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𝟐𝟎 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐒 𝟏 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍

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summary: Harry never thought he would fall in love during a youtube video his friends had him do.

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harry lewis x fem!reader

word count: 1.2K

please this is actual shit i’m sorry :(

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 in the middle of the setup, bright white lights practically blinding him. Downing his beer in his hands, he attempted to calm his nerves in preparation for this video.

He could hear his friends laughing into his earphone, a muffled voice of JJ saying “Harry, chill! Yo, Harry chill out man!”

Throwing down the beer can, Harry groaned in frustration and nerves. “This is the worst day of my life, like- like honestly, I don’t want to be here.” “I would pay all I have in my account to not be here right now, but I’m here.” His chest rose and fell into a loud cry of all the emotions he had kept in to until now.

Hearing his friends laugh at his antics hardly helped to boost his confidence for the video, but he knew it was going to be a big hit. I mean, talking to a few attractive girls, what’s the worst that could happen?

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You walked onto the set, now feeling slightly suffocated by the amount of white lighting they had included for the backgrounds.

Harry turned his gaze to you, not expecting such a beauty to walk in. His mouth fell agape for what he believed to be less than a second, but turned out not to be as he could hear the people behind the cameras and his friends laughing hysterically at him.

The closer you walked towards him, the lower his gaze got. The side camera got a clear shot of him checking you out not so subtly, Harry quickly looking away as he knew how much shit he would get for it later.

You smiled sweetly at him, knowing your instructions of not revealing any information about yourself for now. You couldn’t lie, he was gorgeous. Now feeling an intense amount of stress of being rejected by this handsome man, that would just be humiliating.

Harry’s heart practically burst when you smiled at him. If this was a cartoon, his character would definitely have huge heart eyes right now.

He gulped and without any hesitation, he spoke nervously “Yes”. You let out a sigh of relief as he said that one three letter word. Giving him an awkward thumbs up, you said a quick goodbye beginning to walk off.

“Only if, If only you, I mean you don’t? Fuck!” He yelled out at the end after attempting to fix his mistake which wasn’t even a mistake, stumbling over his words infront of you.

“Harry!” Ethan yelled into his ear piece, howling at the nervous wreck on the screen. Harry completely crumbled to the floor, letting out a cry of embarrassment.

Not only has he embarrassed himself already infront of the public, but the pretty girl he had just seen.

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Wiping your sweaty hands on your jeans, you walked as slow as possible to the ‘destine to be awkward’ room.

Waddling over to the place you dreaded most, you tried to come up with any conversation starter, or any awkward silence fillers, literally anything rather to suffer this labelled worst date ever.

Harry knew it was you next, he had been waiting for this one the entire video since he last saw you. And when you decided to stay with the other 8 women, the boys had never seen Harry happier.

Realising the point of the video, Harry panicked and alerted the boys. “Boys, boys, please!”

“What?” He heard the voice of Vik speak questionably into the microphone.

“Please, please! I swear if you fucking dare!” Harry growled comedically into the earpiece.

“Oh shit! It’s the one he likes next!” He heard Ethan yell, the sound on stomped was heard immediately after, assuming they had all jumped up and down in amusement when they realised they could make this man’s life hell.

Seeing your figure enter the room made all his friends laughs seen muffled to him, it was as if someone pressed play on George Michael’s ‘Careless Whisper’ as he watched you walk his way.

Wait, no. JJ was actually playing ‘Careless Whisper’ through the microphone to Harry’s earpiece.

You leaned over to Harry, shaking his hand firmly as eye contact act wasn’t broken. “I’m Y/N” You greeted.

“Hi” Harry sighed out, tilting his head at you, completely mesmerised by your beauty. He could hear the sidemen laughing at the lovesick man but Harry actively decided to ignore them, making them laugh even harder.

You smiled at his face full of adoration as his gaze was fixated on you, “You’re Harry right?” You questioned, starting a conversation with the pretty man opposite you.

Harry’s cheeks stained a rosy blush at the way you said his name making a soft smile fall onto his face. “Yeah, yeah that’s me!”

“So what do you do?” He questioned you as if you two were on a real date, he felt easy with you, like words just fell out his mouth before he had time to protest.

As you two had a genuine conversation with flirty remakes hidden in there, JJ wouldn’t not stop pestering Harry to scratch his ass in the middle of a conversation. Each and everytime Harry ignored it.

“Scratch your fucking ass Harry!” JJ screamed into the microphone making Harry flinch in his seat.

Noticing this, you asked “Are you okay?” He nodded convincingly but pointed to something behind you, “What? What’s that?”

You turned around looking for what Harry had seen. While you turned, Harry ripped his earpiece out and threw it behind him just in time for you turning back. The hysterics the sidemen were in were unbelievable.

Harry just smiled when you asked what he actually saw and continued on with what would be one of many dates to come in the future.

