killed from over feels

Breaking Bad sentence starters

❝ Fuck you! And your eyebrows! ❞
❝ No one’s looking for you. ❞
❝ Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much, but _____? I didn’t picture that. ❞
❝ I do not like it when you don’t talk to me. The worst thing you can do is shut me out. ❞
❝ After we finish cleaning up this mess, we will go our separate ways. ❞
❝ Right now, what I need is for you to climb down out of my ass. Can you do that? ❞
❝ I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but trust me, this line of work doesn’t suit you. ❞
❝ I don’t want him/her to die at all! That’s the whole point of this! So either help, or leave! ❞
❝ I don’t imagine I’ll be here very long. ❞
❝ Where did that come from? And why was it so damn good? ❞
❝ Are we just gonna grow a magic beanstalk? ❞
❝ We tried to poison you. We tried to poison you because you are an insane, degenerate piece of filth and you deserve to die. ❞
❝ I don’t even know what to say to you. I don’t even know where to begin. ❞
❝ What happened to you? Really, what happened? Because this isn’t you. ❞
❝ I have spent my whole life scared. Frightened of things that could happen; might happen; might not happen. But I came to realize it’s that fear is the worst of it, that’s the real enemy. ❞
❝ This only works if they’re scared of you. ❞
❝ Is this just a genetic thing with you? Is it congenital? Did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby? ❞
❝ You go marching out there, and within an hour, you’ll be dead. ❞
❝ I wanted to say that — I’m not exactly sure who that was yesterday, but it wasn’t me. ❞
❝ You either run from things, or you face them. ❞
❝ We have discussed everything we need to discuss. I thought I made myself very clear. ❞
❝ I can’t be the bad guy. ❞
❝ What’s wrong with spicing things up a little bit? ❞
❝ You know, sometimes it doesn’t hurt to have someone watching your back. ❞
❝ Facing death changes a person. It has to, don’t you think? ❞
❝ A man provides. And he does it even when he’s not appreciated, or respected, or even loved. He simply bears up and he does it. Because he’s a man. ❞
❝ This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed! ❞
❝ I’m not turning down the money, I’m turning down you! ❞
❝ Ever since I met you, everything I’ve ever cared about is gone. Ruined, turned to shit, dead.. I have never been more alone, I have nothing! No one! ❞
❝ So that’s your — flysaber? ❞
❝ Aww, that was so sweet, I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit. ❞
❝ My advice? Never make the same mistake twice. ❞
❝ If you need assurance, I assure you I can kill you from way over here, if it make you feel any better. ❞
❝ If I can’t kill you, you’ll sure as shit wish you were dead. ❞
❝ You aren’t going to kill that dude in there. You know how I know? ‘cause you went to the trouble of putting a blindfold on him. ❞
❝ How did everything get so screwed up? ❞
❝ I am not in danger. I am the danger. A man opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks! ❞
❝ I like to think I see things in people. ❞
❝ You’ve signed my death warrant. And now you want advice? ❞
❝ I will kill your wife/husband. I will kill your son/daughter. I will kill your infant son/daughter. ❞
❝ I alone should suffer the consequences of my choices. No one else. ❞

3

“That last pitch was good. They can’t hit your pitch past the fence if it’s that low. The important thing isn’t to prevent every hit. It’s what you do after they hit. You’re starting to pitch like an ace.

Widow’s Kiss

WidowReaper Week: Day 2 — Weapon of Choice


Fear in the smallest increment his mangled soul can produce swallows his mind. He shadows the would-be killer. Quietly stopping him before he reaches the top of the stairway to the building Widowmaker makes her nest on. Consuming the soul, the little rush of life he feels from killing clouds his judgement.

His mind hovers over the image of her sharp irises, and the what-if of the situation. It’s rare, even near impossible, to feel anything but his rage and revenge. Yet, the sharp point of apprehension still pricks at his ribcage. The emotion finding a place in his chest all her doing.

Stomping on the steps, the noise will bring her attention to his arrive. His footsteps are as distinct as his voice, so she told him once. With motions likes smoke, he ascends the stairs to her nest. The flat level of the roof coming into his vision soon enough.

The soft but sudden hiss arises to his left. The purple smoke jets into the air before filling his lungs. All before Widowmaker’s warning rings out.

The venom mine. Always in place should someone like the man he just took care of sneak up behind her. Her failsafe, and he set it off.

It seems to storm into his lungs. The purple fumes mixing with the smoke that unnaturally comes off of his body. Eating away at his inside, clogging any sense of oxygen.

Foolish.

