Full Time Simp

The dullness of the sheets feels starkly contrasted by the glow of the candlelight that illuminates the room. You lay on the mattress with a sheet pressed tightly to your chest, your heart still racing. The floorboards creek under every subtle shift of weight that is not anything out of the ordinary for this place.

Through the door that remains closed you can hear wanton moans, as much of a show as the music that filters through the floor. There it is, the usual noises that linger in the saloon, that plague the working girls and you are no exception.

Your fingers tighten on the sheets as your eyes are trained on the roof above you. Wood that’s knotted and marred by age, a window that’s stained by time yet gives a clear glimpse at the darkness of the night.

It’s the first prick of tears that befalls your eyes that finally draws your guest to move. The way you shift and the way your throat tightens, the sorrowing whimper that hangs in the mix of noise that fills every inch of the saloon.

You turn your head and look at the few stars that are visible through the glass. Your mind wanders as you take in their implicit beauty, the marvellousness of something you wished you could touch but could never obtain.

“I gave you extra.” It’s the smoothness of his voice and the dipping of the bed that grounds you again, that stirs your attention back into focus. “Should be enough for a new dress-”

“Don’t do that.” Your voice betrays your mind and you turn your head, you face him as he sits on the edge. “Don’t give me extra.”

His eyebrows furrow, heavy on his forehead and his fingers curl against the mattress. You smell the whiskey and the smoke from his cigar, you smell the lingering stench of gunpowder that remains ever present. It’s just one more addition to this man that makes him more complex than you care to imagine.

“You deserve it.” He reaches for you and you turn over, you turn away from him as tears sting your eyes and your heart aches.

It burns deep into your chest with regret and a disappointment in yourself. It had come to this, to you letting seed stain the sheets and fall ill between your legs. You have allowed yourself to muddy the feeling of love and passion until it is nothing but a bitter ash that taints everything it touches.

Your mother is gone, your father is gone and you are a working woman.

“Y/N don’t do that.” He scolds you, his tone shifts and there’s an edge to it that almost makes you reconsider speaking back to him. “Take the money.”

“You’ve already paid me, you don’t need to act like this is more than…”

“Than what?” John Price, the sheriff and your father’s friend, has bedded you multiple times.

So has Johnny and Simon and Kyle.

The four of them are on rotation and you are just a warm wet hole for them to sink into.

“…than you paying a whore for her time.” Your throat constricts and your eyes are screwed closed. You feel the lump in your throat painfully lodged there like it could very well cut off your air supply.

A part of you wishes that it would.

“Fuck, stop sayin’ that-”

“You paid me for my body.” You whisper in the quietude of the room, your eyes leaking hot and heavy tears that roll down your cheeks. “I’m a whore.”

“Y/N-”

“Stop.” You finally sit up, you have to lest you choke on the bile that seems to creep up your throat. “Don’t try and make it better, I don’t need you to comfort me.”

“Look at me-”

“You had your fun, you paid me. Get out.” Your heart is aching, your hands feel like they’d been turned to ice. You want to throw up and scream all at once, you want to scrub your skin raw and remove every part of yourself that can feel.

You don’t want to feel this anymore. You don’t want to feel like every valuable piece of you has been stripped away, because what happens after?

What happens after they leave you alone? What will happen to you when your body has been taken enough that you are seen as nothing but an object?

Perhaps it was already too late.

This isn’t what you wanted for yourself. This isn’t what any woman would want in this life but what other option did you have? This town was small and every good man was taken, every other that remained was a miserable man who would fall into the drink and take it out on you.

Which was worse then? To lose every part of yourself that you valued or to become someone’s punching bag?

“Love-”

“Get out.” You can’t face him, you can’t look at him without furthering your emotional breakdown. “Just go, please just go.”

Gone is the force of your voice, all that’s left is the begging. And the begging is incomplete without your cheeks inevitably being stained by tears.

He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t hesitate now. He stands and grabs his clothes, shoving them on his body. While you remain sitting up, you stare out the window as he gets ready to leave. You see glimpses of him in the reflection of the window as he moves toward the door, pausing at the bills that remain on the dresser.

“I think the four of you need to find a new girl.” You mumble lowly as he rests his hand on top of the bills, only to remove them as you speak. “There’s a new one coming next week, she’ll be good for you.”

John doesn’t say anything in exchange. John opens the door with force and steps outside of the room, hesitating for a single moment. Through the now open door, you can hear Johnny’s voice followed by the clinking of glasses and rowdy crowd of men willing to be entertained.

