Hey guys!
So, contest details are below, we have a winner!
Second place will get something as well! ( I forgot to mention that last time)
I have a short story to tell, kind of embarrassing ,to be honest, but it was also a glorious moment!
A few years ago, I was listening to music via iPod, and i was laying down, but when I got up, I noticed I couldn't hear anything anymore. Confused, I looked down at my earbuds, and they had come out of the iPod. not paying too much attention, I tried plugging them back in, but it wouldn't work. Why? Because my earbuds were crap and the metal piece at the end of the earbuds? Yeah, it broke. And I had no way of getting it out. In a state of panic, I destroyed YouTube trying to find a way to get them out, and all of them involved superglue in some way. I chose one, and did exactly what I was supposed to do, and I ended up supergluing the earbud piece into my iPod. FML.
I still used my iPod for apps and games, but never tried again to get the piece out...until last night.
My iPod screen is shattered to pieces. I mean, people look at it, and have actually told me it scares them. It is so cracked it is the stuff of nightmares. (I dropped it on my grandmother's concrete floor….oops.), So while I was digging in the earbud jack to get the piece out, I noticed a broken piece of the screen was poking up while I was digging, and I lifted it, took some pliers, and get that sucker out!
I'm pretty proud of myself.
Anyway, that's all. just thought I would share that bit of information with you guys!
(Also, I am deleting a lot of internet history, or else my family would think I'm getting married some time soon ;)
And I never knew how stressful wedding planning was...and this isn't even my wedding. It's a fictional wedding...it's NOT REAL, and I'm stressing. But I'm going all out, because while it's stressful, it's fun, and I'm making my own pinterest board for my wedding wishes….*sigh*
"Mrs. Hudson, he will kill you." I said from Sherlock's chair, while Mrs. Hudson sat in John's.
"It will be fun."
"He won't be happy."
She huffed.
Sherlock had been gone for a while, on a case in Karachi. That morning he had called, saying the case was over and he was no his way home. I was ecstatic, and when Mrs. Hudson heard the news, she was too, planning a little welcome home party, which I was trying to avoid.
The door opened and closed quickly, and someone ran up the stairs. I leaned in the chair, over the arm, to see who it was, my lips turning up in a smile when I saw Sherlock coming back, his luggage swung over his shoulder. I rose from the chair.
Mrs. Hudson was the first to reach him, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck as he bent down to put his bag on the floor. He responded with a grunt, wrapping his free arm around her shoulders, before letting it drop, annoyed, making me giggle.
I followed after her, standing on my tiptoes and hugging his neck as soon as he was standing to full height again.
"I was only gone for a week and a half!" he exclaimed, before returning the hug.
When I released him, I felt a hand on my shoulder push me away, and John went to hug Sherlock, too, but he held up a hand.
"No." Sherlock said. I saw John's shoulders shake, his arms still outstretched, as he took a step closer to Sherlock, who took one step back. "John." He said, sternly. "I will hug Mrs. Hudson, and I will hug my fiancee, but I am not going to hug you."
John dropped his arms, laughing, as Sherlock went to get unpacked.
"So, the wedding's back on too, then." John said. I nodded.
"Yes, why wouldn't it be?"
"Well, I just didn't know." he shrugged, but Mrs. Hudson gasped.
"Oh have you made any plans yet, Elizabeth?"
"No, not yet." I shook my head.
"Why not-we could do it today!" She exclaimed.
"Do what today?" Sherlock asked, walking back into the room.
"Wedding planning." John answered. We all turned to him.
"We can't plan it without you."
He seemed a bit reluctant, and I couldn't blame him, and almost wished he had made other plans, like dinner, or something. I was nervous about wedding planning, to be honest. I knew I had to, we couldn't stay engaged forever, we would have to get married at some point, but I was scared.
"Oh, come on, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson begged.
"Fine." He said. Mrs. H clapped her hands, excitedly, while John went to get his laptop. Sherlock and I stood in the middle of the living room, unsure of what to do.
