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Wsg gangalang leave ur requests in the comments and expect your fic in one to four weeks <3

       What I WON'T do ❌️:

• Noel x any type of woman in a romantic way
• Any type of x reader fics
• Anything with the choir conductor x a kid 

        What I WILL do ✅️:

• Hurt/Comfort
• Hurt/No comfort
• Sesbian lex and pay gorn
• str8 boombayah (except Noel) 
• you can get as freaky as you want
• angst
• fluf
• anything you want that I didn't list in the "What I WONT do" section 

Anyways have fun with your requests! I will try to write them as fast as possible so nyeah...

I love you all and MWAH! <33

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Mischa's body hurt. Every single bone and muscle was throbbing with pain. Mischa opened his swollen red eyes from lack of sleep and proper nourishment.

He wished he didn't wake up. He wished that he just stayed in an eternal slumber without being neither dead or alive. Not having to deal with life but still living. Sounds like a miracle. Oh, if only. But yet, life goes on. The never ending show that everyone wants to be over. Mischa especially.

The people that were supposed to be taking care of him, providing for him, loving him for God's sake didn't go easy on the boy last night. The "discipline" as they called it was not the most affective or humane strategy to get Mischa to do what they want, which Mischa didn't quite understand. What did they want? Probably for Mischa to go away, they didn't want whatever the fuck he was that's for sure...

Okay, he admitted, maybe Mischa wasn't the most well behaved or smartest or cleanest person, not exactly the perfect son but wasn't he still worthy of at least a little love? He didn't do anything wrong afterall. The boy often pondered about what he did to deserve this. As if he wasn't put through enough already! The universe just had to give him one last nudge to really prove how fucked his life is.

But his fucked up life goes on, no one will wait for him to catch up so he just needs to run as fast as he can and see where he ends up.

Reluctantly, the Ukraniun sits up in bed which is already enough of a challenge considering that a shock of pain is sent through him anytime the boy moved. He takes a look at his arms and legs. As expected, the aftermath was graphic to say the least. The areas where he was bashed had now bruised up and there were many hastily bandaged up wounds that were still bleeding. He would be fine. It would all be covered by the long sleeves of the uniform so it's not like anyone could notice and worry about it.

Mischa tried to stand up and was sort of successful? He could stand but walking was a challenge. The people upstairs have hurt his ankles pretty badly and they were starting to bleed but Mischa couldn't stay home! His adoptive parents didn't want him, going to school for the day was the least he can do to stay out of the house and avoid getting beaten.

Hastily he pulled on his uniform, making sure that the wounded areas were covered. Nothing was visible. Mischa was almost reassured that no one would notice until... Until he tried to limp off to school. He could barely walk which is a very noticeable factor about a person but Mischa could only do so much.

The boy walked, or at least tried to walk off to school as best as he could without anyone noticing the limp.

When he arrived to class he was soon informed that his walk was not too great. As Mischa limped over to his spot next to Noel, the looks from his friends and classmates led him to realize that it was very obvious that he was hurt. He felt all of the eyes on him, trying to figure out what is wrong with him today?

Oh shit. As Mischa sat down at his desk he made the mistake of glancing at Noel's face which expressed pure concern. Mischa gave Noel a look, questioning the shorter boy's facial expression which led to Noel looking away quietly.

The rest of the day the choir remained silent, deciding not to push Mischa and let the information flow out on it's own. So they waited, and waited, and waited, but Mischa was not disclosing anything and it was very visible that he was in a lot of pain so finally during rehersal, Constance being the nicest person you've ever met, walked up to Mischa during their break and as gently as possible asked.

"Hey Mischa, I've noticed you've been limping today is everything alright?"

The Ukraniun was caught extremely off guard and he hasn't really come up with an excuse.

"Um, yeah! Everything is awesome, why wouldn't it be!"

Noel was sitting next to them and decided to add to the conversation

"Yeah Misch, it seems like you're in a lot of pain. Are you sure you haven't hurt your ankle or something?"

