New Years Eve: Also Known As How Marinette Broke Chat
So, this ridiculously fluffy piece is my gift to @mr-hawkmoth, as a thank you for all the amazing pieces they right and things they post! :D You are really awesome, and I think you should get more love! Sorry for how poorly written this is, but I hope you enjoy it! ;) Pairing is MariChat, with a bit of reverse lovesquare at the end XD
“You know, you’re kinda becoming a stalker, kid.”
Adrien glared at his kwami, the tips of his ears burning red
with embarrassment as he lingered in the shadows of the statue of Ladybug and
It was New Years Eve, and his father had been called away on
pressing business the day after Christmas, meaning Adrien had been alone for
most of the week. Normally, he would have been taking advantage of this sudden
freedom, but Nino, the only friend he was close enough with to actually call up
at a moment’s notice, had already left town to go and visit his grandparents in
the countryside. While so many of his schoolmates had shown up to celebrate
Christmas with him, not once had he really spent time with any of them outside
of the presence of his best friend, aside from Chloe.
At one point he almost thought about calling her, only to
remember that the last time he’d spent New Years with her, he’d had to hide in
the men’s restroom at the hotel when midnight struck just to avoid having to
kiss her. Adrien wasn’t oblivious, he knew how she felt about him, but he also
knew that while her friendship with him was genuine, her pursuit of him was
shallow at best. No way was he going to encourage any misunderstandings this
year just because he was lonely. Thus, he had been wandering around the city as
Chat Noir, trying to distract himself from the ceaseless boredom that had been
plaguing him, when he had found himself headed towards the bakery by the
An image of the spunky girl who sat behind him at school
flashed through his mind, and Chat felt his heart lighten immediately. She had
been kind enough to make him a beautiful hat for Christmas this year, and even
though it hadn’t been fixed with Ladybug’s miraculous, Adrien had really been
touched by the amount of time and thought she had put into it. Honestly, he had
been quite disappointed when he realized that her gift to him had been
destroyed entirely, and hadn’t been able to even thank her for it yet as a result.
Landing in the park, strategically out of sight behind the statue dedicated to
Ladybug and himself, Chat debated with himself.
‘I mean, I do need to
thank her… plus, her family was so welcoming the last time I was over. And
maybe we could play some video games! I have been practicing— maybe this time I
could actually beat her!’
Mind made up, he released his transformation, and had been
in the middle of explaining things to Plagg when he heard her voice from across
“Don’t worry mom, I’ll be careful,” Marinette called
cheerfully, a box with the bakery’s name stamped on the side carefully balanced
on her hip. “It’s only a few blocks, I’ll be back before you know it!”
And so he found himself hesitating, watching as she headed
off along the sidewalk to make what was probably a delivery to someone.
Leave it to Plagg to find a way to turn the innocent
circumstances into opportunity to tease him. Although… maybe stalking Marinette
wasn’t such a bad idea. It was already close to midnight, and the direction she
was headed was not well lit at the moment, making a lone girl easy prey for
unsavory individuals. Decision made, he transformed once more and chased after
her, surprised to realize that while he had been debating on what to do she had
managed to vanish from his sight.
By the time he did catch up to her, the direction she was
headed became pretty clear, and Chat felt himself frown in confusion.
‘Why is she headed to
Concealing himself behind a tree, he watched as she
approached the locked gates to the mansion’s compound and pressed the intercom
button. He felt a little bad for not being inside to answer her, but his
instincts were urging him to keep her in sight, and so he watched as she
shifted nervously from foot to foot, waiting for an answer that wasn’t going to
come. She tried the intercom a few more times, and as the minutes ticked by
with no response, her face dropped into a frown.
thought with a hint of sarcasm, ‘I’ve
Shoulders slumping, Chat watched as she pressed her face
into the gaps between the bars, looking for something that she apparently
didn’t find. Body drooping with apparent defeat, the girl turned to go back the
way she had come, but this time her pace was much slower.
Chat waited until she’d put some distance between them
before he started to follow her again, this time on foot. Ducking from shadow
to shadow, his thoughts raced. Why had she come over to his place with a
delivery from the bakery? Did she get the address wrong? Why had she looked so
upset? Did she think he had called in a crank order and then just not answered?
Anxiety bubbled around his heart at the thought of another misunderstanding
coming between them, especially after she’d been nice enough to give him a
Christmas gift when none of his other friends had.
So distracted was he by his own thoughts, it took him a
moment to realize he could no longer see Marinette in front of him. When it
finally registered, he froze, eyes darting around to try and see where she had
disappeared. Unease crept over him as he vaulted up to the nearest building,
head whipping back and forth trying to locate movement. Unfortunately, even
with his night vision, Chat couldn’t find a trace of her. Twisting around to
retrace his steps, concern turning into panic, he was almost to the next roof
when he heard them.
A group of voices, distinctly male.
And one rather annoyed female voice.
It had come from the alley around the other side of the
building, and he quickly made his way to the edge of the roof. Looking down, he
could see Marinette blocked into the darkened breezeway by 3 men. Sharp eyes
taking in every detail, he noticed the leering expressions on their faces as
they looked at the girl, and could smell the liquor coming off of them from
where he crouched, ready to move if need be. Disgust choking him as he
practically read their intentions, Chat couldn’t help but glance back at
Marinette’s face, to see how she was handling the situation. Her expression
made him want to flinch back, pure fury radiating from every line of her body.
Apparently, the males below were to dense to read the
situation, and Chat listened as the one directly in front of his friend rasped
suggestively, “Seriously babe, it’s almost midnight- don’t you want luck in
love for the new year?”
“Yeah, and with three of us…” another one slurred, eyeing
her like a piece of meat.
“…we can guarantee you’ll get lucky.” The last one finished the vulgar innuendo while moving
uncomfortably closer to her, hand reaching out to grab her.
Oh hell no. Chat felt time slow to a crawl as the lecherous
hand drew closer to Marinette, outrage and fear suffusing every fiber of his
being. Moving on pure reflex, the need to protect the girl below from harm
driving him forward, the outraged super hero could only think of one thing as
he landed quietly behind the drunkards.
He was going to break that hand.
Before he could follow through on that thought though, a
loud crack followed by a shriek of pain echoed around them. Emerald eyes
widened in surprise as the man who had been reaching for the seemingly helpless
young girl dropped to his knees, his now broken hand still clenched firmly by
the not-so-distressed damsel.
His friends were equally frozen, but shook it off much more
quickly than Chat could. Both lunged for her at the same time, growled curses
and insults spilling from their vile mouths. Marinette, still holding the
injured hand of the leader, ducked a wild swing from one while simultaneously
bringing her foot up to slam into the throat of the other. Off balanced, the
first stumbled to the ground, his own momentum and inebriated state leaving him
kissing nothing but concrete, while the second fell backwards, clutching at his
throat as he gasped for breath.
