. Proximity to transportation hubs, local attractions, and essential services is a key consideration.

Amenities

Check for amenities that match your needs. For hotels, this could include Wi-Fi, room service, or a gym. For banquet halls, look for features like ample parking, in-house catering, and audiovisual equipment.

Capacity

Ensure the banquet hall you choose can comfortably accommodate your guest list. It’s advisable to confirm the seating arrangement and availability of additional spaces like a stage or lounge area.

Reviews and Recommendations

Reading online reviews or seeking recommendations from locals can help you gauge the quality of service and facilities offered by hotels and banquet halls in Navsari.

Popular Areas to Stay in Navsari

Certain neighborhoods in Navsari are particularly favored by visitors due to their strategic location and availability of amenities. These areas include:

Dudhia Talav: Known for its scenic beauty and proximity to key attractions.

Lunsikui: A bustling area with easy access to shopping and dining options.

Station Road: Ideal for travelers looking for convenience and connectivity.

Tips for Hosting an Event in Navsari

Plan Ahead: Book your venue well in advance, especially during peak seasons like wedding months or festival times.

Explore Catering Options: Many banquet halls offer in-house catering services, but you can also consider external caterers if you have specific preferences.

Decor and Setup: Discuss your theme and decor requirements with the venue’s event team to ensure a cohesive setup.

Guest Accommodation: If you have out-of-town guests, consider choosing a hotel with banquet facilities to simplify logistics.

Conclusion

Navsari is a city that blends tradition with modern amenities, making it a great destination for travelers and event hosts alike. From a wide range of hotels in Navsari to versatile banquet halls in Navsari, the city ensures a memorable experience for every visitor. By carefully selecting the right accommodation or venue, you can enjoy a hassle-free stay or host an event that leaves a lasting impression.

[winterrose527]

have you done an Ella - museum curator, Robb - investor on a tour work??

Ummmm no I had not! And wow was this one cathartic to write. It came out way longer than expected because this is a subject near and dear to my heart...

Thank you for this prompt!!

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She was so sick of this shit.

Over a year of it. Ever since the governor’s order in April 2020. Back then she’d almost believed it was just a blip, a couple of weeks. A vacation, almost.

But then the ban on gatherings. The shutdowns. Finally the masks.

Every museum in the country had shut its doors along with libraries, movie theaters, and every other place desperate parents could take their children on a rainy Saturday.

Theirs had been luckier than most. An endowment a few years prior, which had been earmarked but not mandated for an expansion had been used to keep the lights on and the staff fed - literally. Their programming had gone virtual and understandably attendance had dropped but not entirely – thanks to a few local artists that had generously donated their time for a last minute plug.

Ever since restrictions had lifted, the crowds had returned somewhat. A rainy spring and summer had helped, but they were nowhere near their ‘pre-pandemic’ levels (and with the Delta variant on the rise she wasn’t super comfortable with the term ‘post-pandemic’ to describe their current state of affairs).

She wouldn’t say that today though.

No, today everything would be rosy – not just the botanical gardens that abutted the museum and had been started in 1853 – no, 1854.

Not that she imagined the potential donor would be fact checking her but nevertheless there was no room for error. She needed to represent the museum well. Her colleagues were counting on her – not to mention the collection itself depended on her.

The board had decided at its most recent meeting if they didn’t get an influx of donations within this quarter they were going to sell off a few pieces from the collection.

There was nothing sadder to a museum than deaccessioning. The staff all loved and protected the collection, and they truly felt the impact they and it had on the community. Myrcella loved to walk through the galleries on Thursday afternoons to see the regulars who’d come to visit the paintings like old friends of theirs, stopping by to say hello to a Baroque oil here or an Impressionist watercolor there.

So if schmoozing yet another prospective donor was what it took to mean that Mr. Poole’s favorite still-life stayed put for his bi-weekly Wednesday morning visit, then she would schmooze. She would schmooze Sansa Stark like her life depended on it.

She knew Sansa Stark sort of. It was the sort of thing where pre-pandemic they had run into each other at half a dozen events every year and always had a lovely chat and discussed getting together and then never did. The North was a small world and they ran in similar circles. But they weren’t friends.

Still, she was her best bet. From the wealthiest and most philanthropic family in the North, of course she was.

And she had to deliver.

The board had all made it clear that they expected results, and it had been suggested that really Myrcella Baratheon shouldn’t have such a hard time finding donors. But all her usual suspects had come to her with their own sob stories full of please tell me you won’t shut your doors but without any promise of relief, and the people she knew down south – the sort that profited from the world being in such dire straits had no interest in a little regional museum. No matter how much she marketed it as a hidden jewel.

To them, there was little worth in a jewel hidden, and they had no interest in having their act of charity buried under the northern snows.

So Sansa Stark was it.