“You let other men, other than us four, touch you, I’ll bloody well kill ‘em. We all will.” And then he slams the door behind him, with enough force to rattle the floorboards.

The Justice League Generation, Act 1, scene 1:

The Kent apartment was on the top floor of their building with large windows, looking out on the city of Metropolis. Jon liked to keep his bed pushed against the glass, so when his morning alarm went off, the first thing he saw was the glitter of skyscrapers and occasionally a figure in a red cape soaring between them.

This morning he stayed in bed longer than usual, searching the skyline until his mom shouted from the hall. “You’re going to be late, kid!”

Nikolai being obsessed with a princess. So obsessed he kills her fiance, a prince, and leaves his crown on her bed as a show no matter what title another man could have, the princess belonged to him

Nikolai couldn’t spare himself any morsel of guilt. He couldn’t bring himself to find any remorse over removing the object in his way. There was nothing that would have changed his mind, that would have altered the course he was taking to secure his princess’ future.

The prince you were meant to marry was an obstacle that Nikolai wouldn’t allow to get in the way of what he wanted. Of what he needed. No one, no army or dignitary in the world would be able to keep Nikolai from his princess.

Nikolai’s obsession started when he was contracted to be a pilot for you, the princess was on a good will trip as part of your duties as a royal. The good will trip had been successful until a threat had risen against the royal family, and there was an unsettling target placed on your back.

Nikolai was contracted to keep you safe, to escort you back home. Your life was in his hands, the Russian pilot was responsible for not just escorting you out of the danger zone but keeping you hidden from the unseen threats and assassin’s that were sent to kill you. With your life in his hands, even temporarily, Nikolai had been settled with a task that extended beyond one trip.

He might have successfully piloted you out of the danger zone and back to the security of your home, but Nikolai wasn’t done with you. Meeting you sparked something, it settled deep into his chest, filling spaces like a toxin that was as necessary as air.

Months after that first piloting trip and an obsession wasn’t just growing but it was thriving. Your engagement to a man who couldn’t keep you safe was a blaring reminder that only Nikolai could keep the little princess safe.

Only Nikolai could safeguard you from the world.

The prince had to be removed, and he had been. You were given his crown as a present, or maybe even a trophy of Nikolai’s devotion to you. The engagement that would have ended with you celebrating your marriage in public while your husband fucked around behind the scenes, was over before it could begin.

Nikolai did what he had to do to keep you from experiencing that pain. And a week after your fiancé’s body had been found, the crown was set upon your pillow. You woke in the morning to see it sitting on your bed with a dozen white roses, a gift for you from him.

I didn’t…..so I made some for you! Let me know if you want others (either for specific characters or couples), they were fun to make!

aka Teen Titans Next Gen ig-

It should be noted that this is set in an alt universe that is similar to Earth-22 (aka. the Kingdom Come universe) in terms of plot line. However there are some added characters that either do not exist in that timeline or are fan children of pre existing Titans. All of the names in italic are OCs.

Joshaya head cannons

•Once or twice a month they meet, spend time together (with their friends)

•Josh has had dinner at the Hunter house, Shawn and Katy love him (Even so they let him know that he must be careful With little Mayaboushka)

“I'm watching you Spawn Matthews”

“Come on Shawn, you and I are like cool cousins, you tried to change my diapers, what's changed now?”

“that you are in a 'we will see' with My adopts child”

“Don't worry dad, if he breaks my heart, his face will be stuck in the floor for my babies." She pointed to his high heels.

“That's My Dwarf Girl”

“i had a little scary”

•Maya goes to her university events, conferences, thesis exhibitions, no matter how boring the antics are she will be there trying not to fall asleep,But if there is some kind of sporting event Josh will be forced to attend, it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand them or doesn't like them, he is a little less enthusiastic than the girl But he makes sure that she doesn't get into fights With those on the opposite tribune

•Likewise, when he discovered that his future girl was an artist, he became his greatest ally (he and Riley constantly compete to see who is the number one fan). He gives her everything she needs In order for her to continue creating, and even materials to experiment with, is she going to exhibit her works at school? He arrived an hour before her and is organizing the space, he has even introduced her to The university artists, so that she continues to grow In the area

“Maybe you can study here, we would see each other daily”

“When I enter, you will be leaving, if at most we would spend a year together” He approached her in a flirtatious manner

“It would be a great year” it was a change of roles now Maya was nervous, she smiled shyly

“Yes, it would be”

•As it was said at the beginning they spend time with each other's group of friends, Josh tends to be a little ignored in Maya's, while in his she is like the favorite

•But the two of them also go out, they go to concerts, the movies, festivals, fairs, anything that screams fun means that Maya will be taking it, although generally they both contribute ideas of where to spend the time,Included in activities that only one of them likes

•What happens on Theirs outings?

