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tongue-like-a-razor · 3 months

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AHHHH CONGRATS ON 5K- YOU DESERVE ALL OF THEM AND SO SO MUCH MORE (I’m absolutely obsessed with your account it makes me so happy)

If you’re still taking requests could I have a bbf!Jake one where they’re at a bar again and this time someone really creepy is hitting on baby Bradshaw and even though she’s trying to get away from him, he won’t leave her alone. Cue super Jake to the rescue (and he’s pissed)

I hope this is okay and if not, don’t worry about it :)

THANK YOU SO MUCH AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY <333

OOOH I LOVE ME SOME PROTECTIVE JAKE! And thank you sm for your kind words, lovely <3

I'm gonna say this drabble is an extension of Part 4 of BBF but really can probably be read on its own. Here we go!

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Brother's Best Friend - N-O Spells No

Jake Seresin x Reader

“C’mon, sweetheart, let me buy you a drink,” says the man with the slicked-back hair and smarmy leer for a third time, taking a seat at your table on the patio.

His friends at a neighboring table guffaw, apparently finding their friend’s persistent approach hilarious. You find it extremely disrespectful. “No, thanks,” you respond, again.

The man’s grin broadens as though your rejection spurs him on. He slides his chair in closer and leans in to whisper something in your ear. But, before he has a chance to speak, you decide that you’ve had enough and rise from your seat. You’d rather forfeit your table than put up with any more of this bullshit.

You start for the door to go into the bar, but the man leaps up to follow you. He catches up with you just as you’re about to enter and takes you by the arm, spinning you around to face him. “You don’t know what you’re missing, honey,” he mutters and his voice makes your skin crawl.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Jake as he’s about to place his drink order at the counter. The disturbance near the front door has made him glance in your direction and his expression darkens when he sees you. He immediately steps away from the bar, forgetting all about the drinks he just paid for, and marches determinedly toward the door.

Before you could tell the creep to watch out, Jake is outside, curling his arm around your waist to relocate you so that he could turn back and grab a hold of the man’s shirt, ramming him into the wall, back first. “Who the fuck are you?” he growls at the – now cowering – man.

“I’m a friend, I’m a friend!” the man exclaims in alarm, his hands shooting up to show that he’s not looking for a fight.

You give the man a disgusted scowl when he looks over at you pleadingly, hoping that you’ll corroborate his statement. Jake glances over his shoulder at you too. “This true?” he asks. “You know him?”

You’re silent for a moment, wondering what Jake would do if you told him the truth. You really don’t want him getting banned from the Hard Deck for starting a fight on your behalf.

But Jake takes your lack of a response as a no and pulls on the man’s collar just to slam him back into the wall again. The man, to your great satisfaction, looks like he’s about to cry. “She didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend!” the man cries.

Jake grimaces aggressively. “Did she tell you to fuck off?” he asks dangerously.

The man gulps anxiously. “If she’d just told me she was with somebody” –

“What the fuck does that matter?” Jake shoves the man into the wall for a third time and the latter whimpers pathetically. “No is a full fucking sentence.”

“Okay, Jake, that’s enough,” you say, putting your hand on his arm. “I think he got the idea.”

Jake glances down at you with a heavy sigh and then back at the snivelling man. Then, he lowers his head and mutters in a low, intimidating voice, “You come near her again, I’m not gonna be this nice.”

The man nods vehemently and, the moment Jake lets go of him, he slips away, ditching his friends – who, admittedly, hadn’t even come to his aid – as they scramble to collect their things before following him out.

Jake turns to look at you worriedly. “Are you okay?” he asks, taking a step toward you.

You nod. “Yeah, thanks for coming to my rescue,” you reply. “Although, I totally could’ve taken him.”

Jake draws his lips together to keep from smiling; he’s not ready to find the humor in the situation quite yet. “You shouldn’t have had to,” he remarks.

You shrug and meet his gaze. “I’m glad you were here.”

Jake nods and then takes your shoulder and pulls you into an embrace. “Me too,” he says.

You close your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to enjoy the hug because there isn’t often an excuse to lean in while Jake Seresin just holds you. In fact, you can’t think if a single time in recent history when this type of scenario has taken place. Suddenly, you’re not too mad about the creep that almost ruined your day.

“Where’s my brother?” you ask once the two of you separate.

Jake sighs with a grin and shakes his head. “He took off.”

“What? With that chick he just met?”

Jake nods sheepishly, as though he’s somehow to blame for Bradley’s promiscuity. You grin at him. “Perfect,” you say. “Now, we have plenty of time to talk about the thing.”

Jake cringes and lets out a defeated groan.

