floriography [ stories five ]

waterparks still has my heart || random song things

[ remember my sleep playlist bullshit?? cuz we back, but with songs from my super vague 'lew' playlist, which is like a mashup of lewis' music taste, theme songs, and other shit

song: war crimes by waterparks

⚠️- language, individual sections will be marked

stay safe,
lew. ]

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[ dangerous blues ; the young veins. "even the tide gets high at night". ⚠️- weed lmao ]

Lewis held his blunt between shaky fingers, the humid early summer air wrapping around him just like the smoke. He had to keep reminding himself that this did not mean he was spiraling. He could enjoy a little pot every now and then, and it didn't mean he was gonna start like... snorting coke off of a stripper's ass or something, right?

"Gods, Lew, are you going to relax at all?" Logan murmured, squeezing Lewis' shoulder as he exhaled.

It took him a few seconds to unfreeze, to tuck the unlit blunt into Logan's shirt pocket, to take in a couple deep breaths. "I dunno. I might have to go take a shower or something and go to bed."

"I'll be there sometime. Get some sleep." He pressed a quick kiss to Lewis' forehead. "Don't wait up for me."

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[ wasteland, baby ; hozier. set during the time that lewis and logan were together. aka the one based on messaging ideas and this post:

]

"Hey, babe? I need to talk to you about something!" Lewis called, closing the hotel room door behind himself.

He'd left Logan to his own devices while he went to pick up snacks, and got a mildly troubling call from his mother while he was out. So of course, that topic weighed heavily on his mind, even more so than the anxiousness for performing on The Today Show the next morning.

Logan came out of the bathroom a few moments later, towel still slung over his shoulder. "Everything okay?"

He set the food on the table, then turned to face his boyfriend. "Have you been hitting on my mom's husband?"

He was quiet for a few long moments, finally settling on: "He's hot."

"That doesn't mean you can just— dude. He's the lord of the fuckin' dead." Lewis let out a frustrated sigh. "You're kinda on Mom's shit-list right now."

"Lewis. He's literally Hozier. The musician, y'know? I can't be held responsible for my actions around attractive people."

"Logan, I love you, and that's why I'm telling you that if you keep on trying to get in Hades' pants, my mom is gonna kill you and I can't stop her."

"You can't tell me he's not hot." Logan fell back on one of the beds, covering his eyes with a sigh of his own.

Lewis groaned. "I'm not calling him hot! That's practically my stepdad, and it's so fucking weird that you, my boyfriend, wanna sleep with him."

"I don't think it's weird."

"Of course you don't."

There was a lull in the conversation as Lewis unpacked the bags he'd brought in. Finally, though, Logan sat up and cleared his throat. "To be fair... I thought he was hot before I knew that he was married to your mom."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Lewis asked dryly from his spot at the table, taking a drink from his can of green tea.

"Does it?" Logan got up and sat across from him, sorting through what he'd brought in. He picked out a bag of gummy bears, and tossed a few in his mouth.

"Not really."

"Listen, I only offered to—"

"I don't wanna hear it." He stood up, grabbed his drink, and started for the door. "I'm gonna go hang out with Jon. Don't fantasize about my stepdad while I'm gone."

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[ then here's something salvaged from my drafts here ]

It was easy to find Logan.

Every single party, he seemed to be the center of attention, so full of light and life that the majority of people felt drawn to him. And of course, Lewis was only (half) human, so he fell under that charismatic charm too.

He wiped his hands on the dark denim of his jeans, then picked up the two drinks he'd gotten: one for him, one for his best friend. He managed to slip through the crowd easily, not spilling a single drop on his dumb Hawaiian shirt that may or may not have actually belonged to Jon.

Logan grinned like always when Lewis showed up beside him, throwing his arm around the older man's shoulders. He gratefully took the offered drink, downing more than half of it in one go. Before he could say anything, though, Lewis carefully asked a question.

"Are you about ready to head to our room? We've got an early start tomorrow."

"I don't wanna leave yet."