#Mischa x reader

[serendipitous-girl]

imagine mischa falling in love with a canadian (noel, reader insert, literally anybody u want that's canadian) like he would despise them simply bc he loves them. canada is the place that killed his mother, he doesn't want there to be anything good about it. i think like he would feel almost as if he was betraying his mother by falling for somebody from there yk?

[mischa-and-leos-wife]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈 || ᵈᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ 🎞️

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

bro is a pda FREAKKKK it’s not even funny 

he’ll ofc stop if you want him to tho

unironically listens to baby by justin bieber

like he prob knows the whole “my world 2.0“ album perfectly

makes “𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎” jokes WAYYY too much

brainrot 

so much brainrot

bro is quite literally an ipad baby /j

hates musicals but would watch them for his s/o (only if forced)

amazing singer OH MY GODDD

refuses to sing tho :( unless hes rapping about money in autotune

speaks only ukranian when tired or drunk

AMAZING KISSER GOOD LORDDDDDD

talks/mumbles when kissing too and it’s just so skdjjdkajfnkgmgk

has the prettiest and kindest eyes you’ve ever seen and it completely clashes with the “bad boy gangsta angry rapper” persona of is lmaoo

will force s/o to watch saw five to “cheer them up” 😭🙏

bullies kids SO HARD on roblox and fortnite like bro what did they do to you 😭😭

either has rlly good 90s rap/hip hop music taste, or ABSOLUTELY ASSSSSSS music taste. no in between.

rlly likes cherry or coconut scented things

but his favorite fruit is l pomegranate

physically can’t just give his s/o a “peck”. like bro KISSES them

he’s getting his moneys worth fr

certified neck/collarbone/shoulder kisser right there

bro thinks he’s gomez addams 💀 (he is)

randomly gives the most beautiful poetic passionate amazing love confessions for absolutely no reason

pls give me recs on what to add next time!! also feel free to give me requests on what to write ☆

[3d-wifey]

i would be oh so interested in mischa bachinski

REALLY⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

I truly would have done it if no one was reading, but im glad im not talking to a crowd of just myself

LISTEN TO HIM‼️‼️

[ch2rub]

~ Who are you? ~ A Mischa x Reader fic

Ch-4/2

Posted onto all platform- July 26, 2024

TW- Panic attack and self harm mentioned

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"O-oh uhm, hey Ocean." You say with a shaky voice. You look at her with wide eyes as you start to panic. Not having a single explanation for why you were so scared and nervous, or what the broken porcelain doll had to do with anything. Not wanting to seem like a looney you tried the first excuse that came to your mind.

"Was just, looking around. You know" Not only are you the worst liar in all of history, but that did not cover for the doll on the floor. Or why you were acting so spooked, even after the initial scare Ocean gave you just appearing behind you like that. Not hearing and steps of any sign of a person behind you. As you tried to lie to Ocean your voice continued to shake slightly. Your eyes drifted around the room, not wanting to look at Ocean in the eyes. You brought up your hand to fidget with the red tie around your neck. A wavering smile adorned your face as you tried to act as normal as possible.

"Yeah ... sure." Ocean responds, unimpressed. A sense of recognition goes over her face as she takes her first look at the doll. Suddenly getting quite nervous herself, she continued to ask you a question. "Is that your doll?" She pointed to the doll broken on the floor. The head was cleanly snapped off of its neck, after falling from the painting that seemed to have never been there in the first place.

"Uhh, nah. I was just-umm in here." You respond definitely not awkwardly or suspiciously. Not at all.

"You can take it if you want. I don't care." You say as you step towards the side. Trying to get as far as you could from the creepy doll. With each glance you gave it the more anxious and scared you seemed to get. You got as far away from the scene as possible. Walking toward the opposite side of the room and sitting down on a large box. Leaving Ocean to bend down and pick up the two pieces of the recently beheaded doll. "I'm just gonna take a seat real quick, s-sorry." As you sat you felt your sight slightly blur and your balance feel more uneven. Your legs almost giving out.

"Yeah, it's fine. Im um gonna fix this up and give it to a friend, I think it would make her really happy to see it." She grabbed the pieces and placed them onto the box where the painted canvas used to be before it disappeared. As Ocean slowly made her way towards you, you started to panic more. You stared down at your lap, clenching and unclenching you had while they shook more violently than they were before. Your vision continued to go in and out of focus. The air started to feel thicker. Making it harder and harder for you to breathe with each gasp. Everything felt muggy and uncomfortable. The air feeling hot and your uniform feeling scratchy. You started to feel sweat pool onto your forehead and you continuously scratched at your legs with your shaky hand. Continuing to get rougher and rougher with each scratch. You shifted in your seat continuously as your breathing got heavier. Your lungs heaved for air as it seemed unable to enter.

"Woah- hey hey hey. You're alright, you're gonna be fine." Ocean quickly rushed to your side after noticing the state you were in. The awkward space between the two of you disappeared once you started to panic. Ocean wasn't good with these things. She never was. Although her unwillingness to say it out loud, she knew she was a selfish person. Only ever really cared for herself, but she has been getting better at caring for others and being kinder. At Least she thinks she is.

She places her icy cold hands on your wrist, trying to restrain you from breaking skin. She gently rubbed her thumbs on your warmer hands. Trying to soothe you in any way she can think of. Her first thoughts were to stop you from hurting yourself and causing any harm to your body. The left side of her brain kicked in immediately as she quickly restrained yourself from harming yourself. The other way you could harm yourself was your incapability to breathe in enough air. Your blurring sight proved that if you weren't able to breathe normally soon, you would soon pass out.

"Match my breathing with me, ok." She said, not starting until she saw you lightly shake your head. Confirming that you were listening. "Deep breath in." She took a deep breath in and held it for a couple of seconds, prompting you to do the same. It was a struggle for you to gain control of your breathing again. Once you were able to focus on her words and instructions your eyesight was clearing up. So was the shakiness in your hands and the urge to continue and scratch and scratch until your skin was gone. The clammy feeling slowly dispersed and so did the uncomfortable feeling you were getting from touching everything around.

"Are you ok?" Ocean asked. Her brows and mouth slightly downturned. You haven't known each other for long, but you can tell she clearly cares about you. Making sure that you were no longer in your mini-panicking state.

"Y-yeah yeah. Im ... im good. Thank you." The thank you was the scariest thing that came out of your mouth that day. Looking up into her eyes with your own teary ones sealing the deal. That being the first time you actually made eye contact that day, it shows how much you cared and appreciated what she had done for you if she wasn't there who knows what would happened. How you might have hurt yourself the more you broke down. Good thing that never happened and definitely won't ever happen. (wink wink nudge nudge)

It was obvious Ocean wanted to know what happened before she entered the room that caused you to go into a panic attack, but sensing that it would be insensitive to ask straight away she decided against it. For the remaining minutes, the two of you sat side by side on the large box. Not a word was spoken to each other. The quiet was calming, it felt peaceful. The only sound was your heavy breaths as you continued to calm yourself down from the incident. Ocean didn't say anything. Not really knowing if she should say anything. She decided that making sure that you were fine for the remainder of the lunch period would be better than trying to make awkward small talk, or just leaving altogether.

