#amuseable farfalle

[jellycatsdaily]

Jellycat of the Day | 21st November 2023

↳ Amuseable Farfalle | 2022 Retired Design

"Un piccolo amico comico!"

[necroneos]

@theclockworkkid/@theclockworkkidart

Greetings from another fan of your amusing self-insert Farfalle

I was bored so I decided to draw them and my self-insert Viola together teehee

Farfalle can't grasp how a guy like Formaggio (playboy, doesn't have committed romantic relationships) suddenly has a girlfriend LMAO

EDIT: I think @neongalaxyfae and I can agree that these two meeting and seeing each other's stands would be amusing. A sinnamon roll (Viola) that can manipulate non-living matter and change it into something else and a chaotic goof that can shape shift as a result of stand manipulation (Farfalle)

[blubushie]

23. preferred pasta noodle. go

FETTUCCINE. I FUCKING LOVE FETTUCCINE OH MY GOD. But also farfalle. I grew up eating farfalle and would bite them into butterfly shapes as a kid. I had to do this with every fucking piece or I could not eat it. I would then pretend to be a bird and eat it. My mum thought this was very amusing. My father just wished I'd stop playing with my food.

[be-lie-versneverdie]

AMUSEABLE FARFALLE IS 100% FUCKING CORRECT HE IS MY BOY FOREVA

hes so fucking awesome

[jellycatfriends]

amuseable ravioli and amuseable farfalle by jellycat

[pantoneyoongi]

see you with her

title ; see you with her  guess i should stop thinking about you all the time

notes ; 

part of the till the night is over drabble series. drabbles are not released in chronological order, but the masterlist is set up as chronologically as possible. :) 

title is from tori kelly’s “all in my head”

for any readers who are following along by release order (and not via the masterlist / chronological), please note this one happens well before the last release from tuesday!! ^^

word count ; 3.1k

tags ; drinking, jungkook having borderline offensive tastes in pasta (but like just for the funsies), a bit of fluff this time, taehyung is a sweetheart for real, hints of jealous kook!!, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

“you know tomorrow’s still a school day, right?” 

jihyo stares at sana, who is tipping back a concerningly large amount of alcohol. sana, seated on the floor of her dorm, slams the empty cup onto the ground, grinning widely back. 

“i,” she throws her arm out in a grand sweeping gesture. “don’t have lecture tomorrow. professor canceled.” 

yerin leans close to you. “so what’s jeongyeon’s excuse?” 

jeongyeon is tipping back shots like she has a second liver. quite frankly you’re just impressed sana and jeongyeon managed to hide this much liquor in their dorm room without alerting the ra, but you make a couple of vague noises before looking back at your friend and shrugging. “beats me.” 

your phone alerts you with a text from jungkook signaling he’s outside, so you clamber up to open the door for him, only to be met with a faceful of his chest as he immediately swings his arm over you, tugging you back into the room. “hello,” he sings, as you stumble backwards, barely managing to shut the door and lock it before he’s dragging you further into sana and jeongyeon’s tiny little dorm. 

he smells like fresh laundry, with just a hint of peaches. the cotton of his hoodie feels incredibly soft against your cheek, and you shouldn’t lean into him, but you can’t help it. he smells good and he feels warm and you don’t want to pull away. 

“you guys started without me?” he laughs, when he sees the flush of pink across your friends’ faces, the way sana’s eyes are already starting to glaze over a little. you turn to look at him as he speaks. you should regret it immediately, but you don’t ever really think straight around jungkook, not when his weight is pressed comfortably against you like this. you forget how tired you are of him, how angry you are all the time, how you should throw his arm off your shoulder and remind him again that he has a girlfriend and that he can’t keep touching you like you’re his and he’s yours. 

but he’s smiling, bunny teeth poking out, doe eyes sparkling in amusement, and your whole world stops for just a moment, enchanted by the way he surrounds you wholly. 

the moment is interrupted violently by sana launching a pillow straight into jungkook’s face. 

sana, for the amount of alcohol she’s already consumed, has strikingly good aim. it’s kind of a running joke - a sober sana can’t aim to save her life, but a drunk one? astounding accuracy. 

jungkook, infuriatingly so, manages to swipe it out of his way before it can hit him square in the face. “hey,” he complains. “what was that for?” 

“you hey,” sana retorts childishly. “get your hands off y/n. you have a girlfriend now.”

jungkook shrugs. his palm brushes across the span of your shoulder before he fully lets you go. sana narrows her eyes but you pretend not to notice his lingering touch, moving to sit back down next to yerin. 

the group devolves into their usual nonsense - sana (very drunk) and jungkook (very sober) bicker over the superior shapes of pasta while jeongyeon falls asleep in yerin’s lap. jihyo sighs at the way jungkook purposefully prods at sana, who goes off on a tirade about how rotini is leagues better than farfalle (she’s right) but jungkook simply shrugs and says farfalle is shaped like cute little bows and therefore is better. 

you’re about ready to doze off yourself, idly watching whatever sana and jeongyeon have playing on their tv, when sana suddenly shouts. jeongyeon’s head shoots up and narrowly avoids smacking yerin in the face, shocked awake. 

“what, what?” yerin pingpongs between every person in the room, trying to figure out what the cause of the ruckus is. 

sana points at you. “who’s taehyung?” 

you feel every person in the room’s eyes land on you. but your eyes immediately snap to jungkook, while everyone else is shifting and waiting for your answer curiously. jungkook raises his eyebrows back at you. you look away first, eyes darting around the room. jeongyeon is wide awake now, jihyo straightened up from her place on sana’s bed. 

you groan, throwing yourself backwards onto the floor, sprawling out in the limited space. “he’s just a friend,” you drag out the syllables, voice raising louder to drown out the immediate overlapping shouting from your friends. you swear sana and jeongyeon are about to get a noise complaint down to the ra. 

