𝕱𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖙

Johnny cocks an eyebrow “Our act? Oh sweetheart this isn’t an act. I did make a deal and it was the worst decision of my life” He takes the lint roller and rolls the dust off of himself. She was prepared…so she has done this before. He hands it back to her and fluffs the collar of his jacket. He huffs. There were more than just teenagers out in the audience- but she’s not wrong.  “My shows are getting more dangerous. Every time we perform the moshing gets more intense. The so called self defense acts of violence kids commit supposedly ‘inspired’ by our album increase. I’ve become less of a servant of that douche and more his bitch. Pardon the language.” Johnny was usually more friendly than this but tonight had been a rough one.  “Soon he’s gonna want people to die an-and I don’t want that so please-” He gets closer to her with pleading eyes. “I need help from someone who had even a semblance of an idea of how to deal with this, and you look like the type of woman that does.” 

          AT THE USE  of the word ‘sweetheart’, buffy shoots him a murderous look and snatches back her lint roller.  about to remind him who just saved whose LIFE here, she pauses in spite of herself to hear him out.  this conversation feels like a whirlwind and she wonders how his alleged deal is even relevant to her.  but there’s an unfaltering edge to his voice that she has troubling passing off as some decent acting–not to mention the indisputable fear in his eyes.

she lets out a long sigh and looks him up and down, assessing whether she should really be taking this seriously.  ❝ come with me, ❞ she says after a moment, her decision final.  nodding her head to the side, she proceeds deeper into the alley.  this guy may have convinced her with his story, but at the end of the day she came here to do her job.  before taking up any new responsibilities, she has to ensure that the venue is clear of vampires. with her hands shoved in her jacket pockets, her fingers remain planted on a hidden stake, in case anything tries to sneak up on them.

❝ i can maybe help…emphasis on MAYBE.  but i have some questions.  are we talking the actual devil or just some wannabe demon ?  and what was the nature of your deal ?  you got fame and he got…? ❞

angst.

“(Name)! Open the door!”

“I can’t pretend anymore.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“You lied to me!”

“You can’t see me.”

“If I’m a monster, what are you?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“Get the hell out.”

“I thought you were dead.”

“I’m not losing you again.”

“Why do you care?”

“Don’t you dare walk out that door.”

“You’re not safe here.”

“That sounds a lot like ‘goodbye.’”

“You broke my heart.”

“What is this? What are we really?”

“I’m sorry but.. who are you?”

“Why aren’t you with her?”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“This isn’t you.”

“You’ve hurt me enough already.”

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

“I won’t forgive you for this.”

“There was never an ‘us.’”

“I never loved you.”

“It was never supposed to come to this.”

“Do you really think I’m happy?”

fluff & romance.

“Tell me again.”

“Marry me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“It’s freezing. Come here.”

“I’ve got you.”

“Because I love you.”

“Don’t ever let me go.”

“I’ve loved you for years.”

“Stay. Please.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Always.”

“Look, a shooting star! Make a wish.”

“Is that.. my shirt?”

“I think I love you.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Can I stay with you?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Take my bed tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“It made me think of you.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re basically a marshmallow. Perfect for cuddling.”

“It’s always been you.”

“Move over.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Truth or dare?”

“I could kiss you right now.”

“I love you, but stop talking.”

“Quit it! You’re hogging the blankets!”

“I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you.”

“You’re cute when you’re half asleep.”

“Did you just hit me? With a pillow? Oh. It’s on now.”

“Why did you choose me?”

“Are you.. blushing?”

“Take my hand.”

concern & upset.

“You’re shaking.”

“Call me when you get this. It’s urgent.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“What happened back there?”

“Wake up. Please wake up.”

“Let me help you.”

“Shh. Come here. It’s just a nightmare.”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“Hear that? I’m alive. I’m right here.”

“I don’t want your apology.”

“Stop pretending like everything is fine!”

“Have you lost your damn mind?”

“I’m begging you. Please.”

“You’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine.”

“I know hurts, but you have to stay awake, okay?”

“Of course I care.”

“You’re safe now.”

“How much did you have to drink?”

“Let me take you home.”

“What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt.”

“Shh. Don’t cry.”

“You need to rest.”

dramatic.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

“Put the gun down.”

“I’ll do it even if it kills me.”

“Let her/him go!”

“Take me instead.”

“Don’t touch her/him.”

“How is this possible? I watched you die.”

“Break them.”

“(Name)! Take my hand!”

