#mischa bachinski x reader

[teacupwrites]

Quietest Girl In Town Epilogue

Pain. That was all you felt. Where were you? What was happening? Why couldn’t you see?

You tried to move, only to feel a deeper ache in your arms and back. A shaky breath slipped from your lips, and you gripped the tight sheets of where you lay. Wait, you were laying down in a bed.

There was a thin, slightly uncomfortable blanket covering your figure as you eased into the rickety mattress. So you had been asleep, was all of that just a dream? If that was the case, then why couldn’t you open your eyes?

Suddenly, your ears rang, to the point where it began to hurt. You winced in agony, but couldn’t move too much without causing your muscles to spasm out in pain.

Then, as the sound eased, you heard gentle, quiet footsteps. It felt as though the person who was coming towards you was trying to be quiet, as to not harm your fragile ears.

You hated that you couldn’t move, only observe. You were weak, and you despised it. 

“Y/n?...” a voice called, but it sounded so… far away. It sounded like it was from a completely different realm.

But it was familiar, and you wanted to find it. You reached out through the dark abyss, working through the tangles of agony and pain to try and find the voice. Then, as you did, you reached through.

You slowly peeked your eyes open, bright white lights blinding you and making you hiss and recoil in pain. It took you a moment, but you managed to slowly open your eyes.

Sitting above you was a girl, eyes bright green and hair dark and braided into pigtails. Her skin was a warm olive, her smile only making her appearance all the more friendly and welcoming.

Wait… you knew who she was.

“Penny?” you croaked, your throat screeching in pain as you tried to speak.

But despite it, you tried to talk again. But as you did, Penny leaned down and gently hushed you, running her hand along your forehead. From what you could tell, your head was wrapped, by bandages, most likely.

“You took quite the fall,” she replied, kneeling down beside your bed. “We all did, but you had it the worst.”

You had it the worst? So the accident did happen, the roller coaster really did crash. Had everyone lived? All your friends? Constance, Ricky, Noel, Ocean?...

You reached out, gently grabbed Penny’s hand, looking up at her with a pleading gaze.

“Mischa…” you whispered, voice hoarse. “Where’s Mischa?”

Penny almost laughed, gently planting a kiss upon your cheek, comforting you with a smile.

“Mischa is fine, but gods he was fretting about you forever,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “God he sat by you for hours.”

You pursed your lips in delight, reaching out to beckon out to Penny. She took your gesture, helping you sit upright. As you looked down, you looked down at your figure. 

Most of your body was covered in bandages, a simple hospital gown adorned your figure, the cloth thin and leaving you slightly cold. You were horribly thinner than you last recalled, then again, you must’ve lost a lot of weight.

With a little bit of struggle, you were aided to your feet, only to nearly topple over onto Penny. Looking down again, you tried to observe what was wrong. It was your leg.

Your leg was broken, wrapped tightly in a cast. Geez, the accident must’ve totaled you much more than you had previously assumed.

You were snapped from your thoughts as your friend aided you, handing you a pair of crutches. Admittedly, you fumbled around a bit the first couple times you tried to use them, but with practice, you mastered using the crutches.

Penny then led you out of your hospital room, causing you to once again be blinded by the lights. She guided you along the hallways, taking you over to where you could get a change of clothes.

She helped dress you in a pastel yellow sweater, some sweatpants and comfy shoes. As she did so, she told you all of what you missed.

It had been six months since the accident, and almost everyone had healed from their wounds, and had been doing well. 

Though Penny displayed no memories of the strange after death you had experienced, you wondered if the others did. You wondered if Mischa remembered, specifically.

Days went by like years, as you were confined to the hospital till you could get up and move around without the aid of Penny. It took forever, but you slowly able to hobble around with your crutches.

Boy were you excited to see everyone, as Penny had informed you that they were unaware that you healed much faster than expected.

The first person you visited was Ricky, showing up at his house. You were unexpectedly greeted by his mother, who was delighted to see you okay, showering you in love before even letting you see Ricky.

He was equally excited, shaking hands signing to tell you that he did indeed remember the after death with Karnak, where he could talk and walk. But he was at peace now, and happy to know you were okay.

You had visited Noel next, where you were also nearly squeezed to death by his mother. Noel had apparently been taking French lessons, and was exceeding in the complex language. He had also joined the theater club, and was getting along well with the teacher.

Safe to say that he was taking advantage of his second chance at life, and he was enjoying it. He even had a date with a cute new boy in town. The two of you exchanged stories, before moving on to Ocean and Constance.

Ocean still wasn’t the biggest fan of her parents, and was hanging out with Connie at her parent’s bakery. The two had apparently bonded really well together, and were now actually best friends.

When you wobbled into the bakery, the two basically screamed and came forward to hug you. The two were practically in tears as they nearly squeezed you to death. The amount of joy that erupted from the two was overwhelming to say the least.

But the reunion was nice, and you were given plenty of baked goods before you moved on. 

When Penny had driven you up to Mischa’s home, she rambled on and on about how much he had been worrying about you. He had apparently spoken fondly of you, and visited you a bunch during your coma.

When you came up to his adoptive parent’s house, Penny for some reason insisted that she stay behind in the car, only helping you out. From there, you were on your own, hobbling up to the door and clicking the doorbell with a single press of your finger.

His adoptive mother had come to the door, seeming tipsy and wafting the smoke of her cigarette into your face, but let you in nonetheless. Surprisingly enough, you had to limp down the stairs into the basement of their home, only to find Mischa in a deep slumber on his rather messy bed.

You couldn’t help but smile in amusement, coming over on your crutches, and pausing at his bedside. He slept soundly, rustling every now and then as he clutched his stained pillow closely.

You simply stood there, waiting patiently until he awoke. And when he did, the poor Ukrainian nearly had a heart attack when he saw a girl standing over his bed. But once he got over his little spook, he greeted you with warm arms.

For the first time ever, you saw him cry. Hot tears spilled from his eyes and onto the fabric of your sweater, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso as he held onto you as if you might just disappear.

Mischa then went on to ramble about how he had woken up in the hospital and was so scared that everyone else had died from the accident, that Karnak’s game was all just some kind of nightmare had been forced to live through.

It took you quite some time to relieve and reassure Mischa that you had also in fact remembered the game, and the strong bond that had grown between the two of you during that time.

He spat out his feelings to you much quicker than you imagined, his fears, his hopes, his dreads, all of it. It took him a while, but he got over his little sobbing fit after a moment. But you listened, nodding along.

Silently, the two of you made up with a hug, but as he retracted, it left you yearning for more. No words had to be spoken for the both of you to know you loved each other, but you both stood teetering on eggshells waiting for the other to make a move, or say something.

With the slight help of your crutches, you wobbled forward, before gently shifting yourself upwards towards Mischa. You then paused, hesitance clouding your face before you finally leaned over and gently pecked his lips.

After relishing the moment, you leaned back down, giving the Ukrainian a lopsided smile as your cheeks flushed a warm color.

