Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-09-20 04:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, noah stilinski, stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles and Noah
Where: Home
When: Thursday evening
What: Hanging out
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Home alone and bored to death. Stiles already did his class work and he already ate dinner and now he was trying to figure out what he wanted to do. He could go out, but he didn’t really know where to go, so he dropped that idea. It wasn’t long before he decided that playing Rockband was the cure for his boredom. That is until the guitar started to act funky. He was pretty sure he was hitting all of the notes, but the game was pretty much telling him that he was missing everything. “I don’t think so…” A few minutes later and he was on the floor, taking the guitar apart to see if there was something going on inside. That’s when the front door opened. “Hey,” he greeted without even looking up from what he was doing. * It’d been a long day at the office with paperwork piling up faster than Noah could keep track of so by the time he got home he was more than ready for a good meal and a seat in front of the TV. At least for as long as it took to digest, anyway. Then he’d get back to work on the files he’d brought home. When he walked into the house he found Stiles on the floor bent over the remains of one of the controllers for his game. “What the hell did that thing ever do to you?” he asked as he headed in and stashed his weapon and ammo in the gun-safe. “Looks like you’re trying to operate on that poor thing and I don’t think it’s gonna make it, kid,” Noah said with a grin. * “It looked at me funny,” Stiles replied in his usual sarcastic kind of way. This time, though, he glanced his dad’s way before turning his attention back to the plastic guitar. “Well,” he stopped once again and looked at his dad, “if it doesn’t make it then I’ll just have to buy another one.” He grinned back. “Oh, there’s like a ton of leftover Chinese in the fridge. I might have gone a little crazy when I was ordering…” More like everything just sounded so good at the moment and now there was a ton of leftovers to eat. * “Exactly how funny?” he asked his son with a roll of his eyes. “Better hope you never give me that look, that’s all I can say,” Noah told him with a smirk. Let’s be honest, he wouldn’t pull Stiles’ guts out and spread them all over the floor even if he did, which seemed like a perfectly horrible thing to do to a toy. “Wait a minute…” Noah cocked his head to one side and feigned knocking wax out of his ears, “...did my kid just offer to get a job to pay for a new controller?” Noah perked up at the idea of leftovers and headed directly to the fridge to check out what was there. “You went a little crazy? Jeez, Stiles, you could have fed the five-thousand on the leftovers alone!” He poked through the pots and took a few tasty morsels to reheat. “So, other than performing surgery on the thingy, what are your plans for tonight?” * “You don’t want to know,” Stiles said as he kept on. “Oh? Why? Are you going to open me up like I did this guitar?” he asked, eyebrow raised. “What?” He stared at his dad for a moment before he started to laugh. “Who said anything about a job? I guess I should have said, you can buy me a new controller.” At least mentioning the food in the fridge got his attention. He looked over his shoulder as his dad made his way into the kitchen. “Okay, I went pretty crazy,” he called back before he stared down at the controller. “I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Don’t really have any plans. Why?” * “It’d have to be damned funny to get this kinda result,” Noah told him with a smirk and gave a shrug at Stiles’ question. “Might teach you not to be such a wise-ass,” he said hopefully and then sighed, “who am I kidding? A full lobotomy wouldn’t teach you that lesson!” Yep, that’s what he figured, Noah was expected to pay out for the new toy, even though the old one was a wreckage on the floor of his living room. “Maybe we can talk about giving you some more chores,” he suggested with a frown, “because that thing looks...looked expensive!” Crispy duck, rice, chicken in sauce and noodles… yeah, Stiles had gone just a little crazy! Still, he was going to eat well tonight and not get nagged about eating salad, so that was a win in Noah’s book. “You always go crazy. It’s a family trait,” he said with a chuckle. “Does that mean I might get my son to myself for an evening, or is that way too uncool