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angel mid-scroll on tiktok finding an edit of david on a gig or something. them pausing, stitching to it a video of them in shock with david beside them.

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I read someone’s post wrong and it sparked inspiration in me.

Who do you guys think would be the best roomate(s)?

Who would be the worst?

Could be any of the boys or the listeners.

For me: Best roommates would be

- Ollie (because we could get up to shenanigans together and he wouldn’t mind my snacking habits [because he would join in])

- Guy (brings home pizza and I think he would share)

- Huxley (would legitimately just be chill+lots of plants to liven up the place)

- Angel (would probably drag me out to places around the city [even if I might not want to] and could play minecraft together)

- Honey (we mind our own fucking business and are nice enough to each other [i don’t think anyone could be a worse roommate to them than kayla])

Worst Roommates would be: (don’t whack me for these, i love all of them, these are all very lighthearted)

- Blake (Obsessed with his high school crush, has an amalgamation of Sovereigns in his head, kinda disappears for weeks on end out of nowhere [bills?? no texts??])

- The Shaw Pack.

• David and Milo are mostly fine. I think they would be good roommates but they are also wolves and I HC that they like being wolves at home and my apartment is not big enough to accommodate full sized wolves. (maybe 1 wolp max)

• Asher (objectively shifts at home for max relax + we both have anxiety about answering the door for pizza. I also shed a lot of hair and there’s only room for one shedder in this town [read: apartment])

• Darlin (almost bled out on the couch, doesn’t like touching my groceries and doesn’t really get their own [actively making food and begging them to eat] would cause me too much stress but i think they’d on average be nice, but too much of a stranger, I’d get anxiety that they hate me)

- Gavin (I would develop the biggest fucking crush on this man, he would flirt for energy pickups, it would never work.)

- Corvus AND Smartass (They would ragebait me and I’d get fucking baited.)

I need to stop here because my list would be so long, but this is really fun to think about.

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William and Porter

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Asher gets turned on when Babe uses physical force on him - even gently.

When they drag him around by the hand as they go on walks and he's left almost tripping over his feet to catch up, it stirs something in him. And when they look back at him with those sparkling eyes, full of curiosity, he's weak in the knees.

Sometimes they'll push Asher onto the couch. When the back of his knees touch the edge, and they use the momentum to push him down, his breath catches. Babe always follows up by climbing into his lap, straddling his thighs and giving him a kiss on the lips.

After a late night working, he'll surprise them by picking them up at their office with a bouquet of flowers. As soon as they notice his shadow outside, they're bolting out the door and slamming into him in a hug, almost sending them both crashing to the ground. Asher is strong, though, and he's fully ready as he spins them around in his arms before propping them back down. The force of their excitement in this moment is something he always looks forward to.

He likes it when they make their presence known and are unapologetic about it - when they jump onto him, when they pull him around by the hand, when they force him to look up with a hand on his chin. They have his heart in their hands, and there's no one else he'd rather trust it with.

It also reminds him of the things they like doing during spicy time, which definitely doesn't stop his pants from becoming uncomfortably tight as Babe yanks him towards them in a hug, that bright smile he fell in love with on full display.

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Sam, Huxley, Treasure, and Angel to thier partners.

tag even more characters this apply to.

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They had been stuck in Hell for about four months, but his Starlight still slept every now and then. It was a hard habit to shake. Avior thought their pure stubbornness prevented them from giving up on escaping, but there was something they said before they slept. Just quietly to themselves, they would recite,

“Star light, Star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have this wish I wish tonight.” hope

He asked them about it once. They explained it was a children’s rhyme - you make a wish on a star before you sleep and just maybe it would be granted by the morning. Something to keep their hopes up in some silly way.

“What do you wish for?” Avior asked.

“A Pony." They scoffed and nudged him. "What do you think I wish for? Anyway that’s not the important question.”

“Then what is the important question?”

They waited a moment before answering. Made a point of looking in his eyes, like they were about to share a huge secret. “Which star am I wishing on?”

