Word Count: 3,560
Rating: T (mild language, insinuated underage sexual content, though Stiles keeps insisting 17 is close enough, to be honest)
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (briefly)
Summary: Stiles’ family is having money problems, and Peter has the solution to help…even if Stiles is rather adamant about not taking money from his boyfriend.Dedications: roninlynch because I dedicate everything to you lbr, goddessofcruelty because your post was my inspiration for the fic, xamountofxwordsx because you are the Peter to my Stiles, and tricksterity because your post about so many Steter fics being non-con really got to me. <3 Enjoy.
Stiles notices everything.
People think he doesn’t, but he definitely does. Especially when it has to do with his father, and especially when it’s his father that is looking more and more stressed as the days go by. It didn’t take long for him to dig into his desk - something he had done so often it was laughably easy to find the things his dad wanted to hide - and it didn’t take long for him to open up the bills that had been collecting there, the notices, the last warnings.
Apparently, being submitted into a crazy house where you were forced into a sedated sleep was an expensive endeavor, indeed.
And it wasn’t that Stiles completely hated the idea of having a job; it was just that he couldn’t even find one. No one was hiring in the once-sleepy town of Beacon Hills. At least, no one was hiring a seventeen-year-old boy with no prior experience.
How, exactly, was he supposed to get a job in the first place if he had to have experience before he was even hired for the most basic tasks?
“We’ll be okay, Stiles. We will. I promise.”
There were only so many times Stiles could handle his father straight-up lying to his face. It wasn’t that he thought his dad wasn’t trying, because he was the Sheriff for crying out loud, and shouldn’t that pay a little more money than it did? Didn’t he risk his life for the people of this town every day and most nights? It wasn’t right, or fair, but then, Stiles had learned a long time ago that life wasn’t fair. He had learned it when he had seen Scott’s eyes glow yellow for the first time. He had seen it when his best friend had risen through the ranks of popularity, and he had stubbornly remained the quirky best friend. Never getting the girl. Never getting first line on the field.
He didn’t mind, not really. Playing the Robin to Scott’s Batman was an okay job - he just wished it paid.
“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?”
It was the typical, bored tone he had grown accustomed to from his boyfriend’s lips. Though, okay, it was still really freakin’ weird to think of Peter Hale as his boyfriend. Not least of all because he was, well, seventeen and Peter was…
“How old are you again?”
“Deflecting isn’t going to work, Stiles.”