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nikolas minin , an agatha all along inspired marvel oc , using connor storrie as a faceclaim . passionate abt dj-ing w/ russian roots . strictly 18+ ; crossovers , ocs , & marvel canons welcomed !
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Micah felt like he stood out like a sore thumb when he arrived at the club. He felt awkward in his own skin, and despite trying to dress appropriately.. he wasn't really sure what appropriate club clothes even were.
He tried to keep it simple, a white button up and tanned pants and brown belt and dark brown dress shoes. His medium length dirty blonde hair was nicely combed, framing his freckles face. But as he adjusted his round glasses and looked around.. he felt like a deer stumbling into a wolf den. It didn't help with his lankiness he also looked like one.
He tried to put on a brave face, though he was likely failing, and made his way to the bar. Focusing solely on this goal, get a drink.. that should help right? God, he was wondering if it would save everyone time if he just left now and saved anyone's time with his presence. But he was going to try at least. At the bar he was staring at the menu, squinting a bit as he contemplated what to even order. When was the last time he went to a bar?
After an eventful show, the DJ tended to party in the same spot- why wouldn't he? Everyone already knew and adored him, it certainly was a pleasant ego-boost. However, tonight's venue didn't feel like the right crowd; not enough strangers, and not nearly as much dancing as he'd like.
These two things were a necessity to Nikolas, giving the underground club one last look before heading out the backdoor. As he wandered the streets of New York, nerves still excitedly buzzing from whatever the stagehand had given him before performing, Minin spotted a bar- busy and loud, even from the outside. It was perfect.
And so, there Niko leaned, right at the edge of the counter. He still wore his mixing outfit, designed to be very "breathable".. meaning that his shirt was practically mere scraps hanging onto him, chest covered by bright-colored fishnet. His dark pants looked like they'd be ripped at by bears. Blue eyes scanned the chatty, dancing crowd, looking for a target. Strangers were always the best folk to mess around with at places like these, they'd always had a story. Shit, Nikolas certainly did. Sipping the last of his first vodka redbull- the first of many that night- he placed down his drink. The DJ had opened his mouth to order another, but a new face stuck out in his vision. A devilish grin spread across his lips, pushing off from his spot at the leftest edge of the counterspace and moving through the crowds as if they were water; Niko ended up right behind Micah, leaning over his shoulder to leer at the drink options.
"Need help finding something, stranger?" Minin asked, his accent thick on his tongue.
Micah stood at a good 6'1, and was just standing there at first mouthing the different names of alcohol in the board. He jumped quite a bit when he heard the voice right beside his head, stumbling back against him which had him quickly pulling away again while his face went bright red.
"ah-! Sorry, sorry, I-i didn't see you-" he began , stumbling over his words that spilled from his mouth quickly, sheepishly smiling. All the while processing the question a couple moments later, having him blink a bit before continuing to speak.
"oh uhm, well.." he blanked before laughing nervously, a hand coming to rub the side of his neck in a nervous stomach/fidget.
"I'd appreciate the help, uh, stranger." He concluded, taking in how he looked and. Wow. Just... Wow. Why was such a handsome man talking to him? Was this a joke?
Despite the other being a bit taller than him, Niko had more than enough confidence to counter this, laughing as the stranger stumbled right into him. He grabbed the bar with one hand, the other finding itself at the man's hip- briskly removing himself once the other had found his footing. Minin watched the other with a sense of curiosity, like a fox watching a helpless deer. It was feasting time.
"Don't apologize, American." Niko smiled warmly, finding the other endearing. How couldn't he, when the man was acting so sheeplike? The stranger definitely wasn't a usual bar-hopper, looking like a wide-eyed prey animal within a sea of creatures wanting to eat him off the bone. It was cute, in a way. "I am Niko, local DJ." The dirty blond introduced himself simply, alcohol already going to his head enough to not have a full English vocabulary.
"Let me get you drink, yes?" Minin offered, though not giving him time to speak before whistling over toward the bartender. "Two more, on tab." The DJ called out, watching the worker nod before moving his attention back to the other. "It's good, you will like it." He promised, scooting himself to be besides the glasses-wearing man.
