Wyatt was convinced that the Elsa braid he did for Noelle was a one-time thing, but once the Disney World plans had been made she insisted on wearing her Frozen shirt and having her father replicate the braid that he did for the mall meet-and-greet. Checking his blind spot as he merged, the man chuckled to himself as his friend and daughter sang along in the backseat, accompanied by Briar. “How about we play something besides the Frozen II soundtrack, sweet pea?” he asked as he glanced at his daughter in the rear view mirror. “We all love Anna and Elsa - and Sven, in Briar’s case. But Uncle Logan really would love to hear something else. Don’t you, Uncle Logan?” Wyatt prodded, almost begging the hockey player to say yes. Truth be told, he didn’t know how much more of Idina Menzel’s voice he could take. He gripped the steering wheel, totally anticipating  the question that was bound to come. “This is our exit, actually. We’re only three minutes away,” he assured Bellamy, a devilish grin playing upon his lips. “Just enough time for... one more song,” Wyatt promised, immediately clicking on ‘Remember Me’ from Coco. “This is Uncle Logan’s favorite song, it makes him feel a lot of feelings. Doesn’t it, Uncle Logan?” Wyatt prodded, giving Bellamy a knowing smirk in the passenger seat. “Noelle was so excited for this, she’s always excited for Disney but she’s usually gone with Sophie’s family in the past. She’s just excited because we’re all going, and she gets to take photos with Briar. She already asked if she and Briar can get matching mouse ears,” Wyatt laughed, noticing the traffic sign that indicated that Magic Kingdom was straight ahead. “Here we are. Before we park the car, we need to go over some rules. Noelle, stay with me at all times. Briar, do the same with your Mom. No running around, don’t talk to strangers,” he instructed in his usual firm but warm tone, turning to Bellamy apologetically. “I’m sorry, I think I just went teacher mode on your daughter.”  @logandanvers​

LOGAN DANVERS.

𝖨-𝟦 → 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖭𝖤𝖸𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖫𝖣 — with @bellamybaycliffe​​​ & @wyattmontgomery​​​.

Folded into the backseat of the sedan and wedged between two car seats, Logan could feel his legs beginning to grow numb as the impromptu concert in the car reached fever pitch. In hindsight, he’d realized that they could have rented a larger vehicle — one with enough space to comfortably transport three adults and two children, along with the supplies necessary to get them through the day — but the excursion to Disneyworld had been something of a last-minute arrangement. And in the chaos of securing passes and packing for the day trip to Orlando, all considerations that weren’t obvious in priority had fallen by the wayside. Considerations including, but not limited to, the leg room available in Wyatt’s vehicle. Once it had been determined that the teacher would be their chauffeur on the way to the parks, Logan felt a responsibility to offer the passenger seat to Bellamy, leaving him to cram his limbs between his friends’ daughters. But the raw excitement radiating off of them made the cold prickle of pins and needles in his body worth the trouble, so he kept quiet, occasionally shifting around to help the blood circulate through his legs. “Good job, girls,” he said, offering them each a hand for a high five as the song playing over the radio came to an end. “It’s been a minute since we checked, so why don’t we ask Mommy and Daddy our favorite question?” His suggestion garnered giggles from both Briar and Noelle, who looked across him at each other before shouting out in unison to their respective parent in the front seat: “Are we there yet?!”

Somewhere along the car ride, somehow, Bellamy was able to drift off into a sleep as the group drove down the highway to one of the happiest places in the world. Between Noelle, Briar, and Logan in the backseat, there was really no chance to catch up a few extra moments of sleep. But she tried. God knows Bellamy tried. Everything happened so quickly that Bellamy wasn’t sure how it all snapped into place to easily ; all Bellamy remembers is the night before when Briar was overflowing and spilling with excitement that she was completely unable to fall asleep at a reasonable time. Her daughter went from jumping on her bed, attempting to help her mother back their bags by simply stuffing random pieces of clothing into one bag, begging for Bellamy to call Noelle’s home so that they could talk about the day they were going to have, back to jumping on the bed, then finally tiring herself out and falling into a coma where Bellamy quietly continued packing well into the night and possible even past then - she didn’t want to think about it. Though, at that point, the single mother had been so worn out that she can’t remember what she has and hadn’t packed. She more than likely didn’t do nearly as good of job as Briar could have, if she wanted to be honest with herself. Thankfully, Logan had been kind enough of spare her the torture of sitting in the backseat with both girls since Wyatt opted to drive to their destination. It was also quite fun and adorable to see Logan crammed in the back and Bellamy certainly didn’t spare him mercy when she snapped a few photos. But, whether it seemed that Logan meant to or not, he was getting his payback. Half asleep, Bellamy could hear him talking to Briar and Noelle. By now, she knows well enough what is about to happen, and yet, she holds onto hope that it doesn’t The blonde gives a groan before whispering, ❛ Oh, God. Please, no. ❜ Shortly after, the three humans in the backseat belt out their question, causing Bellamy to jump in her seat as she wasn’t ready for the sound to be so damn loud … ❛ – - I’m gonna kill them … ❜ Bellamy swears under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. Rolling her head to one side, pleading green hues look over to the driver. She asks, ❛ We’re close, right? We have to be. ❜ 