Once the bell rang you pushed yourself up from the box and walked towards the door. Catching a peak of the porcelain doll on the box in front of the door and shivering. As you walked out you felt Ocean eyes continue to track your every move. Her not making any moves to leave when the bell rang, unlike yourself. You didn't think much of it, your head being somewhere else. As you walk down the dim hallway to your next class you jump up from another thump hitting the small window.

"Jesus fucking christ. What the hell."

You quietly mutter some curses under your breath as you peered into the window to be met with the sight of three dead crows. The third being the newest. You turn back to and quickly power walk away from the trio of dead birds. Having no idea why they keep committing suicide by slamming themselves into the window you decided to look it up later.

You arrived at your next class, doing your usual sweep of the students attending your class. You first started doing this because you wanted to get used to the faces that were gonna be surrounding you. Then it turned into you trying to search for Penny or any sign of her. You want to think that you continue to do this habit today to look for your missing friend, but the longer the day went on. The more you realized why you were searching the room. It was pathetic really. Or at least you thought it was. You continued to search each class in hopes of seeing the inky soft hair you saw last night. As you sat down your mind continued to linger on the thought of your dream boy. Not wanting to think about what had happened in the choir room any longer. Locking it away in the back of your mind.

To distract yourself from the things you did not want to face, and the boredom of your current classes. You continued to think of the boy your heart seemed to long for. A part of you felt that it was pitiful. To have fallen for a boy you have never met and most likely, does not exist. The other part of you though, wants him. No not want. Needs him. To hear him speak. To feel his fingertips run against your arms. Even the thought of it causing you to shiver slightly. The part of you would not be satisfied until you had an interaction with the dream boy. You scoffed internally. 'Like that would ever happen.'

As far as you know he does not exist. Just a figment of your imagination. Something your brain could've created to give yourself comfort in these stressful times. You believed the part of your brain that hated the idea of obsessing over this fictional man. (looking at you guys) You wanted to get rid of the thought of him. You decided to give yourself the day to let your heart fall into the fake scenarios that your brain created of the man. Just giving yourself the day to feel the ecstasy of having a crush.

You always hated the idea of crushes. For most crushes only lasted a week, maybe two at most. That's how it was for all of the other girls in school back in the city. For you it was different. You've only ever had two real crushes in the past. Both of them lasting around two to three years. Insane I know, but you never seemed to let go. Your heart clinging on although you knew they would never like you back. They never did. As a matter of a fact you almost going to graduate high school and you never had your first kiss. It's shameful really. That's why you hated the thought of liking someone romantically. After past experiences, you learned that it always ended with you feeling worse about yourself than before. At Least this time you won't have to face rejection.

While getting home you made yourself a game plan. Something to stick to that will make this stupid little crush to go away. In your brain, this will help you stay on track and not let yourself give in to the way a crush feels. At first, it feels wonderful to admire someone, but the longer you have it the worse it gets. You would know what it's like, and having a crush on a boy you say momentarily in a dream in a no-no. Him only existing in your mind will cause the crush to slowly eat at you. The only way your past crushes went away was because you lost contact with them. Giving your brain nothing to cling to. That won't work for a boy entirely made in your mind.

Your plan is to give yourself a day to be a lovesick fool. You don't want to admit it but at first, it feels good to have a crush. Not having one in a while you just want to feel it again. Giving yourself a day lets you not get too hung up on the feelings. If you let yourself act like this for any longer you would lose control over your feelings. That won't be good.

Tomorrow you'll focus on finding a new boy. Look around your classes and find the one that you think is the most attractive or someone that you find charming. Try to talk with them and develop a friendship. This would be killing two birds with one stone. You were in desperate need of a friend who wasn't missing or someone you only seemed to see at lunch. This will give you a new friend and someone to distract yourself with. If everything goes to plan you'll be able to get feelings for this new guy and not think about the dream boy any longer. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get yourself a boyfriend. Who knows.

In your mind, this was the best thing you can think of. Fighting fire with fire.

Little did you know this would backfire in a way you would never expect.

.........

Arriving home you opened the door and quickly headed downstairs into your room. Not going to give your mom your usual greeting and recap talk. Being so focused you didn't realize that your mother wasn't there at all.

You jogged down the steps and headed straight to your bed. Taking off your sneakers along the way and shedding your backpack before you hopped onto your mattress. You grabbed your homework from your bag to start it and finish it as fast as you can. Wanting to get it out of the way so you can do other things.

On your way home and after making your game plan you had some time to think. One thing you remembered you wanted to search up was what was up with those freaky ass crows. Three of them have slammed themselves into the hallway window. One yesterday and two today. Not only that but the stuff with the painting. You didn't want to confront it and had no plan of doing so, but after some thought you decided not to. Leaving the experience as locked away as you can and bottling up the experience. You didn't want to confront the feelings that you felt but you did have questions you wanted answered. You marked it all up to this shitty town you just had to move to. You have no idea why you even moved. You have wanted to ask your mom about it but never did. As you thought that it was the town's fault for everything that has happened you wanted to do some research. Wanting to look at everything you can about the town online.

Finishing your homework in record time, you jumped up to one of the boxes in the corner of the room. Starting to gain dust. You rub your finger across the top of it and cringing. Reminding you that you still had to fully unpack. You opened it at grabbed the laptop from under all of the random things you had stuffed in there. Grabbing it and setting it on your bed you open it up to find out that it had more power. Internally groaning you went back to the box to fish out the charger and plug the laptop in. Sitting down on the bed and sighing. With all of the initial adrenaline going away you think of what to do to pass the time. Your eyes wander over to the closet, remembering that there were things still left to discover.

You walked over to the mini walk-in closet and look around. Running your fingertips along your clothes and some of the ones you decided to keep, remembering you had to do your laundry. Pushing that thought to the back of your brain you bent down to grab the small box stuffed in the back of the closet. You grabbed it and opened the lid. Remembering the last time you opened it was your second night here, to watch the saw movie. You left the movie discarded on the table that was holding the TV up. Never feeling bothered to put it back. Thinking back onto that night reminded you of the soothing scent you smelt and the feeling of someone next to you. 'Just another weird ass thing that happened in this town' You say brushing it off. Only adding to your want to search about uranium.

Grabbing the box and plopping down onto the bed, the first thing that caught your interest was an iPod. Grabbing you went through the songs added onto it. Mostly rap songs with the occasional rock or indie rock song. Expected from the posters adorning the walls. Continuing to shift through the box you take notice of five pieces of paper. Four of them being white leaf paper folded to fit into envelopes. The remaining one is a postcard. Grabbing the square piece of paper you see the printing on the front to be a view of a large building with a mint green dome for a roof. The background is full of large silver skyscrapers.