VIDEO COMMENTS

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harry being in love with Y/N is all i need haha

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BRO Y/N’S FIT MAN

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Harry ain’t slick with Y/N

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fuck harry i want Y/N

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OH THEY ARE 100% GUNNA GET TOGETHER HAFSHBIR

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the heart eyes for Y/N man cute

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i’m back by the way :))

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Request: Could you do a Harry x reader where they hook up in Ibiza or any holiday and fans and sidemen find out and everyone goes mental? Love your work!

Pairing: W2S x fem!reader

Warnings: making out, erm exposing people, i think a few swear words? idk

Word count: 1,310 words

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Y/N'S POV

As the sun started to set slowly, you and the girls head closer to the water, wanting a few pictures by the sea.

You look to where Harry is, seeing him with a beer in his hand. He was wearing yellow shorts and he was shirtless. You make eye contact and see him smile, winking at you at the same time. You blush a little and turn back to the girls, watching them take turns in taking pictures.

"Y/N, it's your go!" Freya says, telling you to stand in her spot.

You decide to sit down and look away from the camera to make it look simple. As Gee takes the picture, you look at the overlapping waves crashing against the rocks, making a peaceful sound.

I'll come back here later.

"Done!" Gee exclaims and you stand up. You glance at the picture and smile, seeing that you looked fine.

"Send it to me," you say, flipping your hair to the side. Gee nods and co-operates. You glance at Talia and see that she's got something on her mind so you give her a look to spit it out.

"Harry seems to be staring at you an awful lot," she points out as you glance at Harry. He was playing a game with Josh (Chip) and drinking a cocktail now.

You shrug and look back, "well, I do look stunning. I don't blame him." The girls laugh at your response and nod to the beach house, saying that we should go back.

"You coming?" Freya asks, waiting for you.

"Nah, I'll come in a bit. I wanna see the sunset," you smile as she nods.

"Don't stay out too late, then!" She yells, waving me off and going to the beach house.

You turn back around and sit down on your beach mat, watching the waves go calmer. You were glad you got to Ibiza because you thought you couldn't. You had a heavy schedule due to your YouTube career but your manager decided you needed a break.

Hence why you're on an island right now.

You heard a few voices on the beach, mostly laughter. Ibiza is the place you'd want to get drunk in as it's known for being an infamous party island. You didn't wanna get too drunk, but it doesn't hurt to have a few cocktails every now and then.

You felt a presence behind you so you looked up and see Harry standing there. You smile and pat the spot beside you as he sits down.

"Where are the rest of the boys?" You ask, looking at him.

"They went inside since it's getting dark. They wanna go to a club or some shit," he shrugs, gazing at you.

"Are you gonna go?"

Harry smirks and uncrosses his legs, patting on his lap. You playfully roll your eyes and sit on it, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I'd rather be here with you," he mumbles as you caress his cheek with your hand. "Plus, you look stunning in this bikini."

You giggle and pull him in for a kiss. At first, the kiss was passionate but then it turned into a need. Like you both haven't had each other for hours.

Which is true.

You slip your tongue in his mouth, to which he groans out. His fingers go down to your bikini underwear, trying to slip them off. You whine in his mouth as his mouth goes down to your neck.

You threw your head back in delight as he sucks all of your sweet spots. Your hands go in his hair, pulling it slightly. You could feel his bulge on your not so thick bikini, turning you on even more.

"I might as well fuck you right here, right?" He mutters, going back to your lips again.

You kiss him again, more urgently than before. He understood your frustration as he caresses your thigh softly. You suddenly feel Harry's right hand on your back and feel him tugging at the knot of your bikini top.

You pull away ever so slightly and rest your forehead on his, breathing heavily. "W-we're on a beach, y'know?" You point out as he smiles.

"I thought you liked me being romantic," he chuckles.

"We can't do this here," you whisper, removing your forehead from his. He huffs as you giggle.

"It's not like we have fans here," he replies while taking your hand. He kisses the back of it, making you blush.

"Yeah, but we have friends. They're right up there," you retort, glancing at the beach house behind you. It was a 6-minute walk from the beach house, but that doesn't mean they can see you guys.

"Then are we taking this inside?" he suggests.

"I'll go in first." You get up from his lap as Harry stands up with you. You peck his cheek and grab your jacket, putting it on. You quickly walk to the villa, wanting to be with Harry as soon as possible.

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As you see the sunrise, you look to the left side of you, seeing Harry sleeping like a baby. You smiled, glancing at his arm across your waist. You grab your phone and see a text from Talia, reading it quickly.

Taliaaa x can u come down here real quick? we need to show u something x

You check the time and see that it's 10:30 am. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering what they possibly needed this early in the morning.

You glance at Harry again and slowly remove his arm from your body. You get up from the bed and get a pillow, placing it where you were. As you suspected, Harry squeezed the pillow still snoozing away. You grab one of Harry's hoodies and put it on. You shook your head at the sight of Harry and head downstairs, quietly closing the door behind you.

When you get to the living area, everyone was on their phones sniggering at something. You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms. "What's going on?"

Ethan was the first to look at you and when he does, he couldn't help but release his laughter. "You said you wouldn't date him and here you are!— Oh I can't." He struggles to explain which makes you more confused.

