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  • jaebum would just LOVE this
  • he would love to see you all dressed up in black
  • the panties would be SUPER CHEEKY so whenever you turned around
  • admiring your body up close and from afar
  • he would find every detail incredibly sexy and wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of you
  • “baby doll, we’re going to have a long night which means that you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow”
  • i mean come on look at the cute bow on the panties
  • you’d be teasing him until there’s no tomorrow
  • you two would have a very long night ;)

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Panic: Fred Weasley x Reader Imagine

This is an imagine in which a Ravenclaw Reader who is dating Fred Weasley has a panic attack and he discovers her muggle anxiety medications. It gets fluffy at times as well because why not.

This is not a request but something I wanted to write. I’ve had panic attacks before and they are terrifying. I feel as though I could not portray it accurately, but I did the best I could and used a grounding tactic to bring the reader back into reality.

Warnings: slight language, self destructive thoughts, panic attack

Word count: 1,738


“Not now Fred,” I mutter pushing his head away from my neck.

“But-” he kisses it again “I was only hoping for a bit of fun. A study break?”

“Weasley you better watch it. Mrs. Molly would wash your mouth out with soap.”

He flops down next to me. “You’re pretty when you are trying to ignore me.”

“As much as I appreciate your affections freckle face, I need to study for this exam.”

“You are such a Ravenclaw.” He mutters.

“And you are such a pain in my arse. But I love you anyway.”

With Fred silent and absentmindedly toying with the edge of my quilt I return my attentions to my DADA homework. A grindylow-

My arm is numb. Why is my arm numb? The feeling bleeds up my right arm like ink spilled on parchment. My vision, which has been blurry, becomes tunneled as my lungs forget the taste of air. Why here? Why now? I feel safe with Fred so why can’t I feel my arm?

Shit. Fred. He can’t know. He can’t know. Quick! 5 things I can see: Fred, my quilt, my quill, the DADA book, and a bedpost.
4 things I can feel: this quilt, Fred’s warmth, this scratchy robe, breeze from the open window.
3 things I can hear: chattering from the Ravenclaw common room, my heart, Fred humming
2 things I can smell: Fred’s cologne, fresh ink.
1 thing I can taste: metal. Blood. Great. I’ve bitten my tongue.

He looks at me. “Love?” Concern is in his voice, “are you okay?!?”

I’m shaking violently but feeling and vision have returned. “I-I”

“Hey it’s going to be okay. Do I need to go get George? Should I take you to Madam Pomfrey?”

“N-n-n” words fail me.

“It’s okay, come here.” He sits up and pulls me into his chest. “I’m here. I’m right here. Shhhh.” Salty tears flood down my cheeks. I didn’t want him to know. He’s going to hate me. As soon as he sees how weak I am he’s going to break up with me. I never deserved him in the first place. I should have left before now. His black shirt is now damp with my tears and I let him hold me as I quiver. I feel exhausted. I feel horrible. Wretched. Undeserving. I couldn’t keep my cool in my dorm alone with my boyfriend reviewing for a test in my favorite subject. I’m a failure. Malfoy was right.

“Take a deep breath love. It’s all going to be alright.” The pads of his thumbs rub reassuring circles on my arms.

It takes half an hour before I finally stop shaking. “I’m sorry Fred.”

“For what?”

“That. I should have told you. I shouldn’t have thought that I-”

“What was it?” He looks genuinely concerned.

“That was a panic attack. I have some mental health issues and I’ve been on meds for them. That’s what my owl is always bringing and I- I still get panic attacks sometimes and they don’t make sense and I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to deal with those. I’m sorry I’m weak, if you want to leave me I understand. I didn’t deserve you in the first place. You only deserve the best, not damaged baggage like myself.”

He stares at me in silence for a moment. “You shouldn’t say things like that you know. You are a very strong girl. I’m sorry you didn’t tell me sooner, I could have been there for you all this time. There’s no shame in that. You might have damaged baggage but have you met my family?” He chuckles tenderly, “you fit right in. Everyone has something they carry with them.”

