How about a bit of Silly Boys with Silly Toys with author!Bucky and mechanic! reader? Tentative title is Grease and Grind.
“Better not scratch it,” one of the guys sneered at you.
Bucky’s nostrils flared. Just because you were a woman it didn't mean you’d mess up his car. Before he could step in and defend you, you flipped the prick off. “You are one of the reasons I was blessed with a middle finger,” you said with a sweet smile before it vanished. “Now fuck off and let me do my job.”
A joyous smile spread across his face when you winked at him. Not only did you look gorgeous with a bit of grease on you, you didn't let anyone in the garage push you around. Oh, he wanted to get your number before he left. Maybe he’d take you for a ride if you let him.
I am curious about the reactions received to their relationship in Brooklyn Boys. You mentioned Reader has a family; what do they think of the three of them?
Our wonderful Brooklyn Boys!!!
Thank you for sending this ask, my dear!
I thought about it a lot while I was writing this initially and then more of the canon built up in my head each time I added another chapter to their story as the years have gone on. (Can't believe it's been three and a half years since I started their story!)
Just normal going around town, going to dinner, going on adventures/outings (Steve still loves to do that, and now he loves that it's with BOTH of his favorite people), I don't see you or Steve or Bucky as being much into public displays of affection. One of them might hold your hand or put a hand on your back, but... it's definitely never three of your holding hands together because that's just not a functional way to move around lol. You're all warm and physical with each other, it's just not on high levels when you're out and about.
Your older brother actually owns the cafe bakery attached to your bookshop, so he's seen the evolution of it all, and it was surprising to him, but more so because he never would have pegged you to be in a throuple. He has no issues with it.
Your parents are very O_O when you tell them you're bringing your boyfriends—plural—home for Thanksgiving. ("Did you say boyfriends? Oh. Okay. No, we just wanted to make sure we heard you correctly.") They're still navigating the idea of it, but they are trying. When they see all f you together, get to just interact with the super soldiers around the house, it's so normal that it makes it easier. They just...don't really know the protocol. Your brother helps in reassuring them that it can just be normal, and they don't need to try extra hard or go above and beyond, they just need to get to know two boyfriends instead of one.
You have a younger sister who is only seven (the surprise kid for your your parents haha) and she adores them. No real questions from her. She knows it's not typical, but things aren't always conventional in the world she's growing up in, so it's whatever to her.
Your only still-living grandmother loves it. She thinks it's wild, but she revels in how fantastic it it must be. And she basks in their attention as well. She teases them. Bucky doesn't blush, but Steve does, and it's your gran's favorite thing to get him riled up and flustered and totally red cheeks.
But your younger brother and his wife? They don't approve. He says they won't come home for Thanksgiving if you're allowed to bring your heathen situation and parade it around. Your father still didn't know what to make of your throuple situation yet, but he DID know that he was not going to abide such a hateful view, and so he said they weren't welcome back under his roof until they were ready to love and respect all members of the family as they had before, and these boyfriends may not be family yet/ever, but they could be, and you certainly were.
You didn't know this was why that brother and his wife didn't make it, but when you ask your mom and find out your dad took such a clear stance, it makes you very 🥺. You're sad that brother and your sister-in-law are not open to your relationship, but the bitterness is eclipsed by how your parents are so sure in their commitment to being good and decent parents and backing you up even when you know they're still feeling like they're in over their heads.
Thank you so much for the request. This was fun. ◡̈
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You and Sam’s sister Sarah were on the dance floor, giggling as the song ended. Bucky and Sam sat at the table across the room. Bucky hadn’t heard a word Sam said to him for the last several minutes his eyes on you and only you.
“Hello? Earth to cyborg!” Sam tapped Buckys temple to get his attention.
“What? Sorry.” Bucky turned to him briefly before his attention inevitably shifted back to you.
“Man go dance with your girl!” Sam laughed, patting Buckys shoulder. “I’m going to go get a drink.”
Bucky wanted to, but he hadn’t danced in so long, and the worry of embarrassing himself in front of you haunted him.
