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MY SINGLE AUs

Candymen (AU)/ Art Commission Drawn by Themissingmango

Chuck (AU) /Art Commission Drawn by 24hrfrog

Doctor Mother Goose Bradshaw & Doctor Rooster Bradshaw (AU) /Art Commission Drawn by Enthyrea

Eragon and Top Gun (AU)

Hangster Bodyswap at Halloween Party (AU) /Art Commission Drawn by Jayjay-thejet-plane

Just Like Heaven and Top Gun (AU)

Kiss & Kill and Top Gun (AU)

Life as We Know It and Top Gun (AU)

Medicopter 117 and Top Gun (AU)

National Treasure and Top Gun (AU) (Other version)

Night at the Museum (AU) / Art Commission Drawn by Yeagrave (credits to the artist who owns the AU)

Pacific Rim & Top Gun (AU) / Art Commission Drawn by Enthyrea

Pilot!Mav & Rio!Slider (AU)

Pirates of the Carribean and Top Gun (AU)

Mr Darcy!Jake/Lizzie!Bradley Pride & Prejudice (AU) /Art Commission Drawn by Jayjay-thejet-plane

Real Steel Boxer Bradley (AU) /Art Commission Drawn by Enthyrea

Scottish Bradley (AU) /Art Commission Drawn by Avianii

The Rooster Twister (AU)

Xenadley & Gabrijake (AU) /Art Commission Drawn by Enthyrea

Zorro and Top Gun (AU)

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Incorrect Quotes/Drabbles Top Gun & Pacific Rim AU - Series [1] - [2] - [3] - [4]

Middle Child!Hangster (AU) The Bradshaw Brood - The Brood & Herd Siblings - Altom Bradner Meet-cute

Stargate and Top Gun (AU) [part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3] - [part 4] - [part 5] - [part 6] - [part 8] - [part 9]/Art Commission Drawn by Enthyrea

The Man from Uncle and Top Gun (AU) [part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3] - [part 4] - [part 5]

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Cryinginthebronco Fic > Love Letters Fic on 'real' notepapers, aka are you thinking about me too? ('cause i can't stop thinking about you

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Haridwar Series > Art covers for the many different career paths Bradley Bradshaw could have picked — Cover 1/ Cover 2

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SunMonTue Fic > Commissioned Art for and inspired by Laid in plaid, by Calkale

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Credits : Space Divider from @enchanthings-a

[all-decay]

Can I get a early divorce?

[xrcd714]

introducing lt. bradley "rooster" bradshaw

and also introducing his on-again-off-again-soulmate/rival, lt. jake "hangman" seresin

[tgmsunmontue]

  "Marry me..."

  "What?"

  "Marry me..." Jake repeats, happiness and joy dripping from every pore of his body, his body sliding against Bradley's. "We love each other, why shouldn't we get married?"

  "Uh... cause I'm already married?" Bradley states.

It stops him cold.

Ice in his veins.

Happiness and joy immediately turned to feelings of betrayal and hurt.

  "You're what?"

[tgmsunmontue]

... ... ...

  "The guy you've been fucking, the guy you've been in love with for three fucking years, asked you to marry him and instead of saying yes you told him you were already married? I always thought you were a bit of an idiot but this just confirms it."

  "I wasn't expecting it! And I am married! To you!"

  "And we could have gotten a quiet little divorce and no-one would have been any the wiser!" Natasha says, and she reaches over to poke him in the arm.

  "Nat..." Bradley whines.

  "What? Just go and tell him. You guys have been together long enough that he'll listen to you."

  "Uh..." Bradley pulls a face, because Jake had been furious with him, not giving him any time or chance to explain and he's pretty sure he'll get punched the next time he sees him.

  "What? Come on, it's not like he's an asshole like Hangman."

  "Uh..." Bradley flushes and he knows she knows him too well for this not to tell her absolutely everything.

