EXO Reaction when their crush says no guy will ever love her

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*It would break his heart, hearing you say those things* “If she knew… how much I love her… how much I dream of her… will I ever be able to tell her? Will I ever be worth of her heart?”


*He’d be moody all day, no one knows why* “I hate it… hate when she thinks so low of herself. How can I change that? How can I make her see what I see in my eyes, how perfect she is… I want to make her happy”


“I’m sure there will be someone… who will stay by your side forever. Someone who will treasure your heart as his own. I know there will be someone… who will love you forever” *He meant every single word that left his mouth*


“When I look at you I see this beautiful girl. This girl with the sweetest heart and warmest smile. If no one falls for that, the all the men in the world are complete idiots. Because honestly, it takes just one look… to fall in love with you” *That stare says it all*


“You! Stop joking around! You realize you are the most perfect girl in this world right? Just being by my side you make me happy. And I want you to be happy too so no matter what it takes, I’ll do what I can do make that happen. Just wait, you’ll see”


*He’d be a little nervous. Scared of saying something wrong. But he wants to help you feel a little better, help you feel you are loved* “Maybe… you will find one day that man… but until then… remember I’m by your side. I will hold you and protect you, you are important to me in ways you can’t imagine… so I’ll work hard on keeping that smile untouched”


*He’d go into a depression mode that only you can heal his heart* “Why… why can’t I make her happy? Why can’t I be that man… that man her heart beats for… She wonders when she’ll be loved but the thing is… that she already is… will she ever see me? Will I ever be able to hold her… and give her my love?”


“Please… don’t cry. If you do I might not be able to contain myself. It hurts you know? Seeing you like this… because I care… I care for you… and I wish I could be the one that gave you what you want… what you ask…what you wish and dream of…”


*He’d be that friend in love that is always there and always manages to put a smile on your face* “Hey… you look pretty when you cry but… I like your smiling face better. What if your prince charming passes while you are crying… so smile okay? Your smile is unique and anyone who doesn’t see it is blind, remember that”


*He’d think for days what to do or say, wonder how he can make you happy, how he can be worth of you* “You deserve the world you know? You deserve being loved and cherish… and all I wish is for you to get that one day… I just want to see you smile… tell me, what can I do? Tell me… how do I make you happy? Tell me…”


“Say… until you find that man… can I stay by your side? Can I catch you when you fall, hold you when you are cold, heal you when you are hurt? Would you give me a chance… to show you how much you are worth fighting for, to show you… that the world is yours… and your heart is the most beautiful thing in it?”


“You know what my only wish is, every year? For you to be happy… it’s curious how your smile makes me happy. So please don’t say things like that… because even if you don’t see it now, you’ll find love one day… there will always be someone who will give his life for you. I’m sure of it… don’t worry… and don’t be sad”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

outsider-lola-winston  asked:

Hey can I have an imagine with Dallas with the prompt/sentences #19 and #70? Thanks <3

“you never let anyone in, and that’s why everyone leaves.” “congratulations, you’ve finally managed to break my heart.” - dallas winston

you walked into buck’s, the bar you knew all too well because of dallas winston. you pushed pass the drunks and made your way to the stairs. you sauntered up the stairs, your nerves eating away your insides. you were in no hurry to get to dally’s room, you were scared as hell to confront him about the thing you two had going. 

you didn’t call it a relationship, because frankly, it was far from it. all you two ever did was have sex and hang out at buck’s. you never got to hang out with his gang. you really did like all of his friends in that gang even though you only met them once. the only good thing going for the thing you guys had was that he didn’t sleep with any other girl. he sure didn’t mind all the looks and passes girls made at him though. you were sick of letting him get away with using you like this. 

your hand finally met the door as you knocked on it, hearing his growl from the inside of his room. “come in.” you heard his hoarse voice say, and you did like he said and went in. he was sitting on his bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips. he always had one either in his mouth or ready to light up in the pocket of his jacket. “oh, hey y/n. if you wanna go at it, you gotta get me a second, i just got here.” he said, a smirk already spread across his face as he burned out the cigarette that was in his mouth. “no dallas, i’m not here for that.” you sighed, knowing he would automatically assume that. “then what are you here for doll?” you knew it just ruffled his feathers that you weren’t here for sex, and that’s exactly the thing you were here to talk to him about. 

“look, i don’t understand what we have going here. we aren’t in a relationship clearly since we only ever sleep together and hang out as friends. i don’t remember the last time you kissed me without your tongue going down my throat, and i barely know any of your friends. i don’t wanna be another sylvia to you, i don’t. i-i love you dallas, i do. i fell for you, hard, and from what i’ve gathered all you want is lust. no love, just lust. i don’t know, maybe you have philophobia, but until i know that you do, i’m just assuming that you won’t ever love me. i mean, you never let anyone in, and that’s why everyone leaves. if you let me in, it can be different. i can fill an empty spot in that heart of yours.” you took a deep exhale after you said all of that. dal sat there with a blank stare, not knowing what to say. he didn’t think you’d be the type of girl to feel that way. 

