have you seen ( Wyatt Whitlock-Holmes, he/him )? They look a lot like ( Rudy Pankow ). The ( 25) year old ( Food Truck employee at the Pier) is so ( playful, street smart, fearless ) but I heard they can also be really ( cocky, impatient, reckless). Can you believe they’ve been in town for ( 20+ years) They live in the ( The Reef Trailer Park ) neighborhood and kind of remind me of ( messy hair, laughs too loud, loyal to family ). If I was asked, I’d guess that they were ( most likely to survive a shipwreck ) in their yearbook for the class of ( 2019).
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Canons:
Youngest sibling (oopsie baby) of Whitlock-Holmes siblings
Grew up in a Funeral Home; knows of funeral business but shoved away for his protection
Arrested at seventeen for a vandalism high school dare, his brother Maverick had to arrest him. Sentenced with community service.
Learned how to swim and surf from his dad.
CPR certified
Possible storyline triggers: criminal activity
follows come from LithiumWolff
Basic Information:
Full Name: Wyatt Blake Whitlock-Holmes
Nicknames: Wy
Gender: Cis Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Zodiac: Leo
Date of Birth: August 18
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Celebrity Look-A-Like: Rudy Pankow
Family info:
Father: Andrew Whitlock-Holmes
Mother: Colleen Whitlock-Holmes
Siblings: Four older brothers
Children: None
Pets: None
Biography:
Decades ago, Wyatt’s family borrowed money from dangerous people to get into the funeral business. They needed the help, but the people they borrowed from were not the kind you could easily walk away from. The money helped build the funeral home, but it also left the family owing a debt that never truly went away. Since then, the family has been paying it back in ways that had nothing to do with money. They did favors, kept secrets, and learned not to ask questions. Sometimes bodies came in that clearly did not die naturally, and they were paid to stay quiet, fix paperwork, and look the other way.
Wyatt Blake Whitlock-Holmes was the unexpected surprise baby—the sixth son born to Andrew and Colleen. Being the youngest, his family made a promise not to involve him in the family business. Each time Wyatt had been curious, his older brothers would shove him in the opposite direction. For all he knew, they were just a normal funeral service, but what always felt off was the look of some of the bodies.
In high school, Wyatt was neither popular nor unpopular. He had his group of friends and was acquaintances with the popular crowd. Most of the time Wyatt attended after school events or he had hung out with his friends. At seventeen years old Wyatt had taken on a triple dog dare to vandalize the school’s front sign. It was his older brother Maverick who was called to the scene and ended up putting cuffs on him. The whole car ride was a long disappointing lecture. Instead of being locked up, he was given community service.
As an adult Wyatt is still very close with his family. Never going into the funeral business, he had chosen his own path working in a food truck at the Pier. Spending his days serving food, talking with regulars, and helping feed those in need. He’s practically a saint compared to his brothers.
CONNECTIONS:
Best Friends: Quinn Mason, Evie Fields, Trevor Campbell iii
"Oh, am I in your way?" She'd been standing there with her pretty pearlescent board, staring out at the waves as she contemplated getting in the water. The beach was utterly packed with tourists and townies alike, the waves full with swimmers, and she was wondering maybe if she'd be better off going off the beach behind Eric's house. It didn't carry the same energy as the public beach, but she'd have a lot less of a chance of hurting someone on her way in. "Crowded."
"Uh...no. It looked like you were lost in your thoughts or like blacked out for a second." The way she stood he wasn't sure. The crowd never really bothered him, sometimes he didn't surf when it was crowded like this. Just enjoying the sun really, he preferred early mornings for surfing when no one was around. "Really?...I haven't noticed." Insert sarcasm here.
"Well, that's quite the accomplishment, Mr. Wyatt. It's a right pleasure'ta be makin' the acquaintance of 'nother foodie." Her smile was as genuine as it was bright, and that easily transferred to her laughter at his question. "That I do. Y'see grownin' up on a farm I think my brains been trained in thinkin' 'bout animals as pets 'n as food. Some pigs, like my Wilbur, are pets, and some... like the ones on the smoker, is food. I guess considerin' they come pre-butchered, it ain't no hard work disassociatin' the two. Now, when I was little 'n my Pa made me butcher my first chicken out'a the clutch I hatched m'self when I was only bout as tall as a grasshopper's knee... let me tell you I stopped eatin' chicken for a whole year." Eventually as she'd gotten older she'd reconciled that.