She smoothed her dress, chosen carefully for the occasion. Sansa was always impeccably dressed and favored ladylike, tailored dresses for daytime, just as Myrcella did. Today, which had turned out to be a gorgeous one, she’d chosen a pale blue scallop trim knit dress, her grandmother’s wristwatch her only accessory. Feminine but appropriate. More comfortable than the clingier dresses she only ever so occasionally wore when taking around a male potential benefactor.

“Good luck,” Gilly, their glum registrar said as she raised her wrist to her nose to make sure she could still smell the scented oil she’d spread there that morning.

“Thanks baby,” Myrcella sighed, “Lunch from that naughty salad place when I’m done? My treat?”

Gilly smiled at that, “My treat if you get her.”

“Oh, now the stakes are really high,” she teased and blew Gilly a kiss and walked through the halls.

She felt eyes on her as she went. It was a small, tight-knit team, and it made it all the harder every time she received a sheepish regret. If she couldn’t succeed, one of them might lose their job if the board couldn’t decide what to sell. Even if they could, depending on how long this lasted.

Game face, Baratheon.

She took a deep breath and then smiled for fifteen seconds. She let it drop, knowing that it would still be in her eyes when she walked outside and it felt a little more genuine when her heels clacked along the gorgeous marble floor.

Walking over to the security desk, the smile reappeared on her face.

“Morning Roddy,” she grinned.

“Good morning to you Miss Myrcella,” Rodrick greeted her, “You see the game last night?”

“You’ve known me for four years,” she noted, “When in all of that time have I ever seen the game?”

He chuckled, “There was that one time in 2018.”

“Oh no, I totally lied about that,” she assured him, shrugging, “I wanted you to think I was cool.” She then looked around the empty lobby, “No Miss Stark?”

He grimaced, “Not yet. Traffic is back though, folks still aren’t used to it.”

She nodded, picking at a non-existent thread on her dress and looked around. Her eyes narrowed in on something and she crossed the lobby and picked up a tiny scrap of paper, crumbling it in her hand and then walking back over and tossing it in the trash behind Roddy’s desk.

“I’ve been sitting here for two hours, didn’t see it,” he noted.

She smiled, “Well you’ve been doing less important things like making sure no one robs the place.”

He opened his mouth to say something to her but then his gaze was directed behind her, “I’m sorry, sir, we don’t open until 11 o’clock on Tuesdays.”

“I sort of have an appointment,” the man said.

She knew that voice. She’d heard it before. In a coat closet at Alys Karstark’s birthday party. At the next table over at a charity even in 2019. Deep, stubbornly Northern, as unyielding as Valyrian steel.

She felt her palms sweat and forced herself not to rub them on her dress, rubbing them together instead and then turning around with a bright smile.

“You’re not Sansa Stark,” she greeted him.

He grinned sheepishly, though she wasn’t sure this man had ever had occasion to be sheepish in his entire life, “Afraid not. Myrcella, right? We met at that thing – that um… save the…whatsits.”

She giggled, and she heard the sound echoing garishly on the marble, “I believe that evening we were saving the seals. Or the… tulips, maybe.”

His smile spread slowly across his face, a dimple marking its end like an exclamation point, “Well we did our part even if we can’t remember what it was, I’m Robb Stark.”

She liked that he introduced himself. He’d done so every time they’d met, as though he in no way expected her to remember him. Sansa had done it the first five or so. Must have been how they were raised.

On the other hand, she’d been raised to act as though someone was foolish for not knowing who she was, introducing herself had been something she’d had to learn when she moved north, like parallel parking and salting her stoop.

Her hand extended and his met it, taking hers in his larger one and shaking it firmly as he looked her in the eyes briefly and then her lips slightly longer before purposefully going back to her eyes, “Myrcella Baratheon, and I remember you, Mr. Stark.”

“Well if that were true you’d remember I prefer Robb,” he noted, releasing her hand.

She shrugged, leaning forward conspiratorially, “Old habits. Can I get you something to drink before we begin our tour?”

“No thank you, I’m fine,” he shook his head.

She nodded, “Well it’s beautiful out now, why don’t we start in the botanical gardens. There’s been a bumper crop this year, we recently had the Cerwyn wedding here, did you attend?”

He fell into step next to her and said, “No, I didn’t. I was meant to but they reduced it to just family.”

She nodded, “Right, seems to be happening quite a bit. Will you do the same for your wedding?”

He stopped walking briefly and before she could stop too he had started again, “No… uh, rather than reduce the guest list we decided not to have it at all. We called the engagement off in January.���

“I’m so sorry!” she internally stabbed herself in the throat, “I didn’t know.”

He shrugged, “The nice thing about there not being any events over the past year is that the press didn’t really get wind of it.” Then stopped abruptly, “Not that… it’s not like that makes up for the past year or anything.”

She laughed, “Don’t worry, I know what you meant. I am sorry though, about your engagement.”

“As am I,” he agreed, “But it’s for the best. We parted as friends. Had we gotten married, I’m not sure we could have done so, so I’m grateful for that, and for her.”

