porcelainee is it just you and me?

[porce-lainee]

COULD SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE FOR LATRELLE FROM ON MY BLOCK PLEASE

[nineteenninety-six]

Por una Cabeza

REQUEST:  could write a scenario where luca changretta and the pair reader / fem dance at their wedding “Por una cabeza - carlos gardel”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, tightening the grip she had on Luca’s arm as he led them to the middle of the ballroom. It was their first dance as a married couple and it felt like there were a million eyes on them that very moment and she didn’t want to embarrass Luca in front of his business partners and the various members of different mafias that had decided to attend.

Luca had caught on to the fact that she was feeling troubled and looked down at her with warm eyes and squeezed her hand comfortingly, 

“Do not worry, focus on us.” He whispered as they settled in the correct position before their dance.

She wanted to roll her eyes at him, she didn’t know why he thought she could block out the stares of their guests. Luca had invited what had felt like, half of New York and all of them somehow, were too important not to be invited, so here they were. The big wedding was for Luca’s benefit and while she’d prefer something a little bit smaller and intimate, she understood that Luca had to convey the message that he was strong and powerful. She knew what she was signing up for when she got involved with him and she wouldn’t change it for the world, she would be with him till the end.

As the band began to play their chosen song, (Y/N) and Luca began to dance, their bodies easily moving to the song, their months of practising paying off as they danced without fault. 

They stared into each other’s eyes as they danced and it was if the crowd around them disappeared. (Y/N) felt like it was just the two of them in an empty room, dancing without stares of jealous and judging men. Men who wished they were in Luca’s position. Not only was he the head of the Changretta mob but he also had one of the most beautiful women in New York as his wife.

“I love you” Luca murmured

(Y/N) smiled brightly at his words, “I love you too.”

It was going to be tough being the wife of a mob boss but (Y/N) was sure that, as long as she had Luca by her side, she’d be fine.

[porce-lainee]

i hate being that person knowing that this is a fanfic and a show but if you are in one mafia there is a extreme low chance another mafia is gonna show up to your wedding knowing that sometimes they can be enemies and that the black hand is enemies of almost all mafias (im so sorry i just had to correct you bcz im a history and mafia nerd) but overall i love this fic

[zodiyack]

i want to cuddle isiaiah jesus :(

I can make that happen kind of.. but you know what i meant

like imagine, his warm breath hitting your nose slightly, smelling of a hint of mint mixed with his cigarette, the smell you’d grown to love, along with the taste that came with it. Both of your chests heaving softly as you breathe calmly. He feels safe, at home, accepted, with you. 

You’re one of the only people who accept Isiah for who is, be it his skin or his place as a blinder. The rough day he had was too much for him, resulting in him not wanting to even say a single word of it, so you came up with a new idea.

“Wanna cuddle?”

A simple nod of his head was his response. Normally he’d spoon you, or some days you’d spoon him, but today, you just needed to be together. He needed to see you, you to see him. So there you were, lying together, legs tangled with arms wrapped around each other. It was peaceful, pleasant, practically time stopping.

But when was it not?

When Isiah was with you, he felt like time stopped for him. Like he could do whatever he wanted, with you by his side, and the world wouldn’t be around to criticize him, or do anything, really. You made him feel powerful.

Even in your embrace, he felt unstoppable. A smile made way to his face, his hold around you tightening as he pulled you closer. That’s how it was the rest of the night; his arms around you holding you softly, yet firm, every now and then he’ll readjust, either putting his head on yours, leveling your faces, or nuzzling his head into your chest.

It’s the most peaceful sleep both of you have had for a while, not to mention, the best cuddle session.

[porce-lainee]

I love this but "whether it's his skin" pwause......but im black too so whats the diff even if i wasnt his skin wouldn't matter 🧐