broadway noodle

fanfictions for basically any musical and marvel character .I also do lock screens.Requests are open! a dutch bisexual whjo loves preforming arts and writing i guess. 18 Y/O, she/her

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Bittersweet Masterlist

Hello darlings!  

after all the love my series Bittersweet has gotten over the last few days i decided to make a masterlist for it. for yáll’s convience 

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[broadwaynoodle]

Hey loves,

I did something stupid

I left my laptop charger at work so bittersweet pt 6 will be delayed to Saturday or Sunday.

Because I’ll be picking it up tomorrow :(

Xx noodle

[broadwaynoodle]

In the first part you said "maybe a little more spicy in later parts"

pLease its for science I promise 😳

Be patient my love, we are getting there

I have a Albert centered chapter planned next.

Then there will be the gala chapter and I can’t promise what happens next.

We’re building up to it love I promise :)))

Xx noodle

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Bittersweet pt.5

Title: Bitter Sweet Pt.5

A/N: hello my dear readers, lordie it’s been a while! Uni has been whooping my ass, also working 3 part time jobs is not the easiest :/ anyway, I’m back, Bitter sweet is back! I hope you all enjoy this new part! I would really like to thank everyone who has been supporting me and this series! The love has been amazingly sweet and honestly so overwhelming, thank you so much my loves. Xx Noodle

pairing: Mob!Racetrack Higgins X reader

Word count: 1245

Summary: After having a moment with Race last night, you have to face him again the next morning.

taglist: @organabanks

(GIF not  mine, all credit to the original poster)

You heard a loud knock and then a bang, opening your eyes and seeing albert walk into your room. ‘Morning sunshine how are you feeling?’ he asked, sitting down on the foot of your bed a concerned look in his eyes. ‘I’m tired, and you are very loud in the morning.’ You grumbled he grinned. ‘Race already had breakfast but he said you could come hang out in his office if you don’t want to be alone.’ You nodded. ‘Why can’t he come tell me himself?’ Albert shook his head. ‘He’s in a meeting, will be off in 10 minutes.’ You nodded again. ‘Thanks Albie, can I call you that?’ you asked as your realised the weird nickname you gave the guy sitting in front of you. ‘Sure sunshine.’ He grinned as he stood up. ‘I’m free at noon if you want to hang out.’ He said making a vague hand gesture before closing your door. You got up, slipping on a hoodie, that you assumed was Race’s judging by the size of it, and then put on some leggings, doing some quick hair and make-up. You decided to stop by the library before heading towards Race’s office. After last night, you wanted to hang out with him, see if he would show you his soft side again.

You knocked on the door and then walked in when you heard him mutter something along the lines of come in. ‘Morning Race.’ You said, waddling to the sofa that’s diagonally behind Race’s desk chair normally Albert sits there, but it wouldn’t hurt him, would it? ‘Good morning beautiful, how did you sleep?’ ‘I slept well thanks for asking.’ You said, a silence falling between the two  of you after, so you opened your book, eyes scanning the pages. Race spun his desk chair around looking at you. ‘Can I get you anything for breakfast Dove?’ He asked. ‘Hmmm, I could go for some waffles right now.’ You said, eyes not lifting from your book. Race hummed, getting up out of his chair. ‘Will you be joining me to the kitchen ma’am?’ he asked you nodded tucking away your book and getting up, following Race down to the kitchen.

You hopped onto the counter as Race made a cup of coffee. ‘I’m going out with Albert this afternoon.’ You announced, Race raised his brow. ‘Are you now?’ He asked as he leaned against the counter. ‘Yeah, he’s free at noon so I thought we would go for a picknick in the gardens.’ Race nodded, a small grin forming on his lips. ‘You got a little crush on red?’ He asked,  making you gasp. ‘Of course not, I don’t even know the man, besides he’s not my type.’ You answered rolling your eyes. Race made a quick conversation with the chefs ordering your waffles. The two of you chitchatted for a little until the chef came out with your waffles, Race took them from him and then started heading back to his office, waiting for you to sit down then handing you the plate. He sat down in his chair and then looked at you. ‘How are you feeling, after last night?’ he asked, brow cocked, concerned look on his face.

You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t really know what you felt like, sure you were hurt, but were you really surprised, no. You and your brother haven’t been on good terms for years, not since your mom passed away. ‘I don’t really want to talk about, sorry.’ You mumbled eyes scanning the table. You didn’t want to look him in the eyes. ‘That’s fine doll, I’m here for you if you need me.’ He said giving you a soft smile. He really wasn’t as bad as you had first thought. Race flicked a cigar in between his fingers.

