queen of your whole life

Okay this post is gonna be long as hell.

Okay shoutout to @wwefanatic91 for paying attention to where she would be. We got in line to see her and I wanted to cry. I couldn’t believe it. She was so beautiful in person. Her waist was so tiny. She wears her weave in the same inches I do. It had to be at least 26 inches. Her skin looked buttery smooth. Her smile lights up a room. She was just perfect. (TV does her justice but seeing her in person??? Bruh. A goddess among us.) I got so nervous the closer we go to her. We were almost there when security was making her leave. I was about to cry for real. I thought that I wasn’t gonna get a chance to meet my fav. Then she was like “they’re making me leave but I’ll take pics with everybody”. I was so ready. Okay not really because I had to redo mine because she moved really quick and my dumb ass still had my timer on selfie mode. 😭😭😂 She was nice enough to take another one. Y'all…I’m tearing up writing this. I never thought I would get a chance to meet her EVER. There were so many things that I wanted to say to her. I just wanted to thank her and tell her how much I appreciate her. She encourages me to follow my heart no matter how much bullshit comes my way. She encourages me to be a better person. I just wanted to thank her for just being herself. She’s paving the way for young, black girls, especially girls my skin tone and darker. Who would have thought we would get to see a woman close to our skin tone achieve so much in this company? She deserves the world and then some. She’s everything to me and I love her. It was such a honor to be in the same space as her. I’m forever grateful. 💚💚💚 (I’m still mad that I had to take my green hair out before Mania weekend. 😭😭😭) Whatever color she has next time, I’ll make sure I have it in lmao.

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You had been in queens your whole life, growing up in a small apartment building. You didn’t have many friends, but that was only due to the fact that you were homeschooled by your father.

But the kid across the way always made you smile, Peter Parker. He would always have a smile on his face and loved to share little facts with you. Aunt May would let the little boy write his everyday facts on popsicle sticks in which he would sent to you the next day.

Today, you crawled out of bed, you were only 12 years old. You saw a cup full of popsicle sticks, some were painted various colors, but you noticed one red on. You yawned, putting your hands up in the air, but reached out towards the cup, grabbing the red stick and reading the fact.

“Turtles can breathe through their butts.” You mustered a smile, laughing at the new fact of the day. “Good morning, sweet heart.”

You rubbed your eyes and saw your father standing in the doorway of your room, he had a smile on his face. “Hi dad.”

“So, me and your mom have a surprise for you. You jumped out of bed almost instantly, you wanted to know what this little surprise was. They led you to the living room, where you sat down on the couch, your hair a mess and pajamas covered in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

“So honey, you know how me and your mother talked about going on vacation?” You nodded excited, hoping you would soon be resting on a beach in Florida, or even going on a long cruise in the widespread ocean.


“Where are we going?” You were hoping for Disney World, how you so longed to go to Disney. “We’re going to Europe!”

You sat there, blank, no reaction, you tried to think of the things that are in Europe, but nothing was coming to mind. “Europe?”

Your parents seemed so excited about this trip, so you smiled happily at their reactions. “ We leave tomorrow and won’t be back until the start of the school year.”

Your smile dropped almost instantly, it was only the beginning of summer, you wanted to hang out with Peter this summer, but your plans aren’t exactly going to work out if you are in a whole different country.

“But, i wanted to see Peter more. Try and make more friends.” Your mom walked over to you, sitting down on the couch next to you. “Honey, this is a big trip for your father.”

You had soon realized that this trip would be fun, you just had to be open to the idea of new things, maybe Europe was to be the one thing you are looking forwards to this summer. “Okay, can I tell Peter we’re leaving?”

“Oh yes, of course” You got up, running into your room and changing into regular clothes, once you were done with that, you ran over to the neighbors. You knocked on the door profusely, Aunt May opened the door, a large smile plastered on her face, “Good Morning, Y/N. Peter is just now waking up.”

You smiled as she welcomed you into the apartment, you saw pancakes made on the stove, freshly made, eat one a light brown color. Peter walked out of the room, he wore a pair of blue sweatpants and a larger shirt. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, his brown hair a curly mess.

“Oh hey.” A light blush came to his face, you smiled at his awkward demeanor. “I heard about your summer trip to Europe, you excited?”

“oh, yes-s.” You moved your hair behind your ear, Peter stood in silence. “Your leaving?”

You nodded, “yeah, I’m leaving for the summer.” Peter looked heartbroken, he didn’t want to have his best friend leave for the summer.

