Wyatt Billiadeux

“Yeah, I don’t need a quote,” Kate said, and immediately winced at herself. So much for reassuring him. She laughed awkwardly, and took the bagel. With her other hand, she reached out and squeezed his arm, hoping that the gesture would calm him and not come across as too personal. “Thank you, Wyatt. You seem like a sweet guy, and I appreciate your help. I’ll definitely be back.”

She thought about the events he listed. She’d mostly been looking for a morning coffee place, but she did also want to get involved in the local cultural scene. “I’m not a performer, but I’d enjoy coming to watch sometime. God, I don’t think I’ve been to a poetry slam since college. What other events are you adding?”

The word "sorry" popped into Wyatt's head, but he held back from saying it aloud. He felt like he couldn't do anything right in this interaction. When she squeezed his arm, Wyatt smiled softly at her. "You're welcome, and I'm glad." He smiled as she spoke. The open mic night was something he enjoyed more than the slam poetry, admittedly, but both tended to draw a good amount of people, and Wyatt was glad they enjoyed them.

"Mondays will be a coffee and canvas event in the afternoons where people will have a guided art session and there will be themed drinks; Tuesdays will be a cooking class focused on baking and cafe treats; and we're going to have role-wide social nights where those of a certain role have the back room to themselves to chat and mingle and discuss struggles or kinks and those kinds of things. Mondays will be for submissives, Wednesdays for dominants, and Thursdays for switches." He didn't know if anything else would catch her interest, but maybe something would.

#wyatt ft. interaction #wyatt and enzo #wyatt: f2f

Closed starter for @enzoacosta at the Boston Community Center during the chili cook-off.

Wyatt enjoyed making a batch of chili for the chili cook-off and had enjoyed looking at everyone's creations before selecting a few different kinds to try and put them on a tray to carry to a table. The nice thing about chili was that it was so versatile, and Wyatt didn't think there was really a way someone could make it wrong. As he made his way through the tables looking for a place to sit and eat, Wyatt greeted a few people whom he recognized. He knew that the community center had programming during the week, but as far as he could recall, this was the first time he'd been to one of their potluck community dinners on Fridays. Maybe he would make a point to attend one once a month or so, if that was something Master Forrest would allow, Wyatt thought to himself.

An empty seat popped into Wyatt's view, and he smiled when he recognized who was next to it. Javi popped into Starlight pretty regularly, sometimes for a coffee, sometimes to check out open mic night, and Wyatt thought that he seemed very nice when the two had spoken. Wyatt walked over to the empty seat and set down his tray as he looked over at "Javi" and greeted him warmly, "Hi Javi! I should have known you'd be here; you seem to go to a lot of community events. Did you enter a chili in the cook-off, or are you just sampling everyone else's creations?"

Kate laughed, a little irritated. Put two submissives together, and of course they were both trying to apologize and be accommodating. This should have been a quick and easy job. She'd just wanted to let Wyatt know what she was doing and get his okay, but now this conversation was getting in the way. She shook her head. "No, just... don't move." She snapped a shot of the bagels on the counter, then walked across the room and took some shots of the packed cafe.

"There," she said, as she returned to Wyatt. "That's all I need." She smiled, trying to reassure him that she wasn't upset, but her face still felt tense and she knew she probably didn't look very sincere. "Look, do you mind if I stay here for a bit and use your wifi to send these in? I meant what I said earlier– I do really like this place. And, um, I will take one of those bagels, actually."

He watched her for a moment when she said, don't move, as she went and took some shots from across the room. Wyatt wouldn't say he had an artistic bone in his body, not in terms of photography anyway. He wiped down the counter for a moment, then turned his attention back to her as she approached.

"Oh, that's totally fine, and yes, of course. I'm glad you like the vibe of the place. We really try to make it welcoming to all. I don't know if you'd be interested in it, but we have certain things some nights, like Fridays, which is open mic night, and Saturdays are slam poetry nights. And we're working on adding a few more things coming up soon, too." As he spoke, he moved to get her a whole bagel behind the counter, not just one of the samples he'd been offering. "On the house," he replied as he handed the bag with the bagel to her. It was the least he could do for how awkward he'd made this.

#wyatt: gifts recieved #wyatt and master #wyatt ft. gift

bostonxforrest

To: Wyatt Billiadeux From: Forrest Billiadeux Occasion: Valentine's Day Date: February 14, 2026 Note: Buon San Valentino, Poco Uno. Ti amo fino ai confini della terra.

