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ryebecca · 2 years ago

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Hello there! 📚

Here you’ll find all of my moodboards (the ones with an asterisk have a fic attached!) broken down by series/character.

DAGGER DECADES

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw 1940s: true to me (WWII AU) 1980s: i want to know what love is (POV: it’s 1986 and, like, you’re feeling totally rad and in love with your husband, Lt. Bradley Bradshaw.)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd 1510s: no sooner looked, but they loved (Tudor dynasty AU) 1890s: there is a flower within my heart (Gilded Age AU) 1920s: the cooling twilight (speakeasy AU) 1940s: there’s just one place for me, near you (POV: It’s 1943 and you’re sending your boyfriend, Bobby, off to fight in the war.) 1960s: god only knows what i’d be without you (POV: it’s 1966 and you’re feeling groovy and totally in love with your husband, Bobby Floyd.)

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia 1540s: that which we call a rose (Tudor dynasty AU) 1950s: i only have eyes for you (POV: sock hops, diner milkshakes, and kisses with your boyfriend, Mickey.)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin 1510s: the course of true love (Tudor dynasty AU) 1770s: we hold these truths (revolutionary war-era AU) 1920s: smoke and mirrors (speakeasy AU) 1940s: life ain’t always beautiful (noir AU) 1970s: you sexy thing (POV: You’re wearing your bell-bottoms and your best huckapoo shirt as you disco dance the night away with your boyfriend, Jake.)

DAGGERS @ DISNEY

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw when you wish upon a star (POV: you’re spending the day at the Happiest Place on Earth with your boyfriend, Bradley.)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd once upon a dream (POV: Disney, Dumbo, and Dole whips with your boyfriend, Bob Floyd.)

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia you’ll be in my heart (POV: you’re on your annual Disney vacation with your husband, Mickey - the biggest fanboy there is! And if you spend more time in Galaxy’s Edge than anywhere else, well, you’re not in the least bit surprised.)

Jake ‘Hangman�� Seresin a dream is a wish your heart makes (POV: You’re on a Disneyland date with your boyfriend, Jake Seresin - a not-so-secret Disney adult.)

DAGGER WEDDINGS

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw the best thing that you’ll ever have (POV: embracing all the beachy vibes on your wedding day to Bradley Bradshaw.)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd i’ve always been yours (POV: you’re getting married to your childhood sweetheart, Bob Floyd.)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin my everything and beyond (POV: You’re getting married to the love of your life, Lt. Jake Seresin.)

DAGGER HONEYMOONS

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin life is a road (POV: you’re on a whirlwind European honeymoon with your new husband, Jake Seresin.)

LADY MAVERICK’S SOCIETY PAPERS

His Grace, Jacob Seresin, Duke of Hereford Captain Robert Floyd, Viscount Welles

MEET THE DAGGERS PROFESSORS

THE DAGGER CREW (pirate AU)

ETC., ETC., ETC.

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range) wild for you (POV: you, Rhett, and fields of wildflowers. Does he propose in one of those fields once he sees how much joy they bring you? Yes. Yes, he does.) the wedding date (POV: you need a plus one for a wedding, but your friend cancels on you and you’re having trouble finding a date. Rhett offers to go with you - just as a friend helping out a friend…right?)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw baby of mine (POV: you’re married to Bradley Bradshaw, but now he’s leveled up to the one, the only, #dad!brad.) thankful for you (POV: you’re celebrating Thanksgiving with your husband, Bradley.) still falling for you (POV: you’re embracing all of the autumn vibes with your husband, Bradley.)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd fall into me (Leaf peeping, apple cider donuts, and walking hand in hand with Bob.) i pick you (POV: You’re feeling all of the autumn feels picking pumpkins with your boyfriend, Bob!) the story of us (POV: You’re on a cozy bookstore date with your boyfriend, Bob Floyd.) hail to the chief (President Bob Floyd AU) fun, fun, fun (POV: snacks, drinks, and kisses at the drive-in movies with your boyfriend, Bob.)

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia melting for you (POV: you’re spending the day snowboarding with your boyfriend, Mickey.)

Harrison Knott (Press Play) take along my love with you (POV: It’s a beautiful day at the beach with your boyfriend, Harrison.)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin cabin fever* (Cozy cabin time with Jake.) falling in love (POV: Soaking up all the Fall feels with your boyfriend, Jake.) into the great wide open (POV: a camping trip with the one, the only, Jake Seresin.) rebel, rebel* (TGM x Star Wars) plus one (POV: you’re a bridesmaid at your best friend’s wedding and you need to bring a date. You ask your friend, Jake, to tag along…who may or may not be feeling like more than just a friend these days. But does he feel the same way?) love her like i do* (Summary: You overhear Jake talking to your newborn daughter. Fluff ensues.)

Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson you send me (POV: You’re spending a cozy day at home with your husband, Beau.) take me out (POV: Your husband, Beau Simpson, is a pitcher in the MLB. His fast ball was was so notorious in college that his team nicknamed him “Cyclone” - and the name just stuck.)

Ryan (Yellowstone) when you give a cowboy a kiss (POV: life on the ranch with your husband, Ryan.)

#ryebecca's masterlist #*myedit #*mymoodboard #moodboards

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hunterthecharmer · 4 months ago

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I know you asked for Tyler Owens fics buuuuuut all I have is Jake Seresin. So, I offer you my Wildflowers for a Hangman master list https://www.tumblr.com/writing-until-i-drop/757945449868083200/wildflowers-for-a-hangman-masterlist?source=share

I hope you like it 🥺💕 it is ongoing but regularly updated

Thank you queen 😘✨ brb going to read right now!

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writing-until-i-drop · 4 months ago

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Tyler Owens (Twisters 2024)

What's In A Name? Masterlist | Series (Complete!)

Tyler Owens x Harding! FemOC

Meg Harding and Kate Carter were inseparable until their friends died five ago, then she ran to New Orleans to save lives as a paramedic. But when Javi calls on his two oldest friends to help him collect data, counting on their matching natural instincts for tornadoes, Meg goes home for the first time in years. That's where she meets Tyler and the rest of the Wranglers, the YouTube storm chasers her dad likes to watch, and finds herself fitting in more with them than with Storm PAR. Meg only plans to stay for the week but will it be easy to leave when the dust settles?

If a certain cowboy has a say in it, nothing about leaving is going to be easy.

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin (Top Gun Maverick 2022)

Wildflowers For A Hangman Masterlist*

| Series (Ongoing)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Writer! FemOC

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

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Natasha "Phoenix" Trace (Top gun Maverick 2022)

God Complex | One Shot

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x f! surgeon! reader (no use of y/n)

You're a trauma surgeon resident, studying at a bar when you're approached by a woman who steals your focus.

warnings! Slight dom!Phoenix (if you squint), suggestive, drinking, not proof read

God Complex | Pt. 2*

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x f! surgeon! reader (no use of y/n)

You're a trauma surgeon resident, studying at a bar when you're approached by a woman who steals your focus.

warnings! SMUT MINORS DNI | Slight dom!Phoenix, oral (fem receiving), edging, lmk if I missed anything

God Complex | Pt. 3

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x f! surgeon! reader (no use of y/n)

You're a trauma surgeon resident, studying at a bar when you're approached by a woman who steals your focus.

warnings! Scary movie date night, reader is scared, not proof read, fluffy

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range)

Welcome Home, Sweetheart | Drabble

Rhett Abbott x f! reader (no use of y/n)

You and Rhett were childhood best friends and now you're back in town after living out of state for a few years. Your first night in town is one you'll never forget.

warnings! Rhett punches a guy, reader finds it hot, not proof read, written in under ten minutes

Run Away With Me | One Shot

Rhett Abbott x Fem! Reader (no use of y/n)

3 years ago your parents stole you away from Wabang to keep you out of trouble, now you're back, but only for a night.

Warnings: none!

Run Away With Me | Pt. 2

Rhett Abbott x Fem! Reader

3 years ago your parents stole you away from Wabang to keep you out of trouble, now you're back, but only for a night.

Warnings: none! no use of y/n

Pt. 2 requested by many, kitchen dancing requested by 🗡️😘 | read the request here

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (Top Gun Maverick 2022)

A Stepdad For Christmas | Series (WIP)

Sneak peek

Rooster x Single Mom!OC

After divorcing her gay, marriage of convenience husband, Olivia and her teenage daughter move to North Island. Her daughter's one wish for Christmas? A hot step dad. And damn, if Rooster's Hawaiian shirts don't look like the perfect wrapping paper.

