"Write a scene about a heart-shaped pillow."
Lancer eyes the beauty in his arms.
Edge is curled against him, his warm breath steady against his neck.
He kisses Edge's forehead, brushing bangs out of his face. The younger's eyelashes part sleepily, revealing confused but stunning green-blue eyes.
"Morning, Edge," Lancer whispers, and Edge relaxes.
They sit up, Edge whimpering. Lancer instinctively squeezes his hand, peppering his lover with small consoling kisses.
The previous night was fun, a whole lot of fun. Hickeys still glow against Edge's skin, down his neck, chest, and shoulders. Their hair is a mess, and Lancer's back features thin red lines from Edge's nails.
They got kinky the previous night, and Edge's wrists are still red and raw as a result.
Lancer scoops Edge out of bed, carrying him to the bathroom where they wash each other off slowly and lovingly, one of their favorite activities after sex.
Their bed still features the heart shaped pillow gifted to Edge for Valentines Day, which has their initials intertwined on it.
The letters endlessly looped together, just like their love.
so i may or may not have been at Thevowl's house writing this at 1AM bc sleep fucking hates me
she's great
ANYWHO
peanut butter is nice
and no, lead singer from the SMiths, (I think, might've been Mother Mother), you can't call that businessman old and fat just because they can't tell the difference between almond milk and peanut butter
either way the dude had a serious thign agianst businessmen idk why
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A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops
Acakyeah so daily writing prompts or exercises because why the fuck not join me if you want because i found some interesting ones mine are all gonna be some Lencesty shit it gonn be gr8 i tend to write these on Archive at 1 or 2 am it's kind of a proble...
