floriography [ stories five ]

yeet || somethin vaguely spooky

[ i wanna apologize bc i rlly haven't gotten in to the halloween spirit this year so i'm probably not gonna write the halloween thing i wanted to

song: lonely ghosts by swmrs

⚠️- language, lewis getting scared, then in the second section it's vampire logan and there's a blood warning

stay safe,
lew. ]

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Lewis never should've agreed to watch horror movies with Logan.

It wasn't an issue in the moment, watching the movies and laughing during commercial breaks, tossing popcorn at each other (and then Lewis feeling bad because of the mess they were making for the housekeepers).

But as soon as the credits rolled, Lewis felt that familiar paranoid chill creeping up his spine. It was enough to really fuck with him, voice trembling as he told Logan, "I'm gonna go take a shower. Please don't turn the lights out yet."

"Wasn't planning on it," Logan replied, stretching out on the huge bed. "Take your time."

And Lewis definitely did. He'd just started to relax under the warm water, when a slight creaking noise set him off again. Quickly, he shut the water off and grabbed his towel, mentally cursing himself. What a dumb fucking move. The people in horror movies always gets killed while they're in the shower!

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back. Lewis squealed, closing his eyes. Being murdered wouldn't be so bad, right?

"Dude. Stop— it's me. I just wanted to know if you think it's too late to get dinner."

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[ okie dokie this is another warning + the concept for this bc i finally solidified what i was gonna do.
⚠️- blood and bites?? // concept: lewis got himself into a shitty situation, being addicted to the endorphin rush from vampire bites. and has been hiding said fact from his best friend who happens to be a vampire: logan. ]

It had been at least a week.

Lewis scratched idly at the healing skin on his neck, staring at the clock. Zoned out, he missed half of what Logan was trying to tell him. But when Logan finally did catch his attention again, it was just tunnel vision: focused on the fangs barely peeking out from his lips.

"Bro! You're hard-core just staring at my lips. Like I told you before, if you just have to kiss me, do it before Harry sees," Logan said, the smile tugging his fangs further into view.

Lewis tore his gaze away, heat rising in his face. Unfortunately, he couldn't look away for long. "It's not that. I... uh... was remembering something I need to do really soon."

"Lighten up, Lew. I was just telling you that I'm gonna have to go soon, I need to, y'know—" He tapped one of his fangs, and before Lewis could even convince himself to stop, he made that dumbass offer.

"Go ahead and bite me."

Logan just stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly got up and sat beside him, lifting his hand away from his neck. "How long have you been letting people do this? And why haven't I noticed before?"

Lewis remained silent, just shrugging slightly. His heart was racing, though, and Logan could hear the blood rushing through his friend's veins. Slowly, deliberately, he turned Lewis' head and made eye contact. "Answer me," he murmured, adding just the tiniest bit of compulsion to his words.

Lewis pulled in a deep breath. "I dunno. It's been at least a month or two. Normally I keep 'em covered, but you came by with no warning today."

Logan waited a moment, then sighed softly. "You can't let strangers take advantage of you like that. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I knew you'd blow it outta proportion. Sunshine, this is my decision, and even though it's a really bad one, I've gotta deal with it."

"I'll make you a deal. Stop letting other people use you to feed... and I'll bite you once a week or something so you won't be quitting all at once."

Lewis thought it over. "Since you probably don't wanna take 'no' as an answer, then... deal."

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[ i'm physically and mentally exhausted rn so,,,, this is what i've got ]