#bose and mika fanfic

[dollmelaniee]

just a friendly reminder. dear eleana exist. if u havent read it, go read it. ITS SOOO LIFE CHANGING.

[boseobrien]

"It was real, wasn't it. You and me a lifetime ago, just a couple of kids" - Mika Macklin (Dear Eleana, wattpad )

[bomikalover]

Scrapped Fanfic me and my friend Lee made called "Puree Passion." Wrote 3 chapters and decided to post one of them lol. LMK if you want the other two and I'll gladly post them! K Bye!

Chapter 1: Le début

It was a bright and breezy day on a regular Sunday afternoon at the beginning of summer. Bose walks into Man’s Nest with a grin on his face and a pep in his step. He was so joyful today, and no one knew why, which is one of the many mysteries of Bose O’Brien. The others sat on the Man Couch, curious as to why the young boy was so happy today.

“Someone’s feeling cheery!” Mika teased.

“It's disgusting.” Chapa sneered.

“Let the boy be happy!” Miles defended.

“So are you guys gonna ask me or what?” Bose questioned.

Bose joins the others on the couch.

“Do we have to-”

“What got your spirits so high?” Miles asked while cutting off Chapa.

“Ok, since you guys are dying to know…I got a summer job!” Bose exclaimed.

Chapa gave him a semi-smirk of pride, Miles applauded while cheering him on, and Mika flung out of her seat, jumping for joy, almost sonic screaming out of excitement. The others looked at Mika with confusion. You would have thought she was getting the job.

“Sorrieee, I’m just excited.” Mika says sheepishly while sitting back down.

Chapa leans over to Miles, whispering. “Some of us more than others.”

Miles cackles like a witch as Mika continues the conversation.

“Anyways, where are you working?”

“That's the best part! It's Hip Hop Paris!”

Mika’s smile faded. She must have been hearing things.

“Do you mean Hip Hop Puree?” Mika questioned.

“No. I mean Hip Hop Paris; Becky recommended it to me.” Bose answered.

“Becky? You mean Becky Butler? The Becky Butt!” Mika stressed.

“I thought she moved away?” Miles questioned.

“She did…to Paris!” Bose replied.

Mika sighs while rolling her eyes. It was already bad enough that he was going away to Paris for the summer, but he would be working with Becky. They all knew Becky was bad news…at least Mika did. She couldn't comprehend why Bose would ever listen to Becky…like it’s Becky.

“Not that I care, but why can't you work here in Swellview? You know at Hip Hop Puree?” Chapa asked.

“Well, Hip Hop Paris pays way more than Hip Hop Puree, and now that I'm getting older, I decided that I wanted to be more independent. All I know is Swellview, and this might be my one opportunity to get out of here.” Bose explained.

The others knew what Bose meant. Out of all of them, Bose will be the one stuck behind fighting crime with Ray. Not that being stuck with Ray is the worst thing in the world, but there are always better opportunities out there. Miles could sense the heavy vibe surrounding this conversation.

“Well, I'm happy for you. Hopefully, this is a small stop on your path to greatness.” Miles said.

“Yea dude, that's sick.” Chapa praises.

Bose smiles at his friend's support, but he looks over at Mika as her opinion means the most.

“So Mika, what do you think?”

Mika looks up at Bose, breaking out of her gaze. She plasters on a fake smile.

“Yeah, it's great.” Mika lied while nervously giggling.

Bose sensed something was off with her but brushed it off as he didn't want to upset her. Mika wasn’t just upset. She was confused, sad, and most anxious. Bose was going to work with her academic rival for an entire summer in the city of love. Yeah, no biggie.

“I’m so happy you guys are so cool with this, especially since I leave tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow!” The group screams.

Bose jumps back in his seat, not expecting such a big reaction.

“Well yeah. We’ve already gone through the first day of summer, so if I want to have a good head start, I need to leave for Paris tomorrow. I’m sorry, I didn’t know I would leave so soon either.” Bose explained.

