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Yellow

Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Warnings - Angst, character death

Note - This song is based on Yellow by coldplay, I was listening to it and thought that a fanfic based on it would be a good idea. Gif is not mine.

Look at the stars

Laying in the grass at night wasn't one of the weirdest things you've done before, but the stars look so beautiful.

Look how they shine for you

Peter was on patrol when he saw you laying there looking up, at first he wondered what you were doing at this time. When he swing to the building nearest to you he saw how peaceful you were, you looked untouchable.

And everything you do

"Hi," looking to the side she saw... Spider-man? "Hey," she was just a tad confused as to why he approached her but she let it slip.

Yeah, they were all yellow

"So, what are you doing here, at night," all she did was look back up. "They're beautiful," that was all she said.

I came along

Peter came back to where he last saw you hoping you would be there, and here you were just as beautiful as the night before.

I wrote a song for you

"You're back," he saw her looking at him, confused, 'cute'. "Yeah, I am. Uh, do you mind?", pointing next to her. Shaking her head no he takes the seat next to her and looks up.

And all the things you do

And from then on he kept coming back, and she was always there. Sometimes she would bring him snacks and drinks; they talked all the time, she would talk about her problems and he'd listen to her. She had never felt so at peace before she met him, her life had been so lonely, the stars would fill that void of loneliness but then she met him.

And it was called yellow

They had both developed feelings for one another, but they never acted upon them. She was hoping he would ask her, he actually almost did but he chickened out. So she took it upon herself, "Hey, I, uh was wondering if you wanted to go out?" Turning her head to look at his reaction, she notices he's already looking her.

So, then I took my turn

They had gone out a handful of times (of course without the mask). Whenever they had arguments and she walked away, he always found her at their spot. It was always that place that he found her at, they would always make up under the stars.

What a thing to've done

Looking to his side Peter spoke up, "You were right, they are beautiful." You had died that morning, he found out when he went to pick you up for your date. Your parents said that you had cancer and that you really only had a few months left. He had wondered why you never told him, he thought maybe you forgot, or you were you just didn't want to hurt him. Every year on your anniversary, he goes back to the spot and he just lays there and looks up. Sometimes when he's there he can hear you giggling, or when he turns his head to were you used to lay, he could see you already looking at him. If he was lucky he could feel you touching his cheek, and there were times where he could touch you. The stars really were there for you to fill up the void of loneliness, but then you found Peter. And he found you.

And it was all Yellow

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Bad Idea

Bucky x Male! reader

warnings - angst, toxic reader, implied smut, using someone for pleasure, manipulation, mild swearing

Notes - This was really just a heat of the moment, I was listening to bad idea! by girl in red and thought about a fic based on it. Sorry if you don't like it. Gif is not mine

It was a bad idea

Staring at the glass filled with whiskey [Y/n] takes notice of the band playing in the bar.

Calling you up

[Y/n] knew that he shouldn't really be here but he always came back, he was just to intoxicating to stop. He knew what he was doing, of course he did, he always knew.

It was a bad idea

Trying to unlock the door with one had was a bit more strategical than people made it seem. The other hand had been on Bucky's waist to hold him there, as soon as the door had opened, it was quick to close. Bucky felt the familiar feel of [Y/n]'s wall.

To think you were the one

Bucky had already been at the bar as soon as he saw [Y/n} enter it was like all reasoning had soon left him. He had already started walking to [Y/n] before he could even register it.

Was such a bad idea

[Y/n] had known of Bucky's feelings towards him but he ignored them for his own personal pleasure. He knew it was wrong but he didn't want to stop, Bucky knew what he was doing , he knew it was a bad idea.

You put you hand under my shirt

He could feel [Y/n]'s hands roam his body before they settled under his shirt, on his waist rubbing small shapes as he kisses down his neck.

Undid my bra and said these words

"Darling your so pretty it hurts," barely above a whisper knowing it was messing with Bucky's emotions. Continuing on with his actions [Y/n] kept saying simple praises. Bringing Bucky to [Y/n]'s room, [Y/n] could feel the back of his knees hit his bed.

You pushed me up against my wall

Threw my clothes down on the floor

"Darling are you ready for more"

Waking up [Y/n] could barely register where he was before he felt someone moving from beside him. Looking down he saw Bucky still asleep the blanket covering his lower half as he lay on his side facing [Y/n].

Was such a bad idea

I'm totally fucked

It was a bad idea

To think I could stop

He knew what he was doing, he always did.

Was such a bad idea

I can't get enough

'Maybe it was time to stop', thinking on it knowing he's told himself many times the he would, but he couldn't bring himself to. But this was the last time he had to stop, he knew of Bucky's feelings, he knew he was hurting him. All [Y/n] was doing was sleeping with him and then throwing him away until he needed him again.

It was a bad idea

Needing you so late

He really did feel bad about doing this to Bucky, it really is time to stop before he hurts him any further.

Was such a bad idea

Cause I can't think straight

"Bucky," shaking Bucky to wake up wasn't hard as he was a light sleeper, "We should stop this, I think it's best we stop seeing each other. I know I'm only hurting you, and its best for the both of us."

"Well may-maybe we can just try and go out, it doesn't have to be like this," trying to reason with you was a lost cause, he knew you already made your mind up. "I'm sorry Bucky, I really am."

"NO, your not sorry, if you were sorry you would have never done this, and to think I kept going along with it." Bucky was beyond sad, he was hurt and angry, angry at himself because he knew he was being used, angry at you because you didn't stop the first time you guys had done it.

He knew he had to leave so he did, he got ready in the clothes from the night before and left. He never came back.

It was a Bad Idea

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