for a dude so hip and right on?” Noah teased as the microwave pinged and offered him delicious sustenance. * Stiles snorted. He seriously doubted that would get him to stop being a smartass. He pretty much started acting this way since after his mom passed. He didn’t see the way he acted changing any time soon. “Chores? Seriously? I’m twenty-one and you still wanna stick with me chores?” He looked down at the dead guitar and then back at his dad. “Brand new, sure. But I can get one pretty cheap on eBay.” He messed with the electronics inside of the guitar as much as he could before he put it back together again to test it out. If it didn’t work then he would definitely need a new controller for Rockband. “Gotta love the crazy trait.” He looked up and slowly over at his dad. “As long as you never speak that way again.” He pulled a face showing how cringe-worthy that was to listen to. “But, yeah, you’re stuck with me this evening.” Unless someone texted him to go out then he was out of there. * “If you wanna live here rent-free and have me pay for college, hell yes you’ll do a few chores when you break your stuff,” Noah told his son with a shake of his head. Either that or get a part-time job like all the other kids. “Excellent, then you won’t have to do too many chores, will you?” he said with a grin. Noah got out his plate and headed back into the living room, settling down to watch Stiles tinker the fuck out of the controller. It was a work or die situation for that poor thing and Noah’s wallet kinda hoped it was gonna work. That said, if it didn’t, chances were he’d surprise the kid with a new controller before he paid off any debt in chores. “I see, I’m an embarrassment too?” Noah gave a long sigh and took a munch of his dinner, “okay daddy-o, I’ll be cool and let you have your rad kid-speak back,” he said with a raised eyebrow and a long smirk. “So you wanna watch a movie or maybe even go out?” shock-horror, an evening in with the parent - Stiles was gonna get hell tomorrow at school when all the other kids found out he was so damn cool! * “And what exactly are you going to make me do?” That grin made Stiles a little scared. Who knew what his dad might make up. “Hopefully it works,” he said more to himself than to his dad. He kind of hoped that it did work because then he could mentally jump for joy that he actually fixed something that was probably unfixable. “When you speak like that, yeah, you are.” Stiles unmuted the TV and turned the guitar controller back on. It took it a minute before the console picked up the connection. “Nowhere to go,” he said as he scrolled down the song list. “We can watch a movie, I guess.” He finally picked a song and then started to play. “Ha! Who is awesome? I am,” he said victoriously as he watched the game and controller both acting right this time around. * “Maybe wash up the dishes, for a start,” Noah answered as he tucked into the food with a smile. He’d figure out what else to add to the chore-list as and when he needed to but for now, it was more fun to watch his son suffer the threat. “Hopefully for you,” he added with a chuckle, “I’m definitely pulling for the dead-controller to be dead right now.” Noah gave Stiles his best ‘innocent-but-interested’ face - which worked fine at work but less-so at home - as he watched his son do the mending. “Sorry kid, it’s a dad’s job description to embarrass the crap out of their kids at every opportunity,” he told Stiles, amused at his reaction. “So you don’t want to take the opportunity to fleece me for movie theatre tickets? Wow, did you get replaced by some other son?” he teased. He was in the mood to kick back and relax with a movie, either at home or at the theatre, so whichever Stiles chose was fine by Noah. “Don’t sound so thrilled about it,” he laughed. When the controller kicked in he gave a long, heartfelt sigh and hung his head and feigned gross disappointment. “There goes my chance to get this house finally in some kinda shape,” Noah said and then laughed. “Well done, son, you just saved me some cash - you’re all kinds of awesome,” he told him happily. * "I do that already." It wasn't like he was completely lazy and did nothing around the house. He helped out. "So how happy are you that I got it working?" He glanced over at his dad. "Oh, wow, you wanted it to die. You wanted to torture me with a list of crap to do. What a nice dad I have," he joked, still playing along. Once the song was over, he turned his full attention to his dad. "It's possible that I got replaced." Or he was just feeling kind of meh