The silence drew over the group. How could you be happy for your best friend but sad for yourself? Since they were 12 years old, this quartet is all they've known, and they wanted to keep it that way. But the other three knew that this would be good for Bose, even if it sucked for them. Chapa wasn't one to openly feel for people, but Bose was like a little brother to her. He drives her insane sometimes, but she would kill for him. She knew Bose could protect himself, but he was too nice to even hurt the meanest of people, besides villains, of course. So she always did it for him, not realizing how self-dependent Bose became because of it. Miles didn't like the thought of losing their best friend for a summer, but they knew they couldn't interfere with their friend’s path. If his path went to Paris, unfortunately, they couldn't stop him. Mika felt defeated. She’s losing her honey for an entire summer; even worse, he’ll be closer to Becky Butler. What if that vicious snake of a girl poisons her sweet Bosey with her malicious ways? Mika couldn't allow that to happen.

“Well, I'll gladly teleport you there.” Miles voiced.

“And we'll be there to send you off.” Chapa added.

“Yeah, we wouldn't let you go without saying goodbye.” Mika says while placing a hand on his arm.

Bose smiled as his friends were being really cool about this. It almost made him think that they were happy to see him go…but they still wanted him around, right? Bose was just overthinking; his friends were not his parents. They actually like having him around, unlike his parents, who don't even care if he moves to Paris for the rest of his life.

“Thanks, guys, you're the best. I'm going to go since I have to start packing, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Bose said while leaving down the tube.

Once Bose was out of sight, Mika slouched into the Man Couch.

“What’s up with you?” Miles asked.

“Isn't it obvious? Mika’s loverboy is leaving her for some chick in Paris!” Chapa pointed out.

“Chapa, how many times do I have to tell you that I am not in love with Bose!”

“Yeah, okay.” Chapa said while getting up from the couch to grab a snack.

“Chapa!” Miles warned.

Chapa raised her hands in defense while leaving the room.

“I'm just looking out for Bose; I know Becky, and she's bad news!” Mika warns.

“You know 14-year-old Becky, the one that moved away and you haven't seen since freshman year. We're going to be juniors now; maybe she’s different.” Miles argued.

“Once a snake, always a snake.” Chapa says, walking in while munching on Choco Crocos.

“Whose side are you on?” Miles asked.

“Nobodies, that's the fun of it.” Chapa joked.

The twins roll their eyes at Chapa’s teasing manner. Chapa was the best at stirring the pot; she couldn't care enough to actually pick sides. Plus, someone always ends up hurt when you choose a side, so she never did. Plus, she thrives on making things harder for people.

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Bose packs in his room, and hears a knock on his door. It opens to Celia coming into his room.

“Oh hey, mom.”

“Bosey, what are you doing?”

“Packing?” The boy questioned as if it wasn't obvious.

“Yes, I see that. But why?” Celia questioned.

“I'm going to Paris, remember? I told you two weeks ago!”

“You did?”

“Mama, I literally told you about how Becky was helping me find a job, and of course, you weren't listening.” The boy complained.

“I was listening!” Celia argued.

“Oh really, where am I working?”

The mother was stumped. She was listening, but Genuine Moments was on, so she might have blocked Bose out just a little bit.

“Umm, a surgeon?”

“Really? A surgeon? At 16? I'm pretty sure that's illegal, mama.” The son stated.

“You got a driving license at 12, so anything is possible!” The mother debated.

Bose rolled his eyes in annoyance, an emotion he’s portrayed more as he got older and more aware of how irritating some people could be…including his mother. He loves her, but she could be a little dim sometimes, and that’s coming from Bose, of all people.

“Look Mom, I’m going to Paris to work at Hip Hop Paris with Becky for the summer, and I leave tomorrow. Whether you care or not.”

“I care, Bosey, I do.”

The boy scoffed as he went to his dresser to get more clothes. The mother knew she wasn’t the best parental figure, but she did love and care for her son. She just needed to show him that.

“Bose, sweetheart, I’m sorry for not listening to you, but trust me, I’m trying my hardest to be better. Because I love and care for you, you deserve to go to Paris and begin your journey of becoming an independent young adult.”

Bose smiled at his mother’s efforts. He knew she was trying her best, and he wasn’t always the perfect son either. The boy walks up to Celia, engulfing her in a hug. The mother hugged back. Her baby boy was growing up on her.

