#bomika fanfiction

[bomikalover]

Writing has been my way of distracting myself until we get a promo 😭 so here’s a bomika one shot!!

[boseobrien]

DATE MISHAPES

||Chapter One||

Mika was sitting in hip-pop puree, catching up on some homework while drinking blended strawberry cake. Mika took a sip of her drink and reached across the table to turn a page in her algebra II textbook. The table she sat at was scattered with all her books, highlighters, pens, and a cute pink calculator. She was in full academic mode. There was nothing that could pull her out until she noticed Bose walk in. Okay, nothing but Bose. 

Bose smiled at her from the doorway, and Mika returned one as she closed the highlighter cap. Bose walked in, looking excited when he sat down next to Mika. "Hey, what's up," Mika smiled, giving him her full attention. "Hey, I was actually looking for you just now," Bose said, pulling his chair closer to her, and Mika grinned to herself. "Oh yeah? What do you need?" Mika picked up her blended cake and stirred it with her straw. 

Mika noticed Bose fidgeting with his fingers and shaking his leg a little. He must have been nervous about something. "I wanted to know if i could get your advice on something," Bose put his hands on the table.  Mika rolled her head back and groaned, she already knew what he was going to ask. "No, you can not adopt every homeless animal in Swellview,". Bose chuckled, he was almost successful with it last year, but that's not what he was going to say. 

"First of all, i will not stop until every cute little puppy who doesn't have a home is living with me," Bose stated, and Mika put her drink down. 

"And seconded of all, this is about a girl," Bose claimed.

 Mika was surprised. Why would Bose out of all people need advice about a girl? Now Mika was interested, "Okay, elaborate,". "Well, there's this girl that i know, and i think it's time I asked her out," He eagerly scrunched his shoulder up and down. 

"Oh," so Bose wanted Mika's advice about a girl he had a crush on.  Mika was taken aback, Bose would comment on and compliment people from time to time on their looks or personality, but it was nothing more than just him being nice. Bose never had crushes. To her, she didn't think he even liked Gerlp romantically. He was just infatuated with her being an alien. She knew Bose pretty well, and she was sure she could tell if he liked someone as more than just a friend, which is why she never bothers to think about her growing feelings for him. 

Mika felt a hurt where her heart should be. She took another sip of her drink to cool down the burning. Even though Bose would never see them as anything more than friends, they were still friends, and if he needed her help on something, then she would pull through. A friend would want a friend to be happy. 

"Okay, so tell me about her," Mika forced a smile and crossed her legs. Bose leaned further into the table thinking about what he wanted to say, "Well, I've known her for a while, she has a great sense of humor, is brilliant, is creative, she's very pretty and i really like her,". Mika saw the glee in his eyes and wished she could look away, "Well do i know her?". "I would hope so, in fact, i think you know her very well," Bose said skittishly. 

Mika was now even more intrigued. She didn't know a lot of people at school, so she couldn't think of who he was talking about. "Describe her for me," Mika asked curiously. "She's not that tall," Bose started off, well everyone was short to Bose, "She has pretty black curly hair,". Mika subtly felt her hair. Black curly hair? Like her? "Doll brown eyes, full lips that i can't help but think about kissing, and oh, she wears lots of jewelry," Bose went on, "I want to ask her on a date, but i don't know how to ask her or how to even plan it,".  Mika looked down at her hands. She was wearing multiple rings on her fingers, and Schwoz once told her she had 'Doll eyes'. 

Wait? Was Bose possibly talking about her? That would be insane to think, right? She fit the description perfectly. It had to be her. She and Bose knew all of the same people, and she was the only one she could have at the moment. But why would Bose be asking her for advice on how to get with this girl if it was her? Maybe Bose wants a first-hand opinion and is too afraid to ask her what kind of date he should take her on. 

Mika became filled with adrenaline. This sure took a turn. Bose wanted to ask her out. Mika uncrossed her legs and tucked her hair behind her ear, "She sounds great,". "She is," Bose agreed, and Mika blushed. Mika began to think of what she should tell him. She's never planned a date before, but if she were to go on one, she had thought of a few things she would like. "Well, um, if i was this girl..." Mika trailed off still blushing, and Bose smiled even harder. Oh, it was definitely her.

"I think a small picnic would be nice, somewhere with flowers, maybe," Mika batted her eyelashes at him, and he listened carefully. 

"You know what, there's a screening in the park under the cherry blossoms tomorrow night for a new classical film. You could take her to that!" Mika squealed. 

Bose was glad to see how excited she was about this, "Really? That's Awesome, do you have any idea what i should bring?". 

"Oh, do i! You know what? I'll send you a list later," Mika squealed again.

 Bose got up from his chair, and so did Mika, "Thank you, Mika, you're the best," Bose went in to hug her, and Mika was sure sparks flew this time. He let go, and Mika became flustered, "Anytime Bose, i just know this girl is going to feel very special, our- your date is going to be perfect," Mika corrected herself. 

"It will be," Bose smiled and gave her hand a squeeze before dashing for the door. Mika did a small victory dance around her table, she couldn't believe what just happened. asked her on a date, sort of. Well, he was going to ask her soon either later today or tomorrow morning. 

Mika sat back in her chair, she was too thrilled to get back to studying. 

||Chapter Two||

The next morning, Mika was ecstatic. Her nerves were all over the place. She waited for Bose nearly all last night to ask her out. She thought maybe he'll do it over text or call because he would be too nervous about doing it in person. But he didn't. So the following morning, she waited again and nothing.  It was getting dark. Maybe Bose hasn't taken her advice about the park screening and was planning something else for another day, and she'd have to wait just a little longer. Mika told herself this, and it made sense. The whole thing was kind of last minute anyway.  When Mika didn't hear from Bose, she decided to pop up at the man's nest to distract herself. She was disappointed but indeed he must have a good reason. 

Mika came up from the tub and saw Chapa and Miles looking at Volt's Twitflash page on the monitor, "Hey guys,"  "Shhhh," Miles silenced her immediately Mika looked around confused, "Why did you shush me?," She said quietly in case there actually was a valid reason. "I just don't wanna hear your voice," Miles loudly whispered, stills focused on the screen. Mika crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.  "I'm so close," Chapa anxiously looked at the timer next to the monitor. 10 seconds. 

"What are you guys even staring at -" Mika was asking when suddenly a celebration alarm rang throughout the man's nest and confetti boomed from the sides. This frightened her. She looked at the monitor, and Volt's profile picture had a party hat. Congratulations on 500k followers were written in big bold words.

Chapa started jumping excitedly when Miles got up from his chair and kicked it angrily. "In your face!" Chapa approached Miles and started doing a click-clock dance in front of him, Miles looked unamused and stuck his hand out in her direction. 

The two had engaged in a little bet about Volt's twitflash followers. Around yesterday morning, Volt's page reached 450k, and Miles had no idea why she was growing so rapidly that he was sure it was some system glitch. When he told Chapa this, she got offended. Chapa said to him that she was gaining popularity because the public cared about what she had to say and was the most liked member of the Danger Force. Miles disagreed and assured her that she'd stop growing after this. Miles gave her 12 hours to make it to half a million to prove that she was indeed just that liked. 

Whoever lost the bet had to wear a t-shirt winner's face on it for a week, fill in for the winner's patrol for two weeks, and go on their Twitflash to congratulate the winner while starting all the reasons as to why the winner is better than them.  "This was so worth not getting a day's sleep," Chapa laughed, watching Miles put on a bright orange shirt with Volt's face on it that read Volt's Biggest Fan. 

"A day's sleep?!" Mika said, startled. Then she looked at them suspiciously, "Have you guys been betting again?!". Chapa and Miles looked at each other to see who would speak first and then pretended like they were distracted by things in the distance.  

"I thought we all agreed you two would stop that. It's what started your gambling problem, remember? It cost Ray 30 grand to make that whole casino disaster go away!" Mika reminded, snapping her fingers at them, and they started scratching the back of their necks.

 "Nah," Miles lied.  

Mika rolled her eyes again and threw her hands in the air. She doesn't even know why she bothers anymore. Mika decides to ignore it and turn her attention back to why she came here in the first place. "You know what? Forget it! Chapa, can i talk to you," Mika nudged her head to the side.

  Chapa started walking towards her, and so did Miles, "Alone," Mika added, "It's kind of a girl talk,". 

"I can do girl talk," Miles scoffed.

Mika and Chapa gave each other a look then Mika said spoke, " I was actually just going to ask Chapa was tampon brand she recommends for heavy flo-" 

"No! Stop! I will walk away!," Miles shuddered and went back to the monitor.

 Chapa chuckled as Mika took her arm to bring her further back, "I have some exciting news!". " I was with Bose at hip pop puree yesterday, and he asked me out!" Mika cheered. Chapa looked confused, but Mika didn't pick up on it, "Bose asked you out?". "But here's the problem, he still hasn't asked me out, as in he hasn't told me what the date is?" Mika went on. Mika started ranting, and Chapa was still trying to process what Mika meant by that, "Mika, slow down,".

"Bose asked me on a date. He was subtle, but i don't think he knows where to take me,". Mika summarized.  Chapa crossed her arms and squinted her eyes. "Weird..." She trailed off. "Weird how? Weird Bose or Weird as in Weird?" Mika questioned. 

