#ramen challenge

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UsaMamo Week Day 1 - Kiss Game

This prompt for @usamamoweek2023 was definitely a group effort (@riverlethe, @caelenath, @lilliebellfanfics and @oshiokiyopod) on ideas on how to best represent it without having any identifiable people in the pictures. Hopefully these inspire some stories.

[quill-and-sunlight]

A Love Longer Than Noodles It began with a commercial.

Yongsun had been absentmindedly flipping through channels when the screen lit up with flames and drama—a slow-motion shot of a young woman taking a bite of fiery red Buldak noodles, her expression a perfect mix of agony and euphoria. The camera zoomed in on the steam rising, the glistening sauce clinging to the noodles like a promise of pain and pleasure. A jingle played in the background, something triumphant, almost heroic.

Without hesitation, she turned to Jess and announced, as if it were fate itself, “We have to eat that.”

Jess, reading on the couch beside her, didn’t even look up. “You ate six different Buldak flavors a month ago.”

She frowned, blinking at him. That couldn't be right. She would remember something like that. Wouldn't she?

He flipped a page, completely unbothered. “Original, cheese, carbonara, mala, jjajang, and 2X spicy. You swore off them for a year.”

There was a pause. Slowly, recognition dawned, followed by quiet horror. She tried to argue, but snippets of memory came rushing back—sweat beading on her forehead, gulping down milk, cursing in a breathless whisper about how she had “seen the gates of hell” and how “humans weren’t meant to eat this.”

Jess finally looked up, smirking. “You cried.”

It was, indeed, something she would do.

And yet, the commercial had planted a craving she couldn’t ignore. She needed noodles. Immediately.

The Instant Ramen Obsession Begins At first, it was simple curiosity. A cup of spicy seafood ramen here, a bowl of miso-flavored noodles there. But soon, it became an all-consuming obsession. Every time Jess walked into the kitchen, there she was, hunched over the counter, watching the kettle like it held the secrets of the universe.

He’d come home to see stacks of ramen cups filling their pantry, the variety slowly growing. Spicy, cheesy, black garlic oil, curry-infused, bone broth-based. Imported packs from Japan. Limited-edition flavors from Thailand. A mystery flavor that came in a plain black wrapper with only a single ominous character printed on it.

She tried them all, treating each bite like a grand discovery. Some flavors were met with enthusiastic nods, others with dramatic coughing fits that required Jess to fetch her a glass of water.

“I think I’ve hit a wall,” she confessed one evening, slumped over the dining table, an empty ramen cup beside her.

Jess, washing dishes, glanced over. “Already?”

She sighed. “I’m craving something more.”

The shift was inevitable. Instant ramen was thrilling, an adventure, but the soul wanted something deeper, something richer.

“I need real ramyun,” she declared.

The Kitchen Takeover Jess tried to talk her out of it. He told her that instant ramen was engineered for maximum flavor efficiency, that homemade ramyun required patience, and that what she was experiencing was simply an illusion of desire created by the drama in K-dramas.

Yongsun was unmoved.

So, with great reluctance, he found himself standing over the stove, boiling a rich broth from scratch, stirring in gochugaru and garlic, letting the scent fill the kitchen. He used fresh noodles instead of the instant ones, cracked an egg into the pot at the perfect moment, and plated it carefully, setting it before her with the kind of reverence one reserved for special occasions.

She took one bite, then another, her expression shifting into something resembling enlightenment.

This was love, she decided.

But with love came deeper hunger.

“Okay,” she said between bites. “Now I want japchae.”

Jess sighed. He should’ve known.

From there, the kitchen became a battlefield. Japchae was made, glass noodles stir-fried with sesame oil, vegetables, and beef, the soy sauce glistening under the light. Then came jjajangmyeon, the thick black bean sauce coating each strand of chewy noodles.

The more she ate, the more she craved. But then came a crisis—Jess’s ingredients began to dwindle.