Kinktober 2024*

Masterlist - Minors DNI | 18+ Only (WIP)

Comfort Drabbles | Mixed Fandom

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writing-until-i-drop · 3 months ago

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Hey! Call me Bet, I'm a writer who gets so absorbed in the stories in my head that I forget to do important things...like my actual job... And fun fact, my mom reads my fics (she's very supportive, it's validating and mortifying)

Fandoms I Write For

Top Gun Maverick

Twisters

Outer Range

Stardew Valley

Hogwarts Legacy

Starfield

Salem's Lot

Top Gun 1986

I take requests!

My Bookshelf Of Favorite Fics @bets-bookshelf

My Personal Blog That's Filled With Chaos

@thespillingvoid

Masterlist

Comfort Drabbles Masterlist

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

WIPs

Rooster x Single Mom!OC

Sneak peek

Hangman x Marine Corpsman-Devil Doc!OC

Sneak peek

Every time Fiona "Kitten" Reid is deployed, something bad happens. Win-a-medal type bad. And when Warlock is looking for a survivalist instructor for the Daggers during the uranium mission, he's shocked that the top recommendation from his colleagues is a young medical corpsman the Marines she served with dubbed "Kitten." After making a grand entrance at the expense of Jake's older brother and Bob's sanity, Fiona finds herself squarely in Hangman's sights. But he better pay attention in class because her lessons come from more than a textbook...

NCIS! Top Gun Maverick AU

Blurb to come...

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writing-until-i-drop · 2 months ago

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 19

Summary:

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Jake's hiding something and everyone thinks it's a bad idea

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Previous Chapter

Jake had been acting a little bit weird but I figured it was just the thought of spending Christmas without his family, especially since Pop’s surgery was being delayed. I did my best to be silently supportive, spending all the time I could with him. Jason, my agent, had called and said my latest book had been greenlit and the publishing house was looking to have me do a book tour for the release in a year. Jake was excited for me but not excited about the fact I’d be gone for at least two months. But Jason hadn’t just called to give me the good news, no, he had called to see if I had started writing the sequel yet.

“Cassandra’s getting a love interest?” Jake stage whispered in my ear, I was between his legs on the bed, my back to his chest while I wrote.

“How do you figure?” I leaned back against his chest, relaxing into him. Jake kissed my neck,

“Detective Monroe, he obviously has a thing for Cass,” He pointed at the screen. “He brings her coffee, checks on her after the killer got away, he obviously cares about her.” Huh. He had a point. Detective Monroe was Cassandra’s partner, he had her back and was probably the one person in her life that Cassandra could call a friend.

“And what makes you think he’s more than just a friend?” I prompted him, wondering what he could see that I couldn’t.

“The way he looks at her and knows what she’s thinking, he pays more attention to her than he should.” It was kind of hot hearing Jake get so riled up about my writing. He had been reading it over my shoulder for the past week, offering his observations and comments, and telling me when I needed to close the laptop and go to bed because I had typed “and” three times in a row while dozing off. “Baby, he’s in love with her.”

“Isn’t that for me to decide?” I giggled, closing the laptop. Jake huffed,

“Don’t you always say that the characters do what they want?” Again, he had a point. “Whether you like it or not, I think Monroe’s got a crush on his partner.”

“We’ll see what happens,” I put the laptop on the nightstand, turning so that I was face first in his chest. “How much time do we have until we have to be at Mav’s?” Mav was hosting a team get together at his and Penny’s house and the daggers had insisted that you were included on the guest list, Fanboy had threatened to give you your own embarrassing callsign if you didn’t show up.

“About an hour, we have a little time, what do you want to do?” He kissed my neck again, massaging my hips with his hands. I hummed, thinking about it. We could do a lot in an hour but we also had to spend time with the whole team for the rest of the evening. I could already feel the exhaustion setting in, I loved the daggers, I did, but that didn’t mean they were exempt from draining my social battery.

“I want…” I reached around blindly for the blanket. Jake chuckled, pulling the blanket over my shoulders, “I want to cuddle until it’s time to get ready and when we do have to get dressed, I want you to tell me it’s okay to wear sleep pants to the party.”

“I think I can do that, Wildflower,” Jake wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in his neck. It briefly crossed my mind that I might be a little bit heavy on his chest but that thought quickly faded away as Jake began to hum a song, lulling me to sleep.

“Matching pajamas, really?” Rooster rolled his eyes, bringing me in for a hug.

“I think my girl’s onto something, they’re way comfier than jeans,” Jake announced to the room, pulling you out of Rooster’s arms and into his side, arm draped over your shoulder.

“Dee!” Amelia came around the corner, stealing me away from Jake, her arm looped through mine. “I need advice,” She whispered, “From someone who’s not my mom.”

“Is this a boy thing?” I whispered back and she nodded, pulling me into the hallway, away from everyone. “I’m not sure I’m the best at relationship advice but I’ll do my best.” Amelia rolled her eyes,

“There’s this guy named Charlie in my math class and he’s super cute.”

“Like, really cute?” Amelia’s whole face lit up and it warmed my heart. I could see my nieces growing up to be just like her someday, calling me to tell me about their crushes, making me swear up and down not to tell their dad.

“Winter formal is coming up and there’s a tradition that girls ask the guys out,” She was so nervous it was adorable. “I mean, we’re kind of friends, we text but it’s mostly about homework and I don’t know if it’s weird if I ask him to the dance or not.”

“You said mostly about homework, what else do you talk about?” Her cheeks went pink and she started playing with her hair.

“I mean, we both watch the same show so sometimes we text each other when the new episode airs and talk about what happened.” They were too cute, oh my goodness.

“Then I think it’s a good idea, maybe you can make him a sign or a note with an inside joke or reference to the show?” Amelia perked up,

“That’s perfect! I’m going to go work on that, thanks, Dee!” Amelia gave me a tight hug before running off towards the stairs, giggling the whole way up. I chuckled, making my way to the kitchen to get a drink when I heard Jake and Rooster whispering.

“Have you told her yet?” Rooster asked and I stopped just beyond the doorway, heart thudding in my chest.

“Not yet,” There was a smack, probably Rooster hitting Jake in the chest. “I don’t want to say anything until we know for sure. She’ll cry, hell, I’ll probably cry, and no one wants that.”

“You’ve got to tell her, the more time she has to prepare, the better. Daisy is an overthinker, you’ll need time to talk her off the ledge.” This was the moment in a movie where everyone is yelling at the screen, telling the main character to stick around and hear the rest of the conversation, and for the first time I understood why they never did. I quietly backed away from the doorway and down the hall, heart feeling like it was going to beat right out of my chest.

What did Jake have to tell me? And why did Rooster think he was going to have to talk me off a ledge once I found out?

“There you are,” Penny peaked down the hall, smiling. “Amelia find you okay?”

“Yeah,” I answered softly, clearing my throat, my voice evening out when I responded the second time. “Yeah, I was just about to rejoin the party.”

“Perfect, let’s get you a drink then.”

Daisy was a little tense, her smile not quite reaching her eyes throughout the night. When I pulled her aside she assured me that we’d talk about it later and to enjoy the party but it was hard to do so when she was sitting on Phoenix’s lap, her head on her shoulder, instead of tucked into my side.

Maverick pulled me aside when I went to grab a fresh beer, a santa hat on his head.

“I’m guessing you haven’t talked to Daisy yet?” I groaned, first Bradshaw and now Mav.

“How do you know?”

“Because Penny hasn’t gotten any panicked texts yet and she’s been waiting for them for two days.” I ran a hand over my face, leaning against the counter. Two days. I had been wrestling with the whispers around base and what to tell Daisy. The guys were right, I needed to tell her, but I also didn’t want to burst the happy bubble we had been in since getting back from Texas.

“Is it so wrong of me not to say anything until we’re certain?”

“It’s not a bad idea but when she finds out you’ve been holding onto this for a few days, how do you think that’s going to go?”

“You’ve got a good point, Mav.” He patted my shoulder, passing me to get a new beer,

“Tell her soon, Hangman, that’s an order.”

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writing-until-i-drop · 5 months ago

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 4

Summary:

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Cassandra isn't speaking to Daisy and her work suffers but a call from her brother should make everything better, right?

AO3 Link

Previous Chapter

Cassandra wasn’t cooperating today and I knew better than to try and force it. Instead, I tried my hand at writing something overtly and didn’t make it a full page before scrapping the entire project. I’d had a few boyfriends before but none of them had given me the foot-popping, sparks-flying, kind of romance people wrote about.

In a desperate attempt to get something done, I wrote a few paragraphs more of an abandoned project about a kid detective trying to solve the theft of a neighbor’s lawn gnome. It wasn’t my most inspired piece of work, one of the many reasons Jason had told me to drop it, but it felt good to write something.

After completely throwing in the towel, I cleaned the apartment and made a double batch of M&M cookies, snacking on the chocolate candies as I went. Once the kitchen was cleaned again, I realized that I had made enough cookies to feed an army without an army to feed.

