You should already know what this is based from! Thank you for finally making this cannon, Savino! I gave Luna a bi flag though just in case because it’s not officially confirmed if she’s a full lesbian. But I’m glad they did this. Imma call the ship name Sana.
And for those who are sad and ship Luna with someone else or your oc, just remember, no matter what, draw for yourself. Have fun with what you see with these characters. Enjoy the Loud House and what it gives you. Beside….I guess Rocky and Lucy aren’t a thing anymore? Continuity? WHAT’S THAT?
PS….I’m straight but I support LGBTQ. Have a good Pride Month.
****We decided to do a “what’s in my pencil case post together at the last minute :) enjoy****
||First photo||- Jhordan
1. Pilot G-2 07 in black and blue 2. MUJI 0.5 (I don’t usually use these but I decided to include them anyway) 3. Zebra Mildliners (pastel) 4. BIC Wite Out Correction Tape 5. Faber- Castell Liquid Pen Corrector 6. Post-it Flags in teal
1. Pilot Juice Pen - 0.35 2. Pilot G5 - 0.7 3. Muji Low Center of Gravity Mechanical Pencil - 0.5 4. Pilot Frixion Highlighters - Pastel set 5. Staedler Triplus Fineliners - yellow and blue-green [ I alternate between different colours, whichever two I’m feeling at the moment!] 5. Post It Note page flags 7. Milan correction tape 8. Milan ruler
anyway here’s the kid, because i guess i had some…..feelings to feel? there’s another big juno portrait ya KNOW i gotta get to someday soon that’ll make me weep big fat tears but in the meantime…..teen juno? teen juno
Summary: reader is finishing school while trainer with The Avengers. She and Bucky are close friends and both have feelings for each other but are too afraid to say anything. When reader is injured during a mission drill, Bucky insists on taking care of her. Feelings surface more and they are forced to discuss the situation.
Warnings: injuries, blood (i think), mentions of self doubt, LOTS of FLUFF also, I didn’t edit this so I apologize if there are any mistakes.
“Can you not, Stark?” I said as Tony continued to probe me with his new invention.
“I need to test it on someone,” he replied.
“Well, I’m not in the mood to be poked and shocked.”
“It;s not shocking you. It’s sending waves through your body to see how it effects the neural system. And it looks like it’s giving negative feedback.”
“Why don’t you do this to Steve or Bucky. Someone who won’t be brain damaged if it doesn’t work.”
Just as I said that, Bucky walked into the room and said, “my brain has been tampered with enough already so I think I’ll pass.”
I felt like an idiot for saying what I said. But how could I have known Bucky was going to walk into the room?
I felt my heart stop, and skip a beat. I’ve liked Bucky for longer than I can remember. He was my best friend, which made it harder to hold those feelings back. Other than Steve, I am the only one who has seen Bucky as himself. The nightmares, the good days, the bad days. That goofy he smile he gets when we joke around. And all the intimate moments we’ve had.
Not intimate like sex, even though I dream about more often than I care to admit. But intimate like telling our dreams and fears. When I fall sleep next to him, or when he comforts me, or vice versa. Those to me are way more intimate than having sex because you have to be able to trust the person to not betray you when you let your guard down.
Bucky and I are close. We do things like a couple. He cares for me and is over protective, and so am I. But neither one of us has mentioned feelings. Despite what Steve says, I am afraid to lose what I already have with Bucky. So I keep my mouth shut.
Tony hit another button on his toy and it sent another shock through my body. “Dammit, Tony. Get these things off my face,” I said. “I’ve had a really bad day and I just want to relax.”
“Tony, take it off. She’s looking pale and like she’s ready to pass out,” Bucky said. He had that look in his eyes. The one he has when he’s on the verge of getting angry. None of us dare to mess with him when he has that look.
“Fine,” Tony said and detached me from his device and left the common room.
I sighed and stood up, walking past Bucky and to my room. I shut the door, not realizing that Bucky may have wanted to talk. But the day I had was shit and I just needed to be alone for a few minutes since Tony took up most of my time I was supposed to have for myself.
I laid down on my bed and drifted off to sleep.
About an hour later, I heard a light knock on my door. It woke me from my slumber, but I was too groggy to move. I knew it was Bucky. It was never anyone else.
The door opened and shut. I felt the bed dip, and the cool touch of Bucky’s metal hand. He took the spot next to me, then pulled me onto him so my head was resting on his chest. I took in his familiar scent and immediately felt comforted.
“How are you feeling,” he asked. “Did the nap help?”
“Well, it wasn’t finished so I wouldn’t know.” I meant it as a joke, but I was still tired and mumbled the words and it didn’t have the effect I wanted it to.
“Awe, I’m sorry,” he cooed. He brushed his lips over the top of my head. But that’s all it was. A brush. Never quite a kiss.
“It’s okay. I just had a long day and coming home to Tony’s bullshit didn’t help at all.
“What happened at school today?”
I yawned and said, “I have a history final coming up in a week and my professor gave us a mock exam today for practice and I completely blew it. I got like maybe a quarter of the answers correct and this shit is worth fifty percent of my grade. I’m screwed, Buck.”
“No, you’re not,” he said, his flesh hand massaging my back. “I’ll help you study. Did you forget that I’m a century old? I lived through half the stuff your learning. I even caused some of it…” he said the last sentence kind of hushed.
“Oh yeah. You don’t look a day over ninety-nine,” I joked.
“You’re welcome,” I said and looked up at his face. His icy blue eyes stared down at me and I watched as a smile crept onto his face. “What?” I asked.
“Nothing. There’s just a certain glow about you tonight.”
I looked away, embarrassed and my cheeks turning hot. I love it when he compliments me like that. I sat up and stared forward. I tried to supress the ecstatic smile with a small one.