‘Do you mind?’ He asked gesturing to the rolled piece of tobacco in between his fingers, you shook your head. ‘That shit’s going to get you killed.’ You said ‘There’s a lot of things that could get me killed dove.’ Was his response. ‘Then quit that shit.’ Race rolled his eyes.

‘That’s not how it works Y/N and you know it. I quit, Al takes my place, Al quits mouth takes over, Mouth quits the kid has to take his place and he is 10. And the chances I would still get shot are huge.’ He took a deep breath.  ‘Race I-‘ you started to apologize for upsetting him but Race cut you off. ‘There’s a whole lot of bad people out there that would love to see me dead Y/N, I can’t just walk out of this world.’ He said a painful look in his eyes. You sighed. ‘I did Race, I walked out, I am no saint and I walked out of the life.’ He nodded, he didn’t know what to say, his eyes piercing into yours, you felt like he was staring into your soul. God he had beautiful eyes, and his hair looked good when it was this messy.

You cut off your own train of thoughts, he was a criminal, he was dangerous, he wasn’t someone you should be thinking these kind of things about. ‘By the way, there is a party this Saturday, I think it’s appropriate that you make an appearance.’ He said, it’s like he had turned a switch, from friend to mafia boss. ‘Will my brother be in attendance?’ You asked, raising a brow. ‘No dove it’s just going to be our family and alliances.’ He confirmed, shooting you a smile, in attempt to comfort you. He knew talking about you brother wasn’t easy for you. So he didn’t want to push the subject.

‘I’m going to need a dress though.’ You said a toothy grin spreading across your lips. Maybe you were testing him a little, but you also knew how these parties went, a bunch of men throwing money around, showing off that they had done enough crime to afford a Dolce and Gabbana suit. Race looked at you, a small smile forming. ‘We can go shopping tomorrow.’ He answered. You nodded, standing up from your chair. ‘I’m going to get ready for my picknick.’ You said. ‘Alrighty dove, Will you be joining me for dinner?’ you thought about it for a while. ‘Only if we don’t eat in the dining room, I hate the dining room.’ You said. ‘And I want to have junk food, I haven’t had junk food in a while.’ You smiled ‘Alright princess meet me at my office at 7.’ He said. ‘Call me princess one more time Racer and I swear to god I’ll break all of your fingers.’ You said, only half joking.

‘Yeah sure dove, now go get ready for Al, he’s not a patient man.’ He said also getting up himself, opening the door for you.  He was about to take a left to his office while you were about to go to the right to your bedroom. ‘Owh and Y/N’ he said, you turned around, looking into his baby blue eyes, you just noticed that the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, god he is gorgeous. ‘Yeah?’ He smiled. ‘You can call me Anthony you know.’ He said, you nodded. ‘Anthony, it suits you.’ You said before turning around a smile playing on your lips, you didn’t know Race no, Anthony  had the same smile on his face while making his was to his office,

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Loves,

Bittersweet pt. 5 will be online in two days!! I just need to edit it, but I have work until midnight tomorrow:( so I will do the editing on Thursday!

Love,

Noodle ❤️

[broadwaynoodle]

girlie we need a part 5 ☝️☝️😭 of mob!race

It’s in the works darling!!! I’m hoping to post it next week when I finish this semester of uni🙃❤️

[broadwaynoodle]

Bitter Sweet pt.4

Tittle: Bittersweet pt. 4

Word count: 1156

Pairing: Mob!Ractrack Higgins X Reader

A/N: hey sweeties, it’s been a while, college has been killing me, but I’m on my summer break now, and planning to write a lot for all of you! I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter of bittersweet, boy o boy is it getting somewhere!

Tw: mob themes, swearing, underaged drinking and smoking

taglist: @organabanks​

 Gif nor mine, all credits go to the original artist

These halls seemed endless, you had been walking for almost twenty minutes, you predicted Race was still in the dinning hall, you could have turned around and ask him to walk you, but you didn’t, you felt like that would be like handing him a piece of your pride, admitting you needed him. You were so distracted by your own thoughts you hadn’t seen the guy walking in front of you, until you walked right into him. ‘Oh my god I’m so sorry sir.’ You said as you didn’t look up, you were suddenly very aware of the fact that this house was filled with mobsters. You heard a chuckle coming from the man.

‘Don’t worry, doll, aren’t you the bosses girl?’ he said, you looking up at him at his relaxed tone, the guy is tall, a few pieces of dark hair sticking out from under his cap. He was wearing a dark button up, it was slightly too big on him, a cocky smirk adoring his lips.

