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Prompt Request: Sneak Peak

Not a Cyclone, But a Monsoon

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I got sent this amazing ask and I got started working on it before life decided to become ridiculous and get in the way off all of my writing time. So, I wanted to post a little sneak peak of it, as it is still in progress.

I hope you like it, @inkandarsenic !

"Is your father planning on coming to your graduation?" The question is so simple, the next plausible question after toasting to her Mother's life. Monsoon bristles at the question, her expression becoming impossibly more tight, pinched.

"He's uhm," The foam in the bottom of Monsoon's glass is the most interesting thing in the room. Tears are flooding her eyes again, and she's turning back to the shitty bar napkins in the even shittier dispenser. Cyclone knows his question hit a nerve based on how she is frantically pulling napkin after napkin out of the dispenser; and the Admiral's guilt swims to the surface. He is sure that the horizon of it can be seen in his iris's, if Monsoon were to look past the evident sadness that has made a home there. He's pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, blue in color and perfectly folded. He offers it to her and it's taken with a slightly shaky hand. 

"M.I.A. or AWOL?" Cyclone asks. There's a bit of humor to his question that neither of them comment on. 

"He went AWOL when I was seven," She doesn't take her eyes off the popping foam in the bottom of her glass, "Then I suppose he went M.I.A. three years later, when he stopped sending birthday cards," 

Cyclone hates the way her shrugs are all noncommittal and vaguely unbothered. He would have killed for a chance to raise his child, hell, he would move the Earth if that meant he even had a chance to do something. The fact that a man would walk out on his family, on his own child, it makes him sick. There is still something else Monsoon isn't saying; the way she chuckles is almost wax poetic with the way she rolls her eyes. Cyclone raises an eyebrow at her as he gestures to the bartended for two more on tap. 

"I was in Admiral Kazansky's office today," She chuckles again, eyes glassy and unfocused. Cyclone slides the new beer over to her. He brings his up to his lips as she breathes deeply, trying to order the words together in her head, words she can't believe she is about to say out loud. 

"There's a fucking picture of my father on his desk," Then she is downing the beer in quick, deep gulps. It's half gone before she sets it back down. Cyclone's brain is working on overdrive, swerving the hazy clouds of intoxication, searching for the mental picture of the Admiral's desk. Monsoon is chuckling in quiet disbelief, picturing the damn photo on his desk, her father and the Admiral shaking hands during their time at Top Gun. It makes her sick, really, but she doesn't need to say it based on the way her face feels, all contorted and ugly.

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This is sort of a request but I was thinking about Beau and Ally and wondering if they ever came close to calling it quits. I know after Syria things were tough but they pulled through. But it made me curious…would it have been a mission or case that almost pulled them apart? I don’t see it being another person simply because of how devoted they are to each other but work could definitely be “the other person”

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Featuring JAG's Harmon Rabb

When you break up with Beau, he’s four months into a deployment in Osaka and you’re in a JAG posting in Washington.  It’s his second deployment in as many years.

“I’m sorry, I’ve met someone else.” You tell him over the phone and his heart shatters into a thousand pieces. You refuse to tell him who but he has a couple of guesses.

You won’t pick up the phone to him after that and you don’t return his messages. For two months it’s radio silence.

When he returns home to San Diego he considers catching a flight out to Washington, to confront you, to try to change your mind but what’s the point? You’ve made it very clear it’s not him you want.

He’s been home less than three hours when your supervisor Lieutenant Colonel Commander Harmon Rabb turns up at his door. He’s dressed in civvies with a black leather jacket slung over his broad shoulders. Beau wants nothing more than to punch the smug son of a bitch in the face.

“My money was on Brumby.” He tells the other man, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “I never thought she’d leave me for you.”

“She didn’t leave you for anybody else.” Rabb tells him, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “She left you because she’s being court martialled.”

The news hits Beau like a brick because he can’t imagine what charges you could be facing. You’re diligent in your work, you obey orders, you have a calm and even temperament. He can’t imagine you ever crossing a line. The words that are coming out of Rabb’s mouth, they just don’t make sense.

He pulls open the door and tips his head towards the interior of the apartment indicating for Rabb to enter.  

“I think you best come in.”

***

The story Rabb tells, it isn’t a pretty one, it make Beau’s blood boil as it unfolds over a couple of bottles of beer.

The charges are assault on a superior officer.

You’re looking at up to ten years confinement, a deduction in pay and a dishonourable discharge for punching General Micheal Klein in the face.

He suddenly understands why you broke things off with him. Beau’s on the promotional track, he’s on his way to becoming a Captain. His affiliation with you could derail that completely. This way he’s safe, his career untainted by what you’ve done.

“She gave him a broken nose.” Rabb tells him as he takes a sip from his beer. “The problem is she won’t tell me what happened. All I’ve got are witnesses statements, she’s refusing to tell us her version of events. It’s like she’s completely shut down.”

