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The Broken Hearted

ship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None, it’s a pretty fluffy lil story!

Summary:

Readers POV:

People are born with broken hearts. Those are the ones who have lost their soulmates in the life before they had this one.

If you were born with a broken heart the soulmate system doesn't work for you.

I was born with a broken heart. It's a lot to take in but I've grown with it. I know one day I'll find someone, but I hope they find me.

People are connected to their soulmate by colorings on the palm of their hand. It will show their emotions, and if the soulmate is nearby it'll turn bright white.

My palm was morbid black. Been that way for as long as I can remember. I can remember my mother telling me "y/n, you don't need that mark to show you who to love. You can march into the big world and take it yourself"

I love my mother. She was born broken hearted as well. Sometimes she'll blame herself on my heart but it's really not her fault.

These thoughts crammed my mind daily. I shook my head and got up for work at the cafe. It's not the best place but I love it.

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"Y/n, oh my god thank goodness you're here. I've been running both cash registers since Clint 'couldn't make it to work today'" Natasha says mimicking my fellow friend Clint.

The two were obviously meant for each other but they are both too dull to realize it.

Nat wears gloves over her hands because she's not ready for a relationship and Clint... he's broken hearted too.

Yes, the soul system will still work on the receiving end of the other broken hearted persons soul mate. So if nat goes near Clint, her hand will glow. But of course she doesn't take into it.

"Sorry I'm late Nat, I didn't hear my alarm." I say throwing on my apron and rounding the counter.

"Well at least you're honest, now get to work." She says in a 'boss like tone'

Working at the cafe was fun for most of the day. But, the constant sight of couples meeting for the first time would strike me sometimes. Not that I'm jealous... it's just that it kinda hurts to see something I can't have.

So I would just ignore it and work the day away. Most people were rude and picky but some were sweet: Like the little old lady who would come in just to by an apple croissant and to feed the birds.

"Y/n are you okay?" Nat asks, after seeing the 4th soul mate meeting today.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just need some air." Nat tensed,  she looked at the line of people but nodded understanding what I needed to do. I feel bad leaving her but I feel sick to my stomach.

When I got outside there was a table of fairly attractive men all looking towards one shaggy haired mans hand. It was fluctuating from white to black to blue. Which meant that one, his soulmate was nearby, two, the soulmates heart was broken, and three, they were upset or sad.

The man looked up at my glossy y/e/c eyes then down to my hand. Which was hidden from his view. More of his friends looked over then one hit his shoulder to grab his attention. I took that as my chance to leave as soon as possible.

I rounded the corner and went through the back entrance to get back to work. I couldn't just sit out there all day.

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When I finished cleaning everything up for closing time I felt slightly relieved the day was over.  I hugged Nat goodbye and made my way outside. I felt a pinch in my palm. I stared at it confusingly but then shook it off and got in my car to go home.

When I arrived I automatically pulled out my laptop and searched, "Can a broken hearted person still get colors later in life?"

To sum it up, the answer was: 'No they cannot'

Then I searched, "What does it mean if a broken hearted person feels pinching in their palm?"

There was over ten thousand results. But the one I clicked on particularly said, 'When some one who is broken hearted gets a pinching in their hand it is a delayed reaction in the soul system. Which means they may have passed their soulmate earlier in the day but were not notified till later.'

I smiled to myself then typed another question, "What happens to a broken hearted persons soulmates palm?"

There was even more website answers for this one, 'They go through the same soulmate experience, except two colors will flash on their hand instead of one; black and whatever mood their love is feeling'

A sigh of relief blew in between my lips.   You had completely forgotten about that shaggy haired man.

I decided it was time for bed and snuggled up next to my pillow and passed out instantly.

_____ The next morning I woke up with a pounding headache. I lazily got up and got dressed, downing some Advil and sat down on the couch.

I had a night shift today. I spent most of my day reading and watching the television. ________

When I got to work the cafe seemed pretty empty. But something made me stop. Nat had her glove off and she was right in front of Clint, staring at her glowing hand. Clint reached down and placed his hand in hers and his hand automatically lit up in a blinding white light.

"I didn't know it worked like that" I mumbled mostly to myself "I didn't either..." I quickly turned around to see a somewhat short brunette girl. Her palm was black.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't stalking to see what you were saying it's just... I've never seen that before... thank you! My names Wanda, I've got to go!" Then she was gone "You're welcome?" I  nodded away and ran over to the pair and hugged them both.

"Congrats guys! I'm glad you two finally realized!"

Clint nodded, "I think that glowie thing only works if we both new. But it took so long because this red head 'didn't want to have a relationship yet'" Clint says laughing and pulling Nat in to kiss her on the head.

I laughed at the action and hugged them again, "well you two have fun, I've got the counter tonight!"

"Love you y/n! I'll see you tomorrow!" Nat says, leaving hooked in Clint's arms. Just as she was leaving I call out to her, "text me the details!"

