#nikki flare

[spacedustpan]

Have you heard Kyaami/Cillia's cover of nikki's song Flare featuring Namine Ritsu Kire?

[ynfg-gifs]

Yume 2kki - Planetarium (Starry Night)

[mittiinmiraland]

Stardust Flare - Recolors

source: official Infinity Nikki website (post)

[y2k-aesthetic]

Omg, I had embroidered jeans back then too, it was a whole thing lol! Extremely 2000s outfit, 11/10.

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[vilelittlecritter]

If you ever wanna know what shit I listen to it's Indie game music, Lo-fi, Jack Stauber, Bo En, Tally Hall, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, King Crimson, Jimi Hendrix, Alias Conrad Coldwood and Akira Yamoaka.

Also if you've never listened to Yamoakas music for the love of god do it his music is so fucking good, wether it's ambient tracks or vocal he fuckin rocks.

You're not here, I want love studio mix and the entire Silent hill 2 soundtrack are absolute amazing tracks to listen to.

If I had a vinyl player I'd genuinely buy vi.yl disks of the ost...

Welp I know what I'm saving up for after my pc...

[emmaspolaroid]

I FIGURED OUT WHAT CAUSED MY FLARE UP AND THE CAUSE WAS ME, BEING A DUMBASS

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Jack I’m afraid you’ve infiltrated my thoughts because I was thinking of bruised up Price, and it turned into Nik finding out he’s obsessed with bruising John up, had no idea about it before, but after their first night together, Nik finds him leaning against the counter with his mug, still buck ass naked, and there are p e r f e c t bruises in the shape of Nik’s fingers on his hips, and John jumps when Nik slowly aligns his fingers, laying his hands there

While is mind is very much malfunctioning

When this came in, Nikki, the sound I made.

Nik likes marking what is his. And John likes being marked.

cw: consensual bruises/hickies, possessive behaviour.

Nik woke up to find a steaming mug of coffee on the bedside table. He had heard footsteps that had carried it there in the background of his subconscious, but it had been the smell - fresh ground coffee beans from Columbia - that had lured him back to the land of the living. He flexed his fingers against the cotton bed sheets and then let the stretch run the full length of his body, vertebrae and joints clicking, as he surfaced from the most restful sleep he'd had in a long time.

No John, obviously. For if there had been a John, then there would have been no coffee.

Last night had been... breathtaking. Years of yearning, of tentative steps back and forth towards an uncertain destination, of circling each other, too nervous to ruin what they already had. It had been by mere chance that Nik had broken the stalemate; a panicked kiss snatched as John exited the Black Hawk for a mission based on bad intel, even by Laswell's standards. Come back to me.

And he had. They had barely stumbled through the front door of John's flat before their hands had started burrowing beneath their clothes, teeth and fingers biting into the firm topography of flushed, eager bodies. Nik had never had sex like it. Sex where he felt like he had burrowed beneath his lover's ribcage and taken refuge in his chest, every gasp, every flex, like it had happened beneath his own skin. He had never wanted to possess, consume, protect, as strongly as he did with John.

Nik gathered John's pillow to his face and took a deep breath, searching for the smell of him deep in the cotton and goose down. It was there, but too faint. John had been awake long enough for the warmth to fade, and his scent along with it. Nik was left with no recourse but to leave the comfort of his bed in search of the source. With any luck, he could coax John back.

It was cold outside and even though John had agreed to turn the heating on, Nik grabbed his dressing gown from the back of the door and threw it on, leaving it to hang open at the front and off one shoulder as he strolled into the living room, otherwise naked. If he happened to pocket the lube on his way out, well...

The television was on, with some innocuous breakfast show host chatting about Storm Darragh on a plastic looking sofa, her too-white too-straight teeth bared in a smile that looked more like a grimace.

But no John.

Nik followed the sound of plates and running water towards the kitchen, and found what he was looking for washing up last night's dishes. The radio was on softly, a background track to the slosh of soap suds and the rattle of cutlery. Nik wasn't really paying attention to the song, because John hadn't seen fit to pull on more than a pair of boxers, leaving the rest of his magnificent body on full display. Nik's eyes dragged down the length of him, lingering just above his waistband.

Dappled across John's freckle-dusted skin, some faint, some vibrant, were blueish-black ovals in the shape of Nik's fingers. They flared over John's hip where Nik had clutched him tightly the night before. The sight of them made Nik's mouth run dry, his cock, hanging thick and heavy between his thighs, twitching against the edge of the dressing gown.

He remembered relishing the way John's body had felt in his hands, how his strong thighs had clamped down hard when Nik had pinned his wrists, how the give of the flesh over his hips, of his full, shapely backside had looked when Nik had turned him to breed him from behind. How every time John's voice had broken into a moan, Nik had held him tighter, held him down until he had come, wailing and begging. How John has felt so tight and so warm around his cock, his body the perfect, eager cock sleeve. Their first time had been just as passionate as he'd always dreamed, and it had left bruises like footsteps on John's skin.

Nik watched John with hungry eyes, lower lip rolling between his teeth. John felt his presence and Nik saw him tense a little, like a prey animal caught in a predator's ambush.

Price had risen early out of habit, leaving Nik to rest after his athletic performance the night before. The only time he ever managed longer than seven hours was after a particularly gruelling op, and even then it took several days for his mind to settle to the point his body could rest. He hadn't bothered showering, but tidied up the flat, checked some emails for anything urgent, and now he was rinsing out last night's beer glasses. He felt Nik's arrival rather than heard him, and his chin tilted down, watching Nik's reflection in the stainless steel of his toaster. He chewed the inside of his cheek when he realised Nik was naked but for his dressing gown, his thick, masculine physique flaunted with mouthwatering confidence that made Price weak.

His skin prickled under Nik's scrutiny, every nerve on tenterhooks as the memory of the night before still echoed through his body, a glorious, bone-deep ache. His body still remembered the shape of Nik's cock, and Price had admired the evidence of his hunger in the bathroom mirror as he'd brushed his teeth; a rainbow of bruises on his neck, his shoulders, his hips and thighs.

And yet, he was desperate for more. Desperate to feel Nik's hands on him again; holding him down, spreading him open. Desperate to latch onto his broad shoulders and huge biceps, to feel his full chest push down against his back, the firm peaks of his nipples contrasted with the softness of his fur. Price stared at the stream of water spilling over the mug in his hands because, other than his sight, every other sense of tuned into Nik.

Nik sipped his coffee more to stop his mouth from watering than anything else, and closed his eyes briefly, if only to focus on the light sting of scratches up his back where John's blunt nails had caught him in his desperate ecstasy. Nik remembered feeling the first graze, but his mouth had been sucking a mark into the arch of John's throat at the time. Just below the beard line so it could be hidden by John's shemagh. Only just.

John was beautiful. His skin, a patchwork of freckles, scars and uneven tan lines, overlaid a trim, muscular body that was narrow and broad in all the right places. His waist was the perfect shape, slotting into Nik's hands like John had been forged with the shape of them in mind, and his muscular back had flexed so beautifully when Nik had thrust into him. He wanted to see it again.

Nik drifted over, leaving his coffee mug on the dining room table as he drew close enough for John to feel his body heat.