"No, weird as in Bose already left for a date not too long ago?' Chapa revealed. Now Mika was disorientated, "What? No, that makes no sense?". "He was all excited about this girl he was taking out to see a classical screening at the park this evening, he had a picnic basket and everything," Chapa recalled. "But I'm still here...," Mika trailed off. "Did he mention who this girl was?" Mika tried to apprehend. "Yeah i think her name was Hazel or Hannah, or maybe it was Hayley," Chapa shrugged. "It was Harper," Miles smirked with his back towards them while he scrolled through Twitflash. 

Mika thought of her and Bose's conversation from yesterday so she could put the pieces together, and then she slapped her hand over her mouth when she comprehended what had really happened. Bose wasn't talking about her, it was a completely different girl he had a crush on. But Bose's description of Harper was basically a perfect match to hers. When Bose said that Mika knew her very well, he must have thought so because Harper and Mika were on the same debate team.

"So i wasn't the girl he had a crush on," Mika felt embarrassed as she slumped her shoulders and crossed her arms even tighter. 

Mika walked over to the couch and sat down, resting her chin on her hand. Mika had always been sure that Bose only saw her as a friend, but she let a few moments she had with him conjure up an insane reality where Bose wanted to be more. Maybe her feelings for him were stronger than she thought. 

||Chapter Three||

Chapa was not one to comfort people, so she rested her hand on Mika's shoulder and gave her a few pats, "I'm really sorry Meeks". Mika took a deep breath and put her hands on her cheeks to cool them. There was no point in moping about something so inconvenient. She made a mistake that almost never happened to her, and she would endure that it would never come to that again.

So Bose liked Harper. Harper was a nice girl. She was intelligent, witty, classy, and quite beautiful. Everything Bose doesn't see in me, apparently, Mika huffed. It would be selfish of her not to be happy for him. Mika deemed it unfair to him if she got upset over this, so she would just have to hide her feelings for him until she didn't need to, which could be forever at this point.

"You don't have to be sorry, it's fine. This is no one's fault but mine, I'm the one who went and got their head in the clouds over an impossible crush," Mika shrugged, getting up. She was hurt, and Chapa could tell. "I hope Bose and Harper have a great time together, i told him all the ways to plan and have a perfect date, with his perfect girl, There is no way this could go wrong" Mika affiliativly smiled and Chapa nodded in support.

"Then i hope you told him to pack lots of non-wheat foods," Miles shook his head, still facing the monitor.

Mika and Chapa turned to him. "Well, he bought some granola bars made with regular oats, but i advise he bring mostly sandwiches since it's a picnic, on whole wheat bread of course, why?" Mika questioned. So what, there was lots of wheat in his basket?

"Harper is allergic to wheat," Miles informed me with a bright smile, then went back to scrolling on the monitor. Mika's eyes went wide, "What?! How would you know?".

"I'm stalking her Twittflash right now," Miles pointed to the monitor, "It's amazing how much you can find out about people these days through social media,".

Chapa grabbed the remote from him, and Mika was quickly by their side. "Check out what her pinned Twit is, " Cherry blossoms, sting my eyes, " Chapa read.

"I prefer Thrillers films over classical," Mika continued

"I'm an indoor person,"

"I love fruits,"

"First dates make everlasting impressions on me, so get it right," Mika read the last part in defeat. It turned out she and Harper weren't that alike at all.

"Oh my god," Mika repeated as she started to pace, "This is terrible, i just sabotaged Bose's date,". Chapa checked the time, "Relax, the movie starts in like eight minutes, which means Bose probably took Harper out to do something else before they go, just call Bose and explain what happened,".

"Chapa, that is a horrible idea!", Mika shook her head.

"What? Why?" She questioned.

"Because then i would have to admit to Bose that i thought he was taking me out on a date, which means i would have to tell him that i like him, and i swear i might succumb to humiliation if that happens," Mika dramatically paused and Chapa lifted an eyebrow in concern she's never heard Mika sound of out of it. "I'll just call him and try to convince him to take Harper somewhere else, like the movies, laser tag, or whatever," Mika reached for her phone from her back pocket and started dialing the number.

Mika took a deep breath as she waited. A ringtone went off a few feet from them, and they turned to see Miles sitting on his chair again. Miles pulled the phone from his pocket and then answered it, "Hello,". Chapa rolled her eyes, and Mika hung up, "Why do you have Bose's phone?!". "He left it with me because he didn't want any distractions on his date," Miles shrugged. "Ugh! I told him to do that," Mika balled her fist.

"Constant L's for you today," Chapa awkwardly laughed, and Mika was stumped. How was she going to stop Bose's date from becoming a disaster? It was going to break his heart if this didn't work out. Or even worse, he would blame her for setting him up. Honestly, it wasn't like Bose to blame her for something like that, but the thought that he would secretly resent her for it was not something she was willing to risk.

Mika ascertained a plan quickly. She didn't have much time before the movie started. Mika rushed to the small next to the window wall, opened the drawers, and pulled out a piece of paper. Chapa and Miles strolled over to her as she started jotting stuff down. "What are you doing," Miles asked. "Bose's date will not be complete chaos," Mika affirmed, "Not if i can help it".

Mika finished writing and handed Miles the paper, "I need you to teleport to the store and get everything on this list, and hurry, we don't have much time,". "But," Miles was saying but Mika yelled, "Go!".

Miles teleported away, and Mika grabbed a small tablet. "Okay, so what are you doing now?" Chapa stood beside her. "I'm pulling up the live view of the park where the screening is going to be," Mika explained. She tapped the screen a few times, and the live feed was displayed on the monitor. Mika zoomed in while anxiously tapping her foot, "I specifically told Bose to be seated right under the tree with the most cherry blossoms because it would set the mood for a more romantic vibe,". Mika bit the side of her lip. She was thinking about what it would have been like if she and Bose were doing that.

Mika shook her head and shoved the image to the back of her mind. "Harper's Twitflash mentioned that cherry blossoms made her eyes sting, so all we have to is get to the park before they do and make sure they are seated as far away from the cherry blossoms as possible". Mika pinpointed an excellent spot, then dotted it, "There!". There wasn't much Mika could do about the movie being classical, so she would just have to accept that, but everything else was fixable.

"I sent Miles to the store because I'm going to make a whole new picnic basket with stuff that Harper will enjoy, then I'll find out a way we can switch it out with the original basket without Bose or Harper finding out," Mika was saying when Miles teleported back. 

"Sorry y'all i would have been here sooner but this chick saw my Volt shirt and tried to argue with me that she was Volt's biggest fan," Miles put the bags down tiredly along with a picnic, "It was a whole thing,". Chapa smirked, she wished she was there to witness that altercation.

And that's where i felt off...I'm not a fanfiction writer so go easy on me, i tried🫠

[mirrorballmika]

midnight rain (3/5) ao3

rated teen for violence. 

She’s got them.

Rain falls in steady sheets in front of her, splattering the top of the wall and running off the back of her cloak. It gives her excellent cover, as does the dark blanket of the sky around them. The street lights glow a few feet below her, casting weak yellowish shadows onto the alleyway below. She can see almost everything, but she's practically invisible up here, tiptoed atop the high wall. No one could spot her, not from the ground.

Even so, she sucks in her breath when she hears the voices. She presses her back against the iron fence behind her, her free hand curling around the chainlinks. All the intel she’d gathered directed her here, and it still felt like she was working off a wing and a prayer. She’d waited here until her legs shook from the effort of keeping herself upright and listened out for the news reports. Doubt had crept in, as it so often does, and if she were wrong, she’d have at most two hours to hit up three other hiding spots across the city. 

But now, as three vaguely familiar figures lead a group of stumbling, blindfolded people into the alley, that part of the battle is over.

The civilians are pushed against the wall, and as she peers closer she sees the shackles linking them together. A shudder threatens to run through her body, but she forces herself to be still. The last group she found didn’t have shackles. There had been rumours about the Gulls tightening up their security after she’d freed that last group, and if they’re as smart as their reputation claims, they won’t be ordinary shackles. Reinforced steel, most likely, which means her usual cutting tools won’t hack it, and her lockpicks failed her last time-

Stop a voice inside her commands. Focus. She nods, not sure who to, and redirects her attention. One of the Gulls is bent down and pulling something out of his pocket, while two others survey the area and the last two inspect the prisoners one more time. If she’d followed her train of thought any longer, she could be too late already.

“Game on,” she whispers. It’s freezing out here, the coldest winter night she’s felt thus far. But her breath doesn’t form in front of her. 

Her back straightens, her shoulders roll back. It’s a dance she performs alone, one that puts her in a prime position. She spent months, years even, perfecting this technique, and now it comes naturally as breathing. A slight bend in the knee, pushing (not throwing) her weight forward. And then, she’s falling through the air, curled into a crouch to keep her centre low.

And then she’s landing on the ground, soundless as a single raindrop on the sidewalk.

Her aim could’ve been better. The circle of light made by the streetlight stops just a breath from her hand. Her movements are slow as she straightens up, controlled. Guard number one stands on the other side of the light, his back thankfully turned to her. 

A disc slides from her sleeve to between her fingers. Another appears in her other hand. She gives them both a quick, soundless kiss and with a single jerk of her arms, lets them fly. The figure before her falls as one sinks into his calf. Before he can shout, another buries itself in his back, and he crumples. This time he does shout out, and his friend turns just in time to get one in the chest. 