“look, you know i don’t love nothing. i know, you know that. you’re probably thinkin’ you can change me, but ya can’t. you don’t know the shit i’ve been through. the last thing i need in my life is love.” that was a total lie and he knew that, but he had to not let anyone in, not after what happened in new york. besides, he has a big rep and if everyone knows he has a girl he loves, they’re gonna think he’s going soft and that he’ll be easy. no way in hell is that happening, he thought as he gave you a cold stare. 

tears welled up in your eyes as you met a gaze with a guy you love even though you shouldn’t love him. you should have expected this sort of response from him. let’s face it, he was a detached and devious criminal, why would he of all people love you back. deep down you had hoped that he would find it somewhere in that heart of his to care for you, but that came shattering to pieces when you heard him say that. “congratulations, you’ve finally managed to break my heart.” you said, the tears all falling out at that point. with that, you left his room, never looking back as your sobs echoed through the hallway. 

it was killing dally to hear your sobs echo, he couldn’t get them out of his head. was he doing the right thing by letting you go and letting you cry like this? he thought he was protecting you from himself, but really he was hurting you like you’ve never been hurt before. 


On 8th April Crown Princess Victoria and her husband Prince Daniel visited the site of the recent terror attacks in Stockholm. When asked by the press how Sweden can move past the tragedy the Crown Princess said only one word: tillsammans or together. Her word choice has already become a symbol of a rallying cry for unity and love across social media, amongst monarchists and republicans alike. 

WKM - What happened?

I’m going to cover all of this mess in this post. It’s just what I think could be the truly amazing story behind this amazing video series. 

There are LOTS of questions in my own head and I’m gonna try answering (hopefully) most of them! Here we go!


The biggest question raised is, obviously, who killed Markiplier? From what we could gather throughout the series, demons are likely to exist in this scenario.

Even the newspaper gives a hint that the mayor might have been a “demon in disguise”. So there are spiritual, supernatural things happening here. I, for one, can not answer the biggest question out of all, how he died and who he was killed by. I can only make one assumption; here’s my theory.

We know that Mark’s body went missing at some point. Where exactly is never shown or hinted at, but I have a likely theory that Mark himself was the one to hide his own body in form of his spirit. Or just, behind all that was happening in general. However, what we do know is that Mark, I quote (Damien): “(He) trapped us here in this broken shell and we had no way out.” 

It seems established that, during the time we were outside to talk to the gardener, Damien and Celine tried to reach out to Mark(’s ghost), hence she wanted to “talk to the dead”. During that time, Mark took the chance to inhabit Damien’s body and trap him inside his own, dead shell that could not be used anymore. Whilst doing so he either accidentally killed Celine by possessing her first, her not being able to hold the soul inside her body, OR Celine did not die and let Damien inside her body to save him from being thrown into the corpse, which would explain why she was red and blue in the end sequence of Chapter 3. She also appears to be having two pairs of eyes above her head at one point. Possibly a hint that she’s two in one at that point?

Either way, we know that Damien represents BLUE and Celine represents RED thanks to the ending of Chapter 4:

Which is why it could very well be that She kept Damien’s soul inside her body for a short while to save his life. And of course Damien was PISSED after that, betrayed by whom he cared for, who he fought Will for and whom he thought was a good, a childhood friend he could trust. That’s for the angry step towards us, the angry stare. He looks at us, knowingly. He chooses his victim that very moment.

We are told to run. The door closes and Celine does not come out. Her shell possibly broke and both souls were set free without a shell, or she kept it up and waited for the right moment to talk to us. 

The right moment being the time Will shot us.

And here is the thing; We did NOT die. If you listen closely, you can hear a faint heartbeat in the background during this very scene. They both tell you to believe them, tell you stories to make you feel sorry for them. Which, of course, you do. Damien seems pissed and loses his temper once more, like he did with the Colonel before, and shouts angrily that Mark walks around in his body. Which is why I think that part is true. He couldn’t take his anger in. He can’t, he has a low temper, that’s just it.

But Celine reminds him that he “can’t do this right now”. Reminds us to believe them. What you’re told is that Mark trapped both of them inside his old, dead body and that they brought you there so you have a chance to survive. Damien tells you that you can’t survive on your own and Celine says she can bring you back the same way she brought you there. But what Damien says afterwards is the most important clue.

