lost in space

wyatt clayborne . 36 . baker at Wild Flour Baker . ex-army

[wyattclayborne]

@elsiehampton​:

Entering the door of Wild Flour Bakery, Elsie couldn’t stop the smile on her face as she was greeted by the smell of freshly baked goods. It was something she’d never tired of. Since moving to town it had fast become one of her favourites with her making almost daily visits to grab some cookies. Today, she’d opted for some shortbread. After recieving her order, she admired the goods that were on show. “Don’t you wish you could bake things that tasted this good?” Elsie admired the cakes in front of her. “I’m the worst baker. It’s a skill I just cannot seem to master so I gave up. Maybe I should start trying again.“ @frostfordstart​

Wyatt wasn’t behind the counter like he typically was, instead he had taken over cleaning up the few tables that sat in the corner of the bakery, and fixing the displays. They’d been slow for the last hour or so, and he’d finished all of his baking for the day, so figured he would give himself a mini break. When the door rang with the new entrance, he glanced over his shoulder, but was glad the customer was being taken care of, until she spoke to him. He let out a low chuckle and tossed his towel over his shoulder, “It all takes practice. Trust me, before I started here full time, the best I could do was a few batches of cookies, here or there, when I had the time.”

[wyattclayborne]

hillie-young‌:

Hillie wasn’t sure how they kept getting her number. She made sure she was unlisted in the phone book and she had changed her number a couple of times already. And yet that didn’t do her any good. They still were able to track her down. Listening to what the person on the other end had to say, she sighed. “You have the wrong number. Please don’t call again.” That part of her life was over yet no one would ever let her move past it. Hanging up, she put her phone away. @frostfordstart​

Wyatt couldn’t help but overhear the phone conversation, and felt his protective instincts raise up at the tension in her shoulders. He waited until she hung up her phone, before crossing the short distance to her, voice pitched low, “Is everything, okay?”

[wyattclayborne]

theproblemofmaria‌:

Maria hummed to herself as she bobbed and weaved through the aisles of Bushel Grocery Store. While always a fan of the spookier times of the year, even she had to admit that she was a sucker for the festivities of the Christmas season. One of her favorite parts was the food, and she always enjoyed cooking for her co-workers at her old job in Orlando, so she hoped to carry that into Frostford. Pausing in the bakery aisle, she tapped the nearest person to her on the shoulder lightly. “Excuse me, I’m awfully sorry to bother you, but I have a question. What is your favorite holiday food or treat? I’m trying to get some things together for my-coworkers to nibble on during the busy holiday season, but I’m afraid I don’t know what the local delicacies are around here.” @frostfordstart​

Wyatt had paused somewhere in the middle of the baking aisle, lost in his thoughts as he contemplated whether he wanted to do something new and interesting at the bakery, or find something to eat that night. Sometimes it was easier just to bake what was in his head, then to let the other thoughts take over, but it wasn’t the healthiest and he was still trying to find his balance. The soft tap might’ve had him reacting more vividly a few months ago, but his violent reactions had tapered off in the relative safety of this town, so he did nothing more but smile and blink as his thoughts came back to him. “Pretty sure pumpkin pie is always at the top of the list, but pecans are the most popular around here. Even have a festival for it an’ everything. Give your co-workers something with pecans and you’ll be the bell of the ball.”

[wyattclayborne]

@rayclayborne​‌:

           “Not sure the radio even works in here anymore,” he conceded with a quick glance at the old radio that he hadn’t used for as long as he could remember, most things on the truck were on their last leg and the radio was the least of his worries. Mostly he wanted to make sure the truck could make it here and back with the trailer and horse secured as he parked at the top of the long drive before he killed the engine. It looked like a standard farm, the house to the left with a barn to the right and everything else in between as he tried to keep his grin contained at his brother’s need to know everything that was going on. “It might help a kid that’s a bit nervous around horses get more comfortable. An’ since you like to act like a child, I thought this might be the perfect way to see if the horse is what I’m lookin’ for.” That was all he was going to say about it, when the horse was actually meant for Wyatt as he propped open the door and stepped out, going out to meet the man he’d been talking to about a horse.

