#wyatt: 001.

[tessabhrams]

location: her house in avonlea terrace

status: closed for @wyattxabhrams

"— need me at the office and I can't get out of it. I'm sorry." For fuck's sake. Tess could feel a headache coming on.

"Right." Fingers pinched at the bridge of her nose, massaging in an admirable but futile attempt to ward it off. "Except that's exactly what you said last week." Her voice escaped in little more than a whispered hiss, but if she was worried about Waverly overhearing she needn't be.

The little girl was still sat on the kitchen floor playing quietly with Ham and— Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

"Wavey, baby, please don't fingerpaint the dog."

Somewhere at the end of the other line she heard her ex-husband laugh, because of course he would. He wasn't the one who'd have to scrub hot pink out of the couch that evening.

"Fine." Attention returned to the call she knew was coming but hoped wouldn't be, Tess gritted her teeth. Smiled, too, even though it was forced and he had no chance of seeing it. "She's been dying to visit the aquarium after watching some shark documentary." Blue eyes drifted to the front face of the fridge where two tickets were pinned by a magnet. She meant to take Waverly herself, but— "You can come next week and surprise her with tickets." Tickets she'd have to move from inside to an envelope on the porch so it looked like he'd shown up with them, not hijacked her plans. "She'll be so excited."

Their call didn't last much longer than that; she didn't have the grace or the patience to linger on it. Tess had just stepped onto the deck for two hits of a sanity saving cigarette when, through the sliding screen, she heard the front door swing open...

... and crash into a stack of boxes she'd been meaning to move into the office and obviously hadn't.

If it was anyone else she would've died at the mess she'd left after making zero progress last night. Since it was Wyatt (God, it better be Wyatt) she saved herself the embarrasment, stubbed out her not-so-secret bad habit, and trudged into the kitchen.

"Hey. You're early." Except she noticed the microwave clock then— five minutes past eleven. Oh. Tess winced. Nevermind.

Heading for the coffeemaker - a cheap Black & Decker drip machine from Walmart, well hidden in the pantry, not the complicated espresso machine on display - she called, "How goes it over at la maison d’Abhrams today? Georgie burn the pool house down yet?"

[bountyhaunter]

Would you drink frog spawn like boba???

[ user thinks this might be the first time he was accused of being smart. or is nerd just the one that's into pop culture? user can't remember the distinction ] I would! He looks delicious. Show me a pond, and I show you a veritable buffet.

[ryanlockheart]

— ₊ ° . ☆ riley mackenzie felt like he was on top of the world. he'd managed to escape the small town troubles of versailles, kentucky, and now, he was living it up on the campus of belgrave university. thirteen hours and nearly a thousand miles between his hometown and his school meant he had a new found freedom. you couldn't tell him shit, and he was riding that high all the way to the bank. he was the lacrosse player everyone was buzzing about; he'd managed to take their less-than-stellar track record and turned it into a state championship last year. he was breezing by in all of his classes. he even had the sweetest roommate who he could beg for help on homework when he needed. riley was at the top of his game, but he could sense that something was up with wyatt when he sauntered through their apartment door. there was a dark cloud hanging around in the room. a small pout formed on his pink lips as he settled down on the couch next to the other boy. he slung his backpack on the ground, eyes focused on wyatt. "what's up, buttercup?" riley questioned, cocking up a brow. "and don' even try 'n' pull that nothin's wrong bullshit. 'm more than just a pretty face, y'know. 'm smart, can tell when somethin's buggin' ya."

[longislandcharm]

@loftylockjaw The kind coated in a solid chocolate dip, duh.

I'm not twelve, sir. I don't do the chocolate dip but all the power to you.

[le0nxrd0perez]

Who: @wyattxwheeler and Leo

Where: Winter Fest, Grabbing food

When: December 2024

"That looks delicious," Leo said with a grin as he sat across his friend at a table. Opening the sandwich he had just gotten from one of the trucks, he picked up to take a bite before taking a swig from his water bottle. "How's life outside of work? Treating my cousin right?" He joked, knowing fully well that Wyatt and Penelope were good and solid and that the man did treat her right.

