Teen Wolf Stiles Stilinski x reader

Full Moon

(Next Day)

TW: Violence

Stiles and Scott have just finished their game of Lacrosse and ironically, they won. Scott lead them to victory, he somehow gained better strength, abilities and reflexes.  While Scott played the game, he saw the game in slow motion, and his senses were heightened. He could feel the wind on his skin, the grass beneath his feet and the sounds of the cheering crowd.  Scott explains that he can feel and see everything more clearly than ever before. Stiles is excited but seems a little worried about what this could mean for Scott.

Scott ran into the bathroom when Stiles ran in after him,

"Hey dude, wait up!"

"What?"

"What do you mean? Did you see yourself back there? You were amazing, the way you ran and caught and threw!"

"Oh yeah, I trained."

"No, no one gets that good overnight, Scott."

He cringes and hesitates to listen to what he has to say.

"Don't you see it? This is what happens to werewolves!"

Scott rolls his eyes, "I'm not a bloody werewolf Stiles!"

"How do you explain this then?"

"I-I don't know man, just luck."

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"Ok bye mom, have fun!" Brooklyn waves her mom and Scott's dad goodbye.

They are going out for a date and left her and Scott alone, she asks him what they should do. He shrugged and sits on his phone, and she listens to music through headphones. Stiles had texted him,

'Hey be careful today alright?'

'Oh, you think I'll turn into a werewolf? I'm fine, nothing has happened.'

'Not yet, just if you feel anything call me and ill come right away ok?'

'Sure ;)'

"Hey Brook, wanna play Monopoly? I bet you still suck."

"I do not!"

"Bet, where is it?"

"It's in my closet but I can't reach it."

He follows her to her room and reaches up to grab the game, they sit and finish the game. Scott beats her and she moved to sit on her bed.  Scott starts to feel nauseous, Brooklyn notices the sweat dripping from his forehead once again and asks if he is alright. 

Scott had dealt with this the day before but this time felt different, he glances at the full moon than at his hands. 

His nails are longer, almost like claws and he gasps at the sight. 

"W-what's wrong, do you need some water?"

"My, my phone."