for wip meme: taste, scared, hello, grab, linger
giving me lots of work to do!!
(this chapter was already published BUT it is a wip so.....it counts ok)
If every fear he had ever had, every moment of misplaced disdain and hatred and anger, every regret for every decision made out of cowardice, if every failure and mistake led him to this moment, to sitting in nothing but his underwear in an uncomfortable wooden chair up in the practical wilderness, of all things and of all places, kissing a man who tasted like blueberries and who wasn’t his husband, finally feeling free and light and worth something, finally-
The other guy’s voice was shaking, and he sounded so small, so scared, and Blaine didn’t know what he was talking about, but it felt wrong, and the hairs were standing up on the back of his neck, and he didn’t understand it, didn’t understand anything.
would you believe me if I told you I cannot find a single instance of this word??
(this isn’t really a wip and you’ve already read it but it’s all i’ve got)
“No, come here,” Kurt insists, patting his lap with one hand and grabbing Blaine’s with the other, twining their fingers together and tugging him near.
(this aint klaine I apologize)
Shifting into motion, Thea’s hand glides over her shoulder, fingers trail down her arm, slowly, slowly, leaving a tingling path of warmth in their wake, until her hand meets Eleanor’s, and she hooks their index and middle fingers together gently but emphatically, locks eyes with her for a careful, still moment, lets the gaze linger, then tugs her along.