Feeling Alive- Part 8
Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader
Chapter 8/?: Manhattan
Word count: 2789
I am SO PSYCHED for this chapter (and I usually try to leave a few days between each update to give people time to read the latest part but I COULDN’T RESIST). Trust me. It’s a good ‘un. Anyway we broke 50 notes on Part 7?! Whaaaat?! Given that I’ve never written one of these before and this ain’t *technically* my fandom I’m astonished to even get one stranger interested in reading this story and I’m so grateful to you all <3 (all the songs featured are linked to the appropriate YouTube video in case you haven’t heard them before/just want to listen anyway)
B: is Sunday eve ok for you?
B: or we can ditch the film night on Sat
Y: I’m on the night-shift again Sunday so it will have to be the latter
Privately, you think it will give your group of friends enough ammunition for gossip for the next three weeks, but decide against sharing that with Bucky. Just in case- just on the off-chance- that you’re reading this situation entirely wrong.
Regardless of how Bucky’s interpreting your invitation, you’re in a state of nervous excitement for the whole day. You decide, then immediately refute, what you’re going to wear at least three times. You tidy and re-tidy every inch of your tiny flat. Your stomach seems to be full of spring-loaded frogs at a rave. Eventually you put on your most comforting music and make a start on the soup.
The doorbell goes just as you put the pot on to simmer, and you jolt in surprise.
Stay calm, you tell yourself, don’t freak out. Then you take a deep breath, calmly put down the oven glove, and head downstairs.