Fury still spilling from every inch of her, the girl wasted
no time ins turning on the hapless brute behind her, who had yet to regain his
bearings and had barely managed to roll over. Finally releasing the leader from
her iron grip, the deceptively petit Marinette swung her leg out once more,
this time whipping in a full revolution that had her foot making contact with
both men’s jaws in quick succession.
Both fell to the ground, unconscious, while the third was
still wheezing for air, eyes wide and fearful as he watched how easily she
dispatched his buddies. When she finally looked back in his direction, the man
squeaked in terror, quickly getting to his feet and running past Chat and into
For his part, Chat Noir could only stare in amazement, heart
thumping in his chest. He hadn’t moved an inch, his eyes wide and jaw hanging
open as she effortlessly took down her attackers. Not only had Marinette not
needed him, Chat was pretty sure she hadn’t even noticed him. Even now, she had
yet to look up at him, and instead had made her way over to the side of the
alley bending down to collect something he hadn’t noticed when he first came
Pastries and candies spilled out in various directions on
the ground from where the box looked to have been thrown against the wall. Chat
watched her pick up a half-crushed macaroon, anger fading to be replaced with…
“Don’t cry, Princess,” he murmured, the sight of her tears
urging him into action finally. She jumped upon hearing his voice, blue eyes
flashing towards him as he knelt beside her.
He ignored the question in her voice, instead asking, “What
were you doing out this late?”
She had stopped crying, but at his question her expression
twisted once more with sadness. Her gaze dropped back down to the ruined sweets
below and she shrugged.
“I have this friend and… well, I found out earlier that he’s
spending New Year’s Eve alone. So I wanted to take him some treats, and…” she
replied, a light flush to her cheeks as she avoided looking at him.
“…and see if maybe he wanted some company.”
Chat felt his heart stutter within his chest even as he kept
his expression neutral. That’s why she had gone to his house. Sweet,
thoughtful, awkward Marinette had been thinking of him, gone through all this trouble for him, just to make sure he
wasn’t lonely. His thoughts were interrupted as she continued, having taken his
silence as a request for more details.
“B-but he wasn’t home, and so I was just going to take them
by tomorrow. But then these,” here she gestured at the bodies still lying in
the alley with them, annoyance clear in her tone. “These goons, well… they
thought they were entitled to a kiss just because it was New Year’s Eve, and I
tried to just leave but… I mean I shouldn’t have gotten so angry, but they
ruined the treats I had made for Adrien and now, I mean…”
A sigh left her lips as she fell silent, clearly worn out by
the events of the night as her gaze drifted to the hands in her lap. Chat’s
brain was racing though. Because not only had she been trying to do something
nice for him, she had kicked three grown men’s asses for him, for ruining the
gifts she had made for him. And, oh
how she had kicked their asses. Honestly, Chat didn’t know anyone besides
Ladybug who could move with so much grace and strength at the same time. Yet,
here was Marinette, wrecking three guys like it was nothing, all in his name.
Not to protect herself, although that’s what he had initially thought, but
simply because they had destroyed something that had been made for him.
That she had made
He felt himself swoon a little at the thought.
Chat smiled, reaching for her hands and drawing her to her
feet. She met his eyes as he winked at her, a plan having already formed in his
“Well, purr-rincess, I don’t think you need to worry about
At her puzzled expression, he adopted a stage whisper as he
continued, “I’m pretty sure I saw him making his way towards your place earlier
while I was on patrol.”
He felt triumphant at the look of delight she was giving
him. Based on where they were, it would be easy to make it back to the bakery
and de-transform before Marinette got there. Besides, that was where he had
wanted to be in the first place, no harm in using his “inside knowledge” to
cheer her up right now.
“Pawsitively!” He thrilled at the light giggle she let out
at his pun, feeling giddy in the face of his accomplishment. He was about to
bid her a good night, so he could make his way over to the bakery when he heard
muffled shouts coming from the surrounding buildings.
“You had better get home! You don’t want to bring in the Mew
Year with the embodiment of bad luck!”
He turned to go, but felt a tug on his hand. Looking back,
he saw Marinette smiling at him as she stepped closer.
Chat was frozen as she lifted his hand…
“—ONE!!! HAPPY NEW
…and soft, warm
lips pressed with aching deliberateness to his knuckles, the dark sweep of her
lashes standing out against her pale, freckled cheeks as her eyes closed with
the action. Even through the leather of his glove, Chat could feel the heat of
her mouth, the tickle of her lips as they slowly pulled away and she pinned him
with her sapphire gaze once more.
“Happy New Year, minou,” she murmured, smiling at him
Chat could only nod, face flushing as she released his hand
after giving it a light squeeze, and made her way around him and out of the
alley. He couldn’t move for several moments, mind sluggish under the engulfing
realization that was Marinette.
Marinette, who just kissed his hand like he did Ladybug’s.
Marinette, who beat up three thugs because they ruined a
gift she made for him.
Marinette, who had thought of him when he was all alone.
Marinette, who had made him a beautiful Christmas gift.
Marinette, who played video games with him and welcomed him
into her home.
Marinette, who— WAS HEADED HOME RIGHT NOW!
Jerking back into awareness, Chat quickly vaulted to back to
the rooftops, sprinting in the direction of the bakery so as to make it there
before the girl who, after what he saw tonight, clearly had a good handle on a
number of things.
Rowan goes out with the Cadre after work one night and has a few too many. // AU/AH // Domestic Fluff //
Please enjoy a cute, little oneshot based on an actual event that happened to me.
Aelin had probably only been asleep for about an hour when she heard a knocking on her apartment door. Wearing nothing but one of Rowan’s oversized t-shirts, she grabbed a pair of leggings off the floor and jerked them on as she crossed the threshold into the living room. Fleetfoot was snoozing on the couch, oblivious to the unexpected guests they were having at 1:15 in the morning. Some guard dog she was. As she got closer to the door, she could hear muffled voices and even the occasional “shhh”.
Standing on her tiptoes, she peered out of the peephole and suppressed a groan.
When Rowan mentioned that he was going out with the guys, Aelin didn’t think much of it. It was a pretty common occurrence for them to all meet up after work, have a few beers and unwind from the work week. But whatever had happened tonight, it was clear that Rowan had had more than “just a few beers”.
Aelin flung the door open, finding a giggling Fenrys, a scowling Lorcan, and a sheepish Aedion who was supporting a very, very drunk Rowan.
Rowan’s head snapped up when the light from the apartment poured out onto the breezeway. “Fireheart,” he breathed, stepping away from Aedion to press a surprisingly tender kiss to her forehead before stumbling into the apartment around her and flopping onto the couch next to Fleetfoot, who barely moved to cast an annoyed glance his way.
Aelin glanced at Rowan behind her before turning back to glare at her cousin and friends. Aedion was already holding his hands up in surrender.