The dirt blonde simply stared at the man as if mesmerized, because he was. He was just.. wow. Had he mentioned how handsome he was yet? Because wow, just wow. Wait what did he say? Right, his name.
"uhm, Micah! Er, Micah I mean," he corrected how she spoke quickly, clearing his throat. "Dj? That's pretty cool actually," he would compliment genuinely, adjusting the glasses sliding on his nose while looking at him.
"oh- you don't have to get her a drink, but I still appreciate it greatly. Uhm," he smiled more sheepishly, his freckled cheeks remaining warm and flushed as he stood as comfortably as he could beside him. His fingers drumming on the bar anxiously.
"I'm uh, not always like this by the way," he lied, glancing at him and chuckling softly. "I've just never been clubbing before. Spent most of the partying years studying and working, I guess."
"Micah." Niko repeated, trying to pronounce the name with his Russian tongue. A nice name to match a nice face, it just made sense to the DJ, leering at the man. No one bothered the two, as if knowing the situation between the two- or not wanting to bother the popular figure, both tended to happen.
"Don't listen to the American, give me the drinks." Minin interrupted the other's rejection, sliding into the seat next to Micah, chuckling. "My treat, don't worry about it." The DJ confirmed with a nod, patting the other on the back.
As the bartender slid over the two glasses, Nikolas handed one to Micah, offering a 'cheers' to the other before taking a large swig of his new drink. "It is nice, yes?" Nikolas asked the other, placing down his drink with a content sigh. Blue eyes wandered over to the other more often than not, barely able to contain his excitement.
"So.. Micah, what brings you here?" He asked, trying to keep his English well enough to understand.
The way he said his name made him relieved he was sitting down, like his legs were going to give out while butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He could honestly listen to him talk for hours, and there was a part of him that yearned for him to keep saying his name. The feelings within him stirred a bit more when he patted his back, and he just was yelling and begging himself to calm down.
At the cheers, he tipped his head back as he swallowed the alcohol before his face wrinkled at the strong taste, coughing a little and laughing softly.
"y-yeah, as nice as alcohol is," he joked, flipping some of his hair from his face, his body turned a little towards his new companion at the bar. Him saying his name again made him want to melt, but he instead made himself answer the question instead.
"oh, uh.. I'm.. not really sure. I think I just want a change, to have fun? Do things I haven't done much before," he would answer with a shrug, feeling a bit lame with his answer at least.
Of course, Niko spotted the way the other grew more flustered with every use of his name. Maybe that was the game for him, despite the poor man to the side of him. There wasn't a feeling like watching someone squirm.. these New Yorkers and their shy nature, it made any foreigner interested, so he surely couldn't blame Minin for easing Micah on? Well, maybe a little.
"It gets better with each glass, you will get used to it." Nikolas assured, downing the rest of his drink without any struggle. He set the empty drink down, listening to the other speak. He wanted to have fun? Niko wondered with a bold expression, it all felt a little too perfect, as if his luck was working with him once again. He was definitely a fun person, shit, he could take Micah on a whole adventure in the streets of this lovely city.
"Is that so?" Minin leaned into Micah, smile growing wider. "You have chose the right place, American! Or the right person.." He teased within the other's ear, before ordering himself another drink. His brain was already planning ideas for the man, wracking his mind for safe-ish abandoned building and empty parking lots.. any place could be an excitable place with the right person around.
"You willing to leave here, handsome? I can buy us drinks at.." Nikolas Minin snapped his fingers, trying to remember the word for his common booze spot. "Alcohol store." He decided on, with a nod, before continuing. "Then go to a spot. I have a spot."
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Micah felt like he stood out like a sore thumb when he arrived at the club. He felt awkward in his own skin, and despite trying to dress appropriately.. he wasn't really sure what appropriate club clothes even were.
He tried to keep it simple, a white button up and tanned pants and brown belt and dark brown dress shoes. His medium length dirty blonde hair was nicely combed, framing his freckles face. But as he adjusted his round glasses and looked around.. he felt like a deer stumbling into a wolf den. It didn't help with his lankiness he also looked like one.
