❝ i don’t wanna be alone. ❞ @ cam!
@reluctantseer.
“you’re not.” and those words are all you feel the need to say. no matter how rough things get, no matter what comes between you, you’ll never leave him. lewis has been with you your entire life, has been with you through things you never thought you’d experience. you literally died, and once he got over the fact that you hadn’t immediately told him (you tried to explain that you were dead, but it turned out that the big dream you had when you died wasn’t actually a dream and was in fact your ghost hanging out with lou. something still never really talked about), he took you in with open arms. the two of you could face anything, you’d always end up on top. “i’m here. i’ll always be here.” literally always. you’re not gonna die of old age. you’ll sit there looking twenty-two when he’s so old that he doesn’t look like him anymore. you’ll always be there, even after he’s gone. it’s something you think about every day, and you’re sure he thinks about it all the time too. but right now that doesn’t matter. right now you have your own eternity sitting in each other’s arms.
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❝ I love you, will you marry me? ❞ lewis @ cam :)
「 meme | @reluctantseer 」
ITS AN AVERAGE DAY, at least as far as you’re aware. or more, it’s an average night. the sun has long set and the two of you are strolling the streets, not a care in the world, like everything’s normal. like you’re normal. the two of you know better, steer clear of churches and keep away from any place that has any chance of garlic. you don’t dare risk ruining this.
YOUR NIGHT HAD STARTED IN THE CEMETERY, your old grave now hidden amongst overgrown grass, surrounded by bodies that would never get the chance to see life once more. it had been something about closure, your big plan to leave the trauma behind. but that isn’t how trauma works, and it certainly isn’t so simple for you to rid yourself of pain. lou had put down flowers, pink carnations to represent remembrance and white carnations for pure love and innocence. perhaps less meaningful considering he’d bought them from your store earlier, but that’s just how things are. funny that at the time you hadn’t noticed him grab some red roses.
THE NIGHT IS COLD, but every second you spend together is full of warmth. love strong enough to brace the harshest weather, love strong enough to conquer death. you still remember it all, climbing out of that grave and wanting nothing but him. there was chaos when you found him, his disbelief at both your death and your life, but once he’d reluctantly made sense of it all things had so easily become more real. feelings once hidden were openly shared, contact once avoided now sought after. the two of you had always been an unstoppable force, but after you died your relationship only grew stronger.
YOU CANT PRETEND IT WAS ALL SMOOTH SAILING, there were countless stupid fights and long forgotten insults yelled in fear. those nights where you’d sit alone in your room, desperate to speak but knowing that he didn’t think the same, knowing that he was asleep without care. countless days where you’d hide in a room as dark as your mind while he was forced to deal with his demons in the sunlight. apologies rarely came in lengthy explanations, simply nights spent together in a bed with whispers about being together forever, about never being alone. you always believed it, and yet you never expected a real commitment.
YOU’RE AT THE PARK WHEN HE GETS ON ONE KNEE, the school where you’d met being the touching backdrop to the moment. somehow the place feels eerie now, far smaller than you’d ever believed yet somehow a giant pit of mysterious darkness. along the fence fairy lights twinkle like stars and the wind blows just enough for his hair to sweep the way you like it. roses from your store stare you in the face, an eyebrow raised as you resist the urge to tell him he stole those. it isn’t until he’s really down on one knee, really pulling the ring out, that the situation set in.
BUT OF COURSE THAT WAS WHAT WAS HAPPENING, the two of you had taken a stroll down memory lane in a way you never do. from your death to your high school to where it all began, the whole trip had led to this moment. tears begin to brim as he speaks, head shaking slightly in confusion. surely this isn’t happening? you’ve always dreamed of it, but you learned a long time ago that its only ever the nightmares that come true.
IT FEELS AS THOUGH YOUR HEART STOPS IN THE MOMENT, your brain ignoring the fact that it stopped a long time ago. he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and of course you want the same, but the thought that hits you puts a sudden halt to the excitement. "but you’re going to get old, and you’re going to die.“ and that is how it goes, and that’s something you want to share with him, but that’s something you’ll never know. "I want to spend forever with you, this is a yes.” spoken quickly as you take his hands, lowering to your knees yourself. "but it’s only a yes if you’re sure you want this. if you’re sure you’re okay with getting old while I stay like this, as long as you’re okay with there eventually being a whole world between us.“
AND THEN YOU HAVE ANOTHER THOUGHT. a worse thought. "unless..” something you’re sure you know the answer to, something that has come up more than once. "unless you want our forever, your forever, to really be… forever.“
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“Really? Are you really going to throw snowballs?” #grump !
winter ball / accepting !!
