#This will probably get a part 2

[memes-saved-me]

I Think We're Alone Now...(Spideypool AU)

AO3

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It really was becoming ridiculous how much Billy thought about him. What he said the last time they met, how he moved so effortlessly like he didn't weigh a thing, how gentle his hands were when touching him just after punching someone in the face, but most importantly his voice. It was all he had that was well and truly him. The real name, the face of Spiderman a mystery and it was beginning to drive Billy insane.

He imagined that he lived in some high-end apartment that overlooked Central Park, living it up and jumping into action the moment he was needed. A much more luxurious life compared to his own. Sure he had enough money to survive quite nicely but after deciding to only kill people who deserved it the bills started to pile up and what was once a nice place to live became a shoebox apartment that looked out to an alleyway. Billy didn't go out into the public much, his suit being his everyday outfit unless he was meeting his one and only friend Robin who knew exactly who he was and what he did.

She didn't even notice the burn scars now, too busy rolling her eyes at whatever weird comment he made that she didn't understand to care. Spiderman, however, was probably handsome. That's what Billy liked to think late at night, or midday... Still, he knew he didn't look anything like him, no secret hiding behind his mask other than his identity. Something Billy tried to figure out many times before feeling guilty and stopping before he got too close. The need to know didn't outweigh the code he lived by, even if it was pretty much the only one he followed.

That was until he found himself on the rooftop overlooking Central Park with a very injured Spiderman and no way of getting him down other than jumping and breaking his own legs to cushion the fall. An option he would go through with but first, he wanted to make sure he wasn't going to bleed out.

"I'm fine," he waved Billy off as he limped over to slump down against an air vent. "Had worse."

"Rude," Billy replied which got him a huff, followed by a wince.

"Just give me a moment."

Billy did want to give him a moment but also he needed to see his wounds to calm his own nerves, his injuries healed already but he would need to spend Sunday stitching up his suit.

He sighed and crouched down before him to get a better look at the slashes across his chest. "You gonna flash me or what?"

"What do you know about first aid?"

"I was human once, Bug Boy."

There was a moment of silence, no way of reading the other's expression. "Fine. Unlatch my neck."

"Is that a spider thing or...?"

"I swear if you don't..."

Billy lifted his hands jokingly before leaning forward to unlatch the top of his zip to let it run down his back so he could pull his arms out and let it sit around his waist, his blood-covered torso in full view. It took Billy a moment to remember he was supposed to be checking his wounds not staring at his chest hair and abs, tight toned and right there.

"Hey," he snapped and clicked his finger in his face. "You not regenerate some brain cells?"

"You're just jealous," he replied and carefully wiped away the blood with his kind of clean handkerchief.

"You say that a lot."

"What?"

"That you used to be human."

"Well, yeah but that's a long story," Billy shrugged trying to concentrate on the job at hand instead of letting his hand shake. "Nothing exciting."

"Will you tell me it some time?" he asked.

Billy looked up and even though he couldn't see it he knew he was being genuine. "Sure."

"I'd say you're a human but with a little extra something," Spiderman laughed softly and for the first time in a long time Billy didn't feel like some sort of monster among men. "You used to do some messed up stuff but you still help people and that makes you a human in my books."

"Thanks," he chuckled lightly. "Apart from the fact I can't die."

Which was another thing that got to him. Billy knew that Spiderman wasn't immortal or at the least eternal like he hoped the person he would fall for would be. None of the actual immortals he knew being an interest, leading to him shutting himself off to avoid the pain. Like some sort of ancient vampire who lost their soulmate in the 17th century and vowed to never love again, a thought he found funny at times but then again there he was obsessed with someone he didn't even know the real name of.

That was until he felt a hand on his cheek and looked to see his hand. Which was slowly tracing his jaw, smooth brushes of his thumb over his mask as he looked up at him. "I always hope you're gonna turn up to big fights like this," he spoke so softly Billy felt his throat dry up and his heart stumble over itself to correct its beat.

But just before he could say anything smart or funny in return he almost choked because he was watching Spiderman pull up his mask to reveal the bottom half of his face which revealed a smile. One that was beyond his most creative dreams. Teeth showing ever so slightly but the warmth that spread through his stomach as he stared at it was something he had not expected at all. Realistically he had wanted to fuck Spiderman but now he wanted to cuddle him...after sex of course but still, he could feel himself falling headfirst right there and then.

They were so soft, so kissable but just as he fooled himself into thinking that was what he wanted he remembered his own face. The pink, scarred mess he hid so well and before he could really think it through he was pulling away.