“Before you get mad, if you think he’s bad, you should see Dorian,” he said, a slight slur to his words, as he jerked his head in the direction of the car, indicating her best friend.
Taking a calming breath, Aelin pinched the bridge of her nose. “Give me the cliffnotes version of the evening.”
Aelin was looking at Aedion, but Lorcan was the one who answered. His voice was clear and his eyes didn’t have the hint of fuzziness everyone else’s had. It was obvious who the designated driver had been tonight. “Gavriel got a promotion, Dorian passed his final in his biochemical engineering class and Westfall is going to propose to Nesryn in the next couple of days. Guess it was a night for celebrating.”
“Well, thank you for getting him home, and tell everyone congratulations,” Aelin said, leaning against the door frame. The three large men said their goodbyes and made their way down the stairs and out of sight.
Aelin sighed, ready to somehow lug Rowan off the couch and into their bed, but when she turned around, only a fluffy tail was visible over the top of the cushions.
Aelin called out “Rowan?” right about the same time she heard a cabinet slam in their bathroom.
She headed into their bedroom and leaned against the bathroom’s door frame, watching as Rowan brushed his teeth, suds and foam pouring out of his mouth. After he rinsed his mouth and spit, he looked up into the mirror, seeing the reflection of his girlfriend behind him in the doorway.
“Not a word,” he said, the sexy timber of his voice lower than normal, thanks to the alcohol, an eyebrow raised.
“No’m not,” he said, turning around to rest his hip on the bathroom counter, folding his arms across his chest. He even pouted.
Aelin had never seen Rowan drunk and after tonight, she was sure she probably never would again. And honestly, she was loving it. A small laugh snorted out before she could stop it and Rowan’s eyes narrowed.
“Come to bed, boozey,” she said, turning around and climbing back onto the mattress.
“Not that drunk,” she heard him mumble as he came back into the bedroom, fumbling with the buttons on his button-up. Rolling her eyes, she just turned the TV on, choosing a movie from Netflix at random. She didn’t expect either of them to be awake much longer to watch it. Setting the remote down on the nightstand, she heard a quiet “Son of a bitch” under Rowan’s breath. Glancing up at him, she saw that he’d successfully unbuttoned the top few buttons, but had given up and was tugging his shoes off instead. He was hopping around on one leg, trying to undo the laces of his other foot at the same time.
Aelin’s entire body was shaking with laughter. She watched as he got his shoes off and was back to working on his shirt.
“Do you want some help?”
Rowan was stubborn on a good day, but it seemed being drunk made him even more so. Reaching for her phone, she sent Lysandra a quick text, warning her of Aedion’s inebriation.
“Told you I wasn’t too drunk.”
Aelin looked up to find Rowan standing at the edge of their bed in nothing but his boxer-briefs. His clothes were dropped unceremoniously on the floor. His hands were on his hips and his hair was a mess. He stumbled around to his side of the bed and collapsed next to Aelin, staring up at her with pride on his face.
Aelin couldn’t help but laugh as she took the pillow out from under his head and smacked him in the face with it.
“S’not very nice,” Rowan said, pine green eyes narrowed at her.
“I think you’ll live,” Aelin replied, snuggling down into the covers.
“It’s a good thing you’re hot,” he said, laying down.
Aelin laughed again. “You’re wasted.”
He didn’t respond and Aelin assumed he had fallen asleep. Rolling over on her side, she settled in letting sleep claim her, but not before two warm arms wrapped around her and Rowan nuzzled into the back of her neck.
“Guess what,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
She heard him snicker. “I think I like you a little bit.”
Aelin smiled, scooting back into his warm embrace. “I think I like you too.”
pairing: snowbaz words: 2400 summary: baz and penelope try to surprise simon at christmas and on his birthday, but simon is the one who ends up surprising them. a story about the slow process of recovery and some thoughts on the nature of hope. (inspired by this song from adventure time.) genre: mostly fluff, a touch of hurt/comfort and a little angst that (spoiler) turns out ok notes: this is the first fic i’ve posted on this blog and it’s pretty important to me, seeing as i am firmly in the Simon Snow Salisbury Deserved Better camp when it comes to the ending of carry on, so here is my revisionist self adding post-canon simon angst (plus resolution to said angst) and snowbaz fluffiness.
They leave the bunker just as dawn begins to ease over the horizon, until the sky above the Kansas plains is smudged with pale rose-gold. A soft mist hangs low, catching on the bare, bristly grass poking through the thin smattering of snow. Castiel has seen many sunrises in his time, but he thinks this is the most beautiful. Perhaps because of where he’s going, or who he’s going there with.
I’ve noticed a lot of new folks in the tag talking about coming to UMBC for their first semester, so I thought I’d make you a handy list of things to do or not do:
Do not under any circumstances call the dining hall “True Grit’s”. The only other acceptable term is “d-hall”.
Do NOT eat Salsarita’s more than once each day. Actually, don’t even eat it more than once in two days. Your stomach and intestines will thank you.
Jow Jings. Don’t go there.
Remember that there are two more food options on the mezzanine level of the Commons.
Do not get grilled cheese from the d-hall during late night. You’ll be able to feel the contents of your stomach separating due to the ridiculous amount of grease in those nasty sandwiches.
VEGETARIANS: When the d-hall fails you, check out kosher corner across from the tray conveyor belt thing. While they do serve meat, anything that contains dairy products will be safe for you to eat.
There’s a cafe on the first floor of the Admin building. They make pretty great wraps.
There’s a Subway in the BW Tech park down the street. It’s for when you can’t stomach any more sub-par sandwiches from Mondo’s.
Need some fresh air and adventure? There are paths and creeks and a tyre swing in the woods on the other side of the circle behind the res halls. There is also a cool pond between UMBC and the tech park. There is also the CERA, which includes a nice long trail for walking/bike riding.
Make use of the FREE shuttles that UMBC offers. They don’t really go anywhere important or particularly interesting, but it’s still better than being on campus 24/7.
Do not confuse the Engineering building (ENG) with the Information Technology and Engineering building (ITE)
The Fine Arts building is an endless maze of wonder and despair.
If you’re having trouble dealing with something, go to the counselling center and talk it out with someone.
There is usually free stuff somewhere on campus on any given day.
Always go to (seb) tables in the Breezeway. They will give you snacks.
Currently, hold your breath when you walk by the pond. They’re dragging their feet in repairing it, so now it smells like decaying algae and it’s rather unpleasant.
Go to the plays that the theatre department does. They’re always great.
Join a club. It will help you make friends.
The Yum Shoppe is located below the bookstore. Go there instead of Outtakes. They have a wider selection and lower prices, but they close at 6pm.
Play pool in the commons game room. Second floor.
The salad place in the commons is super underrated. I get most of my campus meals there.
Falafel day at Fresh Fusions.
Speaking of Fresh Fusions, they always have a vegan option.
Check your email before you head to classes every morning. You don’t want to walk all the way to your classroom only to find that the professor cancelled and sent an email about it.
