Like the title says, Mischa x reader stuff that's not a long story. Yes, I take requests!

a mischa bachinski x gn!reader bc he's so baby girl and ride the cyclone is brainrot for me notes; - this fic will take place in 2022 because i cannot go without using slang - the writing will probably not be the best - y/n remembers penny lamb cuz why not lmao - lower case intended

Mischa Bachinski might just be the most annoying person y/n has ever met. It's bad enough that he ruins her math class, but choir too? She needs to find a way to deal with him and fast. But what would happen if she finds out that maybe she doesn't really hate him? She might even like him. Y/n uses she/they pronouns. Takes place a year before the accident.

i'm just a horny teen pretending to be Jesus on wattpad, so what better to do than right this book along with my It one. I also have an OC i can put in here if y'all are curious If anyone has suggestions just put them anywhere, i really could give less of a [redacted].

In this story, Taila is replaced by a song (made by me) about mischa wanting to go back to ukraine :) "WE ALL DIED VIRGINS!!" "Mischa? Y/N?" "What?" "Just thought it would be a perfect segway"

"...but satisfaction brought it back"

Two opposites attract when Ukrainian bad boy Mischa Bachinski meets good girl Y/N L/N. Except neither's lives are perfect. And sometimes, when things get rough, you're gonna need someone to lean on. These two, opposite souls find their way to each other throughout many hardships, arguments, and even become friends. But could something more blossom from their newfound friendship? Thats not set in stone, yet. ------------------- Mischa Bachinski x Reader She/Her pronouns used for reader however this doesn't matter No smut! This is a no smut story since they're still in high school. No set FC for Y/N ---------------------- Sad amount of Mischa x Readers out there so I decided to try my hand at this.

till death do us part. (series) (ride the cyclone) (highest ranking- #1 in the rtc tag)

I was quiet. "That really bothered you that much?" He nodded. "Yeah. I knew it would bother you. And it bothered me, too. For other reasons, though." "Other reasons?" I echoed. Now it was his turn to be quiet for a moment. I could see that he was thinking, debating in his head. "This isn't how I imagined it at all. Pouring, in a parking lot, just after I leave detention. It's kind of funny," Mischa nearly laughed, but didn't. I just looked at him, confused, heart pounding. "There's something that I really need to say. And if I hold it in any longer, It'll eat away at me."