Request by Anonymous: can you write a rooster fic where the reader and him buy a new puppy and give it a bath… i dunno basically just pure fluff!!!!
Summary: You and Rooster have just adopted a new Australian shepherd puppy and have to give it a bath... a touch of chaos insues.
A/N: Thank you so much for the first request for my 1000 followers celebration! Also -- nothing about the reader p.o.v. was specified, so I just had the reader be Swan Song from Birds of a Feather!
This was a bunch of fun to write and I hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 1.3K
A content smile was all you could wear as you sat in the passenger seat of Bradley’s baby blue Bronco, feeling the warm wind on your face. You always loved car rides in his car – it made you feel like you were in a movie, set for a summer release. But this time? This time it was just made all the more better by the puppy asleep in your arms. Her little head was nestled into the crook of your arm and her belly was rising up and down, snoozing away.
“How’s she doing?” Your boyfriend’s voice brings you out of the trance your new Australian shepherd had so innocently lulled you into. Turning, you look at Rooster’s face. His eyes were hidden behind Raybans and most definitely on the road in front of you, but you could tell he so desperately wanted to look at his new dog.
“Perfect,” you coo, petting her gently. She stirs a little at the contact, but settles down again soon after that. “Any name ideas?” You inquire, tilting your head to get a better few of your puppy’s face. Bradley chuckles and shakes his head.
“Y/N, I know for a fact you already have a name picked out.” You pout to try and hide the smirk that started to take shape on your cheeks.
“I just want to make sure that, if you had any ideas, they would be heard.” He reaches over to grab your free hand. Of course, you let him take and raise it towards him so he can smack a kiss on the back of your palm.
“Honey, the floor’s yours.” Your smile spreads into a full-on grin.
“Piper.”
“As in Piper Aircraft?” You wince a little bit, rethinking your choice,
“Is it too on the nose?” Bradley shakes his head and smiles, taking a left hand turn into your neighborhood.
“I think it’s cute,” He reassures you, “very fitting for our little family.” Your gaze goes back to the Australian shepherd asleep in your lap. “You just have to promise me we'll name our first born ‘F18.’” You laugh loudly which makes Bradley only smile more.
“You’re just the sweetest little thing, aren’t you, Piper?” You lean down to press a kiss onto the puppy’s fur, but stop short. “Oh…” you mumble, wrinkling your nose and slowly leaning back up into your seat.
“Talk to me, Swan.” Is all Bradley says, trying to gauge the problem. You grimace a little bit and look at him through your own pair of shades.
“She needs a bath.”
Holding the door open for you, Bradley watched with adoration as you stepped in, carrying little Millie, as you nicknamed her, through the door. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and daintily scratched the puppy’s head before heading straight to the laundry room.
“What should I grab?” He asks as you make your way to the sink in your kitchen. It was one of your favorite additions to the house; a big farmhouse sink that, while it didn’t exactly scream California, was one of the things you had always loved about your childhood home. Placing the sweet little bundle of fur that was in your arms into the sink, you all but swooned at the high-pitched bark that she gave you.
“Some towels would be good! I think I also have that box of dog shampoo and a comb on top of the dryer as well.” You hear things being shuffled around before Bradley returns with an armful of towels and the box you had mentioned. Dumping the materials on the counter next to the sink, he wraps an arm loosely around your waist as you slowly turn the sink on, feeling the temperature of the water with your hand.
“Hangman and Phoenix already want to come over and meet her.” He remarks, turning his head so that his nose is in your hair, smelling your shampoo.
“We haven’t even had her home for more than half an hour,” you laugh, finally taking away your palm when you deemed it the perfect warmth for Millie.
“Vultures,” he mumbles into your hair, causing you to bump your hip with his lightly in amusement. You moved to the side a bit to grab a plastic measuring bowl, filling it with water.
“Can you hold her with your hands? I don’t think she’ll be annoyed by water since Aussie’s usually like it, but who knows.” Wordlessly, your boyfriend gently holds her, receiving playful nips and licks from Piper. You winced as you began to pour water over her coat, but to your relief, she seemed perfectly fine with the water, wagging her tail and panting.
It took a little while to give your puppy a bath because, while she was comfortable with the water, she wanted nothing more than to play. Her sleepiness from the car had morphed into unbridled energy, squirming and jumping about as you tried your best at rubbing the shampoo into her fur and giving her a nice thorough wash. Rooster, much to your chagrin, was not helping. Instead, he was encouraging Piper’s energy, waving around towels and tennis balls for her to grab onto and play tug. While Bradley was having fun, you were getting splashed so often that your shirt now clung to your stomach.
“Bradley, I swear, if you do not hold her down…” you grit, trying to wash off some lingering soap you saw on Millie’s belly.
“Aww, c’mon Swan, can’t handle a bit of water?” You turned your face slowly towards his, taking in that charming, smug expression on Bradley’s face. That cheeky smile lifted only the very corners of his mustache and his eyes held such a mischievous look that all you could do was give him a saccharine sweet simper… before flinging at him the water that had been filling up in the measuring cup. He stood there for a moment, his jaw dropped and hands held out in front of him as he’s dripping with water, not moving or speaking.
“Aww, c’mon Rooster, can’t handle a bit of water?” You parrot back, slotting a hand onto your hip and fixing him with a playful grin. Bradley blinks a few times, letting the shock wear off, before scooping water up with his hands and launching it at you. Shrieking with laughter you duck and turn around so it hits your back.
“Oh you are so gonna get it now,” he threatens sweetly, grabbing you by the waist and pressing a hard kiss into your cheek while stealing the measuring cup away from you, filling it back up, and dumping it on the both of you. Laughter and giggles was all that could be heard in your kitchen as your water fight concluded and you finished washing Piper together, not minding getting splashed once in a while. You towled the little puppy down, holding her in your arms and receiving tiny licks on the chin. All you could do was marvel in the joy of not only having a dog, which was truly, very exciting, but sharing her with Bradley. He hadn’t proposed, though you both were both certain of your love for each other, and talk of starting a family with children was pretty small due to the nature of your jobs. But Piper was perfect. One little soul that the both of you could pour your love into and cherish.
A towel was wrapped around your shoulders and Bradley tugged the edges so you were brought closer to him.
“Y/N L/N, you have just captured my heart and won’t let it go.” Your face heats and a smile melts onto your face.
“You have a way with words, Bradley Bradshaw. Has anyone ever told you that before?” You quip, but soothe the remark with a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I love you.” You feel him bring up a corner of the towel and wipe some water off of your forehead, placing a peck there afterwards.
