#peter probably curses his luck after the only guy who could rescue him is the guy he insulted earlier

[exequien]

fic prompt

current steter brainworms/fic prompt:

Stiles is driving on a deserted road and accidentally blocks Peter from passing him a couple times. When Peter finally speeds past him, he insults Stiles' driving skills (and him) and flips him the finger. A couple miles later, Peter has a flat tire, no tools to fix it and no reception to call anyone. Luckily, Stiles catches up to him soon. Will he decide to help the asshole from earlier?

strangers and enemies to ...something XD

[primatechnosynthpop]

I'm really smart and only have good ideas btw

[ID: a drawing of the Real Ghostbusters dressed as the main characters from InuYasha. Peter is dressed as Inuyasha, but with orange cat ears instead of dog ears, and is looking angrily at Slimer, who's floating above them dressed as Shippo. Ray is dressed as Kagome and is holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other. Egon is dressed as Miroku and is looking contemplatively at his cursed hand. Winston is dressed as Sango and has one hand on his hip and the other holding the strap of his hiraikotsu. End ID]

Misc. thoughts I've had about this au:

First thing you've gotta know is that the main four end up in a poly relationship. It's a slowburn kinda thing just like the canon IY relationships

Peter has Inuyasha's doglike mannerisms, but he's actually half cat demon rather than dog. It's implied that his father might have just been demon Garfield

Unlike Kagome, Ray is super into his family's ancestral shrine and all the legends around it. He goes to the well on purpose to investigate and is really excited when the centipede demon grabs him

Egon is just as reckless with his wind tunnel as Miroku, if not more so--he can't resist running experiments on it, even though those experiments could easily turn deadly. He's actually kinda disappointed when the curse is finally broken because he'd hoped to study it more

Sango's backstory is slightly toned down for Winston; his fellow demonslayers are more analogous to war buddies than, like, everyone he's ever known and loved. He also doesn't buy it when he's told the guys are responsible, and rather than initially trying to kill them he decides to join them as soon as he's healed up enough

Janine is in sort of a Kaede-esque role, but since she's much younger and more spry she's able to be a bit more proactive. She's got a bit of that post-Q5 RGB "nurturing" thing going on (because the narrative kinda requires a healer character) but still with her actual personality, so she talks back to the guys while she's patching them up after a battle

Obviously Slimer isn't a fox demon like Shippo; I couldn't find a specific type of yokai that really fit him so he's probably just a random imp-type thing. He didn't get orphaned or anything the way Shippo was, but some bigger badder demons stole his territory, which is why he ends up traveling with the guys

The Ecto-1 is some kind of enchanted carriage that they fly around in the way the inugang ride around on Kirara. It probably isn't sentient but who knows?

Since Gozer isn't motivated by lust or revenge like Onigumo was, their plan is a bit simpler than Naraku's; they need the Shikon jewel to trigger the apocalypse, so they have Zuul possess the village priestess, Dana, so she can bring them the jewel. Peter tries to come to the rescue, but of course he doesn't have his teammates yet and can't do it on his own. He manages to get the jewel away and burn it, but gets sealed to a tree for 50 years for his troubles

Mainly because I can't think of anyone else who'd remotely fit, Walter Peck is in a Sesshomaru-adjacent role even though his motivations are completely different. He wants to steal the Tetsusaiga not so he can use it himself, but because he doesn't trust Peter & co. with a weapon of that magnitude

Unlike the source material where the well only works for Inuyasha and Kagome, all four Ghostbusters as well as Janine and Slimer are able to travel through the well; Ray takes great pleasure in introducing the gang to his aunt. They all end up spending a fair bit of time in the present and really like it there, and at the end of the narrative that's the time period they end up staying in

There's also no reincarnation stuff going on here (the jewel just reappears at random and it's pure luck that they get to it first) but while they're in the modern era Ray builds a device that can track down jewel shards. Similarly, Egon imbues his monk staff with spiritual power so it can scan for demonic energy