Dark blood spurts from his mouth then. It oozes down his chin, and it almost makes Mika feel bad about sending a second disc to his stomach.

(Almost, because she looked at the row of prisoners to her right).

“Donnie?” a voice calls from the shadows. Mika stands to attention, prepared to lose the element of surprise. Someone, the other Gull, comes out of the shadows. His hair gleams dark blue under the street light. Mika steps back and skirts the side of the light as he comes closer. His friend coughs and the pavement is speckled with crimson.

Just come a little closer, she thinks, as if she’s willing him to. He obeys her, whether he knows it or not, and a tight-lipped smile spreads across her face. He takes another step into the light as she secures her position; opposite him, just to the left. One more, she urges, one more.

One single scream sends him crashing down the alleyway. Surprise isn’t on her side any more, but she doesn’t need it. She throws herself into a roll and runs towards the first guard. From there, she steps on his stomach and launches herself up. For a few seconds, she sails upward, but then she throws herself down and comes down on the Gull on the other side. A sickening pop fills the air as her boot collides with her shoulder, and she lands with her knees on either side of them and their braid in her hand. The prisoners against the wall have different reactions; some stiffen, some turn their heads helplessly, and some shriek, convinced she’ll be coming for them next.

She shakes her head, and then, pulls hard on the girl’s braid. To her right, she hears the sound of a pistol cocking, and then the last gang member steps into the light. He’s tall and pale, with a sheaf of dark red hair and the Gulls’ tattoo on his neck. He sneers down at her, and then there’s a gleam of recognition in his blue eyes.

“You’re her,” he says. “The Screaming Shadow.”

“What gave it away?” she replies. “Was it the fact that I just knocked your buddy out with nothing but my vocal cords?”

He brandishes the pistol, and she presses down on his friend’s broken shoulder. A strangled cry shakes through the alleyway, and she flashes him a grin. The Gull doesn’t lower his weapon, but he doesn’t fire either.

Mika lets go of the braid and flashes one of her knives at him instead.

“Now that you know who I am,” she says steadily. “Let’s attempt some civility.”

“You ruined our job at Bane Harbour.”

“You mean the job where you tried to take fifteen people out of the city?” she asks. She raises her eyebrow and presses the blade to the Gull’s throat. Her second one sits comfortably in her sleeve. “Taking them out to Conway?”

The girl beneath her stiffens, and Mika grins.

“That’s right. We know about the operation you’re running out of Conway. Smuggling people down there, testing your little science fair projects on them.” She forces herself to stay still, to not baulk at the stories she’s heard from those who escaped. “Tell me, how many lives have you ruined to get your stupid results.”

“So that’s your play?” the boy asks. There’s a condescending edge to his voice that makes Mika almost forget herself and rise to punch him. “Appeal to my better nature?”

Patience the voice tells her again. You can punch him all you like later.

“I’m not dumb enough to assume you have one,” she replies. “Otherwise we wouldn’t be here, would we?”

“No, but you’re dumb enough to think we’re working out of Conway,” he says. She frowns.

“I know a bluff when I hear one,” she tells him coldly. “Conway’s the only place with enough empty warehouse space to do what you need to do.”

The body beneath her laughs, the sound vibrating against Mika’s leg. She grabs the braid again, the threat evident in her touch. The Gulls are a fearless lot, so she slides her knife beneath the girl’s throat. 

“We can build our own freaking workshops, little songstress,” they tease. “And besides… space isn’t the issue. Power is, and Conway isn’t nearly capable of providing it.”

“Power,” she echoes. She looks up at the other Gull. The gun is still pointed at her, but he won’t shoot as long as she’s got a knife pressed to his friend’s neck. The Gulls are a loyal group too.

Fortunately for her, they’re also prideful, like all gangs in this city. And that makes them really, really stupid.

She flashes a smile, and her fingers work their way into the girl’s hair.

“Thank you,” she says sweetly. “That’s very useful information.”

Then, everything happens at once. The boy’s eyes widen. Then, she takes the thick pin from the girl’s hair and flings it directly into his gun, jamming the barrel. She buries her knife deep in the girl’s right leg and her other knife into her side. 

She rolls off the girl and springs to her feet. Her knives are still in the girl, but she doesn’t need them. The boy is pulling at the pin in his gun, his efforts punctuated by pained grunts. He looks up at her, eyes blazing behind his hair. His hand moves, but before he can anything, she lets out another scream. It’s a little softer than the last one, but still enough to send him down. She stalks over to him, briefly sidestepping his friend, and crouches down. Up close, she can see he’s a little older than her. She can also see the snarl on his face and her fist clenches.

“Gonna hand us over to the cops then?” he asks. She shakes her head, and it’s only then she realises her hood has fallen.

“Not after what happened last time,” she says. She slips out another knife and traces his spine with it. Just the right level of pressure against his skin. “But I’m guessing when you run out of money to bribe them, they’ll be a little less forgiving.” She casts her eye up to the row of quaking prisoners against the wall, and her jaw sets. Twelve people, she counts. They must have been promised a nice sum for all of them. 

“What are you going to do then?” he asks. Slowly, he tries pulling himself to his knees. All he gets is her cold gaze and the knife pressing into his skin, and he sinks back down. “You can’t sit out here all night.”

“No I can’t,” she says. “Fortunately, I don’t have to. We’re in Black Hornet territory. I’ll let them deal with you.” 

He stiffens, and that’s when he lets the mask slip. He shoots to his knees, not caring about the slash her knife makes in his back. Or the pain no doubt shooting through his head. 

“You little-”

“Listen, you’re the idiots who tried to use the enemy territory to smuggle your kidnappees to your base,” she tells him. “If you ask me, you were asking for this.”

“Was I asking you though?” he asks. His lips curl up, and a surge of fury runs through her body. He goes to say something else, but her fist connects with his cheek and he drops. 

She shakes out her hand. These gloves do a lot for her, but the lack of shock absorption is a kink she’s yet to work out.

That can be another day’s problem.

She twirls the ring of keys around her finger. She slipped them from his belt while her knife was pressed to his back. It’s an old but vital rule; keep their attention away from the mark. She marches up to the wall, where the prisoners still stand. They’re all shaking now, and their rain-soaked clothes stick to their skin. She approaches the one at the front of the line, a girl with a dirty blond ponytail, and lowers her voice.

“It’s okay,” she tells her. “You’re safe now. Just give me a minute to figure out which key it is…” She jabs at least six keys into the lock before finding the one that fits. Heat tickles her cheeks, and she’s just glad for the low lights and blindfolds. No one needs to see their hero blush. Certainly not over something as stupid as getting the right key.

The handcuff clicks open, and the girl tugs her blindfold off her face. She can’t be much older than Mika is, blue eyes wide and terrified. Her skin is pale, and either raindrops or tears run down her cheeks. 

“Here.” Mika hands her the key. She blinks, unsure, but then takes it in her trembling hand. “One turn counterclockwise unlocks both wrists. Once you’ve unlocked them, tell them to go down the alley, take a left and keep going until you reach midtown. From there, you should be able to get a bus or a train to get anywhere in the city. Do you understand?”

The girl stiffens. She gapes wordlessly at Mika. Her eyes flit up and down her body as if to make sure she was real.

Mika on the other hand, fights the urge to roll her eyes. She waits until her head is bent over the shackle of the person beside her. Then she repeats the same thing to them, and it seems to stick that time around.

Despite that though, she repeats herself at least three more times, shouting the getaway instructions down the line as she examines the corner where the brick sidewall meets the stone wall at the back. This is where that lead Gull kid had been standing, and from what she saw, he was looking for something here. And if she’s going to keep up her lead against the Gulls, she needs to know what.

It’s easier said than done when she’s glancing up every few minutes to get on the prisoners and repeating the same instructions. She also keeps glancing at the five bodies on the ground, counting every time to make sure. In the first week in Dystopia, two got away. She doesn’t know what they did in the three weeks before she saw them again. All she knows is the way they laughed at her the second time, and how she kicked them with a little more force than necessary.

She’s not making the same mistakes twice. That’s what she’s getting at. 

Fortunately, the most movement these guys make is a slight shift before hitting the ground again. Another one of her discs appears in her hand, just in case, but she never has to throw it. A quick surge of pride runs through her, and she twirls the disc between her fingers. She watches as the line gets smaller, groups of two or three running down the alley and skidding left. There’s less of a need for her to tell them again, they start whispering it among themselves. As they run, they avoid the bodies on the floor at all costs. Some press into the wall to get away from them, and some just run as fast as they possibly can. 

It’s moments like this where she considers breaking her own rules and calling the police. Then she remembers what happened the last time, and why she’s not calling the Dystopian cops again until she knows none of them are being paid off.

(Knowing this city, it’ll be a while)

As the civilians flee the scene, and none of the incapacitated gang members are moving, she turns her attention back to the wall. She grabs the flashlight from her belt and switches it on. The light is intense, and she blinks and squints until she adjusts. 

It seems like there’s nothing; just an ordinary meeting of two ordinary walls. Logic would tell her to leave it at that and go the hell home, but she can’t. There’s an itch in her brain that she can’t ignore. The Gulls wouldn’t lead their victims into a dead-end alley. And the red-headed one had been standing around here just before she ambushed them. There’s something about here, and if she cracks it then at least she can make life a little harder for them.

