#so my plan is on standby but im seriously one more fucking thing away from walking out wirh maximum destruction
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Hi Hello it me the anon from like 2 weeks ago that wouldn't stop asking questions and now im back :) so pls i Beg more Society Au Rants Also thanks for answering The Beta willow and Gus Fluff Thing means alot🥺
EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY hell yeah lets go
Camila has absolutely No Idea what Luz gets up to but she usually doesn’t notice bc shes at work all the time and when shes back, Luz is either also at home or Luz is asleep (or left a decoy so her mom Thinks shes alseep). Camila at first worried that Luz never left the house all day but then she noticed her talking to Willow and Gus and was happy to know her daughter had friends. she later learns her daughter often leaves the house with said friends and Camila is pretty chill, thinking they’re just wandering around the town.
she was less than thrilled when she came home one night ahead of Luz and had to wait an extra twenty minutes before her daughter slipped in through a window. ten more minutes and Camila was about to call the police/guards.
when Amity became good friends with the gang and was basically on Spying On The Scientists level, Luz had no issue taking off her mask. Amity wouldn’t rat her out and she was her friend, after all. Luz did it casually the first time when she was hanging w everyone and just talking and wanted it off. she looked over to Amity and that girl had her head turned in the complete opposite direction. Luz insisted it was fine but Amity sure as hell didn’t feel like she deserved that trust yet and...well, she wanted Luz to know something she didn’t. Amity already knew many of their bases, contacts, ideals, plans & backup plans. while knowing what Luz’s whole face looked like at this point wouldn’t do That much, she still wanted to give Luz something she could keep secret, should anything go wrong. am I simping for kisses on the nose of Luz’s mask? maybe
Barcus is basically the same as canon. he’s one of the mutated animals but is really chill. Viney and Jerbo are also aware of whats going down (and its a little terrifying for them since they’ll be adults & brainwashed in like 2 years) and hang around the edges of town and have their own secret passageways to get around. Luz stumbled across them on accident and since then the two groups occasionally team-up. typically its Luz, Willow & Gus causing trouble and the Double-Track kids being the cleanup crew, or act as someone for the group to retreat to when they’re done or it goes awry. Barcus also gets plenty of gossip from around town by acting as a normal dog and evesdropping.
the twins don’t take anything really seriously and at first never saw a reason to. they know every nook and cranny of nearly every lab and could sneak in and out whenever they wanted. this also meant they got into a lot of trouble with guards and scientists who they worked with and are often ‘forgotten’ when missions fail and everyone needs to leave quickly. or sometimes they’ll just send the twins out on missions far away and hope they take a while coming back. they keep getting more and more reckless in leaving the twins and Lilith keeps warning them that if anything happens to the twins out there and their parents find out it would be a VERY close call if the parents don’t put the breaks on the funding. not many people listen to her, THATS how annoying the twins can be.
this is also, coincidentally, how Emira met Viney. she was left behind in a massive rush to evacuate an area and was hurt and nearly got trampled. Ed had assumed she’d already left so he didn’t come back until a little while later to find her. Viney was inspecting the damage and found someone her age trying to drag herself through the mud. so she nabbed a half-conscious Emira, patched her up, and Oh God She Works With The Scientists FUCK
Jerbo & Ed’s meeting was more along the lines of “someone please give me a break this chatty lunatic and I got stuck in a hole and now I’m subjected to dealing w him”
there have been occasions where when the kids come home, their parents are in the middle of being mind-controlled and leaving. at first they had to bite their tongues and let it happen, in case anyone was looking through their eyes and spotted them interfering, but then Luz said “fuck that im not letting my mom be part of this” and ever since every time she sees her mom being mind-controlled she has a bag on standby to put over her head and lock her in a room until it passes. Willow & Gus have learned how to do the same.
#asks#society au#the owl house#luz noceda#amity blight#willow park#gus porter#edric blight#emira blight#toh#viney#jerbo#barcus#camila noceda#luz#amity#willow#gus#edric#emira#camila#masks#info dump#vinira#jerbic
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im so sorry it took so long to get this chapter up - life had different plans for me and i had to deal with that. everything is back under control now, which is good, but at the same time i have a lot of uni work to deal with and since this is my last semester i gotta make sure i do decently good.
the positive that came from all of this is that i have a pretty strict schedule for the next few months which means i have regular times i can write and as such im gonna do my best to upload regularly, every friday. i dont know if there’ll be another chapter this friday but i’ll try my best!
also this sounds really weird but honestly i channeled my inner DJ Khaled while writing this.
Characters: bucky x reader
Summary: Y/N tells Bucky that she isn’t the jealous type and so it turns into a sort of competition to see if he can make her jealous. based on this prompt by @buckyprompts
Warnings: mentions of Stockholm syndrome.
Word count: 2,250 words
Also read here: AO3
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Part I, Part II,
Weeks passed without another incident, so much so that you’d honestly completely forgotten all about Bucky’s little challenge. The entire team was scattered about on the Quinjet, each tending to their injuries, with some even tending to the wounds of the hostages you’d just rescued.