Daisy: Movie night at our place with the daggers?

Daisy: I may have stress baked

After an hour, Natasha responded affirmatively and I decided to run to the store for more snacks. While debating between Dorito flavors, my phone rang, Harvey’s picture flashing on the screen.

“Hey, Harv,” I greeted him, adding both bags of chips to my cart. “How are my girls?”

“Driving me crazy as usual,” Harvey laughed and I felt a bit lighter inside. There had been a point in our childhoods where I felt resentful that Harvey could be so happy but my therapist and a healthy dose of prescriptions had helped me past that. “How’s life in California?”

“Hot,” I joked. “The sun’s insufferable but it’s good to be living with Tasha again. She’s got some great friends that I bribed with cookies into accepting me as one of them.”

“Of course you did, your cookies could broker world peace.” I chuckled, waiting for Harvey to cut to the chase as I continued to throw all the snack foods I could find into the cart including frozen pizzas and chicken wings. “August is coming to an end.” There it was. I sighed but stayed silent, “How are you doing, DeeDee?”

“I’ve already scheduled the flowers to be sent to their graves and-”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“I’m fine, Harv. I’m keeping busy, trying not to think about it.” Something fell behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin, white-knuckling the cart. It was like a switch flipped, all of my nerves lighting on fire, the acute paranoia I’d worked so hard to rid myself of sprinting to the forefront of my mind. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as Harvey’s voice faded into a soft buzzing. Was someone watching me? No, no one was watching me. I tried to shake off the feeling, moving at a snail’s pace through the aisle. I looked down at my feet and I could have sworn I saw red despite the canvas being black.

“Daisy?” I heard my name through the fog, “Daisy Louise? DeeDee, you’re okay. You’re okay, everything’s okay, DeeDee.” Harvey. Harvey was calling for me. Where was he? I had to get to him. “I’m okay, DeeDee. I’m safe.” The fog pulled away and I was on the floor of the frozen aisle, my phone beside me.

“Harvey?”

“I’m here, I’m alright, DeeDee.” He soothed, “Are you okay?” I grabbed the phone, tucking my head between my knees.

“I’m okay, Harv. I just…”

“I know, it’s okay. It’s normal but you should call Natasha and have her pick you up.” That was completely off of the table. I could handle this by myself, all I needed to do was get to my feet and everything would be okay. “I love you, DeeDee.”

“I love you too, Harvey.” I sat on the floor with my head in my hands for a few seconds after hanging up, evening out my breathing until I didn’t think I was going to pass out anymore. I struggled my way through checkout, my mind drifting and then snapping back to reality with everyone off-kilter sound I heard or thought I heard. But when my hands were shaking too hard to put the keys in the ignition, I put my pride inside and called Tasha.

“Phoenix’s phone,” Coyote picked up and I nearly ended the call, “Daisy?”

“Is Tasha there?” Fuck, I sounded like I had been crying. My voice wavered, full of emotion.

“She’s in the air, what’s wrong, Daisy?” Coyote was all business and I appreciated him for it.

“It’s fine, nevermind,” I even failed at convincing myself that things were fine. Coyote sighed then replied in a soft, quiet voice.

“Daisy, Nat told me that sometimes you have anxiety attacks. Is that what happened?” Damn it. Natasha had helped me through more than her fair share of them in college, it only made sense that she would tell someone important to her like Coyote.

“You can’t tell anyone,” I sighed, “I just, I’m at the grocery store and I don’t know if I should be driving home like this.” I heard Jake’s voice in the background and tensed, “Don’t tell Hangman.” Coyote chuckled,

“Yes, ma’am. Alright, there’s two ways this can go. I can ask Mav for permission to come get you or I can call Penny.” Neither option sounded preferable. “Penny’s going to ask a lot of questions because she’s a mom and then she’s going to tell Mav anyways. I will ask no questions because I’ve already got an idea of what’s going on.”

“As long as Mav’s the only extra person in the loop,” I relented. “And Javy? Thanks.”

Javy showed up in his flight suit not long after and I was distracted for a second by just how handsome he was. Natasha’s taste in men had gotten a lot better since college.

“Do you want to stop for food on the way back? Sugar will make you feel better after an adrenaline dump like that.” I nodded, thanking him again for showing up. “You’re part of the squad now, Daisy, no thanks necessary.” The sentiment warmed my heart, a soft smile appearing despite the embarrassing situation.

“Can we get Wendy’s? It’s my favorite.” A spicy chicken nugget and a Dr. Pepper sounded amazing right now. Javy messed my hair like a big brother,

“Whatever you want.” After a few minutes of listening to the radio in silence, Javy glanced over at me. “So, what do you think of Hangman?”

“What do you think of Tasha?” I shot back, not expecting him to answer but he took me by surprise.

“She’s one hell of a woman and a fantastic pilot.” Javy grinned like a lovesick idiot and I found myself smiling too, “I’m lucky she gives me the time of day if I’m being honest.” He glanced over at me again, still smiling and I rolled my eyes. “Your turn.”

“Hangman’s a flirtatious ass,” Javy barked with laughter, pulling into the Wendy’s. “But Jake’s nice and he listens to me when I go on my rants about random shit. Like, I swear he probably listened to me talk about Sherlock Holmes for an hour the other night.”

“Hour and a half,” Javy snickered, “We timed it.” I couldn’t even be mad, laughing with him.

“Not even Tasha would let me go on like that! So yeah, I think Jake’s pretty great.” I brushed my hair into my eyes to hide my blush, “Anyways, I’ll take a spicy number ten with a Dr. Pepper, please.”

“Do you want a frosty too?” Yep. Natasha’s taste in men had definitely improved.

After cooing over me like a mother hen and calling Harvey to let him know I was okay, Natasha took Harvey to get his car. After taking a shower and finishing the large frosty Javy bought me even when I told him not to, I felt a lot better. Well enough to respond to the texts Jake had been sending me.

Jake: Everything okay?

Jake: Coyote told me to mind my business and that you were fine but I want to hear it from you

Jake: Phoenix also told to mind my business

Jake: Honey I need to hear it from you

Jake: If you don’t text me in ten minutes I’m coming over

I rolled my eyes but the butterflies in my stomach took flight, swirling in delight that Jake was concerned for me.

Daisy: Listen to Javy, pretty boy. I’m fine

Jake: Too late

“If this boy isn’t careful, I’m going to fall in love with him,” I whispered to the empty kitchen, ripping open a packet of M&Ms.

“Hey,” Daisy greeted me with a lazy smile, throwing back a palmful of M&Ms. Something was off about her but I couldn’t put my finger on it just yet. I was going to figure it out though, you could bet on that.

“Hey, Wildflower. How are you feeling?” She rolled her eyes like she didn’t have a care in the world but her shoulders tensed. Coyote had been tight lipped over why he had left work early but with how both he and Phoenix were acting, I knew it had to be Daisy and that had spun me up into a twister of anxiety that eased a little seeing her.

“I told you I was fine, see?” She gestured down her body. Daisy was in cartoon pajama shorts that showed off her pale thighs and a tank top, her endless curves on display from top to bottom. I swallowed hard, my mind filled with thoughts of running my hands over her hips, spreading her knees, and eating Daisy for dessert on Phoenix’s counter. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“You look fine as hell, sweetheart,” Daisy blushed hard, her chest and cheeks burning red. “But you know it’s not your body I’m asking about.” I crossed the room, needing to put my hands on her even if I shouldn’t.

“Okay, Hangman,” She grumbled, using my callsign like she always did when I said something flirty. My hands landed softly on her hip and her cheek, forcing her to stay close and look at me. Daisy relaxed, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ll be fine, Jake,” She whispered and I felt myself melt. This girl had no idea that I was putty in her hands.

“Of course you will be,” I promised, “Because I’m going to be right here by your side.” Daisy smiled, eyes still closed, nuzzling her cheek like a cat into my hand.

“You’re laying it on pretty thick again, Hangman.” God this girl. She didn’t believe a word that came out of my mouth if it veered even the slightest bit away from platonic. I had my work cut out for me but when she opened her dark eyes and smiled at me like I hung the stars and the moon, I knew I was up to the task. “Do you want a cookie?” What I wanted was to kiss her forehead but a cookie would work for now.

The rest of the daggers showed up a little bit later and while Daisy played the role of the perfect hostess, I pulled Coyote off to the side.

“Should I be worried?” Coyote glanced over my shoulder to where Daisy was and then shrugged.

“I don’t think so, at least, not at the moment anyways.” My heart clenched, needing to know more but he shook his head before I could ask. “Nothing about this situation is my business to share, man. When she’s ready to tell, she’ll tell.”

