#Like cmon were you watching venom with straight face???

[shynverlight]

Drew this two casual (and not rlly) symbrock pages bcs I'm hyped for new movie

[baurbiediv]

grass ain’t greener

cw: toxic!jack, cursing, yelling, manhandling, angst (it’s about damn time.)

a/n: i think i might as well just continuously upload damn near everyday since school is about to end and i’m also not portraying him to be toxic yall!

everything was good until it wasn’t. you ended up in a position you didn’t need to be in, scratch that, you were in a position you didn’t want to be in. jack knew you were a nonchalant person, and that’s exactly how he took advantage of the problems that he caused. he knew you hated getting into arguments but he loved it.

there were times where you had to take a step back and take in your surroundings and ask yourself if it was really happening. you didn’t believe it for a second. at first you thought you were the problem, turns out it was him. he was the reason you found yourself up at night crying, thinking that you’d done something wrong. this was what he thrived off of, manipulating you mentally and emotionally.

“y/n what are you crying for?” jack spoke as he stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom. you couldn’t look up at him, you didn’t have the heart to. this wasn’t the boy that you had met when you were younger. “huh? speak up y/n, i can’t hear your baby.” you whimpered at the name knowing it had a different effect on you. you felt helpless, you couldn’t bare the pain anymore.

you looked up at him and croaked, “jack, i-i’m sick of you making me look like i’m a fucking idiot!” you didn’t expect the last part to come out as harshly as it did. you watched as his lips turned into the cockiest and most vile smirk you’d ever seen in your life. he slowly inched towards you. “is that my fault? you continue to let yourself look like a fool.” he was right. you continued to stay with him, for what reason? you still loved him of course but this wasn’t the kind of love that anyone should ever experience.

“y/n,” he said while reaching out to hold your face in his hands, “you can’t leave me baby. you won’t. you’re too weak to ever leave me. if anything you enjoy being treated like this, don’t you?” you stared up at him in complete disbelief and horror. you were even ashamed to be in the same vicinity of jack right now. the words coming out of his mouth was straight up venom. every single word that left his mouth felt like straight daggers that just kept hitting you in the heart.

you felt more tears streaming down your face as you accepted what was happening. you finally became aware of his intentions. he never loved you. he messed with you because he knew you’d come crawling back every single time. he smiled at you, not caring about anything else in the world. “i could fuck any girl that i wanted and you wouldn’t do shit about it. i’ve got you wrapped around my finger ma, you ain’t going anywhere.” he spat. it felt like a slap in the face that he even bothered to keep you somewhere you didn’t belong.

you pushed him away from you as his hands left your face. you attempted to head for the doorway before jack grabs your arm and pulls you back to face him again. “p-please just let me g-go.” you sob. for a moment you see a look of pain and sadness in his eyes, but it all disappeared again when he spoke again, “or what? huh?” you were giving up and he could see it but that only pushed him forward to keep going.

you attempted to look away from him as you couldn’t keep doing this any longer. “cmon ma, you don’t want to look at me now?” he asked looking at you. he pulled your face closer. he could now see your tears staining your cheeks and your slightly bloodshot eyes in the dimly lit bedroom. he smiled as he wiped away the drying tears from your face. “you look so pretty like this. crying cause of me.” he kisses the top of your head. you feel yourself wrapping your arms around his neck and he snakes his hands around your waist.

“you’ve never leaving me, you got that? you’re all mine.” he spoke as he kissed the top of your head again.

“i’m never leaving.” you say softly as you feel tears escaping your eyes again.

—

[loverdrew]

Promise, You Won’t Fall In Love With Me

He never knew love. He never understood relationships. He never imagined his life after high school or outside of his fame. She was the opposite. She deeply loved her family, she had ambition, intelligence and drive. They were the complete opposite, but together, they wouldn’t know what to do without each other.

Inspired by the movie A Walk To Remember.

