athielive

[athielive]

guess who disappeared for a year (me)

just rewatched rtc and im considering writing again and going through the requests 💗

[athielive]

do you have any topics you don't write? like self harm and smut?

hi, sorry i haven’t posted in ages i’ve been suffering writers block. plus my mocks start in a few days so i’ll be really inactive but i have a few drafts on the go and i’ll try get through some more submissions :)

i’m okay with any topic in all honesty. if i’m in a place where a particular topic feels too touchy i may leave it for a while but at present i am fine with whatever.

i can write smut but i might take some time to make sure its not awkward.

also i will have trigger warnings at the start of my stories so that nobody is affected by any topic.

hope this helps for any submissions :)

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #fanfic #x reader

[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.

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #mischa rtc #rtc #fanfic #x reader

[athielive]

Hi! May I request a Mischa x reader fic? Concept: The reader dies on the roller coaster with the rest of the choir. During the competition, Mischa sings Talia and later reveals to the reader that they were Talia. Sorry if this is confusing I’m not good at explaining things. ❤️

i think i know what you mean. if not i hope you enjoy whatever i churn out 😭

i tried to still make it gender neutral because you didn’t specify and i wanted to make it more accessible. so to specify he sings about talia as a female then reveals that was a codename for the person i hope that makes sense :)

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“Talia oh my love.” He sang. You had never seen him so emotional, you almost felt jealous of whoever she was.

Is that bad? He had lost someone who was obviously very dear to him and you couldn’t even authentically comfort him because you felt sorry for yourself.

Constance and Jane were sat talking to him trying to cheer him up and lighten the mood.

Noel came up from behind you tapping you on your shoulder, breaking you away from your thoughts.

“Are you okay?” He asked, why? Was your jealousy obvious?

“I mean I’m not the one who’s just poured their heart out about some girl that nobody else knew about.” You said, deflecting from the question.

He looked around to check nobody else was listening. “Believe me Y/N I know how to spot tragedy in a heartbeat.”

“It’s just he’s never mentioned a Talia before. I thought he liked me.” You beamed.

Noel hugged you and you felt your eyes welling up.

Then Karnak’s voice began booming over everyone, “It seems Mischa’s song has lead to commotion amongst you all. Why are you all upset over something that could be happy news for everyone?”

The whole group turned to look at you, with tears in your eyes. You almost swore Mischa looked guilty.

“How could this be happy news? A couple has been separated by death!” Ocean cried out. She really had some heightened emotions.

“Mischa.” Karnak said bluntly.

Everyones attention went off of you and onto him, thank fuck.

“I don’t know what he is talking about.” He claimed, pointing at Karnak.

“You tell them or I will.” His voice loomed across the room.

Mischa huffed and started walking towards you.

“Stupid robot machine man.” He muttered under his breath. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you through to a separated space behind a curtain.

The two of you sat in silence for a minute, you waited for him to give you the explanation Karnak deemed appropriate. You didn’t want to say anything in case it was a touchy subject or something awkward.

Every time you both made eye contact, the person who looked first immediately darted their eyes in the opposite direction almost pretending it didn’t happen.

“Are we going to talk or what, Karnak doesn’t have long left and we need to give someone the chance of life again.” You exclaimed.

“Fine.” He blurted out.

You raised your eyebrows, hinting that he should continue talking.

“Talia… doesn’t exist.” He bowed his head, not meeting your eyes anymore.

“What?”

“Well she does,” he continued, “but its complicated. I sang about the person that I love, and I was going to tell everyone their real name but I panicked… Talia is more of a codename.”

Well that was a lot to take in, why wouldn’t he just tell everyone upfront. You were all dead already.

“Who is this person?” You asked, trying to remain hopeful.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone if this goes badly?” He asked.

You nodded but remained silent.

“It’s you Y/N. I loved… well love you.”

Your heart welled up with joy. All those beautiful things he was saying in the song, were about you!

When all this was over you needed to thank Karnak -before Virgil chews through the power cord that is.

“Did you mean everything you said in the song?”

“Every word.” He tilted his head, not looking away from you.

“Thats the nicest thing anyones done for me.” You smiled, still in awe that all this was true.

