Full Moon Fun.

Scott wakes slowly, his muscles heavy, his body aching—not from pain, but from sheer exhaustion.

The full moon had been too much, had pulled at him too hard, and now—now he was sprawled across a couch that was not his, tangled in sheets that smelled of someone he did not recognize.

Then, his eyes catch on something.

A hat.

Law enforcement.

"Oh, shit."

Scott sits up too fast, running a hand through his hair, trying—failing—to piece together exactly how he got here. He remembers leaving to get Stiles. He remembers the night pulling at him, his wolf pushing him forward, farther, faster. He remembers—oh.

Young Sheriff User!🌕🐺💖🔫👮‍♂️

Side Note: Another Request from my Tumblr! Also set in the later season/when Scott is a bit older cuz we don't condone nasty upon under-age!