No Big Deal
Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader
Summary: Reader has a bit of a period accent. They’re completely distraught but Rooster handles it surprisingly well.
Warnings: menstruation, blood, crying,
( I’m using she/her pronouns in this fic but not everyone who menstruates is a woman and not all women menstruate!!! Feel free to read this as however you identify all are welcome here my loves!!!)
You were sitting around at the hard deck, typical night with the squadron. You’d been drinking and losing at pool like you always did. Laughing and singing along with the music like normal. And of course eventually Rooster had kicked the plug from the Jukebox out of the wall and planted his butt squarely on the piano bench. He’d been playing for a while, all manner of music when he finally sped up a little, smirking at you as he played the first chord of the usual song. His eyes found you as he sang.
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!
You were maybe a little bit tipsy and you were very giggly but that didn’t change the fact that you sang like an angel and when he got to the next verse, knowing it so well he no longer needed to look at the piano he shifted his focus to you as he played. As he swept his hands across the keys during the instrumental break in the middle of the song he pulled you onto his lap laughing the whole time.
Kiss me baby, he sang and you followed directions giggling still.
Oooo that feels good baby, and you’re not quite sure he’s even singing anymore.
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!
He finishes the song with a flourish and a holler then pulls you in for another kiss.
Once you pull away the two of you stay settled on the bench, you lay your head down on his shoulder and curl in closer to his body as he tightens his grip on you, and no one could wipe the smile off of his face. The crowd around you begins to disperse but your squadron stays continuing to laugh and talk contentedly. Someone plugs the jukebox back in and the volume in the room increases once again.
“ It’s getting pretty late baby doll, you think we better get going?” Rooster says to you placing another gentle kiss to your temple.
You nod your head and start to stand up. Rooster’s eyes go wide and you feel his hands on your hips, pulling you right back down before you’re even stood.
“ What’s the matter?” You look at him confused.
“ I think you’re bleeding baby.” He whispers to you and you feel yourself turning red. Tears fill your eyes and you look to Phoenix who stands beside you and Bob beside her. It’s clear that they both saw what happened because his face has a matching tone of pink to yours and she offers a sympathetic look mouthing “ I got you, just go.”
“ Hey boys who feels like losing a round of darts?” She says with a hand on her hip.
Bob follows along trying to help you too, “Oh you are so on, pairs?”, he offers elbowing at Hangman a little.
“ Yeah alright let’s do it,” the blonde pilot replies, pushing the backseater’s glasses to the side teasingly and ruffling his hair a little.
“ Ok, we’re gonna head on out I think,” Rooster adds, hands on your hips to direct you as you stand up.
There are grumbles from Coyote and Hangman as they turn to walk away, while the rest of your friends call out a goodbye.
Phoenix shoots you one last sympathetic glance as she shoves the boys the other direction.
“ Let’s get you home, yeah?”
You nod and start to walk out, Rooster keeps his hands on your hips and stays close behind you as you head out to the car.
When you get to the car you look at Bradley in complete embarrassment, wanting nothing more than to melt into the floor. He meets your gaze but you immediately look down. When you do you see a spot of red on his jeans and tears immediately spill over from your eyes.
“ I’m so sorry,”You say through sobs. He grabs your hand.
“ Hey hey, it’s ok don’t cry.”
“ I didn’t even realize I had started. God, I bled through my clothes and Phoenix I’m not worried about but Bob saw it too and then I even bled on you. And I’m really embarrassing and I’m so sorry Bradley, I’m completely mortified.” By this point you were crying so much you were edging on a panic attack.
“ Hey Hey, breathe with me darlin, you’re ok. Look at me.” You keep your eyes on the ground so he places two fingers under your chin and gently tilts your head up to meet his eyes. A gentle smile rests on his features, trying to reassure you.
“ Look at me. You’re ok. Breath with me darlin’ come on. Good, just like that yeah.” He keeps reassuring you, timing your breathing to match his until you’re calm again.
“ It’s really ok, I promise. I’m not scared of a little blood and you aren’t embarrassing baby. It’s getting late and we needed to be heading home anyway, no one’s upset at you. It’s really no big deal.”
“ No big deal?” You repeat, not quite believing him.
“ No big deal,” he promised, “ You’re really ok.”
“ I still scarred poor Bob.” You say still too upset to laugh.
“ He’s a big boy, he’ll live.” Rooster chuckles, squeezing your hand. “ Let get home, ok?”
When you nodded he turned the key and turned on the radio, singing along as he drove. After a minute or so you were calm again and felt like talking.
“ Do you think Hangman is flirting with Bob?” You asked humming along to Don’t Stop Believin’.
He chuckles, “ Probably a little, he flirts with everyone.”
“ No I’m serious,” you reply with a smile, “ I think Mr. Macho has a crush.”
When you two get home you peel off your bloody clothes and hop in the shower, feeling the water run over your skin and Bradley’s arms around you you feel ok again.
Maybe, you think, it’s really no big deal after all.
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