Noelgruber Stories

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- I recently watched ride the cyclone, and it's peak, idk how much I will write in this, but I'm just gonna put in my headcannons for the characters, and if I get inspo, I'll write short stories!!

Incorrect quotes; the guys from ride the cyclone 11/12/22

YOU WILL SOAR TO GREAT HEIGHTS. RIDE THE CYCLONE.

All in the title babyyyyy Mostly Nischa quotes bc I love them

read the title :)

AU where they're alive and besties (Warning for swearing and sexual references. Any specific possible triggers will be specified at the start of each chapter.) (Idk how long the updates will keep coming for this so don't count on anything.) (I do not own Ride The Cyclone or any of its characters nor have I ever claimed to.)

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒆𝒍'𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈?

What if scenarios, head cannons, preferences, etc. I'll take any request! NOTE: None of these characters belong to me.

Simple steps. Everything can be broken down into simple steps. At least, that's what Noel Gruber believed. everything was done in the simplest way to achieve something beautiful. Until he met Michsa, who just recently transferred to Saint Cassian High School with a music scholarship. Through that scholarship, he was instantly enrolled into the after-school choir, where he'd meet his new friends and potential lover. But neither of the two knew that life was going to become an emotional rollercoaster. Simple steps. Simple steps weren't something Penny, or Savannah was used too. She was used to the complicated messes she had help clean up, her difficult home life, and her dramatic best friend Noel. She feels as if everything gets simpler as she gets closer to Richard "Ricky" Potts. Ricky seems to feel the same, from his disability, to constantly being left out, or the fact he's in a choir when he can't sing, let alone talk. Ricky and Penny (or Savannah) start developing feelings for one another, and they knew they would be able to through anything this rollercoaster would put them through. Simple steps, that's how baking was for Constance Blackwood. But as her best friend, Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg, finally realizes that she was an asshole and starts to change. She wonders if her best friend can change, maybe she could too. The two friends have been through so much together, as they re-learn stuff about each other, Ocean and Constance find each other much closer than they were before. Maybe this rollercoaster isn't so bad. The entirety of the choir faces difficulty with their love life, personal life, and friendships. But their bonds are tighter than glue when they are all casted in a show, they prove that maybe this rollercoaster won't be bad. partially a chatfic because i can AU where the cyclone accident never happens to them WOAHH i'm really bad a writing, but i haven't seen many nischa fics so i'm finna make my own. if u read this thank u 🙏🙏

Ships in this spaceaccent - Mischa/Ricky Perfectsugardolls - Jane/Constance/Ocean Noel's lonely lmao All spelling/grammar errors are intentional

Ask the choir members (and supporting cast) of Ride the Cyclone!

Just what the title says lmao First post so pls be kind to me Also a lot of nicsha bcs even tho I love Talia these two have my whole heart

noel gruber is a seventeen year old boy in a small town in saskatchewan, canada. this town's name: uranium. noel joined the saint cassian chamber choir, in search of new friends, given he had none. in this choir, he meets a tall, handsome ukrainian boy who goes by the name of mischa bachinski.

What if Monique was a single mom in present Canada? What if she was actually Noel, a gender fluid bitch???? Well, I have a story for you 😋

Chatfics, incorrect quotes, headcanons, and a bunch more :) also some slight nischa so what

Pls don't take any of this seriously this whole thing is a joke I'm just bored

-A Nischa story.

enjoy these i guess :) dont like scream at me if you disagree lol, also not at all close to canon :hearteyes:

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."

Monique was a hooker, she fooled men to believe her heart was made out of pure gold, rather then it was as black as charcoal. she wandered the streets in hope for someone to pay for her body, to get some money.