wyatt montgomery.

“It’s... much more impressive than my place. That’s a start already,” Wyatt assured his colleague, admiring her place and the books that lined the walls. Since he moved out of the apartment he shared with Sophie, he didn’t have much time to decorate his own home or to really make it his. In between his job training, getting used to life without his wife, and the general process of separation and divorce, he’d never given it much thought before throwing himself completely into his job. “Bless your heart. This is perfect, Cliodhna. Chips and peanuts are just fine.” Wyatt had known Cliodhna since they began teaching at Riverview High, but this was the first time they were hanging out outside of a work setting. “All I have in my place is beer and a bunch of children’s toys right now, so you’re already miles ahead of me,” he assured her, raising his glass to her. “To another school year completed. My seniors were a handful, but I sure will miss some of them. Are you doing anything for the summer vacation?” 

@monleonstarters​

“i didn’t really know what to put out? i don’t have guests round that often.. oh and uh, excuse the mess, i’m halfway through re-organising this room, so there’s kind of books everywhere..” light smile touches your features as you exhale, fluster beginning to die out and cheeks returning to their usual rosiness. you hadn’t been lying, guests over was a rarity, so this was nice. different. a feat you could perhaps get used to. “so we have a bowl of peanuts and some crisps-” you point and cock your head, “chips. peanuts and chips. i have wine in the fridge too.” you kick your shoes off, getting two glasses and the bottle, returning to comfortably settle on the couch before pouring. “can you tell it’s been a while since i’ve had someone new here?” gentle smirk catches at the corners of your lips and you lift a brow, sliding one of the glasses across the table, “i can assure you i usually come across a little cooler than this.”

Wyatt couldn’t fully get a read on Vega from her Tinder bio and photos, but it was enough for him to decide she was attractive and worth getting to know. He’d been single since his separation from Sophie, with friends who’d been trying to convince him to get back into the dating scene and it was why he’d just walked into the bar with the intention of meeting the woman. He recognized her almost instantly, walking up to her and extending a hand in greeting. “Vega, hey. You look lovely,” he complimented, observing her. He already felt as though this was a doomed connection, as she oozed class and opulence while he was very much someone from the other side of the tracks. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t put an effort into his appearance, but he certainly felt underdressed in his button-down long-sleeved navy shirt and dark washed jeans. 

“Champagne? How is it?” the man asked, observing her chosen beverage. He had all intentions of ordering his usual IPA, but he was all too aware of how it would contrast with Vega’s order. He hated that he’d become so conscious of it, but he wasn’t going to let it ruin their night for him. “I’ll take an old fashioned, please,” he ordered, before turning back to the woman before him. “How’s your day been? Any interesting stories?” he asked, attempting to get the conversation started. 

LOCATION — DOWNTOWN, MONLEON. TIME — SATURDAY. JUNE. 8:00PM — @wyattmontgomery​

Vega had spent what felt like hours staring at herself in the mirror trying to come to a conclusion if the outfit would impress, she didn’t want to go overboard however, this was Vega Stone. A lady who adored class over anything else, she had to look prefect. It was what her training had taught her to do, to make sure that she was the best in the room, but too never be cocky about it; that would only drive people away. Instead she had worked on being a humble beauty that was aided by her intellect and wit. 

She’d had a fantastic teacher, if only Arthur could see her now. 