"I went back to the beach to check on you," Cal(freezy) smirks, kicking back on the sofa. "But I saw something intriguing instead."

Gee giggles as she hands you her phone and you take it from her. You tap on the video she was playing and widen your eyes.

It was you and Harry, making out on the beach last night.

"What? But I thought you—" As you were trying to explain yourself, Harry comes down the stairs, rubbing his eyes.

"Y/N/N, where'd you— oh hey guys! Why are you up this early?" He quickly changes subjects when he sees the rest of the group there.

You huff and show him Gee's phone, him looking confused. "They know." Harry glanced at the screen and he looks taken aback, grabbing the phone.

"And another thing," Freya says, putting a hand over her mouth, "Cal's drunk arse posted it on Twitter."

Both of your heads snapped up at Cal and he simply shrugs. "What? You two should've been more careful."

"Take it down, now," Harry says sternly, getting his own phone. You get yours as well and immediately go on Cal's account, seeing the comments of his recent Tweet.

KSI BRO WHATTTT I KNEW IT miniminter YOU OWE ME

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miniminter OH FFS

w2scutieee OH MY GOD THE COUPLE I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED

mintersdmn Y/N IS LUCKY WTH i love them

y/nslove ima make an edit cya-

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"I hate you, Freezy," you say, sticking your middle finger up at him. You felt Harry's arm around your waist and you look up.

"Okay, you guys know, very embarrassing. Can we go to sleep now?" He groans as the girls 'aw' at you. Meanwhile, the boys start cheering as you flush with happiness.

"Use a condom!" Josh (Zerkaa) yells as you head up the stairs.

"Piss off!" You both say at the same time, hearing laughter downstairs.

requested by anonymous <3

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Request: Could you do a Harry x reader where she's in a sidemen tinder video and he just has massive heart eyes for her and keeps messing up his pick-up line because he's like omg she's so pretty?

Pairing: W2S x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, tinder, swearing, dirty pickup lines

Word count: 2010 words

A/N: this is kinda bad I'm sorryyy

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Y/N'S POV

Your friend recently applied for you to go in a YouTube video. You knew that the video was going to be a Tinder video and it's going to be made by the Sidemen.

You obviously know who the Sidemen are. They're the UK's biggest YouTubers. But, the whole situation is a bit nerve-racking.

Your friend wanted you to do a Tinder video with them because she said 'it's about time you go out and meet boys!' Which is a bit annoying because you enjoyed being single. You weren't really good with relationships and haven't been in one since a few years ago. Your friend was kind of right, you did need to get out and meet a few people.

You picked out an outfit that was casual because you didn't really want to 'dress to impress'. It was just a dark brown sweater with black, ripped jeans. You also wore a thick belt around your jeans and tucked in bits of your sweater. You left your hair out in waves but kept a black scrunchie on your wrist just in case it gets windy.

You were the last girl waiting in line. The girl before you was speaking to the boys about why she swiped them to the left side. You knew what most of the Sidemen looked like but, to be honest, the last time you saw a picture of them was before lockdown. It's not like you'd watch them on a daily basis.

You heard footsteps coming down and saw the girl from before. She smiled at you and you returned it. As she left, a man came up to you, checking if your mic was secure.

"Okay, so just introduce yourself and say where you're from and listen to their lines. Not much to do," the guy shrugs and you nod. "Got it?"

"Yep!" you reply and he smiles.

"Alright! You can go up now." He walks away and you take a deep breath.

"Here goes nothing," you mumble.

HARRY'S POV

As I put my phone away, the next woman comes up the stairs leaving me speechless.

She was pretty, like the other girls of course, but there's something about her that makes her stand out from the other women. She was wearing a casual outfit - a dark brown sweater with black jeans. It was so simple, yet it made her look... gorgeous. Her hair was in waves and they were tucked behind her ears. I couldn't tell if she was wearing makeup or not, but her face looked natural so I'm guessing she wasn't.

She's...

Perfect.

"Holy shit," I mumble, forgetting everyone else in the room.

"Find someone you like bog?" JJ smirks as I look towards him. I shrug but answer him anyway.

"Maybe..."

Harry P was the first to greet her, making me a tiny bit jealous. "Hello, hello, hello."

"Hello, hello, hello!" she smiles at him, looking like a fucking angel.

Them Filly was the next to speak. "Rah, this is- this is health and wealth!" She giggles at that and I feel something twitch on my abdomen.

You haven't even spoken to her for fuck's sake.

"Ima actually take you seriously," Chunkz flirts as I roll my eyes.

She looks at the camera to the side and introduces herself. "Hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, I'm 24 and I'm from Y/H/T!" She smiles at all of us. Her voice was literally music to my ears.

"I don't think I can do this," I mutter to JJ and he chuckles.

"She seems nice, just be yourself, my g." I huff and watch Harry speak.

"Wait, no I'm 23! My birthday's in a few months so like— just carry on," she stutters, doing hand gestures to Harry. He chuckles while Filly says something to him.

"You look shy," he says, making Harry turn around.

"Your breath stinks," he retorts as we all laugh. Then, Y/N chuckled and faked at being offended.