“We should watch a horror movie,” Bradley suggested, the loud agreement of the squad interrupting our conversation. Coyote patted me on the shoulder, heading for the kitchen. When she was ready to tell, she would tell me. I had to trust that that would be the case. Right?

“Hangman, get some food before Bob eats it all!” Rooster shouted for my attention. Bob was blushing with a plate piled high with food, praising Daisy’s homemade mac and cheese so that’s what I scooped up first. I didn’t miss how Phoenix was hovering behind Daisy, watching her like a hawk. I said a little prayer, hoping that Daisy would find the right moment to tell me what was going on sooner rather than later.

With a plate full of snacks, we all scattered around the living room. Daisy came right to me with a blanket, a blush on her cheeks, not looking me in the eyes as she took a seat beside me. She was the one person without a plate of food and turned me down when I offered her some of my chips,

“I’m not hungry,” She whispered, bringing the blanket up to her chin. “Javy got me Wendy’s.” He was Javy to her now? I glanced over at my best friend, who was not so subtly making eyes at Phoenix while she and Rooster argued over what horror movie we were going to watch. Rooster won when he threatened to tell a story that had Phoenix slapping a hand over his mouth.

It ended up being about some demon who was influencing people to murder others but the special effects weren’t all that believable. I much preferred a 90s action flick or, when alone, a Hallmark movie on occasion. With every passing minute, Daisy inched closer to my side, the blanket moving higher up her face. Seizing the opportunity, I dropped my plate on the table and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her close.

“Not a fan of horror?” I whisper, she shook her head, eyes locked on the screen as the possessed man picked up a hunting knife.

“Murder,” She whispered back, her hand tentatively resting on my thigh.

“Aren’t you a crime novelist, sweetheart?” I teased, trying to ignore how good it felt to have her hands on me.

“That’s different,” Daisy insisted, jumping at something on screen but I wasn’t watching the movie anymore, my focus was solely on her. Daisy looked terrified. I shifted sideways and pulled her face into my chest, forcing her attention off of the movie and whatever it was that was scaring her so much. Her hand moved from my thigh to my chest, fingers digging into my shirt.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, baby,” I whispered into her hair, kissing her head. “It’s just a movie.” Daisy went limp in my hold and I pulled her sideways onto my lap, Bob looked and quickly looked away but it didn’t seem like anyone else noticed. Not that I would care if they did, if this was what Daisy needed, then it’s what I was going to do. I squeezed her thigh gently and began stroking my thumb back and forth, “I’ve got you.”

“I know,” Daisy whispered into my shoulder. After a moment she added, “If I’m too heavy-” She stopped when I squeezed her thigh,

“You can sit on my lap whenever you want, Wildflower.”

“My gentleman,” She sighed and I felt a glimmer of hope. She didn’t call me Hangman.

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 1

Summary:

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

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“I think that’s the last of it,” I wiped my hands on my thighs, not yet used to the California heat. Natasha, my god send in cut-off sweats, passes me a cold beer, sitting on the edge of a box.

“I’m so glad you’re finally here, Daisy, It’s been impossible being surrounded by the asshats in my squadron.” Ah yes, the infamous dagger squad. Natasha had shared a little bit (or a lot) about each member of her team, leaving out any of the classified details of the mission that had brought them all together except for the fact it had led to permanent assignment for all of them. “When I told them my friend was moving in, they were chomping at the bit to see a picture of you.” My eyes cut to her, taking a long swig of my beer.

“And what picture did you show them?” As best friends since college, there were a lot of embarrassing pictures Natasha had access to that outweighed any of the hot ones on my Instagram. Natasha refused to meet my eyes, my heart sank. “Please tell me it wasn’t the one from-”

“It was.” Nathasha confirmed my worst fears with a proud smile. “You’d be surprised how well it worked for them. I told you, those Tweety Bird shorts- hey!” She rubbed where I punched her shoulder. The photo in question was me, drunk as a skunk, leaning over a frat house toilet while I puked my guts out. It had been a pajama party and my Tweety Bird pants had been cropped to show the entirety of my ass.

“You’re the worst, I’m never meeting your friends. You’ll have to suffer the testosterone alone.”

“Noooo,” Natasha whined. Rolling my eyes, I focused my energy on unpacking.

Surprisingly, I didn’t have a lot of boxes. Packing up my entire life had mostly been packing up my books and pajama pants that I wore for every occasion except weddings and funerals. My agent supported the move, saying that military novels were all the rage right now in the romance and crime communities, and he was hoping I would take advantage of my new situation for my next series.

I was one of the lucky authors, I had gone from self-publishing to being picked up by a moderately sized publishing house, my books taking off more than in my wildest dreams. My best-selling series was a 1920’s lady detective, followed by a hard-nosed New York cop hunting a serial killer. Despite this, my agent wanted me to take a swing at a smutty romance novel to capitalize on the buzz around them but I was hesitant.

“Have you forgiven me yet?” Natasha yelled from downstairs, “I ordered pizza!”

“Pepperoni?” I shouted back, getting an affirmative answer. “I forgive you!” My growling stomach marched me downstairs despite the few boxes still needing to be unpacked in my room. Tasha couldn’t cook, much to her mom’s disappointment, and lived solely off of cup noodles and takeout, something I planned to change the moment I could get to a grocery store.

Tasha was curled up on the couch, the pizza box and two fresh beers on the coffee table. I took my spot beside her, grabbing a greasy slice.

“We’ve got to decorate your place, Tasha. It’s depressingly bare.” Natasha shrugged, putting on some shitty action movie. “You’ve lived here for six months.”

“I didn’t expect it to be a permanent assignment and then I didn’t know where to start.” I rolled my eyes, opening Amazon and adding an insane amount of decor to the cart as we ate in comfortable silence. If this was going to be home, it was going to be cozy. No matter how much my bank account cried.

It took a week but the apartment was finally starting to feel like home. The brown couch now had throw pillows, there was art on the walls, and rugs on the floor. Everything was calming shades of brown, green, and cream, and there were string lights in every room that could be turned on instead of the overhead lights.

Tasha: Bringing some friends over for dinner - that cool?

I rolled my eyes, she was lucky I always cooked enough to feed an army.

Daisy: Sounds good. Get more beer.

Tasha: Already got it, babe.

I grabbed two more of the new placemats and finished setting the table. Tonight’s dinner was an authentic lasagna, garlic bread, and salad - it truly was far too much for just the two of us. Once everything was laid out of the table and I had myself a glass of wine, the door opened.

“It smells fucking delicious in here,” A man in an extremely loud button down exclaimed, followed by a boyish man with glasses who nodded in agreement. I snorted with laughter, drawing their attention. “And you are beautiful.”

“Nice to meet you too, Rooster. Hi, Bob.”

“Hi, ma’am.” I cringed,

“Daisy, please. Now why don’t the three of you wash up and then we’ll tuck in.” The boys, who had clearly been here before, took off for the bathroom while Phoenix shook her head, putting the case of beer on the counter.

“They’re ridiculous but they’re right, you and dinner are both delicious.”

Dinner went by with little conversation, the three pilots hungrily devouring the food in front of them so fast I was surprised they hadn’t passed out from lack of oxygen.

“Rooster, you have a roommate, right? I’ll make a plate for you to take home for him.”

“Hangman will be fine but I’ll take a plate for work tomorrow, honey.” I rolled my eyes,

“Tasha, text Hangman I’m sending home food for him and he’s to tell me if Rooster eats it. Bob, do you have a roommate?”

“No, ma’am - I mean, no, Daisy.”

“Then I’ll pack you something for lunch, there’s plenty - and yes, Tasha, you’ll have enough for lunch too.”

“Sweet!”

“Thank you, Daisy.”

“You know, once you meet, Hangman you’re not going to send him food anymore.” Phoenix and Bob laugh with him,

“I warned her about Bagman but Daisy’s sweet as can be. She’d give a cannoli to her worst enemy.”

“You’re wrong,” I wrote a quick, little note on Hangman’s box. Natasha gives me a uh huh look before I finish, “I would never share my cannolis.”

Phoenix: Daisy’s sending dinner home with Rooster for you - he’s going to say it’s for him, don’t believe him

Confusion wrinkled my brow as I tried to recall knowing a Daisy. It took a minute but eventually I remembered Phoenix talking about her new roommate. She had cooked dinner? Besides Bob, no one in the squadron knew how to cook much, if at all. So a home cooked meal would be the best part of my day.

Hangman: Tell the little lady thank you

Phoenix: Tell her yourself, she’s coming to the Hard Deck tomorrow even if I have to drag her kicking and screaming

I chuckle, refocusing on ironing my uniform for tomorrow. I even take pity on my roommate and iron his, not wanting to hear him crashing around the apartment bright and early trying to do it in the morning.