Tonight was a new kind of adventure for her, online dating. After all these years she’d never had to rely on or try it. But here she was, stood in a bar with a glass of champagne in hand as she listened to the soft music in the background and the chatter of others that had found their way too the bar for different reasons. Standing directly in the middle of the room so she was easily seen, she didn’t even realise she was swaying to the music as it lulled her mind of the anxiety. 

She really hoped he showed, she’d hide the embarrassment well, she was a conversationalist after all, and a self proclaimed art connoisseur; she hoped he’d have at least a mind for books, one of her other favorite topics, although she preferred the old classics over the modernised things she tried to read in this day and age.  

In comparison to Wyatt’s apartment, Cason’s was The Riverside Hotel. Wyatt knew that it was unfair to compare his situation to others’ and he wasn’t doing so out of bitterness, but he was glad that they were meeting here instead of the two-bedroom apartment in South Poinsettia occupied by him and occasionally Noelle. Wyatt took a sip of his whiskey as he listened to Cason’s question. The men were friendly, and Wyatt knew he could give Cason his honest feedback - most of which was actually positive. “This book hit a bit close to home, in all honesty. Noelle’s mother and I, we had a relationship very similar to what you described,” the blond admitted, taking another sip of the top shelf whiskey that was in his glass. 

“It was... refreshing. The unconventional happy ending, I feel like so many stories show the typical one where they get back together and live happily ever after. But sometimes, our first great love isn’t our forever person - and that’s okay,” he analyzed, memories with Sophie replaying in his mind. Their first meeting, their relationship development, aiming to follow their dreams together, marriage and parenthood, and their relationship’s demise and inevitable ending. But he still had a lot of love for her and considered her to be a good friend. “Keep writing it, it’s worth it I think. The buildup started a bit slowly, but I feel like that is a minor detail overall.” Wyatt was dying to ask, but he didn’t know if it was his place - everyone had witnessed Cason’s brawl at the charity gala and Wyatt himself was able to put two and two together, knowing that an affair had happened and Cason had been the one cheated on. “But I'm fully intrigued. Come hell or high water, I’ll be reading it fully.”

𝓦𝔂𝓪𝓽𝓽  &  𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷

LOCATION — CASON’S APARTMENT TIME — SATURDAY. JUNE. 8:00PM — @wyattmontgomery​

The orange and yellow fire danced and crackled as the sound of music played dull in the background, the cool glass of whiskey, one ice cube to be exact sat in his hand as he adjusted himself in the plush leather seating. There was one thing he loved, his apartment. It was exactly how he’d envisioned it and more. He sighed in contentment, letting his eyes wander over too his friend who he’d had over in regards to the book that sat on the table between them. 

‘‘So come on’‘ Cason beckoned as he arched a bushy brow in Wyatt’s direction, taking a short sip as he practically hissed at the hued amber liquid. ‘‘Tell me what you truley thought of the book, I don’t want you to sugar coat it or tip toe around the edges.’‘ Cason admitted, he was always one that wanted honesty about his work otherwise he believed he’d never improve. If people showered him with compliments all the time, he work would remain the same. It would stale and that was why he valued it so much. 

‘‘Is it garbage, salvageable or some what worth trying…even for a chapter or two?’‘ He chuckled lightly as he pointed towards it. He didn’t like the cover work, which was the only thing, he had an issue with this time round. 

justinedwards​:

Justin did his best to fit in, even though he definitely didn’t look like he belonged in the 1920′s. Between his beard and hair, he wasn’t exactly going for the twenties look in general. But he tried to stick to the theme, showing up in a suit. He hadn’t been to a gala before, it seemed pretty legit though. Turning his head when someone spoke to him, he smiled, “I mean, I’m boring and just got an old fashioned on the rocks,” He lifted up his glass to show him, “But honestly, I’d go for anything. People have been going for The Southside a lot. I don’t know what’s in it, but I’ve heard people asking for it.”

Even if Wyatt had not decided to go to the gala on the day of the event, he didn’t know how much effort he would have actually put into his look. But he could tell that the other blond man was in a similar boat. “I’m glad I’m not the only one - old fashioned is usually what I get at these events as well,” he admitted, offering a friendly smile. “The Southside? I’ve heard a lot of people talking about that all night, so I’ll probably have to try it. It sounds vaguely like a margarita from the description,” he observed, wondering if he would like it. “I don’t think an IPA would be on the menu here,” he jested, knowing that he was not at his usual dive bar.

lexichenderson​:

Lexie looked over the list of cocktails with the utmost precision. The night was going well for the most part, but she knew that she was way too sober for the evening that was to come. The one that kept really bringing her back had to be the French 75, she remembered trying it at her first 20s themed party and it was definitely the wonderful poison to make the night more fun. At the man’s question, she looked over to him and pointed exactly to her favorite. “The French 75 is the best you’ll ever try. I tried it a long time ago, granted, but, that’s the cocktail you’d have if you want to have a fun night. The Southside is a little more–dramatic and the Sidecar’s rather basic,” She added. 

