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Stop thinking

Summary: Despite her being the one with never quieting mind it was often Stiles who told him to stop thinking. Girl!Stiles Sciles Friends to Lovers, M for sexual content and language

By Olexandra

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Teen Wolf

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His wondering evolved into a curiosity which evolved into well stalking.

He was constantly watching her more closely than before trying to see if there was something different about her behavior toward him but she didn't give him anything.

It bugged him to say the least. He began to wonder if it wasn't just his imagination and that maybe the weird sense that came out of her with that one kiss on the chin was merely in his own head.

It wasn't until the incident (Stiles refuses to call it any other way).

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He was at work when it happened. Nothing went wrong and it was a busy day so he didn't thought much when Stiles stopped bugging him with texts about how she was bored.

It was close to five when Derek called. He immediately picked up. Whenever it was Derek it was always meant to be serious.

'Stiles was attacked.'

Time stopped.

'She's okay.'

He's heartbeat started jumping.

'She's at her home can you come? She's kind of shaken.'

He ran.

He couldn't remember ever in his life being this face. All of them were there. She was sitting on the last stair and as Derek and Boyd were talking in hushed voices and Isaac and Erica just left with Stiles jeep.

She raised her head when he kneeled in front of her putting his hands on her cheeks, 'Stiles, what happened? Are you okay? Stiles, please.'

'He just came after me… I didn't… I didn't mean to…,' she shook her head her eyes almost lifeless. He's never been more terrified in his life. He saw her hurt and he saw her give up but this this was… he thought that there was nothing worse than to see her hurt but this was… this was hell for him.

'It was the guy who asked me out…'

He pulled her closer to him and gently kissed her on the forehead.

'You're okay now, Stiles. I'm here.'

She nodded quickly and then slowly shook her head still unfocused, 'He came at me…and I-the kitchen and the glass shattered and I-just cut him…'

'He was a shifter. It came after her because she is the weakest of the pack.'

'Thanks Mr-grumpy-cat-werewolve screw you too,' she mumbled briefly before she shook her head again and leaned into Scott's chest.

'We took care of him,' said Derek so quietly only Scott could hear him. 'He won't come back for her. I promise.'

Scott felt torn at the moment. Stiles almost got hurt. His Stiles of all the people. He wanted to find the bastard and hurt him but at the same time he wanted to hold her like this.

Why? It was barely moths since Gerard beat her and now this? Why was she always in the middle of things? Why? Ever since he got bitten she was constantly in danger and she wasn't like him or Derek. She was fragile. She said it herself. She could die in any moment. Yet, she stood her ground and constantly kept on helping him. He didn't deserve her. He wasn't good enough. He really wasn't.

He started gently stroking her head.

But he was damn well going to be worth her one day!

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He pretty much made his decision about getting Stiles to like him back after the whole incident. He knew he loved her. He always has and now he was actually in love with her so he might as well try it. He was afraid about their friendship. If she didn't feel the same which she never shown any indications she has than it would definitely mess up the stability of their friendship and make things weird between them. Yet, she got hurt constantly got in danger because of him, the pack, Derek… he didn't want to lose times worrying about everything he wanted to be with Stiles. He wanted to be happy but more than anything he wanted her happy. He could make her happy he know he could… he hoped he could…

The thought made him smile a little bit. He really couldn't imagine what it would have been like dating Stiles but he kind of had the feeling it wouldn't be any different than his relationship with her now. Add kissing and stuff.

He looked over at Stiles who was biting a pen as she was doing some old crossword she found at his house.

A lot of stuff.

The things she put in her mouth…

'Hey, kids,' said Melissa as she came to the kitchen.

'Hope, you're okay for tonight. We're going for dinner with John.'

'Yup!' exclaimed Stiles without looking up from the crossword.

'So, you and Sheriff all business now, hm?' he asked slowly making sure Stiles was in her own world.

Not, that he didn't want his too parents together (because that how he saw sheriff Stilinski) but he also had to wonder about if it wouldn't have been weird. He wanted to date Stiles. His mom was dating her dad. It was a bit weird, right?

His mom looked at Stiles who was definitely not paying attention and shrugged her shoulders, 'Yeah, but no worry we're keeping it light. You know,' she walked to him and brushed his hair a bit.

'Mom!'

'We have you two so no more children needed so we might as well just spent life together in a no drama or conflict way.'

Scott looked at face seeing she was pointing her head at Stiles.

'And you're okay with that?'

'Hell yeah it's way more fun.'

'Mom!'

She chuckled and leaned into him to whisper, 'Plus, me and sheriff know where this is going. You two need a life of your own.'

He looked at Stiles.