“I could probably fix that for you.” He may not be the most mechanically inclined, but he’d had enough down time on bases over the years to know a few things about making broken things work again. The memory of one particular day was bittersweet, and the words were almost on  “Oh, is that why I’m here. An’ here I thought you liked my company.” His words didn’t have any bite as he grinned at his brother and followed him from the truck, albeit at a slower pace. He took a moment to work out the kinks in his leg, letting his gaze wander over the farm and finding a few horses that had moved to the fence. Without even thinking about it, he found himself heading towards the one closest, smiling softly as he held a hand out to let them sniff it before rubbing it along their forehead. “I’m not a kid, am I?”

[wyattclayborne]

@elisewright​‌:

It had been a long day and she’s in a bar itching to get a drink. Normally she doesn’t drink, but the way her day went today, she could use a bottle or two.  “So… any recommendations? I’m the worst at drinking so I don’t know what to get.”

( @frostfordstart​ )

Wyatt didn’t often spend time at the bar, but he’d had a long enough shift at the bakery, that the last thing he wanted to do was go home to his Aunt’s house and deal with questions. He new Linda would notice the moment he walked through the door that he was in pain, and would recognize the strain around his eyes. He chanced a glance at the woman next to him and smiled slightly as he lifted his own glass to her, “I’m afraid, the only recommendation I’ll be able to give you , is that the bartender makes a mean Shirley Temple.”

[wyattclayborne]

@rayclayborne​‌:

“Yeah we’re here,” he managed to get out around nearly colliding both them and the trailer into the ditch if he hadn’t been paying attention at the last second to his brother’s antics. Or maybe his own. Part of him wondered if this was even a good idea, but he figured that there was only one way to know was to test it out as he rounded the corner of the long drive towards the ranch that he’d been in contact with since learning about the horse they had for a sale. They had a few actually, but he wasn’t looking to add to the numbers other than one horse in particular as he took a quick glance to his brother and back on the gravel road once more. “An’ it couldn’t have come soon enough ‘cause I think I need out of this truck if we’re gonna try an’ last the ride back home.” He might have been grinning while he spoke, but Ray couldn’t help it. There was a bit of excitement to see if his brother and the horse got on well enough before making the final purchase. “It’s a horse, you know, to ride.”

“Oh, don’t say that, Raylan. You know you love my conversation. You’d be bored without me.” Wyatt enjoyed the back and forth, more than he probably would if they were still teenagers dealing with too many emotions, and not enough parental support. “Besides, what would you do, listen to the radio? They only play, like, the same three songs.” Even as he spoke his attention was drifting to the world outside of the truck, taking in the ranch that was similar, but different, in many ways to Raylan’s own place. He was excited to see the horse they’d driven all this way to see, even if he still didn’t know why he had to go. He didn’t know the difference between a good horse or a bad horse, really, but he’d try his best. “Well, yeah, but you got plenty of horses to ride already, what makes this one so special?”

[wyattclayborne]

camillaward‌:

“You gonna start servin’ oatmeal, then? Round out all the breakfast options?” Cami grinned as she stretched out in her seat, getting comfortable with her pastry. She murmured a thank you as best as she could while she chewed, swallowing it down with a sip of the coffee that Wyatt offered her. She felt awkward about the subject, but of all the people in the world to talk to about the worry that tugged at her, he seemed like the best one. “He’s not that bad of a dancer, y’know.” It came automatically, the jump to defend Ray, and Cami blushed. Her hands fell to her lap and she sighed, spilling the words like a secret. “Well, when everyone left– he kissed me.”

“Why not? If it gets more people in the door, the more the merrier.” Enjoying the chance to get off his feet, he settled back in his chair and cradled his coffee to his chest, watching her for a few quiet moments. She seemed restless, uneasy, like she needed to get something off her chest, and he’d always found it to be easiest to get people to talk by saying nothing at all. And he wasn’t disappointed. Wyatt was grateful he hadn’t taken a sip of coffee, or he might’ve spit it up all over the both of thim. “He did what?” Chuckling softly, he shook his head and finally took a sip of his drink, “’Bout damn time, if you ask me.” His grin was warm and playful as he gestured towards her with his mug, “So then why’re you here with me, instead of with him?”

