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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[vibing]

[ He... isn't quite following, and raises his eyebrows at Flynn. ]

So, what, Steve's my admirer? But he gave them to you... 'cause he's shy?

[ Okay, he's mostly fucking with Flynn, because his face is adorable right now, but also ]

[thinkfirst]

[ Flynn narrows his eyes. This is purposeful. It must be. ]

While it wouldn't surprise me if Steve was an admirer of yours, the flowers are [ okay deep breath Scifo just because the room is spinning doesn't mean you can't explain this well ] for you, from me, via Steve.

[vibing]

So... Steve gave you flowers-- [ To give to Yuri. Yuri stares at the flowers, feeling his face flush warm ] Uh... okay.

[thinkfirst]

[ He's baffled.

Somehow Flynn knew he would be: it's the reason they're still in his room and not in Yuri's hands, even though Steve gave the things to him a few days ago and they're no longer in the best shape. When has Yuri ever gotten something like flowers? When has he ever expressed interest in traditional romance? Flowers are something that you give someone when you're asking them on a date, and just because they're soulmates—

well.

Flynn shifts on the bed, straightening up. ]

I was.... going to give them to you when, um.

[ Goddess, this is a terrible time to do this, everything is so warm and buzzy. ]

When I asked you to please go on a date. With me. Not Steve.

[vibing]

[ Wait

wait

wait

Yuri stares at him, then looks down at the flowers. His face is bright red now, and his mind is not working because Flynn just asked him out.

Flynn just asked him out

Flynn just asked him out?

Did he? ]

You were going to ask me out?

[thinkfirst]

[ Yuri is..... so cute, flushed like this, his ears high and alert. Flynn shifts along the bed until he's braced in the space between Yuri's knees, lets both hands land on Yuri's arms. ]

I am asking you out. I'd like to take you to dinner.

[vibing]

Oh.

[ Yuri is stuck there, staring at Flynn, and somehow this makes no sense to him. Even after being soulmates, even after hooking up every night for the last two weeks, even after spending as much time as possible together and sharing kisses and a bed, somehow being asked out is another level. ]

Really?

[thinkfirst]

[ Flynn wrinkles his nose. Did he say it wrong? Was he unclear? It's hard to tell—everything is sort of immediate, sort of hazy, but he doesn't want Yuri to be unclear about his intentions if he's really doing this (why did it seem so hard to do)?

He has to do something, clearly, to make himself understood. ]

...hand me the flowers.

[vibing]

[ Yuri doesn't even hesitate. He hands Flynn the flowers like they burned him, his heart thudding in his throat.

Is he taking it back? Does he not actually want to ask Yuri out? He would get it. He really would. He feels so-- hopeful. Hopeful, like this is confirmation that Flynn really likes him, like he really wants him, like that isn't clear after the last few weeks ]

[thinkfirst]

[ Flynn's hands curl around the thermos. It would be better if these were in a vase—he really should have found one—but it doesn't matter. What matters is getting this right as it is. Flynn's head is still spinning, and Yuri swims in front of his eyes but he focuses, pulls up every ounce of self-control he possesses to make sure he gets this right, and holds the flowers back out. ]

Yuri, will you go on a date with me?

[vibing]

[ Flynn's eyes are unfocused and he's flushed and he's drunk, fuck. He's drunk, and of course he doesn't really mean this and Yuri breathes a laugh, staring at the flowers instead of Flynn's face because he doesn't want to feel what's in Flynn's gaze right now ]

You're drunk, Flynn. Steve'll get mad if you give those flowers to me. He's a nice guy.

[thinkfirst]

Wh—

[ What is he doing wrong? Flynn stares up at Yuri, his smile dropping, his brows knitting together. His wings droop, but he shoves the flowers into Yuri's hands, rising up off the bed after them, crowding into Yuri's space. ]

They're for you! They were always for you!

[vibing]

[ Suddenly, Flynn is in his face and Yuri stumbles back, holding tight to the flowers and he meets Flynn's eyes (fuck) and feels everything there: Flynn's determination, his honestly, his frustration. He feels it and, shit. Flynn means it? ]

Okay, okay! I'll take the flowers. I--thanks.

[thinkfirst]

[ He took the flowers. Flynn can't focus on that, awash in Yuri's uncertainty, the bright painful flare of hope and an equal amount of disappointment, like he really didn't think Flynn would mean it.

