#good!peter

Literally the only reason I started the show.

(how fucking dare he. it's just plain rude.)

The Sheriff and the Cowboy by MossyTreestump

(1/1 I 3,621 I Explicit)

The Hale lands are under attack by Gerard Argent and his gang. Peter is sent to the closest town to beg the Sheriff for help, Sheriff Stilinski is happy to oblige.

a fool from any direction by aurevell

(1/1 I 3,836 I Teen)

“Riding horseback’s not as easy when you’re doing it for work,” Stiles adds with a sly smile. “And I have the feeling you’ve never really done that, have you?”

“You saw my employment papers,” Peter counters, tone careful.

“I did. But I also believe my eyes, which tell me you have no idea what the hell you’re doing.”

Peter isn’t the biggest fan of the Texas countryside, or of his new work as a cattle drover. But with a little help, he might fake it till he makes it.

I'll Be Riding Shotgun by lavieboheme0919

(1/1 I 5,801 i Mature)

After an argument with a friend, Stiles drops off a group road trip and has to hitchhike home to Beacon Hills. When a rugged man in a classic convertible and a cowboy hat pulls up, he’s rescued at last. Stiles charms his way into Peter’s car and- after a couple of nights of cheap motels and dumb driving games- right into Peter’s heart.

They decide to take a detour and spend their summer on the road, returning just in time for Stiles to resume his studies in the fall.

Wolves in Yellowstone by Lunar_Eclipse_Tales

(6/? I 22,935 I Explicit)

"All the angels are gone, son. There's only devils left."

The Stilinski Ranch is the biggest ranch in Montana. Stiles has been away for 8 years for school and is finally coming home. Home to a life he thought he could leave behind. A life filled with cattle, horses, rodeo, lies, betrayal, and violence. Ranchers make their own rules and they protect what's theirs. They'll do everything in their power to keep what they have and they don't care what laws are broken in the process. Can Stiles slide back into that lifestyle after being away for so long? Can he keep his promise to himself not to get involved with a cowboy? Even if this one particular one sets him ablaze?

Soooo I wrote this thing for @squishysterek and @yoonseo its based off a prompt/post but I forgot which one so I’ll probs add that in later but who knows???? I sure don’t. 

Anyhoo enjoy ya bastards!!!!

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Peter walked into Walgreens. His sister had sent him to pick up some photos because Talia decided she was into scrapbooking now. She wanted to document and memorialize everything the pack did, and if arts and crafts were her creative outlet, then who was Peter to judge? Although Peter had a suspicion that it would end up like most of her new projects, abandoned once it either took too long or she found out she wasn’t naturally born with said talent. Since Peter was going into town anyway, he offered to pick up the photos she had ordered at Walgreens.

He walked into the Walgreens, making his way back to the photo section. When he made it up to the counter, an early twenties guy was standing, looking bored as he played on his phone. He was on the paler side and had messy, rumpled, chocolate brown hair. Peter could see the smattering of moles on his face and arms. The man was what Peter would call beautiful in the way a fawn was. The man had an elegance to him but he never truly was standing still, since he was on his phone. He was additionally twirling a pen, occasionally tapping it.

Peter approached the desk, clearing his throat to get his attention. The man looked up, boredom and slight annoyance etched into his features.

“Yes?” The man asked.

“Hi, I had some photos printed through your website,” Peter told him.

“So…?”” The man, Stiles, as his name tag stated, drawled out.

“So get them for me,” Peter gritted out

Stiles turned back to his phone, “I’m kinda busy dude. Come back later.”

Peter looked around at the empty Walgreens and back at the young man texting and biting the end of his pen.

“You are not busy. No one is here,” Peter growled, getting more agitated.

“Fine. Name?” Stiles ground out as if Peter was causing him the inconvenience.

“Hale,” Peter gritted out between clenched teeth, finished with this conversation.

Stiles checked his phone and sent out a text before looking for Peter’s photos. He could not understand why this guy was being so unbelievably rude when he'd done nothing to warrant it.