Wyatt couldn’t help but smirk as she called the Sidecar basic. For a man who drank beer usually, it was anything but - but he could tell that the brunette in front of him had far more experience at these events than he did, and he wasn’t about to let it show. Fake it ‘til you make it, or so they say. “Okay, I’ll take your word for it and try the French 75,” he decided, albeit a bit nervously. Noelle’s sitter was still texting him during the night, and he didn’t want to send her incoherent gibberish at some point. “Will you be having one too? Or trying something else?” he asked, not wanting to drink the seemingly potent cocktail alone.

magic-ellie​:

“To be honest, no, not really,” Ellie said with a blush, looking down at the glass of soda she had in her hands. “Sometimes the ocational beer, but my body is a temple, so no.” She was never one to be out with friends drinking until the sun came out. The first time she tasted wine thanks to her mom, she ended up spitting it back up, much to her horror and her aunt’s laughs. A soda, an orange juice or even water would be enough for her, and thanks to that she was always the designated driver and most of the time invited her for parties and such because they knew they could trust her not to drink and drive them safely back home. A bittersweet memory came to her head. One of herself and Cason in their first date and him just staring at her when she asked for a glass of water. “I’m not really much of a drinker. Let’s just say I came here mostly for the free food,” Ellie giggled. “There are like this yummy mini sushi rolls. I don’t know what’s in them, but they taste amazing.” 

“I’m more of a beer drinker myself. Occasional bourbon, but I tend to stick to what I know.” Southerners had a reputation for drinking other people under the table, but Wyatt was a lightweight as far as that was concerned. Beer was also cheap in comparison to other alcohol, which made it the default in the Montgomery household. He’d be lying if he said he actually enjoyed the taste, though. “It seems like beer is rather out of place in a place like this though, champagne seems to be the safest bet. Or a glass of merlot,” Wyatt mused, looking at the selection. But even something as simple as merlot, no matter how sophisticated and refined, seemed a tad too ordinary for a gala like this. “Have you tried to oysters yet? Those are delicious too. And the deviled eggs,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Wyatt, by the way.” He figured that it’d be nice to put a name to the face. 

danverslily​:

       The familiar face draws Lily in. She needs a breather from circulating the event and shaking hands with people she barely remembers. But it’s for a good cause, a fact she reminds herself of over and over. Lifting an eyebrow, she looks over the menu before softly jabbing him in the side with her elbow. “Definitely The Southside. It’s so good. Super dangerous. You have a few and you won’t even think you’re drinking alcohol. Part of the fun.” She laughs before taking a step back to look him over. “You sure clean up nice, Mr. Montgomery.” She sidles back up next to him and looks around before whispering. “Why don’t you try all of them? Might as well live adventurously.” 

“You sound like you have experience with those,” Wyatt joked back, pondering what Lily had advised. Did he want to be as intoxicated as she implied he’d get? “I got a sitter till 1:30 am, I should probably be sober enough to find my way home,” he remarked, giving her an appreciative nod as she complimented him. “You make me feel like I’m in school again, so far everyone who’s addressed me as such is a colleague or a parent of a student - and you are neither. But I’ll take it.” His eyes widened at her suggestion, blinking twice. “All? I won’t be able to walk by the end of the night!” he exclaimed, his face relaxing as a smirk played upon his lips. “Unless... you have them with me. Then you have a deal, Miss Danvers.”

open starter @monleonstarters​ location: moleon memorial hospital charity gala

Wyatt was completely out of his element that night, knowing that it probably showed. He supported local fundraising initiatives, but his teaching salary did not leave a lot of disposable income for attending charity galas - the only reason he was in attendance that night was because a colleague had given him her ticket after she fell sick. After texting the babysitter for the fifth time that night to check in on Noelle, Wyatt plucked another champagne flute from a passing server. “Have you tried any of the cocktails yet? If so, what would you recommend?” he casually asked the person next to him near the bar. He was usually a beer drinker, at least when he did go out for a pint or two. But there was a long list of cocktails, keeping with the 1920′s theme -  Sidecar, The Southside, French 75 to name a few. There was the usual Old Fashioned on the menu, but this was his opportunity to explore different options rather than getting the safe one.