"What? No, I'm fine really. Don't worry about me!"

"Well I am worried can I just see."

Noel brought his hand to Mischa's ankle and started rolling up the pant.

"Wait no!"

Shit, Mischa blew his cover. When Noel saw he let out a gasp. He was shocked. Why didn't Mischa tell him? Constance had the same reaction. A million questions pooled in their heads but all they could do was just stare, not quite sure how to respond.

"Mischa?"

In response Mischa pulled away, trying to hide the tears stinging his eyes

"What?"

He grunted, looking away.

"Mischa how did that happen?"

The rest of the choir was also starting to crowd around Mischa, pretending not to pay attention but they were all extremely invested.

"Um,"

Mischa thought of an excuse but nothing came to mind. All he could do was just sit there, trying to muster out a sentence. Everyone's attention was now fully on him. He had no other choice but to tell the truth.

"Shit, adoptive parents beat me up yesterday..."

The room went silent for a moment. No one knew what to say or do. It wasn't a secret that Mischa's "parents" were horrible but to his degree... Constance was first to act, pulling Mischa into a soft, warm, embrace. Noel then joined in. Then Ricky, Penny, and Ocean all added themselves to the huddle that has been formed around Mischa. The Ukraniun felt extremely self conscious. He wasn't one for emotional lovey dovey shit, his friends knew that. But, he couldn't help but feel happy that they found out. It was something he was waiting to get off his chest for a while now.

When everyone let go Constance whispered something to Penny who quickly nodded and went somewhere. Shit they were probably judging Mischa... Noel took Mischa's hands and asked

"Has this happened before?"

Mischa just nodded. Leaning into Noel's chest to hide the tears. Noel took this as a sign to cradle Mischa as it was very much needed. Ricky sat down next to him and stroked Mischa's back. No one spoke. Soon enough Penny came back with a first aid kit.

"Thanks Penn"

Constance said

"Alright Mischa can we see your ankle?"

Mischa let go of Noel and rolled up his pants to reveal the bloody and bruised ankles. They looked even worse than in the morning...

"Oh my gosh." Ocean let out "That must really hurt."

Mischa simply gave her a sad smile.

"Alright just bring your foot up"

"Guys, you don't have to do this for me, I'm fine I swear."

"Mischa can't you see we want to do this for you" Typed Ricky into his AAC device.

"And we can tell that you aren't okay Misch, you've been limping the whole day..."

Noel added. Mischa giggled at that

"Thanks guys."

Constance then bandaged up his ankle and all of the other bleeding wounds. "You're all done now!" which was followed by the never eneding instructions from Ocean on how to take care of the injuries, what to do, what not to do, blah blah. It's not like Misca really listened...

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This was the day. The day Noel was going to come out to the world. By the world she ment her friends, who are I'm fact Noel's whole world. So you see, Noel has always felt like a woman and she is a woman, just no one knows yet... It's not like her friends would have a problem with that, it's just that Noel has always been shy about her gender identity. Everyone just knew her for "being gay" no one even wondered about further details. She also didn't know any other people like her. Of course Mischa was bisexual and Constance was a lesbian but that was different.

As Noel walked to the lunch table she rehersed the script she wrote in her head. As everyone settled in Noel decided this was the perfect time.

"Hey, so I need to talk to you all about something..."

"Yeah, what is it Noel?" Ocean said in a rather rude way but Noel has already learned to ignore that.

"Yeah, I'm listening poet."

Noel's heart fluttered at the nickname her boyfriend gave her.

"Are we in trouble?"

"No Constance we are all fine..." Ocean grunted trying to speed up the process.

"Well you never know."

Finally, Noel took a deep breath just like she had practiced at home in the mirror. She can do this.

"So, I am a woman. I've always felt like one, I've just never talked about it much. Can we maybe start using she/her pronouns and stuff."

"Yeah of course Noel! Thanks for telling us."

"That's madwicked awesome! So wait now you are my girlfriend?"