I giggle to myself and head back behind the counter and set camp. People usually don't come late, and this cafe literally never closes.

So after I got all comfy in one of the lounge type chairs the front door bell jingled. I shot up to see who was there only to meet eyes with the shaggy haired man again. His hand was still flipping out.

"H-hey." He said in a shaky breath. I felt a little scared being that it was only the two of us there. His hand changed from green(happy) to purple (fear). He looked down at it then back up at me with worried eyes. "Are you okay?" He said with hesitation

I can hear the warmth in his voice so I calm down. Green again. "Yeah I'm okay, is there anything you'd like this evening sir?"

"Yeah well... actually I'm not here for food I wanted to talk to you about... this." He says bringing his hand up and pointing at his palm.

I felt my heart drop and my hand pinch. I lifted my hand and showed it to him. "I can't really help you. I'm broken hearted. I don't know much about the colors." Blue, black, white.

"No no heh... I think these colors are for you." Magenta(love), green, black, white.

"See they keep changing to what you're feeling, and uh the other day I saw that you were upset when my hand was blue."

He took at step closer to the counter and looked into my eyes. "Bucky Barnes." "Y-" "Y/n?" Yellow(confusion). He looked down at the color and laughed. His laugh was so beautiful. Magenta. He smiled at it and looked back up, "Your name tag, silly." Green.

I began to realize the color pattern and how it was changing to fit my emotions. But then I thought about how it probably was just a coincidence.

Blue.

"Hey y/n, what's wrong?" He lifts his hand and goes to place it on my cheek but I turn around and step away "This is probably just a mistake.. no sorry, a misunderstanding."

Deep dark blue filled his hand but it still flashed white. I stood there for a bit but then I felt his hands turning me around to face his beautiful bright blue eyes. Magenta.

"This isn't a mistake y/n" he says pulling me closer. I feel conflicted, I don't know whether I should leave or kiss him and forget my worries.

Magenta, gray(panic), magenta, gray. He noticed the changes and pushed a piece of loose hair behind my ear. "Hey it's okay." Magenta

I stepped away from his grasp and pulled his arm out and faced his palm to the sky.

I looked at his eyes which were probably going to be consuming my thoughts for decades. Then I slowly paced my hand on top of his now magenta colored palm. The light almost automatically bloomed. I squinted my eyes and tried to make out Bucky's expression. He was looking at me with the most warming smile. When the light died down our hands were laced together.

I unlatched my fingers and looked at my palm. It was still black.... then white! I giggled and bounced on my toes still staring at the color. Then it changed into pink. Pink is a color that's hard to explain. It's like love but more. It's a need, a craving desire to hold their partner close to them and to be with them forever. Pink is an everlasting bond of love that few get. My eyes flickered up to his, he was looking intently at me with that desire. Not the lust worthy type of desire but pink desire. His hand was pink too.

I dropped mine to the side and looked at him, inching closer and closer. Until he pulled me in himself. The kiss was like the Fourth of July, sparks flew in my mind. He wrapped both of his arms around the bottom of my back to keep me close. While I had mine wrapped in his hair, pushing his head into mine. We gasped for air but never stopped. The kiss was...

Pink.

When we finally disconnected, I led him to one of the open tables and sat with him. I asked him about everything, and he did as well. I asked him if it always flashed between colors. He explained that it would usually just show the colors darker than usual but when I got closer the black would flash. "It scared me. I thought you were hurt. But when I saw you yesterday I knew automatically."

"Heh, wish I did." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on my lips once more and kept our foreheads close, "Don't be so down on yourself doll." "I know I know... I'm just upset you had to see me like that for the first time." He leaned back but kept his hand on mine. "What were you crying about darling?"

"Well... I just kept seeing people meeting and falling in love together all day I couldn't take it, and when your friends were all looking at me I felt like an idiot."

"I understand, and I'm sorry about them. We were all just a so confused about my hand and well I saw you and couldn't look away so they all looked too. Don't worry I'll beat them all up for staring, doll."

I laughed and squeezed his hand. His hand turned orange(worry). "What's going on in there?" He says poking my forehead, causing me to laugh again. But then it died down and I looked back up at him. "You won't leave me right?" "Of course not doll! Why would you think I would?" "Because.. because I've dated before. They all left because of that stupid conspiracy theory about the broken hearted...' those who stick around to date one will soon die the same death of their past life soul mate'" I say mimicking a website.

Bucky stands up and walks over to me, making me stand up too, "I will never leave you y/n. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever."

In that moment I didn't know what else to do so I kissed him again. And again.

"I think I'm in love with you Bucky Barnes." "I think I just may be in love with you too doll."

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Hope you guys like this! It’s my first Bucky x reader fluff fic! Please give me any feedback that could help a writer out! xoxo :)