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[Michael Wilde]

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Mikey kept pacing, it wasn't like him to pace. At least he had taken it outdoors. He couldn't take another whole meal with that asshole. Another tense lunch where he was wolfing down food just because he didn't want to have to sit next to him and pretend any longer. Another lunch where Apollo's hand would shift ever so slightly to rest against Mikey's knee, or run the outter seam of his thigh, he couldn't take it anymore. It was so fucking confusing. He didn't even know if he liked it, didn't even know if he wanted it because it was just a hand on his body that seemed to want him, or if it was just because it was Apollo's hand. He was so fucking confused about everything, so he was outside, in the three feet of snow that seemed to blanket the grounds, waiting. Sissa would have to show up sooner or later.

The snow hid the bounding strides from him, and he had only turned just in time to see the arms fling about his person to catch and return the hug. He had outgrown her years ago, been taller than her by at least a foot for as long as he could remember, and yet she still managed to squeeze the air out of his lungs regardless, and so he squeezed her back, nestling his head into the curve of her neck, feeling somehow more sad now that she was here. Like he was finally allowed to feel the sad, hadn't even known he needed to until she had shown up. “Missed you too Sissa,” He admitted, letting her go slowly. He had always been closest with her out of all of his many siblings. “I got sleep.” he had, at least four hours...curtains pulled shut and everything, but that had only made it worse. Mikey took the bag without looking inside, this whole thing was really starting to get to him, and he didn't quite know how to handle it. Changing of things, the possibility of changing himself, he didn't know what to do with it all. His shoulders shrugged, he was grateful that she wasn't pushing him, wasn't making him talk, or trying to get him to confront things. “Can we just go?"

Mikey stuffed his hand into his pocket, thumb brushing over the bag with his other. He felt...guilty. Why did he feel guilty? That was strange wasn't it? It had to be. It felt wrong. Everything about what was happening felt wrong. He had been hoping that she would just whisk them away and he could drink himself into a coma, that was all that he really wanted after all. Or so he was going to keep telling himself. “I already told you everything, and I'm sure the elf told you even more. You probably know a lot more than I do by this point. I don't see how that can possibly be true.” He had heard it from Sissa, and normally that was the final push that he needed on any given subject, her telling him how things were going to be. Normally that was enough. He had even thought that he had seen for himself, and the Annie thing...but he just. Didn't know how to wrap his mind around it. “Why now,” he shrugged, “It's been six years and he's been fine. Why's he gone all weird now.” Not that weird was even the word that he was looking for. He was so damned frustrated that he was almost kicking snow.“If he was into dudes fine, but why did he have to stop being my friend Sissa? What did I do?”

Mikey wanted to tell himself that he'd always been more of a 'free love' sort of person. He didn't see what he did as cheating, or thought that he was unfaithful really, he just liked to think of it as spreading the love. People just tended to get touchy about it. He had dated a lot of people, most of the people here at school that were legal even, but not a guy. He'd never been into a guy, still wasn't into guys and he didn't like questioning that fact. But he had kissed Apollo, hadn't he? That last time that the boy had cornered him on the way out of the showers, he had kissed him back and it hadn't repulsed him like he thought that it might have. He had even tried to see if kissing another guy had been something that he might be into, just another venue for love to grow and it wasn't. It hadn't been like kissing Apollo. Sissa had already said that he could be into just the one guy, that it was a thing. It was just...all so very confusing.

Mikey was allowing himself to be lead over to the bench, but didn't realize that he had sat down, or that Sissa had knocked all the snow from the perch like the good sister that she was. His head feel forward, his shoulders rounded. He didn't like being confused. Obviously. “Who said he was into other dudes?” Well nobody, specifically, wasn't that just how it was supposed to work? That was where he was having such an issue. And even more, why was he constantly trying to make him jealous with Annie of all people? Why would he be jealous of Annie? “I mean shit Mikey, you would be the one to turn a straight guy,” He cracked half of a broken smile then, snorting in dubious laughter, “I am pretty,” he tried, but it didn't have the same gusto that it would have otherwise. His head finally inclining toward her fingers. “Have you even seen him with another guy? Or show interest in another guy?” He shook his head softly, “No, I don't think so...” would he have noticed? Apollo was always with girls, getting girls with him, bringing back more than one to the dorm, and he wasn't exactly hard to look at, if he had wanted a man, any man, he would have gotten him. Would have brought them back to the dorm, Mikey would have heard. Instead of, whatever it was going on. “No. I haven't.”

