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also the parallel between Sam and John both being asked if they would take the serum if offered and Sam not hesitating to say no while John genuinely wants nothing more. That was not even close to subtle Marvel. That parallel exists to prove to anyone who had doubts that if anyone deserves to be Captain America, it’s Sam Wilson. No one else.

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Cinderella

kissmyassloves

The Selected Enola Holmes: Chapter Two (2)

Enola had been drinking in the beautiful man’s appearance to the point that she hadn’t realized quickly enough that she was staring. Thank god she was in relative darkness because the spreading warmth on her cheeks was probably evident. Clearing her throat and looking anywhere but at him, she cooly composed herself and tried to hide the wince that resulted from her upper arm being in pain. She then hurriedly uttered an,

“I’m fine.” Or at least I will be, she thought.

The young man wasn’t convinced, but he dropped it. Instead, he looked at her with curious eyes and a boyish smirk. At that, she decided that she was going to go on that walk that she desired earlier. As she turned to leave, she had noticed that he intended to do the very same thing. She couldn’t just shoo whoever this man was off. not after he was why she was even out here. Enola was many things, but she wasn’t rude (on purpose, anyway). So what could she do but allow him to fall in step beside her? But wait. She hadn’t even asked this stranger his name to properly thank him.

“You’re Enola Holmes, right? I remember seeing your picture when the selected were being announced.”

She nodded and then proceeded to ask him with a small polite smile,

“So what name should I attach to the face that helped me get out here.”

That seemed to shock him momentarily. His expression and silence seemed to weigh whether she was joking or not because he genuinely could not tell. Though she couldn’t think why she would be. Was she supposed to know who he was? See, Enola had grown up in the countryside in all fairness and though she did read and get an education but she wasn’t as attached to today’s famous figures as most of the people her age were (if this man could even be deemed notable, that is). She had still been waiting for a response from him, and when he realized, he scrambled to respond with an “I’m Reese.”

That was enough to make her stop walking just as abruptly as he had said it. Did she hear that correctly? She looked at him to see if he was deceiving her, but then it all started to click. She actually took in the crisp suit he was wearing and the slightly loosened tie around his neck. No doubt expensive, and he must have been working late and finally caught a break , she thought. That would have explained his absence at dinner tonight. His hair was slightly disheveled but somehow kempt. Probably from running his hand through it on more than one occasion today. He looked like he could have needed the fresh air as much as she did. Which meant that…he actually was the prince. Shit .

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Pull yourself together, Holmes! she thought to herself. Even if he was the man she had negative preconceived notions about. She still had to keep her guard up and stay in the game. But he didn’t seem like a stuck up prick. Not if the way he helped her out just now said anything. She had already embarrassed herself twice that night in front of the prince, no less, and she wasn’t going to do it a third time. She could already see the amusement dancing in his kind dark eyes. And she decided then and there that she would have to put distance between herself and yet another man. Especially if they were eliciting notions of kind eyes . Really, what had gotten into her, she had only just met the heir, and she already sounded like she had a crush on him. She tells herself that she doesn’t , at least.

“So you’re the man all this fuss is for” she hadn’t meant to say it, but he seemed to take amusement in the statement and laughed. She’d decided that the sound was…nice. But she’d never let him know that.

“And I believe you signed up to be a part of it, Lady Enola and as they say, teamwork makes the dream work,” he winked. There was no trace of mean-spiritedness in his remark, and she couldn’t help but smile because he did have a point. Even if she was there for entirely different reasons than he probably thought.

“Touché,” she conceded in fun.

“So how do you like the palace so far?” he had his hands behind his back and fell back into step with her.

“well, your highness-”

“-please call me Reese.”

“well, Reese, honestly? I think it’s…huge for lack of a better word. And so…rich.”

He snorted at that with an eyebrow raised. “Rich?”

She could see the amusement and lightly shoved him, hiding a smile. She’d realized that he was easy to warm up to. She didn’t know if that was good for her or not, considering her intentions of being here in the first place.