"Are you talking to me?!" she exclaims. Her smile looked so sweet, it makes my heart melt.

"No, I'm gonna tell you something about yourself now," he says as he quickly glanced at the camera. "My name's Harry Pinero, I'm 29 and I'm here to do my bit for the community." He pauses, getting something out of his pocket while Y/N looked confused.

"So, I'm here to give you some chewing gum," he states bluntly while Y/N looked insulted, putting her hands on her chest. It made me chuckle, seeing how cute she looked—

Jesus, Harry.

"Get out of here," she swatted her hand left, watching Harry go to the 'no' side.

"You saying her mouth stinks?" Filly smirked as the boys 'aw' at him.

"I'm here to do my bit!" He shrugs as he gives Tobi some gum. "How dare she talk to my friends like that with that smelly mouth." Y/N laughs as we all cover our mouths.

"Ay, ay!" Ethan says, laughing with Filly.

"His face is hilarious, innit?" He continues as I see Y/N shake her head in mock disbelief. I make eye contact with her for a split second before looking away. I glance back at Harry and see him leaning on the 'N', looking fake offended.

Josh proceeds to go forward. "Hi, I'm Josh. I'm 28, my girlfriend said to the prettiest girl from today and ask her for a threesome." Y/N looked confused and was gonna say something before Josh cut her off. "So, I'll wait for the next girl."

We all shouted at Josh while he walked to the left side. Y/N looked bewildered at what happened which made me laugh.

"You lot are moving mad today, aren't you?" She chuckles, running a hand through her hair. "I didn't even say no, I'm done!"

"She's crazy, I like her," Chunkz smirks to no one in particular.

Filly steps forward. "I'll be honest, you seem like a lovely girl, man. I'd love to get to know you," he flirts while she nods. I try my best to not show my envy. "My name's Filly... um," he stopped, not knowing what else to say.

Josh started laughing, me chuckling along with him.

"I'll be honest, you're not in the best position right now." She shrugs and giggles, tucking a bit of her sweater in. "Someone was rude to you, the last two people. I just reckon that out of love, let me go through and you and me can talk about..."

"I mean, is that it?" She questions as Filly scoffs.

"Right, look at me. Am I attractive?" She paused there, putting her chin on her hand. She hesitates, before saying something.

"Uh, yeah!—"

"Nah, the pause, the pause!" I point out as Filly walked to the left. We all 'ooh' as Harry and Josh chuckle.

"I barely said anything!—" She gets cut off by her own laughter.

"I can't lie, she done you dirty there my boy," Harry says, patting Filly on the back.

"I barely said anything!" She repeats, "Sometimes saying less is better!" She shrugs before Ethan walks towards her.

"I'm Ethan, I'm 25. Your legs are like an Oreo, I want to split them apart and eat the good bit in the middle." Y/N scoffs as we wait for her reply.

"You can't even reach my ankles mate!" She swiped him to the late as Ethan looked insulted, looking back at us.

"Oof," I mutter towards Ethan as he goes to the 'no' side.

"Come here, just join." Harry beckons his hand. "It's an elite numbers club over here."

JJ goes next, meaning I'm after.

Oh hell.

"I'm JJ, 27 and how tall are you?" He asks smugly. Y/N ponders for a moment.

"Um, 5"9? I think—"

"5"9, what the fuck?" Tobi exclaims before going over to the left. We laugh as he continues. "I'm never going to survive!"

"Oh, also I'm KSI," JJ flexes because apparently, everyone knows his name.

Y/N nods before swiping right, chuckling. I widen my eyes in shock. "What?!" Y/N makes eye contact with me again as everyone was shouting over each other. She smiled and looked down, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"She knows the p's, she knows the p's," Filly shakes his head, chuckling.

"She knows her millionaires!" Ethan yelled as I go forward.

Fuck, don't mess up.

"She'd be dumb not to pick him," Filly replied, leaning on Tobi. "I'd fucking pick him!" Filly shrugs as we all howl with laughter.

Alright, this is it.

Y/N gazes at me with anticipation, waiting for me to say my line. She was using the same sweet smile, making my heart flutter.

I return the smile before talking. "Hello, I'm Harry, I'm 23—"

"Piss of Harry," JJ shouts as the others chuckle again.

"Shit, I'm 24!" I say, facepalming myself. Y/N giggles, biting her lip. "Uh, are you a Pokémon?" She tilts her head at me. "'C-cause I'd like to— Oh fuck." I mutter to myself before putting my head in my hands.

I hear the others snigger and laugh as I hid away. "Harry has a crush!" Ethan yelled as I pick my head back up. I gaze back at Y/N, seeing her giggle at me.

"No, no, go on! Finish it!" She pushes, crossing her arms.

"Right, are you a Pokémon? 'Cause I'd like to Pikachu..." I stop as my voice dies down. She was smiling, waiting for me to go on. "Naked."

Everyone started laughing at the line, as well as Y/N. She swiped right for me, gazing as I walk to the 'yes' side.

"I had to say yes," she giggles as the others clap and cheer.

