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Can I request number 5. and 8. from the prompt list for Roo please?

BTW saw you're writing for 911 and that you mentioned a crossover potentially. Just know I would definitely be here for that!!😍

I am considering it! I'm just trying to y'know, work the logistics lmaoooo. For example- who is Jake going to hit on this time?? All the options... Joking!

In other news- I wrote only 9-1-1 for like... I would say 18 months? Just under half of my fics on AO3 are for 9-1-1 😂 it's my comfort show alongside Outer Range hahahaha.

I've been in a bit of a slump with my writing lately but I put in my Airpods today and I realised it's because I'm easily distracted by background noise... and now three fics have been churned out in the last twenty minutes 😂

5. "Spoonful of honey" and 8. "Lap/chest pillow".

Get keen!! And Happy Holidays!

I did go a little Hangster here, just to try it out. It was fun! I’d be down to write more I think?

Rooster was half-asleep in the breakfast queue, kind of hoping Hangman would load his plate for him considering he felt like he was going to go down like a sack of spuds. Splat, on the cheap linoleum floor that was never properly cleaned. Truly, he could get sicker from lying on that-

"Roo, you want eggs or are you eating air today?"

Bradley startled, glancing at Jake who sighed and reached for his plate.

"Tell me what you want, I'll get it for you. Go sit down."

Immediately Bradley felt like he was in trouble and tried to take his plate back but Jake was firm.

"Go, it's okay. Wake up a little more, think Javy and Tash already got coffee for us."

Bradley left the line, subtly slipping past everyone else and knowing Jake would get him exactly what he wanted. He might have been an asshole but he knew what Bradley would eat and what he wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. Natasha and Javy were sitting at a table in the middle of the room and Bradley made his way over to them, frowning as he scratched at his nose. He felt like he had to sneeze, but it wasn't coming. Natasha smiled, scooting over on the bench seat to make room for him. Bradley groaned, burying his head in his arms on the table.

“I'm so tired,” he complained. He heard something drag across the table, and then a steaming cup of coffee was pressed into his hand.

“This should help,” Natasha said. Bradley lifted his head enough to thank her but she was already frowning.

“Are you sure you’re just tired?” She asked softly. He shrugged.

“Think so.”

“Hm, alright. Maybe take some Tylenol, you’re flushed like you’ve got a fever.”

“Alright, I come with breakfast and ketchup.”

Jake appeared from the queue, placing Bradley’s plate to the side as well as passing the bottle of ketchup over to Javy.

“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna put that on my eggs.”

“Okay, then I won’t tell you that,” Javy said with a grin at his best friend. Jake rolled his eyes, attention going back to Bradley when he didn’t immediately start eating.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Throat hurts, feel like I can’t swallow.”

Jake, Javy and Natasha all frowned with concern but subtly moved away ever so slightly.

The pain in his throat didn’t go away, despite the way Bradley tried to keep up with his water consumption. Natasha offered to make him tea but when he’d just grimaced she’d rolled her eyes and called him a macho man, but not in the good way- the way that told him he was being an asshole. When he’d tried to apologise for being difficult she was gone, swallowed by the crowd of people around them. That had left him, Jake and Javy, but Javy was called away to an individual assessment after lunch which just left Bradley and Jake. They’d never been best buddies skipping in a field whilst holding hands (that was a scary thought), but Bradley needed him right then and when they had a gap in their schedule he reached for Jake’s shoulder, giving him a gentle tug.

“Can you tell the CO I’m going to the infirmary? I feel like shit, pretty sure I’m gonna lose my voice.”

Jake frowned.

“Yeah, you got it. Text me if you need something.”

“Thanks...”

Bradley separated from him, heading against the grain of the rest of the hallway. Jake watched him until he too was swallowed into the crowd, then headed to class. He had shit to do if he was going to graduate at the top, as he should.

“Bradshaw, what can I do for you?”

“Uh, I don’t think I should be going in the air today. Sir.”

The doctor frowned, reaching the back of his palm up to feel Bradley’s forehead for a fever.

“Well, just by my guess I’d say you have a fever. How long have you been feeling sick?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night but I thought it was just...”

Bradley trailed off and the doctor cleared his throat.

“I read your file, if you’re having trouble sleeping due to nightma-”

“-I’m not. It’s fine.”

The doctor didn’t look entirely convinced but let it be, instead working his fingers down Bradley’s jaw to feel his glands.

“What did your callsign end up being? I heard whispers of Duck or Honk for a little while there.”

“Rooster, sir.”

The doctor smiled, pulling away to scribble some notes and grab a wooden tongue depressor.

“Alright, you know what I’m going to do with this.”

Bradley opened his mouth and waited while the doctor examined his tonsils, eyes darting awkwardly around the room. There was no easy way to get your mouth examined, he’d learned in his years in the Navy. He kind of wished Natasha was with him, he was used to her sitting in the waiting room nearby.

“It looks to me like you’ve got tonsillitis, Bradshaw,” the doctor mused when he was done.

“Tonsillitis? That means...”

“Grounded, kid, at least until the swelling in your throat goes down. I wouldn’t feel good letting you up there while you’re having trouble breathing through your nose. The best thing you could do right now is go back to bed and get some sleep while everyone’s out.”

“Is it contagious?” Bradley whispered.

“Not the tonsillitis itself, but I’d say you’ve had a very mild cold the last couple days. Have you been a little more lethargic than usual, not eating as much?”

“Yeah...”