“I love you,” you stated, blinking up at the flabbergasted Mischa with a look of adoration.

Silently, he circled around to your backside, gently draping his arms over your torso and resting his chin on your head. He gently inhaled, taking in the fresh scent of cookies and fire you had carried.

“я тебе теж люблю.”

I honestly hate this but I just wanted to get it finished

Wrote by yours truly, Blood x

[bloodofvoid]

The Quietest Girl in Town (Mischa Bachinski x reader chapter 9)

Little Lamb

(Back to your POV btw)

You panted heavily, feeling as if you had run a mile. But you were so happy, like Constance had just swept everyone’s sorrows away, creating the warehouse into a happy space for everyone.

It made you wanna sing with her. 

The room slowly lit up again, and you got back up from the ground. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as Constance got down from the crate, brushing a few stray pieces of confetti from her wild hair.

She usually had it tied up, so seeing it loose was a whole new experience for you. However, it made you even more happier to see her coming out of her shell. The amount of guilt that etched into your heart as she told everyone her story was overwhelming, to the point where it hurt.

You wanted to make it up to her. 

Constance looked at you, a bright smile adorning her face. You rushed over to the sweet girl to embrace her in a hug, squeezing her tightly until she made a protest. No words needed to be shared, it was like you were all one being.

After a long moment, you let go of Constance, wiping a few stray tears from the corners of her eyes. You gave her a wholehearted smile, offering a light kiss on the cheek.

It felt like you were alive again….and god was it euphoric. It felt like your bones were mended, and you were back in the Fall Fair with the rest of the choir, winning prizes and eating junk food.

If only. 

“It appears you’ve met the end of your time here in the warehouse,” Karnak suddenly spoke up, knocking you out of your thoughts. 

You sorrowfully looked up at Karnak, holding a hand to your chest. You tried not to be mad, reminding yourself time and time again that it wasn’t Karnak’s fault that you guys were dead.

“I have decided that the person with the most points will decide who wins,” he continued, and his eerie yellow gaze slowly turned to the ginger standing in the corner.

She looked beyond guilt, shifting in her mary janes, making the floor creak in protest. Her eyes popped wide open, offended that Karnak had backed out of his deal. 

“But-but you said that it was a unanimous vote!” she exclaimed, fists clenched and shaking as she looked up at the robot. “And I demand that it goes back to that.”

Karnak didn’t object, so Ocean took that as a yes. She turned back, and winced at the group before her.

Noel stood by Constance, hugging the scared, depressed and nervous at Ocean’s gaze. Ricky seemed at peace, clasping his hands before him as he stood beside Jane, who’s black eyes were wide with wonder.

Meanwhile, you felt your eyes tearing up, despair filling your heart. This was it, wasn’t it? Was your life coming to an end? At only sixteen. There was still so much to live for! All of them had so much to live for.

After a moment, you let the tears spill. They slowly streamed down your paled cheeks, dripping onto the floor quietly. But you refused to let out any noises, only a quiet sniffle every now and then.

After a moment, you saw a shadow cast over your figure. A hand came up, gently wiping away the tears. Looking up, you saw Mischa looking down at you with a pained smile, his own eyes also watery.

Though everyone was in despair, they knew they couldn’t be the one to be picked. You weren’t sure if you could live with the guilt of living again without the choir at your side. 

“It shouldn’t be me,” Ocean began, looking down. “Who do I vote for?”

It was like she was asking herself, conflicted at who should be picked to live again. But before she could speak up, the curtains to everyone’s right began to slowly draw open, revealing an inky void sparkling with stars.

Ocean paused, taking a hesitant step towards it, before stopping. She turned to Karnak, brow furrowed in confusion. But she also seemed scared to ask what she was looking at.

“What’s that?” she whispered, voice barely audible despite the silence.

“The way out,” he told her, voice also quiet. “Just walk through, and don’t look back.”

Ocean looked at the dark abyss of sparkles and faint voices. You half expected her to just run through, but she stayed perfectly still. You had to admit, the dark opening was quite mesmerizing. 

You took a wary step forward, nearly stumbling. If you listened carefully, you could hear police sirens, and the crying of people as they came round. The faint smell of food filled your nostrils, and you resisted the urge to walk through. It was like you were right there.

“I don’t mean to rush you,” Karnak piped up, sounding irritated. “But time is pressing-”

“Look, if you could just kindly step off for three seconds?” Ocean snapped, taking you by surprise.

The ginger took in a deep breath, before sighing it out. She opened her eyes, looking over at each and every member of the choir. You, Noel, Mischa, Constance, Ricky…and Jane.

Her gaze paused on the last member, her doll-like figure tilted in curiosity. Her soulless eyes bore into Ocean’s, though they held no threat, just an innocent child wanting to know something.

“You knew I couldn’t do it,” Ocean whispered, turning back to Karnak with an astonished look. 

For once, Karnak looked confused. He paused for a long moment, gears shifting and whirring as he tilted his head to one side. “What?”

Ocean looked back at Jane, then back over to the robot.

“Choose myself,” she murmured, taking in a shaky breath. “It shouldn’t be me. We died young, by total accident. The experiences we had, I would gladly take my seventeen years over nothing.”

She looked over at Constance, who looked at Jane with anod.

“Who do I vote for?” she asked quietly, looking down. “The girl who can’t remember any of it. Her…” 

Ocean glanced over at the ghoulish girl. 

“We had a life, she didn’t. That’s my vote. Motioned carried.”

She stood before Karnak, a pained, yet bittersweet smile adorning her lips as she weakly thrust a fist into the air.”

“Democracy rocks.”

Constance was the first to step up, standing beside Ocean with a determined look on her face. Ricky was quick to follow, standing on Ocean’s other side. Next was Noel, stopping beside Ricky. 

You looked up at Mischa, who seemed at a loss for words. You were about to step up as well, but you weren’t about to leave him behind. Though it didn’t appear that way, you knew very well that he wanted the best for Jane, he just needed a little help.

So, you strode back over to him, interlacing your fingers with his and making your way to the rest of the choir. You all gazed up at Karnak, conflicted with emotions you couldn’t understand.

“As you wish,” Karnak boomed, the portal chiming.

Jane, who was standing behind everyone, seemed lost. Her brow was furrowed in confusion, utterly shell shocked that the choir voted for her. The black sheep, the odd one out. The one member even they couldn’t remember.

But, after thinking for a moment, she turned towards the dark void. The Doe seemed to be at peace, stepping into the dark abyss with her eyes closed. For a moment, you looked back.

She still wore the bracelet you gave her, however, it seemingly changed as she went closer to the portal. It became a full bracelet, with the charm of a little sheep hanging off of it.

Suddenly, the cogs in your brain turned, and you stepped away from the line. Jane’s hair shifted before your very eyes, blonde coils expanding out into dark brown braids. Pale white skin became a warm olive, with freckles along her cheeks.