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tongue-like-a-razor · 3 months

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For the celebration (congrats btw!!) could we see the first time that it came up in conversation that Jake had a crush on a mystery girl? However you pictured it happening! Unless it’s too early to reveal it or if you have other plans for it! You can completely ignore this!!

I love your work!!

Aww thank you so much, darling! I love love love this request! I imagine this conversation happening between part 6 and 7 :D Hope you like it!

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Brother's Best Friend - Off Limits

Jake Seresin x Reader

“What’s the matter with you?”

Jake looks up from his drink, a little dazed. “What do you mean?”

Bradley gives him a pointed look. “Well, you didn’t even notice the two chicks we passed on the patio on our way in. Twins. You let me crush you at Mortal Kombat. Twice. You’ve barely touched your beer. And I’m pretty sure you weren’t listening to my rant about the pickles.”

“The pickles?” Jake cocks his head in confusion.

Bradley nods. “Mm-hm, the pickles that are supposed to be on this burger.” He gestures at his half-eaten meal.

Jake stares at Bradley for a moment. “Can’t believe I almost missed that.”

Bradley purses his lips sourly and returns his attention to his food. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re distracted.”

Jake looks down at his own plate and mutely picks up a fry.

Bradley, who’s about to take a bite, slowly lowers his burger, watching Jake zone out again as he chews. Bradley smirks, setting his burger down. “Spill,” he demands.

Jake cringes. “There’s nothing to spill.”

Bradley starts chortling. “Who is she?”

Jake sighs uneasily and finally meets Bradley’s gaze. “Uh, you don’t know her.”

“You bang her yet?”

Jake tries not to wince. “No. She… doesn’t know.”

“Doesn’t know what?” But after two seconds of contemplation, Bradley leans into the table excitedly. “Are you telling me you’re hung up on a chick who has no clue that you’re into her?”

Jake swallows uncomfortably. “Looks like it,” he responds miserably.

“Why haven’t you asked her out?”

Jake glances up at his friend, doing his best not to appear overly guilty. “She’s bad news.”

Bradley’s grin broadens. “I like the sound of that.”

Jake suppresses a groan. “No, it’s not what you think.”

“What do I think?”

Jake grimaces, staring into his fizzing beer. “I just mean… she’s not an option.”

“Because?” Bradley raises his eyebrows expectantly.

Jake shifts in his seat and looks back up warily. The truth is, he wouldn’t mind talking about you at all. In fact, he’s dying to tell his best friend about the emotional turmoil he’s been contending with since he realized he had feelings for you. But, as luck would have it, Bradley is actually the root of the problem, and consequently the last person Jake should be sharing with. Still, Jake really can’t resist talking about you, given how much he’s lately been keeping to himself. “Because she’s” – off limits – “taken.”

Bradley nods sympathetically. “Been there.”

Jake grips his beer stein and lifts it off the table. “Her boyfriend is a real piece of work, too.”

“So, show her that you’re better. Easy.”

Jake sets his beer back down without taking a drink. “Am I?”

Bradley leans back in his seat with a chuckle. “Oh no,” he says.

“What?”

“You fucking like her, dude.”

“I told you, I like her.”

“No.” Bradley shakes his head. “No, no. You don’t just like her, man. You like her.”

Jake is watching Bradley impassively. “Are you fucking glitching?”

Bradley laughs. “Admit it!”

Jake opens his mouth to protest that he already has, but then closes it again because obviously Bradley is right. “Yes, I fucking like her, Bradshaw. I like her enough to know that she shouldn’t be with me.”

Bradley’s obnoxious cackle has fizzled to a merry chuckle now and he shakes his head with a loud, theatrical sigh. “My boy is growing up!”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m so proud of you, man.”

“I said, shut the fuck up, Bradshaw.”

Bradley raises his hands in surrender. “Okay,” he says giddily. “So, tell me about her.”

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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My doctor just told me that I need to read more flashback scenes of baby bradshaw and bbf Jake or I’ll die. Normally I’d get a second opinion but I think he’s right.

Hahaha that's a very grim diagnosis. Good thing I've got just the cure!

Here's a prom flashback for ya!

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Brother's Best Friend - Prom

Jake Seresin x Reader

“You’re going,” Jake says firmly, placing his hands on his hips because he means business. He's standing in the doorway to your bedroom.

“I’m not going,” you respond stubbornly, turning away from him. Your boyfriend dumped you two days before prom night and there is no way you’re going to attend now.

“Don’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he broke you,” Jake continues in the exact same, resolute tone.

“He did break me.” You sigh with a sniffle and swivel back in your desk chair to face Jake.

