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The latest wormhole... Top Gun: Maverick
@tgmsunmontue
Side-blog. I follow from sunmontuewrites and my name's Janine/J9.
(For those that apparently need this info, I was born in the 1970s, so a fandom old and adultier-adult).
All completed fics can be found at: ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN, however if you want an up-to-date comprehensive list of completed works on Tumblr you can visit this Tumblr post, as it links to all my TG/TG:M fics (both AO3 and the first Tumblr post for that fic (useful for when AO3 goes down)).
I try and use sunmontuewrites to tag my writing and random ideas. It is also my main blog.
2026 SPREADSHEET OF WRITING TALLIES, UPDATES, WHAT TO WRITE WEEKEND, & COMPLETION STATUS.
2025 SPREADSHEET for those curious souls.
Top Gun BINGO Event 2025-2027.
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POSTING TO AO3 (despite not being completed)
Upon which our souls touch - 24/? - Hangster Fantasy AU - Not close to completion at all however was started as an AU Bingo 2024 and posted to AO3 for that so is being very slowly updated as we go...) (Last updated 27th June)
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WIPs (+ FIC IDEAS CURRENTLY GERMINATING)
FYI - everyone is welcome to take any of the ideas and do their own spin. Don't plagiarise obviously, but definitely feel free to take it and add your own twist.
A) Scattering seed to the wind to see what grows - 4/6 - Agripilot Bradley and Single Dad Jake and (longer fic based on this ramble) (Updated 7th June)
B) I am the rainbow sheep of the family - 2/? and also Blue Sheep - 3/? - A Hangster fic with everyone living based on the idea of Jake meeting Nick and Carole at a pride parade and being enveloped into their family. And then meeting Bradley. (Making a proper fic of this idea here). (Updated 11th July)
C) It takes a village - 18/? Co-parents Bradley and Natasha and NICU nurse Jake Seresin. RomCom vibes all the way. (Tumblr post) (Updated 14th July)
D) Love is only a feeling - 2/? - Hangster - Jake and Bradley gay-chicken and fake/pretend date each other into a relationship. Based on this rambling here (Updated 14th July)
E) Skinny dip with me in the moonlight - 2/4 - Hangster with Jake and Bradley meeting while both on leave. They're neighbors. Sort of. (yep yep yep) (Updated 5th July)
F) Chaotic and Unpredictable Trajectories - 1/3 - a Twisters / Gorge / TGM Mashup with twins Jake/Tyler and Bradley/Levi. Based on this riffing post here (11th July 2026)
G) Ice in my veins - Hangster Hockey AU with Hangster being ex-es (like stood up at the alter type exes) and the trade deadline coming in hot and Bradley being traded in and all hell is about to break loose... Ramblings and more here.
H) TGRBB Sequel (previous snippets here and here - spoilers ahoy!)
I) My words are under your skin based on this tumblr ramble
LAST EDITED 14th July 2026
RECYCLYING BIN
Ideas I may revisit however have other ideas currently consuming my brain and I was running out of letter of the alphabet.
Practical Magic AU (Tumblr ramblings) (And further ramblings)
Two guys in the mines hooking up... (Madness)
Long-distance/Zoom D&D players. (Madness)
Rooster is a shapeshifter trapped in his animal form? Crackity crack crack. (Madness)
Community Theatre putting on Grease with a twist - Jake as Danny and Bradley the new Sandy.
IceMav Bingo of the Florist and Undercover agent variety.
Olympic AU - Jake and Javy are the Flyboys, a synchronised diving pair. Bradley is a gymnast.
Party of 5 AU - Jake raising his younger siblings and trying to run the family business and grieve the life he had started to build at College.
Bradley runs away and joins the circus. Tumblr ramblings.
Hangster TGM AU with them working in a mall together
Puppetry Troop Hangster
Divorced-dad Jake and Pre-K teacher Bradley Bradshaw
Didn't know they were dating and fake dating combo
Meet!Ugly through a car crash
Encanto/TGM crossover
Follow up on Dagger Squad reaction to Jake and Bob being twins - based around this comment.
