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callsign-peach · 1 year

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Signs

request(s): A fic where ur maverick’s daughter and roosters best friend and Jake tries to hit on you but fails? + Can I request something where Jake is dating someone deaf? I don’t see a lot of representation and I feel like there should be more! Thx!

warnings: i'm not deaf, so there will most likely be inaccuracies, but i did take asl in high school and have kept in contact w/ some Deaf classmates

a/n: sign language is in italics, written out in english rather than asl format ---- Bradley waited for Pete to finish with the newest class of Top Gun students, knee bouncing as he sat in one of the empty seats.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?"

Bradley rolled his eyes at his wingman, and Jake narrowed his eyes. "This the same reason why Maverick cancelled training for tomorrow?"

At the mention of his name, the Captain walked into the room, flight suit tied around his waist. "What did I do?"

"Rooster's gonna bounce a hole into the floor, all I asked is if it was the same reason you're letting the new guys off the hook tomorrow?"

Pete nodded, grabbing his eyes. "It is. Come on, kid. We're gonna be late."

Bradley waisted no time, hopping up and following his godfather out of the room.

Jake stared at the two retreating men. "See you tomorrow, I guess!"

Hours later, the go-to drinking hole near base was filing up as usual.

"What's on tap tonight, Penny my dear?" Jake asked, sauntering into The Hard Deck.

The older woman looked up from where she was drying glasses, soft smile on her face. "Same as usual, Jake."

The aviator thought for a moment, before ordering his usual. "Hey, do you know why Rooster was all anxious today? Could barely keep up with the drills."

"I do, yes."

"Why?"

"Oh no, not getting an answer out of me that easily. They'll tell you when they want you to know. Now," Penny nodded over to Javy near the dartboard, "I think you're needed over by the back."

Jake huffed, taking his pint and going over to his best friend. "Hey, you ready to lose?"

The two men played a couple rounds of darts before the rest of the Dagger squad arrived, the group starting their usual game of pool.

"There he is!" Mickey cheered, thankful Bradley had shown up. "Finally, someone who can rival Phoenix at pool."

Bradley snorted, taking the cue from his friend's hand. "How many games you lose, Fanboy?"

"Too many." The shorter aviator frowned, going to the bar to grab another round.

Jake was distracted, eyeing up the woman who had walked into the bar a few moments after his friend. "I'll be right back."

No one seemed to hear him, so he nodded his head and dipped from the group, going to introduce himself to the mystery woman.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked.

No response, not even a pity smile.

Jake sighed, wracking his mind to figure out if he had seen this woman on base, with another aviator or sailor, anything to explain her lack of response.

"Okay, no drink, anything on the food menu you like?" Jake asked, presuming the woman wasn't into drinking.

Still no response, so he nodded to himself and made the walk of shame back to his friends, who had since noticed his disappearance.

"She give you the cold shoulder?" Rueben asked, laughing at his friend.

Bradley had a smirk on his lips as he brought his beer bottle to his lips. "Nice one, Bagman."

"Like you could do any better, Bradshaw." Jake shot back, finishing off his beer.

"I'm sure I could, but not with her."

"Why?" Mickey asked, always ready for gossip among the aviators.

Bradley was silent for a moment. "That's Mav's daughter, closest thing to a sister I have. So," Bradley set his bottle on the table. "I'd rather go through Coffin Corner again than ask her out."

"Maverick has a daughter? Since when?" Mickey voiced the question everyone but Bradley was thinking.

"Since her mom dumped her at Mav's place when she was three." Bradley's voice lacked emotion. "I'll never forget when he first showed up with her, thought my mom was going to lose her mind right then and there."

Not knowing how to change the topic subtly, Bob was the first one to speak up, asking if anyone wanted to rack the balls for a new game. --- Tying his flight suit around his waist, Jake started walking over to the hangar where he knew Pete would be, hoping to get advice on some improvements for his next module for the Ensigns.

He stopped when he saw the man standing in front of his own plane, hands moving rapidly.

"Oh." Jake mumbled softly, wishing he had been anywhere else, not about to break up what appeared to be an argument.

Pete turned his head when he heard Jake accidentally kick an abandoned wrench. "Hangman?"

"Could I talk to you for a second, Mav? If you have time, no rush." Jake spoke quickly, eyes dancing between the two, noticing the similarities of father and daughter.

"Yeah, yeah, just-" Pete signed something to his daughter, who huffed and stormed away, eyes catching Jake's for a brief moment.

"What's up?" Pete asked, wiping his hands on the rag in his pocket, some oil sticking to his knuckles.

"I was going over the plan that you said we could use for the new guys, and I noticed some stuff was different than what Admiral Kane wants them to know."

Pete stared at the young aviator. "Is there a reason why you came to me rather than just going to ask Kane?"