"Mornin'," John murmured, the crackle in his voice from a night spent moaning and begging sent a little shiver of pleasure through Nik's core. John was ethereal, ruffled, the morning sun spilling through the kitchen window giving him a soft, warm glow at the edges. The clash of relative innocence with the traces of their debauchery made Nik want to sink his teeth in, to renew his claim on the strong, unyielding body before him.

"Good morning," Nik replied, leaning forward to place his mug on the counter. He had to lean close enough for his breath to ghost over John's skin, his chest hair to perhaps tickle his back, but he didn't touch, not yet. He closed his eyes and leaned in to John's shoulder, inhaling a long, deep hit of the bed-warm scent still lingering on his skin; faded cologne, clean sweat with deodorant, the warm musk of a man that had slept in clean sheets after being fucked into them.

"Surprised ya didn't have a lay in." Price was trying to keep his voice level, but even he could hear the tremor of anticipation, so subtle below his gravelly rasp. Oh, he wanted to be possessed again. John Price, so in command on the battlefield, wanted to be utterly dominated in his bed like he had been last night. The thought might have concerned him in the past, but ever since his romantic feelings for Nikolai had exploded into a ravenous sexual attraction, he had wanted those big hands holding him down, whether to ride his cock or fuck his hole, he hadn't cared. His only desire had been to have Nikolai over him, possessing him.

"The bed is cold without you in it," Nik murmured softly, his face tilting into the side of John's neck, the tip of his nose hovering close as he breathed him in.

Every hair on Price's arms stood on end, goosebumps rushing over his shoulders, the tremor of anticipation running through Price's core. His fingers curled against the counter at the edge of the sink, his nipples hardening, cock thickening in his boxers. Even after just one night, Price was conditioned for Nikolai's attention. He wanted nothing more than for Nik to scruff him and push him down, add more marks to establish his ownership.

Nik's lips touched John before his hands, pressing over the bruise they had marked on the back of his shoulder. He lingered there, sucking the tender flesh gently, the traces of sweat salty on his tongue. John let out a faint, low moan, his arm curling up so he could bury his fingers in Nik's hair. Nik ran his fingers over the bruising on John's hip, pressing down just enough for John to feel the rub of his calluses, John's skin dimpling under the pressure. John startled, and Nik could feel the roll of tension coil up his spine, hear the gasp of bewildered pleasure, so Nik pressed down a little harder, earning a soft, wrecked little moan.

Price's knees shook as Nik pulled him close, his chest pressing to Price's back, hair soft and enticing against his skin from shoulder blades to the base of his spine. He looked down to see that huge hand slope over his waist, encompassing it effortlessly, weathered fingers retracing the path of the bruises on his body with possessive glee. Price felt the shaft of Nik's cock settle in the clothed cleft of his arse and his bare toes curled against the tiles. Nik was so hard, searing heat so close to John's hole, the heavy weight of his sac brushing the undersides of his cheeks. Price tilted his hips up eagerly, lifting onto his tiptoes.

"You were so beautiful last night, and just as beautiful this morning, you drive me crazy..." Nik whispered into bruised skin, running his lips up the side of John's neck in slow, wet kisses. "Did you enjoy last night, detka? Did you like it when I made you spread your legs, take my cock deep?"

"Yeah, Nik... It was good, so fuckin' good," Price rasped, his breathy whisper breaking into another low moan as Nik's hand slid into his boxers to squeeze the length of his prick. Price looked down to watch Nik touch what he wanted, take what he wanted, fondling the fragile heft of his balls before stroking Price's shaft in long, lazy pulls as the other arm slanted over his chest to keep him close.

"You are ravishing, with my marks all over you, like I have claimed you as mine." Nik grazed his teeth against John's neck and felt a thrill when John's head flopped back and to the side. "Do you like them?"

"Like you lookin' at 'em," Price replied, his voice like treacle in his mouth. He rocked his hips a little into Nik's hand, rubbing back against Nik's cock, pinned as it was between his arse and Nik's belly. "Like you touchin' 'em. Wan'..." He trailed off, the intensity of his desire somewhat embarrassing.

"What do you want, John?" Nik squeezed John's glans gently, milking a few thick beads of precum that he smoothed down John's shaft. Listening to John's stuttering gasp, he shifted his hand across to squeeze one full tit, massaging the muscle against his palm as he sucked a deep, possessive kiss into John's neck.

"Hnng, wan' ya... t' make more, Nik. All over. Forever. Mark me up... please." Price's entire body hummed under Nik's hands, his cock twitching and leaking in Nik's grip. Fuck, his hand was so big. Price's prick wasn't small; respectable, perhaps slightly above average, but the way Nik's warm hand enveloped him, Price's wet, drooling cockhead pushing through the tight hollow of his fist, looked obscenely hot.

Nik pulled John away from the sink and turned him towards the centre island dividing the kitchenette from the living room, one hand sliding to his hip while the other took him by the back of his neck and pushed him down. Nik's nails dragged down John's spine, making those strong muscles flex, until his fingers hooked beneath the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down his thighs, leaving them to pull around his ankles. His arse was perfect, two full globes, with tidy whirls of body hair between them that trailed down over the swell of his balls. Nik licked the tip of his thumb and smoothed it around his puffy, pink rim, teasing it into a twitching, sensitive response. "Mm, beautiful."

Price stretched his hands over the wooden surface of the island, his hole, still sore and used from the night before, fluttered greedily under Nik's touch and Price wanted Nik to press inside, demand more. It ached so good. "C'mon, Nik... Fuck me. Please. Need ya so bad."

"Mm, detka. Ya budu tebya yebat' poka ty ne budesh' umolyat' menya ostanovit'sya," Nik whispered, gripping the base of his cock to rub the slick head around John's hole. He watched his pucker stretch and shift around it as he dipped just inside, teeth biting on his lower lip. The tortured little noises that John made sent a thrill up Nik's spine, and he reached into his pocket for the lube.

Price moaned when Nik's slick fingers teased into him, already slack enough for the sensation of being stretched to feel good, and he relaxed effortlessly. He felt filthy in the best way, hollowed out by Nik the night before, ready to be his cock sleeve again. The squelch of his fingers, the soft, approving rumble, the feel of his fingertips circling and stroking over his prostate, made Price's cock flick and leak onto the kitchen floor. It felt like his mind was melting, nothing but putty to be manipulated by Nik's hands and words, just as his body was. Mark me, take me, own me.

"Mm, John. You are so loose, so ready to be fucked."

"Oh, Nik, please, ahh, I'm gonna come."

"Then come, detka, but you will still take all of me, I will still mark you up again, inside and out."

"Oh, fuck, Nik... C'mon... Please, 'm yours, need yer, please."

Nik weighed up whether he would make John come on his fingers, gliding them in and out lazily, John's pretty hole glistening and butter soft, so hungry. But the thought of stuffing him full properly again, the way John was squirming so deliciously on the countertop, made his mind up for him.

Nik drew his hand away and slid it down the inside of John's leg, lifting it until the side of his knee and his inner thigh were resting on the counter too. Like this, his cock hung so prettily, his cheeks spread to show off that perfect hole, begging for Nik's cock as lube glistened down the back of his sac. "Ty vyglyadish' chertovski seksual'no..."

Price arched his back and cocked his hips, damp lips parted as he panted. He felt the soft hair of Nik's legs against his inner thigh and then the thick head of his cock against the taut muscle of his hole. He sheathed himself slowly, pressing forward in one thrust, stretching Price open until he was buried to the hilt. Price panted, channel flexing through the pressure of so much girth and length demanding space inside him. "Haa, ash, a ty okhrenitel'no khorosho... upravlyayesh'sya... svoi chlenom."