His response is clear enough - another snowball hits Lewis’ jacket with a satisfying smack, Ben clearly not above snickering like a child. He lounges against the wall, a bit too cocky that he didn’t have time to prepare any counter attacks. “ I’m The Ghost Of Christmas Past, here to get you to lighten up. ”
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Okay i woke up at noon and got right on tumblr to do this so there’s a chance things in this are not gonna make a bunch of sense. BUT ANYWAY today is my favorite persons birthday so happy birthday Rachel and welcome to adulthood you’re gonna love it. so have a look under the cut for me being sappy and me being super proud of Rachel.
@empathreading, @reluctantseer, @ghostmade, @lapislost, @nostalgicdan.
Okay so Rachel u may be wondering what possible thing i have to say this year because the last couple of years I’ve just constantly said that i love you and don’t get me wrong here i still love you so very much but I’m gonna try to say that through this without actually just repeating the words i love you over and over.
So lets start with the fact that come December that’s 3 years of our friendship. 3 years. That’s one of the longest friendships I’ve ever actually had and we're actually so much closer than I’ve been with most of my friends in the past, and of all the friends I had 3 years ago I’m only really still good friends with two people. You and Raine, and is it a coincidence that you both happen to rp on tumblr with me? Probably Not. But seriously, we've watched each other grow up and change and we’ve been through so much in our personal lives and I can’t speak for you but I can say that after a terrible day I always feel better and sometimes even safer just by being able to talk to you.
Considering we talk more or less daily, I probably talk to you more often than just about anyone else, and the fact that we talk over messages is a really interesting thing for me because I kind of struggle to message people especially people I know because I feel awkward with how i type and i question if i should type more/less formally and all that, but with you I don’t ever have to worry about that kinda stuff.
But lets move on a bit to that part where I said I was gonna talk about how proud of you I am. I don’t know if that’s a shock to you or not, but I am proud of you. Crazy proud. I’ve seen you go through your late teen years, I’ve seen you grow from a fifteen year old to a legal adult. You don’t need to be worried about being 18, to me it was pretty similar to 17 and I think you’ll make it through. But back to why I’m proud, I’ve seen you go through a lot, and I’ve tried to help where I can but there’s only so much that I can do from across an ocean and through a screen. You’ve told me I’ve helped you and believe me you’ve helped me too, but I do feel like I can’t help as much as I’d like because we're so far from each other. If I had more money that last line would segue into me moving to Australia or coming to visit you or something but I don’t have that kind of money so let’s just pretend it didn’t sound like a set up.
Something you may not know or maybe you do is that I did plan for about half a year on going to Aus, had ideas of when and had this big plan, but clearly that didn’t happen. I’d been planning on flying over for your high school graduation, be there as you leave the high school system and meet you in person when things were undoubtedly gonna get just a little harder for a bit. It didn’t happen, I couldn’t afford it, but one day I’ll meet you in person I know it. So this is getting a little long and there’s a million things I’d like to say but I don’t know exactly how to say any of it so I love you, I’m proud of you and Happy Birthday.
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"i'm not saying stay but, you should stick around. if you want." Trying™. also memes who.
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that’s enough for poppy. with a smile she puts her things down and sits down, smiling gently at the boy. “thanks.” it’s slightly awkward as they just sit there, so she breaks the silence with the first thing she thinks of. “cam really loves you.” she looks over to cam’s door before turning back to lou. “i mean, like, that boy loves flowers, but he’d destroy the earth in a heartbeat to keep you safe. he’d put you before anything.”
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It's 6:30am and I just spent an hour typing up some drafts what's up
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"He didn’t make it." (yet again) for camden!!