[wyattclayborne]

@camillaward​‌:

Cami laughed, reaching into the bag to pull out one of the pastries to bite into before they even sat down. “You’re just like your brother, you know,” she couldn’t help but remark, snickering, “Except you’re treatin’ me like one of his horses when they haven’t been fed yet.” The blueberry would stain her teeth and her clothes if she was clumsy with it, but it was one of her favourites– worth the risk. The brunette took a seat, leaning back and setting down her bag and the pastries as she continued to chew. “Well, I’m here for the company of course,” she said, toeing the subject cautiously, “But also I wanted to talk. Did Ray say anythin’ about homecomin’ to ya?”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment, even though I figure Ray might now.” Grinning he settled in to the chair with only the smallest of winces as he banged his prosthetic against the chair leg. “And there isn’t too much difference between feeding a hungry horse, an’ a hungry customer. Y’both end up happy in the end, so what’s it matter if you get oats or a muffin?” He set down her coffee in front of her, before leaning back in his chair and taking a small sip, raising a brow at her suddenly cautious manner. “Other than makin’ fun of him for his horrible dance moves? Not really. Should he’ve mentioned something to me that I missed?”

[wyattclayborne]

@rayclayborne​‌:

“You’d be surprised by how much they talk. An’ how long they’ll go too until they get what they want.” It was usually something that he had to listen to whenever he was a few minutes late to feeding them or when he didn’t show with a treat, something that Camilla had taught them they deserved just by being there. He couldn’t fault her, but it made for some noisy complaints when he wasn’t her. Not that he could blame them, he made the same complaints to himself when she wasn’t around. “There ain’t no such thing as makin’ one horse better than another, just one that’s got a different purpose than another. An’ this one has a purpose for the ranch if I can get there before it’s gone.” And could judge if it got along with Wyatt as he peered over at his brother, nearly missing his turn as he hit the brakes just fast enough to make the turn with the trailer still attached and in good shape. “Don’t say a word ‘bout that.”

“You hearin’ voices Ray? The horses talkin’ to you? Buddy, just remember. If they start telling you to run people over and crush them with your hooves, dont. listen.” Snickering softly, he knew Ray was talking about how chatty they could be when hungry, or simply playful, but it was more fun to find a new way to poke fun at his younger brother. “Well, alright, an’ what’s this one’s purpose, then?” He’d seen the number of horses Ray had at the ranch, and he couldn’t imagine he needed more, not when they all seemed to get worked equally with lessons and the various rodeos they were shipped out on. At the sharp hit to the brake, he instantly braced himself against the dashboard and held on tight as his heart rate skyrocketed, sending Ray a flat look with a low, “Mum’s the word.” His amusement quickly bled away into a small thread of excitement as he caught sight of the ranch and the animals spread out, the greenery bringing life to an already abundant land. No matter how long he lived out here, in Frostford especially, he didn’t think he’d get used to how green it all was. “I’m guessing we’re here?”

[wyattclayborne]

@camillaward​‌:

Camilla grinned, looking at the full section of blueberry turnovers. “Maybe I’ll mix it up and get one of those and a raspberry, just to keep you on your toes.” She was careful to not lean on the glass, it was spotless at the moment, meaning that she was not to be blamed for any fingerprints that were left behind. “Both are for me, but I’ll go halfsies if you want some variation.” She grinned greedily, plucking up the bag. “Two lumps of sugar and it’s perfect,” Cami instructed, gesturing towards the door impatiently as she reached for some cash from her wallet, slipping it into the tip jar, “It’s beautiful out, come on.”

“Mixing it up, it is.” Wyatt may spend most of his day in the bakery, but he rarely tried his own creations, unless it was something entirely new. There were a few treats he would have, without fail, though, and grabbed a small chocolate chip muffin for himself to take outside. “Nah, you keep your treats to yourself. I don’t want you getting hangry and trying to bite off a few of my own fingers for getting between you two.” Chuckling under his breath, he took a few more moments to make them both something to drink, then carried the cups and his own muffin towards the seats outside. “So, you got anything special you wanted to chat about, or you here just for my awesome presence.”