“Hagman, have you eaten?” Rooster called out, slamming the front door shut. There was not a single subtle thing about that man. Not his clothes, his flying, or his mannerisms.

“No but I heard you brought me something.” When I reached the kitchen Rooster was standing there, staring at the container of food. “Is that for me?”

“She even wrote you a note. She’s perfect, man. Funny, pretty, cooks well.” He slid me the still-warm container with a pink note sticking on the top. There was a hangman doodle with the note.

E N O Y H N E Y

“This is the best lasagna I’ve ever had.” Rooster nodded, passing me a beer. “I’ve got to meet this girl.”

“Try not to scare her off, bud. Or else she’s going to stop feeding us.”

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 20

Summary:

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Jake comes clean and Daisy has to talk to Penny

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I managed to make it until we were back at my apartment before I broke. Tasha was spending the night at Javy’s place, which meant it was just the two of us and after a few hours of thinking up the worst possible scenarios for what Jake had to tell me, I was ready to cry, scream, or throw up. Or do all three at once, it was a toss up really.

“I’m going to sit down on the couch and you’re going to tell me what’s going on,” I said, putting my hands on Jake’s shoulder to stop him from kissing me when we walked in the door. “Because I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” Jake sighed, running a hand over his face.

“We’re not breaking up, let’s start with that,” Jake’s voice was tired but serious, his words striking out one of my fears. I nodded, running my hands up and down my pajama pants, trying to ease my anxiety with the familiar feeling of the fuzzy fabric. “Rooster and I might be deployed soon.” The news hit me like a blow to the gut, deployed? What happened over Thanksgiving had been a mission, just a few days apart and that had been hell.

“How long?” I heard myself ask, knees folding into my chest. Jake sat beside me, wrapping me in his arms, chin resting on top of my head.

“I don’t know, Wildflower.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know and I couldn’t tell you if I did, it would be classified,” Jake kissed my hair. “I don’t have any details, I don’t even know if it’s happening. It’s all just whispers behind closed doors and rumors at this point, which is why I didn’t want to say anything.”

“I love you,” It’s all I could think to say. Jake’s thumb brushed over my cheeks and that’s when I realized I was crying, “I love you so much.”

“I know, baby, I love you too,” Jake held me tight. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure.”

“Tell me next time, okay?”

“I promise, Wildflower. I’m sorry I worried you,” Jake kissed the top of my head, rubbing circles into my back. “I love you so much.”

My first thought was to run, to get away but the second that crossed my mind, the idea of being without Jake hit me like a truck. I didn’t want to be without him, I couldn’t imagine not having Jake in my life. He had managed to intertwined every part of my life with his, from my writing to his family, we were bound together. Running away now would be running away forever. Right?

“Why don’t we call Penny in the morning?” Jake kissed my hair again, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Maybe we can call mama and pops too.”

“I’d like that,” I nuzzled into his neck, “How long are deployments usually?” Jake sighed, bringing me onto his lap.

“It depends, there’s short deployments of just a few months and then there’s deployments that can last over a year.” A year? My grip on Jake’s waist tightened, “It’s probably not going to be that long, baby but if it is, we’ll figure it out.” After a few minutes of silence that felt like hours, Jake whispered, “You’ll be waiting here when I get back?”

“Always,” I answered without hesitation. I took Jake’s face in my hands, staring him down even though I still wanted to puke a little bit. Jake’s eyes were intense, his brow creased in worry. “I’m not going anywhere and no matter where you go, you’re coming back home to me. Deal?”

“Deal.” Jake closed the distance between our lips, kissing me soft and sweet. There was no rushing, it was as if we had all the time in the world, and if we did have all that time, what was a few months apart? He pulled my legs fully around him and stood, never breaking the kiss as he carried me to the bedroom.

When he laid me back on the bed and stripped me bare, Jake took his time. He covered my body in kisses, worshiping every inch like he was committing it to memory, and when we finished, he pulled me into his chest and held me tight all through the night.

The next morning I called Penny, who evidently had been waiting to hear from me. I tried to ignore the fact that everyone around me probably already knew about the deployment, especially the fact that Tasha hadn’t said anything. Penny invited me over and Jake dropped me off,

“Call me when you’re ready,” He whispered, kissing my forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, cowboy.”

Penny greeted me with a hug and a mug of peppermint tea, she looked cozy in her navy pajama set and robe, pulling me into her living room.

“How are you holding up, kiddo?” Penny passed me a cream blanket that was soft.

“First thing I wanted to do was run,” Penny hummed, rubbing my knee. “Now I just feel a little numb.”

“I thought having grown up with my father’s deployments would have made things easier the first time my ex-husband deployed but it didn’t.” She sipped her tea, staring ahead where a picture of her and Amelia hung on the wall. “I spent the first month crying in bed, almost got fired from my job. Then one of the other wives in his unit, an older woman named Vera, sat me down for a talk.”

Penny looked the picture of calm as she spoke and I envied her for it. What I didn’t envy was how many years, deployments, and undoubted heartache that it took to cultivate that calm.

“She first told me that I looked like crap,” I chuckled along with Penny. “Then she told me I was going to join her walking group. Most of the wives in the unit met up every morning and walked a mile around base. If we had news, we shared it, some women talked about how their kids were handling things, we organized what we were sending in care packages, and we traded recipes. Anything to keep ourselves sane.”

“Are you asking me to join your walking group?” Penny pursed her lips at me, rolling her eyes. “What, you, me, and Ames could totally go for walks on the beach before school.”

“Good luck dragging that girl out of bed early,” She pushed my knee, laughing. “But seriously, Daisy, one of the best things you can do while he’s gone is stay busy and stay connected with me and with him.”

“How am I supposed to talk to him if I don’t know where he is?”

“You’ll most likely be able to call him but if you want to send him letters, you’ll give them to command and they’ll send the letters to him when they can.” When they can. That wasn’t very reassuring.

“What else do I need to know?”

I spent the day getting my affairs in order, scheduling a stop on my mail, making sure all my bills were on auto pay, and updating my will and life insurance policies. By the time it was lunch, my head was pounding from all of the tedious details.

When lunch time came and went without a word from Daisy or Penny, I stopped by the store and picked up a few things for Daisy’s apartment. Bath bombs, new pajamas, a few nice notebooks that she’d probably never write in for fear of “ruining” them. I chuckled to myself, I really did love her and all of her little quirks. If it wasn’t for Daisy’s one-year rule I’d pick her up from Penny’s and take her straight to the court house if she’d let me.

Deployments had never bothered me before, in fact, I loved them. They meant that I could fly on missions, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I kept an eye out for enemy bogeys. Now the thought of being away from home for even a few days made my heart hurt. I wanted to go to work in the morning, fly formations with the team, and come home to Daisy at the end of the day. I wanted to fall into bed beside her and tease her when she spent twenty minutes rearranging the blankets so she wouldn’t be hot.

The deployment hadn’t even started yet and I already wanted it to be over. I said a quick prayer, praying that this deployment would be a short one.

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 14

Summary:

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Daisy has a great time meeting Jake’s family but not everything is as it seems.

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“Hi there, sweetie,” The woman I recognized as Caroline pulled me into a hug, her older sister, Helen, was next. Both women were tall and blonde, sporting matching dimpled smiles and had the same green eyes as my boyfriend. Helen was slightly taller than Caroline, both of whom were absolutely beautiful in their casually cute clothjes.

“It’s so good to finally meet the woman who has little Jakey wrapped around her finger,” I blushed hard, chuckling softly.

“I don’t know about that but it’s nice to meet you too. Jake’s sorry he couldn’t make it,” Helen waved it off.

“We’re a Navy family, we get it.”

“What we don’t get,” Caroline was grinning from ear to ear, grabbing my hand off of the table, squeezing it tight. “Is how someone as amazing as you settled for our brother.”

“Be nice,” Mama chided but Caroline was undeterred. I could see Jake in his family, their relentlessness, the way the corners of their eyes crinkled when they smiled, and the way they showed their affection through touch.

“You’re cute as a button and a famous author, Jakey says you’re a fantastic cook and an even better baker, the total package. So, how did he trick you into dating him?”

“There was no tricking involved,” I laughed, I squeezed Caroline’s hand. “At first I thought he was a bit…” I trailed off, not sure what to say in front of his family but Helen swooped in with a laugh.

“Of an ass?”

“I actually laughed in his face the first time he tried to flirt with me,” His sisters cackled in delight. “But he won me over. He listens to all my rambling, buys me lots of M&Ms, and makes me feel like the most important person in any room.” A wave of sadness washed over me, Jake’s absence suddenly ten times harder. “He was really excited to come,” I added softly, my smile faltering. Helen and Caroline shared a look then smiled at me,

“You really love him, huh?” Helen asked, I just nodded. “Well, then welcome to the family, Daisy.” No one said anything as I less-than-discreetly wiped away tears that pooled in my eyes, the conversation turning towards what we were all going to order.