Cinema:

~Maya starts an argument in the middle of the movie about what will happen next and how it will end, Josh tries to warn her, but people end up yelling at him and throwing food at him to make him shut up(She'll end up complaining about this, then they'll both laugh)

~When leaving the cinema they will eat whatever comes their way

Concerts:

~Maya will make them something related to the band(s) they are going to see, whether it be a bracelet, a pin, a ribbon, or a kerchief

“It is necessary?"

“Of course it is” (He would prefer to buy them, but oh well,Sometimes it does)

~Josh will carry her on his shoulders so she can see

Park:

~They fed the ducks,Or they'll give Ginger a little spin and pet other people's pets.

~Maya will draw everything she finds interesting, Josh will advise her to draw people for 5 dollars, it will be fine for her.

~They will take advantage to make the market

Amusement park

~They will save enough to go to all the games, literally all of them, that's why they don't go very often, but it's part of their goal list to go 3 times a year

~Many photos will be taken

~They will give away what they get in the games

“Why do you think that a philosophy student Would you have a little cow with a bow and a dress in your room?

“With your face I wouldn't be surprised if you still use a pacifier and bib to eat.

(Delight with these cuteness)😍🤩😊☺️

~Josh will carry Maya while she points out where to go (he will also carry her if she doesn't want to walk anymore or if she is very tired, he offers to do it, more than she asks).

•Maya doesn't waste the opportunity to pretend she's lost, she's amused to see Josh scared, but most of the time he'll notice, and make her believe she's really lost, just to scare her From behind before she calls him.

•She likes to give him constant playful hits on the shoulder or stomach, when he is being very nerdy, very deep, or rather when he is being himself.

•we said that That Josh is going to eat at Maya's house, but the Matthews grandparents (Amy and Allan) love having Maya at home, you could say that Amy would be a better daughter-in-law with her than with Topanga (Amy sucks at Christmas or Thanksgiving dinner at girl meets world, okay? Good)They even talk to Josh about why he shouldn't break a person's heart with that backstory.

“I have learned everything I need to know about the failed relationships of Eric, Morgan, Shawn, and even the infidelity and love drama of America's sweethearts... Yours love story is almost a mystery and frankly I am not interested, I am already raised, I will be the perfectly human right for her, I have been clear about that from the beginning.”

“Wait, wait, wait!!, that's too much” Amy warned him

“We were talking about being the good high school rebound Partner, everyone has had one” Amy looked at him confused and intrigued “Have you thought about marrying her?!”

helen of troy! reader sitting pretty at the lake boardwalk , admiring the sunset

paris!König notices someone else is stunned by her beauty . He can’t blame them

but könig doesn’t need any low class scum talking to his best friend/future fiancé. So he sneaks behind them and pushes them into the water

(my brother law pushed the poor bastard into shallow water so he was fine, but it was funny nonetheless )

That’s hilarious, your brother in law is amazing for that

He watches from nearby as someone slows down to pass by you, even doing a double take as they move. König watches with heightened interest, a hawk watching prey before it decides to strike, to see if it is a one time thing. When that bastard, not that König blames him, does an act like he forget something down the path to turn around, König has to intervene.

This is his future wife, his best friend and no one will be setting their sights on you. Not in the way that this random man is, not how he’s turning around to look at you, to watch you with his eyes.

König can see you, you’re peacefully reading a book with no care to the outside world. You’re angelic, a beautiful woman that steals attention without even knowing it.

König waits until the man is near the lake and then he walks closer, stepping between you and this man. It’s a simple stumble, or so König makes it look that way, tripping over his own feet to send the poor bastard into the shallow end of the lake.

König apologizes, only once, as the man sputters and coughs from the mere shock. König doesn’t linger, he doesn’t care to, all he cares about is you.

“Are you okay?” You apparently watched the scene where he nearly slipped, where he had stumbled and your care was focused on him. “König-”

“Heavy night of drinking,” he makes the excuse with a grin, waving you off, “how is my girl doing today?”

“Your girl?” You close your book with a snap and set it aside, resting your hands against the edge of the lake bench you’re sitting on.

“Helen of Troy, my Pretty Girl-”

“The face that launched a thousand ships?” You seem incredulous about the claim but König isn’t. He knows you’re beautiful, inside and out, he knows you draw attention and you deserve to.