@reluctantseer.
the words repeat in your head, an echo of the doctors voice. you did it wrong, you messed everything up. it’s done. he’s gone. he trusted you and now he’s gone and now you can feel yourself disappearing. this is all your fault and you know it. he knew the risk, right? he knew you had to die before it worked, right? he wasn’t scared was he? you remember how scared you were and it kills you to think of lewis going through that. but yours was sudden, unexpected. he knew it was coming. it was at home. it wasn’t horrific. was it?
you knew this was coming, you never should’ve brought him here. but you had to, you know you did. you couldn’t just leave his dead body in the apartment. well, you very much could’ve, but it soon would’ve started to smell and then people would ask questions and you’d get calls about him missing work and all that would suck. not that this is fun, this also definitely sucks.
but you had to bring him here. avoid suspicions, have him buried. you have a plan, a good one. you’d bury him with his phone, he’ll wake up and it’ll be easy! he can just send you a text! you can dig him up! he doesn’t have to claw out of his grave scared and alone. he doesn’t have to do things the way you had to.
even with all of this planning, knowing what happened and knowing he’s coming back, you feel like you’re falling apart. you didn’t do it wrong. you had gabe there, much to lewis’ dismay, to make sure it was all done right. you did it right, he’s coming back. he has to. but what if he doesn’t.
“oh god.” it sounds like shock that he’s dead, but it isn’t. it’s the sound of you realizing that his family is gonna find out. they’re gonna hear he died, they’re gonna mourn. they’re going to fall apart. they’ll have a funeral. they won’t try to cremate him will they? can you tell them he’s coming back? would he even want them to know that? you go to text him, but he’s not going to be able to respond yet. you’ve never had to deal with not being able to contact lewis before.
you have to tell them, but how? they’d hate you, you’re sure of it. how could they not? you killed their son. that’s what happened, no matter how you explain it. you killed lewis. that’s the truth. he’s coming back, but that doesn’t change the fact that you killed the love of your life. you can’t just say ‘oh he’s coming back, he’ll live forever, it’ll be fine.’ because it wont be fine. he’ll live to see his family die, just like you will. he’ll watch as his great great great grand-nephew dies. he’ll live long enough to see his family tree die. death will forever be the center of his life.
you feel selfish for doing it, but he wanted it. he asked. he gave himself over to you, he knew what was coming. you refuse to accept it as his fault, but he wanted it. gabe said not to go to hospital, said to bury him yourself. said that saves money and time and keeps his family out of it. you can’t keep them out of it. he has a little sister, you can’t keep her out of it.
you wish you were like lewis, wish you could see ghosts. but you can’t. you can tell he’s with you, can feel that presence you only ever feel with him, but the only ‘him’ you can see is the body covered by a sheet being wheeled to the morgue. he’s gonna come back, you know that. but you don’t know that. gabe said every time is a risk. lou knew that, right? he knew that things could go wrong? but they didn’t. you’ll forever tell yourself it didn’t. but he might not come back. all you can do is hope. and pray. and beg whatever god there is to keep him around. he didn’t deserve to die young, he deserves to live forever. if anyone deserved to die young it was you.
he’s dead. you killed him. he’s meant to come back. but what if he doesn’t?
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Why did no one tell us it got this long @reluctantseer
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👫 for ben n lewis (rip) !
four headcanons i have about our muse’s relationship / accepting.
i know we’ve said it but they really are jim and dwight. “i’ve sent lewis emails… from himself…from the future”
but on a serious note: does ben simply enjoy messing with lewis 24/7? yes. but also i think the more they know each other ben recognises that being pissed™ at him might be one of the only ways lewis is actually letting anything out emotion-wise to anyone, which is why he keeps it up and never gets mad about his responses.
gifts for lewis from ben: fuzzy cat socks, a fuzzy cat jumper, hot chilli flavoured sweets, an abba cd, a mug that says ‘i’m mr grumpy.’, a selfie of him and bilbo.
ben: casually calls lewis hotlewis: whatben: what
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hi !! it's me. it's been a while since i got on here and posted but i've made the decision to leave this blog. i'll always really love aaron and appreciate what you guys have put up with in regards to me and aaron, but i wont be watching the show anymore so i think it's time to say goodbye. thank you all for sticking with me up until now and i'm sorry for being so distant ( pretty much always ) but you can find me on my oc blogs for now ! ( @empathreading & @reluctantseer ). i genuinely do appreciate the support and love that's in this fandom and i couldn't be more grateful for the friends and experiences i've made here in what has almost been two years. i wish you all the best. thanks for everything.
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