WIP GAME !
RULES: Post the last sentence ( i did a chunk cos dammit i couldn't help it ) you wrote – fanfic / original / anything – and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
from CAN'T TURN BACK:
“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but this is kind of my spot.” He’d been all black leather and denim. Dark curls and clove. Silver rings and chains and heavy boots and maybe you should’ve been more intimidated, but the smile lines at the corners of his mouth gave him away. “Don’t see a sign anywhere,” you’d shot back, no hesitation. Looked over at him all skeptics and attitude and took a long drag from your joint. Blew the smoke off in his direction and it all made him grin like an idiot. “Been sellin’ weed down here for like…the last three years so–actually–yeah. What the fuck, man. Someone owes me a sign.” And that was it, you were a goner. Laughing mid-toke and coughing so hard you cried and made him feel so bad he gave you a baggy for free. Eddie "the freak" Munson and you. Best friends. Game over.
alsoooo thank you bb for the tag @hollandweather! ily bby ♥️♥️♥️ AND WTF?? childhood friends to lovers are you kidding?? and the snore bit omg i'm crying. i can't wait to read it! 😍
no pressure tags for my moots ; @maroon-winestain @supernovafics @usedtobecooler @luveline @fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat ♥️♥️♥️♥️