You ran over to him and pulled him into a hug.

“I love you too.” You gushed.

He took your hand and the two of you walked back out into the competition.

This would be a fun one to explain to the choir.

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #mischa rtc #fanfic #rtc #x reader #noel gruber

[athielive]

Hi! I’m so excited to see that people are getting into RTC! I was wondering if I could put in a request for Mischa? If you’re not taking requests or just don’t want to write it that’s totally okay, I just had an idea I needed to get out

In the show he’s referred to as “the angriest boy in town” so I figure that’s all most people see him as (excluding the choir post-rtc), so everyone’s confused about why the reader is so close with him (friends with loads of pining for each other) and one day someone says something bad about the reader, causing Mischa to get in a physical fight with them. Cut to the reader patching him up with a bunch of longing glances and a confession of feelings (and possibly sharing a kiss attempting not to hurt his split lip bc that just drives me crazy)

Thank you! 💞

this is such a good idea, thank you so much 😊

⚠️TW⚠️ blood, slight mentions of violence

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“I just don’t get why you’re so close with him.”

Yet again your friends were whining on about how dangerous Mischa was.

They didn’t even know him, let alone give him a chance. Everything just buys in to the whole ‘angriest boy in town’ thing which, for the record, could not be further from the truth.

He was the most caring person you knew, he just didn’t show it in front of other people. The only times you had seen him get into fights had been due to him defending people he loved.

“Y/N are you even listening? We’re worried about you! He’s probably in love with you or something.” She said putting her hand on your shoulder.

You shrugged her off, “I think I’ll live.”

She tried to get another word in but you turned and walked off. At this point you were done with all your other friends, you just needed to find Mischa.

Meanwhile, he was walking through the corridors on his way out.

Usually he could put up with people shouting comments at him or people simply moving as far away as they could, but today he was on edge.

You saw him in front of you and fast walked over.

“Where’ve you been?” You asked.

He just turned and looked at you, his eyes softening for a moment before going cold again.

“Okay just cause you’re in a mood doesn’t mean you need to take it out on me.”

He stopped walking and pulled you to the side of the corridor next to the locker.

“You wanna talk? Fine I-” He started.

“Y/N come on we’ve talked about this.” You recognised the shrill voice of your friend. You turned to see her with the stupid boy she was trying to set you up with.

He started laughing then whispered something to her, “They’ve just become desperate because they know they’re not good enough for anyone.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Misha said, his voice was low and you could tell he was trying to control his annoyance.

“Or what? Come on,” He turned to faced you, “You really need your new boyfriend to protect you. I knew you were pathetic but this is a new level of-“

Mischa lost it and swung at the guy. He punched him right in the nose causing his eyes to water heavily.

You didn’t know where he learned to fight like this, it had never come up. But fuck he was good. They kept throwing their fists at each other, blood was splattered over the floor and you weren’t sure who’s it was.

“Y/N stop him!” You heard your ‘friend’ say.

But you didn’t. In fact a smirk was present on your face.

Of course you were worried for Mischa and you knew it would all end with you cleaning him up but he could handle himself and nothing that you could say would stop him.

Before you knew it two teachers were pulling them apart and it was all over.

Mischa shouted something in Ukrainian at them which nobody understood before turning to you, grabbing your hand and dragging you out.

The two of you walked in silence until you got to your house, it was risky to go to his because if his adoptive parents saw him in this state it would get messy.

He sat down on your bed and you went over to your desk to grab the first aid kit you took the liberty of buying when you became close with him.

There were blood stains all over his hands, a bruise on his cheekbone and a cut on his lip. Yet despite it all he showed no signs or major pain. He just stared at you, not looking away, just staring into your eyes.

You reached for the antibacterial wipes, barely breaking eye contact and took one out the packet.

“This is gonna sting a little.” You warned him before wiping the cut and the smeared blood surrounding it. He winced slightly then smiled up at you apologetically.

You couldn’t stop looking at him and especially his lips, how could someone who had just gotten into a fight look so beautiful?

“I could’ve handled it myself you know.” You told him.

He just rolled his eyes and laughed slightly. He grabbed the wipe from your hands and began to wipe the blood off his own.

