#cute meet cute

[nesquiiksstuff]

raiden + reader

humble meet insecure

fluff

multiple chapters

bending over backwards day in and day out. nails chipped, fingers swollen and raw, hardly awake—just for that effort to be ruined by you dropping food and plates on the earthrealm champion’s clothing.

Working in the Empress's Castle was a privilege.

Cleaning royal linens, arranging the flowers for his majesty's mural, tending to the gardens, preparing for grand feasts—It was a grandios job that took multiple to function. You were but a small cog, which you were reminded of constantly. Not by who you would think, no one of the royal status would ever blink an eye at you unless you were out of line. It would be other members who had more... respectable jobs in the castle. Guards, Head Maids, even your own colleagues.

That was normally the case, but now there was added pressure. It was time for the tournament or most importantly the festival for the late emperor.

Three weeks of waking up before the crack of dawn and rehearsing table dressing, serving the food, the manner in which you speak-all must be perfect.

Every step you take must be apart of the well-oiled machine of premium servitude. During this time there would never be a moment where it didn't feel as if you were stepping on eggshells. Having the strength of Outworld tested meant that pride was also on the line. Government officials who would never make the effort to bend their necks to examine your work—were now up your backside to make sure everything is polished to quality expectations. Snide comments to your work ethic would also be the new normal throughout this strenuous time.

Thankfully, it was almost over. The evening banquet was shortly coming to a close after the General’s…outburst. Servants trailed in, gracefully picking up plates and silverware. It was almost like an performance with how much repetition of order to collecting dishes had been drilled into everyone’s head. Muscle memory served you well as you whisked away used appetizer plates and wine cups that littered the table. Before you could completely step away, a hand caught your wrist.

Quickly looking up to fix your gaze on an earthrealmer who had made himself comfortable near Princess Kitana seat. A uniform smile melted onto your face, tilting your head at the man.

“Is there something I can assist you with?”

You watch as his hand began to gesture towards the Princess with a charming smile unfurling from his lips. “If you’re not too busy, can you fetch Her Majesty and I some more of this delicious wine?” He exaggerated his words greatly as he spoke—It wasn’t hard to tell that everyone seating with him used to his dramatics, some even rolling their eyes.

Nodding along to his words, “Of course, right away, sir.”

Swiftly stepping away from the dinning table and into the hall. Carrying in your arms were dishes, carefully balanced onto two trays. You couldn’t help but be grateful for not being on kitchen duty—Probably one of the most stressful tasks during and after the banquet.

On this walk you find your mind wandering about the scenery. The gold statues were polished to a beautiful shine, large floral arrangements that compliment the accessorized purple carpet with brilliant green leaves. Even if Outworld didn't win the tournament, there would be a small success with aesthetics.

Eyes completely absorbed with the beauty that you work hard to maintain, that's how you missed the flash of white appearing out of the corner of the hall. You felt time freeze as you bumped into what it felt like a brick wall. At the speeds both of you were going you found yourself practically being repelled backwards. Frantically trying to regain your balance, not for the sake of yourself but more so for the fragile and expensive porcelain. What did not help was the stranger reaching out and gripping your right forearm, truly a valiant effort but simply made you lose your grip on that side of dishes. Even though all of this seemed to go down in slow motion—It didn’t. The plates and glasses clambered down onto the floor, with you along with it.

When you properly dropped onto the floor, the grip on your forearm had been released. Irritation and horror sunk in deep into your bones, your head snapped up to glare ahead at whoever knocked you over expecting to find a guard or another servant. That is not who you found…instead time paused once more, but this it was only for you. As the man infront of you scrambled to help you up with wide eyes.

“I deeply apologize, I didn’t realize that there would be anyone coming this way—“ He pulled you up, gentle hands at your shoulders. “—I’m so sorry.”

You had spent these weeks bending over backwards day in and day out. Nails chipped, fingers swollen and raw, hardly awake—Just for that effort to be ruined by you dropping food and plates on the Earthrealm Champion’s clothing. It was almost enough for you to drown in hysterics.

You can’t tell what gobsmacked you more, the fact that you made such a rookie mistake or that he was apologizing to you. His eyebrows were pinched, those brown eyes looking at you with worry. Realizing you’ve been stunned into silence for way to long to be deem appropriate, you nod before taking a step back.

“Nono! I should be the one apologizing, sir.” You assured quickly. Of course he had to be wearing white, the orange stains practicality glowed. Sweat beads began forming on the back of your neck as you were royally fucked. Everyone’s temper was surely flared with the scene that General Shao had caused, now a lowly servant had added onto the tension. The only thing you could do was damage control.

“I can have your shirt cleaned first thing in the morning, please allow me.”