“yes, rich, and don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful and all but…you know? You’ll have to forgive me for my limited vocabulary. It’s been a long day,” she chuckled.

“Understandable. I like to come out here after one of those too. That and my little passion for botany.”

“So am I looking at ye pride and joy?” she joked as they strolled.

“Oh, absolutely, a thing of beauty isn’t she,” he played along.

“Could use a trim if you ask me,” he let out a laugh, and it was starting to worry her how she couldn’t help but genuinely smile every time he did so.

“So Lady Enola, am I to assume you’d find a way to trim an already perfect hedge?”

“Perfect in whose eyes, Reese?”

“Mine”

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That one word and the way he said it lit something warm inside of her. Maybe she was reading too deeply into this, but it had sounded like a double entendre. Her blush was making itself known. And the look he was giving her wasn’t helping the little somersaults her stomach was having either. Were they still talking about the hedges? Doing her best to keep things relatively normal, she cleared her throat. She continued like nothing had internally tripped her up in the first place.

“Right. But if I may be honest with you, I don’t really care about flowers. At least not the way you seem to.”

“Not many people do, I’m afraid. But that’s alright. We can’t all be blessed with taste” that earned him another shove.

“Prince Reese everyone, a true comedian” she joked, rolling her eyes in amusement. He mock bowed, and she laughed.

“No, really, though, flowers can be used to communicate how one feels. Like a language of sorts. A lot of people use them for love and-”

“-is that what you intend to do? Leave various flowers for all of us to decipher your affections” she was joking, of course. Still, he didn’t catch it quickly enough if his rising blush was anything to go by.

“oh! no, I mean maybe, but I genuinely intend to talk to you all and get to know you but honestly…I’m not sure how to go about all of this. I know the basics but dating 35 girls at once is…I just feel like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Enola could sympathize, and guilt was starting to rare its ugly head. Here, she took advantage of a prince who was basically pouring his heart out to her and giving her an escape from her brothers while trying to find a wife and balance his duties in front of the entire country. Damn her conscience for what she was about to tell him.

“Ok . You should probably know something.”

He looked deflated, “oh, you have a boyfriend back home, don’t you?”

“no!- no, It’s not that. I don’t actually,” why was she so eager to shut that down? And why did those somersaults return when he perked up at her debunking his theory? Anyway,

“I was just going to say that my intentions for entering the selection weren’t entirely pure. You see, my brothers are looking for me and wanted to drag me back to a life of misery. My oldest brother Mycroft more than my other one Sherlock, really. And to put some distance between them, I entered this competition knowing that they wouldn’t be able to touch me if I got selected by some miracle. And now I feel terrible because, excuse my french Reese or Viscount Tewksbury, but you’re not the prick I thought you would be. I feel terrible knowing that you’re practically housing and feeding me when I initially had no intention of helping you. On top of that I could be waist I g your time and in the place of a girl that truly wants to be here. A girl that could end up being the love of your life. I’m truly so sorry.” she had finally stopped pacing and looked him in the eyes to weigh his reaction.

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She couldn’t quite read the shifting emotions on Reese’s face, which only worried her more. She was sure that she’d be the first girl to be kicked out of the competition now. And the irony of her also being the first of the selected that the prince even got to spend time with like this wasn’t lost on her either.

“Did you really just call another of my titles after my first name? You do know that Viscount could also act as a first name as well as Reese, right? Or even Tewksbury. It’s all the same to me.”

What ? Is that what he picked up from all she had just said? Enola was now stunned to momentary silence.

“wait, you’re not… mad ?” she really was lost here.

“How could I be mad at honesty?” he was as collected as she had first seen him earlier that night under the dim lamplight. He really was telling the truth.

“So I guess I should prepare to leave then?” she was trying to find some sort of course of action.