He says: “But you can’t survive on your own. You’re .. dead, after all. (…) I know this all sounds crazy. Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck is going on. But I know that I trust Celine. And if you trust us … let me in. We can fix this.”

Gathered: Damien lies to you after all this time of actually being genuine. He was betrayed by Mark, knows that you trust him, wants revenge and is angry. He lures you into a false sense of security, tells you you can fix this together. He makes you feel like a friend by telling you that he feels the same way about all of this. And then, he mentions that oh so beloved trust of his. That one thing he completely lost thanks to Mark. 

Also important to note; It is ONLY DAMIEN that inhabits your body after all of this. Why is that?
Celine states that she can send “you” back, not “us”. She says “you” have a choice. And Damien ends his sentence with “let me in.” Not let us in.

You trust Damien and he tells you that it will work, he promises.

And it does work! You wake up in your own body, get up, meet the Colonel who is completely out of it by now.

He does not recognize us as a “Dark” or “Damien” because we don’t look like Damien yet and Dark doesn’t exist yet either. Damien, at this point, is inside our body and trying to take over. 

We listen to what Will says and see him, in desperation and utter confusion, try to find his dear friends he lost.

Once he’s away, only THEN do we walk over to the mirror. And here is where it gets interesting.

We take Damien’s cane: Take a look at the hands.

A thin, female and young looking hand (possibly Amy wee i love her), but then something happens.

The hand changes, transforms into a different one. Into a hand similar to Damien’s. Because Damien is inhabiting your body by himself. Celine is likely still in Mark’s body or, as I mentioned earlier, never died to begin with. It’s Damien who was so fed up, he had to use you to get what he wants. And he gets it alright:

A body. A shell to use as a puppet. He transformed your body into a copy of his own. Mark likely still uses actual Damien’s body, but Damien had to make you look like him to finish this with you. 

Then this happens.

And sad music plays in the background all throughout this scene and it broke my heart - but why did it break my heart? Because that right there is a representation of broken trust, my friends. Damien threw us out of the body he stole from us and trapped us either behind our screens or in that mirror (hence the weird noise light inside the crack). He used us. He manipulated us. We were his first victim.

And he feels bad about it at first. Note how Dark’s look changes after he throws us out? Because now we can see what he truly is; a broken man. He had so much trust in Mark, in us. He was a genuine, good and kind hearted man. He neglected his other friends for Mark only to then find himself betrayed by Mark or whatever he had unleashed that day. He is troubled, his emotions are a whirlwind and all the while he has to keep his anger inside. After all, Damien has a short and low temper. Guilty about what happened, he looks up at you.

Reminds himself that he has a goal now; take revenge. Looks at you now with almost disgust to make you feel even worse. This is a reflection of his own emotions that very moment. We are supposed to feel exactly what Damien felt. Betrayal, fear, loneliness. An end. The mirror itself is a genius metaphor for this.

He then leaves us. Clearly guided by rage and hatred and you can FEEL that, I get goosebumps just thinking about this. (@markiplier frickin amazing acting, dude!) Anyway, here he makes up his mind to take back control over what is rightfully his. Mark; his own body.

We are then left in darkness, questioning and clueless, sad and quite literally broken. 

Dark’s origin, ladies and gentlemen.

(just my take on this. It’s probably, like, super wrong lmao also sorry for the long post ilyall)


What’s been going on in this house isn’t just some affair. No. No, it isn’t.


Have you ever found yourself wanting a metric ton of DAI music? Have you ever thought to yourself, aw man, DAI’s soundtrack was 15 hours shorter than I wanted it to be? If that sounds like you, then this is a link for you.

I’ve ripped all the music from this game - that is, all the ambient snippets of music that you hear while running around in the world, and all the music that happens in cutscenes - and it turns out there’s 16 hours (1.6 gigs) of it.

(- here’s the download link -)

So if you’ve found yourself wishing you had the heaps of music that never made it to the official soundtrack, you can now roll around in hours of it. 

We're Already Married

So, I am supposed to be working on a chapter of a story and an angsty oneshot. But this fluffy drabble had to be written. It just had to.

               “Draco, we need to talk.” Lucius told his son firmly as he and Narcissa walked into the room.

                “Mhm. Go ahead.” Came the little three-year-old’s distracted voice.

                Lucius rolled his eyes before stepping behind his son and peering down. “What in heaven’s name is that?”

                That had Narcissa circling the table and looking at her son’s face. His tongue was peeking out of his lips, eyes were narrowed in concentration while brows were furrowed and he seemed to be drawing something on a spare piece of parchment. She blinked uncertainly at the pure disaster of scribbles that were everywhere. If it wasn’t supposed to be a ball of rubbish, she honestly had no idea what her son was attempting to draw.