@wyattbilliadeux

[Delivered to the Billiadeux home for @bostonxforrest ]

#wyatt ft. gift #wyatt and master #beantown valentines 2026 #wyatt: gift given

As he set down the tray, Kate sighed and pinched her nose. “No, don’t pose,” she told him. “It’s supposed to be candid.” It frustrated her when people tried to pose or look at the camera. That usually defeated the purpose of news photography. But it was her own fault for trying to direct him. Wyatt clearly seemed nervous, and she wasn’t helping anything. She’d much rather be a fly on the wall, and leave the talking to the reporters. But today she’d been sent out on her own, on an assignment she didn’t quite understand, after less than a week at her job. She had come in here stressed and frustrated, and now it was affecting her work.

She needed to get back into her element. Kate took a deep breath, then lowered the camera and approached the counter. “I’m sorry,” she said to Wyatt. “You don’t have to be in this if you don’t want. Why don’t I let you get back to work and I’ll take a couple shots of the customers and their bagels to keep my editor happy. Is that alright?”

As he watched her, Wyatt's smile faltered. "I'm sorry," he said, and couldn't help but feel like he was failing at this. Wyatt was a perfectionist; he didn't like feeling like he wasn't doing something right. He didn't want to have to go to Master and tell him that Wyatt hadn't been able to do the photos well; that would be good publicity for Starlight.

"No, I'm sorry, it's not you, it's me," Wyatt said, and forced himself to take a deep breath in and let it out to try to calm his nerves. "I don't mind; I'm just…" Wyatt paused and thought for a moment. "If you really want candid photos, maybe the best thing would be to kind of follow me as I interact with guests for a bit? I'll try to keep the lighting and such in mind, but doing it that way might give you the more authentic photos that you're wanting," he suggested. If she hated the idea, she could just go and photograph bagels and customers and do it that way, but Wyatt wanted to try to help her salvage this, if possible.

She set her camera down for long enough to quickly shake his hand, then went back to setting the exposure. “Out here is just fine,” she said. She wasn’t sure what she would need to see the back room for, but she also hadn’t explained what she needed to Wyatt, if it had been Forrest she’d spoken to earlier. “Yeah, it’s for National Bagel Day,” she told him, trying not to sound annoyed. “I’m supposed to get a picture of the crowd enjoying their bagels or whatever. Or maybe one with you and your um… display.” She gestured vaguely at the tray in Wyatt’s hand, though her eyes wandered across the cafe, looking for a good angle.

“Okay, I love all the sunlight, but that’s going to make it impossible to shoot basically anything in that direction,” went on, mostly talking to herself. “Why don’t you go stand by the counter?” she suggested. “Or behind it. Or whatever you’d normally do.” She looked to Wyatt expectantly.

Wyatt nodded his head as she said that the main area was fine; he didn't know what she would prefer, and he certainly didn't consider himself an expert at photography. He watched her looking around and silently wished that she would ask a patron to do this, or Master Forrest, or anyone but him. "Yeah, okay," he said, even though a part of him wanted to suggest she ask someone else. Was this technically in his job description as community liaison? He honestly didn't know, but he was going to look later. Wyatt could handle talking to people, hosting the open mic night, and even singing sometimes, but something about this was making him anxious. Maybe it was that this wasn't planned, but he wasn't taking time to dwell on it at the moment.

As he moved behind the counter, Wyatt's free hand moved to touch the Claim collar on his neck without even realizing he was—a nervous habit. He took a breath to try to calm his nerves before he set the tray on the counter, placed his palms on the counter, and smiled for the camera.

Meals Sunday, Feb. 08, 2026

Breakfast: Berry baked oatmeal Lunch: Leftover Zuppa Toscana Dinner: Spaghetti with salad and garlic bread Snack: Charcuterie Tray

bostonxforrest

As Wyatt moved Forrest's eyes followed, the corners of his mouth turning themselves upward slightly. In moments like these the Dominant couldn't help but to revel in the comfort he'd found within his submissive. The bond, the trust between them was something that astounded him, when he really thought about it, and seeing it in practice only deepened the feeling. Here, in this moment, simply knowing without question or doubt that his orders would be followed, filled Forrest with a feeling he found nearly indescribable.

As such their morning continued, following the same routine which he himself had laid out for them what simultaneously seemed like a short and long time ago. Of course, small changes had been made. Things had been tweaked to better accommodate a lived life. But, the structure was there. And, it was that very structure Forrest both craved and thrived on. He was beyond grateful to have found such an impeccably perfect match in his boy.

Wyatt's thanks came and Forrest nodded, acknowledging the response. When Wyatt spoke he listened intently, taking a small bite as he did, chewing slowly as he considered his boy's question. Swallowing, he moved to take a sip of his coffee before continuing. "You may. We, Poco Uno, are visiting the Billiadeux Villa, situato in Tuscany, Italy. We shall depart at 5:45 the morning of Friday, May 8. We shall leave to return home at 6:15 the morning of Friday, May 22."