He blinked at you owlishly. “I couldn’t possibly trouble you—“

“—Please sir, it’s the most considerate thing I could do for you!” You were beginning to panic as he refused your offer, your lips were thinned as you internally plead for him to accept your offer.

“I…Alright, I suppose that’s fair. But please allow me to help you pick this up.” He motioned towards the floor.

A part of you wanted to thank him profusely, the other part wanted him to stop before you cried. What the champion was doing was kind, of course…but utterly beneath him. Your mouth opened to dismiss the idea entirely, but he was already moving to collect the fallen plates. Deciding not to argue any further, you bent down to join him.

Together it was quick for the mess to be picked up. You tried to grab the majority of the dishes but he had insisted carrying some more. Leading him to the kitchen you both walked in silence, for the man it was perhaps comfortable, but you could only imagine the stares you would get once dropping off the dishes.

You entered the back kitchen door with your head hung low, ignoring how some of the idle chatter of the staff stopped once you and the earthrealmer came through. Looking back you motioned towards one of the countertops.

“Set them over here, sir.” You guided gently putting down the dishes with a soft clank. The man’s attention was drawn back to you, he was seemingly lost in the immensity which was the Empress’s kitchen.

“This is…impressive.” He said, astonishment written on his face. “Madame Bo would approve.”

You couldn’t help the prideful smirk that curled on your lips. “Of course, everything is high end in this palace.” Nothing but the best in these walls.

The champion had let out a short laugh and nodded at your words. “I can’t say I disagree.”

The two of you worm your way out of the kitchen, now back into the hallway you turned to face him, holding out your hands. It took him a moment for him to catch onto what you were motioning for. His face scrunched up, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry…I would need another shirt.” He explained, playing with the tips of his fingers.

You battered your lashes before nodding in agreement. Before you could completely turn in your heels, “I have to inform you…We might not have anything up to the same quality of your original shirt—“ You absentmindedly rubbed your hands together as you spoke. “—But, I’ll make sure to have your shirt returned to you before anything else tomorrow.”

He looked confused as you told him before his face warped into one of amusement. “Oh, that old thing is just a working shirt…I’m not one to carry anything gaudy.” You couldn’t help how your lips formed in an ‘O’ as you slowly nodded.

You fully faced forward as you led him to a nearby but hidden closet. Storing equipment for the chefs in the kitchen. Luckily they had extra clothing, for whenever they needed a change of uniform. Shuffling through the white shirts you found one similar to his size before handing it over to him.

“Here you go, Sir. The bathrooms are not far, but if you need me to lead you—“

He shook his head, “—No, I was just there before..I knocked into you.” The man gave an apologetic smile before taking the shirt in hand.

It wasn’t completely similar to the one he was wearing now, but it’ll definitely get the job done. The man dismissed himself to the bathroom down the hall, and you waited patiently (albeit nervously considering you gave a guest serving linens). It wouldn’t take him long to return with the ruined work shirt.

“I feel as if I should still apologize, I’m truly am sorry.”

“Nonsense, sir. I should’ve been more careful.”

The champion still seemed unsure as he handed you the shirt, his eyebrows creasing further with guilt. In all honesty…You found it amusing how humble he was. Perhaps you shouldn’t be so surprised, Lord Liu Kang never seemed the type of be pretentious so why would his champion.

“Please, enjoy the banquet while you still can. And if you could, inform your friend I’ll be there with his wine.”

He nodded, a smile etching back onto his warm features.

“Of course, have a goodnight.”

The man walked away, back into the chattering dining hall. With you alone your fingertips play with the rough fabric in your hands.

“He was right…This isn’t high quality at all.”

end of pg. 1

errmm baby’s first fic i hope you guys enjoyed!! if the grammar is off please just comment and i’ll fix it, i wrote this in one take and i’m sick + dyslexic so be patient 🙏🙏. anyways im hoping for this to be multiple parts if people decently enjoy…i pinky promise to give the reader more personality besides being anxious abt work. okay byeee :p

[c-tepx]

NEVERMIND THE MEETING HAPPENED

found the screenshot from the adventure bible and I'm obsessed

i knew girls are gonna dress up!! look at flertom! she's ready to charm that dwarf bachelor

mayjack seem to be wearing her "prettier" shirt and just regular boots. just like her dad. cute

puckpatti even brought some flowers!