                “It’s Dobby. Can’t you tell?” Draco looked up with a wobbly lip and sad eyes as he pointed across the room to the house elf. As if the thought of it not looking like Dobby was a disaster.

                Lucius looked over for the first time and noted that the elf was in an odd pose with an apple balancing on his forehead.

                At his arched brows, Dobby hurried to explain. “Master Draco asked Dobby to be his muse.”

                “Is that so?” Lucius drawled with a heavy sigh. “Draco, you can’t order Dobby to play with you.”

                “Why not?”  

                Patience was not Lucius’ strong suit. He looked to the ceiling briefly before shaking his head. “We will have this conversation at a later date. There are more important things to discuss.”

                Draco hummed a little before looking up with wide eyes. “Am I in twouble? If so, Dobby did it.”

                A soft surprised noise emitted from the elf and Narcissa couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “No, you aren’t in trouble and don’t blame Dobby for things he didn’t do.”

                “Sowwy.” Draco apologized as he looked down at his hands.

                “Sorry.” Lucius corrected. For some reason, pronouncing R’s were hard for his son.

                Draco’s brows were pinched in confusion. “That’s what I said.”

                “No, you said—” Lucius paused as he decided to let it go. “Nevermind. What I have been trying to tell you is that we have come to discuss a pureblood tradition with you.”

                That had Draco’s expression souring. “No thanks.”

                Narcissa covered her mouth as she tried muffling her laughter. Salazar, she loved her son.

                “Draco.” The hard tone of his voice had his son straightening up and giving him a serious look. Finally.

                “When you come of age, you will be drawn into a marriage contract. This is something that most purebloods do and it is a standing tradition of the Malfoy family.” Lucius shot is wife a look when she crossed her arms. He knew that she didn’t agree and wanted Draco to find his own spouse but that wasn’t the plan.

                “I’m alweady mawried.” Draco interrupted excitedly!

                Lucius blinked rapidly. “You want to run that by me again?”

                “Hawwy asked me to mawwy him today! I said I would if he let me have his pudding. He did!”

                “And who pray tell is Hawwy?” Lucius shuddered at the pronunciation.

                “Hawwy is my best fwriend. He has pwetty eyes and he said I do too! We are mawried.”

                Narcissa smirked at her husband. “You hear that? He’s already married. Looks like that marriage contract is moot.”

                “Narcissa, you can’t possibly—”

                She stood up rapidly, holding out her hand for her son to take. “I can and I will. You want to explain to your son why he can’t marry his best friend? Because if so, you can deal with the aftermath.”

                Draco looked between them rapidly. “But…” His eyes filled with tears. “We alweady mawried.” The sniffle he released had Lucius closing his eyes. “Tomorrow’s the anni- anniver-” He scrunched up his nose as he looked to Narcissa for help.

                “Anniversary?” She offered picking him up and holding him close.

                Draco nodded rapidly as he wiped his eyes. “Yes. I want to give him a gift.”

                Narcissa smiled softly. “How about we go see if we can have one of the house elves cook him something. What kind of desserts does he like?”

                “Tweacle tawrt.”

                Lucius watched his wife and son walk out of the room with a shake of his head. He looked over and noticed that Dobby was still in the same awful pose. “Cease that at once.”

                When the elf let out a noise of relief, Lucius rolled his eyes. “What are the chances that I’ll get my way in the end?”

                He knew that Dobby couldn’t lie to him, so he was interested in hearing the response.

                The *pop* of the elf’s departure was heard and it had Lucius putting his face in his hands. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

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Raise your hopeful voice, you had the choice - you’ve made it now.

To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.2

[pt.1] [p.2] [pt.3 End]

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

The more I thought about him, the more I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. But at the same time, the more I thought about this whole situation, the more I feel as though I was overreacting. He was right, I’m only his girlfriend - we’re not tied down to one another and he can hang with whoever he wants to hang out with. But her. She’s always liked Jungkook even though we’ve been together for this long, she never gave up on him and he knows what feelings she has for him. Do you blame me for being insecure? For being scared of the fact that I might end up losing the man I see my future with because of her? But it’s all too late now, there’s no use in being scared, or insecure because it all happened. Everything he ever assured you of, that they’ll only ever remain as friends, that he won’t do anything to lead her on, that he won’t hurt you like that, all those things he said, they meant nothing because those are all the things he did. 

I hear a knock on my door and I dreaded who stood behind it, but to my pleasant surprise I guess it wasn’t Jungkook.

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Boy was I unprepared for the BfA trailer… I’ve watched this boy up, if not grown up with him. *wipes tear from eye* I would protect Anduin Wrynn with my life