A gentleman.

So many men played the part. Opening doors, buying flowers. So few of them realized that manners mattered very little when they were offered without grace.

“That’s lovely,” she noted, pleased for once not to have to lie.

It was a gorgeous day, a perfect seventy-nine degrees and clear blue skies. As though they’d understood the importance of the occasion, the Phlox stood proudly in battle formation and the scent of honeysuckle surrounded them.

“Sansa wanted me to apologize for missing your meeting,” Robb noted.

“I hope nothing’s the matter?” she asked.

A grin overtook his face, “No nothing at all. She’s in labor.”

She smiled, grabbing his forearm briefly. They both looked down at her hand on it and she pulled it back as gingerly as she could.

“That’s wonderful,” she told him, “Her second, right?”

He nodded, “A girl. And I’ve convinced her out of the name Corona.”

She chuckled, “Oh come now, you could call her Corrie for short.”

“And her parents idiots for long,” he noted. Then told her, “They weren’t really going to call her Corona.”

She smiled, “And here I was about to tip off the press…”

He smirked, “Narrow miss, then.” He looked around, “So. Flowers.”

“Not just flowers,” she pointed out, “We have a community garden to the left and down that lane local beekeepers keep their hives.”

“My mistake,” he allowed with a close-lipped smile.

That smile annoyed her. It was the same one she’d heard in the voice of every southern donor she’d called when they’d offered her good luck with her little country museum.

It was the smile someone gave her when she’d already lost.

“Perhaps we should go inside,” she noted, “I can show you our contemporary wing which we’ve recently devoted to elevating female and underrepresented artists. Or perhaps that’s a bit too avant-garde for you. Would you like to see our hall of armor and weaponry? I believe we have a few pieces that your ancestors left on one battlefield or another.”

“I’m sorry,” he noted, rubbing his jaw, “I told Sansa we should just cancel this meeting but she insisted.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Stark –“

“Robb,” he corrected her.

“No, I’m addressing Mr. Stark right now,” she argued, all of the frustration and helplessness of the past few months bubbling up inside of her, “May I ask what exactly it is about this that you find amusing? Is it the painting that we’re going to have to sell so that it can end up in someone’s climate controlled storage unit and never looked at again? Or is it the leaky roof? Perhaps the pay cut we asked all senior employees to take? Or how about the summer interns who had gone through a rigorous hiring process only to be told we couldn’t take them on at all? I certainly hope it’s not the seniors who used to come here for their Saturday afternoon watercolor classes which we had to cancel because we didn’t have anything to pay the instructor even though it would have been the perfect activity for them because it is outdoors and safe. Or maybe it’s the after-school programs you find so laughable…”

“I’m not laughing,” he pointed out. “But you’ll forgive me if I take your righteousness with a grain of salt.”

“I’m not sure that I will, actually,” she argued.

“No?” he asked, “Well let’s talk about those seniors? Don’t you think that funding is better spent ensuring they have free and safe access to the vaccination that can actually save their lives? Or what about those kids? Sure, the after-school program is great, but how about providing computers to allow them to do remote learning? Now I’m sorry if you have to lose one of a thousand paintings in this place, but if money can be better spent giving people what they really need then I’m sorry – sell the damn thing.”

That was hard to argue with.

But not impossible.

“So you’ve drained your coffers?” she asked.

There was only room for one of them on the moral high ground and she’d always enjoyed the view.

His cheeks had turned blotchy in anger but they paled now, “Excuse me?”

“Are you in the red?” she asked, “Declaring bankruptcy? Let’s not go that far - Taking out loans? Leveraging assets?”

His jaw clenched, revealing a muscle in his left cheek that might have been attractive if she wasn’t about to rip his head off.

“No,” he noted, “But my family’s company and my family have given an exceptional amount this year already.”

“Well,” she pointed out, “It has been an exceptional year already.”

“Are you always this haughty with potential donors?” he asked, stepping ever so slightly closer to her.

A flash in her mind of his hand ghosting across the back of her neck as he secured her coat over her shoulders. That smell.

“Never,” she admitted, stepping ever so slightly towards him, “But you’re not a potential donor, are you? And tell me, is it really because you don’t think it’s worthwhile or because it doesn’t sound worthwhile?”

His face contorted in anger, “You think we’re giving so that people will write songs about us? We want this country back on its feet. We want to return to normal and if we can’t do that, we want to make sure to give people as comfortable an existence until it reverts on its own. Tell me, Miss Baratheon, can you actually find fault in that?”

She shook her head, “No, I can’t.” He looked surprised and she shrugged, “It’s a flawless argument. Just an incomplete one. Giving an exceptional amount right now isn’t enough. You have to give until it hurts, because you can. It is wonderful, exceptional, heroic, to be doing all that you have done so far. But what comes next? What comes after? What happens when the dust settles? When things open? When we get things under control? What happens when people are ready to return to what was before and none of it is left because it wasn’t deemed essential. Because it’s just flowers and amateur beekeepers and pretty watercolors? I understand that we are not on the top of the list and we shouldn’t be. But we should be on the list. We need to do more than survive, Robb. There are things apart from us that we need to endure. Things we need to protect.”

