#my sister is a bridesmaid so i got to hang out and hold my nephew during the rehearsal so that was good :o) he is still so small ahhhhhh

[forestgreenlesbian]

wedding this weekend

[sunshinesukuna]

all the colors of love

pairing: oikawa x reader

genre: fluff to angst

summary: oikawa is able to see other people’s feelings as colors. what color are you on your wedding day?

wc: 1.6k

insp: the gifted - claire (star. ramida jiranorraphat)

big thanks to @writeiolite​ for beta-ing this <333

for the haikyuuwriters june prompt event: marriage

Oikawa's world has always been colorful. Literally. There was purple for fear, like Kageyama's first match at Kitagawa. Kageyama’s trembling fists and pale face when he stepped up onto the court was enough to push Oikawa to give his kouhai a slap on the back and some words of encouragement. The purple around Kageyama dissipated shortly after.

Blue for sadness, like the smidge of azure around Kyoutani whenever he lost a challenge to Iwaizumi. Yellow for happiness whenever the team won an exceptionally hard rally during matches, or whenever his friends had their tests handed back with 100’s at the top. 

There were other colors too. Like the green around you whenever you saw his fangirls flocking around you. He always thought you looked cute whenever you were jealous. Or the red that time the referee was clearly playing favorites and even Iwaizumi and Oikawa combined couldn't hold you back from giving the ref a piece of your mind.

Personally, his favourite was pink. Pink like when he woke up next to you, his eyes only a crack open to trick you into thinking he was sleeping so you would continue kissing his chest. Pink like when he opened your laptop to find him as your wallpaper. And how could he forget the magnificent pink around you when he got on one knee and popped the question?

Oikawa walks through the hall where everyone is gathered towards the room where he was going to get ready. Everyone around him is multicolored, as usual. Your father earlier was purple from head to toe. Well that’s to be expected, his only daughter is getting married. Oikawa would have felt the same if he were your father. 

On the other hand, your mother was positively pretty in both the pink dress and the pink aura that surrounded her. She had always loved Oikawa just a little bit more than she did her own daughter.

“Oi, if you trip out there, we’re going to laugh at you and ask the photographer to get a good shot of the pimple on your chin,” Mattsun says. Makki and Iwaizumi snigger at the joke as they adjust their suits.

“It’s my wedding day! Can’t you all let me live a little?” Oikawa says. 

“That’s what she said,” Makki mutters to the other two. They chuckle. Oikawa shoots them a dirty glare.

“I feel bad for (Y/N),” Mattsun says. He doesn’t mean it, of course, but says it with enough animosity that would make your mother gasp.

“Yeah, if she’s gone after the ceremony, we’ve kidnapped her and let her live the rest of her life in New Zealand with 13 goats and a cow,” Makki replies. Oikawa rolls his eyes. He continues bouncing on his toes as he waits for the ceremony to start. 

“Tooru!” his sister calls from outside the door. “Five more minutes.”

All four of them rise up from their seats. As best man, Iwaizumi stays behind to go to the altar with Oikawa while Makki and Mattsun go off to meet up with the bridal procession. Before going out, they give him a clap on the back.

“We believe in you,” they say unanimously, “captain.” Oikawa can't help but smile a little at his old title.

At long last, he stands in front of the aisle. Oikawa takes a deep breath and a glance at Iwaizumi. Oikawa’s heart rate is enough to make him sweat bullets even when he’s standing in a well-ventilated room. Iwaizumi gives him a thumbs up. The yellow around his old friend calms his nerves a little, along with the small wiggle of his legs he does before something important. 

The walk to the altar is brisk and clean. He catches glimpses of the colors of the people around him. Some sparks of green and blue here and there, but mostly, the hall is decorated in beautiful hues of pink and yellow. 

Oikawa nods at your uncle, the one officiating the ceremony, when he gets to the altar. As stated in your family tradition, the groom may not see the bride until she reaches the altar. So he turns back and waits, with bated breath and a rapidly tapping foot.

The doors open with a loud groan as the bridal party steps inside. The music starts. Tiny footsteps that belong to your smaller cousins spread flowers along the aisle. People coo left and right at the appearance of these wonderfully cute creatures, like cupids straight out of a renaissance painting. Maybe someday he could call one of them his own — your own.

A hush falls over the crowd. The bride has arrived. 

“Whoa,” Iwaizumi mutters next to him. Oikawa glances to his side. His best man drips in pink from head to toe, lips parted and his eyes on you. If even the stoic Iwaizumi could react like that, then how would Oikawa fare? Not well, certainly. 

“How does she look, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa asks. Iwaizumi shakes his head, as if to clear his thoughts. Oikawa takes a closer look at his long time friend. Something is off about Iwaizumi.The pink that once wrapped around Iwaizumi so harmoniously was now replaced by a harsh green. 

Oikawa squinted a bit. He rubbed his eyes. No amount of eye picking would change the green lights that radiated off of Iwaizumi. He could swear that Iwaizumi entered the hall absolutely coated in yellow. So where was it now?

The sound of footsteps from behind Oikawa becomes louder and louder and snaps him out of his thoughts. It doesn’t matter, Oikawa thinks. Maybe he’s just having some spur of the moment feelings. 

When the footsteps finally stop behind him, he knows it’s time. Your bridesmaids and his groomsmen are starting to take their places. All that’s left is to turn back and see you in your wedding dress. 

What shade of pink would you be? Your mother had a magnificent rosy hue whenever she looked at your father. Oikawa’s nephew turned a much darker shade of magenta whenever he saw the girl with the pigtails at school. Would the tinge around you change as soon as you said your vows? 

Everyone’s in place now. Oikawa clears his throat. He turns back, left foot first, like he practiced so many times. The smile on his lips wants so much to burst free, but he suppresses it for when he sees you. Oikawa turns his head to see...

The darkest blue he’s ever seen. 

Dark isn’t even enough to encompass all of it. People are always colorful, no matter what they’re feeling. The strongest emotions always have the brightest shades. But here you were, looking at Oikawa, on your wedding day, in your wedding dress in the gloomiest color he’s ever laid eyes on.

What’s worse is that you’re smiling. You're in your wedding dress, the brightest smile he's ever seen on your face, but with the darkest colors surrounding you. The smile even reaches your eyes. 

His jaw hangs open, but everyone is smiling even wider. They must think he’s in awe at your beauty or something else. Oikawa feels his hand quiver as he reaches out to you. Your skin is as soft as ever as you take his hand in yours. He wants to pull away, to never see you again, to bury the memory somewhere no one will ever reach it. But he also knows that the second he does that, he’ll come back to you wanting even more. 

Oikawa blinks away the burning in his eyes during the vows. Knowing that the words that come out of your mouth could, or possibly were, big, fat lies. Then what has it been all this time? Had it been any other person, he would have slapped the daylights out of them, but this was you. The whole reason why this was complicated. You. 

Nothing can come out of his mouth when he opens it for the vows. Oikawa clears his throat a little and laughs it off. Some of the members in the audience laugh with them. He shoots them, and you, a dazzling smile. 

It’s how he’s created his whole image, right? Ward tears off with a smile. Laugh off the lump in your throat before it gets too noticeable. Fold your arms to hide your shaking hands so you look frightening instead of frightened.

When his vows end, all he can do is stare at you. Stare at the murky black that juxtaposes with a smile that could light up a room. 

The hardest words he’s ever had to say in Oikawa’s whole life turn out to be “I do.” He chokes it out while looking up at the mosaics on the ceiling as to not break the dam holding his stability together. You giggle at his antics. If only you knew better. 

“I pronounce you man and wife.”

And out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pink spot emerge from the murky black. It grows bigger and bigger, completely overtaking the black until not a speck is left.  His heart races, finally thinking that it was just last moment jitters. The pink grows until the black is almost gone. Yes, you truly do love Oikawa with all your heart. 

But you’re not looking at Oikawa. You're looking at Oikawa’s best man. 

[myhockeyworld87]

Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 38

Word Count: 5,621

POV: Reader then switches to Tyler

Warnings: Language

Notes: Ok so I know it’s been a hot minute for this story. I always knew where I wanted to go with this, but taking time off really helped me get here with this one. I hope you guys enjoy it. Let me know what you think. Happy Reading!