“Now, why would you do that? Wouldn’t that make it easier for your brothers to get to you? They already know where you are, so the news of you leaving would be spoonfeeding them your whereabouts.”

Did she hear that correctly? Was he suggesting that he’d actually let her… stay ? Maybe he had a longer day than she did because he just might be delirious, but she wasn’t complaining. And his earnest eyes that were honestly considering and assessing her and her situation only made her want to hug him.

Was she becoming soft?

“So are you saying…”

He looked at her with a small smile and confirmed her suspicions,

“Yes, Lady Enola, I’m saying you can stay. I’ll keep you in the competition until you decide to leave or come up with a plan to escape your brothers if you choose to drop out. Just let me know.”

This man was heaven sent. There was no other explanation for it. He really did care. And before he knew it, she was barreling towards him for a hug repeating phrases of thanks. His minor shock passed as his arms enveloped her, and enjoyed the warm gesture. Her hair smelt of roses, and he tried his best not to take a whiff. He wasn’t a creep. Realizing her actions, she hurriedly pulled away and composed herself. She knew that she’d had to find a way to repay him somehow because that’s just the way she was.

In fact, she had an idea of how.

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“What if, in exchange for staying here, I help you pick out the girl of your dreams? You know, be your wing-woman of sorts. It’s the least I could do.” His gaze on me lasted a beat longer than usual, and he responded with,

“Would you really?”

He seemed relieved. There was something else there that Enola couldn’t quite place, but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was helping him because she knew she could, plus she perceived he needed it.

“Of course, it’ll be fun and something to do while I’m here. Please. I insist. we can even have a secret signal we can use with each other if we need to tell the other something important. or if we just want an audience with each other”

“like a wink?”

“something like that but maybe something more discreet?’ I say an ear tug.”

He agreed and sincerely couldn’t find it in him to say no to a deal like that, so he didn’t.

He offered his arm, to which she accepted, and they both walked back to the palace with renewed promise and closeness that wasn’t there at the beginning of their encounter.

kissmyassloves

The Selected Enola Holmes: Chapter One (1)

Fair warning! This fic is not mine. It belongs to my frined ‘multifandomkingdom’ on AO3. I asked her to write it and thankfully she said yes Heres the link if you want to read it there. Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27004441/chapters/65919898

.Enola should have known that this would probably be a bad idea. Yes, she had run away from her brothers to avoid a life that she thought would strip her of her liberty, but even she could admit that she should have thought this one through just a little more. No matter. She would wing it and make the most of the situation at hand. Even if she was about to enter a competition that could eventually make her the future Queen of the United Kingdom.

To be fair, she knew that she had to simultaneously hide in plain sight and in a place that her brother Mycroft would least expect her. And that was in this superficial excuse of a speed dating chalk up for Prince Reese. A prince that she did not even care to know. Granted, she’d never even seen him. But she was sure that he was just another aloof prick that preferred to be pent up behind his tall walls of privilege. Plus, she hated the idea of someone having their pick of the litter and thought it a bit shallow. But the young women that lined up at every available stall that took submissions didn’t seem to. To each their own, she supposed. For most of them (at least from where she was standing in a bustling London), it was a free pass to being rich, famous, and of course, a future ruling queen. Still, to her, it was merely a meal ticket and an overt hiding spot. Pricey and elaborate but a hiding spot nevertheless. And at the time, it seemed great because, on the off chance that she got selected, she’d be practically unreachable to her brothers. Even if she was plastered on screens everywhere because of the competition from that point on. Her brothers couldn’t get past the palace walls unless a royal gave the say so or an event was planned. She knew that much.

All of that would have been ideal. But rationalizing now, Enola was sure she wouldn’t even get a double-take from the said prince. Which is why she was waiting in line, in the midst of giddy and excited young women to make her submission. Because at least then it would allow her time to think of a backup plan if and when this one fell through. She was desperate, and admittedly, this wasn’t one of her shining moments. However, her brothers didn’t know she was in London, and if she didn’t find a way to put at least some distance between her and them, she was certain Sherlock would sniff her out sooner than later. So really, she was buying time. Yes, she’d go with that for now. It was her turn to submit her form and take her picture to complete her submission.