He only realizes he’s kneeling over on the ground when her boots come into view. Sharp and dark as her sniper lays on the rooftop, abandoned.

“Gabriel,” her voice holds a hushed cry. Moving closer, she grabs under his arms. Somehow dragging him to a small bit of cover while her brow knits in frustration, or anger. He can’t decide as he chokes on her poison.

She rarely calls him Gabriel. The first time was on a stakeout. Both waiting through the night to see if their target came stumbling back to their hotel. The rooftops were open and plenty, perfect for Widowmaker’s skills.

Her fingers digging into the fabric of his cloak jars him to a more alert state.

“Stay awake,” she orders. Pressing her back against the small wall they use as cover, she positions him at her side. His body draping across the roof but his head close to her.

It was almost insanity, how he wanted her that night. How many times has he looked at her blue fingertips or was frozen by her gold irises? Just once, he had to see if she felt anything, so he said her name. Her real name.

Cool fingers press against his hood, pulling it back. Quickly, she loosens the mask. His lungs and smoking, dying skin breathe in the fresh air. His cells desperately trying to regenerate and repair what’s not already dead.

On the dark rooftop, she responded. Calling him Gabriel, and wondering if a cold women like her could ever deserve his warmth. His claw hand touched her cheek, saying he’s been wondering the same thing. He swore, up and down, that her heart still beats.

“Breathe, mon chérie. You’ll heal.” Her words speak quietly, as if comforting his mistake.

Slowly, as if touching a daydream, her hand took away his mask. He let her. Feeling like a vulture baring his dead feathers to a perfect dove. She did not look away. Meeting his gaze, her cold fingers trail the marks and wounds over his ever living and dying body. Softly, she spoke, saying he is an angel.

As his lungs begin to breathe without toxicity, he vividly remembers the kiss. As her hand currently runs down the side of her face, a gesture of comfort, he knows what her lips taste like. Cool, and smoky, and all too real.

“Amélie.” He chokes out. Her touch stalls on his skin for a moment.

“Gabriel,” she answers. Just like she did that night.

Her teethed stain his tongue. Her lips were a thousand times more potent than any venom that mine gave him. Her touch, like silk, entangled him closely.

Her poisonous kiss caught him, but he stays with her gold irises and blue skin. Knowing that if death is from her, it will be all the more sweet.  

Imagine Sonny Taking Care of You

“Sorry, Sonny! I got held up, I’ll be there in like fifteen minutes.” You said into the phone after finally answering. Sonny had called you three other times.

You and Sonny had been dating for almost seven months now. You guys had met at the coffee shop you would stop at every day before work. Sonny saw you walking into the shop and he knew he had to follow you in. He found it difficult to start a conversation with you since you had headphones in, but he tried every day for a week straight until you finally bumped into him after turning around and spilled your coffee all over the both of you. Somehow, that awkward situation turned into the best relationship you’d ever had. Which brings you two to now.

Sonny and you both had the day off tomorrow, so you had decided to meet each other at a bar down the street from his precinct.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Sonny said while standing up and kissing you when you arrived. He had already had a couple of tequila shots, you could tell by the smell of his breath. You could also see just by looking in his eyes that he was a little drunk.

“Tequila? Rough day?” You asked taking a seat.

“No, I just thought… why not?” he replied.

“Alright, let me catch up” you said before saying to the bartender, “three tequila shots, please.”

As you took each shot, Sonny cheered you on by wooing or saying “that’s my girl!” After those shots, you and Sonny tried any kind of mixed drink that you hadn’t ever tried before. You had no responsibility in the morning. You could only remember the rest of the night in blurs.

You remember sitting at the bar with Sonny laughing, probably about everything.

You remember being in a cab.

You remember the two of you stumbling into his apartment and just crashing on the couch.

The next thing you knew, it was morning and you were waking up on Sonny’s couch. Your head was throbbing. And the first thing you could smell was bacon.
“What the hell are you doing, Sonny? Why are you cooking bacon!?” You called to Sonny.

“Because it’s morning? Bacon is breakfast?” Sonny called back from the kitchen.

“Yeah, well that smell makes me want to throw up.” You replied. You never got hangovers too often, which made sense because you and Sonny never really drank all that much before. “How are you even standing up? My head is killing me!”

Sonny appears from the kitchen leaning over the couch. “Really? I feel great.” he shrugs, then leans down to kiss you, “good morning, (Y/N).”

“You’re crazy.” you roll your eyes, “Please though, open the windows.”