“Don’t talk about your family like that. You are all lovely people… except for Percy. I still vote he should shove that shiny head boy badge up his bum.”

“You know I love you right?” His russet colored eyes twinkle holding me closer.

“I know that I love you.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I find it hard to believe but yes.”

“I’m not leaving. Not that easily. Believe it.” His usual lighthearted demeanor has vanished. I rest on his chest in silence listening to his heartbeat. “That’s all the proof you need.”

“What?” I murmur.

“You hear that heartbeat?”


“That’s all the proof you need that I love you. That’s for you.”

“You best be careful saying things like that Weasley.”


“You might make me believe you.”


The remainder of the afternoon passes lazily, after my episode I am extremely tired, so I decide to take a nap for a while. Fred and I squeeze together on the tiny, four-poster, single bed and I play with his long ginger hair as he repeatedly tells me to close my eyes and sleep. I eventually do, and despite the fears I had about him leaving, he still lays beside me when I awake.

“Hey there sleepyhead,” he smiles warmly.

“Hey Freddie.“ I can’t help but smile slightly at his sleepy voice. It’s apparent that he fell asleep at some point as well.

“Why are you grinning so big?”

“You didn’t leave.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not like our all powerful Head-Boy Percy.”

“We really shouldn’t give him such a hard time,” I mumble trying to untangle my legs from Fred’s. “What time is it?”

“Time for us to go back to sleep,” he smirks cheekily placing his arm back around me.

“Bloody hell! It’s almost time for supper. We can’t miss it! You aren’t supposed to be up here and if anyone comes looking …”

“Wow, you’ve got a mouth on you. Better watch out or my mother will wash that out with soap.”

“We cant survive without food.”

“But we do have food from the joke sho-”

“Not falling for that again,” I say sternly. Fred has lately established a tendency to make me try new products without warning me of their effects. This generally before potions so I can get out of dealing with Snape, which is better than before lunch, but it still is rather annoying.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go down then. You might want to brush your hair though. You don’t want anyone calling you the ‘Ratty Ravenclaw.’”

“Oh hush.” I straighten my robes and quickly brush my hair before following Fred down to the great hall. When we walk in, the noise instantly makes me tremble.

“You okay love?”

“I’m fine,” I lie. I’m still a bit shaken from earlier and forgot to take my prescription before walking down the stairs. I’ll be okay, but everything is a bit overwhelming making it a little hard to breathe. He looks at me a bit concerned as I split off towards Ravenclaw table, but he sits next to George rather quickly after.

For the duration of dinner they whisper back and forth scratching notes down on a piece of parchment they borrowed from Hermione, glancing my direction from time to time as I eat in silence. They didn’t do their usual jokes or switching places to try to fool me and I’m borderline concerned. I leave before supper ends and straighten up my room. I decide to go to bed, as I’m exhausted and unsure of what to do. Studying at this point would be futile, besides I don’t want to be reminded of this afternoon’s events. I climb under covers and pull them up to my nose, rolling onto my side to face the bed next to mine. My old quilt still vaguely has traces of Fred’s cologne. Remembering his promise I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.


For the entire next day I do not see Fred or even George for that matter. After taking my DADA test I return to Ravenclaw Tower. Even though I did remember my meds this morning I still feel a little shaky and worry is clawing at the corners of the false sense of security they gave me. As I walk through the door to my dorm I see two ginger haired boys sitting on my bed.

“Fred? George?”

“Hello, love,” they chime in unison looking sleep deprived and a bit too happy.

“Two questions. 1: How did you get in here? 2: Why do you look like you had no sleep?”

“1: We had a little help from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs,” chirps George.

“2: It’s because we didn’t,” states Fred.

“And before you ask, 3: We are here because we have something for you,” they say together.

“You guys have to stop doing that. It gets freaky after a while.” I feel extremely awkward but wedge myself onto the bed in the space between them.

