open eyes of love

“Ever Since New York”

A/N: Used a few lyrics from Harry Styles’s Ever Since New York for inspiration! 

Summary: Unspoken feelings between you and Tom leads to a fateful night.

Starring in a movie with Tom was all you expected and more. Your two characters were main characters and love interests, leading to most of your waking hours together. This had led to unspoken tension; when rehearsing scenes, Tom would always come a little too close or kiss you with more force than the script called for. There had been times when you two would come close to admitting something, but nothing ever materialized. 

After wrapping the movie, you and Tom talked frequently. Even if a romantic relationship wasn’t in the future, your platonic relationship was very strong. But, the amount you thought about him was alarming. His warm hugs, his cologne, his laugh, his warm brown eyes… 

A couple months later… 

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if that’s not a confession of love idk what is


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I want us to be ravenous for victory until the very end.” - Miyuki Kazuya


“I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” (k.w)

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Harry sighed as he walked into his apartment. The last place he wanted to be at right now was his home. In reality, he wish he never walked out of your apartment. You were right. Your world didn’t revolve around him. He should’ve realized that he wasn’t the center of your universe. He should’ve let you tell him all about your date. “I’ll just talk to her in the morning,” he thought while he started to walk to his and Kimberly’s room.

“Where’d you go?” a voice called out. Harry halted mid-step. He turned around to see Kimberly sitting in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest. Harry bit his bottom lip, beginning to walk towards her. “I went to Y/N’s. Listen baby, I’m sorry I said-”

“You were with Y/N?” Kimberly asked, her voice laced with bitterness. Harry’s eyebrows quickly furrowed together as he sat down on the spot next to her. Kimberly was quick to move away, beginning to pace around. “I always go to her when I need to talk to someone.” Harry added, suddenly feeling the need to explain himself.

Kimberly quickly turned around to face Harry. “I’m your wife, Harry! Don’t you think you should be talking to me whenever you have a problem?” Harry’s cheeks immediately heated up,looking down at his fidgeting fingers, “We got into a fight. I just wanted Y/N’s opinion.”

Kimberly let out what was mixed between a scoff and a laugh. “As if we can trust her opinion.” Harry quickly stood up, feeling like he needed to stick up for his best friend. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Kimberly eyes widened, her head shaking, “How could you be so oblivious, Harry! The girl is in love with you!”

Harry quickly shook his head, “She’s my best friend, Kimberly! How could you accuse her of something like that!”

Kimberly crossed her arms once more before she sat back down on the couch. “I’m supposed to be your best friend.” She shook her head as she stared at the ground. “I notice the way she looks at you. She looks at you like it’s just you two in the room. She listens to every word you say. She puts your needs before hers! Everyone sees it! Everyone but you!” Harry remained silent as he sat down next to Kimberly, his palms beginning to sweat.

“Didn’t you notice how sad she was at the wedding?” Kimberly whispered as she placed her hand on top of Harry’s. Harry closed his eyes. “No…no. I’m her best friend. She was just happy for me. They were happy tears.”

Kimberly sat further into the couch. “Harry, they were tears because the guy she was in love with was marrying someone else.”

You were sitting in your kitchen. A cup of tea in front of you that was now cold. You sighed as you heard a knock on your door. You wiped a tear that fell from frustration from your fight with Harry. When you opened the door, there stood Harry at your doorstep for the second time tonight. Harry was giving you a look that sent shivers down your spine. He let himself into your apartment. You closed the door behind him, “Listen Harry, I’m sorry for-”

Harry spun around to face you, his breathing becoming harder and harsher. “Are you in love with me?”

Your eyes widened. Your secret that you kept for years was finally out. Your eyes quickly scanned Harry’s, trying to get some sense of how he was feeling. When you didn’t answer Harry, he immediately knew what your answer was. He ran his hand over his face as he took a deep breath. “How long?”

You suddenly felt so small. Your arms crossed, as if they were trying to protect yourself. You never wanted Harry to find out. You thought if he ever did find out, the two of you would be old and gray’ you would have a husband and the thought of once being in love with Harry would seem funny. Now, you felt nothing but shame for ever growing feelings for your best friend.

You took a deep breath, your eyes threatening to spill out tears. “Since we were 18,” you whispered. Now it was time for Harry to gasp. “18!” He repeated, his hand slamming down on the counter. You visibly winced, you closed your eyes as your arms tightened around your body.

“5 years! You’ve been in love with me for 5 years!” Harry shouted. He began to pace around your living room, pulling on his hair out of frustration. Harry looked back at you, his eyes softening at your trembling body as you cried. “Why didn’t you tell me,” Harry whispered so softly that you almost didn’t hear. You looked up at the ceiling, tears falling from your face, “I didn’t want to ruin what we had Harry! Our friendship…it was so beautiful! So…real! I was afraid that if I told you or if you somehow you found out, it would ruin everything.”

