you don't stop fighting or the bad guys win

I am HUMAN and I need to be LOVED just like everybody else DOES

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wakingwanda:

“It’s okay,” she said. “I understand.” She reached out across the table and took hold of his hand. It was simply awful to see the sadness in his face, the abandonment and obvious longing for kinship that Wanda knew as well as anyone. Her desire for a traditional family was almost indescribable, for the only family she’d ever known was her brother. Yet in a world that had been so cruel and barren of love, she was lucky to have had Pietro. What did Tommy have? It pained her to even think about it. No child should have to feel unwanted.

In one dreamlike moment, a thought came to her. Maybe there was relation, or maybe there wasn’t. Wanda cared very little at this point. The only thing she knew for certain was that being there for Billy (and him likewise seeking her company) had been a downright consolation for her. It was one of the very few times in her life that she felt entirely useful, and almost light, relieved of her fears and anxieties of being evil. The very fact that Tommy had approached her was enough. And if she could offer him even a moments consolation, a moments love and reassurance, then it wouldn’t matter if any of these familial suspicions proved to be true. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Well, nonetheless,” she said, “You have us now. And I think there’s a lot of good in that.” 

Tommy didn’t know how to react, not to her kind words nor when she took hold of his hand. Most of his life had been devoid of even the smallest ounce of kindness. At some point he began to feel he deserved it, he though that something in him must have been inherently bad in him to make him be worthy of torture. It was the only way left to rationalize the terrible and unconscionable things he had been put through. These days he had come to realize that at some point he had also began to think of himself as undeserving of kindness.

Wanda was so kind though, and she seemed so sure of this. Billy was sure too, but it was easier to write him off. To Tommy Billy seemed so naive, almost like a little kid even though they were the same age. With Wanda it was different though. She was older than they were, and Tommy could from the look in her eyes that she wasn’t lying when she told him she understood. He hesitantly returned the squeeze she gave, scared that if he held to hard or for too long she’d disappear. “I.. thank you.”

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@wallxhugger @fastrthanyou

//Billy’s face when he finds out that Tommy got a boyfriend before him, though.

[fastrthanyou2]

tommy’s face tho

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@ishouldhaveaspellforthis @wakingwanda

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MUTATE || OPEN

The screeching sound of the caster’s voice caused the mutant to cringe. His entire body flexed with the unpleasant pull of the intercom. He dared to even say it annoyed him to a point of wanting to smash the nearest one but the scene would likely solicit a crowds of startled overseers and reacting teens that could possibly turn out to be detrimental to the boy and his guests. The shifting had increased over the last week and this time, it was more consistent. He could feel the difference in his physiological requirement and need. And currently, he was watching the world through an inverted perspective- the ceiling. The last wave of patrolling staff and their flock passed him. Once the coast was clear, his camouflage disengaged. Letting his feet release first, he braced for landing. Vic dropped, crouching down as he silenced the weight of the fall. By doing so, he reduced the likelihood of being heard and subsequently being seen. He arched his back as he stood on his toes and began to sprint for an exit. He let claws protract incase he needed to slice through. With a slight psychological adaption with all the shifts, he wasn’t his complete self. Vic fought between what he believed was right and the rise in hormones. As it were, reptiles had a higher level of testosterone and he was currently struggling with those fluctuations. 

“I can smell fresh air.” He snatched the IV catheter out of his right arm. He didn’t need any chances to get snagged.

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When the announcement first started Tommy barely even looked up, assuming it was some club meeting being moved or a lost item. It wasn’t until he heard Victor’s name that he started paying attention, and quickly he found himself getting furious at the loud speaker. So furious in fact the he hurled the book he had been reading straight through the speaker in his room as hard as he could, shattering the speaker and embedding the innocent hardcover in the wall behind it. Tommy wasn’t sticking around long enough for anyone to stop him though because as soon as he’d thrown the book he was tearing out of the dorm room he shared.

