Looking for a housekeeper, eh? Well she’d give him one.
She’d left an application for the job, and tonight was her interview. Of course the Doctor had no idea it was her, and she couldn’t wait to see the surprise on his face. He would not ignore her. If she had to mop around their house a few times a week to see him then that’s what she’d do.
His house was huge. She’d never visited his home for obvious reasons…like his wife. But she was aware of his wealth, and the thought of peeking into his wife’s jewelry box made her jump from excitement.
Before she could get past the stairs however, Mr. Cheshire appeared in front of her. He’d been bothering her more than usual today and it was getting on her nerves.
Jackie: “Blasted cat! What is it now? And don’t try to bully me, I’m very much on edge.” Cheshire: “Puurrfect. When you’re not on edge, you’re taking up too much space.” Jackie: “Get to the point.” Cheshire: “We’re at risk here. You…be on your guard.”
With that he disappeared and she gave his words no thought at all as she knocked a merry tune on the door and waited.
Me: Ugh! I really don’t want to leave my bed today…
*glances at clock on my phone and debates whether or not to stay in bed for the next 100 years*
Me: I guess I’ll go to work today. But I’ll be even more dead inside than usual.
Another little evak moment I have stuck in my head is...
Isak and Even lying in bed one lazy afternoon. Even’s arms are wrapped around his golden haired sweetheart, while Isaks head is literally resting right on his man’s big beautiful heart (which of course belongs to Isak anyway)
and as i’m sure they do in moments like this sometimes, they begin to reflect on everything they have been through, and reveal personal and deep things that they have felt or thought, that they could never tell anyone else but each other.
and during this particular moment Isak reflects on That Night, the night that led him to doubt Even’s feelings for him and to hesitate at running to his side even though that was the only thing he wanted to do. He of course doesn’t tell Even everything Sonja said to him straight out. Because our baby is just not like that. He understands why Sonja said what she said and he just wants to forget about it. But the thing is he lets it slip. Somehow he’s just thinking and Even is talking about how he couldn’t believe that Isak would ever in his wildest dreams, like him back, and suddenly it just comes out.
That Isak thought once that maybe Even’s feelings weren’t ever real and he was just a symptom of his illness. That it had to be true because for Even to love him back was just too good to be true. Even was too good to be true.
Even of course is instantly annoyed at Sonja, but more than anything he is incredibly sad that the boy that means more to him than anything else in the world. The boy who gives him life in many forms, for one moment believed that Even’s feelings were not real. Even though it is too late, the only thing that becomes important to Even in this moment, is to make sure the man of his life never doubts the amount he loves, adores and worships him ever again.
Gently, he brushes his fingertips across Isak’s cheek, and leans down to press a soft kiss against his forehead. Isak looks up at him, his green eyes sending shivers down Even’s spine and once again he wonders how this boy cannot know how deep his love truly is, how much he would do for him, how much he affects him from one look. he continues to gently stroke his beautiful handsome face as he tries to send everything he feels for this boy through his eyes.
he then leans down to Isak’s ear and whispers “The way I feel about you, the things you make me feel; that is the only thing in my entire life that I have been sure about. You are my reason. You are my Life.”
Isak responds by leaning up to wrap his arms around his neck and gently brush his nose against Even’s, before shrugging and saying “yeah you’re okay too I guess.” They both break out in giggles before wrapping themselves up in each other and letting their lips, hands and hearts fit where they belong,
Summary: You decide to watch Jungkook’s basketball practice, and the star player seems a little more distracted today than usual.
Word count: 850 words
The wooden bleachers creaked underneath you as you carefully ascended a few levels. You sat down, setting your heavy backpack beside you. Rummaging through the bag, you were able to locate the book you had been reading for English. You flipped open the book and began reading, only looking up when people began to exit the change-rooms.
The sound of running shoes squeaking against the polished, wooden floors of the gymnasium echoed loudly. The varsity boys basketball team burst out of the change-rooms, laughing and yelling as they went.
Peering over the top of your book, you caught sight of Jungkook. He was your high school’s star athlete. Over the court, Jungkook glanced your way and caught you staring. Giggling, you blew him a kiss.
At this, Jungkook blushed. Even though you had been dating for months, Jungkook still got embarrassed over the smallest things. Still, a big grin spread over his face and he made a show of catching your airborne kiss.