5+1 Hockey Season ticket holders.
Like vinegar on my tongue... (and here)
Travel besties and then realising you love your best friend
Pitch a Date
Jake has a teenage niece
Rock-a-bye Baby - something @stars-of-nixie is working on (rubs hands in glee!)
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Upon which our souls touch
Scattering seeds to the wind to see what grows
I am the rainbow sheep of the family
It takes a village
Love is only a feeling
Skinny dip with me in the moonlight
Chaotic and Unpredictable Trajectories
Ice in my veins
TGRBB Sequel 💔😭
My words are under your skin
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Prompt for you: Bradley gets a love letter on his desk and wonders who is it from
Bradley came back to his shared office with Jake to see the other Lieutenant Commander sit in his desk chair, balancing his feet on Bradley's desk, hands folded in his lap and a gleeful smirk on his face. Bradley stopped in his tracks, considering the fact that Hangman looking that smug couldn’t mean anything good for him.
"Why is your ass in my seat, Hangman?"
Bradley sighed and walked around his desk, ready to physically remove the man if necessary. He had just gotten a talking to from Cyclone, which had resulted in him doing overtime today to get his long overdue paperwork filed. He wasn’t in the mood for Hangman's shenanigans.
Instead of responding, Hangman nodded at something on his desk Bradley hadn’t caught sight of between the mountains of paper. Cyclone was right to call him out on it, but he didn’t have to like it.
In between lay an envelope with a red lipstick print addressed to "Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw". Bradley blushed, throwing a glance at Hangman and swiping a hand over his mustache.
"What is this? A prank?"
"Looks like you've got an admirer, Rooster." Hangman put his feet down and made space for Bradley behind the desk, his eyes curious. "Well? Open it."
Bradley ignored him.
"Can I have my seat back?" he asked, or rather demanded. He raised an impatient eyebrow when Hangman didn’t move.
"Come on. I need to know who it is."
"Why? You jealous?"
Bradley sighed again, even more dramatically. He picked the envelope up, a little curious himself.
The lip print looked like a woman's and he wondered what fellow servicewoman's idea of flirting this was. He was usually pretty good at picking up on flirtations; and he hadn’t had a flirtatious encounter in a while. Maybe he had missed some clues.
"Maybe."
When Bradley glanced over, Hangman just smirked. It looked a little strained though.
Interesting! Did Hangman have a crush on someone from base?
That didn’t sound right to Bradley. He had never seen Hangman flirt with anyone seriously, or take someone home from the Hard Deck for that matter. Now that he thought about it, he got even curiouser. Why had he just never thought about who or what Hangman might be into? That box had sure been opened now, though. He would have to ask Nat for some deets; she always knew who was into whom.
Since Hangman didn’t move, Bradley took the second best option and leaned back against his desk. He opened the letter.
A laugh escaped him as he read the note. He held it out of reach when Hangman leaned over to sneak a look at it.
"What does it say?" Hangman huffed.
"None of your business, asshole."
"It's from the lunch lady, isn’t it. I see her sneaking you extra heaps of mashed potatoes all the time."
Bradley smirked and opened his drawer to put the envelope and note inside.
"Betsy does love me," Bradley said.
Hangman glared at him. "So what, you gonna get off your perch for whoever that is from?" Hangman nodded at the now closed drawer. Bradley noticed a weird edge in his voice. He put more stocks in the Hangman Has A Crush idea.
"You seem strangely invested in my love life, Hangman.“
"I just need to know who looked at your ugly mutt and thought, I gotta ride that mustache."
Bradley guffawed and shoved at Hangman to finally free the seat. "Can't see the appeal, huh?"
There was a moment before Hangman waved hin off. "Nah," he said and got up. He sent a last glance at the closed drawer as he made his way back over to his own desk. "Must have a case of really bad taste, though."
