Thinking 'Bout You

another hangster soulmate au

They fuck, fight, fall in love, and figure their shit out. Not all in that order but somehow all at once – which is hard enough already, without the added complexity of not being able to remember you're soulmates.

“You wanna head out?” Rooster asks, leaning against the bar with the guitar still in his arms. 

Jake has seen it time and time again, rarely directed at him – same old schtick, an offer after a rousing chorus. He ignores how much he’s liked watching those talented fingers dance over the strings tonight. Their last hop is tomorrow and Jake’s got enough of a lead to sit comfortably, barring any distractions. Bradley is just that. 

“I’m good,” Jake says. His nerves are on end the moment he declines the offer, like he’s walking away from the right answer.

Rooster shrugs, betraying nothing. “Suit yourself.” read on AO3

switching it up with MAFIA AU, hiya!! 💕

🎲 result is 36!! a rough paragraph around that length:

He could never get enough of this sight: Bradley, with his eyes big and watching Jake’s every move, begging silently for permission to do anything. Bent and molded to his whims and delighting in making sure Jake was pleased with him. 

@tornadeoqueen hi my love!! 💖 we are TRYING to get this in a place for consumption

rolled a 49 so rounding up to 50!!!

Jake protested. “You’re gonna rip my shirt, calm down.”

The Alpha in him hushed, mollified by Jake’s displeasure. He kept his hands tight on Jake’s waist until his Omega was happy with the neatly folded clothes, placed on the corner of the bed. 

Jake snickered. “You listen better like this.”

@ghostlykiss hiyaa 💖 i keep thinking about them too! they're so tender and soft here. u rolled a 🎲 192! very unedited

“I didn’t know what to do.”

He lost the fight against the knot in his throat. Instead, Jake pressed their mouths together again to try to stop Bradley from saying more things which wrecked the fragile peace. They could talk with their bodies without breaching the raw hurt which still needed patching up. Jake had so much to say from just a little time apart. Desperation gripped his heart in a deadlock. How was he supposed to clue Bradley in the fracture that ran deeper than a simple breakup? That he’d felt heartbreak for the first time and couldn’t stomach it again, not at their own hands. 

His hands found their way into Bradley’s hair – shorter, back to regulation length, and Jake mourned not being around to witness the flop of his bangs into his eyes. He let Bradley tug him close by his waist, bent back by the force of Bradley’s eagerness. All he could think about was the quick rush in his veins, the arousal roaring like a fire between their two bodies and Bradley, always Bradley, smelling so good Jake wanted to drown in him.

“I missed you, too.”

FAITH hello love 💕

the internet said 109 so rounding UP:

“I need a minute to think about what – how this will play out,” Jake admitted; he was grateful Bradley was able to follow his clunky thoughts because he didn’t balk, just nodded and continued playing with Jake’s fingers.  “In the meantime, we should get you proper sheets.” 

Jake surveyed the room, not bothering to hide the judgment after their lust-induced haze faded. “Do you have food that’s not from the convenience store? Did they even give you plates?” 

“I’ve been a bit busy,” Bradley protested. “Some dick asked me to pick him up at two in the morning, and then he left before I could tell him I loved him back.” 

gym then writing for wip wednesday!!!

i respect the push in your own interests i do love this wip and the premise i just need it figure out what it wants to do

the number was 76! here's the last thing I wrote:

“What do you love more?” Jake cocked his head in mock thought. “Taking my clothes off or money?” 

Rooster didn’t give a verbal answer. Instead, he undid the dark clasp of Jake’s slacks and unzipped slowly, leaning in to press his mouth to Jake’s now bare stomach. He left a trail of kisses down the deepest line of Jake’s abs, chasing the flex and subtle shift as Jake brushed his fingers through messy hair. 

“Answer me.”