Jake looks at you with a small grin. “No way,” he says. “You’re unbreakable.”

You snort, wiping your eyes. “Stop,” you demand, even though he has made you smile.

“You already have a dress,” Jake persists, strolling into your bedroom and pulling your beautiful gown out of the closet.

“I don’t have a date,” you grumble.

“So?”

“So, it’s embarrassing! Sean’s already got a new girlfriend!”

Jake cringes. “Sean’s a loser.”

“I’m a loser!”

Jake sighs, setting your dress down onto the bed, and walks over to where you’re sitting. He crouches down before you, placing his hands on the arms of your chair, and looks up, trying to catch your gaze. “There is no way in hell you actually believe that,” he says.

You glance down at him, your heart racing because Jake Seresin has never ever been this close to you before. You’d almost forgotten how much you used to crush on him back in the day and, now that you’re staring unblinkingly into his eyes, you’re right back to being the silly little sister who’s infatuated with her brother’s best friend.

“You are by far the coolest person I know,” Jake continues. “And that includes your brother, by the way.”

You chuckle self-consciously and lower your gaze. “Too bad Sean doesn’t think so.”

“Sean is an idiot,” Jake retorts.

You smile. “A loser and an idiot,” you say. “Didn’t realize you thought so highly of him.”

Jake gives you a wry look. “He’s lucky I don’t kick his ass.”

You roll your eyes and laugh. “Jake, I don’t want to go, truly. I’m not sad about it.”

“You will be. Someday.”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “My friends aren’t going.”

“So?”

“So, the only reason I agreed to go was because Sean wanted to. I don’t want to go alone.” You cringe just thinking about it.

Jake purses his lips, gazing into your eyes. “I’ll go with you,” he says decisively.

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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Congrats on 5K!!! You deserve it!!!!!!

Would you ever write about BBF jake and Baby B meeting? When did they meet? How did they meet? What was it like? Did they like the other right away? If you are planning in addressing this in the main story, or just don’t want to write it, please feel free to ignore this :)

Thank you babe! Yay a BBF request!! I always imagined them meeting when Bradley and Jake were in high school and Baby B was maybe 3 or so years behind. I think that, even though he likely wasn't physically attracted to her at first, Jake immediately found her to be interesting. Basically, she very quickly became someone he admired and respected. So, without further ado, here you go. Hope you enjoy!

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Brother's Best Friend - How They Met

Jake Seresin x Reader

You’re sitting with your brand new, middle school boyfriend on your brand new, middle school bed spread that’s recently replaced your Little Mermaid quilt. You’ve got NSYNC posters all over your walls and you’re very proud of the overall aesthetic you’ve created in your room. Your personal space, which, like always, is rudely infiltrated by your annoying brother the moment he gets home from school.

A sudden crash – Bradley bodychecking your door – makes you and your boyfriend jump apart in a panic even though all you were doing was holding hands. The next moment, Bradley waltzes into your room without even a knock.

“Door stays open, remember?” he reminds you with a shake of his head, giving your brand new boyfriend a dirty look.

“Get out!” you yell, throwing a stuffed dinosaur at his head.

Bradley ducks and the dinosaur lands in the hands of the dreamiest guy you’ve ever seen. Obviously, this is a new friend of Bradley’s, because you would’ve remembered seeing that face before. He enters your bedroom after Bradley, looking around with a smirk. The guy is gorgeous, of course; he’s in high school, unlike your brand new middle school boyfriend.

You glare at the two of them. “Newsflash: this isn’t a public park. You can’t just barge in here with your friends.”

“I wouldn’t have to barge in here if you kept your door open like you’re supposed to,” Bradley says, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Ever heard of privacy?” you bite back grumpily, heading straight for your brother and shoving him back the way he came. “We’re busy.”

“Doing what?!” Bradley exclaims with a laugh as you push him and his friend out the door.

You give your brother a withering look. “Doing it, obviously. Not to mention all the drugs.”

Bradley’s cute friend snorts trying to hold back a laugh while Bradley stares at you in outrage. “Door open,” he warns, backing away and then heading to his own room down the hall.

His friend lingers at your door for another moment, watching you with amusement. He glances over your shoulder at your brand new boyfriend before looking back down at you. “Meth?” he asks casually.

You blink at him in surprise. Is Bradley’s smoking hot high school friend joking? With you? “Well, yeah,” you respond with a completely straight face. Humor is, thankfully, one of your strong suits.

“Jake, you coming?” Bradley calls. “I found the tabs, man.” He’s waving around his acoustic guitar in the doorway to his room.