Not having a good reply, Jake opened his mouth before clamping it shut.

"That was my daughter." Pete explained, nodding to the open hangar doors.

"Yeah, Bradshaw mentioned it the other night. I didn't know you had a daughter."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Hangman." Pete spoke, voice clipped. "Just- for the plans, put in whatever Kane wants to add. That's what I do."

Jake nodded, thanking his superior. "Thanks, Mav." --- You watched as Bradley thanked the barista, taking the two cups from him and walking back over to the table you had claimed when you walked in.

"A coffee for you." Bradley said, setting one cup down on the table, taking a long sip from the other.

Who's the blonde guy you fly with? You asked, wasting no time with small talk. You had known the man across from you for almost your entire life, you knew he was always going to say he was doing fine.

Bradley coughed on the coffee, setting down his cup. Why?

I asked first. Who is he?

"No one you need to concern yourself with." Bradley spoke as he signed, a habit of his. "His callsign's Hangman. He's known for leaving his wingman."

The callsign was familiar to you, your dad having mentioned him after the uranium mission. He's the one who saved you and Dad. Why do you hate him?

"I don't hate him, but I don't particularly like him, either." Bradley took another swig from his drink. "Again, why do you want to know who he is?"

Shrugging, you brought the coffee to your lips. Curiosity.

Bradley knew you well enough to guess where the conversation was heading. "He's going to break your heart, he's not one to settle down."

Doesn't hurt to ask. Will he be at the bar?

"Yes, why?" Bradley asked, not liking where this conversation was going.

You're going to introduce me, I want to know the guy who saved the lives of the two most important people in my life.

"Fine, but not just to him. That'll be too weird. You can meet everyone." Bradley wagered, smiling when you relented to his ask. --- Bradley chewed on his lip as he waited for your Lyft to drop you off outside the bar.

Both he and Pete had offered to drive you over to the bar, but they both had to be on-base all day, and you had spent the day in San Diego, so a ride-share made the most sense.

“Hey, Rooster, why don’t you get a beer, she’ll text you when she’s here.” Pete joined his godson outside.

“I’m good.”

“Bradley.” Pete looked at the younger aviator. “She can handle herself, has been for a while now.”

Growing up, Bradley had been your guardian angel, so-to-speak. He was in the grade above you, and was a force to be feared when the kids at school made fun of you.

“She still like ciders?” Bradley asked, standing from where he was hunched, leaning on the railing.

“Oh yes, first thing she asked for after you dropped us off.”

Bradley laughed, going in to order two hard ciders.

---

You smiled at the driver as you got out of the car, making sure you had your phone and purse before closing the door.

You had texted Bradley that you were in front, but assuming he was with his friends, you didn’t wait for him to greet you.

Pulling the door open, you were met with the smell of stale alcohol and multiple colognes, creating a unique smell you hadn’t realized you missed.

Penny smiled from the bar, nodding her head over to the corner where you noticed Bradley’s distinct Hawaiian shirt.

Sending her a smile, you made your way over, moseying around a few khaki-clad men and women.

Bradley spun around when he felt a tap on his shoulder, face breaking out into a wide smile.

“Hey, you made it!” He greeted you, handing you the hard cider that he had gotten a few minutes ago.

Having noticed the newcomer, the dagger squad all paused their game of pool, wanting to meet you.

“Everyone, this is Mav’s daughter,” Bradley introduced you, before pointing to each member and signing as he spoke.

It’s nice to finally put faces to the names my dad has been praising for a while. You signed, Bradley interpreting for you.

“I thought Rooster was pulling our legs when he said Mav had a kid, honestly.” Mickey said, smiling at you.

Jake had been silent during the introductions, choosing to watch as you reacted to each callsign, eyebrow raising when Bob was mentioned.

He noticed the twinkle in your eye, and how you had a scar poking above your eyebrow. He noticed that you were wearing some cut-off shorts and a loose top, the go-to for the hot San Diego summers.

“-is Hangman, but you already knew that.”

Jake was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his name, smiling at you. “It’s nice to see you again. Hopefully all’s well with your dad?”

Bradley signed Jake’s words, and you snorted.

“He’s just an old man who doesn’t know his head from- no, I’m not going to interpret that. Oh my God.” Bradley groaned. “It was a mistake introducing you to everyone.”

You slapped his shoulder, though you had a smile on your face.

The dagger squad had accepted you with open arms, and Mickey wasted no time telling you the dirt on the rest of the squad, Bradley having even learned a thing or two.

---

Over the following days, Jake had learned more about you from his flights with Bradley. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“If I say no, are you going to ask me anyway?” Bradley asked, squinting as he looked over at his wingman as the two went over the post-flight checklist.

“No.”

The answer stunned Bradley, who was honestly expecting the opposite. “Ask away.”