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The results for who had been “selected” were about to be announced. She was at a cafe, and all eyes except hers were on the TV hanging in the top corner. She enjoyed her muffin with half the mind to get up and leave, but her curiosity always won. So she stayed. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a bit nervous because, truth be told, she could think of no other backup plan that didn’t involve her hiding in obscure lodgings. She knew the money her mother left her wasn’t going to last forever. But even so, she continued to eat and let her mind run a mile a minute. All while barely paying attention to the voice that came from the screen above her. She hadn’t even bothered to look up at the royal family that she assumed was plastered on screen because she didn’t really care to gauge the reactions Prince Reese would probably have of every selected girl.

That was until she heard her name leave the lips of the news commentator.

She seemed to have been momentarily frozen into place. Eyes slowly widening as the realization came in increasing waves. By the time she looked up, she had only seen her picture fading and moving on to the next selected girl. She was one of the 35. She could hardly believe it. And she was shocked to find that she hadn’t been immediately filled with complete dread at the idea. She would blame that on the fact that she was relieved that she didn’t have to find a plan b for a little while. As she made her way to her temporary room that’s she’d (thankfully) be moving out of, she began to think. But then other thoughts crept into her head. Thoughts that varied from the fact that sherlock and subsequently Mycroft would undoubtedly know where she was or at least where she was about to go. And the fact that she was on her way to “compete” ( ugh ) for a prince’s affections. She even thought with a bitter chuckle that Mycroft would be pleased as being selected immediately raised an individual’s status and, by extension, their family’s. Upholding appearances and achieving an exalted societal standing seemed to be a kink of his.

But as far as she was concerned, she would have to work on staying in this little game that was now afoot. At least long enough to come up with a better plan to eventually live the life she wished to.

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The day had come for the selected to arrive at the palace. Enola had mentally prepared and reminded herself to maintain a level head in the limo ride. She was riding with a few other girls that registered in her area. As they chatted amongst themselves and bonded over being able to snag the “dashing prince,” she allowed herself to get lost in the moving image that was outside. She could see a hoard of fans and photographers that lined the streets, no doubt wishing them well and itching to get a glimpse of them. Though the window glass was tinted, she wasn’t quite used to the flashes. Not quite knowing what to do with herself, she settled on waving back and smiling much to the delight of ecstatic… fans ? Could she actually call them that, though? They didn’t really know her yet. Would she stay in this tournament of sorts long enough to even let them get to that point? She wasn’t sure, but she did know she’d at least go out swinging when that time came.

As they pulled up to the palace gates, Enola could only observe and take in the place in all its grandeur. She could only think that a child growing up here would be…lonely. And from what she remembers hearing, the prince was an only child. That moment of sympathy she had for him was dashed as she watched a multitude of servants line the entrances. He was still so obscenely wealthy, which wasn’t necessarily his fault. Still, he must’ve been used to having everything served on a silver platter to him. But from what she could view, maids of three had been assigned to each selected girl that had already arrived. Would she be getting the same? She didn’t quite know how to manage that. Would she be forced to learn?

What if she couldn’t-

“You’re in the way 5ft4”.

Rolling her eyes at that, Enola could only restrain herself from responding to the girl that pushed her out of her sight like this mistake in her perfect picture. She wasn’t here to cause any trouble. She had to remind herself why but she wasn’t going to lie. It was hard when at least 40% of the girls here seemed to be like this. Would the future Queen be one of them? Her stomach might have just curled at the thought. Making her way to the line before her, hands cooly in her pockets. A single whistle escaped her as she continued to take in the place.

