Drabbles: Scott/Kira, Stiles/Malia and rest will be announced later in the story…
Show: Teen Wolf
Summary: This is an AU story on all the characters. Literally everyone is in this, Scott, Stiles, Kira, Malia, Lydia, –who are all in college – also Derek, Braeden, Jordan, Isaac and Liam and small appearances from other characters. Drama will be ceasing all over this story and laughs galore.
Synopsis: The pack's lives couldn't be happier than there are now but what happens when all the couples have a specific moment that will change their lives forever.
Content: Rom-Com/Drama/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: Rated T-M
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Frat Party
Scott McCall
"Where the hell are you taking me Scott?" Stiles questioned as they continued walking by the side of the road out of campus. Scott didn't answer as he pretended was too busy checking the phone.
"Look, if this is a prank show and Ashton Kutcher comes popping out of nowhere. I will freak!" Stiles called out.
Scott frowned.
"I thought Punk'd ended a long time ago?" Scott asked him. Stiles tapered his eyes.
"Whatever," He dismissed. Stiles laughed. "If you don't tell me where we're going, I'll literally kick your wolf ass!"
Scott guffawed at his best friend's reaction.
It's been almost six years since Scott was turned and the pack had been formed. Scott, Stiles and the rest of the pack were all in college now and living independent lives away from all the supernatural buzz however, they always met some interferences here and there, -like their recent supernatural threat who had the power to possess the entire Beacon Hills like their zombies so they'd attack the pack with its smoke ray– long story short, Scott's pack defeated it.
They also met up with their old friends, like Kate and the hunters but that was a short process.
Ever since then, Beacon Hills had been calm and quiet which would be considered as weird but to Scott, he felt at peace because he could finally be with his friends without any supernatural involvement.
"Okay." Scott said.
"So?" Stiles waited. Scott shrugged.
"So?" Scott repeated.
"Where are we going?" Stiles asked again. "We're not going to a party are we?" Stiles conjectured.
Scott shrugged.
"Maybe…" He murmured. Stiles groaned in annoyance.
"I told you from the beginning. No parties!" Stiles shouted with irritable written all over his face.
"Who said anything about a party?" Scott asked.
"You just admitted it." Stiles stated.
"I admit nothing." Scott smiled at his best friend knowing that it'll annoy Stiles even more. Stiles just shook his head, dismissing the conversation as he inserted his hands in his pockets.
"So have you heard from Malia yet?" Scott asked incredulously. Stiles sighed and shook his head. "For like two months man?"
"I know and I still have no idea what I did wrong." Stiles said. Scott patted his buddy's back.
"She'll come around, they always do." Scott assured him. Stiles shrugged.
"I don't know. Maybe I should just try to forget about her."
Stiles and Malia broke off their almost three year relationship…well kind of.
During their last year of High School, Malia was completely distant in a way…she missed Prom and left Stiles hanging and when Stiles went to visit her at Derek's –yes she lived with Derek in his loft – he was almost killed off by Malia's biological father/dickhead Peter Hale because he found her drenched in her own tears lying in bed but Malia excused Stiles and invited him in.
Long story short, that was the day Malia called their relationship quits, with no apparent reason.
Stiles thought that maybe she needed space after finding out that Peter is her dad and maybe this had something to do it so Stiles gave her two months tops…then it escalated to three, four, and five months…
It's mid-term now and Stiles is in a funk.
Scott wanted to fix it.
The two best friends stopped at their destination at a giant house. Scott patted Stiles shoulder.
"To cure your little funk, I thought we'd go to a little get together." Scott said.
The house was banging, loud upbeat music and people screaming from on top of the roof –literally – no pun intended and waters being squirted on everybody, toilet paper rolls on trees, people running shirtless. It was freaking madness.
"A frat party…" Stiles said to his sarcastic self then glared at his friend. "Seriously?"
Scott smiled.
"You said you wanted to forget about her?" Scott insisted.
"Yeah but I was like maybe take a cold shower or something!" Stiles said.
"Come on. What better way to cure a broken heart?" Scott asked. Stiles looked in thought for a moment. "Going to a College Party and meeting girls!" he answered for him.
Stiles sighed.
"Remember what happened the last time we went to a person's party? My best friend since Kindergarten was kidnapped and was used as a human sacrifice for some psychotic English Teacher." Stiles said. "Need I say more?"
"But the chances of that happening are slim. Come on Stiles. You cured me from my funk from Allison and now let me do the same."
It was easier mentioning Allison's name now then it was way back then but the memory of their best friend still struck to the pack, especially on Lydia.
Stiles sighed.
"I'm going to regret this." He said. Scott laughed.
"Oh I don't think you will. You'll love me for this brother," Scott said as they began sauntering up to the house.