“You’re not a vegetarian, are you?” Mqama asked, I shook my head and she smiled. “Good, I have a roast on for dinner tonight. I meant to ask Jacob but then the specialist called.” The specialist? I didn’t pry, it wasn’t my business, but Jake had mentioned his father having health issues in the past, so I filed away the information for later. Surely they would have called Jake if it was about his father and Jake would have told me.

“You know, rumor has it that you’re working on a romance book,” Helen said after we placed our orders.

“Really now?” I laughed, wondering whether it was my agent or my publisher that had started the rumor. They were both desperate for me to send pages of a romance novel and I would never put it past them to try and use fan-pressure to push me.

“I was at a book signing a few years ago, you said you’d never write anything but detective stories,” Caroline added, sipping her water. “Did something or someone maybe,” Oh God, they were worse than Jake, “Change your mind?”

“I wouldn’t believe all the rumors you hear,” Is all I said, shaking my head. The sisters whined, Caroline sticking her bottom lip out. “I am working on a new series though.”

“A romantic one?” Helen asked hopefully, frowning when I shook my head. “Come on, Daisy! We’re your sisters-in-laws, you can tell us you’re writing a romance book.”

“Did I miss a wedding?” I laughed, cheeks hot at the idea of getting married to their brother. I knew if he was here, Jake would tell them the exact number of days between now and when he could propose.

“The wedding is a technicality-” Helen waved it off.

“I think we all know Jakey is going to propose,” Caroline added, my blush getting hotter.

“Girls, he said not to tease her,” Mama chastised. “But we really do hope he proposes soon, Franklin proposed to me after a month.” A month in, I still wasn’t sure if Jake actually liked me, I thought with a smile, shaking my head.

“Isaac proposed to me after eight,” Caroline added. Helen shrugged,

“I proposed to Ray after two years, he was taking too long.” I raised my hand to where the dog tag chain rested around my neck, missing Jake. If he was here he’d probably have his hand on my thigh beneath the table, teasing Helen for proposing, teasing me about how much his family liked me, and whispering in my ear, asking if the one-year rule still stood.

“I know he’s thinking about it,” I sighed, pulling the tags out of my shirt to hold them. “And when the time is right, I’ll say yes. Now, are you going to make me beg for embarrassing stories about my boyfriend?”

Lunch went well, then Caroline and Helen insisted that we go shopping at some local boutiques. I picked up a sweatshirt with the town name on it, Jake would probably get a kick out of me wearing it, and I bought a box of homemade saltwater taffy that Caroline said was Jake’s favorite. After the last store, mama took me home, telling me more stories about Jake as we drove.

“Franklin, you can call him pops, might be taking a nap when we get inside,” Mama warned when we pulled into the driveway. The property was beautiful, the driveway must have been a mile long, lined with gorgeous scenery, horses, and cows. I had never seen anything like it and against all of my instincts, I could hear the whispers of a sweet-talking cowboy in my mind.

“Nothing wrong with a good nap,” I laughed, “It must take a lot of energy to keep up with this place.” Mama patted my shoulder,

“How right you are, sweetheart. Let’s get your bags in the house,” The house was quiet when we entered and mama showed me to Jake’s old bedroom where I’d be staying. “Settle in, maybe take some time to write. Jacob said you were the type to appreciate alone time.”

“You make it sound like he never stops talking about me,” Mama chuckled.

“That’s because he doesn’t, sweetheart.” Her words sunk into me as the door shut behind her, leaving me alone in Jake’s room. I shut the door, digging into Jake’s checked luggage that he had to abandon when he got called in and pulled on one of his sweatshirts, breathing in his familiar scent.

“I wish you were here,” I whispered, crawling into his bed. The sheets were a similar green plaid to those he had on his bed back in California and the walls were covered with posters of baseball and football players.

Daisy: I miss you

I stared at the text for a long time before deleting it. Jake needed to focus on his mission, not on me. Instead I texted Penny, who had undoubtedly heard that the squad was being deployed through Mav.

Daisy: They’re going to be okay, right?

Penny: Try not to worry, D. Hangman will do whatever he can to come home to you

Daisy: How do you do it?

Penny: When Mav flies, I trust that he’s an amazing pilot who knows he has people waiting on him at home, just like Hangman does

Daisy: When does it start getting easier?

Penny: I’ll let you know when I figure it out

I groaned, pulling the hood of Jake’s sweatshirt over my head so that I was surrounded by his scent. What had I been thinking, agreeing to meet Jake’s family alone? I was in way over my head, that was clear. Jake had warned me that his family was keen on us getting married and how excited they were to meet me but I hadn’t expected to feel this overwhelmed by it all. To be fair, I hadn’t expected to be alone either.

“Jake Seresin,” I pulled the blanket over my head, “You better come home to me.”

When I woke up from my nap the smell of pot roast had filled the house, I sleepily climbed out of bed and headed for the stairs.

“What did the oncologist say?” Mama asked, her voice floating up the stairs. Oncologist? I froze. Jake hadn’t said what his dad was sick with but I knew enough about cancer to know it could come back. I finished going down the stairs, finding mama in the kitchen with a frail looking man who resembled Jake and it was clear.

Mama and the man I assumed was pops turned around and by their reactions, I knew my face was saying exactly what I was thinking.

“Guess the cat’s out of the bag, Honey Bunny.”

“You’re sick again, aren’t you?” My voice was soft, if his dad was sick, it would kill him.

“This isn’t exactly how I planned on meeting you, Daisy.” Pops stood on shaky legs, crossing the kitchen to stand in front of me. He took my hands in his, “But yes, the cancer came back.”

“I have to call Jake,” I reached for my phone.

“Don’t, please, Daisy,” Mama begged. “You can’t tell him, not if he’s deployed.” I paused, one hand held by pops, the other holding my phone. “If he gets upset and something happens-” There were tears all around when she said those words. “Please, don’t tell him.”

She was right. If Jake’s emotions got the best of him while he was supposed to be focused on his mission, something bad could happen. And if something bad happened, his family would blame me and I wouldn’t be able to hold that against them because they’d be right.

“Okay,” I held out my phone, not trusting myself with it. Mama took it then brought me into a hug, Pops joining in after a moment.

“Stop grinding your teeth, you’ll give yourself a headache,” Phoenix shoved my shoulder.

“Leave him alone, Phoenix. His girl is meeting his parents without him.” Rooster patted me on the back, “She’ll be fine, man. Your folks already love her.”

“I should be there,” I ground out. Javy shot me a look that told me to cool it. I loved being a pilot, I loved the Navy, and I loved Daisy. I should be there, holding her hand and suffering at the hands of my sisters. I should be showing her my favorite sweets shop, buying her more saltwater taffy than she could eat in a year, and sneaking kisses that would make her blush when my parents had their backs turned.

“Mav said it was a quick hop, just focus on that,” Said Rooster and I prayed he was right because there was one place I needed to be right now and that was with my girlfriend.

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 17

Summary:

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Daisy and Jake need to have a few conversations about the future | smut

AO3 Link

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Jake wouldn’t let me leave the bed longer than it took for me to brush my teeth in the morning, guiding me to straddle his lap.

“We’re not having sex with your parents in the house,” I pulled the comforter over my shoulders, keeping out the chill morning air. Jake settled his hands on my hips,

“Just want you close, we’ve got to talk.” I tensed, panic immediately setting in. Jake didn’t let me spiral for more than a second, pulling me in for a slow, emotional kiss that had my lungs burning for air. “We’re okay, Wildflower,” He whispered. “We’ve just got to talk about deployment stuff.”

“Sure you don’t just want to kiss me again?” Jake chuckled, giving me a peck on the lips.

“No distracting me,” He squeezed my hips, “Let’s figure out how to handle deployments as a couple.” A couple. I liked the way he said that.

“Okay, how did you handle them with your other girlfriends?” Jake blushed, looking away. “You’ve never been deployed with a girlfriend, have you?”

“I didn’t really do committed before I met you, so, this is new for both of us.” I rested my forehead against his,

“I’m scared that if I tell you something big, you’ll be distracted in the air,” Tears pricked in my eyes. “If something happened to you after I told you something? I’d never be able to forgive myself.” Jake sighed, brows furrowing in concentration as he stared at me for a long moment. “What?”

“I can’t argue with that but it’s not what I want,” Jake’s frown deepened. “I don’t want you having to carry the burden alone when big things happen.” He brushed hair behind my ear, “And I don’t want to feel blindsided when I get home.”