She looks upward as if the answer could be there. Unlikely, given the height of the wall and the number of prisoners they had. No, scaling a wall with them would be next to impossible. She moves closer and crouches down, shining the light against the wall. The image in her head is fuzzy, obscured by darkness. If only she’d been able to see better. Maybe she should’ve set up on this side, she thinks bitterly. Less coverage, but a better vantage point. Or maybe she should’ve waited-

Wait.

The gravel crunches beneath her as her knees hit the floor. She peers closer to rule out it being a trick of the light. It’s not, and her heart thuds. Slowly, she rises and then creeps toward the wall. There, where the back wall meets the side wall, is a black crack, running from top to bottom. It could be anything, a crack in the plaster, a gap created by an underpaid city builder. But, she thinks as she presses her hand to it, it’s not.

No, it’s definitely not. Warm air tickles her gloved palm, and she breaks into a grin.

She’d first heard about it from Henry; how Dystopia is basically a bunch of concealed tunnels and secret entryways with a city built over them. How she’d bristled with excitement, back when she first heard it. Then she came here and saw it all for herself. Something lurks beneath every street corner and every alleyway. It’s what let all these gangs spring up and all these little wars start. It’s how people disappear, whether they want to or not. 

The wall door groans as she pulls it. She digs her boots into the ground, her teeth clenched to keep the grunt firmly inside of her. Pain spreads across her shoulders like ripples on the water, one pulsing after the next. The length of the past couple of hours comes back to her at once, and her arms begin to shake. She grits her teeth and keeps going. It doesn’t have to be all the way, she tells herself, just another few inches.

A heavy groan rips from her body when she lets go. The spent effort pulses in her arms, and she flexes her fingers in her black gloves. She thinks vaguely that she’ll need a hot shower tonight, then pushes that aside. She can’t think about that now, not when she’s finally gotten the step ahead she needed.

And honestly, it does help her forget about how crap she feels. Stretching out before her is a dank, grey-stone tunnel, lit by dull, flickering blue lights attached to the sides. For months, the two biggest blocks were how the Gulls were getting people out of the city and where they were taking them. Mika had staked out the harbours and the train stations and asked every contact she had. She’d chased her tail for weeks, all while more missing person posters appeared on lamposts.

Well, now she knows. And she’s kicking herself for not knowing. These tunnels, the ones that are still open, can take you right out of the city. Where no Dystopian cop could be bothered to chase you. That’s how the Gulls got away with this for so long.

Until now.

She takes a deep breath in; the air tastes like cold water, tinged with smoke. She might not be able to destroy the Gulls’ entire operation in one go, but breaking this tunnel could put a real dent in their work. If nothing else, it’s one less route they have.

Her scream is short but powerful. She feels it building inside her chest, like a car engine revving, before she sends it down the tunnel. It reverberates off the stone walls, shaking the foundations tunnel’s structure. She still feels it linger, and then she watches with relief and pride as the walls crumble and stone fills the gap. Another scream sends the ceiling tumbling on top of it, and then there’s a pile of rock and brick blocking her path. Even if they manage to clear it, it’ll likely be a while given her intel on the Gulls’ resources. And in that time, their diversions could make them sloppy, as these things often do, and she only needs one of them to slip up for her to catch them.

“Nice work.”

Her smile drops. She whips around, and her knife slides between her fingers. All at once, the warmth drains from her body. She’s as cold as the rain around them, and she feels the body behind her rather than seeing it. 

Ask questions in a minute, she tells herself, over the dozens of scenarios rushing through her brain. Make sure you don’t die first.

Her arm collides with something else. Her knee hits nothing when she brings it up. Her first options are gone, she shifts her weight back, ready to lunge and go for his ankles. But then one of the streetlights flicks back on, and what she sees makes her drop her knife.

Soft brown hair, now slick with rain. A head and a half taller than her. Clear skin, a button nose, and freaking dimples in his cheeks. A hand wraps around her wrist, and it’s the softest thing she’s felt in… well, probably over a year.

“Bose?” she asks.

He laughs, a little awkward, and his smile flashes in the dark.

For a second, she can’t feel anything, but static in her brain. Then it’s like she tunes into reality and it bursts through; Bose freaking O’Brien is in Dystopia, smiling at her, and every nerve in her body stands on edge.

“Hi, Mika,” he says. “You look good.”

[onlybomika]

“Sometimes I… I look at pictures of myself from before the Force,” he tells her. “And I look at them, and I’m like, ‘who the hell is that?’. Like I know it’s me, because it looks like me, but it doesn’t feel like me. I don’t remember being that kid and it freaks me out.”

BOSE LITERALLY HAD NO CHILDHOOD IM GOING TO CRY. his father left him when he was young, his mother went off and dated multiple guys, he was bullied for being different and his whole life changed in a day. This is why he always acts like a kid, he never got to be one.

[boseobrien]

Please, write anything, idc what it is I just need more ff content 😣

i'm so tempted to write a high school reunion bomika fic

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1 Masterlist

| Status | Complete!

Captain Man never thought he'd grow old. For years, he fought to keep Swellview safe from monsters and villains, but one day, he realised he couldn't do it forever. Enter Henry Hart, a thirteen-year-old boy needing an after-school job, but he never expected an indestructible superhero to hire him as his sidekick.

Now, they blow bubbles and fight crime with (y/n), Ray's best friend of many years, keeping them in check. He swears he's not in love with her, but Henry doesn't buy it. Will they ever confess?

This story is mature in places with adult themes and language. It uses she/her pronouns for a female reader, but anyone is free to read and enjoy :)

Main masterlist

Episode 1: The Danger Begins Pt.1

Episode 2: The Danger Begins Pt.2

Episode 3: Mo' Danger, Mo' Problems 

Episode 4: The Secret Gets Out 

Episode 5: Tears of the Jolly Beetle 

Episode 6: Substitute Teacher 

Episode 7: Jasper Danger 

Episode 8: The Space Rock 

Episode 9: Birthday Girl Down 

Episode 10: Too Much Game 

Episode 11: Henry the Man-Beast 

Episode 12: Invisible Brad 

Episode 13: Spoiler Alert 

Episode 14: Let's Make a Steal 

Episode 15: Super Volcano 

Episode 16: My Phony Valentine 

Episode 17: Caved In 

Episode 18: Elevator Kiss 

Episode 19: Man of the House 

Episode 20: Dream Busters 

Episode 21: Kid Grounded 

Episode 22: Captain Jerk 

Episode 23: The Bucket Trap 

Episode 24: Henry & the Bad Girl Pt. 1 

Episode 25: Henry & the Bad Girl Pt. 2 

Episode 26: Jasper's Real Girlfriend 

[notsogoodofawriter]

Posted this mini one-shot as I'm working on my multi-chapter fic. I hope you guys enjoy!

[netershipper15]

Bapa vs Bomika??

I watch danger force and I ship Bapa, but I also like Bose and Mika together, even though I don't SHIP them. But some of you Bapa stans have to stop being so toxic to people who do ship Bomika, even if you don't 100% agree with their opinions. Stop being so fucking toxic and disrespectful. Just respect that some people ship other things and that's okay. Even Havan said that the whole Bapa thing is not going to happen which shouldn't surprise yall.

I mean c'mon Bomika does have more chemistry, and it makes sense they just have more intimate scenes than Bapa does, now yeah you can be disappointed and a little upset but at the end of the day you all will need to get the hell over it and grow up. It's a kid's show. And it won't be the end of the world when Bapa doesn't kiss or hug, or be romantic like Bomika probably will. That's why fanfictions exist. If you want Bapa together that bad.. then write it. Besides some of you guys who are shitting on Bomika stans are just racist, really Calling a character the n-word, over a FICTIONAL- KIDS SHOW, and a stupid ship is CRAZY to me, but pop off babes. smh

[onlybomika]

this is the only reason why I'm still with the living.

hey! 

enemies with benefits??? yes ma'am 

[bomikalover]

Love the mackers headcanons, can i get some about how they'd be as a couple

I would love to, but I truly don’t think I can. We didn’t get much of the miles and buddy dynamic in season three or season one. We didn’t get much of Buddy’s character at all. I think that if I wanted to envision them as a couple I would need more of their dynamic, which I unfortunately cannot get, if they were given a full season three and we were able to see not only Buddy’s character flourish, but his character’s interactions with the other kids flourish. I truly think I would have a better grasp on how I would put them together as a couple, but as of right now, I don’t think I will ever make them like a couple in any of my fanfictions, like an official, lengthy relationship because I just don’t know how it would be because I have no idea what the relationship is like. I’m comfortable writing them as crushes and then like maybe a confession or a date or two, but as an official couple, I have no idea how they would be. you know like bomika it’s easy because we’ve had 3 to 4 years of seeing them together and interacting and their characters solo so it’s easier to see what they would be like as a couple but in comparison to Buddy who we’ve only gotten in like no more than 10 episodes it’s harder to write or imagine future concepts for him.

[boseobrien]

dissecting Bomika fanfiction into Taylor Swift lyrics is a hobbie

All Too Well- (Kate's version)

[And I can picture it after all these days, And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more, And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all ]  - Kate is excited to have Bose come back but it's not the same when she finds out he brought Mika and she knows that he's in love with Mika, but she's in love with him.

