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Scott: Y'know what your problem is Donovan? You've never felt the touch of a human
Donovan: I'd rather touch Stiles' boobies!
Stiles: Oh you can
Lydia: What
Scott: What
Stiles: He can, I just don't recommend it
Donovan: *hesitantly pokes Stiles*
Derek: *tackled him and immediately starts cutting at his face* DON'T. YOU. EVER. TOUCH. MY. FIANCÉ
Stiles: GASP. Fiancé?!?
Derek: Aww he made me ruin the surprise *punches Donovan* I forgot the ring at home so-
Derek: *rips of one of Donovan's fingers and molds it into a ring*
Lydia: That is such a Hale way to propose.
Scott: That's just a Derek way to do anything
#incorrect teen wolf quotes#derek hale#stiles stilinski#sterek#scott mccall#lydia martin#donovan donati
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“I got my knife, got my gun / let's see how fast you can run” – this is love by air traffic controller
Donovan Donati in Red Flags
“Careful, Raeken. Remember who’s watching.”
#donovan donati#donovan donati moodboard#thiam au#thiam fanfic#teen wolf au#teen wolf#teen wolf moodboard#teen wolf edit#college au#red flags#red flags edit#my edits#posting this early in advance of the next chapter of red flags
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#teen wolf#twedit#teenwolfedit#twrarepair#donovan donati#gabe valet#mine#babe wake up new alphaboyd crackship just dropped!!!#donovan x gabe
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Stop looking at me like that
#teen wolf#donovan donati#art#screenshot redraw#digital art#oh man oh man!!#just watched this todayyyy!#this shot tho O_O#I had to#ooo i’m loving s5 tbh#nobody spoil anything!! > < i’m not even halfway through xd#blood#tw blood
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tv & movie tropes 8/?:
Alliterative Names
It's been common for superhero media to have characters whose names are alliterations.
#melissa mccall#stiles stilinski#marin morrell#donovan donati#allison argent#teen wolf#twedit#fytwolf#dailyteenwolf#teenwolfgifs#*w:tropes#*tv:teen wolf#*usermischief#please show up in the tags#please please please
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Store Worker: Would a “Theo Raeken” please come to the front desk?
Theo, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?
Store Worker, pointing to Donovan and Tracy: I believe they belong to you?
Donovan and Tracy, simultaneously: We got lost.
Theo: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me—
#Theo Raeken#Donovan Donati#Tracy Stewart#Theo Mom friend Raeken#I'm honestly only thinking about the Lahey brothers and the Chimera Pack recently#Incorrect Chimera Pack quotes#The Chimera Pack (but only three of them)#I don't know what else to put
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I need some fanfics
Donovan Donati x reader, Flash Thompson x reader, Ian Kabra x reader, Azazel x reader, Paxton Mccreary x reader, David Kostyk x reader, Kraglin Obfonteri x reader, raphael Santiago x reader
Pleaseeee
I'm begging
It's 1:08 PM here and I need something to read😭
#donovan donati#flash thompson#ian kabra#azazel x men#paxton mccreary#david kostyk#kraglin obfonteri#teen wolf#spiderman#marvel#mcu#39 clues#the 100#shadow and bone#guardians of the galaxy#raphael santiago#shadowhunters#the mortal instruments
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The way Theo interacts with Donovan in this scene is kinda...you know 👀
#teen wolf#condition terminal#theo raeken#cody christian#theodore raeken#mccall pack#donovan donati#ashton moio#chimera#wendigo#werewolf#coyote
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What’s one of your favourite things about Scott McCall? 👀
This is going to be complex, but one of my most favorite things about Scott McCall is something that might cause many people to scratch their heads.
Scott McCall's moral courage is personal yet universal.
When Scott takes a stand, from Season 1 to the Movie, he never seeks out an evil to defeat. It always comes to him. His desires are to be a vet, play lacrosse, and have a romance. He doesn't identify himself as a 'hero' or 'protector'; it's others who label him as such. When it all starts in Season 1, it's Peter, Derek and Chris who seek him out and insist he get involved (repeatedly). When he does feel the need to involve himself in later seasons and the movie, it's not for an abstract principle that he he is seeking to uphold. While he does have principles and while he fights according to those principles, his involvement always comes about because he knows the names of the victims.
