#bradshaw baddie

[thedroneranger]

Nik! This is Dadley Dadshaw, but make it presidential. I did take some creative liberties. This board is how Wise-woman sees Bradley in the first weeks after the twins arrive. He's leveled up, mastering the art of parenthood but also running a country.

President Dadshaw | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw | requested by @cherrycola27 | Red, White, and Rooster universe

The Drone Ranger’s Moodboard Mania

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[slut4motherearth]

{ig: iamgia}

[bradleysbradshaws]

it's amazing to think that we can get new perspectives on life all because of something or someone we love. to love truly is to be changed.

[attapullman]

Stupid White Car | Neighbor!Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: Pretty trees and cozy fire pit nights are all you expected when Robert mentioned wanting to landscape his backyard. And then the architect in the slutty white Benz shows up.

Word Count: 810

Warnings: none except sorry if your name is Alyssa 😬

A Note From Mo: The world's biggest shoutout to my favourite Bradshaw Baddie @roosterforme for coming up with this delicious idea and beta-ing this sake-written, jealousy-fueled oneshot for the neighbor!Bob anthology. Hope this satisfies everyone's appetite until Part III graces your screens.

The project was supposed to be done a week ago. No more white Mercedes in his driveway, no more lemonade on the back patio, no more mulch deliveries outside business hours. No more her.

When Robert announced he was finally landscaping his boring grass lawn while on leave, you had encouraged him. Dreams of sitting out there with him by a fire pit under some string lights danced before your eyes. But now you’re wishing he had kept his patchy lawn that turned into a mud pit at the slightest chance of rain.

Then she showed up.

You were working in your home office, deep into a spreadsheet, when you heard a female voice in the yard next door. Face pressed into the window, turning just so, a tiny postage stamp of his yard visible from your vantage point. Your sweet boyfriend walking around his desolate lawn, pointing out problems, while the most stunning woman followed him, smiling and nodding and jotting down notes. 

It should be illegal for him to look so good in faded jeans with grass stains. Or for her to pull off work boots so well. 

You missed your three o’clock meeting observing them from your hideout, having moved to the laundry room where you could see his yard better. Watched them sit at the little finicky table he needed to replace and go over pages in her catalog, pointing out the design features he liked and what she recommended. 

You didn’t know words like drip irrigation and concept plan could sound so…intimate.

Now it’s been weeks, and that annoying little car is always in his driveway. When she’s not “supervising” the subcontractor, she’s delivering supplies or needing to go over the plans one last time. The 15th has come and gone, and yet she’s still here. And you’re not sure whether it’s your imagination or not that her blouses suddenly have one less button done.

It’s a beautiful spring day outside, and you wish you were out there instead of holed up trying to make sense of this budget. The window is open to allow a soft breeze, tickling the skin not covered by your thin tshirt. An hour ago you shot Robert a text asking if he wanted to have dinner out tonight, try out that new bistro with the cute patio and enjoy the sunshine and some tiramisu. 

Maybe add in an evening walk along the beach? Ending with a night cap and him wrapped in your overstuffed comforter, enjoying his last night of leave blissfully unaware of the rest of the world.

Checking your quiet phone again, you settle down to your computer. And then you hear a perfect twinkle of a laugh. 

You abandon your computer and race down to the laundry, face pressed against the glass as emerald green jealousy licks along your skin.

No wonder you haven’t heard from Robert, his full attention is on his landscape architect as she has him choose between gravels for the stepping stones they’re finally installing. He’s brought out lemonade. Innocent blue eyes trained on her and laughing good-naturedly as she makes a joke about mortar. A joke a little too sultry for your taste.

You didn’t even hear her car pull in. When you talked to him last night he acted like all decisions had been made, one more full day of work and his backyard would be summer ready. It’s not a surprise she has weaseled herself into another visit.

Their hands accidentally brush as they flip between sample pages. Your entire being is rigid, the world in front of you an ominous red. How dare she touch what’s yours!

Before reasoning can interfere, you’re slipping on sandals and racing to the back fence. Pupils wild, heart racing, the green-eyed monster hot on your heels. 