After opening the windows, Sonny sits on the couch by lifting up your feet then placing them back down on his lap. You two spent a few minutes flipping through the channels arguing about what to watch, when all of a sudden you felt sick. You got up and ran to the bathroom as fast as you could. When you started throwing up, you heard Sonny walk up behind you and helped you by holding your hair back. Sonny did not like puke, but he’s seen worse so it didn’t bother him much.

When you had finished puking, you turned over and sat on the ground, “Ew, I’m so sorry.”

Sonny chuckled, “It’s okay (Y/N), not everyone knows how to hold their alcohol as great as I do.”

“Oh, shut up.” you said giggling.

“Alright, here’s a bucket. You’re going to lay back down on the couch, I’ll make some tea or something.” he said as he picked you up, bucket in your hand and took you back to the couch. Then made his way to the kitchen and started making tea.

He came back from the kitchen handing you a warm mug. “Thanks for always taking care of me”  you said.

“I always will.” He answered back.

Daylight - 5sos Preference

Requested - yes

Anonymous - “Can you do a preference or one shot based on 5sos’ song Daylight? Xx”

A/N: Yes woo I like this one. And just to provide some back story… I had to google ‘how do vampires work?’ for this. Basically this is a vampire preference and each of the parts have different circumstances.
Also this too so long that I’ve made it a thank you for 2k followers (thank you so much by the way). I put so much work into this it’s insane…

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Luke (646 words)

Luke was always the quiet kid in class, he never got close to anyone, the only one he really talked to in school was you and even that wasn’t very frequent, though it probably should be as you sit together at lunch most days. People made assumptions about him, like how he apparently doesn’t go outside since he’s deathly pale 365 days of the year, even in the summer, he’s apparently oblivious to heat as he always has has long sleeves and trousers and, most of the time, hats too.

“Luke, why don’t you talk to people?” you ask one lunch, when the silence between you becomes suddenly unbearable.

“I… it’s complicated,” he mumbles as usual.

“Well, I want to know,” you say.

“I don’t like getting close to people,” he says.

“Well you’re close to me, right?” you lean against the table.

“I guess, m-maybe we shouldn’t do this here, y-you can come over to mine after school, if you w-want,” he stammers looking at his lap.

You know this is a big deal for him to let someone come over to his house so you don’t turn him down and that day after school you walk the short distance with Luke back to his house.

He seems almost scared as he opens the front door, his house looks like any other so you can’t understand why he’s so skittish.

“I’m home,” he calls out.

Just then a blonde woman, who you assume is his mother, walks into the room, “Luke can I talk to you?”

Luke sighs as if he knows what’s coming and trudges across the room.

“You brought someone home? What have I told you about them? If my grandfather was here he’d be so disappointed,” she whisper-yells.

“I know but I don’t even know if I believe all the things that you tell me, I like her… I- I think we can trust her,” you hear Luke say, which confuses you.

“Luke… I’m not sure”

“Mum, trust me…” Luke tries to reassure.

“Fine,” she sighs.

“Luke what’s going on?” you’re slightly bewildered by this point.

“Um… c-can I talk to you, like in my room or something?” he says.

“Sure,” you respond.

He guides you up to his room and sits you down.

“I know you’re probably not going to believe this but um… I, my whole family, we’re vampires,” he hesitates.

“You’re screwing with me,” you narrow your eyes.

He shakes his head which makes you believe him a little.

“I-I even have the fangs, s-sort of,” he stammers lifting his lip to show what are quite obviously fangs at a closer look but could somehow manage to pass as shark canine teeth.

Without thinking about it you shuffle away from him and ask, “Why don’t you tell people then?”

“Because people do that…” he says gesturing towards you.

“Huh?” you furrow your brow before acknowledging that you had in fact shuffled away a little. “Oh, sorry, why are you telling me then?”

“Because… I think I can trust you, I can trust you right?”

You nod and giggle a little, “Only if you explain the whole vampire thing to me”

“Well,” he grins, showing off his pearly white teeth. “Allow me to debunk some common misconceptions; we can go out into the light it’s just not that good for us, we don’t live forever, just about 10 years longer than the average person, we kill just as easily as the next person and all of us are allergic to garlic”

“Oh…” you say a little overwhelmed, “So why don’t you get close to people?”

“My mum was always told that getting close to people was too risky because the closer you get the more powerful the blood sucking urge apparently is, though I don’t really believe that,” he explains.

“How so?”

“Well I haven’t wanted to bite you yet”


Calum (564 words)

Your boyfriend, Calum, is well aware that you’re a vampire, he has been ever since you met, it’s not as if you’re secretive about it. You’re the vampire girl, but no one cares, probably because they’re slightly scared of you, what with the fangs and the blood sucking, you’re the mosquito of the human world.