Yet, almost paradoxically, those principles -- the most important one being that all life is valuable -- are extended to everyone, even the villains, even minor antagonists like Donovan Donati. He has to defeat Jennifer Blake, and he will, but he will give her a chance to surrender no matter whom she threatens. He has hope for Peter, who has mutilated and violated him repeatedly. He approaches Tamora Monroe and Gerard Argent alone, not because he's stupid or naive, but because he doesn't want anyone on either side to die. The only villain on whom he chooses to pass final judgment in 100 episodes and a movie is the parasitic ghost of a serial killer who died two-and-a-half centuries. ago.
To me, that's remarkable. I am sure there are other heroic protagonists who meet these standards, but they are not what I see on my screen most of the time.
He's not a crusader or rebel leader, answering injustice across the world for those who cannot defend themselves.
He's not a gritty superhero, protecting a city form the shadows to put the fear in the hearts of malefactors.
He's not a police officer, soldier, or highly-trained spy enforcing the laws of the society in which he lives, tempted to bend the rules to see true justice done.
I'm not saying there's something wrong with these types of heroes. It's just refreshing to see a heroic protagonist who isn't. He's a teenage boy (or a well-tempered adult) who has the power to save others thrust upon him and, for good or ill, seeks to do just that. I can't identify with Scott; I wouldn't have acted the way he did when faced with the choices he made. I just wish I would be able to.
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seven sentence sunday
yes i am aware that its monday. no i do not care
tagged by @wolfboy88 @ksbbb and @rd-eternity !! thank you guys <3
this is from my AFTG au, something ive been planning for febuwhump, so it'll be out within the next month!!
“Welcome back to the land of the living, buddy,” someone taunted. Theo cracked open his eyes to see Donovan Donati towering over him, a sadistic smirk plastered onto his face. Memories came crashing back into Theo’s ringing head: the game against the Devonford exy team; the riot in the parking lot; watching Scott get hit in the head with a bottle moments before firm hands grabbed his shoulders and steered him away from the line of his teammates; being tied to the passenger seat while Donovan sat behind him, someone else at the wheel; and then nothing but pain.
He also remembered Liam. He remembered how the dealer had turned to look at him moments before the riot broke out, how Theo found everything bared to him in those blue eyes. Theo thinks he might have thanked Liam, but he wasn’t sure what for. Maybe for giving Theo a chance at the life he wanted but could never have, for the kisses and everything that came after, for the security, for a place in the weird broken family the Cyclones had made: for everything.
“Well, for however long you’ll be living, anyway,” Donovan added to his earlier statement, rudely bringing Theo’s thoughts crashing back to reality.
tagging @equallyloyalandlethal @thiamsxbitch and @outcastpack if yall havent done it already!
#i have NO IDEA if anyone else has done this au before but also. it refuses to leave my head so idc#thiam#theo raeken#liam dunbar#aftg au#tag games
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Teen Wolf's Inability To Come Up With Names
Braeden, Aiden, Hayden
Laura, Cora, Corey, Lori, Corinne, Lorainne
Noah, Noah
Sean, Sean
Kali, Malia, Talia
Tamara, Tara, Tara, Kara, Kira
Derek, Merrick, Erica
Jennifer, Jennifer
Kate, Caitlinn
Eli, Elias
Marin Morrell
Donovan Donati
#sterek#teen wolf#derek hale#Cora hale#laura hale#talia hale#Braeden#Hayden#Aiden#Also I'm pretty sure one Tara is pronounced Tare-uh and the other is pronounced Tar-ruh
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Donovan: *looking at Stiles* Least you can do is have the twink suck me off.
Derek: That’s all you think he is? Some twink?
Donovan: He gave me blue balls.
Derek: Did he? *knees him in the crotch* Now they’re black and blue balls.
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Pairing: Stackson
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Donovan Donati, Vernon Boyd
Tags/warnings: hate speech/derogatory language, homophobia, homophobic language, Donovan just really sucks, mild violence (he got the back eye somehow)
Words: 2663
Prompt: BTHB square Black Eye
Ao3 link Masterlist
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You’d really think Stiles would’ve learned by now. Coming out of the closet is not easy. That much he can give Donovan credit for. And in no way, shape, or form will you catch Stiles forcing the matter. As nice as it would be to be public with Donovan and whatever you’d classify their relationship as. That’s something to be done when and how the other boy feels comfortable, not Stiles.
All he can do is remind Donovan that he will be there as support when he’s ready.
There’s just one tiny- okay major- problem.