“What do the witnesses statements say?” Beau asks, dreading the other man’s answer.

“Torn blouse, broken buttons.” Rabb says quietly.

There’s a fury in Beau, it’s a vengeful beast that rises up inside of him as he thinks of the circumstances that have led to this. He can’t imagine how frightened you must have felt, how terrified you must feel now.

“I suspect the General decided to get her before she got him.” Rabb tells Beau, his thumb picking at the label on the beer bottle. “He says she came onto him, got angry when he rejected her.”

“And what do you believe?” Beau asks the other man, his voice  barely more than a rasp.

“I think he attacked her.” Rabb tells him, his eyes reflecting the same quiet fury that simmers inside Beau’s chest. “And I think that she defended herself.”

“Can you prove it?” Beau asks him and Rabb shakes his head.

“Not without her statement and like I said, she won’t talk about it. I’ve tried everything I can think of but…”

He trails off and Beau looks away because psychologically he understands what you’re doing, why you’re doing it.

“Her father…” He says, feeling the emotion raise up in his throat. “His father used to hurt her, the response she’s having it’s trauma based. It must take her back…”

He can’t bear to say anything else. His heart is breaking all over again, for you, for what you’ve endured, both now and back then.

“I need you to come back to Washington with me.” Rabb says quietly. “I know what this could do to your career, your life…”

“It doesn’t matter.” Beau says, his voice raw as he rubs the back of his hand across his eyes. “Without Ally, none of it matters.”

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Last Line Game!

Rules: Share the last line you wrote and tag people

Thank you to @mamachasesmayhem for tagging me! Much love, my friend <3

Yea, I didn't stick to one line. My Bad

The One I Want: Part 6 - Jake Seresin x plus size!reader Story Masterlist here

“I just need to deal with this,” he interrupts. “I’ll get rid of her and then I’ll be home.”

Your breath catches at his wording. Get rid of her. You suddenly don’t care about the irritation swirling around the group or the stress on Jake’s face. Time slows. You’re shot back to a life you’ve been trying to forget. A life that had you so often discarded you'd learned to rid people of yourself before they could do it for you. 

“Does she deserve to be gotten rid of, Jake?” you ask, just above a whisper, for him and only him.

He flinches as if you slapped him, but he doesn't release you, and a bulge briefly forms in his throat before, bit by bit, the hurt infects the features of his face. He looks down to where his fingers are wrapped around your arms and squeezes, so light and gentle that you were not sensitive in the moment--hyperaware of every movement and sound--you wouldn't have felt it.

Then his hands slide down to your fingers. They stay there, the pads of his fingertips resting under yours, his thumb grazing along the nail of your index finger. When his eyes flick up to yours, he says, “I’ll explain later."

The woman is close enough now that you can see the harsh scrutiny in her gaze as she looks you up and down. It morphs into a glare when she notices Jake’s hands on you, and she picks up in speed.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Here we go

26. You felt secure, that's called a home

Jimmy Lanik or Sam Abrams or Beau Simpson

I gotta say I would love some domestic fluff with any of them

sending the love girl

It’s after your deployment to Italy that Beau decides he wants you to move in with him. It’s quick, he knows, between his deployments and yours the two of you have actually been in each other’s presence for almost a year at this point.

You’re in the shower when he removes the key he had made for you from his jacket pocket and places it on your pillow. He’s come to think of the entire left hand side of the bed as your space, including the nightstand. He hasn’t kept anything in it for months.

When you leave the bathroom, he feels himself stirring all over again. He had you just over an hour ago and now he wants you all over again. It’s never been like this with another woman, he’s never wanted someone as badly as he wants you. You’re wearing his Navy t shirt and a pair of his boxer shorts, a towel in your hand as you dab at your hair.

“I don’t want you to leave.” He finds himself telling you.

“I’m not planning to.” You tease as you toss your towel into the hamper. “You’re water pressure is so much better than mine.”

It’s then that you see the key resting on your pillow case, it glints in the light from the lamp as you pick it up and hold it between your fingers.

“You mean it.” You say softly as you study it.

It’s a shock for you he can tell. Up until now you’ve been the one steering the ship. You were the first one to say you wanted more, to say I love you…

Beau had felt all of these things, he couldn’t bring himself to admit it, because he hadn’t dared to hope that you would feel the same. He’s spent his entire childhood at the hands of an unpredictable, violent man. His worthlessness had been beaten into him from an early age. He thought he’d overcome it once he joined the Navy and started raising through the ranks but it’s always there in the back of his mind. That was until this morning when he’d woken up and realised he didn’t want to spend another night apart from you. You’d both known the deployments would be tough but it’s different when you’re the one being left behind.

