Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
If you dunno who my oc is, please refer to this post ^^
Warnings???: cursing, arguing, getting drunk, fuller beginner chapter, uhh… Clark x Male!oc (who is the same age as him WOW!!!) yh they both suck ^^ also not proofread lowkey I don’t wanna do allat, also I’m a mediocre writer so this might suck dick oops
this is set on Clark’s breakup night w Barbara
“And that’s it for tonight’s radio! Now, let’s talk about this girl… she’s real… ‘poison’…”
God, the radio station and its dumbass songs. Clark grunted and shut the radio off. He focused back onto the road. By god, he was so stressed. Inventory at work was good, but dammit it’s always good! It’s not like anyone ever shows up to the damn store anyways! With the fucked up bills from that, and the bills for Barbara’s college, money was getting tight.
Wasn’t until he was halfway out of the store’s parking lot until the radio glitched halfway through the song. Amazing! Great! That’s awesome!
“Fuck,” Clark cursed, glancing at his radio. He slammed the top of the dashboard, hoping that’ll help. Nope. The song became distorted and in a completely different pitch. Clark, in a quick movement, shut the radio off.
“Fucking hunk of junk. I’ll have to get Winston to look over it. If Winston’s even back from his ‘work trip’.”
He drove out of the store’s lot and made a turn into town. Now, it was late. Maybe almost midnight. The day had been stressful, y’know? With the lights flickering and the fact that no one had even entered the store today. Clark thought for a moment, before taking a turn off of his usual route. Perhaps a few beers wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. He just needed to wind down a little. In his eyes, there was nothing wrong with that.
It was dark out. Barely anyone else was on the road. It was also oddly… quiet. Considering the radio was uhm… fucked. Clark’s head was pounding. He was exhausted, that was for damn sure. God knows he’d rather be drawing schematics over selling shit furniture in this hell hole of a town. It was like the entire town world was fighting against him.
After a few minutes of driving, Clark pulled into the lot of his local bar. He parked close to the entrance. Surprising, usually he had to park all the way at the end and walk his way up. Guess the world didn’t completely hate him today. The car door slammed shut as Clark got out. He walked towards the bar entrance, stepping inside. The little bell above the door jingled, yet no one cared to look over. It wasn’t as dead as you’d expect a bar to be at midnight. There were college kids talking and laughing, music was playing, the atmosphere was up. Didn’t fit Clark’s… current mood. But, shit, it was whatever. It was one of the many things he couldn’t control.
He wasn’t even checked for ID. He’s come here plenty of times already. With tired steps, Clark moved towards the front bar. He sat in an empty barstool and was met with a bartender.
“What can I get for you this evening?”
“… Budweiser. Bottle.”
The tender walked away, heading to the coolers. Clark rested his arms against the bar top, yawning slightly. God, his head was pounding.
“Rough day?”
He looked up at the voice beside him. Of course. Always one to show up without notification.
“You could say that, Winston. Where’ve you been these past few months?” Clark asked. Winston laughed softly, reaching a hand to pat Clark’s back.
“Work trip. I told you this.”
“A lot of work trips for a mechanic.”
“Ah, cut it.” Winston took a sip of his own beer. Clark glanced down at the bottle, before quirking an eyebrow.
“Thought you were quitting.”
Winston paused, pulling the bottle away from his lips. He looked down at the bottle finish. Clark watched as the smile faded from his face, carefully analyzing as Winston put the bottle onto the counter.
“I… I just need a little relief. That’s all. Work was rough.” Clark nodded at his words. He couldn’t agree more. Hell, that was the exact reason he was there as well.
The bartender walked over to Clark and placed the bottle down onto the counter. Clark gave a quiet thanks and popped the tab open.
“Same, honestly. Fuck… the store’s been getting zero traction. The power bill’s been going batshit, I-I don’t know what to do.”
Clark took a chug from his bottle. Winston nodded softly, moving a hand up to massage his temples.
“Yeah? I’ve offered to help pay for your stuff, Clark. I have the money, I can pay for you and your wife to go back to school-“
“I don’t need your help, Winston. I don’t need a-a payout or a cash check of pity. I can do it myself,” Clark snapped. Winston paused once more, falling silent. He gave a quiet nod.
“Right. Right, sorry.”
Winston gripped his bottle carefully, staring down at the glass. Clark looked down at his own bottle. He never liked seeing Winston sad or defeated. He had known the guy since college. With a sigh, Clark lifted his bottle.
“C’mon. Let’s just get tonight over with, huh?”
Winston looked back at Clark, a gentle smile flickering against his face. He nodded softly, lifting his own bottle and clinking it against Clark’s.
—————————
By the end of the night, god, it was well past… what, three in the morning? Winston had only went through three beers. He also wasn’t much of a lightweight. Clark must’ve been feeling it today. He had well over six. Kinda surprised that they didn’t stop serving him. Weird bar negligence on their park.
“Ffuck… god, I can’t… wh…”
Winston placed his arm around Clark. The guy was flopping on the barstool. Clark leaned against his friend, his body warm.
