#admiral cyclone simpson

[nobody7102]

The 4th

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, Fireworks, Loud sounds

A/N: I told you I was running off of a big bong hit and lavender ices coffee, lol

Master-list

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As Beau stands in the kitchen, his hands hard at work covering ribs in marinade and dry rub for later on in the day, Y/N opens the front door, waddling her way into the kitchen with grocery backs and a package. 

Looking over his shoulder Beau smiles as Y/N enter’s the kitchen with her left arm carrying the package and her right holding the groceries. Hoisting the package and groceries onto the counter Beau starts to clean off his hands.

“Did the store have everything?”

Y/N nods and her hands move to start to take the groceries out of the bags. “We should have decided to have a baby sooner” she jokes “When I walked in, as soon as anyone saw the bump they let me grab whatever I needed” as soon as everything’s unpacking she turns to Beau placing a hand over her bump. “They had everything for the potatoes and the steaks”

“Well thank you for going all the way to the store for me Baby… you really didn’t have to” Walking over to Y/N he leans down and places a kiss upon her lips as his hands rest over her bump as well. “I after I get the ribs on the grill I should be able to get started on the steaks”

Y/N smiles as Beau runs his hands along her bump “Then I’ll probably do the potatoes when you start on the steaks” her hands rise up to push some of Beau’s hair out of his face “Ohh… by the way…” the corner of her mouth turns upward into a slight smirk “I got you a present… but you have to open it later” 

Beau raises his brow with a slightly surprised smirk upon his face “A present?... Baby you know you always scare me a little bit when you say that right?” He jokes.

Shaking her head, Y/N chuckles “No no no, I promise… its not a bad present like the paint color for the nursery” Her smile grows wider as she remember’s Beau’s surprise to see they were painting the nursery a sage green color. But to be fair Beau said that she could do whatever she wanted with it and he would be there to help.

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As the morning passes into the afternoon, Beau stands at the grill. Cooking away as Y/N relaxes in a chair on the patio watching Beau grill, every once and a while getting up to check on the potatoes as they cook inside the kitchen. 

As Y/N watches Beau, she can’t help but frown a bit at every firework people in their neighborhood decide to set off early, hating how Beau subtly jumps and gets startled every time a firework goes off. Acting as if it doesn't bother him in the slightest, but Y/N sees how he goes far off for a few seconds every time. 

Not long after the food is done and Beau and Y/N set the patio table for themselves, laying out paper plates and the food. Ribs, steaks, mashed potatoes, grilled veggies and garlic bread (as per Baby Simpsons request). 

They take their time as they eat, enjoying the weather, the food, and each other’s company and after a while Y/N notices how the sun starts to set and gets up.

Taking her and Beau’s plates as she stands. Beau starts to get up to help her, Y/N raises her finger. “Tsk Tsk Tsk, sit down” she hums and points to his chair.

Letting out a chuckle, Beau listens’ knowing better than to argue. 

Waddling her way back into the house, Y/N disposes of the paper plates and puts their utensils in the sink before grabbing a pair of scissors and the package from earlier and bringing them back outside with her.

She sets the box and scissors down in front of Beau before taking a seat back in her chair. “Tada!” she hums.

Beau raises his brow at the box before taking the scissors and opening it. Taking out the packaging on the inside, his brow furrows in slight confusion as he pulls out a box for wireless headphones. “Baby… what is this?” Letting out a sigh, Y/N’s eye’s soften as she gazes at Beau. “Do you remember how we were talking last year… about how you wanna watch the fireworks but you know you shouldn’t” she reaches her hands out and pushes back some of Beau’s hair.

“When you were talking earlier this month about how you can’t wait for Peanut to be here and how you think Peanut would love to watch the fireworks… it got me thinking about how you said you used to love watching fireworks before you enlisted… and so I went online… and I got you some soundproof wireless headphones” she gives a soft smile “You can download this app that pairs with the headphones and you can control how noise canceling they are… and since they’re wireless you could play music if you wanted to or watch something…. But i figured… now you could just watch the fireworks again and now worry”

As Y/N explains how the headphones work and why she got them, tears start to form in Beau’s eyes at how Y/N thought about him

“And if they don’t work then that’s totally fine but I figured you could try it out and if it works then great and if no-” Before Y/N has the chance to finish her sentence Beau gets up from his chair and leans down to Y/N as she sits and presses a kiss to her hips before pulling her into a hug, burying his face into her neck.