The Kitchen Crisis The moment he realized it, his hands froze over the refrigerator handle. There were no more eggs, no meat, no green onions. The pantry had been raided, the reserves depleted.

For the first time, Yongsun seemed genuinely alarmed. She checked the cabinets herself, as if Jess had simply overlooked something. When she turned back to him, her expression was filled with something tragic.

She had no choice.

She would cook.

Jess tried to stop her. He knew where this would go. But she was determined, rolling up her sleeves, her movements filled with confidence.

She filled a pot with water and turned on the heat. So far, so good. Then she opened a pack of fresh noodles, inspecting them like a scientist. Jess watched in mild horror as she threw them in the water without checking the instructions, stirring aggressively.

A few minutes later, an unfamiliar burning smell filled the air.

His eyes widened. “Wait. How—how did you—”

She frowned at the pot. “Weird. I didn’t know water could burn.”

He stepped forward, peering into the pot, and saw… nothing. The water had somehow evaporated completely, leaving behind an unholy mess of scorched noodles.

Jess took a deep breath. “Yong, what did you do?”

She turned to him, solemn. “I don’t know. But I think I angered the noodles.”

It was clear that if this continued, disaster would strike again. With a resigned sigh, Jess nudged her away from the stove and took over before anything else could be ruined.

She didn’t argue, simply stepping aside with a casual, “Shhh. It’s my first time. Everyone makes mistakes.”

The Noodle Marathon and The Food Coma As if to make up for the failed experiment, she decided to try every noodle dish she could get her hands on.

Thai boat noodles, rich and spicy, earned an impressed nod. “9/10,” she said. “Needs a little more kick.”

Vietnamese pho was met with a sigh of satisfaction. “This broth is hugging my soul. 10/10.”

Palabok, the creamy Filipino noodle dish, was devoured in seconds. “Cheesy, umami, seafood goodness. 8/10, but could use more shrimp.”

Laksa made her pause, wiping sweat from her forehead. “It’s like a warm hug… but also a punch to the face. 9.5/10.”

Jess watched this all unfold, too exhausted to stop her. She had been eating for five straight hours. At some point, it stopped being impressive and became terrifying.

Eventually, she collapsed onto the couch, groaning.

"This is it,” she murmured. “I have become one with the noodles.”

Jess, sipping tea beside her, didn’t look up. “Told you not to overdo it.”

She closed her eyes dramatically. “Tell my story. Tell people I was a brave woman who followed her heart… and her stomach.”

The Inevitable Round Two For a brief moment, Jess thought she had finally reached her limit. That she had been satisfied.

But the next morning, she stretched, yawned, and said in the most casual voice—

“I think I’m ready for round two.”

Jess groaned.

Yongsun, however, had a different idea this time. Instead of demanding more, she turned to him with a bright smile.

“I ordered something for you too,” she announced.

A knock on the door.

Jess’s stomach twisted with dread.

The delivery man handed over a bag.

She clapped her hands excitedly. “Our spaghetti is here!”

Jess sighed, but as she pulled him into a hug, he knew the truth.

If love had a taste, Yongsun’s love was an endless bowl of noodles.

And no matter how much he protested, he would always, always eat with her.

[paraemporium]

Him eat ramen <3

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[bunnithechubs]

townie makeover 2.0

thank you for the suggestions: @waitingforspoons, @sojutrait, @socialtownie, & @nuttydragonbird ! 💗

[carpaltunnelofgirllove]

tony perry playing pete wentz in the roadies video thats it that’s the post

[phoenixmetaphor]

Oct 13 &

Oct 14 - Chreon Aquarium Date (prompt from @cerul-skyefrost ‘s ask to @thebrandywine 😛)

[ramencat12]

F4 zooble and c2 gangle?

EEEEEE FLUSTERED ZOOBLE (i wonder why-)

cuz of her-

[seyaryminamoto]

Scenes of a Peaceful World: Sokkla Saturdays 2024

Day Two - Pleasure

Rated: M

On FF.net//On AO3

The fire that burned in Sokka's throat would ease up in time… for now, though, it served as a painful but welcome reminder of what he had succeeded at doing on that momentous day.