You’re surprised that Calum sticks around. As a vampire you have your urges, you can survive without blood but sometimes you get carried away, there are horror stories in your community of vampires who get carried away enough to almost such their partners’ bodies dry and you don’t want that to end up as your story. You can only ever give Calum small kisses and you fear for the day that he asks for more and you have to break his heart.

“Calum, it’s not worth risking it,” you say, pushing Calum away after an overly eager kiss.

“But it is, just one few second kiss,” he pouts.

“No, I’ve told you, I can only kiss vampire guys safely,” you say.

“But it’s my fault if I die, and at least I’d die happy, it’ll be on my conscience,” he says.

“It’ll also forever be on my conscience, Cal,” you sigh.

He practically flops against the wall, “W-what if I became I vampire?”

“I couldn’t do that, Calum, you know that,” you shake your head.

“But I want it, I want to be with you forever,” he says.

He’s starting to sway you a little, “Even in forever is in a 100% literal sense?”

He nods.

“I-I could ask…” you stumble making him smile. “It’ll be painful, and probably not the nicest experience”

“I’m fine with it”

You smile and shake his hand, “Welcome to the world of the vampires”

You talk to your mum about it, she’s completely fine with it as long as you and Calum are sure. What you need to do is drink a single drop of his blood without getting attached and draining him and then letting him drink at least a drop of your own blood.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask as your parents stand either side of you.

“Yes, I’m certain,” he says.

“Okay,” you tilt your neck to the side and allow them to take the small amount of blood from your neck.

Reluctantly, Calum takes the blood.

“There’s still time to pull out,” you say. “This will take a lot of my will power to stop from well… killing you”

“Just… get it over with,” he sighs.

You feel him flinch as you pierce his skin and his warm blood slips past your lips. You feel your urges taking over and quickly retract, your head going fuzzy as your vampire instincts go to take over. Your eyes go black and you collapse.

When you wake up you’re in a bed and when you look to the side you see Calum. His eyes flutter open.

“What happened?” you ask.

“You nearly went full vampire on me and left me with just enough blood to stay alive but then you passed out. I was told yo come up and rest with you,” he explains.

“And are you…?” you ask.

He smiles showing his new fangs, “They hurt like a bitch”

Smiling too you press your lips to him.

He pulls back for a second, “Totally worth it”


Michael ( words)

Vampires, in your mind, lived on the same level as werewolves and zombies in your mind, meaning they were fairy tales, or more accurately ghoul’s tales. Once of your friends, however, is persuaded that they’re real, in fact she’s persuaded that she’s met one and apparently they’re not as scary as people believe and she 'has the scars to prove it’. The scars are there but they could be anything.

One day you’re wandering down the street and you pass a boy with freakishly pale skin and bright hair. You think nothing of it too, until you get to your usual coffee shop and he appears to have followed you. You sit at a table and he sits a table away from you facing you. You keep making awkward eye contact until he get’s up the confidence and sits down across from you.

“I’m sorry to be this forward but you’re insanely pretty and I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime,” he says.

“Okay, I could give you my number…” you say a little confused.

“No, now,” he says.

“I mean, I don’t even know you, you could be a mass murderer,” you laugh slightly.

“I’m not, I’m Michael and I really like you,” he says.

“[Y/N],” you say.

He seems harmless, just a little excited so you agree.

You spend the whole of 3 hours with him, it’s strange since you practically just met but it’s nice. You learn as much as humanly possible about him in the space of those hours and he does the same with you.

“Let me walk you home,” he says, which signals the end to your time together.

You find yourself not wanting to leave this enthusiastic and slightly mysterious boy even though you know you have to.

“W-would you like to come inside?” you question.

“Oh yeah of course,” he smiles a bit.

Once inside he seems slightly on edge.

“Is something wrong?” you ask.

“Okay, I need to be honest no matter how much I might scare you, I think it’s worth a chance,” he says.

“I’m slightly scared right now,” you say.

“Okay, here it goes, I am a vampire,” he admits.

“Oh and I suppose you only came to talk to me because you want to drink my blood,” you joke.

“Kind of yes…” he responds.

You take a step back, “Woah there man your serious?”

“Yes but it’s not like people always think vampires are, we drink blood because we like the taste and everything and sometimes we crave it but it’s like chocolate for humans, we can pace ourselves,” he tries to keep you calm.

“Dude, you can’t just say stuff like that,” you say.