Senior year. The year all the students turn 18, throw the wildest parties, the lifelong dreams of getting acceptance letters from their dream college. However, the Ethan Dolan didn’t have to worry about that one bit. He already had a future. He would continue making video comedy content online for his millions of girl fans that adored his soft eyes and bright smile. After this year he would move to California to pursue even bigger dreams, leaving his heart in New Jersey. 

The hallways and outside the school yard filled with laughter, hugs, girls wearing close to nothing, and the guys drooling over them. Ethan walked in holding his football, jersey on full display, taking in the last first day of any schooling he’d ever get. 

“My boys!” One of his friends, Jason, exclaimed. He hugged both Grayson and Ethan and put both arms around them walking into school. “This going to be the best year yet?”

“Oh you know it! The parties, the easy classes, the girls!” Grayson rubbed his hands together and laughed.

Ethan’s laughed along with his friends walking into the building, when the most unexpected girl caught his eye at her locker. It was Y/N. He had known her since kindergarten, she always wore the same type of outfit: a pastel skirt to her knees and a blouse with the same beige knitted sweater. Her hair always out of her face either in a ponytail or behind her ears, and she wore a brown shoulder bag to carry her books. They never particularly talked or even hung out together, but he somehow knew everything superficial about her. She never paid him any attention, except in class when he tried to be disruptive on purpose. He weirdly wished she would pay attention then. But he’s hooked up with prettier girls than her, so she wasn’t one to be upset over, right?

“Ethan Dolan, to the principals office. Ethan Grant Dolan, please come to the principals office.” They all heard, even Y/N. Their eyes met for a split second, before she closed her locker and headed to home period. 

“Damn dude, trouble on the first day?” Jason joked.

“Shut up man. You know I’m the model student.” He smirked, shaking hands with his friends before headed to the office, which happened to be right across from Y/N’s home period, not like he noticed. He swiftly walked into the office and sat in the chair in front of principle Henderson, who closed the door with a stern look on his face.

“Ethan, what did I tell you about getting into trouble again.” He crossed his arms.

“Principle Henderson, I don’t know what you mean but I have been an angel since last semester, haven’t I?” He flashed that boyish smile of his that got him out of every situation, just not this one. 

The principle proceeds to pull out 5 beer bottles and 2 bitter nubs of used joints. Ethan stiffened, his mouth running dry.

“I have no idea what those are.” He said quietly.

“Cut the act Dolan. Along with drinking and smoking on school property, you’re on the verge of not graduating. You have a combined GPA of 2.3. You need at least a 2.9 to graduate. Now I could expel you and kick you off the football team now...” Ethan begins to worry sit up straight, trying not to believe this could be true. “But I won’t.” Ethan looked up at him with a big sigh, eyes falling shut.

“Thank you, thank you so much Mr.Henderson I promise I’ll be even better-”

“You didn’t let me finish. Instead of doing all that, you’re going to be doing something for me. You will get a tutor which I will assign to you, and you’ll be spending time after school participating in our schools fall play.”

“Oh cmon Mr. Henderson you can’t be serious. I can’t act, at all.”

“You acted like you didn’t know where that bottle came from. And now you’ll act as the prince in our schools production of Beauty and the Beast.” Ethan struggled with the principles decisions, but if he didn’t do it he would’ve been destroyed having to give up his friends and football. 

“When do rehearsals start.” He said plainly.

______

At lunch, instead of being in the lunchroom with his group of friends laughing and being dorks together, he was stuck in the library for the next 45 minutes, waiting for whoever his new tutor is. He tapped his pencil impatiently. All he had to do was pass English and Government/Economics with at least a 75% and he’d be golden, but even he didn’t know how he could manage that. He looked around, and heard the library door open in front of him, revealing the golden eyed girl walking in with such ease. Her eyes found his and slightly pulled at her bag strings nervously. He sighed in disbelief, of course the girl with straight A’s, captain of the science club and the church singer was his tutor. 