“just a friend,” jungkook’s voice carries through the noise. “i’m surprised you never brought him up, though.” 

you lean up on your elbows. you wonder if you’re just imagining it - the jealous undertone, the way he stares back at you like he’s waiting for you to make your move. daring you to promise everyone that taehyung really is just a friend. 

you don’t want to play this game. you push up into a proper sitting position, leaning back a little to prop yourself up on your palms. “i forgot,” you shrug carelessly. the room is eerily quiet after all the hubbub from before. you match jungkook’s gaze levelly when you say, “i’ll admit he’s cute, though.” 

jungkook tenses, and you hate it. he brings out the worst in you when he’s like this, but all of it is instantly buried under the avalanche of questions your friends have for you after that particular confession. you so rarely have an interest in other people - people who aren’t jungkook - so everyone wants to know. what’s he look like? what’s his major? where’d you meet? 

“just bring him to the festival next weekend,” jungkook chimes in casually. “i’ll bring jisoo. you can all meet her.” 

just like that, jungkook knocks you back into place, reminding you of where you stand. there’s no way jungkook could ever be jealous of taehyung - jungkook has a girlfriend, for god’s sake. you must’ve imagined it all - the careful way he framed his words, the edge to his voice, the flash of displeasure when you called taehyung cute. 

taehyung, who by all means, genuinely is just a friend, even if he is unbearably hot and oddly attentive. 

a friend, also, that you now have to find a way to invite to meet all of your other friends without sounding weird about it. fuck. 

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you’ll chalk this one up to taehyung’s friendly nature. he agrees readily to joining you at the festival - doesn’t even bat an eye at the question, even suggests going together with his friends instead of struggling to find each other there somehow. which would explain why you’re treading across the grass now with four boys in tow, trying not to reveal how painfully awkward you actually are. curse taehyung and his ever-charming grin, he’s the one who got you into this shit. can’t he tell by now how generally averse you are to social situations? 

to make matters worse, his friends are just as devastatingly handsome as he is. jimin had greeted you with a sweet smile (then promptly enveloped you in a hug, and yeah, okay, he smells really good) and hoseok had simply not stopped talking since you met him. only yoongi is relatively quiet, looking just as aggrieved to be here as you feel. 

“yoongi lost a bet,” taehyung whispers in your ear, while hoseok is still telling an extravagant story about… well, you’re actually not sure what about. “we had to force him to come here this early.” 

“i’m a senior,” yoongi gripes, having overheard him. “what could they possibly do that is new this year?” 

“come on now,” hoseok pauses mid-story to enter this conversation with ease. “this is to celebrate our pride and joy for the university, yoongi.” 

you’re not really sure if he means it or if he’s being sarcastic. but the glare yoongi gives him makes you snicker, while jimin throws an arm around both of them. “this is to prepare to get wasted later,” he declares, and jimin looks like the kind of guy who would pass out after approximately two drinks but you get the feeling he can really tank them. you haven’t decided yet whether or not that’s concerning. 

“besides,” hoseok prods yoongi with a finger. “you have to come watch me dance.” 

taehyung had informed you earlier that hoseok is apparently a part of the dance crew performing later, and yoongi is apparently a very good friend, or at least good enough to haul himself out of bed just in time to watch hoseok perform with his crew every year before ambling back home. so it’s just in line with what you know about his friends when yoongi looks like he’s about to acquiesce, only for jimin to give him a wicked grin. “and you lost the bet.” 

yoongi lets out the longest, most tired sigh you’ve ever heard a person make, and you decide you and him are gonna get along quite well. 

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jimin drags yoongi off in the direction of soft pretzels while hoseok heads off to join his dance crew, leaving you and taehyung to wander around for a bit, searching for your friends. you get distracted along the way - since it’s your freshman year, it’s the first time you’ve attended the festival. taehyung attended last year, so he grins widely when your eyes light up at the sight of puppies, a surprised laugh escaping you. 

“so cute,” you scratch the back of one puppy’s ear, a delighted giggle slipping out when the puppy tries to jump into your lap. 

“not as cute as yeontan,” taehyung sniffs, and you arch an eyebrow at him. he whips out his phone immediately, pulling up photos of an adorable pomeranian, pleased when you coo at the photos too. 

the two of you walk around aimlessly. at one point you get two things of cotton candy - taehyung’s eyes go wide when you inform him that yes, you will be eating both of them (which you do, eventually) - while taehyung gets his face painted, an adorable little bear on his left cheek. 

“cute,” you compliment offhandedly. 

“me? i know,” taehyung grins when you roll your eyes. you reach out to shove his face away playfully, but he catches your hand before you can make contact. “careful,” he teases. “you’re gonna get paint everywhere and ruin my beautiful face.” 

“beautiful? where?” you pretend to search him, moving your head left and right and laughing when taehyung releases your hand in a light shoving motion. 

“i’m flawless,” taehyung asserts, straightening his back and flipping invisible hair over his shoulder. you suck in a breath, tilting your head. 

“well, at least you have confidence,” you joke, and he bumps shoulders with you, unashamed. 

you jump when you hear someone yelling your name, hand instinctively coming up to grab taehyung’s arm. he startles at the motion but looks more amused than surprised, while you whip your head around trying to find the source. it doesn’t take long, considering you probably could’ve heard sana from the other side of campus from the way she hollers your name, waving her arms excitedly in tandem with jeongyeon. 

there’s a lot of hugging and greetings and introductions as taehyung gets bombarded on all sides by your friends who are excited and curious to meet him. he takes it all in stride, doesn’t even notice when sana yanks you to the side to hiss what the fuck, he’s gorgeous into your ear. 

(it’s a high compliment from sana, considering her general distaste for men.) 

it’s only when jungkook shows up that things start to unravel, everything falling apart so suddenly and so rapidly you hardly have time to realize it’s happened. 

it starts with seeing his girlfriend on his arm, pretty, dainty fingers wrapped around his bicep as he introduces her. she’s dazzling, ridiculously so. they make a magazine cover-worthy couple; if it didn’t feel like such a punch to the gut you’d be offended by it all. she looks at jungkook like he holds the world in his hands - and the worst part is he looks back at her the same way. 

you barely register the hand she holds out to you - the way jungkook introduces you as one of his closest friends - forcing a smile to your face as you shake her hand before pulling away as fast as you can without being obvious. 

taehyung watches quietly, the way you slowly draw into yourself, one hand crossed over your midsection to hold your other arm. if he had an inkling of what jungkook meant to you before, it’s clear as day now, cemented by the way you refuse to look directly at jungkook. the deep heartache in your eyes betrays the shy smile on your face; even when your eyes crinkle in the corners he can see how sad you are. 

