The wedding date, or; how to avoid the singles’ table:
⚜ “I want- I needyoutobemyfakeboyfriend!”; “I have to admit, this isn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had. Normally, when you don’t stand someone, they’re the last person you’d invite for this.” aka asking your coworker to a family’s wedding.
⚜ Luke x reader ; office!au, friennemies, a tad bit of High school!au
⚜ This is a repost from my side blog, so both are owned, written and edited by me.
The pile of work standing
on your desk earns a groan from you, your head pounding from the long evening
waiting for you.
Your eyes switch from
the article you’ve been trying to get done, to the clock that marks exactly
half an hour since the irritating disturbance had started. And from a scale of
one to ten of how murderous your thoughts are, you’re pretty sure you’re
hovering above an unhealthy fourteen.
You often wonder how
strangely things work out in life, astonished by how the universe likes to carefully
craft satirical situations to shake up the insignificant human existence.
However, you’re not exactly as amused -heck, you’re even sure the deities love
messing with you, trapping you in a tiny work space with your one and only
rival from high school.
Luke Hemmings, always
the charmer and still undoubtedly just as obnoxious as you remember him, just had
to end up in the cubicle right across from yours. And although you’ve had a
much-appreciated break from his gracing company during college, you’re still
astounded at the cruelty of fate to pair you up with him.