Sinful's One Shots

[Sinful]

I figured I'd try this out,
because I haven't written in my stories in months,
maybe this will clear my writers block~

You can read if you want,
I don't really care/mind.
I doubt any of them will be incredibly serious
I just can't seem to make myself write lately.

1. “No. You buried your knife in my stomach, which means it’s mine now.”
2. “I really didn’t want to have to hurt you.”
3. “Next time I won’t miss on purpose so choose your words carefully.”
4. “You’re the one with a blade at my throat, so obviously you’re upset.”
5. “That could have killed me!”
6. “If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”
7. “I’m not trying to kill you, I just wanted to get your attention.”
8. “I’ll drop the weapon if you drop the phone.”
9. “Is-is that a real sword? Do you even know how to use it?”
10. “If I get nervous I start stabbing things, so no sudden movements, please.”
“Yes, I know how to use this, so I’d be a lot more polite if I were you.”

1. “Do you smell burning?”
2. “Oh my gosh is that blood?”
3. “Don’t tell me to calm down, you calm down!”
4. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
5. “None of this makes sense.”
6.“I never meant for anyone to get hurt.”
7. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this on my own.”
8. “You know my name?”
9. “Am I dead?”
10. “None of that matters anymore.”

1. “What are you doing here by yourself?”
2. “I’m not bothering you, am I?”
3. “Look at the sky.”
4. “Stay with me.”
5. “Here, take my hand. Everything is fine, just hold onto me and keep moving.”
6. “Promise me you’ll come back.. I need you to promise me.”
7. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
8. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”
9. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
10. “Stop looking at me like that!”

1. “Wait a second.. are you jealous?”
2. “Go away! I don’t ever want to see you again!”
3. “Those things you said yesterday.. did you really mean them?”
4. “We’re not just friends, and you know it.”
5. “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”
6. “When you smile I fall apart.”
7. “I love you and I am terrified.”
8. “Well. Yell, scream, say something, anything.”
9. “Just say it is okay. I just need to hear you say that.”
10. “It’s always been you. You and only you.”

[Sinful]

“I’ll drop the weapon if you drop the phone.”

"Listen, kid.. Just, put the phone down, yeah?" A scrawny male with bloodshot eyes attempted to reason with me. His greasy hair was covering his Brendon Urie sized forehead almost completely despite the fact that he clearly didn't have enough hair to have bangs, I mean his combover was seriously lacking. What kind of hairstyle was he going for? Sadness on top? Hair disasters aside, I hadn't even noticed his "weapon". Was that a knife? Did he really plan to rob a teenager, with a blade? I could outrun his old legs any day. Any kid my age could, in or out of shape. The little toothpick he held shakily in his grasp jabbed in my direction. My mother was right, I guess, this was a dangerous place to live, and deciding to go to the payphone at one AM was completely not in my favor.

"Put down the knife, what the hell are you doing?" I hissed, my brown eyes scanning his posture, what a horrible thief, his footing was completely out of place, I could disarm him in seconds, but God... So much effort.

“I’ll drop the weapon if you drop the phone.” He screamed, little droplets of spit fleeing from between his cracked lips and landing on the already filthy glass door between us.

Hello, Peppa's pizza here! May I suggest our-" A cheery voiced chimed from the other line, ah, they had answered the phone, finally. "Ah, hey, one second, I think I'm being robbed." I interrupted. "Robbed?!" The voice screeched, but of course, toothpick had begun shouting.

"Drop the phone, drop it, I'll stab you! Just, give me your wallet and I'll let you live!" Warned the male, who was shaking like a leaf, if a leaf was stuck in a blizzard... while eating a snow cone. The voice on the phone, female I believe, was shouting as well, but due to the fact that I held the payphone away from my ear because of.. germs, I could barely hear her. Times like this made me realize I should give up on finding my lost cell, and buy a new one, god, can't a man just order a pizza?