Jake paused, gnawing on his lip. “Is Y/N seeing anyone?”

Bradley looked up from where he was scribbling the time they finished flying. “Why?”

Shrugging, Jake toyed with the dog tags, a nervous habit he had developed during the uranium mission training. “Curiosity.”

Bradley chuckled at the answer, remembering when you had replied the same the other day when he asked why you wanted to know about Jake.

“No. She’s not seeing anyone.”

Jake smiled, wiping a speck of dirt off his helmet.

“I know it’s hard for you, but try not to do anything stupid. She’s been though enough, getting played doesn’t have to be on that list.”

---

Days later, you were sitting at the cafe you and Bradley often met at, though this time you were nose-deep in potential employers.

A sudden shift on the table made you jump, heart racing. Looking up, you let out a breath when you saw Jake.

“Sorry, sorry!” He said, fist moving in a circle around his chest.

Stunned, you pointed to him and rose an eyebrow. You sign?

Jake blanched, sitting in the seat across from you. “Clearly not enough.”

You laughed, pulling your phone out of your purse and opening the Notes app.

Do you know sign language? You signed sorry.

Jake looked at you as you passed the phone over, eyes falling to the screen.

“I don’t, not enough to hold a conversation.” Jake spoke, thankful Bradley had mentioned that you could get by reading lips, so long as the person didn’t speak too fast or too slow.

“But I’m learning. I’d really like to get to know you, and what better way than learning a new language?”

You smiled, grabbing your phone.

No one has ever done that before. Thank you, Jake. What do you know now?

Jake smiled, rambling off the various words and phrases he had memorized, smile growing as you nodded for encouragement and helped fix the positioning for certain words.

You’ll be a pro in no time, it took Dad weeks to learn this stuff!

Laughing, the two of you spent hours talking, getting to know each other, before you two were nicely kicked out of the cafe so they could close.

“It was nice getting to talk to you, can we do this again?” Jake asked, not wanting the night to end.

I��d love that. You signed, mouthing the words as you did.

The two of you set a night each week to meet up, and before anyone knew it, the two of you were inseparable, finishing each other’s sentences.

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a/n: do i get the award for not knowing how to finish anything? Because I think I do!!

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callsign-peach · 1 year

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the beanery

summary: jake goes from drinking the base’s stale coffee to bringing in cups from the cafe down the road from the hard deck, and the dagger squad is determined to find out why

pairing: established hangman x female!reader

a/n: the title? has almost nothing to do w the plot, but it’s the name of the coffee shop!!

--- Javy was the first to notice, but it was only because he had gone with Jake to your coffee shop a couple of weeks ago. He had been talking to his best friend about some plans for the newest aviators, and didn’t realize Jake had an end location in mind.

“What’s that?” Bradley asked, eyes honing in on the white take-out cup that Jake was sipping from.

“Hm?” The blonde asked, pocketing his phone and looking at his wingman. “Oh, just some coffee from that new place.”

Javy took a swig of his own Thermos to hide his smirk.

“Oh? The one near the Hard Deck? Penny said the owner’s been in a few times to ask about some tax shit.”

Jake nodded absentmindedly, he already knew this information. “Yeah, they’ve got some good stuff.”

He met Javy’s knowing eye and sent him a look, and Javy was thankful looks couldn’t kill.

Before anyone else could get a word in, Pete entered the room alongside a dozen newly-adorned Top Gun students, raring to go up in the air.

--- You heard the belle chime on the door, calling out to the patron that you’d be a moment.

Slicing the now-empty cardboard box, you slid it between the wall and the trashcan, hoping you’d remember to take it out to the dumpster before trash day.

Walking out into the bar, you smiled when you saw your boyfriend leaning along one of the columns in the seating area. “Hey, J. How was your day?”

“Good, you?” Jake asked, thanking you as you handed him a toasted bagel with strawberry cream cheese. You almost keeled over when you found out your boyfriend’s go-to pastry at the cafe was a plain bagel, losing it when he spread pink cream cheese over it.

“I can’t believe you go for those bagels over my croissants!” You laughed, taking a sip from the iced coffee you made yourself about half an hour ago.

“Oh, what’s that? New syrup? Sauce? Lemme try.” Jake reached over for the clear plastic cup, puckering his lips over the straw. “Oh, babe, I don’t know about that one.”

Laughing, you nodded over to the dainty chalkboard wall with the featured drink. “Raspberry vanilla iced latte. You don’t like raspberries.”

Jake hummed, face falling when his phone chirped from his pocket. “Damn, duty calls.”

Duty referred to drinks at the Hard Deck, a weekly tradition the dagger squad kept up once they were stationed at Miramar for good.