“Don’t you die on me!”

“Open your eyes!”

“What have you done?”

“Save yourself.”

“You’re not gonna die on me.”

“Lucky shot.”

“Why can’t I see you?”

“Come back to me.”

“I’ve already lost her once. I won’t lose her again.”

“Get out of here! It’s a trap.”

“What are you doing here? It’s too dangerous!”

“Do you want to die?”

“Helps on the way. You just have to hold on a little longer.”

sassy.

“Bite me.”

“I didn’t believe you cared.”

“You’re jealous.”

“Hmm. So you do have feelings.”

“I dare you.”

“You may be attractive, but I’m not sleeping with you.”

“You know what? Forget it.”

“Did you really think I’d fall for that?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion on the matter.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Watch me.”

“I’m fully capable of kicking your ass.”

“How did my back feel when you stabbed me?”

“Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.”

“If you want me, come and get me.”

“Such poison from a pretty, honeyed mouth.”

Johnny was expecting a quick and easy fight with some weak metal head but instead he sees this small blonde woman kick absolute ass. His eyes grow wide as the vampire bursts into dust, the ash sticking to his jacket. Johnny stands there frozen in shock for a few seconds as Buffy continues talking. Vampires are real? All this shit is real? Well The Devil is real so who’s to say every monster is real. He blinks a few time at her as she finally addresses him. “Y-yeah I’m in the band. It’s- It’s my band.” He swallows and wipes the dust from his jacket. “Well, seeing as you just exploded a man onto me. It’s only fair that I am probably tripping right now so I can be honest.” Johnny wipes some ash from his face and dusts off his hands.  “A deal was struck. With you know- The Beast or The Devil. Absolute prick if you ask me but- hey I’m the one who made the deal with him so maybe I’m the idiot.” He chuckles, most likely from nervousness. Never had he really admitted it out loud to anyone, and only now is he realizing how ridiculous it sounds. “Anyways he promised us fame and fortune, and then it bit us in the ass-me especially.” Johnny fixes his hair and looks down, but then glances up towards Buffy “Say, you wouldn’t know anything about breaking a deal with The Devil, would you?”

         SYMPATHY NAGS AT  her conscious as she watches him attempt to brush the dust off himself.  finally, she gives in and hands him a mini lint roller from her little cross-body purse, clearly prepared for such fashion emergencies.  shortly, her arms fall back into place across her chest.  his story sounds pretty unbelievable.

her tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth.  ❝ uh huh… ❞  it’s difficult to discern whether he means to make fun of her or if he really is tripping.  realization dawns and a patient smile crosses her lips.  ❝ is that your guys’ act ?  it’s pretty good.  not really my thing, but i kinda get it. ❞  this pretty boy rock singer wearing possibly more eye liner than buffy claiming to be a servant of the devil ?  no wonder the vampires are figuratively ( perhaps soon literally ) eating him up.

                        𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @prcphesise​

The Relentless had played a raging gig. Like usually their rowdy and wild lyrics turned the crowd into a maniacal frenzy. Johnny wished that it was because of how good the vocals were, or because the guitar solo was just that awesome. But he had to face the facts it was because of the deal. When he sang he could feel The Devil working through him, and he was sick of it. His life had been turned upside down. At first, seeming for the better but now things had gotten much, much worse.

As the crowd moshed even after the band had stopped playing, Johnny slips quietly outside into the alley to breath. His head swarms with all of the consequences of his deal. His addiction, his relationship going down the drain, and now other people- fans- were getting hurt and hurting others. It makes him sick to his stomach. The more he dwells the more he gets into his own head. Johnny stops the cycle when he pulls a cigarette out from his jacket and lights it. He takes a draw as he notices down the alley a fight going on. Between what looked like a tall goth guy and a blonde girl.  “Hey!” Johnny flicks his barely used cigarette to the ground and stomps on it as he walks forward. “Leave her the hell alone man!” He growls and tugs on the guy’s shoulder trying to get him off of the girl. “Leave her alone or I kick your ass.” Johnny warns. Little did he know he is the least experienced fighter currently in the alley.