You nodded to his question, then you quickly shook your head. ‘I’m nobody’s girl, no matter what your boss may tell you.’ He smiled. ‘Well in that case the name’s Jack Kelly.’ He said sticking out his hand, you shook it. ‘Y/N Y/L/N.’ You said smiling at the man in front of you, he wasn’t half as insufferable as Race, he might be a good form of entertainment while you were stuck here. ‘So what were you doing here, this is kind of the employee wing.’ Jack said leaning against a wall.

You laughed. ‘I was kind of avoiding Race and then I got lost.’ He smiled as well. ‘you know he is not that bad you know.’ Jack said. It frustrated you, why did everyone keep telling you that, he was a murderer, a torturer, someone who’s job is to exploit people. ‘He is a murderer though.’ Was all you replied. Jack scoffed. ‘We all have our demons dove, I’m sure you aren’t a saint either. Your dear brother who’s supposed to come and safe you, also a murderer.’ He said, you felt like his eyes were boring holes into the back of your soul. ‘And not to break your spirits darling, bur when I dropped of the letter at his place, he threw it out, so I wouldn’t get your hopes up for him to come and safe you if I were you.’ He said.

You started shacking your head, he was lying, he was toying with you. Sure, you didn’t expect Jay to jump and safe you, but you expected him to at least protect his family, make a statement, you don’t play with the Y/L/N family, but here you were, hopeless and alone. Your eyes stung tears welling in them, Jack quickly turned on his heels and walked away, you tried to find Albert in the halls but when he was no where to be found you went to Race’s office, pretty sure he would have left the dining hall by now. You opened the door and found Race sitting at his desk.

He looked up very irritated, like he was about the explode, until he saw it was you. He shot up from his chair running your way. ‘Hey, hey, what happened?’ He asked, walking you to the small couch and sitting you down and sitting down next to you.

You looked at him, your vision slightly blurry because of the escaping tears. ‘Your men suck, this place sucks, I want to go home Race.’ Race nodded trying to understand. ‘But apparently even my own brother doesn’t even want me.’ Race’s facial expression switched, from worried to angry. ‘Who did you talk to?’ He asked. ‘I don’t know this guy named Jack.’ Race fumed grabbing his phone, looking up Albert’s name in his contacts. ‘Give me one minute sweetheart, I’ll be right back.’ He said, she nodded, whipping away her tears.

‘Hey red, I need you to spend some time with Y//N right now, I have to talk to the cowboy.’ He said, you grabbed his hand, as much as you disliked Race, you felt like he was the only person you could trust right now, the only person that actually wanted you to be here, that actually wanted to spend time with you. ‘Race, stay with me please?’ You looked him in the eyes. He nodded. ‘Okay Red, never mind that, Y/N needs me right now I need you to take care of the cowboy for now I’ll talk to him tomorrow.’ You heard him chuckle slightly and mutter something into the phone before hanging up. You realised you had never let go of his hand, you awkwardly let go looking at the floor. A silence fell between the two of you, it sat somewhere between awkward and comforting.

‘So,’ Race was the first one to break the silence. ‘You feel like getting some tea?’ you nodded jumping off of the little couch. ‘you know how to boil water?’ You asked in a joking matter. ‘Hey!!’ he said, putting his hand on his heart in playful hurt. ‘I’m not as hopeless as you may think ma’am.’ he joked. ‘I never thought you were hopeless, Higgins, just a little arrogant and full of yourself.’ You said, hoping the sarcasm laced your voice enough for him to get you were joking. Sure a few hours ago you would have told him the exact same thing in full seriousness, but his presence made you feel a lot better right now. ‘You wound me princess.’ He said as the two of you arrive in the kitchen. Race padded the counter, sending you a subtle hint that you could sit down. You did as he signed and sat down while Race got two mugs out of cupboard, filling up a kettle with water and putting it on the stove, then he leaned against the countertop behind him, facing you.

‘Are you going to hurt him, Jack, I mean?’ You asked. Race looked at you. ‘Would you want me to?’ he shot back. ‘Not really, I just want to know why he said what he said. Why he felt like he had to hurt me, and I would like to not see him again.’ Race nodded. ‘Then I will not hurt him. And send him away. And give you your answers.’ You nodded, dropping down from the counter. ‘Thank you race.’ You said grabbing his hand and slightly squeezing it as a way of expressing your thanks. ‘Anything for you.’ He said back, wrapping an arm around you, his hug was oddly comforting.

Just this once, you were able to see the man behind the monster, and you would like to see more of him, he seemed nice and caring. How did this person let himself get ruined by criminality and murder. You fell silent as he poured the two of you some tea. ‘Thanks again Race.’