When she turned around, she had glinting green eyes that bore into your e/c ones. It felt like your breath had been stolen from your lungs, leaving you frozen from where you stood.

The girl hesitated, before giving you a gentle, calm smile. She didn’t move, though. Her feet stayed planted right before the swirling void that sparkled with the stars of the living realm.

You took another step closer, feeling your eyes begin to water up. How? How could you have forgotten? You reached out with one of your hands, nearly touching her own but she was too far away.

You wanted to grab her hand, but you resisted, drawing back and simply enjoying her presence for the last time. Finally, your lungs relaxed, and you were able to let out a shaky breath.

“Penny?” you breathed, the name catching on your tongue.

Penny nodded, fiddling with the friendship bracelet that had finally been completed. Then, she turned around, and slowly walked into the dark abyss. The void wrapped around her like a snake trapping its prey. 

And just like that, Penny was gone, back in the living realm.

“Her name is Penny Lamb,” Karnak began. “Born April 7th, Aries, the lucky nature.”

The curtains closed behind Penny, and a projector cast onto them. It had taken you a moment, but soon enough you realized that the video was showing Penny’s life. From the womb to the tomb.

The video went at a dizzying speed, mesmerizing you to gaze into its screen with a blank, almost solemn expression. Before you knew it, the video had ended, and there was something new on the screen.

A countdown.

20

19

18

17

16…

The choir all knew what was happening, and they collectively gathered together as Karnak spoke up. Constance held onto Ocean, who held hand with Ricky who looked around in wonder. Noel and Mischa kept their shoulders together, whilst you stood on the Ukrainian’s other side, wilting with fear.

“And now…you’re probably wondering what happens next,” the robot began, beginning to sound strained. “That, I couldn’t possibly tell you. But I do know this for certain.

10

9

8

“After reading thousands of human fortunes…”

4

3

2

“My final insight is-”

Before Karnak could finish his sentence, there was a loud explosion of electricity that sparked throughout the warehouse. The fortune teller jerked, his cogs and wires going insane as they bursted out volts.

The entire warehouse lit up with flickering lights and sounds, causing you to jump. The entire choir did as well, all rushing towards each other in search of comfort and safety. You all held each other in a warm, and tight embrace.

Soon enough, the lights began to die out, as did Karnak.

You squeezed your eyes closed, hugging yourself tightly. Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let anything spill and stream down your cheeks.

“Be sure to Ride the Cyclone…” As Karnak spoke his last words, his voice went low as he finally died out.

You watched in horror as the robot perished, his yellow gaze dimming. He lurched forward, before going completely still. He was gone, as was the choir’s lives. All of their hopes and dreams. Gone.

You felt a single tear slip.

[3d-wifey]

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would any of you...perhaps...be interested in...perhaps...perchance

[confess-thy-sin]

Mischa with a mute s/o

Sorry if this is kind of bad Im new to writing head canons!!

Requested by: @bloodofvoid

Tw: reader does know sign language, short, none

•He will definitely try to learn sign language

•He trys his hardest and he learns fairly quick (he isn’t really the best and he regularly forgets certain words but he’s trying he swears)

•Try’s to fight people if they make fun of you or just think of you differently (He  probably won’t win but its okay)

•He forces everybody he knows to learn sign language if they don’t already

•You and him definitely talk crap about people using sign language

•He doesn’t think of you differently at all and loves to help you when necessary 

•You and him for sure write love notes to each other during class

[fbfh]

mischa as a dad has been INFECTING my brain istfg

No bc first and foremost, with the way Mischa talks to you, the way he kisses you, it's a miracle you didn't get pregnant sooner. Mischa is a boy dad. Through and through. When he holds your beautiful baby boy in his arms for the first time, he weeps. He sees your beautiful smile and his passionate eyes and his whole world changes. You know the line where he goes "when I look into your eyes, I do not see the boy I am, but the man I must become to possess you"?? That happens again, except this time he sees the man he must become to raise this little boy, his first born son, crying in his arms. You thought Mischa was dedicated before????? Now he's so much worse. Most notably about his parenting style, is that he will not let sexism, misogyny, or the patriarchy ANYWHERE NEAR your boys. He raises two or three little boys who are just as strong and brave and passionate as their dad. He raises them to kick bullies asses and play with kids who are stuck playing by themselves. God once you give birth and come home from the hospital, he doesn't stop celebrating for weeks. He knows every home remedy that helped you through your whole pregnancy, and will continue to help you postpartum. After two or three boys, you have your first girl. Believe me, it won't stop there. Mischa wants a big ass family, and there is no one on this earth he'd rather have it with than you. Once your oldest son is in school, there's one day where you get a phone call from the principals office telling you he got in a fight with a kid in his class and proposed to the girl who sits across from him very loudly and in front of the whole class. When you hang up and get your stuff to pick him up, Mischa is shaking his head with pride.

"That’s my boy..."

When you go to get him, he drags over a girl his age and presents her to you.

"Mama, Papa, this is Angeline. She's my girlfriend and we're going to get married!"

You fumble out a greeting, and instead of smiling and playing along, Mischa bends down and pats her on the back.

"Welcome to the family." You wish you could be even a little irritated, but he says it so sincerely and both your boys look so happy, you can't help but smile. After all, you did sign up for this. Besides, when you look at your boy, you really couldn't be happier.

[aubeystawby]

— 🛋️ mischa bachinski x gn!reader

request: hi :) i see that you write for ride the cyclone which has lately been a huge hyperfixation of mine! more soon mischa, our favourite ukrainian rapper! may i please request a gender neutral, romantic fic with him? the vibe would be very comforting and safe and just overall cozy! thank you in advance!!! — @sneegswagger

It's cold, very cold, a fact that you hadn't realised before leaving the house, and a fact that no one thought to mention to you. So now you're in big spacious room that feels something like a miniature warehouse, with hours yet to go until you can leave.

You used to love community concerts when you were younger, before you'd moved to Uranium.

In primary school you did choir for years, the highlight of your year always being the fancy concert halls and giggling with your friends as you watched all the other choirs do the same. Of course, it's not anywhere near the same now that you're in your final years of high school and living in a town that is the definition of a dead-end.

In Uranium, community concerts are admittedly a bit sad. You can hear the audience outside, you're pretty sure it might just be some of your friend's parents and Penny's brother out there.

In here — what is meant to be like the green rooms you're used to from your old concerts — it feels painfully empty. It's just your choirmates trying to share the random old couch in the corner, and an old married couple sitting on the other side of the room (who you think have some sort of country music act planned).

You and Mischa are curled into each other, your head resting on his chest as it slowly rises and falls, and his head resting atop yours. The two of you have been shuffling around every few minutes to try to figure out how to stay the warmest in this painfully freezing room.

For a while your head had been resting in his lap as he tried to style your hair, until Ricky had suggested a game of charades to keep you all entertained. Your boyfriend had immediately gotten involved in the game, and kept abruptly standing up every few seconds, far too concentrated on the game to notice your head hitting the armrest of the couch every time he moved.

