#p:bo

[aamirtandon-blog]

Chaprah || Aamir and Bo

Aamir had to admit, he hadn’t expected to actually find the person who stole his leftovers from the fridge. Thieves didn’t often respond to messages sent out by the person they’d stolen from, but then again, Operation Ascent wasn’t exactly an average workplace, and Bo was hardly an average thief. Aamir couldn’t say he was upset that the agent had fessed up the the thievery. Lunch at an Indian restaurant was far better than the leftover instant noodles he’d been expecting to eat. Besides, it would probably do him some good to get away from the medbay for a while. He liked his job, and he got along with most of his coworkers, but he was aware that he probably spent far too much time there. 

He inspected the file in front of him, periodically glancing to the door to see if Bo had made his way down yet. Aamir figured that, since he was the one who’d had his lunch stolen, it was up to Bo to make his way down to medbay. Most agents avoided the place like the plague, but Bo seemed to have no qualms hanging about when it meant food. 

It wasn’t long before the agent had appeared in the doorway, and with one last look at the file, Aamir stood. “Well, should we get to it, then?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve found a place that serves chaprah. It took nearly five minutes of my very valuable time, mind you, and I’m not pleased.” His tone was dry, but he couldn’t stop a small smile from appearing on his face. 

Aamir had always found it hard to connect with people -- he’d grown up far younger than his classmates in school, and far more advanced than children his age, and he’d never quite fit in with the soldiers during his time in the military. By the time OpAscent had found him, he was used to being an outlier, which made making friends rather difficult. He knew that Bo probably had no interest in befriending him, was probably only humoring him with the lunch, but it was nice to be able to joke around with someone all the same. 

[raphmackenzie]

Bleeding Out - Camden/Raph

It felt like she’d been laying there for hours, eyes trained on her arm. She thought maybe the bleeding had slowed but it was hard to tell. Raph felt sluggish, at least until she shifted slightly and pain rushed through her, feeling mostly like it came from the central point of her arm. Part of her wanted to call out but she was afraid of drawing Kate back and she was a little too afraid to let go of the wounds to reach for her phone and message someone... though she wanted to. There were people she wanted to talk to... if she was going to die. Thinking she heard footsteps, she slowly turned her head to the door.

[irwin-milkshakes]

Bleeding Out | Celeste & Ashton

He could hear his boots slapping against the concrete, stepping on a puddle or two whilst the drizzling slowly turned into heavy rain. His determination had gotten him to where he was, down the pavement and walking now across the street, his eyes set on the man with a dark umbrella stepping off a cab that soon sped away. It hadn’t been so hard to track him down, but it had definitely cost him enough. Leo made it clear just what their schedule would be from now one since he wasn’t one to give out favors for free. His freedom from those fighting days to be with his loved ones was what it took for him to protect his friends. It was the price to pay, but he knew that accepting the deal would only take him one step closer to another person that he needed to deal with as well. Tonight he was going to take away Celeste’s problem, but after this he would focus on Dakota’s. No one messed with those he loved freely, not while he was still breathing.

It had taken him at least a few detours to get rid of the tail he had acquired before he got to where he was, knowing perfectly well a certain brunette had made it her task to follow him and stop him the way she made clear a night ago. But he couldn’t let her be involved in this, not anymore.

Ashton’s hands gripped Derek’s coat, pulling him harshly to the alleyway beside the motel he seemed to be staying in. He watched him struggle and fall down to his feet while he kept on moving towards him, watching him look up to whoever was attacking him was, a look of amusement crossing his features. ‘‘Remember me?’’ He nearly growled down at him, taking him by the front of his shirt once again, only to push him further into the alley, slamming him to a wall and bringing up the very first fist. The frustration, anger and months without letting all of it out through the very same physical act coming undone and causing a loud crunching noise to be heard after a few punches came in. Derek raised his knee and it hit Ashton’s ribs, causing him to stagger back and become vulnerable for only a split second, but it was enough for a fist to slam against his cheek, making him stumble and nearly fall. ‘‘Seems like I hit a nerve,’’ Derek mocked, spitting out the blood in his mouth beside him before he cleaned his knuckles against his shirt, watching as Ashton started to straighten up and glare at him intensely. ‘‘Let me guess, things are more personal now?’’

