#and i still haven't finished the spider chair either...

[plumadot]

i need to learn how to draw rocks... how to draw foliage... oh no...

[murdrdocs]

just read all your imagines and they are so good!! just on here to req anything hobie brown related cos god that man is so fine. maybe like a one-shot where they are fwb cos hobie doest do labels but gets jealous and then asks reader to be his gf and then shows her off to everyone. just like really anything u want to write tbh ✨✨

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description. being friends with benefits with your best friend, hobie brown, is fun and all, but you start to realize that maybe firm labels suit you better than whatever this is

includes. slight smut SUGGESTIVE 16+, fem!reader referred to as “girl”, fluff, sweet!hobie, pav gwen and miles mention, rockstar!hobie

a/n: i have no words this was supposed to be uploaded like a week ago but then i went to disney so ... sorry yall. also not edited well bc ... disney. edit: title from the song by daft punk bc tron <3

word count: 1.7k+

things are still in your bedroom. they always are right before he arrives.

you're not a psychic, nor do you have a "spider-sense" (which, with the creepy-sixth sense way hobie described it, you don't want one either), but you like to think that you can tell when he'll come by.

nights when you haven't heard much from him, but the sirens seemed to never stop outside, were usually when your window would creek as it slid up.

you listen out for the sound now as you finish painting your last nail. you'd used the quick dry polish tonight, in hopes that you wouldn't have a repeat of last time, when your fingernails weren't dried but hobie was incredibly impatient and when you were done, you'd realized that your right ring and pinkie fingers were smudged.

the bottle's closed, you'd blown on your nail to ensure it dried, and that's when your window slides open.

there's no point in looking back at him when he tumbles into the room. he starts mumbling complaints as soon as the window's closed, the sound of his shoes unlacing padding his words, something about some common thief who hobie was going to let go but then he went and messed with the lady on the street and her cat.

you'd lost the tail end of his words whenever he started walking closer to you. you sat up straighter, pushed everything out of the way, and waited for him to turn your chair around.

which, when he did, you looked up at him, small smile on your lips as you stared into his deep brown eyes.

"how's your night, hm?" he asked, a courtesy before getting to the real action.

you shrugged, pretending to think. "nothing. just a lot of this."

"no smashing societal standards? picking off misogynists one by one?"

a small laugh in the form of a snort from you. "nah. figured i'd take a day off, you know?" the sarcasm dripping from your words. that's not who you were. you wish you could've been like that, could've been like hobie. but there's one spider-person for a reason.

"oh, yeah, uh-huh..." and hobie trailed off as he leaned in, pointer finger hooking under your chin to pull your lips to his.

it always felt good to kiss hobie.

you'd fantasized about it for weeks before it actually happened. he's your closest friend at the moment, and he occupied the title before this arrangement even existed. and of course you had the worry about ruining your beautiful friendship if you became more, fear that you wouldn't be able to go back and you would subsequently lose probably the best friend you've ever had.

but that was no need to worry. because while you could let hobie pull you up and lead you to your bed, sitting back and pulling you into his lap while he kissed you with a tenderness you know so well, you could also just be friends with him, sitting side by side on the couch and having a movie marathon of horrible biopics without thinking about jumping each other's bones.

there's a balance here that you could only hope would've existed.

and it's never thrown off. not even when he pulls your shirt over your head and his full lips find your nipples and the slightly-faded marks he'd left a few days ago. not even when he switches your position, laying you back and kissing down your torso until he can bury his head between your legs. not even when you whine and cry just a bit, slightly begging for him to pull his suit off so he can fuck into you in a way that only he can.

you try not to think about the equilibrium of your relationship with hobie when your legs hook around his waist and the heels of your feet dig into your lower back. you try to solely focus on the way his cock fills you up perfectly, mostly long with the right amount of girth for your walls, tip reaching deep within you in an almost mind bending way.

but you can't help but think about the way hobie doesn't do labels when he helps you to your bathroom, where he lets the shower heat up while you sit in a shirt he left behind a few days ago when he'd shown up as just hobie brown and not spiderman. you can't help but think about being hobie's girlfriend when his big, veiny hands run along your skin after the shower, smothering you in shea butter as you struggle to hold your eyes open. and you don't bother attempting to fight off the lasting thought of being hobie's while he hums an unknown song to himself with your head on his chest, the deep sound of his voice and the vibration of his chest lulling you to sleep.

