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?"
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."
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."
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."
a/n: crazy how one rewatch and suddenly he's crawling back into my head. #earworm . old draft #recycling
jake seresin x gn!reader | 1289 wc | no major warnings, quick-tempered couple, 4yr mutal pining but hangman hid it better ig. reader is called sweetheart & darlin. lots of dialogue as per usual
Cool, calm, and collected. Those were the three most common words people used to describe Jake Seresin. Though you’re sure you’ve heard; Jackass, prick, and dickwad more than half the time.
It was surprising, to say the least, when Jake faltered in his place of formation the moment your name was announced—that you would be flying in the mission even he was afraid of.
He tried to brush it off afterward, saying that his step back was because he was falling asleep from Maverick's speech, but everyone knew him well enough to see behind his lies.
“Just talk to them.” He spared a glance at Natasha, rolling his eyes when she’d stood with crossed arms— great, he’ll get lectured if he doesn’t. “Seriously, everyone can tell you want to say something to them– hell, even they’re waiting for you.”
“If I talk to them now, they’ll think about it all night.” Jake snorts at his words. He’s hiding, “Not that they don’t think about me every night.”
“Jake, seriously.” He shakes his head at the sound of his first name, smiling into the beer spout as he takes a long drink. “They’re sitting out in their truck. Go talk to them.”
Natasha walks off with a shake of her head, leaving Jake looking out the window of the hard deck to catch a glimpse of you sitting in the bed of your truck— parked right next to his.
He heaves out a long sigh; it’s not that he didn’t want to talk to you. Jake’s always afraid of saying the wrong thing and screwing everything up. And now that the thought is in his head, it’s even more likely to happen.
He pays his tab, nothing more than two beers and a pop, and walks slowly outside to the parking lot of the hard deck.
Your truck’s in his sight within seconds of stepping out, and like you hear him coming, your head turns to the side the moment he lifts his hand to knock his fist against your door.
“Hey, cowboy.” You smile at him, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Been waitin’ for you.”
“Yeah?” Jake presses, lifting himself onto the truck beside you. “You know what they say about me, I like to leave ’em hanging.” A quick slap to his chest has him biting his tongue. “You scared for tomorrow, darlin’?”
“Jake.” You mutter, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Let's not talk about that, please.”
He shakes his head, “M’sorry, sweetheart, but for my sake, I gotta know. Are you ready for this kinda mission?”
Jake didn’t want to call himself a prescient person, but the moment he heard something snap in your mind, he knew he’d just utterly fucked up.
“Do you think I can’t do this mission?”
“That’s not what I’m saying-” he tries, but your quick temper cuts him right off.
“Then what are you trying to say? Help me understand.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’ve got a real problem?” Jake snaps. You wonder why it’s taken him four years to finally reach a breaking point with you. “Seriously, all I’m doing is looking out for you, and you just ignore it because you can handle it yourself!”
“So I’m acting like you!” You shout back, pushing yourself off your truck bed. “Ain’t that right, Seresin?” You challenged, looking him square in the eye. “You’ve avoided my help for the past four years, and suddenly when I avoid yours, it’s wrong?”
“That ain’t fair, sweetheart,” Jake says, licking his lips as his throat runs dry. He liked to banter with you, pick clean fights, but god did he hate arguing with you. “It’s not fair, and you know it.”
“I don’t know what you want from me, Jake!” You shout in near hysterics. “I cared about you so damn much for four years and got pushed off like dirt because you could handle yourself. Why is it the moment I get chosen for a mission instead of you, you just– suddenly care.”
Jake hops off, with hands resting on his waist, a typical scolding pose; you think he’s had just about enough of you. “You aren’t hearing yourself, are you?” He shakes his head as he looks at you, “You got selected for this mission. The one where they repeated hundreds of times we might not make it out of. All those other ones we’ve flown— nothin’ compared to this one.”
“And don’t even dare think for a second that I didn’t care about you back then too.” He whispered, taking a step back from you, whilst pointing a finger to your chest. “I may not have shown it, but I did– I do.”
The silence hung heavy around you, it wasn’t serene or comfortable, but the kind that made you aware of just how far this got blown out of proportion. Jake doesn’t look at you, you don’t think he can.
You climb back onto your truck, watching him do the same seconds later. You don’t say a word, neither does he.
“We’ve been flying together for almost five years, only a handful of ‘em being solo ones where we couldn’t even know how the other was doing.” You start, picking at the links on your sleeve. “Every time you flew out without me, I would think about whatever it was I said to you last, that if anything were to happen to you– I’d be okay with what I left you with.”
Jake takes in your words slowly, all those times you’d send a joke his way, then add a quick word of encouragement or hope before he could get too far. Every time you did that, you wondered if it would be the last thing you said to him?
“I’m scared.” He says suddenly. He doesn’t look at you, keeping his eyes focused on the crashing waves along the shore. “You know, hearing everything about this mission, seeing how much it takes– knowing how much you’re going to go through and not being able to be with you during it?” He looks at you, turning away when your eyes dart along his face. “It scares me to death.”
“Now I know those guys have got your back, but damn darlin’” he laughs, clasping a hand over your knee. “I wish it were me flying up there with you tomorrow.”
“You are with me.” You say, and it was true. Tucked safely in your flight suit before takeoff, pinned neatly on your jet's panel, a photo of him you’d taken one night. “Every flight, every mission, and every training. You’ve always been with me.”
Jake gives you a look. The same one in the photo you keep close to your heart. One filled with love, the kind that makes you believe you’re the only person ever in his sights. While he leans in, your chest tightens at the thought of this being it. That this kiss will be the last thing you have to remember him by— the last thing he’ll have of you.
Time stops there when his lips are firm against yours. You would’ve figured he’d been an experienced kisser, but as his lips lay flat and still against yours– you’ve never been more wrong. You turn your head, pushing forward lightly as your hand snakes up to his cheek. His fingers hang loosely around your wrist, and when you peek at his face, you smile at the way he screwed his eyes shut.
He’s different like this, no displays of arrogance or pride. Though he’d never shown that full side of himself when he was with you.
“You come back to me, darlin,” he says, voice strained. “Cause I don’t know what I’d do without ya.”
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."
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.
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