“Hi Ethan. I’m Y/N, your tutor for this semester.” She said in a soft voice just above a whisper. “Today we’re just going over basics explained in the syllabus but it won’t take long, maybe 25 minutes so you’ll be able to run off with your friends.” She took a seat in front of him, opening up the Government textbook and her notebook with the classes syllabus laid out.

“I don’t need you to do me any favors okay, I just need to pass. I would think you’d want me here considering Ms. I’m-so-holy doesn’t have many friends.” He spat at her. Partially because he felt embarrassed, partially because he didn’t want to give her any impression that he in any way cared about her. It didn’t even phase her, being that her whole life was filled with constant ridicule and bullying. She stayed calm amidst his venomous words.

“The teachers are my friends, my church choir are my friends, my father is my friend. Please don’t pretend like you know me, Ethan. You haven’t even spoken to me ever.”

“But I’ve been going to school with you and living in the same neighborhood as you since we were 5. Your father is a prodigious doctor that always goes to church to watch you sing. You’ve lived in the same white house with the pink flowers surrounding the white painted porch. You always wear pastel colors because you like to be girly but don’t want attention. You started putting your hand back in middle school because it always got in your face when you were studying. I know you Y/N. Don’t act like you don’t know me either.”

“I know you Ethan. Which means I know you’re capable of doing greater things than being the stereotypical jock. You’re successful and talented and smart, learn to use it. Now let’s get started.” She said without even looking at him, and staring daggers into her book. 

_____

After school, Ethan trudged his way to the schools theatre, where everyone would be meeting up for the parts and the production of the play. No surprise that Y/N was there, script in hand near the piano, while someone playing ‘Beauty and the Beast’, and she hummed along. The stage lights somehow made her skin shine brighter, and her hair glisten. He scoffed, and sat in the 3rd row, seeing all of the theatre nerds gather with smiling faces ready to start production.

“Alright everyone settle down. We are going to cast roles right now so listen up!” Ms. Davida clapped her hands and stood in front of the stage. 

“For the role of Lumiere and Cogsworth, Louis and Jeremy! Mrs. Potts goes to Claira, Gaston goes to Derrick, Belle goes to of course, Y/N, and The Beast is played by the newest member to theatre Mr. Ethan Dolan.” Ethan knew he would get the lead, but Y/N did not. Her eyes spread wide, whites fully visible as her grip on her script tightened just slightly, the realization that she’d have to play his princess. She could barely handle his demeanor during tutoring, but in something that she loves to do she would only hope he wouldn’t ruin it for her. 

“Opening night is in exactly 3 months just before Christmas break, so that means you’ll all need to work hard and together to make this production amazing but I believe in you all. So let’s get right to it! Ethan, Y/N on the stage please we will be starting with the scene when Belle and the Beast argue, right after he saves her from the wolves. Feel the anger, feel the frustration.” She had that typical musical theatre teacher ‘passion voice’, really trying to emphasize the feelings within the scene. Ethan couldn’t take her seriously, laughing as he jumped onto stage and grabbing ahold of a script. 

“Y/N, you start and pretend that you’re cleaning up his wound.”

Y/N slightly rolled her eyes and put her hand out signaling Ethan to give her his arm. He sighed and slammed his arm into her palm, she then yanked it closer to her not caring if it hurt him, and pretended with her other hand to be patting it.

“If you’d hold still it wouldn’t hurt it as much!” She yelled her first line. Ethan could tell some of that frustration was real. So he decided to do the same.

“Well if you wouldn’t have run away, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“If you wouldn’t have frightened me I wouldn’t have run away!”

“Well you shouldn’t have been in the West Wing!”

“Well you should learn to control your temper.” She said plainly, as if it was an actual piece of advice.

“Now hold still. This might sting a little.” In the script it says for Ethan to wince in pain, so he did, just not well at all. It was forced, and painfully bad to watch his face squint uncomfortably. Y/N sighed, turning to the teacher.