He tried to put on a brave face, though he was likely failing, and made his way to the bar. Focusing solely on this goal, get a drink.. that should help right? God, he was wondering if it would save everyone time if he just left now and saved anyone's time with his presence. But he was going to try at least. At the bar he was staring at the menu, squinting a bit as he contemplated what to even order. When was the last time he went to a bar?
After an eventful show, the DJ tended to party in the same spot- why wouldn't he? Everyone already knew and adored him, it certainly was a pleasant ego-boost. However, tonight's venue didn't feel like the right crowd; not enough strangers, and not nearly as much dancing as he'd like.
These two things were a necessity to Nikolas, giving the underground club one last look before heading out the backdoor. As he wandered the streets of New York, nerves still excitedly buzzing from whatever the stagehand had given him before performing, Minin spotted a bar- busy and loud, even from the outside. It was perfect.
And so, there Niko leaned, right at the edge of the counter. He still wore his mixing outfit, designed to be very "breathable".. meaning that his shirt was practically mere scraps hanging onto him, chest covered by bright-colored fishnet. His dark pants looked like they'd be ripped at by bears. Blue eyes scanned the chatty, dancing crowd, looking for a target. Strangers were always the best folk to mess around with at places like these, they'd always had a story. Shit, Nikolas certainly did. Sipping the last of his first vodka redbull- the first of many that night- he placed down his drink. The DJ had opened his mouth to order another, but a new face stuck out in his vision. A devilish grin spread across his lips, pushing off from his spot at the leftest edge of the counterspace and moving through the crowds as if they were water; Niko ended up right behind Micah, leaning over his shoulder to leer at the drink options.
"Need help finding something, stranger?" Minin asked, his accent thick on his tongue.
Micah stood at a good 6'1, and was just standing there at first mouthing the different names of alcohol in the board. He jumped quite a bit when he heard the voice right beside his head, stumbling back against him which had him quickly pulling away again while his face went bright red.
"ah-! Sorry, sorry, I-i didn't see you-" he began , stumbling over his words that spilled from his mouth quickly, sheepishly smiling. All the while processing the question a couple moments later, having him blink a bit before continuing to speak.
"oh uhm, well.." he blanked before laughing nervously, a hand coming to rub the side of his neck in a nervous stomach/fidget.
"I'd appreciate the help, uh, stranger." He concluded, taking in how he looked and. Wow. Just... Wow. Why was such a handsome man talking to him? Was this a joke?
Despite the other being a bit taller than him, Niko had more than enough confidence to counter this, laughing as the stranger stumbled right into him. He grabbed the bar with one hand, the other finding itself at the man's hip- briskly removing himself once the other had found his footing. Minin watched the other with a sense of curiosity, like a fox watching a helpless deer. It was feasting time.
"Don't apologize, American." Niko smiled warmly, finding the other endearing. How couldn't he, when the man was acting so sheeplike? The stranger definitely wasn't a usual bar-hopper, looking like a wide-eyed prey animal within a sea of creatures wanting to eat him off the bone. It was cute, in a way. "I am Niko, local DJ." The dirty blond introduced himself simply, alcohol already going to his head enough to not have a full English vocabulary.
"Let me get you drink, yes?" Minin offered, though not giving him time to speak before whistling over toward the bartender. "Two more, on tab." The DJ called out, watching the worker nod before moving his attention back to the other. "It's good, you will like it." He promised, scooting himself to be besides the glasses-wearing man.
The dirt blonde simply stared at the man as if mesmerized, because he was. He was just.. wow. Had he mentioned how handsome he was yet? Because wow, just wow. Wait what did he say? Right, his name.
"uhm, Micah! Er, Micah I mean," he corrected how she spoke quickly, clearing his throat. "Dj? That's pretty cool actually," he would compliment genuinely, adjusting the glasses sliding on his nose while looking at him.
"oh- you don't have to get her a drink, but I still appreciate it greatly. Uhm," he smiled more sheepishly, his freckled cheeks remaining warm and flushed as he stood as comfortably as he could beside him. His fingers drumming on the bar anxiously.