His mouth twitched at that.

“I’m sorry to say I don’t have time to see the armor,” he told her.

She felt the defeat trickle through her veins slowly.

She held out her hand, “Thank you for letting me rant at you.”

He shook it once again, narrowing his eyes at her, “Something tells me you’ve still got some left in the tank. I’d quite like to hear it. Have dinner with me tonight and convince me.”

It was happening to all of her girlfriends. After a year in isolation, their ability to detect a creep from a mile away had withered. She hadn’t thought that hers had too. He’d seemed like one of the good ones.

She pulled her hand away, “That’s not the way I do business, Mr. Stark.”

His eyes widened in horror, “No, that’s not what I meant. I don’t get to make these decisions.”

“You’re the CEO,” she pointed out.

“Yes I am but Sansa insisted on inserting a clause into her contract that she gets final say over any philanthropic decisions,” he sighed, “I literally am not even allowed to choose the location of a book drive.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that, a tiny bit of hope bubbling inside of her, “So when you said you should have cancelled the meeting…”

“It’s because Sansa’s already decided that we will be giving a donation, she wanted to discuss the structure of it with you – you know whether you’d prefer a lump sum, or whether you want it in increments, if you wanted it to be public to inspire other donors or whether you wanted it to be private so that they couldn’t use it as an excuse not to give…” he waved his hand, “She’s better at the specifics and I’m sure she’ll be calling you in between contractions to fine tune them.”

She laughed, “Please tell her not to. A pledge is more than enough to take to my board, we can map out the nitty gritty whenever she or whomever will be replacing her in the interim has time.”

He nodded, “You’ll have them within the week.”

She was about to thank him but the words caught in her mouth, “So wait a second… did you just wind me up for the sake of it?”

He grinned, a chuckle present in his voice though it hadn’t yet broken, “I’d like to point out that it took very little to wind you up.”

She laughed, because he was right and admitted, “It’s been a tough year.”

He nodded, “For everyone. So, now that you know I have absolutely no control and can hold absolutely nothing over you… have dinner with me.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I enjoy arguing with you,” he told her, then grinned sheepishly, “And because I lied. Sansa told me that I could cancel the meeting and I insisted on coming because I wanted to see you. The bad thing about this year is that there were no events where I could have a chance of bumping into you…”

“Oh that’s the bad thing about this year?” she asked.

“Well,” he grinned, then did a scarily good impression of her, “Maybe it shouldn’t be at the top of the list, but it should be on the list.”

[fortheloveoffanfic]

The Reveal

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Written in the The One That Stays universe, because I love it, and those characters so much. This is about 3 years post the last chapter, and I was really iffy about posting it, but here we are anyway.) 

Warnings- Nothing really, just pregnancy and fluff. 

“And I thought I loved you then.” -Then, Brad Paisley 

Warm yellow rays from the barely cloudy sky cast a picturesque gleam on the surface of cool, blue water. That day, thankfully, hadn't been as sweltering as the ones in the weeks gone by, and the forecast predicted for that weekend had been one conducive to recreational boating, which was why they'd decided to rent a yacht for the weekend. Joining them had been Keanu's side of the family, his sister, her husband and his mother, along with Julie, her husband Eric and their two year old Lucas.

It was their second day out on the water, anchored off the coast of Los Angeles and by late afternoon, everyone had gathered on deck, around the small pool to hang out. Eric had taken to the pool to humor Lucas, as had Keanu's brother in law, while everyone else had kicked back on lounge chairs. Y/n was laid back on Keanu's chest, his worn shirt soft and comforting against her exposure arms as his legs spread slightly to accommodate her bare one. One of his large hands were splayed on her stomach, while the other absently twirled the ends of her hair, something he'd taken to doing after she'd let her tresses grow out a bit longer, all while Y/n toyed with her wedding band. The diamonds shone proudly in the sunlight, and though the ring hand made its home on her finger almost two years ago, Y/n couldn't help but smile faintly. She was Mrs. Y/n Reeves. 

"You okay?" Keanu broke her thoughts, gently rubbing her rounded stomach. They were just under four months shy of welcoming their first child. They’d been discussing having a baby even before they married, in a small ceremony at Keanu’s favorite hotel, but hadn’t gotten down to actually trying until about a year earlier, when he had decided to cut back on the amount of roles he took and Y/n’s work schedule cleared up. Thankfully, though their road to pregnancy hadn’t been a trying one, they were both fairly healthy and it greatly helped that they were usually all over each other, and within about three months of being off her birth control, they had taken a home test, which had confirmed that Y/n was indeed pregnant. Since then, Keanu’s protectiveness had nearly quadrupled; the woman he loved was carrying their child, and he’d be damned if anything remotely bad happened to either of his favorite people.