[wyattclayborne]

@holdcnhq​‌:

“’nd we have very little of that by the sounds of it,” he replied with a smile hidden by another sip of his bourbon coffee. unwrapping the cupcake and breaking it in two, holden sat back slightly as wyatt spoke, resting one elbow on the bar and his chin in his hand. “yeah? could prob’ly say the same about you and some of the men i knew. think the uh, patriot story got a good beatin’ over the years – plenty of ‘em started out with all that shit and ended up just… bitter,” he paused, frowning into his coffee thoughtfully. “can’t say i blame ‘em, obviously.” mostly on the grounds that he’d found himself feeling the same way, though perhaps a little more on the angry side than bitter, though somehow he’d managed to work through it for the most part. no doubt that was thanks to maddie. “think that’s the same for pretty much everything though really, hey? people who’ve been through shit before know what it’s like – even if it’s a different kinda shit entirely.” he watched wyatt, silent for a moment and becoming acutely aware that the marine first sergeant still lived within him in the process – by this point, holden wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to switch that part of him off.. “how’ve you been then, hm? outside of bakin’ the whole of frostford into a sugar coma.”

Wyatt hummed softly under his breath and took a sip of his own sugary-coffee, “Kind of hard to go through all that we do and not come out the other end a little bitter.” Wyatt didn’t hate everything that he’d gone through and done, but there were definitely parts of his past that he wished he could forget. He’d seen the same look in the eyes of many of the men and women he’d served with, and the ones who didn’t look haunted, worried him more. The ones who’d lost all sense of right and wrong were the ones he’d learned to look out for, and keep them from getting themselves, or others, killed. Wyatt may have gotten out of the military, but it would always be in him, he knew that, but at least he could tried to find something else for himself these days. “Besides spending more time at the bakery than in my Aunt’s spare bedroom?” Chuckling softly, he let his arms rest on the bar as he shifted towards Holden, able to speak more openly with the man, considering how similar their lives had been once upon a time. “They’ve been okay. Sleep’s been hard to come by these last few weeks, but I’ve come up with some great recipes for the bakery as a result. And you? Still treating my favorite eight-year-old like the Queen she’s gonna grow up to be?”

[wyattclayborne]

@bianchililian​‌:

Lilian laughed. It was the only reaction she could have towards the embarrassing situation she caught herself in. At least he wasn’t one of those people who are constantly in a bad mood and would’ve reacted badly towards her mistake. “Let me pay you another drink, it’s the least I could. Just let me know what you’ve ordered, so I can ask for the same drink for you.” She replied, showing a brief smile right after her sentence. “And it’s well… nice to meet you, Wyatt. Busy day, busy week, busy month. You name it. I’m still getting used to this whole new routine I got myself in and also, when it comes to this town. Any tips are welcomed.”

Wyatt grinned, and shook his head, reaching for the coffee she’d inadvertently taken a drink from already, “Hey, no harm, no foul. No need to buy anything else, not when I’ve still got a perfectly good drink right here.” When you’d spent most of your life in combat situations, and over crowded barracks, a little bit of saliva didn’t really phase him. “Oh really? So where’re you from that’s got you all out of sorts? I’m going to guess a big city?” He chuckled softly, remembering his first few months of being in the small town, so unlike any other place he’d lived in his life. Though, he had his rehabilitation to help give him a focus when settling into town at his Aunt’s house. “I think the hardest thing for me has been how nice everyone is?” A strange thing to have trouble coming to terms with, but he knew how to handle people being full of themselves, or overly aggressive. The fact that people were simply nice was still a little strange for him.

[wyattclayborne]

@coltonrollins​‌:

Colt glanced up when realized someone else had come into the theater and grinned, giving Wyatt a little wave. “–Sure am. I’ve been waitin’ to see it until the hype died down. I thought I was gonna have the whole theater to myself– but I guess I won’t mind sharing, as long as you ain’t gonna talk my ear off the entire time,” he joked. “–How’s everything goin’?” The previews hadn’t yet started, so he couldn’t help making small talk and catching up with Wyatt. 

Wyatt chuckled softly and settled down in his own seat, close enough to chat comfortably with Colton, but not close enough to bother the man during the movie. He could understand the desire to be left alone for a few hours, and didn’t want to ruin the experience, just in case. “This is the first time I’ve had enough free time to hit up the movies, so hope it lives up to the hype.” He grinned and tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth and shrugged, “It’s going as well as it can be. I haven’t caught anything on fire in a few months, at least. How about you? Everything still surviving out there?”