Avior didn't know any constellations - he had barely wanted to focus on people while in Elegy, he never gave the sky a second thought. So when he had figured out the magic to create their own stars Avior had to make them up as he went. His Starlight had helped of course, giving suggestions on how big some should be, changing the colours if they could and of course creating their own constellations with crazy stories wherever possible. They never named the individual lights though.

He looked up to these 'stars' now, both thinking and admiring his work. He adopted a thinking face and pointed to one of the smaller specks on the ceiling.

“That one.”

Starlight chuckled, “No.”

“This one.”

“Na-uh”

“Then... this one.”

“Okay I’ll tell you.”

His lover took his pointing hand and pulled it into their chest, using their other to guide his face back to them and kissed him. warmth

“It’s you.”

He didn’t respond for a moment. All his words somehow couldn’t compare to that.

“You told me all demons shared names with stars; it would be rude to seek someone else’s patronage.”

“I’m not exactly the brightest and bubbliest - I don't know if I count as a star."

"It's wishing on the star itself not how bright it is, silly." They bonked him, like a disapproving cat owner. He planted a kiss on their forehead taking the opportunity to nestle his nose in their hair.

“Well you wish on the star. I’ll follow the exact wording and trust the Starlight.”

“That’s not the p-”

“Point I know, stubborn. I’m not egomaniac enough think I can fix this without you. My Starlight .”

The star and its light. Two parts of a whole and a semantic argument about the difference between them. It fit them perfectly, at least he thought so. They we still gripping his hand, playing with his fingers absentmindedly.

"We’ll work it out - we have to." They were determined. anxious

"Of course we will my Starlight. We'll get out of here, I promise."

And when he had his chance he did. No matter what it cost him.

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Body broken, lungs filled with smoke, Avior could only look up and see his Starlight through bloody tears. Safe. In the real world. He had kept his promise. They were free.

He was wrong of course. Their wish was that they would both get out. If they still had their memories they would've ripped the Meridian apart to get him back. That wasn't an option though.

pain

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It doesn’t take a lot to turn David on, he’s just good at hiding it when in public.

He loves looking down at Angel - it fires up that protective side of him. And when they look up at him with those doe eyes? He’s weak in the knees and turned on.

He’s got a reputation to maintain though, so he’s learnt to keep a stoic expression on his face even though his mind wanders. Angel can instantly tell what he’s thinking though, and they’ll stir up shit every chance they can get.

This game of poking the bear also turns David on though. The longer it goes the more pent up he gets, and by the time they’re both home he doesn’t waste a second to pin them to a wall and kiss them senseless. He’ll trap both their wrists with one hand and use the other to pull them towards him, whispering in their ear as they fall pliant to his touch.

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It doesn’t take much for Milo to be turned on. He’s hopelessly in love with Sweetheart through and through.

But what really gets to him is their confidence.

When they look at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, a look that almost feels like a challenge, he’s in the palm of their hand.

When they train and effortlessly execute one skilled manoeuvre after another, he’s drooling.

When they raise their voice to command their team, he’s down bad on the floor on his knees.

Shoulders back, chin up, confident click of their boots with every step. Their whole demeanour makes him so turned on he had to look away and force himself to think about other things.

But when they’re at home and relaxed, letting him carry them to the bathroom to shower together, he’s also infatuated with them. This raw, unfiltered side of them behind the confidence and outward strength that only he gets to see is one he treasures more than anything else. To have them let him take the reins turns him on too - but less in a lustful way, more in a “I want to make love to them to show them how much I appreciate them” type of way.

He loves every side of them.

So he basically turned on whenever they breathe.