Yes, Scott and Stiles' parents finally thought that maybe they'd take their little love a try after taking a break from being worried of their kids and about a year later, they got hitched which officially meant Scott and Stiles were pronounced brother and brother.
As they entered the house, they were bombarded by neon lights all over the place and the disco ball shining upon them as every single (probably 1000 people) danced to the loud music.
Scott smiled as he watched his friend almost having a hyperventilation. Scott grabbed the two beers that were in the ice bucket and handed one to Stiles who stared at him in hesitance.
"Just one drink won't hurt?" Scott grinned.
Time went by at Stiles drank more than he bargained for and decided he'd take a slash of the cage and everyone around him cheering on him. Scott immediately felt a visceral reaction of guilt and regret realizing that he shouldn't have brought his brother to the party. It wasn't his job to get him intoxicated!
"Yo dude, hold up on the drinks!" He said pulling Stiles by the chest and back supporting him from falling.
"You were right man! I needed this!" Stiles cheered. "I am so-I am so…I love you Scotty." Stiles said drunkenly as he held Scott's face and pinched his cheeks. "You have beautiful eyes. Mom's right."
Scott laughed awkwardly.
"I think you had a little too much than one drink." He said. Stiles frowned as he saw something at the back of Scott's head.
"I must be dreaming because I see three Scott's and a Malia?" He asked as he screwed his eyes up front. Scott spun around and followed his gaze to see Malia standing by the food stand, talking to Kira.
Malia looked forward and saw Scott and Stiles with their arms around each other and she quickly widened her eyes and whispered something to Kira.
Soon enough, Kira followed Malia's gaze and met with Scott's eyes.
Scott flashed a grin at her whilst still supporting Stiles' weight. Kira giggled lowly and whispered something back to Malia whose eyes bulged and set her drink on the stand and shook her head at Kira.
"How's Malia-Why's Malia-What is Malia doing here?" Stiles asked trying his best to stand up straight and not slump like a drunken old man.
Scott smiled.
"I'm sorry dude." He said as he began pushing Stiles over to the girls.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asked. Scott chuckled as they reached to the small little girl group.
"Doing something I should have done a long time ago." He replied. "Hi ladies," Scott greeted.
Kira giggled and greeted back.
"Why does he look like he got driven over by a car?" Malia stared at Stiles in disgust who literally was about to puke.
"You don't look too shabby yourself." Stiles said to her.
"Stiles this is Malia, Malia, Stiles. I'm sure you guys will get along just fine." Kira introduced the annoyed pair then walked away. Scott smiled and stared at Malia and Stiles before following her trails.
When he reached the kitchen, he was immediately pulled by the collar and was smashed into the soft lips of Kira. She pulled away way too quickly and smiled up at her boyfriend.
"Why hello ma'am," He greeted. She smiled then stared back at the party.
"I just hope the plan works." She said with a sigh.
"Yeah me too," Scott said back to his girlfriend. Kira then turned her head to glare back at Scott.
"Where the hell were you?" She questioned. Scott frowned a little and stammered as Kira's brown eyes turned dark.
After almost three and a half years together, Scott couldn't help but feel afraid of her most of the time. Call him lame but she's a Kitsune with a Katana sword and wasn't reluctant to use it.
"W-what do you mean?" Scott stuttered.
Kira giggled and fiddled with his collar.
"I mean, I didn't get to see you at all today." She whispered. Scott smiled crookedly at her. "What?" she asked embarrassedly.
"You're so adorable." He said. Kira's cheek turned scarlet red.
"Nah, I lost track of time after meeting up with Liam earlier and I had to convince Stiles over here to go out with me." Scott said, and then added quickly realizing what he said. "Not in the way you're thinking-"
Kira laughed.
"It's okay. Just wanted to know why you weren't at the loft earlier." Kira stated.
Scott had been living in one of the lofts in Derek's building during his senior year in High School, with no rent expense, free as charged. It took a long time convincing him though.
"Yeah, I really am sorry I didn't call you back, I just-" Scott was cut off by Kira.
"It's okay Scott, I get it." Kira smiled and walked off to the kitchen counter and sat on it. Scott smiled as he followed her trail and opened the fridge to pull out two bottles of water. He handed one to her. "Thanks,"
"So how did you get Malia to come here?" Scott asked.
"Really easily actually. I just convinced her that there are drinks that can actually allow wolves to get drunk." Kira said. Scott laughed.
"I'm not really surprised."
"She's going to kill me tonight." Kira sighed.
Kira and Malia shared an apartment together.
"Why don't you just come over at my place?" Scott asked. "I'm pretty sure Stiles and Malia will makeup and you'll be safe from the sexing that goes on in."
Kira guffawed.
"You've got a point." She said. He smiled then set his hands both sides of Kira's thighs and leaned in to plant a small kiss on his girlfriend's lips.