After the incident with Clan Akkaba Tommy had more or less memorized the school’s layout, and without anyone to fight or get in his way he could make his way through to school with extreme ease. From there it was just matter of finding Vic. He was starting to wonder if he’d be able to find the other boy in the school’s many halls. Then luck struck in it’s own way, as he nearly ran straight into the other as he prepared to make his way outside. There were less than three feet between them when the speedster finally got himself to a stop. “Not bad, Vic,” he commented on the other’s reptilian form. “Not bad at all.”

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wallxhugger:

Vic didn’t know what to make of the laughter. In fact, he solidified his cloak. He remained hidden for the duration of their encounter only to see himself sink further into a hunch. He could’ve bursted into tears by which even Tommy indicated otherwise. It was an adverse reaction that made him stumble. It was like he was stunned. His eyes roamed his lap before adverting to Tommy. Slowly, he came into view but it all started at his feet and worked upwards. “I, uh…” He chimed, trying together the right words and the proper response for Tommy. “I know, but…sometimes…you never really know how people would react.” Tommy, to Billy, was one of the cooler kids. He respected him and he slowly built a crush on the guy. But, that wasn’t something he was willing to admit, even if he was gushing normally in his presence. He smiled at Tommy and that was the most reassuring thing he could’ve given him. A tear or two dropped but he quickly shielded his eyes to wipe at them with his sleeve. He atleast had one friend who really liked him still. So, Tommy would be there through it all…and Vic was grateful. He needed friends like this. “But no matter what, Tommy, you’re awesome. Someone will accept you for that. And if they’ve got a problem, I’ll support you always.” 

Tommy was troubled as he watched Victor continue to hide himself, but he knew he couldn’t really do anything to stop him except try to make him comfortable enough to come back out. So when Victor started to undo his camouflage Tommy gave him a grin, hoping to encourage him. “Well now you do know,” he said simply. Tommy could tell exactly what Victor was doing when he hid his face, but he wasn’t going to call him on it, if Vic wanted to keep his crying secret then so be it. “And if anyone gives you any grief I’ll kick their teeth in.” Tommy didn’t view himself as someone who was very good or very capable of giving emotional support, even when he had just proven that idea wrong. Although it did occur to him the perhaps Victor was maybe less down with kicking some ass than Tommy. “Or not, you know, if you don’t want me to,” he clumsily added on.

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wakingwanda:

Wanda listened to the boy in complete silence. Though he and Billy were clearly twins, the witch had no trouble telling them apart. It seemed a natural difference, one that went well beyond the night-and-day variance of their hair. It was the eyes, mostly, that gave them away. Both telling such different stories. The only thing that shocked her, is how their paths had never made headway until now, especially with her affinity for his brother. “Well,” she said, after a pause, “It is odd, I must admit.” She absently toyed with the charm on her necklace, thinking his words through for a second time. She gazed at him, at this face that was so familiar to her and yet so different. Frankly, she had not been aware that Billy had a twin. He had never mentioned it to her before. 

The blond boy seemed to be onto something, though what exactly, Wanda had yet to piece together. But there was no discounting the oddness of the situation, and, after all, there was much about her life that was shrouded in mystery. 

Perhaps there was some relation, as Tommy had hinted. It was not that absurd of a thought. Though if this kinship was by blood or other-worldly devices, she knew not. Did that matter? It was evident the boy had worked up a lot of courage to evem bring this to her, and she found herself feeling a strange sense of pride, and of course the urge to soothe his worries. “I had… Well, I did think it was a little more than coincidence that Billy and I share almost identical powers,” she admits, hoping these words give him the reassurance he was looking for. The parallels between her and Billy were uncanny, if not entirely bizarre, and she’d have to be a total moron to deny the possibility of a connection. And of course, should she and Billy be…what? She couldn’t even begin to fathom the lineage; the very idea exhausted her tremendously. But having this tie to Billy, which she had long suspected, meant she was connected to Tommy, too. She continued to play with the delicate charm, the gold chain now taut around her neck. “You think we’re related.” she said, finally biting the bullet. “Well… Stranger things have happened. In my life especially. Dare I ask how you think we’re related? I’ve been trying to work it out in my head…” she offered the boy a soft, rallying smile. A smile that said, above all else, I believe you. “But with very little success.” 