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hello people! i’ve been sick and swamped this week so to make up for being gone uhhhh here’s some random darlin headcanon stuff?

very pointy canine teeth!!! <33

they do that thing when reversing a car where they put their hand on the passenger seat (it melts sam and angel alike)

i like to think they take dance classes with asher, it’s sorta become a new way they get all that energy out

can do a cartwheel and a back handspring

binges food shows (hell’s kitchen/culinary class wars/master chef)

their name is on a bunch of research papers, it’s become a game to try and find them all

gets tackled by the pack kids at every function because rides and fluffy

is actually a lightweight, they get their drinks with a lot more mixer

shows up unannounced but is always welcomed by the boys nonetheless

naps as much as humanly possible, mostly in wolf form but sometimes in human form. marie thought they had narcolepsy at some point but nope they just.. nap

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y’all are gonna be over the moon this weekend lmao

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God forbid a man try to sleep around here.

Sam and Darlin's story arc playing parallel to each other with Darlin' slowly learning to accept the pack and their love and care while Sam separates from the clan in search of a family he CHOOSES is honestly beautiful.

Someone who's more conscious than me refine this, I'm half awake and the powers that be are throwing completed puzzles at me again.

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Yandere!David who runs an elite private security firm where clients include high-profile billionaires, corrupt politicians, and dangerous secrets, but none of them make him lose sleep. Angel does.

The first time he sees them, they’re in the lobby, signing in for a job interview. Not for anything important, just front desk work.

They’re calm. Normal. But something snaps in him.

Yandere!David who doesn’t believe in chance encounters. He looks up their resume, socials, search history, criminal record, exes, allergies. Calls off the rest of the interviews. Tells HR he’s “found someone promising.”

Reviews footage of them sitting in the lobby. Zooms in. Watches it again. For what? He's not sure.

Every tilt of their head looks like fate.

Yandere!David who insists on interviewing them himself and for the first time feels....nervous. He wears his nicest watch, his cleanest suit, has their résumé memorised.

He offers them water, smiles with his teeth just enough.

Angel thinks he’s a little intense, sure. But kind. Focused. Professional.

What they don’t see is his phone vibrating under the table, his tech team already running a deep scan on their entire digital footprint.

“You said you’re not seeing anyone?” “No.” Smile. “Good.”

Yandere!David who gives them the job immediately, but tells no one why. Everyone assumes they’re a friend of someone important. David assigns them to the same floor as his office. Rewrites the security pass levels so they have access to his wing.

“Just in case,” he says. He’s lying. He wants them close.

The first gift shows up in their locker a week later: a light bracelet in a velvet pouch. No note. Just their engraved initials.

Angel thinks it’s a mistake.

David’s eyes flick to their wrist every day to check if they’re carrying it.

Yandere!David who starts protecting them from things they don’t know are dangerous. That barista who flirts too much? Fired. That delivery driver who stared too long? Security flagged his license plate, tracked his home address. He doesn’t come back. That coworker who got too friendly? Transferred to a different branch overnight.

Angel starts to joke, “I think I have a guardian angel.” David just grins:

“No, sweetheart. You’ve got something a little more permanent.”

Yandere!David who starts calling them “mine” before they even realise they’re dating. Slips it in casually.

“Have you seen my assistant?” “You mean Angel?” “Yeah. Mine.”

It starts off as a joke to everyone else. But his tone doesn’t change.

One night he tells a guy at a bar:

“If you touch them again, I’ll pull your hands off your body.” And everyone believes him.

Yandere!David who finally kisses them after weeks of control. They’re upset. Some minor scare. He takes them back to his office to “calm down.”

“I don’t like seeing you afraid.”

“Why do you care so much?”

And he just says it, soft, reverent, undeniable.

“Because you’re mine. You always were.”

Then he kisses them like he can’t help it. Like he’s been starving.

Yandere!David who treats being in a relationship like having ultimate clearance. He already had access to their files. Now he wants access to their heartbeat. Doesn’t ask where they’ve been because he already knows.

He wants to know things like..

“What did you think about today?” “Who made you laugh?” “Did you miss me when I wasn’t there?”