"Well, I'm very grateful!" I reply as JJ fist bumps me.

"I told you, just be yourself!" JJ yells as I chuckle.

"Harry is too elite, he's elite!" Filly laughs as the others agree. Y/N was still gazing at me but her eyes swiftly turn to Chunkz as it was his turn.

I looked down, smirking to myself.

That went better than I thought it would.

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Y/N'S POV

While you were leaving the studio, you looked around in your bag for your car keys but realized you couldn't find them anywhere.

"Oh, shit," you mumble, looking inside your pockets. You checked everywhere in your backpack and still couldn't find them. Then you heard someone come up to you.

"Uh, Y/N?" you turn around and see Harry from the shoot and smile up at him. You felt your cheeks heating up but you prayed he didn't see it.

"Yeah?" you reply, wondering why he was talking to you.

"I found these," he says, revealing your car keys. "I saw them drop out of your bag on your way out," he nervously chuckles while you let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God," you mutter, taking them off him. "Thank you, I thought I lost these for a minute!"

"No problem!" He replies while nodding. He looked like he wanted to say something else so you stay for a minute.

"Another thing..."

"Yeah?"

"Could- could I have your number?" Your mouth opens in shock, not believing what you were hearing. "You don't have to say yes I just- I want to get to know you," he stammers as you chuckle.

You think about it for a minute before putting your hand out. "Gimme your phone." He looked relieved as he handed it to you, unlocked. You go onto his contacts and make a new one, putting your name and number there. You glance up for a second and see Harry gazing intently, making you smile a little.

"There you are," you say, handing his phone back. "Just remember to say it's you or else I'll think you're some pyromaniac," you badly joke as he chuckles.

"I will. I'll uh, see you later," he says, walking back into the building. He glances at you again before going in which makes you blush like crazy.

You hear a few cheers from behind the door, making you shake you head.

These boys really are crazy.

requested by anonymous <3

my shitty, shitty minho fic that took ages [tmr minho]

I'm sick of rereading this so here is 3.5k words of shitty, self indulgent writing. The confession could have 100% been more heartfelt but I'm sick of looking this in my google docs. There is most definitely a ton of mistakes but idc <3

this isn't really enemies to lover but the whole dynamic minho and the reader have kinda wrote itself lmao

HERE YOU MFS- @agathallalongs @blanknamed

You were fine with the way you woke up. Hell, you preferred it over some snot-nosed kid coming in and waking you up. And as it turns out, having the same schedule for a little under a year makes for a great internal clock, the habit of getting up in time for your daily run already having been instilled in you for months. So when you’re pulled from the peaceful lulls of sleep because of the feeling of being flipped upside down and landing face-first into the dirt floor of the Glade, you were rightfully peeved.

“Rise and shine shank.”

Minho. Of course it was Minho.

“I’m gonna throw you off the Cliff the minute we’re far enough into the Maze.” Sitting up, you try to rub off the dirt that got on your face when you face planted, scowling at the stains that litter the front of your shirt. “This was a new shirt too.”

“Were you thinking of going running with me or do you plan on sitting in the dirt all day?” Despite him being out of sight you can practically see the smug look he’s wearing. “Hey, maybe you can convince Winston to let you get in the pig pen so you can take a nice mud bath.”

Groaning, you finally stand up and turn around to face him. He’s standing with his arms crossed, holding a paper bag which you presumed had your lunch in it on the other side of your hammock, your very, very twisted hammock.

“Why the hell did you wake me up? I get up fine on my own.”

He shrugs in response, “I just felt like it.”

“You just felt like waking me up or you just felt like getting the world record for ‘biggest pain in the ass’?”

“A bit of both, and seeing your face when you spat out that dirt made you so much more attractive.”

Heat crawls up your neck in embarrassment, “Slim it.” Furrowing your eyebrows in frustration, you gesture in front of you to the tangled mess that hangs between you, “Also you’re gonna fix that.”

“No. It’s your bed.”

“You’re the one who flipped me over! Fix it.”

He stares at you for a second before turning on his heel and jogging off. While he turns to leave you barely catch the way his lips quirk into a smirk. As you watch his retreating figure you can feel your fingers twitch, the urge to strangle him suddenly overwhelming.

“Hey! Get back here shuck-face!” As quickly as you can, you slip your shoes on, not bothering to tie them and pull the leather harness over your head. After one last disapproving glance at your pathetic hammock you’re off, racing after Minho in an effort not to let him get too far ahead. If he beat you to the Doors you’d never hear the end of it.

By the time you catch up with him you’re out of breath. Everytime you would get closer than a few feet behind him he’d run a little faster keeping you at a good few paces behind him, succeeding at prolonging your ever-growing exasperation.

Eventually though he lets you catch up until you’re running side by side, a few meters away from the Walls. “This prison wouldn’t be half as bad if the Creators had put anyone else in here other than you. Preferably someone cuter, without such a punchable face.” You don’t have to look at him to imagine the offended look on his face, one of his most punchable expressions actually.

“I am by far the most attractive guy here. The rest of these shanks look like klunk in cargo shorts.”