“Ally.” He says quietly. “I don’t want to keep this a secret anymore. I want people to know we’re together, I want…”

He trails off before looking down at his hands, the truth is he doesn’t just want more, he needs it. A woman had come onto him while you were away, he’d been polite but she had been persistent. The guys he’d been with didn’t see the problem. He was single, highly ranked, why not have a bit of fun?

He hadn’t told them about you, you’d asked him not to. You’ve worked so hard to get to where you are and you’re not ready to jeopardise that, not for something that feels like he has one foot out of. He doesn’t want to do that anymore, he wants people to know that you’re his partner, that he loves you more than life itself. That’s what tonight is bout, showing you how dedicated he is, that there’s stability here, a home if you want it.

“I want that too Beau.” You tell him, clutching the key tightly in your hand. “I want everyone to know how lucky I am.”

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TheGeneral!Series Part Three: Choices

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Beau doesn’t sleep. Instead he lies awake next to you and fantasises about the ways in which he can murder General Klein and get away with it. Each one becomes increasingly more violent until the clock hits four am and he forces himself up and out of the sheets.

His body moves on automatic, putting the laundry into the machine, throwing away the trash, washing the dishes. It feels like he’s in a dream, a horrifying, maddening dream.

When you come out the bedroom, you’re clad his hoody, the one that he was wearing last night. He knows it brings you comfort so he doesn't say anything.

Last night was the first time you’d acknowledged what happened to you, the first time you’d talked about it. It had been like a dam breaking. All that rage, that hurt, that devastation it flooded out of you in a rush. You'd cried yourself to sleep, your entire body tucked against his.

Your hair is still damp from the shower, it falls loosely across your features as you slide into the stool across from him at the breakfast island, your chin coming to rest on your arms. He mirrors your posture, his eyes on yours.

“What do you want to do?” He asks you and you bury your face into your arms. “Ok, well you can’t do that forever.”

“I can.” You tell him and he smiles just a little because this behaviour, it’s the first glimpse he’s seen of the real you since arriving in Washington.

“Ok so we stay here and we do this forever.” He says softly. “Just me and you in this kitchen, fuck anybody else.”

You huff out a laugh and it is the sweetest sound.

You tilt you head up to look at him and he busies himself with putting the kettle on and withdrawing two mugs from the cupboard. He makes a note to go shopping later on because there’s barely any food in the cupboards, he guesses you’ve barely been out of the apartment since it happened. That and the anxiety would explain the weight you’ve lost.

“If I do this.” You say, fingers toying with the bracelet on your wrist. “Then everybody will know what he did to me, they’ll never look at me the same way.”

Beau sighs as he pours the water from the kettle into each of the mugs, he’s chosen chamomile tea, something to sooth both your nerves.

“If you don’t do this, you’re facing up to ten years confinement and you’re life falls apart in a different way.” He says frankly as he sets the mug down in front of you. “You can’t get the help you need, you have no job, everything else you’ve worked so hard for…”

He trails off because he worries that he’s being too harsh but the truth is you need to see the reality of this situation. This isn’t going away and the longer you try to ignore it, the worse it gets.

“I will support you whatever you choose to do.” He tells you, slipping back into the stool across from you. You wrap your hands around your mug, your gaze coming fixating on the steam as it emits from the liquid. “If you want to fight this I’m game, if it’s too much, then I’m here too. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

“What I want is for none of this to have ever happened.” You tell him, your thumbs chasing over the floral pattern on the porcelain.

“But it did happen.” He says gently, his hands coming to rest on yours. “And we need to start dealing with that.”

“I know.” You say quietly, your eyes flickering up to meet his. “That’s why I need you to call Harm. I need him to come over and take my statement.”

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Patience: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader (NSFW)

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Companion piece to:

First Time

Prequel to the Deployment!Series

The first time with Beau is life changing.

There’s an intensity in this man that goes far beyond his rank and uniform and he brings that energy to bed with him. You expect it to be quick, clothes torn off as soon as you enter the room, fucking on top of the comforter. That’s what all of your other experiences have taught you.

Beau takes his time. He spends an age kissing you, his thumb tracing over your jawline, his firm body covering yours as he learns the taste, texture and feel of your lips. It does something to you, it instils a sense of security you’ve never had before, it makes you feel wanted, it makes you feel loved. It’s too soon to be tossing that word around even though you know it’s true. You’ve been in love with Beau since that night in the bar, when he’d slipped into the barstool alongside of you and commended your work on the Edwards case.

“Patience.” He smiles against your lips when you whine into his mouth. “I want to make the most of the time we have together.”

He has you needy and desperate already, and he hasn’t removed a single item of clothing.

Beau takes you apart over a series of hours, stripping away one item of clothing at a time, exploring your bare skin before he divests you of the next garment and then the next. He’s thorough, mapping out every inch of you with this fingertips and tongue.

