#dad!rooster

updated: 09.03.25

ᯓ ✈︎ dad!bradley

Long Overdue (❤): now that all is forgiven between Maverick and Rooster, Rooster wants to introduce Maverick to some very special people. (@mydarlingrose)

Your Rooster (❤❅): your daughter, Daphne seems to be having a harder time with Bradley’s deployment then you are. (@mydarlingrose)

A Little Pinch (❤): rooster tries to hold it together for the sake of his daughter while she gets a shot. (@tongue-like-a-razor)

Bradley's baby attends Guy's Night. (❤) (@ddejavvu)

Bradley puts your daughter on trial. (❤) (@ddejavvu)

new! World's #1 Daddy (❤): Bradley makes a bet with you that he can take care of his daughter for the whole day. He shortly realized it isn't as easy. (@angelbby555)

(tw: talking about kids and getting pregnant)

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You sidle up to Bradley, hands behind your back, a tiny smile playing on your features. He looks over the small head peeking out of the baby carrier strapped onto his chest, your niece that you both are babysitting for the day, asleep in the carrier against his chest. You had offered to wear the carrier on yourself, but Bradley was having none of that.

“You look,” he pauses, “happy.”

“I found something,” you say, “close your eyes.”

You see suspicion on Bradley’s face, but he closes his eyes anyway.

“Okay, open them.”

Bradley opens his eyes to see you holding a small, baby sized Hawaiian print shirt in your hands, one that had matching prints to his favourite shirt at home. His eyes brighten.

“Is that for her?” He gestures down to the sleeping baby against his chest, hands absently rubbing against the back of the carrier in a soothing motion.

“I was thinking it could be for ours,” you say, and Bradley’s eyes widen, going as large as saucers.

“Are you?” The words tumble from his mouth, as he gapes at you. “Are you saying you want to start trying?”

“Yes,” you confirm, and Bradley tugs you to a side, his hand gripping yours in his as he kisses you in the middle of the store, careful not to bump the baby strapped to his chest.

Rooster x wife reader

Warnings: fluffy, little baby Nick, so it’s cute.

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When Bradley came home he couldn’t find you immediately. Until your soft humming started to flood around the silent house. He tiptoed as silently as he could to Nick’s room and stopped in the  open door to get mesmerised by the sight in front of him. You were feeding Nick in the rocking chair with your eyes closed, a small smile on your lips and humming a soft song. God he loved this sight, the two people he loved the most enjoying each other's company. Yup, Nick was enjoying the moment too as he was making the cutes smacking noises and wiggling his little feet while drinking and listening to your soft humming.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Bradley standing in the doorway smiling like a big idiot, your lovely big idiot.

“Hi baby.”

“Hi sweethearts.”

“Come here, instead of standing over there, we don’t bite.” You smiled.

“Oh yeah, sorry, just loved looking at the two of you being so cute.” He confessed and kissed you and Nick’s as he kneeled down next to your chair. “How was he today?” Bradley said while patting Nick carefully on the head, loving the way his soft hairs felt under his hands.

“He’s been sweet, slept well, pooped well and I think he missed you.”

“I missed you too buddy, but I’m here now for a whole week, you’re gonna miss your just-you-and-mommy-time.” When you finished feeding Nick you signalled Bradley to take him over.

“You’re home for a whole week? I like that, you probably too huh Nick, just don’t learn him bad manners.” You teased him while you tried finding a good way to hug him with Nick in his arms, eventually from the side was a good position.

“You’re cute you know that?”

“You might have said something like that Bradley," you smiled lovingly at him, "I love you.”

- Rooster and Duck, a little boy with big brown eyes and an even bigger heart, seldom seen without a tropical shirt and a mustache drawn on with a brown marker

- Cyclone and Blizzard (also known as Izzy), a little girl with pink beaded braids who rules over her classroom with an iron fist and has wit well beyond her years.

They’re personalities makes them somewhat unlikely friends, but they spend most of their time in each others orbit and insist on eating lunch together every day.

(Blizzard’s lunch, a bento fit for a princess, is painstakingly packed by Beau everyday before he leaves for work. While Duck’s lunch always comes with a short “you’ve got this, kiddo” note penned by Bradley)

You can almost always find them sitting under a big shade tree while they dig in to their packed lunches. They also take this time to discuss the most important topics, Including:

The quality of the playground sandbox

What flavor jelly is best for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (she thinks strawberry, while he doesn’t care as long as there’s no crust)

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell

Izzie’s campaign for class President

What song(s) Duck is learning on piano

Despite their close friendship, neither of them have explicitly mentioned the other to their parents. It’s only revealed after summer vacation when the school’s open house happens, and little Ducky (who’s hid behind Rooster all day) sees her and takes off running, nearly tackling her into a hug.

A/N: Requests are open! I’m always happy to receive them, though I like to preface by saying that I won’t always write them. Not because I don’t want to (I love love love requests), but because I’m the least self motivated person in the whole world. Meaning, if it doesn’t hit me straight in the inspiration-dick, I won’t do it the justice it deserves by writing it.

But don’t let that stop you! I’m always all ears :)

Rooster x you (no mention of Y/N) and baby Nick

Warnings: fluffy, a very cute baby

A/N: popped up in my head while writing another fic.

As you heard the bronco arriving, you got baby Nick ready to show off his new skills to his daddy. Bradley loved the Navy, just hated the part that he missed most of the beautiful moments when Nick learned something new. Just like now as he was on a two-week mission, Nick learned to crawl. When you heard Bradley’s keys you put Nick on the ground.

“Hi baby, come on Nick, go to daddy.” Just like that Nick started to crawl to Bradley, as he stood starstruck in the doorway.

“He crawls like a little para commando. Hi my sweethearts.” he said smiling like a kid who got his first toy while picking up Nick.

You are 100% correct. You know his mama raised him RIGHT. Not to mention how much he idolizes his parents and their relationship. imagine him sitting at your dining room table, mustache twitching with focus, as he presses dried flowers from your wedding bouquet?? Him stamping your newborns’ footprint onto the cover of a brand footprint titled “the next chapter”?!?!