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Mafia!AmericaXReader- It's Just Business-1New York, 1926.Mafia!AmericaXReader- It's Just Business-1 by The-Puzzle-Ninja
The city-it's people, it's geography, it 's meaning in this society- wasn't, in any meaning of the word, the same.
It was bigger, brighter, bolder, than it had ever been before. It was glitz, it was glam. Capitals, of countries as fair as London and Paris paled in comparison to the shimmering urban hell, it's mixture of terror and beauty confounding to the average observer. Everything the place had once been about changed, for better, for worse, and everything else in between.
What had once been a trading port created mainly on the basis of beaver pelts now grew and boomed with shocking intensity. Industry expanded, farming was now nonexistent. The sense of consumerist work and stability had been washed away by the tumbling sea of quick wealth and fame’s glamour. Anyone and everyone could find something here, the city of mercy and promises filling them with enough to hope to last them their entire lives.
No longer were the faces and culture white-w
Boss!CanadaxWorker!Reader-RequestThe repetitive mixture of the blank sounds of your fingers tap tap tapping against the plastic keys below you and the whirring of the fan up above were completely lost to your ears, eyes glazed over from both the after effects of the energy drink from fifteen hours before and the amount of time spent staring at your computer screen.Boss!CanadaxWorker!Reader-Request by The-Puzzle-Ninja
You didn’t notice the shuffling of papers behind you as all your fellow workers headed for home, nor did you bother to even move when the custodian turned out the lights.
You just slowly continued to type out your final message of the Friday night, so you may be could spend the next few days locked in utter solitude.
With a sigh, you took a sip of your long-chilled coffee, not even bothering to turn as you heard a sturdy body lean against the walls your cubicle.
Against your will you jumped in your seat, head snapping back to the gentle Canadian. He smiled a bit at your reaction, violet eyes bright, even in the artificial glo
2p!RomanoxReader- RequestThe loud, steady, beat of your heart echoed through the halls of your shared home, seeming to drum its fast-paced rhythm in time with the ancient clock hung from the wall above your head. Both seemed to pulsate with ease, one counting the time of the earth, the other keeping the time of your life. They resounded in your ears, as you drew in a long breath, letting it back out with a pleased sigh.2p!RomanoxReader- Request by The-Puzzle-Ninja
You carefully laid the invaluable set of creamy, resplendent loop of pears at the base of your throat, resting them onto your collar bone. The thought of his kisses there intoxicated you into a lulled, hazy sort of mood, a content smile forming on your lips. It completed the look of elegance, making you seem older and more refined than any queen. Your (h/l) (h/c) cupped your face, (e/c)iris's sparkling with a mixture of pride and amazement.
You had found it there, in the attic, calling out to you in need. It was drowning in the dust, by the stained, les
2p!EnglandxReader-RequestIt was a gnawing feeling. Gnawing in the sense that it never left your mind. It was the constant nagging in the back of your head when you drew on the walls. It was the upset feeling in your stomach when you danced with him. It was your last thought as you closed your eyes at night, the flashes of nonsensical images on the backs of your eyelids as the special drink he gave you before bed kicked in.2p!EnglandxReader-Request by The-Puzzle-Ninja
What does this all mean?
Seated on the cushioned window seat, you turned theses thoughts over in your mind. The images you saw,were they even real? Shaking your head, you pressed your palms wide against the glass, fingers splayed as you watched a small rabbit slowly lope its way along the frozen landscape, occasionally stopping to crinkle its little nose. It’s cute, you thought, as you watched it sniff at an exposed bit of grass, the only color in the white, white snow.
You tilted your head to the side, wondering if this is all it did with its life; did it have a family? A speci
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself. by PrussianPersephone
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she