“When are you gonna come back?” He walked into the kitchen, his whole attitude changed, he was now sad, but didn’t want to show it.

“At the start of the school year.”


Peter walked away, he grabbed a pancake and put it on the plate, spreading butter on it slowly. “Gives you a chance to make more friends Peter.”

Aunt May was trying to lighten the mood, “I gotta go back my bags. I’ll see you soon Peter.”

You ran up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, pulling out a purple popsicle stick from your pocket and placing it in his hand.

He looked at the popsicle stick and read what it said, “August 13th, I will return home.”

There was a tiny smiley face placed on the end of the stick. You have Aunt May a hug and ran out of the apartment and back to your own.

You started to pack your bags that day and left the next. You would be flying to London, a 7 hour flight, and so far, the flight was just boring, you had to sit between your parents. Your dad was asleep on your side, snoring away as the flight carried on.

Before you knew it, you landed in the freezing London weather, your dad shook himself awake, “Honey, we’re here.” Your dad pointed out of the window at London, you weren’t very impressed, in fact it just looked like a duller Queens.

“We’re gonna be here for the rest of summer?” Your mom shook her head, “we’re traveling all around Europe for your father’s job.”

—TIME JUMP—

It was 2 weeks into the trip, you had found out that even though Europe is dull it has it’s perks. Like the countdown to go home. Mom and Dad seemed to enjoy their time, they would always wander or even disappear at times, you were fine with that.

But it was one day when you were left alone, that you were lost. You didn’t know what to do, you were in a large road, people walking around and cars moving everywhere. “Mom?” You yelled out into the crowd, but nobody seemed to respond to you, they only walked around you, but there was the occasional person who ran into you.

The young man ran into you so harshly, it caused you to fall down, landing on the hard rock street. You looked around you, people did not care about what you were doing, they only walked around you, once again. “Young lady, are you okay?”

You looked up to see a young lad with glasses, a long brown trench coat resting on his body. He held out a hand to you, you took it gladly, mesmerized by his thick accent. “Did you lose your parents?”

You nodded as he pulled you off the ground, you looked at his outfit, he had a black tie with a tie clip, on the clip sat a little symbol, it looked to be skull with 6 tentacles coming from the skull, each one curving in different directions. “My company’s symbol.”

For some reason, you had recognized that symbol, but you didn’t know from where. “How about you use my telephone and you can call your parents” You nodded and followed the younger man to a building, you stood on the sidewalk, the man was going into his white truck, pulling out his phone.

“Here, you have to come to me, my phone is dead.” You walked to where he was, which was in some parking lot, you looked around for people, yet there was nobody in sight. You walked around his door, he held a phone in his hand, you gladly took it, calling your parents number, but before you could react, there was a thick white cloth pressed over your mouth, your breathing became shallow as you panicked, your vision blurring until soon you couldn’t see a thing.


PART TWO?

Who You Are (Part 5)

Originally posted by bubblyholland

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,793

Warning: swearing, violence, making out ;)

Summary: You are on a mission of your own when you get caught by a certain superhero.

A/N: For some reason I always post at 11 o’clock at night. I have no idea why….Sorry for the long wait! I’ve been really busy with school, but I got it done! :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4


When you had come up with the idea of Peter helping you learn to defend yourself, you didn’t realize how hard it would actually be. Ok, this should be easy enough, you think right before you punch the bag.

“Shit! That really hurts. Ow. Fuck.” You say, shaking your gloved hand out and jumping around while cradling your dominant hand into your chest.

“You’re lucky you didn’t break your hand. You punched with your thumb tucked it.” Peter says standing to your right with his arms crossed.

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The Wolf Queen

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

Author’s Note: I LOVED writing this so much.I could write 80 chapters about this girl and Jon Snow. You can submit your requests here, I promise to do them all unless I really have no idea how to make a good one out of it!

Warning: This is very long, but I just kept wanting to write! Also, mentions of your typical Game of Thrones murder. 

Prompt: A group of rangers find you in the Haunted Forest living with a pack of direwolves. They take you to the only other person they know with a direwolf who you find yourself very interested in. 

Read Part 2 of this story here and Part 3 here

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     Jon sat in the dining hall with Ghost and Sam peacefully eating when the Rangers had busted through the door. With them, they had brought the freezing airs of Winter and Jon frowned. 

     “Shut the door, you idiots, you’re letting all the heat out”. 

