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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guys i have a laptop now so instead of using my shit phone i can actually read what im typing this is so crazy maybe i won't have anymore typos
also happy v-dayyyyyy <33
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Y/n winces when they open their eyes. They're greeted with the bright light of the sun from the porthole above the couch. They groan as they immediately cover their eyes. It's then that Y/n realizes they're crammed into Blaze's side on the couch.
Blaze stirs in his sleep next to them. He stretches as he releases a yawn. With his eyes still closed he hugs Y/n, "Morning. How you feeling?"
"My head hurts," Y/n deadpans making Blaze chuckle— a deep rumble they can feel, "What about you?"
"I have a little headache but ya know I didn't drink as much as a certain someone," Blaze talks with a slight sing-songy tone as he teases Y/n, "Do you even remember anything from last night?"
"Um dinner was good?" Y/n's face scrunches while they think hard about the previous night. It was going to take some water and a long shower to remember at least some of what happened. They sigh at Blaze's tight lipped grin, "Clearly someone handles their alcohol better than I."
Blaze laughs as he carefully gets out of bed which allows Y/n to notice that he does not have a shirt on. They have a million questions now, "Get some rest today. You need it."
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Y/n takes that extra long shower. They sit on the tiled floor, letting the water spill over their head. The warm temperature eases their headache. Y/n stares at the drain. A few foamy bubbles remain on the metal surface from their body wash. While they stare off into space they think back to the night before. Slowly, pieces of memories start to work their way back into Y/n's brain.
Promises of kisses make Y/n's face burn. Blaze didn't remember all that too did he? Y/n kinda hoped so because god did they sound pathetic. Y/n roughly rubs their hand on their face. They stand curtly to hurry out of the shower. They probably stole all the hot water on the boat house.
Their headache wasn't as bad but definitely made itself known when Y/n stands up. They dry up and finish getting ready for the day. Seeing themself in the foggy mirror makes them laugh at how awful they looked.
By the time they come out of the bathroom, there's hardly anyone left on the boat. Checking the time, it's pretty late in the afternoon. Y/n peeks into their room to see Maria still out on her couch with a pillow over her face as well as Ryland on his own bed. No sign of Blaze though.
Y/n goes into the kitchen instead to get something in their system that wasn't alcohol. They notice out on the front deck of the boat that Dottie was asleep in the sun on one of the pool chairs.
It didn't seem like anyone else was around. Y/n takes their breakfast out onto the front deck by Dottie to get some fresh air. The waves sloshing against the side of the boat and the wind in Y/n's face is a refreshing ambiance they welcome in their hungover state. While they eat Y/n goes on their phone and sees that they have a couple text from Blaze.