he’s watching your heart splinter right in front of him, and there’s little he can do about it. 

you make the mistake of looking up just as jungkook presses a kiss to jisoo’s cheek. your chest tightens and you swallow hard. it shouldn’t still be this difficult. years of jungkook filtering through girls should have trained you for this - but you’d spent almost just as many years in denial, pretending like his hand wrapped around someone else’s wasn’t driving a stake through your heart every time. 

it’s impossible to pretend anymore, not when you still have the feel of jungkook’s palm against yours memorized. not when you can still recall the way his hands ruffle your hair or the way he looks at you, head tilted, pretty eyes twinkling like you’re special to him. he always looked at you differently. always. 

but never quite the way he does when he looks at his girlfriend. 

you startle when you feel taehyung shuffle in close to you, leaning down and so close that you can feel his breath against your ear. “hey,” he murmurs. “wanna go watch hoseok dance with me? he should be just about ready to go on now.” 

you turn to face him. he’s centimeters away from you but he doesn’t back away, gentle smile curving his lips. his eyebrows raise questioningly, patiently awaiting your answer. 

you don’t notice jungkook watching when taehyung has your attention. you don’t catch the way jungkook frowns, seeing taehyung so close to you, eyebrows furrowing when you offer taehyung a small smile and nod. his expression is cleared by the time you turn back, announcing that you’re off to watch the dance performance, your friends not so subtly shifting their eyes between you and taehyung. 

taehyung nods his head politely at your friends, smile growing tight when he lands on jungkook, before turning away. he rests a hand on your back, guiding you towards the dance stage, and you let him. you don’t see the way jungkook’s jaw clenches slightly, annoyance flashing through his eyes at the sight of taehyung’s hands on you. you’re too focused on trying to leave, put as much distance as you can between him and his brand new girlfriend. 

taehyung drops his hand when you’re out of sight of your friends, though he’s fairly certain he can hear them giggling faintly in the distance, maybe even his name and your name flitting through the conversation. he puts his attention on you instead, trying to gauge whether he should ask about jungkook or not. 

you should be too much trouble. having your heart so blatantly belong to someone else should have alarms ringing wildly in taehyung’s ears, but instead he’d whisked you away, wanting so much to wipe that heartbroken look off your face, to see you smile and ramble and do all the things you do when it’s just you and him. you’re so quiet now, walking silently beside him, atmosphere changed drastically from when he’d taken you around the festival to see all the things the university had to offer today. 

your head jerks up suddenly to look at him, and he flinches out of sheer shock. “how long has hoseok been dancing?” you ask, and he stares blankly at you, astounded by the 180 degree change. 

you’ve wiped all traces of sadness from your expression. curious eyes waiting for his answer, and taehyung has to collect his thoughts before he can answer. “like, i think since he was in elementary school, or something,” he responds. you hum, turning away and nodding. 

“he must be really good at it,” you muse. 

“he is,” taehyung confirms absently, eyes trailing over you. he spots it then, the way your hands are held together as you walk, your right thumb digging hard across the width of your palm, hands twisting together. it’s the only thing betraying the emotions you’re hiding underneath aimless questions about hoseok and the dance performance, which taehyung answers systematically back. 

“hey,” taehyung stops you abruptly, steadying you when you nearly trip from trying to stop so fast. “woops. sorry. can you check if the paint is dry?” 

you look a little confused as he points to his cheek, but don’t question it much when he leans down, close enough to you that you can see his individual eyelashes and the pretty specks in his eyes. you draw back on instinct, putting space between you and him even as your hands detangle to come up and brush your fingers faintly against his skin around the edges of the bear painting on his cheek. 

“i think it’s dry,” you comment, head tilting while your fingers press lightly against his cheek. taehyung tries not to shiver at the feeling of your breath against his skin, or think about how close you are to him, your concentration making you forget how little distance there is between the two of you. one finger slides against the edges of the outline of the bear’s face and you hum, nodding, satisfied with your prodding. “yeah. it’s dry.” 

you turn to look at him, heart jumping at the small quirk in his lips that he does when he recognizes the flustered look on your face at the realization of how far into his space you’d gotten. you back out immediately, taehyung taking his sweet time to rise back up to his full height. 

“thanks,” he smiles, drawing out the ‘s’ a little longer at the end. you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion but let him go back to leading the way to the stage, finding yoongi and jimin and joining them towards the front of the stage. 

while jimin is explaining why he never joined the school dance team to you, taehyung smiles secretively to himself. your hands are no longer worriedly pulling at each other, instead loosely laced together as you listen to jimin’s story, laughing at yoongi’s intermittent interjections. 

when your jaw drops at the sight of hoseok taking over the stage, taehyung feels a warmth in his chest that shows itself in the form of a wide grin that he doesn’t bother to hide. 

other drabbles in the series: like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen || the worst

series masterlist: till the night is over

taglist: @mwitsmejk @doublejeon  

[swan-shaped-scones]

Gorillaz Headcanon: Annoying Noodle

Every great dad knows it is their life's work to annoy their offspring, and Murdad takes his job very seriously. The most annoying things he likes to do include:

Referring to Noodle as various types of pasta

Linguini, ravioli, rotini, penne, rigatoni, farfalle, tortellini, soba, udon, capellini, manicotti, fusilli, ziti, and macaroni are the ones he uses the most

He even has her in his contact list under 'Ramen'

When he leaves her notes, he always calls her one of the pasta names

Every time he runs into her while he's out, he always shouts out a random pasta name to get her attention

If they go to an amusement park, mall, shopping center, etc., Noodle makes sure to stay with the group or else Murdad will wander around screaming pasta names at the top of his lungs

He also likes to annoy Noodle by driving like an old lady

He always makes sure to drive perfectly, following the law to the letter,and even drives a few mph under the speed limit

This drives Noodle crazy, and she calls him a Boomer

To which Murdad responds with a laugh I was born in '66. I'm not a Boomer, love, I'm Gen-X

And then he drives 10mph under the speed limit, which, while not illegal, is still annoying, and Noodle is ready to tear her hair out

Murdad also likes to make his Annoying Murdoc Noises at the end of everything Noodle says, as if she just made a dirty joke