Jake nods at Bradley and then glances back at you. “Take it easy, Baby Bradshaw,” he says.

“Actually, it’s - ” but Jake walks away before you get to tell him your name.

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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for the 5k celly, (congrats btw! 💕) if you feel like it, I'd love to see that part in part 6 of bbf where she's drunk and says she's not going to break up with her boyfriend from Jake's pov? like how was he feeling knowing that the girl he likes is dating a dick?

Ooh another request for part 6 of BBF!! I was really hoping for some Jake POV requests because I LOVE getting in his head 😆 So, thank you! (Ps. Is part 6 everyone's fave chapter?? 🤭)

Here you go, love! Jake's perspective. Enjoy ❤️

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Brother's Best Friend - Jake's POV of The Fight

Jake Seresin x Reader

Jake can’t believe what he’s hearing. To think that you’re actually planning on continuing to date this douchebag after how he’s treated you is absurd. “Don’t you dare consider seeing him again,” he warns, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he can stop himself. He winces slightly at how threatening they sound. What Jake really means is, please, for the love of god, don’t get hurt.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” you retort, making a face at him that suggests you’re going to do the exact opposite of what he says. That’s nothing new.

“I can if you’re gonna be stupid about it.” Another phrase which makes Jake inwardly cringe, but he’s trying to get a point across, damnit.

“Go to hell,” you say tiredly, turning away from him.

Jake releases a disgruntled sigh. “Whatever,” he replies, even though, obviously, it isn’t whatever, and he can hardly take in a breath as he storms out of your bedroom.

“Stop judging me!” you’re yelling from the threshold of your room when he reaches the stairs.

Jake gapes at you, struggling to keep his anger in check. “I’M NOT JUDGING YOU!” he roars. “I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU!”

“WHY?” you scream, as if it isn’t evident.

Jake takes a breath, trying to compose himself. If he lets himself say any more, there will be an entirely different problem on his hands. So, he exhales slowly and starts down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” you ask, sounding alarmed.

“Home,” he replies, as unemotionally as possible, making a left at the foot of the stairs and marching straight for the front door. Before he can even get his shoes on, however, he hears a gasp and then a thump and he’s running back toward the staircase without a second thought. When he sees that you’re still standing, he claps a hand to his chest and starts breathing again. “Why are you following me?” he growls, coming up the stairs to meet you as you waver on the spot.

You blink up at him miserably when he reaches you and whimper, “I don’t want you to go.”

Jake holds you by the shoulders as you sink down onto the step. Your words induce a violent series of jolts in his chest that he’s ill-equipped to deal with in the midst of your persisting conflict. Why you don’t want him to leave has no bearing on whether or not he will stay, so why dwell on it? “Let’s get you back to bed,” he says quietly.

...

“I don’t get it,” Jake says once you’re tucked in, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “Why would you keep seeing this idiot?”

You take a moment to gather your thoughts as if you’re not quite sure, yourself. “It’s just nice to be liked,” you say hesitantly.

“I like you!” Jake responds instantly, surprised at your logic. Plenty of people like you. More than you know, in fact.

But you’re shaking your head. “Not like that, Jake. You know what I mean” – he doesn’t – “It’s nice to feel…”

“What?” Jake asks, watching you closely.

“Wanted,” you finally say.

Jake stares at you in awe. There’s no way your dumbass boyfriend wants you the way – well, the way that he does, for instance.

“You know,” you continue, as if Jake isn’t following, “physically. To feel like someone needs to have me. An all-encompassing, mind-altering desire that can’t be helped.”

Jake watches you mutely. He hasn’t given much thought to the kind of desire he feels for you, and he’s not going to pick this moment to start. “That jackass makes you feel this way?” he asks with a cringe.

“I mean, he wants sex.”

Jake brings his hands up to conceal the revulsion on his face. “I swear to god, if you mention your sex life one more time, I’m going to throw myself out your window.”

You laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”

Jake sighs and lays down beside you. There’s got to be a way of conveying just how much he wants you to never see that asswipe again without revealing that he wants to be the one you see instead. “I know it’s not my place,” he says cautiously, apprehensive about riling you again. He turns to face you, not thinking about how all-encompassing, mind-altering, and utterly unparalleled his desire is for you now that he's this close, and says, “But I am begging you, please dump his sorry ass.”

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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Congrats on your 5K celebration! Love your blog and your enthusiasm responding to everyone’s ideas and update reactions!

Requesting a BBF what if. I have 2 what ifs so whatever tickles your fancy.

In Part 6 Jake is driving a drunk Baby Bradshaw home and she says how she won’t remember anything in the morning which interests Jake. What if this made Jake a little bolder about his feelings and Baby B’s ‘options?’