“So don’t kill Freddie here, but he told me about yesterday.” George looks a bit scared for his brother as I glare at him. “I promise it’s for a good cause and I won’t tell a soul.” Fred nods in agreement. “Do you want to tell her?” He nods again.

“See, we thought about it last night during supper. We noticed you shut down again in the crowd, and I remembered your muggle meds. You can’t have those with you everywhere, so introducing …” Fred pulls a small blue candy out of his pocket “… Weasley’s Blues Be Gone Panic Banishing Tranquility Taffy!”

My eyes water up, “Are you serious?”

“As the plague,” they both say crossing their hearts.

“Thank you so much.” I hug George quickly and then practically tackle Fred.

“Easy there tiger, I still need my brother for the joke shop.” George laughs. “I’ll leave you two alone.” With that he heads out of my dorm, likely to some secret passage.

“You didn’t have to do all that Fred.”

“I know, but I wanted to. I did some research in the library before it closed and stayed up trying to perfect it. I can’t do anything for you other than be here, and there are times when I can’t even do that thanks to courses and Snape’s detentions, so hopefully those will help.”

“You never serve Snape’s detentions,” I laugh. “But I appreciate this more than you know. What did I do to deserve someone like you?”

“I’m not sure, you’re a horrible person,” Fred feigns pushing me away.

“Oh shut up,” I giggle hitting his arm lightly.

“I still love you though. You aren’t bad for a Ravenclaw.”

“I love you too Freddie.”

#23: You hear his girlfriend saying she's only dating him for fame *LASHTON*


Luke’s girlfriend. You hated her. So much. Acacia. You hated her so much. She was a bitch to everyone, even the boys. She always hated you from the start. You were all nice to her, until she gave you a bitchy look and called you names. She’s only nice to Luke. Giving him the flirts, kissing him in public, made you sick. You and her were at Luke’s house, because Luke invited you two. You saw Acacia. She gave you a snobby look and smirked. “Look it’s Y/N! Great,” she rolled her eyes. “Shut up Acacia,” you said. “Do you actually think I like Luke and care about him?” she smirked. You stood up.

“What?!” you yelled, standing up. “I don’t actually like him. I just impressed him and he fell for me. Not you. And.. I was using him for fame,” she laughed. You couldn’t believe it. You glared at her. “You sick little shit,” you growled. “What did you say?” she walked to you closer.

“I can’t believe you. Being bitchy to the boys and LUKE?! Wow! If I was dating Luke, I wouldn’t be all fake. I would be myself. I would love the boys because I care about them! I would actually like Luke! Because I love him and care for him. But you? No. Miss all fake. Not liking Luke. Not liking anybody. I cant believe you. I actually care about Luke! I even have a crush on him!” you yelled. “Well too bad because he chose me!” she smirked. “Well too bad! We’re breaking up,” you and Acacia heard Luke and turned around. “L-Luke Babe! I-”  

“I heard everything,” he rolled his eyes and walked to your side. She turned around. “I actually like Y/N. And I care for her. I can’t date someone who is all fake and hate the boys and everyone else. ESPECIALLY Y/N!” he yelled. Luke grabbed your chin and kissed your lips. “Whatever! You two enjoy yourselves,” she growled and left. Luke broke the kiss. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know..” he frowned. “Did you actually like her?” you asked. “Maybe a little, but I knew she was using me after two weeks..”  he sighed. “I actually like you. You’re better than her and I feel comfortable around you. You love the boys, you’re nice,  and I love you..” Luke smiled. You kissed his lips. “I love you too Luke," 