On the bottom of the photo saying "HELLO FROM KYIV" Using your lacking geographical skill you remember that Kyiv was the capital of either Ukraine or Russia. You weren't sure which. Flipping it over you look at the words and try to read them, only to realize they were in another language. Makes sense if it was coming from Ukraine or Russia.

до Міша Бачінскі

                Ми сподіваємося, що у вашій новій сім'ї все добре. Ми надсилаємо цього листа з деякими сумними новинами. На жаль, сьогодні вранці твоя мати померла. Лікарі кажуть, що через отруєння ураном. Якщо у вас і вашої нової сім'ї немає грошей на похорон, ми змушені поховати її в могилі, яка оплачується податками, без похорону. 

                                                      Наші глибокі вибачення. ЮНІСЕФ.

Not understanding a lick of the language you continued to study the paper and noticed slightly faded tear stains. It would be hard to notice with one glance but it was definitely there. 'Poor guy' Not being able to read it caused you to lose interest fast and toss it back into the boxes. Grabbing the folded sheets of paper, you open them up to be met with writing in the same language. The writing was more messy and sprawled out than the neater and more formal postcard. You notice the same tear stains on two of the pieces of paper. The other two not having any trace of tears. Frowning you folded the pieces of paper back up a throwing them into the box. Feeling empathy for the kid but also disappointed that you didn't learn anything new about the mystery teen who lived here before you.

Tossing the box onto the floor you grabbed your laptop to see if it would turn on and it did. You immediately typed in your passcode and went to Google. Your first search being "What does it mean when crows hit windows." That being the first thing on your mind. Scrolling down the results you see the usual ones about birds' visions and them not being able to see glass but one result caught your eye. You see one result about the symbology and the meaning of a crow hitting a window. Clicking on the link you start reading the contents. Apparently, when a crow hits a window it means something bad is going to happen. This caused your eyes to widen. You were left with two options. Either this was the universe telling you that this town is bad news and to leave, or it's just the birds having shit eyes. Thinking about it the bid did first hit the window when I met Constance and Ocean. Then again when I had the moment with the painting.

You wouldn't think of the two girls as a bad thing. Yeah, they were a little weird with their first impressions but today ocean proved to you that she cared and was a good friend. The crow hitting the window today being the main red flag. Either it was warning you about the anxiety attack you were gonna get or it was just a stupid coincidence. You left it as a coincidence as you never believed in that superstition stuff and continued your search. The next thing you searched up was "Uranium City"

You click on the first link being wikipedia, not bothering to scroll. Reading it you took mind to bits that you felt were important to know. It told you that the population was 90. Makes sense didn't think there would be too many people here. Scanning over the history you read what catches your eye. Parts that told you how uranium was used for mines, specifically mining Uranium (who would've guessed) this caused the population to grow a thrive. That was until the closure of the mines in 1982 that caused many residents to move. Leading it to be the small town it is today. After scrolling a bit on the wiki page you didn't seem to find anything you wanted. You started to read the recent news section. All you were able to read was "fall fair accident" before you heard your mother call your name from the stairs. Leading you to close your computer and forget anything about the fall fair and what this accident may be.

postcard translation -  To Mischa Bachinski

We hope that you are doing well with your new family. We send this letter with some unfortunate news. Sadly your mother has passed away this morning. The doctors say it's due to uranium poisoning. Unless you and your new family have the money for a funeral, we are forced to bury her in a tax supported grave with no funeral. 

                                                            Our deepest apologies. The UNICEF

I might write what Mischa wrote on those letters. Let me know if you guys want to see that. Was not expecting this chapter to almost be the same size as the last one oops.

[gushalperswife]

Mischa headcannons!

-Mans cant cook shit, he tried. He trys so hard to cook but ends up buring it. The only thing he can cook is those lyrics

-I frimly belive he would be oh so kind to ricky, Noel and you. Fuck everyone else. Yall tree matter most

-If your a singer. Hes always listening to you sing. One time you sung him to sleep and you deny it everytime he says it.

-Imagine your first kiss like this. You invited him over to your house and you two take a walk. The sun is setting and your admireing it. You say the sun set is beautiful. He says your more beautiful then the sun set, makes you look at him softly and he kisses you. AHHHHHH

-Lets you and you alone play with his hair. Like you two could be at choir rehersal and hes sitting i front of you, your sitting an a chair hes on the floor and your just playing with his curly hair.

-In his phone your name is "My pretty girl💘" and in yours its "My pretty boy💞"

-One time noel saw this and he always makes fun of yall for it.

-Speaking of noel. Yall are like such an iconic friend group. When yall have sleepoevrs yall are up timm 4am watching stupid movies.

-Mischas fave movie is 100% Suiside squad, One of noels is little miss sunshine

-Noel being the third wheel

-You three would go on road thrips and every hour and a half someone else gets the aux. It would start with mischa,noel then you. If someone falls asleep. They would contenue to the person before thems playlist

-Hear me out. He watches Grays Anatomy for hours.

-If you ever fall asleep on him he would literally tell everyone to shut the fuck up. No noise. The baby is sleeping.

-He hates. HATES. Small dogs. Unless its like a french bulldog.

-He also has something agaisnt cats. He dont hate them he just doesnt like them

-yall would get matching tattoos. Like something dumb too. Like microphones, smiley faces, muisic notes, continuing rap lyrics from like Eminem

-He has a tattoo that looks like a peice of lined paper so he can write stuff he needs to remeber on it

-He has such poor memory too

Thats all i got right now

[str4wb3rry-m1lksh4k3s]

C4RN1V4L D4T3S

Hello once again! Ive recently had motivation for writing so.. here! Take some scenarios for RTC Kids on a Carnival Date with the reader! In this AU, the accident has not happened.

Also! My requests are always open, and any character is allowed, but if i feel uncomfortable with the request i will disregard it. Anyways, onto the writing!

TW // Heavy kissing for one of them, and a LOT of fluff.

Ocean O'Connell

- Ocean would take you on the bumper cars, but you'll be holding on TIGHT to the safety bar. She's a reckless driver.

- You'd play the balloon dart game and win her a stuffed animal and she just overall adores it more than anything. She holds it tight and refuses to go on any fast paced rides in fear of losing it.

- YOU. BOTH. GET. DEEP. FRIED. OREOS. If you're allergic to chocolate, or don't eat junk food, she'd definitely buy you both some healthier snacks like veggie straws and such.

- Walking around holding hands while she drags you around to whatever catches her eye! (I think she's adorable guys.)

-🎡-

Noel Gruber

- He definitely critiques the live bands and food. He'd have his arm around your waist as you guys walked around.

- He'd take you on the Ferris Wheel, and you both laugh and tell jokes to one another. Definitely gazing at him while he stares at the scenery!

