#bitmiscuous

[phantasmtastic]

      "If  I  wanted  to  talk  to  a  souless  blood  sucker  -  I'd  just  call  my  mom."

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[brkfstgrrrls]

Buffy   stood   with   her   feet   planted   apart   upon   church   grounds,   ten   miles   outside   of   Sunnydale.   She’d   dragged   him   all   the   way   out   here   for   a   reason,   not   just   because   she   wanted   to   get   him   away   from   the   large   population,   but   because   she   knew   this   church   was   abandoned.   Would   he   be   able   to   step   foot   on   the   property   even   if   it   was   no   longer   holy   ground?   She   wasn’t   sure,   but   she   was   willing   to   bet   he   didn’t   want   to   find   out.   Besides,   the   church   was   only   abandoned   a   few   years   ago,   surely   he   had   no   clue   that   was   the   truth.   It   had   yet   to   be   riddled   with   spray   paint.

Stake   clutched   tightly   in   her   right   hand,   she   watched   Michael   in   the   moonlight.

❝    You   know   why   I   brought   you   out   here.    ❞

                      :·ﾟ*•. ✶  @bitmiscuous​ - to Michael Androshchuk

[notheretotry]

           one  of  these  days,   beth thinks,   she should probably invest in a  security  system.   she thinks about the gun   ---   the one she’d learned to shoot with,   the one she’d  returned   ---   and how her excuses for giving it  back  don’t really apply in this moment,   and  boy,   wouldn’t it be nice to have a weapon at her disposal  now.   she  tries  to think of who she could have  pissed  off  this  time,   she’s been keeping things pretty quiet ever since... well.   despite the fact that he’s an  intruder  in  her  home,   beth equips her best PTA-mom voice,  trying to keep the panic from her features   (  someday,   maybe  being  surprised  in  her  own  home  will  be  a  distant  memory  ).       ❛  ------is  there  something  i  can  help  you  with  ?  ❜

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[sicarea]

𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐂𝐄 !    -----------      ❛     i wasn’t expecting any visitors ...     ❜      words escape her in a low tune,     she was almost purring against the shell of his ear.    (  let’s play  )    but she’s not naive,   he was being pointed at,    the end of her gun resting against his lower back   (  she won’t shoot,   but that doesn’t mean she’d pull back that easily either  )     ❛     what are you doing here,   Michael ?    ❜    

✳  .•°*  BITMISCUOUS ┆  “ sc

[brycecousland]

One Year Anniversary Countdown - Day Three

                                  PRETTY BOY.

omg, you are like my aesthetic senpai so I feel like anything I would have made would be garbage compared to your own edits. BUT STILL... there is no way I’d not put you into my countdown. we are now friends and rp partners like... 5 years or so. and I am so happy to know you, to write all our cute girls flirting and our guys being best bros.

thank you for being my friend <3

                                                                          @bitmiscuous

[lovebleda2]

      “WHAT?  it’s  practice.  for  when  we  figure  this  out  and  you  finally  turn  me”,  she  defends  herself,  smile  gracing  ruby  lips  as  the  tip  of  her  tongue  wets  them.  “doesn’t  taste  that  bad,  you  know?”  fiona  adds,  chuckling  lightly.

@bitmiscuous    :    cont.

[sensitivetly-blog]

❛     get  your  own  ice  cream     !     ❜     a  small  swat  of  her  spoon  against  his  hand     ,     eyebrows  lift  before  pulling  together     ,     small  but  offended  scoff  leaving  parted  lips     .     hand  with  tub  of  strawberry  ice  cream  is  reached  out  of  his  proximity  while  other  land  on  his  chest  to  keep  him  away  from  it     .     ❛                                 or  i’ll  pummel  you     .     ❜     empty  threat  sound  strange  comming  from  cherry  lips     &     they  both  know  there’s  no  bite  behind  bark     .     she’s  as  far  as  they  come  from  being  that  person     . 

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[samenkomen]

brows    narrow.             hugging    a    single    knee    whilst    pursing    lips    outward.                  she’s  skeptical.                wonders    if    he    believes    her    now    as    he   had    before.                     though    what    he    said    was   reminiscent    of    her    mother             ,               &         that    comforts    her    somewhat.                 a    child    within    her    bed.                   wind    lapping    at    an    already    cold    form.              leaking    through    wool.                 &        a    gloved   hand    of    her    own    reaches    forth    tentatively    to   take    the    coin.            eyes    darting    from    it    to    his   pale    features.                   “i    know    what    a    nightmare   is.”                    she    states.                       turning    the    rusted    thing    within    her    fingers.            “&      i’m    pretty    sure    i    know    the    difference    between    when    i’m    dreaming         &         when    i’m        awake.”                   that’s    all    she    has    to    say    isn’t    it     ?           he    would    understand.                it    happened.

@bitmiscuous​    !                                     /  /                                                CONT.