It didn’t take long for you to notice his gaze, waving him over to you excitedly. He shook his head at you, a giant smile spread across his face as you ran over toward him.
“Hey, Handsome! You wanna do this next dance with me? It’s a fun one! It’s called the Cupid shuffle!”
“I’ve never heard of that before” Bucky nervously swallowed, his hand nursing a sweaty glass. You immediately sensed his apprehension.
“The song gives you verbal instructions pretty much and I’ll be right there beside you baby! It’ll be fun, I promise” you pouted, poking out your bottom lip knowing how that typically worked on him.
You heard the song start to blare through the speakers, grabbing Buckys hand and practically yanking him from his seat as you stood in the back of the crowd with him.
“Watch me first baby” you started to bop side to side when the speakers started blaring instructions.
Bucky watched you wide-eyed, his face was flushed with embarrassment until he looked around the room and realized everyone was pretty much paying attention to themselves only. It took him a moment to catch on but soon enough he was picking up the steps and giggling along with you.
“I’ll be damned” Sam laughed, nursing his beer before he patted his sister Sarah on the shoulder pointing to you and Bucky in the crowd.
“She actually got him to dance!” Sarah giggled, sneaking a photo to send you later as she and her new husband went to join you.
Best fic you've read recently? (Links or you didn't read it.)
Thanks for the ask! It's really hard to choose just one haha, but these are some fics which were completed this year that I really loved reading. All are Viktuuri-based and for Yuri!!! On Ice.
A Minor Media Miscommunication by labellelunaclaire (~5k words)
Is a Twitter fic set in the canon universe, which I am sure must have taken forever to code. It mimics the frustrations of Twitter controversies in such a funny and unserious way, and keeps everyone perfectly in character. Phichit is mostly the main character, but all the OC Twitter users make up most of the fic and are equally as hilarious.
Broken Bones and Broken Hearts Are Set the Same by Bdol (@makkasbuns) (~200k words)
Is a very thoroughly developed canon-divergence fic exploring what would have happened if Lilia took over Yuuri's coaching instead of Viktor. Beautiful character development as Yuuri learns how to be a better figure skater through ballet, as well as learning how to be a coach. I especially adore the parallels between the ballet pieces Yuuri skates to and his own perception of himself. I love the different types of relationships explored within the story; it gives equal importance to Yuuri's friendships, mentorships, family, and romantic relationships. Viktor and Yuuri's is slow to start and slightly frustrating at the beginning, but very charming. 💗
Fool's Gold by @neutronstarchild (~44k words)
Is a post-canon fic with switching POV's exploring the Russian Federation's overscoring in competitions and bribed judges. It was nice to see perspectives from so many characters, as the skating world is so small that the controversy ends up affecting all of them. It's tense as the main 3 characters are pitted against each other (Yuri P., Yuuri K., and Viktor), but explores them maintaining their relationships despite that. I think Yuri's reactions to being harassed by the media are very in line with what it must be like being such a young skater and facing so much public backlash, even when he's not at fault. I am also a secret JJ fan, so I adored the exploration into his anxieties and relationships as another relatively young skater.
It is also accompanied by many beautiful artworks!
Not a Fairy Tale Kiss Catch-Up 4 - Yes I Know It's Been a Year (don't judge me)
Has it been a year since my last update yes. Do I have an excuse - I mean yes but it basically boils down to life was lifin'.
Chapter 73
"…you have a brief moment of missing Jarvis desperately…" Me too D, me too.
I can heavily relate to being irritated with someone who's interfering with my ability to do my job (although in their case it's because they're an idiot, at least Helen was actually trying to help).
“We’re… working through some issues,” says Scott, sounding somewhat cautious. “Kind of jumped a few stages of grief here…" - OOOOOFFFFFF
"“Um… slight problem, guys,” says Scott slowly. “So… there’s a bunch of dead HYDRA guys down here. And Barnes is not where I left him." - OUR MAN IS ON THE WAY!!!!! All that talk going on in the bunker thinking he's not going straight for D is great but we all know exactly where Bucky is headed. Steve may have been the Winter Soldier's last mission but D is endgame (pun not intended here).
“And he’s heading straight to the jet.”