The latch on his fence, newly installed, nearly pulverized in your jealousy-fueled mission. The gate swings open and there they sit, too close for your liking, her manicured fingers gliding along his forearm as she explains costs. 

Robert stands from his chair, shock and surprise written all over his face. He’s never seen this look in your eyes, this possession written all over your features. The woman raises her eyebrows to you, mildly shocked, mildly irritated you’ve interrupted her meeting with her favorite client.

“Alyssa, this is my, uh, neighbor next door…” he trails off awkwardly, realizing he’s never had to introduce you since that fateful night in your kitchen.

You see her smirk. Her revealing blouse. Her eyes that pity you. And from the corner of your eye, you see that stupid white Mercedes.

Rounding the rickety table, Robert’s eyes are filled with nothing but affection. A gentle reminder that she’s had his time, but you have his heart.

Your shoulders relax, returning her smug smile as you complete his sentence. “Neighbor…and girlfriend.”

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[thedroneranger]

Babe, first off, so proud of you

Second off, I need a moodboard (or two) of Bradley and Wise-woman on their Rhode Island baby-moon and them with the first babies!

Third off, ILY😘❤️🍒🖤

My Little Miss Onion 🧅, tumblr bestie, Nik! For you, of course, I made two boards. I must thank you for your patience. Because...I was dragging me feet. I didn't want the President Bradshaw universe to end! So I'm glad I got to take a little bit and relive it while I made these boards. Up first: the Rhode Island babymoon!

I will say, the creative juices really got flowing when my work session was soundtracked by Ms. Elizabeth Gerardi ;)

Here with Me | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw | requested by @cherrycola27 | Red, White, and Rooster universe

The Drone Ranger’s Moodboard Mania

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[thedroneranger]

Oh my, Cass—the TENSION. I was going to combust just reading this. I have few words because I’m still processing…

Just pick my head up once in a while so I don’t completely drown 💀🖤⚰️

warm blood

about: a few drinks at everyone’s favourite bar. you’re home, it’s been a few very cold months at sea. but he warms you to your bones each time you see him. but it’s sadly just not meant to be. 

word count: 5.6k

warnings: angst, language, vivid thots of smut if you have an over-active imagination.

The sound that escaped Rooster’s lips as you dragged your nails through his unruly sun-kissed curls had you cackling. A feral growl that started at his boots, so low that when released, he almost didn’t recognise himself. “Rooster Bradshaw, you need a girlfriend,” you decided.

His side-eye to you was legendary and he sighed dramatically. “I don’t need a girlfriend; I just need to get laid,” he clarified, realising just how pitiful he sounded and then adding softly when you ceased your ministrations, “Please don’t stop. That feels so fuckin’ good. It’s like the most physical contact I’ve had in…” he mumbled, his honey-coloured eyes fluttering closed and took a deep, satisfied pull of his beer. God, how long had it been? He didn’t want to admit to himself, let alone you, how long it’d been since someone had touched him like that.

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[dragon--sage]

just read that dragon age: dreadwolf has been renamed to dragon age: the veilguard and i am……… not hating it, but i am going to miss dreadwolf, i think it had a ring to it?

interesting to think about the idea of a ‘veilguard’ in a set up where solas has sworn to tear down the veil.

maybe the mc? or their party? hopelessly trying to plug up holes in the veil while solas and his demon buds zip in and out of them and create more constantly??? it’s giving ‘i have one job and it’s going very poorly’. definitely appreciate that lmao.

i can’t help but wonder (*carrie bradshaw voice*)…….. why they made the change? was someone eternally bothered by the fact that as it’s written in the series dread wolf has never been one word lmao (which if that’s the case….. same)? or that it implies solas is the main focus/baddie of the story when that’s not what they’re going for ????

lots to ponder and i guess it’ll be under a new tag now

[108garys]

Mayshaw

Of all the things I could have drawn I chose Lady Bradshaw and Jenny may because why not put to Midcentury blonde bombshells together ❤

I have named the ship of these two villianess baddies "mayshaw"