Wyatt took a sip of the champagne, feeling like a bull in a china shop among the other attendees. His colleague had fallen ill that morning, and offered the ticket to Wyatt for free, insisting that she’d rather he go than see it go to waste. A brunette woman next to him remarked on the food, and he turned around and nodded in agreement. “You’re right, they do look delicious. I’ve only tried to shrimp cocktail thus far. What do you recommend I try next?” he asked, unable to remember if he even had oysters in his lifetime. “I’m not planning on bidding on anything, so I’ll be on the sidelines observing. I won’t lie, I’m intrigued to see if anyone pitches a hissy fit during the process. Are you planning on bidding?”

OPEN STARTER @ THE MONLEON MEMORIAL GALA.

Rumors were scuttled around Atticus on East for weeks before the Gala, and yet whilst Emilia claimed to be immune to the curiosity that gripped her coworkers with the strength and might of Zeus, she had to admit–– she wondered, too, who would be catering the massive event. It wasn’t until the day prior that the restaurant’s name, a rival to the establishment she worked at, was splashed on the front cover of the local paper. She carefully examined the seemingly endless trays of food being passed around, raising her brow in appraisal at one shrimp cocktail that came her way. She comments to the individual beside her, “Monleon knows how to throw a 1920s extravaganza. Cocktails, Oysters Rockefeller’s, deviled eggs… I couldn’t have done it better myself.” There’s an embittered twist in her heart at the thought. “Think we’ll see blood at the auction?” 

wyatt montgomery + fashion

monleon memorial hospital charity gala

Bachelor parties. Wyatt hardly had one for his own wedding, it was just him going to a bar with a few friends. He had to admit that a jazz club was an interesting selection, but Stefan had always been unconventional ever since they met while working at the University of Florida. “I’ll be back, y’all,” he told the group, feeling like he needed some fresh air. He also saw an incoming call from Natalie, the sitter he’d hired for the night. As soon as he eased the young woman’s concerns and told her that Noelle was allowed a snack before bed as long as it was fruit-based, he hung up and turned to the man next to him. 

“It really is, I needed to get a breather for a bit. Cason, right? Wyatt Montgomery, we met at Riverview High for the speech you gave the students,” he introduced, extending his hand and hoping that the writer remembered him. 

— LOCATION: THE JAZZ CLUB, MERRICK VILLAGE — WHEN: 10:30PM. WEDNESDAY JUNE 2020

This was good fodder for his book he thinks as a barked laugh falls from his lips; how long had he been here now? A good while that was for sure as hands dig into the pockets of his well tailored suit — the only one he owned that still fit well. It had been the suit he’d hoped one day he’d marry the love of his life in.

How wrong he was.

Picking up the bottle beer he raised it as a goodbye to the few friends he’d made doing shots at the bar for some five minutes of his time before he stumbled off in need of fresh air to ease his racing mind — life was so different but so similar in the town of Monleon but some days; much like this one he missed his family in Alaska. He may have to pay a visit he thinks.

As soon as the fresh air hits Cason’s face he feels himself relax.

‘‘So fucking warm in there.’‘ He tells the stranger who he hasn’t had chance to look at.

@monleonstarters​

bellamybaycliffe​:

For Bellamy, this was hell on earth, and she had no qualms with showing how displeased she was being in a thick crowd of parents and young children under the age of ten waiting to get a photo with ‘Anna’ and ‘Elsa’ from the movie Frozen. Mostly, it wasn’t even the children who were being the most annoying, it was the other parents. She’s overheard several conversations about how parents think that their children are the cutest, when in fact their children are irritating little brats, many of them are loud and less than polite behaviour. When it came down to it, she was thankful that as thrilled as both little girls were, they have been more than well behaved. ❛ She looks adorable, Wyatt. Really. And she looks so pumped to be here. I didn’t even know Briar liked Frozen this much until I asked her if she wanted to come to this. I think she really just wanted to hangout with Noelle. ❜ She smiles, looking at the pair of little girls in front of them who are practically buzzing with eagerness. ❛ An hour? ❜ Brows raise high in her hair line. Bellamy and Briar barley had thirty minutes to get ready for this - how the hell did Wyatt have time to take an hour to focus on his daughter’s hair? ❛ That’d dedication. Good on you, my friend. It looks good, too. If something like this comes up again, I’ll be sure to bring Briar over while I get into the wine box. ❜ She grins, completely realizing how chaotic that would be for Wyatt to handle. 

