aiden f. harper. 26. journalist. northside. we've been falling, falling,
It's like we fell to the TOP
I was born to cut a million,
cut my TEETH and made a killing
now I'm dodging, dodging,
EVERYTHING you think that i'm not
archetype of television
was lost in thought but held my VISION.
damon cringed hearing that, fuck. of all the people to see that of course aiden did. that was his karma wasn’t it. he downed his own glass and set it down “oh- you saw that?” he said stupidly. he crossed his arms over his chest, thinking of how to go about this now. “okay– okay fine,” he groaned out “yes we basically dry humped against the bar but i was trying to prove a point! that i could resist him,” he shrugged simply. “clearly, i failed miserably and i’m insane to do this over again with him,” he sighed. “what do i do, i’m fine one minute, dating someone else, everything is going good. then he comes over to get his things two months later and i’m putty.”
“God, you’re such a sap,” Aiden groaned, shaking his head disapprovingly. It was hard not to cringe at Damon’s explanation, one that he had heard at least a dozen times by now. The male couldn’t even pretend to guess what it was like to be so smitten with someone that you’d basically let them treat you like a doormat, so it was kind of hard to patiently listen to his friend talking about how he was setting himself up for more heartbreak for the umpteenth time. “Honestly, this is far from normal. Who hurt you so badly in the past and made you feel like you have to settle for a self-absorbed brat that says the word hashtag in real life, unironically?" A frown etched into Aiden’s features as the famous saying ‘It takes one to know one’ crossed his mind. Like Brooks, Aiden also didn’t care much for monogamy, and he too put his own needs before anyone else’s, but Aiden could justify that to himself because he was content living his bachelor lifestyle, so he wasn’t hurting or burdening anyone with his behavior. It was time for some tough love, but Aiden wasn’t sure that Damon was willing to listen, since he already sounded like he was too far gone. “This is nothing but a game to him. You are nothing but a game to him. And the sad part is that deep down inside, you know that already, and yet you still cling to him for affection, no matter how many times he hurts you, because of the rare moments where he does make you feel loved and important. You crave that feeling so much that you’re willing to look past how much he fucks you up in the process. You’re basically a junkie for Brooks McKnight,” Aiden spoke matter-of-factly, trying not to be too harsh, but at the same time, he needed his words to really sink in.
“So, speaking of a horrific crime with an equally underwhelming plot twist — “ Aiden started, squinting his dark eyes at his friend as he took a sip from his wine glass. “I really don’t know how much more secondhand embarrassment I can take, Sharp. You and the ginger cringe at the Valentine’s party? I feel like I’ve lost at least twenty years off my life watching you two swap saliva like a couple of horny teenagers at prom. Please knock it off with that tomfoolery before I’m expired.”
Darcy barely listened to the male talk, wishing she didn’t start the conversation with the uptight Northsider who thought he was some how amazing. “Sorry, who the fuck do you think you are? Why do you think that I’m trying to impress you? That’s pretty gross, seeing as your hair has more gel in than a tub of lube. Do you think your the greatest gift round here? That’s cute.”
“Aiden Harper, at your service, babe,” Aiden smirked as he tossed his business card on the table. “It’s interesting that you haven’t heard of me, because I’m used to my reputation preceding me.” Unmoved by her insults, he took the liberty to sit down beside her. “Well, we can’t all be blessed with long, naturally shiny locks like yours, beautiful, but I can assure you that our lord and savior made dropping the ball in that department more than up to me in other, more important areas.”
Owen was trying his best to stay calm in the whole situation–he liked Maverick, he thought he was a good kid. It was kind of tearing him up to know that he was being pinned as a murderer, and the older male knew that simply wasn’t true. Sitting outside of the Fontaine on the cement steps leading inside, he still had a half finished cocktail in his hand he’d forgotten to set down on the way out. At the sound of footsteps, he looked up, “Sorry– Didn’t mean to be in the way.” He said, scooting over. “Long night, huh?”
“You can say that again. And what a complete and utter waste of my time it was,” Aiden scoffed, fumbling a half-crushed pack from his pocket, and pulled out his lighter and a cigarette for himself before tossing it over to Owen. “You look like you need one, babe.”
blue glanced up at the man who approached her and tried to keep her expression neutral. how ironic, to be ditched by one player only to have another approach her. she wasn’t fooled into thinking it was for any other reason than that she was there. or maybe she was just cynical when she began drinking. something she hadn’t done at all, really, until today. “you know, i’m probably not the girl you’re looking for here. i’m sure she’s by the bar or on the dance floor.”