you need to be someone's.

the friends with benefits scenario was fun, it worked, it was glorious, but you don't think it's for you. and labels aren't for hobie.

so, you look elsewhere.

you're at hobie's show, standing in the back of the pub with a drink you weren't interested in, with some guy you really weren't all that interested in, either. but he smelled nice, and he seemed nice, and you were just looking to broaden your horizons just a bit.

you and hobie weren't exclusive, but maybe it's a little wrong to flirt with someone else at his show. but you were slightly upset, and craving attention, so it didn't matter.

not until hobie got off stage.

it took a while for him to roam over to you, but even then you were still entertaining the other guy. giggling, tilting your head, batting your eyelashes, your hip popped out and a manicure, that was still fresh, blinging as your hand rested on the bone.

he greets you with a term of endearment that he uses often, but it feels different in this circumstance. you tell yourself that it feels different because you want it to feel different.

"oi, babe! who's this bloke?"

his arm slings over your shoulder and you tense under it. your hands folding over your chest, your smile tightening a little.

“uh this is steven.” your hand reaches out to point to the man, a tight lipped smile spreading onto his lips.

“steven …” hobie repeats the name slowly, and without looking at him you can tell that he’s eyeing the guy up and down.

the air is stiff, the three of you are silent, and unfortunately, steven takes the hint to dismiss himself, and you instantly turn to hobie, a scowl on your face.

“what the fuck, hobes?” you’re pissed, but the nickname still slips off easily.

hobie shrugs and reaches into his back pocket, a cigarette appearing and he sticks it between his lips. instantly, your fingers pluck it out from his mouth, instead putting it in your own back pocket.

instead of looking upset, hobie looks amused. his hands reach out to grab your waist, and you want to give in, but you try to push his hands away instead.

hobie lets you, and you don’t know if your happy or upset with that.

“what’d you mean?”

you stare at him, deadpan, then gesture to where steven had walked away towards.

“you just cockblocked me!”

a cocky grin, almost a little condescending. “i didn’t ‘cockblock’ you, babes. you weren’t trying to get with that guy.” your eyebrow lifts and you can see realization come onto hobie’s face. “oh … you were?”

“yes! of course i was!”

“but why? you are i are together.”

“sure, hobes, but we’re not ‘together’.”

“yes we are.”

“no, we aren’t.”

“why do you think that?”

you suddenly feel a little insecure, eyes scanning the thinning crowd, ears noticing the way the volume in the pub is lowered. “because you’ve never put a label on it, bee.”

another layer of realization. hobie’s hands coming to your waist again, but this time you let him pull you in.

“i didn’t know we needed a label. but you’re my girl. and i’m your guy.”

your body heats up and you bite down onto your lower lip giddily, peeking up at hobie through your lashes.

"thought you didn't like relationships?"

"labels. i don't like labels."

there's a disruption in the atmosphere. goosebumps raise on your skin, the hair on the back of your neck sticks up, and even if you weren't aware internally, the way the magazine you were previously reading floats above the table would've tipped you off.

the portal opens shortly after, but you knew it was coming. it took hobie a while to tell you that he was spiderman, longer to convince you that he was spiderman, and a while longer to convince you of the existence society, and even though you know, you still get a little shocked whenever a portal opens.

he comes through first, thud of his heavy boots against the floor of his flat. the spoon in your mouth clings against the side of the bowl, your free hand reaches out to the tv remote to pause the episode as you look over at hobie.

"oi, didn't know you were still here." is all he says before he's walking over, pulling his mask off on the way, and leaning down. your head tilts up instantly to meet his lips in a kiss, your body warming with the way his hand pushes into the back of the couch, slender but muscular form caging you in.

you expect him to sit beside you and force you to give a recap of the episode, but he stands back, and then three other people come through the portal.

"oh ... are we expecting guests?" surprise sits in your words, the tone amplified when hobie takes your bowl of cereal out of your hands to finish it off himself.