The lips he loved…
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Stiles Stilinski
The moment Stiles caught Malia standing by the food stand –looking as beautiful as ever –, He somehow regained his composure.
He seriously was going to galvanize Scott when all of this was done and he…somehow was a little 'sober' then he was now but he still was going to galvanize him.
When Scott and Kira left the room –leaving Malia and Stiles together in complete and utter awkward silence – Stiles took it as a chance to talk first.
"So this party's fun?" He said joyfully. Malia tapered her eyes and sighed in annoyance as she walked away.
"Wait!" Stiles hollered. Malia spun around with an irritable look on her face. "Okay…um. I'm sorry,"
"Sorry for what, Stiles?" Malia asked.
"Exactly, I don't know what I did wrong." Stiles said.
"Stiles-"
"What did I do?" Stiles asked.
Malia contemplated for a moment before sighing in defeat.
"It's not what you do. It's what I didn't do." Malia stated.
"Uh…" Stiles murmured confusedly. Malia sighed again.
"Stiles, I love you." Malia retorted.
Stiles frowned in befuddlement after taking the words in.
"Okay…" He whispered.
"You see?" Malia shouted and spun around but Stiles stopped her by pulling her by the arm.
"Wait. I'm confused. You broke up with me because you…loved me?" Stiles asked.
Malia sighed.
"Yes." She replied.
"I really don't see the problem here."
"I broke up with you because I realized that I really love you and I've never had that feeling before. I thought I wasn't supposed to feel that way and so I kind of panicked." Malia said shyly. She was never shy.
Stiles laughed aloud and Malia glared back at him in irritation.
"I'm sorry Malia but seriously?" Scott asked.
"What?" She growled.
"Malia, I loved you from the beginning. It's supposed to be an awesome feeling," Stiles smiled as he held her hands tightly.
"Fuck," Malia giggled.
"So does that mean-?" Malia interrupted Stiles by grabbing hold of his face and smashing her lips on his in a strong and sensual kiss filled with love then it turned into lust and Stiles pulled away to smile at her.
"Wanna get outta here?" He asked her. She laughed and nodded.
Stiles wrapped his hand around Malia's hand and led the way up the stairs up to the spare room.
When they reached there, Stiles locked the door and then Malia grabbed Stiles aggressively by the shirt and threw him on the bed. Stiles grinned suggestively as he watched his girlfriend climbing the bed.
"It's been a really long time." Stiles said as he tugged on Malia's top. She laughed.
"A very long time," Malia grinned.
She immediately pulled her Mickey-Mouse crop top over her head and was left in just her lacey bra and her shorts as she straddled her re-boyfriend's lap. Stiles stared up at her with his eyes darkened filled with lust.
Malia bent down and crushed her lips again back on Stiles' lips and trailed her tongue around his mouth begging for entry. Stiles solemnly granted her wish as her tongue began dancing on his. He released a soft moan.
"I really miss you," Stiles whispered between kisses.
He travelled his hand up the small of her back where he was in contact with the lace of her bra. Malia pulled away to see Stiles staring back at her in permission. She nodded at him and he immediately unclasped her bra and removed it by throwing to the side.
Stiles had been met with a bared-chested Malia whose cheeks burned lightly and Stiles shook his head.
"Don't be embarrassed. You're perfect." He whispered at her then moved his eyes and locked them with hers.
He pulled her face down so their lips met again but this time in a passionate kiss filled with longing. Malia moved her hand down Stiles' jeans and lingered his hands on his belt buckle until she unbuckled it and unzipped his pants.
Stiles got a little nervous at this and pulled away.
"Um…" He whispered and Malia shushed him.
"It's okay Stiles," She murmured against his lips and planted kisses all over his face and moved over to his neck, suckling on it as Stiles pulled his pants off and kicking them off.
"Malia…" He moaned as she trailed her tongue around his ear and biting his earlobe. Stiles laughed out loud which was contagious to Malia as she tugged on the hem of his shirt.
"This is just…" Stiles sniggered and Malia chuckled after pulling off his shirt and slowly crawled down Stiles, planting soft kisses all over Stiles' stomach and stopped when she reached the tip of Stiles boxers.
"You wear boxer briefs under your boxers?" Malia questioned as she looked up at him. Stiles cheeks turned red a little and he shrugged which caused Malia to laugh.
Stiles was just an amazing creature.
Malia moved back up and planted another kiss on Stiles' neck and then on his chin.
"I need you Malia," Stiles whispered.
"You already have me Stiles," She replied.
Stiles smiled and gave Malia another soft kiss on the lips and then they spent the remainder of the night in complete bliss.
But there was one catch…
They didn't have protection.
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A/N: Ooh! What did you think about this chapter? I just love all the couples that have formed in the story and I want to explore with them. Please give me feedback on it and whether or not I should continue by reviewing the chapter.
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