OR in Part 8 what if Jake and Baby B did kiss on that dance floor and Bradley saw? What would Bradley’s reaction be and how honest would Jake be about his feelings in the moment to resolve the conflict.

Ahh thank you so much, darling 🥰 It was hard for me to pick just one of these but I decided to go with the first one, just because I had originally considered having him confess at that point so I was actually itching to write this scene! Thanks for sending this in 😁

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Brother's Best Friend - What If Jake Confessed

Jake Seresin x Reader

Jake lets out a heavy sigh and closes his eyes, resting his cheek atop your head as you sink into his embrace. He strokes your arm gently with his hand, wondering just how much of this moment you might remember the following day. He’ll remember it forever, probably.

“Feel any better?” he asks, looking down at you.

You glance up at him with sparkling eyes and nod.

Jake brings his hand up to brush some hair out of your face. “Why are you crying, then?”

Your mouth trembles and a couple of tears slip down your cheeks. You wipe them away quickly and step away from him. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Jake stares at you, taken aback. “Try me.”

You give him an annoyed look, like he’s proposed something completely preposterous. You don’t respond, of course, because you’re stubborn as fuck. Jake throws his hands up in frustration when you turn and start stumbling your way back to the car.

“Careful!” he calls, jogging after you to make sure you don’t trip on your own feet. When he opens your door, he says levelly, “You’d tell me if he hurt you, right?”

You meet his gaze with a look of surprise. “Who?”

Jake narrows his eyes. “Your boyfriend?” he reminds you. “Are you okay?”

You drop your gaze and bring your hand to your head. “Oh, right,” you say. “Ignore me, I’m so fucking drunk.”

Jake watches in amusement as you try to determine which of your legs you should lift into the car first in order to exert the least amount of effort. “You’re hard to ignore,” he remarks affectionately.

You pause, halfway into the passenger seat, and lift your eyes to look at him. You’re frowning. “I am?” you whimper.

Jake gulps uneasily, staring back into your eyes. “Not for lack of trying,” he admits, hoping you’re too inebriated to register the meaning behind his words.

But you freeze, blinking at him mutely. Finally, you say, “You’re… trying to ignore me?”

Jake winces and rubs his forehead. Of all the girls he could have fallen for, why’d it have to be you? “Just seems like the appropriate thing to do,” he says, mostly to the ground now because he can’t face you, no matter how plastered you are.

“Um,” you mutter, your voice a little strained. “What would happen if you didn’t,” you ask quietly, “try to ignore me?”

Jake looks up at you warily. He tries to retain a relatively impassive expression, but he could feel the quirk of his eyebrows as they converge of their own accord. “Something inappropriate?” he posits.

You stare at him in astonishment. “Like what?” you breathe.

Jake wavers for a moment, wondering if you are, in fact, intoxicated enough to, by morning, forget what he’s about to do. Then, he steps around the passenger door and takes your hand in his. “Why were you crying?”

You eye him defiantly. “Why are you trying to ignore me?”

Jake drops his gaze to your lips for a split second before looking back at you pensively. “You wouldn’t understand,” he says softly, squeezing your hand.

You bite your lip nervously and squeeze back. “Try me.”

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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Congratulations for you 5k!!! 🎉🎉🎉

About BFF , could you make a Jake POV about baby B , like when he started have feelings for her and when he started talk with Bradley about her.

Hey babe! Thank you so much <3

I'm thinking that Jake probably started to have feelings for Baby B the night that they spent at the ER. Or, that's when he started to realize it, at least. Here's a little blurb from Jake's POV!

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Brother's Best Friend - Emergency

Jake Seresin x Reader

Jake returns your intake form to the front desk and sits back down beside you. “All done,” he says proudly.

You roll your eyes.

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you’,” he suggests.

You give him a flat look like he’s annoying the shit out of you or something.

Jake raises his eyebrows. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Hope not,” you say calmly. “I’m allergic, remember?”

Jake snorts, playfully nudging your shoulder with his.

After several moments of silence, you say, “Having a fun night?”

He can tell that you’re being sarcastic, but Jake’s actually having a pretty good time with you, even if it is at a hospital. It’s not a surprise; you’ve always been exceptional company. “The best,” he responds in an ironic tone because he doesn’t want you to take him too seriously, despite meaning exactly what he says.

You grimace. “Sorry for ruining the evening.”

Jake looks over at you with a smirk. “You should be,” he says. “So rude of you.”

You shake your head with a smile. “I’m the worst.”

Jake laughs. “I wasn’t gonna say it.”