Ashton’s girlfriend was nice.. Not really. She didn’t seem to like the boys and she was all mean to Ashton. She sat next to you on the couch. "Ugh what are you doing here?” she asked all snobby. “You know you don’t have to be mean to Ashton and everybody else,” you growled at her. “Well I don’t like him! I’m justing using him for fame. I don’t even fucking like his music or band,” she said.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” you yelled standing up. “I love the bands music! EVERY SINGLE ONE. HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE ASHTON?! He’s adorable, cute, nice, and lovable! He was nice to you, but you were a bitch to him. He loves you! But you use him for fame. I’m sick of you. I actually love and care for Ashton! I’m not mean to his mates or anybody! But you just make me sick,” you glared at her. “He’s mine. Just face it. He won’t ever know that I’m using him,” she smirked. “I just did now,” you heard Ashton’s voice. She turned around. “A-Ashton!” she said. “Just get out of here. We’re over,” he growled and she rolled her eyes and left.

“D-Did you hear all of that?” you asked. “Yeah.. And I really liked you, not her,” he said. He stepped closer to you and kissed your lips softly. “I really love you Y/N. I didn’t like her. I just- you make me feel happy and she just makes me all angry and annoyed. She always complains, but you don’t. I-I need you in my life. I really do… So, can we just go out sometime?” he asked. You sighed and looked at him. “I really like you too Ashton. And yes we can,” you giggled. He smiled and kissed your lips again. You were all his now

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Request: When Mark sees you at church again and the two of you are exes

“Hey did you hear?” your best friend Amy nudged you, “Mark’s back in town”

Raising an eyebrow you looked at her, “Really?”

“Yah, his parents went to pick him up from the airport two days ago and he came with one of his bandmates..I’m not sure what his name is…he has really light hair.” she said nodding.

JB  You thought to yourself. “How do you…” you started but realized, “Right, the two of you are neighbors”

“Exactly, and might I say Mimi, he looks superfine” she said  with a smirk, “He’s really changed over the last four years.”

You looked at her, “Really now”

“Mhm” she said looking at her nails, “And from what I heard from Tommy and the guys,  he’s still single”

“Yah, that’s cause he and I broke up at the end of tenth grade year no? He’s probably been focused on training, you know he’s part of GOT7 now”

Yup, you had dated Mark Tuan for about two years, from the summer of ninth grade to the day he left in the middle of tenth grade. The day at the airport still played clearly in your head. You had left him standing at the gate, the necklace he had given you on your one month together in his hands as you ran away with tears streaming down your face.

“Still, you did leave him at the airport without a word…” she nudged you, “I bet he still has feelings for you” her eyes narrowed, “Don’t deny you still have feelings for Mark either cause I know you, and you totally regret that day”

Amy knew you too well, of course you weren’t exactly over Mark. It’s been four years though, a lot has changed and you were a hospitality student studying at UCLA and on the verge of graduating and you were sure Mark changed just as much being an idol as such.

“I’m pretty sure he found someone in Korea while he was training and he’s happy” you said sighing. “Plus, in reality its been four years, more or less, we’re two different people now.”

“Woman, did you not hear me say, he’s still single?” SINGLE!“ she yelled quietly.

"You don’t know that” you whispered to her.

“The ring” she deadpanned taking out her phone and showed you a picture, “The ring you got him when you two were celebrating six months together, he never takes it off”

The picture was of him and his members, the ring that you gave him still sitting on his right hand ring finger.

“If he was dating someone, I highly doubt he’d be wearing that ring” she looked at you and sighed, “I heard he was coming to service with the guys today, they should be here any minute now and I told them we’d save them seats so just…try to talk to him later okay? Maybe at the youth event or something. Remember you’re performing”

You stayed quiet, your mind working. He never took off the ring…and yet you gave him back the necklace…why didn’t he take off the ring? Didn’t he know that the ring could cause scandals?

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Luke: *stares, starts laughing* wow

Me: I think I should be in a band

Luke: I think you should

Me: im going to be in this stupid band named 5sos

Luke: they sound like they cant play at all

Me: I know right, but im stealing this one guys spot his name is huke lemmings

Luke: aw sucks for him

Me: im too good for them but they begged me to join

Luke: oh did they?