Rather than a family member like it was for Sango, it's Winston's girlfriend Tiyah (y'know from the idw comics) who gets brainwashed. When she's finally freed and gets her memories back, she and Winston try dating again for a bit, but things have changed too much and she can tell he's kinda fallen for his teammates, so they have an amicable but still melancholy breakup

A similar thing ends up happening with Peter and Dana. After Gozer failed to get the Shikon jewel the first time, she was freed from possession and got to live out the rest of her life fairly peacefully, so she doesn't resent Peter upon resurrection like Kikyo did Inuyasha. But he's still got survivor's guilt on his end, because from his perspective he still failed to protect her. Dana kinda has to spell it out that she doesn't intend to drag him down to hell with her and that she has in fact moved on

Because of the aforementioned lack of reincarnation stuff, the final climax is also different; all four Ghostbusters get trapped in the Shikon jewel, all within different illusory worlds without the others in them, which they each break out of by remembering each other's existence and wanting to see each other. But it's Janine who actually manages to get them out of there and permanently destroy the jewel

When Peter's demon blood takes over, his appearance shifts to somewhere between how he looked the time he got possessed in RGB and when he got possessed in the comics. On the night of the new moon he turns into regular Bill Murray (haha just kidding.... unless?)

[imagination-is-key-in-my-world]

Beaten To It

Summary: You were the victim of bullying that had been instigated by Liz Allen. Living across from Peter didn’t mean that he noticed you, even though you had a massive crush on him. One day when the bullying all got too much, you met a stranger who would save you from yourself… 

Warning: Bullying (could be uncomfortable to read) and some mild swearing.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader.

Word Count: 3,879.

Peter Parker had lived with a secret for a long time. Using the Stark Internship as an excuse to leave dinner, school and social occasions early. That was if he turned up in the first place.

You’d known Peter for a very long time. You lived next to him in the apartment building. But that didn’t mean that he spoke to you. He wasn’t a bad kid, or ignorant for that fact. You were simply cursed. Boys just never noticed you. Whether that be in school or outside, or right under their perfect noses as you peacefully slept against the wall to his bedroom.

Let’s just say you were known in school by pretty much everybody. Although you hated to admit that it wasn’t for the reasons that you would have liked. You were the brunt of the popular kids jokes. They would use you in multiple ways to let off some built up rage inside of them.

It often started with making fun of your looks. Calling you all the names under the sun. To taking it up a notch where they often took it far, but not far enough that would result in teachers suspecting anything. They had their ‘most loved’ reputations to think about. Especially if they wanted to land their picture under a complimentary status in the yearbook.

You’d often have to sit in the classroom hiding your true feelings of depression as yet another threatening note was passed to you. Problem was you knew exactly who the culprit was which didn’t help. Liz Allen, also known as Peter Parker’s biggest crush.

The one boy who couldn’t see her for who she truly was. A glorified bully. It’s not like she acted out in front of him. She always hid that narcissistic side from him.

The night before, he invited her back to the apartment, you assumed for a study date. She was completely fake to you when you bumped into the pair of them as you were walking to your apartment. However, her switch flipped entirely when Peter’s front door shut, separating the pair of them.

Let’s just say, you’d wished Peter was there to see his ‘girlfriend’s’ next actions. Immediately she taunted you with words. Then when that wasn’t enough she plucked your bag from your shoulder and dumped the contents on the floor.

It could have been worse, god it has been way worse than that. You knew as you had experienced violence from her before hand. Both verbal and physical. It actually surprised you that her bag incident was as far as she had taken it that night.

*

“Earth to Y/N?” Your best friend Michelle nudged you as you hadn’t moved from your locker, shaking you from your thoughts.

You’d been freaking out since your encounter with Liz yesterday in the hallway. The last thing she mentioned before she trudged down your floor wasn’t pleasant. “Just you wait.”