  "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

[tgmsunmontue]

Jake answers the pounding on his door with a scowl on his face, immediately tries to shut it, but a foot is jammed in too fast.

"Phoenix. What do you want?"

"For my stupid ass husband to be happy. Even if that's with you."

Mortifyingly she says that the same moment Jake has taken a mouthful of beer, and he coughs, sprays her with it and he doesn't even try and apologise.

"What the fuck? He's married to you?"

"What? Not exactly the love match you were imagining? We got married for the tax benefits, plausible deniability and so we could be each other's NOKs. He's the idiot who told you rather than just divorcing me quietly."

"You'd divorce him?"

"So he could marry the love of his life? Yes. So he can marry you? Eh."

"I'm the love of his life?"

"I know. I can't believe it either."

[blumineck]

I’ve got a lot of Thoughts(tm) about The Odyssey at the moment, but damnit Blum I’m an archer, not a film critic, so here’s something in my lane!

[linusbenjamin]

Sherlock —1.01, A Study in Pink

[prosaiccat]

Jurassic Park was a massive part of my childhood and is still a big part of my life today. The news I heard this morning was genuinely heartbreaking. Sam Neill and Alan Grant will always hold a special place in my heart. Rest in peace Sam Neill, and my deepest condolences to his family.

[junior-theabgshark]

[paranormal-taters]

[redfurrycat]

Or this:

[tgmsunmontue]

It takes a village - 18/? WIP

TGM AU - Jake is a NICU nurse and Bradley Bradshaw's newborn twins are two of his newest patients. (Previous tumblr post).

Alternating Jake/Bradley POVs (Odd/Even)

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN PART ELEVEN PART TWELVE PART THIRTEEN PART FOURTEEN PART FIFTEEN PART SIXTEEN PART SEVENTEEN

PART EIGHTEEN

                He gives Jake his address, wants to walk him to his car but they’ve parked in opposite directions. He settles for brushing a soft kiss against the corner of Jake’s mouth, returning his smile and squeezing his hand. Promising to see him soon. Then as he walks to his car he panics a little. He can’t remember what state he left his bedroom in, sends a message to Natasha to let her know he’s coming back and bringing company.

                The fact that it’s Jake is both good and bad. He knows all about Natasha and Oliver and Charlotte, Bradley doesn’t need to hide anything, not that he would anyway. However, he’s also not opposed to Jake staying over, just doesn’t know if that’s too forward, because he really did mean about being woken up during the night. He suspects Jake likes his sleep and Bradley has been taking the night feeds so Natasha can sleep through.

                He hustles into their house, kicks off his shoes and then quickly lines them up, drops his keys into the basket and then scrubs at his face. Natasha is sitting on the sofa holding Oliver. He thinks it’s Oliver, goes closer and sure enough it is. Then he sees Charlotte in a bouncer, staring up at them and his heart swells. God he loves them so fucking much.

                “You’re back early…”

                “Huh? Oh, yeah. You didn’t get my message?”

                “I’ve been a bit busy…” she says, and the look she gives him is judging and he holds up his hands in immediate surrender.

                “Shit. Sorry. Uh. Jake’s coming over.”

                Before he can ask if that’s okay Natasha is grinning, looking absolutely thrilled and she’s grabbing Oliver’s hands and making him wave his hands around in celebration.

                “Your daddy had a date and that date is coming here!”

                “Can we not talk to our kids about our dating lives?”

                “Gotta start early Bradshaw. Honest open communication remember? Oh my god, go quickly hide your sex toys!”

                “I… they’re not out Natasha. But, uh, yeah. I’m just going to go and quickly check my room.”

                She’s cackling as he jogs to his room, knows he only has minutes before Jake arrives, and his bedroom is fine, he’s generally a tidy person anyway, necessity in the Navy making it so. He hears crying and goes back out to find an upset Charlotte, scoops her up and looks at Natasha, who has a hand over her mouth and is bouncing Oliver who looks ready to cry as well.