If you need a day off to catch up on work and the weekend is insufficient, skip a Friday, not a Monday. Don’t beat yourself up about skipping once in a while (and I mean ONCE IN A WHILE, NOT EVERY WEEK). Sometimes you need a breather.
Do. Your. Fucking. Homework.
If you’re an arts/humanities major and you aren’t required to take a specific math class and you hate math with a passion, take STAT 121. It’s statistics for non-STEM majors and it won’t make you pull your hair out.
Keep fruit or cereal in your dorm room in case of power outages, and especially in the winter when campus might close for snow. When the power goes out, that means the d-hall (and other food providers on campus) can’t function. You don’t want the shitty bagged sandwiches that they’ll be serving in the event of a power outage.
Exercise. Whether you go for a walk or work out at the gym or dance around your room for half an hour, exercise is important and you should probably be doing it at some point.
You’re paying for the gym whether you use it or not. Might as well go there every now and then when you have time. Walk around the indoor track. Use the weight room. Play basketball. Have fun.
Winter session is a great time to take your PE credits. They won’t interfere with your regular class schedule and you can knock both classes out at once.
Don’t bother posting in the myUMBC forums unless it’s important. You’ll just attract trolls.
The squirrels here are hella bold, and they will straight up steal your fries at Chick-fil-A.
Go all-out for Hallowe'en. It’s fun. There are costume contests and parties on campus, plus loads of people run around in costume all day (me included).
Campus is pretty dead on weekends. Use the time to explore elsewhere. Go into the city. Go anywhere.
Keep track of events on myUMBC. You never know what weirdly awesome thing will be happening. Also, the (seb) bus trips are usually pretty cool.
I’ll probably add to this if I think of anything else.
Can you combine these AUs - My cat only keeps going to your apartment because you feed him, you know… It’s like you’re encouraging him on purpose..’ AU‘ & I suspect you might be my favourite reclusive author but I’ve heard you’re notoriously shy and I don’t know how to be cool about this’ AU - where Nico is a shy author who loves his neighbor's (Will's) cat
I got like five messages for the cat one you guys are such cat nerds lmao I love you.
It wasn’t normal for Will’s cat to be gone. Granted, it was
a cat and he lived on the first floor of the apartment buildings and the cat
was always left on the porch because for some reason pets weren’t allowed
inside, but… still. Kit-Kat was the kind of lazy cat that lounged in same spot
of shade all day every day. He only moved when he heard Will coming out to the
porch to feed him.
Now all of a sudden, his cat was disappearing for hours at a
time each day. He’d come back, but still it was odd behavior for Kit-Kat.
One day, Will was coming back from throwing out the trash
when he saw Kit-Kat fitting his obese body between the bars of the patio
railing. “Where do you think you’re going?” he chided, stepping in front of it.
His cat looked up at him with bored green eyes mixed with gold from the
reflecting sun. It was slightly unnerving. “Get back in the patio.”
The cat meowed and pranced past him. Will sighed and
mentally berated himself for not getting a dog instead. He turned and saw
Kit-Kat jumping up the stairs to the second floor apartments. “Really? You’re
going to make me exert myself and exercise to catch you, you rotten cat?” Will
muttered. He went up the stairs and nearly caught his cat on the top step.
Then it dashed down the breezeway much to Will’s
frustration. He groaned and glared in its direction. “I’m going get you a
leash,” he threatened. He walked down the breezeway, but before he could call
for his cat, he heard another voice.
“Hey, kitty. Are you hungry?” Will stopped walking before turning
the corner and waited. “There’s a good kitty. I wonder if your owner knows
you’re here.” Slowly, Will peeked around the corner to see who was talking to
When he saw the mess of black hair he gasped and ran back
down the breezeway. He was about ninety percent sure that the author of one of
his favorite independent novels was living in the apartments, but he hadn’t
thought he’d live so close. And he was… feeding Will’s cat?
That bloody cat had better luck than Will ever would. Of
course, Will wasn’t completely sure, but he’d seen the guy when he was on his
way to work and he was eerily similar to the black and white picture in the
back of Will’s book. He was dying to know if it was him, but he had no idea how
to ask or explain himself, and he didn’t want to look like an idiot if it
wasn’t him. Besides, he’d read on a blog that the author liked to keep a low
profile because he was incredibly shy.
He hesitated as he looked down the hall. Maybe this was his
Slowly, nervously, he walked back down the breezeway until
he reached the corner. Before he could turn, Kit-Kat came prancing back. He
meowed at Will and continued down the breezeway like he hadn’t just been fed by
the best author Will had ever read. He looked around the corner and to his
dismay, the door was shut and the possible author was nowhere to be seen.
He could knock on the door….
Nope, it wasn’t happening.
He stomped back to his apartment and rolled his eyes when he
saw Kit-Kat laying in the shade of the patio. “You’re an ungrateful little shit
you know that, buddy?” Kit-Kat meowed lazily and Will went back into his
That’s how Will ended up stalking his cat and in turn his
neighbor. Although, stalking was a strong word. If Will happened to catch his
cat leaving the patio, he followed him to be sure he wasn’t getting hurt, of
course. Then Kit-Kat would stop at his neighbor’s door. It was almost like the
guy was expecting the cat to show up.
Each time, he’d croon at Kit-Kat and talk idly about nothing
in particular with a voice that soothed Will. He tried to build up the nerve to
talk to him or at least tell him it was his cat he was feeding, but he never
could. When he thought he’d mustered the courage, it would dissipate or his cat
would come turning the corner and rub against Will’s leg almost mockingly.
Finally, one day Will saw Kit-Kat missing and went out to
get him. Will wanted to shower him before he had to go meet his friends at the
mall. “Kit-Kat,” he called down the hall. Of course, he didn’t come back. He
wasn’t a dog.
With a surrendering sigh, Will trudged forward calling for
his cat. He turned the corner and saw his raven haired neighbor sitting beside
Kit-Kat stroking his gray fur as he ate from a small bowl that had been set
“O-oh, hello,” he said in a timid voice. “Is… this your
cat?” he asked. Will bit his lip and nodded. “I hope it’s okay I’ve been
feeding him. I like the company.”
“It’s completely fine. He comes back every time.” It was
suddenly hard to breathe. Not because this guy might have been the author Will
adored, but because he was absolutely gorgeous. His eyes were dark and
mysterious, the shy smile on his face made his heart stutter, the tone of his
skin, his cheekbones, his jawline. This guy could be a role model.
“What’s your name?”
“Will,” he answered, maybe a little too quickly. He cleared
his throat. “Yours?”
“Nico,” he said with a smile.