It wasn’t exactly a deadly threat, or a massive threat when you’d thought about it. But the more you did think about it, the more it kept you awake. Hence the coffee cup in your hand which so happened to be your third of the day and first period hadn’t even started yet.

“Sorry MJ. I’m a little unfocused today.” You shook the empty paper cup, gesturing it to your friend. “I could use another one of these. How about you?”

She scoffed. You were never able to hide much from her. Ever since you became friends, you could read the other like a book. “Y/N you don’t need another coffee. Caffeine is a gateway drug, and I think you’ve already had enough for the day.” Michelle caught the twitch in your eye then snatched the cup from your grasp and threw it into the appropriate recycling bin. “Are you going to tell me what is going on with you?”

You broke from her intimidating stare. Soon enough she would have to learn that she couldn’t do that with every secret you were hiding. You devoured everything. From Liz’s weird behaviour in front of Peter. Although, this didn’t surprise Michelle. She knew that Peter adored her.

Besides yourself, Michelle knew quite a lot about the boy you crushed on hard. She’d argue that she was not obsessed with him, that she was just very observant. You’d eventually lead up to the threat that you had received the night before..

Within seconds, your friend’s arm was adhesively attached around your shoulders. As if it was a defensive barrier that would protect you from Liz and her minions. You couldn’t help but smile at her attempt to shield you. Both of you knew that Liz hated Michelle just as much as she did you.

Her arm remained around your back as she guided you towards her locker. That was when you saw Ned talking with the owner of the most beautiful pair of eyes that you’d ever seen. The one and only Peter Parker.

Unsure whether he had noticed you or not. You still couldn’t fight the blush that rose to your cheeks. Peter was the cutest boy in this damn school. It definitely helped that he was possibly the nicest guy too. Whether that was to you personally or in general. Focussing more on the latter.

A lucky convenience for you, Michelle’s locker was opposite Peter’s which often meant that you’d often catch his eye once or twice. Pretty hard not to when you stood directly in his eye line. Michelle knew all about your crush, hence why she always took longer than necessary to gather her belongings.

Something felt different today. Which was more than likely due to the anxiety you felt of what was to come. Avoiding any eye contact, you leaned against the locker and stared into space rather than those comforting eyes. Not being able to hide how terrified and drained you felt any longer.

Suddenly, the lockers in front of your eyes appeared to be rotating rather than sitting still. “Michelle, I do-” The room was spinning which only meant one thing. Before you could finish, your body began to fall.

You waited to feel the impact of the floor that would knock you unconscious. Only that never happened, your body didn’t come into contact with the cold and dirty floor. Your body collapsed into a steady pair of arms cradling you.

Logically, you believed that the arms belonged to Michelle. She was the closest person to you. It only made sense that she could have been the one to get to you that fast.

But once your vision focused slightly, the hero wasn’t female. Those eyes that locked onto yours weren’t as familiar as Michelle’s. They were the beautiful pair that you had always wanted to gaze into. For them to lock onto yours the way that they were. Only in a different circumstance.

“Um are you okay?” Peters hoarse voice pushed through the piercing ringing that filled your ears from almost passing out. When you didn’t answer, he pushed you back onto your feet and draped his arm under your shoulders to hold you up. “I think I’d better get you to the nurse.” He said to both you and Michelle, who’s scared expression was the last thing you saw as he practically dragged you from the hallway.

“Thanks Peter.” You mumble, your own words hurt your head.

“You actually know who I am?” He questioned, causing your feet to stop corroborating. Freezing on the spot. “What? Is there something wrong?” Fear crossed his mind as you refused to walk, “I can carry you if your legs are hurting too much?” If he weren’t just trying to be nice, you would have surrendered to the butterflies in your stomach and practically jump into his arms.

“How can I not know who you are? You live right next to me.” You crossed your arms across your chest. “Plus you’re one of the smartest kids in the school. You have a bit of a reputation.”