“Ms. Davida he needs to take this seriously, some of us really want this play to go well.”

“I don’t even want to be here, I was forced to join the play, I could’ve gone my entire life without acting in a play.”

“Then leave.” She stepped forward in his face, quickly walking away towards backstage to get some air. He made her so angry. His cocky attitude, his rude tone of voice, the way he could get under her skin over and over again yet she still wanted to see good in him because she truly believed he had some left. Ethan looked off with a surprised face to see all the cast looking at him, and the principle standing at the edge of the theatre, arms crossed. He got nervous, making his way backstage to catch Y/N drinking some water.

“Y/N, hey Y/N, please listen to me.” He grabbed her hand but she angrily pulled it back.

“What.”

“Help me okay. I’m sorry, I really need to do great in this play or else I get expelled. I’m sorry for being so mean and always in your face. I just-this is all new to me.”

“Being nice to someone trying to genuinely help you is ‘new to you’?” she used air quotes, rolling her eyes taking another sip of water. 

“No, trying new things. Trying to be good. I’ve always acted tough on purpose because I thought that’s how it should be. People give you more respect.”

“Your act only works on an audience.” Y/N saw through it since first day of kindergarten when he stole her crayons and snored next to her ear during nap time to annoy her. But she paid no mind, there were more important things to worry about than a little boy. 

“Ethan, if you promise me you try, like really try, in all aspects, I won’t be opposed to helping you.” She said calmly, with her normal soft voice.

“I won’t say I’ll be perfect, but I’ll do the best I can.”

“That’s all I ask.” She started walking back onto the stage where they were already rehearsing another scene, but she quickly turned back around to say one last minor detail.

“Oh yea and Ethan, one more thing. You have to promise not to fall in love with me.” 

A chuckle came from his mouth as he looked her up and down. 

“Without a doubt, that is a promise I can keep.”

[korebringerofded]

Missing Part 1

Pairing- Bucky X Reader 

Summary- Bucky is taken by Hydra to once again be used as their own weapon, this time you aren’t sure if he will ever be able to become the lovable man he once was. 

Warnings- NON-CON. Self destruction, alcohol.

A/N- I plan on making this a series, if you have any requests send them my way I’m a pretty new page. 

You often awoke in pools of your own sweat, your vocal cords shredded as the screams (that you could hardly recognize as your own) shook the foundations of your small safe house. SHIELD had put you under protective custody after Bucky had been taken. They were concerned he would be after you. But he wasn’t him anymore, his ocean blue eyes you once loved so dearly were consumed with so much blood that drowned all of the gentle parts of him. Whatever HYDRA had been doing to him had killed the man you loved. He was nothing but an empty husk, a dog, a weapon. 

You tugged your hair out in clumps as you sobbed into the silk sheets you envelop yourself in. You tried to pretend the soft material were his large arms, protecting you from the cold. Images of him haunted you, his invisible hands roll over your hips, massaging your skin as you tremble. 

You don’t know what time it is or how long you’ve been sobbing but your head aches from exhaustion, you just want to rest.

“Baby..”  His silent calls make you scream even louder, you tried so hard to expel him from your memories, tried to ignore every call and every image of his hot lips on your skin. It was killing you to remember him, tearing your mind apart in sections and yet no matter how hard you tried, and you tried like hell, his voice pulled you back in.

“You couldn’t keep me from them, baby.” 

Stop.

“You didn’t even fight for me.” 

Please. 

“You deserve this.”

Your blood curdling screams echo through the empty walls, nowhere to go but back to you. You violently hit your arms against your skull, sobbing as more pain shoots through your head. It's the only thing you can allow yourself to feel, the only thing you can even process anymore. Pain, because without that pain you aren’t sure if there is anything left. Your head spins as your sobs grow soft, you have no energy to fight against yourself anymore. You can taste blood as the world goes silent.