"Did you have fun?" I asked, trying to make conversation. He nodded.
"Yes, I did. Took longer than I expected."
John came down with his laptop, and Mrs. Hudson came up with some magazines she said a friend of hers had been saving for her daughter, and allowed Mrs. Hudson to borrow when she told her the news.
I searched, and searched, looking through pages and pages of magazines, trying to find a dress, while Sherlock and John talked about the venue.
"What about Wilton's Music Hall?" John asked. I shrugged.
"May be nice." I commented, while John typed into the computer. "What do you think?" I asked Sherlock. I was careful to keep the magazine facing away from him, and Mrs. Hudson kept a careful eye on it aswell.
"We'll have to see."
John turned the laptop towards us, and I shrugged again. It was nice, but I wasn't very fond.
"Meh." I said, leaning back, flipping the page, and making a sour face, as I did with almost all of these dresses.
"Alright, what about the Royal Exchange?"
Another no-go.
"What about St. Stephen's Hampstead?" Sherlock said, turning his phone so I could see. I put the magazine down (face down, of course), to get a better look.
"Yeah. I actually really like this one." I nodded, scrolling through some of the pictures. "This one. That's what I want." I nodded with a smile, glad that I was finally able to make a decision. I felt like we just made a huge dent in something almost unbreakable.
Sadly, I never found a wedding dress in the magazines, but Mom had been pestering me about a day out, looking for dresses (since our last one had been cancelled). I invited Molly, and Mrs. Hudson, and Sarah, even though her and John weren't together anymore. John didn't seem to mind us being friends, though, which I was happy about. I never asked why they split, and I didn't want to know, but John assured me it was on good terms.
I threw the last magazine down and sighed, resting my head against Sherlock's shoulder as he was still scrolling through pictures of St. Stephen's.
"Nothing?" He asked, no looking up. I shook my head.
"Nope. They're either too poofy, or too skinny, or have too much lace, or no lace at all, or their too short or too long."
"Sounds like you may have to find a tailor." He said.
"I hope not. Too lazy to do all of that stuff." He chuckled. "We're going shopping for one sometime. Maybe I'll find one them."
"Maybe." He repeated.
"Hopefully."
We decided to walk most of the way to the bridal shop, Mom leading the way along with Mrs, Hudson (The two got along beautifully), with Sarah on one side, and Molly to my left.
"Nervous?" Sarah asked ,wrapping her arm around mine, a small smile on her lips.
"Yeah." I said with a breath of a laugh.
"I'm sure you'll look lovely in anything you wear, Elizabeth." Molly said, trying to ease my nerves.
"Thanks."
We walked into the bridal shop and was attacked by a clerk, demanding to know who the bride was. Molly and Sarah pushed me forward, and as soon as they did so, the woman looked me up and down. I felt exposed, so I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Alright." Was all she said, before taking my arm and ushering me to the back. "Wait here." And she left.
"I thought I was going to look around." I whispered to Molly. She nodded, but then shrugged.
"Guess not." She said. "This'll be fun with her."
"Tell me about it."
The clerk came back with dresses draped over her arm, each one of them absolutely horrendous, but I tried them on anyway.
"I feel like a-" Mom sent me a look. "-I feel very indecent." I said, adjusting the skin tight dress, hurrying to the back to take it off. That was the last one she picked.
When I walked out without a new dress, mom sighed.
"Elizabeth." She said, exasperated.
"I didn't like any of them."
"You never like any of them."
"Do you mind if I look around?" I asked the clerk, ignoring my mother. She smiled and nodded, showing me where she thinks would be best for me. I thanked her, and began to look.
"What about this one?" Sarah asked, suggestively, pulling one from the rack.
"That's not real." I said, causing Sarah to laugh. "I refuse to believe someone would actually buy that and wear it for their wedding day."
"I don't think it's for the wedding day."
"Oh, gosh, Sarah." I whined, causing her to laugh harder.
We spent 15 minutes searching before I had enough.