“You’re gonna do great, Bobo; I just know it. I’m gonna miss you, but I know you can handle yourself. Try not to get into too much trouble; I know your job is to save lives but think of this summer job as a vacation, ok?”

“I will, thanks Mom.”

And there’s her sweet Bosey. The duo breaks apart from their hug.

“You’re welcome. I have got to go with Vicey on some business trips, so I won’t be here to send you off. But I love you so much, Bobo, and be safe.”

“Of course, love you too.”

The mother places an arm on his head, caressing it before smiling and making her exit. Bose keeps packing his bags with a happy heart, knowing his friends and family are supporting him.

The next day came rather quickly as the kids already stood outside Swellview Airport to send Bose off. It was bittersweet, they didn’t want to see him go, but it was time for the baby bird to leave the nest.

“Thanks for coming guys.” Bose thanked.

“Of course.” Chapa said.

“We wouldn’t miss it.” Miles voiced.

Mika was relatively quiet for obvious reasons. She still wasn’t grasping the fact that Bose was actually leaving for Paris. She was more focused on figuring out a loophole that could keep him here, but she kept drawing blanks. She watched as he briefly talked with Chapa and Miles, hugging them separately before moving on to her. He stood before her, smiling gently, but his eyes spoke volumes. He was going to miss Mika the most, to no one’s surprise. Everyone knew how bad the duo suffered when being separated. During the Thousand Pranks War, Bose couldn’t help himself and snuck out to Mika even though their cities warred against each other. Mika being from the rival town and pranking Bose herself, should have been enough to push Bose away, but it didn’t. He stayed by her side. It was even worse when their moms kicked them out of Danger Force. He only saw Mika in school, which wasn’t much since their schedules differ and they both have extracurriculars. But even then, he sat with her every lunch, walked with Mika to her locker or class if he could, and even got to school extra early to spend time with her. He always made time for Mika. And Mika never shoos him away. So being countries apart might be challenging, but I doubt Bose O’Brien would let that get in his way of making time for Mika Macklin and staying by her side…whatever way he can.

“Hey.” Bose said.

“Hi.” Mika voiced.

They both had so much to say, too much, actually. Mika teared up, with Bose looking back with teary eyes as well. Mika wraps her arms around Bose’s torso, her head against his chest, and Bose’s arms around her shoulders. They would have had more time to depart if Miles could teleport them there, but of course, Becky got Bose a first-class flight there and will be waiting for him at the airport. Bose swayed them slowly, neither having the courage to let go. Their friends watching them felt for them, knowing how important they were to each other. Chapa looks at her still outdated phone, checking the time.

“Bose, you have to go now if you still want to catch your flight.” Chapa announced.

Bose went to let go, but Mika squeezed harder.

“Don’t let go, not yet.” Mika whispered.

“I wish I could hug you forever, but Chapa’s right. I got to go.”

The duo gradually loosened their embrace, Bose taking hold of Mika’s hand with his own.

“I’ll call you as soon as I get situated in Paris.”

Mika smiled, squeezing Bose’s hand right before he let go.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys.”

Bose grabbed his suitcases, giving one last look to his friends, Mika’s lasting the longest. Then he turns around, strolling towards the airport and farther away from his home. Chapa walked over to Mika, putting an arm over her shoulder. She knew her friend needed some comfort right now.

[tactlesstuesdays]

sad bomika hours </3

[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]

i would kill for a villian! bose and mika au pls why hasn't anyone done that??

[boseobrien]

I love this whole enemies to lovers Bomika agenda we got going on.

enemies to lovers bomika??? yes. 

i miss them so much is not even funny anymore 

[fangforthememories]

Yall ever begin writing a fanfic then have writers block for so long you eventually thought "screw it" and deleted the fic?

Cause i did that with a DF fic

It was going to be about an au where Mika Chapa Miles and Bose are in acting class (the story begins on their first day) being taught by Ray who is this disgraced actor who has to teach the classes due to him needing to do community service

So anyway Mika and Bose both claim to be the best out of the entire group at acting and eventually Ray hosts a competion to see who can hit 10k first on their public twitter (i was thinking of upping it to 100k if i wanted it to be long) and whoever gets it first gets some prize

So the series would be about them auditioning

And getting getting roles and eventually being celebs

[dollmelaniee]

i might be working on something…..