“Yeah no. You don’t even break the top 21 on my list.” Once you reach the wall, you lean against it, waiting for the doors to open. When you look at Minho he quirks an eyebrow.

“You have a list?” He pauses for a moment, “Wait there’s only 22 gladers. You included yourself on your own list?”

“Good job! I wasn’t sure if you knew how to count.”

“Slim it. So who’re the top 3?”

You pause for a moment pretending to mull it over. “Well, Gally’s got that whole tall and brooding thing going. And Nick, well I like a man who can take charge-”

“Yeah, yeah okay I get it.” He waves his hand in the air rather indignantly, dismissing what you said. After a minute of silence. the grating sound of rock being dragged against rock echoes through the Glade as the Doors finally start to open. As he tightens the straps of his harness, Minho glances down at the ground and pauses for a moment before he snickers, “You better tie your shoes if you don’t want to trip and ruin your pretty face. Might knock you down a few pegs on that list of yours.”

~

It had been hours since you’d left the Glade, running the familiar course of the Maze. The only entertainment being watching the way the back of Minho’s neck turns a lovely shade of red every time you make a particularly irritating comment.

“Hey it’s getting late. We should go back to the Glade.”

Minho shakes his head in disbelief. “It’s not that late. We still have plenty of time to get back.”

“But I finally convinced Fry to make bacon and there's no way that they’ll be any left unless we get there early.” You draw out the last syllable in a whine, knowing exactly how to get under his skin.

He pivots, still continuing to run just now facing backwards. “Is Frypans bacon really more important than finding a way out of this hell hole?”

“Yes!”

“...Fine-” His sigh of annoyance is cut off abruptly as he trips, falling backwards and landing with a loud huff as the air is knocked out of his lungs.

“Shit, Minho!” You kneel beside him as he lays still, “Are you okay?!” Your voice seems to ricochet off the walls.

It takes a moment before he groans, his eyes still closed. “Why are you so shucking loud?”

“Sorry. Are you okay?” Quieting your tone, you hover over him.

He finally opens his eyes, “M’ fine. I just tripped.” Pushing himself up, he tries to stand but the minute he puts pressure on his ankle he gasps in pain, stumbling into you as you stand to catch him.

“Shit. Okay, you just need to sit down.” You lead him over to the wall, letting him support himself against it before he slides down to sit. When he stretches his legs out in front of him you take to kneeling again, this time next to his feet. Rolling back the bottom of his pant leg you check to see how bad his ankle is and judging by the wincing and the gritting of his teeth you’re betting on not good.

It’s only been a minute but you feel your heart drop at the way it’s already swollen and starting to bruise. You frown as you press your finger against it lightly, snapping your hand back as Minho recoils, growling in pain.

“Don’t touch it!”

“Fine. Good luck finding someone else in here that’ll help you. I’m sure the Grievers would be happy to assist.”

“It just hurts asshole, no need to get snappy.”

“Yeah, yeah just stop your whining you big baby.”

He cringes as you begin to prod his ankle again and sets his head back to rest against the wall.

“Well I’d say it’s just a fracture, it doesn't look too messed up- Minho?” He doesn’t respond. “Hey! Minho!” You reach in front of his face and snap your fingers, “C’mon I need you to wake up!”

He moans as he opens his eyes, well squints his eyes. He can barely keep them open half way, “Why is it so bright in here?”

Furrowing your eyebrows you glance up, it really isn’t that bright, gray clouds float across the majority of the sky and cover most of the sun. Looking back at his face, you can’t stop the nauseating feeling of fear that gnaws in your stomach. “Here, move your head off the wall, I need to check something.”

The dark stain on the wall where he was resting against is enough evidence but some irrational, hopeful part of you checks anyways, reaching around him and pressing your fingers to the back of his head. When you bring your hand back, your fingers are covered in blood.

“Damn it.” You try your hardest to push down the anxiety thundering in your stomach as you grab Minho’s arm and wrap it around your shoulder. Now is not the time to panic. “We need to get you back to the Glade.”

~

You’re not surprised he’s heavy, almost a year of running almost everyday tends to build up a lot of muscle however that doesn't make it any easier for you to carry him. You had to have been stumbling around for hours before you had to fully set him down to catch your breath.

“You really need to lay off Fry’s cooking. I’m telling him that you’re going on a diet the minute we get back.”

You only get silence in response, prompting you to look over and make sure he hadn’t passed out again. His eyes were open but his mind seemed to be elsewhere, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes focusing on something on the wall across from the one you were leaning against. You raise your hand and rest it against his shoulder, “Minho?”

“You need to leave me behind.”

The nauseous feeling returns, “What? No way I’m leaving you here to be Griever food.”

His face twists in frustration as he turns to look at you. “We’ll both be killed if you don’t get the hell out!”

“We still have time! I can carry you the rest of the way just fine.” Grabbing his wrist you pull his arm across your shoulders, tightening your grip when you feel him try to tug his arm back. “We’re going.” You wrap your arm around his waist to support him as you force him to stand.