Yandere!David who plans his entire life around Angel’s schedule. Doesn’t care if he’s got board meetings, ops reports, or a perimeter breach, if Angel wants him, he’s there. Reassigns a whole security team so Angel’s apartment has round-the-clock surveillance.

Has a tracker app he made the tech team code just for their phone. Its name is disguised as “Weather.”

Yandere!David who is calm and stoic during the day, until he gets them home alone. He worships their body. Traces bruises like promises. Says things like... “Let me mark you where no one will see.” “Tell me you’re mine while I’m inside you.” “Don’t hide from me, baby. I want to see every time you fall apart.”

Yandere!David who leaves marks on their hips, their thighs, their neck, but never their face.

“No one else gets to see you ruined,” he whispers.

He’s careful. Methodical. And yet still hungry—like no amount of having Angel will ever be enough.

Yandere!David who talks them through the worst part of his obsession like it's romance. When Angel finally catches on, when they find the cameras, the extra GPS in their bag, they confront him.

He doesn’t deny it.

He says...

“You think I was ever going to let someone else have you?” “You think I trust the world with something that fragile?” “No. You’re mine. I protect what’s mine. I own what’s mine.”

And then he holds their chin and kisses them like it’s both an apology and a brand.

Yandere!David who treats loyalty like law—and has already re-written his entire world to revolve around them. The pack knows; Angel is untouchable. Not because David said so, but because they see the way he looks at them.

When Angel walks into a room, even the toughest soldiers lower their eyes.

Not out of fear. Out of respect.

Because their Alpha has already chosen his mate, and the only thing more dangerous than touching them is imagining a world where he loses them.

Yandere!David who knows his love isn't stupid. Know's they’ve noticed. The cameras. The impossible timing. The way their landlord suddenly "fixed" things they never reported.

So they test him. Turn off their location. Say they’re going out, but go somewhere else. Leave their phone behind on purpose.

David shows up anyway. Not angry, relieved.

“You scared the fuck out of me,” he growls, grabbing their face. “You tracked me.” “Of course I did. You think I’d just let you disappear?”

He kisses them like he’s trying to make their lungs his.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

Yandere!David who, unfortunately and fortunately happens to witness someone threaten Angel. One night. One man. They’re fine, David made sure. But he doesn’t let Angel see what happens after.

Still, days later, Angel finds blood on his cuff. They touch it. Don’t speak. Just stare at him.

He says nothing. Just presses their hand flat to his chest and whispers.

“You’re safe. That’s all that matters. That’s all that will ever matter.”

And in that moment, they realize something: They’re not afraid of what he’d do for them. They’re afraid of how much they like it.

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Ea spoilers

That was the most attractive audio I've heard from a freakdacted man

Also, porter being so much more up front and intentional with his words is magical

Hes so sweet under all that tall, dark, and brooding-ness

"There you are"

"Is that it darling" excuse me while I die a little bit

No one should be that hot it's simply not fair

And the kiss just before he bites omfg>>>>>>>>>>>

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NightClubOwner!David who owns the kind of nightclub people whisper about but never admit they’ve been to. Velvet walls, gold trim, champagne fountains. The kind of place where every deal is made in shadows and every laugh is hiding a knife.

NightClubOwner!David who sits in the private balcony, cigarette smoke curling like a halo, watching the floor below. Not the dancing, not the drinking, not the chaos, but them. The entertainer. His entertainer.

NightClubOwner!David who’s seen hundreds of faces on his stage, but none that make him lean forward like they do. Who notices how the spotlight clings to them like it’s jealous of their attention. Who doesn’t clap when they finish, because his interest is sharper than applause.

NightClubOwner!David who doesn’t waste time on most of his employees, but somehow always makes a point of passing you backstage after your sets, leaning in, saying something low and almost indecent in your ear before walking away.

NightClubOwner!David who makes sure they “just happen” to be invited upstairs after their set, a glass of the club’s most expensive champagne already waiting at their place.