'Maybe one day…'

'Yeah, we could totally move together,' mumbled Stiles.

'What?!' Scott and Melissa looked at her surprised she was listening.

'I thought you were talking about moving together, wouldn't that be awesome?'

Scott couldn't help but laugh with the warning look his mom shot him as she in a quick thought saw herself as grandma in forty.

'Maybe one day,' mumbled Melissa as she left the kitchen to get dressed for the dinner.

He laughed harder.

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Scott McCall was a sweetheart most of the time. Sure, he tried to kill his best friend and occasionally went on a rage run but other than that he was nice and calm… okay there was lacrosse too but you get me, right?

Right, now Scott McCall was seriously thinking about killing Lydia Martin. Violently.

Let's start from the beginning. Apparently, after Jacksons and Allison left the two girls became fast friends. He wondered a bit about how much time the two were spending together and about what affect it could have on Stiles since she was in love with Lydia since the third friggin' grade. He was worried about her and seriously thought about going to talk to the smart as devil and twice as pretty redhead.

Before he could do so something else and completely unexpected happened.

He almost had a minor heart attack when he saw the two girls. It stated a day sooner when Stiles told him about Lydia's plan to go on a party.

'And why are you going?' he asked eating a sandwich.

Stiles rolled her eyes as she was texting with her. It wasn't that Scott was jealous about her relationship with Lydia. They were just friends but hell it was well he didn't like that he didn't have Stiles's undivided attention. He was okay with her having other friends. That was okay but Lydia… Lydia was her Lydia... and he was afraid that maybe just maybe the girl would see how amazing Stiles really was and well… fall in love.

'She's lonely after Jackson and most of the highschoolers think she's nuts so she wants to meet new people and have fun. '

'And why am I going?' he asked trying to sound as casual as possible.

'Cause we're two girls going to a party? And you could totally use a little bit of going out there… you know? No rush just to see that there are other girls and stuff…'

God, how little she knew that he already notice… notice her that is.

He sighed and looked at her appearing annoyed.

'For me?' she asked sweetly biting her lip and with cute puppy eyes. And they tell him he's a puppy. How the hell was he supposed to say no to that?

'Anything for you Stiles,' he found himself saying before he could stop himself.

Stiles blinked a bit confused but with a grateful smile that reached her eyes nicely, 'You're too good to me, Scottyboy.'

You're worth it… and more.

'Yeah, well you so own me dude.'

And that let to him being here. In Stiles's house in her living room. Looking at Lydia and the girl who was no way Stiles. The girl smelt like Stiles. Talked like Stiles. Definitely, acted like Stiles.

But now way in living hell this girl could be his best tomboy friend Stiles Stilinski.

She wore a dress.

Stiles in a cute lowcut black dress was something Scott McCall never thought he would see. It was hugging her figure so nicely he almost felt like she wore nothing underneath it and boy did it got his pulse raising. Or more likely never thought he would react this way about it. Stiles was beautiful. He knew she was not girly beautiful but to him she looked that way but this Stiles was just purely hot. He didn't know how Lydia done it but she made Stiles look really really hot.

Stiles laughed as Lydia was explaining to her how she was planning to flirt with some senior from out of town she was interested in. Lydia noticed Scott standing in the doorway to the living room.

She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow, 'Hello Scott, forgot how to speak?'

He blinked shaking his head and smiled. Focus!

'Hi Lydia, Stiles.'

Hot Stiles smiled at him while Lydia opened her mouth before she smiled as well, wickedly. It actually send a shiver down his spine. How could a girl 5'3 wearing heels scare him like this?

Wanting to look away he forced himself to look at Stiles instead even though she was taking his breath away.

'Well, the three of us look way too good to be standing around here all night. Let's go!' commanded Lydia and led the way.

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The whole night was a blur. Scott couldn't help himself and focus on anything or anyone besides Stiles who was simply mouthwatering and breathtaking.

He spent pretty much all his time with her. A, he didn't trust the boys who were ogling her like that (and no he wasn't doing that). B, he didn't really want to leave her.

It didn't feel different being with her here in a house full of people. She was here and he was here and it was pretty much the only thing that mattered to him.

She was giggling at her cup of beer when he suddenly took it from her hand and put it on the table.

'Hey!'

'Let's dance.'

'What?'

He took her hand and dragged her a bit away from the others.

'Come on, one dance. We haven't dance since like middle school.'

'Yeah, cause you sucked at it,' she pointed out but put her hands around his neck her heartbeat a bit increased.

He put his hands around her waists liking the way how nicely and familiar she fit there. 'Excuse me? You were the one who kept stepping on my feet, doll.' Shit.