[broadwaynoodle]

bitter sweet pt 3

Title: bitter sweet pt.3

Pairing: mob!Racetrack higgins X reader

Word count: 1078

A/N: ahhh, i feel like this is a mess, but you get what you get. I’m so sorry, I’m an intern at a costume designer and life is just so busy right now.

taglist: @organabanks​

 Race stood in the hallway, looking at his shoes, what was he going to do with you? He wanted you to like him so badly, but you didn’t, even worse you hated him. He wandered around his house, eventually deciding to go to his office and writing your brother a letter, a randsome note if you will. He didn’t really feel like doing it yesterday, as he finished it he put it in a envelope and walked over towards Albert his office, jumping lightly as he opened the door and Albert was still there. ‘Hey Red’ he mumbled as Albert laughed his ass of at Race his scare. He layed the envelope on his desk ‘Get the Cowboy to deliver this to the Y/L/N’s mansion tomorrow please.’ He said as he sat down in a big leather chair. ‘‘Course Tony.’ He said. ‘Don’t call me that Red, I’s ya boss.’ He said, lighting a cigar, presenting the cigar box to Albert, he thankfully nodded as he took one and hung it from the corner of his mouth. ‘Owh and Al, can you escort Y/N to breakfast tomorrow, wake her about like 11 I’ll have Jacobi cook something up for her and then escort her to my office please?’ he said making puppy dog eyes at the redheaded boy. Albert scoffed and nodded. Race got up and wished Albert a quick goodnight, which Albert returned. Race headed to his bedroom where he go tinto his pyjama’s and thjen he stared at his ceiling while finishing his cigar, he wasn’t feeling like going to all his meetings tomorrow, but he knew he had to, but he didn’t want to, he wanted to spend time with you, he knew he couldn’t though, so he just fell asleep staring at the paterns of his ceiling.

You groaned as a loud banging on the door woke you up. ‘What?!’ you yelled, the door slowly opened as Albert came in. ‘Morning princess, dinner is ready in 30 so you better be up and ready toe at, chef cooked for you and also boss wants to see you after, be back in 25 to bring you to the breakfast bar if you are not out of bed byb then I’ll whoop your ass understood? Okay great see you in a bit dove.’ He rambled on before walking out of your room again to do whatever it is he does in a day excepr for babysit you. You moaned as you slowly got up from your bed and walked towards the bathroom, washing your face before applying some of the make-up that had already been in the bathroom when you first arrived there, you went to your closet to see if Race fixed you a new t-shirt and sweatpants, but to your surpise it was full of brand new clothes, you scoffed, if Race thought you where going to get all dolled up for him now, he was deadly wrong, you kept the same pair of sweatpants on that you were already wearing and pikked out a huge cable sweater and after that you tooka book from the bookshelf in the corner of the room, as soon af you sat down on the little couch next to it Albert stormed into you room again.

‘Ah your done, Jacobi made you some chocolate waffles, you have to choose between starberries rasberries or blueberries though, he didn’t know if you are allergic to anything.’ Albert kept rambling before he acctually look at you. ‘you look nice dove, now come on.’ He said as he started walking towards the hall. You jogged out of your room to keep up with him. ‘Why are yo uso happy today?’ you asked finally catching up to him. ‘Won a bet from the cowboy, made some big bucks doll.’ You nodded understandingly ‘Who’se cowboy?’ is all you responded. ‘he’s our driver.’ Albert said opening the door to the kitchen for you. You walked in and a man in a cheff’s uniform and a thick moustache greeted you. ‘Goodmorning ma’am Y/N, My name is Jacobi and I’m the cheff around here.’ He stuck out his hand and you shook it before sitting down at a bar stool. ‘What fruit option did you want hunny?’ he asked as he smootly flipped an egg. ‘Rasberries please.’ You said as Jacobi put a few waffles, an omelette and some rasberries on the plate in front of you. ‘coffee or tea darling?’ he continued, you shook your head ‘I’m good thank you.’ You said as you looked at the breakfast in front of you with wide eyes, it’s been a long time since you actually had such a nice meal, when you still lived with your brother, you always would eat this nice, but when he kicked you out, you would barely eat a banana in the mornings. ‘thank you so much Jacobi, this is really nice.’ You said as you took your first bite, moaning a little at how nice it all tasted.

‘Well doll, I see you are enjoying yourself.’ The voice from behind you sent shivers down your spine, you really couldn’t describe the way Race made you feel, his voice was oh so warm, welcoming, nice to hear even, but yet he was so cruel, at least thats what you heard about him. He wasn’t mean or cruel towards you, but you had only been there for a day, you didnt know what he would be like when you where there for a week or a month, maybe two, you had no idea how long it would take before he realised your brother wouldn’t going to pay whatever huge sum of money he owed him, you didn’t even know if Race would let you go once he realised it though.