          INITIALLY UPON RECEIVING  a tip about an influx of vampire activity at this one edgy rock band’s shows, buffy had laughed.  it seemed so silly for them to congregate like that  ( not to mention cliche considering the shared gothy wardrobe choices ).  but, as she continues patrolling the perimeter of the sunnydale amphitheater during the night of the relentless show, she’s surprised to find her work cut out for her.  despite the steady vampire slaying outside the busy venue, she’s managed thus far to maintain a low profile and not attract any attention.  that is, until this idiot tries to jump in and save her.

it all happens very fast.  buffy doesn’t notice anyone else witnessing the struggle between her and the current vamp, until this stranger suddenly tugs on its shoulder.  naturally, the vampire leans in dangerously towards the stranger’s neck before the shock of the situation settles and buffy stakes him.  between her and her ‘savior’, the vampire bursts into dust, revealing the expression of a man who clearly did not expect this outcome.

buffy casts a patronizing look at this man.  admittedly, he looks a bit familiar.  ❝ yes, yes, vampires are real, ❞ she drones dismissively.  ❝ a lot of things you didn’t think were real are…except unicorns, despite what lisa frank wants you to think.  but all the big baddies from your WORST nightmares ?  you bet. ❞

an impatient sigh escapes her.  ❝ no need to thank me.  i’ll just be on my way. ❞

A continuation of this meme ( x ). Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !

Angry

“*puts up middle finger*”

“Watch your fucking mouth.”

“I can’t fucking stand you!”

“You wanna fucking fight?”

“I fucking told you so.”

“[text] F [text] U [text] C [text] K [text] YOU!!!”

“Come here, fucker, and let me break your neck.”

“Try that shit again and you’ll see what fucking happens.”

“♪ I’m gonna fucking kill youuuu~ ♫♪”

“Because I fucking said so, that’s why.”

“Well, guess what? I went to the store to buy some fucks to give but they were ALL OUT.”

Soft

“I’m…I’m fucking in love with you.” / “I fucking adore you.”

“I’ve never wanted anything so fucking badly.”

“Hold my fucking hand.”

“I’m not crying, you dumb fuck.” / “Fuck, now I’m crying.”

“Maybe I have fucking feelings too, motherfucker.”

“Fuck what everyone else thinks.”

“Honestly…fuck emotions.”

“I’m not o-fucking-kay, all right?”

“The world isn’t all fucking unicorns and rainbows.”

“I’m the unluckiest motherfucker I know.” / “You’re the unluckiest motherfucker I know.”

“You look…fuckin’ worn out.”

“I’m just ready for a fucking change.”

“F-fuck–my hands are shaking-”

“Those eyes get me every fucking time.”

“I–I’m trying my best! Fuck.”

Insults

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Is your name Oedipus? Because you’re one hell of a motherfucker.”

“Fuck you AND your mom.”

“Get fucked, asshole.”

“Oh, what’s this? *pulls middle finger out of pocket*”

“I wrote a haiku: ‘Fuck you and fuck you. / Fuck all of you damn bastards. / You’re pieces of shit.’“

Misc.

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.”

“What happened was fucked up.”

“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know…”

“What the fuck was that?”

“What I’d do for a motherfuckin’ drink/smoke/etc. right now…”

“Let’s get fucking wasted.”

“Fuck the police.”

“There’s no way out of this fucking mess.”

“Fuck…”

“Watch your fucking language in front of my kid, dammit.”

“So…are you down to fuck?”

“Middle fingers up if you don’t give a fuck.”

“Let’s fucking do this.”

“Just fuck me up.”

a continuation of this meme: ( x ). as requested by anon. warning: these can be a bit crude.

“If you keep talking, I have no idea what I’ll do to you.”

“Unclench your fist unless it’s going up my ass.”

“Complain that you’re cold again and I’ll make sure you feel heated.”

“It’s two AM! You better be here for a booty call.”

“What is with you?! Stop leaning in so close to me!”

“NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO UNLESS WE’RE IN BED.”

“You better shut up, or I’ll do it for you.”

“I fucking hate you! Stop looking at me all sexy.”

“Let go of my shirt, unless you plan on ripping it off.”

“Kiss my ass.” / “Suck my ass.”

“Fight me! With your mouth! On my mouth!”

“If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.”

“Oh, so you wanna wrestle? Take your clothes off then!”

“You say ‘I hate you’, but all I hear is ‘fuck me’.” 

“Stop cleaning already! There are better things for you to do on your knees.”

“You think you’re the boss of me just because you’re hot?!”

“You can take your middle finger and shove it up my ass.”

“If you keep yelling at me, I’m going to have to punish you.”

“Why’d you push me up against the wall?!”

“I can’t STAND when you look at me with those long eyelashes.”

“Stop biting your lip and bite me instead!”