today. "Do you want to go out. I mean, we can if you want." He'll go even if he felt like staying at home. "Also, the whole embarrass your kid thing should be removed from the parent book." * Noah gave a look of bemusement, as though Stiles had suggested he’d been going around the house doing cartwheels instead of walking. “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I’d have noticed,” he teased and would keep teasing until the kid moved out. Probably long after, too. “It’s possible I may have wanted to torture you,” Noah held up a finger and thumb, “a little, tiny bit.” Yep, he was a shitty parent, but that wasn’t news. He’d been in this alone for far too long to be worried about sucking now. “You have a wonderful dad. The best - I know it, cause you gave me a mug once that said so,” he answered with a grin. “Proof!” He gave Stiles a horrified stare, “holy shit, did you get replaced by a dutiful son that’ll care for me in my dotage, cause I might not mind that so much,” he asked hopefully. “Hey, I get a night with my kid and I don’t care where it happens,” Noah told him honestly, “you choose, so long as you don’t make me watch Star Wars. Again!” He slid Stiles a smirk and shook his head, “I’m hardly going to change rule #1 of the book, am I? Besides, I have to get some fun too!” * “Yeah, I’m pretty sure unless there are some gnomes sneaking in and doing them and we haven’t noticed them.” Stiles rolled his eyes. “No torture tonight,” he told his dad. “You’ll just have to save it up for another night.” He laughed. “I think my five-year-old self was sorely mistaken,” he teased. “I can’t believe you still have that thing.” He set the guitar controller down before he started laughing. “I’m sticking you in a nursing home,” he joked as he turned the game off. “Aw, but…Star Wars…fine. Horror movie?” He was already flicking through the Playstation apps until he landed on Netflix. Time to find a crappy horror movie to watch. “I think you should change it. It’s a stupid rule.” He stopped on some typical haunted house movie. “This one?” * “Gnomes do chores too?” Noah said with a puzzled frown, “I thought they stuck to fishing and hanging out on lawns, letting the brownies do all the work,” he gave a shrug. “Not that they’ve been around here much lately,” he said giving his son a smirk. “Damn, I can save it up. No trouble,” Noah replied, “it’ll give me time to make a proper list too,” he teased Stiles. However old his kid got he’d never stop loving hearing him laugh, even if it was at his expense. “Your five-year-old self was just more honest,” he corrected. “You gave it to me, of course I still have it,” Noah said with a slightly narrowed stare, “just like I have all your cards and the pictures you drew me,” and the ones he’d done for his wife, too. “Is it going to be one of those cool new nursing homes that has porno and gets strippers in?” Noah asked with a hopeful smile, “cause I might not mind that so much! Better than getting bed-baths from you, anyhow,” he laughed. “No. No Star Wars!” he said firmly. That was the one rule he was keeping tonight - that and the parenting journal rule. “It’s more a commandment than a rule,” Noah told him with a solemn nod, “it’s not my place to change the commandments, son.” He put the final forkful of his food into his mouth as Stiles got Netflix going and shoved his empty plate aside, settling back on the sofa. “Haunted house movie it is,” Noah agreed with a nod, “though if I have to sing you lullabies after the scary, you’ll never be allowed another, got that?” * “Yes, they do. You learned something new. Has your mind been blown?” He jokingly asked. “Oh no. I shouldn’t have given you that idea. I take it back! I take it back!” He got up off the floor and took a seat on the couch. “Oh wow. Please tell me it’s all hidden under a box of stuff. And that you don’t go looking at it.” Stiles shook his head. “Nope! Sorry! It’s going to be one of those boring nursing homes where they make you play chess, stare at walls, and leave you alone outside so you can quote on quote get fresh air when in reality they’re just tired of you.” He waved him off when he made it pretty clear that he was not going to watch Star Wars for the five hundredth time. “I don’t get scared over a movie anymore. I think I’ve pretty much grown out of that.” He rolled his eyes before standing up. “We need popcorn first!” * “Oh yeah, consider me thoroughly blown,” Noah answered with a laugh. “I’ll jot that down in my little book of facts the second I get a moment to myself.” He ruffled his son’s hair when he