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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i keep drawing him so angryyyy i don't mean to LOL ~~~
The pack gets back to the house. Aaron suggests burgers as dinner while everyone sticks around. The wolves agree.
The rest of the house eventually joins the group. A big grilled out dinner is made and enjoyed by everyone. The night begins to come to a close when the sun just barely lights the horizon. Y/n yawns on their place in the couch. They were too tired to move up to their bedroom like many others.
"Hey," A voice behind the couch wakes them up. They lean their head back to see Blaze standing there. The rest of the pack walks past behind him towards the door.
"Are you guys heading out?" Y/n stands up quickly.
"Uh yeah it's getting a bit late and we've got a bit of a walk," Blaze says sheepishly.
Y/n glances back out the glass doors at the cloudy night sky, "Oh."
Blaze adjusts his footing awkwardly, "Well um before we go I was wondering if you have any plans for tomorrow and if not did you maybe want to meet up with us?"
"Oh! Yeah of course," They nod eagerly.
"Sure!" Blaze beams, "Um I'll text you tomorrow? Your number hasn't changed has it?"
"Oh. No it hasn't," Y/n reassures.
"Awesome," He starts to back towards the front door, "See you then."
"Yeah see you," Y/n waves. Once the group leaves— with various waves of their own— they make their way up stairs to their own room.
They get ready for bed after taking a quick shower. While drying their hair, a notification from their phone lights up their phone. Y/n picks it up off the dresser in front of them.
A text from Blaze sits on their home screen. Seeing his contact there again after so long sends butterflies into Y/n's stomach. They walk back into their bed and lay down. Holding their phone over their face they open the message.
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heyy ig the plan for tmr is a beach day if that works up to u id u still want to go *is *fi *IF
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Blaze groans and face palms. First time texting Y/n in ages and he already embarrassed himself.
He rolls over onto his side in his bed. He checks his phone screen to see Y/n typing. He stares eagerly at the text bubble.
