#and i won’t watch anything that smells misogynistic but i won’t watch a new Woke Show

[livvyofthelake]

like do i need to just take the L and watch psych. is that what i need to do. i mean i’ll do it if it comes down to it but jesus is this what we’ve come to

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Soulmates

Request: Hi there! I have a cas x reader request in which the reader is captured by Metatron and when Cas comes to save her, Metatron reveals that the reader is Cas' soulmate.

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“I dont like this.” Cas said for the millionth time. You, Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

“We’ve been over this Cas. Like twelve times.” you reminded him, “It’s really not that big of a deal.”

“I don’t want to use you as bait.”

“Well the ghost is only going for biological females, and seeing as the rest of you don’t have a-”

“I understand.” Castiel said pointedly, making it clear you didn’t have to elaborate. “I just… I just have a bad feeling.”

Sam and Dean rolled their eyes, but you couldn’t help but think it was kinda cute, the way Cas was so concerned. His forehead scrunched up and his eyebrows knitted together slightly. You and Cas weren’t together, but some days- make that most days- you wished you were. He was adorable and loveable, and he was also genuinely a good person. Sam and Dean were nice and all, and there was no denying that they were hot (like really hot), but there was just something about Cas, something that gave you a tingle in your stomach and a flutter in your heart. You could have sworn that sometimes he did little things that showed he liked you in the same way, looking at you when he thought you didn’t notice, always choosing to sit in the back of the impala with you, instead of shotgun with Dean, brushing his fingers against yours when he walked past. You had always thought you were imagining it. Cas was a powerful beautiful angel (or he was before the fall, anyways). Why would he be attracted to a puny hunter human like you?

“We’ll be there the whole time, just hidden.” Dean said, snapping you out of your thoughts, “We’ve done this with Y/N at least a dozen times.”

“Yeah. Bitter old spirits tend to be misogynistic. Probably because women didn’t like them when they were alive.” you joked, trying (unsuccessfully) to set Castiel at ease, “I’m a good hunter, Cas. It’ll be fine.”   He sighed, realizing he was fighting a lost cause.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

~

You walked through the dark halls of the abandoned house. This was it- the place Elija Greenbay had died fifty years ago, and the place he still haunted, according to the lore. The boys weren’t far off, but you had your salt-loaded pistol hidden in your coat pocket. You heard a bang around the corner, and whirled around, clutching your gun more tightly in your pocket. The last thing you saw was a white flash that was definitely not ghostlike before everything went black.

~

When you woke, the first thing you noticed was that your wrists hurt. A lot. You blinked a few times, trying to clear your vision. You glanced down and realized the reason your wrists hurt is because they were bound tightly to the arms of a chair. So were your legs, and your mouth was duct-taped. There was no way you were getting out of this without help. But how could a ghost have done this? And that light… it had looked-

“About time you woke up.” An overly cheerful, slightly manic voice rung through the darkness.

“Angelic” you finish yourself bitterly. Metatron.

“I gotta say, the sexist ghost was a nice touch on my part,” he mused, stepping into the dim light like the dramatic he was, “No way the Winchesters and Castiel would leave you alone otherwise.”

Unable to say anything, you simply glared.

“Aw, don’t look at me like that. I like you Y/N. I really do.” He said sincerely, “But the neutral faction won’t join up until I’ve got a way to control Castiel. In fact,” he glanced at his watch, “They should be here any minute.”

Despite your circumstances, your heart soared. If he was meeting other angels, you had to be somewhere on earth. And if you weren’t in heaven, the boys could find you. Cas could find you.

Metatron laughed, as if he were following your train of thought.

“Don’t get too excited, Y/N. There’s no way your angel boyfriend and boy toy one and two can find you.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Metatron whirled around, only to find Castiel standing in the doorway. And he looked pissed.

“What-? But there’s no way-” Metatron spluttered, looking back and forth between you and Cas.

“Let her go, Metatron.” Cas said, his deep voice echoing through the abandoned warehouse.

“But wait,” Metatron said, ignoring Cas and taking a closer look at you, “He couldn’t have found you unless-”

“Stop.” Castiel said, and there was almost a hint of desperation in his voice. Then Metatron started laughing, a real, deep, clutching-your-stomach-for-air laugh.

“It really is more than a crush! What a plot twist!” he giggled.

“What are you talking about?!”  you wanted to scream, but the stupid gag wouldn’t let you speak.

“It’s nothing.” Castiel said, and this time there was definitely a nervous note in his tone.

“Nothing?” Metatron said, raising an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t call soulmates nothing.”

Soulmates?

“Free her Metatron. I won’t ask again.” Cas said, refusing to meet your eye.

“What are you gonna do, blow your love-dust on me?” Metatron snickered.

“No.” A new voice from the back of the warehouse spoke, “I’m gonna do this.”

Dean slammed his hand on the Angel banishing sigil, and Cas and Metatron disappeared in a flash of light.

