Rtc Nischa/Perfectdolls/Spacedolls one shots!!! [On permanent hiatus]

God why did his adoptive 'dad' have to be there at that moment? 

Not only was it some shitty argument, it was with his boyfriend none the less. And that piece of shit saw it. 

Mischa realised his mistake when Noel started walking out. He couldn't do anything to stop him. 

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"No please, Noel I'm so sorry, I love you so much please don't leave" Mischa begged, trying and failing to grab Noel's hand. 

"Mischa, please just sort yourself out. I'm going home" Noel said, slamming the door slightly behind him. 

Mischa just watched on, slightly crying. 

"Please I'm so sorry, I love you Noel, please" Mischa whispered under his breath, not realising someone was behind him before a loud cough echoed from behind him. 

"I knew my wife never should have taken you in. You're a delinquent and now you're a queer too? Get the fuck out of my house" his 'dad' said from behind him. 

"Hang on Aaron, just let him go back down-" his 'mother' said, desperately trying to calm her husband down, still unable to look Mischa in the eye, yet defending him. 

"No, Amy, I'm not gonna let some fairy delinquent loose in my house" Aaron said, before turning to look at Mischa. 

"Get the fuck out" he said. Mischa just froze, out of defiance and fear at the same time. 

"Are you deaf? I said, get the fuck out" Again, Mischa didn't move. 

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE" Aaron screamed. That was enough to get Mischa running. He didn't know where. He just ran. He needed to go somewhere. Anywhere. 

He ran for God knows how long, ignoring his stitch and rough in his breath causing his throat to feel as if it was pooled with blood, he needed to get far away. He still didn't know where he was going, until he pulled up at a familiar house on a familiar street. It was Noel's. Shit. 

He realized he had ran for a long, long time. That's when the pain in his breathing sank in, then he started remembering the previous events, that he had no where to go. He only did what he could, and knocked on the oak door of the Gruber household. 

To his shock, Noel answered the door, in his pajamas of an oversized t-shirt and old Pajama pants as a toothbrush sat half out his mouth and toothpaste surrounded his lips and his hair sat atop his head, unbrushed and ungeled.

"Mischa, what the fuck did I say- wait, what happened?" Noel said, grabbing his boyfriend's arm and dragging him upstairs and into his room, with any feeling of anger drifting away to concern. 

Noel sat there and listened to Mischa recount what happened, patiently waiting when he drifted into angry Ukrainian and didn't dare to interrupt him. He's never seen Mischa cry before, let alone this heavily. 

Eventually Mischa stopped talking, ending with, "please, I'm so sorry about everything, my poet you do not have to forgive me if you do not want to, but I'm sorry".

Noel was speechless, about the entire situation. His big, scary boyfriend that people would intentionally avoid, was crying. In that moment, Noel forgot everything about the argument after realising how stupid it was. 

"You can stay here, please don't worry" Noel said, lightly taking Mischa's hand and interlocking their fingers. 

"I love you" Mischa whispered, pulling Noel into a tight embrace, one that they leaned into for a very long time. So long, they fell asleep. They didn't even realize they did until they woke up the next morning to Noel's mum in the room. 

"Noel! I don't care if your boyfriend stays over, but can you at least let me know?! I haven't made enough breakfast, just please find something, I'm going to work" She said before leaving. Noel and Mischa just looked at each other and laughed. 

Just two idiots in love, who could complain? Well, no one apart from Mischa's adoptive dad, but we can ignore him.