"Yup, I am Misch"

"Alright Noel but was that really THAT important that I had to wait to talk about the rehersal schedule"

Everyone just remained silent because they knew there is no point in arguing with Ocean. But this is it! Noel had finally came out.

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No Constance your doing it wrong! Your supposed to add and then multiply, how can you be so stupid?"

"Sorry"

Ocean was mean sometimes and Constance had gotten used to it, she often let people treat her terribly and she knew it was wrong but somehow still let them.

Constance scribbled something on her homework packet. Add then multiply but after that what? If she asked Ocean she would just yell at her more...

"Constance what are you doing? Twelve times six isn't freaking sixty what is wrong with you?"

"Oh sorry I read that wrong I thought I had to multiply five and..."

"I don't want to hear your excuses can't you do anything right for once?!"

"Sorry..."

Constance's eyes started pooling with tears but she needed to keep it together. She tried to work out the math problem but with each wrong answer Ocean scolded her once again.

"No Constance how many times do I have to say! Can't believe people can be this stupid. "

With each wrong answer and scolding another tear streamed down Constance's cheek.

"Wow, you should've won the award for dumbest girl in town. Can't even do division. I bet your little brother is smarter than you"

She couldn't take it anymore. Constance slammed her pencil down on the desk and stormed out of the room to the bathroom.

She fully broke down. Why was Ocean so mean? The hot tears streamed down her face and she sobbed angirly with her back to the bathroom door. How could Ocean do this to her they were supposed to be best friends?

Back in Connie's room Ocean started drowning in guilt. How could she be that that mean? She realized all of the things she said were horrible. All of the thoughts flooded her brain. She suddenly understood how messed up it was to say all of those things. She heard Constance's muffled weeps. It tore her soul apart to hear her best friend cry because of her.

Ocean decided to go check on Constance and apologize, for once.

"Connie? Are you in there?"

"What do you think!"

"Constance I'm sorry..."

A pause...

The door opened to reveal a red eyed Constance and tear stains on her shirt.

"Im really sorry"

"What do you want from me Ocean!"

Ocean couldn't think. She pulled Constance close and pressed their mouths together.

What was this? Constance was shocked. Ocean too, why were they kissing? Without knowing what to do Constance kissed back.

Ocean didn't know what came over her. She has never kissed anyone before... Neither has Constance. But she was enjoying it. Oh she loved it. So did Constance. No matter how mad she was at Ocean that kiss was heavenly. The anger melted away, so did the rest of the world. For a moment it was just them. Only them. Constance pinned to the wall with Ocean's lips against her's. Time had seemed to pause for them.

Ocean let go and looked away.

"Im sorry, I don't know what came over me, I"

"Oh my God Ocean..."

"Are you mad?"

"That was fan-freaking-tastic..."

"I love you Constance, I love you so so much and I'm sorry I said all those horrible things to you."

"It's okay."

Constance took Ocean's hand and laced their fingers together. They walked slowly back to Connie's room and layed down on her bed.

"What are you doing Connie?"

She just held Ocean close

"Am I really stupid Ocean?"

"Oh no, I am, to say those things... I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it."

"That's all that matters now."

Ocean held Constance closer and they layed there for what could be a couple of seconds or an eternity.

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Life the warehouse afterlife thing was boring to say the least. Even ocean was running out of things to talk about, but yet there were still so many things to do... She had started felling something new, something different. A strange sort of want. A desire for something, someone. Ricky Potts.

Ocean died a virgin, she hasn't even kissed anyone. Ocean had always believed that it is dirty to do these things, that it was dirty to think about them! So she didn't, and never has. But now, in the afterlife she couldn't stop thinking about it... and she didn't really want to stop.

The thought of her and Ricky on top of each other with their mouths pressed together and both of them not wearing much clothing. The dreams she has of Ricky touching her in places she's never been touched before and her willfully letting him. It was disgusting and gross but it was the only thing on her mind!

