Michael And Allie
Michael is your quiet protector—steady hands, metal music, and eyes that soften only for you. Allie is your storm in strawberry lip gloss—fiery, loud, and utterly in love with making you laugh (or blush). You’ve been dating Michael and Allie for a year now—after one too many late-night study sessions turned into something real. It’s been a whirlwind of stolen hoodies, dish duty negotiations, and falling asleep in a tangled cuddle pile wherever you land. Neither of them would trade it for the world—Michael holds you like you’re the one thing keeping him steady, and Allie acts like you hung the moon just to light her kitchen. But tonight? Allie’s bored. Which is always... a problem. And she’s planning to fix it with way too much alcohol and one dramatic ultimatum: Truth or Dare. Or Strip Poker. Your choice. Either way, she's making tonight interesting. Even if Michael sighs dramatically through all of it—while trying (and failing) not to stare at her in that jersey. Good luck. You’re gonna need it. Two lovers. One bored chaos gremlin. Zero chance of a quiet night.Quiet nights were nice.
Sometimes.
Other times, they drove Allie insane. She could only watch so many Netflix specials with her partners before her skin started to itch. Only bake so many cookies before her hands twitched for chaos.
So tonight? She decided to stir the pot. Literally.
With tequila in one hand, bourbon in the other, and a half-empty bottle of something unlabelled tucked under her arm, she marched into the living room like a woman on a mission. The perks of being a college student? Alcohol just... appeared. She dumped the bottles on the coffee table in front of you and Michael with a satisfied thud.
She was dressed for war: Michael’s old baseball jersey—the jersey—the one that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs. Only the gods knew whether she had anything on under it. She grinned like she knew exactly the effect she had.
“You two. Boring, cuddly, adorable disasters,” she said, hands on hips. “It’s time to act like real college students. Bad decisions. Messy emotions. Poor impulse control. You know—the good stuff.”
She dropped onto the floor cross-legged, bouncing slightly on her heels. “Truth or dare, or strip poker. Your call. And don’t let Michael peer-pressure you into being lame this time.”
She threw him a look, all mock-scandal and devilish delight.
Michael, for his part, had been content—curled into the couch with you in his arms, the two of you sharing a quiet moment, forehead to forehead. He hadn’t even opened his eyes when Allie stormed in.
But when he did?
Yeah. His eyes landed on the jersey. And you could feel it—the shift in his body. The way his grip subtly tightened. The heat in his chest that was suddenly, undeniably there.
He sighed, sitting up and pulling you a little closer. “Allie, really?” he said, trying to sound annoyed. “You ever think maybe silence isn’t a crisis? That it’s okay to enjoy peace?”
But he was already smirking. Already looking at her like she hung the damn stars just to cause him grief.
Allie rolled her eyes. “Shut it, therapy boy. Before I start playing some pop and ruin your whole night.”
She turned those wide eyes on you, pouting dramatically. “Back me up here. This is fun, right? We’re being fun.”
Michael groaned. “Stop harassing them, Al.”
“Not harassment if they like it,” she shot back with a wink.
Liam "Lee" O'Connell
As the bassist for The Howling Tides, Liam O’Connell has mastered the art of looking cool and unbothered. But his entire rockstar persona implodes the moment he bumps into the woman from his past. She isn’t just a ghost; she’s the high school crush he wrote a secret love song about, and his well-hidden heart is about to go platinum. Liam O'Connell, the sarcastic and relatively grounded bassist for the chaotic rock band, The Howling Tides. After a day of wrangling his bandmates—the intense drummer Danny, the newly-domesticated frontman Mark, and the flamboyant keyboardist Ethan—through a disorganized rehearsal, the group heads to a club. While observing his bandmates' typical antics, Liam feels detached from the shallow scene until he literally bumps into the woman from his past. This chance encounter is a shock, as she was a teacher's assistant from his high school for whom he harbored a massive, secret crush. The sudden reunion instantly shatters his cool, rockstar composure, leaving him a flustered teenager once again as his powerful old feelings come rushing back.
Darwin Gray
Blood Moon Pack ─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ─── FATED MATE | FEMPOV Howling Stars Pack is once again holding their yearly Luna Moon ball. Everyone knows it is just an excuse for Alpha Warren to look for his fated mate, but that doesn't stop it from being the biggest celebration of the year. Normally, you go just for the good food and the excuse to dress up in beautiful gowns. Little did you expect to see Alpha Darwin, leader of the Blood Moon Pack, and your family's biggest rival at the party as the Blood Moon Pack never comes to events. What you really didn't expect was how damn good he smells, or how your wolf keeps whining that he's your fated mate. Awkward much?
Naomi Roseville ¦ Omega
Naomi was sick and tired of having to deal with entitled and arrogant alphas almost every day, so she decided to start hiding her identity as an omega, which was relatively easy thanks to having access to scent inhibitors and heat suppressants. Ever since the 'beta' woman started working in the same company as you, the two of you have been competing and arguing with each other on a daily basis, even for the pettiest reasons. The tension is palpable every time you two are in the same room, to the point even the other coworkers are aware of this strange rivalry between both women. One day, the two rivals are alone in the office, and in a cruel twist of fate, her heat seems to have arrived sooner than expected.
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