You follow his lead, undressing him slowly. Your fingers chase over the planes of muscle, tracing over those scars with reverence. You want to ask but you don’t get a chance because he’s kissing you all over again, drowning out every thought in your head.

“Beau…” You whisper as his skin presses against yours.

“I know baby, I know.” He says as his lips brush over yours and, in that moment, you know he feels it too.

When he sinks into you, it’s perfect. The thoughts rush out of your head and there’s only him and that overwhelming, euphoric sensation that chases through your veins. His palms skate over your thighs, hitching them just a little bit higher on his hips. It changes the angle, driving him deeper, his cock raking over that deviant little spot inside of you. He’s slow with his love making, tender, rolling his hips until their flush with yours before withdrawing and starting all over again.

It’s ruinous, the way he loves you. He builds you up, each wave of pleasure washing over you until you’re tightening around him, fingertips digging into shoulders as the ecstasy claims you. His hand grasps your jaw, guiding your mouth back to his and drinking down your bliss as he spills himself inside of you.

The kissing doesn’t stop, he keeps you there pinned underneath him prolonging the moment for as long as he can because Beau, he’s shipping out tomorrow and he needs you for as long as he can have you.

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Can you do #3- for once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts for Beau? This made me think of him and Ally!

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Syria!Series:

Part One: Syria - You're stuck on the otherside of the world when Beau's captured in Syria.

Part Two: In Sickness & Health - Beau eventually makes it home.

Part Three: Catch 22 - Beau struggles to cope in the aftermath of Syria.

Part Four: The Bottle, The Bullet Or This... - Beau is forced to confront his demons.

Things start to change. The weight on Beau’s shoulders, it gets a little lighter. He engages more these days, takes the time to ask you about your day, to actually listen. Bottles stop disappearing from the drink’s cabinet. He shaves on a regular basis.

There are bad days too, days where he’s too anxious to leave the house, where he can’t vocalise his needs, so you give him a little space. You’re here if he needs, it’s important that he knows that.

Solomon drags him out for a run at least twice a week. The first time he barely makes it a mile but that pain he feels burning in his calves, it’s cathartic. He manages to outrun the thoughts in his head, the demons and that’s what drives him out the next time and then the next.

One evening you come home to find him standing in the kitchen, in front of the stove cooking his mother’s pasta sauce, something he hasn’t done for a long time even before Syria.

“I don’t know why but I just had a craving for it.” He tells you as he adds the chopped peppers.

The table is already for two, the good silver and the plates you use especially for guests. You can’t recall the last time you shared a meal together. It takes you back to the nights before his  deployment. You’d come home from working late and he would be in the kitchen. He’d give you that smile, the one that made you fall in love with him in the first place before ushering you off to the shower.

“I’m still a work in progress.” He tells you over dinner, his hand reaching out across the table and taking yours.

You stare down at it because this is the first time he’s touched you in months and it feels for a moment that you have your husband back, that the man you love is sitting right across from you.

“Maybe I’ll always be a work in progress.” He tells you with the hint of a smile as his thumb tracing over your knuckles. “But I have never stopped loving you, I’m sorry if I’ve made you think otherwise these last few months.”

“Beau…” You whisper, your eyes flickering up to meet his. “We’re gonna be ok you know?”

He squeezes your hand, his eyes stinging because he’s been afraid up until now, terrified that he’d fucked up the only good thing in he’s ever had in his life.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice breaking as he speaks. “Thank you for loving me, for not giving up on me when I needed you the most. ”

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hi! can i request Taylor Swift Mixtape Prompt #45 - Clandestine meetings and longing stares with Beau “Cyclone” Simpson please? Thank you! 💕

The First Time Series:

The First Time - How it starts.

Patience (NSFW) - Beau takes his time with you.

North Carolina - A car accident leads Beau to ask an important question.

After that first night Beau and you keep your relationship quiet.

You both understand the pitfalls of dating a superior officer. It doesn’t matter that you work in different divisions, that you’re highly commended and well accomplished, it’s you that will catch the flack.

Ambitious, they’ll call you.

It’s a veiled word for bitch or slut.

Beau fucking despises it.

It’s the times he runs into you on base that Beau finds the hardest because he has to resist the compulsion to reach out for you, to touch you. He has to pretend that he doesn’t know what it sounds like when you’re in the throes of passion, that he hasn’t left love bites underneath the collar of your shirt.

It goes on like this for over a year until you have to make a decision about your next posting. He tries to give you a little space because it’s a difficult choice, you could go anywhere in the world, and he doesn’t want to be the reason you make a decision that you regret.

“Victims Support Services.” You tell him one night in a hotel room in San Diego. “It’s close, on base…”

“Ally,” He says softly as he turns to face you. You’re sitting up naked in bed, the sheets covering your assets as your back rests against the headboard. “I’m being deployed to Germany next month.”