Shifting a bit in his embrace, she laid one of her smaller hands next to his, feeling the light kicks of their baby, like butterflies fluttering in her stomach. According to Julie, those were only going to get stronger, and apparently a little painful, but Y/n didn’t care, she’d endure it any day if the reward was having their child in her arms afterwards. “Yeah,” Y/n smiled softly, nuzzling his chest with her cheek, “I’m good, we both are.”

“Good,” Keanu bent to kiss the top of her head, reassured for the time being. He’d been a little skeptical when Y/n and his sister had conjured up the idea of taking a boat out for the weekend; out on the water, if anything happened to her, getting to her doctor or the hospital would take longer than he preferred, and there had already some difficulties that had him almost constantly on edge. But, alas, Y/n was extremely persuasive and eventually convinced him that she was fine to get away for the long weekend, “And-”

A gasp from his mother, Patrica from her own chair as she set her cocktail down cut off Keanu’s words, and everyone turned to her, “I just remembered,” she sat up, eyes fixed on them both, “You two had an appointment this week, did Dr. Shaw tell you the sex?”

Boy or girl, it had recently become a hot topic in the Reeves family. Every time they all met, it somehow came up; what family names would work if it were a boy, how cute they’d dress up a little girl and Y/n was even sure that their was a bet going on between her sister-in-law and Julie, “We didn’t,” Keanu chuckled, “This little one was turned away from us; shy like their mommy.”

“And their daddy!” Y/n playfully slapped his thigh, giggling when he tucked her closer. When their laughter died down, Y/n elaborated, “I promise, you’ll be the first call when we find out.”

“Call?” Patrica repeated incredulously, as if the word were a capital crime in itself. How dare they simply call?

“We’ll take you to dinner?” Keanu scrunched his nose, trying to appease her. He knew it was a big deal, almost every family member had made sure to remind them of it, but surely, it couldn’t be that big. 

“Dinner- ugh,” she put a long, manicured finger to her temple, her entire, though possibly exasperated expression, was hidden by her dark sunglasses, though, her words were enough to tell them just how much a their options had not sufficed, “I’ve waited twenty years for my only son to get married to a nice girl. And now, they’re having a baby, and all I get, after all this waiting, is a phone call? My grand-baby is worth more than a phone call, you need to have a reveal.”

Julie squealed in agreement, “Oh! That would be perfect! You could do it where we had ours, at that cute little pastry shop in the city.” Y/n remembered that party well, especially since she’d nearly planned the entire thing. Julie had gone the perhaps, more old fashioned route, with a cake reveal. They’d rented out her favorite shop for an afternoon and gathered their closest friends and family for the vintage style soiree, where everyone was encouraged to wear a color that matched their suspicions; pastel blues and greens for a boy and light pinks and purples for a girl. Y/n, who’d been sure that she was going to have a godson from the very beginning, had opted for a cute blue dress with white lace trimming, claiming victory over Keanu who’d opted for a pink, which he dubbed salmon, shirt. 

“A gender reveal?” Y/n shifted again, scooting upwards, aided by Keanu and subsequently tucking her head in his neck after turning on her side. Quite recently, finding comfortable positions had started becoming quite a daunting task, but somehow, being cuddled to, or rather on top of,  Keanu had remained Y/n’s favorite. “We didn’t really think of doing one of those, my mom already wants to do a baby shower, we just feel like it's too much.”

“Yeah,” Keanu chimed in, trying to be another voice of reason, “Besides, that’s a lot of work, and we’re supposed to be keeping an eye on her blood pressure-”

“Well then let me plan it,” his mother protested, determined to have a reveal, “I’m sure Julie and Karina will help, and we can have it at her place too.”

Perking up, Karina joined their conversation, “Oh! That would be perfect,” she clapped her hands excitedly, no doubt on board with the idea. She’d been bursting with excitement since they’d announced that they were expecting, teasing that having a baby in the family this time around would be more fun considering she wasn’t the one who’d have to wake up at four am feedings. She was however, down to babysit whenever her niece or nephew started sleeping through the night. Yeah, their family thought of it all. “I’d love to help!”

“Count me in too,” Julie beamed, taking her son in her arms just as Eric came out from the pool, handing him over so he could go get Lucas a towel. 

And then, before Y/n and Keanu knew it, the three women were all involved in planning a party that they hadn’t even signed off on, though, at that point, it was clear that they didn’t have a choice anyway. “Perfect, all you two will have to do is show up,” she smiled triumphantly.

Three weeks later Y/n was a the snack table, surveying its contents and deciding if she wanted something, when Keanu came up behind her, causing her to jump with he placed  gentle hands on her shoulders, pecking the crown of Y/n’s hair, “It’s just me sweetheart,” he chuckled, his baritone warm and familiar.