"right," he speaks through mouthfuls, saying your name as an introduction to the other three. "this is pav, miles, and gwendy. spider people." you nod, waving at each.

"this here, is my girlfriend." three sets of spider-eyes widen with the admission and you can already sense what's coming.

"wow, you're pretty. 's nice to meet you."

"i knew it! i could sense the tension as soon as we got here."

"you have a girlfriend? wait. i thought you didn't like labels."

a small smile on your face as you tuck your hands in the pocket of hobie’s sweatshirt that you wear.

in coordination learned from how close you two are, you speak at the same time.

"he doesn't like consistency."

"don't like consistency, mate."

[robingurlscorner]

Mad Hatter Halloween Thing?

So I really have no idea where I was going with this but I truly am loving it and wanting to continue this. I'm going to have to bug Miles (friend) and ask her if she remembers where I was going with it.


Wayne Manor had been thoroughly decorated by Aunt Harriet and Dick Grayson that weekend, the house was covered in scary Halloween decorations: fake spider webs hung off the giant windows of course donning the fake plastic spiders, the table clothes on all the tables had been changed to orange, red or some other Autumn/Halloween color. When Bruce arrived back from his weekend out with the Millionaire’s golf club he was surprised, ducking under a spider web he headed towards the main room but stopped in mid step when he smelled the faint scent of pumpkin pie.

Following his nose, Bruce wound up in the giant Wayne Kitchen to see Dick’s Aunt peering over a stove, behind her Dick was at the table hovering over his homework. “Well, good afternoon!”
Dick looked up, face brightening. “Bruce! You’re back!”

“My manor has been transformed into something out of the Munsters.” Bruce exclaimed setting his bag down on a chair and taking off his jacket.

“Do you like it? It took us two days.”

“I love it.” Bruce then glanced to Aunt Harriet who was looking quite pleased with herself. He walked over and kissed her on the cheek before taking another whiff of the baking pie. “And what’s this? We are making pies?”

“Yes, these are for the women’s circle tonight but I will make some for the rest of us tomorrow while Dick is at school and you are at work.”

“She thinks we’ll try and steal some otherwise,” Dick finished for her trying not to smile.

“Dick Grayson, you would be in here stealing bites left and right if I didn’t send you to school and Bruce, you wouldn’t be any better, after all you encourage the boy.”

“Why, I do nothing of the sort.” Bruce raised his eye brows with clear amusement trying his hardest not to look at his ward knowing full well he’d burst out laughing if he did. “Dick, want some help with that homework?”

“Yes, please. Take him out of here, the pies are distracting him and he needs to pass that mid-term.” Aunt Harriet walked over to the table and gathered Dick’s books, paper and pencils thrusting them in Bruce’s hands. “Be a good dear and go finish your work, I’ll have some cookies finished by then for you and Bruce to snack on.”

~

Elsewhere in the outskirts of Gotham City a devilish plot was beginning. The giant hill that stood hovering over all of Gotham was home to many of Gotham’s richer citizens but farther from the city were the run down houses and shacks that were no longer used.

Except one.

Everyone in the city just knew her as crazy old Agatha, a senile old woman who thought she was still living back in the twenties with her husband, Charlie. The kids thought she was an evil witch and therefore not get near her. The adults just sighed when she passed feeling sorry for her.

“They all laugh at me…” a voice muttered in the darkness of the run down shack. A hand reached out from the darkness pale and wrinkly with a match struck. The other hand reached out to grab a candle, lighting the candle it set it back down and the mystery figure blew out the match watching the smoke float in the air and disappear.

"Yes they laughed at you," another voice interjected. The candle light didn't show the second figure's face either. "But not for long my dear, with your help Gotham will know the true meaning of fear."

Another candle was lit and a warm glow broke through the cold darkness illuminating the two figures, one was  a woman with a hood over her face, the other a man with a top hat. "You still haven't told me what you wanted with me anyway."

"Let's just say at midnight on Halloween Gotham City is going to fall to it's knees." The man responded crossing his arms then grinning, his teeth glowing in the dim lit room. "And missing a few hats."