                “Did mommy’s cackling scare you sweetheart?”

                Charlotte hiccups, crying immediately stopped now that she’s being held, just stares at him with wide eyes and he touches his nose to hers and watches as she goes cross eyed. Natasha is muttering about playing them off against each other and he rolls his eyes, but makes sure she can’t see him when he does it. Then there’s a knock at the door and he nods to himself. He’s got this. He opens the door and of course Jake is standing there, hands in his pockets and looking just as good as when Bradley left him.

                “Hi.”

                “Hi.”

                It’s a lot less awkward this time around, and part of him wants to pull Jake to him and kiss him until he can’t breathe. He feels like he’s about to introduce Jake to Natasha as his boyfriend, which is… it’s what he wants to do. Although he knows Natasha will be reading plenty into the fact that he invited Jake here, that this isn’t something casual he’s doing.

                “Um. Come in. You remember Natasha.”

                “Of course. It’s been weeks, not years.”

                “Hi Jake, good to see you again. Would you like to hold a baby or do you get enough of that at work?” Natasha asks, standing and proffering Oliver carefully.

                “No, I do not get nearly enough of that at work. Gimme.”

                As Bradley watches Jake carefully takes Oliver from Natasha, his movements smooth and practiced and Bradley desperately wants to sit beside him on the sofa, realizes there’s nothing stopping him so settles down, pats the empty space beside himself in invitation; glad when Jake easily sits beside him.

                “I’m going to go get their bottles ready. They’re already bathed and changed. Did you want something to drink Jake?”

                “I’m good right now thanks, kind of have my hands full,” Jake says, and he’s smiling, looking from Oliver up to Bradley and he can’t help but smile back, his heart and stomach both tapping out a little nervous beat.

                “Just… we’re dating right? Exclusive and boyfriends and all that entails?” he blurts

                “Yeah. Kind of thought we already covered that at dinner.”

                “Yeah, I’m just… open honest communication. Natasha just reminded me. Don’t want any more miscommunication.”

                “Fair,” Jake says with a wry smile in Bradley’s direction, which immediately turns softer when he turns back to look at Oliver and the tapping in his gut fades away completely.

NINETEEN

[tgmsunmontue]

It takes a village - 17/? WIP

TGM AU - Jake is a NICU nurse and Bradley Bradshaw's newborn twins are two of his newest patients. (Previous tumblr post).

Alternating Jake/Bradley POVs (Odd/Even)

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN PART ELEVEN PART TWELVE PART THIRTEEN PART FOURTEEN PART FIFTEEN PART SIXTEEN

PART SEVENTEEN

                They talk more while they wait for the food, talking is easy, conversation just flowing between them. It’s nice to know their time chatting in the NICU wasn’t a fluke, that they can hold a conversation about all sorts of things. The food arrives and is probably all delicious; he takes photos because his sisters had insisted, the place is apparently on all of their bucket lists, but his attention is all on Bradley. Conversation flows, plates cleared and then they agree to order dessert, agreeing to let each other try each other’s when neither of them can decide between two.

                He feels bowled over but also wined and dined. Bradley is charming and intelligent; he’s also good looking. Jake keeps waiting for there to be some sign of whatever red flag has kept him single for as long as he has been, and he’s too old to not just go for the throat.

                “Why do you think you’re single?” Jake asks, curious as to what Bradley will say. Why he thinks he’s single.

                “Wow. Uh. Well… seriously?”

                Jake nods.

                “Okay. For a start I’m gay and I’m in the Navy. I started serving under Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. I had reasons not to rock the boat or make myself come to the attention of too many higher ups…”

                “And that’s the reason you’re single?” Jake asks skeptically.

                “I’m getting there. Let me talk. I got married, got divorced, got therapy. Should have gotten the therapy first.”

                “What made you get therapy?”