“Are you ready to talk about it yet?”

He sighed. “I don’t know why I did it. I’ve just been so irritated all day, I didn’t care when they said things about me but when they brought you into it I got all mad and I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”

You sat down on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your head into his neck as he snakes his arms around your waist.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, suddenly pulling your head up till your faces were inches apart. “I still don’t get why you would do all of this for me.”

“Fuck Y/N that’s why I do it. You’re so oblivious. I’m so scared that I would go that far to protect you but I love you and that terrifies me. I’ve never cared so much about someone who clearly doesn’t reciprocate it.” He whispered aggressively.

‘He loves me?’ You thought.

You grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him towards you. Your lips collided and you could feel his hands fly off of you for a split second before grabbing you tightly again and pulling you closer to him.

He deepened the kiss as you both melted into it, the months worth of pining all resulted in this moment and you couldn’t feel happier.

You were trying not to hurt him because of his split lip but he kept getting more into it, meaning it clearly wasn’t hurting that much or he was choosing to simply ignore it.

After a minute you pulled away, coming face to face with him again.

His mouth hung open as he tried to catch his breath and process what just happened. You were pretty much in a mirrored state, what had just happened?

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #mischa rtc #rtc #fanfic #x reader #mischa #nb reader

[athielive]

HI, how are you? I LOVE UR WRITINF AND I NEED a mischa x overarchiver!reader where they're on days of final exams and the reader stays wayyy to late at night to study, doesn't sleep well and starts almost falling asleep everywhere. Mischa catches her when she literally faints while walking home w him and he has to take her home and stay w her bc he's worried.

IF THIS IS WAY TOO SPECIFIC AND U DON'T DO IT I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND, LY

NO I LOVE THIS.

i’m good btw and thank you <3

im choosing to write this instead of sleeping cause ily.

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You hadn’t slept much in weeks. Due to the stress of exams you couldn’t even sleep when you were in bed early so you stopped trying and just kept studying.

Many of your friends had expressed concern so you had to start lying and telling them that you went to bed early and got enough sleep to keep you going.

Today was the day it all caught up to you. It took everything in you to stop you from passing out every time you sat down and this didn’t go unnoticed.

In spite of your insistence that Penny shouldn’t tell Mischa because you really were fine. She told him and he went all ‘overprotective boyfriend’. He walked you to every class and sat by you in every lesson you shared.

He tried to get you to go home after lunch, but you needed to stay for an exam and your parents would kill you if you missed it or left school early. So you stuck it out.

When school ended Mischa waited outside your last lesson to meet you.

He took your hand and the two of you started walking home. And that’s when the questioning began.

“When was the last time you got a full nights sleep?” He asked.

“Last night.”

“Bullshit.” He said. “Don’t lie to me this is serious.”

He always knew when you were lying.

“It’s been a few weeks, but I promise I feel fine.” You added.

“A few weeks? How come you didn’t tell me, I could’ve helped and-” His words cut out and everything became muffled. Your vision became blurry and you started to feel dizzy.

“Y/N? Y/N!” And then it all went black.

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He rushed to catch you, quickly he checked your pulse then picked you up bridal style and carried you back home.

He was practically running but making sure there wasn’t a chance of him falling and you getting injured.

As soon as he got to your house he let himself in, knowing your parents would still be at work. He put you under your bedsheet and blanket before placing his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

How did it get to this? Was he a bad boyfriend for not realising you needed his help sooner? What would happen if you didn’t wake up?

He began to panic as he hovered above you, longing for you to wake up and put his mind at rest.

If you didn’t wake up in the next five minutes then he would call the ambulance, which would probably end with him yelling at the driver for not getting there fast enough and claiming you could’ve died.

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Your eyes shot open to a worried Mischa towering over you. Instant relief flooded his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Thank god you’re awake.” He whispered leaning down to hug you.

You were in your bed at home, he must’ve carried you back. In all honesty you weren’t really sure what had happened. Everything just stopped.

“I’m sorry.” You said.

“Don’t be sorry, I know you’re stressed because of exams.” He slid into bed next to you. “Try get some sleep now, I’m right here if you need me.”