~

"I'm really glad you liked the decorations, I was afraid it may have been too much." Dick said as he and Bruce sat down in the Study. "Halloween just reminds me of my parents and home so Aunt Harriet always out does

herself."

"Dick, really, it's wonderful." Bruce squeezed the teenager’s shoulder reassuringly getting a nervous smile in return.  "Now, about this homework." Just as Dick was opening up his school book the batphone started to beep.

Glancing at each other they hopped up and Dick watched Bruce answer it. "Yes Comminsor?"

Dick leaned further towards Bruce and heard the voice on the other line, "Mad Hatter is back in town claiming if we don't follow his demands all of Gotham will be under his mercy."

"Oh does he then? I'll be interested in seeing what he's planning, don't pay any attention to him, Robin and I will be there shortly." Bruce put the phone down and looked down at his young ward, "Well, guess that math will have to wait." Dick responded by putting down his book and pulling down the head of Shakespeare. Bruce turned the switch, "To the bat poles!"


[its-kall-the-clown]

Could you perhaps do prompt 31 with toxic insanity shipping (the mayor x syntax)? I’d be greatful.

The ship is somewhat new and not very known, so don’t worry about getting creative! 💕

Toxic

Rating: PG13

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride You're toxic, I'm slipping under With a taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don't you know that you're toxic?

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31: “I own you."

Prompt list

This is one I haven't seen before so I gave it my best shot! TBH I had fun tho and now low key ship it kjsdhakljdf

Hope you enjoy!

Syntax sighed and rubbed his brow, the formula on the screen was nothing more than a smeared blur of numbers and letters. His latest project was an absolute headache to deal with, but like every project he threw himself into he always loved the challenge.

But perhaps he bit off a little more than he could chew this time.

It was a program that would self-analyze social media for mentions of the Monkie kid and any other demon battles that would happen around the city, then compiled the data collected to better determine the habits of all the enemies the spider clan had.

But there was a flaw somewhere in the programming, it kept going rouge and analyzing post on social media that was unrelated to the search parameters he gave it.

He growled and slumped back into his chair trying to figure out what was working with his program. It was like trying to pluck a single thread out of a ten-mile tapestry. He slumps back into his office chair considering just scrapping the program entirely and working it from the ground up.

Might actually be faster

"You have been working on that for a while."

Syntax shivers, a cold hand placed on his shoulder is like nitrogen to his skull and he whips around defensively, instinctively standing up and knocking his chair to the ground.

The smug subtle smile with too wide-eyed looks back at him from the 'mayors' face. He looms over him like a curse.

Syntax knew the 'mayor' wasn't actually the mayor of Megalopolis, he was the odd right-hand man to the creepy old girl that was 'helping' them and the spider queen. Personally Syntax didn't trust either of them, both were too shifty for his liking and whispered in a forgotten Tongue to each other.

Syntax always played his cards close to his chest, but now especially with these two wolves prowling around. Hungry for power and fangs dripping with bloodlust.

The human spider hybrid was honestly working on some contingency plans in place in case either of them betrayed his queen. However, it was almost impossible to lay these plans when he was constantly being chased by the Mayor.

He snarls at the abomination that still looms far too close in his space.

"What do you want?" Syntax turns his computer off, not even trusting them with his current aide project.

Mayor tilts his head, loose grey locks swaying with the bird-like motion. "Just checking in on you." They chuckle and lean more into the spider hybrid's space, forcing him back against his desk.

Syntax growls, examining the oddity before. Mayor seems to be in a much more casual look, his blazer abandoned, leaving him in a clean pale blue button-up, tie forgone, and the first few buttons undone. His sleeves were also rolled up his forearms making him seem like a businessman who just finished his 9 to 5 and was out for a few drinks. A surprisingly loose and attractive look for them...if Syntax was brave enough to admit it. Which he wasn't.

"Why are you really here?" he asked, subtly backing up into his desk, trying not to show how he felt a little cornered in his lab.

"Like I said-" Mayor pushed forward boxing Syntax in with his arms "-just checking on you." They smile like a cat that's caught the canary and Syntax suddenly wonders if he's grown feathers.

His heart starts pounding in his chest as the Mayor examines him with striking blue eyes that almost feel luminescent in the dim light of his lab.