He’d be lying if he said her silence didn’t worry him, but she did seem to be listening and she hadn’t told him to fuck off yet so he took that as a plus. He stayed silent as she responded to him, following the lead she had set. As she spoke he started to frown though, he didn’t have an answer to her question. “I don’t know. I didn’t even know about Billy until a few months ago. Our parents put me up for adoption and kept him.” He put on a smile then, hoping to distract from how much that hurt him. The pain was still clear in his eyes though as doubt began to swirl through his mind again. 

What was he even doing here, he started to wonder. When the Kaplans had given him away he’d only been a newborn, and when the Shepherds had signed him away to a life of torture he was still just a child. He was so young then, he was still good then. He was older now, he was broken now, tainted by all the terrible things both that had been done to him and that he had done. If two families could turn their backs on him when he was young and innocent, why would a third want him now that he was damaged goods? It was then that Tommy realized that despite still wearing that fake smile he had started to cry. “Sorry. Sorry. I got caught up in my head,” he said as he wiped at his damp eyes.

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moreweaponthangirl:

Klara frowned. “You do not like that,” she noted. “What did I say wrong?” It was exhausting trying to figure out all the rules for society that she didn’t know. Some made sense but she didn’t know what she’d done to upset Tommy.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he was quick to reassure her. “I think of you as.. sort of like the little sister I never had. Older siblings are supposed to protect the younger ones, not the other way around.”

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wallxhugger:

“Like me…like…what?” Vic was curious a moment, looking up and over at the speedster, worried someone might see Tommy and he worried more about how the other would come off than himself. It was a moment that he was more curious as to what Tommy had to say than his own confession and that made his heart sink even more. You know, the feeling when it feels like a heavy guttural emotion when your mind is going slower than your heart? Yeah, Vic was in that moment presently. “I…” He made eye contact. “There’s another secret. I’ve been dealing with it in private. Mister Beaubier is helping me out.” If that wasn’t context enough. “Some of the other staff has been trying to help me transition into these phases and…” He felt as if he could cry, he was so emotional. He just knew Tommy was going to hate him. But then, there was the hand-holding. His eyes welled, drifting down to his warm palm and his thumb felt out knuckles. It mate him feel…nervous. “I’m…” He huffed heavily as he let his eyes fall to his lap and his lips pushed forward. Slowly his body began to camouflage with their entire surrounding, including his face. Only thing remaining were his clothing. “gay.” He swallowed heavily and he knew instantly Tommy would forever dislike him and wish he’d never met him. At least, that was his past experience. His friends all become tighter while he was on the outs for rumor. He swallowed hard as he took his sleeves and brushed his eyes. No crying, Vic. 

Tommy waited silently while Victor got his confession out. Respecting the other as he worked through his confession. When the other finally got it out Tommy couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. It wasn’t cruel though, it was quiet and soft and relieved, accompanied by a warm smile that spread across his face. “Victor, my own twin brother is gay.” With the ease that Billy had handed out that information to Tommy when they had first met, the speedster would have thought things had changed more in the decade he’d been locked away. Tommy was just starting to think Billy had hit some sort of life lottery. “Even I’m.. ya know,” he trailed of because didn’t actually know the word to describe what he was, but he rocked his hand back and forth slowly to indicate he was so-so, something in-between gay and straight. “And in case that doesn’t make it clear enough. I would never hate you for being gay.” Tommy had been through so much pain in his life because of being hated for what he was. For a factor of himself that he could not change if he wanted to, how could Tommy hate someone else for something they couldn’t change either.

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moreweaponthangirl:

She nodded. Of course Tommy understood. He’d been there, placed in similarly horrific situations. No wonder he got her to pinky swear; he probably saw straight through her lie. “Okay. And I take care of you too, yes?”

