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It’s @iddayidnight‘s birthday today and so I thought I would write her a little something. Happy Birthday, sweetheart! I hope you like first kisses and pining because that’s what you are about to get!

“What did you just
say?” Derek tries to keep his breathing steady, looking at the plate of food he’s
dropped on the floor. The plate of spaghetti.
His mom is going to kill him.

Stiles doesn’t even
hesitate as he asks again, bounding towards Derek to help him pick the pasta up,
scooping it back onto the plate carelessly, before shrugging and eating a few
strands. Derek grimaces.

Stiles’ motto in
life is dirty food deserves a home too. Well,
Derek’s never actually heard him say that, but he’s seen Stiles eat food off the cafeteria floor, okay? He’s pretty sure his gravestone will read ‘Stiles
Stilinski: loving son and friend, died of unnecessary food poisoning due to his
unsanitary habits’. Okay, so it probably won’t say that, but even so, the point
still-

“I want you to kiss me.”

-stands.

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