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| Here I Go Again |

-pairing(s): Luke Dunphy x Fem!Reader

-summary: Skipping the auditions for the school’s spring musical (‘Mamma Mia!’) was a very good idea, according to Luke, but what happens when he sees what -or, more specifically, who- he is missing out on.

-tags (I found a word for it!): Mutual pining, high school aged characters, non cannon typical characters (Luke isn’t a misogynist), Reader is a singer, Friends to lovers, 2nd Person POV

-a/n: SECOND FIC WOOP WOOPI am appalled by the severe lack of Luke Dunphy writers on here!!! Us teenage girls need more ☹️so I took matters into my own hands lol. Don’t know if this is proof read, I always write these first.

MIGHTTT make a series idk yet

inspired by another fic I read on here by @agentofteamvaliant ! Go read that one it’s vv good

Luke groaned and hung his head. For the fourth time this week, Manny had asked him if he’d like to audition for the spring musical this year. Some production called …Mamma Mia? Apparently it has all these songs from a really popular band from when his parents were his age (‘so like the 1700s’, he chuckled). He didn’t care though; all he needed to hear was ‘musical’ to reach the conclusion of ‘lame’. No amount of nagging from his uncle would change what was set in stone.

Somehow, though, they had reached an ultimatum: Manny would be the shining star of the show and Luke would be paining the sets, just like they did years ago in middle school (before Luke snookered the Phantom).

***

The day had arrived. Audition day.

To say Manny was a nervous wreck was putting it very lightly. He was pacing around the floor of the room, trying to motivate himself. Luke, on the contrary, was sitting quietly in one of the many seats of the auditorium, since he was only here to see his uncle (he wasn’t quite sure what to call him since he was only 3 months younger than him).

Or, at least, that was the reason. Until you stepped onto stage.

At first, he didn’t even notice you, lost in his own word (or, let’s be real, probably a game on his phone). But then you started singing.

As soon as he heard you sing those first words to ‘Winner Takes It All’, he was obsessed. Never one during the whole four minutes did he pull his gaze away from you, in fact he only ever blinked when his eyes started stinging, wanting to spend as much time as he could on your figure.

When the song ended (too early for his liking) the room was dead silent. You, being you obviously, assumed it was due to you sounding terrible, which could not be further from the truth.

A small, ‘Thank you’ from coach Tucker -He insisted on being part of the musicals- was all you needed to hear to slowly walk off stage and back to your friends.

They weren’t sitting far from Luke, one row in front and a few to the side, leaving you the seat directly in front of him. And, still, his eyes hadn’t left you, not for one second.

As you get closer, he realises your undeniable beauty and internally curses himself for not noticing you earlier.

You hadn’t even been sitting for a few seconds until he taps you on the shoulder.

‘Hey, you were really good out there’ he compliments you with a grin on his face.

‘Thank you!… sorry have we met before?’ You ask. You didn’t want to seem rude but you couldn’t think of who he was, and trust me, you would never forget a face like that.

‘No we haven’t… I’m Luke. Luke Dunphy.’

‘Y/n.’

#Luke Dunphy x Reader #fanfic #Modern family fanfic #Luke Dunphy #modern family x reader #fluff

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| Don’t you dare |

-paring(s): Minho x Gn!reader

-summary: after being in the scorch for god knows how long, you finally see an out, but what happens when a sudden thunderstorm takes over?

-categories (? Idk what to call this part): Established relationship, thunderstorms, lightning, light swearing (I think), Minho nearly dies (we’ve all seen/ read it), angst (I love tmr angst), second person pov (you, yours etc), based on the movie but use of W.I.C.K.E.D because I think it looks nicer, light swearing

-a/n: fist maze runner fic ever ! I love tme angst so much I can’t lie yk. Also can I just say that Minho has so,e fucking cool ass lightning strike scars ?? Not mentioned in the fic but I just felt I had to point that out.

-760 words

It seems like a lifetime since your move out of Janson’s facility (or rat man, as your boyfriend kindly nicknamed him) , and you were starting to feel like it was a bad idea.

You shook the thought as quickly as it came, reminding yourself that the shelter was just another one of W.I.C.K.E.D’s cruel tricks on your mind.

Now, you were off to find the right arm.

‘That’s your plan? Mountain people? Really, Thomas?’ You had asked him when he had graciously shared his genius plan to the rest of you only after he’d dragged you out of the of Rat man’s hospitality. You weren’t convinced at the time, thinking it was just Thomas being paranoid, but as you thought about it more, it started to make a lot more sense. The fake-looking suicide of Ava Paige, the desperate rushing of your saviours in helicopters, and of course, the questionable pickings of people going to the safe haven. Now, you had found out, there was no safe haven, only a secret testing chamber. Rows upon rows of people just like yourselves, hooked up to machines, literally having the life drained from them, now only sacks of tissue and bone. You shiver at the fact that would have been you in their place, if you stayed forpossibly as little as a day more. You’d never admit it to him, no, but you’re genuinely thankful for Thomas, the amount of shit he has gotten you all out of and continues to get you out of is nothing short of heroic.

‘Y/n? You alright?’

You hadn’t even noticed the group all looking at you, too caught up in your own mind, until Newts voice filled your ears.

You gave them a reassuring nod. Minho gave your hand a comforting squeeze and shot you a smile. You kindly returned it.

As you’re all gathered around the campfire, your eyes begin to struggle to keep themselves open. You lean your head on your boyfriends shoulder just as they eventually close fully and lull you to sleep.

***

‘Guys, wake up.’

Thomas’ urgent voice invaded your mind as you woke up. You darted your eyes around to find what it was he had to wake you all up for.

You found it.

Lights.

It may not seem like much to any onlooker, but for you guys, this was paradise; right now in this very situation, this was your safe haven. It looked like a thriving community- well, ‘thriving’ should be taken with a pinch of salt, but for lack of a better term, they were indeed thriving as much as a community could in these circumstances.

Your group had better get a move on, not just because most of you were severely dehydrated, but also because of the thunderstorm that rolled above.

It was angry; and it was coming right for you.

You hadn’t even noticed Minho grabbing your hand and tugging you toward civilisation until you nearly face planted on the sand. However he still continued to pull you to the rest of the group, concern looming in his face. After reassuring him you were fine, he had let go of you and let you run slightly infront of him (when you both know he is much faster than you).

A large scream was heard from directly behind you. You whipped your head around to find the source when you see Minho on the sand, unconscious.

And everything just stopped.

You rushed to his side, tripping over your own feet in the process, and you fell directly beside him.

‘Minho? Minho wake up! Please.’

You repeated these words over and over again, tapping gently but firmly on the side of his face.

Suddenly, Newt and Thomas were at your side, picking him up and dragging him to the building you were all running to. You followed behind closely, not letting him out of your sights.

When you all got inside, the two boys dropped him gently on the concrete. You were all huddled around him, shouting at him to wake up as tears fought to fall.

A voice croaked from beneath you, a pair of eyes fluttered open.

The whole group letout a collective sigh of relief.

A single tear rolled down your face, a light and breathy chuckle escaped your throat.

‘You’re not getting rid of me that easily, sweetheart.’ Your previously unconscious boyfriend joked, probably trying to soften the atmosphere.

‘You asshole.’ You said while laughing again and gently hitting his arm. ‘Don’t you dare do that to me again.’

‘I’ll try.’

#tmr x reader #minho x reader #minho angst #the maze runner #minho tmr #fluff #light angst #maze runner fanfiction #fanfic