Nervous Regrets Masterlist

Reader POV

The rest of the regular season flew by in a blur and before you knew it, Dallas was in the first round of playoffs. Jace was officially a bottle baby now, which was both crushing and wonderful at the same time. It meant that you could enjoy a drink at the games with the girls, but you missed that one on one time that breastfeeding gave you with him. Though with the playoffs, Tyler was at the rink more, practicing and watching films which did leave some good mother and son quality time. Well, you should say, mother and sons, as the dogs were never far from their brother, even Gerry who had the hardest time adjusting to Jace now seemed to always be looking for him.

 The first two games against Nashville were away, and the Stars were able to come away with both a win and a loss, which wasn't too bad all things considered. Tyler had hired a private investigator to look into the comments that were on Alandra's Instagram, as well as the direct message that you received, but they were still not having any luck locating the person who'd said those horrible things. The investigator said they were all from burner accounts and that the IP was untraceable, but they weren't giving up just yet. Seeing as things had calmed down a bit, you decided that it would be ok for you and Jace to start going to the playoff games. You made sure that if a picture was posted with either of you in, comments were turned off, and all the wives and girlfriends supported you in this endeavor whole-heartedly.

 At the first home game, you wore your playoff jean jacket with Seguin, your last name now, written on the back. Last year when you'd been dating Tyler the Stars hadn't made it to the playoffs, so this year the girls went all out. You had both a Canadian flag and an American flag placed on the jacket, most of the girls only had the flag where their boyfriend or husband was from, but Tyler wanted you to put both flags on since Jace was both Canadian and American. You'd also had all three of your initials embroidered onto the jacket as well as the year, just for commemoration's sake. Jace wore his 91 jersey with Daddy written across the back as Tyler had somehow managed to buy it in every single size available all the way up to a four in toddlers. How he thought your child would grow into all those sizes in this short span you weren't exactly sure, but with Tyler's eight-year deal, Jace could grow into them over the next couple of seasons.

 Tyler made sure that you could park in the player's parking so that it would be easier for you and Jace to get in the arena. Getting out wouldn't be a problem, as you'd be waiting for him anyhow. Jenna volunteered to ride with you to help you in with Jace, while Tyler rode with Jamie, making the commute home much easier on both of you. The three of you made your way down to the glass for warmups; this would be the first time that Jace was down close to the ice and you knew that it would thrill your husband to no end. The Stars made their way out, and you watched and waited as Tyler and Jamie always went last. Finally, he stepped out on the ice and you held little Jace in front of you. His eyes darted around, watching the players skate around. Tyler didn't notice you at first as he continued to warm up. You knew the instant he saw Jace as his face lit up. He quickly skated over to the glass where you were located.

 "Hey bud," Tyler said loudly above the music as he knocked on the plexiglass drawing Jace's attention. Jace's eyes found his father as Tyler got a goofy grin on his face, which made his son smile back. "That's my boy."

 Just then Jamie skated over to join your little crew. "He needs a different jersey." You heard him tell Tyler, causing both you and Jenna to laugh.

 "Forget it, Chubbs. You may be his godfather, but he's only wearing his dad's number." A puck flew against the boards, startling Jace but thankfully he didn't cry. Tyler bent and picked it. "Catch this," he told Jenna, then he tossed it over the glass. "Save that for him babe will you." You simply rolled your eyes at how your husband wanted to document every little thing your son did. By the time Jace would be five, he'd have a room full of pucks if your husband has his way.

 "Go warm up," you shouted to him. "We'll see you after the game." You didn't need him getting injured because he hadn't stretched enough or something. Taking Jace's hand, you had him wave at his dad.

 "Bye bud, I'll see you after the game." He was just about to skate off when he turned back. "Love you," he said blowing you a kiss and you blew one back, telling him you loved him as well. As soon as he and Jamie took off, you and Jenna headed up to the friends and family room to hang out with the others before the game.

 The game was hard-fought, the Stars down one by the end of the second. Tyler got the puck from Jamie in the third and was able to put in the back of the net to tie up the game, but the Predators fought back and ended up with the win. Everyone was disappointed as it put them up in the series, but you had faith the Stars would come back in the end. Which is exactly what happened in game four when the Stars scored five straight goals before the third, to come away as the victors. It happened again in game five when they were home again. They now lead the series and could win the first round with just one more game and so they did, effectively eliminating the Predators from the playoffs.

 Tyler's family decided to fly in for the next round and flew in right after the first round was over to get a couple extra days with all three of you before the second round of play began. "Where's my grandson," Jackie cooed the minute she walked through the door from the airport, the rest of the family trailing behind her.

 "He's right here," you answered handing him over. "He took an extra long nap, so he can stay up with all of you." Jace, for his part, was his happy self, smiling and gurgling at his grandparents and aunts.

 "He's gotten so big," Jackie commented as it had been over a month since they last saw him. "You're getting to be such a big boy, aren't you Jace?" She said in the cutest little baby voice.

 "I swear mom, he changes every time I'm on the road, though (Y/N) insists he doesn't." Tyler weaseled his way in close to his mom, practically pushing Cassidy out of the way. "Tell Grammy a story." He said, finger going to Jace's chubby chin.

 "Excuse me, Mister Babyhog. You have him all the time, can you please let me in to see my nephew?" Cassidy shoved Tyler out of the way.

 "Fine, brat, though I hope he pukes on you."

 "Tyler!" You yelled at him. "He's not going to puke on you. Well…hopefully not." Jace did spit up from time to time, but all babies did that. "Why don't you guys come and sit down. I'm sure it was a long flight. Ty will take the bags up."

 "I will?" You knew he was only kidding, but you still gave him a look anyhow. "I'm going, be right back."

 "So how are the wedding plans going?" It was the first thing out of Candace's mouth since she got there. She was sitting close to Jackie, eager to scoop up your child the moment her mom handed him over.

 "Really good actually. I have a few more dress fittings, but everything else is pretty much taken care of for now. Did you both get your dresses in yet?" Both of Tyler's sisters had agreed to be your bridesmaids, and it had been a bit difficult getting their dresses plus Jenna and Anna's ordered with them being in Canada.

 "They came in the other day," Cassidy answered. "Though mine is like three sizes too big for me." When a look of shock came on your face, she quickly told you not to worry that it would be altered before the wedding. It was hard to believe that in a couple short months you'd be marrying Tyler in front of all your family and friends. Of course, you were already Mrs. Tyler Seguin, but this ceremony was going to be your dream wedding, the one you'd thought about since you were a little girl. Tyler had made sure to spare no expense to make all your dreams come true. Time flew by as you guys chatted about the wedding, hockey, and everything that had been going on with their lives. Jace however, reminded you that it was feeding time, letting out a hungry cry while Cassidy was holding him. "I swear I didn't pinch him."

 "He just hungry is all. It's about a half-hour later than when he eats." She went to hand him over, but you stopped her. "You can feed him if you want. He's a bottle baby now. Let me just go get one ready." Jackie knew this information already as you'd had long conversations with her about it, but you didn't want to get into it now with Tyler's dad there. You went into the kitchen and prepped Jace's bottle, only to see that you were running low on formula. Jace seemed to be going through more formula than you could buy sometimes. Although it was more than likely you just weren't used to buying it and having it in stock in your pantry. Handing over the bottle to Cassidy, you walked over and Tyler afterward telling him that you needed to go to the store to pick some more up.

 "Babe, it's late can't we just get it tomorrow?"

 "We're completely out, that was the last bottle. I forgot to write it on my list. I'm still not used to it buying it all the time." You told Tyler as he reached for your waist to pull you close. "I'll literally be fifteen minutes."

 "I can go."

 "Stay with your family. I won't be long." Leaning down you placed a chaste kiss on your husband's lips. "You can bath Jace if you want because he'll probably be ready for bed soon."

 "Sure babe, hurry back." He said before swatting your butt as you walked away. The grocery store wasn't more than five minutes from your house and was pretty quiet at ten-thirty on Tuesday night. Which meant you could get in and out of there in no time. You grabbed a basket and headed toward the baby food aisle. It just so happened your walk passed the snack aisle. It was like your favorite chips were calling out your name, as they were on the end cap. You grabbed a bag, knowing Tyler would make fun of you for getting them, as you'd been trying to shed the last few pounds of baby weight, but you figured it was ok to cheat while the family was there. Calories didn't count when there were more people to share your indulgence.