“Hey, hey, buddy. Do I gotta drive you home?” Winston asked. Clark mumbled against his shirt. With a sigh, Winston nodded gently. He payed for both of their drinks.
“C’mon. Let’s get you home.”
Carefully, he helped Clark off of the stool and began walking him to the exit. After a few feet, Clark pulled away from him.
“I can… I can walk by myself, Winston.”
“Right. Right, of course.”
The night was dead quiet. Winston held the door open as the two exited the bar. They walked to Clark’s car, and Winston stopped Clark from getting into the driver’s seat.
“You’re not driving. No. Look at you, you can barely stand.”
“You drank too-“
“Yeah, but not as much as you. Dammit, Clark, just accept something for once!” Winston retorted. Clark paused, opening and closing his mouth as he thought of what to say. After a moment, Clark pulled out his keys and tossing them to Winston.
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
The two got into the car. Winston started the engine and tried to turn on the radio.
“Hm. Radio’s fucked.”
“Yeah…” Clark replied. “Was hoping you could fix it.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”
Clark hummed in response. Winston pulled out of the driveway and began the drive to Clark’s house.
“Something in the wiring is probably corroded. What’s the model, E28 BMW?” Winston glanced to Clark for confirmation. Clark nodded. “Right. Maybe some wiring in the dash snapped? I should be able to look at it tonight when I drop you off. In the morning, when I have my toolbox, I could fix it before we head to work. That sound good?”
“Yeah. Sounds fine.”
Winston nodded. He looked back to the road. The sky was dark. The street lamps were off. Hell, you couldn’t even hear crickets. They were asleep too.
After a good ten minutes of driving in silence, they pulled into Clark’s driveway. Clark hurried to get out and go inside.
“I’ll figure out what’s wrong with it and come back in the morning,” Winston called out to Clark. He was responded with a door slamming. He sighed softly and got to work. First, to check under the hood to look for corrosion.
Winston got out of the car and moved to the front of it. He clicked the lid open and began inspection.
He inspected the wires carefully, practically bent over the headlights. Among the looking and inspecting, he heard some noises. Y’know, from inside the house. Glass shattering. Winston peeked up, looking at the house’s front door. Through the windows, he could see the kitchen light flicker on. And then there were voices. Clark’s and Barbara’s. At first, soft whispering. Then shouting built up.
“I AM A FUCKING ARCHITECT!”
Oh jeez. Arguing to where the whole neighborhood can hear you. Great.
The shouting continued and continued. God. Let’s wake up god and everybody, huh?
Winston tried his damndest to focus on the car and its problems. He had gotten it figured out, just a few wires needed replaced. The plastic casing had melted through.
There was a loud slam of the front door. Followed by heavy footsteps on the concrete path.
Winston lifted himself up from the car, closing the hood and turning to look at whoever was coming.
“Clark? Everything okay?” He asked. Clark didn’t speak as he pressed onto Winston, burying his face into the other’s shoulder.
“She kicked me out… she kicked me out of my own fucking house…”
Winston paused, before awkwardly patting his friend’s back.
“I… shit, man, I’m sorry. That’s… wait, you pay for the house. Why are you-“
“Can you drive me to my store?”
Winston fell silent. He glanced down at Clark, before shaking his head.
“Clark… no, you… you can stay at my place tonight, okay? I can fix your car tonight, and-“
“I told you I don’t need your fucking handouts, Winston! Fuck, is it that hard to listen?!” Clark exclaimed as he pulled away. His words slurred and fumbled over themselves.
“Dammit, Clark, just accept some fucking help! Stop being so goddamn selfish and realize that you can’t do this by yourself! You’re not sleeping in that goddamn store, and you’re not going to push me away!” Winston snapped. Clark winced, clenching his teeth. Winston stared at Clark, before letting out a sigh.
“Just… just for tonight. Okay? I don’t… I’m hurting too much to argue with you. Please.”
Clark seemed to think for a minute. He glanced around, his head pounding at the suddenness of tonight’s events.
“… okay. Okay. I’ll stay at your place for the night. Just so you can fix my car. Nothing else.”
Clark silently stomped to the passenger side, getting back in. Winston sighed gently, pulling a cigarette pack from the pocket of his leather coat. He beat the bottom of the pack against his hand, before removing a cigarette and a lighter from the pack. He shoved the pack away and lit his cigarette. He took a drag from it, before stepping back to the driver’s side. He slide in, shutting the door behind. Clark sat in the passenger seat, and glanced to Winston.
The ride was silent. The air was… tense. Heavy. It was an immovable object against an unstoppable force. It had begun to sprinkle. The time was around four in the morning.
“… might call in sick tomorrow,” Winston muttered softly. Clark hummed.
“… I could… bring you in some lunch tomorrow? Anything you’d like,” Winston offered. Clark grumbled softly and glanced towards the window.
ifinally gave one of the kids like a proper design though if im gonna be honest she looks more like john than 1x🥹 actually i dont think i mentioned john and 1x had a kid uhh yeahh
2 bald fathers and their daughter with a full head of hair❤️
Maybe I'll finish one of em? Or two? Oh wow, it's actually been a while since I sat down for half an hour, stopped thinking and just sketched shit without worrying
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