I sat back, biting my bottom lip, thinking. Obviously even though Pops had been in the navy, Jake’s family weren’t the people to ask. They were biased. Penny would probably know what to do.

“How about this, if something big happens, I’ll talk to Penny about how to handle it. Whatever she says goes, tell you or don’t tell you, we listen to Penny. I’ll run this past her, make sure she’s okay being on the hook for this, but, it’s the best idea I’ve got.”

“If she’s okay with it, I’m okay with it,” I nodded, smiling, a weight off my shoulders now that was sorted out. I’d give Penny a call later and run her through things but for now, Jake was home and I could finally enjoy it.

“Anything else you want to talk about?” I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. Jake rolled us so that he was on top, deepening the kiss. I moaned softly, tugging on his hair. Jake squeezed my hips, one hand smoothing up my side, coming to palm my breast. My hips keened into his, Jake’s touch lighting a two-curling fire in my stomach.

“Do you want kids?” Jake whispered, trailing kisses across my cheek and down my neck. Did I want kids? On one hand, I wanted to see my kids playing with my nieces, running around while Harvey and I looked on. On the other hand, I was terrified that something would happen, leaving them orphans like Harvey and I had been. Jake kissed me just behind the ear, making my brain go fuzzy.

“Time out, pretty boy,” Jake pulled back, clearly worried he had done something wrong. “It’s really hard to think while you’re doing that.” Jake huffed but settled us both on our sides, pulling me into his chest. “You really do love to manhandle me don’t you?”

“You doubted my ability once,” Jake kissed my forehead, I rolled my eyes, recalling the night in his truck. “Just want to make sure you remember that I can.”

“Like I could ever forget,” I sighed, thinking back on that night. “That was the night I realized I was falling in love with you.” Jake tensed and I kept going, sliding my hand under his shirt. “Still wasn’t one hundred percent sure you felt the same way but looking back on it, I know you did.”

“Damn right I did, I thought I was making myself pretty clear but you were determined to write me off,” Jake kissed my hair. “Thankfully you came around though.”

I hummed in agreement, thinking back over the past few months. Natasha had told me he was a cocky pilot they all initially hated working with and Penny had told me all about his womanizing ways in the past. Then I met him and he was a gentleman for me, always flirting, but doing everything he could to make me feel special. Always listening to me, remembering the little details like my favorite color and how I took my coffee.

He’d be an attentive dad, loving and over the top. I could picture it, laying in the back of his truck, stargazing, our kid snuggled between us. I bet Jake would be a total girl dad like Pops was, spoiling them and making them feel like princesses. God, the thought of Jake holding a baby was enough to make me regret the no-sex-in-his-parents-house rule and the one-year-proposal rule.

“Might be a good story to tell our kids one day,” I kissed his chest, right over his heart. “How many do you want?”

“Two or three,” Jake kissed my hair again, “Maybe four.”

“I’ll agree to two for now but I have a feeling you’ll be pretty convincing,” I pulled away enough to look up at him. The look on his face made me want to give into having enough kids for a soccer team. Jake pulled my leg up over his hips and kissed me hard, I couldn’t help it, hips rolling into his. Jake groaned, grinding against me.

“Can you be quiet for me?” This was a bad idea. I knew it was a bad idea but instead of standing firm, I nodded. “Good girl.” I let Jake move me around like a rag doll, laying me out on my back, taking his time to make sure I was comfortable, before shimmying the sleep pants I had put on in the morning off and my underwear.

“If we get caught, I’m going to be mortified,” I whispered. “Oh my God, is the door even locked?”

“Good call,” Jake got up and locked the door. “Now stay quiet or I’ll have to stop.” He crawled back on top of me, snaking a hand between us, sliding a finger between my folds. I bit back a moan, “You’re already so wet for me, baby.”

“Jake,” I whispered, back arching as he slipped a finger inside of me. He kissed me, smothering the noises I had as he worked his fingers in and out, thumb grazing over my clit.

“Remember, baby, quiet.” I nodded, pressing my lips together. Jake picked up his pace, “Cum for me, Daisy. Cum on my fingers and then we can practice making babies.” That should not have been hot but it was. I had a feeling my IUD was going to be working overtime now that Jake had kids on the brain. My orgasm crashed over me and I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, trying to keep myself quiet.

Jake kissed me, sucking on my bottom lip, soothing the bite mark. I reached down, guiding him into me and we both moaned. I hoped there was nobody in the hallway that could hear us, I would never be able to look my in-laws in the eyes if I knew they had heard us having sex.

“I love you,” Jake whispered, slowly moving in and out, stretching me, making my toes curl in pleasure. “I love you so much and I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you too,” I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him deeper inside of me. “So much, Jake.”

Jake took us through the motions slowly, increasing the pace until the bed squeaked and then slowing again. Somehow the chance of being caught made it all the more exciting, heightening every kiss and thrust until I was on the edge again.

“Going to cum,” I kissed his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. Jake grunted, picking up the pace slightly.

“Cum for me, Daisy, cum on my cock,” My second orgasm washed over me and Jake followed right behind me, spilling inside of me with a muffled moan, his face buried in my neck.

“I love you,” I peppered his shoulder with kisses. “And I can’t wait to marry you either.”

Mama and Daisy were in the kitchen, putting the final touches on dinner while I sat with Pops in the living room. I had attempted to help but the women had kicked me out, mama bringing up my many failed attempts at cooking in the past. Daisy had given me a kiss on the cheek and pushed me towards the living room with Pops.

“She’s a good woman, Jake,” Pops patted my knee. “I knew that before she got here but after meeting her? There’s not a question in my mind.”

“I’m going to marry her, just as soon as she lets me.”

“Good,” Pops patted my knee again and then turned up the volume on the TV, drowning out the laughter coming from the kitchen.

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writing-until-i-drop · 5 months ago

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 5

Summary:

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Everyone but Penny sees the surprise coming and Jake gets a new lock screen wallpaper.

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Amelia and I made eye contact over her mom’s head, holding in giggles. Penny was passed out, head back, snoring softly as a woman massaged her feet. Maverick had asked Phoenix to take the girls out for a mani-pedi but we all agreed that I was the less suspicious choice when it came to a girls’ day out.

“We should get lunch after this,” Amelia pulled out her phone and showed me a vegan place with a clean aesthetic. “What about here?”

“Sounds good to me,” I lied with a smile. “Is there anything else you want to do today?” I had to keep the girls out of the house for at least another hour but Maverick had said the longer the better. Amelia shrugged,

“If Mav’s gonna propose, we should go shopping,” I choked on my spit, and Amelia rolled her eyes. “Seriously? He was sweating buckets this morning and now we’re getting manicures?”

“That’s fair,” Fifteen-year-olds were very perceptive apparently. Penny let out a louder snore and Amelia elbowed her in the ribs, her mom shot awake.

“Yes?”

“We’re getting lunch and then going shopping for matching dresses,” Penny looked at me and I tried to look as enthusiastic as possible.

“Okay,” And then she nodded off again. From what Amelia and Mav had both said, Penny had had a long night closing up the Hard Deck and then had thrown back shots with her bartenders. Amelia rolled her eyes and then went back to scrolling through Instagram. My phone buzzed.

Jake: Hey, Wildflower. How are things going?

Daisy: Penny’s sound asleep and Amelia saw right through Mav

Jake: Figures, man has no poker face when it comes to her

Daisy: Mav owes me big time, Amelia wants to get vegan food

Jake: I’ll take you for pizza tonight after everything

Daisy: Deal

I paused, brow furrowing. Did he mean getting pizza as a friend? Or as a date? I shook off the thought, of course, it was as friends. Well…I blushed, it might not have been so bad if Jake wanted to- No. I put the thought away in a locked filing cabinet, the same cabinet where the feeling of his muscled arms beneath my hand was stored. Jake and I were never going to be anything more than friends, even if he was perfect and handsome, and he listened to all of my stories with a smile on his face. Absolutely not.

Jake: What color did you get your nails?

Daisy: Guess

Jake: Green, the same shade as your bedspread

Daisy: How the hell did you guess that on your first try?

Jake: Because you told me it was your favorite

Jake: And I remember everything you say

I didn’t even know how to respond, so I didn’t. Amelia and I chatted about baking while they painted our toes. She had volunteered to bake for a soccer team bake sale to buy new uniforms for the school year.

“If you need help, just give me a call. I’ll help you bake whatever you need,” Amelia lit up with a smile,

“That would be great! I was planning on using bagged mix but actual homemade stuff would sell so much better.” It felt good to be helpful, Amelia reminded me of my oldest niece, Sarah. Sarah was four and loved soccer, at that age it was mostly just kids running around and screaming excitedly. She had the same blonde hair as Amelia too, always smiling and giving her parents a hard time.