His lip curled into a smirk. "Well thank you." Acknowledging his accomplishment of having his own food truck. Listening to her farm life background. "Ah gotcha...the animals that are not named or loved get the grill." He laughed, it made sense. Not raised on the farm life but now he learned what that was like. "Your dad made you butcher a chicken?" Raising a brow. "That is crazy."
"You're not getting it, pal. I don't need any comebacks because... I'm older. That's the comeback. End of, be of, I won, you lost. That's just the straw you pulled." As soon as his brother said when to stop, he traded for the ladle and then scooped out a couple of generous portions of the meat ragu sauce. "Don't know what you're talking about," another scoff out of Mickey as he grabbed one of the garlic breads out of the oven, "I literally always tell ma." She just, usually, offered her twin son an exasperated look and told him to stop bothering his brothers. A lot of times, though, he did manage to get her to believe whatever nonsense he was claiming, and had the woman scolding the other boys men, and that's why he kept doing it. Hilarious shit. It also just gave him reasons to keep bugging his parents because who knew how much longer they'd have them for; Mickey wanted these memories. "Here," he hated Wyatt his plate and fork and stood back with his arms cross, waiting for the verdict.
"Okay, okay..Jesus..you don't have to rub it in." Wyatt looked back at his brother that was pulling the bread from the oven. "You always tell Ma...so that's why she always texts me, hey, how was your day or some random text that she does." Not that he minded it. Already he was shoveling food in his mouth and then picking up some garlic bread to go with his food. "What?" He said before swallowing, "It's fucking good..alright?..Why aren't you eating?"
when he replied to her, quinn smiled nodding her head, "yeah." she confirmed that it was definitely more than okay. years of pent of sexual tension between them finally came out. a sweet expression sits on her lips as she happily pecked his lips back. there's a soft gasp feeling him pull out of her as she was already used to having him inside of her. she cuddled close to him and smiled looking up at him, "you're amazing."
Finally catching his breath letting his body go flimsy and just enjoying this moment. This was his happy place with Quinn. It did not take a lot to make Wyatt happy. He was just glad that he had her officially and shared the same feelings as him. Letting out a gentle laugh, "Thank you..I try. Honesty, I had no idea what I was doing."
"And pigs're real smart, too. Smarter even'n dogs. My Pa would swear up'n down that they was smarter'n toddlers. He'd always r'mind us 'ta never open the pig pen gate too wide 'cause they'd trick 'ya something good just 'ta get out'a there. Then it was all bout wranglin'em and that was a whole other fiasco. Thankfully Wilbur took'ta his trainin' like.. well a pig'ta mud." Grinning she couldn't help a little chuckle at herself. "I hear ya work at a one'a them food trucks on the pier. Seems I'm in the presence of a colleague."
Wyatt had got caught in her southern accent talking about her pig. Wilbur was a creative name, then Piglet would have been a second guess if he didn't know the name of her pig. Then letting out a small chuckle. "I do. My own food truck at the pier. Colleague is possible." Then clearing his throat, he had to ask. "I'm not tryin' to sound rude or anything but..you own a pig and you have a barbecue restaurant. Why or how?" Letting out a playful chuckle. "Curious."
"Nah, I don't... because I'm older." Mickey could hardly keep the gigantic, shit-eating smirk off his face as his little brother walked right into that one so nicely. "Quit bringing her up then!" he scoffed, as if this was all Wyatt's doing. "What, not for my stellar and amazing company? That's fucking rude. I'm going to tell ma about that later." He grabbed a plate down. "Say when," he instructed Wyatt, as he started shoveling fresh hot noodles out onto the plate.