If he didn't doubt the inhuman origins of the mayor he certainly did now.

He feels the cold breath of the mayor against his face and the sultry blue eyes pin him in place and Study him under hooded lids. Slender long fingers lift his chin up delicately like a specimen.

"I find you infuriatingly fascinating." They breathe out against his face making him shiver. He might be able to escape the creep's clutches...but at the same time...it's been such a long time since he's been...admired by someone else.

A thumb trails his chin seductively as Mayor continues to lean into his breathing space.

"Not quite a demon….not quite human~" they purr out, leaning forward closer to the point they were sharing air. "But all enticing~" they nip at Syntax's bottom lip and his breath hitches with the motion.

He had never been admired like this, treated gently, seen as alluring even in his current hybrid state. He can't help but fall into the spell of whatever this is.

A hand curls around The spider hybrids' hips and pulls their bodies flush to their own.

"All I want...is to own you." They hiss before crashing their lips together possessively. Syntax only resist for a moment, the surprise the only reason he did. As soon as he gets over the shock he melts into the kiss and pushes back just as viciously.

Its Tongues, fangs, and hormones after that, two bodies pressing so hard together like they were trying to fuse. Syntax can't help but let out a breathy moan when he feels Mayor's hand curl into the locks of his hair and tugs their neck back and chomps down on their neck. Fangs sinking into the skin there, staking territory and claiming him.

Syntax's toes curl in his shoes as he lets out a loud moan, pleasure racking his spine from the action for some unknown reason.

When the fangs are removed from his neck He feels a cold tongue lapping at the green blood there.

When Mayor pulls away there is that creepy little smile on his face that seems a tad too hollow.

"I own you." They promise, kissing his lips tenderly, reminding him of the power he held over him now.

If only Syntax knew what he surrendered that night...

[babieyangyang10]

violent ends (chapter 4)

(chapter 4)

series masterlist

genre: hunger games!au

pairing: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: mentions of prostitution, language, violent deaths, fighting, angst, fluff, + possible nsfw.

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"So, each of the districts get their own floors. Since you're from two, you get the second floor." Doyoung explains as we step out of the elevator.

As we walk into the apartment, I stare in awe at the glamorous quarters.  There are many giant glass columns and a random display of silver trees and rocks.

"Here is the living room and your rooms are over here. How about you freshen up for dinner?" suggests Doyoung. 

In my room, I am met by a bed with a silky, soft comforter. I make my way into the spacious bathroom and hop into the shower. Inside, there was a panel with hundreds of buttons that regulated water temperature, pressure, and even provided massaging sponges.

After finishing, a heater dried my hair and body completely. I pressed another button and a box began sending electrical currents through my scalp, instantly untangling my hair.

Returning the bedroom in comfortable clothes, I see a strange-looking remote on the bed-side table. Intrigued, I begin pressing random buttons. As a result, the window showcasing the lights and building of the Capitol changes into different sceneries.

First, there was a city street filled with cheerful families walking together. After pressing a different button, a dry and deserted desert appeared on the screen.

Switching it once again, a scene showing several mountains peaking through behind a forest of trees. I felt a pulling-feeling in my chest. My throat also feeling slightly choked-up.

During the holidays, every year Taeyong would take me into the mountains of our district. He would pretend to be my knight in shining armor, while I was the princess in distress.  He'd never tell anyone, but sometimes it was even the other way around.

It's also where he taught me how to hunt and find my own food. How to determine between what is the good food and what is the not so very good food.

It was the only time I remember us ever truly being kids. Not soldiers, just a thirteen and seven year old exploring the big, exciting world together.

Then everything went to shit after Taeyong went to the games.  That year, the Gamemakers had chosen a forest for the terrain. However, it was filled with dangerous wild dogs, wolves, and spiders. The spiders had enhanced speed and were extremely venomous. However, the wild dogs were capable of changing their form and copying the voices of the tributes.

Because of this, the entire Career pack was slaughtered alive. Taeyong was the only one who managed to escape. Wounded and without supplies, a twelve year old boy from District 11 named Dong Sicheng had found and formed a alliance with him. Sicheng had shared all of his supplies and even nursed him back to health.