 You also grabbed a couple other things that you'd thought you'd need in hopes of not having to come to the store for a few days, before picking up four large cans of formula for Jace. There was only one register open, but seeing as the place was practically empty; you didn't have to wait for anyone else to check out in front of you. "Hi Mrs. Seguin," Jimmy your bagger said. He was a cute high school kid, that always seemed to remember your name. Probably because you'd gotten him a signed puck from Tyler after he'd helped with all your groceries every time.

 "Hi Jimmy, I'm surprised to see you working tonight."

 "Gotta get the hours when I came, with track season."

 "How's that going? I think last week you told me you took fourth in the four hundred." You liked that young Jimmy not only worked hard at his sport but also his job. He seemed like a really nice kid.

 "Took second this week." He told you, all smiles, as he bagged up your groceries and placed them on the carousel.

 "Congratulations, keep up the good work. I'm sure the next one, you'll be in first place."

 "I sure hope so. Need me to help you out tonight."

 "No, I only have a few things, but thanks." You picked up Jace's formula and started to head for the door. "I expect to hear that you're on top of the podium the next time I'm in. Have a good night."

 "You too," he called out as the doors slid open for you.

 The parking lot was always dim and you vaguely wondered when they were going to get the lights fixed as you headed toward the SUV. You weren't paying attention, solely focused on just getting to the car, when you felt someone come up behind you. "Get in the car if you ever want to see your son again." You gasp as you felt a cold steel blade against your midsection. You wanted to scream, but it somehow died in your throat as you realized the threat of never seeing Jace again. Headlights seemed to appear out of nowhere as a car started to pull forward. "Do as I say and you won't get hurt." The deep timbre of the man's voice told you. The urge to throw up was overwhelming. What did this man want with you? Was he going to kill you or worse hurt Jace? You would die before you'd let anything happen to your baby. You had no choice but to do as the man said.

  TYLER'S POV

 "Tyler, I think the cops are here," Cassidy yelled from downstairs, and you instantly checked your watch to see what time it was. (Y/N) had left well over a half-hour ago to go get formula. Your heart was in your throat as you carried Jace downstairs wrapped in a little duckie towel, with no diaper on yet.

 "Are you sure they're coming here?"

 "Sure looks like it," Cassidy said as she peered through the curtains in the dining room which gave a great view of the front lawn, where two cop cars were now pulling in. Your heart started to sink. You hadn't remembered hearing any sirens, and surely you would've if there'd been an accident. You hadn't looked in the garage but (Y/N) almost always drove the G wagon when she went somewhere and that would be the best car to keep her safe in the event of an accident. Panic must have shown on your face for the next thing you heard was your mom's voice.

 "I'm sure everything's fine sweetheart."

 It seemed as if it was taking the officers an endless amount of time to get to the front door, leaving you plenty of scenarios running through your mind. Maybe there was a shooter and your wife was lying on some cold grocery store floor bleeding out. While Tweedledee and Tweedledum took their sweet time coming to get you. So help you god, if (Y/N) needed you and these two didn't get to you in time there would be hell to pay. You found yourself shaking and no idea why as the doorbell rang. You were already standing there, so you opened it with your free hand, the one not holding Jace. "Mr. Seguin?" The office inquired and you tried to read their face to gauge what had happened.

 "Yes."

 "We're here about your wife, (Y/N)." A ringing noise sounded in your ears and things became muffled as your heartbeat sped to a rapid pace. You'd never passed out in your life, but it felt like you were going to. You were vaguely aware of your mom taking Jace out of your arms until you heard his cries, which snapped you out of things. You needed to be strong not only for (Y/N) but for Jace as well. "There's been an incident involving your wife." The minute the words were out of the officer's mouth, all the blood drained from your body. Jace could not grow up without his mom; you wouldn't let it happen.

 Somehow you found the courage to ask, "Is she ok?"

 "Oh, yes, she's a little shaken up, but that's to be expected." The words shaken up kept echoing in your head, but at least she was ok. Maybe it was just a small car accident. You could replace the car twenty times over, but you couldn't replace (Y/N). "They're taking her down to the station to get her statement. She asked if we could come and get you."

 The other officer chimed in. "And bring you these as well." It was grocery bags with formula in it for Jace. If she still had the presence of mind to send that home, she must be ok surely.

 "What happened?"

 "Oh I'm sorry, we should've mentioned this before. There was an attempted abduction."

 You blinked as if you'd misheard him, but then you heard Cassidy repeat the word abduction. "Are you trying to say someone tried to kidnap my wife?" When the officer nodded, you swore. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

 "No sir, we're not. I think it best if we head to the station. We can continue this down there." Of course, he was right, but you wanted to know everything and you wanted to know now. "Mrs. Seguin is pretty shaken up, understandably and I'm sure your presence there will help." The cops were right, you needed to be with (Y/N).

 "Can you…" you turned and asked your family.

 "Of course," your mom answered not even letting you finish asking her to watch Jace.

 "Do you want me to go with you?" It was your dad who offered, but you shook your head no. You wanted to be with (Y/N) and not have to worry about anyone else.

 "No, I'll keep you guys posted though." You grabbed your phone before following the officers out to the car. Thankfully, it was a quick ride to the police station. You wanted to sprint inside but didn't know where to go, so you had to bide your time and follow the cops in. They lead you to a room off to the side where (Y/N) was sitting, her body visibly shaking as she sat there. "(Y/N)." Her head snapped up at the sound of your voice, and you took in her appearance, mascara streaked down her face from crying, eyes red and swollen from the same. She looked like hell, but at least she was here. In less than a second, you were standing in front of her, pulling her into your arms. She sobbed and sobbed, and you found yourself crying as well as you stroked her back and pressed kisses to the top of her head. "I've got you," you whispered and there was part of you that never wanted to let her go. Ever. You let her cry a bit more, then pulled her back a bit, still keeping your arms around her, needing to touch her to know that she was fine. "Are you ok? What happened?"

 She took in a deep breath, trying to calm her shattered nerves. You rubbed her arms up and down. "I'm ok, just scared." You could see that in her eyes. "I thought I'd never see you again for a minute." That ringing in your ears came back and you didn't even like the thought of thinking that something like that could happen, and though you wanted to hear what happened, you pulled her back in, your lips going straight to hers.

 "I will never let that happen," you told her between a few more kisses.

 "Mr. and Mrs. Seguin," a detective said as he and a fellow officer stepped into the room. "We were wondering if we could get your statement now, ma'am?" (Y/N) nodded her head and they motioned for you both to take a seat. "I know we've been over this before, but we need to have it officially on the record." He pulled out a recorder and set it on the table. "Can you start from the beginning for us?"

 You put your arm around (Y/N) hoping to give her some measure of comfort. "I had gone to the store for the formula for my son." (Y/N) started. "I grabbed a couple extra things, then went to checkout. I talked to Jimmy for a couple minutes."

 "And Jimmy is…" the officer prompted.

 "He works as a bagger at the store. He usually carries my groceries out to the car for me."

 "Ok continue."

 "Since I didn't have that many bags, I told Jimmy not to worry about taking them to the car and I started out to the parking lot. That's when some man came up behind me." She shuttered and you tightened your grip around her. "He told me to get in the car if I ever wanted to see my son again." You swallowed past the lump that had formed in your throat, as (Y/N) retold the details of what happened. "He had a knife pressed against my stomach." Unconsciously, you looked down and saw the tear in her shirt as well as the blood.

 "Fuck, are you hurt?" You knew you were interrupting but this was your wife and if she was bleeding, you needed to get her to the hospital.

 "It's just a scratch." She told you lifting the shirt and showing you the bandage that someone had obviously put on.

 "Ma'am if you could keep going?"

 "Yes, of course." (Y/N) answered with a shaky breath. "There was a car, a black SUV of some sort, maybe a suburban. I can't be sure. I saw it coming towards us and knew he wanted me to get in the vehicle. I didn't know what to do." She turned towards you then, ignoring the police. "I knew you had Jace and that nothing would happen to him, but I was so scared and then he pressed the knife further into me and told me that if I did what he said I wouldn't get hurt." My god, the terror that must have been running through her. It was going through you right now as she was reliving it. You wanted to hit something or punch someone, preferably the person who had done this to her. "The car was almost to us when Jimmy came running out hollering my name. I had forgotten a bag. Jimmy, must have been able to see the knife or know something was wrong because then he was yelling at the man to let me go and he called for security. I didn't even know they had security there."

