Winnie-zero - Uzro

love, steve

(au) love quinn × steve kemp

tw: explicit scenes

song: killing me softly by fugees

haunted by beyoncé (ty beyoncé)

film/show: you + fresh

software: capcut

disclaimer: i do not own the song (but i did remix it on my own) or any of the clips used. this is an original edit.

afab!reader

telling simon to get a hobby was the worst piece of advice price had ever given him. or it could be the best, depending on who you ask.

it was his fault, after all, that simon went out for a walk that day. it was one of the better options that price had suggested to him. start writing, go for a walk, build a fucking birdhouse for all I care. you need to have something to focus on. for your own good.

the forest was quiet, lush greenery dripping from the canopy above him. the telltale sounds of birds and small animals in the leaves accompanied the crunch of rocks and the occasional twig beneath his boots. he had wandered far in, any sounds from the nearby roads had long faded away. it certainly was peaceful, he’d admit that. he was enjoying the solitude – until it was gone.

simon only spotted her because she was wearing a long red skirt, draped across her legs as she leaned with her back against a tree. her head was down, long hair obscuring her face and preventing her from taking notice of him. he stopped in place, a good bit down the trail from where she sat. a bag sat next to her alongside a couple of pencils. she was sketching and he couldn’t help but watch her carefully mapping out the lines of the forest in front of her. she lifted her hand to tuck her hair away from her face and simon ducked into the treeline. blending in seamlessly with the foliage was something that was second nature at this point. just like riding a bike.

from here he could get a glimpse of her face. soulful eyes squinted down at the paper. a small wrinkle between her eyebrows. long, slender nose above her lips, one of which she had pulled between her teeth in concentration. such a soft and delicate thing – and so fucking unaware. a pang of irritation unexpectedly hit him at the thought that someone, a worse man than him – was there one? – could just walk up and grab you, harm you.

something to focus on.

and focus he did. another 10 minutes passed before she started packing her things and heading back down the trail he had just come from. a frown tugged at his lips as she walked past where he was tucked away in the trees, too lost in her own world to notice the dangerous man standing just feet away. this simply would not do.

it was her own fault, he concluded. he wouldn’t have to watch her every day if she didn’t walk around with her head in the clouds as if there wasn’t a possibility of danger around every corner. he wouldn’t have to steal that spare key if she hadn’t kept it under the welcome mat, of all fucking places. he wouldn’t have had to dig a grave for the man he caught trying to pop your kitchen window open in the middle of the night, either.

now this…this was a hobby.

a/n: stalker simon riley the man that you are

KATHRYN NEWTON as Jessica "Sammy" Hurney ABIGAIL (2024) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett

Jacob Portman

• Can you see them? 

• Stormy clouds 

Enoch o’Connor

• Find heaven 

• My heart is whole again 

• Is it truely you? 

•  First words // Au Soulmate

• Take my heart 

•  Burning to Ignite (Sibling of Jacob)

•  Powerful Love 

•  Tear me up 

• Hide and go seek love 

• Cuddles with you (+ also Charlie awae)

• A little gamble (Male!Reader)

• Stuck to you

• No pain

• Days like this

• A cat’s way

• To be truthful

Claire Densmore

• Game of survival (Sis!Reader x Claire)

Emma Bloom

• Stay forever (Fem!Reader)

THE PUNCH

In the midst of the intense battle against Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic, the atmosphere was tense and charged with magic. Spells were being cast left and right, and the air was thick with tension. Amidst it all, a young wizard named Glenn found himself feeling completely drained.

Rubbing his tired eyes, Glenn scratched his head with his wand, trying to shake off the weariness that had settled over him. Voldemort's voice droned on as he continued his speech, his words a twisted mix of arrogance and malevolence. Glenn couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation mingling with his exhaustion.

As Voldemort's speech reached its climax, the battle erupted into chaos. Spells collided, and the clash of magic filled the air. Glenn's mind was foggy from lack of sleep and hunger, and he felt a surge of frustration building within him.

Just as Voldemort raised his wand to cast a particularly powerful curse, Glenn's patience reached its breaking point. In a moment of boldness driven by irritation, he clenched his fist and swung it with all his might, connecting with Voldemort's face in a resounding punch.

The impact was unexpected and powerful, and Voldemort was knocked off balance. His wand fell from his hand as he stumbled backward, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. For a brief moment, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze as everyone stared in astonishment at what had just transpired.

Glenn stood there, his knuckles throbbing from the force of the punch, a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction on his face. He cracked his knuckles, wincing slightly at the pain. Then, without missing a beat, he looked up and noticed the wide-eyed stares and open mouths of those around him.

"Uh, yeah," Glenn muttered, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. "I mean, the guy was really getting on my nerves, and I just want to go home and take a nap."

His words were met with a mix of incredulous looks and amused chuckles from the other wizards and witches on the battlefield. Even Voldemort's loyal followers seemed taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

Glenn's actions had managed to knock Voldemort unconscious, leaving the Dark Lord sprawled on the floor. The battlefield was still for a moment, and then, as if shaken from a trance, the battle resumed with renewed vigor.

With Voldemort temporarily incapacitated, the tide of the battle began to turn in favor of the defenders. Glenn's unexpected punch had provided a much-needed morale boost and a break in the tension. Spells were cast, and the battle raged on, but there was a renewed sense of determination in the air.

And in the midst of it all, Glenn stood, his hand still throbbing from the punch, a tired but satisfied smile on his face. Sometimes, a well-timed punch was all it took to change the course of history, even in the magical world.

perfect marriage

joe goldberg × amy dunne

"i'm the cunt who married you."

song: perfect girl by mureux

movie/show: gone girl + you

software: capcut

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