‘‘You fucked her over countless times,’’ Ashton started, his tone low and seemingly dangerous. ‘‘You hurt her and scar her, not just on the outside. You tried to mess with her and her best friend with that damn pictures and you pushed away the person I love most. I should’ve ended you when I had the chance.’’ Derek threw a punch, but Ashton managed to duck, slamming his own fist against the dark-haired man’s side before he threw him to the grown, straddling him as he started hitting him repeatedly, unable to stop, driven by the hatred that burned inside him.

[lovealwayscomesx-blog]

The difference between love and hate. // Coop and Bo

It was Coop's turn to pick up the girls from Magic School and he wasn't going to mess it up. He purposely planned his charges just in order to be able to pick his daughters up and spend time with them while Phoebe did what she needed to do. Coop had been realizing that he couldn't really spend a lot of time with them and he was making sure that, that wasn't the case anymore. He was even investigating how to become human, knowing the circumstances as to why and how he became a cupid in the first place.

Not mentioning his intentions to Phoebe, though he knew he would have to eventually, he kept it to himself. Not even the small circle of fathers knew what he wanted to do. Not even Leo, the fallen whitelighter who knew what it was like to fall from something he had seemingly always done. He kept it from Phoebe both is fear that it might cause Phoebe to react badly and because well... He wanted to be able to die with her and no father should have to bury their child. Coop was immortal. They were not. It scared him.

Stepping down a corridor, he had arrived early so he could look at the books, he found the right door that he needed. In the Library he would be alone. There was only one class left in the day and the library was seemingly deserted. Entering completely and shutting the door behind him, he let out a little breath. Coop hadn't even told his brothers and sisters of his plan knowing that they would try to either convince him not to or try to recall him from his place. He couldn't allow either of those things to happen. His family needed him more now than ever. Coop would be human, eventually... Or die.

Eyes scanning through the books on display, he stopped in his tracks. Soft sobs echoed through the large room. His eyes scanned the room before traveling the rows and once he found the source of the cries, he bent down eye level to the little girl who looked no older than Parker was. "Hey... What's a matter?" Coop's voice was soft and gentle in a fatherly way. With his ring on his finger he could tell that she was sad or something like the wicked emotion. Loved but unwelcome... 

[gchakyeon-blog]

─ *❛ blackout

easy, that is what it had been, completely and utterly simple -- as if the task had been given to a two year old. slipping up the outer edge of the building, climbing silently over the metal railings of barren balconies, his attention had been solely focused on the very top, a dark apartment, with the light flutter of a transparent curtain lingering in the winter breeze and dots of snow. he likes it more when he had the chance to break in, simply because that was his job, but he would opt for these too, it did make his life somewhat easier. stepping onto the landing with nothing higher than a whisper, he slipped through the ajar door, dark eyes scanning the room as leather gloved hands pulled the specially equipped goggles over his eyes. he pressed a button and suddenly the dark room lit up for him only. "piece of cake," his breathed out in almost a sigh like manner, his attention darting around the room he'd entered, taking it all in within a second. after pottering around for what seemed like a minute of two, he'd found nothing and moved onto the next room. he found himself wondering where exactly  his host was. it must of been the early hours of the morning, why had he not seemed a lump of blankets lost to a peaceful slumber in the bed as he passed by. shaking it from his train of thought, he slipped into the bathroom, fingers tapping lightly against the door frame as he stared up at the large mirror. "if i were hiding something, where would i be?" he almost sang out in a muted song, attention focused on the quite large vanity. it didn't seem like a second longer before he found a drawer and tugged it open, "what the..." he pulled the goggles up, pushing them to their place atop of his head where they cleverly appeared as cat ears, "cigarettes," he reached out, gloves fingers brushing against them for a moment before he pushed it to the side, "a ha!" he almost cursed at himself for being so loud, but his attention seemed lost as he came upon the sight of something he had not been expecting. a familiar blood red mask --

[alaskascottxo]

One Less Problem → Bolaska

Alaska's day had took a surprising turn for the worse, the unknown return of Hunter and their semi-argument leaving the girl feeling drained and emotional, especially after the mention of her sister. Alaska wanted nothing more than to collapse on her bed and sleep away everything that had happened, but as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling in the darkness, all the girl found herself doing was going over all of the days events in her mind, and even worse so; she was unable to rid the image of her sisters lifeless eyes, a memory she had spent years trying to forget about. Just as always when Alaska found herself in a bad place, she turned to alcohol. And getting wasted sounded absolutely perfect to her.

