#supernoodles

[zaddyazula]

you guys are really missing out on supernoodles

[brits4gerardway]

steaming hot chicken supernoodles 🤤🍜

[bunnyreaper]

it's a weird adjustment writing for a fandom with british characters because I can make all sorts of references and make them say things that are just relentlessly british and no one can stop me :-) finally i am free!!!!

[ohwowimlonley]

Do i have any vegan followers? Or anyone with more knowledge than me about tasty vegan things?

[mandarinmoons]

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gender neutral reader

Word count: ~ 600

Summary: Spencer breaks up with you after seeing how much his job at The BAU affected you as he didn’t want to be the cause of your declining mental health, but ending the relationship had the opposite effect on you than what he thought

Spencer lied on his bed as he stared up at the ceiling, trying his best not to give into his desires of grabbing his phone and calling you because lord knows he’s the last person you’d want to talk to. He missed you terribly, but he knew you would be upset at him if he were to try and make contact.

The reason for that being is that Spencer forced himself to end things with you because he saw how his work life affected you. He’d lost track of how many times he’d found you fallen asleep behind his door for when he got home. He’d unlock the door and scoop you into his arms, his body shuddering from the cold that emanated from you. Or how he took notice of your thinning figure. You made sure that Spencer always had a full dinner platter whenever he got home, but he often saw you only finishing half of what was on your plate.

“I ate before you got home, I’m not that hungry,” is what you’d always say, but it didn’t stop Spencer from worrying.

After a few months of consideration, Spencer bit the bullet and tried his best to let you down easy. But unbeknownst to him there was never a way of doing things that way, because he was the love of your life and that day was the day you felt your heart break into so many small pieces that it would be impossible to mend it back together.

Spencer kept on imagining all of the ways you’d improve now that he wasn’t in your life. Maybe you’d learn to cook more or perhaps maybe you took on those yoga lessons you’d been dying to try out.

In reality though, you were having a hard time getting dressed and even harder time getting out of bed. You had your mother and friends check up on you daily to see how you were doing and every time you’d respond with “I’m okay,” when that was the farthest thing from the truth.

Half of the day was spent either lying in bed trying to read one of the last books Spencer had gifted you or being sat on the sofa while watching a crime show, the same show you’d watch while waiting for Spencer to come home, and now hoping that he’d magically come up to your door take you back.

A majority of the week's diet consisted of supernoodles and the occasional piece of fruit so you wouldn’t feel like complete crap. You’d chuckle to yourself bitterly as you’d remember a fact about the fruit you were having that was told by Spencer. Most of the time you didn’t understand any of the terminology he’d use, but you still loved to listen to him talk and as you ate away, you realized you’d never get to experience it again.

As much as it brought you a bit of ease whenever each day was over, it also brought along a bit of misery with it as it finally dawned on you that Spencer was really gone. He would never hold your hand again, he would never kiss your forehead again and you’d never hear the three words you loved most that came from his mouth,

“I love you.”

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[saintsenara]

written for day 13 of @remadoramicrofics, for the prompt bones.

There was whisky in the sideboard.

It was Muggle whisky. Dad’s. From some distillery in the middle of nowhere in the Outer Hebrides, sold in Harrods and delivered by Uncle Tony every Christmas in wrapping paper printed with snowmen scrabbled from the bargain bin at Woolworth’s.

It was used exclusively for celebration. For the days you wanted to preserve in amber; the days when dad was pink-cheeked and roaring with laughter, and mum was tipsy and willing to regale them both with ridiculous stories from her childhood, instead of keeping all of it locked up in some secret place they could never reach from their little suburban house. It was whisky you toasted with, and tossed back on New Year’s Eve, and looked the other way about when your daughter and her best mate got pissed as newts on it the day their OWL results came, and Jade was sick in the bin and she was sick in mum’s hydrangeas.

It was whisky for joy.

That was, perhaps, why it hadn’t been opened the day she’d announced she was married.

There was stubble on Remus’ chin, its brown - mousy, rather than wolfy - flecked with grey. His face was growing sharper; he was no giddy newlywed, content to grow fat on his loving wife’s cooking now he’d left his bachelor days behind him. His wife could cook nothing more sophisticated than supernoodles, could do nothing more than press kisses to hollowing cheeks, to the angular juncture where the jawbone meets the neck, as if to say, let me warm you up, since I cannot make you any fatter, I can at least make you warm.