Chapter 74
That Richard Siken poem is rude. (I'm sad now, how could you do this to me.)
“I’m not leaving you guys, that’s not part of the plan!”
“Friday, I can end you.” The jet immediately stops shaking. “Sorry, Boss, she’s scarier than you,” says Friday. Damn right she is. D should be scarier than Tony most days but pregnant D when she's worried about Bucky, terrifying. (Worried about anyone she cares about really, but especially Bucky.)
Omg that whole conversation between Cap & D about how Bucky's always wanted D around.
The Soldier had wanted to help them. He would have helped them, if not for the cryo-freeze. He wouldn’t have hurt them. This gets me because it reminds the reader that even when he was the Solider Bucky was still there and I don't think the MCU (which I have many issues with regarding their treatment of Bucky's story) acknowledges or cares about. :(
"The last thing he thought about, before he went under… was you." I. Am. SOBBING!!!
I love how much they just want the other to be safe and okay, this whole back and forth of Omg-you're-cold-and-hurt-get-inside it's so sweet I could die.
“Because I love you, you asshole" perfection, chef's kiss, love it so so much.
"He pulls back, and he’s grinning, it’s a verified Bucky Barnes grin, patented 1917. You never stood a chance. “I love you.” I didn't know you could improve on the perfection but congratulations, you did. I can absolutely see this grin in my head.
“Oh my god,” you groan. “You were going to launch a rescue mission for my rescue mission. Steve is never going to let us do side quests again.” - No, no Steve will not.
The layers of what's going on here, D's denial, Helen's calm clinicality, most everyone else doing their best not to freak out, all with Scott being 100% non-chalant in the background is hilarious.
I think there's actually new evidence that eating/snacking while in labor can be good for the mother in some cases (obviously this doesn't hold if there's a high possibility of needing a c-section/being put under anesthesia which I think has been a concern for D).
"Sam, and he gives a slight grimace as Bucky transfers your grip to Sam’s hand." D's probably about to break that poor man's hand.
D in labor and just got her man back but this sweet woman is (understandably) worried about poor Wanda.
“Not in labor, Sam,” you tell him, without opening your eyes. “I am not having this baby before Laura’s even had hers.” I don't think D gets to decide that (and in the next line Sam agrees with me).
I love Sam's Titi.
D trying to apologize with Sam and his final word is: “Don’t argue me on this one,” Sam warns you. “Or I’m keeping the bourbon.” This man never misses.
“What the hell am I gonna do on bed rest for a whole month?” I also don't know what I would do with myself if I was told I had to be on bed rest for any reason for longer than a few days.
Steve being broken by that particular labor fact (hack?) is both accurate and hilarious. But Bucky is right it's good for him.
Tony not hovering and (openly) freaking out right now is such a nice bit of character development.
Like I know Bucky has loved D since forever but to hear him say it like that makes me so happy (even if he didn't realize it until later). This is made even better when D admits when she actively realized how she felt and Bucky is low-key like, yep that tracks.
“I don’t know what scared me more about this mission: the moment we realized the Tower was under attack, or the moment I realized you’d walked into my waking nightmare. Hell, both of those were nightmares, darlin’. Can you blame me for wanting you safe now?” - I know D wouldn't be D if she did let Bucky wrap her in cotton wool but I also think he's earned the right, not to mention she's supposed to be on bed rest it's not like it would make much a difference.
I agree with Bucky - D will be the first one ready to go back to work.
BABY BARTON IS HERE!!!! 😍
“Jeez, Rogers, how many namesakes does that make?” calls Tony. Natasha’s recitation continues. “That’s Roger for Laura’s dad, not Cap, make sure he knows that. Guy’s ego is big enough.” 😂😂😂
Awww she offers to name them after his sisters if it's a girl AND THEN HE OFFERS TO NAME A BOY AFTER HER BROTHER. 😭😭😭
Arnie's ears are burning.
The baby announcement over the intercom is hilarious, love the sideswipe dig at Steve.
Chapter 76/Epilogue
D is such a good mom already♥️, I'm sure Bucky is also a good dad but I agree with D (he's a traitor & better bring back earplugs).