“Thank you baby…. Thank you so much..” he mumbles against her skin.

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As the sun finally sets. Y/N and Beau sit in their driveway, looking out on the water. 

When they were looking at houses, the real estate agent talked about how you could see the city beach fireworks perfectly from the house and they were right. Every year they could watch the city fireworks from their living room window as Beau and Y/N snuggled on the couch with the music cranked loud enough to drown out the echoing booms from outside.

Holding Beau’s phone in her hand, Y/N connects the headphones and adjusts the soundproof to fully drown out any noise. Looking at the time Y/N looks over to Beau as he holds the headphones. “Two minutes till they start… Do you wanna put them on now?”

Beau nods and places the headphones on, before reaching out and taking Y/N’s hand in his, looking out at the water in the area where the fireworks will be. As they wait for the fireworks to start, Beau squeezes Y/N’s hand every few seconds. Anxious to see if the headphones will actually work.

And after a minute, Beau squeezes Y/N’s hand tightly as the first firework of the night goes up into the air, and Y/N’s attention focuses on Beau’s face. Ready to take him into the house and resume their usual Fourth of July night activities if her plan fails.

And just like that the loud BOOM of the fireworks goes off and Beau watches in awe as the green and blue fills the sky before he turns to Y/N with the most giddy smile on his face ever as it dawns on him that he can’t hear a thing.

Y/N smile grows as she leans over to Beau and plants a kiss on his cheek before both of them turn their attention back to the fireworks.

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Tagging: @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @bobfloyds @auroralightsthesky @fanboygarcia @beachbabey @sarahsmi13s @writercole @topguncortez @topgun-imagines @lewmagoo @sailorscuttle @shawnsthighs @ohtobeleah @sweetlittlegingy @t-nd-rfoot @mothdruid

[chrrywvea]

✨cyclone babysits for the first time✨

iceman: alright, there we go... *sets maverick down next to him* i'll pick him back up at seven, *takes out his checklist and hands it over* make sure he gets food and water every other hour, keep the jets away unless i permitted it...

cyclone: but sir-

iceman: let me finish-... so keep the jets in the hangar and, hm, maybe lock it... he can do a hop or two unless you want him to get more cranky than usual, shove him into his office twice a day and he'll get the paperwork done... shut the door though, or he will escape

cyclone, under his breath: whAt

iceman, pecking mav on the lips and ruffling his hair: i gotta go honey, love you! *death glaring at cyclone* one scratch on him and you're done.

cyclone, sweating profusely and watching the admiral saunter out the door: y-yes sir?

meanwhile maverick has already disappeared to the hangar, 11 little duckling daggers right on his tail

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Cain: It looks like Captain Mitchell is engaging the enemy.

Cyclone: That’s nothing out of the ordinary, especially since I gave him a direct order not to.

[poepoeplease]

[looney-just-like-her-tunes]

the moment cyclone realized he as an admiral inherited maverick from iceman, he lost 10 years of his lifespan and his headaches have multiplied at an alarming rate since then

[missathlete31]

So lately I've been thinking about a TGM story where Admiral Simpson is actually Hangman's maternal Uncle. Beau has spent so many years trying to rescue his sister and his young nephew from John Seresin, but each time his plan backfires. When his sister passes and Beau tries once more to save Jake from the dangerous household he is trapped in, he is hit with a restraining order. Beau is forced to wait almost two decades until he can see Jake again, finding out the young man is a pilot now and making quite the name for himself. Simpson still keeps his distance though, afraid of his failures in the past and assuming Jake wouldn't want him in his life (although he does try to keep tabs on the man throughout his career).

Fast forward and Beau receives word that the best of the best of Naval Aviators are being called back to train at Top Gun for what will ultimately be a suicide mission. As he skims the list of pilots, his heart stops, because right there is the kid he has spent his life trying to protect: Jake Hangman Seresin.

So what do we think:

(Thank you to @seresimp for being so wonderful and letting me talk your ear off about this)

[wishfulwithwine]

Fathers

Beau Cyclone Simpson x Fem!WifeReader

Warnings: pregnancy, terrible fathers, cursing, alcohol, abandonment, navy, death

Author - couldn’t get this concept out of my head! not edited, just needed to write it all out, so i apologize if it’s terrible.

photo from pinterest:

For how stern Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson was, his wife was the epitome of sunshine. If Y/N Simpson worked in the Navy, Warlock joked your callsign was ‘Sunshine’. You added the softness to the relationship in public, however you would say that your husband was a romantic. You viewed him as the love of your life, your protector, and the only person either of you loved more than each other would be your newborn son.

