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Backseatmuke for best bromance url

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Backseatmuke

their blog is nice and i like their url!

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coworker!luke au

heres a coworker!luke au for @complicashton and @hopelukes coworker blurb night

You and Luke would have met when there was a new corner office that both of you wanted, so of course the two of you were competing for it. What he didn’t know is the spot was already yours and your boss just wanted him to actually do his work. So you boss wold tell him to do something and he would immediately get to work doing it. He was kissing her ass for the spot he couldn’t have. You almost felt bad for it but the you remembered if you hadn’t already been given the office you would be doing the same. 

And you also really hated Luke, just because when you started he was supposed to show you around before you started working as the bosses PA. You were sent to get her coffee on your second day and Luke gave you the wrong order. You almost lost your job that day. Now you and Luke have a rivalry when it comes to literally everything. It was like a love-hate relationship in the way you thrived off beating the other, but still hated working with them.

There were a few times a year that the boss would hold a holiday party, and every year Luke would dress up as Sexy Santa, or Cupid, or Sexy whatever holiday it was. But this year your boss had asked you to dress up for Valentines Day. Luke was absolutely pissed when your boss told him he doesn’t need to dress up and when he asks why you tell him that you’re the new Cupid, “It’s time for a change, Luke.” and winked at him.

The next two weeks he couldn’t get the thought of you biting your lip and winking at him, and every night he wakes up in a light sweat, thinking about you dressed in white lingerie. The night of the party he almost doesn’t go, but he’s not going to let you think he won, so he shows up in almost all black, except the white button up shirt, the first few unbuttoned revealing his chest. 

The first thing he sees is you in all white, and there isn’t a ton of it. Your upper thighs are covered by the satin robe covering up most of what you’re wearing underneath. The outfit compliments your skin tone perfectly and he can see glitter on your chest and some on your legs, and he swears to God that you’re actually one of his angels. The wings on your back are covered in shimmery feathers, and the curls in your hair are brushing against them, some being tangled into them. 

He can’t help but think that you belong in some magazine catalog or in heaven with all the other angels. You belong right next to God with the way you’re looking right now. One of his coworkers, and the only other male he works with actually, Calum nudges him out of his daze with a knowing look.

“Stop staring at her, you’re about to bust a goddamn nut.” He says playfully toward where she’s perched on a bar stool by the food and drinks. Before Luke is even ten feet away from her shes aiming one of her toy arrows at him and letting go, before shooting one straight at Calum. He picks my arrow up from the ground and moves so he’s in front of her.

“What the hell was that, (Y/N)?” He demands. She can’t keep a straight face as she sips her drink.

“You’ve been shot by Cupid’s arrow, silly. Now you’ve got to kiss Cal-Pal.” Her voice is giggly the entire time and he can’t help but want to do as she says just to please her. Luke would do anything she asked with her dressed like this. An idea pop into Lukes head and he take two arrows from her quiver, and gently jabs her with one, and then himself with the other. The surprise on her face is evident as he moves even closer to her, his warm breath over taking her senses.

“Now you’ve got to kiss me, Angel.” Luke’s voice is soft and meant for no one but her to hear, but everyone around them starts chanting for them to kiss. Before (Y/N) can object Luke is pushing his lips onto her red ones and kissing her harshly.