Pepper (& Steve?) being very prepared for this moment of keeping Tony away right after the baby is born tracks & I love her for it.
I only recently found out La Leche League is a real organization and not one you made up btw.
"Laura swears up and down it gets better; you tearfully called her a lying liar who lies and then had to call back two hours later to apologize. She laughed at you and sent you a stream of gifs of Dolly Parton, milk jugs, and cows." - Mom solidarity, love it.
Salute to both Pepper and that 2am lactation consultant.
Awwww Baby James looking like mini-Bucky - cute as that visual is I hope as their features settle he ends up looking like a nice match-up of both of them.
Pepper is the best (also I do not blame her for using the security blackout to her advantage).
I can't imagine how off (inhuman?) women must feel after pregnancy but I remember it was pretty rough for my mom after my last sibling (large age gap so I remember better than I do my other sibling).
Tony should realize that D hacking his AI is par for the course. But him retiring? Nope never gonna happen.
Tony - shows small sign of baby fever(?). Also Tony - nope.
Also also Tony - mother-hen-check-in on D immediately, so sweet. Double sweet that he keeps checking in on if she's sure of her future plans (returning to work, etc.).
The party has arrived and rudely disturbed the baby. But we get a glimpse of Good Dad Bucky (and Traitor Punk Steve).
The various away-from-tower back-up plans are interesting to see. (Curious to see if any of these will come up in the sequel.) I absolutely feel D not wanting to take anyone up on any of them yet though, like dude let's adjust to the new normal first.
The name "confusion" feels very Who's on First
"I could cry at you" 😂😂😂
I like JP as Baby Barne's daily use name (but I'm biased, my dad's called by his first two initials).
Avengers tower would have actually comfortable hospital beds (or is it comfortable because D is just That Tired?).
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Supportive Dad & Partner Bucky already on duty 😍
“Who’s he look like?” “A potato,” says Bucky, without hesitation. “Sleep.” 😂😭😂😭😂😭
The sweet sweet banter returns and all is right with the world.
Even on bed rest no one will keep D from work she wants to do if she has anything to say about it and a respect her for that.
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Every time I learn something new about Strucker in this fic I hate him more and more.
"…and just about every one is a type of file that is so old, our systems can’t even read them.” The fact that both Tony and Steve are separately and differently insulted by this is very funny to me.
"Clint would make a whipping sound, if he were there, but he’s in Iowa, dealing with a newborn." And that would be rich coming from Clint.
Wait, so we're supposed to prompt you with one of the one-word sentences? Okay. #7. Your choice of pairing/characters/fandom, but the thing that the speaker of "finally" thinks was meant to happen is... not entirely what they expected.
thank you for sending a one-word-sentence prompt, Az! for once, i decided to go with our (once, for you) shared fandom for this, so i hope you'll like it! 😁
still taking those prompts if anyone wants to send another ☺️
Confession [ao3 link]
prompt: 7. "Finally."
pairing: Victuuri
rating: G
word count: 1.7k
tags: summer of pining, missing scene, tw dead pet, vicchan mention, ice nerd #1 surprising ice nerd #2 aka what else is new with these two
Victor is giddy, and it’s entirely to blame on the nervous way Yuuri’s just asked him to join him in his room to talk about something.
Why request they have this discussion behind a closed door, when their days are spent near exclusively together from their trips to and from the rink, to the hours they spend training on the ice? What topic could Yuuri want to bring up that requests complete and total privacy, especially now that Yurio’s not here to battle for Victor’s attention anymore and Yuuri and him have grown closer to one another than they were before?
Victor thinks he knows.
He thinks he knows, and he has to stop himself from running up the stairs after Yuuri because, this is it. It’s happening.
Yuuri closes the door to his room behind him with shaky hands, and gestures for Victor to sit on his bed while he goes to the chair at his desk.
“So,” Yuuri starts, rubbing his hands together and looking anywhere but at his coach. “There’s something I’d like to confess.”
Oh, God.
Victor’s heart is going to burst out of his ribcage any second.