“CAS!” you tried to scream, but with the duct tape it just sounded like a muffled shout. Sam ran over to you, ripping off the tape and slicing your bonds.

“Cas! Wh-”

“He’s fine, Y/N.” Sam reassured you, “It was part of the plan. He said he could use the power of the sigil to direct himself to the bunker.”

“But how-”

“I don’t know, but we have to get out of here.”

You nodded, still dazed from the new information.

You?

And Cas?

Soulmates?

Yeah right.

But still, Cas had been nervous when confronted with it. Was it just an act to further the distraction? To give Metatron the juicy plot twist he wanted?

Your questions would have to wait until you were home.

~

When you finally pulled into the bunker’s garage, Cas was there waiting for you. As soon as you stepped out of the Impala he encompassed you in a hug, pulling you in close and holding you tight. You melted right into it. Cas always smelled nice, like honey and fabric softener- two things that shouldn’t go well together but somehow did.

Sam cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I’m just gonna go… study some lore.” He muttered, making a quick getaway from the garage.

“I’m gonna help.” Dean said, winking not so subtly at Cas.

The angel released you, and you leaned against the side of the Impala.

Cas sighed.

“I’m sure you have questions.”

“Yeah. Was Metatron… was he lying about us being… soulmates? Whatever that means.”

Cas bit his lip in a way that made you want to give him another hug, but you restrained yourself.

“No,” he said, “It’s true. That’s how I was able to find you. Our souls are connected. I knew where to look.”

Your stomach unintentionally did a backflip. But Cas didn’t exactly seem happy, which made you nervous.

“You knew? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Cas bit his lip again.

“It’s common for an angel to be bonded to a human, but for the human to not feel the same affections. I always thought-”

You grabbed his tie and smashed his lips onto yours. He seemed startled for a second, but then regained his composure and deepened the kiss. You could feel his lips smiling beneath yours as you pulled away.

“You,” you stated, “are an idiot.”

He grinned happily, kissing you again.

“So it seems.”

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Women’s March

Summary: Steve watches over the safety of the Women’s March... but he didn’t realize the threat was Y/N. 

I wrote this through my frustration and anger at our country’s current political situation. It was somewhat cathartic...

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader [Platonic Bucky]

Word Count: 1,472

Steve was in full Captain America gear: mask strapped on tight and shield securely on his back. He paced the length of the roof he was observing from. Every so often, he’d glanced down at the marchers below. Seeing a wave of pink brought a small, content smirk to his lips.

Someone’s feet landed behind him. Steve remained calm. He’d know those footsteps anywhere.

“It’s sort of amazing, isn’t it?” Bucky said as he walked up behind Steve. He too was watching the women below.

“Sort of?” Steve scoffed at the use of vocabulary.

“You’re right… it’s more than amazing. A racist, misogynist gets elected president of the United States and 2 million people march against it.” Bucky said in awe.  

Steve had rallied some of the team to stand guard at the marches across the country. He said these women should feel safe while they fought for their rights. Vision was the one to state the low statistics of any harm coming to the marchers, but Steve didn’t care. Bucky was the first to volunteer. Natasha, Wanda, and Y/N had already planned on joining the march incognito.

“What do you reckon Peggy would’ve said if she could see this?” Bucky asked.

Steve finally glanced up from the crowd and met Bucky’s gaze. “I think she’d be ashamed that they’re still protesting these things.”

Bucky chuckled at that, realizing now that his question was stupid.

Steve sighed, looking around at all of DC’s buildings. Their view was amazing. “I gotta be honest, Buck. Sometimes I wonder… if we woke up another 100 years later, would we still be fighting these battles?”

Bucky nodded. “I know what you mean, Steve. But you have to admit, things have still improved since our day.”

“Things are looking good in Chicago. How’re you in DC?” Sam’s voice spoke into both of their earpieces.

Steve’s finger went to his ear. “So far, so good.”

Then he turned his attention back to his friend. “Did you see Y/N leave before you did your rounds around the capital?”

Bucky looked confused. “She wasn’t with Nat or Wanda when they left.”

Steve instantly had a bad feeling. His finger when back to his ear piece, “Romanoff, is Y/N with you?”

Static came back to him before she responded, “She said she wasn’t feeling well when we tried to get her to come with us.”

Steve was with her this morning. She looked completely fine and never mentioned anything about feeling sick to Steve. But she had also been uncommonly quiet. Steve knew something was off, but Y/N had been angry and dejected ever since Trump was elected.

Then Steve realized what was happening. “Shit!” He snapped before sprinting toward the door that would lead him to the ground level.

Bucky was running after him. “What the hell is going on?” He yelled behind.

“Y/N…” was all Steve managed to sputter out before he was fighting his way through the crowds of people.