Beau planned all your dates, would always randomly bring you flowers, and made sure every day you knew you were the most beautiful woman in his eyes. 

You were Beau’s heart, and although some of the Navy guys teased he didn’t actually have one, no one could deny the personality change that seemed to happen when you were around. You were the light of his life, and your newborn son was another beacon that made Beau’s heart brighter. 

“Baby, do you want me to hold him?” Beau asked, concerned as he watched you walking up the with your Tommy in your arms. You didn’t look like you were in pain, but since delivering less than two weeks ago, he was still nervous.

“Sweetheart, I love you, but I’m good. He’s good right now” You said, with a soft smile, before looking down at your son who was awake but just sucking on his pacifier for now. Smiling, Beau kept walking besides you, as he rolled the stroller with plenty of “in case” bags. 

As first time newborn parents, you didn’t know what was going to happen with leaving your house for more than a few minutes. As a Navy Admiral, Beau usually planned for everything - so he packed multiple bags for multiple scenarios - crying, sleeping, eating, etc. Another reason you two got along so well was because you both were very “type A”. 

Today was Admiral Kazansky’s funeral however, and although you had not brought Tommy to the actual funeral, Sarah Kazansky had requested that he appeared at his namesake’s house afterwards. 

Tommy - Thomas Jeremy Simpson - was named after Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, the man who was basically a father to Y/N after her own father had ignored her. In all sense of the word parents, that was Admiral and Mrs. Kazansky to Y/N. They had been the ones at her high school graduation, college graduation, wedding, and this past week, birth of her son. 

Only a few people had been at the hospital the day Tommy was born - Sarah and Tom Kazansky, Warlock, and Y/N’s best friend. Ice was incredibly honored to have been his ‘grandson’s’ namesake, tears streamed down his face when Beau had broken the news.

Her actual father…well he cared more about the son of his best friend to ever pay attention to his own. Most people didn’t even know he had a daughter. 

You met Beau after a dinner party at Kazansky’s. He’ll never forget when he saw you in that dress, how you radiated beauty with your kind smile. Despite his reputation, he couldn’t help but stare at you, as you talked with many others before making your way over to his group. 

“Y/N darling, this is Vice Admiral Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson” Ice introduced, and he watched as you smiled warmly at him, before looking at Ice, a smirk appearing on your lips.

“This is the infamous Cyclone? He doesn’t look so bad” You replied, your hand reaching out to shake his. Surprising the group, he took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of your palm, keeping his eyes locked onto yours. The Kazansky’s looked to each other with confusion on their faces.

“What have you heard about me?” He replied, a raised eyebrow but playfulness in his eyes. You smiled widely, and Ice couldn’t help but feel a smile creep on his face. 

“Ice thinks you’re too much of a rule follower” You replied, as Ice sighed, rolling his eyes at your comment.

“Well someone has to be. Can’t keep letting Maverick off the hook every time he pisses off an admiral” Beau says, slight annoyance in his tone about Maverick, but as he watched Tom and Sarah’s head turn swiftly to you, gauging your reaction, he could see he said something wrong.  

“I’m going to get some more to drink. Would anyone like more?” You said, a forced smile on your lips. He nodded caught your gaze, following you over to the bar. He could feel Tom’s staring on his back, which he shook off as he looked at you. 

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Do you know Maverick?” Beau asked, curiosity over taking him. You looked back at him, nodding before pouring some more wine in your glass. He poured some more whiskey in his glass.

“I’m assuming you don’t like him very much?” You replied, deciding to not give much away about how you know Maverick. He shrugged, when you met his gaze again. Your expression wasn’t alluding to a positive nor a negative relationship. Did you date him? 

“There’s a reason he hasn’t had a promotion more than Captain. He might be friend’s with Ice, but…” Beau said, trailing off on how best to describe him.

“He doesn’t care about rules. Very his way or the highway” You replied, rolling your eyes as you took a big sip of your wine. Beau looked at you curiously, and when you looked back at him you sighed. “Trust me, I’m with you on it. He’s my father, but we haven’t spoken in about ten years” You said, and Beau froze.