"I'm... literally just ordering a pizza, dude.." I breathed, my brown eyes tired and my features dull. "Do I look like I have my wallet on me?" I sassed, placing a hand on my hip with an eyebrow raised as I motioned to my body with my eyes. I'm wearing Deadpool pajama pants and barefoot for christ sake, I clearly don't have anything of importance on my person. "Sir, sir!" Screamed the female on the other line, causing me to groan, and pull the phone closer to be able to focus in on her voice. "Sir!? Should I call the police? Where are you, hello? Hello?" Worried the woman, fed up with her squawking I opened my mouth to speak, before toothpick opened his much quicker.

"The phone, drop it!" He bellowed, causing me to crinkle my nose in disgust.

"Rude, I'm talking, do you know how hard it is to have two conversations at once? Wait your turn!" I scolded, turning my back to the male as I focused once more on my phone call, the woman was silent, did she think I was talking to her? "Hi, honey, sorry, I'm fine I just need uhm, like a large pizza, extra cheese, mushrooms, pepperoni, and.. sausage.
Yeah, Do you have like, a deal, with a drink?" I wondered, moving my hand from my hip to lightly tap my index finger against my chin in thought. From behind me, toothpick growled, to which I simply held my hand up to silence him. God, what a horrible thief. The bewildered woman took a few moments to reply but when she did her voice was quivering with some emotion I couldn't quite catch on to.

"Y..Yes, sir, we have uh, a large two-topping pizza and a 2-litter for 6.99$, would you like that?" Squeakie asked quietly, before clearing her throat to no doubt strengthen her voice.

"That works, yeah! Listen, stabby-" I started, turning around to face toothpick who was now standing with his armed crossed, and had a vast look of confusion plastered on his grizzly face. "What do you want on your pizza?" I quizzed causing his grey eyes to widen, and his mouth to become agape, had he.. never had pizza before..? "Well?" I hissed; there was my attitude, again.

"I.. I l'll take.. a cheese pizza, yeah.. cheese." Breathed the male in confusion. Shrugging I returned to my conversation, placing the phone back against my ear, but not too close.

"Okay! I'll take two of the 6.99$ deals, the same one from a second ago- I'll take a Root Beer with that, and then one cheese pizza with just extra cheese and a-" Pausing my sentence I turned to face toothpick one last time, eyeing him over before clicking my tongue. "A Dr.Pepper!" I chimed proudly, finishing up my phone call before exiting the phone booth. Stabby took a step back looking at me curiously, before he held the knife back up, a lot less shaky this time. Had he finally gained his nerve?

"I'll get them to drop yours off here, wait for it, and next time you try and rob someone, be a little nicer, yeah?
Yelling is rude." I corrected, scanning the male over again before huffing. "You're welcome, for the pizza I mean." With that, I turned and headed back towards my apartment, my bare feet silent against the pavement. I think I ever heard toothpick mumble a thank you.

[Sinful]

“Do you smell burning?”

Soft music played in the background, the house was silent besides the quiet notes floating through the air. A middle-aged woman sat on the antique couch with a small bundle swaddled into her arms. An infant. The woman smiled lovingly at the child.

"You're doing well, love." Cooed the woman sweetly, adjusting the bottle she held for the drinking baby, who babbled to herself. This was not the woman's child, she was unable to have any, she was simply babysitting for the Tipton's next door. She had one child only, her son, who she had adopted two years before her husband left her. That was fifteen years ago today and it happened to be her son's seventeenth birthday.

Her son hadn't come down for breakfast, but she refused to wake him on his big day, besides with the baby, she doubted he'd want to be downstairs at the moment. He was not fond of anyone besides her, and she knew that. "You're doing good, you are." She continued to coo before her head shot up, alert striking her features. "Do you smell burning?" Gasped the mother, to herself more than the helpless infant. Quickly she stood, turning on her heels to rush into the kitchen, the swaddled baby hugged tightly against her chest, the bottle forgotten behind in the panic. When the fear of her home being on fire left her at the sight of a calm kitchen, a greater fear took its place.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned around, the smell of smoke had become stronger and had mixed with a hint of sulfur. "Matthew.." The woman breathed out in disbelief. Ahead of her stood her only child, covered in a black gooey substance in various places. His long golden hair tangled and giving off streams of darkened smoke. The male stood in the doorway frozen in his place, his normally bright green eyes a deep, dark black.