'Doll, hm?' she asked playing with the word on her tongue.

'Doll, I like it,' she smiled looking at him with amusement.

Scott chuckled, 'You look really great Stiles.'

'You're not so bad yourself, Scott,' she said back but didn't wink at him like she usually would. She just kept smiling at him all calm yet in awe, excited. He felt the energy coming from under her skin. She was beautiful in every single way he could imagine and she was in his arms.

He pulled her just a tiny bit closer to him and she pressed her head on his shoulder. It was perfect.

When she looked up after a while she knew her heart started to run a marathon with the way he was looking at her. No guy/girl ever looked at her that way and God it was so much to take…

People aren't allowed to look at people like that… like worshiping …like looking into the soul… like taking in your whole existence making you feel terribly nervous and wonderful and expecting and frighten at the same time because God she was in a storm of emotion right now with the alcohol in her blood on top of it everything was too sharp yet too surreal…

Scott leaned down a little bit and…

Greenberg hit him at the back causing Scott to hug her on instant not really knowing why while the ass said something about lacrosse.

Stiles quickly broke free from his hold.

'I'm gonna find Lydia I told her to catch up with her and see how is her mission going.'

She ran before he could say anything.

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Stiles wasn't an idiot. She was witty and intelligent and her brain worked sometimes faster than other people around her so it may confuse them. To be honest she often confused herself too so...

The point is she was the one who notice things. It was her. She noticed when her dad wore that sad look on his face whenever he thought about her mom. She noticed when Scott was trying his best to act casual when he was barely keeping the wolf in control. She noticed Isaac occasionally staring at Erica with a bit more interest than he should have for someone else's girlfriend. Or the way Melissa McCall hid away bills and silently counted how much time did the McCalls have before they would lose the house. Or how Derek rarely looked pleased and satisfied about being once again in a pack. Or how nicer and more like her real self was Lydia acting now.

The point is… she was witty and she noticed things…she always figured things out…

So she definitely noticed how Scott had begun to look at her. She noticed how he would bring her closer to him and how he would often brush his hand against hers. She started counting the number of times he put his arms around her when they were on the bed watching Tv or the laptop but stopped once it reached twenty. She knew that him always stripping his t-shirts and giving them to her to wear them wasn't normal. Also the way he was looking at her or not looking at her. He didn't use to care about if she was in a bra or not but she could clearly see the way his eyes from time to time sneaked a peek at her.

She noticed clues, hints. Scott and his weird behavior was literally hitting her in the face.

She just couldn't really put her finger on what it really was.

Clue one: He often kept her in his arms and near sharing his warm. It was really hot but Scott's warm wasn't like disgusting hot or unbearable. Still Scott was never this touchy before. They hugged and he sometimes kissed her softly on the cheek or forehead in a brother-like way but this was too much and too often… hell it was all the time…

Clue two: He wanted her to wear his clothes when he was there and even when he wasn't. She got that it was kind of werewolf thing. Get his scent on her so that other wolves back off. He was always protective off her when they were young she knew that everyone always told him to take care of her and keep her safe because he was a boy and she was girl.

She smiled fondly as she remembered Scott replying once that Stiles was taking care of him more than he was of her. She always reminded him to take his inhaler with him and many times held his hand as he got an asthma attack.

Clue three: He started sleeping in her bed. It wasn't like they didn't do it before. They had sleepovers about billion times. They usually slept in sleeping bags if they didn't fall asleep on the bed on accident or just were too tired to move. But they never hugged unless they were helping each other (mostly her) with nightmares. Yet, now they were constantly in each other's beds at night hugging (well cuddling) and sleeping. She was a bit expecting her dad to say something about it or Melissa but they mostly just come in a told them to go eat breakfast before it gets cold and left. No weird looks, no the talks (thank God for that), no warnings. Maybe they knew what was going on, with Scott?

If she would stop here it could all have been explained with Scott being a werewolf. Keeping her close as a member of his pack, mixing their scents and touching all part of the wolf's behavior. She could just accept it as that and leave it there…

Clue four: The things he started saying. She won't lie. When Scott was with Allison she missed him terribly. She used to be the only one who was had his undivided attention. Scott never had a crush like she had on Lydia, so consuming and unbreakable at the time. He was always around, nice, understanding sweetheart Scott who was all hers. It wasn't until Allison came along and she got a taste of her own medicine with Scott's constant talking about the girl. How amazing she was and pretty and perfect and just gosh it was annoying after a while. Now, that it was once again just them with occasionally Lydia he was being the perfect friend. He still blamed himself for not being there for her when she got kidnapped or when the dick attacked her but he was by her side every moment of his day. Either threw texts or calls or in person. And he was being a total sweetie sometimes. He called her pretty more than five times a week. Not that she believed him.