An envelope landed in front of Peter.

“Here you go. Now can you leave,” He brushed Peter off, going back to his phone.

“What the fuck is your problem with me!” Peter demanded.

The guy behind the counter tensed, let out a watery chuckle, looking at Peter with fury.

“Listen, dude. You are about here,” he leaned down so his palm was two inches from the ground, “on my list of priorities. I wouldn’t even fucking be here if I didn’t have to. Right now my father is in surgery and he more than likely won’t make it, so I am so fucking sorry for my bad attitude.”

The younger man seethed, breathing hard. “You know what? Fuck this.”

He threw open the divider, shouting ‘I quit’ while storming out of the store.

Peter was stunned, walking out of the store, not seeing the younger man anywhere. Peter was grateful because he had some mixed emotions. He was pissed at Stiles for being so unbelievably rude when he didn’t deserve it. He could also understand where the young man was coming from, he was having a terrible day.

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A few days had passed and Peter pretty much forgot about his interaction with Stiles. He was in his apartment relaxing after putting dinner in the oven when he heard someone approach his door and knock.

He opened the door and was surprised to see Stiles on the other side unable to meet his gaze, his scent guilty. Before Peter could ask why the younger man was there he started talking.

“Hey man, I came to apologize for the other day. You didn’t deserve that, no matter how shit of a day I was having,” Stiles shrugged, embarrassed.

“How do you know where I live?” was all Peter could say as a reply.

“My father is the sheriff,” Stiles replied, “So I kinda looked you up.”

Stiles shuffled, still not meeting Peter’s gaze.

August 1977 - summer before 6th year

Don’t say hurtful things about any of the Marauders. Especially not when any of them are nearby.

Word count: 757

Rating: General Audiences ______

Short excerpt:

“They are human over 96% of the time! Even if these did work, all you’re doing is spreading horrible prejudice. They don’t choose that life. I know for a fact most werewolves are ashamed that they exist. They lock themselves up for your safety, knowing full well that the Wolf will tear itself apart while isolated. You are such a-”

Hi anon! Anon says it's this one.

Blindsided by AClosedFicIsNeverRead

(16/16 I 39,664 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek exhaled tremulously and tried to stay calm. He called several more times, growing steadily more frantic each time, before allowing the truth to settle in: Stiles’ phone was off. “No. No, no, no, please, no,” Derek whispered to himself, barely able to see the screen through his tearful eyes. What had he done? Had he been so blinded by rage that he dismissed Stiles' call for help?

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Hi @greyclerk! Anon says it's this one.

Somebody's Gotta Tell Him by AClosedFicIsNeverRead

(16/16 I 33,951 I Mature I Sterek)

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” Derek asked, his grip on the phone tightening.

Stiles gave a humorless laugh. “You could say that…” she muttered unhappily, more to herself than him. Taking a breath, she asked in a voice that was entirely too small for her boisterous personality, “You really don’t remember anything?”

“Why? What should I be remembering?” He racked his brain for clues. He remembered finding it odd that his clothes had smelled so much like her when he woke, but he figured she must have been trying to haul him up or turn him over after he collapsed. “Stiles? What’s wrong?” he pressed determinedly.

She let out a groan of exasperation before finally saying, wearily and with a confusing tone of resignation, “Just… forget it. It’s fine, Der. Don’t worry about it. Go back to trying to get your head on straight, okay? I’ll just… I’ll talk to you later.”

The call disconnected, and Derek stared down at the phone with a growing feeling of unease.

Why did he get the feeling he was missing something huge?

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Yeah!

Accident by Chattalgi

(1/1 I 964 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles hurts himself.

Derek is there to help.

I’ll Go Through a Million Tragedies Just to Be with You by Ghosted_Redacted

(1/? I 993 I Not Rated I Stackson)

Stiles is suffering after the nogitsune, but that doesn’t mean he has to suffer alone. Sure, no one in town other than an (ex) homicidal werewolf, but that’s…fine.

But then he gets a call from London.