It always confuses 2D, leaving him wondering what the punchline was

He also makes weird noises when he answers her phone calls, just to keep her wondering what he's doing

Noodle stops calling and switches to texting only

Murdad resorts to spelling out his noises as phonetically accurately as possible

Sleeping anywhere but in her own bed is risky business

Murdad is always watching for when Noodle falls asleep on the couch

He then tips the couch, yeeting her onto the floor and running for his life

He WILL flush the toilet while Noodle is showering

Murdad likes to point out that she'll never find her name on a novelty keychain, or bicycle plate

Asks her "how was school?" Every time she walks into the room

Calls Noodle from another room, and then doesn't answer her

Walks into Noodle's room, then leaves without shutting her door behind him

Sits beside Noodle while she plays on her phone and rapidly and repeatedly pokes her in the shoulder

Dad Jokes

Really BAD Dad Jokes

[jellycatstuffies]

Hello! My jellycat collection has been steadily growing over the last few months! I keep finding them in very random places - TK Maxx has started stocking them again! and i got an amusable farfalle and a marcus mussle :) I also now have a dexter dragon and a little linus leopard seal !!! Anyway yes I hope you are having a nice week! (AAA sending a third time because i think my last one wasnt anon)

Hello! I'm happy to hear your Jellycat collection is getting bigger! TK Maxx sometimes has them for ridiculously cheap prices, especially ones that have already been retired. I would love to see a photo of all of yours together at some point. Of the ones you mentioned, I love Linus Leopard Seal the most. I hope you are having a nice week too!😊

Little Linus Leopard Seal

[mutantenfisch]

TWC Fic - Return Home

I’ve finally finished the snippet I’ve been working on. It’s not much, but it’s a great feeling to feel inspired for not just art, but also writing. :D

If you want to take a look at my Detective, Marcus, you find his character sheet here. Enjoy!

„So, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hungry.” After Unit Bravo has settled all over my living-room, I head towards the kitchen to make myself something to eat. I also need a moment to breathe and Homer, who has been startled by the arrival of so many strangers at once, is already sitting on the kitchen counter, staring at me with his yellow eyes in an accusatory manner, demanding treats as compensation for being disturbed. I notice that his food bowl is still half full, and his water looks like it’s been changed earlier today as well. I notice a post-it on the fridge door that bears Tina’s handwriting. I pick it up to read it – “Hey Marcus! Your mother asked me to feed Homie and the fish while you’re at the seminar. Sorry for treating Homie a little too well… T.” Mum knows that I have pets and I silently thank her for sending Tina to look after them.

I wish I could say that unlike the cat I didn’t mind having guests over but in reality, it stresses me out more than I like to admit. Sure, Tina or Verda and his family sometimes pop in on the weekends, but well… that is something completely different. Also, they aren’t vampires and usually don’t stay to watch over my life because some other, crazy evil vampire is after me, or my blood specifically.

When I step through the macramé curtain that separates the kitchen from the rest of the flat, I take a deep breath and bring my focus back to the task at hand, emphasized by the light rumbling of my stomach. Hmm, I think I should have some pasta I think to myself and browse the shelve above the kitchen table, one hand pressed against my hip and with the other pointing at the various glass jars I use for storage. The flat is not very large, but it has a high ceiling, so most of my storage is along the walls and up. The downside is – I am rather short. But being prepared for this, I am just about to grab the step ladder I store underneath the table when the sound of the wooden beads woven into the strands of the curtain clacking against each other makes me turn my head.

“Need any help to reach something or are you bending over for me?” The growling voice was – of course – Mason’s, who had followed me into the kitchen.

“Yes actually,” I hope he doesn’t notice how the heat that was induced by his comment is creeping up my face. “Could you hand me the jar with the farfalle, please?”

When he raises an eyebrow in confusion, I quickly add “the noodles that are shaped like little butterflies.” I point at the corresponding jar on the shelf and quickly turn towards the stove to grab a pot and pan and keep my hands too busy to tremble.

A few minutes later, the farfalle are boiling in a pot while I’m frying some onions and garlic and chop a paprika to add some colour and vitamins to my dinner. Mason has been leaning in the corner between the door-frame and the fridge this whole time, watching me under lowered lids. I have gotten somewhat used to his presence now and just as I’m about to head over to the fridge to get some feta cheese out, I hear Felix from the living room.

“What are you cooking Marcus? Smells delicious!”

I pause in my steps to lean closer towards the door-frame so he can hear my reply better.

“Pasta with garlic – it’s a relief to know I won’t poison any of you guys with it.” I hear his and Nat’s amused chuckle and face the fridge, realising that with my movement I’ve come unexpectedly close to Mason.

“Just so you know, I can help you work off the calories you’re about to shovel into yourself later,” he mutters quietly enough that the others can impossibly hear it. His comment is accompanied by a smirk and a roll of his shoulders.

I inhale sharply and quickly look at an undetermined spot at the fridge door, heat creeping up my face again because I can feel his gaze lingering on me. I blink a few times, trying to decide whether this was one of his usual flirtations or a backhanded compliment. I know I’m not even half as athletic as any of you guys, but I’m comfortable in my body, I think to myself, feeling a sudden sting of anger mixed into my agitation.

“I, uh… I don’t see a point in that”, I manage to reply, continuing to avoid his stormy grey eyes that I feel are still lingering on me and travelling towards my middle. I inhale sharply and cross my arms over my chest, looking up at him with what I hope is at least a little bit angry.

“If the prospect of exercise pleases you so much”, I hope he doesn’t notice the sudden wave of even more heat that flushes my cheeks now that I’m directly looking into his eyes, “I can leave the car here and we walk to the station tomorrow morning. The weather is supposed to be good enough for this.”  

“There are many things that would please me a lot more than strolling through town with you, handsome, but following you around has its benefits.” His tone is so suggestive, I wonder how my body even managed to produce more heat in response to it, and I am already fumbling for words again, my gaze still locked with his, and I notice how the smile that follows his response makes his stormy grey eyes twinkle teasingly again.

“One of them is,” he continues and raises one hand to let it linger next to my cheek, “that we’ll surely find a moment where we’re alone in this cosy apartment of yours.” This new proposition, combined with the almost-touch of his surprisingly warm hand, makes my stomach flutter almost painfully and I swallow hard, staring at him wide-eyed for a moment before he frowns and pulls his hand away, glancing towards the direction of the living-room.