He tries to pull away, “Why are you being so shucking stubborn! I can barely walk! There’s no way you’ll make it time before the Doors close.”

“Well that’s tough for me I guess.” You begin to walk forward, trying to adjust the way his body weight rested against you.

He begins to say your name but you interrupt him, “No! I’m not leaving you and that’s final.” Cursing the slight waver in your voice you continue to look ahead, choosing to ignore the frustrated look on his face.

It doesn’t take long for exhaustion to set in, Minho seeming to weigh even more every ten minutes. As you drag your feet across the uneven floor, the toe of your shoe catches on a crack, sending you both stumbling forward for what seems like the fiftieth time. The only difference is that this time you aren’t able to catch yourself, fatigue catching up with you and sending both you and Minho careening forward.

Stabbing pain shoots through your legs as you fall to your knees, the sound of Minho groaning in pain causes waves of guilt to wash over you. The sudden realization of just how dire your situation seems to suffocate you.

This was all your fault, if you hadn’t been so annoying Minho never would have tripped. If you were strong enough you would have been able to carry him all the way. Why weren’t you strong enough?

The soft call of your name shakes you out of your stupor, it’s followed by a hand pressed against the side of your face. It’s only when his thumb swipes against your cheek that you realize you’re crying.

“I’m sorry.” You shift slightly until you’re sitting down, knees pulled up to your chest. He follows and sits next you with his legs stretched out, hissing as he accidentally drags his ankle across the ground. “This is my fault.” Staring at the exposed part of his ankle, your stomach swirls at the dark purple bruising.

When he notices you staring he’s quick to pull his pant leg down, “This isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have been running backwards.” He watches you for a second, contemplating, before he speaks again, “You can still leave now and make it.”

“I’m not talking about this again.”

“Why not-”

“I just can’t leave you behind okay! It would kill me knowing that I got us into this mess and I couldn’t get both of us out alive.”

“So you’re just going to kill yourself because you would feel bad if you didn’t?” At his harsh words you whip your head to look at him, surprised to find him angry, his nose flaring and teeth gritting.

“Why are you getting so mad?! And you know it’s more than that! I’m not leaving you here, you can yell all you want but it’s not going to change anything.”

He throws his hands up in the air in indignation, “Why?! Why do you have to be so stubborn!” His tone is harsh and he practically spits his words at you.

A flurry of emotions lodges in your throat and a burning, hot anger ignites in the deepest pits of your stomach. Your lips are moving faster than your brain can process, “Because I love you, you idiot! I can’t just leave you behind because you're the reason I haven’t jumped the shucking Cliff yet!” Your heart is beating impossible fast and for a split second you wonder if it’s going to beat right out of your chest. You watch as Minho’s face morphs into an expression of shock and before you can identify the emotion swirling in his eyes you swear you can hear someone's footsteps.

You scramble to your feet, straining your ears in hopes that you weren’t imagining it. In the distance you hear the rushed strides of someone running in your direction and you swear you feel your heart skip a beat. It was far too late for another runner to be out in the Maze.

“Hey!” Cupping your hands around your mouth you hope they hear you. You hear Minho grunt and the sound of him dragging against the stone wall as he stands.

His voice rings through Maze as he calls out.

After a moment of tense silence you hear the quick foot falls of another runner getting closer before you spot his familiar blond hair turning the corner.

“Ben! Oh my god!”

He comes to a stop in front of you, his expression worried, “What are you guys still doing here? The Doors are closing soon!”

“Minho got hurt and I wasn’t able to carry him all the way back. Why are you out so late?”

“I figured I’d stay out later than usual. Had a bad feeling.” He glances over your shoulder to look at Minho. “We need to get going if we want to make it in time.”

Nodding your head, you turn around and make your way over to where Minho is leaning against the wall. You can feel his eyes on you, pleading for you to look at him but you’re adamant at avoiding eye contact. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Ben glancing back and forth between you, no doubt feeling the tension.

Having someone else there to help made carrying Minho infinitely easier and the three of you stumbled through the doors just as they began to groan, closing behind you.

“What took you so bloody long?” The familiar accent of Newt floats across the Glade but you’re too exhausted to even look in his direction. It isn’t until he’s standing right in front of you that you tear your eyes from Ben and Minho as they make their way to the Med-Jack hut.

“Minho fractured his ankle and got a concussion.” Your hands clench in anger as you speak, “If it hadn’t been for Ben we wouldn’t have made it out.”

“Aren’t you going to go check on him?” Newt frowns at you.

The thought of being in the same room with Minho after you practically dumped your heart out on him made your stomach churn. “No, I think- I think I’m just going to let him rest for now.”

Newt opens his mouth to comment, no doubt going to point out that you never left Minho’s side but you’re quick to interrupt him. “I’m exhausted. I’m going to go shower and get some rest.” You force a smile and begin to walk in the direction of the showers before he’s able to speak.