This mission had been a little different to the things you usually dealt with. You had been trailing and apprehending a businessman who was also involved in illegal international arms dealing - and by ‘involved’ you meant that he was singlehandedly responsible for about 80% of all guns and weapons bought on the black market in the entire world. The mission would have normally been something you’d leave to the international community, perhaps the team would offer their assistance to NATO or whoever, and be done with it. But this mission had been particularly personal to Tony, understandably so, and as such the whole team had gotten involved. Even Thor was on standby in Asgard, ready to travel through the realms at a moment’s notice.
Thankfully everything had gone off without a hitch and you were all on your way back to the tower, to return to your relative normalcy. First, though, you had to drop of the hostages at the FBI headquarters. Unannounced. Which would probably cause a shit-tonne of paperwork. Which would probably shave at least two entire movies off the Fassbender marathon you’d been mentally preparing for the duration of the flight.
You were in the middle of making mental calculations, trying to figure out when it would be best to take your designated bathroom breaks when you locked eyes with Bucky across the Quinjet. He was sat with three of the seven hostages, and judging by his body language he was doing his best to ignore them. He was angled away from them, his head turned even more in the opposite direction even though that left him starting at the wall. His shoulders were tense and his hands were balled into fists. You also noticed that he was still wearing all of his weaponry, strung across his frame on strategically placed hooks. You couldn’t help but snort at that. Trust Bucky to be the one to run into open gunfire to rescue complete strangers but then leave an AK-47 strapped across his back so he didn’t have to speak to him.
He heard your snort and broke his scary façade for a second to wink at you, knowing you’d understand why he was doing his best to appear menacing to a few harmless civilians. Though you did belatedly realise that they were all women, which may have also been another factor in Bucky’s unease. Bucky was completely incorrigible, a flirty man who was not ashamed of his sexuality and very in tune with it. He loved to tease, make innuendos and he also had a wicked sense of humour. It did take a while to get to that level of comfort with him, though. You remembered when you first met him, how standoffish and distant he’d been and how that contrasted to the playful and charming man that emerged the longer you knew him.
Regardless, you grinned at him, silently basking in his discomfort. You knew that he wasn’t genuinely uncomfortable. He could hold a friendly, and professional, conversation with these women if he chose to. He could play the part of a hero but he also got incredibly flustered and somewhat frustrated when people he didn’t know would flirt with him. Which was bound to happen judging by the looks on the women’s faces. Not that you could blame them! Bucky was always handsome but there was just something entirely different about his aura when he was in his tactical gear. It was dark and sexy, a thrilling danger surrounding him.
Suddenly Bucky’s eyes lit up, and a cheeky smirk was prominent on his features. He rolled his shoulders back before he shuffled in his seat, turning his body towards the pretty woman to his left. He opened his legs, essentially manspreading on the small bench, and crowding the woman’s space with his very presence. Not that she was complaining. Her eyes lit up and she rearranged herself too, almost straddling the bench in a bid to minimise the remaining space between herself and Bucky.
He started talking, and judging by her reactions he was laying it on thick. She blushed and laughed and giggled. He brushed the hair out of her face and she gently rested her hand on his forearms. You watched with mild interest from your seat, nudging the almost asleep Sam next you. He startled awake, immediately looking for a threat in, still running on his adrenaline. You shook your head before pointedly looking forward until the sleepy Sam followed your gaze to Bucky and his new friend.
“That man does not know what he’s getting himself into, does he?” Sam asked, humour very apparent in his voice. You knew Sam’s relationship with Bucky and you also knew he would immensely enjoy this. Which was precisely the reason you’d decided to wake him up from his well-deserved nap.
“Nope.” You replied, popping the ‘p’.
“How bad do you think she’s going to be?” Sam wondered aloud, his lips quirking up slightly the longer he thought about it.
“She seems really nice but, honestly, I think he’d fucked.” You said in a matter-of-factly.
“And why are you enjoying this so much?” Sam asked you a moment later, seemingly only now realising that you were watching your boyfriend flirting with another woman with rapt attention.
“Because I am not pulling her off of him later on.” You answered as you turned towards him, mischief clear in your voice.
“See. I knew there was a reason you were my favourite for a reason.” Sam grinned at you, slinging his arm across your shoulder and pulling you into him.
“Thanks, birdman.” You laughed back at him, affectionately slapping him in the chest.
“Y/N. Sam.” Steve’s voice broke the silence you had found yourself in. Both you and Sam were just content watching Bucky dig his own grave until Steve showed up.
“Steve.” Sam nodded at him, not taking his eyes off the train wreck that was happening across the jet.
“Dorito.” You said in the same voice as Sam, though you couldn’t help but look at Steve. You loved his reaction whenever you called him that. His eyebrows would always rise in surprise and then his face would turn red. He still got flustered when people made comments about his physique, especially ones that were complimentary even if they were teasing, and you found it absolutely adorable.
“I thought you agreed to stop that?” Steve almost whined. So adorable.
“No.” you shook your head, a grin on your lips.
“Alright.” Steve simply shook his head at you, mocking disappointment though you could see the small smile gracing his lips.