 "They don't ma'am. I think that was just a tactic he used to scare your attacker." You remembered (Y/N) having you sign a puck for this young kid, but now you owed him so much more.

 "Oh, that was smart. Much smarter than I was." A couple tears were coming down her face and you brushed them away with the pad of your thumb. "Anyway, the next thing I knew the guy pushed me towards Jimmy. I think that's when he cut me. I really don't know. It could've been earlier too. I never really felt it." Her hand went to her stomach almost as if she was wondering how she couldn't have felt the wound being inflicted. "I remember falling on top of Jimmy. I didn't see what happened next, but I could hear the tires screeching as the car got away. The next thing I knew there were workers from inside the store rushing out and they brought us both inside and put the store on lockdown then called you."

 "Did you ever see the man that tried to take you?"

 "No," she whispered harshly as if she was berating herself for not seeing his face. "He had on a black hoodie and black gloves. That's all I remember. I should've seen more."

 "No, it's quite alright." The officer shut the tape off then. "You've given us a lot to go on, plus we're looking at the footage from the grocery store. Hopefully, we'll be able to get a license plate off the vehicle or a clear look at the man's face."

 "We don't believe that this is any sort of human trafficking incident." The second detective told you. "If I had to guess, I'd say this was a targeted attack against you and your family."

 This time you were shaking along with (Y/N), though not from fear but anger. That someone would purposely go after your family made your body white-hot with fury. "Who would do such a thing?"

 "We'd like to know that as well Mr. Seguin. Is there anyone that you could think of that would want to harm either you or Mrs. Seguin?"

 "I mean, we've had a few comments on Instagram. Nothing with anyone threatening to harm us though." You told the police. "I'd actually hired someone to look into the matter, though they haven't found anything yet."

 "If you could put us in contact with that person, we'd greatly appreciate it."

 "Of course." You wrote down the name of the investigator that you'd hired along with his number. "May I ask why you think they're targeting us?"

 "The fact that they knew you had a son, gives us the impression that they've looked into your family. Maybe they simply wanted money and not to harm you, it's hard to say, especially with you being a well-known athlete and all." You'd give up your career in a heartbeat if it meant it would keep your family safe. "You haven't noticed anything suspicious around your house lately. Maybe a parked car that's there, that you don't recognize or someone driving by a lot." Both you and (Y/N) shook your heads no, though you'd be sure to have the security footage of your house checked. "It's likely they've been watching you and waiting for the right opportunity to present itself, like tonight. We'll have a car drive by over the next week to make sure things are ok."

 "Thank you, we'd appreciate that." (Y/N) told them.

 "That's all we need for now," the officer said, then handed you over a card. "We have all your information if we find out anything at all, we'll give you a call. If you remember anything, Mrs. Seguin, please call us."

 "I will and thank you." With that, you headed out of the station and into your car to head home.

 The drive home was silent, though you held (Y/N)'s hand the whole way, brushing your thumb across her knuckles in a loving way. The closer you got to home, the more you wanted to say something, but just didn't know what to say. "Babe, I know my family is going to ask a ton of questions. If you just want to go to bed that's fine."

 "No, it's ok."

 "Well, just say the word if they annoy you or something." She smiled over at you then, it was lacking that bright and airiness that she always had, so you brought her hand to your lips and kissed her. "Whatever you need baby, I'm right here."

 You pulled the car in the garage, practically running to get out so that you could be by (Y/N)'s side. The moment you opened the door all eyes were on the two of you; your mom rushing up to (Y/N) and pulled her into a tight hug. "Oh sweetheart, are you ok?" You heard a small sob escape her lips and your heart broke yet again. It took everything your power to let your mom comfort her, instead of pulling (Y/N) back into your arms.

 She didn't cry long though, pulling back from your mom and brushing away the few tears she'd shed. "I'm fine or I will be. I just need to see my son."

 "I just put him down to sleep," Cassidy somewhat protested and you gave her a look to silence anything else she might say.

 "You go see him, dear. I'm sure he needs his mom as well." Again, that weak smile appeared on her lips as she headed off upstairs to Jace's room. As much as you wanted to run upstairs behind her, you knew your family was anxious to hear what had happened, so you filled them in before following (Y/N).

 When you finally made it upstairs about ten minutes later, she was just standing by the crib staring down at your son. You placed your hand at the small of her back, letting her know you were there. She flinched slightly but then melted back against you. "He looks so peaceful. I don't want to wake him." She whispered.

 Kissing her temple, you told her, "Pick him up, babe." You knew she was dying to hold him, you could feel it in the way she stood there, hands clenched on the railings of the crib trying to stop herself. "You know he'll go right back to sleep." Jace was used to you coming home late and holding him even if he was fast asleep.

 She nodded then leaned down and gently picked him up. Cradling him in her arms, you saw her bring him up to her face and just inhale his fresh baby scent. She kissed his little head and you saw tears slip down her cheeks, yet she seemed to hold it together for Jace's sake. You slipped your arms around her waist, wincing when you felt the bandage on her stomach. She leaned back into your embrace. "Can he sleep in our room tonight? I don't want to be too far away from him."

 "You don't need to ask me that (Y/N). He can sleep in there forever."

 Her head twisted back to look at you. "Not forever."

 "Well, no, but you know what I mean." You dropped a kiss to her temple, then rocked back and forth with her and Jace in your arms. Time just sort of disappeared, and you weren't sure how long you stayed like that. "Why don't we head to bed?" She nodded and the two of you went downstairs, everyone sitting in the living room with the tv on but only for background noise.

 You thought (Y/N) would head straight to the bedroom, but she stopped. "I'm so sorry that I ruined tonight."

 (Y/N) went to say more, but your dad stopped her. "Sweetie, this was not your fault."

 "No, it most definitely wasn't," your mom added. "Why don't you let me make you a cup of tea? It'll help you sleep."

 "That would be lovely. Thank you, Jackie."

 "Sure things sweetheart. I'll bring it to you. Now you go lay down." Your mom shooshed her out of the room and down the hall. You mouthed a thank you to her, as you followed (Y/N) to the bedroom.

 Grabbing Jace's bassinet, you pulled it over to (Y/N)'s side of the bed so Jace would be close to her. She kissed him a few times before laying him down. It was moments later that your mom was bringing her in a cup of tea. She quickly gave you both a hug goodnight and said she'd see you in the morning before closing the door, leaving the three of you alone again. "Let's get you ready for bed." You went into the closet and grabbed one of your old t-shirts that was her favorite for her. When you came back into the room, her top was off and you got a good look at the size of the cut on her stomach. The bandage covered most of her abdomen and you sucked in a breath hating that not only did she have to go through something like this but now she would carry the scar from it to remind her. Mentally, you made a note to talk to the team doctor on tips to minimize the scarring for her.

 She slipped into the t-shirt then sipped some of the tea before crawling into bed, her hand immediately going to the side of the bassinet. You climbed in behind her, wrapping your arms around her so that not an inch of space separated the two of you. "I love you, Ty," she whispered, her free hand entwining with yours.

 "I love you more, baby." You peppered her with kisses, in her hair, on her neck, anywhere that you could. She relaxed a bit in your arms and you were hoping that she was falling asleep, but then you heard a soft sniffle. Your wife was trying to be so brave and you loved her even more for that, but she didn't need to be. "I've got you, baby. I'm not going to let anything bad ever happen to you." It was a bit later when you finally heard her sleeping, though for you sleep wouldn't come as you laid there coming up with ways you were going to protect your family.  

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Peter Parker’s sister

Peter Parker x sister!reader

warnings:

a/n: this is LONG

prompt: @coffeeaff: “Hc where y/n is Peter Parker's sister!”

let’s start this out by stating the obvious: you were Peter’s other half

ever since you were kids, it’s always been “Peter and Y/N”

sometimes you’d literally have to be pried apart bc you refused to leave each other’s sides

may and ben went from zero kids to two in a day and had no idea where to go from there

especially when you and peter had nerf wars

“what are we gonna do, ben?”

