Will Do!!! Please Let Me Know If You Have A Specific Plot In Mind!!

Will do!!! Please let me know if you have a specific plot in mind!!

I NEED one of you fuckers to write a nischa agere fic pleaseeee

petition to, instead of another mishapocalypse, begin a mischapocalypse on 4/1/23 and have everyone change their pfp to this

Oh, step wight up!

All good, good fwun

All the games and wides

A wittle something for ewewon!

When the fwall fwair comes to twown!

I think the bootleg is gone!! If anybody has a good bootleg, I unfortunately cannot trade but can u post it on here? If so tysm!! This bootleg cures my post show depression 😭

hi there! This is a long shot but do you have a link for BOOH bootleg? If you do, please could i have it? I'm dying for it! hope you have a good day

You’re in luck, babe. I do, indeed. Enjoy!!!

https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/1QslAv7Tj1HJ9GdJdIH3b77raxH3kOE-V

And if you can afford to trade, this site may trade with you for other versions.

https://batbootlegs.weebly.com/bat-out-of-hell.html

ABSOLUTELY

Mischa Bachinski age regresses. That is all.

Omg this is so adorable 😭😭😭😭 I love Cg mischa and noel sm😭 it would be great to see a fic with cg Jane doe and a regressor reader I think!!

Life's a Scream literally made me cry (in a good way I felt so safe 😭)

no pressure at all, but anything caregiver mischa with a little reader or just mischa x reader in general would be greatly, greatly appreciated but only if you're comfortable and want to of course <3

Going through my asks and trying to write some more, so here ya go anon!! (Side note, this is with both Noel and Mischa as caregivers :3)

Comfort

You regress during choir, and Mischa and Noel are there to take care of you

Cg!Noel, Cg!Mischa, Gn!Reader

“Mischa!” you shouted, running up to give your friend a hug. The tall boy chuckled, picking you up and spinning you around and around, smiling as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hello there little one! Did someone miss me?” You nod quickly, your face buried in his neck as you let the familiar comfort wash over. You had always been impressed by the way Mischa had been able to tell when you were regressed, and even when he didn’t realize at first, he was quick to adjust when you told him. He always seemed to be ready with a hug or a kind word, sometimes even a lullaby if you were feeling really stressed. 

As you sat in Mischa’s arms, warm and safe and full of comfort, he moved to sit with the rest of the choir. You could hear Constance whispering something to Ocean, who giggled somewhere behind you as Ricky and Penny argued over which Star Trek captain was best. Noel wasn’t there yet, but you knew that when he did get there, he would probably have some kind of snack, as you could feel Mischa texting him behind your back. 

“Hey, bud,” Mischa murmured, “would you like an apple juice? Noel says he can get one from the lunch ladies.” You nodded with a sound of approval, twisting your hands gently into the fabric of Mischa’s sweater vest. You felt Mischa nod back against your head, and then he was back to texting Noel. You smiled tiredly, burrowing deeper into your Bubba’s neck. 

It had been two months since Mischa and Noel had agreed to be your caregivers, and honestly you couldn’t imagine life without them. Noel had found out you regressed first when you had slipped after a particularly stressful day, and although it had been a surprise, he had handled it well, brought you water, sat next to you, even let you sleep on his shoulder. Mischa realized not too long after that and had been confused and a little weirded out at first, but after doing some research had accepted you fully, even buying you a small stuffed bear as an apology for his behavior. You slept with it every night. Eventually, after the three of you had been close for a while, the subject of a caregiver little relationship was mentioned. You were very nervous, but both Noel and Mischa were ecstatic, and (after Mischa checked in with Talia) you hadn’t had any regrets. The start had been rocky, but now that all three of you were used to each other and settled into a comfortable rhythm, things had been smooth. 

You were pulled from your memories by the sound of the choir door closing and the familiar click of dress shoes on tile, and then Noel was climbing the risers to sit by you and Mischa. “Hmm, Mischa, have you seen y/n? I happen to have a bottle of apple juice here I think they might want…” You whipped your head around, staring as Noel giggled at your wide eyes. “There they are!” He cried in play surprise”, “I was beginning to think I’d have to drink this all by myself.” You giggled and reached out from Mischa’s lap, making grabby hands at the bottle. “Silly.” You murmured. Noel cooed and opened the bottle for you, only handing it over after Mischa made you promise not to spill. You drank happily, making little noises of contentment as Mischa rubbed your back and Noel smiled down at you. 

Eventually, your two caregivers fell into their usual comfortable patter of conversation as you drank, leaving you to listen as the voices of your friends pooled around you, making you feel safe and loved. This was one of those days where the choir had been allowed to sit back and relax as Father Marcus went about trying to make a new set list for you all to perform. It was cold in the choir room, but the warmth that always seemed to radiate off of Mischa was comfy. Soon you feel your eyes start to drop and you reach out to hand Noel the bottle, snuggling in as Mischa and Noel chuckle. “Sleepy, dear?” Mischa asks. You nod slowly, wrapping your arms around his stomach. You feel Noel lean in and ruffle your hair gently. “Get some rest, mon petit ange.” He murmured, leaning his head on Mischa’s shoulder. “We’ll be right here when you wake up.” You nod, babbling quietly to yourself for a moment before your eyes droop close and small snores begin to leave your mouth, and that is how you stay for the rest of the period, comfortable and safe and wrapped in happiness.