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I know yall dont really know me like this but do you mind if I spend some time w some of my other boys 🥰

#tshd #yoshiki #hikaru #yoshikaru #wip!!!!#dont look too close #my alarm for work goes off in 3 hours so i must sleep

need 2 lock in and finish this after my shift

#di.art #wip!!!!#i wanted to finish it this morning but i cringefailed all over the place #this was supposed to be a quick piece NOOOOO

I love using my skills as an artist for amazing things for myself especially of my favourite characters. Did you know that I love Minimus very much

#Minimus Ambus #dakimakura #body pillow #maccadam #mtmte #lost light #my art #I made another dakimakura yesterday and now I need to make 10 more just because I figured out that I can #wip!!!!#may get this finished either later today or tomorrow tbh

pt2. jock clark (WIP) ughhh im so sorry unfortunately got a bit more stuff to dooooo this is all i can crank out atm. LOVE U ALL

Arriving at what was supposed to be a small get together at a club downtown, was infact not “small.” Music boomed from inside, and it seemed like hell on Earth for introverts. Everyone was all over eachother, crowds jumping and dancing.

Looking up at Clark, who seemed perfectly fine, not concerned at all, you feel a bit small. You’ve never been to these kinds of places, nonetheless enjoyed big gatherings in loud places. It seemed a bit much, but you didn’t want to ruin his night, if it meant that yours would be much better not being here.

He rests a hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you in. The warmth from his palm seeps into your senses, momentarily making you forget about the dread settling deep into your stomach. For just a moment, it’s you and Clark.

The next moment, it’s you, Clark, and the crowds that are shoving and pushing against eachother to the loud music in such a small space. He seems to notice your discomfort, pressing his hand a bit harder into your skin, trying to ground you.

It’s hard to focus, bright shining lights flashing in your face, the smell of bitter alcohol and God knows what else. The floor is a bit wet, and you’re not sure if you really want to find out what liquid it is. It’s not the kind of place you’d call stress relieving. Praying that everything will be over quickly, you rush through with Clark right next to you.

There’s a rather big booth a bit further into the club, where things get a bit quiet and there’s the older men that sit solemnly at the bars, nursing whiskeys and cigarettes. Couples paw at eachother in other booths, but at least there’s not much noise as before.

Clark is still guiding you through, bringing you towards what has been making the dread pool so heavily in you. Interaction. With people you’ve never properly met before. A few guys stand up, patting Clark’s back and greeting him. You can’t lie you get a bit jealous when you see the pretty girls with dresses that barely cover anything call out his name.

Though, it makes you feel better when he holds your hand, entertwining your fingers together. “This is my partner.” Saying your name in a way so gentle they barely hear it, yet feel it in their bones. A few of them smile at you, giving polite waves and reaching their hands out for you to shake.

You freeze for a second, unsure of what to do, but with trembling fingers, you take their hands anyway. “It’s nice to meet you.” A small smile lifts Clark’s lips, and he squeezes the hand he still has a hold on. At least he’s happy.

You follow him closely, sitting right next to him in the already cramped booth. It’s cold, but Clark being next to you keeps you warm. Conversation flows easily, but you aren’t included. You give the occasional nod or polite laugh, but there’s not much for you to say. They’re all of the same kind, same backgrounds, same gated neighbourhoods.

And you’re just… there.

This is definitely not your kind of fun.