- You'd have matching bracelets/henna tattoos too and he'd show the choir at the next meeting and brag about you to them. This guy adores his boyfriend/partner to no end.

- "Do you want to go check out the shops nearby?" "Hell yeah!"

-🎡-

Constance Blackwood

- She'd get you whatever you even show the slightest interest in. Rainbow cottan candy? In your hands, but you're sharing because she deserves it. A necklace from the vendors? Done deal!

- Definitely takes photos of you when you're playing games! She likes being able to look at the pictures when she's down, and it's with her significant other!

- You guys definitely had a sleepover after and watched some silly rom-coms. I feel like Constance would absolutely LOVE Adam Sandler films, and binge them with you.

- "Hey, I saw you look at the jewelry at the small shop in the corner and got you this!" "Awe, you're the best!"

-🎡-

Penny Lamb/Jane Doe

- She takes you on the "horror" themed rides, and you both love that thrill! Anything fast paced that gets your brain going is definitely something you two will do.

- You buy her anything and everything. As a play on her last name, you bought her a cutesy little lamb stuffed animal, and she laughed and kept it close to her the entire day.

- Expect little kisses on the cheek when it feels like it's nobody but you and her in the entire park (despite the obvious crowd). She's not big on PDA in my opinion, but will definitely let you know she loves you.

- "Do you like it?" "The lamb is going to stay with my doll. Thank you for it!" <3

-🎡-

Ricky Potts

- He was iffy to go at first, but you both went on the merry go round mainly, and would sit in the spots that don't move.

- You know sign language and order for him, but he ends up paying and you can't stop him. Well, you could, but it makes him happy to do something in return for you.

- You guys would sit on a bench and he'd explain his Fictional fantasy world, and you'd listen and encourage his creativeness! You don't think it's gross because it's quite sexual, but you do offer ideas for it!

- 'You don't find it weird?' "Of course not! I think it's fascinating!"

-🎡-

Mischa Bachinski

- You guys definitely made out in the corner sheilded away from the crowds. Lets just say you had to hide your neck with your school uniform collar the next day.

- You guys had a competition on who could win the most games, and of course he won. Loser had to do whatever the winner wanted, but there were limits of course!

- You bought him dinner, and he got you a giant stuffed animal from the 'athletic' games. Like hanging off the pole for a certain amount of time. It was a giant stuffed bear with a red bow!

- "I'll carry this for you коханий!" "Awe, thanks love!"

[cece693]

Handcuffs (Hannibal Lecter x GN! Reader)

Just wanted a break from writing Percy Jackson fics, so here's something for my favorite slasher :)

Summary: You made Hannibal Lecter fall in love with you, however, that doesn't mean that your cannibal suddenly turns into a normal person. You can't declaw a predator, nor do you want to.

tags: possessive Hannibal, reader loves him, insecurity, handcuffs, no funny business though ☹️

Hannibal was a man of little emotions, his person suit knitted tightly to conceal the darkness he harbored within. But after he met you, that meticulous facade he had spent his entire life perfecting turned to nothing. He allowed you to see him—see past the elegant, cultured mask to the predator lurking beneath. You saw the monster Hannibal Lecter was, and loved him regardless. You didn’t flinch from the truths others would fear, didn’t shy away from the hunger in his eyes or the blood on his hands. You accepted him, wholly, and in that acceptance, Hannibal found a kind of vulnerability he had never allowed himself to feel.

So, to be frightened of losing that bond—over something as trivial as a fleeting conversation—was not irrational to him. You and he were bound together, sewn tightly by an unspoken understanding, an irrevocable trust. It was not love in the conventional sense; it was something deeper, darker, like two conjoined twins who could not survive a separation. You were his, and the very idea of another daring to encroach on what belonged to him was an affront Hannibal could not tolerate.

You lay on the bed, one wrist tethered to the headboard by a pair of handcuffs. The metal was cool and unyielding against your skin, biting just enough to remind you of your restraints without truly hurting. Hannibal stood beside you, his form still as he observed you with that unnerving intensity, his eyes reflecting the dim light like those of a wolf caught between the urge to protect its territory and to devour it whole.

There was no anger in his face, only a calm so controlled it bordered on unnerving. It was the kind of calm that came before a storm—before a decision was made, or a life was taken. You knew better than to argue. The situation was absurd in its own way, but also unmistakably Hannibal. This was his way of showing love, his twisted, possessive proof that he could not and would not risk losing you. After all, if he didn’t care, you would not be breathing right now.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you said quietly, meeting his gaze with steady resolve. “You know that, Hannibal.”

He remained silent, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he watched you. Then he took a step closer, his fingers brushing over the curve of your cheek, trailing down to your jaw. The touch was gentle, but there was a possessiveness in the way his thumb grazed your skin.“The fault is not yours,” he conceded, his voice a low murmur. “But there are others—pigs—who think they can encroach upon what is mine.”

He moved his hand lower, letting his fingers curl around the cuff on your wrist. “I am not a man who shares,” he continued, his voice like dark velvet, smooth but edged with something dangerous. “Nor am I one who takes kindly to trespassers. You belong to me.”

“And I do,” you replied softly, letting the words fall between you like a vow. “You don’t have to worry. No one else even comes close.”

For a moment, Hannibal's expression softened, though only slightly. He leaned in, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with something unmistakably him. “You speak as though you understand,” he whispered, his lips brushing lightly against your ear, “but humans are fickle creatures. Even the strongest bonds can unravel if pulled upon by the wrong hands.”

You tilted your head just enough for it to hover near his ear. A whisper, a vow. “Not ours. Not this.” You rattled the cuff slightly for emphasis, giving a faint smile. “You don’t need these, Hannibal. You know I’m not going anywhere.”

A shadow of something almost like doubt flickered in Hannibal's face, which you didn't catch. Hannibal was not a man who often second-guessed himself, but when it came to you, there was a vulnerability he despised, a quiet dread that perhaps, one day, he would wake to find you gone.

Instead of unlocking the cuff, Hannibal eased himself onto the bed beside you. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he slid close, his arm looping around your waist with a possessive grip that didn’t quite loosen. He pressed his chest against your side, his legs intertwining with yours as though to form a barrier, ensuring you could not slip away even if you wanted to.

You felt his breath stir the hairs on the back of your neck as he spoke, his voice low and almost tender. “It is not you I distrust,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. “It is the world. The world is full of banal, foolish people who do not understand the bond we share. I will not allow anyone to fracture it.”

His hand moved up your back, his fingers splaying against your spine as though grounding himself in the reality of your presence. “You have spoiled me, my dear,” he continued, his tone dropping to a near whisper, “with your loyalty, with your love. And now, I am left with the knowledge that I could not bear to be without you.”

You nestled closer to him, feeling the tension gradually bleed from his form as he adjusted his hold around you. The handcuff remained fastened, but it felt less like a restraint now, more like a reminder of his claim on you. His thumb traced small circles over your skin, soothing in its rhythm.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said softly, your voice laced with affection. “You’re stuck with me, Hannibal. Whether you like it or not.”