‘Yes, you have a great cook.’ You said politly smiling at the man in question, who shot you a little nod. ‘Well I know that darling, I only hire the best of the best.’ He said with a wink, which made you feel weird, god you wanted to slap his stupid smirk off of his face. ‘Where is Albert, I want to go back to my room.’ You said grumpily. ‘Well darling i also have legs I’ll walk you.’ He said, you rolled your eyes. ‘I’d rather get lost Higgins.’ You said as you got up and left the room, you assumed you knew the way back to your room, boy where you wrong.

[broadwaynoodle]

Hello baby’s

I wanted to thank you all that social suicide hit over a 100 notes! I’m so excited thank you all for enjoying and reading what I write! It means a lot , I have a draft on my laptop for a modern Jack AU where the reader and Jack meet in a club and if you all want that I can continue working on it so please let me know❤️❤️

[broadwaynoodle]

I love your fanfic about the mobracetrack x fem!reader!!!! pls do more of this !!!

Title: BitterSweet pt.2

Paring: MOB!Racetrack Higgins X Reader

Word count: idk guys I wrote this one on my phone, have been at my boyfriends for the whole week.

A/N: soooo I wrote this finally! And also I might have Corona, my best friend tested positive yesterday, so I’ll have to go and get tested.... anyway enjoy this chapter, love you all, I’ll try to get the link to the first chapter in here somewhere xxx

Part 1:

https://broadwaynoodle.tumblr.com/post/630802079183667200/bitter-sweet-pt-1

bitter sweet pt 1

Tittle: Bitter sweet pt. 1 Pairing: mob!Racetrack higgins X fem!Reader Word count: 1273 Summary: If your brother gets in debt with New York’

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You opened the heavy doors to the dining hall, felt a chill running over your spine when you walked in. It was colder in there then in the rest of the house, the smell of cigar smoke penetrated your nose, you pulled being disgusted my it.

‘Easy now doll, it’s just some smoke, sit down, dinner will be ready in 10.’ You heard Race’s voice as you approached the large wooden table. Race his voice was fascinating to you, it was deep and cold but also had some warmness to it, just by hearing his voice you would guess he was an artist, or writer, or anything but a cruel kidnapper and murder. His ice blue eyes seemed to stare into your soul as he looked you up and down. ‘You look nice doll.’ He said as you sat down. ‘Well thanks, I would feel nice if you put out that stink producer.’ You nodded to the cigar in his hand, he grinned putting it out in the ashtray next to him. ‘We’re having chicken by the way, my men told me it’s your favorite.’ Race said looking at the plate in front of him, this sent shivers down your spine, you know they had been following you, but this creeped you out, did they bug you?

‘It was, don’t know if it still is now.’ You didn’t want to let him get to you you really didn’t, but you had never felt this utterly defeated. Did they hear everything? You wine nights with your friends? The nights you came back from the club and you took a boy? What did Race know, and what lengths did he go through to know it? Albert seemed nice enough to you, you couldn’t imagine him listening to all your late-night rendez-vous, or the conversations you tended to hold with yourself when you were watching a series after a long day of work.

‘Don’t worry doll, Ben is the best cook I know.’ He said with a wink and a grin, did he know how utterly disgusted you were by him now? Did he really think you were worried he would have it made like you always did? You sighed looking around you, when you saw a jukebox standing in the corner of the room, assuming it was playing the soft tune you heard over the speakers of the room. You stood up and walked towards it, hearing a different pair of heavy footsteps following you. You stopped right in front of it letting your hands glide over the buttons without pressing any of them.

‘You can choose a song if you want, everything to make you more comfortable you know.’ You smiled softly as you scrolled trough the list of old classics when you saw greased lightning. You pressed the buttons corresponding with the song, it was a song that just made you so truly happy, it reminded you of Saturday mornings, when your mom would put grease on the tv and sing and dance with you and Jay, trying to distract you from the horrible crimes you father was planning in the room right next to you.