"I'm uh, not always like this by the way," he lied, glancing at him and chuckling softly. "I've just never been clubbing before. Spent most of the partying years studying and working, I guess."
"Micah." Niko repeated, trying to pronounce the name with his Russian tongue. A nice name to match a nice face, it just made sense to the DJ, leering at the man. No one bothered the two, as if knowing the situation between the two- or not wanting to bother the popular figure, both tended to happen.
"Don't listen to the American, give me the drinks." Minin interrupted the other's rejection, sliding into the seat next to Micah, chuckling. "My treat, don't worry about it." The DJ confirmed with a nod, patting the other on the back.
As the bartender slid over the two glasses, Nikolas handed one to Micah, offering a 'cheers' to the other before taking a large swig of his new drink. "It is nice, yes?" Nikolas asked the other, placing down his drink with a content sigh. Blue eyes wandered over to the other more often than not, barely able to contain his excitement.
"So.. Micah, what brings you here?" He asked, trying to keep his English well enough to understand.
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Micah felt like he stood out like a sore thumb when he arrived at the club. He felt awkward in his own skin, and despite trying to dress appropriately.. he wasn't really sure what appropriate club clothes even were.
He tried to keep it simple, a white button up and tanned pants and brown belt and dark brown dress shoes. His medium length dirty blonde hair was nicely combed, framing his freckles face. But as he adjusted his round glasses and looked around.. he felt like a deer stumbling into a wolf den. It didn't help with his lankiness he also looked like one.
He tried to put on a brave face, though he was likely failing, and made his way to the bar. Focusing solely on this goal, get a drink.. that should help right? God, he was wondering if it would save everyone time if he just left now and saved anyone's time with his presence. But he was going to try at least. At the bar he was staring at the menu, squinting a bit as he contemplated what to even order. When was the last time he went to a bar?
After an eventful show, the DJ tended to party in the same spot- why wouldn't he? Everyone already knew and adored him, it certainly was a pleasant ego-boost. However, tonight's venue didn't feel like the right crowd; not enough strangers, and not nearly as much dancing as he'd like.
These two things were a necessity to Nikolas, giving the underground club one last look before heading out the backdoor. As he wandered the streets of New York, nerves still excitedly buzzing from whatever the stagehand had given him before performing, Minin spotted a bar- busy and loud, even from the outside. It was perfect.
And so, there Niko leaned, right at the edge of the counter. He still wore his mixing outfit, designed to be very "breathable".. meaning that his shirt was practically mere scraps hanging onto him, chest covered by bright-colored fishnet. His dark pants looked like they'd be ripped at by bears. Blue eyes scanned the chatty, dancing crowd, looking for a target. Strangers were always the best folk to mess around with at places like these, they'd always had a story. Shit, Nikolas certainly did. Sipping the last of his first vodka redbull- the first of many that night- he placed down his drink. The DJ had opened his mouth to order another, but a new face stuck out in his vision. A devilish grin spread across his lips, pushing off from his spot at the leftest edge of the counterspace and moving through the crowds as if they were water; Niko ended up right behind Micah, leaning over his shoulder to leer at the drink options.
"Need help finding something, stranger?" Minin asked, his accent thick on his tongue.
Micah stood at a good 6'1, and was just standing there at first mouthing the different names of alcohol in the board. He jumped quite a bit when he heard the voice right beside his head, stumbling back against him which had him quickly pulling away again while his face went bright red.
"ah-! Sorry, sorry, I-i didn't see you-" he began , stumbling over his words that spilled from his mouth quickly, sheepishly smiling. All the while processing the question a couple moments later, having him blink a bit before continuing to speak.
"oh uhm, well.." he blanked before laughing nervously, a hand coming to rub the side of his neck in a nervous stomach/fidget.
"I'd appreciate the help, uh, stranger." He concluded, taking in how he looked and. Wow. Just... Wow. Why was such a handsome man talking to him? Was this a joke?