[bekturan]

Bek clocked Wyatt's approach about halfway through, meeting his curious gaze with one of unsurprised amusement.

Of course he was here. With their track record why wouldn't he be?

"Statistically speaking," she paused only long enough to have a sip of her drink, "we probably should've run into each other at least two or three times by now." She'd considered reaching out when she heard he was home, but...

This little friendship they had - and it was a friendship, at least in her eyes - didn't really work like that. They didn't keep in touch. Didn't track one another down. They just lived life until whatever serendipitous stroke of fate decided to put them both on the same path.

Temporarily.

There was his final year in high school, warily sharing space in some forgotten corner or another. Those months in Boston before Wyatt left again. A single night in D.C. when, for a change, she was the one to do the leaving.

That last time was ages ago so, by Bek's count, they were long overdue.

"It's nice to see you." She agreed. "Again."

Deft fingers found the tiny charm hanging around her neck, toying with the moon shaped pendant out of habit. Wyatt Abhrams probably wore socks more expensive than the pinprick sized diamond in its center. Bek probably would've held that against him when they first met.

Now she just slid the little gold piece back and forth along its chain as if the contact, the motion itself, was comforting. Familiar. About as familar and instinctive as it was to shift over and make room for him, too.

"How long do I have you for this time?" Cheeky— The gleam in her eyes was downright cheeky. "A month? A week?" Her chin gestured toward where the crew was still going through sound check. "Until the end of this set?"

WITH: @bekturan LOCATION: the fillmoir

Would anyone have pegged Wyatt for a live music kind of guy? Probably not. Would they have been wrong in not doing so? Probably not. It was hardly the type of place that he would otherwise be found because he was that odd person who was rather ambivalent towards the entire thing. Yet this place in particular place held memories of a time when he’d come and listen to up and coming musicians both from in town and out. A place where he could clear his head because things were just so loud that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. Call it nostalgia, call it his inability to detach completely despite his lofty claims of indifference. Whatever the reason, there he sat, waiting for the set to start in the hopes that tonight they would once again be graced with music loud enough that it would wash away the suffocation he was starting to feel having been back in town for nearly half a year.

As they began their sound check, he was pleased to see that the majority of people around were those he did not know. Why? Because if he was not a live music person, nor were the people he often associated himself with. And that was precisely what he wanted. An escape from the familiarity of every single face he saw in town, the sympathetic glances if they had heard about Benjamin’s disappearance, or the tentative acknowledgement given their reputation around town. Yet among the small crowd, there was another face that he should not have been surprised to see. From his position in the corner, he approached Bek with a curious gaze. “I’d say we need to stop meeting like this but now, I don’t know that we will.” It initially caught him a bit off guard when their paths crossed unintentionally. But this was as much his hometown as it was hers. So it was a given they'd run into each other here. “Nice to see you. Again.”

[nicolepeterson]

closed starter for @wyattxwheeler location: driftwood diner

Nicole needed to get out of the house so she got Ryder ready and headed to the diner to get something to eat. However the last thing she expected was for the place to be packed on a Tuesday before she remembered it was about Spring Break time and they were getting more tourists in town. Spotting a familiar face walk in after her, she smiled and looked at Wyatt. "Hey, Wyatt. Seems we may be waiting a little bit."

[mastermicd]

@helvehte liked for a starter (still accepting).

perhaps it was the fact that she was a public servant, the need to help and assistant and do the right thing had been instilled in her even since before her days at quantico for training. perhaps it was just the face of a young woman looking a little unsure, that compelled her to approach. "excuse me?" she asked, softening her own expression from one that could, on occasion, be quite harsh. "are you okay? you look like you might be lost, do you need some help?"

[spellbcok]

a closed starter for wyatt lykensen ( @youllalwaysbemyporcelain )

"as far as set-ups go, that blind date of ours was by far the best," yan hui said as she looked over the other. "though anything would be an improvement from being tied up and forced to marry."

