#tgm fic

[se7entyrell]

thinking about fireman bradley again he plagues me 🚒🚒 imagining our girl getting a cheeky little tour round the station from bradley intended to be completely innocent but they're so obsessed with each other so it takes a little detour... and mav (fire captain at the station i'm thinking?) walks in on them and meets our girl for the first time and of course loves her and wants to properly get to know her "but maybe not wearing your helmet in the locker room, bradley" (the man in question is as red as his helmet and our girl's just there giggling)

It had started out as an innocent tour.

Still in the early stages of dating, and with Bradley's long shifts, he'd figured that while he's pulling doubles all week, he may as well make the most of it.

Except now he has you pressed up against his locker, and he's not sure how he's supposed to go three more days without spending the night in your bed.

His helmet is discarded beside you both, from where you'd just been trying it on, and his hands snake under your thighs to hoist you up against him.

Just then, the door to the locker room bursts open, and you both freeze. Much to your horror, standing in the doorway is Pete Mitchell, Bradley's godfather.

A man who is so important to Bradley that you've seen a multitude of pictures of him already, and who you very much don't want to meet with your legs wrapped around his son's waist.

A squeak escapes from your lips, while Bradley's face starts to steadily redden. "Mav, we were just-"

A hand is raised. "I don't want to hear from you right now." His gaze shifts to you, expression softening a little. "Pete. Nice to finally meet you. Bradley talks about you literally all the time."

"He does?" You're a little surprised. It's only been a few months, and with the hectic work schedules you both follow, you'd been trying to take it slowly. "It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Mitchell."

"I would rather the circumstances were different, but I suppose, that's all Bradley's fault. Not yours."

"Mav!"

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Since you opened the door hiiiiiiiiiiiii DA Bradley with Print and Sophie, pretty pleaseeee. They are my new babies #mynewbabies

The day after you bring Sophie home, you catch Bradley hanging in the doorway of her nursery while she naps. His arms are crossed, and his expression is immensely fond as he looks on.

"You okay?"

"Hm?" He startles a little, and when he turns around you're shocked to see tears in his eyes.

It might be the post-partum hormones, but you can't help but laugh. "Is the big bad district attorney crying over a baby?"

He slips an arm around your waist, pulling you tightly into his side. "Our baby," He corrects. "Me and you. We made her. I just... I can't believe it. I wish I could tell nineteen-year-old Bradley."

"She's going to have you wrapped around her finger, isn't she?"

"Just like her mama."

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Ooh could I request mood board for an 50s era test pilot/astronaut Bradley Bradshaw spending an evening with his black housewife before he heads to cape Canaveral for his mission?

"Honey, I'm home!"

Your three favourite words of the day. Even after two full years of marriage, you're still giddy each time Bradley returns to you. "In the kitchen!"

As much as you'd like to drop everything and throw yourself into his arms, you're in the middle of cooking lasagna and would rather not set the house on fire.

You spin on your heel as he enters, allowing him to pull you in for a tight hug, lips pressed to your temple. "Missed my girl somethin' awful today," He hums.

"Missed you too, Brad. Gonna miss you even more when you're away." You pout a little, and Bradley gives you a quick peck.

"I'll miss you too, sweetheart - but it'll go by quicker than you think. Then I'll be home, and it'll be Christmas."

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I know for a FACT you have a DA Bradley moodboard ready to go and I think the people need to see it

district attorney!bradley x forensic scientist!reader 🚨

"You know," Bradley hums. "I had a huge crush on you when we were in college."

He's half-expecting you to laugh and tell him that you always knew. Instead, your eyebrows shoot up, and your lips part in surprise. The shine of your gloss catches in the bar's light, and Bradley has to fight to keep his thoughts PG. "You did not."

He nods. "Did so. All four years."

You've shifted slightly on the stool, knees pressing against his. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Not an outright rejection. Good start. He leans forward a little. "You were dating Carl. Didn't want to be the shitty guy who hits on his friend's girl."

Your eyes glint a little. "I'm not with Carl anymore."

"No," Bradley replies, licking his lips. "You're certainly not."

"Wanna get out of here?"

Bradley's never moved faster in his life, throwing far too many bills in the direction of the bartender, before reaching for your wrist and tugging you to your feet. "Absolutely."

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I would love a Covenant moodboard. Honestly anything you feel like sharing from that world 💕

It's strange.