He let out a low, almost inaudible chuckle, a rare sound that warmed your heart and made you fall more in love with this monster. “Indeed,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as though he could seal the promise into your skin. “And I would not have it any other way.”

As his breathing began to slow, the grip around your waist eased just enough to allow you to shift comfortably against him. But even in sleep, his arm remained draped over you, his fingers curling possessively into the fabric of your clothes. It was a silent promise, a wordless reminder that even in his most vulnerable moments, he would not let you go.

You listened to the rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat, steady and strong, a soothing lullaby that seemed almost out of place for a man who carried so much darkness inside him. But it was real—just like his love for you, just like the monster you had chosen to love in return.

As the darkness of the room wrapped around you both, you let your eyes close, feeling the weight of his possessiveness settle over you like a protective shroud. There was comfort in knowing that you belonged to him—and that he belonged to you in return, even if it was in the most unconventional, twisted way.

[chachued]

࿐ ˗ˏˋ lego date with lando norris

it started with cars in the basket. big and small. then the lego bouquets. or simply singular flowers. picking and choosing any set that looks cool on display. rushing home — laying on the carpeted floor. spending hours upon hours because the both of you got distracted by a show playing in the background. stressing when lando accidentally loses a piece. him needing help when he combined two parts that weren’t right. going to get snacks and coming back to an assortment of messes. lando repeating the words “what can i do without you?”

[loveundrwrld]

femboy yan x reader

(cw: manipulation, stalking, lovebombing, general yandere shenanigans)

mischa is on the shorter side and has a cutesy, soft, pastel aesthetic. everyone at his college underestimates him severely because of it.

he successfully pretends to be a scaredy-cat, crybaby, sweet guy who only likes pretty things and hates gross things, leaning into his cuteness. it's so funny to see people do whatever he asks for just for him, just to make sure he's not upset. it makes him feel like a pampered princess.

this also works to reel you in. you see him whining about something and, deciding to be nice, you ask this stranger "what's wrong?"

you take the spider out of his dorm room and place it outside for him, grimacing all the while. (he isn't actually bothered by bugs- but he thinks it's hilarious that you would do this for him, even though you clearly are bothered. he loves that.)

you continue to baby him and do things for him, thinking all the while that you're just doing favors for a friend. you like to feel helpful, so at first, you're more than happy to do what he asks. little do you know, this starts to make his little crush on you snowball into a deep obsession.

he realizes just how deep he is after seeing you be nice and helping someone else . . . he'd never really paid any attention to that kind of thing before, but now? he can't stand the sight of you treating other people like him. why are you letting yourself get walked all over by trash like that? if it was him . . . well, he'd also do that to you, but he'd deserve it!

after a while, he stops asking other people for requests and favors completely. after knowing what it's like to be coddled by you? he's not taking any replacements.

he's always very touchy- he holds your hand, cuddles, you, hugs you, etc. all the time. he especially loves to lay his head in your lap. and when he starts to really get obsessed with you, this becomes a constant thing. he'll take any excuse to cling right to you.

he starts to use his innocent façade to his advantage, believing it helps him be fairly blatant with his problematic behavior without you getting too mad. he broke into your dorm room to sleep in your bed? that's just because he has nightmares :,( you can't be upset with him!

if you start saying no to him, making excuses for why you can't hang out with him, or push his arms away from a hug . . . he'll start crying, loudly, until you regret your decisions. he'll make himself out to be a victim- why are you being so distant, aren't you supposed to be his friend? if you try ghosting him, he'll blow up your phone with calls and messages.

the second you apologize to him or let him have his way, he's all over you. giving you sweet gifts, spoiling you, cuddling you, and telling you how much you mean to him.

mischa sends you "cute" little love notes in your mailbox to mess with you. he just loves seeing you confused and a little frightened- and he hopes you'll come to him for comfort. if you ask him to stop, he'll just act confused. he never sent any notes to you. do you want to sleep in his room for a few days, since you seem to have a stalker? he won't mind :) he'll let you cuddle with his plushies if it makes you feel any better!

after a while he gets tired of pretending to just be your "good friend." why wait any longer? you've let him come this far (reluctantly.)

now that you two are dating- you're going to spend even more time with him, of course. you don't want to upset your boyfriend, after all, do you?

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Mischa x reader

[serendipitous-girl]

mischa is the most romantic boy in town, in a different way than noel. he feels with his entire heart, is entire being. he is incapable of being nonchalant.

mischa is so loving and supportive, he cares si deeply and so fully. mischa loves.

if you were to date mischa you would be the luckiest person on the planet. mischa will show you everyday how much he loves you, with his randomly poetic words and his silly personality. not everyone can understand mischa but he truly does care and he shows it in his own way.

he cares even for the smallest of things. he is constantly filled with passion for other humans, for the world, for everything natural or otherwise. he loves.

[mischa-and-leos-wife]

yoo i love ur mischa headcannons. can i ask for some more plz :3 more specifically if u want like a mischa x anxious reader?

ofc i can!! ok warning but even though i have a diagnosed anxiety disorder, i suck at writing characters with anxiety so if you have anything to make this more accurate, please let me know!

i feel like if you started getting really anxious at like a party or something he’d like take you outside or in a separate room and just hold you and stuff

if you didn’t want to go and do/ask something by yourself he’d definitely go with you or just do it for you

hes either the worst or the BESTTTT

he’ll just hug you and like kiss your forehead while you talk about whatever it is that’s on your mind

or if you don’t want to talk, he will just yap and yap and yap lmao

he knows what sort of things you want to avoid bc they make you anxious, so he’d never even think of pushing you to do them

he’d probably play his music to “help you” 😭🙏

like you could be literally shaking and can barely speak and he’d just be like “don’t worry! i have the perfect thing!” and it’s just overly auto-tuned bad hip hop that he made in his adoptive parents basement

he loves you so much and would do absolutely anything to help you or make you smile

he’d probably start making really bad jokes just so he could make you laugh

if you start getting anxious while you’re out somewhere, he’d squeeze your hand and take you to a more private area (if there is one) and just try to say comforting things to you

he found out that really sour candy can help people from spiraling when anxious, so he always has some on hand if you want it

ok that’s it for now! let me know if you have any more requests! ♡︎

[ch2rub]

~ Who are you? ~ A Mischa x Reader fic

Ch-4/1

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Posted onto all platforms- July 24, 2024

You open your eyes to be met with darkness. Only a bit of the moonlight being let into your room from a small window. You look towards you alarm clock to see it says 3:00 am. As you sit up drowsily with you school uniform sticking to your skin with sweat, you sit to think.

'never should've taken that nap.'

you sat there feeling disgusting and not at all refreshed. Like you didn't just wake up from a long nap. You rub your eyes to get rid of some of the crust as you realize some problems.

1. you smell horrible.