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The note.
Dear Bradley,
I paid Plato five bucks to put this on your desk to fuck with Hangman.
Yours truly,
Nat 💋
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Author's note
Bradley is too oblivious to see why Nat would do such a thing and why Hangman might be bothered by a love letter. But don’t worry, she's on the case. These dumb dumbs will get together or so help her goddess. 🙄
Getting ready for work and I had Hangster thoughts and work thoughts. Immediately wrote down all Hangster thoughts and dialogue and snippets into an email draft and sent it to myself so I wouldn't forget.
Hopefully someone at work jogs my memory of what task or thing I was thinking of because that thought is GONE gone.
In which Jake and Bradley fall into a relationship together and keep being in a relationship because they both refuse to talk about it.
PART ONE
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PART TWO
His head feels almost completely normal, the Tylenol and water clearly having done some serious heavy lifting, along with the shower and Bradshaw’s body pressed against him blowing away all other ill feelings. He figures he’s given Rooster enough time to have his little freakout about them hooking up, and the way he’d kissed Jake back had given him every indication that he’s more than happy with continuing whatever it is they have started. He rifles through Bradshaw’s drawers, finds a pair of sweats and pulls them on, mutters about Bradshaw’s stupidly long legs and then stops. Grins to himself. Those long legs are his to ogle at now. Openly ogle rather than surreptitiously ogle. It puts him in an even better mood as he heads to the kitchen, lured by the smell of coffee.
Seeing the bruises blooming across Rooster’s skin, barely hidden by the almost see-through tank, makes him realize that they probably didn’t do anything more than make out last night. If he remembers rightly Bradshaw has a sprained ankle and wrist, along with bruised ribs and a minor concussion. How he didn’t actually break anything is nothing short of a miracle, but those were apparently numerous during the uranium mission. He’s grateful that everyone lived, can’t imagine how bad his nightmares would be if someone had actually died. Again.
As he makes them both coffee he licks over his lips, they still feel a little warm and swollen, wonders if he and Bradley actually managed any talking last night. About anything. Or if they just made out a lot. And he needs to try and remember to call him Bradley when they’re like this. At home. He knows he’s going to slip up, call him Rooster or Bradshaw, but the fact he’s standing barefoot in his kitchen, wearing his stupid jorts and threadbare tank, staring at the toaster likes he’s willing it to go faster. Jake is pretty sure Bradshaw is blushing.
“I’m having lunch with Natasha. Did you, uh, want to come?” Bradley asks, and it’s like he’s not sure if he even wants Jake there himself. However, a lunch date with Phoenix as a third wheel is not the way to go, especially not for what is probably, technically, their first date.
“Are you meant to be driving with your ankle like it is?” Jake asks shrewdly.
“It’s fine,” Bradley mumbles and Jake shakes his head, eyes darting around until he spies the crutches shoved in the corner.
“You’re definitely not meant to be driving,” he guesses. “Or even walking on it I bet. Stubborn ass,” Jake says, but he smiles as he says it, brushes a kiss to Rooster’s bare shoulder as he slips past to put their mugs on the table. He turns to find Bradley staring at him and he raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“Uh. So…”
“Sit the fuck down Rooster. Put your foot up. You’re doing a shit job of resting it.” Rooster blinks at him, but then he’s smiling ever so slightly and inclining his head, shuffling over and sitting down, putting his foot up on one of the chairs. “What time are you meant to be meeting Phoenix?”
“Uh, in about an hour. Kind of slept in a bit.”
Jake smirks at him, can imagine exactly why they both slept in. Damn it feels good to actually have had some decent sleep.
“Good to know we can easily sleep in the same bed and get a good night’s rest.” The toaster has popped up two pieces and he finds a plate, notices the bottle of what look like prescription pain killers. He frowns, Rooster should definitely not be walking or driving. Dumbass. “You need to eat this toast so you can take your meds?” Jake asks, although he suspects he’s asking a fairly rhetorical question all things considered.