Jake is beyond stoic - you're sure most people would go so far as to say downright rude, and yet he's a very obvious puddle with his goddaughter.

Sophie Bradshaw is perched on his desk, giggling excitedly while Jake patiently shows her everything on his desk.

Bradley and her mom (one of the forensic scientists, affectionately nicknamed Print), are currently in a meeting. Leaving him, and by extension, you, to babysit.

The same man who made an intern cry is currently humming You've Got A Friend In Me to keep an eighteen-month-old calm.

He catches your expression, and his brow furrows. "What?"

"Nothing," you shrug. "Just don't think I've ever seen you smile."

With that, his frown just grows deeper. "You've been here a week."

"Most people smile at least once in a week, Seresin."

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I love Swan Song so much, so maybe a summery moodboard for those two 🥹? or maybe first summer the three of them have together with Eleanor? I miss them so much and think about their happily ever after a lot, thank you for writing such an amazing story! 🥰

Never once have you gotten sick of the Los Angeles summers. It's your tenth of the season here, fourth as a wife and first as a mother.

Eleanor 'Nellie' Elizabeth Bradshaw came crashing into your lives eight weeks ago, and you and Bradley are doing your best to soak up the newborn stage.

Labour had been difficult, long and arduous, but Bradley has far exceeded himself around the house. From night-time feeds to breakfast in bed, he's got everything covered single-handedly. You don't know how he does it.

He'd taken Nellie for a walk around the grounds earlier to give you some much-needed rest, and you spot them immediately when you step outside, robe wrapped tightly around you.

Bradley's in soft linen, a pale green that compliments his features massively, with a little pink bundle cradled against his chest as he rocks her.

Your hand immediately moves to the necklace that sits at your collarbone - another of Bradley's gifts. The first charm is a book, inscribed carefully with the words The Great Gatsby. A wrap gift. The next, an interlinked sun and moon that he designed specifically for you.

A sun for Nellie, and a moon for the child you lost.

Watching them together like this, you have to fight back a few tears.

"Doing okay over there, mama?"

Bradley's voice carries across the garden, and you smile. "Just admiring."

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Viv! I am in your country! The castles are INSANELY beautiful!! The black pudding is delicious and I also, finally tried medium steak for the first time, but that's besides the point, haha. All I can think about in these magnificent castles, besides how cool they are, is Prince Consort Jake Seresin. Would you want to make a moodboard for him? If yes, I would love to request the birth of their baby, if that's okay, but anything works. If no, no worries! I just want to say thank you for creating Medieval Jake and giving me that extra layer to admiring the gorgeous architecture and learning the history of the places! Also, bagpipes rule!

as a lifelong vegetarian i've never tried any of those things, but i'm so glad you're enjoying yourself 😭

You know that you should be hoping for a boy. That Jake, the land's most capable soldier, must want a son to carry on his name.

But when the final push is over, and the doctor announces that your new baby is a girl, all you feel is complete relief.

It feels right. Meant to be.

Slumping back against the pillows, all you can focus on is the sound of Jake's voice.

"You were so wonderful, my love."

"She's perfect."

"My beautiful girls."

When the baby is pressed to your chest, it all begins to hit you at once. Lip wobbling, you find yourself trying to catalogue every detail about her.

Your colouring.

Jake's nose.

Your eyes.

His dimples.

Weakly, you reach out to clasp Jake's hand. "The kingdom wished for us to have a boy."

"The Kingdom has no place in our family life," Jake replies firmly. "You rule well, and our girl will too, one day."

There's a pause, as Jake sends out the rest of the staff to allow you both some alone time. "Have you thought of a name?" He finally asks.

"Elowyn Seresin."

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okay one more thought for the day (i will be back) about mr fireman 🚒🚒 is that her and nat become such good friends that one day bradley's wandering around the station after getting a cat out of a tree or something and she's just there chatting with nat having a great old gossip and he's like ????? why are you here?? and she's just like it's lunch time i'm on my break nat and i always do this... sir is perplexed

HAHAHAHA i love that

nat is thrilled that former manwhore bradley has finally found somebody that she likes

i did consider nat being the friend that sets them up, but i think maybe girlie should be friends with like ice's daughter or something and it happens through that channel

but she and nat get on like a house on fire and bradley is often called out to pick them up from girl's night

he always does so with zero complaints, because when girlie's drunk she is insanely clingy - he can't get enough of it