Your mouth drops open in outrage and you smack him on the shoulder.

Jake cowers slightly, still chuckling. “This isn’t helping your case.”

You lower your hand, still grinning.

“How’s the ankle?” he asks.

You straighten your leg out in front of you, lifting your ankle into view. “Still there,” you reply casually.

Jake chuckles mildly and leans forward to examine the swelling. “Looks terrible,” he remarks.

“Don’t be mean!” you cry offendedly, pulling your foot into your lap to cradle your ankle.

“I meant, it looks painful,” Jake clarifies with a laugh. “You dork.”

You sigh, wincing as you bring your foot back down to the ground.

You spend the next hour talking about how much fun you were having at the bonfire and all Jake could think is how much more fun he’s having just hanging out with you. It bothers him, for some reason, when you tell him about the hot guy who was hitting on you all evening and how upset you are that he never asked for your number. And finally, when you slowly start to drift off to sleep, Jake begins to understand why.

He looks down at you curiously, as your head rests on his shoulder, wondering why you leaning on him feels so good. He takes a moment to admire the features of your face before realizing how creepy it is that he’s watching you sleep. He turns away in disgust; he has no business looking at you like that. You’re his best friend’s baby sister, for fuck’s sake. He should not be noticing how pretty you are, or how cute you look in overall shorts. He should not be thinking about how funny your jokes are or how sweet your smile is.

In short, he should not be falling for you. But he realizes with absolute dread that he is. Or possibly, that he already has. Talk about a fucking emergency.

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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Yay!!!!!!! 5K!!!!!! This is such a cute way to celebrate!

May I please request something for BBF? Like a beach day with Jake and both Bradshaws (or maybe the whole dagger squad, idk it’s up to you!) and Jake can’t keep his eyes off of Baby Bradshaw? It could be before or after they admitted their feelings!! Your choice!! Congratulations on hitting 5k!

Ahh this is a super cute request! And thank you so much, lovely :D Here we go, beach day with the Bradshaws: this scene takes place before they get together (and before Jake realizes he has feelings for Baby B).

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Brother's Best Friend - Beach Day

Jake Seresin x Reader

Jake is out of the water in five seconds flat when he sees some random guy approach you back on the beach.

“Dude!” Bradley calls after him. “The ball, man!”

But Jake has no idea where the ball’s gone because he doesn’t even turn around to look for it. He doesn’t know why it bothers him that this guy is showing interest in you, but it probably has something to do with how little you’re wearing. All he knows is, you’re off limits to anybody who approaches you while your ass cheeks are barely contained by your tiny-by-comparison bikini bottoms.

“What’s going on?” Jake says sternly, stopping at the edge of your beach towel after jogging over.

You’re lying down on your stomach and Jake tries his best to keep his attention squarely on your face when you look up at him rather than your aforementioned butt.

“We’re just chatting, man,” the guy – who’s obviously a fucking moron – replies as though Jake had been addressing him.

Jake shoots him a threatening glare. “She’s reading,” Jake remarks, gesturing to the book in your hands which you’re actively setting aside.

“I’ve got a bookmark,” you say, sliding your book away and sitting up on your towel.

Jake grimaces at you. How could you possibly be enjoying this guy’s advances when he’s such a nuisance? “Still rude to interrupt,” Jake reasons.

You narrow your eyes at him and cross your arms over your chest. Jake promptly looks away because your tits are, as a result, squished together and Jake has no interest whatsoever in ogling his best friend’s baby sister’s tits. “Rude to interrupt, you say?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at him.

Jake glances back at you in surprise. He hasn’t considered that he’s the one doing the interrupting.

“You’re dripping on my towel,” you note when he doesn’t respond.

Jake makes a face. “It’s meant to get wet.” Before you can argue that fact, he changes the subject, “Are you wearing sunscreen?”

You look down to examine your chest. “Why, am I burning?”

Jake winces inwardly as he attempts, once again, to refrain from staring at your cleavage. He crouches down to grab some sunscreen out of the beach bag and hands it over to you. “You’re burning,” he confirms. Burning, scorching, extremely fucking hot. It’s all the same.

“Sorry,” says the guy who’s still just awkwardly standing there. “Didn’t realize you had a boyfriend.”

Jake looks between you and your new friend as he starts to walk away. “No, he’s not –” you start, but the guy just shrugs and takes off down the beach. “Fuck,” you mutter, spreading a thick layer of sunscreen over your stomach.

Jake, who feels unexpectedly pleased at being referred to as your boyfriend, scratches his brow in thought as he watches the man shrink in the distance. Then, he shakes his head distastefully. “You can do better,” he finally declares.