['Cause there we are again on that little town street, You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me,Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well] -  well yk just Bose and Kate just having a fun Summer montage <33

[And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team] - I think Ceila and Kate got along really well, The way Ceila was talking about it her made it kind if seem like she was rooting for them

[And maybe we got lost in translation, Maybe I asked for too much, But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up  - Kate thought that Bose liked her back bc he was spending all his time with a random girl he just met (her) but he never saw her as anything more than just platonic.

[Running scared, I was there I remember it all too well] - Bose was really sad about Mika not liking him back but Kate was there to cheer him up and distract hom from it.

[And you call me up again just to break me like a promise, So casually cruel in the name of being honest I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, 'Cause I remember it all, all, all, Too well] - On the beach when he kissed her again knowing damn well he didn't have feelings for her just to tell her he felt nothing for her ( He did her so wrong omg💀]

[Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it, I'd like to be my old self again, But I'm still trying to find it] - Kate is still stuck on Bose obviously and isn't her usual confident , animated self who doesn't care what anyone thinks.

[And there we are again when nobody had to know, You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath, Sacred prayer and we'd swear, To remember it all too well, yeah] - Bose went back home and didn't tell anyone about Kate and tried to pretend like nothing happened for Mika's sake and that hurt her feelings.

['Cause there we are again when I loved you so....It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well]  - You get the gist

[bomikalover]

My drawing inspired by the story. (Mika’s wearing Bose’s suit jacket 🤭)

Made my first fan fic ever (its bomika cuz I say so)

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 25: Henry & the Bad Girl, Part 2

~Big Putts Golf Course~

The Wall Dogs had returned to Swellview's best golf course to finish what they had tried to start the previous night. With no Captain Man or Kid Danger in sight, they rapidly got to work in tagging and defacing the windmill.

"Hey. Hey. Hey, check this out." One of them caught the attention of the others as they noticed Veronika returning to the group, only she wasn't alone. She had Kid Danger by her side.

"Surprise" She smirked at her gang, who scowled as Henry nervously shuffled behind her. 'Just stick to the plan.' He repeated in his head, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Hello, everyone." He waved at the criminals, but they just looked at the two teens in irritated confusion.

"Wait, what?" They all asked, wondering why their teammate would bring the enemy to them.

"so, uh..." Henry looked at Veronika for reassurance.

"Oh, that's T-Paint, Two Canz, Beonspray..." She started to name all of her friends, which stressed them out big time.

"Veronika!" A boy scolded her.

"What?" The girl replied in an annoyed tone. She didn't like it when she was interrupted.

"He's Captain Man's budge." The dude said, and the Wall Dogs angrily pointed at the teen superhero.

"Hey! I'm a lot more than Captain Man's budge! For example, I'm good at tennis, I make excellent tacos." Henry told them, offended that they just saw him as an extension of his boss.

"What if he tells Captain Man where we are?" The boy from before interrogated, glancing at Kid Danger with distrust.

"He won't. I just watched him fight Captain Man and push him down a mountain. I'd be in jail right now if it wasn't for him." Veronika explained, trying to convince her friends that Henry no longer had any allegiance to Ray.

"So, what are you saying now? You're not Captain Man's budge anymore?" The guy asked, still not accepting that the sidekick would betray Swellview's favourite crime fighter.

"Nope. I think it's awesome how you guys go around, painting stuff like that all over the city." The kid smiled, hoping that he sounded sincere enough that Veronika and her Wall Dog chums would believe him.

"Wait! You seriously gonna let Wonder Boy roll with us?" A girl in a glittery mask piped up.

"I don't know." The boy answered, looking between Henry and Veronika with misapprehension.

"He's my friend. You don't tell me what to do." Veronika stood up to the boy, trying to be assertive and confident.

"No. But Van Del does. Call him." He replied and a Wall Dog took out his cell so they could speak to their leader. This was the start of Henry's plan to worm his way into the heart of the Wall Dog's lair. However, the wall dog who made the phone call wasn't particularly bright, and he rang the boy who gave the order. Ah, jeez, this was going to be harder than he thought.

~The Man-Cave~

Charlotte made her way down from Junk-N-Stuff, having received a notification up in the store that Ray had returned. However, what she was greeted with as she stepped out of the elevator, told her that mission hadn't gone smoothly.

Firstly, Henry was nowhere in sight, which made nerves settle in her stomach as she got the impression that something was wrong. (y/n) was crying, Ray was filthy and the way the woman had her head in her hands with Ray cradling her shaking frame made her pale as she tentatively walked over to them.

"How'd it go?" She asked the adults timidly, causing Ray to sigh and (y/n) to look at her with bloodshot eyes. Did she dare tell the girl that her best friend had betrayed them for a stupid gang of miscreants?

"Not great." She whispered hoarsely, wiping her eyes quickly and drying her face in an attempt to pull herself together so Charlotte didn't have to see her cry. The girl didn't need to see her problems.

"Well, what happened? And why are you all dirty?" Charlotte asked, as (y/n) went over to the computer so she could make herself useful. Work was always the best distraction for when her heart was aching.

"'Cause I just went tumbling down a giant mountain, and a mountain is basically one big pile of dirt in the shape of a mountain." Ray answered, trying to keep his voice low so his best friend wouldn't get more upset. He'd already put her through even, he didn't want to make things worse. The large man put a warm hand on (y/n)'s shoulder as she began to track Henry's location. When she got her hands on the good-for-nothing, lying little shit, she'd...probably burst into tears at how hurt she was.

"We've gotta locate Henry." Ray whispered in her ear, his dulcet tone relaxing her into the chair so she could be nearer to his body.

"I'm on it. Schwoz!" The woman yelled, but her voice was still a little strained from her emotion.

"SCHWOZ!!!!" Charlotte bellowed, helping out her friend with her powerful voice. 

"Thanks for that." She said to both the girl and Ray, who had covered her ears to stop her from jumping at the deafening noise. 

"What? What?" A half-naked Schwoz shouted as he came out from the back of the Man Cave, draped only with a pink towel around his waist and shoulders. He was dripping wet and covered in suds, so it took no genius to work out where he had been.

"I was in the shower." The man whined, goosebumps rising on his body as the cold air of the main room stung his wet skin.

"Come help us locate Henry," Ray instructed him, making the small man waddle over, his bare feet slapping on the marble floors.

"Why, what happened?" Schwoz asked, wondering why they'd need to find the boy when they could just call him.

"Ray put the secret tracking device on him, but it's not finding the location." (y/n) told him, standing up so her friend could sit down.

"It's okay, I fix," Schwoz reassured her, ensuring that he didn't knock her confidence. She was clever, brilliant in fact, but she was often so unsure of herself that she questioned her intelligence and capability. The woman stood next to Ray, who was perfectly happy to let Schwoz take over, after all, it meant that he could put his arm around her and pull her into his side.

"Oh, sweet cheese." The girls and Ray gagged as they saw Schwoz's back hair, causing the three of them to step back.

"So, where is he?" The man asked the genius as the signal began to triangulate on Henry's location. 

"It takes time to triangulate his location." Schwoz snapped, (y/n) resting her head on Ray's pec. A strange noise came from the shower, which confused everyone because it sounded just like a pig. WHat had Schwoz been doing in there?

A soapy pig ran out from the shower, making Ray, Charlotte and (y/n) look at it in shock.

"I'll be there in a minute!" Schwoz told the pig, which seemed to satisfy the pig into returning to the back of the Man Cave.

"You were in the shower with your pig?" Charlotte asked him incredulously.

"She has to get clean too." The little man told her, not seeing how (y/n) stared at him with an annoyed expression. A goddamn pig in the showers that she had to clean? Oh, hell no.

"Yeah, she gets clean outside where I don't have to mop down any pig gunge." She hissed, now knowing why Schwoz's shower always smelt funny.

"She has no gunge." He whined, thinking that his pig was perfect and pristine.

"Get that pig out of that shower or we'll be having sausages for dinner tomorrow." (y/n)smiled at him sweetly, but her words scared the living daylights out of Schwoz, resulting in him slipping and sliding across the floor so he could get his pig out of her way. 

~Van Del's layer~

The crazed criminal, Van Del, was busying shooting paintballs at several pinups of Captain Man, his sworn enemy. 

"Van Del?" A nervous minion asked him, not wanting to upset his boss by rudely interrupting him.

"I'm busy painting." The 'artist' groaned, firing at a photo and landing a scarlet splatter right on Captain Man's nose.

"But Spray-Z wants to talk to you." The boy told him, making Van Del sigh and point his paint gun at him.

"Give me the phone, now go stir the paint before I throw you into it." He groaned, making the minion dash off to a large vat of bubbling red paint.

"Talk." Van Del said into the phone, resuming his assault on another pic of Ray.

"Kid Danger's here." One of the Wall Dogs at the golf course reported, piquing his boss's interest.

"Put him on the phone." Van Del ordered, adamant that he should get to talk to the superhero.

"Van Del?" Henry asked, pleasing the criminal exponentially. It wasn't often he got to converse with his enemy's sidekick.

"Kid Danger. I hear your boss wants me in prison." He seethed into his cell, firing at Captain Man's portrait again.

"Well...maybe Captain Man's not my boss anymore." Henry told him, intriguing the Wall Dogs around him and their leader on the other end of the line.