He sort of laugh snorted at your testimony. “Is that so?” You nodded, “Can I ask you something?” Again you nodded, relishing in getting to talk to your crush. All it took was a slight fainting spell. “What happened? People don’t just faint.”

A small sigh left your lips. Do you tell him? What was the right thing to say? Your girlfriend is a psychopath? First you cleared you throat. “I haven’t been sleeping. I’m getting bullied okay?”

He was left stunned and so were you. Michelle was the only one you told this to. It wasn’t as if he could do anything to make it stop. It’s not like he is some superhero or something. He was just Peter Parker, the boy you were crushing on.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t know what to say. What do you say when you hear something like that? Taking his silence as a queue, you turned and left him behind. He didn’t follow or protest.

*

It was the end of the day and you hadn’t seen or spoken to Peter since you stormed off to the nurse after telling him you were the victim of bullying. He didn’t know who it was. You’d thought it would be best to leave that but out. It would probably make things worse if you’d tried to confess.

Michelle had left a little early to go to the dentist. Leaving you behind to walk home alone. And just like that, as if you were in movie, there she was. Liz and her army were waiting for you by the gate. You’d tried to hide away as long as you could. Hoping they would have thought that you’d left already. No such luck.

“Well what do we have here?” All of her followers giggled as if she was the funniest person on the planet. “Oh yeah, nobody important. It’s just our little toy girls.”

Instantly you were surrounded. Putting you in the centre of a circle with Liz, trapped. If you yelled, it would only encourage them. They loved it when they knew you were in pain.

Staying silent you received your kicking. Quite literally. Liz had slapped you so hard that you had fallen onto the concrete. Still lacking sleep, you couldn’t fight back even if you wanted to. So you just laid there, curled in a ball. Feeling more than one pair of feet make impact on your small frame.

No one came to your rescue. You just laid there until everything stopped. Crying as each blow hurt like a bitch. You struggled to pick yourself up from the floor once they had all left. It wasn’t as if there weren’t still other students walking passed you, cause there were. They just didn’t care. You didn’t matter to them. If they were given the opportunity, they may have joined in.

You wiped the tears from your face as you grabbed the strap of your bag. Wincing as it rested on your bruised shoulder.

*

Guess I’m still not good enough. Nothing matters, I don’t matter. Your own thoughts filled your mind as you quietly cried during your long walk home. I just want it all to go away. I want all the pain to go away.

What if you told Peter it was Liz, would he have stopped it? Would he have stayed behind a little longer to make sure that you would be okay? It was stupid to think that he would have been able to do anything. Today was the first time that he had said anything other than an unregistered ‘hi’ in the halls in the building as he passed.

Why would he risk himself getting involved in shit that didn’t concern him for a nobody like you.

It hadn’t occurred to you that you hadn’t taken a left turn a few blocks back. Resulting in putting you completely off route, thanks to the distraction of pain in your head and on your body. “Fuck!” You cursed yourself under your breath.

Turning around sharply, you heard a loud cry from above you. “Watch out!” You’d turned around too fast and stepped right into the line of traffic. Like a deer in headlights, you froze. That was the second impact that never came that day. You were back in the arms of someone unexpected, shooting up into the air.

Spider-Man had witnessed the near deadly accident from on top of a building next to the scene. Instantly dropping to the ground to retrieve you. Landing safely on top of the building where he had been observing previously.

Examining the figure, you’d identified the red and blue spandex model straight away. That and the fact that you had just defied the laws of gravity. Focusing on the black spider on the suit. You avoided his mask, finding the eyes to be a little too creepy. Especially when they squinted.

“Um are you okay?” There was something familiar about his voice, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Your small frame sat on top of the building. Your thoughts all over the place. You’d almost passed out, you’d successfully talked to your crush who saved you from a concussion, you’d been beaten up, and almost died. Possibly.

