They Have To | Sibling!Peter Parker/Ned Leeds
hungergames36 tagged me in this as one of her favorite accounts (thank you so much, love!) so I decided to go ahead and do the tag just because.
1. Weird Fact About You
2. Favorite Food
Anything spicy, which is a sad thing for me because 90% of spicy foods have red dye, which I am extremely allergic to (but I power through it bc obvs). But my favorite foods are buffalo wings, Flamin Hot Cheetos, sushi with sriracha sauce and spicy mayo... so many things tbh.
3. First Fandom
Disney
4. Best Friend
5. Current Lockscreen
6. Favorite OTP
Peter Parker x MJ Watson or Peter Quill x Gamora
7. Birthday
May 26th (i turn 20 in an hour rip)
8. Five fears
burning alive, drowning, heights, losing someone close to me, and public speaking lol
9. What you look like
y'all already know
10. Favorite Song
Music To My Eyes by Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga, I'll Never Love Again by Lady Gaga, or Speechless by Naomi Scott
11. Why You Made Your Account
At the end of 2013, I lost my grandfather and fell into a super deep depression. Writing helped me escape, and I found Wattpad. I started out writing How To Train Your Dragon fanfiction, then moved on to Big Hero 6 fanfiction on a new account a few months after. I started to write Star Wars in 2015, changed accounts again, started to write DC, Star Wars, and Marvel imagines, and stuck there until 2018, when I got harassed to the point that I had to leave. I swapped Wattpad for Tumblr for half a year, then went right back to Wattpad on this newer account.
12. Favorite Character Ever
I can't really do just one overall, so I will do one for each of my major fandoms: Marvel, Disney, and Star Wars.
Rocket Raccoon
Ariel
Kylo Ren
13. Tag 20 of Your Favorite Accounts (I'm just gonna tag all of my online friends that deserve a follow and more recognition!)
Okay, that's all I'm gonna do (mostly bc I'm scared of annoying people by tagging them).
I also need to say a huge thank you to two wattpad friends of mine! thank you to jarvisdropmyneedle07 for the platonic!Rocket Raccoon x Reader imagine she wrote for me (check out her Marvel Imagines book to read it) and thank you to KimmiePines for drawing me this!
Follow both of them, they're talented, sweet, and amazing!
Tomorrow is my birthday SO I have decided to write this angst filled, Far From Home based story for myself. Happy birthday to me.
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The trip you'd so been looking forward to for weeks and weeks had turned sour fast. What was supposed to be the trip of a life time, where you could be with your boyfriend, Ned, your brother, Peter, and your best friend, MJ, quickly changed to a trip where you were fighting to save your life.
Your hand gripped Ned's tight. You ran slightly ahead of him, panicked breaths coming out of you. Every few seconds, you'd glance behind you at the huge monster made of fire (literally something you'd seen a million times before in various movies).
Your mind was screaming, Don't look back! Don't look back! but you really couldn't help it.
"Ned!" you cried. "Come on, we have to go!"
"We can't! It's going to - it's going to... gah-!" He stumbled forward, making you fall onto your knees. You winced as your skin scraped the pavement.
"Ned!" You turned around and grabbed his shoulder.
"Go!" he said. "Just go!"
You shook your head. "Are you crazy?" You tugged on his arm to help him up. "I am not leaving you." You kissed him quickly. "I love you."
"I-I love you." He got on his feet, his hands finding yours.
"Come on-"
"Ned! ___!"
You looked up. A streak of black shot across the sky on a web. "Peter!" you cried.
He whirled back around to you. One arm went around you, picking you up off the ground. You gripped his shoulders in fear as your stomach dropped.
"Peter, Ned! What about Ned?" You were frantic, eyes on the ground where your boyfriend - and your brother's best friend - was.
"I can only carry one at a time!"
He dropped you safely on the other side of the river. You reached for him, but he was going off again.
All you could do was stand by helplessly and stare at the flames, which was all you could see. You weren't an Avenger. You weren't Spider-Man.
You were completely helpless.
You hated it.
At some point, the flames turned to smoke. You broke into a run, rushing to get back over there.
When you did, no one was around.
"Peter?" you shouted. "Pete-"
You heard a hoarse, rough cough - it was him. You knew it right away. It didn't take long to spot him, halfway underneath a piece of charred rubble.
You put your hands under his arms and pulled him out of it. He was still coughing, and as you knelt on the ground, you put a hand under his neck and pulled his mask off of his face.
"Peter," you said. "Where is Ned?"
Peter was crying. And you started to tear up.
"I-I tried to save him. I couldn't grab him. I-" He stopped, his sobs turning into complete cries of pain. "I couldn't even save my best friend."
You dropped your head. Peter was sitting up now. Just as he sat up, you fell forward. He caught you and cried against you.
For the longest time, you just sat there.
Then Peter was on his feet. He pulled you up. "Come on," he said softly, voice broken. "The air isn't good to breathe in here."
You held both of his hands as you shakily got onto your feet. He put one arm around you. Leaning against you, you limped towards the bridge.
"Peter!"
You lifted your head. MJ was at the end of the bridge, her eyes red and teary. Peter removed his arm from you and limped quickly over to MJ. She launched herself into his arms, wrapping herself around him.
You stood there, watching. Your heart ached for Ned.
Was he really just gone? Like that?
You tried to remember the last thing he said to you, or the last thing you said to him. When was the last time you kissed him? Or the last time he hugged you?
Peter's arms went around you. MJ embraced you tightly with one arm. You put your arms around both of them - and you fell apart.
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On the flight home, Peter held your hand. Originally, you were going to be sitting next to Ned, and he was going to be sitting with MJ, but he couldn't leave you alone.
"I am so sorry," he whispered about ten minutes after the plane took off.
You swallowed. "Peter..."
"No, can you just let me... let me?"
You looked up at him. He looked so tired.
"He was right in front of me, and I couldn't grab him. He was reaching for me, and I was reaching for him, but he... but I didn't grab him in time. And I watched..." He was staring at the floor of the plane. "I watched."
You stroked his knuckles with your thumb and turned in your seat. "Peter," you said, "I don't blame you. I couldn't."
He looked at you. "I know you don't. But... but we've already lost so much and I-I..." He was weeping, leaning against you. His forehead rested on your shoulder and you held him, holding back your own tears. "First Uncle Ben, then Mr. Stark, now Ned... I couldn't save any of them."
"You weren't made to save every single person," you said. "And things'll get better, Peter. They have to." You closed your eyes. "They have to."
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