 The more your sanity falls the more burning liquids you shove down your throat, you don’t care what it is. Anything to help you feel something real, anything to numb the memories of his skin against yours.

“Don’t you hate this stuff, doll?” His smirk is planted firmly across his face as he leans against the counter, watching you down a shot of whisky. You ignore him, you try not to look at him because he looks so goddamn real and you know if you do you wouldn’t be able to help it, you could reach out and touch him,  he would disappear just as quickly as you reached for him. That's what this all felt like, an endless chase of reaching for the man that was so out of your reach.

“Why did you have to leave me?” You mumble, clenching your small trembling hands into tight fists. “WHY'D YOU LEAVE ME?!” You throw the half empty bottle across the room and it shatters against the dirty tile wall. You glance at the palms of your hands as blood trickles down your fingers.

“(Y/N)?” Steve blinks, standing in the doorway his eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and worry. His eyes scan you and he swiftly drops the groceries he was carrying and rushes to you. “What’s going on are you-” 

For a moment you are frozen, staring at him makes your heart break a little more, the deep purple plunges under his bright blue eyes. He missed Bucky so much, and he would fight to get him back, fight until he couldn’t fight anymore. That made you angry, his hope, his righteous attitude he had shown you so many times. He had no idea what they would be bringing back even if they did find him. 

  “Leave.” You cut him off before he can finish, 

“No-What? (Y/n) look at yourself, you're all bruised up and- your hands.” He swallows hard. “You’re destroying yourself. Don’t you care?” He holds your shoulders firmly so you’re standing in front of him.

“No. I don’t. I already told everyone to leave me alone. I want to be alone.” You spat, shoving him away with little success, his broad hard muscles immoble to your weak efforts.

“Do you think he’d want you to do this to yourself?” Steve growled, his eyes darker now. “What would he say if he saw you were killing-” Before he can finish the palm of your hand collides with his cheek. 

“Don’t you dare.” You spat at him, the words coming out like venom. “Don’t talk about him. Can’t you see? I just want to forget.” Your words turned into a mumble the more you spoke, tears clouding your vision as you fall to your knees. 

“You can’t forget me, doll.”  Once again his voice echoes in your skull. Steve’s eyes searched you desperately, he knew you weren’t thinking straight. You had begged the others to leave you be, you said you needed time to think, that was months ago. Steve had known something was going on and seeing you like this just proved his supstions correct.

“(Y/N) please tell me what’s wrong. I know you miss him, okay? I do too. I think of him every damn day but-fuck. You’re killing yourself.” Steve held your hands firmly.

“You don’t understand, Steve.” You looked up at him, shaking your head, “He isn’t our Bucky anymore. He’s..” You sobbed softly, covering your face with your hands.

“Then help me understand.” He pleaded, a soft smile on his face. “How do you know he won’t be the same?” You blink and pause for a moment at his question, your heart feeling heavy in your chest. You sigh, running a shaky hand through your hair. 

“He visited me.” You mumble softly.

“He did? Whe-”” Steve started but your glare silenced him. 

“He came a few months ago-” You started to explain, your eyes growing dark.

The rain pattered against the windows of your small home as you ate dinner, a pizza with extra cheese and a small glass of wine. It wasn’t your ideal place to be but a good place to relax while the others looked for Bucky. He had been fixed once before, if they could just find him they could fix him again, just like last time. The hope that one day soon you’d be able to lay in his arms once more. You smile softly as you scroll through the pictures on your phone of you and him. So many beautiful memories. Pictures of his lips pressed against your cheek and a toothy grin. You sigh and set your phone down as you watch the rainfall. The two of you used to lay in bed and watch storms come and go. Just as before he remains the center of your world. 

Your peaceful evening was swifty  interrupted by a loud thud that shook the floorboards and made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge. You set the wine glass down and reached for the gun sitting in front of you. 

“Nat? Is that you?” You called, swallowing hard before reaching for your phone with the other hand. “Steve? C-Clint?” Your voice shakes as you turn into the hallway, the gun held firmly in your hand. 