*ben, cocking his nerf gun* “it’s nerf or nothing?”

once your aunt and uncle got the hang of things, you were all one big team

peter and you started growing up and going to school

it was new and scary for you

you came up with a secret way to say “i love you” to each other bc you were afraid the 5 year olds would make fun of you

“the lion says hi” (you were 5 and you really liked the wizard of oz)

every year you got placed in the same elementary school classes, turning into some of the most delightful kids who kept to themselves most of the time and showed real promise

until one year they wanted to put you in separate classes to see how you’d do alone

you and peter simultaneously had tantrums until they called may and ben and calmed you down

“what’s that noise?” -teacher at least 35 doors down the hall

the school almost switched your class so you’d be together again, but ben decided that the two of you needed a little bit of space to grown on your own

which worked! now when you guys got home, you’d run to your shared room and tell each other all the third grade gossip

by the time you reached middle school, you were in half of each other’s classes and most of the same clubs

by high school, peter was begging you to join band and the decathlon team

you can’t tell me you guys didn’t take the same foreign language class to talk to each other

“j'ai renversé du chocolat chaud sur le canapé” (I spilled hot chocolate on the couch)

“je vais retourner le coussin” (i’ll go flip the cushion)

now here’s where things get interesting

you were the first to know about peter’s newfound powers

because you walked into your shared room while he was stuck to the ceiling

“hey, uh, i can explain in a minute, but can you maybe possibly help me down?”

it took you an hour

he fell on top of you

“sorry! sorry, sorry! i’m sorry”

“start talking, please”

peter explained that he had the powers for 2 weeks and he has gotten stuck to so many things

he was scared

“don’t tell anyone!”

“since when have i been a snitch?”

you and him using your science brains to figure out how to deal with all of this

then ben died and everything wasn’t so good for a while

you’d find each other crying alone a lot

then sitting together and crying

and comforting aunt may every chance you got

sometimes you and peter made cookies for her and now peter likes baking and cooking

peter decided to become “spider-man”

which you weren’t completely psyched over but you weren’t totally against either

“pros: my brother is a super hero, cons: it’s dangerous and if i lose you, me and may will be very very sad. we already lost ben”

thrifting together

clothes and electronics

“do we really have to go through the trash, too?”

“yes, y/n, there could be some really cool stuff here!” *peter holds up a mechanical keyboard* “score!”

missing trains together

walking to school/home together

showing each other new music

walking into your apartment and finding tony freaking stark on your couch

sitting with may on the couch until tony calls you into the room

“so you helped create the webs for his suit?”

“i have no idea—”

“y/n, he knows”

“yes, yes i did”

getting to work as tony’s engineer/scientist apprentice

“y/n, this is a little weapon that i am gifting you so that if peter ever does something stupid, you can lend a hand. that is all it is for, kapeesh?”

mr. stark this, mr. stark that

peter’s tired, bruised-ass self crawling through your bedroom window at 2am was actually pretty normal

you are his wingman

he had to copy your homework a lot

“you owe me”

you almost died on the washington d.c. field trip but you were the chillest person there bc you knew peter was nearby

“dude! why are you so calm?” -flash

(fast forward to infinity war)

“holy shit! we’re all gonna die!” -ned

you grabbed peter’s arm right before he left

“lion says hi” you chuckled with fear in your eyes

“lion says hi” he repeated, handing you his hoodie from out of his bag “if i lose this, may will freak. keep it safe.”

you and ned talking about spider business on the bus

“do you still have that thing mr. stark gave you? the secret weapon?”

“yeah but it’s not much use right now”

you seeing a certain spider being lifted into space

calling the suit itself bc you have access to the comms

“peter? peter, what the hell are you doing? come back!” you were staring out the bus window

*line disconnected*

you called pepper

“ms. potts? hi, it’s y/n”

“they’re in space”

“are they coming back?”

“god, i hope”

and then may dusted

and all your friends dusted

and you were freaking out

and pepper called you

“oh, my god, thank god you’re okay”

“are peter and tony okay?”

“i have no idea.” she’s crying now “is your aunt okay?”

“she’s gone” you’re crying now

“oh, jesus. okay, hey, don’t worry, everything will be alright. i’m gonna get you a ride to the avengers compound. everyone we need is meeting there”

waiting weeks to find tony and your brother

your hopes were so high when captain marvel brought the ship back

you, steve, and pepper got there so fast

but your heart dropped when you heard “i lost the kid”

pepper and tony decided to adopt you since you weren’t quite 18 yet and tony knew what it was like to be young and alone

and you looked up to tony and pepper anyways

and they had already started to see you and peter as their “crazy ass yet talented nephew and niece” (tony’s words)

you were a bridesmaid in the wedding, though

and you’d never had a sister, so morgan was pretty great

you babysat a lot after you left the house because you secretly liked being back home

when the snap was reversed, everything was really really weird

peter was 5 years younger than you

you fought against thanos in a suit that you built yourself

peter didn’t know it was you until you landed in front of him to protect him and lifted your mask up with tears in your eyes

it was the most emotional hug you ever had

may was super proud of who you grew up to be

but she was upset she didn’t get to be there during some of the most important years of your life

mourning tony with your brother, trying to comfort him the best that you could

telling him all about the past five years

still having one of the strongest family bonds you could imagine because that’s the way it is

[evans-against-the-wall-blog]

Your Moment

Something I was inspired to write. P.s. click the links!

Word count: 1367

So, this was your moment. The moment that is spoken about time and time again, by Grandmothers, by Mothers, by friends, by co-workers, by that random lady who used to sit next to you on the bus and whoever else spotted the glimmering engagement ring sitting on your left ring finger.

The shimmer within the tulle resting delicately over your body, the dress wasn’t so completely over the top, but there were small, but important details appeared in different areas of the gown that gave you the confidence that you had never felt before. You’re a confident person, that’s for sure; knowing your own self worth and not letting anybody else budge you from that place. You are who you are supposed to be in this exact moment of your life, everything falling into place, and the best part of it is, is that the person who will be waiting for you at the end of the aisle is just as prepared and ready for this upcoming new world. His life has fallen into the places he wants them to be, his family; friends and career are set up for the movements he wants to make and the adventures he wants to take.

And into these perfectly planned lives, you both fit in. You completed those seemingly small missing pieces, but in reality looking back, there was something missing there. Not in the sense that you needed him to complete you as a person (and vice versa) but in a way that was subtle and undefined when you first met five years ago. He made you laugh and smile and think about things that had never really crossed your mind before; his interests and critiques of things that made little sense to you before this wondrous man stumbled into your life and challenged you in a way that you had yet to be challenged by a significant other.

You knew it was the same for him as well, partially because he told you this constantly, but also because of the way you saw him change and grow and develop as a person from the moment you had met. His interests began to broaden and encompass some of the things that interested you and that you fought to protect; he became a partner and supporter of the causes that bring out the urge to use your voice and stand and scream and shout against the injustices that are constantly happening in this world. Your combined platforms enabled you to reach those you couldn’t reach before, attract the attention these causes needed so badly.

And these things brought a smile to your face.

You were marrying a man, who became your partner, your equal.

As you are his.

Neither one of you held more power or control. Each decision was made together; who’s family you spent which holidays with each year, if a vacation was possible, you made sure that there was an equal split of activities that you would both enjoy. It was everything you had dreamed of when you were younger, the kind of ‘prince charming’ that would sweep you off your feet then promptly put you down and let you sweep him off of his.

This was Chris. This was the entire fibre of his being, you weren’t the damsel that he needed to save, and you weren’t someone using him for his name and status. You were simply a girl who saw the man for what he was worth and wanted to continue to learn what made him who he is. You smiled and joked and lay on the Dodger letting his goofball of a dog climb all over you purely because he was excited and happy to see you both. You spent time with his mother and sisters and nieces and nephews, because you loved them each individually. Not because you wanted to earn ‘brownie points’ and dig up dirt on Chris to use later (although you never complained when you got to learn a new embarrassing story about his childhood) you were there because you love him and love his family and wanted to be a part of that dynamic support group.

So, here you are; dressed in the gown that made your stomach flip in a way that you didn’t really know was an actual thing. Sure you had watched countless episodes of ‘Say Yes to The Dress’ and had seen the brides-to-be cry once they had found the dress of their dreams, but you weren’t 100% convinced that there were actual tears, or rather putting on a show for the sake of the cameras. Yet, look at you now, your eyes were glistening from one look at yourself in the mirror, your hair done, makeup done and gown on. Your mother can be seen over your shoulder in the mirror, her tears freely rolling down her cheeks at the sight of you.