     “Sorry Lord Commander. Pip get the door, you fool”!

     Edgar’s steward rushed to the door and slammed it shut before running back to join the other herd of Rangers. He receives a smack upside the head as he passed by from all of them before standing next to the First Ranger. The heat from the fire immediately starts to warm the room again and Jon continues to eat: well he tries to. Five pairs of eyes stare blankly at him and it’s really starting to creep him out. 

     After swallowing the broth from his soup, Jon sets his napkin down and looks to the Rangers, “Are you not here to eat”?

      He watched Edgar physically gulp, “No, my Lord, there has been a…… A situation”. The group look at each other nervously, but no one goes to say anything after that. 

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anonymous asked:

This one in chapter 11: "Well, maybe not" Froggy said. "Maybe you were meant to go through all that pain and heartbreak so you could save others from their own. Maybe the Evil Queen is just a chapter in your life and not the whole story. Maybe the world has dreamed bigger plans for you than you've dreamed for yourself".

I loved this story arc.  And while the message relates to the Evil Queen.  Again. Every word spoken could be about Darren.  I’ll put it under read more.  But at this point, if you haven’t read, you are doing yourself a disservice.  Use the tools provided.  

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Doesn’t Ring a Bell

Originally posted by wdwlsn

Requested by anonymous:

“Yay you write about Peter!!! Could you please write one where you are Peter’s girlfriend but you notice how he suddenly leaves for things or shows up late to your dates. You try to brush it off until you are attacked when you are alone and Spidey comes in to save you and that’s when you realize that your dork of a boyfriend is a superhero working with the avengers? (Too specific?)

Warnings: PURE FLUFFF, mild language

Note: Nothing is ever too specific anon :) & yes Peter is my baby <3


“Did you get x equals two for question five?”

“Babe what did you do?… I got three hundred and twenty seven.” 

“Ugh I give up!” You groan in frustration before dramatically pushing your notebook off your lap. “I’m actually going to fail this exam.”

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Girl all the Queens boys want

Imagine being Juice’s best friend and having feeling for each others. 

Originally posted by the-freak-circle

Originally posted by sharmenthelword

You didn’t liked to think of the fact that back in High School you were quite the popular girl; and with a reason; you were beautiful, funny, smart and kind, and all the attention you brought to you popped when you added boobs to the equation. Definitely, you were some sort of a Goddess to the whole male (and some female) population of Queens Public High School. Now, you weren’t actually originally from Queens, you and your dad lived in the Bronx your whole life, until you turned 12, and you decided to move to Queens, good for a chance, to get away from all the sand in your clothes. You ended up being neighbors  with The Ortiz’s. Magdalena, a Puerto rican good woman, Danielle Ortiz and the little boy, about your age, Juan Carlos.  

He was a strange little boy; Always playing around with street dogs and never really clicking with the rest of the Latino boys in Queens,he’d rather be alone or hang out with his sister or mom. It all started when your dad was drinking one lonely afternoon, and threw you out of his house, since he was abusive like that.  It was the best thing your father asked you to do. You and Juice became best friends quickly, and you learned to enjoy playing with street dogs, with eyes as warm and kind as a pedigree dog would have. You both enjoyed each other companies, away from all the loud people and mean cliques. 

Lucky enough, you ended up in the same classroom, but your popularity and Juice’s weren’t exactly the same. He wasn’t alone, no way, he hanged out with the techno boys, always talking in some sort of codes you didn’t understood and since you joined the cheer squad, your schedules didn’t matched up the same anymore; But you always managed to sit on the side walk in front of your houses and talk the night away, remaining the two best friends you knew you’ll always be. Life was good; Until he turned 18 and decided that Queens wasn’t his place anymore.

I don’t know, (Y/N)…” He said to you, one day he was helping you clean your room. “I know i’m still young and trying to buy that bike is wearing me out but…Queens isn’t…I don’t…” He kicked your soccer ball to the other side of the room. “I don’t like it here anymore…

You can’t just leave…” You said to him. You needed him. Whenever your Dad lost his mind, he was always there, helping you feel safe and he knew that. 

I can’t...” He sighed. “We do...”

“What are you saying?”

Let’s run away. In two more weeks i’ll have the bike…we’ll be dust…no one’s going to see us…” You bit your thumb nail. Out of Queens, and with Juice? Away from your father, too? You smiled at him and it’s history now. 