Will’s heart nearly stopped. “Um… Nico… di Angelo?” he asked
Immediately, Nico’s face turned bright red. “Ah… you read my
book.” Will nodded, unable to form words anymore. “I’m uh…. Look I’d appreciate
if people didn’t come knocking on my door asking me-”
“I wasn’t… I wasn’t going to tell. I won’t even ask for an
Nico nodded and stood up. “Okay…. Um you have a really nice
cat. Sorry for… feeding him. Goodbye.” Nico turned away and into his house,
leaving Will feeling deflated. Kit-Kat meowed at him and maybe Will imagined
it, but there was a tinge of annoyance in the sound.
He ducked down and scooped his cat up. Before leaving he
looked at the door forlornly, wishing he hadn’t opened his mouth.
The next day when he got back from work, he found his cat missing
again. He sighed and went up the stairs and down the breezeway. He turned the
corner and saw Nico sitting beside Kit-Kat, stroking his fur, and the same
little bowl the cat ate from.
“So you’re the one encouraging my cat to abandon me.” Nico
jumped and looked up at Will. Before he say anything, Will said, “I’ve been
wondering where he was going off to. I’m Will. Who are you?”
Nico furrowed his eyebrows and looked at him oddly. “What
Will gave him a rueful smile. “I made you uncomfortable
yesterday. So I’m making up for it by pretending it didn’t happen.” He held out
his hand. “What’s your name?”
Nico stood and slowly shook his hand. “Nico….”
“Nico? Wow, I’ve never heard that name before. That’s a
unique name, neighbor.” Nico tried to suppress a smile and failed. “The cat so
greedily eating at your doorstep is Kit-Kat.”
“I gathered from the collar. You know cats don’t normally
wear collars.” Will shrugged. “It’s a nice cat.”
Will smiled as Nico seemed less likely to disappear into his
apartment this time. “Want to hear a funny story? I found him as a kitten on my
way to the trash. I thought he was a girl at first and I named him Shishi.”
Nico’s eyebrows shot up and he chuckled. “How’d you find out
he’s a boy?”
Will winced and heaved a sigh. “I was giving him a bath and
realized he had testicles.” Nico snorted and covered his mouth trying to hold
it back. “Yeah,” Will drawled. “Very interesting day. Anyway, he hates me. I
think he enjoys clawing at me.”
“Well, he’s nice to me. Maybe you’re just not feeding him
right,” Nico answered with a smile. Will laughed and shook his head. “It’s
nature’s way of telling you you’re not a cat person.”
“That means so much to me, thank you,” Will answered with
playful sarcasm. Nico laughed and looked up at him with a light blush in his
cheeks. “I mean, we could share him. He seems to like you a lot, and I’m sort
“I’d like that,” Nico answered softly. Kit-Kat purred
against Will’s legs and Nico smiled. “See, he likes you.”
Will smiled at his white and gray cat. “Yeah, I guess it’s
tough love.” Kit-Kat dashed back down the corridor. “Um, I think that’s my cue.”
He turned back to Nico and smiled nervously. “It was nice meeting you, Nico.”
“Nice meeting you too,” he answered as he went back inside. “I’ll…
see you around.” Will nodded and Nico shut the door. This time the last thing Will
saw was his timid smile.
He walked back down the breezeway triumphantly and took the
stairs two at a time. When he got to his door, he saw Kit-Kat lounging in the
shade. Will scoffed and smiled. “I guess you’re not so bad, Kit-Kat.”
What is this? I don’t know. A random snippet that came to me. Modern AU, chouichixitachi and choujixsasuke.
When the garage door opened, Sasuke froze. Chouji didn’t- he immediately moved to shield the other teenager.
That would have been sufficient, probably, but the person standing in the breezeway, squinting, was not fooled.
“…is anyone dead?” Chouichi asked.
Sasuke watched Chouji slowly shake his ead.
“SHOULD someone be dead?”
A minute hesitation, then a nod.
“Do you need the first aid kit?”
“Right. Sit tight.” The door went half-closed and Chouji sank down to the cement with a sigh. Sasuke looked at him, mouth set in a tight line. Chouji just smiled and mouthed ‘it’ll be okay’.
When Chouichi returned, he brought two things. The first was the family first aid kit- though it could properly be called a trunk.
The second was Itachi, hair pulled back into his bedtime ponytail.
Sasuke had half a second to think ‘oh shit’ before both older brothers converged. Itachi carefully wrapped Sasuke’s cut arm. Chouichi looked over Chouji’s hands. Neither older teen said a word and when the patching up was done Chouichi said, “You’re not sleeping in here.”
“If dad finds out-” Chouji began and Chouichi shook his head. “Don’t be an idiot.”
Itachi helped Sasuke stand. “You should have gone to the hospital.” He scolded gently.
“They’d ask questions.” Sasuke muttered. Both Chouichi and Itachi pretended not to see him reaching for Chouji’s hand, pretended not to notice Chouji lacing their fingers together. “Besides,” Sasuke said as Chouichi cleaned up, “it’s not that deep.”
Itachi made a disagreeing noise but led them into the warmth of the house. Chouichi followed soon after. The first aid kit was tucked away in the extra bathroom and the stairs were ascended.
“In the morning.” Chouichi murmured in the hallway. “Full story. No bullshit.” A pause. “After coffee.”
Chouji nodded. Sasuke leaned on Itachi for a moment and then the two disappeared into Chouji’s room.
Itachi and Chouichi were nestled back in bed when Chouichi said, “I can’t tell who’s a bad influence on who.”
“I think they’re a good influence on one another actually.” Itachi murmured.
“This time last year Sasuke would have just waited for that to scab in his room.”
Some kids were setting off fireworks in the breezeway and I just heard one of my 20 something neighbours go out there and yell “ Hey! Get out of here!(long pause) … keep going” welcome to the club guys
Because I was starving after not eating for two days and my dorm neighbor gave me her taco:
Nico hadn’t realized he was hungry until his sister had
started a video chat with him and chided him for not eating.
“What do you want me to do, I’m not hungry,” he protested.
“You’ll get sick if you don’t eat, Nico.” She moved her
phone and the image blurred for a moment before refocusing. “What’d you eat
“Just a salad. Didn’t feel too good after.” Bianca gave him
a reprimanding look and he shrugged. “My stomach has been weird.”
“You’re just homesick. It happened to me too.” He raised an
eyebrow. “Okay, I have to go to the store. Meanwhile, you need to go find
something to eat, okay?”
“Sure. The café had these little sandwiches earlier. I’ll
get one of those since the cafeteria is closed.”
“I want a picture of you eating!” she said. “Okay, love you,
“Bye,” he answered. He hung up the video call and slumped
into his bed. His stomach was still burning from the salad the night before.
Maybe Bianca was right. It was just him being homesick. And nervous.
This was the first time he was completely on his own. He was
hours away from home, in a city he didn’t know, with no relatives. It was
terrifying. He missed his sisters. He missed his own bed, his own room- which
Hazel had immediately claimed when they got back. She sent a picture.