“Uh, yeah. There’s some peanut butter in –”
“I got you Bradley,” Jake says, and the name feels unfamiliar in his mouth and sounds strange to his ears, judging from the look on Bradley’s face he feels the same but he’s nothing if not just as stubborn. They’ll get used to it. He finds the peanut butter and covers the two pieces, steps over to the table and slides the plate to Bradley along with the bottle of pills. He gets them both large glasses of water before settling down in the chair opposite, taking a sip of his coffee and grateful that it’s cooled enough he can take large sips.
“Uh. Thanks Jake.” It sounds just as stilted and he’s glad he’s not the only one struggling a little, smiles at him and nods his head.
“You’re welcome.”
They sit there in silence, just kind of staring at each other and it would feel awkward but instead it just kind of feels amusing, they just keep staring and smiling at each other like neither of them can believe where they are, quietly just drinking their coffee. He doesn’t want to say anything that might break the peace, is enjoying this in all its weirdness and newness. Being allowed to just openly look. Admire. Maybe he can finally ask Bradshaw about how he got his scars. The beeping of what sounds like a washing machine goes off.
“I, uh, did your washing. It’s probably dry now.”
Irritation flares through him, surprising him with its intensity.
“Bradshaw! What the fuck. Why?”
“What did you expect me to do?”
“Leave me to do it! You need to stay off your fucking ankle. Bet you didn’t use your damn crutches!”
“Oh my god, you’re worse than Penny!”
“Penny is a very smart woman. And I’m a very smart man. You ain’t going to heal if you don’t take it easy.”
“Fine,” Rooster huffs and Jake feels a thrill go through him, surprised at the easy acquiescence. He could get used to this. He leans over the tiny table to capture Bradley’s mouth with his own, licks over lips that taste of peanut and coffee, hums happily as his cock twitches with interest and he pulls back with reluctance.
“You wanna be on time you better get a wriggle on. I’ll drive, and you are going to use your fucking crutches. Also you better change into something otherwise Phoenix won’t be seen in public with you…” Jake states, although he’s already become quite fond of the tank, is wondering if he sucked on Bradshaw’s nipples through the fabric it would go even more see-through. An activity for later, once Bradshaw is all healed up. He goes and gets said crutches and shoves them in Bradshaw’s direction, staring at him pointedly until he takes them from Jake will ill grace. He laughs and throws him a wink, heads for the laundry to get his own clothes out.
His jeans are still a little damp, but his briefs and t-shirt are dry enough, as are his socks and he realizes a little belatedly that he must have been sleeping in Bradley’s underwear. Well then. That’s pretty damning evidence. He unhooks the keys off the wall, knows Bradshaw doesn’t have hangups about people driving his shitty second-hand Honda civic that he brought to shuttle himself around base in something that doesn’t cost a kidney each time he needs to fill it up.
Bradshaw is standing at the door, not much changed except he’s pulled on a floral short-sleeve button-down on, along with a moonboot and Jake gives him the stink-eye pointedly. Such a dumbass. The drive is quick and painless and it’s smack between the peak breakfast and lunch times, and there’s an empty space right outside the café-diner Bradley is meeting Phoenix.
“Here, give me your phone.”
“Uh. Why?”
“I’m going to put my number in.”
Bradley unlocks it before handing it over like he half expects Jake to toss it out the window, and he quickly types in his number and calls himself, before adding himself as a contact with a grin, adding a few emojis for good measure. Hopes they’ll make Bradley smile later when he sees them. Then there’s a knock on the window and he turns to find Phoenix staring at him. Glaring even. He grins back, gives her his best shit-eating grin he can because he knows it’ll annoy her to no end. He undoes his seatbelt and quickly goes around to help Bradley out, even though he doubts Bradley needs it he can hold the crutches at least.
“Bagman.”