He held you close as you slowly drifted off to sleep. Knowing that he was there for you put you at ease and you found it a lot easier to catch up on those hours of sleep you lost.

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #mischa rtc #rtc #fanfic #x reader

[athielive]

Hiiii!!!! I was wondering if you could do a pt.2 of the Mischa snowed in fic???????

YES I’M SO HAPPY SOMEONE WANTS ME TOO!

this’ll just be a small bit of what they did but if theres anything in particular you want me to write about then let me know.

its short and sweet :)

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The choir were all messaging on your group chat. You and Mischa were just sending texts together from his phone.

Ocean was desperate for things to do so she came up with a bunch of competitions to do. The first one being to see who can make the best pillow fort.

Obviously you and Mischa had the advantage given there was two of you.

You sent him upstairs to grab all the blankets and pillows from your room and you searched pinterest for ideas and inspiration.

When he came back down you couldn’t see his face because of the stack of blankets he was holding. He chucked them down on the couch next to you before jumping on top of them.

The two of you spent half an hour sorting through various different ways of stacking the pillows and figuring out which blanket looked best where. Somewhere in the midst of it you forgot the reason you were actually making it.

When you were finally finished you sat inside the pillow fort with pride filling your mind. Mischa sat down next to you looking up with a childlike wonder.

“This was fun. I have never made one of these.” He said pointing up and the blankets above your head.

You looked at him, shock evident on your face. “You’ve never made a pillow fort?”

He shook his head. “My mother never had enough blankets to make one and my parents barely give me enough to keep me warm at night.”

“Shit I’m sorry Mischa.” You smiled sympathetically. “You don’t deserve the way they treat you.”

He laid down and put his head on your lap, something that often happens during one of your therapy sessions. Whoever does the talking gets the head rest.

“Is not your fault.” He murmured looking up at you. “If i didn’t give them a bad reputation maybe they would love me.”

You really didn’t know the best way to tell him that he wasn’t the problem, they were just terrible people. Every time you tried to explain it to him he just wouldn’t listen. He always tried to see the best in them, he tried to see them as family when they never were.

You cupped his face in your hands. “You are not the problem, end of discussion. You are sweet and loving and beautiful and anyone who-”

You paused snapping back into reality.

Mischa was looking up at you, analysing your features and looking from your eyes to your lips. You gazed back down at him, this boy who acted tough in front of everyone else was completely vulnerable.

He reached his hand up and cupped your cheek, leaning up until your faces were inches apart.

Time paused.

And then he kissed you.

He pulled away suddenly “Shit I’m sorry I should’ve asked.”

“Don’t apologise. I wanted to as well.” You said lying down next to him.

He smiled at you but before he got the chance to say anything your phone rang.

‘You two have taken ages its time to judge the forts.’ Ocean chirped.

‘They were probably playing spin the bottle.’ Noel said suggestively.

Ocean scoffed down the phone, ‘that wouldn’t work there’s only two of them- OH.’

You quickly hung up before both of you turned to each other and burst out laughing.

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #mischa rtc #mischa bachinski x reader #fanfic #rtc #gus halper

[athielive]

bit about me:

- i write fanfics, character x readers, character x character. i am pretty open to everything.

- i will happily write up requests (please send more i love them) but they could take a couple of days.

- i try to post as often as i can but if i have writers block i’ll post to notify everyone that requests are on the hold.

- i am only doing rtc stories at the moment, i might venture out later on but for now that’s what i’m doing.

- please be kind + respectful and enjoy :)

[athielive]

Hi omg requesting feels so awkward but I'm fr desperate for some Mischa content. I was wondering if you could do a first-date, Mischa x reader story? It can be like headcanons, or an actual story, whatever you'd like!! Ty <3

of course i will :)

im so excited people are requesting so thank you <3

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Mischa had been begging Noel for advice and tips for what to do on your first date. You two sort of had a love at first sight moment when he joined the choir and a few months of intense pining later he finally asked you out.

Everything was going great and so he asked to go on your first date. He had been stressing about where to take you and whether was good enough.

Unfortunately he didn’t really have the budget for anywhere fancy and when you asked where you were going he panicked and said it was a surprise.