“I’m sorry it took me this long, but it’s something you should know,” Yuuri goes on, tone filled with an odd mix of determination and doubt. “And I think I’m ready to talk about it.”
“Finally,” Victor breathes out.
He freezes when he realizes that actually slipped out, and Yuuri frowns and aborts his movement to reach for something on the desk beside him.
“What?”
“I said, I’m listening,” Victor lies smoothly.
It’s not really a lie, anyway; he really is trying to listen to something he’s been waiting to hear ever since he stepped foot in Yuuri’s childhood home all those weeks ago, even though his loud and getting louder heartbeat now nearly covers the low sound of Yuuri’s voice in his ears.
“Alright,” Yuuri buys it easily, and clears his throat. “This is going to sound weird, and for that I apologize in advance.”
Oh, God, Victor thinks with a smile, what a terribly, adorably Yuuri-like preamble to a love confession.
“Victor,” the younger skater picks up, before taking a deep, shuddering breath that feels like torture to Victor’s flayed nerves, “I… Ugh. I don’t even know how to phrase it,” Yuuri mumbles to himself, and Victor is this close to tearing out the hair he’s so afraid to lose.
His heart is pounding in his chest, sweat is starting to coat his palms, and his breathing is growing shallow; like he’s just broke his own free skate world-record all over again. He feels suspended in time, like he’s in the middle of a quad flip that started in Yuuri’s frightened, worry-filled eyes and awaits permission to land on the lower lip he keeps biting on, and Victor hasn’t felt this much anticipation since the very first time he sat in the Olympics kiss and cry as the jury deliberated on his score.
“Okay, here it is,” Yuuri starts again, looking at Victor as sharply as he did before he skated Eros during his and Yurio’s face off. “Victor,” he says with conviction, and Victor is hit with the realization that this is truly it, he’s going to say it, he’s really going to– “I named my dog after you.”
“Me too,” Victor blurts out, the words rolling off his tongue before he can even process he’d planned on saying them.
Except, wait.
What?
“What?” Yuuri asks aloud, eyebrows knitted in confusion again.
“Sorry, I mean, who?” Victor lies again, decidedly less smoothly this time.
It somehow works, and Yuuri’s gaze only lingers for a second longer on his before he reaches back and grabs a framed photo from his desk, one he doesn’t show Victor right away.
“My dog,” he says again, so much quieter Victor leans forward in his seat so he doesn’t miss it. “I named him after you.”
And, crushed false hopes aside –for now, because Victor knows he’ll definitely have to deal with that pain later– he is truly confused now.
“You have a dog?”
It’s a stupid question, one Victor knows the answer to because he’s been living in this house for weeks now. One he wouldn’t have asked if he was a little less self-absorbed and a little more tactful, he thinks to himself when Yuuri’s wet eyes flinch back up to his; if he hadn’t been so lost in his own selfish hopes he missed the obvious grief lacing Yuuri’s words –one that resonates loudly with his next ones.
“I had one.”
He hands over the picture Victor reverently accepts, and he finds himself looking down at a much younger Yuuri frozen mid-laugh, hugging a mini-Makkachin to his chest as the puppy enthusiastically kisses his rounded, childish face.
“He passed away last year,” Yuuri continues, barely above a whisper, eyes glued to his dog’s immortalized silhouette. “It happened right before the GPF, so suddenly I didn’t have time to come home and say goodbye.”
Victor barely hears himself gasp and doesn’t think before he reaches out to grab Yuuri’s hand; a stray tear escaping the younger skater just in time to land over their entwining fingers. The awkward smile Yuuri gives him wobbles as he wipes at his face with the back of his free hand, and Victor’s heart seizes at the raw pain that attempt at a mask fails to conceal.
He stays awkwardly silent as Yuuri forces calm breaths through aborted sobs, wishing he wasn't so bad with people crying in front of him, and tries to imagine what it could have felt like to try and compete under those circumstances –and finds himself at a loss, because he simply can’t.
He looks down at the picture again, and says the first, stupid thing that comes to him.
“He looks just like Makkachin.”
But Yuuri chuckles, honest if a little wet, and Victor looks up to find him looking undeterred by that silly observation.
