trash for broken naval aviators

Cass. Aussie. 80’s. 18+, minors DNI. notroosterbradshaw-library

[notroosterbradshaw]

masterlist. Rooster x reader. 18+. Strictly NSFW. That is the warning. Please don’t read if you’re underage. follow @notroosterbradshaw-library and turn on notifications if you don’t want to miss anything. i don't have a taglist x

key: 🌶️ smut 18+ nsfw || 🥰 fluff || 🗯️ angst

[archive. no longer writes for tg:m]

The Boyfriend Experience masterlist 🌶️ 🥰 🗯️ Phoenix concocts the perfect Plus 1 for an old friend’s wedding.

It’s Only My Heart (Save Yourself) 🗯️ Everyone loves a wedding but is it really Rooster’s Big (Terrible, Awful) Day.

The 1% 🌶️ 🥰 Rooster is a king in the sky and your bedroom. 

The Best First(s) 🌶️ 🥰 Rooster’s first real sleepover.

And You By My Side 🌶️ 🥰 🗯️ Your first real fight with Rooster.

Pomp 🥰 Rooster returns and is a little bold about it.

Girl Under You [g.u.y] 🌶️ 🥰 🗯️ But you’re not in love with him. It’s just the things he can do to your body, and the way he talks, or how he flits in and out of your life with no chance of any kind of commitment –

You Don’t Get to Taste the Honey Without the Sting of the Bee 🗯️ Rooster doesn’t get jealous, but you do. And it debilitates you how blasé he is about it. 

warm blood 🥰 🗯️ a few drinks at everyone’s favourite bar. you’re home, it’s been a few very cold months at sea. but he warms you to your bones each time you see him. but it’s sadly just not meant to be. 

My Father’s Eyes 🥰 🗯️ Bradley comes to terms with growing up without a father to guide him while quickly adapting to become one himself… to a child who wants nothing more than not to have him in her life 

prologue [hiatus until Slow Dancing is complete]

That May Be All I Need 🌶️ 🥰 with Bradley, you’re easy… just like Sunday morning. Or those early stages of new relationships.

An Orphan’s Christmas 🌶️ 🥰🎄 You know you’ve made the right decision by choosing to stay on the Island with Rooster this Xmas.

Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home) 🌶️ 🥰 🎄Bradley’s home just before midnight. After 15+ Christmases together, it’s sometimes lovely to reminisce about life before the babies wake and the madness ensues.

domestic!Rooster drabbles 

one - the origin of betsy ; one.five - Three’s a Crowd || two - Educating Bradley || three - Self-Care || four - Studying Rooster || five - Monthly Madness || six - An Ode to the Shower || seven - piano by candlelight

head canons

champagne 🥂 || music 🎶 || flowers 💐 || drunk 🍸 || father’s day 💪 || ass 🍑 || 

jake “hangman” seresin

he just loves xmas, ok? 🥰 🎄

robert “bob” floyd

Office Christmas Party 🥰🎄 (AU)

dagger squad misc

kiss prompts [requests closed] || meaningful gestures 

hosted challenges:

notroosterbradshaw’s #hello december playlist challenge 🎄

notroosterbradshaw’s 3k-ish follower celebration 

Bucky Barnes @ A03. Old fics I won’t be bringing this back to Tumblr - from interestedbystanderwrites 100 years ago if you wish to read them there. 

[notroosterbradshaw]

in honour of 40 years of top gun, I’m posting the end of my fic - it has haunted my drafts for over a year at least. I mean, I haven’t posted a chapter to the cliffhanger in 40 years either. may as well go out with a bang - of sorts.

for those who stuck around, thanks and I hope you enjoy x

[notroosterbradshaw]

Had a dream last night. Was actually amazing as I am not a sleeper who remembers my dreams. But it was Dr Abbot and his partner, say she was in L&D or something along those lines, but within the hospital (I didn’t say I remembered all distinctive plot points of this dream)… brain dump incoming.

They are happy and childless, living together but she’s in days and he’s continues as his charming nightcrawler self and it works but that yodel from Dana about Baby Jane Doe catches everyone’s attention.

When he finds her in peds, muttering that no one in the hospital was all that great at swaddling post-shift (and his begins), he carefully reminds her the life they chose… and why it works so well for them. “Also works for me when you’re not shot at…” she glances at him, her body rocking the infant in her to him crossing his brawny biceps and a tense sigh. “Nothing is a secret in this place,” she carefully reminds him.

“Perlah?” He picks a name at a whim and feels good about it.

“Death Wish Charlie.”

“Fuckin’ Robby,” his eyes cloud to a squint and he wants to throttle his best friend because Jack knows this conversation will continue after night shift ends. Jack reminds himself you love him endlessly and know his cunning stunts are a part of the baggage he brings along in your lives.

“He’s looking out for you although you seem to… not be.”

“And yet, he doesn’t look out for himself,” Jack murmurs as he looks over his shoulder, hoping not to catch the unexpected gaze of his team or co-workers. You both tried to avoid any spats at the office. But suck knew this one wasn’t one he was going to leave here and he cleared his throat. “Honey, I’m sorry,” he replied in that calm, breathy tone and he reaches he a teeny, tiny foot that wriggles from the wrap you have in your arms. He recoils at Jane’s softness and how alike to you it is. “If it makes you feel better, I was hoping you wouldn’t find out,” and his meek joke is as meek as it sounds. He pouts that ridiculous fucking pout and pleads, eyes soft.

And in short, she fosters the baby a few days until Bub is taken into care. And yes, there are moments they think they can do it even tho they love their lives and age is a factor, and all the political shit that gets in the way. The end.