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S tatus: Done
T Mikey/Sissa
O utfit: idk. something.
N otes: October, 7th year
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Daniella Wilde]

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TALK TO ME, I'LL DO WHAT YOU CHOOSE- I WANT YOU TO

tell mama all about it, tell mama what you need, tell mama what you want

AND I'LL MAKE EVERYTHING ALRIGHT. 

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B reaking any of her three younger siblings from the castle for any number of 'family emergencies' wasn't as out of the ordinary as it probably should have been given her job in the ministry. The school just made it so easy for her to do it, and it wasn't as if it were an every weekend thing. Just when a new movie that they needed to see as a family came out- or when one of them was stretched to the point of breaking. Their mental and emotional health came first- always that first. They could make up tests and she could pretend, albeit not that well, that they actually managed to study at her house. It wasn't like any of them were failing- not like they wouldn't graduate. So she sprang them occasionally. So what? That's what having older siblings were for. And Mikey... Mikey needed her right now. How was she supposed to fucking say no to that? She wasn't. She wouldn't. She had already written the school, intoning something about how the Twins hadn't been as close to their Aunt Clary, and the woman had always had a particular fondness for Mikey over them anyways. Not that she had to fucking explain herself when it came down to it, but covering all of her bases was something she usually excelled at. She knew that the headmistress might be suspicious regardless of all of that though, knew that she might write to Pops and try and verify the story- but that would be a waste of parchment on her part, just as it had in the past when she'd done the same. They were Wildes... covering for one another was ingrained so deeply into them it didn't matter if they'd been asked or not- they just did. And Pops certainly wasn't going to question Dani's decision to take Mikey out for a weekend of all things. The only one who even might have been able to question the validity of the excuse she was using would have been the auror who met her when she got there- her 'escort'. Fat fucking chance of that, she knew Greg, had sympathized with him when he'd been assigned to the castle. So after a few good-natured quips and rolling of his eyes once he heard her reason for being there she'd been waved through to go find him herself. Lunch. Which meant she'd be going to the Great Hall or some shit, which was fine. She could side eye Apollo, cuff him a time or two, and see Annie and the twins before they took off. She could be okay with that. Might have even been looking forward to her hand upside the back of Apollo's head just a little too much. Drama, drama- this school was allllways full of it. Worse than the damn office.

Well.. No, it was definitely worse. Her long legs were practically skipping, the rolled brown bag in her hands swinging back and forth as she rounded the familiar corners of the school- traveling pathways she was well and done shot of... except for when she you know, came to bust out a kid. Which.. was now, she guessed, soft soles of her boots registering the change in stone as she passed out the arches and into the courtyard, almost skirting the figure that was pacing back and forth in order to get through to the Great Hall quicker. Only she knew those curls better than she knew her own damn hair. What she didn't know were the bags under his eyes, or they way his cheeks seemed hollow despite the fact that he was a big fucking human. What she didn't know was the way his shoulders were rounded forward, holding him in instead of thrown back with the assertion he normally carried himself with. Didn't know and didn't like. Her steps were quick, practically launching herself at his form as he turned to fully face her, her arms wrapping around his middle and pulling him so tightly into her that she could actually feel the air give out of his lungs. Not out of the ordinary really, because FUCK if she didn't miss her boys when they were locked up here all year round- didn't always feel the need to break their ribs when she saw them. Her pulling back like she did though, both her hands going up to grab at his cheeks and pulling his face down until their foreheads were touching- her own lips pulled in a slight frown- was. “I missed the fuck outta you kid. You didn't have to wait up all damn night you know, you coulda napped or something.”


“Missed you too Sissa,” Damn straight he had. That was just the way it was supposed to work... “I got sleep.” Although she couldn't help but snort at this declaration, eyebrows raising as if to show just how much she believed that. “Yeah, sure, sure. That's fine. I have a whole living room of blankets and pillows ready for your ass, and enough rum to knock you on your ass. You'll be sleeping at least.” Another critical perusal of his person as her lips pulled even more, eyes narrowing. Like a fucking joke, she'd heard what was going on from both he and Annie now, but that sure as hell didn't make anything more clear- even if Annie had shed light on some things, she knew about as much as the giant lug in front of her did. The only person who seemed to know more had only responded to her owl with a 'thanks for the concern' which was just fucking... Well it didn't fucking matter. Basically. She would be kicking ass. Basically. Her form swooped down suddenly, hands leaving his face before she popped back up with the rolled paper sack in hand- brandishing it out before her with a smile. “Foods.” Good foods. Not that the school didn't have good food- they just didn't have muggle food- which meant none of the best sorts of snacks. Which was a damn shame. “Now am I kicking ass today or are we making a dash for it babes?”