‘Did you find him?’ she asked, and it shocked her to hear that her voice was so small, as if something of it had been left in the night skies, caught by a Death Eater’s curse.

Remus shook his head. His temples were grey too, and she cursed herself for not being able to coax colour back into them. Love should have done that. It had for her, had turned her back into the rainbow-lustered creature who looked so wrong in mum’s neat living room, with its doilies and its aspidistra. Her childhood had been one of scolding, for chocolatey fingers on the chintzy arms of chairs and the coffee table broken when she tripped and fell over it.

‘Hagrid upended the entire lounge,’ mum had sniffed, when she’d returned - shaking and weary-eyed - from the Burrow. That could be easily translated, provided you were fluent in Andromeda Tonks, to Nymphadora, I’m so frightened.

‘Yeah, well, he’s massive, isn’t he?’ she had replied. That meant your sister tried to kill me. You have the same eyes.

And then she had sat in the dark, a mug of tea untouched before her, the milk turning to scum as it cooled. Her thoughts were nothing more coherent than flashes. Of green light. Of the set of Bill’s jaw, knotty scars running down it. Of Muggle towns twinkling below her like stars. Of the wobble in Mad-Eye’s jowls they all used to tease him about - on the easy days in the office, before there had been a war on - formed by the ready supply of chocolate biscuits in the staff kitchen. Of the way his face had been clenched - in the way you had to know him well to notice, but which, if you did, you knew meant he was worried - just before they’d risen from the ground into armageddon.

Almost as if he’d been expecting it.

She had sat, a picture-reel flickering in her mind, and waited for the scrape of a key in the door and the weary trudge of a man who should have been too young to be weary. Who should have bounced across the threshold to meet her, a bridegroom desperate to get home to his bride.

‘Did you find him?’

Remus shook his head. He was thin. When they lay in bed together, she could run her fingers up each bump in his spine, across each rib, along the hollows of his hip bones. Like an explorer, searching for something lovely in a wasteland, for a place where the sun shone upon pale stone. For a place where she could be the sun. Let me warm you up.

‘No,’ he said, and his voice was hoarse. He had obviously used up all the vigour he possessed to yell at Harry.

He walked to the sideboard and took out the whisky. Because he didn’t know that it wasn't the time to drink it, that it wasn't the booze they brought out in times of mourning. Because he was a stranger to the house, and that was why there was tension in every bone of mum’s hands when she passed him his morning coffee at their sunny little breakfast table, and that was why she looked at Tonks as though she had brought doom into their perfect world.

That’s vampires, mum. You don’t have to worry about inviting werewolves in, she had thought. What she had said was, ‘stop being so fucking prejudiced.’

‘Your father is making plans to flee,’ mum had replied, matter-of-factly, as if she said such things every day. ‘When the Dark Lord takes over. It will not be safe for him to remain here, not when there will be two wanted paramilitaries living in the house.’ She stirred a spoon through her tea, clinking it against the side of the mug. ‘We were left alone by him last time, of course. We kept our heads down. But you and Remus have put paid to that.’

And, for once, there had been no second meaning.

‘No,’ he said. He poured the whisky into a glass, his thin fingers tight around it, as though he was hoping it would shatter and rip through his flesh to the bone. He tossed his drink back. ‘No. The Death Eaters probably got there first.’

‘Oh.’

A muscle ticked in his jaw. She wanted to kiss him, to cup his face with her hands, to graze her teeth across his stubble and make him forget. She wanted to make him warm, to make him say that he loved her, to lie down with him and count the ladder of his vertebrae, and ignore for a few tender hours the fact that their days were running out. She wanted to pretend that their number had not become one fewer that night.

‘I’m going to bed,’ he said.

He pressed a kiss - lips closed and tight - to her cheekbone. And his skin was cold from his futile toil in the night air.