Texting Bo to see if she'd like to join her, Alaska quickly jumped into the shower, curled her hair, applied subtle make up and threw on the first dress and heels she could find, realising most of her stuff was laying about in Elliots room and being much too lazy to go collect anything she wanted. Less than forty minutes later, Alaska was wandering down the hall way towards Bo's room; it had been forever since the two had properly hung out, Alaska constantly making promises of plans with the younger girl and then having to cancel last minute. Alaska was excited to spend some time with her, and a girls night out was desperately overdue. Knocking twice on Bo's door before walking in, Alaska called out to her. "Ready to rock and roll, little lady?"

[ayetroian]

be okay ♛ (tr)oian & l(ea)

Snapping Phillip's onesie shut, Troian smiled down at him. "You have been a very good boy for Mommy today, and I appreciate it." She leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead and picked him up, his head nestling into her neck as she closed up his changing table and looked around the nursery. She kept finding little things to do because as much as she hated to admit it, she was nervous. She hadn't really spoken to Lea in forever, much less have hung out with her, and she didn't know what to expect. She was almost grateful for the small babies to be there, to act as a kind of buffer if their cattiness got out of control. She meant what she said when she told Lea she was willing to work on regaining their friendship, but that didn't mean her stomach wasn't swirling with nerves. So much bad blood between them and even though they were both willing to start over, that didn't erase their history.

"Alright," she spoke down at Phillip whose bright blue eyes were trained on the ceiling fan curiously. "Time to go." She let out a soft sigh and raised her baby bag further over her shoulder. 

When she got to Lea's, she let the engine dwell for a little longer. When she had first met Lea, Troian had instantly fallen for the tiny brunette's charms. She was outgoing, playful, witty, and she seemed like a true blue and loyal friend. All that mess with Keegan and Derek had torn the two girls apart because they both stuck by their men loyally, even if they didn't necessarily agree with what was going down. Troian had been hurt, really hurt, by Lea's advances against Keegan but she knew deep down she had forgiven Lea a long time ago for it. It was just a bruised ego and trust issues that had her clamming up each time the New York native tried to reach out again. Troian protected her heart and it was hard to get back in sometimes.

But this was a brand new year. And Lea had been a big help to Troian when she could have just scoffed and slammed the phone down, so Troian owed it to Lea and both herself to try and start over. She could use all the friends she could get lately and who was she to deny someone a second chance when she had been given so many of them?

Plus, she could really use some advice about Naya. Flushing at that thought, Troian undid her seatbelt and twisted around to see Phillip. "Ready to meet someone your own size?"

She held him in his carseat as she knocked on Lea's door, shifting and smiling as Lea opened the door with Landon on her hip. "Hi cutie," she cooed, unable to help herself. Troian was mush around babies. "Hi Lea," she smiled at her. "Can we come in?"

[thescissoringqueen]

Sweet Child O' Mine || Bade

"No. I’m not going."

Beck sighed. “Yes you are, Jade. I’ve already agreed to go with you. It’s gonna be fine.”

"I don’t wanna. It’s dumb. Besides, I don’t think Tapeworm’s in the mood today, either. He won’t stop turning fucking backflips and it’s annoying.” She reached down and prodded herself in the stomach, willing the gentle, fluttering sensations to stop. "Quit it.” In response, the flutters stopped for a few seconds, but then quickly started back up again. Jade groaned in exasperation. “You are my kid, aren’t you? Little shit.” She sighed, turning back to Beck. “Doctors are scary, okay? I don’t want them touching me. Or anywhere near me, for that matter.”

Beck rolled his eyes at her. “Well Tapeworm is just gonna have to get over it, because we’re going.” He sighed, “Jade, I know it’s scary. That’s why I cleared my entire schedule so that you wouldn’t have to do this alone. It won’t be that bad.”

"Easy for you to say. All you have to do is sit there while I get violated."