❛ You forgot? Christ, were you even a teenager? ❜ She chuckles, side eyeing Wyatt quickly before turning her sights to watch the young group carry on about their day. ❛ I was known as a mall rat. Not exactly by choice, it’s just what the group did. ❜ It was what Max decided. When Wyatt asks Briar about which princess she likes more, the little girl has no problem in turning around and giving the first answer the pops into her head. ‘ Sven! ’ Briar calls up breathlessly to Wyatt with a few small jumps of excitement despite the fact being in a full Anna costume. She turns around, still jumping, and reaches over to Noelle to grab her hand and whisper something in her ear. ❛ Right. That makes sense. That should answer your question, right, Wyatt? ❜ Bellamy asks with satire in her voice, looking up at male with a bit of humour in her green-grey hues.

“Noelle’s always been a Frozen fan. Her mom used to joke that it’s because she was born in the winter months, not sure if that’s why - but it didn’t take long for her to latch onto Elsa and Anna. I wish she liked Tangled more just because that’s my personal favorite, but it is what it is,” Wyatt said with a sigh, but he was more than happy to watch Frozen repeatedly. “I’ll admit, I never braided hair before. She insisted on the Elsa-style side braid, so I knew I needed to do a little extra prep for it,” he confessed, knowing that he sounded like one of those parents who would bend over backwards for anything their child wanted, even if it was an inconvenience to him. “I’m dropping her at her mother’s later, so I figured it’d be a fun activity before then, taking her to see her favorite characters.” Wyatt was pretty open about his arrangement with Sophie, and knew that he was lucky to have an ex-wife with whom he was still cordial and could communicate - a lot of people didn’t have that relationship with their ex, and he’d never heard Bellamy mention Briar’s father and certainly wasn’t going to press for more information unless she volunteered it.

Wyatt shrugged, a sheepish grin forming on his face. “I lived on a farm in Texas, when I wasn’t studying I was working. We only went to the mall when shopping needed to be done, most of my down time was spent outdoors - I was a bit of a loner,” he explained. “What was growing up in the UK like? I’ve never left the US, but I plan to do it one day, maybe when Noelle is older,” he inquired, now curious about what Bellamy’s life before coming across the pond was like. He knew that growing up on a farm sounded humble and simple, but he was truly happy and wouldn’t change a thing about it. “Do you miss it at all? I miss Texas sometimes, but I feel as though my life would’ve been so different had I stayed, so in a way I’m glad for a change of scenery.” Wyatt certainly wouldn’t have met Sophie or had Noelle if he stayed in the Lone Star State, and would’ve probably ventured out sooner or later.

“Sven, huh? That’s your favorite princess?” Wyatt asked, an amused smile playing upon his lips. “He’s a princess if you want him to be,” he assured the young girl, not wanting to get too into detail - she was a child, after all. “There you go, go up to Elsa and Anna,” he encouraged them once it was their turn, taking out his phone and snapping a few photos himself. “Are you and Briar doing anything now? Noelle asked if we could go for ice cream after, and you’re both welcome to join,” Wyatt offered, knowing that Noelle would want nothing more than some more time with Briar. “You’d swear they don’t see each other in school every day during the week, the way they act when it’s time to go home.”

closed starter for @astridhallberg location: downtown monleon

Wyatt was spending his day running errands and getting some basic shopping done. The school year was coming to a close, and his seniors were graduating in a couple of weeks. It was always a time full of bittersweet emotions - hope for their future, yet sadness as he’d truly miss them. Making his way to one of the stores along the street, Wyatt almost bumped into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry --” he began apologizing, before realizing who it was. “Astrid, hey. It’s been a while,” he greeted with a slight smile. They had mutually agreed to not see each other again after their one-night stand, and it had been a while since they’d spoken. Although Wyatt had no hard feelings towards her, it was a bit awkward after so long.

jcnwinters​:

Jon taps the butt of his cigarette against his glass, a medley of embers and ash falling into the last two sips of his now warmed whiskey, settling like dust at the bottom. His lips curled in distaste, though as he moved the glass aside he looked to the individual next to him––– he’s almost familiar, in a way, one of those baseline attractive men who wear suits to church on Sunday, who paint their picket-fence white just because, and who prefers tea to coffee. “Don’t tell me you’re speakin’ from experience,” He says, jutting his chin out, “you look way too wholesome for that.”

