Ah yes, the classic "Florist x Tattoo artist" AU. ENJOY MY SKANKS OF GAY. I ain't putting a description cause for everyone who is tumblr trash already know wassup, but, for the others, you're in for a pretty gay surprise ; )
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Oh and since I have no one else to say this to here goes: my period is very messed up like I won't have it for like months and months and when I do have it it last 2 to 3 days max. Anyway it was my birthday and I was with my two friends. I love love love kids and I want to have a big family and btw this was on my birthday. I was talking to them about it and they told me "you're fucked, effie" and I was like "my mom had this too, it's just a hormonal imbalance" and they kept on saying "you're insides are broken, you can't have kids" and they kept saying that and almost making fun of me and long story short they made me cry on my 16th birthday.
Sorry for the sadness
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"I should have you fired, what is your deal with the letter "D"?? This is the third time!" My boss was starting to raise his voice as I sat passively in the chair across from him in his office.
"Sir, I'm sorry. It will not, I swear to you, it will not ever happen again" I begged and pleaded; I'd drop to my knees if I had to.
"You cannot make mistakes on something that will be on someones body forever! They will tell their friends about your stupid mistakes and we will lose business because our services cannot be trusted!" He rose from his chair and I could see it already the way I saw it half a dozen times with my ten years of working here. The way he pointed his finger to the door as he uttered those three words no one with a shitty mortgage wants to hear. The way he fired everyone, Mia, Daniel, Trish, and Meg - i really miss Meg.
"Sir, please. Do not fire me because I can guarantee that i will not make anymore mistakes, and besides these are the first mistakes i've made in 9 years," I paused and realized I was in fact kneeling in front of him with my hands balled together in one fist. "Please" I begged for mercy; if I lost this job I'd lose my house.
His office was silent and I knew I would not- could not say another word because if that didn't make my case then nothing would. My life was on the line.
The silence was thick and suffocating, I wish he'd get it over with; it felt like I'd been kneeling on this floor for ten years rather than ten minutes. I could see my other co-workers in the reflection of his framed certificates on the wall, their faces were a mix of horror and excitement that I had lasted this long. The one thing you knew about this place was that if you ever step foot inside the boss's office you were a goner and the second you left you'd leave with a box of your stuff in your hands.
"Castiel, stand up and look at me," He ordered and I did as told. My eyes connected with his and they'd be locked there until he told me otherwise; he didn't fuck around. "You are one of the best tattoo artists we have ever had here and for the first time ever I will actually cut you some slack. You work hard and I see the passion in your eyes when you are attending to a client. I am giving you one more chance, your last chance. I'm assuming you want to stay here for a long time so if you mess up even once in the next 3 years I will fire you, no if's, and's, or but's. Got it?" He asked as he placed a heavy hand on my tattoo covered shoulder.
The smile on my face couldn't get any bigger and on the inside I was singing and dancing and screaming but on the outside I kept it together quite nicely and shook his hand. "Th-Thank you, Sir. You will not regret it, I promise!"
When he let go of my hand he closed the blinds to his office and as I stepped out the door to his office I felt like a warrior, the first survivor - a legend and that's exactly what my co-workers will tell me.
"Did you just change his mind...?" Izzy asked with a shocked low whisper.
"Hell yeah I fucking did!" I wooped and jumped up and down cheering with the rest of them until we had to open the doors for customers to be let in.