“Oh.” You say and something in your heart just breaks because you’ve done something you’ve never done before, you’ve started to plan a future, you’ve put someone else ahead of yourself.

You say nothing as you slip out from underneath the sheets and head into the bathroom. You turn on the shower, the heated water raining down on you, drowning out all the noise in your head.

That’s how you learn not to choose love over your career, that duty must always come first.

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The First Time - Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

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Prequel to the Deployment!Series:

Propriety (NSFW) - All thoughts of propriety goes out of the window when Beau finds you in his office.

Rumours - Beau doesn't realise there's a rumour about him.

Disengage - Beau discovers your secret.

Stalemate - The stalemate between you and Beau breaks when he recieves some news.

Absence - Beau misses you.

The First Month - Beau struggles through the first month apart.

Home - You finally make it home to Beau.

Darlin (NSFW) - You and Beau spend a little time together.

The first time Beau saw you; you were prosecuting an Ensign under his command who was accused of smuggling coke through produce in the kitchens. Against Beau’s advice the idiot had elected for a court martial. You had eviscerated his case; it was both beautiful and painful to watch.

He'd ran into you that night at a bar just off base. The two of you had shared a drink after he’d congratulated you on your success. You’d been surprised by his candour, Evans was an idiot he told you, he deserved everything he got. It was a refreshing attitude from a commanding officer, they usually gave you both barrels. He’d put you in a cab at the end of the evening because his mama raised a gentleman, and he wanted to see you home safe.

“I enjoyed tonight.” You tell him, lingering in the open door of the vehicle. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

He gives you that handsome smile and that’s when it happens.

It feels like a lightning strike, a spike of adrenalin searing straight through your nerves. In that moment you want to kiss him, run your fingers through his hair, strip away his shirt and find out what’s underneath but you don’t.

You lie in bed that night, staring at the ceiling wishing you’d taken that shot before you ship out again.

You run into each other a couple of times after that. It always ends the same way, the two of you propping up the bar at the end of the night, heads bowed together laughing. There’s no one that makes you smile as much as Beau, and you adore it.

Things change in Norfolk. You’re doing a two-year rotation as a defence attorney when you meet up with him at a bar off base.

“What’s it like playing for the other side?” He asks you.

You're sitting in a quiet corner away from the hustle and bustle of the other patrons, sharing a pitcher and a basket of fries. The atmosphere is low key, relaxed. It’s easy being with you, there’s no airs and graces, you’re just a woman and he’s just a man, rank doesn’t come into it. His knee bumps against yours underneath the table, you don’t move away. It’s a sign he thinks, you like him just as much as he likes you.

“I don’t really view it as that.” You tell him, dipping your fry in some ketchup. “I like representing service members, it’s different focusing on the needs of the individual. These people are facing the biggest challenges of their life and having me on their side gets them some relief in one way or another. It’s humbling how grateful some people are to have someone actually fighting for them. A lot of them don’t have a lot of faith in the system and I get that. It’s imperfect.”

“That’s an interesting way of looking at it.” He says leaning back in his seat, his evergreen eyes coming to focus on you.

“And I suppose you think the government’s infallible?” You ask him with a sardonic tone. “That there’s never any mistakes or grey areas.”

He picks up his beer and considers your point. It’s the first time someone’s challenged his thinking and he finds it refreshing. He thinks about all the shit he’s seen throughout his career. The shit he’s done in the name of his country. The system isn’t perfect, he’s seen that for himself. There was a sailor last year who was court marshalled for going AWOL, the reason she had gone AWOL was due to a sexual assault, perpetrated by the very people worked alongside. She’d had her trauma challenged and dragged through the court room, before she received a dismissal. It was fucking nauseating.

“No, I don’t.” He admits, shaking his head. “I think it’s a good thing they have someone like you on their side.”

You can tell he means it; he has that haunted look in his eyes. The law isn’t always right, it’s why you took this assignment in the first place. You wanted to see both sides of the table, find your place in it all.

It’s raining heavily when the two of you step outside, you linger in the doorway as you tug your hair out of your jacket. He smiles, reaching out to help you, his fingertips brushing a stray strand back behind your ear.

“Beau.” You say quietly, your fingers smoothing out the collar of his jacket. “How long are we going to keep doing this?”

His eyes capture yours, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he leans in close.

“If I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” He tells you.

“Maybe I don’t want you to.” You murmur, your fingertips chasing along the line of his jaw. “Maybe I want this as much as you do.”

He kisses you then, his heated mouth brushing over yours and in that moment you’re lost. Your fingers tangle in his hair, his firm body pressing against you as you deepen the kiss, your tongue dipping into his mouth. He moans and that fucking sound sends a wildfire chasing up through your synapses. You want him, more than you’ve ever wanted anything.

He draws away unwillingly, his gaze on your swollen lips as his thumb chases over the outline of your mouth.