[wyattclayborne]

@rayclayborne​‌:

“Nah, I’d be perfectly fine if you weren’t here. I might actually enjoy the ride an’ the silence that came with it or the radio,” he replied even though the radio was liable to not get a station out here as they drove further from Frostford and to a town that was even smaller than their own. It meant that the radio was a no go, and conversation was easily the best way to pass the time. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Remind me next time when I go an’ invite you on an errand that I need to do, to not invite you ‘cause if you’re gonna be like this? I can figure out if the horse is the right fit for the ranch or not without you.” Except not this errand as they drew closer towards the farm that he’d called about the horse, knowing that it was outside of the next town so it wouldn’t be long now.

“Eh, you get enough silence every day out there with those horses. The least you could do is listen to my dulcet tones for an hour or so every day.” Wyatt didn’t bother hiding his grin, happy to know he could still rile Ray up, even after all of these years. “What’s so special about this horse, anyways? Like, what makes one horse any better than another?” Wyatt truly was interested, because there were many things he was knowledgeable about in his life, but most of them were various ways to kill someone else. Learning about baking, and possibly horses, helped quiet those thoughts when he was left on his own.

[wyattclayborne]

dankimkong‌:

When Daniel woke up that morning, he had no idea he was about to have the best day of his life. He walked into the bakery, attempting conversation while half asleep, just getting his usual order, when Wyatt had invited him to try out the various pies he was working on. Daniel sputtered, stumbling over his words like some starstruck idiot, but his answer had been absolutely, yes. Now he was sitting back here, fork in hand, with too many pies. He was almost disappointed in himself for even allowing the thought that he’d had too much pie, as if there was such a thing, but Daniel kept trying bites of everything Wyatt offered. He even went as far as having a second helping of his favorites. Digging his fork into the slice set in front of him, Daniel scooped a bite into his mouth, chewing slowly, attempting to catalogue all the flavors.

“I don’t think so. Which one was this, again?”

If Wyatt hadn’t survived most of his life in the military without being horrendously overly detailed in everything he did, so despite the chaos of the table covered in pies, he had every note about each one written meticulously down in his notebook. Sliding his finger down the page, he found the one that Daniel was currently eating and chuckled, “You’ve got the triple pecan chocolate with hazlenut.” He sent Daniel a grin, and set down the notebook before sitting down across from him, “You about to burst, yet?”

[wyattclayborne]

@rayclayborne​‌:

“You’re a fucking shit, you know that?” Ray shook his head, trying not to smile when the other smacked him upside the arm and called him out on that dance floor when all Ray could think about was how close he’d come to telling Cami how he felt. It was on the tip of his tongue, just like wanting to tell Wyatt about the horse they were on their way to pick up. “You do that an’ you’ll never hear the end of it if you think this is me complainin’ at you. An’ it was definitely longer than fifteen minutes. It was closer to thirty. If I had known that you were gonna sleep all day long, then I would have not even asked you to come.” It wasn’t the truth, but he couldn’t help the sarcastic twitch to his lips.

“Yeah, yeah, I do. An’ you love me for it.” Wyatt’s grin was unrepentant as he shifted in his seat to get a better look at his brother, enjoying the back and forth more than he should for being brought along on a horse errand. Waving his hand, his grin only grew as he settled in to watch Ray drive, “Whatever, you’d be bored out of your mind if I wasn’t here.” Even though he didn’t know a thing about horses, it was still fun to be out and about with Ray, rather than in the bakery or following Ray around the ranch. “Plus, you only have yourself to blame for inviting me in the first place.”

[wyattclayborne]

@camillaward​‌:

@wyattclayborne

“Y’know,” Cami said, speaking as she breezed through the door of the bakery, “Maybe we should just start doin’ a thing where you just keep extra pastries for me every mornin’ so I can stop clearin’ you clean out when I show up around breakfast time.” She grinned broadly at Wyatt through the sparkling glass of the display case, already peering inside to see what kind of treat she wanted to have. “If I order two, can ya take a break and come hang out with me? I don’t have to open the Clothesline for another half hour.”

Wyatt chuckled as Camilla breezed through the bakery doors, the morning rush already over with, leaving Wyatt alone in the shop till the lunch rush. “What makes you think I don’t already make extras for you?” There were those who had become regulars over the bakery since he’d started working there, and he always made sure to have a few extras of their favorites on hand, just in case. Cami’s most of all. “That depends, is one of those for me, or should I be picking out one of my own?” He was already pulling out a few treats for them, and sliding them across the counter for her to grab as he moved to make them both some coffee, “You want it with cream?”