“You can if you want to.” He was weary. She was younger than he was. it felt strange; maybe it was just a hold over from his past, but he didn’t want to be taken care of by someone he considered a younger sibling. “You shouldn’t feel obligated to help me.”

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wallxhugger:

Insert plenty of expletives, here. Vic looked over at him as he nipped on his bottom lip out of nervousness. His hand gripped the box and before he knew it, the candy had been compressed against the sides. “I’ll…um…oo. Is it getting hot out?” His eyes surfed every where, drawing into long gazes in every other direction besides. He found himself falling into Tommy’s side and confusion struck him. He quickly looked for the cause before noticing he was right upon him. Vic was quiet. Strangely. Vic was never quiet. His hands plucked at the paper until he freed the candy. “Well…” He stuffed his mouth with the wad of fruit chews. “I am glad you like…I mean…you want m-to be around me.” He cleared his throat before his eyes began to shift. They were now a brilliant grey with hues of green. Slits were now his pupils and he shook his head, hiding his face. “One sec.” He had to lean into Tommy more. “I…sorry.” He sat up. “You’ve know me for a little bit and I’ve been struggling with something. You probably will hate me for it. I just don’t really know how to say it or how to tell you…” 

“I do like you, Vic,” he corrected the other with noticeable confusion in his voice. He couldn’t wrap his head around why the other was acting so strange. At first Tommy wondered if he had gone to far when he’d touched the other. Tommy would have been more than able to understand that, most of the time he was fairly touch averse himself, but then Victor leaned into him and that but him back at square one. “It’s alright,” he said gently when the other sat back up. Tommy’s brow furrowed as Victor continued to speak, trying to figure out exactly what the other could mean. Tommy knew could be a pretty rude guy sometimes without even realizing it. He tried to rack his for a time he may have brushed off an interest or aspect of Victor carelessly but he couldn’t think of anything. Let alone anything that would have left Victor with the impression Tommy would hate him for it. “Vic I know I can be an ass but there really aren’t a lot of things I truly hate in this world. So what ever it is you can tell me.” He reached out, taking hold of the other’s hand. “You can trust me Victor, I swear.”

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@wakingwanda

Tommy had been trying to work up the courage to talk to Wanda for some time now. He’d thought about the subtle approach. Befriending her and then springing his suspicions on her, but that was too disingenuous for his taste. Felt too much like he would be lying and tricking her into talking to him. That left the direct approach as his only real option. So he had to wait for the right time.

He didn’t know what it was about today that stuck out to him, perhaps it was something in the air, but when he woke up he just felt that today was the day to talk to her. It seemed maybe his intuition was right when he happened upon her sitting alone. “So I’ve got this brother, twin brother actually,” he started as he took the seat across from her, charging into the conversation with all the subtlety of a freight train. “And he’s got hair like yours and he does magic while I go fast. That’s kind of funny right?” He kept his hands beneath the table, they were shaking something fierce at this point. They were the singular outward sign of how nervous he truly was, he refused to let his cool demeanor shake. It would be easy for her to reject him outright, he was going to humiliate himself any further than necessary if she did. 

“Maybe I’m just grasping at straws here,” he said with a shrug. In all honesty he was worried about that. What if he was just making this all up? What if he was just so desperate for a family, for any family that would take him, that he could imagine all these connections? He owed it to himself to try, at least that was the excuse he told himself. “But what do you think are the chances for two entirely unrelated sets of twins to develop the exact same mutations in the same way?”

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wallxhugger:

Vic avoided eye contact. The last thing he needed was for Tommy to see him a bit off his block and to see him off guard. At any point in time, he could blush. But that was if he wasn’t trying to portray being a bad ass and if he wasn’t the most talented actor in the Theatre Department. He inhaled slowly as he finally looked over at him and he couldn’t quite give him a response. He simply nodded. He was confident, to boot. And now the speedster was paying him compliment and reassuring him? Well, damn. What wasn’t to crush on. He cleared his throat before sticking a few more pieces of candy into his mouth and broke silence. “I appreciate you, dude.” He finally smiled before his shook his head. “But, I have to be safe and I have to be sure. I need to come to grips with this without the pressures of fitting in or scaring someone.” Vic nudged him with his shoulder and looked off in the distance. 