took a seat beside him, mostly because he knew he hated it, but also as a sign of his enduring affection. “You should know better than to give me ideas like that,” Noah grinned happily, already compiling the list in his head. He’d even write it down and slip it under Stiles’ door when he was least expecting it. “It’s not hidden” he replied with a roll of his eyes, “you can check it out if you want to?” he added, in case his kid actually wanted a trip down memory lane with his past artwork. “Damn, I was hoping for the strippers and porn,” he feigned a deflated sigh, “surely it’s the least you could give me after I’ve raised you and given you a home your whole life!” What Stiles had described was every parent’s worst nightmare and Noah pulled a face at even the thought of it. “I’m disinheriting you,” he said with a nod, “that way all the money can go on strippers,” he grinned. “I’ll remember you said that when you wake up screaming,” Noah told him with a smile. He doubted much could scare the kid these days, after everything he’d been through. “So, make the popcorn? He told his son, “you know how to use the microwave!” * “You do that. We wouldn’t want you to forget or anything,” he teased. “Gah, no!” He moved away from his hand so that he could quick with the hair ruffling. “I should know better and yet, I still give you ideas. I really need to stop doing that.” He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to fix the mess his dad made of it. “Um, maybe some other time.” He really did not feel the need to take a trip down memory lane right now. “No strippers or porn for you. Just a dull, dull time.” He laughed. “So nice of you. I see how it is.” He shook his head while rolling his eyes. “Are we sure it won’t be you screaming in the middle of the night?” he said as he threw the teasing right back at his dad. “I’m going to and I’m not sharing.” He dropped the remote onto the couch and started to walk into the kitchen. “Do you want anything while I’m in here?” * “I’m not likely to forget a damned thing,” he said with a shake of his head, “I might be old but I’m still keeping up.” Besides, Noah’s work required his memory to be spot on, whatever Stiles might think of his dear ole pa. “Pixies do cleaning AND fish…!” he said shooting his son a smile, “I got it, see?” he teased right back. Yep, that squeal was exactly why he tortured his kid - noises like that were his fatherly right and if a hair-ruffle were all it needed, then a hair-ruffle was what he’d get! “I’m pretty good at coming up with ideas all my own but it’s weirdly satisfying stealing yours,” Noah told Stiles with a broad smile. He gave a small shrug, “well, if you ever want to leaf through you just let me know,” he said, understanding totally why a guy might not be totally into his old paintings and whatnot. More likely his kids would enjoy it one day and pick on Stiles for being worse artists than they were, which would be a perfect gift - from beyond the grave. “Isn’t it bad enough you spoiled the last twenty years of my life without spoiling the end too?” Noah half-grouched, half-laughed as Stiles and he goofed around. He didn’t have the energy for strippers and porn now, let alone in twenty years! Not that his son need to know that! “You’re gonna get your own back, huh?” Somehow he suspected he didn’t have too much to worry about where Stiles was concerned. He looked out for him enough already without parking him against a beige wall when he was old and grey too. “Ummm…” he flashed back at the day he’d spent covering domestic assaults and neighbours shooting at one another over boundary disputes, “...I think, somehow, I’ll cope with the imagery.” Noah shook his head and gave his belly a contented rub. “Your crazy ordering pretty much filled me to the gills already, though I’ll probably steal a kernel or two from you,” he told Stiles happily. * “I don’t want to leaf through any of it.” He knew if he did then he might find something that he made his mom and he just didn’t want to deal with those emotions. So all of his drawers and whatever else he made in school could stay right where they were. “Nope, I have to spoil it all the way to the end. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t be doing my kid duties.” Stiles smiled oh so innocently as he gave his dad a look that pretty much said, yeah, he was going to get him back. “Okay!” That just meant more popcorn for him. Once it was done, he put it in a bowl, grabbed a drink and then settled back down on the couch. “Ready? Yes. Okay.” He grabbed the remote and started the movie. |