It hadn't taken long for Penny and Mischa to get too passionate about charades, when in-between their yelling Ocean demanded everyone "stop the game at once!", carefully eyeing the married couple — who weren't even paying attention to the seven of you at all — in the fear of them getting a bad idea about St Cassian's reputation.

For a while after that Mischa's head was sat in your lap, you mindlessly playing with his hair as you spoke with Noel about planning a movie night — which he repeatedly whispered to you would not have Ocean on the guest list — while your boyfriend talked to Constance about different recipes from their respective childhoods.

But even then, as you'd calmly traced shapes on the side of Mischa's head and he had blushed softly, turning to try to hide the growing bashful smile on his face from your affections, it was still horribly cold.

You had complained about this, muttering how you could barely feel your fingers, which Penny seemed to hear. She'd carefully climbed over the back of the couch from where she'd been sitting, and shoved both you and Mischa to the side a bit, pulling you to rest your head on her shoulder and laying a tattered old blanket that she'd found underneath the couch over your shoulders and your lap.

You hadn't even realised Mischa was almost asleep until he'd groaned slightly at the sudden movement and sat up. He didn't even questioned Penny's sudden appearance — neither had you, considering you and your friends never shied away from physical contact, all of you falling asleep in a pile of cuddles and snores not being too uncommon — simply sitting up and shuffling around to accommodate the new position you all sat in.

Your head was tilted again and Penny was moved, Mischa stuffed himself between you and the armrest to your left, you're pretty sure Constance had joined all of you at some point too, leaning softly against Penny.

Which led you to here.

You can feel Mischa's warm breath fanning over your forehead as he holds you close, the blanket doing wonders as you can actually feel your fingertips tracing small patterns over Mischa's back.

You yawn softly, half sure Mischa is already asleep against you.

"This concert has been shit," You whisper into you boyfriend's chest, not expecting more than a small murmur or a light chuckle as a response.

You feel Mischa nod his head, his chin hitting your hair softly as he does.

"It's sucked."

You can't help but laugh a little, also hearing a small groan of agreement from Penny, her torso-and-up resting on your legs keeping you surprisingly warm.

"Ocean is going to kill us," Mischa mutters, referencing the fact that more than half the choir is now more than half asleep on a couch, when for all you guys could know you might need to be on stage in the next five seconds. Of course none of you really care though, this is much better than freezing your asses off and slapping yourselves every few minutes to stay awake.

"Yeah," You matter, too distracted by the warmness of sleep beckoning you to care about your friend's shrill voice and disappointment right now, "Probably."

[athielive]

Consider: Mischa x an absolute sweetheart reader who's the biggest "good kid" who snaps and goes batshit when something major happens between Mischa and his 'parents' and he comes over to reader's house for support.

thank you for this idea im really excited to write it :)

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You finished tidying your room and sprawled out across your bed as you picked up your phone and began scrolling through texts.

The choir group chat had been spammed in the few hours you were away from it, mostly just Noel and Ocean arguing over which songs to do at the next performance.

Usually you can end these arguments in a mere minute, but since you were offline Ricky had to try sort it out- you can’t say no to him.

You clicked off the group chat and saw the text Mischa sent you five minutes ago:

‘They kicked me out again I’m coming over.’

He knew he was welcome at all times, you’re family understood the problems with his home life and were happy to take care of him when his adoptive parents failed to do so.

You rushed downstairs to let them know, of course it was fine by them, then ran to the snack draw to get his favourite sweets and some chocolate milkshake. (it can help fix anything!)

The doorbell rang and you hurried over to let him in. You greeted him with a smile and he quickly went through to thank your parents for letting him come over then he followed you up to your room.

He laid down in your bed watching you pace around collecting random blankets and pillows before chucking them on the bed.

Almost immediately he grabbed his favourite one and threw it over himself, holding it up so you could join him under it. He rested his head on your chest and hugged you as if you would disappear when he lets go.

“Do you want to talk about it Misch?” You asked, playing with his hair.

You could feel him nodding as he sighed.

“They brought up my mother again. Said I was useless like her. All I did was defend her and they kicked me out.” He sounded like he was about to cry, you knew he would in a matter of minutes so you checked your tissues were still on your desk.

The one thing that really pissed you off was when they brought his mom into it. They surely knew it got to him and that’s why they did it. Fucking psychos.

“They can actually fuck off.” You said, causing Mischa to get up and look at you.

“They’re lazy dickheads who take all their problems out on an undeserving kid who they’re supposed to love and care for. And then they have the nerve to kick you out as if you did something wrong by defending the only parental figure you’ve ever had. I hate them so much.” You shouted, ranting on and on oblivious to the shocked boy beside you.

He knew you hated them but he had never seen you this mad, talking this badly about people. Part of him was proud knowing that some of this was probably due to his influence.

“I wish I could just get you away from them forever.” You said somewhat calmly.

He rested his head down on your pillow facing himself towards you. “It’s okay my love.”

“No it’s not! They never even gave you a chance. I just want someone to give you and chance and see how caring and perfect you really are. Fuck everyone.” You snapped, finally realising how much you had been holding in.

There was so much built up anger you had towards them that you had never really got out. You usually only comfort him but today you ended his ‘parents’ which in all honesty helped him more.

It became one of the days he looked back to for proof that there are people out there who really care for him.

[notoriouslyella]

Hopefully this is somewhat to your liking!

ꨄMischa x Readerꨄ

The choir didn't know how much more they could take of Mischa’s rambling. (y/n) this, (y/n) that, you’re what he talks about 90% of the time. And as bad as it made them feel, the choir just couldn’t believe that you were real. So they decided to ask him a few questions about you.

The questions ranged from, “What color is their hair” or “what is their favorite food.” This went on for weeks until Ocean just couldn't take it anymore.

“So Mischa,” Ocean began “have you ever met (y/n) before?”

“Of course.”

“She means face to face. Like in person?” Noel said.

“Not yet.” Mischa replied

“What if they’re cat fishing you! They might not even be who they say they are!” Ocean said

“Well, I will know tomorrow.” He said

“What do you mean by that Mischa?” Jane asked

“(y/n) is coming to Canada tomorrow.”

Que the whole choir breaking into incomprehensible screaming.

Ocean is grabbing onto Mischa’s shoulders and shaking them, Noel is trying to find out what time you’re coming at, Jane and Ricky are excitedly talking/signing about meeting you, and Constance is trying to calm everyone down before they get in trouble for being so loud

Which leads us to where we are now. The whole of the chamber choir stands at the small airport located by Uranium. When they hear over the intercom that your plan finally landed, they all start to get even more excited. Once Mischa spots you he’s practically running to where you’re standing.

As soon as he reaches you it feels like a Disney Movie. Mischa pulls you into a hug before placing a soft kiss on your lips. Meanwhile the choir is just watching as their friend finally can hold the girl of his dreams, finally excepting that you were real.