Beck knew arguing with her wasn’t going to help anything, and he really wasn’t in the mood for this. “Fine. If you’re gonna be stubborn like that, we won’t go. Just don’t expect me to drop everything to go with you next time you have a doctor’s appointment.”

Jade felt her face fall. Dammit. Ever since she’d gotten pregnant, everything just made her insanely more emotional than it used to. “No, go with me. Please. I don’t want to go by myself.” She crossed her arms over her stomach protectively. “Besides, Tapeworm is your kid, too. Don’t you wanna see him?”

"Of course I do, Jade. So does this mean you’re going?"

Jade nodded. “Yeah, I guess.” She paused. “…I’m kinda scared. Is that totally ridiculous?”

Beck shook his head. “No. It’s not. But the sooner we go, the sooner we can get it over with and you’ll see that it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

"Fine. Let’s just go."

XXX

Beck and Jade had finally made it to the hospital after a very long subway ride, and had checked in with the front desk before being sent upstairs to the OB/GYN ward. They were sitting in the waiting room, waiting to be called back into the office. Jade was really starting to get nervous; her heart was racing, so Tapeworm wouldn’t hold still, and his constant motion only added to her anxiety. She was pretending to read so Beck wouldn’t know how freaked she was, mindlessly flipping the pages of a magazine in her lap.

Beck looked up at Jade. “There’s no way you’re reading that fast.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “You nervous?”

"Maybe a little," she admitted. "You know how I am with doctors… What about you? You nervous?"

Beck nodded. “Yeah,” he wasn’t really, but he didn’t want Jade to feel alone in being kind of freaked out. “A little.”

Jade could tell he was lying, but she knew he was only doing it to make her feel better, so she was okay with it. She started to say something else, trying to make conversation, but was interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

"Jadelyn West?" A nurse asked, looking up from her clipboard.

"Y-yes?"

"Come on back and we’ll get you checked out."

Jade tossed her magazine aside and shoved her hands in her pockets, ambling after the nurse on shaky legs with Beck close behind her. They were shown to a sickeningly pink room, where Jade was directed to sit on the exam table while Beck crammed himself into a hard plastic chair beside the nurse.

"You’re here for your first ultrasound, right?"

"Yes."

"Age?"

"Eighteen. My birthday was July 26."

"You’re a young one," she commented. "This the father?"

"Y-yeah, yeah, that’s him." Jade could almost feel the judgment radiating from the woman, and it made her really uncomfortable. She felt impossibly small and out of place perched on the edge of the exam table. She answered a few more questions, all of them asked with the same borderline accusatory tone. Jade didn’t like the nurse’s disapproving demeanor, and she definitely didn’t like Beck being so far away from her, but she knew she didn’t really have a say in the matter. She sat rigidly, swinging her feet back and forth while the nurse took her vitals and scribbled things on her chart, finally leaving her with the instructions to get comfortable on the table and that the ultrasound technician would be right in. With that, she left, closing the door behind her with a click.

Jade used her hands to scoot herself further up onto the table, crossing her arms and stretching her legs out in front of her. She eyed Beck, still sitting awkwardly and uncomfortably in his chair. “Can you come here?”

Beck stood up. “Sure.” He walked over to the exam table. “Are you okay?”

"No, I’m nervous as hell! What if the kid has like six heads or something?”

Beck chuckled, putting a hand over Jade’s. “I’m sure Tapeworm is fine, okay? And if it does happen to have more than the average amount of heads, we’ll still love our very unique child just the same, right?”

Jade rolled her eyes. "You can. I’m not making any promises.”

They sat in a kind of awkward silence for a few moments, neither of them sure what to say next. But then, she thought of something. She inched the hem of her shirt up to her ribs, pulled her hand out from under Beck’s and guided his palm to her stomach, below her navel. Seeing the alarm in his eyes, she couldn’t help but scoff lightly. “Don’t look so horrified, Beck, it’s not like you’ve never touched me before. That’s how we got in this mess, remember?” She laughed. “Relax, okay? I just want you to feel him move. Here.” She placed her hands on top of his, pressing slightly so he’d be more likely to feel the baby’s subtle motion. “Feel it? It’s like a flutter, kind of.”