“Mom, please, if you keep going like this then I’m going to cry and then my makeup will be ruined and we really don’t have time for that” You said with a chuckle, willing the tears back into your eyes before the could escape

“Darling, I’m sorry but you just look so beautiful” Your mother half sobbed back, bringing a tissue up to her eyes dabbing the tears away lightly

“I know, I didn’t think that I could feel this…. Different in a wedding gown, and yet here I am” You said, twirling the fabric of your skirt, loving the way in which the small crystals catch the light and mimic the sparkle that you see in your eyes knowing that you were less than half an hour away from marrying the man you loved with every piece of your being.

“Are you ready?” Your mother asked, holding her arm out to you to begin your journey to the venue.

“More than” You said with possibly the brightest smile of your life, taking her arm and lifting the front of your skirt as you left the room for the last time as an engaged woman.

The journey to the venue was filled with smiles and laughs, reminiscing on family memories and some of the silly moments you and Chris had shared over the years of your relationship. As you pulled up to the front of the venue, you saw the small bouquets of pink peonies and white roses, small fairy lights hanging above them, creating an even more romantic atmosphere than you were feeling in your heart, you could hear chatter from within the room. The sound soon quietened down as your bridesmaids, the groomsmen, flower girls and page boys made their way down the aisle ahead of you, before the opening notes of a classical version of ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran began to play throughout the venue, signalling you to begin to make your way down the aisle. You chose to do this by yourself because you couldn’t choose anyone to walk you down specifically and you felt that having someone ‘give you away’ wasn’t your style anyway. As you began making slow movements down the aisle, you took a moment to look at the friends and family that were in attendance, all looking at you with such wonder and love that made you feel so incredibly thankful to have them in your life, before you finally lifted your eyes and looked at Chris at the other end of the aisle. He was already in tears, streaming down his smiling face as he took you in, he had always thought you were beautiful but nothing compared to the moment he saw you begin your walk down the aisle. The dress fitted you to perfection and gave you an ethereal look, glowing in the soft autumn sun coming in through the windows. You smiled brightly at him, tears finally escaping your eyes as the love and emotions shared in a simple look between the two of you sank in.

You finally reached Chris’s outreached hand and took it, holding on with a vice like grip as you took your place next to him, smiling as you continue to look into his eyes.

This was it. This was your moment.

Tags: @evangingtherealm @fandomxobsessions @buckysbeech

[omeliafics]

A Music Affair: The Wedding

Hi guys!!! So, finally, here it is! I’m so sorry that I kept you waiting for so long, I got really caught up with college, but thank you so much for your patience and constantly asking me to post the fic. Love your devotion <3 So, this is the first chapter of a two-shot of mine. In this one, you get to see Owen and Amelia’s wedding and on the next one, you’ll see their honeymoon (and how Melody was conceived haha). But yeah, hope you like it and please, give me your feedback! :)

That was it. It happened. They were finally married.

Amelia had just heard the priest’s words “I now pronounce you husband and wife” and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

She was a wife now. Owen Hunt’s wife.

Looking at him, Amelia couldn’t help the big smile on her face when she saw him grinning from ear to ear, such a happy look in his eyes, one she had never seen before. In that moment, seeing how much that man loved her and how he was filled with joy about being married to her, Amelia felt like the luckiest woman on Earth.

She couldn’t even believe that, hours before, she had almost left him at the altar.

It had started with the fear that the big storm in Chicago that day would complicate things for the guests to arrive and, eventually, ruin their wedding; which then ended up with her freaking out about getting married in the first place, considering the big spotlight her and Owen would always have on their lives. But, thankfully, her best friend Maggie stepped up to calm her down and make her put things into perspective. It actually didn’t matter what could happen to her and Owen, just the fact that she was marrying the love of her life and that was what made her happy and fulfilled in that moment. So, that’s what she did.

And now, feeling the touch of his strong hands on her waist while her fingers caressed his cheeks, his breath against hers, foreheads touched and eyes closed after their first kiss as husband and wife, Amelia didn’t regret it one bit.

Slowly opening her eyes, she started to regain consciousness of what was happening around her and Owen, coming out of their little bubble. Turning and looking around the church, she saw their friends and family on their feet applauding and cheering for the couple.

“We’re married.” Owen whispered in her ear, giving Amelia a kiss on the cheek.

“We are.” She looked back at him, smiling, before taking his hand in hers and walking down the aisle with her husband.

The wedding reception was being held at a venue not too far from the church and thankfully, even though the reception would be indoors, it had stopped raining once everyone made their way to the location, the sun coming up to shine bright in between the clouds and above the newlywed couple as they got in the car.

Hoping to finally get some alone time now that they were married, Owen and Amelia both sighed once they sat in the back of the car.

“Hi.” Amelia looked at him, smiling. It was the first time they actually got to properly talk with each other in such a quiet space or without being rushed by anyone, like it had happened through the past few days.

“Have I told you how stunning you look?” Owen asked, not being able to take his eyes away from his wife. Amelia had her hair up in a bun with a few strands of hair falling on the sides of her face, which had light makeup, enhancing her natural beauty. Her dress was a lace and silk long sleeved dress with an open back, going along her curves and opening up by her knees. When Owen saw Amelia walking down the aisle that day, his chin almost fell to the floor. That was the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life. And she was his wife.

“No. But I noticed.” Amelia smirked at him. He didn’t need to say it. The way Owen looked at her was already enough. Amelia had never felt so beautiful than when she noticed him admiring her.

“This is certainly my favorite look of yours. Ever.” Owen commented, resting his head on his seat.

“Yeah? The ‘your bride’ look?” She bit her lip, finding it funny.

“There’s no better look than this one, I’m sure of it.” He said, putting his arm around Amelia’s shoulder and pulling her closer to him.

They had both been so busy with the preparation for the wedding throughout the previous days that, now that they were finally married, all Owen and Amelia wanted was to enjoy each other. The day before had been their bachelor and bachelorette parties, which Nathan and Maggie separately hosted for their friends. While Owen was taken for a beer with his friends, following the traditional stripper dance, even though Owen didn’t mind at all about that, Amelia, on the other hand, who was actually hoping to see some strippers, had the classic bridal shower with gifts and friends telling stories about her. Although bored, Amelia pretended to have a fun time and thanked Maggie from the bottom of her heart for the effort she put in that party.

After their parties, both Owen and Amelia had arrived home pretty late only to wake up early and fly out to Chicago to help with the finishing touches for the wedding and get ready, staying in different hotel rooms.

So, before that moment, they hadn’t actually had time to take a deep breath and enjoy themselves. But, after talking for just a few minutes, they had arrived at the venue.

Before stepping out of the car, Owen and Amelia looked at each other, sighing in frustration.

“I never thought I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my husband at my own wedding.” Amelia complained, throwing her head back at the leather seat before the car fully parked in front of the building.

“You’ll get a whole life to do that.” Owen squeezed her hand and gave her a half smile, actually making Amelia feel better, like he did every time.

Looking out the window, the couple saw the many paparazzi flashing their cameras towards the black car, all gathered behind the security guards, eager for the first pic of Owen and Amelia as a married couple.

They had actually tried to keep the venue where they were having the reception a secret, but of course the information leaked and spread like wildfire. The truth was that Owen and Amelia were the hot couple of the moment and their wedding had been very expected, so there was no way of avoiding it. And they actually didn’t mind it.

Once Owen got out of the car and went around to open the door to Amelia, the flashes of the cameras started going nuts.

Actually not bothered by it, the couple held hands and smiled through the small walk to the building.

As they stepped into the venue, the couple was greeted by all of their guests and soon got orders to what they should do next, once again not getting to spend time with each other.

The band started playing some upbeat songs and Owen and Amelia began their task of going from table to table greeting their friends and thanking them for coming.

“You look so lovely, Amelia. My son is the luckiest to have you.” Evelyn Hunt, Owen’s mom, got up from her seat and held both Amelia’s hands, giving her new daughter-in-law a genuine smile. They hadn’t met a lot, but the few times Amelia got to spend with Evelyn, the woman had been the sweetest to her, comfortably allowing her into their lives.