“Ja, schatz.” König comes to sit next to you, watching the man he shoved standing on the dock, ringing out his shirt. “You are my Pretty Girl, rechts?”

You seem bashful about his claim but don’t try and argue. Instead you inch closer to him, book still by your thigh, and nudge him lightly.

“I never thanked you properly for saving me from that bad date almost a month ago.” You look at him and he melts. He’s weak for you, he’d burn the world over twice if you asked.

“Dinner,” he suggests, draping an arm across your shoulders, “we’ll go to dinner.”

“And I’ll pay?” You suggest, looking up at him.

So, we established that Simon's ballerina and konig's best friend are also great friends with each other and likes to prank their men. Hear me out: break up prank

I can think of them doing it on like their house, like putting clothes in the luggage and saying like "this isn't working" but theres a camera like for tiktok, OR since they know their men, they can't really do it in person coz they're fucked, so they have this mini date like chilling in spas or something, just a girls' day, and they dared each other to prank their man, and then through a text message/phone call they just say "let's break up" or may be "this isn't working, good bye" or idk whatever you feel like

I just wanna see some shit happen 😍🫢😂

Two minutes until he’s home, tell me later how it goes with you

You shove clothes into the luggage on the bed, stuffing as much as you can as hastily as you can inside. The sleek black suitcases were an expense that you felt overstated. You hadn’t understood why Simon spent so much on the suitcases when he bought them. In your opinion a fifty dollar suitcase could do the same thing as a thousand dollar suitcase.

But now you were using this expensive luggage to pull a prank on your husband because he was an ass. You loved him, you learned to love him, but he was an ass and he admitted it.

Plus, considering the last prank you pulled resulted in you being on the receiving end of his very thorough attention, you wanted to do it again. Not that you would give him the satisfaction of asking.

“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice and the gaze that bears down on the back of your neck, makes you freeze. “Why the fuck are you packing?”

“This isn’t working, I can’t do this anymore.” You finally and slowly turn to look his way, to face him, with a slightly pinched expression on your face.

“What…fuck, what? Can’t do what?” His eyebrows furrow and he stares at you from the threshold of the bedroom. His eyes, which seem unreadable as he analyzed every piece of this situation, quickly become unguarded. And the cold depths that you’ve seen so many times when he looks at other people, his default even with you, become something that aches you.

Vulnerability and insecurity.

“Can’t do this, can’t do this marriage?” He asks with a high voice, his jaw tickling and clenching, and any anger he has isn’t focused upon you.

“Simon-” you reach for the luggage strap to act as some balance beam to keep you standing where you are—because you feel like the ground is going to swallow you whole when he looks at you like that.

When he hears his voice he leaves the bedroom, and you think the conversation is over entirely. Your fingers grip the leather patented handle of this expensive luggage, wondering if he will come back. Your inner question is answered when he comes back into the bedroom with a pocket knife, his hand holding the hilt tightly.

“What are you doing?” Your eyes grow wide, your lips part in shock as he approaches you with a resolution.

“I want you to take the knife and carve your name into my heart.” He speaks with absolution, nothing that makes you believe this is a joke to him.

“I’m not doing that-”

“You can’t do this marriage anymore,” Simon’s voice cracks with emotion, and he holds the knife out to you. “You have no fucking idea what you mean to me. Carve your name into my heart because it’s yours.”

“Simon it was a joke, it was a prank, I wasn’t-” his hand steadies yours, and there’s recognition in his eyes but he won’t stop.

“You are everything to me, my wife, my…” he stops, his jaw tickling and clenching again. He tenses, as if this is entirely new territory for him and this is the first time he’s been so open with anyone.

“It was a joke.” You mumble weakly, your eyes searching his as your own emotions start to climb. “Simon I wouldn’t-”

“You are my life.” His hand clutches yours and he stares deep into your eyes, enchanting you while speaking a deep truth that only you are privy too. “If you want to leave, give me something of yours to keep. Rip open my chest and carve your name into my heart so I can keep you close.”

The knife in his hand is knocked away by your own hand, and you inch forward until you can press your palms to his chest. There’s fear there, real and raw, drawing close to the surface, ultimately uncovering just how much you meant to him.

“I won’t leave you, it was supposed to be a funny prank. I thought you’d react differently.” When you press your hand to his cheek, Simon turns his head to kiss into your palm. His lips graze your skin and his eyes flutter shut, a moment of peace between you. Where you expected the same reaction he had given you with the last prank, Simon felt true fear.

He felt like his wife would actually leave him, after everything he has done and all the bad shit that plagued him.