But it was nice and all. He was always saying nice things to her even when she was cranky or her typical self he never lost patience. And he was a werewolf with anger issues. It wouldn't have been surprising if he had.

Clue five: The dance. That wasn't just a friends' dance that was well… something. He held her so close and it literally felt so nice and when she looked up at him and he down at her because she couldn't despite everything Lydia pulled on her wear those heels she literally thought… no, she was sure… she knew he was going to lean down and kiss her… until the douchbag Greenberg didn't hit them and broke the… spell? She felt really lightheaded but damn also she immediately sobered once she realized what they had almost done and freaked out went to find Lydia.

Clue six: He got a boner in the morning. Okay, that might not have belong to the list since he was a guy and morning wood was kind of a normal thing but not with the way he buried his nose into the core of her neck and his tool between her butt cheeks. Still he could think she was Allison? But he said her name… in his sleep.

It happened a few days before the party after the accident. She was terrified that she would have nightmares so she always lied down with Scott who would hug her from the behind keeping her warm and safe but also kind of confused….

It was hot outside and she often had to sleep in her shorts and his t-shirt. He slept in the same at first until she once woke up to him being completely sweaty and up in the middle of the night.

'It's really hot,' he admitted sheepishly as she sat up a bit brushing her eyes.

'Okay, then we won't cuddle Mr. Personal-Sun…Shit, a Twilight reference. I have to stop making jokes about it or I will turn into the people who actually love it.'

He sat up as well, 'You do love it, Stiles. You read the whole series…You just hate that they sparkle,' he said and turned on the small lamp.

'Would it be okay if I slept without my t-shirt?'

She narrowed her eyes from the sudden light in the dark, 'She totally blew it with that,' she mumbled and looked at him, 'Yeah, no problem I'll keep mine it's will be cool.'

'Why would you put yours off? I'm the one who's hot,' he said looking kind of smug and pulled it off.

She rolled her eyes before she looked at his chest and suddenly felt a bit… well odd about it. It wasn't a big deal she saw Scott countless of times t-shirtless. She touched his chest a lot of times too. He was nicely solid yet not to solid and still soft. She knew he was attractive. Wait what?

Her heart suddenly jumped at the thought earning her a confused look from Scott.

It was the lack of sleep. Definitely the lack of sleep. She should go to sleep.

The next time she woke up she for a second let out a comfortable purr. It was nice in the room not to cold or hot and everything felt good until she felt Scott moved behind her. Literally.

She opened her eyes faster than she ever had feeling him move right behind her against her thank God in clothes ass.

Stiles swallowed a bit. What the hell?

Okay, morning wood. It wasn't the first time it happened. It happened a lot to everyone but still… she could remember it ever happening to Scott this summer since they became so comfortable with each other in physical matters. She tried to remember if she ever woke up before Scott. But since she never did it must have been the reason she was never confronted with the fact that he got a boner while cuddling with her.

Weird.

She didn't know what to do? Should she try to break free? I mean she could and just like get up and make breakfast? Leave him to sleep a bit and take care of it… wait was he taking care of it every time it happen?! Was he taking care of it in her bathroom?

Stiles focus…

Right, matter in hand… or butt. Stiles!

She took a deep breath cuddle into Scott for just a moment taking in the amazing feeling of being held by him and tried to get up only to be held tighter by Scott who mumbled something incomprehensive against the back of her head.

'Scott,' she said softly and tried again but he buried his face into her neck and jerked a bit making her eyes widened.

'Stiles,' he said so softly and sosexy she just couldn't stay in the bed and she jumped out waking him up in the process.

'Stiles?' he asked confused his hair a mess his eyes still half closed with sleep.

She suddenly felt super aware of him looking at her and her being braless so she hugged herself.

'Sorry, I thought something was wrong? I didn't mean to wake you up.' Her heart was beating fast from the sudden movement but she wasn't lying theoretically so Scott didn't notice.

She walked down to make breakfast ignoring him a bit and hoping that he wouldn't notice she knew he had a boner. He didn't say anything so apparently he played along.

So those are the clues… and she kind of tries not to think about them because she is pretty much terrified that if she will let herself think about them she will come to the only conclusion a conclusion that will change everything…

She doesn't want to things to change…

She doesn't want things to fall apart…

She doesn't want them to fall apart…

But…when she looks at him with a wide grin because he just made her laugh so hard she couldn't breathe and see the way he's soft eyes are looking at her… adoringly… she just for that one second wish they would change…