“What bring you over here to the fun side of the jet, Stevie? Shouldn’t you be off somewhere on the phone explaining to the FBI why we’re flying into their facility unannounced?” You asked after a second, partly curious but also partly hoping to move this whole conversation along so that you could continue watching Bucky set himself up for trouble.
“Nah. I figured I’d call a few of them ‘son’ and then sort of wing it.” Steve said as he shrugged.
“He’s really good at that! You should’ve heard the speech he gave at SHIELD with the whole helicarrier thing. I still can’t believe he came up with that off the top of his head…” Sam exclaimed excitedly. He looked up at Steve with something akin to awe in his eyes, to which he replied with a tiny little smirk.
“Actually, I came over here to ask you what’s going on with Buck?” Steve explained though by the end it sounded more like a question.
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“He’s over there flirting up a storm with one of the hostages and you’re sat here with Sam…” Steve said slowly, vaguely waving his hand at you.
“Hey! That’s a perfectly logical choice! She’s finally had enough of you senior citizens and also if you go black you never go back. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” Sam said indignantly. He turned to you at the end, mouth cocked in a smirk and eyebrow raised in what he assumed was a suave expression. He just looked silly to be completely honest.
“Sam. Samuel. My friend. My colleague. My teammate. I’m asking you for the sake of humanity to never, ever, ever, say anything like that ever again. And I mean ever.” You said seriously, as you took one of his hands between yours in what was meant to be a comforting gesture but really only caused Steve to barely contain a chuckle at the scene before him.
“Damn… Ain’t you ever heard of letting a brother down gently?…” Sam grumbled as he walked away, probably to go find Natasha somewhere and annoy her for a change. You patted the empty seat and Steve lowered himself into it.
“Anyway, I’m not bothered. I know Bucky wouldn’t genuinely do anything like to me so it’s alright.” You told him simply. It was true. You never thought for a second that Bucky would ever cheat on you. And also he was smarter than that. If he were ever to do something like this he would definitely not be doing it in a crowded space with his friends, and especially not a few metres away from you.
“I realise that but she might not?” Steve questioned. It seemed he was still in ‘Captain America mode’ and was only thinking of the civilian’s wellbeing.
“I’m betting on it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you ever heard of Stockholm syndrome, Stevie?”
“No?”
“Right, well. It’s this thing where you fall in love, or what you think is love, with someone who’s kidnapped you. Which is beside the point here but what I mean is that she’s just come out of an emotionally stressful situation, and your best pal Buckaroo is offering her safety and affection.” You explain
“So?” Steve questions you, apparently not following along.
“Stevie, she’s gonna latch onto him like a magnet.” You deadpan.
“Oh.” Steve replied articulately.
“Yeah. And I am 100% not dealing with that.” You carry on, vaguely gesturing in Bucky’s direction.
“I see.” Steve says, a wicked grin plastered on his face. He leans forward a little, finally as interested as you were in the situation that was unfolding in front of you. You settled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder, content to watch Bucky ruin the rest of his day.
Barely ten minutes passed and Tony was pulling the jet into descend. You still found it difficult to comprehend the speed of the Quinjet. Sometimes you really loved his obsession with technology. Honestly, after being part of the Avengers taking commercial airplanes would never be an option again.
The second the jet touched down and the emergency lights turned off everyone jumped into action. Steve got up and fetched his cowl and shield, Sam checked on Redwing as he strapped himself back in and everyone else made sure they had all their equipment firmly attached to their person. You were currently buckling your tactical suit back up, watching with amusement as Bucky tried to extract himself from the hold the girl had on his arm. He finally managed to shake her off, none too gently, and tried to walk away to safety. Which is when she very promptly burst into tears.
It wasn’t big, ugly crying. She didn’t scream or wail. A few tears streaked down her face, and honest to God you felt bad for her. You momentarily thought about going over there and comforting her yourself when you saw Bucky exhale heavily and close the little distance he had managed to create between himself and her. He gingerly placed his hand on her back, gently running it up and down; trying to console her but the look on his face almost killed you. You genuinely had to place a hand over your mouth to stop your pealing laughter from escaping.
Bucky’s face was scrounged up, expressing his discomfort. His body language screamed that he really didn’t know what to do; he stood a little further from her than was social convention and he held his left hand in mid-air, not really sure what to do with it. At this point Steve had made it back to your side, quickly finding the source of your delight and looking on with an amused smile.
Finally the door opened and the tarmac made itself visible. FBI agents stood by the jet, waiting for the team to descend. You turned to follow Steve out, but turned around at the last minute and walked over to Bucky, a spring in your step. He looked so confused, and just entirely overwhelmed that you almost felt sorry for him but then again he’d brought this on himself.
You took his still suspended metal hand in yours; shaking it firmly while looking him straight into the eyes before you muttered the words you’d been planning to say for the last 45 minutes.
“Congratulations, you played yourself.” You said with a pleasant smile on your face, Bucky looking confused at your words. You strutted off the jet to join Steve, intent on hearing his freestyle speech.
Somewhere in the distance you heard Sam cackle.
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