#left chained up in the bathroom for being too bisexual we’ve all been there

[buckthegrump]

Where You Go - 5

After a run-in with some hitmen, you find yourself with a new protection detail.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1799

Warnings: fluff, angst, a cliffhanger because ya know why the fuck not

A/n: (Infinity War/ Endgame who?) if you want to be tagged please look at the link in my bio

Homecoming was right around the corner and the whole school was buzzing with excitement. Y/n always forgot how big a deal high schoolers made out of dances. Didn’t matter how many years she worked as a teacher, she would never get it.

There was a week and a half before the big dance and Rachel stood in front of Y/n’s desk before school actually started. She looked nervous again.

“Rachel is everything ok?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah I just,” Rachel gulped audibly, “Can I talk to you about something without any judgment?”

“So long as it’s not illegal yes,” Y/n answered earning the smallest of smiles from her student.

“Ok, I never once thought I was straight. All my crushes have been on girls so I assumed I was gay but then -” Rachel paused.

Y/n didn’t say anything while she waited for Rachel to continue. 

“Then this year I had Mr. Barnes as a teacher and I thought it was just me finding a man attractive objectively and nothing more.”

“Do you have a crush on Mr. Barnes?” Y/n asked keeping all judgment out of her voice.

“No,” Rachel said quickly, “I mean he’s good looking but no. I think I like a guy? Like, like like a guy. But like that makes me a bad lesbian. Doesn’t it? Does that mean I’ve been lying to everyone when I’ve told them that I’m gay?”

“No, it wasn’t a lie it was your truth at the time. And if you think a relationship with a guy is something you want to explore go for it. As long as it’s not going to get anyone in trouble. So you might be bisexual, no biggie.” Y/n shifted forward in her seat a little. “If you don’t mind me asking, who’s the guy?”

Y/n had a grin on her face as Rachel looked at the open door. Students were walking by but no one paid them any mind. Rachel looked back to her teacher took a deep breath and answered.

“Andrew,” she whispered.

Y/n fought the smile and the giggle that threatened to bubble up. She nodded her head.

“You’re judging me!” Rachel gasped.

“No, I promise I’m not.” Y/n held up her hands shaking them. “Your answer just took me by surprise. You don’t seem like the kind to be into the jock.” 

And she didn’t. Rachel wore dark colors with the occasional pride flag but even then it was the smallest accessory. Y/n had only seen her wear shoes that weren’t combat boots once. She didn’t really take any shit from anyone and didn’t have that many friends. While Andrew wasn’t afraid of color and despite being captain of the football team had many friends and was friendly to just about everyone.

“What do I do?” Rachel asked.

“Well, I think ya gotta do the adult thing and talk to him about it. And he might mean about it and laugh in your face but for the record, I don’t think he’ll do that. Maybe ask him to homecoming.” The warning bell rang. “Go to class, Rachel. If you want to come in on your lunch break your more than welcome to.”

Rachel did not come in during her lunch. But Andrew did.

He knocked on the open door and stuck his head in.

“Ms. L/n can I talk to you?” He asked. Y/n who’d just shoved a fork full of food into her mouth nodded unable to speak. Andrew paced in front of her desk before turning to her. “I know Rachel is gay. She’s not shy about it. And lately, we’ve been becoming close. She’s been helping me on my homework assignments and I know she can be kind of an asshole to people but she’s nice to me.”

Y/n was starting to wonder when she became the cool teacher that students came to with their problems and where the fuck all this great advice was coming from. She could only imagine the power she’d have if she could take her own advice.

“And I think I have a crush on her but I can’t do anything about it and I just felt like I had to tell someone but if I told someone my age they might laugh in my face about it,” Andrew slumped into one of the chairs in the room.

“Has Rachel talked to you today?” Y/n asked.

“No, she’s been avoiding me and I think it’s because she can tell that I have a crush on her and she doesn’t know how to tell me that it’s never going to happen; which I understand I really do. I just need time to get over it I guess.”

“Ok, you should talk to her and if she tries to run, just tell her you have a message from me for her.”

Andrew laughed. “You’re really smart Ms. L/n.”

Y/n shrugged and Andrew began walked out the door.

~

Bucky was fixing her door, finally.  He was using tools he’d swiped from Tony’s lab and was putting the hinges back on the frame. Y/n was sitting on a stool eating cereal watching him carefully.