Despite the other being a bit taller than him, Niko had more than enough confidence to counter this, laughing as the stranger stumbled right into him. He grabbed the bar with one hand, the other finding itself at the man's hip- briskly removing himself once the other had found his footing. Minin watched the other with a sense of curiosity, like a fox watching a helpless deer. It was feasting time.
"Don't apologize, American." Niko smiled warmly, finding the other endearing. How couldn't he, when the man was acting so sheeplike? The stranger definitely wasn't a usual bar-hopper, looking like a wide-eyed prey animal within a sea of creatures wanting to eat him off the bone. It was cute, in a way. "I am Niko, local DJ." The dirty blond introduced himself simply, alcohol already going to his head enough to not have a full English vocabulary.
"Let me get you drink, yes?" Minin offered, though not giving him time to speak before whistling over toward the bartender. "Two more, on tab." The DJ called out, watching the worker nod before moving his attention back to the other. "It's good, you will like it." He promised, scooting himself to be besides the glasses-wearing man.
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Micah felt like he stood out like a sore thumb when he arrived at the club. He felt awkward in his own skin, and despite trying to dress appropriately.. he wasn't really sure what appropriate club clothes even were.
He tried to keep it simple, a white button up and tanned pants and brown belt and dark brown dress shoes. His medium length dirty blonde hair was nicely combed, framing his freckles face. But as he adjusted his round glasses and looked around.. he felt like a deer stumbling into a wolf den. It didn't help with his lankiness he also looked like one.
He tried to put on a brave face, though he was likely failing, and made his way to the bar. Focusing solely on this goal, get a drink.. that should help right? God, he was wondering if it would save everyone time if he just left now and saved anyone's time with his presence. But he was going to try at least. At the bar he was staring at the menu, squinting a bit as he contemplated what to even order. When was the last time he went to a bar?
After an eventful show, the DJ tended to party in the same spot- why wouldn't he? Everyone already knew and adored him, it certainly was a pleasant ego-boost. However, tonight's venue didn't feel like the right crowd; not enough strangers, and not nearly as much dancing as he'd like.
These two things were a necessity to Nikolas, giving the underground club one last look before heading out the backdoor. As he wandered the streets of New York, nerves still excitedly buzzing from whatever the stagehand had given him before performing, Minin spotted a bar- busy and loud, even from the outside. It was perfect.
And so, there Niko leaned, right at the edge of the counter. He still wore his mixing outfit, designed to be very "breathable".. meaning that his shirt was practically mere scraps hanging onto him, chest covered by bright-colored fishnet. His dark pants looked like they'd be ripped at by bears. Blue eyes scanned the chatty, dancing crowd, looking for a target. Strangers were always the best folk to mess around with at places like these, they'd always had a story. Shit, Nikolas certainly did. Sipping the last of his first vodka redbull- the first of many that night- he placed down his drink. The DJ had opened his mouth to order another, but a new face stuck out in his vision. A devilish grin spread across his lips, pushing off from his spot at the leftest edge of the counterspace and moving through the crowds as if they were water; Niko ended up right behind Micah, leaning over his shoulder to leer at the drink options.
"Need help finding something, stranger?" Minin asked, his accent thick on his tongue.
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My head is hurting. This should not be legal for a guy like myself
see i would like to be ground up and used as fertilizer. not right now but yeah, someday
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❝ you’re going hurt yourself. ❞
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The mixture of loud bass and far too many drinks can sometimes lead a guy to have far too much confidence in himself. And that's where the male witch found himself on a late night, deep in the ocean of bodies- instead of his usual position on the stage. Even when Nikolas wasn't having a show, the man still found himself at the club scene more often than not.
It felt like home, in a way. So, when Niko Minin spotted one of the dancing pedestals finally empty for once- the professional dancers probably on break or something- the DJ made his way through, stumbling and weaving through the right crowd. With a big, devious, grin on his face, the man began to push himself up on the pedestal- only to hear a stranger's voice from behind him.
Niko turned around, smile not leaving his face. "Oh, c'mon, I think you want to join me. You Americans and your fake worry, it's cute! Come, come." The man stood up on the small stage, motioning for the stranger to join him.
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