He sat for a moment, his hand awkwardly resting on Jade’s belly. After several moments of uneventful silence, he sighed. “Jade, I’m not feeling anything.” Almost as soon as he finished his sentence, he felt it. A flutter, just like Jade had said. He gasped, looking up at Jade with wide eyes.

Jade grinned. “Told you. Cool, right?”

“Yeah.” Beck nodded, still staring in awe at Jade’s stomach, waiting for something to happen again.

“Wait, say something else.”

“Um… like what?”

“I don’t know!” Jade replied impatiently. “Just talk to it. It moved when you said something a minute ago, but I don’t think you felt it. I wanna see if it does it again. Just humor me.”

Beck sighed. “Fine, okay. Um, hi Tapeworm. I’m… I’m your daddy.”

"He totally just moved! Did you feel it?"

"Yeah, I did!" Beck replied with excitement. "Tapeworm, can you move again for daddy?"

Jade laughed as Tapeworm twitched yet again. “I think he likes you.”

"Shut up, no he doesn’t," he said, grinning as Tapeworm continued to flutter about.

"He’s moving more when you talk than he does when I do. So yeah, I think he does. Maybe he knows his daddy’s voice."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

Just then, the door opened, and in came a technician pushing an ultrasound machine. She was smiling and Jade instantly liked her better than the cold, unfeeling nurse who had brought them back to the exam room.

"Jadelyn?" she asked.

"Just Jade is fine, actually," Jade replied, sitting up. "Sorry— we were just—"

"Talking to the baby. It’s fine," she replied, closing the door behind her. "I’m Christine, by the way. You feel anything yet?"

"Just flutters, mainly. Beck was seeing if he could feel it."

"And could you?"

"Yeah," Beck replied, still smiling. "It likes my voice."

"Most babies do," Christine replied. "Trade places with me, will you, Beck? Or go around to her other side, you’ll be able to see better from there."

"Side," Jade told him. "Please. And hold my hand. I’ll need moral support if the kid does turn out to have six heads.”

Beck moved to Jade’s other side, gripping her hand. “Tapeworm’s not gonna have six heads, Jade. You can hold me to that promise, okay?”

Christine raised an eyebrow, an amused smile on her face. “Tapeworm?”

"Yeah," Jade replied sheepishly. "Nickname. I thought it was funny."

"It’s certainly unique," she agreed, switching on the machine before turning back to Jade. "May I?"

"Mmhmm."

Christine snapped on a pair of gloves and squeezed some gel onto Jade’s stomach before grabbing a wand-looking thing attached to the machine.

"You guys ready?"

Jade took a deep breath and squeezed Beck’s hand. “Yeah.”

Christine nodded and pressed the wand to Jade’s stomach. She slid it back and forth a few times and adjusted a couple of things on the machine before stepping aside so Beck and Jade could see the screen. “There.”

"Jade," Beck said, staring at the screen and gripping her hand more tightly, "that’s Tapeworm. That’s our baby."

"I- I know." Looking at the screen was making Jade strangely emotional. Feeling Tapeworm had been one thing, but seeing him was entirely another. It made him seem more real, somehow. Even if he was just a grainy grey shape on a screen, he was still theirs. And there was something pretty amazing about that.

"Jade?"

"Hm?"

"Are you gonna cry?"

"…No," she lied, swiping at her eyes with the edge of her sleeve. "And shut up."

"Good. Neither am I."

"Your eyes are just naturally teary then, is that it?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he replied. “Shut up.”

Christine ignored them, continuing her work without comment. She pointed out certain things on the screen while Beck and Jade stared, awestruck, occasionally laughing when Tapeworm would wriggle around. “Everything looks good,” Christine announced after a few minutes. “Go ahead and clean up,” she told Jade, handing her a washcloth so she could wipe the goo off her tummy, “and when you’re ready, go to the checkout desk. They’ll have printouts of the images for you. Okay?”

"Okay," Jade said softly. She was still pretty taken aback from what she’d just seen.

"Good deal," Christine said, patting her knee before switching the machine off and starting to leave the room. "Congratulations again!"

"We’re having a baby, Beck,” Jade muttered in disbelief as she cleaned the ultrasound gel off her skin. “Can you believe it?”