“Ya know you could offer to help and this might go faster,” Bucky said in between drilling.

“You knocked it down just fine on your own, you can handle putting it back up by yourself too,” she told him, mouth full of cereal.

Y/n had a playlist playing as Bucky worked, he complained about it many times because they weren’t very fast-paced songs which according to the supersoldier is what he needed in order to do handy work. But Y/n just figured the music was annoying him, which was all the more reason to not turn it off.

He finished with the last screw and admired his work.

“Alright, that should be good,” he turned to her and smiled, “try not to find any more rats.”

Y/n ignored his banter and set down her now empty bowl.

“When you were in school did you have school dances?” Y/n asked him looking at the floor.

“Yeah, but there was a lot more smoking and drinking. Apparently, they’ll get suspended if they spike the punch which is a rite of passage. But god, school dances were fun, sometimes they even ended with two boys fighting, typically Steve, but when it wasn’t Steve the fights were fun to watch.” Bucky leaned his shoulder against the wall and looked at Y/n. “What were your school dances like?”

Y/n shook her head and grabbed her bowl and took it to the kitchen. “I didn’t have any school dances.”

“What?” Bucky asked with a half-laugh.

“I didn’t really go to a school so I didn’t really get to go to dances. Not like anyone would’ve asked me to dance anyway,” Y/n tried to joke. She put the bowl in the dishwasher and turned around to find Bucky standing right behind her. “What?”

“Do you wanna go to homecoming with me?” He asked with a gin.

“I’m already going as a chaperone. And it’s not like we weren’t going together anyway. Besides I’d make a bad dance partner.”

“You sound so sure about that.”

Y/n chuckled humorlessly. “Well, no one’s ever asked me to dance so -”

Bucky turned towards the Bluetooth speak that was on the counter and turned up the song that was playing. He stepped back to Y/n and reached for her hand.

“What are you doing?” She asked retreating slightly.

“Teaching you to dance,” he stated.

“And you have to touch me for that?” She asked dumbly, of course, he had to touch her for that but she was afraid of reading into this the wrong way.

“Would you just let me hold your god damned hand?” This time when he reached for her hand she didn’t stop him.

With her left hand in his right, he pulled her closer to him. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and instinctively she put her free hand on his shoulder. Bucky started swaying them and turning them in a small circle in the kitchen. 

They danced in the kitchen without speaking. She could feel Bucky’s eyes burning a hole in her. Y/n’s gaze didn’t drift from his chest. 

“Y/n,” Bucky whispered. When he said her name her heart skipped a beat and started going haywire, she could only hope that his hearing wasn’t good enough to hear it.

She let her eyes drift to meet his. The instant she did, she almost regretted it. His stare was hypnotic, Y/n couldn’t tear her eyes away from it. There was no way his eyes were truly this blue, it had to be a trick of the light.

They continued dancing for the whole song. Y/n didn’t notice at first but they kept getting closer and closer to each other, like two magnets that weren’t going to let anything get in the way of them finally touching. She only noticed how close they’d gotten because she could feel his breath fanning across her face.

He rested his forehead against hers just as the song was ending. When the song was finally over they stopped swaying but they didn’t move for a minute while the next song started to play.

“See?” His voice barely above a whisper. “You’re a natural.”

Y/n unsure of what to say stayed silent. She watched as Bucky removed his forehead from hers and froze for a moment as if he’d remembered something. He pursed his lips then finished pulling away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he smiled at her.

~

Rachel raised her hand in the middle of Y/n’s lecture.

“May I go to the bathroom?” She asked and Y/n nodded. Rachel ran out of the room and Y/n didn’t miss the way Andrew’s eyes followed her. 

Y/n got back to her lecture even though she could tell that half the students were falling asleep from it. Hell, she’d fallen asleep while she wrote the damn lesson plan but it was part of the state requirement.

Someone in the back of the class let out a yawn, which made Y/n yawn and then someone else yawned and Y/n yawned again starting a whole chain reaction that made it all the way around the room.

Y/n was about to give up when the phone rang.

“Hello?” She answered expecting to hear Bucky’s voice at the other end of the call. It wasn’t. It was the principal and as the principal spoke it felt like all the blood from Y/n’s body drained out. 

“We’re on lockdown, this is not a drill.”