"I rest my case. You have no other comeback than 'i'm older'." He smirks, "You bring her up." He scruffed just as the same. "You guys always say you're gonna tell Ma, and have yet to do it." Wyatt then watched as his brother started putting noodles onto his plate. "When." Saying when there is a good amount of food on his plate. His brother outta know that he enjoyed his company, he enjoyed all his brothers the same. Some more than others.
at the pace he was going, she could feel the pleasure building and building. she felt so good and he was making her feel really good. hearing him count, she moaned out and came hard onto him as she arched her back and jerked her hips while catching her breath. feeling him kiss up her chest to her lips, she smiled and kissed him back. she looked up to meet his gaze and nodded her head, "more than okay."
"Yeah?" Wyatt asked calmly as he put a hand on her cheek and then pecking her lips. "Good." Letting out a chuckle and then slowly pulling himself out of her. Laying next to her now. Catching his breath as he looked up at the ceiling. "That was amazing.." Breathing out another chuckle wondering why he waited so long.
"'Cause I can, 'cause I'm older," Mickey shot back, just as insolently and childishly as his youngest brother. "Sure, Ruby gets to decide whatever, but she'll decide on me," he said, with all the sure confidence of someone who had been playing the cat and mouse field with the woman since high school. She hadn't told him to scram yet. "Yeah, I'd hate to have to tell ma on you, you know I don't get any pleasure doing that." Mickey hid his smirk as he finished draining out the noodles and then carried them back to the stove. He checked the sauce, stirring it. "Food's basically done.." Mickey checked the garlic bread in the oven. "Yeah, you hungry?" The fucker had better be, after he went through the motions.
"You're gonna have to come up with a better comeback than 'im older'." He mocked. It was always the typical response with all his brothers. Being the youngest automatically meant that he lost. "Ruby is your problem. Not mine." Having nothing against her but he wasn't gonna be caught in the middle of it. Watching as Mickey moved around the kitchen. "I think the whole reason I'm here is for the food." Wyatt joked.
❝ Ahh, doing some soul searching is he? ❞ Evie questioned raising up a brow, laughing as he so called 'flipped her off'. ❝ Know what, you're right. So here's a big ol' fuck you. ❞ She fake saluted before turning her hand to let her finger do the talking. She didn't mean it to Wyatt of course, he was one of her closest friends.
"Ah. There's that spice I missed." He smiled, knowing damn well Evie didn't mean it. It was more of a let loose kind of method. Wyatt had a feeling she had been bottling up something but he was too nervous to ask. Figure he could distract her.
"oh yeah your family like sucks or something, my dad definitely hates your family." in all honesty, sutton didn't really pay attention to any kind of drama that was going on between her family and the whitlock-holmes. all she knew was that her father despised that family, but it wasn't really her drama so she didn't care enough to shun every whitlock-holmes child. sutton always pushed any kind of drama that really didn't involve her aside and didn't let that effect her in anyway. she never understood adult drama well her parents kind of adult drama that involved other parents, but she knew her dad hated them.
"damn have i been that busy working to not know my own twin sister's drama and my little sister's drama? i tell you this is some wild stuff that should be on mtv or something. because a polyship with you, is crazy, not in a mean way or anything but the whole poly thing is definitely crazy. oh well thank you, you're pretty decent yourself i guess, haven't had the chance to know your family well enough to judge the rest." she shrugged her shoulders and snatched his flask from him to take a sip herself before handing it back to him. "oh i'm well aware, pretty obvious you're not. though mom would be very surprised if you did vote for her."
"Yeah. Your dad hates me because I was born." Wyatt tried not to pay attention to the drama but when you have a brother who dated a Reynolds or slept with a Reynolds, it wasn't hard to miss. One minute Mickey said he was going to Rome and then the next he canceled. Then suddenly he wasn't seeing her? Too many thoughts and not necessarily his business but he was curious.
"Well..your twin doesn't necessarily have drama. She was planning drama but what do I know?" Wyatt took another drink from his flask. Then suddenly she was snatching his flask away from him and taking a sip of it. The guy was impressed. Growing up with twin older brothers, he could tell the difference in Sutton and Saffron. "Best not to judge them." He winked. Taking back his flask. "Ha. I don't think I ever even spoken to either of your parents."
