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hiiiii everyoneeeee

SO sorry i've been gone for so long - life got in the way, with work, my new baby nephew, etc. anyway, i'm back! hopefully consistently, like i was before lol.

i'm just now going through my messages and notifications, so give me some time to get through them all. i also plan on getting back into writing so hopefully there will be more chapters soon!

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squeals I’m so excited! I can’t wait to read more 😍

Thank you for the sneak peak 😘

Fortitude sneaky peak just for @gizmodear 😘

Jake

"So how do you know Piper, Seresin?" Admiral Kazansky asked when he confirmed I knew her.

"Well, as I'm sure you know I work closely with Fox, and I know she's very close to Ms. Kerner as well. We're casual acquaintances through Addison, and she's an incredible woman from what little interaction we've had combined with what I know of her professionally."

"At the suggestion of my daughter, I have an idea. You're the most successful and intelligent aviator in my squadron, don't tell Fox, and I think you could benefit from working at Archer for a little bit while while you rehab.  It'll keep your mind sharp and give her a little under the radar consulting until you get the all clear.  There is an extra layer to it though, given your aptitude for stealth and strike, she basically needs a body guard 24/7 until the cops can catch the guy who's been stalking and threatening her."

"Sir, there's someone stalking and threatening her?!" Admiral Kazansky nods in response before continuing.  "I wasn't lying when I said you'd be consulting for her R&D department, but what I really need is someone to be with her constantly, protect her, keep her safe...under the guise of you being her boyfriend."

[gizmodear]

I really can’t believe I’ve been on this hell site for 8 years

[gizmodear]

I love this so much 😍

hellooo!

i have a request - i’m obsessed with your writings (truly a god’s gift to this fandom) 🥹 i’m thinking grey’s anatomy inspired jake x (aviator)reader them having a conversation along the lines of ”stop looking at me like that” ”like what?” ”like you’ve seen me naked” after they hooked up and see each other at work or something ughh 🥵

hope all is well and that u have an amazing day <3

𝟖 𝐎'𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

"If you don't stop staring at me, I'm going to read you the entirety of Title IX on our lunch break."

"That sounds like more work for you," Jake says with a chuckle. He lets all his weight rest on his cocked hip, tutting. He's chewing on a tooth pick, watching your nose scrunch as you squint at the sun to watch them work on your jet. "Besides--what's the harm in me getting a good look at you?"

The sun beats down on your face as you stand on the tarmac before Jake. You're watching your jet get inspected, your helmet tucked under your arm, and Jake won't leave you alone. You can't say that you mind it all that much--but there are appearances to keep up around here, especially around the other flyboys that are horsing around further down the tarmac. You're not supposed to get along with Jake--no one is, really--and the way he's making googely-eyes at you is surely going to give everyone the opposite idea.

But you can't help the certain elation that captures your chest when you feel his aspen-colored eyes outline your form from the point of your jaw to the lift in your boots. Usually, it would be easier for you to effectively tell him to fuck off. After last night, though--things feel a bit muddled.

"The harm is that everyone's gonna know we fucked if you keep looking at me like that," you say curtly, taking a shuddering breath.

Jake barks out a laugh.

"Look at you like what?" He challenges.

You finally turn towards him, trying to maintain that sour look on your face.

Fuck, if he isn't a beautiful creature. He looks even more beautiful than he usually does, entirely sun kissed and proud as he stretches to his full height beside you. The tooth pick he's chewing is making his jaw flex so deliciously, the way you know it had when he was sucking mercilessly on your clit last night in the darkness of your bedroom.

And he is looking at your eyes, the way they dazzle in the unforgiving sunlight, the way you're frowning up at him even though he knows you don't want to. He's thinking about last night, too--of course he is. God, he doesn't know if he'll ever stop thinking about last night. The way your hips felt when they were flush against his, the way your warm walls squeezed him. He filled you up just right--both of you knew it.