A tiny red headed woman walked in the room right as the song started, carrying a huge plate with a whole chicken on it, some steamed vegetables and a bit of mashed potatoes, you could feed a whole village with everything on that plate but yet only the two of were going to eat it. The lady place the plate in between you two and went to walk away again, right before she closed the door she said ‘enjoy.’ And before you could even thank her she was gone. You looked at race wondering if you should just take some food or not, before you could process that thought however, race already put some on your plate, you scooped some of the chicken on your fork before Race softly coughed. You looked him in the eyes when he murmured ‘I always eat first.’ You raised an eyebrow at him. ‘That’s kind of old fashion don’t you think.’ You said taking a bite, this action made Race sigh. ‘You’re impossible.’ He said before starting on his own food, the rest of you dinner was spent in silence. After you both finished your food you stood up to go back to room but Race sprinted to catch up with you, asking you to escort you to it, and you don’t know why but you let him. Making some small talk. ‘I’m sorry you had to meet me this way Y/N.’ He said taking your had and giving it a small squeeze. ‘Yeah me too.’ You said before closing the door and leaving Race alone in the hallway.

[broadwaynoodle]

Heyyy I was wondering if you could continue “bittersweet” I loved the first chapter and love it so much but only if it works for you😁😁

Hi love,

I’m working on it you can expect it either on Sunday night or like Monday or Tuesday, I always have the most inspiration to work late at night, but I have been working closing shifts all week, but I have weekend now so I’m working on it! :)

Xxxx

[broadwaynoodle]

Hello loves,

Is there a demand for me even writing anything but race/Tyler fics, because all my fics that are not then don’t get any interaction at all, please let me know xxxxx

[broadwaynoodle]

bitter sweet pt 1

Tittle: Bitter sweet pt. 1

Pairing: mob!Racetrack higgins X fem!Reader

Word count: 1273

Summary: If your brother gets in debt with New York’s greatest mobster, you become the victim.

Warning: swears, violence later on, maybe a little more spicy in later parts.

A/N: Hey babes! I’m back and idk if there’s even demand fort his kind of series but i felt like writing it so yeah, fuck this. Also this is kind of a mess right now because I always struggle setting up bigger stories (hence this being my first series.) but i promise it’ll get better. Love you all xx BroadwayNoodle (also anyone who knows how to make a master list please DM me to help me out xxx)

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Black, that’s all you could see right now, black, you were just walking around the streets, doing some shopping, when you felt a hand around your mouth, you got lifted up and pushed in the back of a car, left, right, right, another right, and left again, the car came to a stop, are you going to die? Are these people going to hurt you, a pushed and grabbed by a big hand dragging you behind them, you almost fell as fast as he was walking, you heard a door close, wood you are walking on wood. Another door closed, chair, you’re sitting, you got pushed in a chair, four hands held you down, another pair pulled off your blindfold. Your breath was heavy, what was going to happen to you now? Footstep, you heard footsteps, you looked over your shoulder, and then you saw him, fancy dress pants, a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top three buttons unbuttoned, baby blue eyes and messy ash blonde curls. You knew this man, Racetrack Higgins, the biggest mob boss of New York City.

Your brother inherited your family's mob, Race’s mob happened to be your brother’s rival. ‘Damn angel, you really are as gorgeous as they all said.’ Race said. ‘What do you want from me Higgins? I didn’t do anything to you, I’m not even part of the mob.’ His response was the most sinister chuckle you ever heard. ‘Owh angel please, your cute little brother thought it was a good idea to steal money from me, I could have put a bullet through his had, but that would be no fun now, would it?’ He said while he's slowly sitting down across from you, blowing all of his cigar smoke into your face. You cough. Not being able to handle the taste you were breating in from it. ‘So now what? I’m here, you think my brother is just gonna show up and give you your money back?’you scoffed at the man sitting across from you he’s delucinal.

‘It’s not that doll, let’s just say you are a little motivator for him, I mean, we can at least have him thinking his baby sister is in danger, doesn’t have to me true don’t you think?’ you rolled your eyes, Race gave a little wave to the two men holding you down, they walk towards the door of the office you’re in. ‘See doll, you’re not a prisoner, you’re as free as a bird, and I’ll spoil you doll, we just need Jay to pay up.’ You frowned. ‘And what if he doesn’t?’ for the first time in the entire conversation Race looked you in the eyes. ‘Well, then I’ve had my fun, and well, we’ll see what happens to you doll.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘don't call me doll, I’m not a toy.’ race chuckled, stood up, walked to the front of his desk, he crouched down in front of you, lifted your head so you’d look at him, and then he leaned in and whispered in your ear: ‘Everyone is a toy to me doll.’ He got up again to lean against his desk. ‘I expect you in the dinning hall around 7 doll, show up or you’ll have to have dinner with my men, they are not as nice to pretty girls as I am doll.’ You were speechless so you just nodded.