“You startled me,” Y/n pressed one hand to her chest over the neckline of her white flowing dress, while the other cradled her bump. The little, unofficial planning committee had instructed guests to wear white, though, the decor had entailed a charming mix of baby blue and a light pink, beautifully mixed to compliment each other. The deserts; everything from inviting cupcakes to cute cake pops and elegant looking macaroons, and party favors, mostly made of little pouches filled with jelly beans along with fuzzy topped pens along with several other little trinkets, were also color coordinated. The ladies had really gone out, though arguably, simple wasn’t exactly their MO. “This is supposed to be a gender reveal, not a baby reveal,” she joked, turning to face Keanu.

“You’re right,” his lips brushed her forehead, one of his hands on her waist sliding to her stomach, “Wouldn’t want our bun popping out too soon,” he crouched down, so he could ‘talk to the baby,’ something he’d been doing for months now, “As excited as we are to meet you, you still gotta keep mommy company in there for a few more months.”

Threading her delicate hand through his dark mane a fond sorire upturned Y/n’s pink stained lips. She absolutely adored those little moments that Keanu would spend chatting with their baby, at first, he’d started with brief sentences, ‘I love you’s and ‘can’t wait to meet you’s, but as months drew on, and it the reality set in, Keanu had started reading to her belly, and sometimes at night, when he’d join her in bed, he could spend well over an hour talking about all the things he’d teach them as they grew up. Already, he was proving to be an exceptional father; extremely loving and always ready to put his wife and child first, and Y/n knew that things would only get better when they met their baby. 

She was so lost in her own thoughts, that Y/n had barely heard a thing of what Keanu had said, only returning to the moment when he pressed a chaste kiss to her tummy, offering one final declaration of love before standing again and heading to another end of the table after kissing Y/n one last time. "What are you doing?" She giggled as he picked up a pen and a little blank card out of a stack next to two decorative wooden boxes. The entire set up was for one of the many games being run that day, where their guests could vote on their options. Before the reveal later that evening, someone was supposed to count them and the reward would be satisfaction at the end. 

"I'm placing my bet," Keanu defended, scribbling on the white surface as he spoke.

"It's not a bet," Y/n placed a hand at the top of her growing bump as she made her way over to him, standing on her toes to peer over the loose shield he'd made with his hand, "You're going with girl again, huh?"

"Hey, Julie and Eric's baby was one thing, but I think I know our kid," folding the card in half, creasing it for emphasis, Keanu slipped it into the box with the word "girl” carved in cursive at the front, "This baby," he palmed her stomach with both hands, "Is definitely a girl."

Rolling her eyes, Y/n decided that she'd get in on it too, plucking on of the cards from its spot, swiping the pen from off the table and using Keanu's chest to press on, "Well, you must like being wrong," she chewed on her lower lip as she wrote, dramatically showing Keanu what she'd written before slipping it into the matching box labeled boy, "I was right then, and I'm right now."

"And how are you so sure of that?" The giddy smile of both their faces didn't show any signs of fading as Keanu reeled Y/n back in, "Why don't we bet on it?"

“Because I’m carrying the baby, duh,” she rolled her eyes playfully. Throwing her arms around his neck, Y/n twirled the ends of Keanu's hair in her fingers, leaning into his chest as far as she could, "And yeah,”  his arms circled Y/n's waist, toying with the lace on her flowing maxi dress, "Let's do it. What does the winner get?"

Keanu scrunched up his face, looking up thoughtfully, "The winner gets….." he thought on it some more, "Whatever they want."

Y/n eyed her husband suspiciously for a minute, a little curious about what he could possibly want, if by some miracle, he won. "Okay," she finally said, “Winner gets whatever they want,” Y/n smiled mischievously, almost certain that she would be triumphant. 

Hours later, just before noon had turned to evening and when the brightness had gone hazy as the sun journeyed to the horizon, everyone had gathered in the backyard, on the lawn for the long awaited moment. It was time for the reveal. They’d gone with a balloon reveal, and when it was time, Y/n and Keanu were positioned near the fence, just a few feet in front of their family and friends, all ready with phone and cameras. Keanu held on to the string of the large, shiny black balloon, one with a silver question mark painted on at the front, while Y/n had been armed with a metal skewer from Karina’s kitchen.

Just about an hour earlier, the contents of both boxes had been counted, and the team banking on Baby Reeves being a boy had come in strong, outnumbering the other side by a landslide. The small victory, though it couldn’t be considered a real prediction, had only built Y/n’s faith in her own suspicions, almost everyone, even down to her own parents, were convinced that she and Keanu would be greeting a son in the coming months. 

“Ready?” Keanu’s eyes met hers, the nerves shared between them, along with bright, excited grins plastered on both their faces. They both knew that in the end; boy or girl, daughter or son, it wouldn’t matter. None of it would matter as long as their baby was healthy and safe.