She didn't like that- the way he didn't seem excited about the assortment of treats she'd brought. The fact that he hadn't cracked a single fucking joke or inappropriate comment. “Can we just go?” Her sigh was just barely audible, eyes rolling to behind him to make sure they really were alone before shaking her head to the side just slightly. “Sure.” One eyebrow raising as she looked back up to his face. “As soon as you finish telling me what's going on. ”I already told you everything, and I'm sure the elf told you even more. You probably know a lot more than I do by this point,” Not really, not much more than he had, other than to tell her that Apollo was definitely interested in Mikey as more than a friend and to be annoyingly fucking evasive about anything else. Talk about making no goddamned sense. Dani wasn't used to any of the kids keeping things from her- and with this on top of the twins being fucking evasive about their shared relationship for the fucking longest... She was worried. She was worried for her oldest baby in front of her, worried with how he was responding to something that on paper didn't seem like that big of a deal. Worried about the fact that even Annie was keeping secrets from her now. Just fucking worried. “Not really, Annie only said that I was right about what Apollo wanted. But I already told you that so.” Still trying to be flippant, her hands going up to fix the shirt over his chest. “I'm always fucking right. Dick up- you aren't acting like it's nothing. What's getting you so twisted?””


“I don't see how that can possibly be true.” Her heart constricted in her chest, fingers falling away from twitching the fabric of his shirt into better placement, giving up on the distraction as his voice- the way he said it, the tone of voice he used, registered more with her than the words themselves. She'd tried, tried her damndest, when the boys were growing up to instill them with all the self-worth and confidence that she could manage. Like suits of armor for them to wear when she couldn't be there to oversee their lives, when she wasn't at home or when they came to the school. She hadn't ever wanted them to question just how important, or how worth it they really were. Hadn't wanted them to ever question themselves like that. Any maybe she'd gone a bit too far with that, she'd had Matty tell her often enough that the three youngest were too self-important, but there was a point to that- there was reason behind it. If they were a little full of themselves it was because they had every right to be so. Her boys were something special. And they should have always felt it. Not ever questioned it or fucking looked like Mikey did in front of her now. Not with his head hanging like that when he shrugged his shoulders. He didn't see it. Couldn't possibly fucking fathom Apollo wanting him despite the fact that Mike, as a general fucking rule, nearly always suspected people of wanting him. Which meant that fucking Apollo must've said or done something that made him question it. Unfuckingacceptable. “Why now? It's been six years and he's been fine. Why's he gone all weird now.” It was Dani's turn to shrug, her hands lifting again, this time going to pull at one of his, leading him over to one of the stone benches that frequented the courtyard and curling herself up on it, tugging on his hand to indicate he needed to sit as well. “If he was into dudes fine, but why did he have to stop being my friend Sissa? What did I do?” By the time he'd sat down, shoulders rolling inwards still she had scooted over more towards his side of the bench, turning her body so that she was facing him fully and crossing her legs in front of her. “Who said he was into other dudes?” Her question was phrased slowly, watching the lines in his face as one of her arms extended to press into the hair at the back of his head, pulling gently on the curls there. “I mean shit Mikey, you would be the one to turn a straight guy,” more serious than the words would have been in a different scenario, her fingers kneading as she paused. “Have you even seen him with another guy? Or show interest in another guy?” Because Mikey wouldn't have missed that, even if he missed Apollo's interest in him.




TAGGED: Baby boo, honey child, sweetheart, love
OUTFIT: asdfadsfadfa
WORDS: numbers here.
NOTES: no. nope. nah. 
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: abbi, or mrs.sherlock holmes @ atf!

[Michael Wilde]

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“Duck. It was a duck, not a turkey. He could understand that. Well, understand it well enough for a bird metaphor. He wasn't entirely stupid after all. “Yeah, He has....” Which was true, Apollo had kissed him, more than once, been rather aggressive about it too. Not that he was surprised about the aggression, he hadn't ever seen Apollo be tender, not really. “A couple times now...does he just wanna....” he eyed her sideways, she knew he was active, hyperactive even, but he hadn't talked about it quite so openly with her before, “Does he just wanna bone or does he want me?” He didn't want to fuck Apollo, he didn't really. Not in the way that the two of them had always had sex for sport. He didn't want to fuck him and leave him, so obviously a relationship was out of the question. Those never lasted.

