#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. 

[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.