“Go get your noodles, Detective. I bet they taste horrible when they’re cold.” His tone is somewhere between amused and irritated and a smirk is again playing around the corners of his mouth.

I clear my throat and scratch my skin underneath the turtle-neck I’m wearing, trying to regain my composure.

“I, uh, I think you have a point. Yeah, I should better eat now.” I ramble, my thoughts racing around what had just happened. Now I remember that originally, I wanted to add some cheese, but with my nerves all over the place, and Mason still leaning in front of the fridge, I just pour the noodles into a bowl and throw the fried vegetables from the pan on top and head over to the living room.

By the time I sit down next to Nat on the couch underneath my loft bed, I’m glad my pulse has stopped racing and that the dimmed light in the living room hopefully helps conceal the red spots that are still lingering on my cheeks.

While I eat, I can’t help but notice how comfortable everyone seems. Well, as comfortable as someone like Ava could ever be, I notice with a smile – the agent has settled down on the windowsill of the bay window, still keeping both my door and the street below in her view but seeming more relaxed than when we arrived. Felix lay sprawled over the pillows in front of the couch, watching the aquarium on the outer wall with an amused smile pulling at his mouth and Nat is still sitting next to me, scratching Homer between his orange ears. After a few minutes, Mason joins us in the room as well, throwing himself into the chair at my desk across the room, watching us – or me? – under half-closed lids, his expression unreadable.

Yes, I think I could get used to having Unit Bravo around, I think as I shove another spoon full of my dinner into my mouth, and for the first time today, manage to relax as well.

[fekst-fucker]

Stained Glass

This was more to practice color than anything but hell yeah EJ fic!! And angst kinda?? @the-violet-acolyte, @undercooked-ravioloni​, I know y’all wanted to see this, and @freaky-farfalle just in case uwu

“Now what the hell are you doing here?” You asked incredulously, stepping over ruined pews and crumbling stone to sit next to Jack. His face was tilted up towards a giant stained glass window, half shattered. The moonlight tossed a thousand vibrant colors onto the floor of the abandoned church, the other half of the open window spilling pure white light into the chapel. Jack sighed.

“My family was Catholic.” He said, and you hummed, settling next to him on a decrepit chunk of imitation marble. Small crumbs of the stone laid around it, and there was a deep crack in the floor, proving that the column had fallen over.

“I know.” You told him, looking up at his face instead of the magnificent window in front of you, “what about it?” He shrugged wordlessly. “Do you miss going to church?”

“God, no.” He snorted, elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped, dangling between his legs. His back was arched in defeat as he faced the stained glass. “I like looking at this. I always liked looking at this.” You quietly turned your head towards it with him, nodding slowly. It was purple, and blue. That light showed through darkly, blending perfectly into the floor. It met the tip of Jack’s shoe harmoniously, making him meld with the floor. The yellows, greens, reds, and teals bounced through the wavy glass, tossing flowers and stars right in front of your feet.

“It’s gorgeous.” You agreed quietly, captivated by the weak yellow and faded red that looked like a dying rose, or maybe someone’s lips. A kiss, discarded onto the floor of a discarded church.

“Could you…” Jack paused, face scanning the floor, “could you describe the colors to me?”

“Yeah.” You said, looking around to decide where to start. “It’s melting into you.” You pointed at the toe of his boot, and his face fell to meet your direction. “The blue. And purple. The blue is like… it looks like cold black coffee. Maybe less bitter. It looks like when it’s raining, and cold, but not snowing yet. It’s so deep. A navy.” You paused, looking at him, and he nodded. “The purple is the same. It’s warmer. It’s like I’m in the living room with you, looking at the rain. Regal. Like one of those cartoon coats with the leopard print, y’know?” He chuckled, making you melt, and nodded. “It’s all over the floor. Like an ocean. Like a trench, not the shore or anything. It looks like it would feel cold.” You breathed out, then looked up. “The yellow… looks like those rays of light. It looks like when you accidentally spill hot coffee on yourself, that sudden burst of warm. But it’s the same color that…” you paused, “that lemon curd smells like.”

“Not just lemons?” He laughed, and you shook your head.

“No, lemons have a sour smell! They smell more green! Lemon curd.”

“My bad.” He held up his hands in mock defeat, “sorry I can’t smell color like you.”

“You asked me to describe the colors!” You swatted at his chest lightly, “I’m describing them.”

“Okay, keep going, then.” He said, facing the window again. You considered it for a moment.

“The reds look like kisses. Maybe leaves in autumn. It’s very ruby, like the way a gemstone feels. Cold. Not fire red. The greens are gorgeous. There’s so many greens in this one.”

“Well, it’s the serpent of Eden in a tree, so.”

“Alright, cut it out.” You snorted, leaning into him. “Yeah. The green looks cool. Like touching a waxy leaf. Or a snake’s scales. It’s smoother than running water, but maybe… maybe like a small puddle.”

“Where do you get this from?” He asked, amused, and turned his head to you.

“Well, is it making sense?”

“Absolutely not. Please keep going.”

“The teal…” You sighed out, “feels like the surf. Like, just when the ocean is lapping at you, but the sand is warm, so it’s not freezing cold, or anything. It’s cool. It’s summer time.” You finished, then turned your head so it was pressed into his bicep. He hummed. You were both silent.

“I come out here to confess.” He whispered, “about.… being a demon.”

“Jack.” You said softly, sitting up to look in his face, “why?”

“I can’t help it.” He chuckled, voice soaking with sadness, “my mom made me confess when I said ‘gimme a second’ to chores. How could I not come here after something as serious as becoming an unholy… thing?”

“Demons aren’t all bad.” You insisted, “and you can’t be totally demon, can you? You’re here, in a church, confessing, after all.”

“I can’t step foot in a regular chapel. Burns.” He explained, and you sighed out through your nose, running a hand up and down his forearm. His skin was cold and his arteries no longer beat, but you could feel every swell and dip in his toned forearms. You had nothing to say.

“Let’s go.” You offered after a second, standing and offering him your hands. He took them silently, face still pointed down at the floor and boot still met with the flowing blue light from the stained glass, “I have a feeling this place is making you sad.”