2. You have so much homework you weren't able to get done.

3. There is something up with this town.

You start on the first problem. opting to get up and walk towards the bathroom upstairs to take a shower. Trying to be a quiet as you can but of course everything is ten times louder than it normally would be. With each step the stairs let out a loud creek. You tried your best to shuffle on the floor boards to minimise the amount of sound your making but it did nothing to dampen each groan the wood made. After having to travel through the dark halls of your new house, almost getting lost in the large home you were able to arrive in the bathroom. Letting out a sigh as you got ready to clean yourself. You strip and turned on the shower to let it heat up. After a minute the shower was at your perfect temperature so you stepped inside.

Feeling you body relax as you let the warm water cascade down your back. You stand in the shower for a second, letting your brain process everything that has happened so far. After moving to uranium everything seemed to have happened so fast you couldn't get a moment to relax and think. It was only wednesday and yet so much has happened since you arrived on sunday. As you stood there you thought back onto the previous days and everything that had happened. As far as you know this town makes feels a little off. Not only was it those two girls you met yesterday but the constant feeling that you are being watched. Last night you immediately assumed you had a stalker but after some thinking, this is a really small town. Nothing that interesting would be happening here. Especially to you. Nothing ever happens to you that's odd. Except for what you saw earlier in your moms studio.

You shudder as you think back on it. You tried to forget it but it stays in your mind. You decide to think about it later as you continued your shower. Once you were done you turned of the showerhead and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping a warm towel around you and grabbing your dirty uniform. You quickly made you way through the dark hallways down into your room. You quickly change into a large t shirt and some shorts. You sit down on your bed and decide to do the homework you didn't do earlier in the day. Grabbing your bag you pull out notebooks and pencils getting to work.

.........

After 10 minutes or so you've finished all of the work. 'fucking hate math' You set your pencil down and stuff everything into your bag. A quick glance to the clock next to your bed lead you to the decision that you should get to sleep. Hoping you wont feel like shit for being up so late, you let yourself fall onto your pillow. Trying to close your eyes and rest but of course it's not that easy. You shuffle around a little bit trying to get comfortable under your blankets but nothing helps. You curl up into yourself under your covers trying to fall asleep and not let your thoughts eat at you. Knowing yourself you knew the longer you stayed awake the more you'll think about the stuff you continue to try and avoid. The feelings and experiences you wished would just disappear. Some recent some older.

You finally start dozing off after many, many minutes. Before you know it you wake up again but not in the same place you fell asleep. Well it is the same place but it looks different. It looks like how it was when you moved in. Except more lived in. You sat up confused looking around. You noticed a teen in your room. Pacing back and forth in front of the bed, Mumbling something under his breath.

The boy ran his fingers through his dark raven hair. He has olive skin and kissable lips. His brows furrowed as he continues to stress out about something you have no clue about. You continue to stare at him. Sort of locked in a trance. Admiring the way his lips move and the way his fingers comb through his soft hair. You continue to look him up and down. Looking at his dark brown eyes and the way they shift around the room. He stops his pacing and slumps down onto the floor. Sitting against the wall and pulling his knees up to his chest. Resting his head onto his legs and interlocking his hands around his knees. This sudden movement knocks you out of the trance you where in as you start to panic.

"Hello?!" You shout. Hoping to find some answers as to who he is, what happened to the room you were occupying, and why he was in that said room. Your shout landed onto deaf ears as the boy continues to sit against the wall. You slowly get up from the bed and walk towards him. Taking a deep breath as you try and tap him. Trying to get his attention. This leads to your hand going through his arm as if you were a hologram. You gasp and back up from the boy. Starting to freak yourself out, you sit down next to him. Having no clue what to do. As you sit there the sound of sniffing got you attention. You turn your head towards the boy next to you. You see his shoulder shaking and quiet sobs coming from the boy. You feel empathy and wish you could comfort the stranger but after your first failed attempt you don't try to touch him again. Not wanting to make yourself panic more.

You look around the room to see it emptier than it was when you first moved in. You notice no posters adorning the walls, or some of the little things that were put in there that gave it character. It looked more empty that it did when you first arrived. You look back to the boy next to you. His figure dwarfing you although both of you were sat. You tilt your head slightly as you try and make out the words silently coming for his lips. The harder you tried to listen and figure out what he was saying the less sense it made. The words sounded like gibberish. Like he was speaking different language. You didn't know what language it was but it sure as hell wasn't english. He looked up and wiped his eyes. The sight of his red puffy eyes and red nose caused your heart to squeeze. Seeing him in this state saddened you more than you thought it would. Of course you felt empathy for the crying boy. You wouldn't be human if you didn't, but you felt bad for him in a different way. Almost like seeing you life long friend break apart. The only difference being is that you didn't know this boy. He was a stranger. Seeing his beautiful eyes water as tears threatened to continue spill made you want to reach out and hug him. To hold him tight and comb your finger through his soft hair. To whisper into his ear and tell him everything would be ok.

"Fucking pathetic" He mutters. Standing up from the ground and wiping his eyes one last time. This snapped you out of your thoughts as you took notice to his heavy accent. He grabbed a small ipod from the nightstand next to the mattress and plugged the headphones into his ears. Closing his eyes and resting his head against the wall as he sat down onto the makeshift bed. Breathing in and out a couple of times. While this happens all you can think about is his accent as you continue to stare at him. Caught up in the same trance you were in earlier. You wish you can hear him speak again. Finding to adore his heavy accent right away.

You eyes quickly snap open after an alarm blared into you ear. Rolling onto your side with a groan you slap you alarm clock to turn it off.

7:00 AM

With a sigh you turn back onto you back. The boy was a dream. You kinda wish it wasn't. Thinking about his ebony locks and thick accent. Omg do you long to hear him speak again. To have him whisper into you ear while he held you close to himself. He was the boy of you dreams. Key word being dreams as he does not exist and never will. He was just some kid in you dream. There's no reason to continue to think about him.

You shake you head, trying to get rid of your thoughts as if you were an etch-a-sketch. You sit up and stretch your arms above you hea, hearing the joints pop. You lazily get out of the bed and walk up the stairs to get ready for the day. You walk into the bathroom and do your business. Brushing your teeth, washing your face, and using the restroom. You walk down into your room and get dressed into your uniform. You head back up the stairs into the kitchen to have some breakfast. Expecting to see you mother in the kitchen it caught you off guard when she was nowhere to be seen. Your first thought was that she just slept in late but you know your mother. You know she never sleeps in.

You look up to the door of her room to see it shut. You quickly look outside and still see her car parked in the driveway so you decide to go with the option that it was a one off day, and she did sleep in late. Everything was fine. You tried to convince yourself that but you knew it wasn't true. Whatever was going on here was not right. You start making yourself a bowl of cereal so you don't end up being late. You quickly poor some milk into the bowl after pouring your favorite cereal. You grab a spoon and start eating. After a couple of minutes you place the dirty dishes into the sink and walk towards the door. Grabbing you skateboard that was resting to the side of the door and opening it. You walk down your driveway and take a running start before you lay down the board and hop onto it. The running start giving you some momentum to start riding straight away.