“Hello my love.” Mischa said in Ukrainian still holding you.

“Hello Mischa.”

“My choir friends would like to meet you, they’re standing over there waiting for us.”

“Oh are they now?” You said while looking over his shoulder.

“Yes. They did not believe you were real.” Mischa said.

“Well I guess they’ll have to believe I exist now.”

Surely enough, Mischa introduces you to the choir one by one. You’re just as excited to meet the choir as they are to meet you. Even though he may try to not show it, you could tell that Mischa was so happy that his online, and technically real life, girlfriend gets along with the other members of his choir so well. By the end of the day its like you had always been friends with the Saint Cassian High School Chamber Choir.

[juneberrie]

— 🧸 cute

summary: mischa likes making you flustered

pairing: mischa bachinski x gn!reader

warnings/tags: mischa being adorable <3 google translated ukrainian - кохана = sweetheart

lizzie's note— inspired by this stroke inducing message from @sophiefostersgirlfriend: "imstead of rickt lightjeartedlt makijg fun of his s/o irs mischa <3" also technically requested by one very eager anon

word count: 0.1k || masterlist -> misc. masterlist

"hello, my sunshine," mischa said, grinning as he wrapped his s/o in a hug from behind. they were standing on the steps outside the st. cassian's with the rest of the choir, watching ocean and noel 'discuss' which song to perform at their next concert, aka noel yelling about why they should do cell block tango from chicago and ocean shooting down the idea.

"hi, misch," they laughed. he grabbed one of their hands and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to back of their hand. tilting their head up, he pressed another kiss to their forehead, which was growing hot. he chuckled and wrapped his arms tighter around his love.

"you're very cute, you know that right?" he asked. he heard yn let out a small squeak and a laugh. "your laugh is especially cute, кохана."

"i have no idea what you just said but thats really cute," constance chimed.

yn shuffled around to face their boyfriend and smiled. "yeah, it was."

[madirat]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

(this is only the guys for this one)

🎢

𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒

•He would go swimming with you

•Would playfully splash you and pretend to be a shark and scare you

•He would carry you to the deeper water and back to shore

𝙽𝚘𝚎𝚕 𝙶𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚛

•He wouldn't go swimming unless he gets to tease you in the water

•You helped him write a poem on the beautiful beach

•You guys definitely had a sandcastle competition

𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚜

•Since he can't walk you both cuddled in the sand

•You helped him go into the water for a little

•He brought chairs to sit in and you both watched the waves of the water

[jardin-de-limaginaire]

Heyy How you doing? I wanted to make a request for Mischa Bachinski × reader where reader is like this popular but not mean kind of girl in town. Like everyone loves her and she's in every club she can and has good grades in school (which can be a problem for ocean), her friends'parents absolutely love her, etc. And like mischa and her don't talk to much, so he thinks she doesn't even remember his name. (Kind of like the song Gold Rush by taylor swift now that I think abt it? Idk).

The point is ofc she likes him, but she thinks he doesn't like her bc of his angry persona and all of that stuff (also what would people say if they saw her hanging out with someone with such a bad raputation?)

And when they finally clear things up and become friends they end completely falling in love w each other and have to tell each other at some point.

I feel like this is way too long and specific, so don't worry if it bores you or smth, ily :))

Hello! I'm currently very busy with school, but I'll still try writing oneshots at any opportunity I have! And don't worry, I love writing very long and detailed works, and I find it easier when the request is longer because I know what I need to write.

(P.S. In this fanfic, (Y/N) has two moms, which will be referred to as mama and mom, cuz I just felt like it.) (Also, they will appear in the next request too, so be prepared to see them again)

Also, sorry for not writing in a few weeks, I've been going through a long depressive episode lately, but now I've got the motivation to write again

(TW: None!)

Word count: 1,364 words

Beauty and the beast (Mischa Bachinski x Popular!fem!reader fluff)

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"The most loved girl in town" has been a Title that I've worn like a badge for most of my life. Ever since I was younger, I knew three things:

"Be friendly to others because you don't know what they're going through, be smart so that you can one day help others live a better life, and last but not least, be happy for making others happy"

At least, that's what my parents always told me, and I obeyed them. These rules have been actually helpful for me. Thanks to them, I am now known by everyone in town as being "The most loved girl in town", thanks to my personality.

I always help others when in need, and thanks to that, I've made a lot of friends. Yes, some of them have been fake to me, but I still have forgiven them.

I am also one of the best students in school. I've never got any grade below 79%, and I am also in every club in St. Cassian high school, including the school choir.

Speaking about the school choir, I am friends with a lot of people, even with my rival, Ocean. We don't hate each other, but we are indeed rivals in every class. After we get the scores on one of our tests, the one who has the lower grade needs to buy Taco Bell from my friend, Noel, and pay with the "loser"'s money.

Even if I have a lot of friends in school, I am not friends with one boy, who's name is Mischa Bachinski. To be honest, I would like to be friends with him, but I don't think he would want to be friends with me, a goodie two shoes.

I should probably try to become friends with him. Everyone has a good soul. There's no such thing as bad people. Mischa is just misunderstood, that's the problem, and I would like to try to break him out of his shell formed of anger.

The next morning, after I woke up, I decided to make a little bracelet for Mischa, since I want to start a friendship with him, and there's no better way than to make a friendship bracelet.

I spent a few minutes making the bracelet, which also included his name, and I felt very proud of myself, yet I was still kind of scared that he might reject my friendship bracelet.

After I was done making it, I put it on my wrist, and then took my backpack, and went downstairs to eat together with my moms.

As I was walking downstairs, I observed the decoration around the house. There were seventeen pictures of me, going from up to down. The first picture was a picture of myself when I was one, and the seventeenth one was of me in the present. I'm not exaggerating one bit when I tell you that my moms are very proud of me. They always brag with pride about how smart I am to everyone they meet. Most parents even beg me to be friends with their kids, so that they can learn to be "better". Of course, I befriended their kids, but I never tried to change them. Everyone is perfect in their own way.

"Goodmorning, (Y/N)! How was your sleep?" Asked my mama. I looked at her and I smiled, as my other mom was making breakfast for us.

"It was wonderful!" I said as my mom gave me an omelet.

"Well, we're glad that you slept well!" Mom said as she sat next to mama and me.

I began eating as if there were no tomorrow, and then got off my seat and waved at my moms.

"Wait, (Y/N)!" Mama said as she walked to me, and pulled my sleeve up, to show the bracelet that I was planning to give to Mischa.

"Young lady. Who is this "Mischa"?" She asked as she smirked. I blushed a little.

"Oh, he's a boy in choir, and I want to become friends with him, so I made him this bracelet," I said, and both mama and mom smiled at each other.

"That's good, honey! Hope we can meet him one day!" Said mom, as both she and mama waved at me.

I waved back and then headed off to school.