Ten full courses of ramen were more than any normal person could handle. Spicy ramen? It was madness, but madness they had jumped into eagerly, with eyes wide open.

There was also the fact that, with the dragons' appearance, the whole matter had evolved into a full-blown festival in the streets of Firelight Town instead of a mere visit to the Dragon's Casserole – Jiare's restaurant. The name, naturally, pleased Xin Long: he and his draconic siblings basked in even more spicy ramen than Sokka or Azula had…

The kids had eaten recklessly as well, if not the spicy variety of ramen. They had gone to sleep already, in the room the three of them would share, while Sokka and Azula had their own quarters at the inn. Their social station merited the very best rooms for their family's use – and the parents certainly wanted privacy in case matters between them took the turn they often did…

It happened rather quickly after the mandatory nap resulting from eating in excess: Azula had woken Sokka upon leaving their bed to head to the bathroom. An attempt to cuddle and fall asleep again resulted in conversation, which then spiraled into far more intimacy than they'd meant to go for, just yet.

"I… I'm quite ready now," Azula laughed, legs spread, as her husband lapped at her folds greedily.

"You sure? I can go on for longer…"

"You've eaten a lot today, love… and I'd like some fun with another of your best assets now."

"Heh. One of my best assets, is it?" he smirked against her groin. Azula laughed. "My wife's a pervert."

"You're pleased that I am… don't pretend otherwise."

Sokka chuckled, rising over his wife on the bed, kissing her heartily. Their round of lovemaking took place once it was dark outside, with the voices and sounds of rambunctious laughter and song drifting upstairs from the inn's tavern and the town's streets. It only happened, too, because the children were fast asleep, and most likely would not wake until morning. Thus, hidden away within the room they had locked up, for good measure, they were free to indulge in their intimacy with abandon, with Sokka sitting with his back against the bed's headrest, the pillow cushioning his lower back, his legs flexed so Azula could sit on his lap, grinding against him as she rode his shaft.

She moved slowly, indulging in every blissful sensation, eyes half-lidded, lips parted and often engaged with his in long, lazy, deep kisses. Their motions, slow and smooth, starkly contrasted with those of their earlier years: quick bursts of energy, impulse, chasing a release as soon as possible, for who knew when would be the next time they could get away with their wild escapades?

No such troubles plagued them anymore. They could take their time now. They could savor the pleasure, beat by beat, without worrying about what the future might bring.

Sokka's hands roamed over her flanks, settling on her hips at times, dropping to her rear later, rising back to her breasts and fondling them mischievously, too. She swayed against him, arms locked around his neck, breathing deep as her sultry moans spilled out into their kisses.

"The more we do it this way… the more it grows on me…" Sokka chuckled, brushing his lips against her neck, sucking on it teasingly. Azula moaned and sighed, eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch fully.

"Maybe we're getting… old…?" Azula suggested, with a teasing smirk. Sokka chuckled.

"Good. That was the point," he smiled. "Growing old with you… spending our lives together."

"Ah… we did promise each other that, didn't we?" Azula chuckled, brushing his hair with her fingers before kissing him long and deep.

Pleasure rushed between them, coursing and rising, ebbing as their arousal built and soared. Sokka's hips thrusted upwards eagerly once he felt his release approaching, and Azula's panting, accompanied by her erotic moans, triggered his climax mere instants after she found her own.

They didn't stop kissing even so. Their closeness didn't cease, didn't diminish, as Azula slowed the thrusting to a halt gradually, pressing her body fully against his. Their lips hardly had parted when they smirked mischievously, at the same time.

"Always the best reward for finishing the Spicy Ramen Challenge," Azula decided. Sokka chuckled.

"Agreed," he said. "Though… I still finished first."

"While crying because the spice in the final bowl was too intense, yes…"

"Hey, now, Jiare amped it up just to give you an edge, I know she did…"

"You accuse our esteemed ramen connoisseur of being biased?" Azula gasped, feigning outrage. Sokka chuckled. "How dare you…!"