““I think if he just wanted to bone he'd've tried working his way into that ass already don't you?” That was the problem. He didn't know if he was trying to do that or not. Mikey had always stopped him, every time. Each kiss, and he had been the one to physically throw him out of the bed, who knows where things would have went had he not done that? “He has...” Would they have had sex? However that would have even worked? He didn't know the mechanics of it all, he supposed he could ask Joel, or Reg, he hadn't seen either of them with a girl in awhile. It was all just so fucking complicated. Did the idea of being with Apollo freak him out? No, not anymore, not really...it had been a slow workup after all. He just...well he just wanted to be able to talk to him again. In as much as them being near one another grunting insults was them talking. It was enough for him, Apollo was the only person outside of his family that he even attempted to talk to. “What do you want him to want kiddo?” He nudged her with his shoulder, “Don't call me Kiddo, I'm not a child” but he grinned anyway. “I dunno...I just, want to talk to him again.”

““So... maybe talk to him babes. Like. Sit him down or something. I know you said it wasn't that easy but it's been a few days yeah?” Sit him down. Talk to him. Like he was going to be about to do that. Apollo was stubborn, and he wouldn't be spoken to unless he felt like it was on his terms. Besides, he wasn't about to go pleading to talk or anything, that would be the day. He scoffed, no, absolutely not. That was the most insane thing that Sissa could have suggested. 'not that easy' was putting it very lightly. “Babes is just as bad. I'm not a baby,” he put belligerently, sounding very much like a child. He was kicking at the dirt, she was going to be mad about what he said next, given that it had taken so long to tell her and he didn't want to hear it. “It's been more than a few days...been like this since last year...”

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S tatus: Done
T Mikey/Sissa
O utfit: idk. something.
N otes: October, 7th year
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Daniella Wilde]

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TALK TO ME, I'LL DO WHAT YOU CHOOSE- I WANT YOU TO

tell mama all about it, tell mama what you need, tell mama what you want

AND I'LL MAKE EVERYTHING ALRIGHT. 

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"Y eah, He has....” Well there he went then, it was pretty fucking simple when you put it all out on the table like th- “A couple times now...does he just wanna....” A couple of times? This was the problem about him getting a fucking education and not sharing the same dorm as his brothers- shit got left out of reports too often. He'd said he'd kissed him once. Once was questionable. A couple of times was- well it was a couple of fucking times which meant it wasn't accidental and was obviously very much planned- or no, not planned. Fucking hell that was hard to wrap her head around. It just meant that obviously it wasn't a game, or experimentation. For Apollo anyways. Just because she thought that Mikey might return the – whatever this was- in some way or another didn't mean he did. Did it bother her if he did? No, Mikey could go hump a damned octopus and she'd still maintain that he had the fucking capability, not to mention the right, to choose for himself what he wanted out of life. Nevermind that if he was humping aquatic creatures she'd be having a totally fucking different conversation with him right now. If he wanted to be with Apollo, then he could be with Apollo. There wasn't any reason for that to be an issue- it was just different. “Does he just wanna bone or does he want me?” The barest flicker of surprise on her face before she shrugged. “I think if he just wanted to bone he'd've tried working his way into that ass already don't you?” A raised brow as she absolutely refused to let that imagery register in her mind's eye. “What do you want him to want kiddo?”

“Don't call me Kiddo, I'm not a child” There we went, that grin, the dimples on the sides of his lips- she got what she'd been aiming for, her own cheeks creasing with the result, despite the raised brow she shot him at his words. He was still a child, would be a child until... well she wasn't sure when that cutoff date fucking was but she'd know it when she saw it. “I dunno...I just, want to talk to him again.” Clusterfuck. Galaxia was a clusterfuck. She wouldn't go back to school- to the age that her boys were at now- for all the fucking galleons in the world. Well... maybe for all the galleons she'd reconsider, but really. The emotional tumult of being a teenager wasn't what she was made for. The drama, the frequent changes. She liked change, and she liked adventure- but they were two different things out there in the real world, outside of these walls. Seeing that look on her Mikey's face and hearing him talk like that just set it home for her. But he only had the rest of this year, and the twins only one more after this. And then they were done with this school... for at least as long as it took all those damn kids to turn eleven. Shit. That was neither here or now though, her fingers pausing in their brushing against his curls as she tried to find the right words. Apollo had been his friend- well basically since they'd started here. Mikey had plenty of friends, she knew he did, knew he was well-liked- she heard about it often enough. But that wasn't the same. Wasn't the same as having people genuinely like you for you and who you could be your fucking self around. “So... maybe talk to him babes. Like. Sit him down or something. I know you said it wasn't that easy but it's been a few days yeah?” Maybe if he just beat the shit out of him... it worked for them, in their family. When there was a serious fucking argument there were fists and nails and kicks and all kinds of blows involved. Made it easier to talk about it afterward. Maybe she needed to suggest that, only- she didn't doubt Mikey having already considered it. And there had to be a reason he hadn't. Or something. Damn. Relationships weren't her expertise. She could count the number of friends outside her family on her one hand- and then those that could be were so much fucking like her in her way of thinking, or at least accepting of it, that it didn't matter anyways.