The two of you even woke up together this morning--on accident, of course. You pretended not to be embarrassed as you hastily got dressed, but he couldn't help the ease and contentment he felt just from being in your presence so early in the morning. He loved how flustered you were as you tried to roll your eyes and groan through the whole morning-after thing. And he loved that you had little bits of mascara under your eyes and what your hair looked like in the morning--soft, very soft.

Your eyes widen and you poke him in the chest with an indignant pointer finger.

"Like that!" You hiss, locking your jaw. "Like you've seen me naked!"

Jake just grins--something in your chest softens. You fall back on your heels and think fuck. Last night definitely wasn't the last time despite what you told him when you woke up this morning.

"But, honey!" Jake says, stroking your cheek before you can dodge his touch. "I have seen you naked."

You all but growl--he keeps grinning, even pinching your cheek.

"I'm gonna shoot you down myself," you tell him. You turn, determined to have the last word. But then something--you're not sure if it's lust or affection or pity or insecurity or all of the above--stops you. You turn and look at him over your shoulder and he's still watching you, grinning. "Eight o'clock."

He salutes.

"Idiot," you call.

But as soon as your cheek is turned, you're smiling.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞!! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!! ��𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬!!

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When two waves collide at the perfect time of day

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Tag Game!

Rules: tag nine people you want to know better. thank you for tagging me @averagewriter-inthedark 🫶🏻

Last song: whiskey on you by Nate Smith

Last show: ncis hawaii

Currently watching: the fast and the furious

Currently reading: shockingly, nothing at the moment 🥴

Current obsessions: top gun & top gun maverick, Val Kilmer, Glen Powell, ncis universe, vikings, got & hotd, 1923 & the actor who plays Spencer in that show, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Tom Hiddleston

No pressure tags 💕 @lt-spork @boltgirl426 @sometimes-i-write-good @topgunruinedme @wkndwlff @yanna-banana @callsign-madusa @emorychase @anurst

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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

[gizmodear]

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Wish him luck

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top gun: maverick valentines, coyote edition

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Deranged crippled prince Pt.7

Deranged crippled prince master list.

Pairing: Ivar the boneless x F!Reader.

Summary: After trouble arises between Ivar and his brothers, Torjus stands up for his father and reveals just how much he idolized Ivar. You and Ivar get a suprise in the form of a redhead girl who has your son's heart.

Warning: Ivar being Ivar, come on...come on. Sigurd being an asshole.

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A year passed extremely quickly and now your daughter was already one year old. She was a busy child and kept both you and Ivar on your feet.

Torjus only grew more protective over his sister as she grew older and interacted with more people around her.

While you and Ivar often tried to talk to Torjus, his protective behavior never went away and you slowly started to accept it.

A part of you felt sorry for your daughter for when she grew older, as both her father and brother were extremely protective over her.

You walked into the great hall, a smile tugging at your lips when you saw Ivar sitting at one of the tables, his daughter on his lap and a map in front of him.

"There you two are." You called out, catching both's attention as you approached them. You gave Ivar a quick kiss before turning to your daughter."How is my little princess? Are you keeping your father company? You telling him all the secrets of England?"

"If the secrets involve a large amount of drool, then yes," Ivar replied as he pursued his lips, making you chuckle softly.

You sat down next to him, eyeing him as he took a deep breath, his jaw clenching as his gaze turned back to the map."Why do you look upset?" You asked as you reached out and placed your hand on the back of his neck.

"I am not upset." He muttered as he shook his head, his eyes never once lifting to meet your gaze.

You sighed softly as you discreetly rolled your eyes."What have your brothers done this time?" You asked, knowing only a few things could rile Ivar up this way, and his brothers were more often than not the cause.

"They think it is a mistake to sail to England to raid there this summer." He gritted out, his nostrils flaring and his lips pulling back into a snarl."They want to make peace with the Christians for a piece of land." He spoke mockingly.