“What about-” Bucky stopped mid-sentence, having put it together. “Jesus Christ.” He muttered to himself. Then he put his finger to his earpiece. “All DC divisions, I need all eyes on the lookout for Y/N.”

“Well that might be a little difficult, seeing as she’s a damn shape shifter.” Nat was the first to respond.

“Just do it!” Steve yelled back. He was working his way in the direction of The White House. Him and Bucky stuck out like a sore thumb. Even if they were out of uniform, their height and bulk contrasted against all the women.

“I…I can sense her.” Wanda chimed in.

“Wanda, I’m going to need you to try a little harder than that.” Bucky clarified as he tried not to pummel everyone keeping up with Steve.

“She’s…she’s at 10th and New York Ave.” Wanda cheered in excitement. Then her voice changed. “Oh, god. Steve, you have to hurry!” She had seen enough of Y/N’s energy and mind to realize what was going on.

“I’m trying…” Steve muttered back.

The crowd was thinner the further away from the stage they got. Steve was in a full on sprint as soon as the space allowed it.

“Wanda, can you tell what form she’s taken?” Steve huffed in between breaths.

Bucky could see The White House in the distance. They were getting close.

Wanda started rattling off description of the form Y/N had taken as best she could. Bucky and Steve’s eyes raced around the streets. They were further away from the march, especially now that the rally had started a while ago.

“I think I see her!” Steve yelled out to Bucky. He didn’t run this time. In a calm, forceful walk, he made his way to the person as their back was turned to them.

Steve grabbed them by the jacket and planned on dragging them behind a building that was in shadow. To his surprise, they flipped around in his grip landed a punch to his face immediately followed by an elbow jab.

“Yep…that would be Y/N.” Bucky said in a sardonic tone.

As soon as she was shocked by Steve’s appearance, her body morphed back to its true form. “Steve!? What the fuck are you doing here?” She yelled.

Steve touched his lip to find it bleeding from both of her hits. “Where exactly were you headed, Y/N?” His held absolutely no humor and his gaze darkened.

“I was scoping out the area.” She replied confidently. Y/N was an amazing liar. She came from the same Black Widow program as Natasha, only she had been cunning enough to escape. While Natasha needed to be saved, Y/N was dangerous enough to fight her way out.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.” Steve’s tone sounded hurt.

Y/N’s eyes blackened. She knew he figured it out. “It needs to be done.” She started walking away but Bucky blocked her path. “Move Barnes. You know you can’t stop me.”

“We can’t let you do this, Y/N.” Bucky felt torn. He didn’t want to fight her.

“Y/N,” Steve called behind her. “I know you think you’re doing the right thing. But you can’t. You’ll be betraying yourself more than anything. You won’t be able to live with it.”

Y/N whipped around to face him now. “Look what he’s done already! Doesn’t this look familiar to either of you?” Her voice was desperate, yet utterly frustrated. “He’s going to hurt people…you don’t understand what he’s capable of!”

“This isn’t you, Y/N.” Steve whispered.

“I was a killer before, I can do it again.”

“You’ve changed. You’re better than that now.” Bucky added.

“Y/N… I-I can’t protect you if you kill him.” Steve sounded destroyed.

“Back then... you’re saying you wouldn’t have tried to kill Hitler? If you knew you could do it, if a chance was given to you… you wouldn’t have taken it?” Y/N hissed at Steve.  

His head bowed, knowing she was right. “Times were different then. We were at war.”

“Don’t you see it, Steve?” Y/N whispered. “History is repeating itself.”

“You’ll go from being an Avenger to being an assassin, Y/N. We can’t let you do that.” Bucky tried to reason with her, seeing Steve fading.

Y/N slowly turned to face Bucky. “If I have to give that up to save people, I’ll do it.”

“What about me? Will you give me up?” Steve murmured brokenly.  

It made Y/N’s heart stop for a moment. Then tears started to sting her eyes. “I-I don’t know what else to do, Steve. I’m scared. I’ve never been scared in my whole goddamn life…and now I’m terrified. I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

Next thing she knew, Steve had his arms around her. She started crying into his chest. His warmth, his smell, just his mere touch broke her down.

“I feel helpless. I don’t know how to fight this type of battle.” She sighed as she rubbed her back soothingly.

Bucky looked at the two with empathy. Steve and Y/N would do anything to help those in need. The scary part about Y/N though was that she didn’t know where to draw the line. At some point, the KGB had broken her moral compass. That’s why they needed one another, Bucky thought to himself. Y/N needed Steve to stop her from destroying herself in her efforts to protect. And Steve needed Y/N to force him to take risks in his personal life, not just in saving the world.

Steve now barely pulled away, but kept Y/N close with his hands tightly gripping her shoulders. “I know things are going to be hard. But we won’t let history repeat itself. I will fight with you through all of this. But we’re going to do it the right way.” He kissed her forehead. “I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“It’s not just our country that needs us, Steve. It’s the world.”