“Let’s get you some antibiotics. Fair warning; they’re disgusting, but apparently everyone around here takes them with honey which I don’t have a problem with. Honey might soothe your throat a little too. Other than that, bed rest until your fever breaks and your throat doesn’t feel like it’s on fire.”

“Yes sir. Thank you.”

“Not a problem. Keep drinking lots of water, we want to flush out your system.”

The doctor scribbled on a prescription pad, then ripped the sheet off and passed it to Bradley.

“Give this to the pharmacist, then to bed. Clear?”

“Yes sir.”

The medicine was indeed vile, even with the honey. Part of Bradley wondered if he’d throw up just from the taste of the medicine, but when his stomach didn’t give any warning signs he tracked back to the room he shared with Jake and curled up in his bunk on the bottom, grimacing at the way his pillow was lumpy and his mattress like a brick. Jake’s was so much better- not that he’d, y’know, slept on Jake’s bunk. He wasn’t speaking from experience it just looked comfy. Mmhmm.

When he stirred again, it was dark outside despite the window’s blinds being open, and Jake was stripping out of his uniform.

“Hey,” he called over his shoulder, “how are you feeling?”

Bradley paused, considering the question for a moment.

“Not great, everything hurts,” he confessed. Jake frowned.

“Why are you in your bunk? You could have used mine, I don’t mind.”

“It didn’t feel right without you.”

Jake froze, looking at Bradley in the mirror.

“Roos...”

“I didn’t think I was allowed to, I’m on bed rest for at least the next couple days.”

“Alright, then scoot over.”

Bradley scooted back on his bunk to press his back against the wall and Jake climbed in with him, lying on his back and extending an arm out.

“C’mere, sweetheart. Yeah, there ya go. Is that better?” He whispered as Bradley settled on his chest, tense until he melted into Jake’s touch.

“Mmhmm. Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah of course, Roo. I’m sorry you got sick.”

Not even Natasha called him Roo, or Roos. It was only ever Jake.

As Bradley drifted back to sleep, he felt lips pressed to his forehead and an arm come around to support his hips.

He wondered if they’d survive TOPGUN together.

It turned out the answer was no.

Five years later, at the Hard Deck, Rooster was reminded of why he’d left Jake- no, Hangman, all those years ago. Simultaneously, Hangman was reminded of why he’d left Bradley.

And it hurt.

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broketraveler87 · 1 year

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Instead of writing chapter 07 of The Parent Trap

I made notes about the Top Gun High School AU

Length of story: Nine Chapters

A Chapter for Each month of the school year

Junior Year of High School (2003-2004)

Characters

Pete Maverick Mitchell

Broken a few bones from last Deployment

Unable to fly due to injuries

Asked by Viper and Jester to take over JROTC while recuperating

Admiral Benjamin agrees

The Kazansky’s

Tom Iceman Kazansky

Admiral in charge of North Island

Biological father of Jake Seresin

Had no clue till the kid was dropped on his doorstep

Babcia and Dziadek

Iceman’s Parents

Throw themselves into being grandparents

Even if the only grandchild in fifteen

Sarah

National Geographic Photographer

Only Lives with Ice because she’s never home long enough to get her own place

Rolls her eyes at the insinuation from her mother she is becoming an old maid.

The Bradshaws

Nick Goose Bradshaw

Air Boss and Head of Top Gun

Two Star Admiral

Carole Bradshaw

Beat Ovarian Cancer

SAHM

Loves it

PTA President

NAVY Spouse President

Bradley Bradshaw

A full course load of AP and International Baccalaureate classes

Co-Captain of the Varsity Baseball

Pitcher

Already being scouted by MLB

Co-Captain of the JROTC

Best Friend: Natasha

Jake Seresin

Texas Born and Raised

Raised by a Single Mom

Who put herself through college and Law School

Married a Partner at her Firm when Jake was in Middle School

Thought her boys got along until her new husband starts beating the shit out of Jake when he comes out as Gay

Mom sends him to California to live with his Sperm Donor while she divorces his ass

Lacrosse Player

Extended Family

Grandparents

Viper and Jester

Retired Navy

Teaches JROTC

They move in together after the death of Viper’s Wife

Jester has a heart attack which will take months of recovery

Flyboy Uncles

Ron Slider Kerner

Rear Admiral

Goose’s Second in Command

Eats baby Pilots for Breakfast

Rick Hollywood Nevans and Leonard Wolfman Wolfe

Admirals

Commanders of Pearl Harbor

Marcus “Sundown” Williams

Retired Naval Aviator

Texas Ranger

Helping Elizabeth Serisen get her soon to be ex husband sent to prison

The Dagger Squad

Natasha Phoenix Trace

Set her hair on fire at a house party Freshman year

JV Co Captain

Dating Bobby Floyd since freshman year

Bobby Floyd

A full course load of AP and International Baccalaureate classes

Debate Team

Swim Team

Callie Halo Shu

Angelic face, devilish mind

Her and Maverick have never met by design

JV Soccer Team Co Captain

Ruben Payback Fitch

Makes bets he can’t win

Dating Mickey Garcia

Wrestling

Mickey Fanboy Garcia

President of The Anime/ Comic Book Club

Cheerleader

Billy Avalon

Swim Team

Brigham “Harvard” Lennox

Harvard or Bust baby

A full course load of AP and International Baccalaureate classes

Linebacker Football

Logan “Yale” Lee

Yale bound

A full course load of AP and International Baccalaureate classes

QB Football

Crushing hard on Brigham

Neil Omaha Vikander

Transfer from Nebraska

Wrestling Team

Javy Machado

Childhood friend of Jake Seresin

Moved to San Diego in Middle School

Track and Field

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