Tucking your knees into your chest, resting your head on top of them. Spider-Man mirrored you, sitting opposite watching your every move. He was clearly worried about you and your frame of mind at this point. “I don’t think so.”

There was something about him that made you feel slightly at ease. It didn’t feel like you were confessing to a legend that lived and protected Queens.

Even in the late afternoon lighting, the masked hero could make out all of the cuts across your face. One of the abilities he had, helped him sense danger. There was something dark about you, something dark was rooted inside. He instantly recognised the struggle in your eyes. The struggle to continue when you so badly wanted to give up.

His eyes travelled down to your arms, observing the bruises that covered them. He couldn’t help but think that even though he had saved you from the car, he hadn’t saved you from all of your other suffering.

“Who did that to you?” Again there was some familiarity there. “The bruises.” His disturbing mask nodded to your arms and face. The only marks that he could see. But you both knew that there were way more. The worst of the injuries were just lucky enough to be covered.

“Some girl at school.” You sighed, more tears filled your eyes. You weren’t aware that you had been crying after the car incident. “It doesn’t matter. It seems to be a common occurrence lately.”

You started to roll the sleeves of your jumper down your arms. Trying to at least conceal some of the marks on your body. “Of course it matters. You’re being attacked at school!”

“Not the first time. I’ll live, I always do.” You weren’t looking at him, you didn’t really want to. Staring at him in his costume, made all of this seem fake. You wished this was real, that you had finally told someone about all of this. But it was fucking Spider-Man, he couldn’t do anything about a girl making your life miserable in school.

His masked hands gripped onto yours. “You need to tell someone.”

“What I need is to go home and hide in my room before my parents come home. They’ll only worry if they see me like this.” You observed your current location. It wasn’t as if you could leave at your own free will. “Would you mind?” You gestured over the building.

At first he was resistant, he didn’t want you to leave. Not like this, not when he didn’t know what you were going to do next. You were in a bad way, and he feared you may try to ease the pain with something other than prescription pain killers.

Although he could see that you were hurting, he knew better than to argue. Spider-Man’s arms were soon wrapped around your waist as he leapt from the edge with you held close to him. Well you can now tick jumping from a building from your bucket list. That and meeting Spider-Man.

“Can I take you home?” You raised an eyebrow once your feet rested safely on the sidewalk. “I need to make sure you get home safe.” He shrugged his shoulders, and through his mask you could have sworn that you heard a little giggle. “What? I’m a good guy and I’ll only worry about you all night. You wouldn’t want me distracted on the job now would you?”

“You’d be the first person to worry about me.” The floor suddenly becoming more interesting than the person who saved your life. You couldn’t help but smile when your brain replayed the words in your head. “I guess Queens needs you fully focused to protect us all and not just worry about little ol’ damaged me.”

“Well in that case.” He wrapped you in his arms and lifted you off of the floor for the second time that night.

*

After washing up most of the blood on your body, you waltzed into the kitchen to find a handwritten note from your mum accompanied by a 20 dollar bill.

Looks like it’s a meal for one, or just an extra 20 to spend on more foundation to cover up the blotchy purple mess that had become your face. You didn’t feel like eating, your stomach pulsing from the kicking it received earlier. So you found refuge in the only place that you felt safe.

Plucking the fabric at the end of your blanket, you stepped through your bedroom window onto the fire escape. This wasn’t unusual for you. After a rough day, you’d often find yourself out there tucked under a blanket. The busy city of Queens was fascinating to watch at night. Everything was more beautiful in the dark. If only you held the same ideals of the city.

“With your dizzy spells, I don’t think you should be out here.” Peter’s voice interrupted you as he poked his head through his window. Soon he was outside, nestling down to form a mirror of you on his own fire escape directly opposite. “Sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“You didn’t. I’m just a little jumpy today.” Your busted lip didn’t feel so good when you talked. It was slowly trying its hardest to heal.

