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Danger Meter [3]

》Assumptions《

■Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

■Pronouns: She/Her Fem!Reader

■Warnings: Language, also probably some medical inaccuracies

■Genre: Soulmate Au! Angst and Fluff

■Synopsis: Your soulmate rarely seems to be out of the High risk zone according to your mark, which makes you worry.Oh well— you already know the same goes for him.

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"Is she alright?"

"Lieutenant L/n is very lucky. She only sustained a few bruises, and a gash on her face. We would like to keep her overnight so we can continue to monitor her."

"I see... Thank you, doctor."

"The pleasure is all mine. I'll get going now, Lieutenant."

You heard the voices talking back and forth stop as you slowly tried to open your eyes— immediately shutting it as the bright flourescent light from the ceiling temporary blinded you.

"Where.. Am.. I?"

You could feel your throat was dry and your voice came out hoarse, cracking at the end.

"Y/n! Y/n! Can you hear me?"

Scrunching your brows, you snapped. "Can you stop shouting? I'm not deaf, statefarm. I'm surprised you got into heaven too." Your voice coming out softer than what you intent to be. You slowly opened your eyes again as you tried to adjust to the brightness of the room.

Hangman sighed, quite relieved. "Glad you're still the same. You're not dead, you're in the hospital. Also, excuse me?"

"You're excused."

"And here I was, about to grab you some water so you can properly talk." He scoffed, you looked at him and cracked a small, playful smile. "Do be a dear and get me one, Seresin."

Hangman grumbled but still complied, you took a long sip from the straw as he assisted you. "Thanks, Hangman. I appreciate it."

He flashes you with his signature smile, "Anytime, Crash. Just don't pull shit like that again." You rolled your eyes.

"I'm serious, all of us were about to have a heart attack."

"Sorry 'bout that." You took a second to scan the room for any sign of your best friend. "Where's Bob?" You asked, curious on where he is.

"He passed out."

"What?"

"I know. He'll be here soon." As soon as Hangman said that, a knock was heard along with 'Are you sure this is where she is?' Most likely from Bob.

You chuckled, "Yeah Robby, this is my room. Come on in." You heard the doorknob turn and there he was, your bestfriend who was not pleased as he scanned your current state. Hangman excused himself as he got called by Coyote.

Pheonix raised an eyebrow at you as she, and surprisingly Rooster entered your room, following Bob. "You and Bagman? Since when?"

You looked at her incredulously. "What? We're not together."

"Then why is he in your room?"

"Oh I don't know, let me guess— he's probably checking on me since I'm his wingman?" You asked sarcastically while Bob fretted over you like a mother hen.

"Hey Rooster, how are you?"

You cracked a small smile as you greeted your crush fellow naval aviator. Rooster smiled back, "Shouldm't I be the one asking you that, Crash?" He chuckled, resulting in you to blush and laugh. "Well, I think you already know I feel like shit."

"But you don't look like one."

"Tell that to me when I don't have this gauze on my cheek." You chuckled, trying not to let him see you flustered at his compliment.

Bob and Pheonix shared a knowing look to each other, which went unnoticed to you and Rooster .

"We were worried about you, Y/n/n." You heard Bob say. Turning to him, you sighed. "Sorry, Robby. I was quite scared myself too, I thought it was the end of me." You looked down at your hands. Noticing how the room changed into a more serious atmosphere.

"I probably scared my soulmate half to death too." You joked as Bob shaked his head. "I think you did."

Rooster perked up, you and Bob aren't soulmates?

As stupid as it sounds, he tried his best to look for your wrist secretly. Trying to see your mark. What he didn't expect was he felt his mark pulse when he saw yours.

He took a step back. What in the world? Why does he feel his mark pulse?

"Rooster? You okay?" Pheonix asked, taking note of his sudden change in demeanor. You and Bob looked to Rooster, seemingly confused.

"U-uh yeah, I just— I remembered I need to talk to Maverick about something." He mumbled as he took another step back before turning and leaving the room.

Bob could already sense the hurt and dissappointment rolling off you in waves. Pheonix furrowed her brows

"What is up with him?"

Rooster knew that was the most pathetic excuse he has given in his entire life.

Not only was it a half-baked plan, his body language gave it away. Hell he didn't even know why he told he'd be talking with Maverick, when he knows that they know there's a tension between them two.

He found himself walking into hard deck, going straight to the bar. Not paying attention to Penny and Maverick flirting across him.

"Bradshaw." He heard an all too familiar southern voice called out. Bradley turned to look around and saw Hangman from the table, a knowing smile on his face.

Rooster already know how this is going to go.

"Hangman." He mumbled, turning back his attention to the bar about to order a drink.

"You know, a little bird told me what happened while y'all were listening to us on the radio earlier." Hangman said, slowly coming over to where Rooster's at.

"And I heard something.. strange." Jake smiled, circling around Rooster as if he was a predator. Rooster looked at him, "I don't want to hear any of your bullshit, Hangman."

"Oh, don't worry Bradshaw. I won't take up too much of your time. I just wanna.. ask something." Jake said, an unknown glint present in his eyes. Without even letting Bradley speak, he continued.

"Your mark turned dark red to black. Didn't it, Bradshaw?"

Rooster felt his body went rigid as he heard those words uttered out by Hangman. He looked at the smirking blonde with anger slowly consuming him.

He heard Hangman laugh, "Don't even try denying it, Bradshaw. You already gave it away."

Bradley looked at him, eyes seething in anger. "What is it to you, Hangman?" The Texan boy hummed, "Well because I know who you suspect your soulmate is."

"That is none of ypur concern-"

"Oh but it is, especially if it's about her." Hangman's expression turned serious, as he stared down his fellow naval aviator.

Bradley looked at him, "I don't even know who you're referring to-"

"Crash. Don't fucking deny it, Bradshaw. I know you think she's your soulmate."

Rooster balled up his fists, every ounce of his being trying not to punch Hangman. Out of the corner of his eye, Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback slowly started to gather around him and Hangman, readying themselves in case a fight breaks out.

"What if she is? What are you gonna do about it?" Rooster challenged, standing up from his seat as he came closer to Hangman, not breaking their stare.

Hangman smirked, "I'll make sure you won't even lay a finger on her to find out."

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