How do we think Bucky would react to the conversation about kids? Reader doesn’t want to get pregnant for a multitude of reasons and her exes hated that about her so she avoids the topic until it all comes to a point after a night out where everyone is asking
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The night out had been good — loud, chaotic, full of laughter.
One of those rare nights where everyone was home and safe and happy, a collection of Avengers and friends gathered around a too-small table, bottles of beer crowding the space between bowls of fries and half-eaten slices of pizza.
You’d been leaning against Bucky, your head on his shoulder, fingers twined through his metal ones. You weren’t drunk — tipsy at best — but you were soft with it, that easy warmth that came from being surrounded by people you trusted.
Until someone, maybe Sam, maybe Natasha, made the mistake of saying,
“You two ever think about having kids?”
It was said casually — a teasing grin aimed at Bucky, a wink tossed your way.
But the question hit you like a splash of ice water.
Your body went rigid, your smile faltered, and the warmth in your chest turned to a knot.
You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until Bucky’s thumb brushed against your knuckles — a grounding, quiet reminder that he was there.
You managed to laugh it off, mumbling something like “not really on the agenda right now”, but the tension didn’t leave you.
And Bucky noticed. Of course he noticed.
The car ride home was quiet, the kind of quiet that wasn’t awkward but heavy — weighted with all the words you were trying not to say.
Bucky drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting over your thigh, his thumb tracing absent circles against your jeans.
He didn’t push. Not at first.
He just glanced over at you every few blocks, soft blue eyes catching the streetlights.
When you finally exhaled — that deep, shaky sigh you’d been holding in all night — he hummed lowly.
“Wanna talk about it, doll?”
You looked out the window instead of at him. “Not really.”
He nodded, like that was fair. “Okay.”
But a few minutes later, when he pulled into the garage and turned off the engine, he didn’t move to get out.
He just sat there, waiting.
You could feel his eyes on you. Gentle. Curious. Not pushing — just there.
“Everyone asks that question like it’s simple,” you said finally, voice quiet. “Like it’s just… a normal thing to want.”
Bucky didn’t interrupt.
You stared at your hands in your lap, picking at the seam of your jeans. “I’ve never wanted kids,” you admitted. “Not in the way people think I should. Not because I don’t like them — I just…” You swallowed, forcing yourself to keep going. “There are a lot of reasons. My body, my past, the way it scares me. The idea of being pregnant — it’s just not something I can picture for myself.”
The words spilled out faster now, unsteady and raw. “And every guy I’ve ever dated before you either tried to change my mind or acted like I was broken for saying it. Like it made me less of a woman. So I stopped bringing it up. Figured it was easier to let them assume what they wanted than watch them leave.”
Your chest hurt by the time you finished. The silence that followed was loud — suffocating — until you finally risked a glance at him.
Bucky’s expression was unreadable at first. His jaw was tight, his brow furrowed, his lips parted like he was still trying to figure out what to say.
And then he did what he always does.
He reached for you.
The soft weight of his metal hand found your chin, tilting your face toward him. His voice, when it came, was quiet — that gravelly, careful tone he used when something mattered.
“Doll,” he said, “you don’t owe anyone an explanation for what you do or don’t want.”
Your eyes stung. “Even you?”
He blinked, startled. “What?”
You swallowed. “Even if it means disappointing you? Because I know you’d be a good dad, Buck. I know that. And part of me’s terrified that one day, that’s gonna matter more to you than—”
“Stop,” he said softly, cutting you off with a shake of his head. “Hey. Look at me.”
You did.
His eyes were wet in the corners, but steady. “You think I love you because I expect you to give me something? Because of what I might want down the road?”
You bit your lip, unable to answer.
“I love you,” he said, “because of who you are. Because you make me laugh, because you bring me peace, because you don’t look at me like I’m some weapon. You could tell me tomorrow you wanted ten kids, or you never wanted any, or you wanted to move to the goddamn moon — and it wouldn’t change that.”
Your chest cracked open at that, a sound escaping you that was half-sob, half-laugh.
Bucky smiled — soft and crooked — and brushed his thumb under your eye. “I spent most of my life having choices taken away from me. You think I’d ever want to do that to you?”
You shook your head, tears finally spilling over. “No.”
“Then that’s the end of it,” he murmured. “You don’t want kids? Fine. We’ll get a dog. Or a cat. Or a plant I’ll accidentally kill in a week.”
That earned a wet laugh from you. “You really would.”
“Damn right,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice. “But I’ll buy another one. And another. Until we figure out what works for us. Because that’s all that matters, doll. Us.”
You leaned forward then, forehead pressing against his, and he sighed like the tension had finally melted away.
Later, when you were curled up on the couch with his hoodie draped over you and his hand resting over your stomach — not possessive, just gentle — he spoke again.
“You know,” he said thoughtfully, eyes fixed on the flickering TV light, “people forget that family doesn’t have to look one way.”
You hummed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I didn’t grow up thinking I’d ever have one again. Not after everything. And now…” His fingers tightened around yours. “You’re my home. That’s enough for me.”
You turned your head toward him, eyes soft. “You mean that?”
He smiled, slow and sure. “Every word.”