“That was the point, yeah,” he says. “I, uh, I kind of had a crush on you back then. I was so obsessed with everything you did, I begged my parents to adopt a dog that looked like yours, and then I went and named him after you.”
Had a crush, Victor’s brain notes. Past tense.
He pushes the thought to the back of his mind for later. This isn’t what Victor expected at all, but it is a show of trust above everything Yuuri’s allowed himself since he got here, a crack in the walls he’s seemed so intent on building between him and his coach until now.
“This sounds dumb, doesn’t it? And creepy, I’m sure. I’m so sorry,” Yuuri’s ranting away, hiding his face in his free hand.
Ah, Yuuri.
Gentle, innocent –as long as there’s no pole dance involved, at least– lovely Yuuri; if he only knew what creepy means to Victor after so many years in the spotlight, and how far this is from it.
“No, it’s not,” Victor says, surprised by the roughness of his own voice. “In fact, I think it’s sweet.”
A deep brown eye peeks curiously from behind Yuuri’s fingers, and Victor doesn’t miss the blush that covers his student’s cheeks.
“You do?”
“Yes, I do,” he says, emphasizing his words by squeezing Yuuri’s fingers in his. “Besides, it’s not surprising that you looked up to me,” he rephrases, mindful not to make Yuuri even more uncomfortable and switching to the overconfident, Victor Nikiforov signature tone as he goes on, “considering your choice of a career. I’ve been the reigning champion in our field for the past decade or so, after all.”
That trick gets him a knowing eye roll, and another, clearer chuckle that Victor joins in with his own.
“I must say, Victor is an odd name for a dog,” he still dares to point out.
“Vicchan, actually,” Yuuri corrects softly.
Victor’s memory jolts at the name, and he suddenly understands why Yuuri brought this up in the first place.
A few days ago as he was greeting Hiroko in the morning, she had addressed him with that name, and an uncharacteristically clumsy Mari had dropped some towels to the floor, looking up sharply at her mother. Yuuri had distracted Victor from the sudden awkwardness by dragging him to breakfast and the rink faster than his polite nature usually allowed, and Victor, after asking twice, didn’t push more when Yuuri seemed so intent to move on from whatever had happened.
“That’s a kind of nickname–”
“Yeah, honorifics, right?” Victor guesses, having grown used to those between the Katsuki family members themselves.
Yuuri nods.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. My mother just naturally called you that, and it brought back memories…”
His voice trails off, and it becomes even more abundantly clear to Victor that, no matter how much Makka’s breed obviously influenced a younger Yuuri’s choice, Vicchan was so much more than just a whim of his for the entire family.
“That’s okay,” Victor picks up. “I'm sure we can find another nickname that's less bothersome.”
They did change Yuri’s name to Yurio, after all. And as desperate and pathetic as it sounds, Victor doesn’t care what he’s called, as long as he’s allowed to stay by Yuuri’s side.
“No, I talked it over with Mari, and we don’t really mind,” Yuuri retorts quickly. “Besides, I don’t think my mother will be able to help herself anyway. Victor is… kind of a mouthful.”
There’s a glint of playfulness in his eyes then that reminds Victor of the man who took his hand and danced with him in Sochi, and he fakes an offended gasp.
“What? No, it’s not!”
“It is, to her,” Yuuri insists, less teasing now. “Not everyone’s a polyglot here.”
Victor hums in acknowledgment, his thumb tracing random, hopefully comforting patterns over Yuuri’s, and Yuuri nods to the picture in Victor’s other hand.
“Anyway, I just wanted you to understand the full story. I hope I didn’t make it too weird.”
And God, Yuuri’s inability to believe his coach’s reassurances is as endearingly frustrating off the ice as it is on it, Victor reflects with a sigh.
“You didn’t,” he insists, and ignores the hint of doubt that remains in Yuuri’s gaze then. “If anything, I’m honored to be named after him, like he was after me.”
Yuuri looks up at him, startled eyes thinly veiled by renewed tears. Victor smiles tentatively, and Yuuri replies with a sincere, bittersweet one that only makes Victor fall deeper in love with him.