"How many times have Vikings settled on their lands and how many of those Vikings are still alive today? Men, women, and children." You muttered, eyebrows furrowing as you shook your head.

"That is what I told them but they always think they know better." Ivar huffed as he ran a hand of frustration over his face.

"Because sometimes we do know better Ivar," Sigurd spoke up as he, Ubbe, and Hvitserk walked into the great hall, all staring at their youngest brother." Not all of us are crazy like you."

"I am not crazy." Ivar spat as he glared at Sigurd with warning in his eyes.

You reached out and took Ragna from his lap, protectively holding her close to your chest just in case Ivar decided to pick a fight with one of his brothers.

"Yes, you are," Sigurd argued as a scoff slipped from his lips.

"Do not speak to him like that," Torjus called out from the entrance of your chambers, pulling everyone's attention toward him.

"Torjus." You scolded your son as you turned to him with wide and stern eyes.

"No, they always look down on him." Torjus insisted as he approached you, pointing a finger at his uncles, a scowl on his face."He is one of the most famous Vikings, a son of Ragnar Lothbrok. He only puts the people of Kattegat first and wants to keep true to the Gods, that does not make him crazy." He rambled on in defense of Ivar, shocking all the adults except Ivar who looked more than proud.

"You would not know, would you?" Sigurd snapped at your son, quickly catching both your and Ivar's attention.

"Do not speak to my son that way, Sigurd," Ivar warned as he glared at Sigurd, making his brother quickly stumble away and back down

"None of you can be half the man he is." Torjus continued to speak rudely to his uncles as he pointed in Ivar's direction."That is why you're all scared of him."

"Torjus that is enough." You snapped as you turned to your son with a stern glare.

"No mother, it is the truth." He insisted as he shook his head."Ivar the boneless is one of the best men, Vikings, in our world." He said before turning to his uncles again."You can call him crazy, but at least he is not a trader who wants to break bread with Christians." He snapped at them before turning on his heels and storming back to the room.

Ivar watched Torjus leave with a smirk tugging on his lips, but you standing up with Ragna in your arms, caught his attention."Where are you going?" He asked as he raised his eyebrows at you.

"To talk to him." You explained as you nodded your head in the direction your son just left in.

"Why? He did nothing wrong." Ivar muttered as he shook his head, his gaze turning harsh toward you as he nodded to your chair."Sit back down, Y/n."

You stared at Ivar silently for a second before sitting down with a huff, furiously shaking your head.

Ubbe glanced between you and Ivar before his gaze settled on his brother."We do not want to break bread with the-"

"Leave, brothers." Ivar insisted as he spoke over Ubbe, holding a dismissive hand out to his brother."Before I lose my temper in front of my baby daughter."

Your gaze followed the three brothers as they all left furiously. You turned to Ivar, only to find him already looking at you with his cold eyes. You gulped down the saliva pooling in your mouth before you spoke up."He cannot speak to them like that, they are still his uncles and he needs to respect older people."

"Why? It is not like Sigurd respects him." Ivar snapped as his eyebrows furrowed, offended that you came up for his brothers and not Torjus."If he wants to speak his mind, he should be allowed to."

"Our children get too much right with you." You insisted as you shook your head, knowing Ivar could never find fault in anything his children did.

"How can I be upset with him after he just defended me?" Ivar asked, shrugging his shoulders as he quirked an eyebrow at you.

You scoffed, shaking your head again as you sat back in your chair."I swear that boy thinks you hung the moon and the stars."

"For him, I would." Ivar insisted as his gaze drifted toward the room your son was inside of.

Ivar of course got his way and the Vikings raided in England again. After a long few months, Ivar returned and all three of his brothers stayed behind as they wanted to make a settlement in England, and Ivar wanted no part in it.

You were walking around the great hall one afternoon, rocking your daughter to sleep in your arms.

"Y/n," Ivar called out as he leaned against the doors of the great hall, staring at something outside.

"Yes?" You called back as you glanced at him over your shoulder.

"Who is the girl with Torjus?" He asked you and within mere seconds you walked across the length of the room, peering over his shoulder to see your son sitting with a red-haired girl his age.

"I have no idea. I have not seen her before." You muttered, eyebrows furrowing and eyes squinting to get a better look at the two who had their backs mostly facing you."Are they holding hands?"

"I was going to ask if he made a new friend but I assume he has made more than just a friend," Ivar muttered as his eyes slightly widened and the corner of his lips tugged into a proud smile.

"He is only eleven years old, what does he know of such things?" You huffed as your gaze turned to Ivar.

"He is a Viking boy." He replied as he shrugged his shoulders, glancing at you over his shoulder, amused at Torjus's actions and your reaction.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowing and the movements of your arms rocking your daughter, stopping abruptly.

"That he knows much more than you'd think," Ivar explained before his gaze turned back to Torjus and the girl.

"Our son...has a girlfriend." You whispered, lips slightly parting in shock as your gaze turned back to them as well.

"It seems he does." Ivar agreed as he slowly nodded his head.

"You think he will introduce her to us?" You asked as you turned back to him, raising your eyebrows when he met your gaze.

He silently stared at you for a second before pouting out his lips."You don't think he is...ashamed of us?"

"What is there to be ashamed of?" You asked as you raised your eyebrows with a knowing look in your eyes before turning back to the two children."What do you think they are talking about?"

Ivar's eyes widened when Torjus stood up and turned around, heading straight for the great hall."He is coming over." He said as he nudged you back.

Ivar sat down by the table and picked up a cup of ale he had abandoned earlier, while you paced the room, focusing your attention on rocking your daughter to sleep.

When Torjus stepped into the room, both your and Ivar's attention turned to him, both of you biting back the grins you so desperately wanted to let out.

Torjus glanced between you and Ivar as his eyebrows slowly furrowed."Why are you two looking at me like that?" He asked softly.

"Nothing." You muttered as you shook your head.

"Who is your friend?" Ivar asked as he raised his eyebrows and you gave him a side eye before turning to your son with a curious look in your eyes.

Torjus sighed softly, wishing neither of you had seen him with the girl."Her name is Ylva." He said before walking toward the room.

You shared a confused look with Ivar before turning to your son."Is that all we get?" You asked.

"Yes." He called out before disappearing into the room.

That night a few people were gathered in the great hall, drinking and eating together with friendly conversations amongst themselves.

You were sitting by Ivar's side, feeding your daughter soup the thralls had prepared. You glanced at Ivar, noticing him staring at someone in the crowd."What are you staring at?" You asked.

"Torjus is with the girl again," Ivar informed you.

"Ylva?" You asked before following his gaze.

"Is there another girl?" He asked as he shot you a quick side eye, receiving an annoyed glare in return before both of you turned your attention to your son and the redhead girl.

"They are sitting very close together." You noted, softly gasping, your eyes widening when Torjus leaned over and pressed a chased kiss to Ylva's lips, both children turning shy immediately.

"Oh..." Ivar whispered as his gaze hesitantly turned to you, eyeing your reaction.

"He just kissed her." You whispered as your wide-eyed gaze turned to Ivar before an amused chuckle slipped from your lips."Our son has a girlfriend."

Both of you glanced back at the two children who looked over at you as well."Oh, they are looking," Ivar muttered as you both turned your attention away from them, looking at everything and everyone except them.

You glanced down at your daughter and gave her cheeks a soft squeeze."I hope you do not grow up as fast my little princess." You spoke softly before running a hand over her head.

"She will only marry the day I die." Ivar insisted as he reached a hand over, allowing his daughter to grab onto one of his fingers and bring it into her mouth, not caring for her spit. "And I am not planning on dying anytime soon."

"Don't worry my princess, your father tries to hide his soft spot for you, but I know." You whispered loud enough for Ivar to hear as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

It was a few days later when Torjus approached you in your room, looking nervous."Mother?" He called out hesitantly.

"Yes?" You asked as you gave him a quick glance over your shoulder before turning your attention to your mirror, fixing one of your braids.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked hesitantly again, fiddling with his hands as he looked everywhere in the room except at you.

"Of course, what is it?" You asked as you turned your full attention to him.

"Can I...get one of your jewelry pieces?" He asked as he walked closer to you, his eyes on the multiple boxes of jewelry you've collected through the years, most taken from England by Ivar.

"Why do you want my jewelry?" You asked as your eyebrows furrowed and you tilted your head to the side.

"I want to give something special to Ylva." He explained as he hesitantly met your gaze, already regretting his decision when a sly smirk tugged at your lips.

"Come sit here with me." You insisted as you patted the spot next to you on the big chair and he did. "Why do you want to give her something special?" You asked as you reached out to push his long hair out of his face

"Because I really like her, and she likes me as well." He explained, his eyes lighting up as he spoke of the girl. "She does not even care that my father is Ivar."

"Is she your girlfriend?" You asked as you quirked an eyebrow at him.

"I have not asked her yet, but I want to." He explained as he smiled shyly and lowered his gaze.

Your smile only grew as you patted his shoulder."You can have a look and pick something out you think she will like."

You helped him pick out a piece of jewelry, letting him take a necklace you did not care for. Mere seconds after he left your room, Ivar came in with confusion all over his face.

"Why did Torjus just walk out with one of your necklaces?" He asked as he approached you, eyeing the excitement bursting on your face as you turned to him.

"He is going to give it to Ylva." You explained as your smile grew to the point where your cheeks ached.

"Oh? They are together then?" He asked as he raised his eyebrows.

"Not yet." You replied as you shook your head.

"Not yet?" He repeated as his head tilted to the side.

"He wants to ask her." You explained as you got up from your chair and approached him.

"With a necklace from England's riches, the boy knows what he is doing." He insisted as he nodded his head, an impressed smile tugging at his lips. He went silent for a second as he stared at you."Do you want to go watch him give her the necklace?" He asked.

You were silent for a second as well before quickly nodding your head."Yes." You insisted, taking Ivar's free hand as you rushed out of the room and went searching for your son.

[gizmodear]

Puppy is one with nature

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Just think, a year ago we didn’t have Top Gun Maverick now look at us, whores 🤣

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Thank you for the reblog!

Coming Home

Post Top Gun: Maverick

6 months after the Uranium mission, the Navy needs the Daggers once again, except this time, there’s an addition - Naomi “Reaper” Kazansky, adopted daughter of Iceman, skilled naval aviator, and someone who has been through hell and back. Being included for this mission was something Naomi never expected - hell, she never expected to still be in the Navy after everything that happened. But here she was, the lone outsider to a squadron that was a family, attempting to prove to everyone else she’s more than her last name and prove to herself that she’s not that broken girl anymore. With the help of friends, new and old, her family, and maybe even Jake Seresin, she can leave the past behind her and finally come home.

Pairings: Jake Seresin x OC

TW: mature themes, swearing, mentions of scars and past injuries, mentions (no descriptions or anything happening currently) of abuse, some anxiety, and maybe some depression? fluff, angst, allusions to smut, military inaccuracies, typos, let me know if I missed anything

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - coming soon

Note: This is my first Top Gun fanfic, well tbh, first fanfic ever soooooo I hope it’s not terrible. Feedback is appreciated. Likes are great, but comments and reblogs are amazing!

This is cross-posted on AO3

I do not consent to have my works copied, posted anywhere else, yada yada yada. You know the drill.

[gizmodear]

My dad believed in you. I’m not gonna make the same mistake.

TOP GUN (1986) dir. Tony Scott TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022) dir. Joseph Kosinski