brads on belt

Our Little Secret (Part 3)

Bucky x Reader
Warnings:
Swearing, flirting, touching (nothing inappropriate)
WC 2043
Summary After your friendship with Steve ends, you’re sent on an undercover mission with Bucky.
AN: This is turning into something big. Like, it has a mind of it’s own. I hope you’re all enjoying it!

Special thanks to @beccaanne814-blog for being my sounding board. You’re advise is appreciated so much!  <3

The evening came faster than anticipated. You took the rest of the afternoon to get yourself ready. Bucky, the bastard, only needed to shower and dress but you had to pull out all the stops so you could look good enough to fit in with this crowd. You chose to wear a nude coloured, flowy, chiffon dress. Something that would be comfortable enough to be on boat but nice enough to fit in.

You tried dressing yourself but the stupid dress had one of those invisible zippers at the back. Even standing in front of the full length mirror, you struggled, wriggling until you finally gave up.

Making sure you were decent, you called out, “Brad? I need some help here.”

He walked in, fiddling with a tie. When he looked up he saw that you were slightly flushed from exerting yourself.

“What’s wrong?”

You grumbled, “I can’t zip this stupid zipper. I never understood why women’s clothes require them to need assistance when getting dressed. This is fucking nonsense.” You turned around so your back was to him and, looking at him in the mirror, you asked, “Can you zip me up, please?”

Gently, he tugged on the zipper and realized it was stuck. “What did you do to this thing?”

“What? Nothing. Hold on to the zipper,” you told him, as you wriggled around trying to unstick it. “Dammit!”

Bucky bit back a laugh, “Woman, stop your moving. You’re making it worse. Take it off.”

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anonymous asked:

do you think you could do fic of tony and brad?

Absolutely, I love these two!!!

Takes Place anywhere in the first season, but I’m thinking it could be soon after the last episode.

Late night Love

They were sitting in the mustang. Parked way up on top the cliff that gave that mesmerizing view of the town below. It must have been around ten by now. It was easy to lose track of time when they were together. The sky was black, with tiny glowing stars. The  quiet town below was lit up bright with the glow from the rows and rows of houses.

There was a nice, cool breeze coming in through the rolled down windows. Sound coming from the crickets chirping away and the smooth lull of the radio that was on an alternative music station, playing mostly love songs.

It was quite romantic. And even though Tony had just casually suggested they come up here after they’d finished dinner, Brad knew that he must have planned this out. Tony would never admit to it, but he was very much a classic romantic.

The two were nestled up together in the front seats of the car. Tony’s head resting on Brad’s chest with Brad’s arm resting over his shoulder, bringing him in close to Brad’s side.

“You still awake?” Brad asked, seeing his boyfriend’s eyes finally shut after minutes of drooping.

“Huh,” Tony responded, groggily. “Yeah, yeah. Jus’ tired is all.”

“Hmm.” Brad hummed. “We should probably be getting back soon. My parents will freak if I’m not back by eleven.”

“Right. No problem, just give me a few minutes to wake up and I’ll start driving back.”

“Or if you’re too tired, I could drive back.” He smirked, already knowing the answer.

Tony snapped his head to look up at his boyfriend, a small grin on his lips. “Babe, I love you, but no one except me will ever be driving this car.” He laughed, completely unaware of what he’d just said.

Brad puckered his lips, “Do-do you mean it?”

Tony shifted up a bit to look him in the eye. Confusion grew on his face, “Mean what? I’m sorry but I put too much work into her to-”

“No, no, I mean.” He hesitated, “When you said…said that you loved me. Did you really mean it?”

“Oh.” A blush rose in Tony’s cheeks, his eyes glanced away and his chin fell into his chest. “Uh-well…I mean- I know we’ve only been dating a few months but, yeah. I-” He rose his head back up to look into Brad’s eyes. “I love you.”

Brad smiled, his whole body tingled, “I love you, too, Tony.” He shifted closer to him and locked their lips in a kiss. Tony wrapped his arms around Brad’s waist, deepening the kiss.

A few minutes later, Brad’s phone buzzed. They broke apart from their, rather intense, make-out session so he could read the text.

“It’s my dad. Wants to know when I’m getting home.” He frowned.

Tony leaned over to give him one more passionate kiss on the lips, “Let’s get going then.” He shifted back over to the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition. The car came to a roaring start. “Ready?” He asked.

Brad clicked his seat belt in, “Yeah. On, and Tony.”

“Yeah?”

He smiled, “I love you.”

Tony let out a small laugh, the blush returning to his face as well as a shy smile, “I love you, too.”

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Function Before Fashion

…it’s always an issue for me. and as i need a distraction this evening, i’m going to drop this here and see if i’m the only one who’s perplexed with Sandor’s unfortunate baldric belt (long sword belt)…sometimes i think it’s just because Brad’s not around when he needs him so he does it himself and he really doesn’t care how it goes…case in point:

here it is, over his gorget, which would be quite handy to unbuckle and remove the sword easily. plus it’s resting firmly on his shoulder. for now.

and with the addition of the Kinsguard armor, it just looks uncomfortable as all-get-out, digging into his neck. that alone would make me refuse to wear fancy-pants armor, but then, i can’t stand seatbelt straps, either.

and here we have it buckled underneath his gorget…which makes me think Brad must have been on duty. it’s more aesthetically pleasing and probably more comfortable too.

again, there’s still easy-access to the buckle, and we know he got it off quickly to take on his brother at the Hand’s Tourney. it just looks better.

and this…wtf, this…well this just screams of a “stop the bloody thing from slicing into my neck-floof, it’s rubbing and giving me a rash” kind of desperation.