TAGGED: Baby boo, honey child, sweetheart, love
OUTFIT: asdfadsfadfa
WORDS: numbers here.
NOTES: no. nope. nah. 
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: abbi, or mrs.sherlock holmes @ atf!

[Michael Wilde]

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It wasn't easy for him, talking about feelings. Even with his sister. He knew he was safe to, no matter what...she was of course, the only one that he was able to talk to about...another boy, like this. It was confusing and he wasn't sure that he wanted to understand. Apollo wasn't like the others he had dated, even if he was a female. Mikey dated, a lot, serial dated really. A week here, a month there. He felt very easily, very easily, committed fast and easily and generally, at the first sign of trouble, he bailed, or they broke up, or he found somebody else. He wasn't the sort of person who just assumed that someday he would be married, or that he would have tons of kids. There were enough kids in the family already. He didn't think about his future that way. Even if Apollo was interested in him, the way that Sissa was implying, it wouldn't last, things with Mikey never lasted. Then, he would have missed out on his best friend, they would be done with. Sore implied butt, for no reason. If he didn't give in to whatever it was that Apollo was apparently wanting from him – he was still going to lose his best friend. Apollo was making that fairly clear. Uncertainty and hesitation were posing a strong battle inside of him, contradicting everything else about him. “I think if he just wanted to bone he'd've tried working his way into that ass already don't you?” Mikey scoffed, but didn't quite manage to smile. “I am capable of saying 'no' to sex,” but just....not often. Even less often did he want to say no. He was almost always raring to go. Which was why Sissa sent him protection so often, and taught him birth control spells back in second year. Preemptive, then, but they served him well. “So... maybe talk to him babes. Like. Sit him down or something. I know you said it wasn't that easy but it's been a few days yeah?” Few days since all of this started? No, it had been much longer than just a few days. Been at least since he had managed to talk to the boy...a week since he had shouted at him. He was just ready for it to be over, wherever the chips fell, they fell. “Sitting him down, is going to be a non-ability. He doesn't want to sit down, he's not saying a damn thing to me...just, doing weird things...” Things like watching him while he was....alone, with himself. Kissing Annie on purpose, whenever he knew that Mikey was watching, leaving the curtains open on his bed, among other things.

Not that he was going to tell Sissa about all of that. She didn't need the...details. Nothing that was going to paint a picture in her head because that was crossing a line and they both knew that. They were open with one another, but there was a line neither had crossed, if they could help it. This whole thing kept echoing felt, not childish but he couldn't think of another word for it. His shoe displacing the pebbles, kicking them along the way ahead of him. “Just need to ahead a bit, to where this is over, and there is a resolution already. Got a time machine handy?” His tone was far more solemn than the words might otherwise imply. His hands knotting into fists and pushing into his stomach, “it hurts, like I have something sour, like whenever Matty paid me to drink all that rotten milk for no reason...” His nose scrunched, he didn't know how else to explain it. “All of the time,” his hands dropped, “He's a dude.” the same very thing kept echoing in his head over and over again. Mikey had always identified himself as heterosexual and that was that. It wasn't a house thing or a family thing, he just liked girls. All kinds of girls, all girls, curves and soft bits. Squishy bits and boobs, Men didn't have boobs. Those that did, he absolutely didn't have any interest in. He knew she was saying it could just be Apollo, but it still didn't make any sense.

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S tatus: Done
T Mikey/Sissa
O utfit: idk. something.
N otes: October, 7th year
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Daniella Wilde]

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TALK TO ME, I'LL DO WHAT YOU CHOOSE- I WANT YOU TO

tell mama all about it, tell mama what you need, tell mama what you want

AND I'LL MAKE EVERYTHING ALRIGHT. 