                “Fuck. So many things,” Bradley mutters, and he’s rubbing at his forehead like he has a headache forming and Jake chews at the inside of his mouth, wonders if he should maybe drop it. This is a first date. Except for the fact that it also doesn’t feel like a first date. Instead it feels more like a conversation and discussion about beginning a relationship.

                “Ask me.”

                “Ask you what?”

                “Ask me why I’m single.”

                “Okay. Why are you single?”

                “Because I’m a workaholic.”

                “Okay.”

                “I’m serious. My last boyfriend moved out, and it took me two weeks to notice. That was… six years ago.”

                “Okay.”

                “Stop saying okay!” Jake snaps and he doesn’t miss the twitch of Bradley’s lip, like he’s holding back a smile. “Fuck off… this is…”

                “Awkward as fuck. And… and putting our… just being, vulnerable I guess? Fucking scary. I kind of feel like we’re speeding through the whole dating thing. You know a lot about me already.”

                “But not why you went to therapy.”

                “Go to therapy,” Bradley stresses and Jake nods. “And… fuck. Trust and abandonment issues. Anger issues. Those are the main ones. Wanted to kind of fix them before I became a dad.”

                “And how is that working out for you?”

                “It’s a work in progress,” Bradley says dryly and Jake laughs at the self-depreciating tone.

                “At least you’re working at it. A lot of people just bury their head.”

                “Well, I was one of those people for a long time. But yeah. I’m working on it. Has made me consider what I want and don’t want in my life.”

                “Ah,” Jake says, realizing that him and Natasha probably discussed their journey into co-parenting in depth.

                “You have a better understanding of what you’re looking for when you’re older. Know what you’re willing to compromise on and what is non-negotiable.”

                “And what is that?”

                Bradley’s look is intense, then he’s leaning forward, hand reaching for Jake’s and he lets Bradley hold one of his hands in both of his, cupping it as he looks at Jake seriously.

                “Shared values, some common interests but not everything, supportive but not overbearing. Someone that compliments me.”

                “And you think that’s me? You’d be compromising on a lot.”

                “On what?”

                “The fact that I work all the time? That I live in Fort Worth?”

                “Hmm. I don’t believe you’re actually a workaholic. I think you’re a person who loves his job and his patients. But when you take a break and visit your family you don’t think about work at all. Am I right?”

                Jake blinks, cocks his head and wonders how the hell Bradley sees him, because he’s right. When Jake goes home, he does switch off. His family wouldn’t put up with it if he didn’t. And he always goes home when they ask.

                “Yeah. You’re right. But how do you know that?”

                “Uh,” Bradley is blushing, a dark red flush of embarrassment and Jake wonders what the hell he’s about to learn. “I just… kind of looked at your Instagram. A lot.”

                “That’s… that’s not real though.”

                “Real enough. Your family post a lot.”

                “Oh my god…” Jake groans, because his mom has a habit of posting throwback photos, or comparison photos between her children and grandchildren. Jake is her only son so his photo is used a lot to compare his nephews.

                “I think it’s nice, seeing them all. You seem close.”

                “Yeah. We are.”

                “Why don’t you live closer?”

                “Work. I’m a specialty neonatal nurse. Fort Worth is the closest big city with a large enough NICU that I can work in and feel like I’m not wasting my skills. Also if I want to hook up with someone I definitely can’t do that back home. Everyone knows everyone.”

                “Ah. Similar to the Navy then.”

                “You’d know,” Jake says with a smirk. The reminder that Bradley is Navy, and Fort Worth is nowhere near the ocean, although he supposes that doesn’t matter much to aviators. “How long are you here in Fort Worth for anyway?”

                “Three years. We bought a house here and have three-year instructor contracts, we’re not going anywhere anytime soon. And when my three-years are up I’ll be finished over twenty years. You living here is not something I’d have to make a compromise over.”

                “What’s the significance of twenty years?” Jake asks, inwardly reeling. Three years. None of his relationships have ever lasted that long. Bradley, and his kids, and Natasha, are all going to be around for three years.