Nik chuckled, his hand sliding up John's spine to wrap his throat and arch him back. There was a reason Nik wanted him here. There was a long mirror in the hallway to their left, just by the front door. It was just broad enough for John to see himself take Nik's cock, see the way he looked so beautiful, marked up in surrender. Nik held John's jaw, hooked two fingers into his mouth and made him watch as Nik began to roll his hips. He slid his other palm over his thigh, thumb pushing into the swell of John's arse, teasing those bruises, pinning John to his countertop as he was fucked slow and deep.

Price's eyes widened, his nails biting into the wood beneath his hands at the overwhelming fullness, the burning stretch that was fading quickly into an ebb and flow of pleasure that made his mind go blank. He watched the thick, glistening length of Nik's cock slide into his body in the mirror, bewildered by the sight of his own body, held still, so thoroughly possessed by the beast of a man behind him; the delicious illusion of powerlessness, of willing surrender. Price wasn't used to being handled, to being so thoroughly subdued and possessed, and he was delirious with the pleasure of it.

Nik had let the dressing gown slip off, leaving him gloriously naked, his thickly muscled body with its satisfying layer of fat and dark rug of hair moved with an impossible amount of grace for a man his size. It was elegant, measured and controlled. There was no sordid slap of skin, only the glorious drag of his cock, a sweet, deep fullness and a constant pulse building in Price's hips as Nik took him apart with every thrust. "Nik, ahh... you know... Ahh, mm, the perfect spot... Fuck, oh fuck, it feels so... ahh, ahh."

"You were... made for this, John. Made for me to please. Keep watching, detka. Keep... ahh, watching me fuck your pretty hole. Look at how well you... take me." Nik kissed the back of John's neck, his back, leaned his nose and forehead against his spine as he began to grind deeper, thrusting harder.

"Oh Nik, oh Nik, ah, ah, fuh-uck..."

Nik drank John's moans down like a god consuming the prayers of the devout, but he needed to see his face. Needed to suck those full tits and possess his mouth just as he possessed his arse and cock. He ground deep once more before drawing back to guide John round to face him.

Price whined as Nik pulled out, leaving his twitching hole gaping and empty. He dropped his foot stiffly as Nik turned him and lifted his hips, sliding back onto the countertop as Nik stepped between his thighs and licked into his mouth. It was a demanding kiss and Price yielded, moaning as Nik's fingers bit into his hips, exciting and renewing those bruises, their cocks sliding together, slick with lube and precum. When one big hand snagged his hair and pulled his head back, Price surrendered his throat and spread his legs wide, wanton and exposed, keening as Nik sucked another brand into his skin.

Nik licked the sweat from the hollow of John's throat and rubbed his face into the damp hair on his chest, nuzzling his nose between his gloriously full tits as they heaved with each laboured pant. Every inch of John was a masterpiece, every scar, every freckle, made to be consumed by the devoted. John may be breathing Nik's name like a prayer, but it was Nik who worshipped at the real altar. He slid his arms beneath John's thighs, urging John towards the edge of the counter enough to guide the tip of his cock into his rim before his fingers scooped beneath the meat of his arse to lift him.

As Price slipped into Nik's arms, his body sank back down the full length of his cock, seated flush against Nik's hips in one easy glide. A low, filthy moan tore from Price's throat as Nik fucked so deep it felt like he was in Price's damn guts. "Oh, oh, fuck, Nik," Price groaned, latching onto Nik's shoulders as the two strong hands cupped beneath his arse moved his six foot two, ninety kilogram body along Nik's cock like a fuckin' fleshlight.

Nik slammed his hips into every thrust, knowing his cock was sliding over that perfect spot in John's body, as he stooped forward to kiss and bite at his chest. With each sucking bruise he left, John's voice grew louder, his pleas and groans increasingly more desperate. Wet, hard cock flopping between their bellies, neglected, but John was so close just form being fucked. Nik could feel it in his legs and hips, a rigid tension, see it in the flush of his skin and the misty distance of his eyes. He writhed in Nik's grip, body rocking itself onto Nik's cock, meeting his thrusts.

Price spread his legs wide over Nik's arms, hands at his shoulders, back bowed so Nik could bite and suck his ownership over his tits. His head fell back, his balls drawing tight, and he spilled in thick ropes over their bellies just as Nik sucked hard on one of his nipples. "Nik, Nik, Nik!"

Nik moaned, slowing his pace to long out the aftershocks of John's orgasm in that sweet spot just before overstimulation, greedily drinking in those delicious, wanton moans as Nik's cock teased his clenching channel. "The way your arse sucks on my cock... o, kak zhe ty goryach..."

Nik was so close, teetering on the brink in a heady, tingling liminal space before the fall, and he savoured the breathless moment. The sight of John's body in his arms, his head thrown back in abandon, his skin sheened in sweat. It was the flash of those blue eyes that looked at him with such unbridled adoration, so bright, so full of ecstasy, that dragged Nik's orgasm from him mercilessly. It spread like the rolling shockwaves of a nuclear warhead, cock throbbing with each thick pulse or cum as Nik held John flush to his hips, his entire body rigid as he snarled into John's chest.

Price groaned as Nik's orgasm spilled into him, Nik's cock buried to the hilt to make sure Price's body took every drop. Nik had marked him, inside and out, the throb of new bruises on his skin mixing with the warmth of Nik filling him up; it was raw, animalistic, and Price never wanted to fuck any other way.

Nik stumbled a little, settling John's rear on the edge of the countertop as he withdrew his cock, the sound of wet suction as lube and spend dripped out of John's hole was deliciously filthy. Nik peppered gentle kisses on John's jaw as he kept his legs raised and spread over his arms, making him linger in that hollowed out feeling that came after being fucked so full.

Price basked in the deep recesses of an afterglow that seemed to muffle the rest of the world out. He tilted his face to Nik's and kissed him lazily, sucking on his tongue, his lips, his body humming with warm bliss. When Nik lowered his legs, Price stumbled, held up by the strong arms that wrapped around him. "Bloody 'ell, yer've fucked me boneless..."

"That is a good thing, I hope," Nik said softly, cradling John's body to his chest, nuzzling kisses into the mess of his hair.

"Oh yeah. Can't believe we've wasted twenty years not fuckin'..."

"Not wasted. We had to allow the chemistry to reach its natural conclusion."

"Hmm." Price closed his eyes and took a deep breath of Nik's musky scent, knowing his own cowardice had held him back more than any damn chemistry, but it didn't matter. He had Nik now, and he was going to enjoy every part of him from this point on. "Feelin' a bit woolly in the 'ead, might shower, lie down."

"Of course. Come." Nik pressed a palm to John's forehead briefly, just to check, but found only the natural, post-coital warmth beneath his skin. He scooped him up anyway, much to John's amusement.

"Eh, wossis?"

"You are boneless and therefore cannot possibly walk."

"Ha, fine, fine, but if yer tell a soul, 'll nail yer bollocks to the nose of yer Heli."

"Your terms are acceptable."

Price slumped in Nik's arms with another rueful chuckle, and let himself be carried into his en suite. They shared the shower, and Price tried not to look too closely at the thrill he got when Nik washed him, those large hands working over his intimate areas possessively, over his cock and balls, between his cheeks, beneath his arms and up his back and chest; a full body massage with soap and water that left a tingling pleasure in its wake.