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"S he wanted to pull Mikey down to her level and explain to him in a way that made sense, dissect the little parts of his brain that were keeping the both of them from understanding just what it was that was going on and what Mikey actually wanted from it. She wanted to grab his cheeks and tell him that no matter where this went or how it went he would still be okay and happy and that it wouldn’t change anything but she didn’t lie to her babies. She had never outright lied to her babies. She wasn’t- that wasn’t what this was built off of, wasn’t how she handled things. She could promise him that it would come out in the end and be done with somehow. She could promise him that no matter what she was always going to love him and he was always going to be her baby. She could even promise that the family would be there for him one way or another and know in full that all of those promises were ones that could be kept without any shadow of a doubt. She didn’t break her promises. Not ever. And she never would- especially with Mikey. Especially with Mikey. Her fingers curled and uncurled, lips lifting slightly despite the fact that his really didn’t. But that was okay. Because if she knew anything- she knew Mikey. “I am capable of saying 'no' to sex.” It was her turn to snort- looking to him with one raised brow. That wasn’t the question. Mikey was capable of saying a good many things. However, whether he actually did say them and whether he actually did stick to the follow through of what he said were two totally equal but separate issues. She, for the time being, left it with a look though, her lips pulling just slightly as she tried to make sense of what was going on in her own head. Because again, fuck all of her channels of information and what she thought she knew, apparently there was more going down than she had been previously fucking been informed of. She was getting too old for this shit, keeping up with things and knowing what the fuck it was that her ass was supposed to do to sort it all out. “Sitting him down, is going to be a non-ability. He doesn't want to sit down, he's not saying a damn thing to me...just, doing weird things...” Because that? That told her absofuckinglutely nothing. “Baby,” her head tilting to the side in question. She needed more than that, and he had to know that.

Her fingers shifted- “You gotta gimmee something more Mikey.” Her hands shifting again, grabbing one of his between the both of her own and pulling it closer to her- and thereby him.

Her heels dug into the gravel, calves tightening to keep her balance from being overthrown. “Just need to ahead a bit, to where this is over, and there is a resolution already. Got a time machine handy?” A time machine? No, but she did have access to a couple of time turners. At least- she knew where they were kept and could probably, with little difficulty, lift them from their keepers’ place and get one or two to him. But that- that sounded like a headline in the making. “it hurts, like I have something sour, like whenever Matty paid me to drink all that rotten milk for no reason...” Her thumb brushed over the back of his hand, pad pressing into his knuckles with a silent show of support. Hurt- all of her babies had seen enough of it already, seeing them going through anything more than the average growing pains- like tooth aches and general unwell sickness… well even those were hard but she was used to those and she could field those. Cold wet washcloths, medicines, and any number of distractions. You couldn’t distract from this kind of thing- no amount of movies or alcohol or food that she plied him with this weekend was going to make him forget or feel it any less and that just made everything about this… different. “All of the time.” Her gaze shifted from his profile out to the night in front of them- picking out shadowy shapes a little further out. “He's a dude.” Her lips pulled to the side a little, shoulders rolling up towards her ears before they fell back again. He was a dude. “Is that the only problem you have with it though? If he had a pair of tits and ass that pushed out right- would that make a difference?” Honestly curious. Because she didn’t know how else to ask him- or what to ask him that made any kind of fucking sense. “It’s only about what you want Mikey. Not what he wants or what anyone else fucking wants in this situation. Find out what you want outs of it and then go from there babes.” And, were she not now restricted from ever again using obliviate without express permission from the Ministry because of that one incident, she would offer to obliviate the lot of them for him.



TAGGED: Baby boo, honey child, sweetheart, love
OUTFIT: asdfadsfadfa
WORDS: numbers here.
NOTES: no. nope. nah. 
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: abbi, or mrs.sherlock holmes @ atf!