So now he was sat in his basement at his desk plotting down ideas that are special enough to be the surprise date.

He considered taking you to the cinema or some form of entertainment but that would mean that the two of you would barely get a chance to talk so it wouldn’t be perfect. It needed to be perfect.

And that’s when it hit him, the perfect place to take you.

He got his phone from on his bed and sent you a text, ‘I’m picking you up at 9 for our date, wear something to keep warm and get a blanket.’

That left him two hours to get everything he needed to pull this off, should be enough time.

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You waited at your front door for Mischa to turn up, a blanket in your tote bag and a box of chocolates you got for him as a gift.

Soon enough his car pulled up and a few seconds later the doorbell rang.

You rushed over to the door and opened it to Mischa with a bouquet of flowers. He smiled nervously before handing you the flowers.

“I do not know which flowers are your favourite but I thought these were pretty. I know its not much, still I hope you like them.” He spoke quickly, you could barely make out what he was saying.

“They’re perfect thank you Mischa.” You said, placing them in an empty vase.

He took your hand and walked you to his car, opening the door for you as he always did and closing it after.

20 minutes later he pulled up at a park. He got out of the car and walked over to your door to open it and get you out.

The two of you walked for a bit until you came to a big tree. Mischa laid his blanket down next to it and laid down on top of it, motioning for you to join him. You both sat under your blanket looking up at the sky.

A wave of silence washed over you as you soaked in the beauty of the moon and the stars, it really was beautiful.

“I’m sorry if this isn’t a great first date.” He said turning to face you.

You caught his gaze and propped your head up on your hand, “Why would you think it isn’t?”

“I really want this to be good enough for you, I want to be good enough for you. But I can not afford all the fancy things that you deserve,” he laid back down on his back, “I just want to make everything perfect so you are happy.”

Looking down at him, you smiled, “I don’t need expensive things to be happy, this is perfect and you are the best boyfriend I could ask for.”

“You mean it?” he asked.

You nodded, not breaking eye contact. He pulled you down and held you in his arms. He hugged you tightly as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you.”

Your stomach did cartwheels. He hadn’t said that before, neither of you had. It felt right though, you knew that you loved him; but him loving you back was a whole other feeling.

“I love you too.”

The two of you remained like that for ages. Not talking just enjoying each other’s presence.

“The stars are so beautiful.” You commented.

“They are, but I didn’t just bring you here to stargaze. Look at the tree behind us.” He said, you turned to the tree and saw what he was talking about. There were multiple initials with hearts around them carved into the tree. “Noel told me something about it being good luck to every couple who carves their initials there.”

“This keeps getting better, thank you.” You took the key he was holding out to you and carved the tree.

The pair of you talked for another hour before heading back home. He slept over at yours that night, because it was too late to go back to his adoptive parents house.

The next day in school Noel was bragging about how he helped Mischa plan all of it and all Mischa could say in response is that he would do it all again.

#ride the cyclone #rtc #mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #mischa rtc #fanfic #x reader

[athielive]

Okay so imagine the “party rockers in the house tonight” “it’s party rock is” *they start kissing* meme but it’s “mischa explaining the plot of Saw V” “that’s Saw VI”

i actually love you for this 💛

#mischa bachinski #mischa rtc #ride the cyclone #rtc #nischa #noel gruber #noel rtc #party rockers in the house tonight #party rock is in the house tonight #meme

[athielive]

hiiiii!!! i absolutely loved your snowed in mischa x reader, the concept overall is really cute and you’re a really good writer :)) i was wondering if you could please write a similar fic except with noel x male reader? if not that’s okay but there is not enough x reader content for him lmao

YES ID LOVE TO. i started writing it earlier and i got half way through but i cant recover it im so upset im about to restart.

I dont know if it’s that good but I hope you like it <3

also thank you for requesting one :)))

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French had always been your least favourite subject. No matter what you couldn’t understand any of it.

Luckily you had Noel, the top of the class.

You met in the choir and had known each other for years. He was your best friend and the only person you were truly comfortable with.

After knowing him for a few months you ended up developing feelings for him and questioned your sexuality for a while before coming out to him as gay. He was the only person who knew.