“Thor?” You gawk at the dark figure in the pitch black hallway. “This isn’t funny, Thor, cmon.” You laugh nervously before flicking the light switch next to you. Your heart stops for a moment as you stare at the long haired man dripping wet from the rain. 

“Buck-.” You step towards him, tears filling your eyes. “Bucky?” You whimper, dropping the gun and rushing to him, arms outspread. In a swift movement his metal fingers are wrapped around your small throat and your back is against the wall. The wind has been knocked out of your lungs and you struggle against his grip. 

“Don’t.” His thick voice drips over you as he glares  into your eyes. His grip around your neck loosens. 

“Bucky- Please.” You sob softly, your hand running down his jaw softly. “You know me. Y-you don’t wanna hurt me.” Your eyes stare into his and he feels his heart stop for a moment and anger surges in his every being. He does know you. He wants you, or at least a part of him does and for some reason that pisses him off.

He doesn’t say anything, he just lifts you over his shoulder and carries you into the bedroom, slamming the door closed and roughly tossing you on the bed. How does he know you? And why does he feel so guilty?

“B-Bucky?” You smile weakly, your whole body trembling as he crawls on top of you, his body towering over yours.

“They told me to.” He mumbles in your ear before he reaches to pull your sweatpants off and you squirm away from him but he holds you firmly. “I have to.” He grumbles, staring into your eyes. 

“Stop. Bucky please stop. I can help you. Just stop!” You shove him slightly but he doesn’t shift, he remains still for a moment before pressing a hot kiss to your lips. His hands trailing down your body as he swiftly pulls your sweatpants and panties off. You sob against his kiss and kick his thighs desperately. 

“STOP!” You plead, shoving his shoulders softly. 

“Sit still. Please.” He pleads, but he has no emotion in his words, they are just words. He growls lowly before ripping the thin shirt in half, he groans quietly when he sees your bare breasts. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to do this but I have to. I’ll make it good for you.” He mumbled into your neck before placing soft kisses against your skin. 

His words make you go limp. It wasn’t your Bucky and yet his scent was so intoxicating and you pull him into a deep kiss before palming at his dick through his tight pants. He groans softly and bites into your thin neck, sucking softly and leaving purple bruises behind. He pulls away for a moment and tugs off the tight uniform to reveal fresh scars that have been stitched and bandaged. 

This is wrong. 

His  tongue swirls around your nipple softly as his thumb rubs against the other. His touch is so familiar, the soft groans he makes at each touch. It looks like him, feels like him. But when his eyes stare into yours you know the truth, this is just a machine, made to follow orders. Even at this thought you can’t stop, you missed him so much. He kisses down your stomach, trailing up and down your soaked thighs before slowly licking your cunt upwards ,making you squirm against him, his large hands grip your hips. You whimper for a moment before he delves his tongue against you, sucking your clit softly and moaning against your mound. You tremble softly as he shoves a finger inside of you, pumping in and out of you dangerously slow at first before picking up a swift steady pace.

This isn’t your Bucky. This is wrong. 

You wrap your fingers in his hair and cry out as you cum against his face,desperately trying to pull him closer as you do. He smirks, placing a few soft kisses against your thighs before climbing back on top of you, his jaw glistening with your pleasure. He presses a rough kiss to your lips before pulling your legs around his waist and aligning himself. 

Stop

He presses inside of you, his dick making you hiss in pain for a moment before pleasure rushes over you, your nails digging into his back as he quickened his pace, his soft animalistic growls making you tighten around him, he hitches your legs up to his shoulders and fucks you deeper, your legs aching as he holds you closer, you feel him cum inside of you, you cum together, you’re crying when you do. 

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles, setting you on the bed before swiftly pulling his uniform back on and disappearing without another word.  

[shynverlight]

The drink🤭

I heard this sound and saw it vividly in my head