By the time they stumbled back to bed, Price was nursing a semi, but felt too spaced to do much about it. He curled against Nik's chest, burying his nose in his soft chest hair, and basked under the caress of strong fingers down his back.

Later, they would cook a late breakfast and head out for a walk, and Nik would touch the marks he had left through John's clothes, nuzzling the hickies on his neck through his scarf. "Mine," Nik whispered against John's throat when he pushed him against the trunk of a broad oak tree to kiss him, a hand sliding into his waistband.

"Yeah, Nik, yeah... All yours, fuck. All yours."

[itsgaga]

Paprazzi

“Y/N over here” 

“Nikki”

“Come on Y/N can I get a smile from you”

The flashing lights never stopped, every time your eyes would try to adjust, another storm of flaring lights would blind you. When you and Nikki first got together you were able to deal with the paparazzi, some were actually quite nice and would only ask for a picture or two and then leave you alone, some were more determined to get as many pictures as they could but still they were never rude ;however, as time went on their attention and actions shifted. They once were only focused on yours and Nikki’s relationship but recently they started following you even when Nikki wasn’t there. Their words changed, they once would compliment you, tell Nikki how lucky he was, and would have nice small talk with you, but now, they want to know where you’re going, who with, and for long, insults can be heard when they’re around, they run after you, and follow you in cars, and will sneak around regardless of where you are. 

Today was supposed to be just a normal day, you and Nikki had gone out to get away from the spotlight, the plan was to just go and sit in a cafe hours away from your guys’ home in a small town hoping no one would recongize either of you so you guys could get away from the camera and spend a day without the stress that comes along with being famous ;however, as soon as you guys pulled into the parking lot men with cameras came jumping out of their blacked out cars, all running torwards your direction.

You looked at Nikki, who was looking at the crowd. “Shit” Nikki put the car in reverse but before he could take his foot off the brake the car is surrounded from every angle. Loud screams were coming from outside the car. “Y/N and Nikki” “Y/N and Nikki” “Y/N and Nikki” that’s all you heard, over and over again.

It was never ending, minutes had passed and Nikki had given up, he’s sitting in the front seat with his head resting on the back and his hands covering his face.  The men were clearly getting frustrated and changed their approach to getting what they wanted.

“Nikki, how good is Y/N? You think you’d ever give me a chance to find out”

Nikki removed his hands from his face and looked outside the car.

“Hey man, don’t start”

A guy standing outside your window speaks up.

“Well, if she’s gonna dress like a whore she’s gonna be treated like a whore.”

Nikki was mad, his emotions were all over his face, you could tell he wanted to say something. “Nikki don’t, they just want a reaction” Nikki looked at you then looked down. “We need to leave.” Before you could tell Nikki theres no way to get out, Nikki once again put the car in reverse and began backing up.

Loud shouts from the back of the car were yelling at him to stop, Nikki rolled down his window and told them to get out of the way. Again, the man from your side speaks up.

“Hey Nik, are those things real on her?”

Nikki ignored him.

“I think fake tits look like shit.”

Again, he ignored him.

It wasn’t until the man just flat out called you a whore when Nikki finally snapped and swung the car door open, the man saw Nikki and tried to calm him down.

“Hey, no no Nikki it’s just my job, i’m just doing this for money, I didn’t mean it man, seriously.”

Within seconds Nikki was threatening to beat his ass, there was pushing and shoving and screaming with flashes from the camera. You were done, you wanted to leave, with numerous insults and what felt like thousands of photos being taken, you were just done.

Rolling down the window you yell for Nikki multiple times, he made his way back to the car, clearly still pissed off and got in immediately driving off. “I can’t believe it, I can’t fucking believe it.”  Nikki sighed and looked at you.

“Are you alright, babe.”

You just look at Nikki, give a soft smile, grab his hand, and look out the window. The car ride back was quiet, except for the occasional whispers coming from Nikki, complaining about the paparazzi and muttering a bunch of threats.

He squeezes your hand causing you to look at him “I’m just saying I would’ve beaten his ass if you would’ve let me”. You roll your eyes and smile. “I know babe” Nikki looks at you.

“I’m being serious”

“I know you are”

“Really? Cause I feel like you don’t believe me”

You and Nikki continue back and forth the entire car ride home, completely forgetting about everything that just happened. Realizing only then that you two didn’t need to drive hours away to go somewhere to feel some sort of peace and forget about everything else going on in your lives, the entire time the two of you could’ve just found peace in each other.

Bro. I hate the ending. With a passion. I rewrote it about 7 times. I didnt wanna give up. But i’m tired. Ready for a nap. So enjoy.

[udearmia]

✦ Infinity Nikki five star outfit series (1/2) Stardust Flare & Dance Till Dawn

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──★ ˙ ̟🎀 beauty!

🍭𓂃 ࣪˖ bodycare

imperial leather, mallow and rose body wash (🎀🗒 note: one of my signatures!! ♡)

garnier rice water & starch hair mask ♡

barrym pink grapefruit lip scrub

beauty of joseon glow serum ♡

skinny dip london creamy vanilla sugar body scrub ♡ (🎀🗒 note: one of my signatures!! ♡)

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ makeup

no.7 shimmer face palette (highlighter, blush, etc.)

MUA metamorphosis lip & cheek oil (og extra) (🎀🗒 note: one of my signatures!! ♡)

maybelline new york, the colossal (mascara)

barrym "thats swell!" lip plumper

rimmel london sculpting palette (002 coral) (🎀🗒 note: one of my signatures!! ♡)

rimmel london maxi blush ♡

charlotte tilbury collagen lip bath kit

charlotte tilbury pillow talk lip lustre (🎀🗒 note: my autumn / winter signature ♡)

⭐️𓂃 ࣪˖ scents

miss dior, blooming bouquet ♡

sweet tooth, sabrina carpenter

jimmy choo, rose passion (🎀🗒 note: one of my signatures! ♡)

victoria's secret, bare vanilla (🎀🗒 note: my autumn / winter signature ♡)

avon, far away ♡ (🎀🗒 note: my summer signature ♡)

so, strawberry frappe (🎀🗒 note: my summer signature ♡)

so, flower bloom (🎀🗒 note: my spring signature ♡)

👛𓂃 ࣪˖ clothing

leg warmers ♡

low cut long sleeves

long coats ♡

subtle lace and frill accents ♡

tiered skirts

glitzy belts

dangly earrings

beaded jewelry

lots of accessories! ♡

long scarves (🎀🗒 note: my winter /autumn signature ♡)

hairclips hairclips hairclips ♡

flared, low waisted jeans

plaid halter tops (🎀🗒 note: my summer signature ♡)

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 entertainment!

🍬𓂃 ࣪˖ tv shows and series

my little pony!!!!!!!!♡

rick and morty

strawberry shortcake

gilmore girls♡

monster high

inside job♡

true beauty

kimi ni todoke

gossip girl

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ movies

princess diaries

legally blonde♡

kiki's delivery service

arrietty♡

princess and the frog♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ video games

the witcher 3♡

kirby's return to dreamland♡

animal crossing: new horizons

infinity nikki♡

sky: children of the light

wuthering waves

legend of zelda, tears of the kingdom

honkai star rail♡

genshin impact

project sekai♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 misc.!