Noel had always been fairly open about being gay, because of this he faced years of bullying. More recently it had died down because everyone had grown up, but seeing it all happen and comforting Noel through the state he was in brought along a fear that it could happen to you as well.

Turning the corner, you saw his house in the distance. Layers upon layers of snow covered the ground as more flakes fell every second. There was a snowstorm warning but you would most likely be back home at that point.

You walked up his driveway and knocked on the door three times.

The door swung open to reveal Noel still in his pyjamas but with his hair styled how he always has it.

“Bonjour, Bienvenue en France.” He exclaimed. You hesitated for a second trying to process what that meant.

“What?”

“That’s basic French Y/N… you’re so lucky you have me.” He smiled.

Truly he didn’t know how lucky you really felt.

“Come in then theres snow all over you, Mom won’t let you in if you’re soggy.” He grabbed your arm pulling you inside and up to his room.

Noel went straight over to his desk chair getting a folder labelled ‘French Lessons for Y/N’

You slouched down on his bed looking over at him. “How long did it take you to make that?” You asked.

“Oh uh… not long. Maybe a few hours… every night for a week.” He began rambling.

You felt yourself becoming flustered, “It means a lot that you would do all that for me Noel.”

“I’d do anything for you, you know that.” He smiled.

You walked over to him and sat down in the chair next to him. He began to flicker through the pages to find what he wanted to teach you today.

It was colour coded with beautiful layouts and calligraphy titles. This must’ve taken him ages. All the examples he had in it of sentences were things that had happened with the two of you, things like: ‘Nous avons regardé des films ensemble toute la nuit.’ ~ ‘We watched films together all night.’ and ‘Y/N est très beau.’ ~ ‘Y/N is very handsome.’

All that was going through your head was ‘This has to mean something; Does this mean something; What if he actually likes me back’ You had to do something.

“I can’t do this Noel.” You started.

“I know it’s hard but don’t worry I have faith in you and I’ll-”

“No it’s not about the French I need to tell you something.” You inhaled deeply, there was no turning back now. “Listen you have to promise me that what I’m about to say won’t ruin our friendship.”

He laughed, “Of course not you’re the best friend I have.”

“Okay uhm, you know how much you mean to me, right?” He nodded, “Well even when I first met you I was intrigued by you, I guess you always felt more special to me then any other friend had. I always assumed it was just that we were platonic soulmates or something but um..”

“What are you trying to say?” Noel asked, shuffling his chair closer to yours.

“I love you Noel and not just as a friend.”

His shoulders dropped as if a wave of relief had washed over him. His cheeks began to flash a bright red and a smile crept its way onto his face.

“I love you too.” He grinned, “In more than a friend way but I figured you already got that.”

You both laughed and hugged each other tightly. This is it, all you wanted. It’s moments like this that make people want to freeze time and stay like it forever.

“What does this mean for us?” Noel asked, still not pulling away.

“I don’t know.” You said. “I’m not ready to come out to everyone yet, but I’d love- only if you want, to be your boyfriend?” You smiled hopefully.

“Of course I want you to be my boyfriend you idiot, why else would i make a folder of French for you?” He laughed.

“Oh my god I actually have a boyfriend. We can like watch movies together and have sleepovers and then go with each other to choir practice after those sleepovers then spend more time together!” He continued.

You chuckled, “Don’t we already do that?”

“Well yeah but it’s different now because you’re my boyfriend. We need to watch a movie together now as a celebration.” He got up and began to walk over to grab a DVD off of his shelf.

“As long as it isn’t one of those French ones.”

“You know it will be.”

You both cuddled together watching the movie, Noel recited his favourite lines and you had never felt happier.

When the movie ended he had already taken your hoodie and requested a different one that you had at home.

“Noel, I still stand by what I said about not being comfortable coming out to everyone. But if you’re okay with it I want to tell my family and the choir about us.” You asked turning to him.

He agreed and you began discussing ways to tell them. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Noels Mom came in.

“Y/N the snowstorm has started and your Mom called asking if you could to stay here for a few days until it all clears up. She said to give her a call when you can.” She smiled then left the room.

“It’s like a honeymoon for us.” Noel exclaimed.