“Phoenix.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Just dropping Bradley of for your lunch date. He shouldn’t be driving on his ankle you know.”
She frowns at him, looks over to where Bradshaw is watching them with wide, slightly worried looking, eyes. Jake gives him a wink and hands him the crutches, hopes his expression conveys to Bradshaw that he expects him to fucking use them.
“Since when do you call him Bradley?”
“Would you prefer me to call him babe?”
“What the fuck?” she hisses. “You’re serious right now?”
“Deadly. I’ll leave you two to it. Let me know if Phoenix can’t drop you back and I’ll come pick you up.”
“What the fuck?” she repeats, and Jake quite likes this whole shock factor thing they have going on. Supposes he better bite the bullet and let Javy know what’s up before he hears it through the grapevine.
… … …
“I left you alone for twenty-four hours and you’ve somehow shacked up with Bagman?”
“Uh. Yes?” Bradley offers, because it definitely feels and looks that way, even if he’s not quite sure how they got to this point. Several vital steps feel like they’ve been jumped, skipped or simply obliterated completely. But it’s also been weirdly nice, and sweet; Hangman is still himself, but he’s only calling Bradley out on stuff Bradley knows he’s being a bit stupid about. Like not using his crutches. He seems to care, and for some sudden reason doesn’t seem to mind Bradley knowing or seeing that he cares. As weird as it’s been, he doesn’t want to rock the boat.
“Yes? That’s all you have to say for yourself? Yes?”
“Uh. I don’t know what else to tell you? We just…” he scratches his head, crutch banging his side as it dangles from his arm. “We’re together I think?”
“You think? You… don’t know?”
“Uh. All signs point to yes?” Bradley offers and she stares at him like he’s lost his mind. Maybe he has. Kind of feels like it, a little.
“Yes you’re together, or yes you don’t know?” Natasha demands and he grimaces.
TGM AU - Jake is a NICU nurse and Bradley Bradshaw's newborn twins are two of his newest patients. (Previous tumblr post).
Alternating Jake/Bradley POVs (Odd/Even)
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN PART ELEVEN PART TWELVE PART THIRTEEN PART FOURTEEN PART FIFTEEN PART SIXTEEN PART SEVENTEEN
PART EIGHTEEN
He gives Jake his address, wants to walk him to his car but they’ve parked in opposite directions. He settles for brushing a soft kiss against the corner of Jake’s mouth, returning his smile and squeezing his hand. Promising to see him soon. Then as he walks to his car he panics a little. He can’t remember what state he left his bedroom in, sends a message to Natasha to let her know he’s coming back and bringing company.
The fact that it’s Jake is both good and bad. He knows all about Natasha and Oliver and Charlotte, Bradley doesn’t need to hide anything, not that he would anyway. However, he’s also not opposed to Jake staying over, just doesn’t know if that’s too forward, because he really did mean about being woken up during the night. He suspects Jake likes his sleep and Bradley has been taking the night feeds so Natasha can sleep through.
He hustles into their house, kicks off his shoes and then quickly lines them up, drops his keys into the basket and then scrubs at his face. Natasha is sitting on the sofa holding Oliver. He thinks it’s Oliver, goes closer and sure enough it is. Then he sees Charlotte in a bouncer, staring up at them and his heart swells. God he loves them so fucking much.
“You’re back early…”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. You didn’t get my message?”
“I’ve been a bit busy…” she says, and the look she gives him is judging and he holds up his hands in immediate surrender.
“Shit. Sorry. Uh. Jake’s coming over.”
Before he can ask if that’s okay Natasha is grinning, looking absolutely thrilled and she’s grabbing Oliver’s hands and making him wave his hands around in celebration.
“Your daddy had a date and that date is coming here!”
“Can we not talk to our kids about our dating lives?”
“Gotta start early Bradshaw. Honest open communication remember? Oh my god, go quickly hide your sex toys!”
“I… they’re not out Natasha. But, uh, yeah. I’m just going to go and quickly check my room.”