Race looked at the two men that were waiting by the door ‘Y/N, doll, these are Albert and Elmer, my two most loyal men, they’ll show you to your room, and to the dining hall at 7, if you need anything you can call for them, they’re responsible for you now ‘kay?’ The men nodded, you got up and hoped the men would hurry up. ‘owh and doll.’ Race called after you, you turned around to look at Race again, you had to admit he was dashing, even though he kidnapped you and now wants to keep you like a dog or something. ‘the library is on the thrid floot, and the pool and cinema are on the fifth, Albert will bring you some of mine stuff for today, we can look for some stuff for you tomorrow.’ He sent you off with that, you felt like shit, you knew Jay wasn’t gonna get the money, he wouldn’t even notice you were gone, when you were 15 you stopped talking to him in the hopes you could stay out of this whole mobster mess, and here you are, in some psycho’s house, lord knows for how long.

 ‘We’re here.’ The redhead walking you to your room said, the brunette walked off, lord knows when you would see him again. ‘I’ll be back within 10 minutes with some clothes okay?’ he tilted his head slightly, as if he was a puppy waiting for his owner to tell him he did a good job. ‘Yes thank you sir.’ You said opening the door to your new room. ‘Just Albert will be fine, no need for formalities.’ He smiled at you. ‘Okay well then thank you Albert.’ You smiled back and then he walked off, you walked into the room, and you had to admid it was even more impressive then your family home.

The room was clean and white, except fort he blush pink sheets on the bed, a little note lying on top of them.

‘I’m sorry it has tob e like this, heard blush was your favorite color.

 X Racetrack’

For some reason this made you smile it made you have peace, knowing he might have a little bit of feelings, then you heard a faint knock. ‘Yes?’ the redheaded boy walked in with a tshirt and a pair of sweatpants, he saw you looking at the note and walked up to you. ‘Can i sit?’ he asked, you nodded so he sat down next to you. ‘I tried to stop Race you know, but he’s just really hard headed.’ He began. ‘Please don’t start, he’s a psycho, i dont wanna talk about it. ‘I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help, he might look scary, be scary even, but he’s really not, you should give him a chance.’ You scoffed ‘A chance to do what? Kill me?’ you said as you got up. ‘I’m sorry, I’ll be back in two hours to you know, get you for dinner.’ You nodded, as soon as Albert closed the door you broke down in tears, your worst nightmare came true and you didn’t know what to do about it.

You decided to go tot he bathroom and take a shower, trying to wash the awful smell of Race’s cigar off of you, you started scrubbing lightly, but the scrubbing became harder and harder by the minute, you felt assaulted and gross, you could feel the hands of Race’s men on your body, Race’s lips on your ear and after an hour you gave up. You slipped into the clean clothes Albert had brought you and the decided to look through the cabinets in the bathroom, you found some make-up and decided to work wit hit, maybe if you tried hard enough, Race would be nice to you, maybe he wouldn’t kill you after he got bored of you, you gotta be an optimist to survive in prison after all. You looked at yourself, wet hair, some mascara, red lipstick, a nirvana shirt that was way too big on you, some gray sweatpants and fuzzy socks. The  you heard a knock on the door and Albert yell. ‘Princess it’s time for dinner!’

Well fuck, here goes nothing.

[im-god-now-fight-me-deactivated]

I would like to add some of my favorites. 

[averruncusho]

Candace is a state of mind

[im-in-way-2many-fandoms]

Growing up I always thought Candace was an overdramatic version of what being a teenager was like but no. It was dead on and still applies today

[broadwaynoodle]

could you pleeeease write like a super fluffy cuddly tyler kimble x reader? i lov thanku❤️

Title: kinda sexy like that

Pairing: Tyler kimble X reader

Warnings: a few swears, also I turned this into the ‘write all the cute petnames you can think of in this fic challenge

Requested: yes

Word count 1018

A/N: omg it’s been a while, I started writing this fic as soon as I got the request, I almost finished it, didn’t like it, deleted everything, started over and that for about three times, and guess what, it’s still a hot mess, just like me but I hope y’all will enjoy it now it’s here. Lots of love xxxx BroadwayNoodle

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(GIF not mine)

Headache, that’s all you could think of, you’ve been having a terrible headache for days, and when you started throwing up last you officially gave up with pretending you were fine, you weren’t any more you were sick. Your boyfriend, Tyler, was supposed to stay the night at your house but after half an hour of holding your hair back when you were puking your heart out, you told him to go home, and after another half hour of telling him that is was okay to go and you would be fine, he did eventually go. Truth is, you didn’t want him to see you with a stiffy nose a stomach ache and a heavy flu. You loved him more than anyone, but your sick bedhead was just for you and your mom to enjoy.