[notroosterbradshaw]

vitals

“How we doin’ in here?” Abbot asked softly, arms crossed over his chest, studying the monitors that chronicled the last 24 hours. You didn’t look at him. You knew if you did, the tears that had threatened you for the past 36 hours would finally spill. “Can I get you some tea? A sandwich?” He stepped closer, careful not to impose on you as he read your little guy’s notes.

Things had calmed down. The mild fever that had spiked days earlier now only simmered, causing the occasional groan of discomfort from your little guy. Yet, as Abbot listened to his heart on initial overview, he detected a murmur that surprised everyone. 

You felt out of your body. Your clothes were two days old, your hair grimy with yesterday’s sweat. You hadn’t managed to stomach food, let alone water, and your tongue felt like leather, occasionally sticking to the roof of your mouth. “No, thanks,” you whispered, shifting your gaze from your son to Jack.

“Everything’s looking good,” he said quietly. “I think he can go home tomorrow. His fever’s broken, though he’s still a bit warm from the virus, and we’ll keep a close eye on him until you see the specialist for the echo, ECG, and bloodwork.”

“You probably think I’m stupid for panicking like this,” you admitted.

With a mild shake of his head, he replied, “Not at all. You did the right thing. That’s why we’re here.” 

You exhaled slowly. “I’ll just be glad when we can go.”

“I understand.” He tapped on the screen, adding a few observations, and absently toyed with the stethoscope draped over the thick knots of muscle along his shoulders and traps. “We want to monitor his hydration and continue the meds through the evening,” he reminded gently. “Just to be safe.” He closed his eyes and pursed his lips as he unravelled the stethoscope and pressed it to your little guy’s chest. He listened quietly, counting the rhythm and looking for the faint murmurs that had drawn his attention earlier.

You liked Dr. Jack Abbot. He had a rugged resilience that spoke of years of experience, the kind that left quiet traces in the corners of his eyes. Earlier, you’d seen him tug at his dog tags as you wandered toward the bathroom. He didn’t wear mystery like armor; he offered clarity, steady and unpretentious. You had expected aggression and gruffness, but over the last few days, he had been so softly spoken at times that you even questioned your own hearing.

“Just to be safe,” you mumbled in agreement. 

“You sure I can’t get you anything?” he asked, moving toward the door again. He was smooth on his feet, but maybe you were distracted enough that everything seemed to move in perfect rhythm, except for your little one’s heart at that moment. When you didn’t reply, he left the room and continued his rounds.

AN: I've not written in a while, but when you are inspired... thanks for reading. not sure if this will go anywhere, but it was nice to write for a little while x

[notroosterbradshaw]

vitals

“How we doin’ in here?” Abbot asked softly, arms crossed over his chest, studying the monitors that chronicled the last 24 hours. You didn’t look at him. You knew if you did, the tears that had threatened you for the past 36 hours would finally spill. “Can I get you some tea? A sandwich?” He stepped closer, careful not to impose on you as he read your little guy’s notes.

Things had calmed down. The mild fever that had spiked days earlier now only simmered, causing the occasional groan of discomfort from your little guy. Yet, as Abbot listened to his heart on initial overview, he detected a murmur that surprised everyone. 

You felt out of your body. Your clothes were two days old, your hair grimy with yesterday’s sweat. You hadn’t managed to stomach food, let alone water, and your tongue felt like leather, occasionally sticking to the roof of your mouth. “No, thanks,” you whispered, shifting your gaze from your son to Jack.

“Everything’s looking good,” he said quietly. “I think he can go home tomorrow. His fever’s broken, though he’s still a bit warm from the virus, and we’ll keep a close eye on him until you see the specialist for the echo, ECG, and bloodwork.”

“You probably think I’m stupid for panicking like this,” you admitted.

With a mild shake of his head, he replied, “Not at all. You did the right thing. That’s why we’re here.” 

You exhaled slowly. “I’ll just be glad when we can go.”

“I understand.” He tapped on the screen, adding a few observations, and absently toyed with the stethoscope draped over the thick knots of muscle along his shoulders and traps. “We want to monitor his hydration and continue the meds through the evening,” he reminded gently. “Just to be safe.” He closed his eyes and pursed his lips as he unravelled the stethoscope and pressed it to your little guy’s chest. He listened quietly, counting the rhythm and looking for the faint murmurs that had drawn his attention earlier.

You liked Dr. Jack Abbot. He had a rugged resilience that spoke of years of experience, the kind that left quiet traces in the corners of his eyes. Earlier, you’d seen him tug at his dog tags as you wandered toward the bathroom. He didn’t wear mystery like armor; he offered clarity, steady and unpretentious. You had expected aggression and gruffness, but over the last few days, he had been so softly spoken at times that you even questioned your own hearing.

“Just to be safe,” you mumbled in agreement. 

“You sure I can’t get you anything?” he asked, moving toward the door again. He was smooth on his feet, but maybe you were distracted enough that everything seemed to move in perfect rhythm, except for your little one’s heart at that moment. When you didn’t reply, he left the room and continued his rounds.

AN: I've not written in a while, but when you are inspired... thanks for reading. not sure if this will go anywhere, but it was nice to write for a little while x

[notroosterbradshaw]

guess I’m not surprised I’ve gone down the Abbot rabbit hole.

[mrs-stans]

SEBASTIAN STAN With Zeus & Apollo in New York.

[mrs-stans]

SEBASTIAN STAN & TESSA THOMPSON at the Ami Paris and Balthazar dinner in NYC.

[euphoricfez]

Get up girls we have another day of obsessing over fictional characters to cope with reality ahead of us

[spider-mann]

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes

↳ The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021)

[unificsation]

gulp. the dog tags.

[sportsmusicsoapsmoviesfan]

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[harrisdickinsonn]

[natsgrave]

look at my baby, she's so teeny tiny cute.

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[fanfiction-addiction9]

the high after someone comments on my fics is unparalleled