I have gotten to the choir and looked around for Mischa. he was indeed here, but he was sitting on his phone.

I walked up to him.

"Hello, Mischa!" I waved at him. He looked at me surprised.

"Wait, you remembered my name?" He asked. I nodded. "What do you want from me?"

"Well, I would like to become friends with you, only if you don't mind!" I said, and I took the bracelet off my wrist and showed it to him.

he looked in awe at the bracelet and extended his hand to take it. He took it so gently, it was as if he never got any gifts from anyone.

"Wow..." He said, and then looked at me. "You really had time to make a gift...for me?"

I nodded. He looked even more in astonishment at the bracelet. He looked like he wanted to cry, but he hid it behind the facade of someone with a "cool guy" persona. "Thank you, druh!" He smiled at me.

"Sorry if I seem rude, but what does "druh" mean?" I asked with a confused smile. He started chuckling. "Druh means friend in ukrainian." He said, still looking at the bracelet.

"Wait, you see me as a friend?" I asked once again. He smiled again.

"Of course! No one here ever gave me a gift, and you are the only one who gave me something even if we don't know each other very well."

He explained. My eyes sparkled. Then he added with a slight blush, "Thanks." I smiled brightly at him, and we continued chatting until class started. I just know that this will start a beautiful friendship.

I'll never forget the day when I befriended Mischa. Since then, we've been like two peas in a pod, rarely separated. Even though I've only been friends with Mischa for a few weeks, I consider him one of my closest friends.

After school, Mischa waited for me outside, and we decided to walk home together. He held my arm, and it felt so nice…but also weird. It was like a tingle running through my body, and my heart started beating fast.

We talked more and more, while slowly getting closer and closer to each other. I could feel a lump form in my throat. Why was I reacting like this? Maybe it's because I had never felt this before. Was this normal? Or was I overreacting? I couldn't tell. Our arms were touching, which was weird. I didn't like being touched by strangers, and Mischa was definitely not the type of person whom I would willingly touch. However, I enjoyed holding hands with Mischa. We arrived at Mischa's house. "See you at school, (Y/N)" Mischa said with a saddened expression as he wanted to enter his house. I stopped him, which made him look back at me "Hey, Mischa," I began, "I actually wanted to ask you something…" "Yeah?" He replied, sounding slightly nervous. "I…I…really like you! I blurted out. His face changed completely, and he looked shocked. He looked at me for a moment. "Why?" He asked. "Well, I guess I don't know! I just found out today that I have a crush on you, and then I couldn't stop thinking about you!" Misha began laughing. "Well, (Y/N), I like you too." He said, smiling. "Really?!?" I asked as I wasn't sure if I heard correctly. But then, it happened: he hugged me. A hug from Mischa Bachinski. "Yes, (Y/N), I really like you too." He said as he broke the hug. We stared into each other's eyes and smiled shyly. This relationship will truly begin like any cheesy romantic comedy.

𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 >> 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 (𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈)

[teacupwrites]

New blog! And All my chapters

This is we're I'll be keeping all of my writing stuff, just so people can find my stuff easier, I will be reposting all the chapters here, and any new chapters will be posted onto this blog!

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Epilogue:

[bloodofvoid]

Quietest Girl in Town Christmas Special!

I'm sorry if this seemed rushed, (I also noticed some people were doing secret santas and I just- didn't join for some reason, so uh- consider this my gift to all my lovely readers!)

Though you weren’t always a fan of the cold, you always loved one thing about your town: the snow. Now too much, not too little. Small white flakes floating down to the ground, decorating the houses and streets with glittering snow.

You loved it, you loved it so. 

It was actually snowing right now, a gentle snowfall outside the Blackwood’s bakery. Constance had invited you in after it closed, exclaiming that she had an idea. And that idea was Christmas themed cookies.

About a week ago, Ocean had decided to host a Christmas party with the choir. She had proudly declared that everyone must contribute something to help set everything up. 

You had already played your part, meeting up with Ocean at Noel’s house, setting up decorations with the flamboyant singer. His mother was delighted that Ocean wanted to have the party there. 

Noel had decided to set up games as you and Ocean worked, conspiring with his mother about what to do. After you and the soprano had finished setting up, he had declared that cards and board games would be played.

Ricky had gone to you, him and Penny deciding to make a bunch of hand-made gifts for everyone. Ricky was a talented crocheter, his works of art had always amazed you. Penny meanwhile had a knack at making jewelry, her creativity appalling others.

Then there was Mischa. Your rough loving boyfriend had basically sobbed to you about his worries of not knowing what to do to help. Initially, he was going to bring over heavy alcohol for everyone, but Ocean was quick to scratch out that idea.

So, with your help, you had gotten Mischa to work with Rick and Constance’s mother to cook a lovely dinner. Surprisingly enough, he had quite the charm in cooking. Ukrainian dishes were delicious, and you were delighted you got to try them.

“-ed or green?” Constance’s voice knocked you out of your thoughts, and you tore your gaze away from the window. 

“Sorry, what?” you asked, rubbing your hands together. 

Curse your luck, and that you forgot to bring warm clothes. Of course the heater had to break the moment you got to the bakery.

“I was asking if we should use the red or green box for the cookies,” she repeated, offering a light smile as she gestured to the two boxes.

One was green, with darker speckles. Though if you looked closer, you notes that they were mini designs of wreaths, small, barely noticeable bows adorning the leaves. There was also small prints of snowflakes outlining the clear part, where one would look inside to see the awaiting treats.

The other one was red, with a mix of designs  that included: candy canes, santa hats, and reindeer. 

Reindeer. That reminded you of a fun time. It was early December, and you were arriving at Mischa’s house to help him with homework. He had come to you, panicking about his grades. 

You were pleased to see he cared.

You had helped him out, and went back home. Easy as pie. But unbeknownst to you, Mischa wanted to pay you back. So one day, when you came to visit him, you were met with the Ukrainian in the backyard with a reindeer.

To say you were flabbergasted was an understatement. Now you had a reindeer, being boarded at the local barn in town. You had shown the owner the furry creature, and although confused, she allowed you to keep him there.

You named him Mikey. 

A soft smile graced your features, before you picked up the red box, turning back to Constance with a smile.

“This one,” you told her, flashing a toothy grin.

She nodded, taking the box and skittering over to the cookies. They were a mixture of sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, and chocolate chip cookies. You and Constance had to check with everyone to make sure that they liked those kinds of cookies.

With combined help, the both of you had packaged them into two of the red boxes, topping them with a green bow. Now, all you had to do was get to Noel’s house, where everyone was most likely waiting.

“My fingers are gonna freeze off,” you complained, holding the first red box closely to your chest.

“Not my fault you forgot to bring gloves,” Constance joked, giving you an amused look. “We could always share mine.”

A small laugh bubbled from your throat, but you were quick to wave her off, politely declining. 

As you two left the bakery, you shared a small, quiet, conversation. The snow continued to fall, decorating your h/c locks with small, white flecks. While it would do the same to Constance, she had a fluffy, pink beanie on, so her hair was covered.