“I’m so sorry” He said, but you smiled warmly at him, reaching out your hand to place on his shoulder.

“Please, don’t worry about it. Ice is more of my father than he is. Now, should I call you Beau or Cyclone? Which would you prefer?” You asked, switching topics easily. He smiled, putting his hand over yours.

“You can call me Beau. What do you do for work?” He asked, as he saw you smiled wider.

The whole night the pair of you stayed by each other’s side, causing Sarah to rearrange some of the dinner place cards so you two could sit together. The Kazansky’s, as well as the rest of the guests at the dinner party,  watched as you laughed and flirted with the Vice Admiral, and Cyclone smiled for almost the whole night, a rare sight for those involved with the Navy. The other officials were in shock. 

“Did you give him drugs?” Warlock asked Ice, as they both stared at Cyclone and you, laughing together. 

“No… Sarah?” Ice asked, looking to his wife, as she glanced over to the couple.

“I think he likes her” Sarah said, smiling, as she watched you blush over something Beau said. They watched as he grinned wider, a twinkle in both of their eyes.

“Maverick is going to hate this” Warlock stated.

“Maverick hasn’t spoken to his daughter in 10 years. I don’t think he has any room to comment” Sarah stated conclusively, looking to Ice with a knowing glance. He nodded, looking at you.

“She deserves happiness” Ice said, and everyone nodded in agreement.

“Y/N, Cyclone, it’s so good to see you. Tommy! Oh he’s so adorable” Sarah Kazansky - Y/N’s “mother" said, looking at the couple and child. Y/N smiled softly, not a bright smile considering the circumstances, but Sarah looked genuinely happy to see the child.

“Do you want to hold him, grandma?” You asked, causing the woman to smile wider. 

“Oh I would love too” Sarah said, picking up Tommy from your arms and cradling him. Tommy looked up at her with wide eyes, and Sarah looked back at the couple who also seemed enamored with their newborn. 

“Where should I put Y/N’s pie?” Beau asked, as he put aside the bags and stroller in the hall closet.

“I made some other meals so you won’t have to cook as well” Y/N said.

“Oh just in the kitchen. Thank you both” Sarah said, warmly, before looking back down at her ‘grandchild’. Beau gave Y/N a forehead kiss, before heading to put the food in the kitchen fridge.

“Y/N! And little Tommy!” Warlock said, bringing you into a hug before turning his attention to Tommy in Sarah’s arms. He was getting a bit fidgety so you held out your arms to take him back, and Sarah passed him into yours. 

“I can’t believe you just gave birth. You look beautiful” Sarah said, and you smiled.

“I can’t believe Cyclone let you two out of the house. I was certain he’d make you keep recovering” Warlock teased as you chuckled, rocking Tommy back and forth which seemed to calm him.

“Well it’s a celebration for his namesake after all” You smiled sadly, as you watched Warlock reach out to Tommy, who held onto his hand.

“He’s got a strong grip. If he didn’t have your eyes, I would say he was a mini Cyclone” Warlock said, as everyone chuckled.

“Sarah, my condolences” Pete Mitchell said, walking over to the woman and giving her a hug. 

Warlock and you shared a glance, as you tensed. You diverted your gaze down to Tommy. 

“Let’s go find your father” You whispered, and Warlock nodded, patting your arm before you left to find Beau. He was talking to two men, who looked a bit younger than yourself, in their naval uniforms.

As you walked over, the blonde caught your eye and smiled at you, before Beau saw the lieutenant’s attention was somewhere else, and followed his gaze. He smiled, which seemed to surprise the men, before reaching his arm out to put around your waist and lead you into his side.

“Hey sweetheart, I was just about to come back to you. This is Lieutenants Jake Seresin and Javy Machado. Lieutenants, this is my wife Y/N and our son Tommy” Beaut introduced, as the men smiled and nodded.

“I’d shake your hand but this boy has my hands full. It’s nice to put faces with names, Hangman and Coyote, right?” You said, and they all chuckled.

“Congratulations! How old is he?” Coyote asked.

“Not even two weeks” You said with a smile.

“Are you in the Navy too?” Jake asked, before another woman and two other lieutenants came to join the group.