🍮𓂃 ࣪˖ favourite trinkets

my melody tea party series figure blind box ♡

all the little sanrio trinkets i got from my advent calendar!

sylvanian family baking baby party series blind bag ♡

lalaloopsy sew magical! sew cute! pink button doll

lalaloopsy minis limited edition golden princess figure (🎀🗒 note: i dont remember the series name😭)

my melody afternoon tea series figure blind box ♡

funko pop! my melody lolita limited edition figurine ♡

lalaloopsy sew magical! sew cute! pink button doll mouse

🐧𓂃 ࣪˖ favourite plushies

👛𓂃 ࣪˖ favourite cds

the best damn thing avril lavigne cd ♡

live through this 1994 hole cd ♡

formula of love twice cd

tomorrow ethereal txt cd ♡

this is how tomorrow moves bea cd

norman fucking rockwell lana del rey cd

all my love, and happy new year! 🎆🎀🫶🏻💗

[southerntigress]

Love u 4-ever

So this is a little fluff that popped into my mind when I saw Courtney's post about Nikki leaving her love notes on Instagram and so I thought I would also throw in a idea I had floating around where Nikki would take care of his girl who had chronic back pain and stuff. Just a little something different than what I usually write. Let me know what yall think and if yall would like more stories like this.

I had just woken up and rolled over to see that Nikk was already up. No surprise there he was a early riser. I stretched and looked over to see what time it was and as I did i saw a note sitting on my table I went to reach for it when a sharp pain hit me in my back taking my breath " holy shit that hurt" I said to myself

I gave myself a minute before trying to move again. I have scoliosis that has cause chronic back pain over the years it's gotten worse as I've gotten older and when I'm in a bad flare up I can barely do anything, it seems like today is going to be one of those days.

I sigh and get up picking up the note it read " Baby my ❤️ is so full.... I love u 4-ever. - huz" I smile to myself I love getting these kinda things from Nikki. We have been married 10 years and it still amazes me how romantic he can be. I make my way downstairs slowly, holding my back as I go. I go in the kitchen where I find Nikki sitting at the bar drinking coffee and reading something on his laptop.

Nikki looks up at me taking his glasses off

"Good morning baby" he says

I stretch out and lean across the counter with a groan " morning" I say

"Rough morning?" He asks

I nod " Uh huh, woke up and could barely move my back hurts so bad" I say

He gets up and comes to stand behind me

" Sorry I'll try to be more gentle next time" he teases

I giggle "you're terrible Sixx"

" I know but you love it" he laughs

"I do" I say

"By the way I found the note thank you baby" I say

Nikki leans down against me and kisses me I kiss him back

He pulls away "you're welcome baby, you know you're really hot all bent over this counter makes me wanna pound u into it" he says lowly

I lift my head up and look at him with a raised eyebrow " I like being bent over and pounded, if I wasn't in so much pain right now I would definitely take u up on that offer" I say

He smirks " I know u would"

"I think I'm going to lay out by the pool for a bit maybe some vitamin D will help my back feel better" I say as I raise up

Nikki looks at me with a smirk "Vitamin D is probably what through your back out"

I swat at at him " Get out of here sixx u are a terrible man" I say laughing

He just laughs harder

I finally make it outside and I'm starting to relax and feel a little better.

My phone goes off I pick it up and see I have a text from Nikki I open it

"Come inside I have something to help u feel better"

I get up and head upstairs to our bedroom and Nikki meets me at the door

" I ran u a nice warm bath with some bath salts to maybe help with the pain and soothe your back" he smiles

I walk in the bathroom and there's candles lit around the tub and rose petals and nice warm bubble bath awaited me.

I turn to Nikki " baby this is so sweet I love u so much thank u"

"It's my pleasure, I'll leave u to it" he says and goes to walk out

I stop him "join me"

" I would love to but baby this is all for u, u deserve it now get in before it gets cold" he says

" yes sir" i say and salute him

He just laughs and shakes his head as he closes the door

I strip and get in the hot water feels amazing on my aching bones I relax and sit back.

After awhile I get out and dry off wrapping a robe around I head into the bedroom to get into some comfy clothes. As I walk in I see Nikki laying on the bed.

He turns his head and looks at me " enjoy your bath?"

"I did, thank u again baby" I say and kiss him

He pulls me on top of him and we continue to make out til we have to pull away for air.

" lay down and undress I'm going to give u a back massage" Nikki says

"Oh bless u child" I laugh and roll off of him

He just rolls his eyes at me when I said that

He massage my back and I have to say it was probably the best back massage I have ever gotten.

After he was done he laid beside me and pulled me close we cuddled one another til we was both fast asleep.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

!! disclaimer before we start this girliez !!

it's gonna be a multi-part fic

it's based on the movie (i read about the band's and nikki's life, but it'd be complicated)

fem!reader will be half russian and half of another nation (you can insert yours here)

it's gonna have some TW parts as cussing, drugs, sex, miscarriage, depression so please read with caution!!

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏.

word count: 2.308k trigger warning: cursing, pole dance, smoking

1981, hollywood, sunset boulevard

♡ 𝐘/𝐍 ♡

the fake lashes tickled her eyes as one of her colleagues helped her to ruffle up her hair, well, if you can name the other girls who pole dances with you in a night club 'colleagues'.

"i fucking hate this shit" she muttered, putting lipstick on her lips. jessica, the girl who helped her shrugged her shoulders.

"when you're done with that, you can go off with a guy. old men pays way much more then the broke, skinny rock and roll wannabe-ones."

"it's a good idea jess, but i want to use my young years, and maybe get a normal relationship." y/n knew that this decade had its own fuckboys, just like the teddy-boys in the 60s with long coats and hair with much gale, and the hippies in the 70s with those fucking irritating and bad-looking flares and too much color, and now... they had log hair, black clothes and bulked up with studs, now just on their clothes, but on their face, too. sometimes it was fucking disgusting, even worse than punks, but other times, it was pleasant dig into a boy's long hair while he ate her out.

"your choice, baby. two minutes and simon will come in, so prepare yourself." simon was the guy who talked with them; when to go to the stage and when their shift ended, handing out the girls' 'salaries' to them, always in cash, of course. dancing here wasn't her first option; y/n wanted to go to somewhere, where an audience could tell that she had a good voice, or just tell her to fuck off, getting into dancing and singing, acting universities were difficult and expensive to get in. but since she had to pay the bills in the house she shared with two other girls, collecting money wasn't that easy.

in two hours, she was dancing in the big area on the counter, letting men tuck money into her panties and throw it in the front of her legs. shaking and crawling her body to the music, she almost completely shut the world out from her own world. at least she could dance, and she liked dancing, as soon as...

a bolting light shone through the bar. it was impossible to miss that is was a camera light. what the fuck, she turned and saw a couple of guys standing there, making pictures in front of where she was dancing.

"the guys will be so jealous when they're gonna see this! okay, brad, could you-"

"what the fuck do you think are you doing?" y/n stopped dancing, getting their attention.

"just making some pictures, don't worry, babe."

"don't fucking babe me! you can't take pictures here, do you understand?" she hollered, climbing down from the counter.

"could you take a picture about us with your friend in the back? or could you call down her?"

y/n snatched the camera from them.

"if you don't fuck off, i'm gonna trash this piece of shit."

