Tweetiebirdie:

tweetiebirdie‌:

Status: open to all @wilmingtonstarters​ Location: Mystique Boutique (Birdie’s store)

   A week into 2020, and Birdie had never felt more exhausted. Now the only owner of the boutique, it’d been almost 2 weeks since they’d gotten the day off… and as much as they loved their shop, the smell of sage was getting old. They leaned against the front counter casually, flipping through an application that had been dropped off earlier absently, when the door chime caught Birdie’s attention. “Hey, good afternoon. Just stopping in, or looking for anything specific?” 

Aiden had decided that 2020 would be the year that he became more open minded. The whole new year, new me philosophy was working it’s way when Aiden was strolling along a couple businesses and saw one that he had seen before, but never thought to go inside. As he plopped in, he was greeted by an unfamiliar face. His eyes quickly observed what there was to offer and everything seemed so unfamiliar to him. “I’m just stopping in,” he responded quickly. “What’s this store all about? I haven’t been in here before,” hoping that the store associate could help Aiden.

thepoppykingston‌:

“You know what I mean…” She trailed off, thinking that Disney would never allow things to go further than PG, and she obviously didn’t think it would be appropriate for kids. Although what he said about people kissing…. It was true. People kissed and sometimes it didn’t mean anything. She would rather, however that it did. However, even Poppy had to admit kissing some frogs to get to the prince charming. The only problem was that she was getting just the frogs. “I don’t want to brag, but──” She finished the sentence with a shrug. “I love them── I love kids.” She just didn’t have any of her own yet. She always thought she would have the big house, the grand family and marry the perfect boy, but her plan seemed to have failed. “What’s your thing again? ──what do you teach.”

“Yeah, I do,” he acknowledged. He didn’t mean to ramble on, it was a force of habit, especially when he met new people. Aiden let out a laugh when he heard that Poppy loved children. It didn’t surprise him, she seemed like the type of person who were the muse for Disney princesses. “Kids are cute, but I think they’re cute from a distance,” he admitted. He never grew up around nieces of nephews. Bouncing between foster homes forced the boy to have distant relationships with the other children in the house. “I teach English at the high school. Nothing too crazy over here. Speaking of, I need to actually head to the printers to get some stuff ready for the next month. I’ll catch you around town Popcorn,” he smiled, unsure of the nickname he just gave the blonde.

THE END

TEXT → GRAYGRAY

Gray: take me with you?

Aiden: I got you. You get shot gun

Aiden: Well...

Aiden: fun news, I found out I have a half-brother

Aiden Joseph,

Thank you for being my Superman, and for being there in ways that you could never even possibly know. Merry Christmas and a happy always.

Abigail Elizabeth

adamroswell‌:

“A ravenously fun night, granted that you know how to hold your liquor.” He gave the male a once-over, not entirely convinced that would be the case considering his skinny frame. Not that Adam was much bigger himself; he’d just had a lot of practice over the years. “Glad someone finally agrees with me. You a whiskey guy?” Adam arched a single brow, a small grin spread across his cheeks. “You act like they took you by the arm and forced you out of the house. Not a huge party guy, or do you just hate crowds?” he asked, unable to relate himself. He’d always been the outgoing, fun-loving type, even it it tended to get him in trouble.

Oh geez was the only thing Aiden could think of in response, but he realized how silly that sounded and changed his mind. “I mean, I used to be able to hold my liquor, but it’s been awhile. I’m a little rusty. I don’t recall the last time I’ve had more than a couple drinks,” he admitted, unsure of why he was so willing to give away that information. “Whiskey neat is one of the only drinks my body can handle. I’m not much of a clear liquor kinda guy,” he admitted. “Honestly, they practically had to drag me by my feet. I’m not much of a crowd guy. Parties I’m all for if I know most of the people. I just haven’t had the best experiences in bars,” he admitted. “What about you? Seems like you’re a natural here.”

jamesoncastello‌:

    I’m mad at her, too. The words never made it out of Jaime’s throat. Giving Aiden that little peek into the troubles he endured as a kid, trying to grow up alone and neglected; all of it, the whole night so far… it had been enough to make Jaime wish he’d never spoken a word. Those pieces of himself were not offered up freely, they weren’t a sample to pick at and discard. 