Me: *smirks* yep and might I say the bass player is pretty hot

Luke: *laughs and cuddles* aren’t I hotter tho?! *pouts*

Me: whdhhwkkdjwbdn with that pout yes

 why couldnt you have take that camera a little further down bc what the fuck is harry doing with his left hand tell me wtf he’s doing wtf??  niall looks slightly uncomfortable but still smirks like a fuckin little shit and wow look at how he looks at harry before so called guys starts doing whatever the fuck i cant figure out he’s doing but i’m sure it was really nasty and he enjoyed it i mean look at his fuckin smile afterwards 
look at how he tries to cover it up by acting normal and fuckin waving at someone but wow what an asshole harry smirk and then we have niall softly nudging him and then stroking him wtf is this some kind of a kitty game or what i’m mad wtf this gif is full off questions please someone tell me what’s happenin here? 


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“Luke… Are we there yet?”

“Patience babe, almost.” His voice called out in front of you as he help your hand tightly, guiding you along the way. Your face covered by a blind fold to keep his ‘surprise’. It felt nice to be treated so well by your punk boyfriend, he really did have a heart of gold under than inked skin. Take his lips, pierced so cool with a lip ring but soft and gentle when touching yours.

“Luke? Your not going to kill me are you? Throw me in a ditch?” You joked, breaking the silence with his chuckles. Oh Mr Hemmings so casual not realising the effect he had.

A small creek came from in front as the small dimness of light you could make out through the material over your eyes not faded into blackness.
His body moving closer as his hands now pulled you into only what you could describe as a room or…cupboard?! You couldn’t help but smirk thinking of how cheeky he was. It all made sense now, you were going back there, to the place you first met or well… Got to know each other. Now it made sense of why you were going home for the week and why you swore you could smell canteen food when you first entered the building.

“Okay babe, we’re here.” He whispered and a smile creeped upon your fave as you reached behind to undo the blindfold. Falling of your face he caught it in his hands, standing back you were face to face with that exact cupboard space. The small suffocating janitors locker was the same as you remembered and you felt like you were back that very day but the attractive Mr Hemmings you dreamed of in front of you was really yours this time.


“Wait…here.” His hand flipped a switch on the wall and the room lit with fairy lights, the small but effective addition made the space beautiful, like a perfect cosy world with only you and Luke, encased with sparkly little lights.

“Wow…i cant believe you brought me here.”

“I could never forget this place, my dreams came true in this room.” Raising an eyebrow he smirked at you cheekily.

“What of fucking me huh Hemmings?”

“Noooo of actually being with you, and six months later here we are still together. But only i feel like I’ve known you forever… Sometimes i think about it, just like you. I tell you not to overthink but i do it myself. I wonder what it would be like if i had never spoken to you that day. Where would we be? Where would i be? Truth is i don’t ever want to find out. And i think, how you love me just like i love you, and how amazing that is. And after everything its like nothing can tare us apart and nothing will. Never did i think once about leaving, when i had to go on tour and leave you behind it broke me up. We had only been together a few weeks but i loved you right from the start because even then i couldn’t spend one day without you. I was hooked from day one. I love you so much, maybe the way you flared your nostrils or pouted those lips that first day in the park. Or it could be the fact you wore that Blink top to school or that you support the band and believe in what i do. Maybe the times i helped you study for hours and when i played guitar to you. Maybe the day you met the guys and it was perfect, like you had known one another for years. Or the way you fit with me like my missing piece, the day i came back and y heart lifted at only the sight of your face. Maybe the way you held onto me so tight making me feel so loved myself. Or maybe its that your a cheeky little thing who wants it just as bad as i do. Or the fact you waited almost 4 months for that first date. All i know is I’m totally in love with you, every part of you and right now your proving your theory of me being a teddy bear under these tats because i cant quite believe what im about to do…”

“Luke..!” Your heart was pounding, tears in the corners of your eyes with his words. Oh his sweet words, the way his eyes glittered in the soft light as he spoke and how he was steady, rushing slightly as he became more nervous. He had brought you here for a reason deeper than 'just cause’. His tall body lowered as he sunk down, your eyes following as one knee hit the floor and his hand dipped into the pocket of his leather jacket.