"Interesting. Put Spray-Z on the phone." He ordered the boy, sitting up straighter in his chair.

"It's me," Spray-Z answered after a small kerfuffle over Henry not knowing which Wall Dog was which.

"Did you search Kid Danger?" Van Del interrogated his minion.

"Search him for what?" Spray-Z replied, not being the smartest Wall Dog in the gang.

"Oh, I don't know, meatballs and bikini tops?" His boss said sarcastically, but the dumb kid couldn't read between the lines to see that he was joking. He gave the order, endlessly irritating Van Del.

"Spray Z. Spray-Z!" He yelled down the phone.

"What's up?" The boy asked, wondering what the man wanted now.

"Search him for weapons, recording devices, things like that." The criminal spelt it out plainly so the goon would get the picture.

"Ah, right, right." Spray-Z hit the side of his head, trying to get his head in the game.

"And, use the wand." Van Del added, so the gang did as they were told. Seizing Henry, Veronika waved a hand-held metal detector over his costume, looking for anything that could be used against them. Coming to his utility belt, the wand turned from green to red, indicating that Henry had something...suspicious on him.

"What you got in there?" Two Canz asked him, to which Henry looked at her cooly.

"Nothing but rock hard abs." He sassed her, but the girl wasn't in the mood for games.

"Check his belt buckle." She ordered the guy holding him, so he fiddled around with the metal buckle until he found a blinking microchip thing.

"I swear I didn't know that was in there." He stuttered, hoping that they'd buy it. Snatching the tiny device from the dude's fingers, Two-Canz studied it closely.

"It's a tracking device!" She hissed.

"Captain Man must've put it there! That jerk!" He lied, desperately praying that the plan hadn't just majorly backfired.

~Back in the Man Cave~

Schwoz had scurried back to his seat after moving the pig from the shower and was now trying to secure a fix on Henry. 

"Why can't you find Henry?" Charlotte questioned him, as Ray paced back and forth nervously. Had he been found out? Had their plan failed? Had the Wall Dogs done something to him?

"I told you it takes time!" Schwoz reiterated his point from earlier, frustrating Ray.

"Time is the one thing we don't have." The large man growled, leaning over (y/n) as she crouched down to help Schwoz.

"Well, time and machines that poop gold, we also don't have gold." (y/n) joked to slice through the tension that was rapidly building.

~Big Putts Golf Course~

"All right, if you really didn't know about this tracking device, then bust it up." A Wall Dog instructed Henry, wanting to see the kid break his final tie to Captain Man. Veronika passed him a hammer as Henry internally cursed what he was about to do.

"Okay. But I don't need this." He told the guy, chucking the hammer into Spray-Z's stomach.

"Check this out." He said to the group, throwing the tracking device upwards and shooting it midair with his laser remote. A shower of sparks rained down on the Wall Dogs' heads and Henry prayed that his friends back in the Man Cave were able to pinpoint his location before the signal went dead. 

~The Man Cave~

Everyone looked at the screen in horror as it flashed a 'no signal' message. 

"What happened?" Ray exclaimed, fear swelling in his chest.

"We lost Henry's signal." (y/n) breathed, she and Schwoz trying to find it again, but it was pointless. You can't find what doesn't exist. Ray and Charlotte put their hands on their heads in defeat; what were they gonna do now?

~Back at the Golf Course~

"Now, give us your little laser toy." Spray-Z told Henry, who was reluctant to give up his last line of defence. 

"But this kind of belongs to Captain Man, and I don't think I---" He tried to excuse, but Veronika didn't like his hesitation.

"Who's side are you on? The Wall Dogs' or Captain Man's?" She asked him, getting Henry to choose between maintaining his lie or keeping himself safe as Ray told him to.

"Yours." He cemented, passing the laser remote into the boy's hand, proving his loyalty.

"Cool." It wasn't a good idea to give Spray-Z a weapon, but oh, well.

"Okay, you guys finish working on the windmill. I'm going to work on Kid Danger," Veronika smirked at him, shaking a tin of black spray paint.

"What are you gonna do?" Henry asked her, internally panicking at what (y/n) would say when she saw the mess on his uniform. She'd have to spend hours on the costume to get the paint off and he guessed that he was already in her bad books since she didn't know about his and Ray's plan to infiltrate the Wall Dogs' lair.

"You'll see." She smiled, pushing him into the corner of the course so she could start painting. 

"Hey, how's this thing work?" Spray-Z asked, pointing Henry's laser remote directly into his eye.

"Be careful with that or else you might---"Henry's warning came a little too late as the dumb kid shot himself in the eye, causing him to clutch it in pain. Accidents always happen to stupid people.

~15 minutes later~

The Wall Dogs were still working on the windmill, but Veronika had finished painting over the vibrant red and blue hues of Henry's costume.

"Okay, everybody! Check out the new Kid Danger!" She called out to her friends, showing off how she'd turned his tunic black and had created a swirling pattern on his pants and boots.

"Aw, yeah. That is dope." The gang admired her art, liking how the teen superhero looked like one of them now.

"How does it feel?" Veronika smirked.

"Feels baaaad." Henry twisted his catchphrase to fit his new persona, even though the paint made him feel very sticky.

"Van Del's going to love it." The girl said, the others agreeing with her. Perfect, everything was going according to the plan.

"This is so weird, I feel like a real Wall Dog now." Henry smiled, but the gang was quick to dampen his spirits.

"Not yet, man. We're gonna take you to the grill and we'll let Van Del decide if you can be a Wall Dog." Henry was told.

"What grill?" He asked, curious as to where Van Del's hideout was.

"That's a secret..." A boy tried to say, but Spray-Z couldn't help himself.

"It's the Old Maple Grill." He revealed dumbly, causing his teammates to groan.

"Shut up, man! What is wrong with you?!" They scolded him, not wanting Kid Danger to know the location before they could fully trust him.

"I got shot in the eye with a laser!" Spray-Z whined as the group began to argue amongst themselves.

"The Old Maple Grill's been abandoned for years," Henry mentioned to Veronika.

"Just wait." She smirked, but Henry's stomach dropped as two Wall Dog's dragged Jasper over to the group. What had the kid gotten himself into?

"You guys are going to be in big trouble." He hissed at them, trying to break free from their grip.

"Oh no," Henry mumbled.

"Yo! Who's the herbert?" A guy asked.

"We caught him across the street, spying on us." The girl in the glitter mask replied, Jasper, being not afraid to confirm her story.

"That's right. And I found you and as soon as I get out of here, I'm calling the cops." He told them, holding up his phone like an idiot. Someone should've told him that telling the bad guys about your escape plan is the worst thing you can do in a hostage situation. Snatching his cell from his hand, a Wall Dog threw it far away and into the pond on the golf course.

"But, but, but, but...well, now, how am I supposed to call the cops?" He asked them rhetorically.

"I think this Herbert need to be a little more...colourful." The guy said, and the gang took up their spray cans so they could tag him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. Why don't we let our new friend spray the Herbert?" Veronika suggested, turning to Henry who gulped at the notion. The gang enthusiastically agreed, but Henry wasn't so sure. He wouldn't do this to a stranger, let alone his best friend.

"Give me some cans." He told them in a stern voice, plucking up the courage to do as they had asked so he could stay in the group.

"Kid Danger?" Jasper gasped as he noticed the superhero stood across from him.

"What's up?" The teen asked cooly, shaking his can.

"What happened to your outfit?" He spluttered, not believing that one of his heroes would turn evil.

"None of your biz, Herbert," Henry told him cruelly, guilt rising in his chest as the Wall Dogs enjoyed his mean performance.

"What are you doing? You're supposed to fight for what's good and right." Jasper stressed, but the boy superhero had to keep up his pretence that he was bad now.

"Things change. Now I spray paint Herberts with big feet." He bullied his friend, hating how disheartened Jasper looked.

"No, no, no. Don't paint me." The captured boy screamed, but it was futile; the kid sprayed orange and blue paint all over his body, torturing him with the cold spray. They let him go eventually, but only after he left looking like there had been an explosion in a paint factory.

~Back in the Man Cave~

"Guys, guys, guys! I found something!!!" Charlotte screamed as she sprinted out of the elevator. She had just legged it from Henry's house, having found Jasper all painted up from his encounter with the Wall Dogs. They had sprayed him everywhere, and there had been an interesting addition to the paint on his back.

"If it's not Henry's head on a spike then I'm not interested." (y/n) said lamely, closing her eyes as she rested against Ray on the couch. He had cleaned himself in the hour Charlotte had been gone and had decided to let Schwoz poke around on the computer whilst he took some time-out with his favourite girl.

"No! I found a message on Jasper's back that Henry painted!" The girl exclaimed, dashing over to the computer so she could put her photo on the monitor. The adults sat up and joined her and Schwoz by the supercomputer, curious as to what Jasper had anything to do with this.

"The bucket kid?" Ray asked, confused by her quick sentence.

"Jasper got spray painted by Kid Danger at Big Putts Golf Course and this is what he wrote on his back." She explained, showing them the image of the abbreviation OMG that had been distinctly drawn there, the black paint contrasting the rest of the bright colours.

"You think it's a message?" Ray asked her, thinking about what Henry could mean. He knew his sidekick was trying to give him a sign about where to go since the signal had failed, but he couldn't grasp its coded meaning.

