It's Always Been You || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 59 - A Promise to the Dead

I share a sad look with Braedon who nods her head they're aware what me being here means and are hopefully handling it

Whatever Kate did to him, it's still happening.

Scott said that it first started with the color of his eyes, changing from their ice blue to beta yellow.

Then it was his sense of smell, before his strength and finally his healing ability.

Slowly his powers are fading and we have no idea why.

We've enlisted Deaton to help figure out what Kate could have possibly done to him in Mexico so far we're all coming up with bupkis

Stiles runs through the open doorway into the loft and down the steps quickly towards me.

I just have enough time to stand up from the couch before he's crashing his body into mine.

Stiles wraps his arms around my waist, dropping his face into the crook of my neck as I lift my arms up around his back, effectively creating our own cocoon with the blanket still wrapped around me.

I hear him take a deep breath in before he pulls back and lifts his hands to cup my cheeks, moving his worry filled eyes quickly over my face "You okay? You're freezing–"

"I'm okay, just tired," I nod and set one of my hands on his forearm, rubbing my thumb back and forth as I nod towards the door and mutter just above a whisper "come on, I've intruded on their evening enough– let's go home?"

Stiles moves his eyes back and forth between mine a few times, catching on to the fact I need out of here and keeps his line of questions to himself for now.

He lifts one side of his mouth as he nods slightly and bends forward placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

Stiles pulls back and lets me go so I can unwrap the blanket from around me.

I turn to the side and fold the blanket up, waving off Derek's protest to just throw it over the back.

Braedon chuckles and walks over to wrap her arms around his middle interesting pairing, super cute but interesting nonetheless

I smile at them and offer a little wave before turning back to Stiles who has taken off his flannel and is holding it out to me.

I smile at him as I put my arms through the sleeves and button it up, before throwing my hair into a messy top knot as we head towards the door.

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"Adds," I hear faintly, pulling me from my peaceful dream before I make a 'hmm' noise and raise my brows slightly, however my eyes stay shut.

I hear my favorite sound of his breathy chuckle before he nudges my cheek with his nose and his thick with sleep voice is closer to my ear "Babe we need to get up, and you need to change because as much as I love you in my shirt– you probably want to wear something else for school..."

"Immawake" I mumble under my breath as I turn my head towards him, resting my forehead into the crook of his neck.

Shifting more to the side, I turn the rest of my body to lay on my side and slide my arm to lay over his side and rest my hand against his back.