“Was it something I said?”
“What? Oh, no. Not at all, Buck. You’re just one of the very few people that actually treat me like a person.”
“You are a person, (y/n). You’re my person. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
I smiled again. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds. We leaned into each other, but stopped a few inches short. “I… uhh… I’m gonna get something to eat. Do you want anything?”
“No,” I said. “I’m not hungry. I think I’ll just get ready for bed.” I was slightly disappointed that what I wanted ti happen, didn’t.
“Alright. Get some rest. Don’t forget we have that mission drill in the morning.” I nodded. Bucky got up and started making his way to the door. “Come get me if you need anything.” I nodded again and Bucky. I fell back on my bed and groaned.
“Just tell him,” I heard Steve shout from his bedroom which was next to mine. I rolled my eyes and groaned again.
I groaned and stood up. Tony just blasted me with one of the new cannons on his suit. “I’m on your team, you idiot!” I shouted.
“I’m sorry. I guess I like using you as a test dummy,” he shouted back.
“Fuck off, Stark!”
“(y/n), watch your language,” Steve said as he walked up behind me. “We need to get the flag.”
“So this is a game of capture the flag. How mature.”
“Essentially, yes. But in this case the flag is supposed to represent a new, highly dangerous weapon.”
“And we want it why?”
“So the bad guys don’t get it and take over the world,” he said and gave me a small smile.
“Got it,” I nodded. I watched as Tony blasted the Hulk into the air.
“I’ll take the left and create a diversion. You’ll take the right. You’ll need to keep an eye out for Nat, but Vision with have you covered for the most part. Bucky will be waiting for you on the other side. Then you two need to get passed Hawkeye and take the weapon. Got it?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.” I ran out. I took my gun and shot a water tank sitting near by. The thing exploded and water pooled onto the street, soaking Thor completely.
I saw Bucky, and I thought I was in the clear when Nat roundhouse kicked me to the ground.
“You need to have eyes everywhere,” she advised. “But good call on the water tank.”
It took me a few minutes, but eventually I got her tired enough. One good blow to her face sent her to the ground long enough for me to reach Bucky. I took off after that. But the Hulk picked me up and through me fifty feet to where Bucky was. I hit hard. I couldn’t move at first, then I felt a cool metal hand on my skin.
“(y/n), are you okay?”
“I can’t move, Bucky. My… my chest. And my head.”
Bucky touched my right side and I screamed. “You might have broken a couple of ribs.”
“Forget the flag. You need medical attention.”
“What’s going on,” Steve asked.
“(y/n)’s down,” Bucky responded. She can’t move.”
“Alright. She’s done. Take her to the med bay and I’ll take over from here.”
Bucky picked me up gently and carried me back.
I laid in my bed in pain. I had a concussion and three cracked ribs. I was beyond irritated. I was doing so well and for me to blow a fake mission… Maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a part of the Avengers.
I stood up, wincing as I moved. My ribs didn’t hurt as much as they did when it first happened. I was trying to find my history notebook and textbook. I figured I should study if I was going to be stuck in bed for the next couple of days. I remembered I had left them in my backpack. It was hard to bend over, so I squatted down. But before I could reach my bag, someone took hold of my arm and pulled me up. I turned to find Bucky. He had insisted on taking care of me.
“What are you doing out of bed?”
“Getting my notebook.”
“You need to get back in bed,” he said sternly.
“I need to study,” I said back.
“(y/n), don’t argue with me. Get back in bed.”
“No,” I deadpanned and turned back towards my bag. I winced as I tried to bend down again.
“Why are you always so stubborn?”
“Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re not my boss, you’re not my boyfriend. You can’t tell me what to do!” I stared at Bucky’s face. I don’t yell at him often. Especially not like that. But these injuries have made me very irritable and the fact that I’ve been around Bucky for most of the day didn’t help either.
“Guess I’ll have to change that then,” he growled. His hands came up to my face and he crashed his lips against mine. His lips were softer than I imagined. He kissed me slowly, passionately. I would have wrapped my arms around his neck, but lifting them would hurt too much. So I just clutched his shirt in my fists. He tasted so good. Sweet and warm. Like freshly made cotton candy. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. “Please, get back in bed,” he asked gently.
“Okay,” was all I said. He helped me back into bed. He sat next to me, sitting so that I could rest on his chest comfortably.
“I’m sorry, Bucky.” I said. “I’m just… I’m mad at myself. I’ve been doing so well in training and then I blow a fake mission. It makes me think that I’m not meant for this. And I’m a coward because I was never able to admit my feelings for you, and then they just kept piling up. And school… I know I’m doing good, but I can feel myself slipping and I don’t know what to do.”
Bucky kissed the top of my head. Finally. “You were picked for this team for a reason. It was just a fluke. Banner should have never tossed you like that. It wasn’t your fault. And school, I’ll help you with that. I already told you I would.” He paused. “And I was no better with confessing my feelings. I’ve loved you longer than I can remember. I was scared of losing you by saying anything, so I just didn’t.”
“I love you too, Bucky.”
“Good,” he said and kissed my head again. “Whatever it is, we can get through it together. As for studying, you have time. Right now you need to sleep and recover from your head injury.”
“Fine,” I yawned.
“Go to sleep. I’ll be right here. I’m not gonna go anywhere. Except maybe the bathroom at some point…”
I chuckled, and then sucked in a breath of pain. “Don’t make me laugh! It hurts too much.”
Bucky chuckled in return. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to keep my charm to a minimum.”
I rolled my eyes, but kept a smile on my face.
“Sweet dreams, doll.”
“Hmm,” I hummed before I fell asleep in Bucky’s arms