"It must be a place in Swellview." Schwoz theorised, thinking about every building in the city where crime boss would want to build his secret base.

"But where?" Ray stroked his chin, Charlotte rolling her eyes at how slow they were.

"The Old Maple Grill!" (y/n) gasped, her brain flickering to life as she dusted away the cobwebs in her mind. She felt like she had been pulled away from her depressed mood like a snapping elastic band as her neurons synchronised all at once.

"Yes! The abandoned grill on the east side of Swellview!" Charlotte smiled at her eureka moment, seeing the way she lit up as the dots connected in her mind.

"How did you think of that?" Ray asked in bafflement, surprised but not upset by the fact that she beat him to the chase.

"We used to go there all the time for their steaks. Don't you remember?" She reminded him, recalling how the times she shared with him in the restaurant were some of the first instances where she felt her heart flutter when he laughed at her jokes. It was so long ago, back when she'd only been working for him for a short while, she wasn't disheartened to learn that he had let the memory slip away. It must have been precious only to her.

"Oh, yeah." He smiled, zoning out as his three friends began to get ready for his assault on the Wall Dogs. They busied themselves at the computer as he remembered what it felt like to be sat in that grill. She looked so lovely on those nights, even when she had been tired and run-down from the late nights and hectic days. He recalled how he had cursed to himself when he realised that he'd do anything to make her smile or to keep her there with him. She had become important to him and that terrified the man who had always kept people at an arm's length. After all the women he had gone through, his best friend was the one he had given his heart to and he had no hope of taking it back.

"Ray, are you ready?" Schwoz asked, breaking him out of his daydream.

"What? No!" He quickly stammered, thinking that he had been asked if he was ready to confess to (y/n) that he was head over heels in love with her.

"But we have everything ready." The young woman in question told him with a frown on her face. Taking a glance at the computer monitor, Ray realised that they were talking about going after Van Del.

"Oh right, yeah, I'm ready." He mentally slapped himself into focus, using his Captain Man voice to appear like he hadn't just had a mini-meltdown at the thought of admitting his feelings.

"There's been a lotta activity around the Old Maple Grill recently, so we're pretty sure that's where the Wall Dogs are," Charlotte told him and Ray walked over to the tubes.

"Right, I'm gonna go over there and teach that scum a lesson." He growled, whacking his belt buckle to the tube would come down. (y/n) wasn't sure if he was talking about Van Del or Henry, but in her mind, they were both as bad as each other, so she didn't care.

"Good luck!"

"Kick some ass!" The three friends waved him goodbye as he shot up the tube, intent on bringing the Wall Dogs to justice and Henry home.

~Van Del's lair~

"Kid Danger? He's here?" Van Del asked his minions as he descended some metal stairs in his hideout. The group from the golf course had just returned to their base and were eager to show their leader their newest gang member.

"Yeah. He's outside with Veronika." One of the lead minions answered.

"Bring him. Get him." Van Del smirked, excited to finally relish the fact that Captain Man's beloved sidekick had jumped ship and joined him.

The door to the lair opened and the supervillain rubbed his hands together as Henry nervously stepped inside, Veronika following close behind him.

"How's your eye?" He asked Spray-Z, who was holding the door open for them.

"Gone!" The boy cried and Henry noticed that he was now wearing an eyepatch over the eye that had been burnt. Ouch.

"Van Del?" Henry looked at his enemy with 'respectful' eyes, trying to appear humble in the colourful den of the Wall Dogs.

"Is it true, you've turned against Captain Man and that you want to join the Wall Dogs revolution?" The boss asked him, making Henry turn back to Veronika and grin cockily.

"Yep. I do." He confirmed.

"Roll up your sleeve." Van Del ordered, confusing the kid with his unusual direction.

"Uh...why?" He asked.

"Show him the Wall Dog mark on your arms." Van Del told his followers and they all pulled back their sleeves to reveal that they all had the Wall Dog tag branded on their arms.

"Oh," Henry said quietly, feeling anxious as Van Del heated up the branding iron. This guy was insane.

"First, we test the melon." He said mysteriously, and the minions passed over a melon with a rainbow wig and glasses. This was getting weirder by the minute. Pressing the glowing metal into the fruit's skin, the heat caused it to shrivel and hiss as the Wall Dog's dark mark was left on the green surface.

"So, to join the Wall Dogs now I have to do that to a melon?" Henry asked, trying to buy himself some time so Ray could get to him. Well, only if his message on Jasper had made it back to him.

"Hold up your arm." Van Del laughed, as two goons grabbed Henry and forced his sleeve up his arm.

"Whoa, whoa, can't I just swear on the Bible or something?" The boy asked, really not liking the idea of having a painful burn on his arm for the rest of his life.

"Or if--" Henry's panicking was interrupted as a boot came flying through the door, distracting the gang from their branding.

"Ow! Dang it!" The person yelled as their foot got stuck, but Henry sighed in relief as he knew his salvation had come. An arm came through the door too, as the man tried to force his way in. Then his other leg ripped through the wood and then his other arm, in an attempt to free his stuck limbs from the door, but it only made his situation worse.

Spray-Z carefully opened the door, which probably wasn't the best idea, but he was stupid so he didn't realise it. Opening the door, the guy was revealed to be none other than Captain Man, who was struggling in the position he had put himself in.

"It's Captain Man!" A girl yelled as the Wall Dogs descended into anger and trepidation. Using the brute strength he retained in all his muscle, Ray pulled himself free from the door and scowled at the criminals.

"Well, Van Del, spray time's over." He quipped, having spent the journey time from the Man Cave to the Old Maple Grill thinking about the perfect line for his entrance.

"Prove your loyalty to the Wall Dogs." Van Del ordered Kid Danger as his minions looked between the superhero and their leader nervously. Sighing, Henry sauntered up to Ray by a few steps.

"I've only got one thing to say to you." He growled at Ray.

"Then say it." The man said back in an equally serious tone.

"...I am so glad you're here!" Henry broke out into a gleeful smile and jumped into Ray's arms so he could give his friend a huge hug. He was so worried back there that he'd have to get branded. The Wall Dogs, especially Veronika, watched in horror as the superheroes revelled in their reunion.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Veronika yelled at Henry, not realising that she had been set up.

"Fighting crime, baby." He smirked at her cooly as Ray couldn't contain his elated grin.

"I love this kid." Captain Man laughed at his sidekick's words and gave him a quick side hug. As if he'd turn evil for a girl.

"You lied to me." Veronika cried, heartbroken that she'd been so foolish and trusted the boy.

"Yep." The boy answered truthfully.

"You used me!" She added.

"That is also true," Henry stated, feeling little to no remorse at what he had done since it had helped him and Captain Man find the Wall Dogs 

"She is really pretty." Ray pointed out, knowing what it was like to be swept away by a girl's beauty since it happened to him every day when (y/n) came down from her room for breakfast.

"Right?" Henry agreed, smiling as he appreciated the girl that fell for him.

"But how could you..." She trailed off, not being able to say out loud that he had betrayed her.

"Look, I had to make you think that I turned against Captain Man and that I was falling in love with you so you'd bring me here to Van Del," Henry explained, causing the villain to grab one of his minions in anger.

"You idiot! You led Captain Man right to us!" He snapped, holding the poor kid by the scruff of his neck.

"It wasn't my fault. When we found the tracking device on the kid, we blew it up." He told his boss.

"Yeah. And that's when I knew I had to get a message to Captain Man, so I spray painted O-M-G on that kid you guys caught at Big Putts." Ray smirked at the boy's genius, glad that he picked a kid that was so smart to be his sidekick.

"You mean the kid with the big feet?" Spray-Z asked.

"Uh-huh. But his feet arent big, they're huge." Henry said, amusing himself at his slight jibe at Jasper.

"Wait, I still don't understand all this." A kid said, frowning at how all the facts were jumbled in his head.

"What? You mean that Kid Danger and I set up a whole plan to find your secret hideout and capture Van Del?" Ray asked, and the crowd nodded. They didn't have a clue what was going on. The superhero duo sighed; looks like they'd have to spell it out for them.

"All right."

"We'll explain it in more detail." They said, Ray, sitting down so they could talk about the entire plan.

~45 minutes later~

Well, that was tedious. It had taken them three-quarters of an hour just to get up to the whole OMG thing, and Ray and Henry had almost passed out from boredom.

"And so, when my helper saw the O-M-G that Kid Danger sprayed on that boy's back, she knew that was a clue," Ray explained to the now seated Wall Dogs, who still didn't get it.

"Old Maple Grill, O-M-G," Henry told them, and they all verbally confirmed their understanding.

"Wait. When did you even come up with this whole plan?" A girl asked, knowing that Kid Danger had been with them for the whole day and night.

"Well, you see, at first I lied to Captain Man," Henry said as Van Del started to get antsy from having waited so long.

"By not telling me that Veronika asked him to meet her under the Swellview sign," Ray added, the teen girl in front of him glaring at Henry.

"But then I felt guilty so I told him." The kid confessed, his golden morality shining through his smile.

"Who's a good boy?" Ray asked him in a silly voice and jokingly hit him in the stomach.

"Me." The kid giggled, happy that his boss was proud of him.

"So that's when we decided to really--" The large man was cut off as Van Del's patience finally snapped.

