#also we already knew why we flocked to this media because duh. but like it helps to know which part of us needs more healing

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oh yeah we were also wondering why we flock to media with dead kids that haunt the narrative both figuratively and literally and uh :) yeah we know why

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Soul Burn (p3)

Summary: The first time you touch your soulmate, your skin burns in that spot till you touch them again.

Work Count: 1817

Warning: swearing

A/N: Here’s Part Three, Sorry it’s an hour late 😬. I’m not sure now many parts this will be, I’m thinking maybe two more? We’ll see. Enjoy!

Masterlist

Part One Part Two Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven  Part Eight  Part Nine  Part Ten

It had been almost two weeks since Toms confessions on Ellen and the internet was still buzzing. With the promise from Ellen to help him find his soulmate, people from all over were flocking to social media to say that they were the one.

“Have you heard anything about how they are doing the search?” You asked Julie one afternoon while baking.

“There’s been a few rumors going around. But I’m almost positive they aren’t using social media because it’s a mess. My guess is they are using a burn match site, or some other way.” She shrugged, running her finger through the side of the bowl to eat the extra batter.

Just as you were about to respond, both of your phones dinged. Julie checked hers as you stuck the brownies in the oven. “Well I guess what answers that question.”

“Hm?” You turned, picking your phone up. It was an email from the convention company. It was an invitation for everyone who attended Toms panel to return for another panel tomorrow, a way to make up for the catastrophe of the previous one. “So, some Cinderella shoe fitting type shit, alright.”

“We are obviously going.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well duh.”

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“Are you sure that will work?” Tom was a little skeptical on the plan Ellen had just filled him in on. They would go back to the convention center, invite everyone who had been there that day for the panel back, and while they gave another panel, Tom would look for the girl who gave him the soul burn. “How do we know she’ll be there?”

“Well, we don’t. But, it’s worth a try.” There was some noise from the other end of the phone. “Tom, I have to go, but I’ll be in Y/HT with you tomorrow okay. Have a good flight.”

Tom hung up and ran his hands up and down his face. It was worth a try. He wanted to solve this mystery more than anything. He rolled himself out of bed and made his was to Harrison’s room.

“Mate, wake up.” He shook the sleeping boys foot. “Ellen’s thought of a plan but we have to leave soon, like in an hour to make a flight.”

Harrison grunted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before sitting up. “What’s the plan?”

“I’ll fill you in on the way to the airport. Let’s go.” He tapped Haz’s foot and headed out to pack.

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“Are you excited?” Julie asked as you waited in line at the doors, her voice was low so no one else would hear.

You shrugged, fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. “I mean, yeah? But I doubt he will be able to recognize me? It’s been months. Also, I doubt they are going to walk around and examine everyone’s wrist.”

“Who knows, but it’s worth a shot.” She responded as the line began to move.

“Right wrist please.” The security member requested when you reached the door. Julie stuck her arm out as he placed a bright green band on her wrist. You followed suit pulling your sleeve up, he eyed you as he placed the band on your wrist. “The numbers on your bands are your seat numbers.” He nodded to the room as you thanked him and walked away.

It was another hour before everyone was in and seated. You were acutely aware of a few people around the stage looking at you. At first, you thought you were just being paranoid, but then Julie mentioned it.

“Do you think they know?” Her voice was almost inaudible as she glanced around the room. “They’ve been watching you, or at least this area, since we sat down.”

You moved a little closer to her, grabbing her hand. “I don’t know but it’s kinda giving me the creeps.”

Before she could respond, Bill made his way on stage again. “Hello everyone! This seems all too familiar. I do ask though that no one start a stampede.” There was an awkward laugh from the room. “Well, we once again are honored to welcome Tom Holland back.” There was a cheer as he stepped on the stage. Your breath caught as your mark started to tingle.

Tom felt it to, a confused look flashed across his face as he pretended he didn’t feel it. “Thank you for having me back, I’m so glad to be here.” He scanned the first few rows before taking a seat.

“So, what’s new since we last spoke? I know Avengers 4 is hitting theaters in a few months.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s really exciting. Still don’t know much! But I’ve heard great things from RDJ about it.” Tom was clearly a little distracted, slowly scanning the face of everyone.

“What about Spider-Man, got any tea you can spill on that one?” Bill poked, trying to get him to crack.

“Actually, yes. I can say something about what the movie is about.” His voice was serious, but he still scanned the room.

“Well, do tell!”