That word choice seemed odd to Tommy, even if he couldn’t quite place why. “I.. appreciate you too,” he responded, followed by a soft laugh. “Alright.” Tommy wasn’t going to fight him anymore than that. At The end of the day it was Victor’s choice, and at least the other boy had heard him out. “Well if you ever want someone to keep you company while you’re still hiding from the general public, you know where to find me.” He gave the other a big grin and, in an uncharacteristic display of physical affection, wrapped an arm around Vic's shoulder. “I’ve seen some pretty convincing Godzilla look a likes in my day. So I’d really like to see you try and scare me off.”

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moreweaponthangirl:

His comment startled her more than perhaps it should. “I am not used to people wanting that for me,” she said. Most people in her life had wanted her healthy only when it suited their wants. Not caring was almost a rebellious act for her. But no longer. “Okay.”

“I know the feeling.” He reached out then, placing his hand gingerly on her shoulder. “That’s why this is important to me. If.. if we do not take care of each other who will take care of us except for ourselves?”

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moreweaponthangirl:

Klara’s expression dropped as she saw how serious Tommy was about this promise. Biting the inside of her lip, she had to think for a second before she wrapped her finger around Tommy’s. “I pinky swear.” She didn’t want to lie to Tommy, and if this promise was as serious as he said, she probably shouldn’t. His comment made her smile a little and nod. “I did not think of that.”

“And I pinky swear,” he confirmed with a relieved smile. “All I want is for you to be safe Klara,” he said quietly, mostly commenting on her hesitation. “You need to take care of yourself. Even without me around to make you.”

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cxptdeadpool:

Normally Wade was out of his last class before the kids were even dismissed. After the second incident, he nearly lost a few kids from his class permanently. It wasn’t exactly enough to set him completely on the path of the greatest professor ever, but he was messing around less and actually trying to teach more. Rahne was right when she brought up the fact that him just being the way he was, the class would never chill. Wade didn’t care that the students all left him, it was his own fault.

“Please, please. Call me Mr. Pool.” he immediately reached out and put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “And by the way, I gotcha! This counts right?”

Tommy knew that Wade cared in his own way. He’d more than shown it when Tommy had had that meltdown before he’d left class. There was no doubt in Tommy’s mind that the teacher had to blame himself in some regard for letting his whole class skip out. Especially with Tommy having gotten his shit kicked in and having murdered a bunch of people, and apparently that Ophelia girl nearly dying too. “I just don’t want you feeling bad that I went out and got my dumb ass kicked, alright old man?” He reverted back to his more common rude way of speaking. Uncomfortable with showing genuine positive emotion towards him.

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moreweaponthangirl:

“Pinky… swear? What is this?” Klara stares at Tommy’s finger held out in front of her. She mimics him tentatively, holding out her pinky in a similar fashion. She bit her lip as he told her he didn’t understand. “I am sorry. If my English was better it would be more easy.”

“It’s the highest kind of promise someone can make. You can never break it,” he was deadly serious as he spoke, showing in his tone and his face. He wrapped his pinky around hers. “We wrap our fingers together and then we say that we both pinky swear.” In regards to her poor english he just shrugged. “Well it’s not like I’m out here trying to learn russian. So you’re doing better than me on the multilingual front, yeah?”

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moreweaponthangirl:

She was quiet for a moment before she nods. “Okay,” she lied, having no intention of keeping that promise. If it keeps him in good health, she’ll lie. “I do not want to go back,” she added, trying to explain her actions and why she’d told him. “I do not want to be their weapon. But I think sometimes if that is possible. Even if I stay.”

“You have to pinky swear!” He held out the aforementioned finger for her to wrap hers around. “I think we’re starting to lose each other in translation here,” he said softly as he tried to work out what she meant. “My noggin took a pretty bad beating today too. So that might be the issue.”