You heard the doorbell downstairs and it sounded like a bomb just exploded next to your head, simply put, it hurt. You heard your mom talk to a voice you couldn’t place right away, it sounded like  man, maybe your dad came home from nightshift, or the boy next door, might have kicked his ball into your backyard, but you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Towards your room, the door opened and you heard a voice.

‘Hey princess, how is my little sick boo bug.’ You heard Tyler. ‘My head hurts, every muscle aches and I just don’t feel well.’ Your statement quickly gets confirmed by two coughs following. Tyler giggled, you tried to give him a mad look for that but you just couldn’t his smile was too cute. ‘I see that doll, you look like shit.’ He said while laying down next to you. ‘Ty, love don’t do that I’m going to get you sick.’ You looked at him and his little dopey smile, messy hair and big blue eyes, he was just the cutest little thing, then he started to pout. ‘But baby I want to cuddle you, I didn’t get to last night, and if I don’t get to now I’ll go mad doll face.’ He said faking to wipe away his tears. You shook your head and sighed. ‘You’re a dork, I hope you know that.’ He grinned. ‘ ‘Course I do pumpkin, and you love it don’t you?’ you giggled. ‘I might have to reconsider that, it’s making you a little cocky babe.’ You winked, he gasped in reaction. ‘you wouldn’t dare.’ He said as he laid his hands on your waist. You laughed pressing a fast and soft kiss to his nose. ‘Well I might love you a little bit.’

‘just a little?’ he asked raising a brow at you in suspicion. ‘Dear Tyler, the love of my life, hottest man at North shore, best Mathlete I ever met. I love you so much, you’re the best thing that happened to me, and you mean the world to me. Better?’ ‘so much better love.’ He had this boyish, cocky grin on his face as he pressed his lips against yours, you immediately pulled away. ‘Ty don’t you’ll get sick too.’

‘And what if I do, I’ll get to hang out with you dollface, you’ll get to rub VapoRub over my chest, which might just be the hottest thing, we’ll get to cuddle, which I am not allowed to do now and I think that’s scandalous because you are my tiny little cuddle bug, but anyway we could watch Disney or just cartoons in general or, we could-‘ you interrupt him by kissing him on his lips. ‘I get it stud, you want to get sick so you can skip school.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘no it’s not that, I just really want to spend more time with you Y/N, I mean you are the best thing that probably ever happened to me, and I want to spend as many time with you as I can, you’re just so great.’ He smiled after that, he had never been this happy, he was just so proud that he could call you his but it was definitely amazing.

‘Ty, boo? You’re staring and I look horrible so please stop doing it.’ You laughed. ‘no don’t say that you’re drop dead gorgeous.’ He said while still staring you up and down. ‘But you just told me a few minutes ago “I looked like shit.”’ You said lowering your voice in a mocking manner. ‘Hey I don’t talk like that.’ He slapped you on the back off your head. ‘OWH TYLER THAT HURTS LIKE SHIT, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS I HATE YOU! IF YOU KEEP THIS UP I’LL BREAK UP WITH YOU I SWEAR TO GOD!’ Tyler looked shocked at your yelling but then grew a concerned look on his face. ‘oh god peaches I’m so sorry I didn’t think. Are you okay darlin’?’ you nodded. ‘Yes I’m alright I didn’t need to yell I was overreacting I’m sorry hot stuff.’ He shook his head. ‘That’s quite alright sprinkles, it must be all of that sickness getting into that pretty little head of yours.’ He winked jokingly as he pushed a piece of hair off of your forehead. ‘Actually you’re kinda sexy like this doll.’ He said as he pushed himself so he hovered over you and he started kissing your neck. ‘Ty love, this is really not the moment, my head hurts and I feel sick and I love you but not now okay?’ He nodded but started sucking a hickey in your neck anyway, when he finished it he placed a soft kiss on it. ‘I just missed you so much baby I just want to be with you for a second and enjoy your compony. ‘And I want to be with you too Ty but not right now okay, maybe tomorrow if I feel better lets just cuddle and order some pizza okay?’ he nodded and got back to lay beside you, he draped his arm over your waist and pulled you closer.

‘I love you princess.’

‘I love you too handsome.’

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and you slowly drifted up to sleep.

[broadwaynoodle]

This man was on the train was calling his wife on loudspeaker, and it was the funniest thing they where discussing what kind of pasta to eat tonight he was like

‘We’ll use macaroni Charlotte’

And then she dead ass screamed through the phone

‘NO FRED WE ARE EATING SPAGHETTI AND THATS IT NO DISCUSSION’

I laughed for 20 minutes straight at this

[broadwaynoodle]

Jack drinking paint water didn’t have to make it onto a screen or stage to be canon. Everyone just knows.

Okay yeah I see your point but still