Stiles is beginning to suspect that Donovan might be homophobic.
Even someone deep in the closet isn’t typically rude enough to shun someone in the halls. With something as simple as a hello or a small wave, Donati gives him this look. A nasty thing as if Stiles had spit in the boy’s face rather than offered pleasantries. And whenever he- politely- asks when they might put a label on them, even if in private, Donovan always has the same answer.
He’d rather be caught dead than with a guy.
But even with that, Stiles can’t bring himself to walk away. Call it codependency if you want, but he just doesn’t want to be alone. Granted, Stiles has his pack. Derek, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, and Jackson. But that’s not the same kind of companionship he’s looking for.
So what’s a little heartache in exchange for the companionship he is looking for?
A small price.
At least that’s what Stiles usually tells himself. Because it’s not like he could just walk up to– no, he’s not going there. Stiles’ heart and brain are already damaged enough, there’s no need to add insult to injury here.
His phone dings in his pocket as he’s walking out of school.
>>Usual spot, 5 mins
A demand, not a request. Stiles would be lying if he said that shit wasn’t getting on his last nerve.
K<<
With a sigh, Stiles shoves his phone back in his pocket, knowing full and well he’s about to leave this situation feeling worse than better. Maybe being alone wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He probably wouldn’t feel sick every time he hears that text tone.
When he gets to the music room, he can already see Donovan inside waiting for him. The other boy hasn’t noticed him yet, so Stiles takes a moment to try and turn his heart off. Can’t be affected by what you can’t feel. Right?
The music room makes sense as a good spot to meet up because ever since the teacher was killed last year, the school has yet to find a replacement. It’s never used.
As much as Stiles doesn’t want to feel loneliness, he wishes he had the strength to end this. Whatever this is.
Maybe one day.
Stiles knocks twice, once, and then three times before opening the door. It’s a code Donovan made up to ensure they know who’s coming in. Especially since the boy’s locker room is only two doors over and lacrosse practice is going on right now.
But when their eyes meet, Stiles knows deep in his bones, if he’s ever getting out, he has to do it now. There’s so much anger in the other boy’s eyes. If they’re meeting up to make out, shouldn’t Donovan be at least a little happy? Not like he’s filled with resentment.
Screw worrying about being alone. He’s got his pack and they love him. For now, it’s going to have to be enough. Because their love doesn’t come with a toxicity clause. It’s warm and genuine.
“What took you so long?” Donovan snaps.
Not out of worry if Stiles is okay. But for making him wait. For prolonging the risk of being caught. That much is evident in the way the other boy keeps looking behind Stiles, checking the window on the door for people passing by.
No one suspects a goddamn thing between them. Well, Stiles is sure his pack has smelled Donovan on him after their encounters. But they’ve never said anything to anyone; not even Stiles.
“I had to go the long way,” he explains, “the main entrance was already locked.” That’s not what he’s concerned about so Stiles adds, “no one saw me.”
“Good,” Donovan nods, “let’s hope not. I can’t be seen with you.”
Charming.
How did Stiles not get sick of this sooner?
Donovan quickly closes the distance between them, hands reaching out and eyes half closed.
“No,” Stiles pushes against the other boy’s chest to keep distance.
“What do you mean no?”
“I can’t do this anymore,” Stiles takes a step back, not liking the dark glare from those nearly black eyes. “I’m out. It’s more than okay that you’re not. But I’m tired of hiding who I am.”
Suddenly Donovan’s hands are around his throat, showing Stiles against the wall and forcing his tongue in his mouth.
Stiles’ face contorts, not even remotely kissing back and trying to push Donovan off. Stiles is all for a hand around his throat. But this hurts and he can’t fucking breathe, blackness beginning to shadow the edges of his vision.
“You’re disgusting, you know that?” Donovan sneers, wiping his mouth clean as if he wasn’t the one to force the kiss.
Stiles should’ve bit the fucker.
“Disgusting and so fucking wrong. Who are you going to turn to, huh? No one is going to want to touch someone like you.”
Stiles’ newfound backbone settles into place. He scoffs, “I’m wrong? Me? The only thing wrong here is you. Treating me like garbage when I actually liked you.”
Donovan doesn’t take a moment to digest Stiles’ words or even have half of a thought. He just rears back and punches Stiles right in the face. Really fucking hard. The force makes Stiles stumble, lose his footing, and fall on the floor.
“Don’t be such a fag,” Donovan seethes before snatching his bag up and storming out of the room.