[boseobrien]

ALL TOO WELL IS SO BOSE AND KATE WTF- GOSH I COULD DISSECT THIS WHOLE SONG AND RELATE IT TO THEM, (I will be doing that now)

[bomikalover]

unfinished fanfic

Hey y'all, here's an unfished fanfic that I'm not sure I want to finish...

there are 4 "chapters" and I don't know if I wanna keep going so here's the 1st chapter. tell me if you like it and I will think of continuing it or just posting what's left on Tumblr, so here you go.

1 year ago…

The semi-wet leaves rustled and squelched under their heavy boots as they trudged through the streets. The cold rain poured down relentlessly, drenching their superhero suits and filling their boots with icy water. The telekinetic seemed indifferent to the discomfort, while the high-strung leader's temper was heightened by the miserable weather, adding to her already simmering frustration.

The air was heavy with the pungent scent of wet earth and foliage as they walked in tense silence, the only sound being the drumming of rain on the leaves above. They had chosen to extend their patrol at the Man's Nest, hoping to intercept any late-night criminals, especially the usual night break-ins. But tonight was different, electric with an eerie anticipation that set their nerves on edge.

Tonight...everything would change.

Their target had slipped through their fingers, leaving them grappling with a potent mix of disappointment, anger, and blame. Each hero harbored a sense of culpability, convinced that the other was at fault for the disastrous outcome.

Shoutout had been pushing her team hard, intensifying their training more than ever. It had been two years since Ray left Swellview, and she had taken on the responsibility. She felt a deep sense of duty to protect the entire city and was determined not to let them down. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

It all started with a seemingly minor incident—a petty criminal breaking into a convenience store. Shoutout attempted to use her powers to stop him, but to her dismay, she found that her screams barely had any effect, leaving her throat in agony. Meanwhile, Brainstorm tried to confront the intruder with his mind powers, but he was overwhelmed by excruciating pain, forcing him to retreat. By the time Shoutout rushed into the store, the perpetrator had already slipped away through the back exit.

Frustrated and disheartened, Shoutout silently exited the store, passing by Brainstorm, who joined her side. He wasn't angry but rather disappointed. He had warned Shoutout that the immense pressure she put on the team would take its toll. Buddy had not returned from Drex’s since the first training session, Miles prioritized his own needs after training during the day, and Chapa had completely stopped showing up, maintaining contact only with the boys. This left Brainstorm as Shoutout’s only full-time team member, besides herself.

Bose was now Mika’s boyfriend and had been there for her since they started dating after Ray's departure, believing he should be the person she could rely on. He was constantly by her side, providing support day and night, but the strain was taking its toll on him.

Finally returning to the Man’s Nest, Bose wearily removed his soaked boots, peeled off his grimy mask, and ran his hands through his wet, tangled hair. Meanwhile, Mika, seated in her wheeled chair, was focused on her screen, engrossed in her work.

“Meeks, what’re you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re sitting in wet clothes when we should be changing and going home to sleep-”

“Sleep?”

Mika breaks her gaze from the screen, standing, and meeting Bose at the other side of the couch.

“SLEEP?”

Mika holds her throat in pain but doesn’t lose her fury. Bose sits up holding his head, “Can you not yell, please? My head is killing me!”

“How can you lounge around knowing a criminal is on the loose?” Mika says with a hoarse voice.

“Mika…it was a convenience store, not a bank. That dude probably only stole some frittles and a brightly colored soda.”

“That’s not the point! The person stole and they got away. We were supposed to be there to stop them. Next thing you know, the thief will start robbing banks. We swore to protect Swellview-”

“I didn’t swear anything. I was a kid with bad parents who ended up being a hostage and was forced to be a sidekick with stupid powers that I still can’t fully understand!”

Mika groans, “Bose that doesn’t matter anymore! You are a hero whether you like it or not…and you need to start acting like it. We just need to train a little more and we’ll be able to protect more than just Swellview!”

