A/N: This is what happens when you entrust me with fictional characters. Lol. Hope you enjoy! There is more to come!

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.

I was almost afraid to find out how our bachelor and bachelorette parties were going to work out. Most of our friends are friends with each other and so far, Stiles and Peter refuse to pick just one to attend.

"Ya know… we could just combine them... That way we can all go to both." Scott suggested. Stiles looked at him, like he was brilliant. And he kinda was.

"Dude! Why didn't I think of that?!" Stiles exclaimed. Peter sighed and shook his head.

"You realize that the only two people holding this up, are you two, right?" Lydia asked them. Erica and Caroline nodded in agreement.

"That's hardly traditional." Peter tutted.

"Since when has their relationship been traditional?" Matt countered. Peter's eyes narrowed. He knew he wasn't going to win this one. Derek and I just stood off to the side and let them sort things out. We had already suggested that they combine the parties weeks ago and we were kindly told to butt out. So, they're on their own.

"Seriously, Peter, it's a win-win." Stiles tried to use his charm to finally resolve the situation. He sauntered up to Peter and started kissing on his neck. "Please?" He purred. Peter sighed and we knew that he was giving in. Stiles looked over at me and worked the puppy dog eyes and pouted. I sighed.

"He's right. This way you can make sure everything is up to your impossibly high standards." I teased. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to be convincing me to give in?" Peter asked me, sarcastically. I shrugged and Stiles looked over at me with puppy dog eyes again. Lydia was hiding her face in her palm, to try and mask the fact that she was laughing. Scott was laughing loudly, proudly unabashed.

"Please Daddy?" I asked him. His eyes lit up and he smirked.

"Anything for you, kitten." He agreed.

"What have I gotten myself into?" Derek huffed.

"You're the one who asked her to marry you, buddy." Stiles reminded him. It was my turn to giggle.

"Actually, that was Peter. He proposed to me for Derek." I spoke up.

"I hate my life." Derek practically growled.

"Don't be so dramatic, Derek. I was just doing my nephew a favor. I didn't want him to have a stroke before he could man up and ask her." Peter smirked.

"Oh, my God! I thought you were kidding!" Stiles howled with laughter and almost everyone else was doubled over.

"Kill me now." Derek sighed. I gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze as continued to giggle.

"I never joke with you, darling." Peter purred into Stiles' ear.

"Wait, so, when you told me that Derek used to tape himself dancing to the Backstreet Boys, that was true?!" Stiles gasped.

"I still have the videos around here somewhere." Peter nodded.

"I hate you all." Derek got up and started to walk away.

"Awe, schnookums is upset. Come here. It's nothing that a hug can't fix. Let Daddy make it better." Peter wrapped his arms around Derek from behind.

"I'm moving." Derek threatened.

"Don't be silly, you know that I would find you. No sense in running. And what of poor Bonnie?" Peter argued with him.

"How is this my life?"

"You love it." I teased. I gave Derek a kiss, after he untangled himself from Peter.

"I love you." He corrected me.

"You love them, too."

"Don't remind me."