On the last day, they were approached by the last remaining tribute. Taeyong, spotted him and fired an arrow straight into his heart. As he turned around to check on Sicheng, he was met with the boy clutching a harpoon, longed deep in his chest.

Dong Sicheng slowly died in Taeyong's arms.

After the cannon went off, the Captitol announced over the speakers that Lee Taeyong of District 2 was the winner of the 64th Hunger Games.

No longer did he take me to the mountains. Honestly, we never did anything together. Since then, the closest I ever got to be to him was the one time when the rest of my family stood by him during his stop in District 2 during his press tour.

I've always wondered how he felt. Wondered if  he blames himself for what happened. However, I never wanted to intrude. It's not like I ever got the opportunity to ask him, anyways.

However, since I'm going in the games soon. I hope to eventually work up the courage to sit down and have a real talk with him. The real Taeyong, not the victor or mentor he acts like in front of everyone else.

I opened the door to see Doyoung, Renjun, and Taeyong sitting at the dining room table.

Once I sat down in the acid-green chair, Taeyong began talking, "The plan for tomorrow is the same for the both of you. You go to group training. Spend time practicing something your weakest at. Swing a mace. Throw a spear. Tie a decent knot. It doesn't really matter, just save showing off for the private session with the Gamemakers. Are we clear?"

Renjun and I both nod our heads at him.

"Well, have the two of you gotten to know any of the other tributes yet?" pries an interested Doyoung.

"I haven't. Although, Athena seems to be checking out the competition, already."  Renjun answers, nonchalantly.

"Wonderful!" Doyoung innocently chimed, "It's never too early to start considering possible alliances. Are you going to ask anyone to join the two of you?"

"Oh, we're not-" Renjun and I said at the same time. We're laughing as if he's said the funniest joke in the world.

"We've always maintained our own completely different strategies. Renjun prefers to be the predator. There's no doubt in my mind that if he does want to work with others, it'll end up being an alliance with the other Careers. " Renjun just silently nods in agreement.

"And what about you?" asked Doyoung.

"Let's just say I prefer not to walk around with a huge target on my head. I want to team up with someone well-liked, so we can get resources through sponsors." I explained.

"Like Na Jaemin?" sneers Renjun.

"You know people have been calling him the Prince of Panem. He's made quite the impression, already." Doyoung chimes, "And he's not the only one. People have been raving about you, Athena. They've even started calling you, the Golden Girl."

"That's good." Taeyong quietly adds to the conversion, "If you keep this up you'll get lots of sponsors."

Doyoung suddenly blurts, "In fact, most people think Jaemin and you would make a good couple."

At this remark, Taeyong drops his knife loudly on the table, while Renjun chokes on his drink. My mouth begins opening and closing like a fish, struggling to come up with a reply.

"We're done for tonight. You two should go to bed now." Taeyong orders, not hiding his agitation.

Quickly, we all return to our rooms. I crash on my bed and stare up at ceiling.

Jaemin and I as a couple?

Where did they even dream up that possibility from? I mean, we only had one barely two-minute conversation. People really do amaze me sometimes.

My thoughts are broken by a barely-there knock at my door. I groan and force myself off the bed.

I roll my eyes, before opening the door and saying, "Renjun, would you kindly please fuck off?"

However, the person standing there was definitely not Renjun. I tilt my chin up to see no other than Lee Taeyong, towering over me.

"Oh, sorry." I frown, embarrassed.

"Can I come in?" He politely asks me.

I step to the side and allow him inside. Once he's fully in, I closed the door behind him.

"Finally decided to talk to me, huh?"

He just stays silent, just letting me say whatever I please.

"You know, I thought you'd at least be happy for me. I mean, you of all people should know that this is the best thing that could ever happen to me." The emotions I've been holding in for the past 10 years are finally coming to the surface.

Taeyong looks at me with pity, "Athena, there are some things you don't know. Things that the school or our parents never taught us."

"What are you even talking about?" I pressure.

"After the games, you couldn't see me for a reason." He took a heavy breath, "Sometimes, if a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for money. It’s not just me either, the same thing happened to Finnick Odair a year later."

"What do you mean, 'buy'?" I swallow.