Y/n nodded vigorously, using her free hand to tuck some hair behind her ear, positioning the skewer near the opaque balloon, “Yeah.” Somewhere in the crowd, she heard her mother anxiously prompt her to “just do it already,” while someone else interjected that their camera was ready, “Okay, okay,” Y/n laughed, ready to get on with the moment of truth.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n didn’t even try to steady her shaking hand as she finally pressed the tip of the stick to the balloon, wincing and shutting her eyes tightly at the loud popping sound. The crowd cheered loudly, jubilance igniting a celebration and when Y/n opened her eyes, her jaw hung slack with shock. Rendered speechless, she just stood there, rooted to the floor, dropping the skewer and placing her hands on her stomach, barely smiling breathlessly at the patter of kicks beneath her palms. “Oh my god…..” Tears of joy welled up in her eyes as she raised her head to meet Keanu’s equally glistening gaze, “I…..”

For a second, he too seemed shocked, and the jeers of congratulations faded in the background as everything moved in slow motion. She could have sworn that there had never been so much love in his eyes, and Keanu thought that he’d never been that happy, though, their wedding day came in at a very close second. Suddenly, the prospect of parenthood seemed a thousand times realer. After that evening, so much would change, they would finally choose a name. 

Without another moment of hesitation, Keanu took her into his strong arms, lifting Y/n off the ground and spinning her in a circle and planting a passionate on her ready lips. In turn, she hugged him tightly, forgetting everything and everyone else as they basked in their joy. “So,” he began when he set her down, brushing some pink confetti off her shoulders and picking a couple similar pieces out of her hair, “I guess you were wrong,” he chortled, still holding her close. 

Nodding, Y/n looked at the ground around them; the healthy green grass was now freckled with bits of fuchsia pink, “I guess I was, we’re having a little girl,” she kissed him again, that time quicker, not even caring that everyone was still taking pictures of them, “You win.”

“I do,” Keanu pressed their forehead together, the tip of his nose brushing hers. By then, they both looked equally rosy, the sheer joy of the matter seeping through their skin, “And I know just what I want to cash in my win for.”

“What’s that?” Y/n giggled.

“This,” and before she knew it, Keanu was dipping her, one hand holding Y/n steady at the center of her back, while the other cradled her head. Her loose tresses hung in a waterfall, disturbed only by Keanu’s stocky fingers, just as he captured her lips again, in a breath stealing bout of sweet endearment. 

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[copias-thrall]

I believe you answered something semi-recently about the Papas and marriage, but what do you think their weddings would be like? And if you have the time, the ghouls as well!

Apologies for taking so long to get to you! I was not the person who wrote about marriage with the Papas. Does anyone know who that was?

But I can take a crack at their weddings (with some Era 4 Ghouls)!

*mentions of sex; animal sacrifice*

(Young) Papa Nihil: The ceremony takes place  inside a circle of lilies in a meadow that’s surrounded by wilderness. The rest of Nihil’s followers are there as guests. Everyone—including you and Nihil—wear diaphanous garments of crepe and linen in white. As the sun sets, Sister Imperator ties both your hands together and declares you both married. Someone brings a goat into the circle, and Sister Imperator hands you a ritual dagger. As one, you and Nihil bring your tied hands down and plunge the knife into the goat’s neck as an offering to Satan to bless your union. Everyone cheers, and you and Nihil strip so the orgy can start.

Papa I: A simple ceremony in the chapel, the only attendees are close friends and family (there will be a big reception for the congregation later). He wears his vestments and you wear formal ritual robes. His youngest brother performs the marriage rites and Secondo stands up as his best man. Papa III sniffles his way through the marriage scripture, and halfway through Papa I produces a cloth handkerchief to hand to him. He elects for the long service, and at some point Nihil dozes off. The two of you exchange self-written vows professing your love for each other before Papa III tips a chalice of goat’s blood over your heads as a show of asking for Satan’s favor over your marriage. Papa I has the chapel cleared for the ritual consummation, which is brief but pleasurable. After the two of you clean up and change, you join the festivities in honor of your union that are already in full swing.

Papa II: He wants to be married, but hates weddings. He has a lower-ranking officiate do the vows in private with Ghouls as witnesses. In lieu of formal attire, you both wear simple, but expensive silk robes. Instead of a ring, he collars you, then leads you to the ritual altar where anyone who’s interested is invited to watch him consummate his bond with you. It’s not the entire congregation, but the hall is filled, including his family and band Ghouls. Everyone cheers once you’ve both completed, and he invites everyone to the quad to partake in the goat roast. The goats are trussed up shibari-style with little apple gags—courtesy of his youngest brother.