“I like having some feeling.” He grunted, and you frowned, not wanting to fight with him.

“Let’s go have some feelings back at home.” You prompted, pulling him over the ruins. “Jack?” You said after a few minutes of walking, and he hummed in response.

“Demons aren’t all bad. I know you.” You repeated, “you’re so sweet. And kind, really kind. And I’m serious.”

“You think so?” He whispered, obviously not in the mood to argue.

“Yes.” You said, and you were both silent for a few more minutes. “And I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[me-and-my-gaster]

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Hi is ur icon a bootie pasta with a smiley or am I sorely misjudging

it is Amusable Farfalle yes :) it’s a jellycat stuffed animal i Love He so, so much

[vexedtonightmares]

i would like amuseable farfalle 😔

[etherealxch]

crush (n.)

[A/N]: omg bear with me guys, i’ve been having kihyun feels and i had to write it out,enjoy! Ive been so into monsta x lately esp kihyun smh

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I choose a seat by the windows in the library, where there is sunlight streaming through the windows. I sit down and am fully prepared to experience a moment like the ones I've always seen in dramas where the sunshine gently surrounds the female lead and making her look angelic.

What I do not expect as I sit down is this: full blown sunshine coming right at me like I'm in the frickin sunflower. I squint my eyes abruptly as I look upwards, trying to find the strings to pull up the window blinds. A hand reaches from behind me and tugs on the strings. The blinds fall down with a rattling noise and the room suddenly dims a little. I blink to adjust my eyes to the room.

I turn face to face with Kihyun, staring at me amusedly.

“Hey, I thought you had to work this afternoon.” I say in surprise.

“Nah, Shownu said I could take the afternoon of.” He asks, taking a seat across the desk.

“Oh.” I nod. “And you came here because…?”

He leans forward, a glint in his eye. “You know that date I’ve been trying to set up for you? His name is Wonho and he’s a year older than you-Wait, you’ve heard of him right? He’s the guy who dumped milkshake over my-”

“Yes, I know who he is, he’s your friend,” I sigh. “Kihyun, I specifically told you I do not want to go on a blind date.”

“Come on, you’ll only have to have dinner with him next Friday and if you don’t like him, you’d never have to see him again.” He says.

I roll my eyes. “1 hour. That’s it.”

“Great! And maybe Hye Ji and I will go with you guys. Like a double date.” He adds as an afterthought.

“Who’s Hye Ji?” I narrow my eyes.

He smiles abashedly and rubs the back of his neck. “This girl I had a date with last week.”

“Oh.” I involuntarily frown and quickly shake it off, hoping he didn’t see that. “Great.”

Unfortunately, he has a keen eye and catches my expression. “What’s that face supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” I look away guiltily.

“Hey, c’mon, tell me.” He says, tilting his face so he can meet my eyes.

“No, it’s nothing, really.” I shake my head. I give him a reassuring smile. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some assignments to catch up on.” I gesture to pile of papers in front of me. He eyes me suspiciously for a while but takes the hint and nods.

“See you later.” He says, smiling and ruffling my hair like he always does.

“See you.” I wait until he’s out of sight then collapse on the desk with a sigh.

Currently into day 154 of having a crush on best friend: Not doing so great.

“I honestly think you’re doing this just to torture yourself.” My housemate, Mina says from where she’s lying down on the couch in the living room in front of the TV. I bury my head into the cushion pillows with a groan.

“Shut up. I’m already kicking myself for agreeing to this.” I say into the pillow. “I don’t need you rubbing it in my face.”

“See, it’s actually really simple. You just tell him how you feel.” She shrugs.

“Not everyone has straightforward relationships like you and Leo okay?” I turn on my head so the side of my face is resting on the pillow and looking at her. “Do you have any idea what a mess I would be if I told him I like him?”

“Let me guess: You’ll lose him as a friend.” She holds up a finger as I open my mouth to object. “Or, you’ll remain friends but it’ll get so awkward between you guys that you guys gradually grow apart and can’t even be in the same room with each other.”

She looks at me with a triumphant expression. I look at her sheepishly. “How many times have I told you that?”

“Approximately 122 times, but who’s counting?” She gets off the couch and heads to the bathroom. I glance at the clock. 6:32 pm. I’ve got to get ready.

I take a shower, put on ripped jeans and a nice neutral coloured shirt and a jacket. I stand in front of the mirror, adding the only makeup I know, which is eyeliner and coloured lip balm. Trust me, this is me making an effort. I comb my hair, making sure my bangs aren’t all over the place.

“Wow. Coloured lip balm.” Mina says,pretending to be impressed. “You’re making an effort.” I glare at her in the mirror.

“Why are they coming along though?” She asks. “Isn’t it going to be awkward?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never even seen this girl before.” I sigh. “I didn’t even know he was on a date last week.”

“Ae Ra, how long do you think you can keep this up?” She crosses her arms. “You not telling him, I mean.”

“I plan to keep quiet about this until another suitor comes along and sweeps me off my feet and I don’t have a crush on him anymore.” I say. “Then someday then I might tell him and we could laugh about it together.” I put on my ankle boots.

“You are so frustrating.” She says shaking her head.

“I am.” I agree with her. The doorbell rings. My date is here.

“Don’t have too much fun.” Mina deadpans from the kitchen. I shush her and open the door. Wonho stands there looking incredibly sweet, smiling at me.

“Ready to go?” He asks. “The other two are gonna meet us there.”

I nod. “Just let me grab my bag and scarf for one sec.” I reach behind the door and take my bag off the hook and tug my scarf from the coat hanger. “All set, let’s go.”

We start down the street towards the restaurant. He starts conversing with me, telling about what he’s studying and he’s thinking of taking an extra year just to do more research. I find it easy to talk to him and he’s quite funny.

Yet, if I’m being honest to myself, as funny and sweet as he is, I find myself wondering what it would be like to go on a date with Kihyun. I snap back to reality; I’m going on a date with Wonho, not Kihyun, I remind myself sternly.

We reach the restaurant and see Kihyun and Hye Ji, who undeniably looks really sweet and pretty which I have to admit, was not what I was expecting. It’s harder to hate if she looks like that. I mentally kick myself; stop being such a sore loser.