Bose takes his turn standing up, “It’s always about Swellview! We’ve been taking damage from all this training and one day our bodies won’t be able to take it anymore! I’m having killer migraines 15-20 times a day and you’re one scream away from wrecking you’re vocal cords.”

“It’s worth it when it means we’re protecting our city!”

“Will it mean anything if none of us are happy? When you can’t speak or sing. When I can’t draw or take pictures because I’m too dumb to even comprehend my love of arts. When our friends don’t want to be around us anymore. When your own brother is avoiding us! If this is being a hero...then maybe I was never meant to be one.”

Bose stands grabbing his boots but leaving his mask on the table. 

“You don’t mean that.”

“I wish I didn’t.”

“Swellview needs us!”

“And I needed you!”

Mika widened her eyes a bit, taking in his words. Bose sniffles, a mix of emotions whirling inside him.

“I was on the ground in pain being drenched in the cold rain and you chose to run after the intruder. You choose Swellview over me…over us.”

“That’s not true.”

“But it is. I’m only important to you as a team member but never as your boyfriend. I’ve always put you and your needs first but it has never been the same for you. You put your pride over everything and block out the only people who care for you. And I’m done being treated like the sidekick I was 6 years ago, hating the hero I am now, and wishing for the relationship we could have.”

Bose walks over to the tube, Mika toeing along.

“Bose, where are you going?”

“Funny, I thought you wouldn’t care.”

“I'm serious.”

“And so am I. I’m done with all this…I quit.”

“Quit being in danger force or quit on us?”

“Yes.”

Mika's eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she clamped down on her emotions, refusing to let them spill. With a determined expression, she stepped back, silently granting Bose permission to leave. Although his heart ached, Bose managed to compose himself long enough to utter one final, poignant remark. "I don’t know who you are anymore…I miss the girl I fell in love with." As he spoke, Bose hit his belt buckle, uttered the fateful phrase, and vanished in the blink of an eye. Only when she was certain he was truly gone did Mika allow her tears to flow freely. Slowly, she made her way to the spot where he had last been, cradling his mask in her trembling hands. Drawing it close to her chest, she sobbed bitterly into the night, utterly alone.

Present day…

Following that fateful day, Danger Force experienced a rift, dividing its members into two factions: heroes and non-heroes. Mika, fueled by her pain, channeled her emotions to become a formidable protector of Swellview. The Man's Nest transformed into her domain, the Macklin Matriarchy, with her reigning as the sole authority. Miles, following Bose's departure a month or two later, chose to embrace a civilian life, residing in Neighborville with Buddy. It had been nearly a year since he last teleported, although sporadic visions continued to manifest. Unlike his earlier experiences, these visions now portrayed events years ahead, albeit in a hazy and disjointed manner. Fortunately, the glimpses did not forewarn any impending disasters, allowing Miles to largely disregard them. Bose and Chapa were standing on the opposite side of the Macklins. The night he resigned, Bose went to Chapa's apartment, where he occasionally stayed. To his surprise, he found her packing up and arranging boxes. Chapa explained that she had been contacted by Henry, who had heard about Ray's disappearance and offered her a position on his team. This team, consisting of Henry, Charlotte, and Jasper, focused on preventing criminals from carrying out their plans. Rather than rescuing people after the fact, their goal was to stop the villains before they could act. They operated outside the conventional system, doing as they pleased, when they pleased, and if they pleased. This meant that not everyone could be saved, some crimes went unnoticed, and some battles were lost. As soon as Chapa heard about this, she began packing without hesitation and brought Bose along with her. She knew he had nowhere else to go. The boy had been jumping between his friend’s three different apartments after his parents kicked him out, leaving him with no money. They needed the space for some foster kids they were trying to care for. Chapa also sensed that Bose was not on good terms with the Macklins, especially when he came in with tears despite last being with Mika. 

Bose and Chapa, the newest prime members of Team Danger, were fully immersed in the daily life of the team, abiding by their own set of rules. The team found themselves unwinding in the comfort of Henry and Charlotte's home, which also served as their headquarters. They spent their time playing video games and engaging in lively conversations about a wide variety of topics.