"STOP THIS! This explanation has been going on for 45 minutes! Enough!" The crime boss yelled, making Henry and Ray roll their eyes. What a temper, geez.

"Well, what do you want us to do?" Spray-Z asked, disappointed that he didn't get to hear the end of the story.

"Attack them!" He bellowed and the room collapsed in pandemonium as the Wall Dogs began to punch and kick at Captain Man and Kid Danger. Veronika swiped at Ray who easily blocked her punches as Henry battled Spray-Z, who wasn't very bright so he was quickly on the floor. Overpowering the girl, Ray pushed her onto the floor as the next minion lined up to fight him.

"Hey, Captain Man!" A boy caught his attention, holding up a long metal pole in his hands. Seeing that Ray was in danger, (even though he couldn't actually get hurt, but still), Henry grabbed his laser remote and fired it at the metal, the laser melting through it so it became useless.

Smiling that his opponent was now unarmed, Ray charged forwards and kicked him to the floor as Henry struggled against Spray-Z. Using the kid to lift himself up, Henry kicked an oncoming goon and threw his elbow back into the boy's nose. Now, he had no nose and one eye; it wasn't a good day for Spray-Z.

"Get him!" Van Del grunted when Ray opened a cabinet door into one of his minions' faces. Kid Danger dropped kicked another boy as Ray cut through the crowd, taking down anyone who stood in his path. With another guy being thrown through a pile of paint cans, the leader of the Wall Dogs cringed as the superhero duo annihilated his gang.

Seeing her chance to escape, Veronika ran up the metal stairs to the lair's second level but stepped back in shock as Ray launched a shopping cart of art supplies at her. Spinning around to go back the other way, she found herself trapped between the cart and Kid Danger.

"Where are you going?" Henry asked her as she tried to get past him.

"I'm sorry, but we got to keep you here until the cops show up." He told her as Ray swung across the room on a rope, kicking two goons over a sofa as he did. 

"Really? Is that the truth?" Veronika snarled at Henry.

"What do you mean?" He inquired, puzzled at what she had said.

"Everything you've told me up to now has been a lie." She sniffed at him, growing teary at the thought of the boy she believed she could trust betraying her.

"We had to stop you and the other Wall Dogs from breaking the law." He sighed, knowing that it was his duty to stop criminals, no matter what.

"Well, you're a really good actor. 'Cause the way you kissed me, I thought maybe you liked it...and liked me." She gazed at him with a devastated face. Henry sighed and looked up as he blocked out the noise of Ray beating the other Wall Dogs to a pulp.

"What are you doing?" Veronika wondered why he was looking at the ceiling when she had just spilt her feelings to him.

"I don't know, but I sure hope you don't escape while I'm looking at the cool ceiling." He told her, his suggestive tone making her eyes widen. She looked around to see Captain Man still fighting Van Del and her friends, so she took her chance and ran down the escape corridor, but not before coming back to give Henry one last parting kiss.

Having tied up and hoisted the last minion above the floor using his rope, Ray was joined by Henry and they moved in on Van Del, who backed up the stairs as they tried to corner him.

"Don't come near me." He warned Captain Man, who wasn't even a bit scared of him.

"I'm coming near you." He retorted as the two continued to ascend the stairs.

"Leave me alone." Van Del stressed.

"Nope, here I come." Ray inched closer as Van Del's only hope of escape turned out to be a locked door. With his sidekick on his heels, Ray prepared himself to arrest the man.

"I am an artist." The villain tried to say, thinking that what he'd done was right even though the law said otherwise.

"You're a criminal," Ray growled and pushed Van Del over the flimsy railing and into his vat of red paint. 

"AAH! I'M DROWNING!! I'm drawing in my own paint!" The guy shouted pathetically as he splashed about in the warm and sticky liquid.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!" The two superheroes shouted down at him as he freaked out.

"It's only, like, three feet deep. You can stand up." Ray told him, making the man stop flowering and get to his feet.

"Oh. This is so embarrassing." Van Del said as he wiped the paint from his eyes.

"Yeah."

"It really is." Henry and Ray agreed.

~Back at the Man Cave, (y/n)'s PoV~

"We are live at the Old Maple Grill where Captain Man and Kid Danger just captured the graffiti bandits known as the Wall Dogs." I listened intently to the sudden news report, almost choking on my soda when I heard the story.

"Holy shit, Henry's not evil." I gasped to myself, being alone since Schwoz was off doing 'Schwoz' things and Charlotte had gone home when her work shift had ended. I didn't know whether to feel overjoyed or angry at the superheroes onscreen; Henry was still the sweet kid I knew he was, but then again, I was almost certain that he and Ray had been in cahoots about his so-called 'betrayal' the entire time.

"So what do you guys plan to do with the reward money?" Evelyn Hall, the reporter, asked the two. I have to say, I was more than curious to hear their response since after I'd got hold of them they wouldn't be able to spend it after I'd finished with them. 

Ray lied to me. That's the truth, he knew what was happening the entire time and he just let me believe that the kid had joined that stupid gang for some girl. After working with him for so long, I had thought that we had a mutual trust in our friendship, he could tell me anything and I would have taken the secret to my grave. I thought he knew that, I thought he trusted me. Clearly not.

"Well, the truth is, we never would have found the Wall Dogs if a young teenage boy with gigantic feet hadn't tipped us off." Ray's voice came out of the speakers as I sulked and munched angrily on a spring roll. But my heart melted a little when I realised that they were giving the ten thousand dollars to Jasper so the kid could get his foot reduction surgery thing. 

I sighed to myself, debating whether to feel angry or proud that they had completed their noble mission. I suppose I don't have to know everything that went off in the Man Cave, after all, everyone has their secrets and everyone's entitled to keep their secrets.

"And who was this young man?" Evelyn asked Henry, who leaned towards the microphone so he could speak clearly.

"His name is Jasper Dunlop." The boy answered, making me smile at how kind he was being to his best friend. Any other kid would have kept the ten grand for himself, but not our Henry, selfless as always.

"So, we're going to take the ten thousand dollar reward and give it to Jasper." Ray smiled into the camera, and I couldn't help but smile back. That darn smile always got to me.

Switching off the news, I stood up and looked around the Man Cave. It always felt so big when I was alone, but I knew that my friend would be back soon with his heroic sidekick in tow. Thinking about Henry with a gentle smile on my face, the darkness of his costume snapped into my mind. I groaned when I sussed that the Wall Dogs must've painted it or something when he was fooling them. 

"Stupid paint on stupid fabric never comes off," I growled to no one, thinking that I'd be the one to scrub it clean. It was times like this that made my job feel like work, but when he smiled at me, it felt like bliss. Even if he lied to me and broke my heart more times than I cared to count, I'd always be there, waiting for him to come home. I was in love with him, even if he would never love me back.

~Meanwhile, in the Man Van~

The cops had taken a very messy Van Del away in handcuffs, slamming the police van door in his face as he was scattered off to jail with his minions. It had been a long day's work and they were both relieved to just get in the Man Van and drive home. Jasper would get the reward money and they'd sleep tonight knowing that another one of Swellview's enemies was locked up behind bars.

"Do you think (y/n) will be mad at me?" Henry asked Ray quietly as the man drove along the quiet road.

"What? Nah, she loves you too much kid to be mad at you, she'll just...be mad at me." Ray gulped as he ruffled Henry's hair. He knew that his return to the Man Cave meant he'd have to own up to the fact that he knew that Henry wasn't evil, and his best friend would be beyond pissed.

"She'll forgive you though, I mean, you're best friends." Henry reminded him, but it wasn't enough to quell the man's fear. He had always seen their friendship as the perfect oxymoron; indescribably resilient, but also completely delicate. It had stood the test of time, it had endured every curveball life had thrown at them, it had coped with every girl ray had turned to that wasn't her, but he still felt like a wrong move could shatter it like glass.

"Yeah," Ray said quietly, drowning in his insecurities. Henry wasn't stupid and he had been around the couple long enough to recognise the signs of them floundering with their feelings.

"Man, she always forgives you. You don't have to worry." He comforted his boss, trying to calm his fear that (y/n) would not forgive Ray for lying to her. He could take responsibility for the lie and say that it was his idea, but he didn't need to.

Ray was man enough to go home to her, even if he could never tell her the way he felt. The thought of her waiting up for him made his heart flutter and it endeavoured him to press down harder on the gas.

He would face her wrath, her tears, her disappointment because that was what it took for him to go home to her. He wanted to grovel on his knees until she would accept his pleading for forgiveness, he wanted to fall asleep watching her favourite rom-com, despite the goofy storyline always making him groan. He'd do it all for her, because he loved her, even if she would never love him back.

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THIS IS SO SWEET

[illcitaffrs]

did a.. less depressive, spicier and.. smuttier? version of Your Shirt! 

it actually reminds me of stay by gracie abrams sm!! 

[notsogoodofawriter]

Hi guys!

So i have a few multiple chapter fics that I've started but never finished, and i was wondering if you guys would be interested in me posting them even though they aren't done. I was thinking about maybe just posting them and updating it along the way, but I've never been one to do that, i like posting my fics are finished. These fics have been in drafts for like a year and a half, and others have been there for months. These fics do deal with tough topics, i wanted to really perfect them before putting them out there, but i fear they are going to waste without anyone to enjoy them. Just let me know!!