She’s cackling as he jogs to his room, knows he only has minutes before Jake arrives, and his bedroom is fine, he’s generally a tidy person anyway, necessity in the Navy making it so. He hears crying and goes back out to find an upset Charlotte, scoops her up and looks at Natasha, who has a hand over her mouth and is bouncing Oliver who looks ready to cry as well.
“Did mommy’s cackling scare you sweetheart?”
Charlotte hiccups, crying immediately stopped now that she’s being held, just stares at him with wide eyes and he touches his nose to hers and watches as she goes cross eyed. Natasha is muttering about playing them off against each other and he rolls his eyes, but makes sure she can’t see him when he does it. Then there’s a knock at the door and he nods to himself. He’s got this. He opens the door and of course Jake is standing there, hands in his pockets and looking just as good as when Bradley left him.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
It’s a lot less awkward this time around, and part of him wants to pull Jake to him and kiss him until he can’t breathe. He feels like he’s about to introduce Jake to Natasha as his boyfriend, which is… it’s what he wants to do. Although he knows Natasha will be reading plenty into the fact that he invited Jake here, that this isn’t something casual he’s doing.
“Um. Come in. You remember Natasha.”
“Of course. It’s been weeks, not years.”
“Hi Jake, good to see you again. Would you like to hold a baby or do you get enough of that at work?” Natasha asks, standing and proffering Oliver carefully.
“No, I do not get nearly enough of that at work. Gimme.”
As Bradley watches Jake carefully takes Oliver from Natasha, his movements smooth and practiced and Bradley desperately wants to sit beside him on the sofa, realizes there’s nothing stopping him so settles down, pats the empty space beside himself in invitation; glad when Jake easily sits beside him.
“I’m going to go get their bottles ready. They’re already bathed and changed. Did you want something to drink Jake?”
“I’m good right now thanks, kind of have my hands full,” Jake says, and he’s smiling, looking from Oliver up to Bradley and he can’t help but smile back, his heart and stomach both tapping out a little nervous beat.
“Just… we’re dating right? Exclusive and boyfriends and all that entails?” he blurts
“Yeah. Kind of thought we already covered that at dinner.”
“Yeah, I’m just… open honest communication. Natasha just reminded me. Don’t want any more miscommunication.”
“Fair,” Jake says with a wry smile in Bradley’s direction, which immediately turns softer when he turns back to look at Oliver and the tapping in his gut fades away completely.
Jake and Bradley are exes but not in the common way—
—they got married when they met in Vegas one night when Jake was there celebrating his 21st birthday and Bradley was there for a bachelor's party.
They met at a bar and got to talking, spending most of the evening and much of the night learning the most mundane, simple things about one another without giving overtly personal info besides their names.
And then, drunk as a skunk and Not good at making big life choices, they decide to get married.
They find a 24 hour chapel, fill out the paperwork with shaky chicken scratch and stumbling down the aisle, giggling and falling into one another.
They go back to Jake's hotel since he was alone, and spend the rest of their night lost in each other. Passing out soon after and then waking the following morning with confusion and uncertainty, surprised about what happened and how little they know about one another.
Bradley has new orders and cant imagine keeping this relationship (if you can call it that) going for very long, no matter how much of a connection they share. Jake is just about to go to flight school as well so he agrees to get their new marriage annulled, simple and easy.
They make fleeting promises to meet up again to have dinner some other time, but with no concrete planning the idea falls to the wayside as their lives take off in (slightly different but not that different) paths.
And its fine. Bradley sometimes thinks about his husband for a day Jake, who smiles with a cute head tilt and gentle green eyes, wicked sharp tongue and compact muscles. But its all just reminiscent. What're the chances he'd ever see him again anyway?
Then they get ordered to North island for the mission and Bradley wanders in to the bar and spots Jake, and god does he look good.
Bradley vows to get that dinner by the end of this assignment, so help him god.