   Which is how Jaime felt right then. 

   Discarded. 

   The worst part about it? Jaime was sickeningly aware that Aiden felt the exact same, by Priscilla, thrown aside like he never mattered. It was a shared bitterness, but one that neither of them could mend at the moment. Jaime was resilient. He never gave up. Nothing could sway him when he decided he wanted something, and oh, he wanted this. He wanted a brother, and if Aiden was his only shot? 

   “Well… I’m sticking around for awhile,” Jaime said finally, voice gruff, holding back emotion. It had been so apparent moments before, but now a door had closed. “She’s not my mother, she’s ours.” Though, at this point, after such a… polite but staggeringly painful motivational speech, Jaime was just as suspicious as Aiden had been about their actual relation. The two couldn’t be more different, that was obvious. The younger sibling could feel the anger beginning to surge, threatening to crack the cool, barely collected surface. He knew the consequences of losing his shit at that moment, especially when Aiden had been so- well, whatever. Jaime certainly wasn’t going to think of the word gracious, despite it’s accuracy. 

   It wasn’t a no. Aiden said process. But… he also asked a question, again, that Jaime did not want to answer. After spewing such intimate details of his own trauma, it felt wrong to bring up the whole super perfect step-dad who had ‘saved’ the family. Not that Jaime wanted anything to do with it, but… he could see how that would go over with Aiden, already feeling unwanted. “I’m a fuckin’ super spy, dude, what do you want me to say? Anyone can be found if they’re wanted enough.” Subtle dig, but intentional nonetheless. Jaime held Aiden’s gaze for a moment, secretly hoping the words sunk in. “See ya ‘round, brother.” 

Aiden tried to examine the other body’s language, wondering how weird it was for the other person as well. Aiden of course had to give the brunette credit for even willing to show up to someone’s door to announce that the two were half-siblings. He wasn’t going to admit it, but part of him felt slightly okay, to know that there was still family. Then the other part of him knew that it was different, to know that the two shared the same bloodline, but that was the extent of their relationship. Although Aiden and Grayson were only best friends, Aiden felt more of a sibling relationship toward his friend than he did to his stranger who just showed up a couple hours ago. 

Aiden didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t force the other to leave town. It wasn’t his right. He didn’t know if Jaime had just come to visit for a week or if Jaime had found a place to stay and was making a living for himself already in Wilmington. Aiden knew he was bound to run into the other sooner or later and part of him was nervous about that. If this was how their first interaction was going to be, he didn’t know how things would be down the line if the two bumped into each other again. Of course, Aiden would be cordial, but that was just something he knew he had to be. He felt obligated to be nice to this stranger.

Aiden didn’t know what to say every time that Jaime kept referring to Priscilla as their mother. “Look, I get that you’re trying to get me to acknowledge that we’re brothers, which I do. I acknowledge that we’re biological brothers, but your mother isn’t mine. My mother was the person who chose to keep me, to love me, to make me feel wanted every second of the day. Sure, she gave me half my DNA, but that’s the extent of my relationship to that woman, so please don’t say she’s our mother when I don’t even know anything about her except for her first name.” Aiden had never been curious enough like some other adoptees to try to find his biological family. He didn’t have a desire to after hearing about what Priscilla had done to him.

Aiden understood that Jaime wanted to find him, but he just wasn’t ready. It was a lot of information at once for the 27 year-old. Sure, of course, part of him wished he could invite Jaime inside so that the two could get to know each other, but this was just how Aiden dealt with things. He needed time. He didn’t want the situation to only get worse from here. “I highly doubt you’re a spy. I just want to know the answer to how you found me, but it’s obvious that you’re avoiding it so I don’t know why I’m going to keep pushing it. Like how I don’t know why you would push me to say that Priscilla is our mother,” he spat out, unsure of where that comment even came from. He didn’t want to feel the pain he was feeling, but how could he help it? “Bye,” Aiden muttered, giving Jaime one final look before walking back into his apartment, unsure of where he stood in his emotions.

THE END