There was something in the way he said it — not just comfort, but conviction. Like he’d already decided long before tonight that loving you was the only plan that mattered.
And for the first time in a long time, the weight you’d been carrying — that quiet fear of not being enough — felt a little lighter.
You let yourself sink into his side, whispering, “I love you, Bucky.”
He pressed a kiss to your hair, his voice rough when he answered.
“Love you too, doll. More than anything.”
And when you finally fell asleep against him, his hand never moved — resting right where it was, protective and still.
Not because of what you could give him.
But because of what you already were.
You’re dating Canadian Simon? I’m so jelly even though I’m not a Ghost girlie. Tell me more. How did you guys meet? Sunflowers… so sweet! 🥹💗👍🏻
ah thank you! he's a real sweetheart!
i am a couple of years older than him, but he's almost a foot taller than me (more so when he wears his army boots) - we saw each other a few times before he went on deployment for eight months. which technically hasn't even started yet because he's in training on the east coast of canada till june.
it hasn't been particularly easy for both of us, given that we hadn't been seeing each other for a long period of time prior. during my last visit to see him, he actually wanted to break up with me to save me from the pain of him being gone for at most fourteen months. he thought it wasn't fair that i got roped into it, but during our weekend together we had many conversations (some drunk) about wanting to stay with each other. and he could tell that i was as committed to staying with him through it as he was with me. so he changed his mind. he saw that this wasn't some simple, short fling before he fucked off for a year. i was serious about this and he was serious too.
(more rambling under the cut)
we actually met by accident on an online messaging service before we moved to discord and then eventually to texting! we live roughly in the same part of the country, there is a reliable, cheap train service that takes me from my city to his area and then he has a car to drive from the train station to the smaller down he lives in. during our first date we got all you can eat sushi in the city where the train station is just in case i didn't feel comfortable or safe and wanted to go home asap. (he didn't want to make it feel like i was being kidnapped). we saw a movie together afterwards (venom 3) and sort of made out the entire time. - the movie was really bad.
a couple of times afterwards i've come down to see him and we mostly hang out around his home. the last time i saw him, i got to help him get ready to go to base in his town for paperwork and he told me that he rarely ever speeds but when he was done for the afternoon, he was quick to get into his car to drive home to me.
yeah he's a former football player when he was in school and he's really strong as well. he likes to kind of just pick me up. he's the kind of guy who walks on the outer part of the sidewalk close to the road. he pays for dinners even though i try to fight him to it. he's just kind of a big blond guy who is quite monotone in his speech. but he's gotten better and kind of (as we call it) laying it on thick, which usually means him saying or texting me sweet things because he knows how much i love it (and my reactions are really funny to him).
also the only time he smiles in selfies is when they're sent to me, only to me.
he's coming back to our area of the country in may-ish, so i'm taking a week off of work to go see him so we can make up for lost time. if that doesn't work out, we're splitting the cost for me to fly to base to come visit him for the same amount of time.
it's hard some days because the chaos of being on base can be a lot sometimes and he can't really text me. but he tries really hard to at least get a good morning and i love you in so i don't forget that he loves me and is thinking about it. it's just taking it one step at a time.
his goal is to complete deployment and my goal is to finish my final class of university. so we're both busy guys! - he did also get drunk once and call me about how he wants to marry me before i made him get water and lie down in bed... i think about that sometimes.
(i think for anonymity sake, i'll refer to him as cottontailI)
At My Side - Roxx_15 - LEGO Monkie Kid [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: He was going to go and get back what belongs to him.
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
LEGO Monkie Kid
Relationship:
Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque/Sun Wukong | Monkey King
Characters:
Sun Wukong | Monkey KingLiu Er Mihou | Six-eared MacaqueNezha (Monkie Kid)Qi Xiaotian | MKRed Son (Monkie Kid)
Additional Tags:
RomanceHurt/ComfortBlood and InjuryAlternate Universe - Canon DivergenceFluff and AngstHappy EndingSad with a Happy EndingProtective Sun Wukong | Monkey KingSoft Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque
20 QUESTIONS TO ASK YOUR EX BOYFRIEND (DEEP FEELINGS EDITION) 💔✨
Sometimes closure doesn’t come from silence… it comes from the questions we were too afraid to ask.
If you ever get the chance to have one honest conversation, here are the questions that actually matter:
Did you ever truly love me, or were you just comfortable?
When did you start losing feelings?
Was there something I did that slowly pushed you away?
Did you ever imagine a future with me for real?
What did I mean to you at my best… and at my worst?
Did you ever compare me to someone else?
Were you emotionally honest with me, or just saying what I wanted to hear?
What was the real reason we ended? Not the easy answer—the truth.
Did you ever regret hurting me?
Was there a moment you almost chose to stay but didn’t? Why?
Do you think we could’ve worked if we tried harder?
What did you learn from loving me?
What do you think I deserved that you couldn’t give?
Were you ever afraid of losing me—or just used to having me?
Did you ever take me for granted?
What part of me do you still remember the most?
Do you miss me… or just the memories?
If we met again today, would you treat me differently?
What would you say to the version of me you hurt?
If you could go back, what would you change?
Not every answer will heal you… but the truth always brings clarity. And sometimes, clarity is the closure you’ve been searching for. 🖤
