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wip: waking ghosts

notes: i got bored and wrote this. it’s pointless, but that doesn’t matter in 2020. 

   it hurts to breathe in.

   it’s that type of cold, the one so irresistible yet so painful at the same time. it clings to your body, makes your fingers and toes disappear behind a sheet of numb static, but you stand amongst it anyway. you inhale it anyway. you put on your biggest coat and risk your life anyway.

     finneas doesn’t mind. pain isn’t real to him. it’s an illusion, so he bares it. standing at the front door with a cup of coffee in his hands, dressed in nothing more than his boxer shorts and a loose checkered shirt, he gazes out at the snow coating the ground of hickory darns. in the distance, children giggle. they’re probably bundled up, throwing themselves into the snow, making angels that don’t exist. 

    finneas sips his coffee, dips his toe into the snow. it goes numb immediately, but he waits a few more seconds before pulling it free, shaking the snowflakes back onto the ground before they have a chance to melt into his frozen flesh.

   upstairs, another door opens. the creak is abruptly followed by sampson’s groggy morning voice, hissing some kind of curse in korean that finneas can’t help but grin at. he buries it in his coffee mug, not turning around. he instead catches the moment sampson appears at the top of the stairs through the reflection in the glass door - when the image of someone so incredible is distorted a little bit, the breath doesn’t leave your lungs so fast. 

    sampson pauses at the top of the stairs. small body smothered in his oversized, fluffy dressy gown, black hairs peeking from beneath the hood, he scowls at the sight of finneas standing in the open doorway wearing only the bare minimum. he runs nimble fingers through his hair, and finneas remembers the night before when those very same fingers were tracing patterns against his fevered skin, whisking him away to a safe place.

    finally, after a moment, finneas tilts his head back like he’s about to form a bridge with his body. he meets sampson’s dark eyes and grins. “morning.” 

    “morning.” sampson jogs down the stairs, grabs finneas’s arm and pulls him back into the entryway, kicking the door closed. “are you insane?”

   finneas chuckles. he’s forced to hold his coffee cup high over both his and sampson’s head to avoid a disastrous spill. “i’m just getting some fresh air.”

    “it’s freezing, finneas.” sampson grabs his hands, bundles them inside his dressing gown. “how long have you been awake?”

   “not too long,” finneas lies.

   “you haven’t slept yet, have you?”

   finneas sips his coffee.

   sampson frowns. “nightmares again?”

    “nothing out of the ordinary.”

    sampson releases a breath. it hits against finneas’s face, all fresh mint and unspoken protestations. it makes finneas smile, which only infuriates sampson even more, but at this point, he’s used to it. he stares at finneas with a look just tilting upon admiration, a look that makes finneas’s knees feel weak. it brings the feeling back into his numb limbs, a painful sensation that he relishes as he runs his free hand along the thick grey thermal shirt hidden beneath sampson’s dressing gown.

    “i’m fine, sammy boy,” he whispers. “honestly, the cold air works wonders when your brain is being a dick.”

    sampson smiles, just for finneas. “you should have woken me. i would have stayed up with you.”

    “you need your sleep.”

   “i like staying awake with you.” sampson steps forward, still timid even after all these years being together. finneas waits for him to make the final move, to take that single step that will close the distance between them entirely, but sampson’s cheeks glow red, and finneas smiles.

   he sets his coffee mug down on the table by the door before cupping sampson’s adorably round face. sampson’s eyes slip closed, his lips parting in that way that drives finneas mental when they’re in the right circumstances. 

   he brushes his ringed thumb along sampson’s lower lip before drawing him closer. their chests press together, and sampson opens his eyes, and finneas does that thing where he thanks a god he doesn’t believe in for the miracle he didn’t deserve. 

     “next time,” finneas whispers, “i’ll wake you up, yeah?”

    “good,” sampson mumbles. “i’ll make sure you put a coat on before you head out into the freezing cold.”

   finneas chuckles, and then they are kissing, an action that still feels so brand new even after all these years. it’s sampson’s hands around his waist, lithe body pressed against his, a smile slowly forming against eager lips that never know when to stop. 

   finneas hates being the first to pull away, but he must do it. “my breath smells like coffee.”

    “your breath always smells like coffee.” sampson takes finneas’s hand and starts towards the kitchen. “let’s get breakfast made. i’m starving.”

    finneas has only a few seconds to grab his discarded coffee mug before he’s being yanked into the kitchen, ready to start another morning he is certain he shouldn’t have. 

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writing is so much more fun when you realise there’s literally no rules and you can do whatever you want

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You deserve all the love my friend ❤️

ily

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and i’m done!!!!!

brb just changing the tense of my entire 60k word novel 

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5 chapters left!!! and then i can properly edit this bitch!!!!

brb just changing the tense of my entire 60k word novel 

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are you a ‘get the idea and start immediately’ writer or a ‘months of extensive planning before you even DREAM of touching the document’ writer

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brb just changing the tense of my entire 60k word novel 

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Reader: wow! I’m so curious how you’re going to fit everything you’ve been foreshadowing in here!

Me, frantically flipping through my notes, trying to figure out if I’ve accidentally foreshadowed something I Shouldn’t Have: ummm, yes. Right. Uh, just for fun, would you mind telling me what, that would be… exactly.

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anyway heres the REAL hot take…………writeblrs are talented and cool

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good morning. it’s 06:10am and all i can think about is ivana screaming “ANYWAY” when timothee says anything. 

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Teddy Saint Vincent and Landon Alarcon really have just been living in my head rent free

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A vampire and a werewolf are secretly dating. The only problem is the annoying human girl who is in love with them both.

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friends with benefits? what, like dental?

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tag your ocs with dyed hair 

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Which OC would wear this sweater?

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Which OC claims they’re tough and have no emotions and don’t care about anyone, but as soon as That One Person is in danger they go all 

Bonus: who is That One Person?