"Dude, I'm telling you, our team costumes should definitely have capes," Jasper excitedly suggested, the glint of mischief evident in his eyes.

Charlotte breezed by, her flowy dress swishing softly as she settled next to Henry on the plush loveseat. "No capes, Jasp, and we don’t even have team costumes" she replied firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Jasper couldn't help but let out an exaggerated groan, exasperation evident on his face as he slumped back on the couch. Henry chuckled, casually draping his arm around Charlotte, who flashed a playful smirk in Jasper's direction. Meanwhile, Chapa burst into a sharp, short laugh, her excitement evident as she hung upside down on the couch. She was immersed in a heated video game battle against Bose, who was focused and determined to win. Sensing Jasper's disappointment, Bose flashed a reassuring smile and said, "Don't worry, buddy, we'll sway them to our side one day."

“Thanks, bro,” Jasper muttered, offering a half-smile to Bose.

Acknowledging his gratitude, Bose nodded and stuck his tongue out in concentration, refusing to be distracted as he tried to defeat Chapa.

“I’m upside down and I’m still kicking your butt,” Chapa teased, her competitive spirit shining through.

“Am not!” Bose retorted, his eyes glued to the screen.

As Bose spoke passionately, the tension in the room mounted. Suddenly, his side of the screen erupted with a vivid, pulsating red glow, and the word "defeat" blazed across the display in bold, all-white capital letters. Chapa's elated scream echoed through the room as she abruptly sat up, dropping her controller and reveling in her hard-earned win over Bose. In response, Bose, conceding defeat, gently placed his controller down and assumed a defeated posture mirroring Jasper's. Meanwhile, Henry and Charlotte watched Chapa with delight, their laughter and grins growing wider as she broke into a triumphant dance, her joy flooding the entire living room.

Chapa chanted triumphantly, "I won, Bose didn’t! I won, Bose didn’t!" 

Bose rolled his eyes, replying, "It's good to see you're such a gracious winner."

Chapa laughed as she playfully nudged Bose, saying, "Well, at least I don't sulk like a sore loser."

Before Bose could respond, Chapa's outdated phone started ringing. She quickly grabbed it and her expression changed as she listened intently, whispering, "Slow down, what's going on?"

The room fell silent as everyone's attention turned to Chapa. She nodded slowly, leaving the others watching with keen interest.

"Okay, but what—how— I know—okay, fine! We'll be there!" The others started to worry, hounding the redhead with questions. "What is going on?" "Who is it?" "Is everything okay?" "Will you just talk to us?" Chapa put a finger up, silencing her friends. She nodded a couple more times before saying goodbye and hanging up.

“That was Buddy…Miles is in the hospital.”

OK COMMENT WHAT YOU THINK BYEEEEEE

[tactlesstuesdays]

so my school puts on a performance every year and this year is no different, but im too socially anxious for that

SO INSTEAD im going to write a chiles high-school au where they perform a play, it is hopefully going to be my longest oneshot yet

[piperslovebot]

My DF endgames

Bose/Mika (my main one)

Chapa/Ruby (watching the crossover rn)

Miles/Buddy (fanfic and TikTok won me over)

Ray/Credenza (literally perfect together idc)

Bose/Mika/Chapa (Mika has two hands <3)

[onlybomika]

girls will literally read bomika fanfics first thing in the morning and before they go to bed like damn babe did u even try to be happy today💁‍♀️

[boseobrien]

Your Shirt - for starters it's based off one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite song to fanfic writers. I'm also a heavy believer in Bomika being a couple that could break up but would still very much still be together, yk?? It also gave me sm butterflies.

Vigilant Shit - I would KILL for a part 2, a whole book in fact. Once again enemies to lovers Bomika has me in a chokehold, the tension and chemistry was amazing!!

You and Me, That's My Whole World- It was the first taylor swift FF of Bomika I've read and it had me smiling and kicking my feet for days. Also adored the slight Enemy to Lover on Bose's end.

There's Glitter On The Floor After The Party - this one could be #3 as well, I wish it was longer !! The marriage proposal like yes please !! They were so in love that it was stupid.