Wyatt hesitated as the other man spoke, unsure of how to answer. He had been through a divorce himself, so he was indeed speaking from experience. But he wasn’t about to delve into his personal life with a stranger, so he simply shrugged in response. “Just seen how a lot of these relationships play out, is all. Folks too uppity to call it quits when they’re supposed to, and keep it going on and on,” he replied, not entirely a lie. “But they have absolutely no qualms about causing a scene on a public street, so this may just be second nature to them.”

closer starter for @bellamybaycliffe​ location: a disney meet-and-greet at an indoor mall

“She wouldn’t stop talking about Elsa and Anna all morning, even wanted to wear her costume,” Wyatt admitted to Bellamy as he watched Briar and Noelle getting excited, his own daughter in a shiny blue dress - a gift from his parents. “Took me an hour or so to get the side braid, a few YouTube tutorials taught me the trick.” Wyatt didn’t want to admit that he was so close to calling Sophie for help on a Saturday morning, all because his daughter wanted a side braid and he had never done one in his life. Wyatt spotted two of his sophomore students out of the corner of his eye and offered them a cautious wave. He knew that teachers were human too and deserved to have lives outside of school, but it was still weird seeing his students outside of the school compound. “Students of mine, I forgot that teenagers come to the mall on a weekend just to hang out,” he explained to Bellamy, still holding his daughter’s hand. “What about you, Briar? Do you like Elsa or Anna more?”

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Sprawled on the couch, wearing a plastic diamond-encrusted tiara and wielding the princess wand that Noelle had relegated to him shortly after her father’s departure, Logan watched the four-year-old from the corner of his eye as Moana began to sing to Te Fiti on the screen. The end of the movie was near, and this was the last big moment in the film that he knew ignited an incredible excitement in the young girl. Sure enough, the child scooted forward to the edge of the couch cushion as the music swelled, eyes wide, singing along to nearly every word. Grinning from ear to ear, Logan hummed along with the tune, stopping only when the lock on the front door sounded Wyatt’s return. It was late – Noelle should’ve been in bed a while ago, he realized, glancing down at his watch. But judged solely on the amused expression plastered across his friend’s face, Logan felt safe in the decision to have allowed the child to stay up past her bedtime. 

“Alzado’s! You spoil me, Wyatt.” Rising from the couch, Logan wandered into the kitchen and surveyed the volume of takeaway containers on the counter. His stomach growled in response. Any one of the listed dishes sounded good to him, even cold. “The movie’s great, eighth rewatch and all. She actually wanted to watch Coco, but we watched that last time, and I wasn’t sure I could handle it again so soon. So I suggested Moana.” Logan paused as the realization that Wyatt could have been talking to his daughter dawned on him. In fairness, he was wearing a tiara. “Thanks for asking, man, and for respecting my title. How was prom? Any less s-h-i-t-t-y than I remember it being?”

“You hungry, sweet pea?” Wyatt asked Noelle as she leaped off the couch, getting a small plastic plate from the cupboard along with two ceramic ones. He knew that she would’ve likely eaten dinner, but he was fine with giving her some more food before bed. “You had fun with Uncle Logan?” he continued as the child eagerly awaited her plate, before he and Logan fixed their own. “Noelle will always be your #1 fan, man. I mean, I watch the movies and dress up with her, but I’m her dad. You do it out of the goodness of your heart. She doesn’t even care about your fan following,” Wyatt joked with Logan. Ah, to be an innocent child yet again. 

“I don’t know about you, but my prom made this one look like a state affair. My high school had a much lower budget, so we had ours in the school gym and the food wasn’t... this,” Wyatt explained, motioning to the delicacies in the takeout containers. “The students seemed to be having the time of their lives, so I’d say that was a success. It’s hard to believe that that was more than ten years ago for us both, huh? Did you end up going to yours?” he asked as he took a seat at the small dinner table in his kitchen.