Owen wasn’t one to introduce many women to Evelyn, even because before Amelia he had only had Cristina as a serious relationship and he knew how much of that was a let down, so to avoid disappointment, he had just stopped introducing the women he dated to his mom, until Amelia came around.

The moment Evelyn was introduced to Amelia, she knew that girl meant a lot to her son, since he had even stopped talking about his love life with her ever since Cristina. And, getting to know Amelia and how much she made Owen happy, Evelyn started to love her like her own daughter.

“Thank you so much, Evelyn.” Amelia said, hugging the tiny woman tight in her arms. “I actually feel like the luckiest one here today.”

Evelyn stepped back to look at the couple one more time and took Owen and Amelia’s hands in hers.

“You two are gonna be really happy, I’m sure of it.” She squeezed their hands and smiled widely at them, a tear falling from her eye, to which Owen quickly dried with his thumb before hugging her.

“I’m so proud of you, son.” Evelyn told him, kissing his cheek and stepping back.

“Thanks, mom.” He smiled at her, before they could head to the big Shepherd table.

After talking to Amelia’s mom, all of her siblings, nephews, brothers-in-law and sister-in-law, the couple actually got real tired, but had to move on to other three tables.

“Okay, hang on.” Amelia turned the other way and let go of Owen’s hand, confusing her husband.

“Wait, what? We still have a few guests to talk to.” He frowned.

“Babe, I really have to pee!” Amelia exclaimed, making Owen laugh at her desperation.

“Okay, but in that dress, you’re gonna take like an hour.” He pointed out. “So, I’ll be all alone to do this?”

Amelia looked at the other tables he was pointing at and shrugged her shoulders.

“That’s the loss of being my husband, sorry.” She joked, giving him a kiss on the cheek before stepping away. “I’ll be back in a few minutes!”

After finally figuring out how to pee in her wedding dress, Amelia left the bathroom and ran into Maggie before she could meet Owen again, who she spotted talking to some people at the other side of the room.

“Oh, there you are!” Maggie exclaimed when she bumped into Amelia. The woman was wearing a beautiful and flowy vivid red dress, a brighter shade from the wine coloured ones Meredith and April were wearing, since they were bridesmaids and Maggie was the maid of honor. “The wedding planner is looking for you everywhere! It’s almost time for yours and Owen’s first dance.”

“Sure, hang on, let me fix my shoe.” Amelia leaned on Maggie’s arm to get some balance while she fixed her shoe, but what Maggie said next threw her off so much that she stumbled in surprise.

“Wait, where’s your ring?”

Holding tighter onto Maggie so she wouldn’t fall, Amelia recovered her balance and quickly stood up, looking at her left hand, which had no ring on it.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” She widened her eyes and talked fast, even looking at her right hand to see if it was there. “Oh my God Maggie, I lost my ring!”

“You lost your wedding ring?!” Maggie raised her eyebrows at her best friend. She really shouldn’t be surprised, though, that was totally something predictable coming from Amelia. But still, losing your wedding ring on the day of your wedding was something else. Seeing Amelia looking around to see if it was anywhere near them and freaking out, Maggie tried to calm her down. “Okay, hold on, when was the last time you saw it?”

“I have no idea!” Amelia exclaimed, getting more nervous by the second. How the hell could she lose her wedding ring?! “I only remember it when Owen put it on my finger, at the church! Oh my God Maggie, what if I lost it at the church? What if those paparazzi took pictures of me without my ring?! Oh God, we’re gonna have so many rumors about our relationship!” Amelia paced around, both hands on her forehead, completely stressed out.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Meredith passed by the two of them and immediately stopped when she noticed how nervous Amelia was.

“Meredith, great!” Amelia shouted when she saw her friend. “You’re in the search duty. Let’s all start looking, c’mon!”

“Amelia lost her ring.” Maggie exclaimed to a very confused Meredith.

“Her wedding ring?!” Meredith widened her eyes, surprised.

“Yes, my wedding ring! Now, quit talking and let’s look for it. C’mon, people!” She clapped her hands and started to walk around them, looking for the ring on the floor.

“Wow, bossy.” Meredith murmured, to which Maggie laughed.

The three women went around the whole room, eyes on the floor the entire time, looking for the lost ring, meeting each other back by the bathrooms.

“Anything?” Amelia asked them, hopeful, to which they denied with their heads. Frustrated, she sighed and put her hands on her waist. “Seriously, how can I be this stupid? Who loses their wedding ring literally an hour after getting married?!”

“Have you tried asking Owen? Maybe he can help.” Meredith suggested.

“Of course not. I can’t tell Owen!”

“Why not?” Maggie asked.

“Maggie, we just got married. How will I tell him that I lost my wedding ring? I’d divorce me if it were the other way around. I’m so irresponsible…” Amelia said, sighing.

“Amelia, that’s ridiculous.” Maggie told her.

“Yeah, I know he wouldn’t do that and probably wouldn’t even mind. But let’s just… Not tell him yet, okay? Let’s keep looking.”

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Amelia turned around when she heard Owen’s voice from behind her. “It’s time for our first dance, c’mon.”

As he was taking her left hand in his, Amelia suddenly remembered she had no ring on it and quickly snapped it away from him, causing Owen to frown in confusion.

“I actually can’t right now. I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?” She told him.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Uh… we’re helping Meredith look for something she lost.” Amelia made it up, pointing at Meredith, who nodded, getting involved in Amelia’s story. “Yeah, she lost… Uh…”

Seeing Amelia was stuck, Meredith quickly thought of something she could’ve lost.

“My pin! The pin that I had on my dress.”

“Oh yeah?” Owen genuinely believed it, starting to look on the floor for it. “What color was it? I can help you girls find it.”

“Oh, there’s no need to!” Amelia quickly excused him. “You can go and tell the wedding planner I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”

Seeing Amelia was eager for him to get out of there, Owen stopped in his tracks, analysing his wife.

“Okay, what’s really going on?”

“Nothing. I told you, we’re looking for Meredith’s pin.” Amelia insisted, not looking into Owen’s eyes.

“Amelia…” He saw right through her that she was lying to him.

“Okay, fine.” She sighed, accepting there was no way she’d be able to keep this lie from Owen any longer. “I lost my ring.”

“You what?!” He raised his eyebrows in surprise, just like Maggie had reacted.

“Yes, my wedding ring, Owen. I freaking lost it and I can’t find it anywhere!” Amelia sighed again in frustration, hands on her hips.

“Oh my God, Amelia…” Owen just wanted to laugh at the fact his wife had been able to lose her wedding ring not even two hours after they got married and looked completely desperate about it, even though he didn’t find it such a big problem. But, being aware that Amelia would probably hit him if he laughed about the situation, he kept his mouth shut.

“Ugh, how can I be this reckless?!” She moaned, hands on her face.

“But, babe, I don’t think it’s such a big deal.” Owen said, making her shoot up her face to look at him, her eyebrows raised. “I mean, we could just get a new pair of rings after we get back from our honeymoon. After all, they’re just a symbolism.” He suggested, honestly thinking it was a simple solution.

“What?! And then we would end up with replacement rings for the rest of our lives? Rings that weren’t even at our wedding ceremony? Blessed by the priest or whatever?” Amelia said and Owen tried his hardest to contain his laughter at her ‘whatever’, since his wife was pretty serious about it. “Besides, the problem is that if I lost my ring at the church or in the car, it probably showed in the pictures taken outside! So, as we speak, there could be a big rumor going on about me not wanting to wear my ring because I don’t want to stay faithful and committed to you or something like that. You know how crazy these celebrity news can go.” She went on, trying to prove her point.

“Well, I don’t know where your ring is, but I actually just saw the first released pictures of you two getting in the building and you’re definitely wearing your ring, Amelia.” Meredith told them, showing Owen, Amelia and Maggie the picture she saw on her phone.

“Okay, so that’s not an issue anymore, no need to worry about it.” Owen reassured Amelia, running his hand up and down her arm to calm her down.

“Oh hey, have we checked the bathroom yet?” Maggie suddenly asked. “I remember you had just left it when we noticed your ring was gone.”

“Oh my God, the bathroom!” Amelia quickly turned around and ran inside it, Maggie and Meredith following her while Owen patiently waited outside the bathroom door, getting some weird looks from the women passing there.