Two years has passed since that day. The same week you ended up in Charming, a guy named Chibs met Juice while he was dealing some weed on a gas station, to get you through the month and offered him to start prospecting for a thing called Sons of Anarchy. They quickly became your family; It was honey of flakes but Juice had to move down to their clubhouse, leaving you alone in the apartment you two had down town. 

You weren’t blind. You’ve known all these time how Juice felt towards you and you could see how he looked at you whenever he thought you weren’t looking. And you felt the same towards him. Why you never acted on it, you wouldn’t know, but you were hoping that sometime soon, he was braver than you, which you doubted. 

You closed the TM’s gate and stepped into the parking lot, watching Juice’s bike proudly parked next to all the other Harley’s. You had been working out the whole morning and you were drenched with sweat and dirt, you needed a shower desperately before work. You worked as SAMCRO bartender, after all, you just needed a quick bath and some nice clothes and you would get started.

You waved everyone there, including Mamma Gemma, who you grew fondly, maybe because you never had a mother. You walked closer to her and kissed her cheek, as a greet. “Hey, Gem. Juice around?” She denied, stepping on her cigarette. 

“Your old man is out on a run” You rolled your eyes at her comment. “Oh, c’mon. A blind man could see it.” She watched you turn into a big ball of pink. 

“I’ll wait for him at his dorm. I need to take a shower…” She eyes you up and down and sent a sly smirk your direction. “Goodbye Mamma.” You said as you walked towards Juice’s room. 



You stepped into the shower, fully naked now, your clothes folded in the sink as you always did. The cold water ran down your spine making you shiver slightly but you didn’t mind. After a work out this was like heaven to you, you stayed under the water for a few more minutes before stepping out of it, drying your hair naked in the middle of Juice’s room. 



“We’re here!” Chibs yelled stepping into the clubhouse, followed by Half Sack and Juice, who sat down completely exhausted on the nearest table. Clay nodded at Chibs pulling him away and talking business, while Sack and Juice decided to drink some beer. 

“Where’s (Y/N)?” The Mohawk man asked Chucky seeing him behind the bar.

The finger less man shrugged. “She was here a minute ago. Asked me to take care of the bar. I accepted that…” Juice smiled at Chucky as he finished the rest of his beer and stepped up from the stool, walking towards his room; where he would change shirts, sleep a quick nap before probably going to work at TM. He opened the door already shirtless and catched you in the act, as he leaned quickly on the door, closing it behind his back, and gasped. 

You open your eyes wide as plates, while you stopped drying your hair; still nude. This was the first time Juice will see you naked. “Oh my god…” He gasped, turning around and facing the wall. “I’m sorry…” 

A cheerful laugh erupted from your throat as you walked closer towards him, drops of water on the wood floor and still in little places around your body. You were content with this; it was going to happen one day, so,why not today. “Juice…” You whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder, watching him jump as you smiled. “Juice turn around…” He was so sweet, like a teenager seeing her first girl ever. He did, slowly, and leaned on the door again.

He was trying so hard to stare into your eyes, rather than the rest of your body; and you were positively sure his Adam’s apple was running up and down his neck so much due of gulping, you wanted to crack. You took a deep breath and without saying much, leaned over and kissed him. 

Your hands went from his shoulders, up to his neck, caressing it and leaning your bare chest, pressing them together. You sighed into the kiss as you didn’t feel him answer it, but his mouth came alive and started kissing back. His hands didn’t moved from the wall, though; They stood there, curling into fists, afraid to touch you. You smiled, pulling back and stare into his chocolate eyes.

“Juice…” He snapped his eyes up to yours. “I want you to.”

“(Y/N)…” He trailed off. You shook your head no and grabbed his wrist, placing his open palms into your sides.

“I love you…” You whispered, so he could be sure about all of this. 

“I think i’ve loved you since i was 12…” You smiled at him,before going back to his lips and never pulling back  

((I’m sorry it’s short but I really liked how it ended up, and I’m sorry if you wanted the reader to be like a lover or something similar to Tyrion))

((Word Count:806))

“No joke you ever tell will be better than your first,” your elder sister and eldest sibling hissed toward your brother Tyrion as the three of you sat at the table, both Cersei and Tyrion drinking wine as they threw insults back and forth at one another. They had been talking about Joffrey and how he had Robert Baratheon’s bastards, even a baby, slaughtered, and that had led to Tyrion bringing up the rumors about Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen being born of incest between Cersei and your eldest brother Jaime.

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