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @tatjana-fantasy @blubary @unhingedlesbear @ctrvpani @qusok @mybrainrotforreal @kindheartedgummybears(Agnes is short but Jenny is also sitting in her lap lol)

[lesseraive]

gifwrapped 2023!!! i was tagged by @facethesuns @irlvernon and @doyeons thank you guys so much <333

rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year (totally fine to skip months) and tag some CCs you love!

ps: i'm including gifs posted across all the blogs i'm apart of! i did a similar tag on my enhypen blog

january: - most popular: the boys yunjin - my fav: sugar rush ride mv

february: - i barely giffed this month so just gonna share my fav: ay-yo mv i love the colors in this one!

march: - most popular: jennie for calvin klein - my fav: liz and liz !!!!

april: - most popular: giddy xiaoting!!! - my fav: coachella jennieee

may: - most popular: MY MANNN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN - my fav: my man ^^ and spici winter

june: - most popular: chaechae :] - my fav: apple jungwon

july: - most popular: eleven wonyoung - my fav: fav releases and gee eff :]

august: - most popular: jihyo in the rain + carrie bradshaw 😭 (including both bc im pretty sure they are the most popular sets i made this year) - my fav: the return of blonde liz and long hair gaeul!

september: - most popular: samantha jones,,, okay satc fandom outperforming kpoppies - my fav: rainbow after like!

october: - most popular: ending baddies~ - my fav: off the record whispering and performance so sad this one flopped

november: - most popular: winter ヾ(☆▽☆) - my fav: criminal love hee and all my 111823 stage gifs

december: - most popular: jay peekaboo - my fav: i've mine era + do not touch mv and my ive/aespa gifs from gayo daejeon!

i'm just gonna tag ccs i love i'm not sure who has done this so !! @twiceland @fawad-khan @jeonwonwoo @emoremix @ajusnice @saerom @tutontawan @komca @toplines @kwon-eunbi @shnryjn @prkjihyos @solojihyo @backformores @mimisamo @miyawaki @yutito

[thedroneranger]

I think I was distracted by the other cockpit shots 😅

@roosterforme @beyondthesefourwalls @mak-32

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) ↳ Dir. Joseph Kosinski

[ereardon]

For your Recco List, might I recommend "false god" by @cherrycola27

It's a gender bent retelling of the myth of Hades (and Persephone aka the worst goddess ever)

In Nik's version, Hades is a female fighter pilot with a legendary career who's been banished to Earth. She gets station with the Dagger Squad and falls for one Bradley Bradshaw. As the story evolves, we see Hades go from isolating herself, to letting herself fall in love and be loved while dealing with and healing her past trauma. It's a work in progress, and I can't way to see where Nik takes it. The way she incorporates her own spin on mythology in it thrills me!

Omgosh this is such a fun and interesting premise @cherrycola27!!!

My husband is a total mythology nerd so he would love this if he had one millionth as much of a crush on Bradley as I do lol. Love that you've recommended a WIP, I feel like sometimes people feel like they can't make reccos until a series is over but that doesn't have to be the case.

This is totally going on my TBR! And for any Bradley Baddies™ out there, this sounds like one for y'all!

Here's the series masterlist

Recommend a fic you love and spotlight a writer!

[roosterbruiser]

how’re my Bradshaw baddies today…….

[callsign-magnolia]

Okay!

Hey babe!

Since you made me cry yesterday....I wanna stir a bit of trouble.....

Kill /Marry ONLY no in between no excuses

Kill / Marry between:

Jake and Bradley

Which one would you kill and which one would you marry......

Ps. Don't be mad at me🤣

Kill Jake Marry Bradley.

I am a Bradshaw Baddie at my core

[thedroneranger]

ALLI. THIS is a work of art! I love this so, so much!

“We have ten minutes to finish this bottle, and I have ten minutes to kiss your lipstick off so that everyone knows exactly what we’ve been up to.”