"Shit," he breathed as Billy stood up to get a grip and find a way to charm his way out of this. "Sorry I completely read the room wrong. I just...I probably hit my head a few too many times or something. Shit yeah. Sorry."

"No," Billy replied looking the other way out at the flashing lights of the police who turned up just as they were leaving after finishing their job for them. "You're right...it's just me."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not what you think I am," he turned back and kneeled before him once again. "Under this mask is a mess."

"I don't care," he smiled tenderly and all of a sudden he wasn't scared to pull his mask up so that it was sitting on his nose, his smile only growing until he leaned forward with a slight wince to cup his cheek with his free hand. The other on his own side in some sort of instinctual action to diminish his pain.

Billy went for it, leaning in, meeting him in the middle to kiss him. His own hands moved to caress his neck as he took in the taste of sweat and blood, something that turned him on too much for it to be normal but nothing about this was normal or appropriate in the slightest so he forgot about all of that. Forgot about the fact he was an immortal ex-assassin kissing a man who had spiderlike abilities and fell into his touch like it was the first time he had ever felt loved.

Soon enough they had moved closer, not a word or even a full breath exchanged as their bodies became flush against one another. Both of them pulling off their masks without letting go until Billy moved to slide his hand down his back and grab his ass to tease him, causing him to wince from his own jolted reaction to the sudden touch.

Billy pulled away, guilt rushing through him which was rare but when he looked up from the sliced chest of the boy who made him forget just how messed up his life was, he saw the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Deep brown, big and looking right into his own as they finally took in each other's faces.

"Wow," Billy breathed as he realised he was well and truly fucked.

[adamcoled]

something in the chase | pete dunne

pt. 2

Try as he might, Pete Dunne had yet to get me in his bed, his incessant flirting proving futile each and every time. He'd moved on from sly innuendos to straightforward confessions of his wishes for us, neither of which did anything to help his cause. I had actual values and morals, things he seemed to be lacking, and I wasn't about to be added to some endless list of other women. The man had determination, I must admit, and it was quite amusing to hear his growls of frustration and see his snarls of impatience when I played along with his games for a moment, only to assure him there'd be nothing between us. 

He just seemed so desperate, a very uncommon thing to see from Pete. He didn't get rejected, and he certainly didn't have to chase women. They came running to him and he always welcomed their sultry antics with a smirk and hushed voice. I can't be sure, but I think I was the first one to avoid his troublesome ways; I guess he just liked a challenge. 

The most recent alternation happened just mere nights ago, when he caught sight of me backstage at an event just after he had won his match.

"Well look who it is," he greeted, a smirk most definitely plastered on his face. He was behind me, but I didn't need to look to know it was there. It always was. I placed my hands on my hip, turning around to confirm my suspicions.

 Sure enough, he was smirking and leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. He definitely didn't look the part of a guy vying for someone's attention, rather a guy who should have had girls clinging to his waist and lined up behind him. He probably just kept them at bay for the sake of increasing his (already near nonexistent) chances. "Hi, Pete."

"You look like every man's dream tonight, Y/N," he complimented, more than likely just one the many compliments he repeated to countless others, "Still won't take me up on mine?”

"Don't you ever just want to give up?"

"And miss out on you? Hell no."

I rolled my eyes, pushing off the wall and preparing to turn around. "It's not going to happen, Pete," I stated once more before walking away, leaving him unsatisfied yet again.

Unlike all of the other girls Pete had slept with, I didn't fall for his devious words, even if I did consider him to be absolutely attractive. If I didn't know his ways, maybe we'd have already shared a night together long ago. And, although I hated admitting it to myself, sometimes I did consider succumbing to his seduction. Every time I thought I'd actually give in, my ego would stop me in my tracks, leaving me questioning why I'd even considered it. The answer was clear; Pete could make any girl feel things, the way he carried himself alone was tempting. And it's not like I was immune to it, either; I'd come much too close to caving on several occasions.

Another issue with this whole situation was how many mutual friends we had, making it near impossible to avoid him. I'd become close friends with most of his crowd, so I saw him more often than I'd like. He frequently used these opportunities to try his luck, but tonight was different. He and I and several others decided to head to the bar while the night was young, considering we did deserve it after such a great show.

The place was buzzing with energy and I already anticipated an even flirtier Pete due to the alcohol. But, after a strangely large amount of time without any sign of him, I grew a little curious. Had he finally decided to move on to the next one? And why did I feel disappointed at the thought of that? I shouldn't have cared if he found a new girl to mess with, in fact I should have felt relieved. 