Harry looked down, his own eyes beginning to fill with tears. He looked up at you and took a deep breath, “You should’ve told me, Y/N. If you told me…things would’ve been different.” You let out a quiet scoff as you stared at the ground. Harry came closer to you. He placed his hand on your cheek, causing you to look up at him. Harry leant his forehead against yours, “I’ve been in love with you all my life.”

You let out a small gasp before Harry continued, “I’ve been in love with you…for so long, Y/N. But I knew someone like you would never be in love with someone like me.” Harry opened his eyes as he grabbed your hands. “You’re so..beautiful. You’re so compassionate and kind to the world. How could I not fall in love with you?” Harry chuckled through his tears. You looked into Harry’s eyes that were filled with nothing but sadness.

“If I knew that you loved me…I would be married to you right now.” Harry whispered. You let out a sob as you rested your head against Harry’s chest. Harry wrapped his arms around you as he looked up, trying to stop crying. “But I’m with Kimberly. And I fell in love with her too.”

You nodded your head as you buried your face more into Harry’s chest. For what felt like an eternity, the two of you held on to each other as if this was the last time you guys would be seeing each other.

Niall let himself into your apartment. He placed his bag down as he quietly made his way into your bedroom. He sighed as he saw the plate of food he left out for you remained untouched. As he came closer to your bed, he noticed the tear stains on your face as you were asleep. He sighed, feeling the same sympathy he did for you when Harry got married. Niall grabbed a blanket you kept on your bed and placed it over you before he left your room.

When Harry left your apartment that night, you immediately called Niall and struggled to tell him what happened between your sobs. Niall tried assuring you that everything would be okay. He tried telling you that this was just a bump; that somehow you and Harry would get past this. But it’s been two weeks and Harry hasn’t tried contacting you since.

Niall was sitting on the couch in you living room when you finally came out of your room. You sat down on the spot next to him, bringing your knees up to your chest. Niall placed his phone down. “I brought some food.” He said as he nodded towards the bag on the counter. You were staring at the wall in front of you. You let out a quiet “thanks.”

Niall bit his bottom lip, trying to think of what to say. He glanced at his phone and smiled. “Your birthday’s tomorrow. That’s exciting isn’t it?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Niall sighed, “Would you like to do anything? I can clear my schedule. Maybe we can go to-”

“I don’t really want to do anything. Thank you though, Niall.” You said quietly. Niall nodded his head as he scooted further into the couch.

Eventually Niall left. He placed a kiss on your head and a promise that he’ll be back tomorrow. Your eyes shifted to the clock on the wall. 11:34PM

With the time ticking closer and closer to 12, you could feel your anxiety bouncing off the walls. Harry has never missed the tradition of coming to your place for your birthday with a home made cake. Surely he wouldn’t miss it because of what happened.


You looked at the clock again. 12PM. It was officially your birthday. You stared at the door, hoping that Harry would burst in. Your eyes began to water when you realized it wasn’t going to happen. Tears began to fall off your face as your tradition was broken. You placed your head into your hands. Of course he wasn’t coming. Just because he knew you loved him, he wasn’t going to leave his wife for you. You were his past, Kimberly was his present. Stupid girl you thought.

Harry glanced at the time on his phone. He sighed as he looked at the cake he made earlier in front of him. He grabbed the cake and threw it into the trash can before he went back to bed.

i have never been so excited to write this! thank you guys so much for the constant love for married! it means the absolute world that you guys like it! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you thought!

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Keep Yeh Warm

Alex X Reader

In which Alex becomes attached to the first beautiful thing he’s seen in weeks.

(I’m putting everything else under a cut in case anyone still hasn’t seen Dunkirk!! It may contain some spoilers.)

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BTS Reaction to Another Member Seeing You Half Naked

Requested by Anonymous“Their reactions when the members bursted into their room in the dorm while they are with their lovers who have a habit of sleeping in just t shirt and panties.”

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Jin ➳ It was too hot and he was tired, pulling you into his chest as you whined sleepily — eyes sliding open slightly while giving him a weary smile. “I love you,” his voice was hoarse as it rummaged within the air, and once he began to leave soft, wet kisses against your neck whilst you squealed in laughter, the door was then slammed open.

“Hey hyung—” it was slow but intense, Seokjin’s fiery and sleepy eyes creeping up to lock with a flustered Yoongi’s; the man standing there flushed to the core and his huge obsidian orbs eyeing you as you struggled to cover yourself. “Never mind.” He picked up the courage to mutter as he then slammed the door shut and left it at that, Seokjin quickly forgetting about the whole ordeal in seconds.