You laughed lightly, “No I’ll take you to Paris for our real honeymoon, thats a promise.”

He tackled you into a hug, life was perfect.

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[athielive]

“WHY DOES MISCHA HAVE TWO SONGS ?!?!?!” the real question is why doesn’t he have a song with a chorus that only has profanity? 🤔

#rtc #ride the cyclone #mischa rtc #mischa bachinski #my chorus will only have profanity #i trusted you mischa #smh #mischa is fake #mischa the liar

[athielive]

Mischa Bachinski X Reader

We need more ride the cyclone characters x reader content so here I am serving. This is about them getting snowed in together, I kinda wanna do a part of them hanging out whilst they’re snowed in so we will see.

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You waved goodbye to everyone and then headed out of choir practice.

There was something so comforting about that group of people which wouldn't make any sense to someone who didn’t know them. The constant bickering was mostly light-hearted and pretty good entertainment.

You walked over to the door and shoved it open seeing a few layers of snow covering the ground, Funny how much can fall in an hour.

“Y/N” You turned around to see Mischa jogging over to you. “Can I come to yours? My parents won’t be home for hours and they don’t trust me with key.”

You never understood why he still referred to them as parents, they were nothing but cruel to him. He was isolated from any substitute of a family after losing his mother and you weren't sure why anyone wouldn’t want him around. He was the most caring person in your life, anytime you needed to talk to someone or have a shoulder to cry on he would be there.

“Sure, Mom and Dad are out for the weekend but they won’t mind you coming over, just no smoking in the house.” You smiled as the pair of you continued walking back to your place.

“Take my jacket you are shivering.” He said starting to take it off.

“Don’t worry we are almost there and it's my fault for forgetting to bring one.”

He turned to you with a sceptical look, continuing to take his jacket off.

You tried to protest but before you had the chance to he began wrapping it over your shoulders. It was cosy and had the faint smell of his cologne that had faded throughout the day but still filled you with warmth.

“I feel like I look ridiculous right now,” you remarked turning to face him as he looked you up and down.

“No, it's cute. You look cute.” He smiled and kept on walking.

Thank god he wasn’t still looking, you could see the blush creeping over your face as the decision was made that he would never get this jacket back.

You arrived at your house and grabbed two cans of coke which were brought up to your room where the pair of you were sitting. He was explaining to you why Saw V was such a great movie.

“I’ve never watched it,” you laughed, “Is that bad?”

He stared at you in disbelief, “We must watch every saw movie right now.” He said heading over to your DVD case where he knew they were because he had tried to make the choir watch them the last time he was over.

He put the first one in and then came over to your bed sitting next to you.

One small thing you forgot to tell him, you hated jumpscares. Every time something popped up on that screen you moved even closer to him until you were practically on top of him.

“I hate this movie.” You sighed burying your head in between his neck and shoulder.

He laughed quietly, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back in an attempt you make you feel better as the movie continued.

It was so comforting. You felt so much calmer in his presence, the fact he was known to be the angriest boy in town made absolutely no sense. The small town is so quick to judge everyone and it’s unfair.

Before you realised you fell asleep. He pulled a blanket over you both and shortly after he fell asleep too.

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You woke up to your phone ringing, Ocean’s contact appearing on the phone. You slipped out of Mischa’s arms and walked across to the other side of the room.

“Hello?” You whispered down the phone trying not to wake Mischa up.

“Choir’s cancelled today and tomorrow, everyone's snowed in!” she rambled, ending the call instantly after.

‘Fuck are my parents stuck too?’

You unlocked your phone to see countless texts from your Mom saying she was unsure when they would be back but to not worry because there was plenty of food in the house.

Sending her a quick text back, you put your phone down and lay down beside Mischa.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling while he fully woke up.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” He mumbled.

“I only just got up.” You exclaimed. “Plus you looked comfortable and I didn't want to disturb you.”

He rolled his eyes as a smile crept onto his face.

“Do I need to go now before your parents get back?” He asked.

“Good luck with that.”

He leant his head to the side, confusion evident on his face.

“Look outside genius.” You added.

He walked over to the window turning back to you with wide eyes.

“Guess you’re stuck with me for a few days.” He laughed tackling you into a hug.

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