"i'd listen to the girl." two other guy stepped in, they had long hair just like the rockers they probably listened to. one of them, the curlier and brown one carried a drumstick with himself, tucked into his belt.

"sorry, but what the fuck are you?" fuckface brad's one friend asked him.

"just a guy who walks in here from time to time and doesn't break the rules."

"i don't fucking care, could you please go away? we have to take some pictures, give me back that shit!"

"this?" y/n asked, looking at the camera, then, with her heart stomping in her chest, she trashed it down to the ground, breaking it into thousands of pieces. the fuckfaces got shocked.

"are you fucking mad?!"

"you deserved it anyway", the drumstick-boy's friend said, but the next moment, y/n got a punch into her face, crashing into the counter where people stood before it. looking up, she felt something warm running down to her lips, but instead of crying being hurt, she grabbed the nearest bottle she could find, breaking it, she successfully scratched the boy's arm.

"fuck you!" she screamed, aggressively waving the bottle in front of her. "fuck off, right now, motherfuckers!"

"y/n, what the fuck are you doing?" simon got in the picture. y/n looked around; some of the guests and jessica stared at them, the rocker boys stopped punching the other two guy as she fretted the third of them with a broken bottle. "if you do it again, you are gonna get fired!"

the girl looked at him, laughing, grabbing as much as money she could.

"yeah? then you won't gonna get the chance to fire me, because i quit! fuck you, simon, and fuck everybody in this craphole! i'm done!" screaming, she walked back to collect her things. not saying a word to anyone, carrying her clothes and her wallet, she walked beside simon, pushing his shoulder with hers as he tried to talk with her. but now, she was mad and unstoppable.

"you can never go back here if you quit now!" simon yelled to her as she stood at the door, now everybody staring at them.

"you know what simon?" she asked, licking her lips. iron from blood. with money in one hand, she dropped her things for a second and showed up both of her middle fingers.

turning around, she left the place that was her second place to go, but not her second home. out the door, she saw that people were staring into the bar, probably they heard the fight.

"hey dude! give me a fucking cigarette." getting one, they lit it to her.

"do you know what happened? we heard yelling and screaming." a woman asked, y/n nodded, blowing out the smoke.

"yeah, it was me. and don't come here, because the motherfuckers replace half of the whiskey with water." then walking away, she sat down on the side of the road, smoking the stick between her lips as she put on her skirts, top and her jacket. she couldn't think about what's gonna be with her. there was always a place for a crawling, dancing girl who could dress up as a slut.

"hey, are you okay?"

turning around, it was the same two guy who tried to defend her. she couldn't blame them, she blamed the brad-kinda assholes. holding the cig with her hand now, she bit her lip.

"except that the fact that now i'm jobless, that my face hurts and got rearranged, i'm pretty good, thanks." they sat down beside her.

"we're sorry for what happened. but we beat them up."

"you were cool, too! with that broken bottle. i'm tommy, by the way, and he's nikki."

"i can talk myself too, tom."

"i'm y/n. and that's my job... well, was."

"sorry that we couldn't stop it." nikki looked at her. he had pretty, green eyes, not the ones she could see everyday.

"don't worry, it was just a matter of time. otherwise, if i have to handle those three, maybe i'd be in jail now. and i hate this shit", she added, tearing down the fake lashes.

"would you actually stab them?" tommy asked.

"of course. if they break the rules, i break them head." at that, the two of them looked each other. "what? you don't meet girls everyday who smash others for being a motherfucker?"

"no, most of my girlfriends cry and scream, or throw something at me." tommy shrugged his shoulders. "i'm gonna borrow some cigs, do y'all want some?"

"yes, please." y/n said, and nikki nodded, also. now, it was just the two of them. she turned to the guy.

"and you? any troubled girl?" he shook his head.

"not one yet. but an upcoming band, and it's gonna be fire."

"upcoming band? you drive in bands?"

"yeah. but the last one was shit, it was called london."

"bands with names of towns never work, didn't anybody tell you that before?" nikki laughed at her question. "well, now you know. and any plans about the new one?"

"it's gonna be... the best band you've ever seen. but i still need some members in it, now i only have tommy. so tell me, can you sing?"

it this the hand of fate? y/n was far too much played to believe in some guy's promises and questions.

"well, nobody wanted to beat me when i was carousing in my rent." laughing at this, nikki turned to her.

"maybe if you can really sing, i'll count a frontwoman into my band."

"frontwoman? don't joke with me." y/n shook her head at his words.

"why would i joke? why do you think it's a joke?"

"because i got fucked up by some people before, and i don't believe to empty promises. see, i'll go there, and if the band is cool, then i'm in."

tommy came back, handing the cigarettes to them, showing up a bottle alcohol.

"guys, i found this on the ground, it's only half empty!" he said, making y/n grimace.

"watch out, maybe it's piss. happens a lot of time." the two guy laughed again.

"were did you learn these comments?" tommy asked. y/n shrugged her shoulders, letting nikki light her cigarette.

"anywhere. i spent my childhood with people i learned a lot from."

"were you in orphanage?" nikki asked, and she nodded. another piece of ash falling to the ground.

"kinda. i grew up in sacramento, and getting out from it, i came here."

"that's fine. i sent my mother into jail, but she was an asshole anyway." nikki added, making y/n pull up her eyebrows, nodding approvingly.

"hard."

"do you wanna go to party? tommy?" the guy asked, tommy shook his head.

"sorry, but i gotta be home. i think that girl broke up with me, but anyway, it was nice to meet you, y/n."

"see you again, toms."

"how so?"

"your friend just invited me to sing in his upcoming band, the one that never anybody has seen before." she teased nikki.

"wow, that's cool! i thought we're gonna have a guy, but that's okay."

"can't i be as good as a guy?" she asked back, making tommy look at nikki. "whatever, it's only a trial."

as tommy got away, y/n finished her second cigarette. "it was a pleasure to meet you, nikki, but i gotta search for a new place to work."

"really?"

"why? until 4am, they're open. it's not a big deal."

"come and party with me instead of it. or just sit down and talk, hm?" the girl smiled at this, rolling her eyes.

"are you trying to fuck me? other guys just pay me the drinks and help me to get to the bathroom."

"no, i just wanna get to know more about you. you're probably not pure american, judging by your accent." nikki answered, helping her stand up. y/n looked at him.

"it's true that i'm a half-blood. half russian, half (y/na). every cop asks for my id, everybody thinks that i'm a fucking illegal immigrant, but i'm just as an american citizen as this fucking ford!" she said, pointing at the car beside them.

"fuck the police anyway. and... you said that you were a foster kid, how so?"

"i don't want to talk about it. besides, not everybody's choice to get their parents int jail."

the truth was that her mother was truly an illegal immigrant, and in the short half and a year she was in the states, she got pregnant with her from a fellow guy she met with. when y/n was born, her mother had a beautiful, lovely six months with her baby, but then, one day the police knocked on her door. having no father and living in a mother's home, it was an instant way to get into orphanage.

"i'm sorry about that. do you want to forget these things with some booze?" nikki asked as they turned down on the road.

"do you have an actual place to live?" she asked him.

"do you have a place to stay?" nikki asked back.

"hell yeah, just because i'm stated as a slut by the society, i'm not a homeless one!" y/n spread her arms beside them, almost slapping a guy. they both laughed at that. "lead me to your place."

"right away, princess." he replied, setting his arm around her shoulder. "can i?" nikki looked at her, y/n looked up to her from her real eyelashes.