“No, but most of my kindergarten students have naval officers for parents because the school is so close, so I like to say I’m ‘Naval affiliated’” You said, and the group chuckled.

“You’re also an admiral’s wife, remember?” Beau teased, and you laughed, as the group chuckled, although it seemed slightly awkward, in surprise that your husband was capable of teasing. You were used to it at this point.

“Lieutenants, this is my wife Y/N and son Tommy. Y/N, this is Lieutenants Natasha Trace, Robert Floyd and Bradley Bradshaw” He said, giving you a look as you tensed, looking at Bradley.

“He’s talked about this group all week, so let me guess - Phoenix, Bob and Rooster. It’s a pleasure to meet you all” You said, your smile a bit more forced than usual as you felt the stare of Bradley on you, although you couldn’t meet his eyes.

“He’s so cute! How old is he?” Natasha asked, cooing over Tommy. You focused on Tommy and Natasha.

“Two weeks” Beau said, with a smile, gazing lovingly to his wife. 

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re here. Was it easy?” Natasha asked.

“Stubborn boy gave me twenty two hours of labor” You said.

“If it was up to me, you’d be resting at home” Cyclone said, rubbing your shoulder.

“Yea, well I think I have some veto power since I delivered him, and Tommy was named after Ice” You said, as Beau rolled his eyes but with a smile on his face. 

The lieutenants watched both of you interact with curiosity. Cyclone was acting so strangely compared to normal, but seeing the two of you together, it made sense.

“There they are, Warlock, with Cyclone. Is that a smile I see on his face?” Maverick said, and you tensed. The smiles instantly dropping from both of your faces, you looked to Beau. You hadn’t actually looked at him yet, and now that he was so close, you didn’t know how to escape. 

“Maverick” Cyclone acknowledged, and the lieutenants were almost confused as to why the energy changed so drastically. You looked up and coincidentally made eye contact with Bradley, who seemed to put the pieces together, before you looked down at Tommy, rocking him to calm your own nerves. You looked at Warlock who looked guilty. 

“Cyclone, was that a smile I saw before? I didn’t know you could do that. Is this your wife? I didn’t even know you got married, let alone had a kid. How old is he?” Maverick said, leaning closer, before you stepped away, looking straight at him. Your father.

As soon as you two locked eyes, Maverick’s eyes widened. 

“Yes, this is my wife Y/N, and our son Tommy, named after Ice. He’s two weeks old” Beau said, holding onto you. You broke your eye contact with Maverick, looking back at Beau and Tommy. 

“Y/N?” Maverick asked, and you sighed.

“Yes?” You asked, annoyed.

“Could we speak, outside?” He said, and looked back up at him. His face was tense, his eyes blazing with hurt and anger. You looked to Beau, and he nodded.

“It was nice to meet you all. We’ll be right back” You said, smiling at the lieutenants, before leading Maverick and Cyclone outside.

Inside, the dagger squad watched as Cyclone, Maverick and you all walked away from the house to have your discussion.

“So, ex-lover? Maverick seems to get around” Hangman said, theorizing with a smirk on his face.

“No, no. That’s Maverick’s daughter” Rooster explained, as the group looked to him and then the group in shock.

“Holy shit” Bob said.

“That doesn’t look like a happy reunion” Phoenix stated.

“That’s because it isn’t” Warlock stated ominously, as they all watched, eager for gossip. 

“You got married and didn’t even invite your father?” Maverick yelled as softly as he could, once you three were far enough away from the house outside, his face red with annoyance. You sighed, rocking Tommy in your arms, kissing his face to keep him from crying. 

You could only roll your eyes, but saw Beau’s jaw clench, ready to defend you with harsh words. The veins in his neck were throbbing, and you could see this ending badly. 

“No, Beau. I got this” You said, in a soft tone, placing a hand on Beau’s chest, staring up at your husband with a smile, watching him look down at you before kissing your forehead. 

You stared at him for a moment longer before removing your hand, looking over to Maverick, your gaze shifting from warm to a frosty chill. It felt like the space around you could be an icebox.

“Do you even know what I do for a living?” You asked, your face becoming cold as you watched the emotions all over Maverick’s face. 

Everyone watched how calm you were, and shivered at the iciness in the air. If it was a cartoon, Maverick would be having smoke come out of his ears. Warlock had gotten the attention of Sarah, but held her back from going over to you. 