"M...mom?" Growled the boy shakily, before turning his head away in disgust, his sharp claw-like nails burying into his palms, drawing little droplets of the odd gooey substance. "Oh, no. Oh my god.. Oh my gosh, is that blood?”

[Sinful]

“Oh my gosh is that blood?”

"M...mom?" Growled the boy shakily, before turning his head away in disgust, his sharp claw-like nails burying into his palms, drawing little droplets of the odd gooey substance. "Oh, no. Oh my god.. Oh my gosh, is that blood?”

"What.. what.." Gasped the boy, unable to form words past his exhaustion. The female was frozen in her place, she knew this day would come, but today? It was so early, he was so young! E̶̮͐͝l̸̤͆͝ľ̷̞͎é̸̦̥͑ did her best not to cry, but hot tears began to slowly drip down her pale cheeks. Shakily, to keep from dropping the child she held, she moved past her son, the smell of sulfur strong enough to almost knock her over, and the baby had even begun to cry from the simple tension of the situation.

"Mom!" Screamed the newly awaken Nephilim, his colorless eyes searching the woman he knew as his mother for comfort, but she kept her back to him as she attempted to calm the screeching infant. "Shh.." whispered the woman past her tears as she returned the baby to its little crib, pushing a button so the soft music would start to play again. Turning shakily away, Ę̸͙̂̃l̷̡͊̚l̴͕͊̑e̸̮̺͊ forced herself to stare into the dark orbs that had taken over her son's bright green eyes.

"Look at you, mouse.." She breathed out in a soft sob, covering her mouth with her hands, now her tears came much quicker, and she had given up holding them back. For some reason, she couldn't get the picture of the first time she saw him out of her head, the boy was smaller than any child she had ever seen, and still managed to have the biggest, brightest eyes. She knew he was the one, even if her husband had wanted a girl. She knew he was the one still when she woke a week later with two strangers at the end of her bed. In the darkness, all she could make out of the couple was a set of crimson eyes and a set of folded up wings. They had told her not to move and explained hastily that the boy E̶͔̫̋l̸͉̚l̴̹̊ȇ̵̢ had adopted was their son, a Nephilim, and he would one day have powers unlike any other. They told her as much as they wanted him, it was against their rules, and they begged her to keep him anyway, and never tell him what they had told her until the day came. Until today came.

She had spent hours, and days researching what a 'Nephilim' was, and practiced how she would tell him but still, in the moment she was speechless. Even now, Matthew stood in his place, coated in his own ungodly blood, but not a single tear left him. He had always been strong, but would he be strong enough now? Could he make it past this? "Come here." Begged the mother, even though Matthew had been fighting to stay away from her this entire time. What the hell was he? Could he hurt her? Would he hurt her? The thought sickened him. Nevertheless, the instant is mother ushered him closer he quickly ran into her dainty arms, hiding his face in her neck. Choking out a dry sob the boy held tightly to his mother, trying his hardest to keep his claws from hurting her in any way.

From this position, Ẽ̷͍l̵͍̾͐l̸̠͔̆̊ę̸̑͂ͅ could do nothing but rest one of her hands on the males ash coated hair, and the other on his shoulder. She was frozen now, her blue eyes locked on the set of black wings that protruded from his shoulder blades, ripping his shirt into shreds at the back. Forcing her eyes away, she swallowed a lump in her throat, a sad smile plastered on her lips as she began to stroke her son's hair. "It's.. It's okay! This will go away, you will.. go back, you will! I swear you will, this isn't how you'll be." She rushed out, trying to comfort the boy in any way she could. Matthew had a hard time believing her in this moment because he could still feel the flames burning in his head, and he could still smell the vile blood that coated his pale skin.