"For sex."

It’s quiet.

"I was given no choice. He said that he would kill both of our parents and even you if I didn't obey." His eyes begin tearing up, "Athena, you don't know how much I wanted to come see you and teach you things."

"Taeyong." I whimper.

I felt sick to my stomach. How could they do that to him? He was just a thirteen year old kid. Even worse, how could I let myself hate and be jealous of him, when all along he was the reason I was still even living?

"I know I'm a horrible brother, but please listen to me when I say the Capitol uses everyone, including you. You have been taught that this, the games, are normal and something to be proud of. You haven't even seen how horrible it is for the lower districts. They can barely make it through one day without starving. They have basically nothing, while the Capitol is feeding off them."

Anger rises up in me. I look around at all the expensive things in the room. Think about the large amount of fancy food I've consumed while in the Capitol. I'm furious, because I've been lied to and tricked. Furious for Taeyong and all the others the Capitol has taken advantage of.

I jump into my brothers arms and completely break down. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said Taeyong. It was stupid. I'm stupid."

"It's okay. You didn’t know." He shushes, while holding me.

“Listen to me. If you-“ he corrects himself, “When you win this thing, I’m not going to let him do anything to you, okay?”

“Taeyong, can I tell you something? I’ve just never got the chance to.” I ask.

He nods.

“What happened to Sicheng wasn’t your fault. You understand that, right?”

He painfully looks down at the floor, before slowly nodding.

“I’m serious, Taeyong. It’s not your fault.”

By the time he looks up, I am able to clearly see him. Underneath the years of pain, hidden away was a vulnerable boy. The tears come falling down his cheeks.

We spend the rest of the night talking about our past, telling stories. Both laughing and crying together.

My brother and I.

[fics-for-my-heart]

Soul Burn (p4)

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

Word count: 1408 

Warning: some swearing 

A/N: I’m so so so sorry it took so long to update I’ve been pretty busy at work lately and haven't had much of a chance to write. Hopefully the next part will be a little longer

Mastelist

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

“So, uh, what now?” You asked in a hushed tone, the two of you were toe to toe. Tom was busy trying to make sure he remembered exactly what your face looked like, while you were lost in his beautiful brown eyes.

“I’m not entirely sure?” He reluctantly pulled his eyes from yours, turning to the other three in the room for help.

“If you’d guys like, I can make reservations for dinner?” Ellen’s voice broke the silence.

Tom looked at you, wanting to go at your pace. “Sure, yeah. Dinner would be lovely.”

Ellen clapped her hands. “Awesome. I’ve already got contact information for you both, so I’ll send you the information once everything is settled. Now go get ready.” She spun on her toes, pulling her phone out as she exited the room.

You and Tom stood there a moment, a slight awkwardness in the air.

“Alright, Y/N. Let’s go get you ready.” Julie grabbed your arm, pulling you away from Tom, who looked a little sad to see you go.

Julie managed to wait till you guys got to your house to freak out. Mitch was already there, excited to know how the story has progressed. Your mind was still in a daze as you sat on the end of your bed, she was telling him what happened while also looking for something for you to wear.

“Y/N? You still with us?” Julie was currently in front of you, two dresses in her hands.

“Sorry, still processing everything.” You looked at the dresses, choosing the tea length off shoulder lilac one. After changing, Julie sat you down and did your hair and makeup.

Julie took a step back, admiring her work. "If he doesn't trip over how absolutely smoking you look right now, I'll show up and trip him myself because daaaaaamn mamma. I truly know how to work a makeup brush."

She was right. She went with a more nude look, so your face looked almost natural, with a hit of blush on the apples of your cheeks, and some light brown eyeshadow that really made your Y/E/C eyes pop. Your hair was curled and in a half up bun.

"Op." Julie said from behind you, "Finished just in time, your car is here." She walked you to the door. "Have fun. I'll stick around till you come back so I can get all the tea on the night." She kissed your cheek, shooing you out the door.

Ellen had made reservations for you and Tom at a local Italian place. When you arrived, you were ushered in the back door and to a private room. Tom was already seated, looking over the menu.

You cleared your throat a little, suddenly feeling all the nerves rushing back to you, and a phantom pain from where your burn once was. "Um, hi."