I asked the bartender for another drink before scouring the entire building, hoping to catch sight of the perpetual heartbreaker. When I finally did, I almost wished I hadn't.

He was towards the back of the building, sat in one of the farther, isolated booths, caught in liplock with the brunette strewn across him. I cringed as I saw it, blaming it on the simple knowing that she was more than likely unaware of his reputation. Clearly, it ran deeper than that; something about seeing him all over her, all over her and not me, set me off. I definitely didn't expect him to be abstaining from women just because of me, but I never had to actually witness it. 

Just as I was about to tear my gaze away, Pete looked up and his eyes landed on me. Of course. I'm sure if he wasn't in the midst of making out with someone, he'd have that signature smirk on his face, reveling in the fact that he'd caught me staring at the scene that was unfolding. And I'm sure I looked a little displeased. I turned back around in my seat, gulping down the shot I'd been given, before gathering my things and standing up.

"Where ya goin'?" Trent questioned, taking note of my haste.

"Just gonna head back to the hotel early, no worries," I smiled, hoping it would come across as genuine. He nodded and I walked towards the exit, taking one a final look in Pete's direction- a horrible mistake. His gaze was already on me, the girl long forgotten about as she sat impatiently to the side. I tore my eyes away and hurried off before he could reach me.

My hotel room didn't provide much solace, after all. The image was singed into my brain, on a constant loop as I tried to block it out with sleep. Sleep never came, and it especially didn't come when harsh banging on my door drove it away. An irritated sigh escaped my lips as I tossed the blanket off of me and jumped out of bed much too quickly for my head's liking; a quick bout of dizziness got rid of the thought of Pete and the girl temporarily.

It'd been brought to my attention that I had a terrible habit of failing to check the peephole, so once I nearly unlocked the door and opened it absentmindedly, I mentally scolded myself. I peered out of the tiny hole, seeing the last person I wanted to see in this moment. 

Even so, I opened the door, only to notice how his face was devoid of any sly smiles or sneers. His new expression was so much more unreadable. Although he'd been the one pounding on my door, he didn't speak, instead staring down at me plainly.

"Things not work out for you and the girl from the bar?" I snapped, my harsh tone taking the both of us by surprise. It wasn't the best decision, since it showed I was obviously annoyed by his actions. Jealous, maybe.

He stepped inside the room, shutting the door behind him, but remained silent. Unfortunately for him, it only spurred me on even more, granting me another opportunity to voice my thoughts. 

"Or, maybe they did," I suggested, "Didn't know you finished that fast, Pete."

He growled, the sound reverberating from somewhere deep within him. "Did that make you upset, love?"

I scoffed, shaking my head at his assumption. It must've held some truth, otherwise I'd have just rolled my eyes and ignored earlier's event. 

"If it makes you feel better," he began, "I left her back there, didn't even get her name. I followed you here once I saw you leave."

"How sweet."

There was no way to tell what he was getting at. He was being so cryptic, so unlike his usual method of being upfront. Even the look on his face was different than usual. "So I was right, hm? You got jealous?" he asked confidently, though I was confident I could shut him right down.

"Not at all," I grinned, "But what about you? Were you worried about me, is that why you gave up a good fuck to come here?"

The way I was pushed up against the wall in a second made it clear I'd struck a nerve. Good, I thought. "Hm, Pete? Do I cross your mind a lot?" I continued my taunting, even if I was the one trapped between his arms and in no position to be provoking.

He pressed his forehead against mine, our lips so close I could have easily leaned forward just a tad to connect them. He was breathing heavily, the only sound present as I waited for his response. "You don't cross my mind, Y/N. You live in it," he said lowly, taking it upon himself to close the space between us. I had barely registered the words, and they went nearly forgotten as all thoughts left my mind in the midst of our kiss. When I pulled away, he groaned.

"Pete," I spoke sternly, "I'm not going to be ‘just another’ anything."

"I've never chased anyone in my life, yet here I am following you like some kinda fool. You’re not ‘just another.’”

I was so caught up in the moment that I just had to believe his words. There was no way to know of their legitimacy, no way to see into the future and determine if this even went anywhere at all. All I had was the present and an aching desire to finally allow his supposed "dream" to become reality. I could worry about tomorrow and what consequences I had to face when the time came; right now, knowing I had missed out on an experience like this all these months was punishment enough.