[Michael Wilde]

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"Is that the only problem you have with it though?” He could feel something weird, turning in the pit of his stomach. Like he had been punched in the gut and it was about to make his eyes water. Mikey didn't cry, not really, not ever. Not whenever he had broken his collarbone – which was one of the hardest breaks to heal, not whenever that stupid baseball movie Sissa brought home ended so shittily, or anything. He didn't mourn the look of a broken heart or any other nonsense...but if he were this would have been the time. Maybe he was. He really had no idea, he didn't think this was crying but whatever this was, in his throat, it was making it very hard to speak properly. He'd seen Annie crying enough times to know – this couldn't be crying, obstinante as he kicked at the dirt. No, he wouldn't cry over something so very very stupid. But was it stupid? Did the only issue that he have with any of this – simply to do with penis? He had a penis. He knew Penis' so that couldn't be it. Only, he didn't want penis. Not like that. He never stared too long in the locker rooms or wanted to put them in his mouth. Sure, he and all the brothers had joked about this sort of stuff, and Pops had always said that there were enough boys in the family that at least one of them was going to turn out to be gay, he had just always assumed that it was going to be Chrissy. Or Aubrey. Aubrey never talked about girls, and Chrissy always talked about girls. Too much extreme on either side, he thought anyway. Mikey knew that he liked girls too much to be gay. He couldn't give that up. Too soft, too warm....”If he had a pair of tits and ass that pushed out right- would that make a difference?” A weak smile was all he could manage. That was a mental image.

Apollo, dressed in those skirts he had seen Annie altering time and time again, flat chested bimbo with a Pixie cut, decent ass...he did have one of those. Not that he had been looking. Mikey just, looked at everybody and their parts. It wasn't specific. Should it have been? Was he just lying to himself this whole time? No way. “It’s only about what you want Mikey. Not what he wants or what anyone else fucking wants in this situation. Find out what you want outs of it and then go from there babes.”It made sense, whenever she said it like that. He knew it was true, but it wasn't easy as all of that, was it. Wasn't so simple as just looking at him and being like 'yeah, this, this is what I want' but it hadn't been bad whenever they had kissed..and that night, in the dorm alone, hadn't been...bad even with the horrible things that he had said and still, Apollo hadn't left. He knew that Apollo was still fucking around because Mikey had seen him, Apollo clearly wanted to be seen. Even Mikey could see that. That was the sort of thing that he should have told Sissa, and she was standing right there. He could tell her, but the words weren't coming out. His mouth was a useless hole. Slack jawed and useless. Turning as they meandered aimlessly around the grounds to walk backward and face her he shrugged. He didn't have an answer for her question. He just, didn't. He didn't have a female 'type' so attributing female aspects to Apollo's masculine frame wasn't going to help anything. “You know, he wouldn't have anything in the way of tits,” dry, void of any humor but it was something. At least it was words.

It didn't even occur to him to ask her how she was doing, or how she had managed to get here because he was far too self involved. He didn't know if it was going to get her into trouble and he didn't care. He needed her, so she was here. That was the extent of his thought process on the matter. “Can we just drink until I'm even more stupid?” Avoiding the issue, she would know, and she would let him get away with it too. His brows lifted and his face lit up, he was still technically underage...well, by muggle standards, but he wasn't going to use that logic. “Bet I can still eat more sau-” and he paused, his face scrunching. “No Sausage.” he paused a beat. “Or bananas...”

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S tatus: Done
T Mikey/Sissa
O utfit: idk. something.
N otes: October, 7th year
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Daniella Wilde]

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TALK TO ME, I'LL DO WHAT YOU CHOOSE- I WANT YOU TO

tell mama all about it, tell mama what you need, tell mama what you want

AND I'LL MAKE EVERYTHING ALRIGHT. 

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N othing she was saying was getting much of a reaction- at least not in the sense she was aiming for. Still too morose, like there was no cheering him up and she didn’t accept that as an option. Didn’t believe for one second that she couldn’t at least, in some way however marginal, help him through this and out the other side. Help him make a decision or even just take his mind off of it for a few minutes. If she needed to take him out for a full week and make some damned stupid excuse that the school may not even buy and got herself into trouble she could do it- take him to her apartment and square him away, make her excuses to Chrissy and Aubrey about how she couldn’t have the kid at her place at all this week and pump Mikey full of alcohol and home cooked food and lots of hugs. She would move the entire fucking entertainment system in to her damn bedroom and set up camp in that over large fucking bed she’d gone and bought from that way too fucking high end store because fucking Gigi and her stupid shit that day and sitting on the damn thing to ‘try it out.’ Whatever. Put Mikey in it with her million and three pillows and make sure he had blankie and fucks sake knew he had enough comfortable clothes stashed at her flat. Just the two of them. For as long as she could manage. Pump some therapy into him. Get his head right. Something. Something. Anything. Anything to wipe that look off of his face and turn that thing he had on his lips that didn’t sit right into the smirk she could see it as it should have been. She hadn’t spent years building her babies up to see it torn down like this. Mikey was very much her child. In every way that counted. Hers. Her baby. Could have passed as such if she were just a few years older. She was well aware that she was only a little over nine years his senior and that it didn’t make any kind of sense for her to actually physically have birthed him. And obviously she hadn’t. Obviously. But she had done more than that. Wasn’t some brood mare that had spit him out of her cavernous fucking vagina and run off into the sunset with no warning. She’d been there for every nightmare and every snotty nose. Done his laundry and taught him how to put it on besides. Fed, bathed, and clothed him. Taught him how to brush his teeth and how to properly wipe his ass so she didn’t have to keep throwing out that underwear. She’d been the one he’d come to with his various cuts, bumps, breaks, and bruises. She’d been the one to talk him through the death of that stupid fucking frog he’d managed to catch when he was like four, only to have Aaron aaccidentallyslam it in a door.