“I knew you’d be scared, I only drink blood if the people let me, it doesn’t hurt, it’s like when people kiss your neck, so essentially all I’m asking is for you to let me kiss your neck,” he stammers.

His mannerisms seem to actually calm you down a bit and you wittily reply, “Well you’re going to have to take me on a proper date then aren’t you?”


Ashton (497 words)

You’re a mystery, no one knows what you’re really like, probably because you’re a vampire, and part of vampire law is that no one, and that means no one, is allowed to know about it. You don’t melt in the sun, but you burn easily, you don’t hate garlic, though you come out in a rash after eating some kinds, and you don’t survive on blood, it’s just a necessity to eat meat. 

School is the most difficult time of any vampire’s life as friends are risky so you spend your time pretty much alone. You go to school in the morning, ignore people all day and head straight home at the end of the day.

One day you are wandering down the corridor, minding your own business when one of the boys from your English class attempts to throw a pencil case across the hallway but as your walking it smashes straight into your face.

“Ow,” you cry out.

“S-sorry, I’m not wearing my glasses,” the boy says rushing towards you.

“It’s fine just be careful with your pencil cases,” you groan handing him the flying plastic case.

“D-do I know you?” he questions, attempting to make eye contact and stopping you from walking away.

“Nope, no one does,” you answer quickly looking away and trying to leave.

“No I’m sure I have seen you before, are you in my English?” he says. “I’m Ashton, in case you didn’t know”

“Okay, thanks bye,” you say before escaping.

That day after school, without you being aware, Ashton follows you home. Somehow he succeeds in walking a few meters behind you all the way back to your house without you even spotting him. You could say that he’s persistent.

“[Y/N],” he says when he realizes that he only has a few meters until you disappear into your house. “Your name is [Y/N]”

“Jesus christ, Ashton, you can’t just follow people home,” you reply after you jump. “You have to go home, my… my mum doesn’t like people round the house”

“I just wanted to talk to you, you got me interested in you, I asked around and the only person that knew who you were was that boy Adam, and that’s because he’s your lab partner,” Ashton says.

“Ashton, you really can’t stay I…” you fumble letting your mouth hang open a little longer than usual.

“Wait, woah, your teeth, they’re like… fangs,” Ashton’s eyebrow furrows. “Holy shit, are you a… vampire?”

You gulp and your mouth opens and closes like a gold fish.

“You’re a vampire,” his eyes widen and before he begins to scream you rush forward to cover his mouth.

“You can’t yell or scream or even tell anyone, it’s against the vampire laws,” you say though you can’t believe those words are coming out of your mouth.

As you take away your hand he smiles and says something that confuses you in multiple ways, “I’ve never seen one of you up close”

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A/N: Thank you so much for 2k followers, I think some of you should talk to me because I’m lacking in internet friends ee.

Masterlist // Request

Okay but have you considered SKYE finding out the rock has Simmons.

Have you considered the guilt of her realising that it’s Inhumanity that took Simmons from them. Maybe killed her.

The fury she feels all over again that Simmons’ fears were valid all along. (She feels like tearing out Lincoln’s throat for a second, because of the way he said ‘your friend.’ She was my friend. My best friend. My sister. I loved her. She fought the world for me. And because of us, because of this, she is gone.)

Have you considered Skye throwing everything she’s got at this stupid insolent rock and it just sits there. It probably doesn’t even have the decency to turn to liquid while she’s smashing everything in the room and possibly hurting herself. And if it does - if she gets that moment of victory - it’ll only be an instant before it reforms itself, unfazed.

the dress

I had a lot of feelings after that 5X03 sneak peek. This is set in the future, post-Darkness, as Emma deals with the repercussions of what occurred when she was the Dark One.


She can’t bring herself to touch it. Just seeing the pale fabric turns her stomach sour as memories of what she did, how she manipulated him, them both, it’s too much. She wants to set it aflame, rid the fibers of her shame in embers…if only that would make her forget. This, it’s just one of the many things she’s ruined, forever. Pressing her palms against her eyes she tries to calm her thoughts, wishing she had something that was new and unburdened. Everything in front of her, her leather jackets, jeans and blouses, are all from the Emma she was, the Emma she may never be again.

Opening her eyes, she reaches out to push the offending garment to the back of her closet and out of sight, knowing it will never be fully out of mind.

“Perhaps you should put it on?”

Startled, her fingers snag in the collar of the dress as she turns towards this voice, finding him leaning against the wall at the entrance to her room. His hair, still long and unkempt, falls slightly over his eye as he regards her with a soft smile. She can’t believe his suggestion, is incredulous as to why he would even want this, this reminder.

“I can’t.”

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