Stiles’ face is throbbing, one eye watering and stinging so badly he doesn’t even want to open it. Can’t. Collecting himself, he gets off the ground. Brushing his pants off, Stiles quietly leaves the room. Not once does he stop until he’s pulling his jeep into the driveway.
It’s not his first time taking a hit to the face, he used to play lacrosse for fuck’s sake. But it was the first in that setting. In that…way.
Silver lining?
He’s free of Donovan.
Luckily, his dad was working a double shift last night, so he didn’t see the mess that was his son. And thankfully, with one sacrificial bag of frozen peas later, the swelling of Stiles’ eye went down. The small cut on his cheekbone is nothing of consequence. Something easily explained away by his clumsy nature. The major problem?
The very obvious black eye.
Even Stiles isn’t graceless enough to give himself a shiner. Litter his arms, legs, and sides with them? For sure. But usually if he hits his face it was from doing something stupid like the one time he was trying to make a rubber band ball. He used too small of a band and when it snapped it got him right in the chin. A nice little cut that he wore for three days. But never a black eye.
He avoided his pack last night so as not to cause any problems. Although Jackson, his childhood best friend, showed up at his goddamn house after practice. Stiles lied his ass off that he was nauseous and should be left alone. Not because Jackson might get sick. No, don’t worry, the jock reminded Stiles numerous times that he’s immune because he’s a werewolf.
Stiles just kept pushing how gross it was and that his best friend didn’t need to see that.
Jackson responded in kind that nothing could be more gross than walking in on Stiles jerking himself off when they were going through puberty. Which, thanks. Great boost to his ego there, Jax, truly. In the end, the wolf backed off once Stiles promised he’d call if he needed anything.
But now Stiles has to go to school. Lydia is off on some college tour, so it’s not like he can call her for a quick cover up. She and her makeup are states away. No staying home either. His dad would get a call at work and that’s just not something he wants to deal with. A small fib to Jackson is one thing, but Stiles is sure his dad is desensitized to his lies, it just wouldn’t work.
Maybe he can get away with staying in the library or getting a note from the nurse.
That’s probably the best course of action. If he tells the nurse he’s throwing up, they won’t call his dad and just let him leave.
Stiles intends to do just that. He hides in the boy’s bathroom, waiting for the first bell to ring. He’s got his old, oversized lacrosse hoodie on to hide his face. But the fewer people in the halls, the better. It also runs less of a risk in seeing his pack right now. They would all collectively lose their minds.
Possibly their composure as well.
Jackson has proved since they were young that he won’t tolerate people bullying Stiles. Can’t threaten what you don’t know about though. Erica would burn the school down then ask what idiot hurt him. Boyd would just give them a Derek level death glare to ensure they never even looked at Stiles again. Isaac could go either way. It would depend on the situation. A black eye would probably constitute a broken bone or two.
Best to avoid them.
Or at least until tomorrow when Lydia and her makeup bag are back in Beacon Hills and can help Stiles cover this up.
The bell rings, startling Stiles in the quiet stall. He waits until the voices have mostly ceased to poke his head out. But when he does, he catches a glimpse of Donovan walking towards his locker. Almost choking on a breathy squeak, Stiles disappears back into the bathroom.
Not without hearing Jackson call, “Stiles?”
Fuck.
Stiles rushes back into the stall to hide. If anything, it’ll keep up the façade that he’s ill. Hell, he feels so nauseous after seeing Donovan that he might actually throw up from anxiety alone.
The bathroom door opens and two sets of footsteps come in.
This is just not Stiles’ week.
“Stiles, what’s going on?” Jackson asks, voice full of concern.
It warms Stiles’ heart that his best friend cares this much. If Jackson wasn’t painfully straight, maybe the whole Donovn situation could’ve been avoided.
Again, he’s not thinking about that.
“You can’t hide from me,” Jackson says, “even if I couldn’t smell you, I can hear your heartbeat anywhere. Come on out.”
That shouldn’t blanket Stiles’ heart the way that it does. Jax only means because they’re best friends. That’s it. Just friends.
“Stiles, we just want to make sure you’re alright,” Boyd adds, confirming the wonder of the second set of feet. “You know you can talk to us.”
They won’t leave without seeing him. Stiles knows they won’t. Time to face the music. Ever so slowly, he unlocks the door, stepping out hood up and chin tucked. “I don’t feel well, I’m just going to go home.”