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks you, his head tilting towards the hotel across the street.

“Yea.” You whisper against his lips. “Yea I do.”

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The First Month: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

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Deployment!Series:

Propriety (NSFW) - All thoughts of propriety goes out of the window when Beau finds you in his office.

Rumours - Beau doesn't realise there's a rumour about him.

Disengage - Beau discovers your secret.

Stalemate - The stalemate between you and Beau breaks when he recieves some news.

Absence - Beau misses you.

The first month is always the hardest. The scent of your shampoo still clings to your pillow, flooding his senses when he tries to sleep. He decides to wash the sheets, get a fresh start and instead finds himself mourning the loss. The house feels empty without you in it, your presence slowly fading from his existence. 

It’s like this in the beginning, a constant stream of sadness and agitation. Communication is always spotty during this time, your messages sporadic, coming through at odd times of the day. The distance stretches and Beau feels restless and out of sync.

He plans to spend the weekend burying his head in work, but his plans are interrupted at 8pm in the evening when Warlock turns up at his door followed by Maverick and several other members of the Dagger Squad.

Poker night, Warlock informs him as chaos rains down on his kitchen. It’s a flurry of noise and activity. Bob, Rooster, Phoenix and Hangman are all shit talking each other as Maverick sets up the poker chips with a smile on his face. Beau knows their Captain is going to wipe the floor with them. He’s seen him in the field, that man doesn’t blink. Already they’re in his cupboards, removing glasses, seeking out plates and dealing hands. Beau likens it to when your nephews come over and invade the place, they’re in and out of everything, running around being boisterous.

“Ally set this up?” He asks Warlock, his palm rubbing across his jaw.

The other man inclines his head and Beau sighs because you know him far too well. He struggles the most during that first weekend, there’s always an abundance of free time and he never knows what to do with himself. He gets stuck in his own head, trapped in that destructive emotional cycle.

When he steps into the kitchen, he picks up the bottle of whisky Rooster brought and scowls at the label.

“I’ll get the good stuff.”

The night devolves after that, into a haze of cigar smoke and bourbon.

***

Beau wakes up the next morning with a pounding head and a scratchy throat from the cigars. He’s barely taken a sip of his coffee before his doorbell rings, and he’s greeted by Jake clad in athletic wear with an enthusiastic Belgian Malinois called Cujo. My partner’s K9, he reminds Beau, because they apparently, they spoke about that last night when he agreed to go running first thing in the morning. He has no memory of the conversation.

It's a slog, Beau feels fucking terrible for the first couple of miles. It’s only when he gets past the third one that he starts to feel anywhere normal. He manages to keep pace with Jake and Cujo the rest of the way around the track before he makes it back to the house with an invite to a cookout later that afternoon.

“I’ll see if I can make it.” He tells Jake.

He realises he has no choice when Warlock turns up on his doorstep with a cooler full of steaks. Beau snatches up another bottle from the drink’s cabinet, before heading out because his mama raised him right and it isn’t polite to turn up to a gathering without a gift.

He spends the evening sipping Diet Coke and playing tug with Cujo, because he can’t face another hangover and once that dog takes a liking to you, there’s no chance of being left alone. The same can be said for the Daggers, he’s barely had a second to himself and he’s grateful for it. He finds himself sitting on the porch at the end of the night, the sun setting in the distance and the air cooling.

Jake drops down beside him, his palm running over Cujo’s head as the dog rags at the toy in Beau’s hand.

“Thanks.” Beau says distractedly, tightening his grip on the rope. “For this morning, and for tonight.”

Acknowledging his feelings doesn’t come naturally to him, neither does admitting he needs a little help. The people around him though they see it, they give a shit about him and about you. He thinks it was show and tell that did it, he gave them insight into his life outside of his position and he became a person instead of just another officer. They adopted him after that, he became part of their pack.

Noone talks about how isolating his job can be, you’re trained not to show weakness, to hide your vulnerabilities. You manifest that prerogative, make it a part of yourself. That’s who he is when you’re not around, it’s his survival technique. This weekend has shown him he doesn’t need to be like that, that he has a support network, that he can lean on other people if he needs to.

“Anytime.” Jake says, his elbows resting on his knees as he gazes out across the garden. “Can I ask you something?”

“That depends on what it is.” Beau says, inclining his head towards the other man to show that he’s listening.

“How did you know?” Jake asks him, his eyes coming to rest upon his partner Jenna as she stands in the midst of a conversation with Rooster, waving her hands animatedly as she laughs.

Beau doesn’t need any context, he knows what’s being asked. It’s the first time he’s thought about you over the past couple of hours and he feels a pang in his chest because it’s only been a few days, but he misses you so fiercely he aches. The silence stretches on as he considers his answer.

