Bucky Barnes One Shots - EDITING

90. Scars

Requested by _rxseqvartz_

This idea is actually adorable omg thank you sm

They asked for no smut, but it starts with a make out session lmao

I really hope that you like this omg

Word Count: 1600

You had no idea what happened, but one minute you were laughing and joking with Bucky, the next minute, you had your tongues down each other's throats

You were currently in a heated make out session with him, and he had you pinned against your bedroom wall, his normal hand resting on your cheek with your arms wrapped around his neck

As your teeth clashed and your lips started to tingle, Bucky tried to further deepen the kiss by putting his metal hand under your shirt and resting it on your stomach, ready to lift it up over your head

This made you panic a bit, as you didn't want Bucky to see what was under it, because you knew he'd make a big deal out of it

When you felt him begin to lift up the fabric, your hands flew to his cold wrist and your eyes shot open as you stopped kissing him

He saw the panic in your eyes and immediately let go of you

No matter how he felt in the moment, he would always check if you were okay, and if you weren't... Well, he values you more than his own needs

"Are you okay, doll?" he then realised that you were still gripping his left wrist with both hands "Did I do something you didn't want me to?"

The calm and concerned look in his eyes made you tell the truth immediately, so you nodded and looked down at the carpet

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave?" he asked, genuinely worried for you and already backing away towards the door

Luckily, you noticed this, and pulled him back to you with a smile "No, Bucky. Now, where were we?" You asked with a forced smile, trying to brush off your previous panic

But, as you went to kiss him again, he grabbed your shoulder gently and pushed it back so that he could speak to you "Woah, hold on there. I'm not kissing you again until you're okay with it. And right now, you're clearly not. Something that I did is bothering you, and so that I don't make that mistake again, you gotta tell me what it is"

The amount of genuine concern that radiated off of him was enough to make you say "Please... Please don't lift up my shirt"

Bucky nodded in understanding, but wanted to know your reason "Would you mind if I asked if why?" he asked, his left wrist still being held by you

"I don't want you to see my scars" you answered bluntly and hesitantly, looking away from him and mumbling

He signed and tried to wiggle his wrist out of your grip, but it was too tight and he didn't want to hurt you

"Y/N, please let me see" he said, his calm voice making you almost give in

For an answer, you full on just said "No", making him raise his warm, flesh hand and gently held your chin, moving it so you looked at him

"Remember when I told you that I love every square inch of you?" he said, looking straight into your eyes

This made you nod and blush a bit, now loosening your grip on his wrist

"That includes your flaws, doll. But these scars aren't flaws, not to me. Even though I've never seen them, I think that they make you even more beautiful, because each scar has a story, no matter how stupid it is. I know it's impossible for you to become any prettier, but you know what I mean" he explained, moving his hand from your chin to your cheek again with a smile