"You know what." I said to myself, picking up the first five I saw, and walking back to the dressing room, and confused Sarah and Molly in tow.
I tried the first three, which were awful, and walked out with the first one.
"This!" I yelled as I walked out. My voice echoed through the store, causing some confused looks from other shoppers, but I didn't care. "This one. I want this one." I smiled.
"That's beautiful!" Molly exclaimed, placing a hand over her mouth. I jumped, unable to contain my excitement.
It had quarter length, lace, off the shoulder, sleeves, with lace going across my chest, a solid white underneath with a sweetheart neckline. The lace went all the way down the bodice , and straight down, while solid white puffed out from the sides, lace designs lining the bottom. The white, though, wasn't too poofy, and the amount of lace was just right.
Mom took a picture on her phone, and I asked Molly to do the same on mine, before we looked at the price.
"We can't afford this." Mom said, her facing dropping. I smiled.
"You can't, but I know man who can." I pulled out a credit card from my purse. "Mycroft gave this to my earlier this morning. When he heard the news, he designated himself the wedding planner." I said with a laugh. "He told me the dress, lunch, and anything else we needed was on him."
We paid for the dress, and decided, since Mycroft was buying, to eat lunch at a small yet fancy restaurant a few blocks away.
I got back to the flat before John and Sherlock did. John drug Sherlock out of the house to get a new tux, saying his old one just wouldn't do. Sherlock wasn't entirely upset about it, but he was still a bit reluctant to go.
I quickly put my dress in John's room, instead of mine and Sherlock's, and hurried back down the stairs, getting to the bottom and soon as Sherlock and John were coming up.
"Have fun?" I asked.
I heard two different answers-a 'No' from Sherlock, and a 'Kind of' from John.
"Did you?" John asked. "FInd a dress."
"I did." I beamed. "Wanna see?"
"Absolutely." I led John to his room to show him.
"Elizabeth, that is gorgeous."
"Isn't it?"
"Try it on." And he left.
I modeled it for him, and he took a picture to send to Harry, who couldn't be there when we went shopping, sadly.
"So is everything done, then. Are we finished planning?" Sherlock asked.
"Not quite. Sorry love." I said, plopping down on the couch next to him.
"What else to we have to decide on?"
"Cake, date, guests, songs for the ceremony, decorations, photographer, entertainment, food, hotels for out-of-town guests, invitations, I have to look for bridesmaid dresses, florist, transportation, and the rings. Everything else we have covered."
He seemed lost, which was odd for him. "We have a lot to do."
"Oh, joy."
Everything was almost finished. Bridesmaid dresses? Check! Blue, silk dresses. We had a florist, a photographer, and cake (yummy red velvet!), a ringbearer, a flower girl, a hotel, decor.
We were ready to have a wedding.
I chose Molly to be my lovely maid of honour. I would have chosen Harry, but she declines, saying she didn't feel like she would do a very good job.
The bachelorette party aws nothing special, really. It felt like one giant sleepover with Sarah, Molly, and my sister, who they seemed to really like.
It was time for the rehearsal and dinner, the night before the wedding, and I was scared straight. The rehearsal ran smoothly, and for dinner, Sherlock's family paid for it all, as was the tradition, and the restaurant they decided to go to was extremely fancy. I felt underdressed, though Sherlock assured me I looked fine.
Dinner was over, but instead of going back home, mom had planned for Sarah, Molly, Harry and I as well as Sherlock's mother to come stay at Molly's house, seeing as she actually lived in London, and it was a lot closer to the venue.
"Try the dress on. Mrs. Holmes hasn't seen it." mom urged. Out of all of us, I think she was the most excited.
Mrs. Holmes' hand flew to her mouth, just as Molly's had at the shop.
"You look gorgeous." she said.
"Now what are we going to do with that hair?" mom asked. Mrs. Holmes let out a little laugh, moving behind me, taking bits of my hair, moving them around, telling mom what she thought could work.
