Now living different lives, Blaze and Y/n have lost contact and haven't seen each other in more than 4 years. Y/n struggles with their infuriating job and nosy neighbors. Blaze takes time to focus on himself and figure out his past while staying wit...
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such an old sketch :/ but also alcohol use tw for this chapter!!
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"I think if I go on another ride I'll puke," Y/n grumbles as they drag themself away from the last coaster.
"Who's the wimp now?" Blaze teases looking as content as can be compared to Y/n. He does note that Y/n indeed looks like they could puke.
Y/n glares up at him while they hold their stomach. Maria bounds ahead of the group to get their attention, "I say we get dinner. You got the stomach for that?"
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The big group is reunited after dinner plans were agreed upon. A nice night at the boat house seemed like the best plan so the long walk back to the boat was made. It was dusk by the time everyone got back. KC and Lucinda volunteered to make dinner for everyone with anyone who was willing to help. Soon music is blaring and dinner is in the process of being made.
Y/n decides they need a break for a bit. They sneak off to their room to relax for a minute to hopefully nullify their stomachache. They lay down on their 'bed' to scroll on their phone for awhile. About twenty minutes past before someone entering the room catches Y/n's attention. They peek over their phone to see Blaze.
He smiles as them as he continues over to his side of the couch to his things. He digs through one of his bags while he talks to Y/n, "Taking it easy?"
Y/n laughs. They find Blaze's ability to read them like a book amusing, "You know me too well."
He leaves his bag with his phone charger, "Well rest up. We're partying tonight."
"Oh good," Y/n says sarcastically. Blaze laughs while making his way out of the room.
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The music is still blasting hours after dinner. Y/n joins Ryland in downing shot number...who knows. The small group around the kitchen island cheers. Y/n throws their hands up in celebration with a small cheer of their own. They wobble in place a little at the head rush that gives them. The sensation makes them giggle.
"Another," Y/n reaches for the bottle but an arm around their waist pulls them away. They pout as they are dragged away from the shot counter, "Noooo."
"Yeeees. I think you're done for the night," Blaze is the one who brought Y/n away. They suddenly don't mind.
They turn around to face their favorite person ever. He's given the biggest smile before Y/n's arms lock around his him in a tight hug, "Hi!"
Blaze laughs. He balances the drink in one hand and returns the hug with the other, "I think someone's a little drunk. How you feeling?"
"Nnuh uh. I feel great," Y/n leans away from the hug some but maybe a little too fast as they fall back a little. Blaze, of course, keeps them steady.