After a very dry and under seasoned lunch that Penny and I managed to grin and bear it through, we ended up at a little boutique. Amelia treated Penny and I like her own personal dress up dolls, having us try on dress after dress until she found one that looked good on all three of us and was up to her standards.

The dress she settled on for me was a light green made of light, flowy fabric. It cinched at my waist and made my boobs look fantastic. The only negative was that it clung to my stomach a little but I couldn’t stop smiling at how cute I looked and in a moment of giddiness, I snapped a picture in the changing room mirror with an arm around my waist. Then I sent it to Jake.

“Yo, D, you ready to go?” Amelia shouted and I quickly grabbed the shopping bag filled with my earlier clothes and followed her out to the car.

Jake: Baby you’re killing me in that dress

Daisy: That was the idea, pretty boy

“Flirting with Hangman?” Penny asked, the pep finally back in her step. “You two are adorable together.”

“We’re just friends,”

“Suuuuuuurrreeee,” Amelia patted my shoulder from the back seat, “You keep telling yourself that, D.”

“You two are horrible, we’re friends!”

“That man used to go home with a different girl every night and now he doesn’t even look at another woman, even when you’re not at the bar.” Penny shot me a motherly look that had me blushing like a schoolgirl, “In fact, he spends every moment you’re not there on his phone. Would you happen to know what he’s doing?”

“Oh! I know, I know!” Amelia pounds on the back of my seat, “Texting D!” Penny made a dinging noise. “You guys are too cute together, everyone can see it.”

“I’m not listening,” I plugged my ears with my fingers, “Lalalalalalala.” Penny smacked a hand over my mouth.

“I will bet you a hundred dollars that Hangman’s going to have his hands on you within a minute of us walking through the door.” I was going to lose that bet, I already knew it.

“You’re on.” I was an idiot.

Penny thought they were celebrating the end of summer, a weak cover story, but Penny was looking forward to it. Especially since Maverick had promised to organize the whole thing so that she didn’t have to lift a finger, me taking them out on a girls’ day on Maverick’s credit card was just the cherry on top.

“Ready to win, mom?” Amelia asked, the double meaning completely lost on Penny as we strolled through the doors of the Hard Deck. The lights were off inside and it was impressive how quiet the daggers were being before Penny flicked on the lights. Stretched across the rafters was a white and gold banner with the words will you marry me written in cursive and Maverick was on one knee with a ring in his hand.

“Oh my God! Of course!” Penny rushed to Maverick, kissing him soundly as he slid the long overdue ring onto her finger. The daggers came out from the woodwork, hooping and hollering with excitement. I caught sight of Jake who was already beelining towards me with an indiscernible look on his face.

“You’re so losing the bet,” Amelia snorted, showing me a timer that was counting down from a minute.

“You’re horrible,” Jake swept me into a hug, the bet officially lost. When my feet lifted from the floor I shrieked in equal parts surprise, horror, and delight.

“Jake, put me down!”

“You look fucking gorgeous, Wildflower.” Jake dropped me gently to my feet but kept his grasp on my waist, holding me at arm's length while he took one long look at me. Amelia walked off, laughing as she went. Jake was looking at me like I was a T-bone steak and he was a starving man, a deep flush working from my cheeks down to my chest under his intense gaze. “I mean it, Daisy. You look beautiful.”

“Shut up,” I laughed, letting him pull me into his chest. My heart was racing, that stupid fluttery feeling they described in romance books making me a little nauseous. “We’re supposed to be paying attention to Mav and Penny.”

“I don’t think I can pay attention to anyone but you right now and you, pretty girl, better believe this is Jake talking and not Hangman.” I stopped laughing, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Well, whoever’s saying it is making me blush,”

“Well, you made me blush with that picture. It’s only fair.” Jake squeezed my hip, making me blush even harder. I wanted to go up on my toes and press my lips to his but instead, I pushed him away with a laugh, pretending I didn’t believe a word he said like I always did but this time I had doubts that he was joking. “Daisy-”

“Come on, pretty boy. I have to pay the bride.”

Daisy yelped when I lifted her onto the bed of the truck. We stayed at the party for a few hours, Daisy spending most of the time with the girls while I hung around Mav and the guys. Maverick had been over the moon, talking about his plans for a big wedding and an even bigger honeymoon. Then when he was ready to spend time with his fiancee, sweeping her off her feet and taking her to his bike, Amelia having been picked up by a friend earlier in the night, Daisy had gone right to my side and laced her fingers with mine.

“Stop doing that! You’ll hurt your back.” She protested, smacking my chest.

“And why would I hurt my back, Wildflower? You don’t think I’m strong enough to manhandle my girl?” Her mouth opened and shut a few times, I could tell by the scrunch of her brow that she didn’t know which part of my words to respond to. Did she insist she was too heavy again? Which was total bullshit. Or did she protest that I called her my girl? I tapped her knee, “Scoot your pretty ass back to the pillows while I grab the pizza.” Daisy muttered something under her breath about me being an ass but did what I said.

She looked as pretty as a picture, leaned back against the pillows in the bed of my truck, her sundress pooled high up on her creamy thighs, staring up at the stars with a soft smile. Lord have mercy, I needed this woman to give my heart a break before it beat so hard it lept from my chest.

“Are you going to keep staring or join me up here?” Daisy snapped without malice, making me grin.

“Actually, darlin, I want a picture to prove I had the prettiest girl in the world in my bed.”

“You’re an idiot,” She sighed but smiled for the picture that I quickly set as my lock screen before climbing up beside her. “You know, you’re not nearly half as charming as you think you are.”

“And you’re a horrible liar. Now eat your pizza and look at the stars,” She responded instantly to the stern tone of my voice, and hell if that didn’t make me that much more attracted to her. We ate in silence, staring up at the sky, and when the pizza was gone, Daisy let me wrap her in my arms.

I wanted to do this every night, lazily tracing patterns on her thigh and kissing her neck while she giggled at me to knock it off. I wanted her to tell me stories about the stars and lace her fingers with mine. I wanted everything she was willing to give me and a little bit more for as long as she would let me have it. Which was hopefully forever. Forever. I’d never thought about forever before, not like this at least. My biggest dream had always been flying and I would let nothing get in the way of that but Daisy had been on my mind every second of the day that I wasn’t in the sky.

“Hey, Harvey.” I had been so far in thought I hadn’t even heard her phone ring. There was a jealous spark in my chest. Who the hell was Harvey? Some guy from back home?

Daisy must have felt me tense, her free hand resting reassuringly on my thigh. “No, I’m fine. Yes, I’m telling the truth,” She huffed hotly. “Now’s actually not a good time, I’m stargazing.” The tips of her ears went red, “No, I’m not with Tasha. I’m with,” She looked over at me and I was already staring at her. What was she going to say? Friend might kill me, I knew boyfriend was off the table for now. “I’m with a very good friend,” She squeezed my thigh, “His name’s Jake.”

A very good friend? I could work with that. “Yeah, okay, Harv. I love you too,” Just hearing those three words come out of her mouth was enough to stop my heart. She squeezed my thigh again, biting her bottom lip as she stared up at me. “Give my nieces a kiss for me. M’bye.” Nieces. Harvey must have been the brother Phoenix had mentioned in passing.

“What was that about?” Daisy shook her head, silencing her phone before relaxing back into my side, her hand still on my thigh.

“He’s just checking up on me. I, uh, historically don’t do well with September.” I waited for her to elaborate, to talk my ear off for an hour but no explanation came.

“Care to explain?”

“It’ll ruin the night, trust me. I’ll tell you some other time.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, Daisy. I want to know everything about you, the good, the bad, and the ugly.” She huffed at me and I just knew she was rolling her eyes.

“Can you just hold me for a little bit longer and maybe…” She trailed off with a sigh, fingers tapping on my thigh. “Can you…”

“Whatever you want, Wildflower. All you ever have to do is ask.”

“Kiss my hair?” This woman was going to kill me, it was official, and I couldn’t have been happier to be a dead man walking.

“It would be my pleasure, darlin.” I tried to take a picture of this moment in my mind.

I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, making me forget about everything else in the world. Daisy’s hair smelled like vanilla and lavender and as I placed a gentle kiss on her soft, red hair, I couldn’t help but do it again, and again. We sat there until the air became too cold for comfort, even with a blanket, the sky twinkling above us as her fingers gently rubbed my thigh through my jeans. It was the perfect night, I kissed her forehead when I pulled her out of the truck bed, and then her knuckles after I helped her into the passenger seat.

“Such a gentleman, Jake.” She sighed, looking at me like Penny had looked at Mav when she spotted him on one knee. I swallowed hard, mouth going dry thinking about myself down on one knee.

“I’m your gentleman, Wildflower.”

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