[justafandomfollower]

Next Five Fic Recs (#21)

Watched Edge of Tomorrow (2014), so here's a quick follow up to fic rec #20 with 5 fics from that fandom. All five of these are wonderful post-canon examinations of what is means to start to live again after a time loop, after a war, and the relationship, whatever that may be, between Rita & Cage.

Solitaire by queer_occurrences. Oneshot, over 2k, M, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings.

shiner by audries. Oneshot, over 5k, T, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings.

There Is No Courage Without Fear by @brendaonao3. Oneshot, under 2k, G, No Archive Warnings Apply.

Does She Know That We Bleed The Same? by th_esaurus. Oneshot, over 7k, T, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings.

Tripwires by supernoodle. Oneshot, under 1k, G, No Archive Warnings Apply.

[faithhopeloveandtherapy]

The two little ones who were with us on holiday care have gone home today. We were counting down the hours. They were lovely but so high energy, the baby wakes two or three times a night and doesn’t really nap in the daytime. I took them back to their carer and asked her how on earth she did it day after day, and it turns out that her husband is not working at the moment so there are two of them to do the caring. Now she tells me lol.

Don’t get me wrong, we had some lovely times with them and did lots of fun things. But at the end of the day, we are just providing childcare for the week, so it’s been more about surviving than about adapting our lives to make things work long term.

There is a relative who they may go to, it’s currently in the assessment stage. But I am concerned whether the relative knows what they would be letting themselves in for, and the reality of their needs. I could see the relative agreeing to take them and then after a couple of weeks of having them realising that they don’t want to live like this for the next 18 years.

When we got back from taking them home, I took a one hour nap on the sofa and then cooked some supernoodles and stirred in the leftover aubergine curry from last nights takeaway = fusion cuisine. Tomorrow I am off to the spa for the day and I CAN NOT WAIT

[infectiouspiss]

I think you're profitably just unhinged enough to make really good food

i put mayonnaise in my chicken flavoured supernoodles and sometimes i'll eat a whole tortilla dipped in bbq sauce

[sixosix]

dude i just realised i’ve been reading ‘supermodel off duty’ as superNOODLE while i was scrolling through tumblr and this epiphany has actually left me stunned like i’m speechless like jesus christ how did i go my whole internet life thinking that everyone was just bella hadid’s supernoodle off duty looks like oh my lord

i want supernoodle off duty look that sounds fucking epic

[brits4gerardway]

I'm having a very healthy, nutritious, balanced breakfast (chicken supernoodles) 💞💕💗💓💕💞

[dogblesstheninetieskids]

I just realised Supernoodles could rebrand as Spookernoodles during October and I'm so disappointed that they don't

[auggies-dreamworld]

my go to if i have nothing else appetosing or i cba to make a sandwich bc of how much thete is is literally supernoodles

like yeah it takes a bit to actually make but what do you do?

put the pot on the hob

300ml of water

flavour packet

noodles

watch it and stir every couple minutes when it starts foaming

[gaybriar]

ok i have to tell my mcr story!!! i have to TALK about my chemical romance!!! in 2004 maybe, or 2005, i had just got home from school and, as we did in the 2000s, i was sat on the living room floor with my mum and sister in the room, flicking through the music channels to find something to listen to, and i came across this music video. singer with long black hair, lots of thick eye makeup, at a funeral, right? and my mum went, in this funny little voice that first gen middle class northern mums have when theyre trying to be respectable, she went "ugh this is awful, turn this off!" and i did but that mv percolated in my tiny little 11 year old brain for a nice long time, and then about a year later the black parade mv dropped, and i saw it, and i looked at gerard way;s face, and i died inside, and i realised i was gay, and i understood god, and then i basically spent the next 8 years alive because gerard way said i should be alive. and then when they split up it was the easter holidays of my first year at uni and i was essentially living off strongbow dark fruits and supernoodles and my halls were let out to conferences so i couldnt stay there, so i had to go back to my parents house and commute three times a week back to my city for work, and i found out theyd split up by reading it on my blackberry on the first of three (3) buses to work. and i cried on the bus and then i got told off at work for not being helpful enough to customers.

[eileennatural]

day 4 of going to the co-op to see if they've restocked the chicken flavored supernoodles yet

[scribble-dee-doo]

My FTH 2024 fic contribution!