"what?"

"people can think that we're going up to me to fuck." y/n laughed, shrugging her free shoulder.

"and do i look like i give a fuck about what they think?"

♡ 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈 ♡

y/n could be only one girl from all those who he met through the years, but she wasn't. he was unsure about that he really should invite her to the band, because if they really would get famous, everybody would bully her do death. and maybe she wouldn't get it on herself, but he would blow up from all the shit she'd get. looking at her, he only knew her a couple hours ago, but the way she protected herself from the creeps in the bar in underwear, the way she talked, she could be a pure ghetto chick, but she was more than that. it was like... she born into the wrong place, wanting to be more than she was now.

"is something bad? or are you just thinking?" she asked him.

"what? no, i just hope that i locked the windows before i started the night."

"i fancy the simple fact that you are a guy who is capable of thinking."

he wasn't a fan of fast and strong emotions, but if she doesn't stop replying sarcastically, he's gonna marry her.

it was just a matter of time...

...and tons of drugs, music and trouble.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.

a/n: i gotta get into writing since i just got back, but i hope you still like it. if you want to get on the taglist, dm, comment or write here

take care and stay safe girliez

[mittiinmiraland]

Stardust Flare

source: official Infinity Nikki website (post)

[gingeredmink]

♪ ♬Compilation of YN/FG fanmusic ♬ ♪

As title says, here's a list of the yn/fg fansongs/arranges am aware of cause there's a good bit out there that not a lot of people know about [plus some are a paaaain to find]

List is incomplete [I KNOW I'm missing a bunch] and will probably update later. If you know any others feel free to let me know and I'll add them.

♬ Singles/Artists

Covered_In_Rust [Link] Edm/industrial/electronic

SiriProject [Link] Electronic

OrgansDotOrg//Out Of Sorts [.flow | vocaloid ] YOUTUBE LINK

ghostie and p//Oxidation And Dream Monsters [.flow | vocaloid] YOUTUBE LINK

♬ Albums

Multiple Artists

☆ 24 EFFECTS ☆ [Yume Nikki | ambient/electronic/acoustic] Archive Link

Subrock Recordings

SUBLIMINAL [Yume Nikki | Electronic/acoustic/mixed] Archive Link

Liorinkarmic

Rusting Away [.flow | post-rock/experimental/] LINK Alternate Universe [.flow | post-rock/experimental] LINK White Desert [Yume Nikki | ambient/experimental/post-rock] LINK Memories Of A Dying Planet [Yume Nikki | ambient/drone] LINK Massive Rain In The Land Of Sorrow [Yume Nikki | post-rock] LINK [couldn't find a dl for this one so audio is ripped from soundcloud and tags edited in winamp/mp3tag]

Cutable

Another Dream Case​.​01 -​ゆ​め​に​っ​き​- [Yume Niki | Electronic] BANDCAMP LINK Another Dream Case​.​02 -マイナスイチ- [Minus -1 | Electronic] BANDCAMP LINK

nu

Dream World Ep [Yume Nikki/Yume 2kki | Electronic] SOUNDCLOUD LINK

Flare

Yume Nikki: Between The Lines [Yume Nikki | Electronic/acoustic/various genres] BANDCAMP LINK

Chaos x

Yume Nikki Ep [Yume Nikki | acoustic/punk rock] BANDCAMP LINK

DO:KO

Poniko's House [Yume Nikki | Electronic/experimental/downtempo] BANDCAMP LINK

Seagull + hell_Raven

Tsukumono Yume 10th Anniversary Fan Album [Tsukumono Yume | Electronic/chill] YOUTUBE LINK

♬ Misc

Songs aren't directly remixes but have samples in them or were inspired by yn/fg

frxgxd//daydreaming about dying [2kki sample/Breakcore] [Soundcloud Link]

dssctveself//imdisgusting [2kki Sample| Breakcore] [Soundcloud Link] WARNING FOR VOMIT MADO IMAGE

Sorry About My Face// [Ambient/Breakcore] Not sure they have samples but it has Mado on the cover and fits the atmosphere

летний [Soundcloud Link] its gut wrenching (sero.quel*:･ﾟremix) [Soundcloud Link] rumour [Soundcloud Link] g j b v j v c [Soundcloud Link]

cat.flip [drone/ambient/experimental] YNFG inspired/adjacent ambient stuff, also has 2kki screenshot on cover

Make Believe (Album)[Soundcloud link] Spring.tts (Ep)[Soundcloud Link]

[weebz182]

Infinity Nikki- Whimsical Reverie丨Stardust Flare Outfit Preview

>>5-Star Outfit: Stardust Flare

>>Main Attribute: Elegant

🎆Outfit Ability

[Sparklers: Whimsicality]: Splendid fireworks will bloom behind Nikki as she stands or moves. Ignite Low-Heat Fireworks in your hands and paint the world with dazzling colors!

🎆Resonance Milestone Rewards

Reach 160 Resonances in [Skyward Bouquets] to claim [Treasure-Laden Gift Box]. The gift box includes the dance move [Firework Call] and the item [Joyful Song of Fireworks]. Use [Joyful Song of Fireworks] to perform an elegant dance in the game. The [Firework Call] dance move can be used in photo mode with Momo's Camera.

[cruesuffix]

What I'm wondering is how the crüe would react to Mick like, blowing up on them. Like he's had a particularly shitty day and everyone is running around and screaming and breaking shit and he finally snaps at them.

this has so much potential to be angsty as hell and…you know me, i love angst. ofc i have zero angst credentials but seeing as though im headcanon girl, i’ll try my hand at it!

i’ll call this one: mick mars’ thirteenth reason

- let’s say his day starts off on the wrong foot. maybe he has a headache, maybe it’s a bad AS flare up. perhaps he spilt coffee on himself. or he’s just incredibly tired. he’s just having a tough time and all he wants to do is get to the studio, record his parts and go back home.

- maybe it gets worse as soon as he leaves the house; someone cuts him off in traffic, he almost gets into an accident, the roads are busy and it’s taking him an awfully long time to get to the studio. everything that could go wrong does and he’s at his wits end. by the time he gets to the studio he’s stewing in his anger. still, he tries to just take a deep breath and chill out.

- he walks in and notices literally everyone’s in the studio. for some reason vince is there, and he usually never stays behind to watch the rest of them do their tracks. it doesn’t bother him. he can only nod in acknowledgment, not bothering to say a word. then…it starts. nikki is already hounding him about some song. even though they’ve already rehearsed the song like a thousand times, nikki now wants to change a certain riff. he pushes down any retort he wants to make, simply gritting his teeth and nodding. tommy’s being his loud self. it’s annoying, but not even for mick to say anything about it. that’s just the way he is, there’s nothing he can do.

- maybe the boiling point happens from certain factors; the producer wants vince to redo vocals for a song because it apparently wasn’t his best work, so now he has to wait just to start on his guitar tracks. maybe the headache he had earlier that morning comes back as he has to listen to vince sing the same line over and over again. when he finally does start his tracks, nikki gets particularly annoying about his playing. then, maybe tommys starts getting too loud. maybe they all start talking at him, and he’s so overstimulated by the multiple voices talking at him that he just snaps.