“We took a trip once, up to her sisters. She used to have this beaten-up old car, a real junker. It drove me crazy; I was terrified it would break down somewhere in the middle of the night and she’d end up stranded.” He tells Jake, shaking his head at the memory because he really fucking hated that car. “Anyway, we’re on the way back and it is pouring down with rain, I can barely see three feet ahead of me and the tire blows. It sent the car into a spin. I swear I thought the both of us were going to die…”

He remembers that moment, the panic that rushed through his nervous system as he gripped the wheel so hard, he had the indentations imprinted on his skin in the aftermath. He knew what to do in a situation like that, slide the gears into neutral, steer into the skid but he saw that tree coming up on your side and the thought of what could happen…

It had scared the living shit out of him.

“I managed to get it under control before we hit the tree, but I have never felt fear like that. I didn’t give a shit if something happened to me but to her…” he trails off because even now the thought feels too terrible to consider. “I proposed to her there and then because I couldn’t stand the idea of not having her in my life, she means too much to me. I’d been thinking about it for a while, but that really solidified it.”

“It happened to me.” Jake says quietly as he sips from his beet bottle. “When my plane almost went down a few days ago, before I passed out, I just had this regret sitting in my chest. I should have asked her; I should have taken that step.”

“And yet you haven’t.” Beau points out.

“You’ve read my file.” The young Lieutenant says, and Beau knows what he’s talking about. In care from the age of seven because his parents were a couple of meth heads, straight into the Navy in the aftermath. He has fought and clawed his way up the ladder to get where he is. He can’t imagine the emotional toll that must take on a person, to live your formative years being unloved, unwanted.

Don’t come to me looking for a father figure, he wants to say. I don’t know any better.

His own was a gambler, who threw away everything including his marriage and his family. Beau hasn’t spoken to his dad in years, he has no idea where the other man is and that’s the way he likes it.  

However now there’s this kid sitting next to him, one that’s looking for guidance and Beau realises at some point Jake has become one of his people. Someone he actually gives a shit about.

Fuck… he thinks. When did that happen?

“You’re past is not your present.” Beau tells him. “And it is certainly not your future.”

He thinks of you, how far you’ve come from that girl who thought she was going to live and die in a mining town in Idaho. The one whose parents were convinced she was going to marry the boy next door and spit out a couple of kids. You’d had no future and no opportunities until that Navy Recruiter had come through. He can’t imagine the life he would have lived if he’d never met you.

“You deserve to be happy Jake, and Jenna makes you happy.” Beau says frankly. “It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that.”

Jake nods his head, his thumb chasing over the label of the beer bottle in his hand.

“Thank you.” Jake utters, before taking a sip form his beer bottle. “I mean it. Shit like this, it’s hard for me to talk about.”

“Yea, I know a thing or two about that.” Beau says, rubbing the space behind Cujo’s ears that makes the dog’s tail wag. “Things weren’t great before Ally left, I wasn’t around…” He trails off.

“The mission.” Jake says knowingly.

“Yea.” Beau says frankly before pausing. “I feel like I wasted the time she was here by being mad at her over the deployment. By the time I got my head on straight I was already shipping out. We haven’t spoken much since then, the signal’s spotty out there. I wish I could tell her that I’m sorry, that I love her, that I’m proud of her for taking this step for the two of us. For doing what I couldn’t.”

“Do you think she doesn’t know what already?” Jake asks him, setting his beer down on the decking alongside of him. “The two of you have been through what four of these since you’ve been together?”

“This is her fifth.” Beau tells the other man, leaning back as he watches the sun start to disappear beyond the horizon.

“Fuck.” Jake says, his elbows come to rest on his knees as Cujo wrenches the toy from Beau’s hand and lopes towards Jenna to show off his prize. “My point is you’ve got through it before; you’ll get through it again.”

“Yea.” Beau says as he watches the dog drop the toy at Jenna’s feet. “Let’s hope so.”

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Syria!Series Part Three: Catch 22 - Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

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Syria!Series:

Part One: Syria - You're stuck on the otherside of the world when Beau's captured in Syria.

Part Two: In Sickness & Health - Beau eventually makes it home.

Beau doesn’t sleep. He sits up on the couch watching late night television until the sun comes up. When he does drop off, it’s for thirty-minute intervals. He wakes up with his heart pounding, his nerves jangling because he dreams he’s back in that storage container in Syria, hearing Zahir’s screams in his ears. He feels the blister of the flame across his skin as they heat up the skewers, they used to pierce his flesh, each one drilling into him. He sees the flash of a blade in the darkness, his own blood splashing across the metal floor, he hears the drip of it rebounding through his skull.

He barely eats, barely speaks. Most times he doesn’t even look at you, his gaze just stays firmly fixed to the screen in front of him.

“How’s he doing?” Solomon asks you, one morning over coffee.