“Do you know where I went to college? Do you know where I lived before here?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, at his lack of answers. You could see the flashes of regret in his eyes, as his anger became one of remorse. 

“You know, everyone thinks you’re so admirable - keeping track of your best friend’s kid, making sure you’re there for him - at least in the background because Bradley doesn’t speak to you, right? Does he know you keep only his picture in your wallet? Go to his parent’s grave at least three times a year - one for the anniversary of Goose’s death, Goose’s birthday, and Bradley’s birthday, right? Now, can you tell me when my - your daughter’s, your actual child’s - is?” You asked, and you watched Maverick’s Adam’s Apple move, swallowing hard. 

The other lieutenants looked at Bradley, who just stared at you, eyes filled with sympathy. 

There was a long pause, and everyone was shifting eyes back and forth between you, Maverick and Rooster.

You rolled your eyes, already knowing the answer to your questions before you even began your reply. 

“I didn’t think so. You know, I didn’t purposefully keep you away. I told Ice that if you ever asked about me, he could tell you. But only if you asked him” You said, your bite on your words getting harsher, feeling the rise of emotions in you. Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked up to Beau, his eyes raging with anger.

“So to answer your question, there was always a wedding invite for you. Always. It’s in Ice’s desk. If you ever asked him or Sarah about me, he would have given it to you” You said, before turning away, feeling Beau’s hand on your back, and leaving. 

“Y/N! I’m your father. You can’t walk away from me!” Maverick shouted, causing you to stop and take a deep breath, before turning around.

“That didn’t stop you from turning your back on me. You aren’t my father, Ice is.” You said, feeling Beau’s arm tighten on you, before walking away with him.

“I love you” Beau stated, stopping the two of you when you finally got far enough away from the crowd of people. 

“I love you too” You replied, gazing up at him as he put his hand on your cheek, bringing his lips to yours.

[storeboughtbrand]

Mav: Guys...I just want to know. I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.

*silence*

Mav: Smart choice, I was lying. *looks around the circle consisting of Rooster, Bob, Phoenix, Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy. Then he looks up at the break room to stare at Halo, Fritz, Coyote, Omaha, Yale, and Harvard. The other group stares back instead of hiding* So...no one wants to fess up?

Mav: Okay..I see how it is. *turns to look at Rooster* You know anything?

Rooster: Nope, I had no part in this Mav-

Mav: Bullshit, I can see the corner of mustache twitching, it only does that when you're hiding something from me.

Rooster: *checks to see if it's true but realizes he fell for the trick* Shit!

Mav: No part of this, my ass. The longer this takes, the worse the punishment's gonna be. *narrows his eyes at Rooster before whipping his attention to Fanboy* How bout you, Fanboy? Got something to tell me?

Fanboy: *avoids Mav's eyes to look at the others. Phoenix makes a zip-it motion. Hangman mouthes, "you better fucking not."* I don't know anything either, Captain.

Mav: *squints harder* So....I guess Cyclone's office randomly decided to redecorate itself overnight?

Hangman: *because the man can't help himself* Cyclone may have finally decided to spruce up the place.

Mav: *zeroes in on Jake* Really?! He decided to replace every single picture in his office spontaneously...with shirtless pictures of young me!?

Hangman: I mean, you were a hot young twink back then, Pops. Can't really blame the admiral.

*Everyone except Mav facepalms*

Mav: *sighs while muttering you cannot kill your child, you need 12 to make a full dozen* Given the withstanding silence, I'm going to make an educated guess and say it was a group effort. *the group starts to protest* which I do respect. I'm glad to see you each have each other's back. That being said, speak now or forever hold your piece.

*Everyone remains silent, though there are a lot of shifting eyes and suspicious looks traded.*

Mav: Then....you leave me no choice...*pauses dramatically to make eye contact with everyone* you are all banned from my house for an entire week-.

Everyone: WHAT THE FUCK!

*violent banging on a window can be heard from the break room and Mav looks up. Halo and Harvard are both holding up pieces of paper with the words "HELL NO!" & "YOU CAN'T DO THIS US!" angrily scribbled on each respectfully*

Mav: Hush! All of you! You all did something wrong and now you have to deal with the consequences of your actions - No, stop it, all of you, those eyes are not going to work on me.