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5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Masterlist for all my 5k celly drabbles in case you missed any! I'll be posting the rest of the drabbles soon so you can check this list for updates!

Original Post

BBF Drabbles:

How They Met

Beach Day

What If Jake Confessed

Jake's POV of The Fight

Prom

Emergency

Off Limits

N-O Spells No

Prom Part 2

Bonfire (working title)

Jake's POV of The Morning

Untitled

Doctor Doctor, Gimme the News:

The Plan

Altitude:

Chapter 14 Snippet

Faking It:

Bradley's POV Before the Kiss

Less Talk:

Bradley's POV

Untitled 1

Untitled 2

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congrats on 5k !

Could you do maybe a bradley pov of the doctor doctor one shot . Maybe of mavdad and bradley interactions before/after the appointment (loved the sarcastic quips and arguing) or even just fluff of him during crushing on the doctor

Thanks babe! Here's a little snippet of the "after":

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Doctor Doctor, Gimme the News - The Plan

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Maverick is waiting for Bradley at the side of the building and, when the latter approaches him, he can see that Maverick is wearing an amused smirk.

Bradley slides his sunglasses over his eyes and mutters, “Don’t,” as Maverick falls into step with him.

Maverick’s grin broadens. “I wasn’t going to,” he replies.

Bradley snorts. “Sure.”

“Aren’t you glad I brought you?” Maverick asks after several moments, apparently forgetting Bradley’s request.

“There it is,” Bradley responds with a shake of his head.

Maverick glances over at Bradley. “You’re welcome.”

Bradley sighs and stops walking. He turns to face Maverick, placing his hands on his hips. “For all we know, she’s a terrible person.”

Maverick watches Bradley patiently. “Yeah, she seemed absolutely dreadful.”

Bradley gives Maverick a flat look. “I’m just saying, we don’t know if you did me a favor yet.”

Maverick chuckles and claps Bradley on the back, gesturing for him to keep walking. “I did you a favor, trust me.”

Bradley waits about a minute until he finally breaks and says, “She’s fucking gorgeous.”

Maverick smiles knowingly. “Just don’t go getting injured on purpose, now.”

Bradley stops walking again. “That’s a great plan.”

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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If you're still taking blurb requests, I'd love to see Bradley's POV in part 6 of Faking It--especially the lead up to their first kiss. Love that fic!!

Aww thank you, darling! Yes, I can certainly share Bradley's perspective leading up to the first kiss. Enjoy <3

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Faking It - Bradley's POV Before the Kiss

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

“What does it mean?” Bradley asks after having lost the garter toss to Steven.

“Well,” you say. “Obviously it means that Steven and I are meant to be and that we’ll be getting married and having a bunch of babies.”

“You’re funny,” Bradley replies in an unimpressed tone. Sure, he finds your sarcasm amusing at times, but Steven’s antics have riled him enough that he isn’t in a laughing mood. He moves in closer and wraps an arm around your waist in an admittedly cringeworthy display of possessiveness because he can’t stand the idea of you and Steven together, whether it’s a joke or not. “He’ll have to get past me first,” he mutters in a low voice, hoping his brief lapse in self-control might be taken as yet another demonstration of his supposedly great acting skills.

Of course, when your aunt ushers you onto the dance floor with Steven for the customary dance, Bradley has to bite his tongue – for your sake, mostly. Because you look like you’re about to hurl. But watching Steven put his hands on you, watching him pull you close enough to whisper in your ear, this makes Bradley sick to his stomach. And when he can see that you’re livid, that your ex has obviously said something that’s upset you, he steps out onto the dance floor self-assuredly, absolutely undeterred by the looks he receives from the guests in attendance.

He approaches the two of you and brushes a hand over your back before letting Steven know that he’s essentially dismissed. You glance up at Bradley with a mixture of shock and gratitude, and let him lead you away.

“Bradley,” you whisper when he takes you by the waist. “He knows.”

“Knows what?” Bradley asks, swaying calmly to the music.

“That you’re not my boyfriend. Apparently, we’re not affectionate enough with one another.”

Bradley smirks at you, not at all concerned that this issue would be difficult to remedy. “What are you proposing?”

“I’m not proposing anything! I’m saying, the jig is up and we’re fucked,” you whisper in a panic. “Oh god, he’s talking to my mother. He’s going to tell her!”

Bradley tightens his hold on your waist. “There’s nothing to tell. Don’t let him get to you.”

You glance up at him anxiously and, between the softness of your gaze and the proximity of your face, he sort of loses his train of thought for a moment.