                “I’ll be eligible for a pension.”

                Jake wants to make a joke about fucking a pensioner but keeps his mouth shut, still reeling, living in Fort Worth isn’t a compromise. He sits and listens as Bradley talks more about his work, his kids, how much longer he has on leave before he returns to active duty. Bradley is still holding his hand, thumb stroking the back of Jake’s hand back and forth almost absently. It’s nice. They’ve managed to eat their desserts one handed, trading forks so they taste both.

                “Sorry, Natasha told me I had to make sure I didn’t talk about the kids too much. She said not everyone is interested in hearing every minute detail.”

                “I am.”

                “Yeah?” Bradley’s smile is slow but it’s also got a new layer of heat and intensity to it and Jake feels a little spark of arousal flaring into life.

                “I mean, one of the things I was torn up about was unfollowing BradshawBabies.”

                “Well, pull out your phone and follow them again.” Jake does so, watching as Bradley approves it but missing the fact that Bradley is no longer holding his hand. “Actually, you want to come home with me?”

                “I thought you said you couldn’t host.”

                Bradley throws his head back and laughs, free and amused, eyes twinkling and he’s shaking his head.

                “I meant coming home with me to see the kids. And I would never bring a stranger into my home, around my kids or Natasha. You’re not a stranger.”

                It sends a flood of warmth through him.

                “Plus I’m not inviting you back to hook up. Pretty sure you would prefer a solid nights sleep, not one interrupted with night-time feedings.”

                Jake honestly wants both, wonders if saying as much is too fast.

                “Wouldn’t be a hookup though would it. And I’m not patient enough to wait for your kids to seep through before I stay over… if I’m allowed to stay over.”

                “You want to stay?” Bradley asks, and he seems incredulous, like he can’t believe it is something that Jake might want.

                “Yes. That a problem?”

                “Fuck no. Opposite or a problem. Come on. Let’s go, I’ll grab the check.”

PART EIGHTEEN

[tgmsunmontue]

It takes a village - 16/? WIP

TGM AU - Jake is a NICU nurse and Bradley Bradshaw's newborn twins are two of his newest patients. (Previous tumblr post).

Alternating Jake/Bradley POVs (Odd/Even)

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN PART ELEVEN PART TWELVE PART THIRTEEN PART FOURTEEN PART FIFTEEN

PART SIXTEEN

                As he walks toward the restaurant he’s not sure whether to be grateful or angry with Natasha. She had pestered him into shaving and dressing for going out, having far too many opinions about what he wore. Then, just as she’d shoved him out the door, she’d told him he was meeting Jake at Tartaruga Violet at five-thirty. Which is in a few minutes time; on one hand he’s glad he hasn’t had an entire afternoon, or even longer, stressing about it, but on the other hand he really doesn’t appreciate being blindsided by something like this either. He’s not going to pass up the opportunity though.

                Then he sees Jake, walking toward him from the other direction and his mouth goes a little dry at just how good he looks. He’s not wearing anything fancy, but he still looks damn good in thigh-hugging jeans, dark red button-down shirt, dark brown shoes matching leather belt with a large buckle drawing his eye to Jake’s hips. He looks up to meet Jake’s eye as he stops a few feet from him and nods his head.

                “Hi.”

                “Hi.”

                They stare at each other a little awkwardly, clearly unsure about what to say or do, he’s kind of expecting Jake to apologize. Shaking hands seems too formal, a hug or kiss too familiar considering Jake’s last words to him.

                “You’re not wearing a floral shirt.”

                “You’re not wearing scrubs…” Bradley replies, then rolls his eyes. “Of course you’re not wearing scrubs. You’re not at work.”

                Jake is smiling, just a tiny little one like he’s amused

                “No. I’m not. Had kind of considered your Hawaiian shirts your uniform…”

                “Natasha wanted me to make a good impression. But I like color.”

                “I’ve seen your son piss on you, bit late for a good impression… and color looks good on you.”