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She had been introduced to her ladies in waiting (Jesus, she wasn’t sure she could get used to having those) and shown to her bedroom. She wasn’t going to lie; she was impressed. As expected, it was every bit as luxurious as she thought it would be. Not a bad free ride , she mused as she looked around and the bed? That, she could get used to. It seemed to mould to her, and she was starting to worry she would never want to leave it.

Not too long after that, her ladies were getting her ready for their first dinner with the royal family. This would probably be the first time she would meet the lad that had these girls so boy crazy. She had to admit, she was a bit curious to know if he was worth all of the hype—just a little.

And even if he was, she wasn’t actually here for him anyway. It took more than looks to sway Enola. What use was a boy with no substance?

As they were seated, she could see the King and Queen whispering to each other discreetly while sizing up the selected. I had noticed a chair to the king’s left had been empty. The prince wasn’t even here. Well, and that fact had slightly deflated the women around her. Subsequently, a servant came in announcing that the prince sent “his apologies but was otherwise occupied with work but will be sure to greet you all personally tomorrow.” You could physically feel the energy in the room shift and reignite at the prince’s mention of meeting the women. The almost sudden change tickled Enola. It was truly comical. But she’d stay mum. After the most delicious meal, she could honestly say she has ever tasted (damn, did she pick the best place to freeload ), she along with the rest of the selected, made their way to their rooms. But she needed fresh air to at least start concocting a plan b when the warm blankets and delightful roast dinner eminently stops being a possibility for her. Besides, she was never meant to be caged in. Not when outside was so big and revitalizing.

But as she made her way to the door that leads to the great garden, the guards at either side had literally crossed their rifles in front of the door as she tried to leave. Enola was slightly flabbergasted. she deemed that that kind of thing was only the stuff of movies, yet here she was.

Now that just wouldn’t do.

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Now, Enola didn’t mean to get into a near screaming match with the guards who were now putting their hands on her to get her away from the door. But here she was. She’d almost broke one’s wrist when she felt him inching a bit too low. All she wanted to do was go outside for a second to think. Was that too much to ask?

“Let her go!” the guards looked at whoever elicited that authoritative tone behind her in confusion, momentarily stiffened, and then released her immediately. She’d smoothened any caused wrinkles on her clothes, slit eyes never once leaving the buffoons in front of her in annoyance. Mystery man continued,

“Open the door and let her out.” The guards looked taken aback.

“-but your hi-” Was this door not supposed to be opened or something? Were we not allowed to go into the gardens?

“-I didn’t stutter, now please open the door.”

Smiling smugly in triumph at the guards in front of her and without turning back even once, she made her way out into the night air.

“Are you ok? No, bruises?” Fantastic. Whoever it was had followed her out. She did notice that the voice was deep and male. But surprisingly gentle for the timbre. And Enola also realized how mannerless she was being by not thanking him for helping her back there. It was then that she turned around. And under the dimly lit garden lights stood a tall young man, with attractive broad shoulders that possessed what she would begrudgingly have to accept was probably the most gorgeous face that she had ever seen in her young life.

mindlikethetide

You were made to fight.

Check out my friend’s St. Berry story on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25751824

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

#st berry #st. berry #st. berry fanfic #st. berry fanfiction #st. berry fic #rachel berry x jesse st. james

shashabusiness

Pose S2 E8 {angel & lil papi}

melancholicoptimist

BITCH, the way Papi threw that damn jacket on the wall in pure rage for Angel.

I FUCKING STAN. PERIODT

Don’t play with me and give me the RELATIONSHIP WE DESERVE TO SEE

shashabusiness

Pose season 2 finale {lil papi and angel}

mytvjunk

Lil Papi & Angel is the ship we deserve this season. Bring it on Pose writers!

hashtagloveloses

anyway, angel and papi INVENTED love

alicentpark

“You kissed me ‘cause you was sad. It was a pity kiss and now you don’t know how to act around me. Go ahead, reject me. I can handle it. I’m not just some hoodrat who can’t see he ain’t got shit to bag a girl like you.”

“Papi… That’s not true. I’m just scared.”