“Thanks for the advice, gorgeous. It’s very much appreciated,” he chuckled, taking a sip from his dry martini. Interesting, she didn’t strike him as a hard-to-get kind of gal, but Aiden Harper wasn’t one to back down on a challenge that easily. “However, I’m afraid it’s virtually impossible to focus on any other girl with your presence in the same room, so if you don’t mind, I’d rather stay here in your delightful company. Until your boyfriend returns, of course.”
Though Bryony hadn’t exactly been expecting to work at the gala, as soon as the intercom stated what had just happened, the detective sprung straight into action. Grabbing a hair tie from her purse and pulling her hair up into a messy bun, she immediately followed everyone to the exit, staying there to stop anyone from re-entering. As the person approached, she shook her head. “No one can come back in.”
The ball had been an absolute snooze fest for most of the night. Seriously, what was there to enjoy about happy couples living their best cheesy life? Nothing, according to Aiden Harper, at least. If it wasn’t for his work assignment, he wouldn’t have even considered going. Apparently, there was one other person who felt the same way, as the mysterious Grudge decided to rear it’s ugly head again. While he was hoping for some excitement tonight, another murder wasn’t the kind he had in mind. Regardless, it looked like he was going to have to pull an all-nighter, collecting, the facts and writing about it for the morning edition of the newspaper. What an absolute drag. “Go back in and rish some tryhard wannabe chopping up this handsome face? Nah, i don’t think so gorgeous,” he addressed the police officer, and showed her his press id-badge. “Blue & Gold, I would like to know what’s going on in there. The people have the right to know.”
Darcy looked at the other person, a small smirk on their face as they sipped at their cocktail. Twirling her hair, she shrugged at them. She had a plate of half-eaten food in front of her as well as several empty glasses. “How else did you think I was going to get through this evening. Seeing as I’m now here, might as well make use of all the facilities here. Do you have any idea on what to do? I’m getting a little bored..So entertain me.”
“Well, I’ll admit that my hopes for you weren’t very high, and yet you still weren’t able to meet them. It’s quite tragic, really,” Aiden stated matter-of-factly, a judgemental look in his dark eyes as he watched the girl stuff her face. “Mhm, I would suggest the usual, but I can’t say your aesthetic is that much of a turn on for me right now. Try a little harder next time, babe.”
oh look it’s that Extra binch ren bringing you her second trashcan son. and if you think i’m stopping here, you’d be dead wrong, because my worst character has yet to show up ( tomorrow probably ). brace yourselves, pals.
aiden f. harper aka the guy your momma always warned you about.
he was born and grew up in riverside. his mother is a graphic designer and his father is a journalist. they split up shortly after aiden was born, but his mother was quick to remarry a guy she was having an affair with. he has two younger half-siblings.
the harper family is pretty well-off. i wouldn’t say they are insanely rich, but they definitely live comfortably. at the moment, aiden lives by himself on the northside of town.
aiden is a journalist. he writes for the newspaper ‘blue & gold’, where he also has his own column. it’s not exactly his dream job, but you know, it pays the bills for now, but he’s hoping a better job opportunity will present itself sooner rather than later.
aiden is the type of person who is determined to get whatever he wants in life. he’s a very ambitious, manipulative, slightly pretentious little shit. long story short, he’s a capital t trash.
he sleeps around a lot, and is not the type to fall in love, but when he does fall, he falls hard. ....which is the reason why he tends to avoid it.
all trash considered i’d like to think he has a good heart, though. sorta. i hope.
cos while he can be snarky and sarcastic, and loves pushing people’s buttons, he’s also very protective over his loved ones, his family (aside from his step-father) and his friends.
his hobbies include reading and writing, corrupting the innocent and eating booty like groceries ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
this intro got ridiculous fast. this is what happens when you write when you should sleep. anyway, you know the drill: come plot with me! i’m looking for friends connections, (past) hook-ups and relationships, enemies/rivals, FRENEMIES, good & bad influences, first love, etc.
