niall james horan, b. sept 13th 1993 in mullingar westmeath ireland who rose to fame by coming in 3rd on the british talent reality show the x factor in 2010 along with a rag-tag group of boys who then went on to completely take over the music industry and become the most well-known and celebrated boy band in the entire world, has never and will never let me down. im so proud.

how the RFA members would react to mc being addicted to videogames
AN : no one requested this but i had a few ideas^^

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  • he’s super happy like
  • you’d end up just spending evenings playing games together and he’d be super happy
  • He probably ditches his online friends to join a team with you on LOLOL and challenge literally e v e r y o n e
  • (ง'̀-‘́)ง come @ me now
  • RFA members don’t hear from you from days at a time
  • Luciel literally has to log on to LOLOL to see if yoosung is alive
  • “yep.. they’re alive”
  • you’d be on the phone to one of the members and yoosung starts screaming at the screen
  • you’d realise what was happening and yell too
  • you just hear a sigh from the other end and a click
  • “huh they hung up”


  • she’d probably just sigh at first
  • probably try convince you to play less
  • but she’d love watching you play secretly
  • you’d convince her to play once
  • “how do you -
  • wait
  • am I dead?”
  • tries again and does a little better
  • she doesn’t end up liking video games that much
  • but she sometimes ends up playing along (rarely)
  • whenever she did play she beat up the men in suits pretty badly?
  • “jaehee what’s the reas-”
  • “nOPE”


  • i’ll fight you if you think jumin like videogames
  • jahee revealed that he had 2 consoles in his room
  • so when he finds you playing he’d probably smile to himself
  • and curiously watch you
  • maybe even give you tips?
  • finds it adorable when you lose and pout
  • one day he sits next to you and plays without making eye contact with you
  • then you find out how good he is
  • like REALLY good
  • ends up attacking zen whenever he’s online
  • probably proper smug
  • “the trick is to - why is this woman attacking me wth?”
  • his pride is HURT
  • “jahee I need to have a word.”


  • he’s probably played before but is confused as to why you’re so addicted?
  • creates a character than looks JUST like him
  • “do they have a hairstyle where the pony tail is slight-”
  • “just shut up and play”
  • sigh
  • he’s probably a good player
  • “how can they beat up someone as good looking as m- jumin?”
  • sulks because he can’t win over jumin
  • ends up being more interested in you instead
  • “mc… can’t you just play with me insteaad?”
  • so you end up playing
  • ;)


  • very similar to yoosung with his reaction and the screaming thing
  • have LOTS battles
  • but unlike yoosung it’s against eachother
  • “ I am the defender of justice!” ;;
  • “but you’ve killed me like 12 times”
  • “…about that”
  • you realise that you die really quickly and you’re like
  • 01100010 01101001 01110100 01100011 01101000 ????
  • but then you realise he hacked the game and he automatically wins
  • so you message him in the gc
  • “i know what you’ve done and you’re DEAD”
  • *chorus of oohs from the chat*
  • he fights back with “not as dead as you were a few minutes ago”
  • then you chase him around the house
  • bonus: probably have yoosung messaging you in private asking if he can join you guys since you’re both number 1 in group battles and you both say yes but end up killing yoosung oops
- fourteen -

“I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.”

I awoke early one morning, a month after the whole Rori debacle, in a light sweat, my head pounding as I slapped my hand to my stomach. Sitting myself up in bed, something just didn’t seem right, this weird nagging ache that was curling in my stomach and settling uneasy in my chest. Knitting my brows, I shot my stare over to Niall, still sound asleep next to me, and I scraped my teeth along my dry bottom lip as I drifted my stare down the length of his body. I didn’t like this feeling. It was so intense, bubbling its way up my throat, that it almost made me want to throw up.

Tugging at the material of his t-shirt that was bunched up around my waist, I swallowed down the sick feeling that was swirling in my throat and shook it off. I tossed my hair over in my hand as I slid my bottom back down under the covers and laid down on my side. Curling my knees up to my chest, I let my eyes fall closed as I tried to fall back asleep.

Something wasn’t right.

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  • *the garden, Mummy & Daddy's*
  • Molly: *examining the buffet table*
  • Sherrinford: *slides up beside her; puts on a mocking voice* What are you thinking, the pork or the pasta?
  • Molly: *looks up; smiles* Oh, hey. Your mum keeps asking me when we're getting married!
  • Sherrinford: Mmm, she was a mathematician. Knows what adds up.
  • Molly: *chuckles* Very funny. Anyway, I told her it's not like that. Now she's trying to fix me up with Sherrinford.
  • Sherrinford: *smirks*
  • Molly: *eyes wide* You...are Sherrinford, aren't you?
  • Sherrinford: *extends his hand* Guilty as charged, Molly Hooper.
  • Molly: *blushing* Oh God. Sorry, hi. You look like- I mean, Sherlock never mentioned he had a twin brother
  • Sherrinford: Hmm, it doesn't really come under his favourite subject *pauses* himself.
  • Molly: *giggles*
  • Sherrinford: *grins* Or you.
  • Molly: *confused* Huh?
  • Sherlock: *hurries over to them, almost spilling his drinks; almost nervous* What are you talking about?
  • Sherrinford: *winks at Molly* Ears burning...
  • Molly: *giggles*
  • Sherlock: *annoyed* Sherrinford!
  • Sherrinford: *rolls his eyes* If you must know, I was about to tell Molly Hooper - pathologist, brainy, single, cat lady, sexy as hell *turns to Molly* sorry, I'm paraphrasing but that's the jist *back to Sherlock; slowly* that you fancy her *smug*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherrinford: For me? *nicks one of Sherlock's drinks* bonsoir, brother dear *leaves*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* I-I don't fancy you. It's a...deep affetion *stares into his remaining glass* I love you.
  • Molly: *holds his free hand, smiling* I love you too.
  • Sherlock: *smiles*
Meant to Be ll Cora and Emma

It had truly come out of nowhere. One moment, she’d been fine. Sure, she had just gotten sucked through a hat portal, taken prisoner, and thrown into an underground cell, but not even all of those combined prepared her for meeting Regina’s mother. 

The feelings that the brunette always stirred within her were instant, and she found herself handing on every word she said, believing her full-heartedly until Snow had placed herself between them. And that was how it always seemed to go; every time that she would finally be able to come face to face with the other woman, someone would come to ruin it, but that only made her want to be there more.

She nearly didn’t jump back into the portal with her mother, in fact, she’d had no plans of leaving the brunette behind at all, but Snow had quickly grabbed ahold of her arm to drag her in… and she hadn’t had a choice but to go back and wait for the time that she would be able to find a way to get back to her. It was a craving that took over her the moment she woke up until the moment she slept again, a need to just see Cora again despite everything that had happened, but even the first moment that she saw her in Storybrooke didn’t quench it. 

“Hello?” Emma called out, finally, after waiting for days to get her parents out of her hair for a couple hours and even more to make sure that Regina would be out of the house, leaving only the woman that had been on the front of her brain every waking moment since they’d met. “C-Cora?” She called quieter, looking around her quickly to see if anyone was watching her, though she couldn’t care less if they were.