NightClubOwner!David who smiles when they tell him they’ve heard rumors about him, that he’s dangerous. “If you believe half of them, you’re smarter than most,” he says, leaning closer.

NightClubOwner!David who starts having flowers sent to their dressing room, sometimes rare blooms, sometimes just a single perfect red rose.

NightClubOwner!David who slips them little luxuries they didn’t ask for. A coat draped over their shoulders on a cold night. A diamond choker “because it suits you.” A quiet warning whispered against their ear when certain guests get too close.

NightClubOwner!David who doesn’t ask for a date, he just tells them when he’ll pick them up.

NightClubOwner!David who knows exactly how much danger he carries, and exactly how much they’ve started to like it.

NightClubOwner!David who doesn’t just want them performing on his stage, he wants them at his side, where no one else can look without permission.

NightClubOwner!David who makes it very clear: They’re his now.

NightClubOwner!David who’s got the whole city thinking he’s untouchable, and maybe he is, but when the set ends and you finally slip upstairs, all glistening skin and breathless laughter, he’s the one leaning back in his chair like prey waiting to be hunted.

You don’t knock. You never knock.

NightClubOwner!David who grabs you by the waist before you even speak, pulling you into his lap like you’ve just committed a crime. “You were showing off,” he murmurs against your neck, voice low and dangerous, one hand already sliding up your thigh.

NightClubOwner!David who loves that you’re fearless with him — the only one in the whole damn city who will press him back into the leather couch, straddle him, and make him forget the deals waiting downstairs.

His hands roam like he’s memorising you all over again, fingertips lingering in ways that make you melt and spark at the same time.

NightClubOwner!David who doesn’t just kiss you, he devours you, tasting the lipstick you wore for the stage, one hand tangled in your hair, the other pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you.

NightClubOwner!David who murmurs against your lips, “You’re mine, angel,” not as a threat, but as a fact. And when you smirk and say, “Yours,” you mean it in a way that makes him grip you harder, like he’s holding on to the only thing in the world that’s real.

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Angel, who feels safe in David’s arms

Angel, who thrives on physical touch

Angel, who knows they have a family that loves them

Angel, who loves energy drinks

Angel, who always feels their anxiety in the back of their mind

Angel, who’s heart dropped when Milo told them David trapped himself in the ward

Angel, who stood there staring at their mate’s leather jacket, the one his best friend had given him, the one that looked like his father’s and wondered if they will ever see him wear it again.

Angel, who didn’t know what shades were. Who felt completely in the dark.

Angel, who cried for hours until they felt hollow.

Angel, who hated themselves for being Unempowered. Useless.

Angel, who couldn’t do anything to help. Just stare at the ward and pray to every fucking god there was that their mate was alive. He had to be.

Angel, who watched the ward fall down and finally saw the horrific aftermath. Anxiety surging through them as they find Asher’s mate. And silently sharing their distress and agreeing to find their mates.

Angel, who watched bodies being carried out and couldn’t help the tears running down their face

Angel, who went underground with babe, both panic and fear stricken as they stood at the entrance.

Angel, who sees their mate. Bloody and bruses and dirty and weak but their mate non the Less.

Angel, who burst into sobs as they run to him

Angel, who throws themselves into him and holds him tight as his own sobs wrack his body.

Angel, who tells David they loves him immediately because seconds ago they didn’t know if they would ever be able to again. 

Angel, who after a few minutes of crying in eachothers arms cups his face and asks if he’s hurt. They already know he is from the dried blood from his forehead.

Angel, who stays close to him the whole night. Keeping a hand on him as he’s being healed to remind themselves he’s alive.

Angel, who stays awake with David the whole night. Sitting with him in silence. Holding his hand.

Angel, who doesn’t know what they would do if David hadn’t made it.

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All Might's first green flag is his mentor was a woman

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The first time darlin initiated contact with sam in public was at a pack meeting and everyone slowly stopped and stared at “don’t touch me or I’ll punch you” darlin curling into sam as he stared at them with hearts in his eyes