                “Yeah, I have to wear my uniform or flight suit for work, they’re pretty boring colors.”

                “Look, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions. I mean, I made some assumptions, wrong ones, so I am sorry for –”

                “For wishing my dick and balls would rot and fall off and that I’d get fucked with a cactus?” Bradley asks, and he can’t help the smile, is barely holding back the laugh.

                “Yeah. That.”

                “I mean, I thought it was pretty creative. I was a little insulted that you thought that of me, but then, you don’t know me that well.”

                “No, I guess not.”

                “You wanna change that?” Bradley asks, his throat tight as he swallows down his nerves. Jake is here, which implies he does, in fact, want to change that. Unless he really is here just to apologize.

                “You, uh, on Grindr, you said you were looking for no strings…”

                “Because I don’t have time to waste time dating someone to find out if I actually like them. I already know I like you.”

                “Oh.”

                Bradley swallows, even more nervous. “That a problem?”

                “No. I just… I didn’t think this would be that easy.”

                “I mean, I wouldn’t call the last twenty-hours easy, but… we don’t need complicated right? We could continue this conversation over dinner?”

                Jake nods and Bradley nods back, taking a step toward the restaurant, then holding the door open. The reservation is under both their names and he wonders who made it, then they’re being shown to a small corner table tucked away from the main crowd. Quiet. Intimate. His cheeks feel warm, it’s been a long fucking time since he’s legitimately been on a date. Years. His career didn’t exactly lend itself to stable timelines or locations, but he’s finally dealing with his shit. Putting down roots. He and Natasha both have three-year assignments at the NAS Joint Reserve Base in Fort Worth, which is why they decided to buy a house together.

                Conversation is easier without the interruptions of Jake needing to work, and Bradley carrying out cares on his children. He talks about his friendship with Natasha, how she’s his family; talks about his dad dying when he was so young he doesn’t really remember him, then his mom dying of cancer when he was in his teens. Then he talks about how he’s reconnected with his godfather, after over fifteen years of not talking. He doesn’t get into the details, doesn’t think Jake will understand.

                “He hasn’t visited?”

                “Not yet. He’s coming to visit in a couple of weeks. He’s in California.”

                “Ah, you’re a Cali boy then?”

                “Depends on your definition. I was born right here in Texas, but grew up in California. Went to college in Virginia. What about you?”

                “I went to the University of Penn. But I missed my family too much to stay away from them. Fort Worth is the closest I can get and still have a job I love.”

                Then he’s listening to Jake talk about growing up on a large ranch in a small rural town that doesn’t even have its own doctor. That he was born in the same hospital where he now works, what with quadruplets being pretty rare.

                “Wait. You’re a quadruplet?” Bradley asks, fascinated. He’s the father of twins and the whole multiple thing is still mind boggling to him. The human body can do some amazing things.

                “Yep. Sure am. Have three sisters the same age as me, and we all have an older sister.

                Bradley sits there and learns about Francis, Jake’s oldest sister, and his brother-in-law Geoff. They have four children, including a set of twins. Then there is Claire, divorced, who has two kids, then Michaela who is married to Chris and has three kids. Finally, there is Suzanne, married to John and has two kids, one of them a new baby only a couple of months older than Charlotte and Oliver. It sounds like a huge family to him, and he can’t wrap his head around it. Says as much.

                “I haven’t even started in on my cousins,” Jake says with a grin, and he can’t help but grin back.

                “Are you ready to order?”

                They both startle at that, realize that they haven’t even looked at the menu and make apologies, order a couple of beers and then share a smile. He feels like it’s a good sign, that they got so caught up in talking they completely forgot about food. They open their respective menus and he reads, then he feels something brush his ankle, then rest there, realizes it’s Jake’s ankle. He glances up to find Jake smiling at him and he smiles back.