Even with the dark scenery, Peter noticed it all. From the busted lip, to the bumps that covered your forehead. The light from your room lit up every little imperfection. His voice turned softer as he knew it would be best to proceed with caution at this point. “Who did this to you Y/N?”

“You know who I am?” You played the card he played this morning. Preciously wanting the attention to not be on you and your current state. He gave a half hearted laugh, before falling silent when he realised what he did. “It doesn’t matter who did it. It’ll only happen again tomorrow if I snitch.”

“This is serious! You have to tell someone! You’re being attacked at school!” He yelled across to you. There it was again, that familiarity. He sighed, rubbing at his face with his hands. “If you’re not going to do or say anything, then please just let me come and check on you. Some of those cuts could get infected.”

For some reason you found yourself agreeing. Today was getting weirder by the second. No matter how many times you tried to overlook it, there was something niggling at you about both Spider-Man and Peter.

*

Slowly you edged inside your room. Opening the front door to Peter who was gripping a green first aid kit. He frowned immediately when he saw how bad you looked up close. “You know I have one of those.” You nodded towards the kit that he had hooked onto his person. “You didn’t have to waste your own.”

Dismissing your comment he got started by patching you up as best he could. Taking on the worst injuries first, your stomach and back. Not once did you think that the first time that you were going to be exposed to Peter would be for him to rub some antiseptic cream on some torn skin.

As un-idealistic as it was for this to be occurring.you couldn’t help but feel disappointed when his contact stopped. Wait he stopped, why did he stop?

As you turned around, you clocked Peter holding his head in his hands. Currently unaware that you had noticed his stature. He could no longer look at you, not like this. He couldn’t help but feel responsible for what had happened. You said you were being bullied and yet he let you move away from him. He let this happen, this was practically his fault.

“Peter?” You whispered as you leaned over to him, assessing his own situation. “Peter what’s wrong?”

When his head lifted, you wished he hadn’t. His eyes were filled with tears and remorse. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have left you all alone.” The tears were threatening to pool over as the guilt overcame him.

“Hey! You weren’t to know.” Ever so slowly, you reached for him. Holding your hands close to his cheeks to keep his head steady as he tried to turn away. “It’s not your job to save people.”

“But it is. I am meant to look out for the little people.” That was when it clicked in your head. All those repeated phrases. Spider-Man’s voice and how it was so similar to one that you’d heard before.

Peter’s eyes widened as he couldn’t believe that he had just potentially exposed his biggest secret. You didn’t freak out, or even over react when you had figured it all out. You remained as calm as you had been countless times before, while you observed the chaos below on your fire escape. “But you did save me Peter. You saved me tonight from something far worse than Liz Allen.”

“Liz did that to you?” He reached towards the cut in your eyebrow that was still leaking some blood. The cold skin rested quite contently against your burning features. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I should have been there to protect you.”

You didn’t know why you were leaning in closer to him, but you also knew that you had to. You couldn’t stand seeing Peter this torn up over something that he couldn’t control. Closing the distance between him and yourself, you leaned in so that your forehead was resting on his. His eyes glued to yours like magnets. “It’s not your fault Parker.”

The only time his eyes broke away from yours was when they dropped to look at your lips. Practically begging you to let him kiss them. Unknown to you, this was the closest Peter had ever gotten with a girl. This would be his first kiss, he wanted it to be perfect.

His hand slipped from your cheek to the back of your head. Brushing away strands of hair that had fallen to you cheek when you placed your forehead against his. Delicately, Peter guided his lips onto yours.

You’d dreamt of kissing Peter for a long as you could imagine. But it was nothing compared to the real life experience that was enfolding before your very eyes. It was both bittersweet and painful at the same time. You had so desperately wanted to kiss Peter over the years that you couldn’t quite believe it was happening and that he would be the one instigating it. The only thing stopping you from kissing him all night, was the busted lip that stung every time his lips fell onto yours.