You were frozen as he revealed that box that all little girls dream about.

“Y/N Y/LN i don’t know where to start because im completely blagging this, but i love you so much and even though we’re are 18 years old and totally stupid. I know that when I’m 80 and grey your still the one i want waiting as i hobble off the stage with my beat up guitar and Mikey in a zimmer.

"Will you marry me?”

“Are you fucking crazy?!…Of course i will!!” Your body fell on top of his as 3 boys pushed the door open and you were sent into Luke’s arms. Fits of laugher sailed through the small space before silence broke.


“Yeah, i will.” You swore the screams of Michael and giggle of Ashton could probably of been heard a mile off but in that moment you couldn’t have cared about anything less. Being pulled away from Luke Calum threw you over his shoulder, leaving the cupboard to spin you around in the hallway. The laugher following with Michael jumping on Luke, teasing him for being all soppy and Ashton defending his younger bandmate/best mate/brother. Your face couldn’t hold back the smiles, your heart beating faster, head spinning slightly.

“Wait wait wait..” Michael called causing you all to stop and listen.

“You know what would be cool, we could all be bridesmaids!”

“Well well well, Mr Clifford i see you have matured?” Our heads turned to see one of the teachers raising an eyebrow at Michaels suggestion before laugher erupted once again.

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you get a tattoo and he's mad about it bc you're so perf without it or he gets it and it's like your name or somethin like it's just someone's not happy with the other getting a tattoo :-)


so with calum he’d have gotten something like your initials on the inside of his elbow (like where the bicep attaches to the forearm) and he’d come home all smley and you’d be like “what did you do?” and he pulls away the bandage and you see it and at first your speechless and cal thinks its a good speechless but then you say “why?” and cal’s face drops and he just ggoes “bc i love you” and that softens your heart and calum is still kinda hurrt by your reaction, so you hug him and just say “well i just dont want you to regret a tattoo you got for me” and calum just smiles and awe that was cute

michael would be all for you getting a tattoo, so you were sure that he would be estatic when you come home with a dream catcher on your ribcage bc it was something you’ve always wanted, and sure it hurt like a bitch, but it was so worth it. so when you show michael, his face isnt what you expected, and you’re worried instantly, asking “whats wrong? you dont like it?” and michael just kinda brisks his fingers along your ribcage and muttters “its really big” and you give him a “no shit” look and he just smiles and says, “i’ll get used to it when i see you naked” and bam theres the mikey you know and love

i dont think luke would get a tattoo even though i really want him too like how hhot would that be like dont lie to yourself  but you’ve alwys wanted one, so you finally went out and got your favourite quote down the inside of your forearm and it turned out really well so when luke came back from the studio that night, you showed it to him, and he doesnt say a word, which worries you, and he finally says, “what if you dont like that quote in 3 years” and yeah, its something you considered, but it had meaning to you so you were positive that you would still relate to it in a couple years, and luke sees your face, and he quickly explains himself saying “i’m sorry, it looks super cool, i’m just being sensible”

okay first of all, ashton with a tattoo? heaven. okay well he would have gotten the date you two met, the date of your first date, and the date you twwo moved in, going down on his ribcage, and he was planning on adding more dates when they happen, and he’s so excited when he comes home (bless his soul) and you would look at it and first think “how many dates is he gonna fit on his torso” and he’s explaining his idea, and you just plain out say “what if we dont make it? then those are just stupid” and ashton just has this smirk, and ppulls the bandage completly off and there’s that day’s date and you’re like “whats that for?” and he gets down on one knee and says “the day i ask you to marry me” and WOW OKAY I CANT KEEP GOING IT WILL HURT ME PHYSICALLY