PART SEVENTEEN

[topgunbigbang]

Artist: @nma-nekro Author: @tgmsunmontue Beta: @redfurrycat Title: Let me stitch your heart back into your chest so that you may love me

Maverick has died and everyone is worried about Rooster. Jake's as surprised as everyone else to realize he is as well. Not that he'll admit it. Not out loud. Sucks for him that actions always speak louder than words.

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Miles Teller as Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw in TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

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Rooster inspo for @tgmsunmontue's devastating fic... 🥹 (also features @nma-nekro's amazing art)

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[roosterseresin]

take what you want from me

a hangster alpha x alpha pwp // 17.5k

bradley has wanted jake for a long time. he may never get over the shock of jake wanting another Alpha. having him is different from wanting him, though. probably better. but maybe more difficult.

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[glenpowelljr]

GLEN POWELL AS ↴ TOM HUDNER — DEVOTION (2022)

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@puppyloveandpredators requested a drabble based on the word bald. I literally have no idea wtf this is but I laughed writing it! Hope you enjoy!

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Derek Hale had been called many things in his life.

Monster.

Alpha.

Grumpy.

Emotionally constipated.

Stiles had a list that was somehow still growing.

But he had never been called bald.

Until today.

“Derek.”

"Please don't.”

Stiles blinked. “I haven’t even said anything.”

“You’re looking at me like you’re about to say something annoying.”

“That’s because I am.”

Derek sighed and continued chopping vegetables. “What is it?”

Stiles walked around the kitchen island, studying him carefully.

“You know, I never noticed before.”

Derek slowly lowered the knife.

“Noticed what?”

“That you’re basically one bad haircut away from being bald.”

The kitchen went silent.

Peter, sitting at the table drinking coffee, immediately looked interested.

“Oh, this should be good.”

Derek stared at Stiles.

“I’m sorry?”

Stiles waved his hands. “No, no, hear me out. I’m not saying you’re bald. I’m saying you have the energy of someone who could be bald.”

Peter nodded thoughtfully. “He does.”

Derek looked between them. “Why are you both like this?”

“Because,” Stiles explained, “you have the whole intimidating, brooding, emotionally unavailable thing going on. Bald men in movies always have that vibe.”

“I have hair.”

“Currently.” Stiles laughs.

Derek’s eyes narrowed.

Peter leaned forward. “I have to admit, I’m curious. What would Derek look like bald?”

“Peter.”

“I’m just asking.”

“You’re imagining it.” Derek accuses.

“I absolutely am.”

Stiles grinned. “I think he’d still look terrifying.”

“Thank you,” Derek said.

“Like a villain who owns a very expensive car and tells everyone he doesn’t care about anyone.”

Derek stared.

“That’s literally just me now.”

“Exactly. You’d just have less hair.”

Peter laughed so hard he nearly choked on his coffee.

Derek looked betrayed. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

Stiles walked over and wrapped his arms around Derek from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“For the record,” he said, suddenly softer, “I would still love you if you were bald.”

Derek relaxed slightly.

Then Stiles added, “I’d just buy you a bunch of tiny hats.”

The relaxation disappeared.

“Stiles.”

“Little ones. Ones that make your head look huge.”

“I’m leaving.”

“You live here.”

“Then I’m emotionally checking the fuck out.”

Peter smiled into his coffee.

After years of knowing Derek, after watching him lose everything and rebuild himself piece by piece, Peter never thought he’d see the day someone could make Derek look genuinely defeated.

Not by claws.

Not by hunters.

Not by enemies.

By the terrifying power of Stiles Stilinski and a hypothetical lack of hair.

“Honestly,” Peter said, shaking his head, “I think the bald jokes might be the most dangerous thing you’ve ever survived.”

Derek looked at him.

“Whose side are you on?”

Peter considered.

“Stiles’.”

“Traitor.” Derek mumbled.

And Derek, despite everything, smiled.

[aviatorsnoopy]

another sketch of the fantasy AU because I can't get it out of my head. Fae!Jake and Human?Bradley go on an adventure together begrudgingly