Phoenix: Sir, hypothetically speaking, *Mav raises his eyebrow* if we were the ones to put up those pictures instead of Admiral Simpson, I would think you would find it funny too.

Mav: Oh, don't worry, Phe, I burst out laughing and couldn't stop for 10 minutes straight when I walked into his office. In fact, I almost passed out from lack of oxygen.

Phoenix: Then why-

Mav: My problem with all of this is that he won't give the photos back.

*stunned silence*

Bob: I-I'm sorry, sir, did you just say-

Mav: I said what I said. Cyclone won't give the photos back.

Rooster: *whispers what the fuckkkkk* Okay, well.... we can steal them back for you...

Mav: Nope, there is no redemption round for any of you. *he cocks his hip and points to everyone, including the people upstairs* Now, thanks to all of you ......I have no choice but to seduce Cyclone to get them back.

....

Daggers.exe has stopped working

Rooster: *faints but Fanboy catches him, but they both collapse on the ground*

Payback: *chokes on his spit and starts up a coughing fit*

Hangman, Phoenix, and Bob: *all have varying glazed looks of horror, with Jake's being the most horrified*

Payback: *in a raspy voice* S-Sir, you must be joking!

Mav: *with the most serious look they had ever seen* Did I stutter?

Hangman: What the hell..there's no reason for you to do so *mutters why would you even* we can sneak into his office after hours -

Mav: And risk more of Cyclone's wrath? I don't think so, Lieutenant.

Fanboy: *still on the ground holding the downed Rooster, lightly tapping his face to wake up* Sir, Why is it so important that you get those photos back?

Mav: Why is it so important? Why is it so important!? I'll tell you why it's so important! It's because there are only a handful of copies of those photos, those being included!

Hangman: *whispers* why do you even have-

Mav: And they were all Christmas gifts to specific people!

Hangman: *proceeds to faint just like Rooster, taking Payback down with him.*

Mav: *continues ranting* I don't know how you kids were able to get your hands on those photos, but now someone is missing their photos and I'm not keen on remaking them anytime soon. So, if you would all excuse me, I have to call my husband and explain to him why I need him to bring me my special change of clothes. *turns on his heel and struts away, missing Phoenix and Bob turning green with horror*

*He gets all the way to the Hanger but is stopped by Hondo and Warlock*

Hondo: Ugh *glances at the group of traumatized aviators, foaming at the mouth* Mav? What was all that about?

Mav: *gets that Look on his face* that, my friend, was the sound of 75 bucks making its way into my pocket.

Next >>>> The Aftermath 😳

[pollyna]

Phoenix is the first one to text to him because someone has to do something and everyone else is too scared to even think about that. It's a simple Admiral Kazansky, sir, this is Lieutenant Natasha Trace, callsign Phoenix, I'm sorry to bother but- and he's writing back the second the message is sent: What has he done this time? You know what, don't tell me. I'm already in the car.

The entire class feels like living in an alternative reality when Admiral Kazansky actually walks in to the class not even three minutes after the message, watches Captain Maverick and Vice Admiral Simspon with one of if legendary looks, and solve the situation without having to speak a single world. Simpson is profusely apologising because he shouldn't have made all that road for nothing and Maverick is watching the Admiral, right in the eyes, as if another different conversation taking place happening in the classroom.

The Vice Admiral is still talking and apologising when the Admiral just gives him his shoulder because yes, thank you Cyclone. You're dismissed and walking towards her. Thank you Lieutenant and Mav should by you a drink next time he's at the O-Club. She hopes her grama is watching over her because only her intervention could save her after she opens her mouth and instead of saying It was only my duty she says You should buy me a drink, Admiral. Oh fuck, now she is really really dead, she won't ever find another job, she'll have to change her name and find somewher- but Admiral Kazansky is laughing, in a strangley gently way, looking between her and Maverick. Yeah, yeah maybe I should.

And so Phoenix finds herself sitting down in their usual booth at the O-Club, Bob at her left and Admiral fuckin' Kazansky at her right, exchanging stories about Captain Mitchell and all the times he had to intervene to save his sorry sorry ass. All while Captain Maverick orders drinks and steal foods from Admiral Kazansky's plate.

[boasamishipper]

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[avi8tors]

Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

[writercole]

Words: 467 Warnings: Drinking A/N: @therebeccaw posted that picture and it sparked a bunny that she and @wildbornsiren fanned into a whole ass nest so...here. It kinda sucks, it's unbeta'd, and I want it posted before I go get the kids. Happy long weekend.