.........

You arrive at your school. Yay :/

You get to your homeroom, not stopping at your locker because you opted to bringing your bag with you everywhere. You sat down at the desk you claimed as your own and looked around the room once or twice. Hoping to see Penny's face again, as usual. Or maybe even the two new girls you met. Ocean and Constance. Were they a little weird. Yeah, but you need to make new friends. As expected you didn't see the three girls but that wasn't what was bothering you. As much as you didnt want to admit it that boy you saw in your dream was still on your mind. A little of you hoping that he would be in your class. Although you knew how unlikely it was and that this was just some random guy your brain created, there was still a little part of you hoping that one day you would meet him. Maybe even just admire him from afar.

You took a deep breath. Closing your eyes and laying your head against your desk. You had about 20 mins of free time in homeroom. Not having any work to do, or any friends to talk to. You sat there with your head against your desk and your eyes close. Imagining how life would be like if it was perfect. If you never left the city to this small town. If you were with the boy from your dreams. If you .... if you met your father.

The loud ring of the bell took you out of your last thought. Making you get up from your desk, slinging your bag onto your shoulder and trudging off to you next class. The rest of the day went on like this. Going to class sitting down, and taking the required notes. While you arm moved over the paper to write down the info, you weren't really absorbing the information. Barley even paying attention. Your head still being in the clouds. At the beginning of first period you decided the thought of your Father wasn't worth it. There was a reason he left. There was a reason why you never met him. That unknown reason must've been enough that your mother would cringe at his name. Why he was never brought up in conversations.

You decided to leave it at that. You father wasn't worth the thought and that was that. You never knew why your father left but you never pried. Knowing how much it hurt you mother. If it pained her that much to think about it than you would never ask. Not wanting to put your mother through the tremendous amount of emotional pain that it caused her. There was this one time you asked about your father. You remember like it was yesterday. When you were little you always hoped that your father would come back. You never met him and seeing all of your friends have healthy relationships with their fathers hurt your little heart. You didn't understand why your father left, or even the fact that he abandoned you both. You thought that he left for a trip but was gonna come back. You felt satisfied leaving it at that. Making sense for you childish brain. That was until you turned seven. Finally becoming a big kid in you brain you thought you deserved to know.

Before you would alway be left in the dust. Being told that you were to young to know, and that you would understand when you were older. They were right about that. You younger self didn't get it. With that when you and your mother were setting up chairs for your birthday you assigned a seat for each person. Having yourself sit at the head of the table because it was your birthday. You left the two seats next to you empty. The right one being where you mother would sit, and the left your father. Your mother asked why you were leaving the left one empty. You told her it was for you dad when he would come back with you birthday present. A birthday present for all of the birthdays he missed. That's what you told your mother. You were convinced he would come back on your birthday. each year imagining him with a present bigger than the last. That's what you younger brain always tried to tell yourself. That that's why you wanted him there. Other than that you were fine with your mother.

Now you understand that that wasn't the truth. You know you longed for a father figure. For someone to take care of you the way your friends fathers would take care of them. Of course you still had your mother but that was different. It's different between a way a mother parents compared to a father. Without both you felt like you were missing out. Like there was a part of you heart that was missing. Now you know it will forever be missing. You had to learn that truth on that fateful day. Seeing you mothers smile falter and eyes slightly water. In her mind she new he was never gonna come back. Seeing you with that large toothy grin. Eyes sparkling with hope. Seeing her expresion told you the truth. You were young but you were smart. You were able to notice her smile falter and eyes slightly water. Seeing that told you all you needed to know. Hearing her response further deepen the blade. The fact that he wasn't coming back and never will.

"BRRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGG"

You were taken from your thoughts by the bell for the second time that day. This time you were grateful for it. Knowing that if nothing took you from the thought of you father you would forever sit there. Thinking about that painful thought forever. Grabbing your bag you start walking towards the choir room. It was lunchtime and you finally gave up on looking for Penny. You already knew at this point that she wasn't going to be in the lunch room so why try. A small part of you wanted to go to the lunch room to try and look for those dark caramel brown eyes. To see those beautiful features again. Your brain stopped your heart from looking for you dream boy. Anyone would be able to tell that he would only be a dream. Only being able to see him while you daydream.

You walk down the same eerie hall that lead to the choir room. Feeling the same anxiety you felt everytime you walk down this hall. Why do you feel this way, you had no qlue. Maybe it was the way the air always seemed colder down this hall. The breeze causing you to shiver. Maybe it was the way there seemed to be no lights down the hall. Giving the hall a creepy darkness to it. The only light source being a window. A window that birds seemed to love throwing themselves at as another crow flew into it. You jumped from the unexpected thump from the bird forcefully hitting the glass. You look towards the window to be met with the gruesome sight of two dead birds. One you remember being a day older, as yesterday a crow threw itself full force at the window.

You turn back to face forward. Being freaked out at the fact that two day in a row a crow flew into the same window you quickly walked to the choir room. Not full on sprinting but quicker than a normal walk. You open the choir room down and quickly closed it behind yourself. You slightly caught off guard by a new item being in the room. Among the usual dusty boxes, your met with a canvas being propped on on of the boxes. You walk closer to it recognizing the figure painted onto the canvas. It's the same painting that you saw in your mother's studio.

The figure of a girl in a saint cassian uniform without a head being painted onto the canvas with shaky and disheveled lines. You can tell that each shake in the lines where the same as the painting from you home. This was the same painting that you mother made. How did it get to you school you had no idea. You didn't think about it for long as a chill went along your spine as you started to see it move again. It moved its arms up showing a porcelain doll. The doll had curly hair and pitch black holes for eyes. The girl let go of the doll. Letting it drop with an ear piercing crack. The doll somehow managed to make it out of the painting. Dropping onto the ground in front of you. The porcelain head cracking off of it neck. Slowly rolling to your feet.

Your eyes grew wide staring at the head, slightly kicking it with you foot. Making it roll and have the face face you. The dark beady eyes staring at you. You quickly turn your head at the painting. Seeing the girl move again she reached her hands out. Grabbing the edges of the painting. You watch as the headless girl try and pull herself out of the painting. Her finger being fully in your reality. You were able to see her ghostly white skin being stained with a sicking red. Presumably blood from her wounds.

"Watcha doing?" You feel an ice cold hand be place onto you shoulder. You quickly turn around to be met with a familiar face. You quickly turn back to the painting to see it gone completely as if it was never there. The only thing being proof of its existence being the broken doll laying at your feet.