- adding this in last minute, but even more interesting: what if it was backstage before a show?? everyone’s so loud in anticipation of another great gig and for some reason micks nerves are shot and he’s not drunk enough to handle everyone partying and being obnoxious, breaking shit, yelling…you know the usual crue activities (at least if we’re talking 80’s era crue). maybe he yells at everyone to shut the fuck up and then for the next few minutes they have left before they get onstage, everyone’s just silent. you can hear a pin drop…and then it’s time to hit the stage. would be interesting if everyone can feel the tension even while they’re onstage. how this would be resolved is up to you because i literally just though about this two seconds before posting it and i don’t have a resolution to this idea yet!

-anyways, back to the show!

- now…mick is a calm person. the band has never even heard him raise his voice! sure, he’s lectured them a dozen times (which always falls on deaf ears)…but he’s never shouted at them, let alone yelled at them. but he is now, though. he almost blacks out in pure rage, he doesn’t necessarily remember what he even says to the guys, he’s sure he probably yelled at them to shut the fck up that’s for sure!

- the band…is speechless. mouths almost hanging open. they don’t even know what to say. they just watch as mick finishes yelling at them and angrily plugs in his guitar and starts working on his tracks. they’d all be so scared, if mick gets stuck on a riff or a chord and lets out even the slightest sigh, they all hold their breath and step back.

- nikki would be absolutely taken aback. if anyone knows about micks temper, it’s him. he’s the one that’s constantly fighting with his old man about everything (he didn’t call him and mick the odd couple in the dirt for nothing!). still, nothing can brace him for the most epic of blow ups mick just displayed. he almost wants to leave the room and just let the others deal with it, that’s how scared he is.

- which says nothing about how scared tommy would be. this bitch would almost shit himself…literally his heart drops right down to his stomach. he’s the lucky bastard that’s never had to face the wrath of his guitarist…like ever. he’d be fidgeting around while mick yelled, trying not to make a single noise. he doesn’t even look up the entire time, he doesn’t want to see just how angry the old man is.

- oh and vince would eat that shit up!! like pretty sure vince has made a reference to mick being a pushover before (possibly in his book iirc), so he’s entirely sure something like this would never happen…and then when it does he has to stop himself from smiling. he’s almost proud that micks finally standing up for himself, even if his anger is directed towards him.

- like i can’t emphasize enough just how terrifying an angry mick would be. he’s not usually as truly frustrated and miserable as many ppl paint him to be. he’s usually just so chill and calm. yes, he has his days where he’s in just terrible pain, but he still tries not to snap at people because he knows it’s not their fault. whenever it gets bad he just tries to stay in the background and not say anything. he’s just not usually a guy that yells, or starts fights.

- but when he does snap…it’s terrifying. everything about him just goes cold, his eyes get icy, his posture is almost even more rigid than it already is. he no longer cares about feelings or being polite either, he’s going to give it to you straight, and if he hurts your feelings…well that’s on you. he’s just a dude you don’t want to make angry.

- the rest of the band kind of back away and let him cool off. they’re much more quiet now, and if anyone starts getting loud (like if someone walks into the booth and asks a question) they all shush them and point at mick (in a “dude…watch out” sort of way).

- maybe…if we need some fluff in here; once mick is done recording the tracks and is in a much more calm mood, they all gingerly creep towards him. i think mick would end up being embarrassed for losing his cool like that, especially when he sees how nervous his kids are around him now. he kind of halfheartedly apologizes and mentions about how unprofessional that was

- to his surprise i think the band would tell him they needed that, you know, just another lesson not to fuck with mick.

also…i remember seeing someone on here talk about a scenario of gen swine era mick getting fed up with the way he was being treated in the studio and just kind of breaking down…I’d kinda like to add on to that (btw if anyone remembers who it was, or if it was one of my moots and i can’t remember who i hope you don’t think im stealing the idea or anything i swear i just can’t stop thinking about mick breaking down and straight yelling and crying)

- as we know, mick was going through it during the gen swine recording sessions. nikki and tommy weren’t helping things by standing by their producers side as they pretty much belittled him and questioned his skills. the resentment between them definitely built up over the days.

- still, he doesn’t say anything. he’s entirely avoidant of conflict, and would rather just put up with the constant criticism than stand up for himself. vince has just rejoined the band and has his own shit to deal with so he’s not going to stand up for mick either, and the last thing mick wants to do is go vent to vince….thats what he has corabi for!

- the last straw for mick would be finding out corabi has been re-recording his guitar parts the entire time. he found out when he called into the studio to get confirmation on something. when he finds out he calls corabi who has to nervously tell him the whole truth. im not entirely sure if he would blow up on him as well, but they’d definitely have a short and extremely tense conversation on the phone before he hangs up and calls for an impromptu band meeting.

- even then, he’s trying to stay calm. all he wants is for someone to just tell him the truth. of course, nikki lies and pretends he has no clue what corabi is talking about and “of course we never replaced you, that’s all you on this album come on, don’t be ridiculous!” and it’s so infuriating, mick has no clue why they’re all lying to him when he knows they hated the way he was playing the entire time!

- finally he has enough and yells at all of them to “shut the fuck up!!” everyone immediately stops and watches as he starts to rant about it all. how they’ve treated him, how he knows corabi isn’t lying and that they need to be honest with him or he’s walking. he can feel just a surge a rage flow through him and he can’t stop himself. a pit opens up in his stomach and he can’t stop himself. he wouldn’t have even realized he was crying if he hadn’t seen their disturbed faces. they’re all looking at him like he just grew two heads and he has no clue why. it makes him feel worse and he ends up shouting “why are you looking at me like that?!”

- nikki jumps and just kind of points to his eyes. mick can only look at him in confused anger, then tommys pushing a box of tissues towards him.

- “you’re…uhhh you’re crying.” he whispers. mick almost scoffs cause…no he’s not. then, he wipes his face and finds his cheeks are wet…he’s actually crying. he’s crying. why the fuck was he crying?? none of the guys are getting close to him, they’re all just kind of looking at each other like “dude is he actually crying right now?”

- if you want even more angst, the band probably wouldn’t be able to comfort the older man. they’d probably just stand and stare until he pulled himself together. maybe they’d call for another band meeting to discuss the very weak threat of quitting the band that mick had made…or maybe they’d try to pretend none of this happened and go back to recording or whatever it was they were doing.

- if you need fluff though…maybe someone finally apologizes to mick (you can pick whoever it is) and maybe they very awkwardly pat his shoulder and make a joke about “finally seeing the emotionless bastard cry!”

- i just think the band wouldn’t be able to comprehend mick having any more emotions other than his stock standard “cold indifference” and the moment he starts showing his ability to rage and scream and cry, they’d all piss themselves. either that or awkwardly shuffle away and leave the room to just stare at each other in shock and go “wtf just happened?!”

and here we are! woooo i need to work on my angst that’s for sure, but still i kinda like this premise! That’s probably why this took so long but yeah…need my mans to just let those tears pent up from decades of pain, terrible treatment and frustration out…preferably in front of three losers to make them feel bad! (i say this, meanwhile the only time i cry is when im about to get my period LMAOOO sorry peepaw you can suck up those tears if thats what you want!) ANYWAYS,,, i hope you enjoy these!! sorry for replying so late…that’s how long it takes for me to write apparently lmaoo!

(also sorry if this is all over the place, im editing this a bit now and I had another idea I had to squeeze in…i bolded it so you’d know it wasn’t apart of the headcanon i shoved it into randomly…sorry about that!)