They’ve taken a booth seating, so we both slide in across Kihyun and Hye Ji. Kihyun discreetly gives me a thumbs up and I try to smile back at him.

A waiter comes to take our order and I survey the menu keenly. Ooh, there’s Farfalle with Chicken and Roasted Garlic. I’ll have that. As I tell the waiter my order, Kihyun looks up from his menu and says,

“No peas for her.” The waiter nods and makes a note on his pad. I look at him in surprise.

“Thanks.” I say.

“No problem.” He smiles and goes back to helping Hye Ji with her order. I drag my gaze away from him and remind myself, I may be feeling ridiculously flattered by his action, he only thinks of me as a friend and nothing else. As the waiter leaves with our orders, Hye Ji turns to me.

“I heard you’re going to be on the campus newspaper committee?” She asks. “That’s so cool!”

“Yeah, but I’m not going to write any articles or anything,” I give her a friendly smile.

“Kihyun’s shown me some of your work; I think your writing is really good!” She says enthusiastically.

“Thanks,” I say, surprised that he’s shown her my writing. I turn to him curiously.

“I showed her what you wrote for that state competition last year. I cut it out from the paper,” He explains.

“Oh.” I say, touched. Out of nowhere, he reaches across the table and gently tucks a strand of hair from my face.

“You’re messy as usual.” Kihyun says nonchalantly. But I can feel Hye Ji’s eyes on me and my face heats up, flustered. A silence follows but is thankfully broken by Wonho who starts talking about the story of how he and Kihyun met. I laugh in all the right places but I can’t help sneaking glances at Kihyun, who admittedly looks really good looking with his button up shirt and dark gelled hair.

Our food arrives. Before I even have time to look for it, Kihyun hands me the Cajun red pepper shaker. He knows I like to add chili or pepper flakes in my pasta. I take it from him gratefully.

Dinner progresses on. I finish the last bite of my pasta and reach for my water. Kihyun glances at me and says, “Your chin has sauce on it.” He makes to wipe it for me before I quickly intercept and wipe it with my own napkin.

“Thanks.” I say, avoiding Hye Ji’s gaze. I excuse myself to go to the ladies. I wash my hands thoroughly with soap while thinking over the events of the night. I barely get a thought straight when Hye Ji walks in. Our eyes meet in the mirror and we both smile awkwardly at each other.

“How long have you been friends with Kihyun?” She asks.

“Um, about 5 years.”

She nods. “And how long have you had a crush on him?” I stare at her in shock. How-?

She laughs. “Don’t worry, they’re male. They can’t tell.” I don’t know how to answer her.

“I-I don’t like him, that way.” I say weakly, knowing she won’t believe me anyway.

“I can tell you do.” She says softly. “No hard feelings.”

“I-I’m sorry.” I apologize. She chuckles. “Why would you apologize? C’mon, girl to girl, you like him, don’t you?” I nod.

“And is it anyone’s fault you like him?” She continues. I stare at her uncertainly. “Of course not! So you like him!”

“No, but I mean-“ I stutter. “You guys are dating now.”

“We’ve only been on two dates, including this one.” She shrugs. “Sure I like him, but I’m pretty sure…” She seems to think for a while and says, “You’ve liked him longer.”

“No!” I say too quickly. “I mean, not really. It’s just a crush, it’ll pass. Plus, he really likes you.” I add earnestly. She fixes a long gaze on me and shakes her head.

“Y’know, I’m not really sure about that.”

We emerge from the bathroom 20 minutes later and the guys are waiting for us by the door.

“Are you guys okay?” Wonho asks.

“Yeah.” I nod. “Why?”

“Well, for one, you guys were taking a long time.” Kihyun points out.

Hye Ji laughs. “Don’t worry. It’s just some girl talk.” Wonho and Kihyun exchange looks and shrugs. We all head outside.

“You don’t have to take me home,” Hye Ji says to Kihyun. She gives me an amused look.

“I can take you home. And Kihyun can take Ae Ra home,” Wonho says before Kihyun can object. He turns to me. “Is that okay with you?”

“Uh-yeah, I’m fine.” I say, confused. Hye Ji gives me a hug and whispers in my ear.

“Go get him.” I barely have time to react to that as she walks away with Wonho. Kihyun and I are left on the street, the both of us stare at their retreating backs, equally confused. We both turn to each other awkwardly.

“What was that all about?” I ask him.

He shrugs. “I don’t know.” He gestures that we should walk. After a while of quiet, he turns to me,

“So what did you think of Wonho?” He asks.

“Um, he’s a really nice person.” I nod, smiling.

“Oh, great.” He says, putting his hands in his pockets.

“It was really nice to meet to Hye Ji, by the way. She seems really nice.”

“Yeah, she is.” Kihyun smiles slightly and nods. We both walk along the uneven path, gravel crunching under our shoes. Out of nowhere, a series of hurried rings come from behind us and someone yells at us to move aside. Kihyun pulls me aside just as a bicycle zooms past us.

“What the heck.” He mutters under his breath as we watch the person cycle away. I’m starting to be aware that his arms are around me protectively and my face flushes. I clear my throat and then gesture to his arms. He lets go, as if he might have hurt me.

“You okay?” He asks.

Other than an oncoming fever? Yeah I’m fine. I nod at him.

He scratches the side of his head. “Did…Hye Ji say anything weird to you just now?”

I think back to what she said in the bathroom just moments ago. ‘Y’know, I’m not so sure about that.’ She said that when I said he liked her a lot. What does it mean?

“Why?” I dodge his question with one of my own. “Did Wonho say anything? He was kinda weird just now.” His face changes subtly as he thinks about. He meets my eyes and holds it for a long time. We both lapse into silence.

“She said,” I finally open up. “I mean, she got an idea that I was…” I look at him cautiously. “Into you. Like a crush, or something.” His expression slightly changes again.

“Why? What did Wonho say?”

“He said…” Kihyun starts quietly. “That I seemed to have feelings for you.” I look at him, alert but he looks ahead and not at me.

“I...”

“He also said that,” He hesitates. “Throughout the date, I kept looking after you. I mean, we’re friends right? That’s what I’m supposed to do. Right?” I avert my eyes from his face and try not to let disappointment show on my face.

He truly thinks that we’re just friends.

I keep silent. Should I agree with him?