“If you were sick, you could’ve just said so,” Boyd chuckles.
Jackson snorts, “Well at least this time it sounds like the truth.”
Without thinking, Stiles looks up to snap at the wolf, except doesn’t get a chance to speak. He immediately realizes his mistake.
Boyd mutters, “oh shit.”
Eyes flashing blue, Jackson snarls, “Who did it?” Despite his tone, he carefully grabs Stiles’ chin to get a better look.
“Just drop it, Jax,” Stiles jerks his head and shoves the wolf’s hand away. “It’s nothing,” he says, avoiding eye contact and keeping the black eye facing away from them.
“Fuck that,” Jackson grabs his chin again, forcing eye contact while somehow remaining gentle. “Who. Did. It?” Every word is growled.
He’s pissed. Stiles may now hate Donovan, but he doesn’t want to see the guy dead. He fiddles with his fingers, not looking at either wolf. What Stiles wouldn’t give to not have a conscience right now.
His best friend laughs humorlessly, “It was Donati, wasn’t it?”
Stiles says nothing. Not that it matters. He feels it the moment his heart betrays him with a skip. And the wolves definitely heard it too.
“What are we doing?” Boyd asks, muscles flexing in his arms as he crosses them tighter.
“Find him,” Jackson growls.
All it takes is a nod of his head towards Jackson and Boyd dutifully walks out.
“I knew I should’ve snapped his neck when the whole thing started.” Jackson snorts, “and Erica said I was just being jealous.”
There’s so much to unpack in those two simple sentences.
“How did you possibly know?” Stiles opts for the least confusing of the wolf’s statements. “We were so careful.”
Jackson’s face is as deadpan as his tone, “It’s like you forget I’m a werewolf or something. As if I couldn’t hear the two of you if practice got out early. Even then, we can all smell him on you.”
Right.
That’s totally a thing Stiles thought about, he’s just still confused right now.
His best friend laughs at the face Stiles pulls. “Come on, let's get you to Derek’s where you’ll be safe until Boyd finds Donati. Get you something for that cut too.”
The care from the wolf and the gentle way Jackson wraps his arm around Stiles’ shoulder almost has him forgetting the other comment.
“Hang on,” Stiles shrugs his arm off, facing the wolf. He simply cannot get the thought of Jackson being jealous out of his head. Stiles can feel it niggling away at his brain.
He has to ask before his mind actually combusts.
“Why did Erica say you were jealous? Did you think he was going to steal your best friend away or something?” It’s the most logical reason he can think of.
“I–” Jackson looks away, his eyes trailing back slowly, uttering a soft, “No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Then–” Stiles’ heart slams in his ribcage, he can’t breathe. Does Jackson like Donovan? Had Stiles been wrong about the wolf’s sexual preferences all along? He clears his throat, doing his best not to stutter, asking “Then why?”
“Are you really going to make me spell it out?” Jackson asks with no heat. Not even the usual sarcasm in his tone that they share can be found.
Stiles flails his arms. Because obviously yes, he’s missing something here.
“That would be nice, yes.”
Jackson chews his lip, contemplating his words. Stiles can see the war raging in his best friend’s mind behind beautiful blue eyes. The wolf growls.
“Screw it,” he says, cupping Stiles’ cheeks and slamming their mouths together.
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit!
Holy shit!
He could’ve had Jackson! Stiles didn’t have to be lonely? His gorgeous best friend has feelings for him and Stiles had no idea the wolf even liked guys. He would’ve tried something. Flirted at the very least. Can you blame him? Even someone blind would know Jackson is stunning. And he actually cares about Stiles too.
Stiles was a little frozen from shock that he didn’t kiss back right away. A very soft, small whine rumbles in the back of the wolf’s throat and he goes to pull away. Stiles curls his fists in Jackson’s expensive shirt, keeping their mouths firmly pressed together. He never wants to hear that sound again.
“I didn’t know,” Stiles whispers.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Jackson strokes his cheek. “Just say the word and I’ll snap his neck. I promise.”
“No, Stiles mutters, brushing their noses together. “I just need you.”
Jackson smiles, “You’ve got me,” leaning in to kiss him again.
#teen wolf#stackson#stiles stilinski#jackson whittemore#stiles x jackson#jackson x stiles#bad things happen bingo#Match Writes
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the anniversaries are short lived, but they come back around at a breakneck speed.