Making this two parts cuz this chapter is long. Sorry

[gushalperswife]

PRETTY LITTLE PSYCHO

yeah. Im that person now

❗TW: Mentions of murder, tourture, Swearing, Most likely insane reader

Pairing: Mischa Bachinski x !Yandre!Reader

Fandom: RIDE THE CYCLONE

Summary: mischa has been seieng this girl for a while, She loves him. Would do anything for him. Anything in the world for him. But maybe her promise gets taken too far....

"id would do anything for you" She would always say to mischa. He thought nothing of it. He only started to worry when the people that seemed to have a intrest in him go missing. He just thought they got sick. But most of them never came back again. He was talking to this girl that had a huge crush on him. His girlfriend spying on them from down the hall. Monetering her. The way she laughed, Touched him, smiled at him. Just enough for her to go crazy. Ahe would walk up to them with a smile on her face. She would kiss mischas cheek. Leaveing a lipstick mark. If that girl didnt stop she would take matters into her own hands, or her own blade. "Hey, you seem really cool, wanna meet up after school" She says to the girl.

"Yeah! Id love too" the girl says, "Great, meet me near football feild" She smiles and walks away. At the end of the day she meets up with the girl. "Whats your name?" She asks, "Margo" Margo says. "Thats so pretty, your face is really pretty" She smiles. Margo smiles back. "thank you",

"it will look real pretty on my wall" She smiles. "wait what-" Margo says then (name) grabs her and puts a towel with chloroform on it over her mouth makeing margo pass out. (Name) Drags margo to her car and lays her down (thows her) in the back seats. She would drive to a abondoned house. (name) drags margo into the bacement and ties her to a chair and waits for margo to wake up.

Margo wakes up, "morning sunshine" She say to her with a mask on her face. "W-Where am i!?" Margo says panicked. "What were your intentions with mischa." She says ro amrgo in a cold tone. "I wanted to date him! Hes so hot and attractive and-" Margo gets cut off my a knife in her gut. "Mine. The boy is mine. Not yours, he only will love me not your ragity ass. Margo." (Name) said to margo as she was sitting in shock then died. She smirks and cleans herself off. She takes off the mask to reval a smile on her face showing she is satisfied with what she has done.

She leaves the building and drives home, Once she gets home she takes a shower. Must have no evidinve on her. None. The next day people are womdering where their little margo went. "I wonder where she went.." Mischa says to his girlfriend, "Yeah, After choir you wanna come over to take your mind off things?" she asks and he nods. After choir practice they walk to her car. little did she remeber Margos white shoe, with her drawing on it, name and that she had been wearing last time anyone saw her was in the passangers seat leg space.

They get into the car and mischa sees it. "What-Is that margos sho-" He starts saying in a shakey tone. (Name) Starts freaking out and knocks him out. She drives to the buiding and dragged him inside, she untied margos dead body and threw it with the other ones. She ties mischa up and puts her mask on and sits infront of him holding her trusty knife waiting. Waiting for him to wake up. Once he wakes up he realises he isnt at her house. Insted a bloody, cold bacement with wepons on the walls and dead bodies of girls and guys that have ever liked him on the floor. "What the fuck is this." He says trieing to get out of the chair hes tied too.

"Dont bother doing that. You I would do anything for you. Looks like you didnt quite belive that fully" she said circuling around the chair. "W-What have you done! You cant just kill the people that find an intrest in me!" He yells. Accent thinkening. "Oh but yes i can. I only do it because i love you, and i dont want anyone! To take that away from me!" She says, at anyone she slits his arm with her blade. He groans, "I love you too much for that to happen" She smiles and kneels down next the the chair and puts a hand on his thigh. "So, you have two options love, either tell people what you saw and i would unfortunately have to kill both of us, Or! Stay with me and tell no one what you saw, and we will live" She says in a happy tone near the end,

"I-I need to tell someone!" He says. She didnt quite like that and slit his cheek. "No you dont." She smiles almost insanely with a slight giggle. "Tell no one." She said and he nodded profusely, "Good. Now let me patch you up! I let my anger get the best of me!" she said takeing her mask off and grabing wipes and baindaids. She patches him up and unties him. "If you tell anyone i swear to god i will stab you untill my knife goes all the way through you body." she says coldly and then holds his hand, "Okay lets go!" she smiles and they leave and go to her house. Guess this is his life now. Stuck with her or she will. Kill. Him.

i hope yall liked this! Toodles!

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Characters For Requests

Here's the characters and such for requests !!

~RTC~

Mischa Bachinski

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb

Noel Gruber

~Creepypasta~

Jeff The Killer

Ticci Toby

Ben Drowned

Jane The Killer

Eyeless Jack

Bloody Painter

~FNAF (Humanized)~

OG Freddy

Glamrock Freddy

OG Bonnie

Glamrock Bonnie

Montgomery Gator

OG Foxy

Roxanne Wolf

OG Chica

Toy Chica

Glamrock Chica

William Afton

Michael Afton

~Sally Face~

Ashley Campbell

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

~Wednesday~

Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Xavier Thorpe (debating)

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hey i was wondering how mischa from rtc would react to a reader being on their period- tysm!

Mischa... Mischa Mischa Mischa.... he calls you up because he's already on his way over to your place but he missed the sound of your voice too much to wait. Or as he put it, "my heart is a cathedral, your voice is the ringing of the bells, the doves that fly above. each moment I am away from you, it is no longer house of worship because there is no divinity, no angels to deliver salvation, no embrace of heaven's gates."

so he shows up and sees you all snuggled up on the couch in your crusty comfy bed rotting clothes, but the way he looks at you is so sincerely the way someone else would look at the most breathtaking supermodel. he looks at you with that raw ukrainian passion and rushes forward to you. he takes your face so tenderly in his hands presses your foreheads together before he kisses you.

"oh, my beloved, my kokhanyy..." your stomach always does that little twisty flippy thing when he calls you kokhanyy - beloved in ukrainian. he's been using the pet name for as long as you can remember, but it still makes you all flustered. he kisses you some more and notices you don't seem to be quite yourself. he crouches down next to you, holding your hand in both of his, kissing it and holding it to his cheek as he asks what's wrong. you tell him you woke up to your period this morning and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and not move.

"period, period..." he murmurs, trying to remember what the ukrainian translation is. "oh, menstruatsiya!"

"yeah, menstruatsiya." you chuckle.

"oh, my dove..." he says, pulling you close to him. he rests your head on his chest, stroking your hair or caressing your cheek. "it is a most beautiful thing. the blood of your womb gives way to the seeds of new life. It is like a kiss from the stars, it is telling you that you are a strong, fertile tree, bursting with the fruit of life."

you look up at him, smiling softly, touched by his words.

"besides, squeezing lining of organs out of bleeding hole is gangster as SHIT, yo!" he exclaims, jumping up before kissing your hand again.

"I go get you chocolates and medovik." he says as he rushes out, then turns around.

"honey cake. very good, very comforting." he clairifies. you chuckle to yourself as he rushes out to get you some sweets and comfort food. you really don't know what you'd do without him.