Heaving a sigh, he got off his bed and left the dorm. His
roommate was gone, so he locked it before going to the elevator down the hall
to get down to the third floor. Over the last two days, he’d gotten used to the
campus layout. Thankfully, the café and cafeteria were close to his dorm hall.
He crossed the street and walked under the shaded breezeway
that led to the doors of the café on the left side and to the doors of the
bookstore on the right. He went into the café which was loud with chatter of
people who had already made friends, the mellow rock blaring through the
speakers, and the blenders making coffees for customers.
To his disappointment there were no sandwiches, and he had actually
hoped to get one. They looked pretty good. Still, his hopes didn’t make any new
ones appear in the glass door fridge. The cafeteria was closed and he wasn’t
sure where the other dining hall was at or if it was even open. He stood in
line and asked the barista if they would restock the sandwiches soon.
Sadly, they wouldn’t until the next day when classes
started. He thanked her and went back to his dorm, suddenly hungry. His stomach
was growling. As he went back up the elevator, he figured he could either check
online to see if anyone knew when the other dining hall would open or suck it
up and eat a granola bar.
He went into his room and got on the university’s media page
to ask. Surprisingly he was answered quickly- they don’t open until tomorrow.
He cursed under his breath and sighed.
Then he heard a few laughing voices outside his dorm. Nico wasn’t
a person who socialized easily, but he figured it’d be better for him to force
himself rather than starve for the rest of the day.
Steeling himself, he walked over to the door, took a breath
and looked out. There were three guys walking down the hall with smiles on
their faces, obviously already friends.
“Um, hi,” Nico said. Three pairs of eyes flickered to him,
two dark, one a startling blue. Nico cleared his throat and managed a terse
smile. “Do you guys happen to know where I could get food nearby?”
“Oh we just came from eating,” one said. He had cornrows,
dark skin, dark jeans, and a shirt with Kenny G on it. “Do you have a car? We
could-” Nico shook his head, causing him to trail off.
“Well, there’s a café nearby in the Rag Center,” another
said. He had a Brazilian flag bandana tied on his wrist, long, straight, glossy
black hair and a tank top with shorts. There were two jagged pale marks on his
shoulders, but Nico quickly looked away.
“Um, yeah I tried that, they don’t have any solid food right
now.” He chuckled nervously. “I was just hungry, and apparently none of the
dining halls are open.”
“Well, we were just getting used to the layout of the city,”
the last one said. He had a slight drawl in his voice that suggested he was from
the south. It was subtle and pleasant. He was blond and wore khaki shorts with
a House of Blues shirt. “There’s a small coffee shop near the East hall but it’s
a bit of a walk.” Nico nodded, unable to find words with those blue eyes
looking right at him. The more he looked the more he noticed.
The freckles splattered on his face, the way one corner of
his mouth seemed to curl up in a half smile, the fullness of his lips, the
raspy undertone to his voice. “Oh, I’ve got a taco,” he recalled suddenly. “Can
I see the bag, Austin?”
The boy with the Kenny G shirt handed over a large paper
shopping bag filled with miscellaneous things for the dorms. The blond looked
inside and pulled out a taco wrapped in red checkered papers. “I got it from
the café earlier. Do you want it?”
“Uh, y-yeah. I’m starving.” The blond smiled and handed it
over, causing Nico to blush slightly.
“I’m Will,” he said, extending a hand. Nico shook it and
“I’m Austin,” the boy with the dreads said.
“I’m Paolo,” the one with the bandana said. “Nice to meet
“Nice to meet you guys,” he nodded.
“We’re all roommates here in this dorm right across from
you,” Will said.
“Oh, okay. Wow. My roommate isn’t here.” He chuckled. “Um,
but thank you. Thank you so much, really.”
“No problem,” Will smiled. The other two went inside and
Nico figured he should too. But before he could take a step back, Will took one
forward. “Oh, hey, there’s a mandatory hall meeting later today. At seven.”
“Yeah I saw the signs,” he answered, feeling his hands begin
“Well, I guess I’ll see you there then.”
Nico nodded and smiled nervously. “Thanks. For the uh taco.”
Will chuckled and rubbed his neck. “If you ever want to
check the city out or… uh, if you want someone to go eat with, just…. You know.”
He gestured to his door.
“Oh. Oh! Yeah, sure! That’d be nice.” Nico bit his lip. “Thanks.
Uh, I’ve said that a lot. Um… yeah, I’ll let you know….”
“Okay, cool,” Will smiled. “Um, bye.” Nico nodded and ducked
back into his dorm as Will went into his own.
there.” Hide slipped his fingers into Kaneki’s belt loop and pulled
him back under the breezeway.
would always be impressed by how Kaneki could say his name like the
word itself was an admonishment. He looped his arms around Kaneki’s
waist and pulled him against his chest. “I can’t believe you were
going to leave without kissing me goodbye,” he pouted.
blushed and lowered his eyes, looking away. “Not here.”
Sorry for the wait but its here. @dscurve preciate the patience love.
had the best poker face. Hearing the word “pussy” out of Kelvin’s mouth was
like adding fire to dry wood! If I got off this counter there was bound to be a
wet spot! Kelvin walked back over standing in front of me with his eyes looking
through to my soul. He looked down at my thighs crossed tight and I began to
breathe shallow. My erect nipples sitting at attention as my eyes stayed glued
on him. I hadn’t put a lick of clothing on today and it was almost after 10am!
He walked closer to me never breaking eye contact, “You know I handle my
pussy.” His teeth sank into his bottom lip as his eyes dropped down to my
nipples. I couldn’t even speak I was trapped in a fog. “You know what I like to
do to wet… tight… pussy?” he was inches away from me as goose bumps traveled up
my arm, his lips grazed my earlobe as he groped my breasts. I moaned as Helen’s
satin robe dropped silently to the floor. Softly she walked over to me just as
Kelvin pulled my hips forward to the edge of the counter. “Let me show you what
I love to do to pussy…. Pretty pussy….” His middle finger slips between my pink
folds and I close my eyes as it slides up and down my juices coat his finger.
“Fucking wet pussy…” He rubbed just inside my pussy lips as this sexual high
engulfed me, Helen’s soft lips suctioned around my right nipple and I
instinctively place a hand on her head and watch as she sucks and rolls her
tongue across my nipple. “Aaaaaahhh…” I moan as Kelvin bends over and pulls his
sweats down, gripping his dick with his left hand he begins stroking it,
leaning over he takes my left breast into his mouth and mimics Helen’s tongue.