And maybe people do care.

(In other words: everyone suffers. But everyone also finds someone to love)

Two of Swords by pixieblade

(1/1 I 7,484 I Teen I Sterek)

Denial, blocking off emotions, avoidance of and not seeing the truth, stalemate, impasse.

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They gather to stare at the orb. It's cold, where it should be warm. There's death, where life should flourish. One reaches out a hand, takes the freezing orb and presses it deep against his chest, sharing warmth and life and love.

'Breathe, little spark,' he whispers softly. Finding gentleness when it was once so lost to him. 'Breathe,' he coaxes. 'We're here. You're not alone anymore. Never again.'

The orb shudders in his embrace. Tears, like a melodic tinkling, dance across it's surface as it gives in and sinks into the heat of the other.

Never again, it repeats, and prays the other is right.

Wild (Blue Neighborhood) by BeautyOnFyre

(1/1 I 11,029 I Teen I Sterek)

Peter's lethargic body was unresponsive as he sat in the wheelchair, endlessly staring out the window of his hospital room. His side twinged a bit from the rough scrubbing the nurse had given his mottled flesh earlier and he ached to move even a finger.

"Uncle Peter?" The small voice was behind him in the doorway. He remembered that voice. Contrary to the title bestowed from the small girl that rounded his chair into his line of sight, Stiles Stilinski was not related to Peter at all.

Or how Stiles and Peter became best friends for life and brought Stiles into the Pack.

A Wolf's Ribbon by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(6/6 I 36,091 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek had been coached on how to approach the child heir apparent while hundreds of eyes watched him. He kept his eyes focused on the cradle, leaning over the edge as best he could to see the baby everyone had been talking about.

Stiles smiled when he saw Derek, kicking his legs out as he reached a hand up for him. He cooed at Derek, his fingers grabbing at the older boy in an attempt to touch him, all to no avail. He gurgled out a laugh when Derek reached a hand down into the cradle, snatching hold of his fingers as best he could.

Derek offered a small smile in response, allowing Stiles to playfully tug on his hand.

The two children made an adorable sight before the Court and their parents. That was the moment Queen Talia and King John decided to arrange their marriage. Every second was planned out without the voiced concern of the children.

It takes a village by pixieblade

(32/? I 78,312 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is tired. He's tired of always having to defend himself to his so-called best friend. He's tired of being ignored and he's tired of the Pack never having his back.

So this is his line. He'd draw it in the sand, but all he has is a glitter sharpie.

It'll have to do.

Baseball Bats and Sour Wolves by Erin1324

(68/? I 84,425 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek is cursed with some sort of spell, and for some reason only responds to Stiles as a result. He tries to attack everyone else, even his Alpha, he's also acting super overprotective of Stiles, hardly letting anyone get close to him.

Joining the Fang Gang by AClosedFicIsNeverRead

(21/? I 87,645 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Lydia? Lydia, look at me,” Derek urged, a slight tremor in his voice as he fought to be gentle with her despite his alarm. She blinked through tears and struggled to meet his gaze as he crouched in front of her. “What did you see?”

“Forest… It’s dark… His Dad is screaming for him…” Her lips trembled as she shook her head and gasped, “Oh, God… He’s dying, Derek. I can feel it… It hurts so much… Oh, poor Stiles…”

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Hi @noxnthea! @midnightwinterhawk says it's this one.

Heartbeats Unveiled by LeeBlack

(15/15 I 86,291 I Not Rated I Steter)

“Is the weirdo back?” Stiles asked, pouring his own coffee and watching Peter go back to fixing the burritos.

“Which weirdo?”

“The one who’s got the funky heartbeat,” he said. “You had your ears perked.”

Hi anon! @disastermychild says it's this one.

With Mars Bars, Snickers and Skittles by FeelingsDusk

(1/1 I 5,681 I General I Steter)

Peter wakes up one year and almost ten months after he managed to drag himself out of the burning Hale house to find the remaining members of his family tired, worn down, stressed and downright miserable.