sweet creature || Wes (dollface)

part one

content warnings: swearing, not much that i can think of for this part

Summary: Reader's boss tells her that he's retiring in a few weeks and she's being placed under a different vet at the clinic she works at.

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Westview Veterinary clinic was an animal hospital located in a suburb right outside of Los Angeles. It opened up back in 2011, 3 vets, and 3 vet techs. I've only been working at Westview since I was 20. Five years passed on, and in that five years, 2 new vets and 2 new vet techs. And I've been there the longest. Well second longest.

I was a vet tech for the vet who opened the clinic 10 years ago. He was amazing and one of the many reasons why I loved my job so much. Other than the animals, of course. He's who I've been with since I started here, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

However, he was old. He was in his mid-60s. I wouldn't be surprised if he retired soon. And when that happens, I'll have to find a new clinic to work at. I don't think any of the other doctors here will need a vet tech, or more than one vet tech. God, I hope he doesn't retire soon.

"I'll be retiring at the end of the month," Kurt looked up at me from the clipboard in hand. I stared at him for a moment, trying to comprehend the words he had just said. My shoulders slumped as I looked at him.

My hands were holding and loving on a cat who was here for its annual check up. The cat was clearly hating Kurt and me. To be fair if I was a puppy or kitten I'd hate the vet and vet tech, too.

"You can't retire," I complained as I looked at him. Kurt laughed as he looked back down at the clipboard. I let out a squeal as the cat whipped his head back to nip at me, only to fail.

"I can. You'll still be here. I don't know what you were thinking, if you were thinking you'd have to go find a new clinic to work at. Don't tell the other techs, but you're my favorite." He smiled as he glanced at me. I stared at him, waiting for a further explanation. "You'll be working under a different doctor," he concluded.

"C'mon, Kurt, stop yanking my chain."

"You'll be working with Wes Taylor."

"Okay now you really gotta stop joking, Kurt," I laughed as I looked at him.

Wes fucking Taylor. Of course I'll be assisting him. That'd be just my luck, right? Working under the guy I've had a massive crush on for the last 5 years. The guy is simply beautiful. All the vet techs, and I mean men and women, have talked about how attractive he was. I get it, too.

Well at first I didn't understand why Wes was such a big deal around the clinic. He'd been there since day one and is a kind guy. I didn't know why he was a big deal... Until I met him. I remember that day so clearly because I totally fucking embarrassed myself. And all I'll say is it involved a bag of dog poop and my attention lasting longer on him than the poop.

It's not my fault he was attractive. His eyes were reminiscent of a bottle of honey that was being held up to the sun. Like the sun reflected off all of the air bubbles and minor imperfections the honey held... That was Wes' eyes. Even though his hair reminded me of a mousy brown mop, he still managed to pull it off like it was nobody's business. And, please, for the love of God, don't get me started on his lips.

I remember when I first started working as Kurt's assistant, there was a rumor going around that one of the old vet techs slept with him and he was... great. If fucking only. I'd never have any sort of chance with him like that.

"Wes Taylor?" I repeated, just so I had clarification. Kurt looked over his glasses and right at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Unless you want to find a new clinic."