#teen wolf#twedit#teenwolfedit#mine#blood tw#death tw#derek hale#that one guy who i refuse to tag out of spite#scott mccall#vernon boyd#josh diaz#aiden steiner#gabe valet#donovan donati
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space themed pronouns and names!!
pronouns:
space/spaces
moon/moons
void/voids
star/stars
planet/planets
sun/suns
moonphase/moonphases
ship/ships
spaceship/spaceships
comet/comets
telescope/telescopes
solar/solars
gala/galas
galaxy/galaxys
orbit/orbits
starry/starrys
cosmo/cosmos
alien/aliens
night/nights
glow/glows
ilum/ilums
illuminate/illuminates
stellar/stellars
Nasa/Nasas
rocket/rockets
nebula/nebulas
milky/milkys
milkyway/milkyways
asteroid/asteroids
twinkle/twinkles
sparkle/sparkles
Luna/lunas
infinite/infinites
UFO/UFOs
galactic/galactics
astronaut/astronauts
Venus/venus
mar/mars
Saturn/saturns
pluto/plutos
saucer/saucers
earth/earths
Jupiter/jupiters
meteor/meteors
meteorite/meteorites
shootingstar/shootingstars
universe/universes
Stardust/stardusts
nova/novas
supernova/supernovas
constellation/constellations
blackhole/blackholes
Neptune/neptunes
sky/skys
moonrock/moonrocks
mercury/mercurys
eclipse/eclipses
gibbous/gibbous
ring/rings
spot/spots
dot/dots
bright/brights
sol/sols
light/lights
orb/orbs
moon/moons
matter/matters
☆/☆s
¤/¤s
~/~s
×/×s
👽/👽s
💫/💫s
🕳/🕳s
🚀/🚀s
🛸/🛸s
🌑/🌑s
🌒/🌒s
🌓/🌓s
🌔/🌔s
🌕/🌕s
🌖/🌖s
🌗/🌗s
🌘/🌘s
🌙/🌙s
🌛/🌛s
🌜/🌜s
☀️/☀️s
🪐/🪐s
⭐️/⭐️s
🌟/🌟s
🌠/🌠s
🌌/🌌s
🌀/🌀s
✨️/✨️s
🔭/🔭s
🔅/🔅s
🔆/🔆s
✴️/✴️s
☄️/☄️s
💥/💥s
🪨/🪨s
names:
lune
Luna
lunar
lunan
lunic
lunix
Orion
oriona
venus
Aurora
auroran
auroraz
leo
aries
ariesa
ariesen
uni
Lyra
lyran
lyranian
lyrant
Jupiter
jupi
jupit
Ariel
ariella
ari
Sirius
siri
siriun
siriet
cassiopeia
cassio
cassion
cass
Cassius
Andromeda
andro
androm
Andromedan
draco
draca
draceus
drace
Neptune
nep
mercury
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pandora
vega
pluto
oberon
obern
ober
oberio
oberus
oberlyn
nova
novalin
novar
novan
novae
Apollo
Apolla
Stella
stellar
stellian
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celestian
Celestia
Celestine
alioth
alliot
alli
alio
altair
alta
altan
altomont
astrophol
astro
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astrus
astoceus
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Atlas
badar
castor
castorn
castonovia
cielo
cielon
ciecik
comet
cupid
cu
cupith
Donati
donatio
donaticeus
dona
donan
Donovan
elio
eliot
elioz
juno
Juneau
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star
starzi
Stardust
starry
starik
staro
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ceres
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Flux
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halo
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hayashi
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Kepler
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You know how Donovan went after Stiles to get at the sheriff? I read this fic of yours, Donovan/Stiles was kind of implied but it was endgame Brett/Stiles, and frankly, imagine the hatesex that Donovan and Stiles could’ve had. One way to get at the man you blame for your father’s injuries: fuck his son. If I have to have this cursed imagining in my head, I’m inflicting this on everyone else
I have this weird headcanon that Stiles and Donovan were friends when they were kids. Their dads were partners, you know? It makes sense that they at least know each other. Maybe they both were at the station a bunch, and then everything went to shit after the fateful incident. Donovan turned to a life of petty crimes. Stiles ended up as the sheriff's only son (whose little petty crimes were ignored, i.e. the speeding tickets).
Hatesex isn't exactly far-fetched. It does lind of make sense (if Donovan isn't an absolute psycho that tries to eat Stiles' legs, that is).
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