After a few minutes, Amelia was back from the bathroom, a big smile on her face as she paraded her left hand with her wedding ring on it, making Owen laugh.

“Thank God for Maggie.” He said.

“It was in the trash.” Maggie sighed. “Your brilliant wife washed her hands, dried them and the ring slipped into the trash.”

“Yeah, it’s a little loose because we measured it a long time, but it just needs some adjustments.” Amelia said.

“Okay, can we go now? Sophie must be dying looking for us.” Owen asked, talking about their wedding planner.

The couple finally headed to the dance floor, for Sophie’s relief, and the woman then signaled the band for them to introduce Owen and Amelia’s first dance.

Perfect by Ed Sheeran started playing.

Ed Sheeran’s songs always meant a lot to them. Photograph was the first cover they did together back when they had just started dating and Owen also had a song of his with Ed himself, which was the main thing that made him start gaining success in the music industry. So, the couple thought that Perfect was the best choice for their first dance, since it also described exactly the way they felt about each other.

Owen gave Amelia a smile when they stepped at the empty dance floor, taking her hand in his and pulling her closer to his body, all eyes on them.

“I’ll probably step on your feet a lot, you know that, right?” She let him know, looking down to her feet. It wasn’t a complicated dance, just a slow song as her and Owen swayed to it. But dancing wasn’t something Amelia was completely comfortable in doing at all.

“That’s why there were rehearsals, Amelia.” Owen chuckled, holding her tighter so she’d feel more at ease.

“Yes, but now there’s all these people watching us…” She looked around at everyone circling the dance floor, taking pictures of them.

“Uh, but you’re a performer…” He looked at her, confused.

“I’m comfortable singing in front of everyone, but dancing is a whole other story.” She told him.

“Okay, then don’t look at them. Just look at me.” Owen suggested and she did so, looking into his eyes.

The couple stayed dancing in silence for a while, Amelia’s arms around Owen’s neck and his around her waist.

“Do you remember when we danced on the grass at Meredith and Derek’s wedding?” Amelia asked him all of a sudden.

“Of course.”

“That was the moment I knew that my future was with you.” She said, making him smile even wider. “I mean, I’ve known it ever since you stayed and helped me through rehab, but that moment made it all official.” Amelia explained. Seeing he was silent for a moment, she added: “And don’t you dare tell me you’ve known you wanted to marry me ever since we met.”

Owen laughed out loud, making the guests around them wonder what they were talking about.

“I wasn’t, I swear.” He told her, still laughing, even though he knew he wanted to marry her when they started dating. “And it’s not a competition, Amelia.”

“I know it’s not, but I still want to win.” She smirked at him, both of them laughing together.

As the song was coming to its end, Owen leaned down and met his lips with Amelia’s, slowly and gently kissing her, aware of the eyes and spotlight they had on them.

Separating their lips as he heard the sound of applause, he whispered in her ear.

“I wish I could just make out with you right now.”

“Me too.” She sighed, wanting to spend some alone time with her husband.

To make appearances, they stayed on the dance floor for a few more songs as the guests joined them, everyone seemingly having a nice time.

Getting some fresh air outside the agglomerate of people on the dance floor, Owen and Amelia sat together at a table nearby.

“Okay, what’s next for us to do, Mrs. Hunt?” Owen asked, going through their wedding obligations in his head.

Amelia smiled widely when he called her ‘Mrs. Hunt’. Even though she wasn’t changing her name due to artistic reasons, it was nice hearing that.

“Come with me.” She smirked at him, grabbing his hand and pulling Owen out of his chair. Both of them just wanted to be alone for a little while at their own wedding and that’s what she was getting them.

“Where are we going?” Owen frowned as Amelia took him away from the crowd and through the hidden back door of the room.

It was an open space with some heavy boxes around, probably from the band’s instruments, and a little old bench. That space could be used for smokers but there was no one there in that moment.

“You said you wanted to make out.” Amelia smirked at him and motioned to the empty space, once Owen closed the door behind them.

“God, I love you so much.” Owen smiled and quickly grabbed Amelia by the waist, pulling her hard against his body.

Their lips collided and they started kissing passionately, hands all over, since this time there was no one watching.

Owen gently pushed her against the nearest wall, putting one hand on her neck and the other on her hips.

“Wait, I probably need to be more careful.” He chuckled against her lips.

“Why the hell would you need to be careful?” She asked him, out of breath, annoyed that he’d stopped kissing her.

“I don’t know, your dress? Your makeup?” He said, not entirely sure.

“Who freaking cares about my makeup?” Amelia stated, back at devouring his lips.

They continued kissing for a while and slowly stopped, resting their foreheads against the other while both tried to regain their breath.

“I seriously cannot wait for Hawaii.” Owen said, talking about their honeymoon trip. After all the stress before the wedding and barely having any time to enjoy each other, he just wanted to relax on a beach with his wife.

“Me either.” Amelia agreed, putting her arms over his shoulders, a smile on her face. “Just you and me with some peace and quiet.”

The couple talked in each other’s arms for a few more minutes and took pictures of each other on Owen’s phone, a memory for them to have of that moment.

When Amelia had just taken a silly selfie on her husband’s phone, the door beside them opened, revealing an astonished Maggie.

“Oh my God, are you kidding me? You two have been hiding here this whole time?!” She exclaimed, an unbelievable look on her face. “What are you? Teenagers?”

“Sorry, Maggie, we just…” Amelia using an excuse, but couldn’t contain her laughter at Maggie’s expression.

“Oh God, Amelia, look at you! Your lipstick is all smudged!” She promptly got a tissue from Owen’s jacket pocket and wiped Amelia’s face. “Seriously, sometimes I feel like your mother.”

“You sure act like it.” Amelia joked, still laughing. “Even more than my mom does, actually.”

“Okay, c’mon. You guys need to cut the cake. Me and Sophie have been looking everywhere for you!” Maggie ushered the two of them back to the room where the reception was happening.

Owen and Amelia cut the big white cake and actually got to enjoy the party and socialize with their friends.

By 3am, the party was finally over. Owen said goodbye to his mom and her boyfriend and there were only him, Amelia, Maggie and Nathan left. The newlyweds almost demanded their two friends to go home, but Maggie insisted on staying and helping out with the things they’d keep from the party, stating she had promised Amelia’s mom she’d do so, sending the woman home. And Nathan, being Maggie’s boyfriend and her ride home, stayed as well and helped carry around a few boxes.

Owen made his way to the table Amelia was sitting at and threw himself on the chair beside her, exhausted.

“Do we just let them take care of it all?” He asked, seeing Maggie and Nathan walking back and forth.

“Why the hell not?” Amelia shrugged her shoulders, taking off her shoes and resting her feet on Owen’s legs. “We already did a lot today. I mean, we got married, for Christ’s sake!”

Owen laughed out loud at Amelia’s statement that getting married was already doing a lot.

“High five to getting married.” She raised her palm and Owen high fived her, both of them laughing.

Owen threw his head back and closed his eyes for a bit as he massaged Amelia’s feet on his lap, enjoying the quiet time with her at that after party vibe.

“Okay, so what is the next step for us?” He heard Amelia asking and opened his eyes, frowning at her in confusion.

“Huh?”

“I mean, we hooked up, we dated, got engaged and now we’re married. What’s next for us?” She explained her question. Unlike Owen, Amelia had never been in such a serious relationship before, at least not one where she planned a future with the person, not even back when she was a teenager. So, the whole thing was kind of new to her.

“I don’t know… Kids?” Owen answered, not sure.

“Yeah, let’s hang on a little about that.” Amelia chuckled.

“Of course. For now, we can just enjoy each other.” Owen smirked, his hand going up her dress a little bit to show his intentions.

“I’d love that, babe. But all I really want now is to get some rest, seriously.” She said, lying back on the chair, exhausted.

“Don’t worry, tomorrow we’ll be flying to Hawaii and you’ll be able to get lots of rest.” He smiled at her, excited for their honeymoon.

“I can’t wait.” She bit her bottom lip, smiling back at her husband.

Both Owen and Amelia were dying to finally get to their much awaited two week honeymoon and spend some time with each other after all the busy days preceding the wedding.

They just didn’t know they’d have so many obstacles on the way and what would come out of it in the end.