Someone called Jungkook’s name, and he reluctantly turned away. His team was getting ready for practice. The captain, Yoongi, tossed Jungkook a ball and shared a few words with him.
With a small smile, you returned to your book and drowned out the noises of the basketball practice going on around you. Soon, you lost track of time, and you weren’t sure if it was seconds or minutes before someone interrupted you.
“Psst! Y/N!” Jungkook whisper-yelled at you. Startled, you jumped and dropped your book. At the bottom of the bleachers, Jungkook was looking up at you expectantly. “Watch this!”
Jungkook turned on his heel and lifted his basketball above his head. With an expert flick of his wrist, the ball sailed through the air and landed neatly in the basket. A perfect three-pointer.
“That was for you,” Jungkook announced sweetly, turning back to face you.
“Impressive,” you laughed, leaning down to pick up your book.
Jungkook smiled at you, his cute bunny teeth popping into view. Then, he chased after his basketball, which had bounced to the other side of the court. You couldn’t help but grin at your boyfriend, who seemed far too childish to be the team’s star player.
All movement on the court ceased as the coach blew his whistle. He announced the start of a scrimmage, and divided the boys into two teams. Jungkook and Yoongi were the “captains” of the opposing teams.
Soon enough, the game began. Jungkook had won the tip off against Yoongi (he had an unfair height advantage, so that was to be expected). Jungkook and his teammates retreated to their side of the court, the gym silent except for the sound of Jungkook’s dribbling.
Then he charged forwards, easily sidestepping his opponents. Jungkook neared where you were sitting, a focussed expression morphing his features.
Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes darted to you. A silly smile lit up Jungkook’s face when he saw you looking at him. His pace slowed, and in that brief second, Yoongi darted forward and stole the ball from Jungkook.
“Hey!” Jungkook yelled indignantly, rooted to the spot as he watched Yoongi speed down the court.
“Amateur!” Yoongi shouted in reply.
Jungkook turned back to you, his eyes narrowed. “Stop distracting me!” he ordered, pointing a finger accusingly at you.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” you replied cheekily, laughing at Jungkook’s flustered expression. “You know, I was sure you were going to win. But now…”
“Of course I’ll win,” Jungkook huffed, jogging back to his side of the court. His annoyed teammates rolled their eyes at him, one of them even smacking the back of Jungkook’s head.
But in the end, Jungkook’s team did end up winning–barely. He had scored a buzzer-beater three-pointer, finally closing the one point difference. With that, practice was over.
Jungkook sauntered up to the bleachers. Sweat was dripping down the side of his face and his neck, and his hair was slick with the moisture. Somehow, he looked even more attractive like this–especially with the cocky smirk that was tugging at his lips.
“I told you I would win,” Jungkook said, climbing up the bleachers to sit with you. He plopped down, the old wood squeaking in protest.
“When do you not?” you laughed. Jungkook wrapped a sweaty arm around your shoulders, pulling you close despite your protests. “Ew, go change first!”
“I will, but I think I deserve a prize first,” Jungkook decided, looking down at your lips with a suggestive eyebrow-raise.
Rolling your eyes, you tilted your head up and pressed a soft kiss against Jungkook’s lips. You could feel him smiling.
“Get a room!” someone hollered, snickering as they retreated.
Jungkook sighed and pulled away from you. He stood up, stretching his tired muscles, which rippled impressively as he did so.
“I’ll only need a few minutes to change,” Jungkook said as he stepped down onto the next level.
“I’ll be waiting,” you replied, picking up your book, which had been placed on your lap, forgotten, since watching Jungkook would always be the most interesting thing in the world.
- Girl in Luv
I photoshopped a basketball court into JK’s selca because I have nothing better to do with my life…I hope you all enjoyed this imagine! Thanks for requesting 💛
On a different note, any of y'all that take medication for ADHD have time to chat a bit about it?
I am starting some trial meds today and I have a lot curiosity about the whole process and other people’s experiences with it. (Also I am wrestling with the whole imposter syndrome/ over-achiever thing where my brain keeps trying to tell me that if I don’t respond correctly to meds immediately I am doing ADHD *wrong* like a *wrong* person.)
Like. What was your experience with the process of getting on the right meds for you and fine-tuning the dosage? What did it feel like for you when the meds were working vs what did it feel like when they weren’t? What tips or tricks or issues did you encounter? Signs that it might be interacting badly w/ anxiety? Other thoughts?