Stiles runs into the hospital, Scott hot on his heels. Y/N had woken up and was being discharged. The others weren't able to be there for her awakening, but Stiles was able to drive her home. Scott took his bike.
He bursts through the door, looking around. It was completely empty, the be already made and changed. "Stiles?" A soft calls. He tenses, looking over to see Y/N standing at the receptionist desk. Her eyes were wide, hair down and clothes normal. Thank god, it made him feel terrible seeing her wearing a hospital down every single day.
"Y/N." Stiles whispers, walking up to her. It quickly turns into a sprint, Y/N meeting him hallway. Their bodies crashed, Stiles lifting her up in a bone crushing hug. Y/N runs her fingers through his hair, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply.
"You're alive." He whispers, squeezing his eyes shut. Y/N nods, the both of them pulling back just enough to look at each other. "You're really alive." He says in awe, cupping her face and rubbing gentle circles on her cheeks. Y/N nods and inhales deeply.
"Are you guys gonna stand there looking at each other like idiots or can we hug her too?" Malia's voice cuts in.
Stiles groans, looking back at his pack and gives them all a look. "Seriously?"
"Hey, man, you always hog Y/N. Let us at least hug her in congratulations for being alive." Isaac comments, holding his arms out. Y/N laughs again, Stiles letting her go hug all of them.
After some catching up, more hugs, and fun, Stiles drove Y/N home. The entire ride there was silent and awkward. Even so, Stiles never once let go of Y/N's hand. When she asked why, he looked at her like it was obvious.
"You've been in a coma for two months and I almost lost you. I'm going to hold your hand if I want to." Y/N didn't question him after that. It made her heart beat faster. The butterflies in her stomach was swarming and she was happy again. The both of them looked healthier, thicker, and generally better.
When they got to her home, Stiles turned off his jeep, getting out with Y/N. She frowned in confusion but, once again, didn't question it and continued walking. Stiles waited patiently for her to open the front door, lock it behind her once inside, and follow her all the way up to her room.
Once inside, Y/N closes her door and finally begins to talk. "Stiles, what are you--." She turns around, only to be pushed up against the door. Stiles lips were instantly on her, kissing her with so much emotion. Want, miss, greed, love, desperation. It shocked her.
Stiles pulls back before she can respond, looking down at her. Both of their breathing was uneven, the air getting hot and tense. "Stiles?" Y/N squeezes, staring up at him with wide eyes. She looked so innocent, so clueless, it drove him insane.
"I'm in love with you." Her breath hitches in her throat.
"You're.... Me? But.... I thought you loved Lydia?"
"That wasn't love, Y/N. It was in the third grade, I thought she was cute, it only turned into an obsession. But then, when I looked at you, I don't see myself obsessing over you like a creepy stalker. I see you." Y/N gulps.
"No... You can't." She whispers, quickly escaping from him. Stiles turns around, seeing Y/N standing across the room with her back to him. He doesn't feel hurt from her rejection. Stiles talked with Y/N about a lot of things, Lydia was the main topic. It's probably embedded into her head.
"You've loved Lydia since the 3rd grade. You aren't actually in love with me. Maybe because we're best friends and I almost died. You're emotions are taking control and you're probably thinking you're in love with me, but you actually love me as a best friend." Y/N rambles. Towards the middle, Stiles realized she was really talking to herself rather than me.
Stiles slowly walks closer, his feet light. "I mean, you really can't. We've only known each other since sophomore year, even though I knew about you freshman year and had a crush on you then. That's besides the point." He gently touches her hands, his fingertips just barely grazing her knuckles.
Y/N tenses, realizing just how close he is. The warmth of his chest compelled her to lean closer. His breath hits her shoulder, causing her head to tilt to the side as he peppers small kisses up to her jaw. "You still love Lydia." Y/N whispers, spinning around and cupping his jaw with both hands.
"Nah." His voice was deep and low, lower than she's ever heard it before. "That night, when we had sex while under the influence, I wasn't really that drunk." The confession is sudden. Her hands grip the bottom of his hair, tight. He winces and quickly continues. "I didn't mean to, but it suddenly happened. I wanted to know why I was always so happy with you, why I could tell you anything and everything. Next thing I know, you're telling me you're actually in love with me, and I couldn't hold myself back."
"So, you took advantage of the situation and my feelings, Stilinski?" Y/N asks. Stiles shakes his head quickly.
"No, never. I wanted so badly to show you how much I loved you. I guess I chose the wrong time to do it." Y/N hums, her fingers gently tracing the outline of his jaw.
"I have a confession to make." Y/N whispers, glancing down at his lips. "I wasn't drunk either."
Stiles smashes their lips together, Y/N's hands moving to wrap around his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. It was hungry and full of fire. Stiles nips at her bottom lip, swiping away anything on the desk and lifting her on top of it.
Y/N wraps her legs around his hips, bringing him closer. Stiles' hand slides up her back and through her hair. He breaks from the kiss and grabs her hair, pulling her head back. Y/N gasps, his lips peppering all around her neck and leaving love bites.
"Fuck."
