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"Oh, hell no. You are not Bella Swanning me."
Derek stared at Stiles blankly, as if he wasn't sure if he should snarl or roll his eyes.
"Twilight? They're on a mountain or something and she's cold but she can't snuggle with Edward because he's cold as ice or some shit and the we-werewolf is a furnace so he has to warm her up. I'm not a t-teenaged girl with a penchant for sparkles!" Stiles declared, whirling a finger in the air although his point was somewhat undermined by his full-body shiver.