[lazylittledragon]

this got out of hand really fast

context:

[deancasforcutie]

fuck dude he sure is <3

[simonbrain]

simon being delusional and pretending he's in a relationship with you because he has no game and can't work up the courage to approach you. maybe you're someone average and unimportant—like the waitress at the pub he frequents—but you've caught his attention, and he can't stop thinking about you.

he hasn't really interacted with you because he's always sitting at the bar with the rest of the boys, but you're sweet and polite, and he can't help the flurry of daydreams that rush through his mind.

he thinks about taking you home after your shift and nodding as if he's listening to you ramble about your night, but really he's concentrating on the soft rumble of your voice. he thinks about cleaning your tired face in the bathroom while you're perched up on the sink, a hand cupping your face to keep you upright while he quietly admires your pretty features. he thinks about dragging you into bed and holding you close to him, offering all the warmth you deserve as you curl up against his side.

he's got his head so far up his arse that when you actually approach this intimidating man who's been boring holes into your head to ask if he's alright, he kind of just short-circuits because you're actually speaking to him? there's no way his perfect girl is right here in front of him. he must be dreaming.

he doesn't realise he's just staring until you clear your throat and nervously say if he should ever need your help, to just ask. and then you're speed-walking off, praying he doesn't take you up on your offer. meanwhile, he's mentally playing russian roulette with a fully loaded gun because how did he fuck that up?

[hinamie]

long way home

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Dead Tired Coffeeshop Accident

For one reason or another, Danny is now living in Gotham and working in a coffeeshop. For one reason or another, Tim frequents the same coffeeshop.

Now, both of them are honest to god messes who treat sleep like a grave enemy. Meaning they both survive on coffee, spite, energy drinks, and their respective hyperfocuses.

They don't even talk, really, they just see each other from time to time: Tim knows the barista who looks like he's been dead for weeks is named Danny, and Danny knows how to make Tim's Death Wish with his eyes closed, but other than that, they are just strangers who largely don't care about each other.

That is, until one time after his patrol, Tim comes to the said coffeeshop in his Red Robin gear. He doesn't even think about it, he simply needs coffee. He comes to the counter. He orders. His voice is tired and emotionless. He just wants his coffee and maybe stare at a wall for a few hours until his brain reboots. Danny takes his order without even looking at him. He has been sitting and staring at a wall for a few hours, night shifts are literally killing him.

They are both so done.

Red Robin waits for his coffee. Danny makes it almost automatically, his mind elsewhere. The coffeeshop is empty, save for them two. It's four in the morning. Nothing feels real.

Danny sets the cup on the counter.

"One Death Wish for Tim," he says out of a habit, not fully registering they are alone, and he doesn't need to do that.

Tim takes the coffee without thinking, nods a silent 'thank you'. Brings the cup up to his mouth-

And notices a glove on his own hand.

He is in Red Robin get up.

He freezes and looks at the barista, who is cleaning the coffeemachine. Danny, noticing him looking, also looks back at him. Did he make the wrong order? He knows Tim's soul, he's seen it a lot, he couldn't have mistaken him for anyone else, but maybe he forgot to add syrup?..

There's a domino mask on Tim's face. A vigilante domino mask.

They stare at each other. No one moves. No one blinks. The sun is rising somewhere over the city.

Tim takes a sip of his coffee. Danny goes back to cleaning the coffeemachine.

They never speak of this again, but Tim becomes a regular here in both of his personas.

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that percy and annabeth have a relationship contract they made after they got together once the war came to pass. they outlined it on paper in percy's bedroom. typed up a final draft using sally's laptop. and printed out and laminated it at the local library on their two month anniversary. and they abide by it like it's the law.

[sentient-stove]

“Do you remember when I sold my soul a few years back?”

The tapping at the keyboard did not still. “Yes of cour— Tim, you sold your soul?”

“Oh my god, you forgot.” He dramatically threw a hand against his chest, collapsing sideways out of the chair to land on the cave floor. “I’m wounded. In my cold, soulless heart, shot straight through it. You forgot I sold my soul. Dick, how could you?”

“It’s been a hectic few years-“

“It’s my soul Richard Greyson. Isn’t that important? I sold my soul to the Ghost King and now it’s apparently changed hands.”

“The Ghost King sold your already sold soul?!?”

Tim sat back up, using the BatDesk to pull himself to his feet. “Nah, apparently the og king got bested in combat and the new king now owns it. He sent me a letter. So we could meet. And potentially discuss me repossessing my soul. Anyway, are you free Thursday cause that’s when he’s picking me up and he said I could bring a friend. Cissie already said no, so you’re the next on my list.”

Dick had long since abandoned whatever report he’d been working on and was staring at Tim with what could only be described as ‘major concern.’ “Can we please backtrack to the fact you sold your soul to a Cthulhu-like entity?”

“No.”

…

Meme under the cut

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

Diabetic Steve who is at a Dairy Queen with Robin after he went with her to an all girl punk band that’s she’s been wanting to see for years. Steve had been feeling weird all day but he didn’t want to bail at the last second because he knew that Robin would just cancel everything to take care of Steve.