The two of you are sitting in your office, sharing the pastries that he bought especially for the occasion. He’s been checking in for weeks now, ever since he dropped Beau off home. The bond they both have is forged in jet fuel and blood, they’ve always been there for each other ever since flight school. Besides you, he is the only other person who will go to the ends of the earth and back for Beau.

“He’s depressed, anxious.” You tell him, pulling at the pastry, the flakes falling into the napkin on your lap. “I don’t know how to get through to him.”

Solomon rubs his hands together, dusting off his palms into your bin.

“What about you?”

“I started seeing a shrink.” You admit, wrapping your hands around the coffee mug. “I’m scared that everytime I close my eyes he’s going to disappear, that I’m going to lose him again and I…”

You trail off, your gaze straying to the window because you can already feel that constriction in your chest, the one you always feel when you go down this rabbit hole.

“Does he know?” Solomon asks you and you shake your head.

“No, I don’t want to put that on him.” You tell him as you exhale, your eyes starting to sting.

Solomon sighs before leaning forward.

“Maybe you should. If he sees you’re getting help maybe he will too.” He suggests, clasping his hands together. “Beau is one of the strongest people I know but he’s stubborn and he struggles when it comes to mental health. His father, the way he grew up…” His jaw tenses as he meets your eyes. “You know what I’m talking about.”

You aren’t the only one whose father whose beat on you. Beau’s father along with being an ex-Marine, was a gambler and an alcoholic. When he lost, Beau was an easy target. His father humiliated, berated, slapped, punched, kicked. Beau took it all, because if it was happening to him it wasn’t happening to his mother, who was struggling to put food on the table and keep the house.  He never said a word to her about what he was enduring, he knew the weight that would put upon her shoulders. So, he kept his mouth shut and he endured every single beating his father doled out.

“Yea,” You tell Solomon as you clasp the coffee cup to your chest. “I think about it all of the time these days.”

The comparisons to now and then, the powerlessness of both situations, the physicality of it. It runs a lot deeper than what happened to him in Syria, it taps into something visceral, an emulation of his past. Right now Beau is that scared little boy, torn between the horrific things that happened to him back them and the torture he suffered in Syria. You realise he’s stuck, reliving his past, trapped in the present. He doesn’t know what the future looks like more, he can’t hope to look towards it because it doesn’t exist to him.

“We need a plan.” You tell Solomon. “We can’t keep going about this the way we have been.”

Solomon smiles because now you’re speaking his language. He hates feeling useless and if he can do anything to help Beau he will, he’d happily follow the other man through his world and the next.

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

***

When you come home that night Beau is sitting on the couch in exactly the same place as you left him. His gaze is distant, far away. You can tell he’s not watching the TV, not really. The images might be passing before his eyes but he’s not seeing them. He’s in his head again, reliving something that you’re not a part of.

You sit down beside him, but he doesn’t acknowledge your presence, he simply stares eyes unblinking. You reach out, bridging the gap between the two of you, your hand clasping his.

“Beau.” You say softly and it draws him back to the present. He tilts his head towards you, his dark eyebrows furrowing into a frown.

“Ally?” He murmurs before his gaze strays down to your hand.

“Where were you?” You ask him.

He raises his eyes to the ceiling for a minute.

“Syria.” He tells you before swallowing hard. “A storage container in the desert.”

It’s the first time he’s told you this detail, he doesn’t talk about what happened to him overseas. Everything you know has come from Solomon.

“How often do you back there?” You ask him.

You see his jaw tense as he swallows hard. You hear him inhale, it’s a sharp intake of breath and you realise that he’s trying to keep himself together right now because inside Beau is falling apart.

“It feels like I never left.” He says, his voice breaking.

“Beau.” You say quietly, drawing his attention back to you. “You can’t live like this. You need help, professional help.”

He pulls away and you know in that moment you’ve lost him, that he’s withdrawing from you all over again. You reach into your pocket and remove a fluorescent green post it. There’s a time and a place written in it. You push it into his hand, and he stares at it confused.

“You have an appointment with my counsellor tomorrow.” You tell him as you raise to your feet. “I’d like for you to go.”

“And if I don’t?” He asks you.

You can hear the challenge in his voice. He’s already going through the worse thing in his life, what more can you do besides leave and that’s a Catch 22, in itself.

“You know how this ends Beau; we both do. The bullet, the bottle or this…” You say gesturing at the post it in his hand. “It’s your call.”

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Maverick has a daughter that he hasn’t seen since she was six/seven and hasn’t even sent a birthday card to since she was 10. He was too busy spending all his free time with Bradley and being the father figure Bradley lost. 18 years later, Mav’s daughter is an aviator in the new Top Gun class that the Dagger Squad is instructing. Mav didn’t even know she was in the Navy at all, and she wants nothing to do with him or Bradley outside of work. Bonus points if Cyclone has become her father figure and it makes Mav a little jealous

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