Only Bought This Dreas So You Could Take It Off- Bose was so adorable with his obvious crush on Mika, it was giving so much puppy love !! Good mix of Sweet and Spicy <3

I'd Marry You With Paper Rings - The love confession, the tension was coming off the screen 😩

Should We Just Keep Driving - I love how Mika was his comfort person and she was there to keep him from falling off the edge, I wish for more fanfictions like this that would go into dept with it.#dontdodrugskids

Lately You've Been On My Mind- Fed my obsession for knowing what Bomika could have possibly been doing on that boat for 2 damn weeks (this is canon)/hj

Give Me Something To Dream About- I think it's quite canon that Bose thinks about her all the time lol, he's such a simp fr.

Coffee and Flowers - Such a cute AU, their really in love in any universe.

The Force Is Back - This was a good hold off for that 8 second clip we got for the teaser lmafo, but yeah, this is one of the things I imagined might happen when s3 airs.

Chrismas Date- Can never go wrong with the fake dating trop with Bomika

The Only Way - Danger Force Angst so yk I liked it.

Down The Rabbit Hole- The concept was unique.

super random but, I'd looveee if you guys ranked my fics!!

cause that way, I'll know what kind of fic y'all like better!

[spicywriter202]

You won't remember

Volt goes after (Y/n), Ray's daughter and her (ex?) girlfriend, not knowing the real reason why she ran away.

(Y/n) ran up the upstairs from her apartment. Not ready to face the one person she couldn't face. Her 'friends'? Not a problem. Her bastard of a dad? Would love to beat him black and blue. But her? Never.

"(Y/n)! You can't run anymore!" She yelled. Her red suit tightly hanging onto her figure.

"Just leave me alone, Volt."

"No can do. Your dad aka my boss says your to come home to Swellview."

"He isn't my dad!" You yelled, your powers getting out of hand. You didn't even notice until Volt got into a stance, with her electricity getting ready to attack.

You flinched at the sight of your own powers. They honestly terrified you. And you never told your dad about them due to your childhood with him. You only told your uncle showoz and you begged him to make some power suppressants.

You put your hands down and started to speed walk towards your bathroom. Volt following you. "We need to talk about this!" you quickly opened the door and slammed it shut.

"there is nothing to talk about!"

"you have powers! Why didn't you tell me?!". Volt said, starting to bang on the bathroom door. "At least tell me why you left me!"

"I didn't leave you!" You yelled, putting on the bracelets that showoz made you. Keeping your powers in. However your eyes were telling a different story then your tone. They were full of tears ready to spill.

Volt on the other hand already had years flowing down her face. "You said you wouldn't leave me, but you did! Why would you come back?!"

"Because of him!"

"who?!"

"Captain Man! My dad! You have no idea what it's like growing up with the man! He ruined me, lula."

You heard some chewing and a pop go off. You assumed she transformed back into her normal attire. "please, come out. I swear, I don't have anything on me. I want to talk, not to some girl I'm trying to bring home as Volt. I wanna talk with my girlfriend as her hot-head."

You stood up. Your girlfriend was so sappy when it came to times like this. It made you even more saddened because of what you have to do.

You opened the door but only opened it so you could slip your hands through. Your and Chapa's hand holding each other.

"Why won't you come home?"

You didn't answer. Breathing in and out. You gave in, you know what you would have to do. You opened the door so she could see you. You didn't do anything but what would break your heart.

You pulled chapa into a kiss.

'I have to do this, for my freedom."

You undid the bracelet and slowly brought your hands close enough to her temple.

Your hands glowed a dark purple. Grabbing her head, she pulled by and groaning in pain.

You had tears streaming down your face. "I'm sorry."

"(Y/n) please."

"You won't remember our times. I was nothing but a friend to you. All our dates and romantic wasn't there. You won't remember (Y/n) Manchester as your lover."

Chapa passed out when you let her head go. You moved and laid her down in your bedroom.

You grabbed your bags and left the apartment knowing that the rest of Danger Force will be here soon.

You gave Chapa one last glance before leaving on the next bus out of Swellview.

Disappearing from Danger Force's radar until you set foot in Swellview again.

However you would never know what your powers didn't work.