Nischa Oneshots

First impressions matter

MISCHA MEETS THE CHOIR
(mainly ocean and mischa, oops!)
(ALSO KHOLBY FUCKING LIKED AND RESPONDED TO MY COMMENT WHAT THE HELL)

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"Do I look okay?" Mischa asks, turning around to face Noel. Noel fondly shook his head and walked over to Mischa, grabbing him by his leather jacket and pulling him closer.

"You look fine, mon amour," Noel said with a smile. Mischa blushed at the pet name and shyly looked away. Noel chuckled at the sight of his gangster boyfriend acting all shy and trying to look his best for his friends.

Noel let go of Mischa's jacket and cupped the Ukrainian's cheek.

"You have nothing to worry about; they're gonna like you, I promise," He said. Mischa sighed.

"But people think I am not good influence. I dropped out of school at seventeen, I drink, I smoke, I—"

Noel shut Mischa up by placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Listen," Noel muttered, rubbing Mischa's cheek with the pad of his thumb. "Even if they don't like you, that's not gonna stop me from loving you," He said.

"But they are your childhood friends. You have known them longer. They know you better than me," Mischa mumbled. He turned back around to the mirror and flattened down his shirt. Noel sighed and wrapped his arms around Mischa's waist. He placed his chin on Mischa's shoulder. Mischa sighed and rested his cheek atop Noel's head.

"It's going to go fine, I promise," Noel mumbled, lightly squeezing Mischa. He felt his phone starts buzzing, and he let out a groan.

"That's probably Ocean wondering where we are," He grumbled. Mischa softly chuckled. Noel pulled out his phone and scoffed.

"I was right," he mumbled. He quickly typed back a response and put his phone back into his pocket.

"Are you ready?" He asked. Mischa took one final glance at himself in the mirror and nodded.

"Yes"

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The ride took only about ten minutes, but it felt like an hour to Mischa. He bounced his leg up and down as Noel parked the car in front of Ocean's house. Noel turned to him, placed his hand on Mischa's thigh, and gave him a comforting smile.

"It's gonna be okay," he mumbled, squeezing Mischa's thigh. Mischa shakily nodded and unbuckled his seatbelt. The two stepped out of the car and walked up the front steps. Mischa reached out to ring the doorbell when Noel swatted his hand away. Mischa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Noel held up a key and shook it.

"I stole this from her like six years ago." he grinned and put the key into the keyhole. Mischa chuckled. He tensed when he heard the soft click of the door unlocking. Noel noticed this and grabbed Mischa's hand, interlocking their fingers.

"I love you," Noel mumbled, rubbing Mischa's hand with the pad of his thumb.

"I love you too," Mischa said just above a whisper. Noel pushed the door open and stepped inside, Mischa doing the same.

Mischa heard faint voices coming from the living room. His panic only increased when he realized just how close he was to Noel's friends.

What if they hate him?

What if they kick him out?

What if they get Noel to hate him?

As the thoughts tormented his mind, he tried his best to focus on Noel. He watched as his boyfriend removed his shoes and put them to the side. Mischa did the same.