She was the one who had raised him.

Her baby. And here she was, trying to walk him through a minefield she didn’t fucking understand herself. She didn’t do relationships. Not really. Didn’t have time for them, never really had. She had short ones. And ones she’d try out from time to time- because you never knew and she liked to think she wasn’t going to be a bitter old hag who passed shit up just because of negativity. She’d loved. Been in love even. Not that earth shattering throw your heart at a man’s feet and have it shattered kind, not really- the only one that came close to that hadn’t been with a man and while her heart had shattered she still had Gigi. Who, ironically, had been her bestfriend as well … Although. Truthfully. Their transition had been a lot easier than all of this. Nothing much had changed. They were still best friends. They still got on the same as always. There was just a new aspect to it. A new layer or some shit. And excellent, excellent sex. With lots of multiple orgasms… Not something she’d be telling Mikey now though, at least not that part. “You know, he wouldn't have anything in the way of tits,” She didn’t have to fake the laugh that fell from her lips, eyes rolling- because he wouldn’t. Skinny little boy. He was fit and all, obviously kept in shape- she wasn’t blind. But that boy, she could snap boys like that in half with one of her damn thighs. No real meat on them. “Nope, no tits. Probably those concave sort, you know with the really wide valley between? More nipple than tit.” A twist of her lips to indicate how attractive that was before she angled the both of their bodies, turning them so that they could pass the wall that took them away from the courtyard, out towards the grounds. Couldn’t, after all, very well apparate while still on school grounds. Fuck she was going to have to call in some large fucking favors. She had the excuse ready for the headmistress and everything but she knew good and damn well this was not how things were done. Have to write the twins too and make sure they knew the cover story. And promise them shit of their own for not getting them out too because she very much fucking doubted that they knew. Shit. Her fingers pushed into his palm, rubbing circles with her thumb into the back of his hand as they moved through the grounds towards the gates.

At least she’d fucking called in her favor with the auror working this shit already. Being stopped and questioned was not on her list of shit to deal with.“Can we just drink until I'm even more stupid?” A snort this time, her fingers pinching at the skin they were rubbing with a side-eyed half-assed glare. “You are not stupid. You are never stupid. Ever. Unless I’m telling you you are. Fuck it’s like I have to beat everything into you.” Teasing as she bumped her hip against his looking over towards the gate approaching and almost snorting at him not having noticed where she was heading him off to yet. Mikey was smart, he was just… dense about a lot of things. Spent too much time in his own head or something but that was fine because it was a perfect head to be in. “Bet I can still eat more sau-” Head tilting up with the question clear on her face, though he wasn’t long in clearing up. “No Sausag. Or bananas...” She wasn’t going to laugh. She really wasn’t. No. She was just going to let that smooth itself over and not comment. She was just grinning a little too maniacally- nudging him with her hip again, though this time nodding towards the gate they were approaching and removing one hand from atop his to throw a jaunty wave towards the person several yards down it- Greg’s own wave back all she needed before replacing her hand. “You should probably look like your grieving or some shit- help with the-“ Her eyes ran over his form assessing before stopping, shrugging once. “Nevermind. You’ll do.” Because the lines drawn in his face, the way he was leaning into her, everything about him said that something wasn’t quite right and what looked to be tear tracks on his face would only help their cause. Not that they really needed it, feet already carrying them through the barriers that sent small pinpricks of cold over certain parts of her skin- coming out the other side and her barely giving their feet time to land before the resounding thwack sang through the air, bodies disappearing from the grounds without either of them looking back.



TAGGED: Baby boo, honey child, sweetheart, love
OUTFIT: asdfadsfadfa
WORDS: numbers here.
NOTES: no. nope. nah. 
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: abbi, or mrs.sherlock holmes @ atf!