This man is so proud, and I'm obsessed with him! All the callbacks and the Jake Easter egg are so perfect! My God, BB™, you delivered. 🖤🖤🖤

The Great Escape

Summary: All you wanted on your wedding day was some time alone with your new husband. Luckily for you, Javy was more than game to make an escape and has just the hiding place in mind.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1.4K 

Warnings: Suave Javy and fluff for days. 

Notes: Back on my Javy agenda. Written for @thedroneranger's pick your poison challenge, with one of the prettiest boards I’ve ever seen. I’m so excited to be able to post it on her birthday of all days! 

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You couldn’t contain your giggles as you slipped out of the ballroom, the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and early 2000’s hip hop quieting as the ornate doors closed. All of your loved ones remained behind it, celebrating and more than halfway drunk from the open bar. But you and Javy craved a moment alone, and you were determined to get it, even if it meant sneaking out in the middle of an orchestrated dance battle Jake had agreed to start on your behalf. 

One hand held the skirt of your dress up as the other was held firmly in his as you hurried down the long hallway, the sound of your heels clicking against the pristine granite floors mixing with both of your laughter. 

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” you urged, picking up your pace. Your mother hadn’t been far away from you all night, and you knew without a doubt she would notice you missing immediately and go looking for you. Like you thought it into existence, the door to the hotel ballroom opened just as you rounded the corner, Javy skidding in his shiny black shoes as he tried to keep pace with you without losing his grip on either your hand or the chilled bottle of Prosecco he had swiped from the bartender on your way out. You picked up into something closer to a sprint as she started calling your name. 

You made a split-second decision and veered off into a stairwell, the heavy metal door hitting against the walls and echoing in the space. Javy’s body pushed yours into the cold, tiled wall, shushing you quietly even as he struggled to contain himself. You tried to stifle your echoing giggles, hoping to remain hidden. You both held your breath at the sound of clicking heels right outside the door, but once they passed by and didn’t return, you burst into more laughter. 

“Wanna hang out here for a minute?” you asked, leaning against the wall as you caught your breath. Javy looked at you with a warm glint in his dark eyes, his lips curved into a smile just for you. The dim light filtering through the narrow windows cast gentle shadows on his face, and you could see when the look turned mischievous. 

“I have a better idea. Come on, Mrs. Machado. Hike up that skirt, we’re going up.” 

You squealed when he slapped your butt playfully, but the name sent a thrill through you that you didn’t even try and hide. You followed him up the stairs, your dress once again bunched in your hands. By the time you made it to the top, there were tears in your eyes from how hard the two of you laughed as you tripped over the material more than once. 

“Why did I wear a ballgown?” you panted as Javy pushed open the door to the roof. He snorted, and the two of you spoke at the exact same time when you said: 

“Your mother.” 

“My mother.” 

You laughed again as you stepped out onto the rooftop terrace, the cool night air hitting your flushed cheeks and providing a welcome respite from the chaos of the wedding reception. The San Diego city skyline twinkled around you as you took a deep breath of fresh air, taking it all in.  The night breeze tousled your hair as you stood there, reveling in the stolen moment of solitude and embracing the peace that came along with it. It was the first time you had been alone with Javy since you slipped the new piece of hardware on his finger and said I do just a few short hours ago. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, the cool bottle of the prosecco still clutched in his right hand chilling you when it bumped against your arm. "Mrs. Machado," Javy whispered against your ear, his voice filled with tenderness. He peppered gentle kisses along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You tilted your head to the side, savoring the sensation as he continued to shower you with his affection. 

“I love the sound of that,” you admitted freely. 

Javy hummed in response, turning you in his arms so that you were facing him. He looked down at you with that same devastatingly handsome smile you fell in love with the moment you met him. He brushed a kiss across your painted lips, soft and sweet and not nearly enough for what you wanted. “Me too.” He leant his forehead against yours for just a moment, savoring the feeling. When he pulled away, he smirked at you and held up the bottle in his hand. 

“Feel like popping this with me?” 

“God yes,” you nearly moaned. 

