#Not quite medufic yet

[meduseld]

“You want America pancakes?” His face scrunches up, eyes darting at Clark like he’s not sure if he’s being teased. 

“America pancakes?” “Sure. They’re my favorite” Clark says and it’s true.

 They’re just pancakes, but with blueberries and cranberries and white chocolate chips tossed in.

When you see this post 3 sentences from a WIP :)

Nasir looked around the room, letting his eyes fall over everything the other man had left behind in his childhood home.”So these books, things you didn’t need?”

“Oh. no,” Agron said, stepping forward and running his fingers along the spines of the books on the shelf. “Just ones that didn’t fit in the two bookcases I have at my new place. But these still hold a special place in my heart.”

Nasir watched as Agron’s long fingers gently followed the design etched into the spine of “Romantic Poetry”, and tried to ignore the warmth spreading in his chest at the sight.