"What do you think, Elizabeth?" Mom asked. She held her phone out to me to use as a mirror. My hair was up in a simple updo. I nodded.
"I like it." I said, pulling some of my bangs down to frame my face.
"Curl it a little." Mrs. Holmes suggested, and I nodded, liking the idea.
Everyone went to bed early, except for me. I had tried to sleep, honestly, but to no avail.
I walked to the kitchen to get some warm milk.
"Wedding jitters?" I heard someone ask from behind me. I almost dropped my glass, but chuckled a little at myself when I saw Mrs. Holmes.
"Yeah, I guess." I said, taking a drink of my milk. She smiled at me, gesturing to the kitchen table. I sat down across from her, and she took one of my hands in hers.
"It's only natural to be nervous, but there is nothing to be worried about, trust me. Mycroft wouldn't allow anything to go wrong." She said, seriously, and I giggled a little. If something were to go wrong, Mycroft would have a conniption. "You will look stunning." She continued. "There is nothing to be afraid of."
The next morning, at the church, Mom was busy fussing with me hair, and dress. I tried to shoo her off, tried to get her to check on the plans for the reception, but she refused to leave.
"Mom, it's fine." I said, dodging her hand as she reached out to smooth a curl.
"But it's-"
"Fine." I finished for her. "It's fine."
She gave us, her eyes teary, and a few tears and spilled over. "You look beautiful." She complimented as John and Sherlock's father walked in. Mr. Holmes was going to be walking me down the aisle, since John was the best man, and I was very happy about it, to be honest, and he seemed to be too.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror before I followed Mr. Holmes out. My hair was done in a simply updo, the one Mrs. Holmes had shown us last night, with the bangs falling from it. I didn't have much makeup, since I never wore much anyway, and it would probably run and get messy, like my hair will. The dress still fit perfectly, better, I think, than it did at the shop. I didn't look like Elizabeth Watson. I looked like a queen.
Mr. Holmes had his arm held out for me, and I smiled at him, looping mine around his, and he placed his other hand on top of mine, reminding me to take a deep breath and relax. I thanked him for his advice, and smiled as the doors opened and everyone stood.
Cliffhanger!
I was stressing out about this whole thing, and I like the plans I made for this chapter.
So, of course, I did a whole bunch of research and digging, and everything mentioned in this chapter has a reference, which I will post the links for, if you're interested:
Bridesmaid dresses:
blue-bridesmaid-dresses-for-elegant-new-style/short-royal-blue-bridesmaid-dress-design/
Elizabeth's Dress:
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Hair reference:
romantic-bridal-updos-wedding-hairstyles/2/
(When you hit 'Next', it is the first one you see (with the brown hair)
Venue:
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I did a lot more digging, but those were the final decisions.
And can I just say something about Amelia Sposa wedding dresses? One word: Wow!
They are all stunning! I couldn't choose one, and the last two that I came down to, out of the other 13 dresses I had picked, were both Amelia Sposa. Amazing dresses, but probably cost money out of the wazoo.
So, We have a winner! And our winner is
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CheckAlexa !
Thank you for your review, my dear, and I'm glad you liked the chapter! I have seen thousands of stories that portray Irene as evil, like you said, and I don't think she is, so I decided to do something different, and I really like the way it turned out, and I'm glad you liked it as well! And fan fiction has a way of deleting a lot. I wouldn't be surprised if I get a lot of reviews saying the links are bad because a lot of the letters have been deleted, or the link have been deleted all together. It's very frustrating, but ah well. What can you do?
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The motto for the Game of Thornes fandom is as follow: Don't get attached, they will probably die.
~Dream I Dare
That's going to be tough for me, because I get attached very easily. *sigh*
If Tyrion of Daenerys die, though, I am going to riot.
And that's all I have. I also wanted to announce the second place, Nott01, who PM'd me their answer. You can also choose from the list, if you would like!
I don't think I have anything else to say, other than I'll catch you guys later!
~Eruaphadriel