“The thing is,” He continues quietly. “I think he might be right.” I widen my eyes and gape at him. He sees my reaction and smiles a bit nervously.

“What? Would it be…weird, if I have feelings for you?” He asks.

“I…” My lips are dry. My mind is blank. I don’t know what to say. He leans in and kisses my forehead softly.

“I’m saying,” He looks into my eyes. “I really, really like you, Ae Ra.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and studies my expression.

I am lost right now. He’s saying the things I’ve dreamt he would say ever since I had a crush on him but I can’t quite believe it. Am I dreaming? Or hallucinating?

I pinch myself hard on my forearm. Ow! I jump from the pain. Kihyun, on the other hand looks very alarmed.

“What are you doing?” He asks, concerned.

“Nothing! I was just-“ I swallow. “Checking if I was dreaming or hallucinating…” He smiles amusedly.

“Listen carefully, Kang Ae Ra, because this isn’t a dream.” He says, grinning. His eyes crease slightly in a smile. “I like you.”

I finally break into a smile. “I like you too.” We both grin at each other. He takes my hand in his, stroking my thumb.

“But why’d you set me up on this date if you liked me?” I frown.

“Because I wasn’t sure, if I like you as a friend or more,” He shrugs.

“And setting me up with a date would help you make sure?” I ask.

“Frankly, yes.” He nods meekly. “When I set you up with Wonho, I felt uncomfortable and jealous. That was probably when I realised I had feelings for you…”

“Thank you.” I say softly and kiss his cheek. “Weird and don’t do that again, but thank you.”

“So you like me?” He confirms. I nod.

“Can I know when it started?”

I shake my head, laughing. “You’ll have to find out yourself.”

[fayewritesbonnieadair]

sharing space

Is that right?

Bonnie stared mistrustfully at the pan that tomato-sauce bubbled in, with actual real basil that Maria from two doors down had grown in a semi-dry flowerpot above her windowsill-- Don had fixed her door a couple of days ago and Bonnie had gotten some herbs in return; Most of which she hadn’t known what to do with. Mrs. Lam, bless her heart, had given Bonnie a list of where she could use each herb most efficiently. Basil went well with tomato, the elderly woman had said with an amused sparkle in her eyes as Bonnie scribbled away on a notebook, trying to keep up while Don snacked on some sweets the elderly woman had brought over. You look so skinny, dear, your little wife must feed you better.

It tasted good, she had to admit-- well, not great, but definitely edible, most certainly better than anything she had made to this day. In a different pot, tiny farfalle pasta were boiling (how the hell was she supposed to know to add a bit of oil into the water and wait until it bubbled so they wouldn’t stick? Mrs. Lam had laughed at her-- the elderly woman laughed at Bonnie a lot, to be honest.)-- pasta and tomato sauce wasn’t the most intricate of dinners, but in this household anything was a step up from grilled cheese and sandwiches. 

With a sigh, she turned off the heat on the sauce, putting it off the stove for good measure and then leaned back against the counter-- it had been a stressful two weeks. Word had spread like a forest fire and sooner rather than later everyone knew what Bonnie and Don had done-- while the other survivors didn’t necessarily shun them, she saw the mistrust in the eyes of both them and the military, the worry that Don and Bonnie’s future punishment might rub off on someone else, too. The soldiers had remained silent, but whenever Bonnie left the house, she could feel their eyes on her-- to the point where she asked Don to accompany her to work. She wasn’t scared, not necessarily, but with the ban of weaponry, she was at a ridiculous disadvantage and she knew it-- and so did they.

Theresa wasn’t doing much better-- she still sobbed regularly, would crawl into Bonnie’s or Don’s lap whenever she was sleepy, crying silently out for a mother that was long gone. Bonnie couldn’t relate-- her own mother hadn’t been there for her at all, hence she had never truly yearned for her the way Theresa did for her own. The blonde suspected that the woman had simply not been able to deal with the changing circumstances of the apocalypse-- it was weak, but understandable to a degree. During class, the girl would nap away or draw pictures, the light in her eyes dimmed-- temporarily, Bonnie hoped. She would insist to read with Theresa when she was over at their place, guiding the child along difficult words with endless patience-- it was a slow, exhausting process, but Bonnie knew better than to let the girl alone. Alone was the last thing she needed. Mrs. Lam had given Bonnie a weird look as the blonde suggested to swap Theresa back and forth, two days here, two days there-- the truth was that she didn’t want to dump the idea of raising a child on Don in this manner. While their partnership was absolutely unbreakable, that didn’t mean that he had signed up for that. They hadn’t slept together either-- hadn’t even attempted to since that day. Bonnie couldn’t blame him-- what they had seen hang heavily on both their shoulders and the fact that Theresa had admitted to hiding her infected mother... well, Bonnie wasn’t all that excited about that. Her nightmares of grabby pirate hands were temporarily replaced by Theresa being bit by her own mother.

Bonnie made sure that both Don and Mrs. Lam told the girl as well that such a thing should never be repeated. Theresa had cried every time-- but she understood.

Carefully, Bonnie fished a piece of pasta out of the boiling water, blowing on it before popping it into her mouth-- it wasn’t al dente, more on the edge of mushy, but it was definitely still edible. The blonde rushed to drain the pasta, momentarily confused-- was she supposed to add the pasta into the pot first or the sauce? It doesn’t matter, she decided eventually, dumping the pasta into the pot, dribbling the sauce on top before mixing through. Closing the pot real quick, she walked into their little side room-- Don had started a bit of a project in there, without really telling her about it. She only realized he was building something when he came home with scrap pieces of wood one day and some tools the next, tinkering in his free time-- she didn’t help him, it was his thing, but she’d sit on the ground in the room with her books-- sharing a space.

It helped, she thought. 

“Husband, I made dinner and you might even find it edible,” she said as she entered, leaning against the door to watch him. “Looking good, Sol.” @donwrites

[maisonwhite]

Amuseable Farfalle

Jellycat Amuseable Farfalle

SIZE: 9 x 12cm

SAFETY & CARE

Tested to and passes the European Safety Standard for toys: EN71 parts 1, 2 & 3, for all ages.

Hand wash only; do not tumble dry, dry clean or iron. Not recommended to clean in a washing machine.

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