When you blink away, your eyes scanning the room uneasily as though you’re positive that nobody believes the two of you could possibly be together, he says, with a bit of a croak, “You know, there is a way we can be more convincing as a couple.”

You meet his gaze once more, this time even more alarmed than the last. If only you knew that there’s no way anybody would doubt he’s in love with you if you just let him kiss you. Probably not even you.

You don’t respond to his offer, but you do lift your face a miniscule amount; enough for Bradley to know that you’re on the same page. He’s still for a moment, trying to get a handle on the tremor running through him. If this is the moment he kisses you, then this is the moment you’ll know that it’s never been fake. Not for him. And he isn’t sure he’s ready for that kind of unspoken confession.

But he’s moving closer to you without even realizing it. “What do you think?” he mutters, although, at this point, he’s pretty sure you’re game considering you haven’t broken eye contact in about a minute. He touches the tip of your nose with his very subtly, testing the waters.

“Uh,” you utter faintly, the softness of your voice gently pulling him in.

He can’t be certain if he’s still dancing, or if you are, but the music seems to have stopped. Or, more likely, he doesn’t hear it. He’s thinking about the demise of your friendship once this is all over – something that means a great deal to him. Because how could he ever go back to being your friend after –

His lips lightly touch yours. And whether or not it’s all part of the ruse doesn’t really matter anymore. All that matters is that Bradley can’t fathom a more electrifying feeling. And so, he opens his mouth and kisses you.

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tongue-like-a-razor · 3 months

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Another BBF drabble dropping in t-minus 2 hours! I think I have another 10 to go 🫣😆

#lena’s 5k celly #BBF #BBF drabbles #brother’s best friend fic

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tongue-like-a-razor · 3 months

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Okay fine I’ll post another blurb today 😆

#twist my arm why don’t you #lena’s 5k celly #top gun fanfic

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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anything you can give us on altitude? i miss that fic :(

Me too babe 😭 I'm not sure if you wanted a Mav or Rooster drabble, but here's a snippet from the next chapter, which is from Mav's perspective.

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Altitude - Chapter 14 Snippet

Maverick x OC

“What are you doing here?” Amelia asks wearily upon opening her front door.

Maverick is standing on her porch with a tray of coffees in one hand and a paper bag in the other. “Thought I’d give you the rundown of your daughter’s love triangle,” he says with a grin. “You know, she becomes more and more like you every day.”

Amelia narrows her eyes. “Does that bother you?”

Maverick shakes his head, pressing his lips together as his smile widens. “Couldn’t be more proud,” he responds.

Amelia rolls her eyes and steps out of the doorway, gesturing for Maverick to enter. “How did you even find out where I’m staying?” she mutters. “Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

“Sydney,” Maverick says, setting the breakfast down on a small coffee table. “She gave it to me for emergencies.”

Amelia sighs. “Emergencies like Saturday morning breakfast?”

Maverick nods. “And lunch and dinner.”

Amelia rolls her eyes. “I hear you’ve been assigned team lead.”

Maverick straightens his back and glances over at her with a squint to his eye. “You’ve been talking to Ice.”

She shrugs. “Occasionally.”

Maverick juts his jaw out, nodding.

“He’s married, Pete.”

Maverick gives her a glassy look. “So are you.”

She scoffs. “Please.”

“Have the two of you ever…” his voice trails off when Amelia defiantly meets his gaze. “After we, you know…” Maverick rubs the back of his neck to alleviate some of the tension.

“Did we ever get back together?” she finishes for him. “No. Why would I break his heart for a second time when I knew he wasn’t the one?”

Maverick lifts his eyebrows, holding out a coffee for her. “Is there only one ‘one’?”

Amelia takes the coffee and turns away. “Tell me about Sydney.”

“Want some food?” he asks.

“What is it?” She glances over her shoulder.

Maverick gives her a pointed look. “What do you think?”

Her lips spread reluctantly into a smile. “Egg salad?”

Maverick grins, handing her the wrapped sandwich.

“It’s between Bradley and that other kid, right?” she asks, waving him over into the kitchen.

Maverick nods. “How was your week?”

Amelia stops walking and turns to face him. “You’re not here to talk about Sydney.”

He winces sheepishly. “I could have multiple motives.”

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tongue-like-a-razor · 3 months

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Yaaaassssssssssss Lena. Congrats on your 5k cause you deserve it and more

Ahhh thank you so much, love 🥰

#lena’s 5k celly #asks #lena talks back

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tongue-like-a-razor · 3 months

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Are you still taking requests? I want to even the playing field with some less talk ones

Haha, sure babe! Less Talk Jake needs some love 😆

#lena’s 5k celly #less talk fic #asks #lena talks back

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