[xlostparadise]

Seven long years had gone by. All things considered, Wyatt just felt lucky that it hadn't been seven more years, which would have been 14 years in total. Though his sentence was reduced by half for good behavior, seven years was still a hell of a long time. At times, he was convinced he was stuck in literal Hell. Time might have gone by a little faster if Renata had been around. For all Wyatt knew, she could have been dea-- he never really allowed himself to finish that one thought. Would have drove him insane if he entertained the notion that something awful had happened to her or the baby.

Under a moonlight sky full of stars, and otherwise surrounded by pitch-black darkness, he drove along the private, dirt road which led directly to his last hope. If Renata wasn't here, he had no idea where on Earth she might have gone. Cutting off the engine, Wyatt took in a huge breath and slowly exhaled before getting out of the car. He saw the lights come alive inside and was struck with a spark of hope. He wasn't going to let himself feel any relief until he was looking at Ren square in the face.

starter for @sirxnx

[tenderstars]

for: @mcrlinn​ plot: our muses are old family friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time. when wyatt approached, your muse’s boyfriend/fling/utp punched him in the face thinking he was a creep trying to hit on her. they’ve now been kicked out of the bar.

“you can go after them,” wyatt winced, half expecting them to run out behind who he assumed was their significant other. he had been sucker punched (which should have never happened in the first place). he always won in hand-to-hand combat after training in the military, but had been flustered over seeing his childhood best friend, that it threw him off. “i just wanted to say ‘hi’ so....” wyatt explained awkwardly. now because of that, he’d be sporting a black eye for at least a week. “your boyfriend’s kind of a douchebag,” he murmured as his jaw tightened trying to gain an ounce of dignity back. 

[omegasofsin]

@empowerxd asked: 6c with Wyatt with Maddox?

maddox couldn't help but grunt as the two of them continued to pump their cocks. this was completely inappropriate...maddox knew that. but right now? the teacher was to turned on to care. wyatt's lips caught maddox's in a kiss as the two of them continued to kiss, the sensitive heads of their dicks rubbing together. "hm...so good..." maddox said with a moan.

[razorsharpteeth]

One too many, man. One too many. Shit, wait, you came here for the quiet? Wrong place, for real. Though this ooze is definitely new. I hope you didn't settle in Worm Row, at least?

One can only hope. More?? How many you got? Ah, [...] work pleasure. Boston got to be a bit much. Wanted something quieter. [...] And then this place exploded with mystery ooze, so I dunno if I made the right call.

[fatefcked]

either be part of the solution or get the hell out.

@phoenixchelon

[wolftracked]

@mysteryxsolved; weekend sleepover bc we can

elias couldn't recall the last time he'd felt this excited about getting out of his usual surroundings. not that he was going to go far from his apartment. he hardly ever broke routine - in fact, he only did for one other person since coming to new haven, so this was also almost a first. then again, he'd never have a sleepover, so maybe it was indeed a first for him. he'd packed & said his goodbyes for the weekend - praying that the extra phone he carried around with him at all times rested for the weekend so he didn't have to go into work, when all he wanted to do was relax.

he rarely ever took days off, had always enjoyed working, keeping himself busy & as productive a member of society as he possibly could, but he'd earned himself a vacation, he thought. meeting wyatt had truly been a blessing. the first person in new haven he felt connected to on a more personal level. friends. definitely, friends. they both shared a multitude of interests, especially those elias knew didn't occur in many others, least of all in a small town like this.

elias was the one intruding, so he'd made sure to bring snacks, soda - oh yeah, he was going to sin this weekend. when the door opened for him, he shot the other the widest smile - one that showed teeth & wrinkled the corners of his eyes. "hey, hope you told work nobody's allowed to die this weekend. i've brought snacks for days."

[archiemorgan]

Who: @wyattxwheeler and Archie

Where: Founders Fest, Archery

When: September 2024

Though Archie was friends with Matt, he had known Wyatt for just as long. Between his run ins with the cops in town and growing up with Matt Archie had come to know Wyatt as mire than just his friends older brother. "Sarge," Archie said, with a dip of his head a head as he walked up to the other by the spot for Archery at the festival. "How's it going?"