#probably while giving Jake a foot rub and watching Celebrity Chef

[overwhelmed-alien]

Thought of this while watching Chicago Fire - the ep where the new admin girl at the firehouse tried to seduce a firefighter. This is so dumb and probably out of character but I don’t care lol. I’m a sucker for both Firefighter!Rooster and Soft!Jake AUs! (Jake being a Navy vet ER nurse inspo comes from binge watching The Night Shift!).

TW: mentions firefighters, but contains no actual fire.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw is used to the attention. It comes with the territory of being a firefighter, more so in knowing that he’s, well, incredibly attractive. Especially in uniform. His husband - the most beautiful man on earth in his opinion (and the opinion of almost everyone who meets him) - never holds back from calling him hot every chance he gets, and Jake has never lied to Bradley, so he believes him.

So when the pretty new admin girl at the station starts blatantly flirting with him, he honestly thinks nothing of it. He gets flirted with every single day - the lady who’d been trapped in the elevator the day before had almost climbed him like a tree when he pried the doors open, biceps bulging nicely in his uniform tee, and in hindsight he doesn’t believe it was because she was panicking and trying to escape. He still isn’t sure how she’d popped all those buttons on her blouse so quickly.

The other squad members clock it instantly, however. They all love Rooster like family, and they’re as protective over his husband as they are of Bradshaw. Jake is a beloved honorary member of the squad, and they’ve benefitted from his stress-baking so much that they’ve had to work extra hard at the gym lately. Captain Mitchell, who loves them all like a father, especially Rooster - his actual godson - always makes it known that Jake is his favorite. Understandably so, considering his infamous sweet-tooth.

So when they see New Girl trying to put the moves on their Rooster, they take it personally, especially when she doesn’t stop when he politely ignores her, or when he flashes his wedding ring more often.

“I wouldn’t do that, hon. You’re barking up the wrong tree.” Trace says to her.

“I’ve never met a tree that didn’t appreciate my barking.”

“He’s a happily married tree.” Machado chimed in. “To a badass ER nurse.”

A wedding ring had never stopped New Girl from getting what she wanted.

“A freaking hot ER nurse.” Mickey, the probie, sighed. “A gorgeous badass ER nurse. Solid 10. Total knockout. Blond bombshell ER nurse.”

“Who brings us cookies.” Bob added.

“Seriously, best ass I’ve ever seen,” this was Halo. “I don’t know how Rooster formulates thoughts around that ass in a pair of scrubs.”

“I can assure you he doesn’t.” Cap mutters, not even slowing down as he walks by, nose buried in a clipboard.

New Girl could feel the abject jealousy rising in her throat at the woman they were describing, a woman she’d never met but hated with her entire being, a woman who had the audacity to have snagged the object of her desire AND be attractive while doing it. It only spurred her to flirt harder.

Until the day HE came to the station. He didn’t so much “walk” as strut, like he owned the place, like he knew this was his domain, like he knew the room was instantly elevated with his presence. From the perfectly quaffed blond hair, the Hollywood grin, the toned Adonis body covered in nondescript green scrubs and a soft-looking cardigan, he was everything New Girl usually chased after, but for some reason the sight of him made her hackles rise. This man was was not prey, she could feel it, though she didn’t understand why. Like two feral cats eyeing the same scrap of meat, and as those sharp green eyes raked over and promptly dismissed her, she instantly knew she didn’t have a chance and would slink away hungry.

Firefighters and medics flock to this newcomer like a murder of crows excitedly flapping and cawing over the big wicker basket he carries. “Hope y’all like snickerdoodles!” cries a heavy, cheerful Texas twang.

“Jake, seriously, leave Rooster and marry me.”

“I would Harvard but your wife would kill me.”

“Hell if that’s so. She’d probably kill me, but she’d still love you!”

“Nobody gets to marry Jake but me!” She watches, and finally understands, as broody, stoic Bradley Bradshaw grabs this Jake - this “blond bombshell in scrubs” - in a bear hug from behind and hoists him bodily into the air, squeezing tight, looking for all the world like he had just captured an angel. Jake’s face is soft and sweet, even as he laughs and demands to be put down, and Rooster’s face is loose and happy in the way drunk people look when they dance. Like the world didn’t exist, just this blissful, stupidly confident feeling, and hearing the softly exchanged “hey, sweetheart”, “hi, handsome’”, seeing the lingering eyes, the hands and bodies that didn’t want to move too far away from the other, the world could have actually ceased to exist and those two wouldn’t have noticed.

New Girl knew then. She can work with lust. She can work with secrets and sneaking around and unhappy marriages and hormonal urges. But her whims and wiles were no match for love. And these two gorgeous people were openly, affectionately, auspiciously in love with each other.

When Rooster asks the next week “where did that new girl go? What’s her name?” The others just smirk to themselves. “She quit.”

“Huh.” He nods, unconcerned in the way oblivious people usually are. “Jake said he had a feeling she might.”

His gorgeous husband is so smart.

(My headcanon is that they still met while serving in the Navy, Bradley doing something stupidly heroic and Jake being the medic who yelled at him while saving his life. “Are you a complete IDIOT?! You almost fuckin drowned! That was so, SO stupid Lt….Bradshaw? Really fuckin brave but even more fuckin stupid!” While Bradley just stares up at him like a dopey, twitterpated baby deer. He asked everyone who the foul-mouthed medic with the face of an angel was who saved him, and finally begged his godfather Ice to find out for him. First phone call: Hey it’s Bradley…uh, Lt Bradshaw-/ Oh yeah, the cute dumbass with the cow eyes I saved last month. Thought you were a goner for sure. - And then probably less than a year later they were engaged🥰)

New Girl scarfing the best snickerdoodle she’s ever eaten as she writes her resignation letter: