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[dizzybee03]

Something Sinful Happening on Sunday

A Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x OC (Ryan Reagan) story. #3 in the series

Warnings: slight smut (dry humping)

6 weeks, 42 days, 1008 hours, that's how much time had passed since Ryan and Beau’s first date. In that time the two had been together as much as they possibly could- between life as a police officer and Navy admiral that looked a little different for them than most couples.

 True to his word, Beau had been nothing but a gentleman and they had taken things slow and not rushed into having sex. Sure there had been lots of cuddling and making out like teenagers but there had also been many hours just spent talking until the wee hours of the morning.

Ryan’s work schedule was not normal and made it hard to plan normal dates since one week she may be off on Wednesday and Thursday while the next she may be off Friday and Saturday . Beau didn’t mind, he understood better than most what crazy schedules were like and was willing to meet up whenever Ryan was available. That meant the two met for lunch (almost everyday in fact) and a few evenings a week Beau drove to Ryan’s house to spend an hour or two with her after her shift. This week Beau had invited Ryan over on her Sunday off-he wanted to impress her with his culinary skills.

As Ryan pulled her 1970 black and gold El Camino into the driveway of Beau’s 2 story bungalow she felt the weight of the work week lift away. Work had been extra grueling this week and she was having a hard time shaking it. An evening with Beau was just what she needed though and she couldn't wait to get inside and be in his calming presence.

“Honey I’m home” Ryan said as she walked in the front door without knocking and closed it behind her.  “I’m in the kitchen '' Beau hollers in response. Ryan kicked her shoes off, placing them neatly under the bench in the entryway before heading towards the kitchen at the back of the house. Everything in Beau’s house had a place and Ryan tried to respect that when she was there.

“Smells heavenly in here” Ryan said, walking up behind Beau and wrapping her arms around his waist.  He turned around in her embrace kissing her softly on the lips before taking in her appearance. The circles under her eyes were dark and her small smile wasn’t quite as bright as it normally was when she said “try to ignore the fact that I look like a hot mess.  I had every intention of wearing something cute tonight but couldn’t find the energy to do more than throw my hair up and change into these old sweats.”

“Sweets you take my breath away no matter what you have on. Did you get your errands done this morning like you wanted?”

“No, not at all, I had every intention of getting up when my alarm went off and pretending to be a productive member of society but instead I slept until noon and then binged The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. I didn’t move off my couch until it was time to drag my lazy ass over here.”

“ I think you’re allowed to have a lazy day after the week you had. I know you're tired and stressed out.  Did you end up saying anything to Sgt Hollon about your concerns for Officer Roberts not being cut out for patrol?”

“I’m not sure she wanted to hear what I had to say but yeah I talked to her. I get that his dad is a big wig on the city council, but that shouldn’t matter when the kid continues to make big mistakes. I asked him twice last night if he had searched the suspect we were getting ready to transport to the jail. He told me twice that he had and yet when I searched the guy I found 2 crack rocks in the toe of his sock. Not to mention the fact that twice this week he failed to do an inspection of our squad car before our shift started….I’ve taught him to do this not only to CYA (Cover Your Ass) but for officer safety.  Luckily I didn’t trust that it had been done and went ahead to check the back seats. I’m glad I did too because someone had ditched a knife under the bench seat. It’s bordering on an officer safety issue. Not to mention the fact that he sucks at building rapport, can’t write a report to save his life and instead of de-escalating situations has a way of making them worse.  Last night  I thought about leaving my gear in the driveway and telling command to just come get it cause I quit.  Shit I’m sorry for just throwing that all at you.”

“Don’t apologize, that’s what I’m here for. Sometimes it helps to just get that stuff off your chest even if it just comes barreling out in a jumbled mess. ”Beau said while running his hands up and down Ryan's back.  I’m just sorry your week has been so stressful and that the department seems to be showing so much favoritism because this douchebag's dad is on the city council. Maybe…..”Beau started to say before being interrupted by Ryan’s mouth covering his own in a kiss that was meant to stop him from talking.

“I don’t really wanna talk about work anymore tonight” she said before kissing Beau again quickly.

He chuckled saying “what DO you wanna do then?”

“Well…..first I wanna eat whatever yummy goodness you’ve got in the oven and then I wanna cuddle up on the couch with you…….and maybe make out like horny teenagers”.

“It’s chicken parmigiana and garlic bread and you definitely make me feel like a horny teenager. I’ve taken more cold showers in the last month and a half than I care to admit” Beau said while fixing a plate of food and handing it to Ryan.

“I’d apologize but I’m really not sorry” Ryan said, smacking Beau’s ass before taking the food and sitting at the small table in the kitchen.  “How was golf with Solomon?” She asked.

“It was alright, like usual he kicked my ass. I’m honestly not sure why I keep agreeing to play with him. Sol wants to have you and I over for dinner with him and Muriel one night soon. I told him I’d talk with you and see what your next nights off looked like.”

The conversation continued to flow while they ate dinner and once the dinner mess had been cleaned up they settled in the living room. Beau turned the TV on changing it to the NFL RedZone channel saying “Chargers are playing the Steelers tonight, mind if we watch for a bit?”

“Nope, I don’t mind” the two spent the next half hour sitting side by side on Beau’s couch watching football. Ryan was absent-mindedly running her fingernails up and down Beau’s thigh. Twice Beau’s breath hitched as Ryan’s hand got dangerously high. Ryan shifted closer to Beau on the couch, his arm behind her back and his hand caressing the side of her breast. Silently Ryan turned and straddled Beau’s lap. Her hands went to his hair as she whispered “I’m gonna need you to kiss me.”

“I think I can handle that.” Beau said, his voice thick with lust. His hand that was  tangled in Ryan’s hair  pulled her head down so that their noses were touching, their lips seeking each other out in the most sensual kiss. It was as if their tongues were dancing the tango. The kiss was slow, but intense. Beau’s other hand was kneading Ryan’s firm ass. The sensation caused her to rock her hips back and forth. There was no denying how turned on they both were. Ryan could feel Beau’s impossibly hard erection underneath her as she continued to rock her clothed hips back and forth over Beau’s. Kissing down his chin and neck  Ryan moaned “God Beau I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it baby, you've got me close too” he said as the hand that had been on her ass came around and started palming her covered pussy. His thumb stroked her clit causing Ryan to rock her hips in a frenzied manner, Beau's own hips jerked up the faster that Ryan went bucking up one last time as he climaxed while Ryan leaned back slightly squeezing her covered breasts as she rode out her own high. Ryan slumped over Beau’s shoulder, tucking her head into the side of his neck chuckling. “What’s so funny?” Beau asked.

“Oh just the fact that it’s been long enough since I’ve had sex that you barely touched me and I came like it was my first time. Can you imagine how good it’s gonna be when we do this with our clothes off? God it’s almost sinful the way you make me feel.”

“Honey I think about it all the time. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go clean myself up and change my pants because you aren’t the only one that came like it was your first time.” Beau said, rising up from the couch.

“Don’t take too long Admiral, the football game is almost over and then it’s my turn to pick a show.” Ryan said, pinching Beau’s ass as he walked off towards his bedroom. “Aye aye ma’am” he said, giving her a mock salute.

Ryan settled back on the couch chuckling to herself “we are such horny teenagers.”

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[whiskeyswriting]

She Likes It

| For: @cycbaby |

| Song: She Likes It by Russell Dickerson and Jake Scott |

Mayor Beau Simpson. While he knew the job entailed caring for the needs of the town, Beau knew he would have the backing of the town to make improvements. Before he could do any changes, he first needed to sit for his official Mayor portrait. He knew he would already use his wife as his photographer. After the official mayoral photos were taken, he removed his tie and jacket and poured Robyn some tequila so they could have their own photo session.

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Cowboy AU 🏷️ List: @askmarinaandothers @bayisdying @breadsquash @callmemana @dragon-kazansky @callsignscupcake @callsignthirsty @cycbaby @luckyladycreator2 @gracespicybradshaw @mischief-siriusly-managed @starlit-epiphany @heyriojude

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

So I know we’ve kind of talked about the OC I made for Beau’s backstory, but can you help me flesh her out, please????

2, 3, 4, 8, 9, 11, and 14

okay after a bit of background discussion, i will try my best for the lovely Violet Miller

2. Who is the big spoon/Who is the little spoon?

Feels like it is Cyclone most of the time. He didn't have her and was acting a fool for a long time, so anytime he gets to hold her in his arms and remind himself that she's There is nice. But also it feels good to be held from time to time.

3. Who hogs the cover/Who loves to cuddle?

Okay Cyclone seems like the military kind of guy who has to be laying on his back to really sleep. Like he'll cuddle up until the point where he really needs to start trying to fall asleep, then he'll roll onto his back and sleep like a mummy lol and Violet unintentionally hogs the blankets. he's just so still and she rolls around a lot.

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

Cyclooooonnnneeee he gets up very early, and he just can't help but kiss her face when he wakes up, subsequently waking her up lol

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

Violet's got the pjs, Cyclone sleeps in his boxers.

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?

Cyclone usually makes the coffee since he's up before everyone else. But because of Violet they now have Very Fancy coffee. Like espresso machine, pour-overs, french press stuff. They buy their coffee from fancy shops and farmer's markets, they're always looking for new blends. Cyclone doesn't like tea. But Violet seems like the type to make an afternoon cup!

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?

I don't think either of them would be into horror movies. And Cyclone's guilty pleasure is a choice Julia Roberts' rom-com. Violet gets too distracted by the music, and if it's not good she just can't watch the movie lol

14. Who kills the spiders?

They both do. Neither of them seem like the type to shy away from a spider.

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[inkandarsenic]

Mav’s Daughter fic idea that I’ve been bullet pointing out in my notes app:

- 28 year old Naval Aviator Lieutenant Anna “Impulse” Mitchell is the product of a brief summer fling Mav had between deployments

- Her mom and Mav broke up when Mav deployed again, and her mom found out she was pregnant not long after.

- Mav did know about Anna and tried to be in her life for the first few years, but ultimately ended up putting all of his focus on Bradley and the Navy, and by the time she’s five, Anna just sort falls to the wayside. Mav sends Christmas and birthday cards for a few years after that but by the time she’s ten those stop too

- Anna’s mother moves them to Hawaii when Anna is seven because she gets a job at the Pearl Harbor base. Anna grows up surfing and sailing and learning to pilot, her first real job is at a helicopter tour company.

- After college, Anna follows her dad’s footsteps into the Navy’s aviation program, against her mother’s wishes.

- Her mom thinks Anna is chasing after the love and attention of a father who cares more for his job and another kid, and she thinks Anna is just going to get hurt

- Anna definitely takes after Mav in that she is a natural in the sky. She is referred to Top Gun by Cyclone, who was one of her instructors in the academy and sort of took on a fatherly role in her life. He knows she’s Mav’s kid and makes sure to let her know that Mav is teaching at Top Gun.

- Actually met Cyclone when she was 14 and her mom finally let her start learning to fly. Cyclone was stationed in Pearl Harbor and was kind of sweet on her mom so he offered to teach Anna how to pilot

- It irritates Mav to no end that someone else taught his kid how to fly and that Anna credits Cyclone for her ability to fly. He has no one to blame but himself.

- Maverick is not aware that his daughter is even in the navy, let alone top gun.

- He finds out when he and the Daggers are given the line up for the new top gun class.

- Rooster never met Anna and only knew that her mother had moved them to Hawaii and Mav didn’t get to see her very much

- Mav tries to talk to her about their relationship after classes one day, but it’s been 18 years since Anna’s even heard from him, so she shuts that shit down by only calling him captain Mitchell and telling him that she has no interest in anything but a professional work relationship

- She also doesn’t like Bradley much. She knows it’s not his fault but she feels like it’s unfair that he got Mav all to himself and feels however irrationally that he took her dad from her

- She gets along great with Phoenix and Bob and she and Payback bond over being from Hawaii.

- Her phones lockscreen is a picture of her, her mother, and cyclone at her college graduation. Mav sees it once and doesn’t know how to feel about it. (Or maybe it’s a picture she has in her jet? I don’t know for certain if that’s a thing)

- At the annual Navy gala, Cyclone asks Jake to accompany Anna, because her asshole ex-fiancée is going to be there and Cyclone doesn’t want her to be there alone

That’s kinda as far as I’ve gotten, but the Navy gala is like the beginning of Jake and Anna getting closer and eventually getting together.

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[jungle-angel]

Top Gun Maverick Moodboards

Beau “Cyclone” Simpson and June Kelly (OC; FC: January Jones)

Once I get you up there Where the air is rarefied We'll just glide Starry eyed Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so very near You might even hear A gang of angels cheer just because we're together

                                                    -------Frank Sinatra

June and Beau have both been together since his Top Gun Graduation. Mrs. Cyclone was particularly close with Carole and Goose and was also a strong influence on Bradley after both of his parents passed away. She’s the godmother of Maverick’s nephews that he and Penny adopted as their own and the rest of the Dagger Daughters, including her own, in the group absolutely love her. 

#top gun maverick #beau cyclone simpson #cyclone x oc #dagger squad #top gun maverick moodboards

[polikszena]

Title: Beginner friendly

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Characters: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, Maggie "Letdown" Miller(OC)

Relationships: Rooster x OC

Rating: General

Summary: One night at the club La Cubanita, Rooster spots an unexpected guest.

Notes: Okay, this is really random, because I wrote half of this on my way home from last week's dance party and finished it later. This is a small additional chapter to a Top Gun-fic of mine, For a little bit of sunshine.

Beginner friendly

"I've got you a drink. You looked like you'd need one," Rooster said when Maggie joined him at the bar. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips curled up and sweat was glowing on her collarbone. She was wearing a flowy blue top with a pair of skinny jeans and her dancing shoes.

"Thank you," she said, beaming at him.

"They're keeping you busy tonight," he stated.

"As expected," she said, "since I told my groups there would be more beginner friendly songs in this party. And beforehand I convinced Jackie to play more beginner friendly songs," she added, throwing a glance at the DJ. "At least they dare to ask me for a dance. Cheers," she raised her glass.

Rooster raised his own and they both drank while watching the couples on the dance floor until something made the aviator choke on his beer.

"Holy shit," he mumbled.

"What is it? A dreadful outfit?" Maggie wondered.

"Worse," he said, leaning forward to take a closer look. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him, and it was just a lookalike as he wasn't the only tall and well-built, dark-haired fifty-something in San Diego. But it was dedinitely him, dancing with a woman in a dress with printed roses on it. "Cyclone."

Surprisingly, Maggie's face lit up.

"Where?" she wondered, her eyes now searching for the vice admiral.

"Two o'clock, with the woman in a dress with roses," he told her.

"That's Mrs Cyclone," she said when she spotted them in the crowd.

Rooster nodded his head and they both started watching the older aviator. It felt so odd to see him like this: wearing his civilian clothes, in a club in San Diego, dancing salsa.

"He's a bit stiff, isn't he?" Rooster said as Cyclone led his wife back to the open position, concentrating to keep the beat. He could see his mouth moving as he was probably counting out loud: one, two, three, five, six seven.

"He's still a beginner" Maggie pointed out. "We've all been there."

"I know, but it's kind of nice to know that there is something I'm at a more advanced level than him," he admitted. "It's like finding out that your Math teacher roots for the same team as you and it makes you see him more like an actual human being."

"Or start doubting your sports choices," Maggie said.

"Or that."

About two songs later, Vice Admiral Beau "Cyclone" Simpson led his wife off the floor and when they spotted Maggie at the bar, they decided to join her. They didn't even seem to notice Rooster next to her. A grin broke out on the dance instructor's face, being genuinely happy to see them, but at the same time she felt a little awkward as in the class they were on a first name basis with everyone by default, while he was Rooster's superior.

"I'm so glad you could come!" she said, deciding not to say any names.

"Good evening, Sir," Rooster greeted him with a nod, and Maggie noticed that he had straightened his back a little more.

"Lieutenant," Cyclone turned to the aviator with a smile. "I didn't know you danced as well."

"For quite a few years now," Rooster said. "Although I havent' been doing it very often until recently," he added, throwing a glance at Maggie who smiled at him.

"Well, let me introduce you to my wife, Barbara," the vice admiral said. "Honey, this is Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, one of the aviators who succeeded in our latest mission."

"I've heard a lot about you," Mrs Cyclone smiled at the young man. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Actually, I came to ask Maggie for a dance," Cyclone said. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

"Not at all," Maggie said.

"In that case, may I have this dance?" the aviator asked, and when she said yes, he led her to the dance floor.

As much as he wanted to see Cyclone with Maggie, Rooster found it awkward to stay alone at the bar with the vice admiral's wife, so instead, he turned to her:

"May I, Mrs Simpson?" he asked, holding out his hand to her.

"Yes," the woman said, " and please, call me Barbara," she added as they walked to the dance floor.

Beau "Cyclone" Simpson was visibly nervous as they started to dance which surprised Maggie a little, knowing how confident the aviator was at his job, on the other hand, she knew how nerve-wracking it was for a beginner to ask the teacher for a dance. When they would have to lead steps to someone way more experienced than him and there would not be anyone to tell them what the next step would be. She tried to be at ease with him, pretending she hadn’t noticed his mistakes and just enjoying the dance, hoping that it would make him feel more relaxed. However, after he led her a perfect coca cola turn (something they learned in their last class), a wide grin broke out on Maggie’s face - she couldn’t help it. Seeing her changed expression, the aviator startled a little.

“Sorry if I messed it up,” he said.

“No, you didn’t,” Maggie assured him. “It was actually great. That’s why I was smiling.”

Poor man, she thought to herself, this must have been extremely hard for him. Not only dancing with his teacher as a beginner but having his subordinate witnessing all of it. It must have been excruciating for him. Still, he asked for a detailed review of his performance once the song ended. He came here to practice after all.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw is an amazing dancer,” Barbara Simpson told her husband when he and Maggie joined them at the bar. She was glowing, with an ear-to-ear smile on her face, just like any woman after a good dance.

“It seems you’re a man of many talents,” the vice admiral stated.

“And even more practice, Sir,” Rooster said. “Would you like to see it?”

Cyclone raised a brow at the question, but then he smiled and nodded his head.

“Sure.”

Then the mustached aviator turned to Maggie and asked her for a dance. He couldn’t hide his smug smile as he led her back to the floor, ready to show his superior how to dance salsa.

“For a moment I thought you’d ask him to dance,” Maggie admitted as they returned to the floor.

“I think he did, too,” Rooster said with a chuckle.

“Just don’t intimidate him too much,” she told him when they stood into position.

“Maybe a little bit,” Rooster said and began to lead.

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[deanscroissant]

Something Gained Series

Beau Simpson thought he would never fall in love again until a nurse crossed his path. He wants to take interest in her, but there’s one problem:

He’s married.

Warnings: Infidelity (DON’T DO IT), Sexual Content, 18+ (MINORS DNI), Violence, Angst, AFAB reader in mind, Age Gap (Cyclone is 50, reader is 30), Mentions of Miscarriage.

Parings/Characters: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x reader, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x OC! Rose Simpson, Dagger Squad

A/n: Hey hey! I finally did it. I’m starting my first cyclone series! Once I get a schedule going, I’ll definitely be posting the first chapter. If you like to be tagged, please let me know. 💜

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

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[sarahsmi13s]

This Is How It Feels

whumptober day 5: hostage / kidnapping / held at gunpoint

pairing: beau 'cyclone' simpson x daughter!reader

characters: beau simpson, y/n simpson, reagan simpson, ncis: new orleans team, the squad breifly, hayden and frankie, everett north (oc villian), cameron north (deceased)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, kidnapping, torture, guns, blood, waterboarding, loss of will to live, oc character death, revenge killing, if i missed any please tell me!

word count: ~3.2k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

also also, i do want to apologize for getting this up late got distracted while writing it so i finished it later than i had hoped

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: a parent's grief is strong and powerful and it can make you crazy, if the opportunity presents itself to get revenge... you take it

“Simpson!”

You turned at the call of your name, spotting your friends waving to you from the front of a bar. “C’mon! We’re starving!”

Shaking your head, you jogged over. “You two, my goodness,” you laughed before you all walked in. “Are you sure we can even eat here? It’s a bar.” “We’ve eaten at the Hard Deck before,” your friend, Hayden, said as she walked over to a table.

“Okay okay, you have a point there. Just don’t try anything stupid, we’re all repping the school, but I’m also repping the Navy and my dad. So if any of you try to pull-”

“Relax, Simpson, I left my fake ID in California,” Frankie, your best friend said as she nudged you playfully.

“Simpson?” 

You looked up to see an older gentleman standing there with an apron around his waist. 

“As in Beau Simpson?” He asked, looking over your face quizzically.

You nodded, “Yes sir, he’s my dad.” The man chuckled, “Yeah, I know your dad, grew up down the street from my mama. I’m sure he hasn’t talked about me much, I’m Dwayne Pride – folks around here call me King.”

“Oh! Yeah, Dad did tell me about you,” you said with a smile and stood up to shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.” Dwayne chuckled, “You can call me Dwayne…” He trailed off, brow arched as he silently prompted you to fill in the blank. “Y/N, I’m Y/N.” He smiled and nodded, “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You sat back down, but looked up at him. “Now, is your mama Reagan Autry?” You nodded, “Sure is!” He chuckles, “I knew they’d last. Anyhow, what can I get y’all to drink?”

Back in North Island, the squad was at Cyclone’s house for a little get together.

“Where’s Y/N?” Mav asked, sipping his drink as Beau sat down. “Oh her culture club is visiting New Orleans for Mardi Gras week,” Reagan said as she sat down on the arm on Beau’s chair.

“Now y’all are from NOLA, right?” Jake asked, relaxing back on the couch. They nodded, “Sure are. High school sweethearts at that.” He nodded, “That’s impressive.” “It is, because of all the hours and missed dates over the years because he’s such a hard worker,” she said, kissing the side of Beau’s head.

“I made up for it though,” he chuckled and squeezed her hip. “Yeah, you d-”

Reagan’s statement was cut off by Beau’s phone ringing.

He furrowed his brow and picked it up, checking the caller ID to see that it was Frankie.

“I better take this, excuse me,” he sat his drink down and stood before going out on the back patio.

He closed the door as he answered, “Frankie? What’s-” 

“Y/N’s been taken!” 

Beau froze, the breath being pulled from his lungs. “W-what?” Frankie was hyperventilating on the other end, “W-we were get-getting something fr-from the vending machine and-and-and some guy c-came up and t-took her. I tried to he-help b-but she-she told me to run.” 

Frankie sobbed, even though he couldn’t see her he knew she was pacing the hotel room 

“I-I’m sorry…” 

He had to remain calm, knowing that she would freak out if he did. “Frankie, Frankie, you need to breathe sweetheart. I know you’re scared, but I need you to listen to me. There’s a bar, it’s called the Tri-Tone, you need to go there and find Dwayne Pride.”

She sniffed, “W-Why Dwayne Pride?” “He’s an NCIS Agent, he’s the team leader down there and he can help.” She coughed a little, “O-okay…” He took a breath and glanced back inside, seeing his wife leaning on the wall and watching him carefully. “Frankie, I’ll try to be down there soon. Stay safe and be on alert.” “Y-yes sir.” 

He hung up and ran a hand over his face before turning to go back inside.

His eyes stayed on the floor as he closed the door behind him and leaned on it. “Beau… Honey, is everything okay? Is Y/N okay?” 

The concern in Reagan’s voice grabbed the squad’s attention and they looked over concerned.

“Uh.. She.. She was taken… Y/N and Frankie were getting something from the vending machine.. and–and some guy took her…” Beau looked up and met her eyes, tears filling his, “Someone took her…”

Reagan collapsed, Beau catching her just before she could hit the floor. “No! No! Not her, not our baby girl! Please,” she sobbed, her manicured nails biting at his shoulder as she clung to his shirt.

Beau couldn’t say anything as he held up his wife, trying to be strong for her and not break down in front of the squad.

But it was hard. 

I mean of course it was. 

You, his baby girl, in the hands of some stranger. It was his worst nightmare come to life.

Cold. Damp. Dark. 

Those were the words you would have used to describe the room you were in. The only light on in the room was a yellow bulb swinging in its cage above your head. The chill nipped at your exposed skin, having been stripped of the clothes you were in when you were taken. The room smelled of mildew, and you knew that any water ride you ever went on would remind you of this room.

Your arms were tied above your head, spread in a ‘Y’ to keep you from attempting to free yourself despite being in chains. Your bare feet scraped the rough concrete, your toenail polish being scraped off and leaving red, pink, and white streaks on the floor.

If you had to guess, you’d been there about 12 hours, if not a whole day.

The man that took you had only been in the room one other time and it was to tighten the gag in your mouth. It was a relief that was all, but you had a sinking gut feeling that he had something in store for you.

Your view of the room was awful, you could only see the staircase in front of you, the small window at the top of the wall letting in the moonlight and illuminating the assortment of instruments on the workbench underneath it. If there were worse things behind you, you couldn’t see it. But if what you could see was any indication, there was a reason you were here.

All you could do was pray that Frankie got help and that someone was on their way to save you.

“What do we know?” Dwayne asked as he came in, Beau and Reagan following behind him. “Any updates?” 

Chris and Tammy turned, heads tilted in confusion as to why they were there. But they continued when Pride nodded.

“We were just sent this photo anonymously, Patton’s tracing it now.” Sebastian put the photo on the plasma.

The photo was a newspaper being held by cracked manicured nails but the face in the background was too covered to be enhanced effectively. 

“However, there’s no way to determine-”

“That’s her,” Reagan spoke up, tears gathering in her eyes. “That’s my baby girl…” 

Dwayne looked from her and up to Beau, “Are you sure?” She nodded and held up her own hand, “We got a matching manicure before she left…” Reagan turned and sobbed into Beau’s shoulder.

“She was playing with her brothers when she was young and scraped her left hand on the brick wall, the scar never went away,” Beau added for more confirmation that the hand in the photo did belong to you.

Dwayne nodded, “Then there’s hope, it’s a proof of life photo.” 

All the Admiral could do was nod before holding his wife close and silently cry with her.

It had been 5 days since you had been abducted. 

5 agonizing days.

Beau was a wreck, he was falling apart with worry. With fear. Anything awful that came to Beau’s mind, it’s what they were doing to you. And it wasn’t getting better.

Because they hadn’t heard anything else from your abductor. Patton’s trace led them to a library computer, where they were able to obtain security footage but no one in the film looked suspicious. All the team could do was tell the library staff to keep a lookout for anything or anyone sketchy.

But other than that, they had nothing.

And they were running out of time.

“Please, stop!” You sobbed as the hot knife ran across your skin. 

The past four days have been non-stop pain. Even when you were given a break so your capture could do whatever, you were in pain. 

You felt like you had zero hope of getting out, of ever seeing your family again. You could only think of your dad, how he must feel. That he may never see you again, his only daughter, taken from him.

“No! He has to know the pain! The suffering I went through because of him!” 

Him.

That was all he ever referred to this mystery man as. Never said a name or anything other than ‘him’ or ‘he’.

“Who?! Who are you talking about?” You screamed before a fist collided with your stomach, the slick slap of his fist on your wet, bloody skin making you sick to your stomach. 

Your skin was littered with cuts, all ranging in depths and lengths but none deep enough to be immediately fatal. 

No.

It had to be slow.

Whomever this ‘he’ was had to experience the same pain your capture felt.

The man hit you again, smearing your own blood across your face and bruising your swollen skin. 

You cried out, begging for him to stop and to let you go as he walked away. Your voice was raw and broken, cracking as you desperately pleaded. 

“Let me go! Please! I just wanna go home…”

“My daughter never came home, why should I let his?” 

You blinked, not sure what he meant by that. 

“I’m sorry about your daughter… I am… but why inflict this on someone else? Why take someone else’s daughter away?”

He didn’t answer you and released the tension on your chains, sending you to your knees harshly and reopening the wounds on your knees. 

Grunting, he took long strides back over to you. 

You knew what he was after and you tried to crawl away, scraping your palms on the concrete. But you could only crawl so far and so fast. 

Your entire body throbbed and your blood made the floor slick. Your capture was faster than you were in your weak state. He grabbed your hair, yanked you back and grabbed you by the throat. Your yelp was cut short as he applied pressure, cutting off your air flow.

Weakly, you tried to claw at him, get him to let go, but he wouldn’t. He squeezed until your eyes rolled back and you passed out.

Beau paced the living room of his childhood home, waiting on Pride to arrive.

Dwayne had called, telling him they needed his help identifying a man and that they had a lead, a promising one.

He wasn’t given any other details, but even that was enough to give him some hope. It had been over a week, so this was gold to them.

The normally calm and collected admiral nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a knock at the door. He raced over and pulled it open, revealing the two agents behind it.

“King, Agent Gregorio,” he greeted, stepping to the side to let them both in. They nodded their thanks to him before they went to the kitchen.

“We’re gonna get right into this, Admiral, you and your wife have waited over a week for something like this,” Tammy said, with sympathy in her voice as she held the evidence bag and a printed photo up. 

Dwayne took the evidence bag, “This was in a book returned to the library early this morning.” He turned it to show the folded up notebook paper, the words, “FROM ONE FATHER TO ANOTHER THIS IS HOW IT FEELS” scrawled sloppily across the page in red ink and what looked to be blood droplets and a bloody fingerprint on the paper. 

“The blood is fresh, as old as this mornin’...” Beau didn’t have to ask, there was no other person whose blood it could be. But he needed the confirmation, no matter how sick it made him feel. “Is-Is it…” Both agents nodded, Tammy speaking, “Sebastian ran the print… it’s Y/N’s. The blood is her’s as well…”

Beau gripped the back of the chair to keep him from falling, Dwayne coming to his side to help him sit down.

“Do-do you know who sent it?” 

Tammy sat the photo down, “We were hoping you might.” He picked up the print and looked at it, recognizing the face instantly. “Yeah, yeah, that’s Everett North… His daughter, Cameron, was under my command a few years ago. She died on a mission.”

They nodded looking at each other, Tammy stepping out to call Chris and tell him to look up Cameron’s name. 

Beau runs a hand down his face, “He blames me for Forest’s death and is taking it out on my daughter…”

Everett sat in a chair, fiddling with a hose waiting for you to wake up. 

You were laying on the freezing floor, the only warmth being the pool of blood you were laying in. You weren’t sleeping so much as laying unconscious, passing out from the previous day's torment. You knew what today held, the same as yesterday. 

That’s what it was, a routine. Torture of all kinds day in and day out. Pain and suffering, that’s all it ever was.

You didn’t want to open your eyes, wake up to another day of this. You were sick, coughing and shivering as the cold basement plus your wet skin plagued you. Your wounds were infected. Your throat was raw from screaming, but Everett managed to pull them from you still. 

And you knew what was in store for you today… but keeping your eyes closed would only delay the inevitable.

You cracked your swollen eyes open, weakly trying to push yourself up. 

“They’re she is,” he gruffed out before getting up and turning the hose on. He puts his thumb over the opening on the hose, spraying you in the face with the freezing water. 

You could only weakly yelp before he was coming over and pulling you to your feet and dragging you to the table on the back wall.

“No, no, no, please, please don’t…” You protest weakly, still trying to fight him. 

“Stop fightin’, you know it's no use,” he said coldly before putting you on the table and strapping you down before running the cold water over your cuts and burns.

You whimpered, squirming to get away despite it being futile. 

He just laughed before covering your face with a towel and soaking it with the hose.

“Everett North, his daughter was Cameron North. Cameron was killed after her plane crashed and she was taken by the enemy. She was held and tortured for two weeks before her body was dumped back at the wreckage for search and rescue to find,” Gregorio started.

Chris was next, “After seeing her at the Tri-Tone and following her to her hotel, North abducted Y/N. She has been with him for a little over a week. But she isn’t trained like military personnel is, she’s only 18 and what Lieutenant North went through was intense and extensive. We don’t know if Y/N can handle it.”

“Okay, do we know where he lives?”

“Sebastian is–”

“I found it! I’ve got his address!” Sebastian shouted as he stood up.

With that the team jumped up and got their gear.

The moment the towel was yanked off your face you started coughing up the water you inhaled, lifting your head so you don’t choke on it again.

Everett started and ended with the same method. That's how you knew your day was over.

He unstrapped you from the table and watched you weakly roll until you fell onto the ground limply.

“Please… just kill me…” 

Your plea was weak as you continued to cough up water. You hated that you had gotten to that point so soon. That you could pull through for just a little longer. But you were in agony, body broken and bloody. You didn’t want your parents to see you like this.

“Oh no no no, your dad has to feel the same pain I felt.”

You look over your shoulder, “M-My dad? What did my dad do to you?” Everett reaches down and grabs your hair, pulling you up to your knees.

“He killed my daughter, I’m only returning the favor,” he hissed, yanking down to put you on your back.

You yelped, your head making contact with the ground. “My dad would never do that!” He kicked you across the face, “Shut up! You don’t know!”

You went to retort but you could hear movement upstairs.

And that’s when you felt your will to live enter your body again. 

“Help! I’m down here, help me!”

You could hear the flurry of footsteps to the basement door and Everett pulled you to your feet.

He held most of your weight and pointed a gun at your neck as the door flew open and agents ran down the stairs.

“Everett North! NCIS put your weapon down!”

“Come any closer and I’ll shoot her!”

Everything suddenly became blurry, the voices around you muddling together. You didn’t know exactly what was happening but you could only assume it was shock or your body finally letting go and relaxing because you had a chance of living.

But before you learned the answer, everything went black as a gunshot rang out.

The first thing you noticed as you woke up was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. Next was the fact that the lights were off. Then it was the weight of a large, calloused hand in yours.

“D-Daddy?” You rasped out, attempting to squeeze his hand. 

Beau’s head whipped up, “Oh, baby…” “Daddy, I-I’m so sorry,” you nearly sobbed out. “Shhh shh baby girl, no, it’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.”

All you could do was nod before you started coughing. 

He was quick to react, getting you a cup of water and offering it for you to take, afraid that if he tried to help he’d send you into a panic.

You take it and sip it carefully before giving it back to him. He grabbed your hand, “I’m so glad you’re okay, sweetheart. I’m so sorry this happened.” You shake your head, “Not your fault… he-he blamed you… but it’s not your fault.”

He smiled gently at you before pushing hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead and you sent him an identical smile. “What matters is that I’m okay… well that I will be okay.” He nodded and kissed your hand, “Yeah, you’re gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

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Swinging on a Saturday night

Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x OC Ryan Reagan story

It was hard to believe that a little over a week ago Beau and Ryan had been meeting for a drink at The Brass Bullet as "just friends" and tonight they had gone on a dinner date. Beau’s jaguar pulled into Ryan’s driveway and he got out to open the door for her.

“That may have been the best fettuccini Alfredo I’ve ever had! And that tiramisu was to die for! I’m gonna have to run 10 miles tomorrow to make up for eating it but, it was totally worth it” Ryan said. “It was pretty great wasn’t it. They make the pasta fresh daily. Solomon brought me there for lunch a few months ago and I can’t get enough of the place now ” Beau replied shutting the car door as Ryan got out.

“It’s still pretty early, want to come in for a drink" Ryan asked? “We can sit out back on my porch swing for a bit, unless you need to get home?"  “There’s no place else I’d rather be right now” Beau replied looking into Ryan’s eyes.  Ryan grabbed his hand and led him up the front path, stopping to unlock her front door.

“I’ve got some Sam Adams Octoberfest  or wine- I didn’t think to grab any whiskey when I was at the store this morning” Ryan told him as she walked back towards her kitchen kicking her high heels off as she went. Ryan’s home was a modest bungalow and while it wasn’t messy, it definitely looked lived in.There was a basket of laundry abandoned in the hallway, a lone running shoe just inside the kitchen doorway and a weeks worth of mail strewn on the kitchen counter.  “A Sam Adams would be fine” Beau said, glancing around while he rolled the sleeves of his button up shirt. Grabbing 2 beers from the fridge and the bottle opener out of a drawer Ryan led the way out the sliding door off the kitchen-. It opened up to a large porch that faced a spacious fenced in backyard.

“Have a seat” Ryan said motioning to a porch swing adorned with a padded cushion and comfy looking pillows…”I almost forgot the best part” Ryan told Beau, turning to plug in a cord. The back porch was instantly illuminated by several stands of white lights.  Beau patted the spot next to him as Ryan smiled and sat down. Beau casually draped his arm across the back of the swing, his fingers trailing softly over Ryan’s arm. She leaned into him as he tips her chin up- and brushes his lips over hers. Ryan deepens the kiss, her tongue l dancing along his bottom lip seeking entrance into his mouth. Beau’s hands are in her hair and Ryan lets out a quiet moan. She feels so good pressed against him but they have to break apart to catch their breath.

“I was thinking” Beau started, “maybe we should take things slow." 

“What do you mean?” 

“Look, maybe I’m old fashioned but I’m scared shitless that I’ll  ruin the best friendship I’ve got because we rushed into having sex. My biggest fear in life is that I end up alone because I had something great and let it slip through my fingers.”

Ryan took a drink before turning to Beau and saying “I get it, sex complicates things and we need to figure out what these feelings we have really are before going to the next level. And you are old fashioned but it’s one of the things I like about you.”

“What else do you like about me?” He asked, grinning .

“Well, let’s see- for starters I love that you’re  loyal. You didn’t have to start meeting me on Joe’s birthday every year but you did. You’re career oriented and even though you may pretend not to, you care about the people who work under you. I love your dry sense of humor. You're so sarcastic that sometimes you say something and don’t even realize how funny it really is. Hell, I even like the fact that you iron your jeans”

“I do NOT iron my jeans!”

Ryan laughed and threw her hands up saying “ok, ok- I mean it does look like you iron your jeans and you don’t get military style creases like that without ironing your jeans, but whatever you say” she said pointing to the front of Beau's dark washed pants.

He laughed, turning in the swing to face Ryan and said “ok, it’s my turn. I like how dependable you are. I know for a fact that it doesn’t matter who asks you for help, you're always willing to go the extra mile for them. I like the way you’re comfortable in your own skin. You can be just as comfortable makeup free  in jeans and t- shirts as you are wearing a ball gown with your hair up and high heels on. But what I think I like the most is that once you commit, you go all in. You don’t do anything half assed.”

“I just don’t want to disappoint you. What if you decide that you suddenly can’t stand the way I’m constantly running behind. Or what if you find out I’m really not good enough for you” Ryan whispered.

“That’s why we’re taking things slow….but you don’t need to worry about not being good enough for me. I think we balance each other out. I need someone to tell me it’s ok to occasionally wear the pair of jeans that have been laying onthe floor- that they don’t always need to be ironed”. He said with a smile.

“I KNEW IT!!!!!”

“But seriously I know I can be stuffy at times, it comes with being an admiral. I need you to tell me it’s ok to let loose now and then.”

“To taking it slow” Ryan said lifting her half empty beer bottle  towards Beau. “To taking to slow” he said, clinking his bottle to Ryan’s.

“I had fun tonight” she said “Yeah, me too. I’m hoping you’ll let me take you out again. There is a new little bistro I’ve been wanting to try.” Beau told her. “I’d love to! The next few days are pretty crazy for me though. I start training a new recruit at work Monday and will be working 6 nights in a row. I’ve heard this kid is pretty green, only he doesn’t realize it.  I’m honestly not looking forward to it. I’ve been thinking maybe I shouldn’t have turned down that opening for Sgt. Last year.  Then I wouldn’t have to train cocky new boots anymore.” Beau took a sip of his beer before replying “ You’re a great cop and you’ve got so much knowledge to pass on.   It must feel good knowing you’re teaching them how to be a good police officer.” Ryan just shrugged in response.

The two sat in comfortable silence, with Beau’s arm draped across Ryan’s back, swinging on the porch swing for what felt like an eternity.

“Gosh it’s after midnight, I really should head home”.  Beau stated looking at his watch but making no movements to get up.

“Yeah” Ryan replied contentedly as she continued to swing next to Beau. “Or you could always just sit next to me and swing for a little longer.”

And that’s what he did.

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I’m brand new to writing and wanted to thank everyone for reading! I’ve enjoyed writing for Beau and Ryan and plan to continue writing for them!!

-Thank you Donna for all your help 😘

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How They Met: Cyclone x Venom

Part of The Chaos Squad Fics | For: @cycbaby | Cover by: @callsign-dragonbaron

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They say things happen for a reason. Sometimes that reason is a chaotically effective naval instructor. After the uranium mission, Maverick stayed on as an instructor in Top Gun, much to the chagrin of Vice Admiral Simpson. 

Admiral Simpson would have to admit he was glad that Maverick had brought along a former student to keep him grounded, so to speak. He had yet to meet this former student that managed what nobody could. Not even Kazansky.

“Captain Mitchell… Brought you the reviewed mock reports that the students turned in,” his colleague Commander Robyn “Venom” Sullivan informed him.

“Thank you, V. Hey, do you have any plans for this weekend? Penny and I are planning a team-building BBQ for the new students, and from some of the Dagger Squad to come.”

“I’d love to go. Who else will be there?”

“A few of the Admirals… You know the Kazanskys, Hondo and his wife will be there. So will the Bradshaws and Garcia’s.”

Robyn thinks about it for a moment and then nods. “Sure, just let me know the time and what to bring.”

Mav smiles at his friend. “Just yourself and an empty stomach.”

Later at lunch that day, Mav ran into Cyclone. “Admiral. Penny and I want to have you over to meet the new team. It’ll be less dogfight football and more BBQ.”

Cyclone shakes his head and chuckles. “I still can’t believe your little game helped you and worked. When is the BBQ? I can make smoked ribs if you want also.”

While he still wasn’t very friendly and outgoing at Mav, after the uranium mission Cyclone did start to make more of an effort to get to know the Top Gun students in a more relaxed setting.

Mav agrees for Cyclone to bring the smoked ribs and asks if he could also bring some beers, to which Cyclone agrees.

The rest of the week passes by quickly and now the day of the BBQ is here. Penny had closed down the Hard Deck for the BBQ.

Robyn arrives first and is helping Penny set up the drink station outside. “If you ever quit the Navy, you’d make a great bartender and mixer,” Penny says.

“I only create these mixes for you Penny. I’m just in to for the free drinks,” Robyn teases.

“So that’s why you became my friend?” Penny asks teasingly in return.

“That’s why we all became your friends,” Mav says, hugging her from behind.

“That’s the kind of friends with benefits I’m looking for,” Robyn jokes.

Suddenly, a throat is being cleared behind her and the slightly older but still very attractive gentleman is trying to hide his smirk.

“Admiral! You made it! Well, since you’re here let me introduce you to my favorite former student and my right hand woman, Commander Robyn Sullivan. Call sign Venom.”

Robyn feels her cheeks flush slightly but she greets the Admiral.

“At ease Commander. I’m Admiral Beau Simpson. But you can call me Beau or by my call sign Cyclone,” the man says with just a hint of a rosy color to his cheeks.

Mav can’t believe his eyes and he turns to Penny who starts dragging him away before he can do any damage.

“Well Beau… What’s your poison?” Robyn asks as she starts to prepare him a drink. “You look like a bourbon kind of man.”

“Were you spying in my office drawers?” He teasingly asks with a wink.

“No… Admiral, I just know you already… Just from one look,” Venom replies as she hands him the Boulevardier she made for him. “Actually I did see a bottle one day when Mav and I went to drop off some files.”

Beau looks at her in confusion. “I would have recalled seeing you in my office.”

The air is crackling with the sexual tension between both of them. Venom admires and respects the man before her. He graduated top of his class, just like her. She’d be lying and blind if she said she didn’t think he was attractive. It was actually his age and how he carried himself that made him more attractive to her.

From his perspective, Cyclone has never met a woman that immediately grasped or understood his personality and way of flirting. He knew he was older than the woman before him but for the first time, he didn’t feel that hesitation that usually stopped him.

Beau starts drinking his drink while staring straight at Robyn’s eyes. “I can only assume you taste much better than this.”

Robyn feels the temperature rising and not just from the sun. “There’s only one way for you to find out… Admiral,” she says with a wink.

“How about we go for a drive once the BBQ is done?”

Venom leans in close to Cyclone, bringing her lips to his ear before giving it a little nip. “How about we drive to your office and get better acquainted there?” she whispers before leaning back.

Both their eyes never leave the others’ as more people arrive. When Beau spots an opportunity to leave early without detection he uses it to their advantage.

And so their passionate relationship starts. Beau will just never admit he’s thankful to Mav for introducing him to the love of his life.

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💍

a marriage headcanon, Cyclone/Single Mom coming back for round 2!

Neither of them have ever been married before, and they're both older (Beau is still a few years older than her, granted), so they discuss pretty thoroughly taking that next step - if they even wanted to. But in the end, I think they would get married. It's nothing fancy or big. Just a simple little backyard wedding. And Beau definitely asks Single Mom and Baby Girl both when he proposes.

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From Hell || A Top Gun!Secret Agents AU

Next part

Pairing: Pete Mitchell x Villain!reader [no Y/N, callsign Hell]

Jake Seresin x Villain!Reader

Dagger Squad x Villain!/Reader (platonic)

Summary: The U.S. Department of Defense hired Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and his young aviators to form the DAGGERS: a squad of deadly secret agents. One day, they are called for a special mission: a crimelord called Wolfman stole the plans of a new generation of nuclear weapons. Unfortunately, no one ever managed to catch this sadistic criminal. Their only hope lies in a former assassin Captain Mitchell threw in jail years ago. Who is that girl? No one knows her identity or her past.  All they know is that she worked for Wolfman and is a fearful and remorseless killer. Some called her Death. Others called her Fate. But most people call her Hellhound. 

A brute from hell, coming to devour them.

Theme song: Demon in a Bottle - Neon Nash

Notes: This is a +18 story. It contains extreme violence, mention of torture, dark themes, and sexual scenes. MINORS DNI!

admittedly, Hell is more an OC than reader, but hope you'll still enjoy the ride. Let's say she's your evil counterpart!

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PROLOGUE || Demon in a Bottle

“Shit, Cyclone. You can’t ask me that.”

“I’m sorry Maverick. I am pretty sure you know we don’t have any other choice left. She is our only hope to arrest Wolfman.” 

Captain Mitchell was pacing back and forth in the office, as a lion trapped in a cage. He pinched the bridge of his nose, plagued by a incipient headache. How could Beau Simpson dare to suggest such a solution? He understood that his team’s situation was a delicate issue; and he also understood that the Government grew more impatient days after day, but accepting this offer was not a rational decision. It was far too dangerous, even for Pete Mitchell himself. He looked up to stare at Beau Simpson and slowly shook his head from left to right, rejecting the idea.

“She’s extremely dangerous, and you know it. Besides, she is mentally unstable. She could snap at us any time.” He insisted.

His emerald eyes dived into Cyclone’s, silently begging him to change his mind. He who, since Lieutenant Nick “Goose” Bradshaw’s death, remained unmoved by stressful situations was nervously scratching his neck. The admiral had never seen Maverick so anxious. Such behavior was suspicious - he was hiding something. Cyclone straightened his back and furrowed his brows.

“Maverick. Something happened with her, am I right?” 

“Why don’t you read the folder you have between your hands instead of asking?” Pete retorted in a calm voice, then he looked away to stare at an invisible spot on the wall.

Cyclone’s fingers were absent-mindedly caressing the folder’s black cover. The word “CONFIDENTIAL” had been written on it with a thick red marker pen: “I could open it and read its content, it’s true. Yet, I’d rather know your side of the story before discovering what is written inside this criminal records.” 

Pete took a deep breath through his nose, taking advantage of this short period to organize his next words properly. Then, his focus shifted back on Cyclone: “I threw her in jail.” 

“Care to explain?” Cyclone frowned, surprised.  How could he, a naval aviator, could be responsible for her arrest? 

“Do you remember when I was in Afghanistan and then in Iraq? I lied. I was there, but not to do my job as a pilot. It was there that the Government started to train me as a secret service agent. When I came back to Top Gun as an instructor I hadn’t been called for a while.”

“And what’s the link between you and her?” 

“Well, a few years ago the Government sent me to Serbia for a spying mission. I had to collect precise information to stop a case of human trafficking. And I came across her. To be true, she came across me first.” Captain Mitchell clenched his jaws.

“And what happened next?” 

“Someone had hired her to kill me. I managed to escape each of her murder attempts but it lasted a while. We were playing cat and mouse for months before I could arrest her. She had been sent in a secreet maximum-security prison. After these events, I never heard from her again.” 

“Well, shit.” Cyclone could not hold it anymore, shaken by such a revelation.

He understood Maverick's reluctance better now that he knew the whole story that linked him to the prisoner. The rest of the mission was going to be difficult. The admiral sighed and opened up the folder to discover the criminal record of the assassin. His eyebrows frowned more and more as he read the different papers.  Two short minutes passed before Cyclone spoke again.

“Abductions,  alleged torture and acts of barbarism, murders… She even killed a pimp by unleashing starving dogs at him. What a psycho.” Cyclone pulled himself together, “ Your so-called friend is no angel. I do understand your reluctance to work with her. Tell me, do you know something else about her? At least her real name?”  

“People call her Hellhound. Hell, for short. That’s all I know.” 

Pete nervously pressed his hand over his right side, where lied the scar the woman had left when she stabbed him. He still remembered the sadistic sparkles that had shone in her odd pink eyes when her blade had pierced his flesh, right under the white fabric of his shirt. Her psychotic and sinister laughter still echoed in his most recent nightmares.

“I do understand your feeling, you have to believe me. I really do. But I cannot go against this order. It comes from the Government. I am really sorry. Now listen up: a car will drive you to the prison. As for the DAGGERS, I will talk to them in person as soon as you leave.” 

“It can’t be real.” Pete whispered to himself, pressing his hand on his forehead.

This whole situation could not be real. He would probably wake up in his bed safe and sound, wouldn’t he? Yet, Maverick did not manage to wake up from this terrible nightmare even after gathering all his willpower. The Government left him no other choice than working with the killer who had tried to murder him so many times. Captain Mitchell simply nodded and left Cyclone’s office, frustrated. When he came out of the building, he could indeed notice that a car was waiting for him right in front of the entrance .It was a large black sedan with tinted windows, the kind of car he had only seen in movies before working as a spy. He sighed and sat on the backseat.

“Hey Mav’? Don’t worry, everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Hm.”

Pete was watching the landscape go by through the car’s window. He tried to allow himself a bit of rest, lulled by the engine’s purrs but the mere idea of facing Hell sent shivers down his spine. He did not remember her face quite clearly, but the souvenir of her bright pink irises had never left his mind. He felt like he could spot them in every dark corner that the car passed by. His survival instinct was whispering him that she was there, lurking in the shadows and ready to pounce on him. Maverick glanced behind him in a reflex he could not control. He knew it was stupid, but the urge had been stronger than his rational mind. The car stopped, causing Pete to tense. He stayed on the backseat for a while, eyes shut. He was trying hard to channel his emotions. Maverick opened his magnificent green eyes again: his soft features had turned to stone. His face adorned a severe look. He got out of the car, standing upright with all his height. He raised his head towards the titanic grey building that was facing him.

“Blackhood maximum-security prison.”  He muttered to himself.

Maverick took another deep breath and headed to the door.

He was ready to face the demon that had been haunting him for years.

•─────⋅♢ ♢⋅─────•

You opened your eyes, upset by a strange and sudden feeling.

Your bright pink eyes carefully observed your surrounding, bathed in twilight. You were looking for the source of disturbance that had disrupted your meditation, but nothing seemed unusual. You snort, amused. They had left you to rot in this cage for so long that your brain was probably trying to create its own distractions.

You were hanging upside-down in your cage, just like a gigantic bat. Your knees were firmly locked around the upper bars. Your long and entangled blonde mane swayed in thin air with each of your movements. Then, you frowned.

No, it was not your erratic brain. You did hear something.

The noise was footsteps coming closer.

Was it the guards?

You shivered. Damn guards, only coming to force-feed you or to wash you with an ice cold water of a hosepipe.

No, it was not the guards. Usually, they would make far more noise. 

A carnivorous smile stretched your chapped lips. You could not tell what was coming but you felt a surge of excitement. 

•─────⋅♢ ♢⋅─────•

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here" William Shakespeare.

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dawnbringer pt. 4|| bradley “rooster” bradshaw x metcalf!reader (oc!reader)

part 4 (out of ideal 10) → part 1 → part 2 → part 3 → part 5

pairing : bradley "rooster" bradshaw x female oc metcalf!reader

a/n ⋯ part four! if you couldn't tell already, this isss a slowburn fic. trust me, we will get there in the end! oc belongs to me, and original story had been MODIFIED to fit a new character.

overview ⋯ elizabeth "sunshine" metcalf, granddaughter of mike "viper" metcalf, has been called back to top gun. she's found out that other graduates are returning too, including bradley. her heart is on fire.

warnings (for future, not much happens in this one yet) ⋯ TOP GUN MAVERICK SPOILERS. sexism (minor, will be warnings), sexual innuendos, minor stalker mentions, flirting, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, cursing, eventual smut, 18+. minors dni.

wc; 6.5k, not proofread!

“Attention on deck!”

The Captain’s voice broke through the hangar that the Top Gun graduates sat in. It was a ripe eight in the morning; green flight suits, personalized patches, and steel-tipped shoes. The Lieutenants had cleaned themselves up from the previous night. Elizabeth’s red locks had been tamed to a sleek bun, bobby pins poking at her scalp to hold in the loose bangs that fell down. A black watch was on her wrist, a predated gift from her grandfather. It held meaning for her, she almost never flew without it. 

The Lieutenants stood straight in response to the Captain’s voice, arms against their thighs and toes parallel to one another. Chins were pointed high, heads not wavering at the slightest movements. Many forget that Top Gun graduates are soldiers as well as aviators. Sure, flying around in F-A/18’s is fun, but at the end of the day they wore their golden wings with pride and honor. Bootcamp was no joke either— every military branch was infamous for its rigorous training courses and the Navy was no exception to this. Elizabeth thought for a moment when in training that she wouldn’t make it, but all she thought about was the outcome. She kept going and sure enough, she made it through. 

Admiral Soloman “Warlock” Bates came up to the wooden podium. His tan uniform decorated with the dual admiral stars on his collar didn’t miss Elizabeth’s watchful eye. Both he, and Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson had been the commanding officers and Air-bosses over the Fightertown base for some time now. They had been there when Elizabeth completed her Top Gun class. 

“Good morning,” Warlock spoke into the microphone, leaning against the podium. The hangar was incredibly spacious; an American flag had been hung behind him as a decorative background, other fighter planes in the shop waiting to be fixed sat behind him, and wooden desks were placed in a dual column with each other for the graduates. There were two at a table. “You may be seated.” 

Without hesitation, they all sat in synchronization. Elizabeth sat in the second row beside Bob, herself closer to the aisle. Phoenix sat at the table adjacent to theirs, Hangman in the front row beside Coyote, Payback and Fanboy in front of Elizabeth and Bob. Harvard, Yale, Omaha, and Fritz sat at the back. 

Rooster sat at the desk behind Elizabeth’s. 

“Welcome to your special training detachment,” The Admiral would continue to discuss exploits of who would be teaching them. Elizabeth turned her head to the side as she listened, leaning back into the fold-out metal chair that pricked her spine in odd ways. Her head felt the same, a slight pain at her temples from the previous night of drinking. She had spent the night laughing away with Bob and making fun of his silly glasses and, truthfully, bonding. 

He had the capability to make her laugh. It was true that Elizabeth could get along with anyone, no doubt in that, however it was the difference that she wanted to be around him. He had a presence that reflected one of her own: full of sunshine. To be frank, her light had been dimmed due to the arrival of…someone, so her callsign had been rather redundant. 

“His exploits are legendary,” Warlock continued, looking back towards the hangar. Elizabeth’s head turned to follow it, seeing the man who was following his gaze. “Captain Pete Mitchell,” 

No fucking way.

“Callsign: Maverick.” Warlock stepped away from the podium, his head nodding in respect towards the Captain as he took his place. Elizabeth turned her head towards Natasha, her eyebrows lifting upward, then motioning towards the Captain.

She returned the same motion, leaning back in her chair with outstretched legs. The Lieutenant shrugged her shoulders. 

Elizabeth looked to Bob, who met her stare in return, looking just as confused as she did. The ones who didn’t look happy were Payback, Coyote, and Hangman. They looked awkward, bothered by his presence. 

To respond to her confusion, Bob whispered into her ear, “Pretty sure they dragged him out of the bar last night.” Oh. He was the one who was thrown overboard. That makes a lot of sense. The three Lieutenants were the ones who grabbed his arms and legs and threw him out…

Not exactly a good first impression.

Elizabeth flashed a smile towards Bob, he returned it before she looked downward to wipe the smugness off her face. Finally, some karma that smacked Hangman in the face. He needed to be leveled out, and Elizabeth could only pray that Maverick could knock some sense into him. She knew him distantly, but mostly heard stories of his reckless flying style. His old man had flown with her grandfather, Viper, so there was that connection. Maverick had been from a line of reckless flyers and was met with the strategic and methodical tactics that Viper brought to the table. Elizabeth only hoped to reflect that same mastery in her own flying; she’s been perfecting it for years. 

“Morning,” Maverick gave a curt nod, a sheepish smile on his face as he nodded towards the men who threw him out of the bar the previous night. They returned the gesture, awkwardly glancing at him, gulping in response. Maverick’s ego bolstered, realizing that he had control over the outcome of these Lieutenants' success. 

Elizabeth swore she heard a grumble from behind her. Her head pivoted, only slightly to avoid drawing attention to herself. Rooster was behind her, leaned over the desk to avoid eye contact with the Captain. His large hands were intertwined with each other, tapping quietly against the wooden desks. Her eyes caught on them, then to his hazel hues. His tapping stopped and he met her gaze. She hadn’t realized her face had morphed into one of concern, green eyes littered with stars and eyebrows turning inward as if she wanted to ask if he was alright. 

She turned away before the words would incessantly spill from her lips. Her face heated as she could feel the burn of his eyes in the back of her head, yet she resisted to turn back again. 

“The F-A/18 NATOPS,” Maverick raised the flight manual to display it to the pilots. He smacked the top of the book which ricocheted off the mic, bouncing off the walls of the hangar. “Tells you everything you need to know about your aircraft.” Where was Maverick going with this? The Top Gun graduates should know the book extremely well, if not memorized. They had to take a test of over a hundred questions before even stepping into an F-A/18. “I assume you know the book front to back.” Was Maverick’s question rhetorical? Elizabeth didn’t know. 

A follow-up of “Damn right,” and “Damn straight,” came from Hangman, Payback, and Coyote. Cocky bastards.

The following action surprised Elizabeth. It had her sit up in her seat.

Maverick threw the manual in the trash. A large ‘thump’ followed after the pages scraped the bottom of the black, plastic trash can beside the podium.

Shit was getting real.

“So does your enemy.” Maverick stated, hands gripping the edges of the podium as he leaned down to speak into the microphone. Payback shifted in his chair the most, uncomfortably looking around him to see everyone else’s reaction. Fanboy inhaled sharply. Hangman fiddled with the toothpick in his mouth. Coyote held his head down. Phoenix chuckled once, clearly impressed with Mavericks display. Elizabeth had to admit, she was impressed too. Bob didn’t move a muscle, almost like he was too afraid to. 

“And we’re off.” A man with dark skin and a round build that stood beside Cyclone said. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at his name patch. Hondo. She hadn’t met him before, and wondered what his role would be. He didn’t get a formal introduction like Maverick did.

“Today,” Maverick said, pausing slightly for suspense. “You’ll work together as a team in a dogfight simulation.” The pilots began to look around at each other, wondering who their wingmen would be. “And show me what you’re made of.”

Elizabeth and Bob looked at each other, before they were off to the runway. 

—☼—

Elizabeth had her g-suit on, topped with her gold-rimmed aviators. The rig was close to being 15 pounds, but after all the time spent the pilots wore it, it was barely noticeable. 

She was fiddling with the wiring of the landing gear, reconnecting wires that had gotten loose. “Bob, pass me wire cutters please.” She’d ask, holding out her gloved hand, awaiting the pressure of the tool. After a moment of scurrying, the red-gripped cutters were handed to her with a smooth movement. “Thanks,” Elizabeth offered her back seatter a small smile. 

He nodded in acknowledgement, standing up from being on his knees. Bob’s hands clapped together, swiping against their surfaces to wipe off any debris they gathered from the ground. “Do y’know Maverick? Personally?” His attuned southern accent curved his sentences. 

Liz hummed in response, cutting a piece of excess wire that had been stuttering the connection of the gear. “Mmm. He’s a family friend,” she’d look up to Bob, but her attention was caught elsewhere. The reflection of sunlight was hindered by the frames of her glasses, allowing her vision to focus.

Rooster had his back turned towards the planes, speaking to Maverick. Bradley’s posture was rigid, straight up as he looked over Maverick’s head. He was so tall. However, he looked like he was looking over him on purpose as the Captain tried to get his attention. When their conversation ceased, Bradley kept his eye on Maverick as he pivoted, holding his helmet to his side. 

Bob had followed her eye. She saw it from her peripheral. 

Phoenix’s plane was beside theirs. She peeked out from the underside of the wing. “What was that all about?” 

Hangman caught wind of their words, his plane on the opposite side of Elizabeth’s. “Seems like there’s trouble in Roosterville.” He laughed at his own joke, and Elizabeth merely rolled her eyes. Bob opened his mouth to speak.

“You know, Hangman, if you just—”

“Bob, don’t.” Elizabeth stood up from her squat, walking towards him to shove the wire cutters against his chest. “It’s not worth it.” Bob nodded, sucking on the inside of his cheek in flushed embarrassment. That’s something that she noticed about him— he listened so easily. It made things easier for her as a pilot, but became irritating when it came to socializing. She brushed it off, beginning the final touches of tidying up her F-A/18. Bob and Liz weren’t going up first. Payback and Fanboy, and Rooster were, so they had more time to adjust their settings. Elizabeth ran her hand along the lettering on the pilots side, the engraved LT Elizabeth Sunshine Metcalf putting a smile on her face. She’d fought a lot of stereotypes to end up where she was, including Hangman, and knew damn well she deserved it. 

“We should head back to the flight deck,” Bob said, brushing past Liz. He turned around, walking backwards to face her, “Runways need to be cleared.” She nodded, skipping towards him. 

Phoenix joined at her side, bumping her shoulder with hers. “Nervous?” She’d ask. They continued walking towards the flight observatory as she contemplated her answer. 

“Maybe a little bit,” She’d say, looking over her shoulder to the left. It was only for a moment, but her eyes gravitated towards Rooster, who held his hand up, cupping the nose of the plane. He wore his aviators which framed his sharpened face well, accentuating the tenure of his mustache. She swore it was only for a moment, but Phoenix cleared her throat. 

“Have you talked to him?” She’d ask. Elizabeth whipped her head around to look at her, acting confused. 

“Who?” It was a stupid excuse. Phoenix smacked her shoulder, causing Elizabeth to hiss, her hand coming around to rub the area that now burned. It was worth a shot to not give Phoenix the apathy that she was right. 

The female pilot rolled her eyes. “Don’t play dumb. Anyone who didn’t notice you two eyeballing each other for the past 48 hours is a dunce.” Elizabeth’s face went red as she looked away from Phoenix to the paved runway at their feet. The stairs to the flight observatory were just up ahead. “Look— you two are the best pilots here. But if you keep dicking it out like how you are…” She didn’t finish her sentence, trailing off. Phoenix didn’t need to fill in the blanks, Elizabeth could do that herself.

There was no doubt that Rooster and Elizabeth flew well together. That’s what drew them together in the first place.

Many referred to how they flew as a dance. A beautiful skydance modified to a symphony. He always had her back, and she always had his. They were a menacing, and indomitable force in the air, but she refused to fly with him ever again after their incident a year ago. 

Elizabeth stayed quiet. 

“I’m not saying you should talk to him—” Phoenix started, her hands coming up in a motion to accentuate her words.

“No.” Sunshine’s voice was firm. 

“Liz—” Phoenix relented, sighing.

“No, Nat. I can’t—” Elizabeth was getting frustrated, not being able to spit the words out that she wanted to say. They reached the stairs and climbed upward. “I can’t forgive him. Not yet.” Phoenix didn’t speak for a moment, pausing as they reached the metal door that blocked them from the inner workings of the flight observatory deck. Elizabeth looked at her solemnly, apologetically so, afraid that her friend may have been mad at her. 

“Okay.” She said, then repeated herself. “Okay. But—” She opened the door, allowing Sunshine to go in first. She did, continuing to listen to her. “At least try. If not for yourself, think of the state of the mission.” Elizabeth thought that Natasha was associating her with being selfish of a sort, but she knew that her best friend wouldn’t do such a thing. When it came to Rooster, though, things changed. Elizabeth hadn’t ever had an “enemy” or held such a grudge, so Phoenix didn’t know how she dealt with such issues. She was always a sunny ray of happiness, never bothered by anything. Hangman’s comments were one thing, but she could handle him pretty well. If she could handle that, she might as well be ready to take on the whole damn world.

Bob followed the two female pilots, talking incoherently with Coyote. Hangman wasn’t far behind. Omaha, Yale, Harvard, and Fritz were occupying the couches on the deck, conversing amongst each other. Hangman joined them, Coyote and Bob migrating towards their direction. Elizabeth and Phoenix stayed shoulder to shoulder, leaning over the counter where a radio sat. It was the radio connected to their ESET, allowing them to peek into the communications of the pilots.

Elizabeth took a stool, Phoenix taking the other. Their hands rested on the countertop, patiently awaiting the details. The flight operator approved of their take off, so it should be any minute now that they start hearing the bickering between pilots. 

Payback and Fanboy were flying together, Rooster as their wingman. Elizabeth gnawed at the inside of her cheek, Phoenix tapped her foot impatiently. She was anxious, too. 

Maverick’s voice came over the intercom. 

“Good morning, aviators.” He seemed enthusiastic. “Welcome to basic flight training. First task, dogfighting.” She could hear Payback and Fanboys hollers in response. “Your task is to work as a team to shoot me down. No missiles, guns only.” 

“And if we don’t?” Payback's voice rang through the mic, choppy but still audible.

“I shoot back.” Maverick’s line was short and cocky.

“Why don’t we put some skin in the game, sir?” Payback replied, clearly alluding to something more. This caught Maverick’s attention, no less. 

“What do you have in mind, gentlemen?” 

“First one to get shot down has to do 200 pushups.” Fanboy chuckled in the background as Payback stated his terms. Elizabeth and Phoenix looked up to each other, mouthing the number back to one another. 200 was a lot of pushups.

“Guys, that’s a lot of pushups.” Came Maverick’s response.

“Well, they don’t call it an exercise for nothin’, sir.” Fanboy’s retort was playful and airy. Elizabeth could imagine him saying it as if he were in front of her at this very moment. 

“Alright. Fight’s on.” Maverick agreed to the terms.

Yet, those pilots damn wish they didn’t. 

“Fanboy, you see him?” Rooster spoke, for the first time if Elizabeth could remember, since the exercise started.

“Negative. He must be somewhere behind us.” 

That wasn’t true, clearly.

Curses came through the radio, shock and abrasiveness devout in their response. Elizabeth’s mouth fell open as she laughed, looking at Phoenix. Her response mirrored hers. 

The other pilots gathered around, too. Bob stood behind Elizabeth. Coyote and Hangman beside Phoenix. They all looked amongst each other, weary expressions of humor plastered across them. They didn’t know if they should be laughing, or be concerned. 

Maverick had closed in on Payback’s tail, the pilot yelling for his wingman. Rooster responded eagerly, diving in for a rescue. 

Maverick remarked that it would cost him, and sure enough, it did. 

Liz caught Rooster’s growl of a tone, criticizing the Captain. She was shocked, unaware of where the aggression had come from. The two went head to head in a dogfight of their own before Rooster hit the hard deck. Payback’s panicked voice communicated it and a “oh shit,” came from Rooster before Maverick got him killed. Not really killed.

“That’s tone.” 

Harvard and Yale, then Coyote were up next as Payback and Fanboy came to the ground. Rooster was going to see Hondo about his pushups.

The pilots came up to the observatory, slamming the door open. Covered in sweat, they threw themselves on the couch without a word. Phoenix and Liz laughed to themselves, Bob joining in. 

“It’s all fun and games now, just you wait.” Payback scolded, standing back up. Fanboy stood by the window, looking down to where Rooster was doing his pushups. Elizabeth and Phoenix followed. 

“That should be us down there,” Fanboy sighed, almost looking disappointed that he wasn’t. Elizabeth almost called him crazy for such a thing, but was too focused on how Rooster dressed down to a fitted black tee with his flight suit half down. 

“But it’s not,” Phoenix said. She looked towards Liz, who still had her eyes on Rooster. 

“Now you know something about Rooster,” Elizabeth uttered, having to forcibly rip herself away from that damn window. His chain dangled as it hit the ground, his brow lined with sweat, form perfect as it always had been. Walk away, Liz.

The crew in the air hadn’t lasted that long anyways. 

They were out within 30 minutes.

—☼—

It was Sunshine and Bob’s turn to go up. Unfortunately, their wingman was Hangman. Elizabeth was not looking forward to it. Bob didn’t know why, but she simply kept saying “you’ll see,”. 

And boy, did he.

As they were up in the air for the first time, Bob and Sunshine were getting used to each other. Bob was extremely responsive to Elizabeth’s questioning and communicated every aspect of the jet. She was thankful for it, it made flying a hell of a lot easier. 

The air quality was good at the moment, the majority being intermittent laminar flow. Perfect flying conditions. The only thing that made it not perfect, was Hangman. “—and why don’t we tell everyone Bob stands for something, other than Robert.” Hangman was on a tangent, speaking into the radio. Bob went to answer, Elizabeth hearing him take a breath. 

“Don’t, Bob. Wanna know why we call him Hangman?” Sunshine would call, clipping in her oxygen mask. She had a feeling that things were getting too quiet on the playing field. 

Where was Maverick?

“Oh wait, I got it,” Hangman said. Sunshine could hear the smile in his voice. “Baby on board,” he laughed to himself. He always did. Sunshine rolled her eyes before feeling the aggressive turbulence of the plane. 

Flying by at a top speed, Maverick cut between the pair of fighter pilots. Sunshine steadied the plane, hand on the controller to level wings. 

“Aviators,” Maverick said through the radio. “Fight’s on.” 

“Tally, tally! Maverick in bound, closure at 460 knots.” Bob said, Sunshine replying with a “copy,” before looking out the side view to see Maverick swinging around. 

“Sunshine, break right!” Hangman called, easing on her rear.

“Breaking right!” She broke right, but Hangman didn’t follow. She felt Bob put his hand to the glass, the vibration against the glass prominent.

“Where’s he going?” He’d ask shifting in his seat. 

“That’s why we call him Hangman,” Elizabeth would watch Hangman fly upward, leaving her exposed. “He’ll always hang you out to dry.” She scoffed, knowing that it was coming eventually. 

“Leaving your wingman,” Maverick said over the com, “That’s a strategy I haven’t seen in a while.” He sounded surprised. That’ll go to Hangman’s head in no time.

“Woah! he called you a man, Sunshine, you gonna take that?” Hangman’s voice was now simply fucking annoying.

“As long as he doesn’t call you a man!” She’d retort. 

“Maverick’s closing in, Sunshine, he’s right on our tail!” Bob relayed and Sunshine looked out the glass, seeing Hangman linger behind her now.

“Get off me, Hangman!” She’d hiss into the radio, performing a modified ‘S’ turn that ragged both Maverick and Hangman off her tail. 

“Woah—” She heard Bob say, clutching onto the rig that held him into his seat. The loss of gravity momentarily to perform the turn was always a joy for Elizabeth to experience. She liked the feeling of being able to fly herself, amazed by the way it worked. 

“I’m on his tail, Sunshine, just keep doing your thing.” Hangman said cockily, “This is what it looks like to bury a fossil.” 

That got Maverick’s attention.

“He’s off our radar, Sunshine.” Maverick disappeared in the sun, before reemerging, doing a collaboration of twists and turns in the air. 

Sunshine pulled the throttle, pumping the brakes, and came around to rejoin at Hangman’s side. Little did she know that Maverick had switched his sights from him to her.

The missile lock tone rang through her ears in defeat. 

“You’re out, Sunshine.” Maverick said, causing her to curse. Bob did the same, ripping off his mask as they hovered in the air, awaiting for Hangman’s lesson.

The two duked it out for a bit, nothing too impressive. If Elizabeth hadn’t been so persistent on rejoining her wingman in the air, then she would’ve stood a chance. But no, Hangman would leave anyone out to dry if it meant eternal glory for himself. Selfish prick. 

Over the radio, Hangman called her name.

“Sunshine, I can’t see him in the sun, how close am I?” Elizabeth hadn’t even been paying attention to their duel. Good that Maverick shot him straight into the sun. “Sunshine? Sunshine?” He’d repeat, not receiving an answer.

“I’m dead, dickhead.” She’d finally respond.

“See you in the afterlife, Bagman.” Came Bob’s response which caused her to laugh. 

Sure enough, Maverick’s voice came through. “That’s tone. You’re out.” 

“Dammit!” Came Hangman’s smack against the dash. 

When they were grounded, doing their pushups, Elizabeth looked at Hangman who still grunted and carried himself with a hardshell of defeat. 

“Down!” Hondo’s strong voice shouted at them. They moved synchronously with their exercise. Elizabeth felt the burn ripple down her arms and into her core. She could do this. Loose pieces of her hair had fallen into her face, spit dribbled down from her chin, and she began to wobble. 

“Down, 178!” So close.

“Down, 198!” Nearly there.

“Down, 200! You’re all good, guys.” The pilots got up, Elizabeth wobbly on her feet. She braced herself against her thighs, Bob holding his arm out to offer support. She took it, leaning against him. Her breath’s relaxed, and she stood up straight, putting her weight on the man beside her. 

Elizabeth’s back stretched as she held her arms in the air. “Thanks,” she’d smile towards him.

“No problem.” He’d grin, beginning to walk back to the flight deck. Elizabeth would follow him, listening to him as he began to spew nonsense about science, but she became distracted once she looked upward to the windows of the observatory. 

She was met with a pair of narrowed eyes from a distance.

Rooster.

She swore, swore, his eyes flickered to Bob, then to her. He turned away the moment he saw her look towards him, pivoting away with the bulk of his flight suit still attached. He had another opportunity to prove himself today, along with Hangman. 

“So that’s why—” Bob kept going on, but looked towards Elizabeth. “Hey, where’d you go for a second?” Elizabeth snapped out of her trance, facing her back-seatter. 

“Yeah, sorry. Still winded from those pushups.” Lie.

“Oh, okay. Anyways…”

She didn’t end up listening to half of what he said. He was rambling on and on about the concept of Bernulli’s principle. Something they had learned in flight school ages ago, but that was just it. It was ages ago. Elizabeth knew about it, studied it, and then was done with it. Now she knew how planes had worked. But, if Bob felt so passionately about it, she might as well give him her ear. 

Back in the observatory, Elizabeth sat by the radio with Bob on the other side. The pair of single pilots went up into the air, Maverick lurking somewhere.

“So, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” Came Hangman’s aggravating timbre.

“It wouldn’t matter if I did,” Rooster fired back. Elizabeth’s heart beat faster. 

“What’s with you and Maverick? It seems he’s got you a little rattled,” A question that they all wanted to be answered. 

It was too bad that Rooster didn’t give it to them. “Don’t worry about it. Now where is he?” 

“Been here the whole time.” Maverick said, followed by an awe-inspired ‘holy shit…’ from Hangman. “Can you see me now?” Elizabeth and Bob gave each other questioning looks. “Come on, let's get it over with.”

“Fights on!” Rooster shouted.

“What is with these two?” Hangman questioned. This was a time that Elizabeth really wanted to see what was going on. 

Their duel continued. “Okay, kid, you put yourself here. How’re you gonna getcha’ self out?” Maverick wondered.

“You can bail out any time.” Rooster’s voice was strong. Elizabeth clenched her legs together. 

“How low do you want to go, Rooster?” Maverick asked, beginning to get aggressive himself. 

“I can go as low as you sir, and that’s saying something.” There was something that they were missing. Elizabeth thought it was a miniscule feud. Maybe something that had happened in the past at the academy. A bad mission, favoritism, the basic shit that anyone would see at a military school. But no, this appeared to run much deeper. A nosy part of herself wanted to know what it was, but she would refuse to speak to him at the moment.

“What’s past is past,” Maverick shouted this time.

“You’d like to believe that, wouldn’t you?” Rooster would growl out. Before Elizabeth could react, Hangman chimed in.

“Hard deck is 5000 feet gentlemen, you are running out of room.” Bob and Elizabeth now looked at each other, eyes wide with concern. They were in a nosedive? Elizabeth’s blood boiled with rage and concern, an intermittent combination of both. 

It was silent for a moment. Tick tock. Tick tock. Too long. Then, over the mic came the automated voice: “Pull up, pull up! Pull up, pull up!” Elizabeth’s hand went to cover her mouth, leaning against her wrist. What were they doing?

“Come on Rooster, drop down and take the shot!” Elizabeth perked up at this. There was always a part of her that was worried about Rooster. He had a tendency to not take the shot. Not commit to something. 

“Come on kid, don’t think just do.” Maverick encouraged him, but nothing came of it.

“It’s too low.” He’d finally say.

“Too late, had ‘ya chance.” After a quiet moment, the pilots in the observatory deck heard, “That’s a kill.” Rooster cursed. “Go see Hondo about your pushups.” 

Elizabeth kicked off the stool, going to stand by the window. She’d wait for the pilots to come down anxiously, holding her hand to her mouth and slightly rocking back and forth on her hip. What was Rooster thinking? Now she knew she had to talk to him. There was an undeniable tension between him and Maverick, and not only did she want to find out what it was, but she wanted to set him straight. Regardless of their past, she needed him to come on this mission. If she were left with Hangman was her wingman…

Rooster had finished his pushups, and Elizabeth was skipping down the stairs from the flight deck. He still wore his green jumpsuit suit without the gear, and could barely hold himself up. It made sense after doing 400 pushups in one day. Hondo had already walked away, leaving Rooster to sulk in private. His knees were pulled upward, his hands resting on the curvature of them, head hanging low in exhaustion.

Elizabeth wasn’t going to let that happen. It was amazing that she had mustered enough confidence to actually speak to him now, alleviating the issue attempting to forgive him. She imagined that she would be able to bargain.

“Breaking the hard deck, insubordination? Are you trying to get kicked out?” This was the first time that she was so close to him after seeing him at the bar the night before. Her heart was racing, but she chose to ignore it, even if it was pounding in her ears. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he’d say, ashamed enough to not be able to look at her. His bronze skin gleamed in the setting sunlight, sweat coating his skin, and the hues of his eyes glimmering. 

“Don’t give me that shit, Bradshaw.” Elizabeth would snap, causing him to look up towards her. She came beside him, squatting down. Her arms crossed over her knees, feet together as she put her chin over her wrists. The scent of sandalwood and his cologne filled her nose, even the remnants of his sweat. She hated body odor, but not his. “Look— if you get kicked out, you leave us flying with Hangman. I’m going on this mission, whether you like it or not.”

Rooster tried to turn his head away from her. 

���Hey.” She’d say, but he didn’t turn. She needed to get his attention in a different way. An idea struck her, as impulsive as it was. 

Elizabeth braced herself.

Her hand reached out, caressing the side of his face. He jumped back, not expecting the contact whatsoever. His eyes searched hers for a moment, then looking to the gentle touch of her hand, then back to her eyes. He didn’t want to move, afraid that she would take it away. She wasn’t planning on it; the warmth of his skin plying in her like a magnetic force. 

“Bradley,” She’d say his name. He shuttered hearing it, chills running up his spine, but if he hadn't physiologically, she didn’t notice. “I can forgive you, but only if you get your shit together.” Her hand was soft to his skin. There was a soft stubble growing beneath that poked at her palm. 

There was only silence for a moment, their eyes clashing together, both searching in them for something to grasp onto. Something to feel. It was like a heavyweight was thrown at Elizabeth’s chest, and she wondered if he felt it too. She wanted him to feel it.

He must’ve.

He leaned in to her touch.

That was enough confirmation for her. 

She moved to pull her hand away, sighing—

He didn’t allow her. There was a sharp grip on her wrist that pulled her back. Such aggression that she forgot he held. Such strength. His hold on her wrist had been gentle, yet commanding as she rested it back on his cheek. Like a beast of burden, his shoulders relaxed as he gutterly groaned out of pure exhaustion. The weight of his head was held on her hand and she thought she was going to give out.

“Can you tell me what happened up there?” She’d ask, quietly and calmly, disrupting his moment of peace.

After a moment, Bradley breathed. “He pulled my papers.” Who? “What? Who?” Bradley lifted his head, leveling with her. She pulled her hand away from his face, letting it rest on his forearm that rested on his knees. 

“Maverick. He pulled my application to the Naval Academy; set me back four years.” He gave her a look. A look that made her melt. The reflection of sunlight sprinkled glazed dust into his eyes, a shimmering reflection of herself in them.

“Why would he do that?” She’d wonder, rethinking her opinion of Maverick. Rooster didn’t respond, simply shrugging his shoulders. 

Elizabeth chose not to prod at it. He seemed to close off the minute she asked, that ambivalent look in his eye drawing a weary stop. If she had, this whole mission of “forgiveness” would be a dud, and she didn’t want to disappoint Natasha. Or herself.

They sat there for a while. Comfortably. It almost made Elizabeth think that everything was okay between them. Even if she said she would forgive him, that required a process entirely on its own. She hoped that Phoenix would be proud of her at the very least. She had to be, right? There was no way that Elizabeth was going to come to Bradley on her own terms. What she needed was that push, this understanding that there was more to it than meets the eye. 

When the sun was about to set behind the horizon, she stood up, taking her hand away from the warmth of his forearm. When she moved it away, his head immediately snapped upward, as if he were a lost puppy unaware of where he should go. 

“Come on, it’s getting late.” Elizabeth said, beginning to turn her back on him. She heard him scramble to his feet, brushing off any debris that was on his suit. He caught up to her, walking at her side. He didn’t say anything as they walked back towards the hangar, and neither did she. They simply embraced each other’s company after being away for so long. Elizabeth felt a warmth that she never felt with anyone else.

Surely Bob could make her laugh until her chest ran hot and abs were sore, but this warmth was different. It was soothing. It made her feel safe, protected even, when she was around him. It always impressed her that he could have that effect. With his broad stature and intimidating look, she would always be untouchable at his side.

Sunshine was still figuring out if she liked that or not.

—☼—

Once she arrived home with Phoenix and showered, getting the grime off after the day, she wore a black Top Gun tee that went down to her knees and spandex beneath, but no one could see those anyway. Her hair was down, wavy, and wet to air dry throughout the night. 

Natasha was seated on the couch, flipping on a movie for them to watch. 

“Let’s see…” Natasha would say, a few ‘ew’s’ and ‘no’s’ coming from her mouth as she reacted to the plethora of movie titles. Liz would laugh at her reactive facial expressions. “Nightmare on Elm Street!” She’d say, beaming towards Elizabeth.

From the kitchen, she was filling up her water bottle. Her head would swivel towards her on the couch, nodding in agreement.

“Yes!” Natasha fistbumped the air, pulling out her phone. Elizabeth did the same, going through emails. “I invited Bob, Fanboy, and Payback over for movie night.” She said after a moment’s worth of silence.

“What?” Elizabeth retorted, putting on the cap to her water bottle and turning to lean her hip against the black marbled countertop.

“Yeahhh…” She said, gritting her teeth. “Don’t be mad, I thought we needed a bonding experience.” It’s not that Natasha was wrong, it’s just that this was their thing. Their movie night. Girls night! Elizabeth groaned.

“Fine. Fine. As long as it’s just them.” Rooster flashed into her mind. The memory of them on the tarmac earlier made her pause, causing her to cross her legs over one another. 

The doorbell rang only a moment later. From the couch, on the opposite end of the room, Natasha made puppy dog eyes and puckered her bottom lip. Elizabeth groaned again, throwing her head back in defeat. She marched over, her socked feet pattering against the hardwood of the foyer.

When she opened the door, she wasn’t so surprised. From who she could see, it was giddy Fanboy with Payback at his side and Bob. This was good. This was fine.

Elizabeth held the door open, “Good evening, aviators.” She’d mock Maverick from earlier today, holding her right hand up as a salute. The boys laughed as they came in, all dressed in casual attire. Shirts and shorts, nothing impressive. Bob was wearing sandals. Liz shuddered.

When the three of them entered, she moved to shut the door, but it was reopened. Her eyes narrowed in confusion before she checked who it was, but they had already revealed themselves.

“Sunshine, as I live and breathe.” Hangman said, walking in.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, putting her hand on her hip as the other supported herself against he white paint of the wooden door. No way had Natasha sent the invite to Hangman. Who else was here then, the rest of the Top Gun school?

“Should we leave our shoes here?” It was Coyote who asked that, peeking his head in front of Hangman. Elizabeth shrugged, shivering off the weird vibes she got from Hangman every time she had talked to him.

“Yeah, right on the mat is fine.” She pointed at the rubber mat that was a few feet in front of them, Bob’s leather sandals staring back at her. Elizabeth’s head slowly turned towards Natasha on the couch, who was staring at her, too. She put her hands up in defense, acting like she had no idea. Elizabeth opened her mouth, tongue prodding at her bottom lip. 

This time, she would see if there was anyone left, praying that there wasn’t. The couch could only fit so many people!

As her eyes reared the doorway and she stepped out, she hit a wall. Wait— that wasn’t a wall. Walls don’t smell like…

Her hands reached out to push away, but they were grabbed. The grip was gentle, yet assertive. Elizabeth knew that grasp. The blush that spread to her cheeks was instantaneous. She gasped lightly, her head coming up to see who it was. 

“Easy there, darlin’.” 

Rooster.

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[jungle-angel]

I love your mood board for Cyclone and his wife!! Would you ever expand on their backstory?

Oh hell yes honey I'd definitely expand it if I could. It might take a while for the ideas to get brewing but definitely in the future I'll be expanding the backstory for Cyclone and the Missus (lol)

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[thesithdiaries]

Female!OC for Top Gun: Maverick

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female!OC

I honestly love to create characters for everything. It’s literally my favorite thing to do. Also, I’m doing research to get this done accurately as possible but damn, there’s so many words and my single brain cell isn't really helping.

- SOME THINGS WILL NOT BE CORRECT WHEN IT COMES TO NAVY RULES -

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Name: Genevieve “Fireball” Simpson

Age: 32

Have you heard the saying “Strict parents create sneaky kids”? That’s the best quote to describe Fireball’s attitude.

From a young age, Genevieve demonstrated love for the military and everything that had to do with planes. Her father, Vice Admiral Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, the commander of Naval Air Forces, was not pleased with this. Was he happy that his daughter found her calling? Yes. Did he like that she was most likely following his footsteps? No.

The Navy is a dangerous career, especially for someone that doesn’t usually have a cold head and is more likely to get into a fight at any second. Cyclone knew this, but he also knew that he could lose his daughter if he messed with her career. He accepted her dreams and made sure to give her all the space she wanted so it didn’t feel like she accomplished her goals because of who her dad is.

The Naval Academy was a crazy chapter in Genevieve's life. She did concentrate in school, trying to be the best of her class every year, but her main focus was planes. People around the academy both respected and feared her (because of her dad), so they gave her everything she asked for without making a fuss. They didn’t know she wasn’t that type of person to run off to get daddy to fix her problems. This is where she got her call sign: Fireball.

Against his better judgment, Cyclone took his daughter to work one day. She disliked the rules for personal appearance, so she made it her life mission to not follow them… when she knew nobody would say anything. It bothered him, the rules were set for a reason. Cyclone would get reprimanded by his superiors but nothing ever changed.

He knew Genevieve liked to walk around base, make new friends and learn new things. While he was in a meeting, all hell broke loose outside.

She stole a plane.

To her defense, there was a lonely F18, tucked away in a hangar and nobody was there. After checking the aircraft, she left. Cyclone’s eye was twitching heavily when they told him the situation. This was it. His daughter was going to be kicked out from the Navy with dishonorable discharge.

Admiral Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, the commander of U.S. Pacific Fleet met Cyclone years back. From the moment he met Genevive, he knew she was trouble. In a way, she reminded him of Maverick. Iceman was always checking up on her, making sure she didn’t go too far. He never thought she’d steal a plane.

Iceman got the call minutes after she was in the air. After that, he called Admiral Cain to tell him what was going to happen:

Fireball was going to Top Gun with an elite group of F/A-18E/F Super Hornet aviators for a top secret mission.

But what she didn’t know is that she was going to meet an old friend there, someone she hasn’t talked to in many years.

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Top Gun: Maverick | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!OC

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Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell had expected his day to go quite differently. Though, he couldn't say he was surprised to find himself in his superior's office being reprimanded; it had become a regular occurrence over the past thirty years.

Today was simply supposed to be the mach nine test for Darkstar, a program Maverick and his team had been working on for some time now. However, before the test could begin, the team received word that Admiral Cain was on his way to shut the program down. Maverick's heroic nature refused to let that happen, so he did what he did best: break the rules.

He suited up and took off in Darkstar right before Cain's arrival. The official mach nine test was a success, but to keep the program alive, Maverick needed to reach mach ten. And he did. In fact, he exceeded mach ten until he blew it, quite literally. He crashed landed in a nowhere town in the middle of the United States.

On base, Admiral Cain was waiting for Maverick's return, so he could officially ground the captain permanently. Except, a call came in with impeccable timing that would keep Maverick in the air just a little while longer.

Now, Maverick was being reassigned to the North Island or what's better known as Fightertown, U.S.A., the home of Top Gun. Since his graduation in 1986, he had tried his luck as a Top Gun instructor, but he quickly realized he was a pilot, not a teacher. After two months on the job, he quit.

Upon his arrival, the U.S. Navy Fighter Weapons School was just like Maverick remembered. The halls were decorated the same, but each year new memorabilia was added from the previous graduating class. One wall still held the photo of Iceman and Maverick after their first mission together. Then, behind him, was a photo of U.S. Pacific Fleet Commander, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky. Maverick stared at the photo of his friend with honor and gratitude. Without him, the Navy would have quit on Maverick years ago.

Maverick was escorted to a room where Admirals Beau "Cyclone" Simpson and Solomon "Warlock" Bates debriefed him on his new purpose at Top Gun. A uranium plant was violating a NATO treaty, and the Navy was tasked with eliminating it.

The mission would be difficult. Satellite imagery showed the enemy had surface-to-air missiles, fifth-generation fighter jets, and GPS jammers. However, looking at the recon before him, Maverick easily devised his plan of attack.

"You misunderstood," Cyclone said after Maverick explained his plan. "We don't want you to fly it. We want you to teach it."

"Teach, sir?"

A handful of the best Top Gun graduates had been selected to be trained for the mission. After the three-week time period was up, Maverick would be forced to choose a team leader. Cyclone and Warlock displayed an array of candidates and Maverick recognized a familiar face, one that haunted him. It was Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, the son of his former RIO, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw.

To this day, Maverick was still guilt-ridden over the incident. He tried to be there for Bradley, tried to be the father he lost. But after delaying Bradley's naval career, the two men stopped seeing eye-to-eye.

"Is there a problem?" Cyclone asked.

"You know there is."

"I want to make you aware of another problem, Maverick," Warlock intervened.

Warlock pulled up the file of a female aviator, "Emerson Raye Blackwood, call sign, Raven."

Maverick stared at the screen before him. It was like seeing a ghost; there was something so terrifyingly familiar about her. "And that is, sir?"

"You need to watch out for her. She's a lot like you, Maverick."

"Dangerous is the word I would use," Cyclone finished.

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