#wyatt ft. interaction #wyatt and master #wyatt: f2f

After he asked his question, Wyatt waited patiently and didn't say anything more. He knew Master well enough by now to know that his Dominant wasn't one to just ignore a question. If it was something he didn't want to tell Wyatt, he would just tell him no, and that would be that. Wyatt couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face as he watched Master chew the bite of food. It always made him so happy to know that Master enjoyed and was pleased with the food that he'd made.

When Master spoke, Wyatt's brain filled with questions and things to do. Why were they going there? Did it have anything to do with Master's birthday being May 25th? What were they going to do? He needed to think about what the weather would be like in Italy and pack accordingly. They were going to the Billiadeux Villa; would other Billiadeuxs be there? If Wyatt were being honest, he would say he found Master's parents intimidating. Wyatt pulled himself from his thoughts and replied with a "Yes, Master," acknowledging that he understood the information he was given. With that, Wyatt knelt quietly and took a sip of his orange juice as he waited for further orders or conversation from Master.

Kate stared at him wide-eyed for a second, still getting her bearings in this place. “Uh– no,” she said quickly, and turned to set her camera bag down on a nearby table. “I’m Kate, from the Globe. We might have spoke on the phone? I talked to the owner about coming by for a photo.” She unzipped her bag, briefly turning her back to this friendly bagel salesman. That had come across more brusque than she had meant to. She had been frustrated all morning, annoyed at having to trudge around downtown Boston in the cold, just to take photos of people eating bagels. It wasn’t exactly the sort of work she’d hoped for when she took a job at the Globe, but that was no excuse to be rude.

She put on a wide, warm smile and turned back to him as she set up her camera. “This place is really cute,” she said. As she looked around, the compliment was genuine. She’d been searching for a good cafe ever since she moved here, and this place had the perfect atmosphere, with its comfy seating and the tall windows letting in plenty of sunlight. Maybe she should order a coffee while she was here, or at least take one of the delicious-smelling bagels she’d been offered. “And it looks like you’re pretty busy. Is it usually like this?”

The no didn't offend Wyatt; he knew that it wouldn't be for everyone. As she turned to set down her things, for a moment, Wyatt thought she didn't want to be bothered, so he was going to leave her alone until she faced him and spoke. "Oh, you probably spoke to Forrest Billiadeux? I'm technically co-owner of Starlight, but my Dominant and husband handles most of the day-to-day stuff. I primarily act as community liaison," he explained, and realized he was rambling. Wyatt shifted the platter to his left hand so that he could extend his right hand for her to shake. "I'm Wyatt. Wyatt Billiadeux, it's nice to meet you, Kate." Even though he had been married and Claimed for a few months now, it still felt odd to say Billiadeux as his last name, not DuPont anymore.

"Thank you, I think so too, but I'm kind of biased at this point," he replied with a light laugh. "It has its times of being really busy, that's for sure, but I do think we've been getting in extra people today because of it being National Bagel Day." Wyatt paused for a moment as he considered the photo she wanted to take. "Is this photo specifically for National Bagel Day or something more general? I could show you our back room, and you can decide where you'll find the best picture?"

Meals Saturday, Feb. 07, 2026

Breakfast: Green shakshuka Lunch: Zucchini Pasta with Lemon Garlic Shrimp Dinner: Zuppa Toscana soup Snack: Baked zucchini fries

Meals Friday, Feb. 06, 2026

Breakfast: Acai bowl with toppings of choice added. Lunch: Miso Instant Noodle Mason Jar Soup Dinner: Greek Lemon Garlic Sheet Pan Salmon with feta, potatoes, zucchini & tomatoes Snack: Slow cooker grape jelly meatballs

Meals Thursday, Feb. 05, 2026

Breakfast: Egg muffins with filling of choice added. Lunch: Chicken Caesar wrap with grapes and carrots with ranch. Dinner: Apple sausage-stuffed butternut squash Snack: Turkish Stuffed Mushrooms (Mantar Dolması)

Meals Wednesday, Feb. 04, 2026

Breakfast: Chia seed pudding with strawberries, blueberries, & almonds. Lunch: Greek pasta salad (with no onions) Dinner: Leftover vegetarian chili Snack: Healthy spinach and artichoke dip with garlic naan bread.

Meals Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2026

Breakfast: Turkish eggs. Lunch: Mason Jar Pho Soup Dinner: Chicken Stir Fry Snack: Baked zucchini fritters with garlic chive yogurt sauce

Meals Monday, Feb. 02, 2026

Breakfast: Overnight Oats (the picture is the base) with toppings of choice added. Lunch: Mediterranean Chickpea Salad (with no onions) Dinner: Crockpot vegetarian chili Snack: Falafel with tahini sauce