It seems to take ages to get to the bathrooms. Fatigue makes your limbs feel sluggish and the adrenaline of being in the Maze ebbs away, leaving aching muscles in its wake. You can’t seem to shake the thoughts of Minho as you scrub yourself clean. He probably wanted nothing to do with you and your big fat mouth. If you’d only bitten your tongue for another minute you wouldn’t have this looming air of regret suffocating you.

The regret seems to pull tighter against your throat when you notice your hammock, still twisted from this morning. Tears gather at your waterline, threatening to spill over. The view in front of you is distorted and watery and your fingers fumble with the twisted strings before you give up, whining in frustration.

You pause for a moment before turning in the direction of the Med-Jack hut, your heart desperately yearning to see him. Before you have time to think, you’re wiping your teary eyes with the back of your hand and practically jogging to the little run down shack, ignoring the throbbing pain in your legs.

Hesitating at the door you take a deep breath, steadying yourself before you’re pushing against it. The room is silent, both Clint and Jeff having left and gone to bed. Scanning the room you notice a bed in the corner, Minho sleeping peacefully under it’s covers. His face slack as he rests, his forehead covered by a thin, white bandage that stretches around his head. As you silently pull up a chair to his bedside you study him, it isn’t often you get to see his face when it isn’t creased with stress or in any expression other than a smirk.

Smiling softly. you reach up and pull his blanket up a little higher until it covers his shoulders, the night had a cold edge to it despite it being well into summer. After sitting there for a few minutes your eyelids begin to get heavy, like something was weighing them down. For a moment the idea of walking back to your hammock crosses your mind but you immediately dismiss it, just thinking about getting up is exhausting. You cross your arms on the side of his bed and rest your head against them. It doesn’t take long before the comfort of sleep consumes you.

Garbled words and the feeling of something brushing against your face is what wakes you this time. Opening your eyes, the first thing you notice are Minho’s pretty brown ones staring back at you, the next thing you notice are the hushed snickers from behind you. Shooting up straight you feel the warm rush of embarrassment flood your cheeks.

“It was about time you woke up!” Clint pipes up, “Lover boy here hasn’t stopped staring at you since we came in here to check on him.”

This time, pink begins to tint Minho’s cheeks and creep up his neck, “Slim it! Get outta here would ya?”

“Okay! We’re going!” You turn around just in time to see Clint pushing Jeff out the door and throwing you a wink before shutting the door.

The awkwardness is palpable as you stare down at your lap. The bed creaks as Minho shifts to sit up against the headboard, the sound seeming incredibly loud in the silence. Mustering up your courage you finally speak.

“I’m sor-”

“I love you too!’

Your head shoots up as he interrupts you, eyes wide as you take in his expression that mirrors your own.

“What?”

His body language tells you that he had most definitely not meant to say that, his mouth moving up and down as he tries to figure out what to say.

Your heart catches in your throat as you process his words, “You love me?”

At the slow nod of his head, a beaming smile splits your face, and before you can stop yourself you're pulling him into a crushing hug. Caught off guard, he stiffens for a moment as you wrap your arms around him but as soon as you let out a shaky breath against his neck he winds his arms around you.

“Is this okay?”

At your hushed tone he pulls you tighter against him, “This is more than okay.”

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the drug in me is you I Mitch Rapp

summary: Mitch and you have been asigned to a mission together but what you didn’t know is that the barkeeper but a weird drug into Mitch’s drink that suddenly makes the cold hearted agent fall head over heels for you and now you’re the one trying to figure out how to get the old Mitch back while also trying not to fall for this suddenly cute acting man. 

word count: 6472

notes: you know the drill, english isn’t my mothertongue so excuse any mistakes, also this is my first time writing smut so please be nice with me if you think it was totaly craph haha. But as always, remember: treat people with kindness!

warnings: little angst, but trust me it all turns out well; smut [unprotected sex (please wrap it up guys), dirty talk and well just dirty stuff]

It wasn’t the first time that you were asigned to a mission with Mitch Rapp and it definetly also wasn’t the first time you got more than annoyed by the way he acts. 

Mitch is too confident for his own good, not only in the way he looks but also his abilities. Yes, he is a great fighter and excellent at finishing every job he gets, but he is also arrogent and the most moody person you have ever met, which is why working with him is harder than with any other agent. 

“I told you to be more sublte but no of course you had to go straight forward and get our cover blowed up. 

“Well at least I did something. You just stood around and let a random man touch you up.” 

“A random man? It was our target and I only flirted with him to get the information out of him.”

Mitch scoffs and shakes his head. “Yeah sure, just for information. God, you really think I must be stupid? I don’t even know why I keep on getting paired up with you on these stupid missions when all you do is mess up.”

What you learned from working with Mitch- and also from talking to Stan- is that no matter what he says, you should not let it get to you. Sometimes it’s hard, but when you work in a job like this, words from a agent with noticeable issues are the last thing that hurts. 

“You know I just wish you would wake up and leave this fucking arrogent side beside you, cause not a lot of people have the patience that I do and someday youo will work with someone that will beat you up so hard after comments like that,that you won’t be able to walk anymore.” You take one last glance at the mirror before turning back to Mitch. “And now let’s go. We have a mission to fullfil.”

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