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
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’
(Gif not mine)
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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.