Papa III: Bride. Zilla. Did you think you were going to get much say? Designer everything and flowers galore. He has a list of 20 groomsmen, and you have to remind him that you don’t have enough people in your own party to pair with them; you manage to negotiate down to 5. He hires a wedding planner that he’s constantly fighting with on the phone. She’s a stern woman with an earpiece and is probably the only reason the whole event doesn’t collapse in on itself. A few days before the ceremony, Papa comes to you and has a meltdown because there was a mishap with the coolers at the florist, and now all the boutonnieres will be red instead of blush. You take him into your arms and remind him that as long as you get to marry him, your wedding will be a success. Your words and a little …*ahem* … comfort goes a long way to calming him down. On the day of, Papa is a mess, and you give his groomsmen a stern talking to regarding keeping him focused. He starts tearing up before Nihil even starts the ceremony, and he’s a blubbering mess by the time you get to the vows. The sacrificial blood is actually a really expensive wine that the two of you drink out of a chalice (“Our Dark Lord will know how much of a sacrifice it was to open that bottle, amore”). He elects to have the ritual consummation as part of your wedding night. After the two of you take leave of the reception (that has at that point devolved into drunken shenanigans with fire ghouls setting table covers on fire), Papa III leads you to the altar; he’s covered it with a warm blanket and lit many candles (“For mood lighting, dolce”).

Papa IV: As long as you’re happy, he’s fine with going along with whatever you want. His only request is that you follow the traditional wedding customs of The Church. When you discuss ring bearers, he suggests his ratties—but at your look, he laughs it off. You’re still not sure if he was joking or not. You’re surprised when he commissions formal robes that match his vestments, but you’re happy to color-coordinate with him. The ceremony is an understated affair otherwise, with Primo performing the vows. Nihil and Papa III doze off. Goat’s Blood? Gross, no thank you. You and Copia agreed to cut your palms over His symbol instead. There was some debate about the ritual consummation, and in the end, you compromised with the decision of a privacy screen. For the reception, Copia changes into a fresh white suit so everyone can see how much he adores you.

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Aether: He wants to incorporate both of your traditions into the ceremony and is involved in planning the wedding every step of the way. The two of you have a traditional Church wedding, but afterwards you’ll do a Run out into the woods so he can catch you and prove he’s mate material. He adorns your finger with a ring because he doesn’t think biting you would be a good idea, but has you pierce the spade of his tail with a ring since you can’t really bite him with your blunt teeth.

Dew: Til death do you part sounds like a long time, but if it’ll make you happy, ok I guess. You do absolutely all of the planning. He goes out for his bachelor party the night before the ceremony and shows up the next day in rough shape and in a suit that is decidedly not the one you bought for him. He seems impatient throughout, perking up after his vows when he gets to put a claiming bite on you. Like Aether, he lets you pierce his tail, and smiles wickedly when he tells you to Run.

Swiss: He wants the complete experience! The two of you have the most traditional wedding, and he wears a suit so tight it could rival Copia’s. He likes the weight of your ring on his finger, but refuses to bite you (“I don’t want to hurt you or chance infection, babe”). He absolutely smashes cake into your face (he grabs a fistful before it’s even brought out and creams you as you’re accepting congratulations from the Clergy). He’s the first on the dancefloor screaming  for “That Shout song”. A Run? Aren’t you exhausted from dancing? Let’s save the rest of your energy for the wedding night.

Rain: Is a little smushy about marrying you, but isn’t really interested in a Church wedding. The closet thing he can think of to a water ghoul wedding is a baptism. Officiated by Mountain, the two of you exchange vows standing waist-deep in a pool of water in the forest. You dunk each other in turn after your vows, then submerge yourself when you seal it with a kiss. He’s happy to wear your ring on a chain around his neck, and he likes the idea of his bite mark on you—but doesn’t want to scar your skin—so he has Mountain tattoo the pattern of his teeth on your shoulder. He hadn’t even considered a Run, but hey—if you’re offering.

Mountain: He takes you deep into the forest alone—this is something that’s just for the two of you. He finds a shady canopy and instructs you to ruminate on your love and commitment to him while he takes your hands. You’re not sure how long you both stand there, but when you open your eyes, the sun has moved considerably and Mountain is smiling a secret smile at you. He’s mixed up a natural ink, and the two of you tattoo his clan’s symbol for ownership on each other. Afterwards, he has you consummate your union on a patch of soft dirt. A little indignant at being left out, the two of you come back to the dorms to find the other Band Ghouls have thrown you an impromptu reception.

Cirrus & Cumulus: Our girls are a package deal! The three of you have a beach wedding, and they wear versions of white dresses—they love this human custom, but don’t quite get what makes a wedding dress a wedding dress. They’re happy to exchange rings if they come with a jewel, but if you want something pierced, they’re happy to give your ear a new hole for a little bauble. Copia officiates, and the Band Ghouls are there as the wedding party. Dew complains about the sand the whole time, and Cumulus finally threatens to dunk him into the ocean if he doesn’t shut up (Swiss and Mountain end up tossing him in later just to be assholes). There’s a buffet full of goodies, and everyone sits on beach blankets eating and laughing until the sun goes down. If you want to do a Run, they’ll happily chase you … but wouldn’t you rather get back to the bungalow where you can have some fun in front of the fire?