The band was in full swing as Admiral Beau Simpson took his spot on the Mardi Gras throne. It was an honor to be named king of the Bacchus parade in the city of New Orleans and Beau hadn’t wanted to turn it down. He wasn’t too crazy about the idea of the parade or the ball or the lines of women who wanted his attention. He was kind, though, civil, regal. 

Beau watched as the members of the krewe drank and danced, chatting among themselves in small groups as waiters passed with trays of champagne flutes. He sipped on his scotch as his eyes roamed the room, trying to find something to distract him, something to make this party less boring. 

A flash of silver caught his eye, a simple bangle catching the beam of one of the lanterns scattered around the dark room. He sat up straight, setting his glass down as he found the woman in the crowd again. Her hair was twisted into an elegant updo, showing off the slope of her neck and the bow that held her dress up. 

He stood on instinct and walked through the crowd, his eyes never leaving her frame. He felt eyes on him as he crossed the room but he never wavered in his mission. Finally, after what felt like ages, he was standing behind her. The friends she was talking to smirked and backed away, saying they’d catch up to her later. 

She spun around and found Beau behind her. She smiled and curtseyed, a mischievous look in her eyes when she stood.

“King Bacchus,” she greeted primly, a sly smile on her lips.

“You’re absolutely ravishing,” Beau complimented, “may I have this dance?”

She looked at his extended hand and placed hers in it, allowing him to lead her to the center of the dance floor just as a slow song started. Her breath hitched when he pulled her close to him, his firm chest pressing against her.

“You know, Beau,” she whispered, “you’ve made your appearance, you’ve given your speech. There’s nothing saying you can’t whisk me away right now.”

Beau’s eyebrow raised as he gazed down at her, his steps faltering as they stopped in the middle of their dance. “Is that right, kitten?”

“That’s right, your majesty,” she smirked. “Why don’t you show all these people who the real queen is?”

Beau’s eyes darkened as he dropped her hand, his large hands closing around her face and pulling her in for a searing kiss under the disco ball. Cheers and applause erupted around them as she melted into the kiss. He broke the kiss without warning, pulling back and watching her eyes flutter open.

“Ready?” he questioned as his hands drifted down her bare arms.

“Take me home, my king.”

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[kanonsarchivedblog]

You know what I haven't seen anyone talk about?

That scene where Maverick is arguing with Admiral Simpson, and how visibly surprised Beau is when Maverick says that he's there to teach them 'How to come home, sir.'

How Beau just sat back in his seat, visibly surprised and shocked.

'And how to-... How to come home.'

As if

That thought hadn't even crossed Beau's mind.

[callsign-magnolia]

For the 5 sentence NSFW ficlet:

Beau is so tender when making love with you.

Ooh, I've never written for Cyclone before! Let me see if I can do this!

Beau was always attentive in bed; he loved drawing all the little noises out of you; the moans, the whines, the gasps. You never knew what to expect with him though. Would he want you under him, knees pressed to your chest as he roughly thrust into you? Or would he rather pull you down onto his cock, legs shaking as you feel stuffed full of him? Either way, he always had the same thing to say, "My baby girl loves being full of my cock doesn't she?"

Well shit, I surprised myself with this one. 🥵

Send me a NSFW headcannon, and I'll write five sentences to go with it!

[quentinfiletmignon]

Jon Hamm as Beau "Cyclone" Simpson • 4x A5 • STABILO point 88 liners

[blazingstar29]

maverick vs cain

this has been in my head for a while and i need to get it out. okay idk if anyones got a gif of it or something but that scene with cain in TG:M in cain's office, the first shot is of that ring (annapolis naval academy ring?) but unless i'm mistake it is the same or very similar to the one iceman wears in tg 1986 and we saw a few close up's of that in his introductory scenes which makes me think that there is definitely stuff to be thought about when it comes to maverick's defiance against promotion. he wasn't allowed into the academy bc of his father (although in real life that wouldn't be the case?) anyway there's good premise for a fic about maverick resisting promotion not just because of his will to keep flying but because it feels like an old boys club he'll never be allowed into and will always be the butt of the joke. PLUS we saw from cyclone that there are still people around considering the hop 31 as Not An Accident and blame maverick so yeah in this essay i will