“It’s about.” Tom took a deep breath. “Spider-Man.” His eyes grew wide as the room filled with laughter. They grew even wider as he made eye contact with you. “The new Spider-Man movie, I can confirm, is about Spider-Man.”

Julie laughed, then noticed that Toms eyes hadn’t moved in a few moments. Your hand squeezed hers and it took everything in her not to lose her mind.

“So, Tom.” Bill knew what to do, it had been planned this was, and Toms answer determined how everything went from here. “If you’d like, we can open the floor up for questions.”

Toms eyes never left yours, there was a weird feeling flowing through you that you couldn’t quite explain. “Sure Bill, I’m sure there are some burning questions out there.” He winked.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, dropping your head in your hand. Toms laugh filled the room, it was obvious now to you and Julie he was watching you.

Julie started to push herself into you. “Holy shit.” You looked at her, putting your finger over your lips. The last thing you wanted to do was cause a scene.

Tom spoke with a lady from the stage while another person set up the a microphone for people to ask their questions. A few questions in, someone tapped your shoulder, you looked up to see the same lady Tom was speaking with.

“Ma’am, there has been a problem with your seating.” Her face had a soft smile. You spin your head around the Julie who looks just as confused. The lady leans down. “May I see your seat band.” You nod, slowly lifting your sleeve. Her fingers graze across the mark. “Just as I thought. Would you come with me please. You may come as well.” She nods at Julie who jumps up.

The lady starts a loud conversation about a car with its headlights on as you walk out, which just confuses you even more. Once you are out of the room, she leads you to an elevator. “Sorry about all the confusion, we don’t want anyone in there knowing that the real reason we are here is to find you.”

Julie’s hand wrapped around yours. “I knew it.” She had a massive grin on her face. The lady hit a floor button and the elevator moved. You were there, but not there? Like you could feel your body moving and hear them talking but the nerves had completely taken over. This was actually happening. You were minutes away from meeting the person forces unknown believed was the one you could spend the rest of your life with.

“The two of you are more than welcome to make yourselves comfortable. We aren’t sure how long the questions will go on for but Tom will be up as soon as the finish. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” She nodded her head at us before leaving.

“I think, I need a drink.” You sigh, sitting on the couch. Before Julie could answer, the door opened and Ellen walked in.

“Oh my god, Ellen.” Julie’s eyes were huge. “Holy moly. This day just keeps getting better.”

“Ladies, hello.” Ellen smiled as she made her way to the couch. A hand extended.

Julie reached out first shaking her hand firm. “Hello, I’m Julie. This is Y/N. She’s a little shook right now so.” Julie trailed off as she pointed at you.

“Um. Sorry. Wow. This is a lot to take in.” You shook Ellen’s hand.

“I totally understand. Just know that we won’t make any public announcement unless you want us too. We don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” Ellen sat in the chair across from you.

You processed what she said, then nodded. “Thank you.”

Having Ellen there helped calm your nerves, she was so easy to talk to and eventually you forgot why you were there. It was about an hour and a half till you heard the card reader on the door beep, and a very nervous looking Tom entered the room with Harrison close behind.

“Hello.” His voice was soft and his finger twisted together. “I’m Tom. But, you probably already know that. Oh balls, I’m sorry I’m a bit nervous.” Tom ran a hand through his hair and looked at his feet, the tips of his ears were pink.

Julie pushed you off the couch whispering under her breath. “Go. Go.”

You stumbled, feeling your own face turn red as you faced the nervous boy in front of you. “Um, I’m Y/N.” Tom looked up, a small smile on his lips. He looked younger up close. With a handful of freckles spread over his face. His eyes were curious as he scanned your face. Taking in your own dusting of freckles and the way your Y/E/C eyes traced his face.

“So, you wanna make it official?” He asked, holding his arm up to show his mark.

Slowly, you pulled your sleeve up, revealing your own mark, that was currently burning more than it had in months. Tom reached a somewhat shaky hand out, and with timid fingers wrapped his hand around your wrist. You followed his movements with your eyes, then, did the same with your hands.

The tingling intensified. Your jaw dropped as you felt it move up your arm, taking over your entire body. Toms grip tightened slightly as the same feeling washed over him, both of you holding your breath.

You both sighed as the feeling practically evaporated from your systems. Both staring at your hands, neither moving.

“So, that was intense.” Harrison spoke first, causing you and Tom to jump, having forgotten you weren’t alone.

When you finally removed your hands, the marks were, in fact, gone.

“Well,” Tom spoke, a toothy smile taking over his face, “looks like you really are my soulmate.

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