“You know, just before I spotted you here, I was certain that I was the only hot person at this basic ball, but thanks for proving me wrong, beautiful,” Aiden flirted, shamelessly looking the shy wallflower that was standing awkwardly in a corner up and down. “So, are you having fun? Or would you like some help with that?” he smirked, biting his lower lip suggestively
it was no surprise that amelia was drunk, anyone could tell that by the way she was walking on the beach. feeling unsteady, she gripped the back of his sun lounger before clearing her throat. “is that any way to talk to your mother? get over yourself, no one’s after your autograph. the novelty wears off, trust me.” she snickered slightly before slowly sitting down on the sand next to him. “so, this wedding shit, it’s going ahead, by the way. i spoke with harry and he’s totally fine with it, encouraging even so please just accept it and be my maid of honour. can’t exactly ask elle because she’s giving me ultimatums, so you’re my next choice.” her words were slurred as she nodded her head in time with her words.
As if things weren’t bad enough already, the male now had to deal with his intoxicated mother on top of all his own drama. Aiden Hyatt was known for a lot of things, but certainly not his patience, and as much as he loved his mother, she was dangerously close to cross his limit. “The novelty? Is that what you tell yourself, mother?” A harsh and somewhat unnecessary comment, but it was hard to stay polite while he was already on edge, and the scent of alcohol on her breath did nothing to improve his mood. The last thing he wanted to talk about was the woman’s wedding, so of course she brought it up once again. Apparently his lies weren’t enough to convince her to cancel it all the previous time they talked, so it was time to step up his game. Of course she had talked to Harry; he wasn’t even surprised about that, but he was quick to come up with a way to spin it in his advantage. “Yes, I know. I know how you went behind my back and cross-examined him with the information that I had given you in private, all because I was convinced that was the only way to stop you from damaging the kid even further. My little brother confided in me, and I broke his trust. I suppose I only have myself to blame for the fact that he had a full blown panic attack the other night, when you were out drinking, all because of your ‘wedding shit’ and the fact that he can no longer trust his own brother because I betrayed him by telling you his secret.” A dramatic pause followed after his rant, until he broke the silence with a few icy words. “Do what you want with your ‘wedding shit’, mother. You’ve made it more than obvious that no one can stop you. Don’t count on me to help you with anything, though. I’m done.”
Lucia figured she should probably get her beach fix in for the day. She’d spent too much time cataloguing plant life in her journal for one day. She was walking down the sand when she heard the other’s voice. “Woah – no. You’re not exactly someone I’d get an autograph from. No offence.” She retorted, eyebrows raised. “I was literally just walking passed and scoping out the beach. I didn’t see whatever was on your phone that seems to have you so antsy, don’t worry.” She laughed.
“You know, saying ‘no offense’ doesn’t make it any less offensive. Or any less of a lie for that matter, sweetheart,” Aiden countered, pushing his sunglasses slightly down the bridge of his nose so he could peer over them. A thoughtful expression settled across his face as his dark brows knit together. She had a point when she called him antsy. Aiden was rarely fazed by anything, but this news had him on edge. However, based on her reaction, it didn’t seem very likely that she read his text. “Me? Antsy?” A soft chuckle was forced through stiff lips. “Nah, just unwilling to share my steamy sexts with you, Lucy. I have a reputation to uphold and I can’t risk you copying my smooth lines, since we both know you wouldn’t be able to do them justice with your poor timing and even shittier delivery.”
“you’re sitting in my chair,” she simply noted as she walked around the beach chair to face him. it was a statement more than anything, not meant to accuse or offend. she didn’t even care that much, really. it was her chair, though, her standard spot on the beach. she hadn’t really claimed it this year, hadn’t been out much, self conscious and nervous about the way her stomach seemed to slightly be swelling, not too fussed about the sunlight as it was ( she burned easily ). “not everyone wants your autograph, love,” poppy told him, sitting down next to him in the sand, “but you keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel good. because you look a bit miserable, really. are you okay ??”
“Oh, is it? I didn’t see your name on it, Tiniest Walsh,” Aiden countered, rolling his eyes as the brunette sat down besides him. Usually he wasn’t as cranky to the twins’ youngest sister, but the text he had just received had him on edge. The last thing he wanted to deal with right now was a teenager meddling in his business, even though he didn’t doubt she meant well by it. “I look miserable? Says the person who currently has a face on her like a cow’s backside. Also, excuse you, sweetheart, but you need a wrist band for the meet and greet. If you don’t have one, scram.”
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