Originally posted by yngissi

Suga ➳ You had already slipped graciously into slumber’s arms after Yoongi had pecked your forehead and cheek innocently, and once time had passed and he felt himself dozing off as his fingers ran soft circles around your thigh — something loud bumps into the door, the weak wood itself flying open as squinting eyes are running through your half naked figure seconds later.

The man was as stiff as a board, and it was your boyfriend’s piercing tone that had slammed Namjoon out of his stupor. “Do you not have the decency to knock?” Yoongi growled, and the younger slowly creeps out of the room as he shuts the door quietly, soft taps following after against the hardwood and making Yoongi ignore the man with a sigh as he pulls you into his chest.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

J-Hope ➳ Jimin only saw a bundle of blankets on the bed as the door creaked open softly, planning his attack with a grin on his face — soon screaming and jumping on the bed and landing right on top of what he assumed was Hoseok, but was instead, you.

Looking straight into his eyes like a hawk, the boy blushes furiously, scarlet drowning his ears and neck as he looks down only to find you in a t-shirt; soon yelping when he heard Hoseok burst into a fit of laughter as he enters the room. “Get off my girl,” he chuckled, amused as he then grabbed Jimin’s hand to lead him to the exit of the room whilst the younger apologized profusely as he trembled in mortification on his way out.

Originally posted by yoongichii

RapMonster ➳ Before you fell into the darkest void of slumberland, Namjoon’s hands were running inside your shirt as it slid up towards your bare belly — smiling to himself when you giggled while slowly giving you a soft and passionate kiss on your lips. But that was about an hour ago, and when he suddenly hears the door rip open and the sounds of Hoseok singing into the dark room, only to yelp once he saw your semi-naked state with your panties visible to the earth; Namjoon’s heart nearly stops.

Scrambling to grab whatever blanket to cover your unconscious form, he sighed in relief as his hesitant eyes fell onto Hoseok, the man only letting out a laugh with a small apology as he shuts the door behind him.

Originally posted by slapmon

Jimin ➳ The boy had forced you onto his lap despite you being sleepy, wanting to talk to you even more throughout the night as you laid on top of him. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable, and when the moment was right and his arms wrapped around your waist as he sat up, there was then a breath hitching echoing inside the room — and it was certainly not yours.

Eyes darting towards the door, he spots Taehyung gazing directly at you, speechless, before gaining his composure. “Looks like someone else clearly needs you more than me, hyung.” He teased as you dug your face shyly into Jimin’s neck, the boy yelling at the other to get out in embarrassed laughter while Taehyung gives him his special meme face.

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

V ➳ Taehyung had picked you up from the ground and threw you onto the bed to prepare for your both much needed rest as you squeaked in giggles. He crawled over your form just to peck your cheek, and when he was about to plant a much deeper kiss onto your lips — a loud squawk fills the room.

The both of you jump, Taehyung turning to find Jungkook shaking in a panic as he bowed deeply, cheeks stuffed with a ferocious flush as the younger did his best to apologize profusely as he couldn’t keep his eyes off you whereas, the older only laughed. “Just learn how to knock,” he chuckled, shooing the boy out of the room just so he could sleep with you in his arms.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Jungkook ➳ He screamed when Seokjin barged into the room only to find you wearing one of Jungkook’s large t-shirts with your legs wrapped around the maknae’s thighs — Seokjin surprised at seeing an intimate gesture coming from the baby of the group as he held as if you were his stuffed bear, only laughing as he scolded the boy for “not learning how to lock the door right.”

The boy was a flaming mess, his heart banging against his chest to let it’s owner know he needed to breathe; and once the giggles began slip past his lips as his chest began to shake you awake, his embrace on you began to tighten. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

Originally posted by missbaptan



“Neat where others were sloppy, organized where they were confused, sure of himself while they floundered, he cut a swath through England’s murderers that left the police far behind.
Unimpressed by titles, unfazed by difficulties, untiring in his labours, Hercule Poirot stood as a bulwark protecting English society from legions of lady poisoners, gentlemen stranglers, and murderers of all sorts and persuasions who, without his efforts, would have escaped justice.
Though he occasionally berated himself for his few mistakes and miscalculations, he knew his own worth well enough. Spurning false modesty, he allowed as how he was ‘the greatest mind in Europe.’”

- ‘Hercule Poirot, The Man and the Myth’ by Jerry Keucher, from The Bedside, Bathtub & Armchair Companion to Agatha Christie by Dick Riley and Pam McAllister