Ricky has started to feel similarly. Of course he's been horny before so this was not new to him but he couldn't help but feel strange about it. This urge was stronger, more intense than it has ever been. The only thought on Ricky's mind was Ocean. Her bright red hair, her soft pink lips touching his, and her gentle hands on his body, all over his body.

These were the thoughts both of them were having and both of them couldn't escape them in any way.

One afternoon or night or morning, whatever it was in the afterlife, Constance had went out to explore a bit with Jane and Noel and Misha were too busy living their own dreams so Ricky and Ocean had to warehouse all to themselves.

Both sitting on opposite sides of the room pretending to do something, glancing at each other every now and then, both aware of the other. Ricky admired Ocean's beautiful thick long hair and Ocean started at Ricky's pale blue eyes. They both knew what the other was thinking.

Ocean made the first move even though she had no idea what she was doing. She stood up and walked towards Ricky, when she came closer she started twirling her fingers in his soft hair.

"What are you going to do to me" he said, but not in a fearful way, not at all.

"What do you want to me to do to you?" Ocean responded, not sure if it was attractive or corny.

Ricky took it as attractive because he pulled her close. For a second, their lips touched. For Ocean time had seemed to stop, she loved it. She loved the taste of Ricky's soft lips on hers and she wanted more.

"Uh, I'm sorry I don't know what just happened"

Ocean pulled the other back together and kissed harder so Ricky took that as an acceptance for the apology, they both wanted more and more. Ricky slipped his tounge in and Ocean licked it with her's. She was moaning with delight and it was clear Ricky was enjoying it as well, due to his erection now pressing on to Ocean's hip.

Still they both wanted more. Without letting their lips part Ocean started pulling off her uniform, and when it was off she guided Ricky's hands to her chest, he understood the assignment. Ricky slipped his hands into Ocean's bra and started massaging her breasts. He twisted her nipples, not enough to cause pain but enough to make Ocean moan and howl.

Ocean's hands also wanting to be occupied with something started tracing Ricky's chest moving slowly towards his ribs, then stomach, following to his lower abdomen, and stopping right at his crotch. Ricky feeling her hands on his dick took the sign to stop kissing. They looked into each others eyes and Ricky said

"You want to let him out?"

Ocean nodded eagerly, a smirk spreading on her face, knowing exactly what he ment.

"Go for it baby"

She didn't wait a second, trying to get Ricky's pants off as fast as possible, she then pulled off his boxers to reveal his dick. Ocean has never wilfully seen one. Whenever she did she would always look away quickly or try not to look at it, back then. But now, seeing Ricky's dick she would give anything to look at it, anything to touch it...

"Can I?"

she asked, not exactly sure what she was going to do later but still wanted permission for it. "Please do..." She wasted no time. She brought her lips to it gently and gave it a sort of kiss, she then licked it with her tounge and continued with the small and subtle actions. Ricky was getting more turned on by the second from all of the teasing and was now leaking with pre-cum.

Ocean was slowly starting to insert Ricky's dick into her mouth and when she did, it felt wonderful. Ricky started bobbing up and down to make Ocean's job easier. Ocean still had no idea of what she was doing but it felt good. If she from the past saw Ocean right now, half naked, giving Ricky a blow job, she would've exploded right on the spot. But this made Ocean happy, it felt good, and who cares if it's dirty and disgusting to do this it felt freaking amazing!

"Shit Ocean, I'm going to cum"

"You mean ejaculate?" she sort of grumbled because she had Ricky's dick in her mouth

"Whatever you call it! Are you going to swallow it?"

Ocean nodded and waited eagerly for the releasing.

"Here it comes!"

Soon the salty white liquid hit Ocean's face as she tried to get as much of the liquid into her mouth as she can. She tried not to squirm from how salty the cum was but regardless, she loved it.

"Do you like it?"

Ocean moaned in response so Ricky decided she was enjoying herself, and she was. They were both experiencing such pleasure and delight and they were both glad that the other one was with them.