“O God…..” I moan as Helen’s manicured finger slides in and out of my pussy. My
chest rises and falls heavily as they moan and suck on my breasts. Kelvin slides
his sweats completely off kicking them to the side and kneeling between my
thighs. He’s careful to put my stiletto foot on his shoulder as his tongue
dives inside my pussy! “OOOOoooo!” I moan as Helen steps back Kelvin’s tongue
glides along my walls as his tongue presses against my clit. “Ooooooooo!” I
moan watching Helen run her fingers up Kelvin’s back, gripping his shoulders as
she leans forward her breasts sit on the back of his head, her soft lips clasp
around my clit! “FUCK!” I yell as the two of them torture my senses I grip the
counter edge tight fighting against gravity! “OOOOOooo… OOOooooo…” I’m so close
to cumming but I don’t want them stop. I lift my ass sitting it down barely on
the edge of the counter as Kelvin wraps his arms beneath my thighs securing my
position. Helen finally releases her hold on me and drops to her knees behind
Kelvin. He stops eating my pussy to look down as she parts his legs and slides
between them on her back. I smile as she sits up taking his dick into her
mouth. “FUCK!” Kelvin says looking at me with such passion. “I’m going to suck
the hell out of this pussy!” I begin panting again, “Do it Kelvin” I beg
leaning back as his tongue cradles inside my pussy, it darts back and forth, in
a circle, around my clit…. He’s pulling out all his tricks as his tongue
demands my cream I grind on his face as I moan loudly. I can hear Helen moaning
on his dick, Kelvin begins moaning into my pussy as he draws closer to his nut.
He suddenly sucks hard on my clit and I scream in excitement but I won’t give
him what he wants yet he can’t hold his nut and moans hard on my clit as Helen
swallows his load! “AAAAAAAAHH!” his muffled moan rattles my clit as I sit up
on my elbows and rock my hips. Helen lies down on the floor and laughs, my ass
above her head as she strokes his dick he buries his tongue deep inside me
again. “Give me that sweet cream…. I want that pussy cream…. That sweet tasting
pussy cream…” I close my eyes and lean my head back, “Stop saying pussy
please…” I can feel the muscles in face move against my thighs as he smiles,
then I jump suddenly as Helen’s hot wet tongue glides across my asshole!
“Wait!” I say unsure if I can handle all this but neither listen as Kelvin
sinks his tongue deep I can’t help but grind on it as Helen’s tongue slides
inside me I cry out in pleasure! “OOOOOO YYYYEEESS! FUCK! Don’t stop Kelvin!
Don’t…. OOOOOOOooooo! OOOOOOOoooo! OOOOOOOOOOO!” My body shakes on the counter,
my stiletto heel scraps his back as he slurps up my cream! “O MY GOD!” I moan breathing
hard on the counter as he licks me clean. Finally the cool air hits my pussy as
he stands to his feet. I look down to see his veiny dick hard in his hand as he
looks at me menacing. He thrusts his dick hard inside my soaking wet pussy,
grabbing my thighs tight as he leans back on heels and pumps his dick!
“AAAAAAHH Yes! FUCK! FUCK Janay! That wet pussy fucking feel good! Helen moans
and Kelvin looks down as I see her hands palm his ass, she sucks on his balls….
He begins panting loud as she sucks each one, I become so aroused watching his
senses heightened! “AAAAAaahhh…. AAaaaaaah…” He keeps moaning, pulling me hard
to the end of the counter again, and my lower back now on the edge bangs hard
against it as he pumps his dick in and out of my pussy! “FUCK Janay! I know you
like this hard fucking dick!” I moan and then squeal as I feel Helen tongue on
my lower pussy, it slides on Kelvin’s shaft as it goes in and out my pussy, her
nose against my asshole as I squeeze the marble for dear life Kelvin moans louder!
“FUCK! FUCK!” He buries his dick deep inside me thrusting as Helen resumes
sucking the bottom of his shaft, massaging his balls. “O FUCK! O FUCK!” he
yells, my nails sink into his forearms as I yell and cum with him. “OOOOOOO
KELVIN!” He muscles flex as he keeps me from falling, small thrusts inside my
pussy. He pulls me to him as he kisses me. “I love how your body reacts to me.”
I smile, lowering my feet to the floor, Helen quickly gets out of the way as I
use Kelvin to steady myself as I slip out of them. I lean towards his ear and
whisper softly so Helen can’t hear me. He smiles and looks at her and I feel
his dick grow stiff again. Helen is on her knees looking at us puzzled as I
walk over to her and push her shoulders down to the floor. She smiles excited
as Kelvin grabs her hips roughly, spreading her legs wide as he elevates her
ass to his thighs, he enters her pussy at an angle and immediately begins
thrusting fast and deep! “OOOOOOO!” she moans as her eyes light up, the death
grip on her thighs leaves deep red marks as his balls bang against her. I arch
my back and aim my mouth right for her clit, suction my lips around it and hold
it tight as I suck on it and roll my tongue against it as Kelvin fucks her! “O
FUCK!” she screams slapping me hard on my ass! I jump surprised by the
unexpectedly slap but maintain my lock as I continue my method her body bucks
wildly. “OOOOOO FUCK! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” She screams loud as water
squirts out from her pussy! I release my hold kissing her pussy mound as Kelvin
groans and pulls out I open my mouth eager as he thrusts his dick into my mouth
I bob on it as he grips my head tight, driving his dick down past my tonsils,
pumping his hips fast…. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” His dick fills my throats as nut
slides into my stomach. I hold my breath for a few seconds as his dick throbs
in my throat, slowly he pulls out sitting back on his heels. I sit up wiping
the edge of my mouth and again I’m surprised when Kelvin pulls me to him and
kisses me. I lean back in his embrace to see his face to find him deep in my
eyes. “Please… be my girlfriend.” I shocked and scared as I search his eyes for
deception I fail capturing only honesty and love. “O…Okay. I’ll be your
girlfriend.” He kisses me again as Helen gets to her feet. This man has truly
got me sprung.
I quickly went for my robe
and was poised to make my exit. They’d gotten real sentimental real quick. I
didn’t want to make this awkward. I threw my robe on and was reaching for the door. As soon as my hand clutched the
knob I was pulled back. “And where are you going?” Janay questioned me. I was a
bit surprised and hesitated. “Umm I’m headed home; you guys look to be well pleased and need to work some
things out.” I really didn’t know any other way to put it. There was a bit of a
silence as she looked back at Kelvin. Without looking at me she said “We want
you to stay, we have to discuss you as well.” I was shocked to say the least. I
had messed with girls and guys but this all of a sudden felt like something different.
I was game to figure things out though.
Shit was running a smooth
as you could imagine. It had been a couple weeks since the whole little
squabble in the breezeway. I was getting comfortable in my new office and
hospital. Things were looking pretty swell these days. Wait; let me back up for y’all. So that day we got it poppin’ in
the foyer, the conversation got into some real depth. How Janay was really
feelin me, but she like the dynamic Helen brought to the bedroom. But she also
expressed how the joy that they together brought me and she didn’t want that to
go way. I was floored to be completely honest but my poker face is strong. But
I wasn’t expecting none of this; and for her
to initiate all of it was even more mind boggling. After the whole debacle with
Marissa I would have never been in this position. So as I understood and took it was we were trying a poly
situation. Shit was new for us all but I liked it thus far. I was just
optimistic about everything. I was getting the pills back out to cuzzo so we
were making that side of things pop. His store was booming. Everything was on
the up and up.