Why wouldn't Flynn mean it?

Of course he wants to go out with Yuri. Maybe he wants it too much, and Yuri doesn't want to match him there. He hasn't actually said yes. He's said really and you're drunk and I'll take the flowers but he hasn't—

When Yuri wants things, he goes for them.

Flynn pulls his eyes away from Yuri's, trying to keep his face neutral. ]

...I told him you wouldn't know what to do with them.

[vibing]

[ Yuri has the feeling that he really stepped in something, and he stands there, feeling lost and like an idiot with the flowers in his hands.

Flowers for him, from Flynn (and Steve).

Flynn asked him out. Flynn is drunk, but... he wanted to. Right? He really wanted to.

Fuck, Yuri isn't sure what to do with that. ]

Yeah, I... don't think I've ever gotten flowers before.

[thinkfirst]

[ Not thank you, either. There is something, Flynn is sure: something that he's missing, shining there right in front of him. His eyes are dark with confusion and glassy from wine he didn't mean to drink, and Yuri accepted the flowers but not the date, doesn't even know what to do with them.

But he's happy being Flynn's soulmate.

But he doesn't want to date him.

There are too many pieces, and they don't quite fit, or Flynn can't make them fit. He stares at Yuri, unsure where to step next. ]

I... told him that, too. They're, um.

[ The word skips away from him before he can say it, and Flynn grimaces, huffs out an annoyed breath, and sits back heavy on the bed. ]

I hate alcohol.

[vibing]

Yeah, I know.

[ Yuri's staring at the flowers, his face still flushed, his heart confused and full and aching and he wants so much that he doesn't know what to do with it.

He sets the flowers back down onto the dresser, and shifts over to drop next to Flynn. He hesitates for a second, then drops his hand to Flynn's thigh ]

Sleep it off. You'll feel better in the morning. Or like shit. But you won't be drunk anymore.

[thinkfirst]

[ Flynn's poor heart can't take this. Everything slows down, heats up as Yuri shifts closer: Flynn thinks what? and is about to voice it, confused on-edge, when Yuri drops a hand to his leg.

It's a tiny touch, and it's somehow more intimate than Yuri's hand on him.

Flynn shivers with it, his lips parting, silent. He snaps his mouth shut with a click of teeth. What does he mean? What does he want?)

Yuri is so close. His palm burns like a brand, and Flynn feels dizzy and hot, and he aches somewhere inside the cage of his own ribs. He could just lean over, press his nose into the comfortable curve of Yuri's shoulder, stay there. He could. The thought flashes, sticks, balloons until Flynn can't ignore it, until he's stuck feeling Yuri's fingers and the rise and fall of his breath.

He could—

There is a breath, and it lingers. Flynn swallows and turns his face, presses his lips to Yuri's shoulder instead, breathes in the smell of campfire and smoke and trees. ]

Would've been more fun with you.

[vibing]

[ Fuck. Yuri's eyes flutter shut and he's 18 again, sitting with Flynn in their shared bunk after they got into some stupid fight with other knights.

Except they're not 18 and this is Flynn's bunk, but at camp instead of in the barracks. He laughs, soft and easy, turning his face into Flynn's hair (what if they did go out? What if Flynn meant it? What would that be like, dating Flynn? Would that make Flynn his boyfriend?

Fuck.) ]

I'm here now. You wanna have fun?

[thinkfirst]

[ It really is like they're 18 again. Everything was easier then. Confusion could fall away in clean ribbons with a few well-placed words; they could realign themselves so easily then. Flynn would chastise him for provoking the rest of their brigade and then heal his black eye so nobody would know that he got hit.

Heat curls; Flynn smiles, secret and silly, letting everything settle. His hand drops over the top of Yuri's. ]

What happened to sleep it off?

[vibing]

Hey, it's your hangover. I'm just here to make sure you don't do anything too stupid.

[ Yuri's heart flutters. Something about holding hands gets to him, it makes him feel a kind of way that's so much like love that he doesn't know what to do with it ]

[thinkfirst]

[ Their fingers lace, and something knits itself around Flynn's heart. He smiles into Yuri's shoulder, lets his lips trail over to the bare skin just inside his collar. ]

Then I guess, [ he breathes, shoving back everything else, the confusion and the hurt and the uncertainty, ] we should go right to bed.