“Don’t know why you don’t just offer to have drinks here sometime. I can make espresso martinis or whatever shit Javy’s trying to make at our place.”

Jake chewed the thought over, pulling his lip between his teeth. “Soon, I just like having my little secret barista girlfriend.”

Scoffing, you playfully slapped your boyfriend’s chest. “Barista? I’m a full-fledged business owner, Seresin! Get it right!”

Jake laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple with a promise to be home before midnight. --- Stopping the timer on her watch, Natasha stepped into the cool air of the newest cafe in MIramar after her morning run, thankful for the air conditioning.

“Good morning! Welcome to The Beanery, can I get anything started for you?”

Looking at the woman behind the counter, Natasha felt like she’d seen the woman somewhere before. “Oh, um, sure. Iced coffee, no creamer.”

“Any flavors?” You asked, scooping ice into the branded cup.

“Caramel?” Natasha smiled, and you laughed and pumped some caramel syrup into her cup.

“Oh, this is so much better than the base coffee!” Natasha smiled, depositing her change into the tips jar.

“Base? You’re in the Navy?” You asked, setting some mugs out on the counter.

Sure am. Naval aviator, originally was only here for a quick mission a couple years ago, but I guess they thought we were good enough to stick around.”

You smiled, setting the drying towel on the counter as the bell chimed for another customer coming in. “My boyfriend’s in the Navy, I’ll have to ask if he knows you.”

“Who knows! Thanks again for the coffee!” Natasha smiled as she left, taking her time walking back to her apartment and changing into her khakis. --- “You, too?! Man, everyone’s getting coffee at the new place!” Mickey spoke as Natasha finished off her iced coffee.

Jake looked up from where he was texting you about the chocolate pastries you were experimenting with selling.

He saw the plastic cup he had helped unpack the weekend prior, curious if his colleague had met you or one of your employees.

“Yeah, it’s really good, and the food looked so good! I might go after work again to grab another drink.”

“Oh, I’m coming with. I need to try this coffee if you and Bagman say it’s good!” Bradley added, tossing a ball of paper at the blond man’s head.

Soon enough, the entire dagger squad was planning a short jaunt over to your coffee shop, Jake included. --- The bell chimed and took you from your thoughts, thankful for the distraction from the pastries you were trying to laminate.

“Welcome to the Bean- oh. Back so soon?” You asked, smiling as you saw Natasha walk back in, flanked by some other Navy men. “And you brought friends? Man, my confidence is sky-high right now.”

Natasha laughed, though she missed the teasing look you gave your boyfriend as he walked in. “Sorry, I just can’t enjoy anything. These rats always have to tag along.”

You snorted, starting on Jake’s drink absentmindedly. “What can I get you guys?”

The aviators all ordered, but when it was Jake’s turn to speak up, you smirked. “What can I get for you, Lieutenant Seresin?”

Jake smiled, wanting nothing more than to swipe the flour off of your cheek. “Iced macchiato, extra caramel.”

“You know what a macchiato is, right? You bitch about me pouring any milk in my coffee, they’re like 90% milk!”

You laughed as Bradley pointed to the cup, exasperated.

“Shut up, Birdbrain.”

Silently setting all the drinks at the end of the bar, you slid Javy one of the oatmeal cookies you made earlier. “Since I was out of them last week.”

“Thanks, but you know I was just going to grab some next time I was at your and Jake’s place.”

Shrugging, you watched as Bob seemed to put the dots together, silently sipping his Americano with a knowing look.

“Okay, this is going to sound really weird, but do you know anyone on base? I swear I’ve seen you before!” Natasha said, curiosity getting the best of her.

You smiled, twinkle in your eyes. “My boyfriend’s an aviator, maybe you’ve seen me around with him? I don’t know, though. I just moved out here recently.”

Javy coughed into his coffee, trying to disguise his laugh.

“Who’s your boyfriend?” Rueben asked, curious.

Smile growing wider, you simply nodded towards Jake. “Jake.”

“What the fuck?” Bradley asked, jaw falling open.

Natasha and the rest of the aviator, sans Bob and Javy, all stared at the two, heads swiveling to look at the couple. “In your locker! There’s a photo of her in there, that’s where I’ve seen you before!”

“You keep a photo of me in your locker? Cute.” You teased, coming out from behind the bar to stand with your boyfriend’s friends.

Jake blushed, offering you a sip of his coffee. “All right, all right, yes, everyone meet my girlfriend.”

You smiled, officially introducing yourself, promising to catch up more with the aviators after you heard the alarm going off for the croissants in the back oven.

“Damn, Hangman, you did good.” Rueben clapped his friend on the back.

“Yeah, I did.” --- a/n: i like this couple idea a lot but i cannot write it i have too many thoughts going through my head so def expect more !!!!!! send requests, chat to me about this trope at literally any time !!!

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