The snow crunched from underneath your fluffy boots, leaving a trail of footprints as you strode towards your friend’s home. It was a basic house, white paint, and smoke slowly trailing up into the cloudy sky.

Constance came up to the door, shifting the box in her arms to free a hand. She then rapped her knuckles against the wood, making a quiet, yet noticeable sound. A few moments later, it opened up.

Noel’s mother, or Michelle, greeted the both of you, a bright smile adorning her lips. She wore a mustard yellow sweater, with blue jeans and ugg boots. Her brown locks framed her face perfectly, doe-brown eyes glinting cheerily.

“Hey you two!” she chirped, beckoning with a smile. “Come on inside, you two must be frozen by now!”

You were quick to oblige, rushing in after Constance. Thankfully, the dining room was near, and you were able to place the red box down. The house was warm, easing the frost that had gathered on your lashes, the red in your skin slowly disappearing.

“I feel frozen,” you commented, giving Michelle a smile as she helped set out the cookies.

As you blew warm air into your palms, you failed to take notice of the footsteps slowly approaching from behind. You only realized someone was there when you felt two large arms wrap around your waist, and the firm chest pressed against your chest.

“You’re as cold as ice,” Mischa mumbled, his voice slightly muffled as he nuzzled into your hair. “Why don’t you have any mittens, or a sweater?”

Amusement crossed your face, trying to look up at your boyfriend to no avail. You brought one of your hands up, gently pressing it to his cheek, causing him to recoil. A warm laugh slipped, and you rolled your eyes.

“I forgot to bring one,” you admitted, smiling out of embarrassment. “Was in a rush.”

Mischa hummed disapprovingly, pulling away from your figure. You were able to turn around and face him, seeing the Ukrainian dressed in a thick green sweater, one that had ‘Happy Xmas!’ embroidered in red. He also wore a white beanie that had fluff at the top.

He immediately grabbed at the hem of the sweater, pulling it off of his figure to reveal a messy t-shirt underneath. Mischa then grabbed your hand, opening up your fingers and placing the sweater in your palm, pressing it to your chest.

“Keep it,” he insisted. “I’ll be fine.”

You paused, before giving him a huff, puffing your cheeks. Though you wanted to protest, you knew there was no point in arguing with him. It was practically impossible with Mischa.

You gently slid it on, a rushed scent of pine, honey and smoke washed over your nostrils. It offered a certain kind of warmth that was perfect, keeping you cozy inside the fabric.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, reaching down to gently hold Mischa’s hand.

He replied with a nod, guiding you throughout the house to where the rest of the choir was.

As soon as the two of you got inside, you were met with chaos. Penny and Ricky were in the corner, panicking as Noel tried to open all his presents. Meanwhile Ocean was trying to get Noel to stop, handling him like a dog. And there was Constance, who stood in the back, giving you a nervous smile.

Thankfully, Michelle managed to get him to stop, with Noel whining like a kicked puppy. As the chaos died down, Penny and Ricky took notice of your presence, smiling and waving you over.

You gave Mischa a pat on his arm, before quickly skittering over to the duo, smiling brightly. 

As soon as you got to Penny, she presented you with a little bag stuffed with tissue paper. You blushed, taking it with a quiet thanks. You dug inside, bringing out a small, yet cute green beanie that had a little ball of fluff at the top.

“Goodness Penny,” you breathed, smiling as you fit it atop your head. “This is adorable, thank you, again.”

“Of course,” she replied, patting your shoulder. 

It didn’t take long for Ocean to call everyone together, her voice booming and loud. Everyone was quick to gather around, all sitting next to each other in pairs. Penny and Ricky, Constance and Ocean, Michelle and Noel, and you and Mischa.

Michelle had made some hot cocoa, and the piping hot liquid was the perfect warmer for your hands. You held the purple mug in your hands, keeping it close as you gently blew onto it.

Mischa basically hovered over you as everyone opened their presents, draping his arms around your torso. You had received a few gifts, and you loved them all. A pair of mittens, a record, and some clothes.

Though now it was the end of the day, with only one present left. It was a small box wrapped in green wrapping paper, topped with a white bow. Your brow furrowed as she came forward, picking up the box.

It was for you, from Mischa. 

“I thought I said you didn’t need to get me anything,” you told him, turning around to face the Ukrainian.

Your boyfriend shrugged, gesturing for you to open it.

With a sigh, you obliged. Your fingers carefully worked through the paper, trying your best not to rip it. Underneath was a white box, with a simple top. You gently took it off, peeking inside.

It was a ring, small and gold, with a peridot in it, the gem well cleaned. It instantly clicked for you, it was a matching ring to the one Mischa wore on his pinkie, with his birthstone engraved into it. (This is something I like to call a man's gift.)

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, giving him a gentle, thankful smile. “Thank you Mischa.”

You gently strode over to him, but he already had whirled around your backside, giving you another behind hug, resting his head upon your covered head. His form was relaxed, opposite to his usual tense nature.

Constance smiled giddily, trying her best to not explode. She was quick to grab Ocean’s hand, rushing over to your left side and giving you a side hug.

Penny grabbed Ricky and Noel, joining the massive group hug. Soon enough, Michelle joined after some convincing from her son. You felt warm, at peace. No more games, no more death. 

All you needed was your family.

“Merry Christmas, everyone.”

[kalivda]

Ghostly Visit (Gus Halper! Mischa Bachinski x Sister! Reader)

After the Cyclone incident, you get a visit from someone very familiar…warnings: angst, mentions of death

words: 1369

•••



The nightmares started after that fateful Monday. Waking up in a cold sweat wasn't the worst of it. However, it was the restless nights I spent alone in the cold dingy basement.

There used to be two people down here. Making the best out of a terrible situation. My adopted "parents" hated my brother and I. Despised us even. All because of our mom faking our ages. They didn't get the young children they wanted, but two rage and passion-filled Ukrainian twins.

The screeching of the rollercoaster was still in my ear. Watching the choir members fly off of the rollercoaster and falling to their impending dooms. A part of me feels glad I refused to get on the rollercoaster. But guilty my brother did.

I remember watching his body fly out of the rollercoaster and hit the concrete below. The screams of fair goers. The sickening crack each kid made after falling. It makes me want to-

I shot up from my sleep and ran to the tiny bathroom, vomiting my guts out in the toilet. Coughing a bit, I sat next to the it, sobbing my eyes out quietly. It wasn't fair. Why did he have to die? It should've been me. I should've went on the rollercoaster. I should've...

"Cестра (sister)?" A voice moved past my ears. "The hell..." I mutter, weakly standing on my feet.

"Do not freak out. It's me!" 'Is that...it can't be. Mischa's dead. Get it together, Y/n. You're being paranoid again.'