"She's biased, just as much as I am," Sokka smiled fondly, cupping Azula's cheek. "I love you."

"And I love you," Azula smiled. "I love picking unnecessary fights with you, too."

"I'm aware. Always have been," Sokka kissed her softly, pulling her close for a tight hug. "Just saying… if she's biased in your favor, it's something she and I have in common."

"Does that mean you relinquish the victory to me? Are you biased still, when it means you'd lose…?" Azula asked, amused. Sokka snorted.

"Hey, now. There are limits to my generosity…"

"No doubt," Azula laughed. Sokka chuckled, hoisting her off himself only to press her on her back against the mattress.

"I won't give up… but I know you won't, either," he said. "Meaning… we'll have to come back here next year to settle who won."

"Ah, next year, then?" Azula smirked. "I look forward to it."

Sokka dove in, as enticed by her smiles as ever: they were ready to seal that new deal in the most pleasant way, succumbing to each other one more time.

[stingray-clan]

Ramen: does he ever change his ways?

Even if Daedalus properly explained to Icarus how to fly,

nothing would have changed their fates;

there just simply wasn’t enough time

[thistaleisabloodyone]

Going back and rewatching the one series of videos on CL Live where Zin, with the help of staff and a seemingly shockingly large budget, pull pranks on the members, with hidden cameras and everything.

One of the pranks is to have fancy eel bentos delivered to the waiting room, but never enough for everyone. When it was Likiya and Rui, there was 1 fancy eel bento and Likiya was a good leader and left it for Rui. For Kazuma, Itsuki and Takuma, there was 1 fancy eel bento and we never see how that works out because someone had to go and find the hidden cameras.

(goddamn it, I can't help but love this man)

But then we get to what I have been calling the Little Shit Committee.

Makoto is not a part of the Little Shit Committee, he just wanted a fancy bento. And if he'd been paired with, like, Likiya, he would've gotten one, no fucking problem.

Unfortunately for him, he was paired with Riku and Kenta. Kenta, like, subtly stole the first one, while Riku and Makoto were distracted - Makoto talking to a staff member, Riku - staring at a mirror. Then they move back towards the tables and Makoto comes over and see Kenta's bento.

And you know what my beloved little shit goes and does? You know what Riku fucking does?

He steals the fucking bento as soon as Makoto turns towards the table. And then laughs as Makoto looks, honestly, kinda sad.

Baby, darling, buddy, I love you, what the fuck? 😂 Zin legit stands up and goes "Ehhh?" at the screen, and I don't blame him. Riku, bad senpai, bad.

Like, how long have you known Makoto? Because you were both in Exile Generations, so you presumably met him at some point in 2013, assuming you didn't meet him earlier. And you stole the bento out from under his nose? You little shit 😂

Look at this poor, sad child. They did go and get him a bento, which was lovely of them, considering they were about to prank them.

But, seriously. Makoto and the Little Shit Committee. Like, Kenta subtly taking the bento, fine. Riku, you stole the bento out from under Makoto's nose. Like, you didn't even seem to notice it existed until he saw Kenta's. You little jerk😂

[minhosimthings]

Hey y'all

Pro tip: When you're doing your chem or your math or literally anything for exam practice, pretend like you're the eight member of Enhypen and you're doing this challenge for an En o' clock episode. Trust me it works :)

[mothertucker2001]

Munchy May Day 11

[ohkaydani]

Plushie Ginjinka @ohkaycafe prompt; I picked my lil ramen cup that lives on top of my monitor 🍜

[ramenwithbroccoli]

Me to Giewont

siren's calls are getting weirder and weirder these days

[dandorishipping]

anyways it still bothers me how like 90% of sevika likers will only post abt her physical appearance and nothing else. like i see this all the time on twt like nothing abt her personality or anything else or like "BIG LADY CRUSH MY BONES" what if she just wants to go kayaking

[sellomaybe]