His eyes were fixed on yours as he carefully twisted the wire cage off of the bottle. The anticipation in the air was palpable as he held it at an angle, and with a swift motion, he twisted the cork and a loud pop echoed through the night air. Neither of you had taken into account all the running you had done to get to your rooftop destination so when the bubbles frothed over the rim, cascading down onto your hands and his, you both laughed in surprised delight, jumping away from the overflow. 

“Smooth,” you joked, “you’re a regular casanova.” 

Your husband winked dramatically, shaking off some of the excess liquid from his hand. “You know it, baby. To us,” he toasted, taking a swig before handing you the sticky bottle. 

“To us.” 

The taste of prosecco danced on your tongue as you took a sip, savoring both the sweetness and the moment you were having it in. You passed the bottle back and forth as you leant against the railing of the rooftop. Javy pulled you closer, his arm draped around you, pressing your body to his. 

"I can't believe we did it," he said, his voice filled with awe. "We're married now."

You smiled up at him, feeling your heart swell. You couldn’t quite believe it either. "I know. It still feels surreal."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, sighing. "I couldn't be happier, Mrs. Machado."

"Me either, Mr. Machado," 

His eyes sparkled with a mix of love and adoration as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours in a teasing caress. The taste of bubbles lingered on his breath, intoxicating you even more than what was in the bottle. You melted into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his neck and deepening the kiss. Javy’s hands wandered down your back, his touch igniting a fire within you. You gasped against his lips as his fingers traced the delicate curve of your spine, sending electric currents through your body. The taste of the wine mingled with the heat of your kiss, creating a heady blend that you wanted to bottle up and keep forever.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the world around you fading away into a blur of lights and distant laughter. It was just the two of you, the way both of you preferred. 

When your lips finally parted, Javy's eyes locked with yours, full of an intensity that took your breath away. His voice was husky as he whispered against your mouth, “What are the chances we can go down and say our goodbyes and ditch the rest of the party?” 

Your heart raced at the suggestion, unable to resist the allure of being alone with him. But you huffed out a laugh, absolutely knowing better.  “You’ve met your new mother-in-law, right? We probably have ten more minutes max up here before she threatens to call the police and send out a search party.” 

He groaned, cursing under his breath, though you knew it was playful. “Well, you know what that means then.” 

You arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, scratching lightly at the back of his neck as you waited for him to elaborate. 

A mischievous smile played on Javy’s lips and he pulled you impossibly closer with a hand on your back while the other covered the one holding the bottle of prosecco, raising it. He took a sip before speaking, the look in his eye wicked in the best of ways. “We have ten minutes to finish this bottle, and I have ten minutes to kiss your lipstick off so that everyone knows exactly what we’ve been up to.”  

You giggled happily just as he kissed you, and you thought the taste of the sparkling wine would never taste as good from a bottle as it did from his lips. 

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Notes: Happy Birthday, Jay! I hope I did Coyote Casanova justice for you💚

Thanks to @roosterforme and @mak-32 as per usual!

[roosterforme]

listen... i know you're a Bradshaw baddie. i do. but your top posts??

they're tattling on you for opening your heart and your masterlist. and i could not be happier for it ahahahah 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Anya, I've been mid existential crisis all week over this, so thank you for pointing it out again 😭 *cancels everything Bob and Jake immediately*

[roosterbruiser]

2. My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours

Chapter 1 of VV! I don't wanna admit the number of times I've reread it 🫣 I'm a sucker for first meetings and that smut scene??? 🥵🥵

14. A fic I didn't expect to like so much.

VV! (I'm a Jake girl first hehe) VV is so beautifully written and the way you write Rooster made LUST all over him 🫣

9. A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting

Ah shit this, I just know this fic will turn me into an Iceman wh0re™️

I love that so much!! first chapters are always really hard for me so I'm super glad that it works for you!!

not to toot my own horn, but I feel like I've converted both Bradley and Jake girlies with my fics 🙏 and I'm coming out of the woodwork to say that I think I'm literally 50% Bradshaw Baddie and 50% Seresin Slut! pls accept me </3

ohhh yeah. hoping to turn EVERYONE into an Ice whore by the end of Northern Sky!!

asks for the askers!