"Cестра?" The voice called out again, this time taking the shape of a boy. But sort of like a ghost. He was wearing a white button up with a sweater vest. I looked closely and noticed the St. Cassian's Chamber school logo.

"M-Mischa?" I asked, sniffling. "Who else would it be?" He asked, looking at me like I was dumb.

"W-wait...how is this...how is this happening?!" I almost yell, picking up the plunger near me as a weapon, my accent thickening."Really? You are going to fight me with a...." "Plunger!" I whisper-yell. "Right...a plunger? It wouldn't work. I'm a...ghost?"

Yep. That was Mischa alright. "Wait how are you even here right now? Talking to me? In our..."room"? Aren't you dead?" I asked him. "Yes! I am still dead. But a lot has happened. We met some fortune teller. And he knew you were my sister! I do not know how, but he did." I slowly nodded, hoping he would continue telling me this weird story.

"But now I guess...we're choosing someone to come back to life." He got quieter by the last part, but I heard him loud and clear. "Come back to life?! Mischa, that's so cool! Not to be biased or anything, but I think you should. You deserve it the most."

"And go back to that hellhole with our so-called "parents"? No thanks. I'd rather stay dead." My heart dropped at his sudden cold rage. "Mischa- what about Talia?" He stared at me and his face softened. "Talia...my divine Talia...I do not want to leave her, but I don't want the life I've had before."

"Mischa please! I can't keep doing this by myself! They hate me even more since the accident. Please..." I got choked up and was hiccuping over every little word at this point. "Y/n..." "I don't want to live anymore. Not if you aren't there! So PLEASE!" My voice broke and I began to sob quietly.

"соняшник (sunflower), listen to me. I need to do what's best for me. I'm fine with the 18 years I've spent with you. You need to find somewhere else to go. You need to find people that make you happy and find someone you love. Like how my shawty, Talia, and I do." I laughed a little at this comment.

"I truly love you. You were my best friend. My partner in crime. The only other person to leave me mostly positive reviews on my YouTube comment wall. I love you." Tears flowed from my eyes and fell onto my cheeks.

Little sparkles began to form it's way around my twin. "Mischa, what's happening?" I asked, concerned. "Ocean chose someone to live..." I almost jumped up, but contained myself. "And we're all passing onto the afterlife. Except for...I hear her name is Penny." He says. "Penny Lamb? Isn't that the one girl with the brother named Ezra?" I asked confused. "If that is who she is, then yes."

He sniffled a little. "Well this is the last time I think I will see you." A bittersweet smile came onto both of our faces. "I'll miss you, Mi." I said, my vision getting blurred from the tears. "You too, Y/n/n."

"Wait! Mischa, before you go...can you sing me that nursery rhyme that you sang to me all the time when we were younger? The one mom sang before she...died?" He looked down on me and nodded slightly, leaning towards me, giving some ghostly hug and he began to sing.

"Зірко, зірко, мерехти,

Недосяжна в небі mu!

(Star, star, twinkle,

You are faraway in heaven!)

Сяєш ніжно ти мені,

Мов коштовність у пітьмі!

(You shine tenderly for me,

Like a jewel in the dark!)

Зірко, зірко, мерехти,

Недосяжна в небі ти!

(Star, star, twinkle,

You are faraway in heaven!)

Щойно сонечко зайде,

Темрява накриє все.

(As soon as the sun goes down,

Darkness will cover everything.)

Зірко, в небі запалай!

Сон, малят оберігай!

(Star, light up in the sky!

Sleep, baby, beware!)

Зірко, зірко, мерехти,

Недосяжна в небі ти!

(Star, star, twinkle,

You are faraway in heaven!)

He began to sing again, but it sounded more faded, before no sound came at all. I began to doze off and eventually fell asleep under my dingy, thin sheet.

~

The next time I opened my eyes, it was time for me to go to school. I put on my uniform and did my hair in a decent way, to not make it look like I was just visited by my ghost brother. Before I walk up the basement stairs, something glimmers out of the corner of my eye.

Mischa's fake gold chain he won from some arcade. I take it quickly and put it on, fixing it up a little bit. Using my phone, I pull up my camera and check myself in the reflection.

"Perfect." I breathe out, running up the stairs and gently opening the door, my "father" unlocking it a few minutes ago.

I make my way out the front door and get to school, a memorial standing in the front. Seeing the choir's faces fill my heart with a pang of guilt.

"Um, excuse me?" A girl's voice spoke up. I turn and see a girl around my height with short black hair, freckles, and the brightest green eyes. "Yes?" "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Penny. Penny Lamb." She holds her hand out for me to shake.

I slowly took her hand, wondering if I was dreaming. "I think you're Mischa's sister, Y/n? You guys look alike." She says fascinated and touching my (h/l), (h/c) hair. "You okay, Penny?" I asked. "Yeah! Actually...no. It's been a week since...ya know, and I wanted to know more about the kids that died. And since you're Mischa's sister, I was wondering if...you could...tell me about him." She asked. "Penny-" "Or don't! You don't have to!" "Penny-" "Forgive me if that was offensive, I know you're planning a funeral and everything-"

"Penny!" I shouted, some kids looking at me weirdly. "It's okay. I would love to tell you about Mischa. I can tell you about some of the other choir kids too like Ocean and Ricky." Her face shows one of shock, but excitement. "Okay! How about we get a coffee or something. At the Blackwood café this afternoon?" She asked.

"I'll see you there." I smile, watching her smile back and run into school. And Mischa's words came into mind:

"You need to find people that make you happy and find someone you love."

Maybe that just might be Penny.

[confess-thy-sin]

Im gonna start violently sobbing because there are no more Mischa fanfics for me to read. Ive read them all. HOW HAVE I READ THEM ALL. WTF BRO. PLEASE IF YOURE A WRITER IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE WRITE ME MISCHA FAN FICTION.

[fbfh]

Mischa Bachinski.... guys I'm sorry I put it off for as long as I could but I cannot stop thinking about this man. For anyone who hasn't heard of the angriest boy in town, he's from the musical ride the cyclone (which is fucking amazing)

First of all, look at him

I. Hm. Mischa is just... the greatest boyfriend you could ask for. Good morning and good night texts?? More like love letters twice a day. Every time you think he couldn't get more over the top and soul churningly romantic, he somehow does. Ten minutes later you get a text from him that says "this song made me think of your everlasting beauty, my divine angel, my love" and its cbat. Just when you think he can't get any better, any more female gaze, he does something like that that has you burst out laughing. He will blow off any and all school events he possibly can to text you more. He can and will be in the middle of performing in a choir recital and just text you while he's on stage. Bonus points if you're already literally in the audience. He does not care. No amount of time besides the rest of your lives will be enough for him. You've had to remind him more than once that you have to wait until you're at least 18 to get married and I shit you not he is counting the minutes. All he wants is to make you his forever and ever. You can't lie, it sounds a little better each time he brings it up (which is almost constantly). Full disclosure, you will have to fight Noel from him. You have like a 60/40 chance of winning.