Stiles (Mieczyslaw) Stilinski. Bat (#81)

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I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

Т/И - your name (Y/N)
Т/Ф - your last name (Y/L/N)

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Imagine that you were a werewolf, a member of Scott McCall's pack and the girlfriend of Stiles Stilinski.

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"Stiles!" you called him loudly, without taking your eyes off the shelf.

"What's wrong, honey?" Stilinski looked into the kitchen. You stood silently by the locker and looked inside. The sheriff's son came over and looked there too.

On one of the shelves was... a bat.

"Oh," was all Stiles said. He immediately reached out to take it, but you looked at him menacingly.

"And what is it? And what is it called?" you blinked.

"Is this called "I'm sorry, I shoved bits all over the house in self-defense, because I'm just a weak person"?" Stiles suggested innocently, then kissed you and reached for the bat again.

You sighed heavily.

"But why did you put the bat in the cabinet where the dishes usually lie? They also put the dishes somewhere..." you grumbled, "that's where she is now?" you looked up at him. "Find me my dishes," you pursed your lips, looking at him with resentment.

Stiles froze for a few moments, his face showed that he was convulsively remembering where the dishes had gone, and then his face brightened and he opened the next shelf. You looked inside and, yes, there really were all your missing dishes.

"Is everything OK now?" Stiles asked, kissing you.

You mumbled something inarticulate and Stilinski smiled contentedly.

"Well, I'll go..." he drawled, retreating to the kitchen doorway.

"Haven't I found anything yet?" you frowned at him, wondering what else he had hidden and where.

And then you opened the refrigerator.

"STILES STILINSKI!!!"

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