Tom's head shot up, eyes wide as he saw you, nerves taking over his body as well. He stood quickly, almost knocking his chair over as he made his way to you at the door. "Wow." Was all he could muster, earning a blush from you. "Wow." He extended a hand, leading you to your chair. "You look beautiful."

He pulled your chair out. "Thanks, and thank you. You do too. Well, handsome, you look handsome."

"I don't mind being called beautiful." He smiled as he sat across from you. Seeing you just as nervous as him made him feel a little better. He wasn't sure where to begin. It had been a while since he was rendered speechless. "So, what do you do?"

You looked at him over the menu before shrugging and holding it up. "Pretty sure you pick something from this book of food."

"Oh my. Oh my gosh I." He laughed, and it eventually over took his entire body, causing his eyes to crinkle and his entire mouth to be wide open.

After that, conversation came easy. The two of you had a lot of stuff in common, like having been in theater, and ballet. He loved the fact that you still participated in recitals from time to time, and that you were a huge nerd when it come to books and movies.

The easy flow of conversations made dinner go by a little faster than either of you wanted. "Would you like to take a walk?" Tom asked, wanting to spend as much time as he could with you.

"Sure, the park is almost always empty at this time. There's a good chance no one will see us."

He smiled, knowing and understanding that there was no way either of you were ready to go public about finding each other. It had only been a day.

You gave the gave the driver directions to the park, and sure enough, it was empty. The conversation was still flowing nicely, and eventually made its way to family.

"So, how many brothers do you have?" You asked, after telling him about your family.

He gave you a confused look. "Three. Harry and Sam are twins and then Paddy is the youngest. I post about them a lot when we are together. I'm surprised you didn't know that." His left, unruly brow was raised slightly.

You cringe. "Ha, well, honestly, I don't really know much about you. Julie is the one who keeps up with your social media the most. Also, I'v truly only seen the Marvel movies you've been in."

His body visibly relaxed as he laughed. "That's kinda awesome."

"What? Really?" Personally you thought it was a little awkward, being soulmates with a celebrity that you really didn't know much about.

"Yeah. Like even if you were a fan and knew a lot about me already it would be cool. But, since you don't know much, we are both in the same boat of getting to know one another." His smile caused his eyes to crinkle.

You wrapped your arm around his, taking a dramatic step forward. "In that case, tell me about your life Mr. Holland."

For the next twenty minutes, you listened, observed, and absorbed as much as you could. You listened to his stories about his siblings, about Harrison, and about landing the role as Peter Parker. The way his face lit up while he talked about all the things in his life that made him happy warmed you heart. You tried to file as much as you could away, like the way he gets excited and talks with his hands, and how when he mentions home you can almost feel the longing to be there in his voice.

In a way, you were happy that you got the opportunity to learn about him from him. Sure some of the stories he told you already knew from Julie, but others you were hearing for the first time. Like when he got stuck upside down while filming Infinity War, or how he accidentally ran through a wall on the set of Spider-Man 2.

By the time the two of you made it back to your house it was almost midnight. Tom opened the car door for you, and even walked you to your front door.

"Thank you." You said, suddenly shy. "Tonight was one of the best nights I've had in awhile."

His eyes were twinkling in the porch light. "Same. And I get to wear a Spiderman suit most days." His smile widened as you laughed. "Well, it's late. I should get going."

"Okay." You both just looked at each other for a moment. "Would you like to come over in the morning for breakfast?" He nodded, an almost boyish grin on his face. "Awesome, uh, 7:30ish?"

"I'll be here." He smiled, leaning in and kissing your cheek. There was a spark, almost like a shock, the moment his lips touched you. "Oops." He pulled away, putting a hand on his mouth as you touched your cheek.

"That was interesting." You rubbed the spot a moment, before you kissed his cheek, earning the same spark feeling.

"Woah." This time his hand was on his cheek. "That was wild."

“Very, but it was kinda nice? Almost like a second confirmation in a way?”

“Yeah. I guess the universe wants you stuck with me.” He smiled as he backed down the walk path. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Tom." Your hand found its way back to your face as you walked in the house. "Julie!!"

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