I would rarely see Nay
while on the clock. She too was still getting her feet wet at Regional Med.
Even though that wouldn’t stop my mind from drifting in my spare time. I missed
our little run-ins at the old hospital. Shit today I was craving lil mama
exceptionally bad. I decided to take a break from computer and office and go on
a bit of a scavenger hunt. I’d looked Janay up in the hospital directory and
found out she was on floor 4. I took my horny ass up there with at with all
kinds of naught intentions running through my mind. I gave
half ass smiles as I made my way to her quarters. When I arrived at her door it
was still P-touched labeled with her name. I guess they hadn’t made the
official door label. I quietly twisted the knob opening the door slowly;
stepping inside; I wanted to surprise her. I crept in
and inched the door closed behind me. I looked by her desk but her computer was
on screensaver mode like she had been MIA for a while but, her door was
unlocked. I found it odd but I didn’t read too much into it. I headed back
towards the exit. That was until I heard a whimper; I froze for a split second. Shaking my head I dismissed the sound,
chalking it up to my own overzealous horniness. As my hot hand gripped the
frigid knob I heard it again. This time I followed the melody, as it seemed to
beckon for my attention. I had noticed the door when I first panned the room
but I figured it was but a coat closet. I leaned in and put my ear to the door.
I could vividly hear slurping of what I could only imagine to be pussy
lips followed by muffled moans. My scrubs did absolutely nothing to impede my
stiffening dick. I couldn’t help but grab my shit as I tuned in. I wonder who
was eating who. I knew it had to be Helen and Janay. I mean how could it not
be? I was convinced till Janay walked thru her door and scared the fuck out of
me. “Kelvin!” She shot at me… “Shhhh… wait if you’re here then who’s in
there?” “What are you talking about boy?” I waved her over to the door. “Come
listen I whispered.” She strutted over and planted her ear to the door. Pulling
her ear back she gave me a (what the fuck) kind of glare. I just raised my
eyebrows and smirked. She reached for the knob but I redirected her hand to my
own knob. She gripped it making firm eye contact with
me. Slowly she began massaging me. “Mmmm… Put your ear back to the door and
caress me in rhythm with the sounds they make baby.”
I commanded in a whisper. My good girl obeyed as we both listened in.
Wasn’t long before my hands began to roam and fondle my lady. Her breathing
began to deepen as our bodies drew near one another. “Baby I want you.” She
muttered. “I want you too mama.” I spoke into her neck. “Shit we can’t do this
here with them in my office.” She sobbed a bit. “Oh but we can baby. You
just have to keep it down. You remember how we had fun at the other hospital
right.” My baby nodded. “So let’s indulge in each other, they’ve struck a
match. Let’s give them a real flame.” Her skirt became scrunched up around her
waist and her panties pushed to the side. Her pussy was already soaking wet. My
mouth started salivating at the sensation
between her thighs. With her ear still to the door she dug her nails
into my flesh. I rubbed her clit making her knees weak. We made our way to her
desk and were well past rounding third-base as the head of my dick was grazing
her lips preparing for entry. Before I could get it in past the tip we heard
the door opened and I froze. Janay popped up to a sitting position. I heard
someone behind me say “Oh shit.” I was nervous as
shit. Janay’s facial expression was confused and that didn’t help my nerves. I
finally turned around. Man it was two whole grown ass men hanging their heads
and shame. I was tempted to hang my head right along with them. I didn’t know
how to feel. That shit fucked me all the way up. I looked back a Janay
and she was trying everything he power to contain her laugh. “Really you two?”
I put my dick back in my pants as any excitement he had was gone. She was
completely rolling. The two dudes slipped towards the door and threw their
hands up in apology. I just nodded as big head was just completely beside herself.
“Man I’ll see you later.” I walked out of her office feeling awkward as shit.
I meddled through the rest of the day.
I couldn’t really focus much after that. Though I had
to admit that was funny as fuck, when I sat back and thought about it.
Initially the hyper-masculine side of me had me questioning myself and shit.
But honestly how could I have known. I called Janay and she immediately began
chuckling when she picked up. I let her know I was headed home and I was going
to check on Helen and what not. She acknowledged what the game plan was and
said she would stop by after work to see me. I made a mention of dinner for us
later in the week and she was with it, just had to get lil mama take on
it before I penciled it in. As I exited the door I felt like someone was
extremely close behind me going into the garage. I stepped to the side. The
person passed me and turned around quickly to face me. “Kelvin we need to
talk.” It was Marissa’s ass. I couldn’t fathom why she would even be here. “Naw
I’m good there’s nothing to be said Marissa.”
Whether it be work experience for your vet school application or compulsory prac as a requirement for your degree, you should always strive to be the very best student you can be.
Now, I am not saying you need to be a walking encyclopedia and answer every question the vet poses to you with 110% accuracy, have a wealth of knowledge on every case that walks through the clinic door and have the most precise surgery skills going, you are a student, not a scholar. You are there to learn and gain valuable experience. The vets know you are a student (even though sometimes it seems like they don’t and make you feel like the stupidest person alive), and don’t expect you to know and do everything completely correctly. What I am saying is be engaged, in every aspect, when seeing practice.
If you want to be an equine vet, don’t just stand there looking bored when seeing practice at a smallies clinic. Try and actively listen and engage. You may learn some handy tips and tricks that you can apply to your work in equine land. A cattle vet once told us, “if you know how to spey a dog, you can get a job anywhere”. Meaning, experience in different fields can be extremely valuable one day! You may end up working in a mixed practice, even though your focus is on cattle reproduction and you may have to cover for a vet in the smallies side of the clinic who has 3 dog speys scheduled for that day.
Don’t be the student who thinks that because they are going to be a vet and not a nurse that it is acceptable for them to sit on their bums whilst the nurses are frantically tidying up after surgery whilst answering 104 phone calls at the same time, all whilst under staffed. Don’t be the student who aims to leave on time, everyday, regardless of if the practice has just had 3 walk ins at 6pm with one being an emergency. Don’t be the student who is rude to the nurses and thinks they are higher up in the veterinary hierarchy (trust me, you are not). These are the students who are remembered for the wrong reasons, aren’t considered for jobs upon graduation and who also reflect poorly on the vet school.
Be the student who is proactive. Pick up a broom and sweep the breezeway in the clinic barn if there aren’t many cases in hospital, but there is lots of tidy up to do. Ask to be involved in the work-up for tricky cases, do your research, you never know when your input may end up being extremely useful. What I find is extremely important is saying thank you. Bring a small gift, a cake or chocolates, and write a card expressing your gratitude to the clinic for letting you see practice with them. Leave a positive, lasting impression, you don’t know how your performance at one practice may affect your career in the future.