(Steve would do the same for her).

Steve plops down into a booth while Robin goes to order them food. He pulls out his pod and winces when he sees his glucose level.

64 and going down. Not a good sign.

Just to be sure he pricks his finger and holy shit, he’s actually at 43. It’s at that moment, when Steve is wiping his finger with the alcohol wipe, that his phone decides to loudly beep to alert him that, “hey you’re crashing pretty hard and fast— take care of it soon!!”

Steve is rifling through his bag while Robin is already trying to rush their orders.

“Shit,” Steve mumbles to himself. “I’m out of fucking juice.”

His hands start to shake and Robin begins to freak out. Steve is always so in control of his diabetes, she’s never seen him like this. So, Robin does what any other person would do and grabs the largest blizzard she has ever seen on the online orders tray and runs over to her best friend.

“Here! Have this, I’m going to try to get you some apple juice!”

Steve just nods his head and slowly spoons some of it into his mouth.

“This tastes like shit, by the way.”

“You’re welcome, dingus. Now shut up and eat.”

The worker behind the counter comes over and starts talking to Robin after she sits in front of Steve. Steve can’t really make anything out right now since he’s trying to focus on making his hands work. But, he thinks he hears the mention of calling 911 and an ambulance.

Time passes a little slower after that. Steve somehow manages to get down enough of the ice cream that he is slowly rising again.

57 after he pricked. Thank god.

It’s at that moment that Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin, walks in. He went to his best friend’s, Chrissy’s, show and needed a pick-me-up after helping her lug all of her equipment back into their vehicle.

He goes over to the online orders tray and it’s empty. He doesn’t really mind waiting. He walks over to the counter and sees that the worker is extremely frantic as she sorts some shit out.

“Hey,” he starts, his fingers tapping the fake granite counter top. “Just checking, I’m here to pick up an order for Edmundo and it’s not on the tray. Do you know when it will be ready?” He flashes an awkward smile and the worker just points to the table behind him.

“We’re working on it. Your nightmare of a blizzard was needed for something else. Give us five minutes.”

Eddie nods and slowly turned around, where he sees the most gorgeous man eating his blizzard. Reluctantly, he might add. The man has on a light pink t-shirt and brown corduroy pants, thick lensed glasses sliding down his nose. The woman across from him was clad in funky colors and had a dirty blonde bob. She was talking extremely fast and gesturing with her hands a bunch.

Chrissy would love her.

He walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.

“How’s my blizzard?”

He slowly looks up and Eddie is met with honey brown eyes and beauty marks for days. A straight nose and an angular jawline. Jesus Christ.

The woman looks like she’s about to say something, but the guy beats her to it. “It tastes like if a unicorn threw up in my mouth, but it prevented me from passing out. So… thanks.” He smiles. “I’m Steve.”

Eddie needs to become Steve’s husband immediately.

“And I’m in love.” He pauses and then sees the look of glee on Steve’s face. “EDDIE. My name is Eddie.”

“It’s nice to meet you Eddie. Are you free tomorrow?”

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby meets Cassie’s favorite FNAF animatronic Roxy!

[californiatowhee]

what do you mean turnabout goodbyes isn't a christmas romcom

(insp: the netflix christmas masterpiece known as hot frosty)

[weedle-testaburger]

you'd better all acknowledge the most important things from that finale, by which i of course mean this:

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny running into a room: Hide me!

Tim: Under my desk! Quick!

Danny: *Jumping the desk* Thank you!

Security Guard running in: Mr. Drake-Wayne! Have you seen a suspicious man pass through here?

Tim: Hmm? No. Is something happening?

Security Guard: A while ago, someone reported that a homeless man was found sleeping in one of our less used bathrooms. It looks like he had been staying there for a while. He had an entire camp set up. He ran as soon as the security was called but we think he's still in the building.

Tim: Wow that's crazy. Hope you catch him

Security Guard: Thank you. I suggest you move down to level 1 until we're sure he's not a danger.

Tim: Of course. I'll be right there.

Tim: *Moving his wheel chair back to stare into Danny's eyes* He's gone.

Danny: Thank you so much for hiding me.

Tim: You're welcome. Take off your clothes

Danny: Excuse me?

Tim: Switch into one of my spare suits. We're going to pretend you're my guest and walked you right pass security.

Danny: Who keeps seven spair complete suits at work?

Tim: *Holding up two ties* I do. Now, this Aqua blue makes your eyes pop, but this classic black with silver stripes gives you a mysterious aura. What are we feeling?

Danny: ....the blue one is nice.

[nonomives]

I did something

[lazylittledragon]

mombin pt 6 and look who showed up

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