Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-12-19 22:51:00 |
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The evil snowmen are gone and Stiles was glad about that. Now he can go outside and not worry about getting eaten or whatever those evil snowmen did. And it also meant that he could invite people over without worrying. Which is why he bugged Cisco to come over until he agreed. While he waited for his friend to come over, he started to play Guitar Hero Live. It would kill some time and he was still on a mission to get all of the damn trophies. When the knock on the door came, he paused the game and then got up and answered the door. “Hey,” He greeted with a smile before he opened the door wider so that Cisco could come on inside. * And bugging it had been, Cisco had been busying himself with double workloads lately. Trying to distract from residual nightmares the dreams had left behind in vein, he was tired. Sleep was harder and harder to come by, and he was literally working himself into the ground. He hadn’t been around the Stilinski household in a while thanks to all that snowman ridiculousness. Honestly he was kind of okay with it, the holidays were a bit rough on him. Now that he was basically blacklisted from family gatherings, the distraction was welcomed. Finally he agreed, tying his hair up since it was in a piss poor state anyway. He threw a jacket on over a shirt with a T-Rex on it that read T-rex hates Exercise too and made his way toward his friends room. “Hey, long time no see.” He grinned, seeing Stiles was a good distraction. Distractions were very appreciated. --- Once Cisco was inside, Stiles shut the door and started to walk back over the couch. “Yeah, no thanks to those freaky snowmen.” Those fuckers had ruined things. At least now they were gone and they could all go back to normal. “Do you want to play?” he asked with a glance towards the tv. If not, then Stiles would turn it off because it wouldn’t be right to keep on playing while Cisco just sits there. * “No kidding. The snow itself wasn’t so bad though. “ Kinda pretty really, much to Anakin’s denial-Cisco enjoyed it a bit. Minus the obnoxious bits anyway. “Nah, but you keep playing. I can take video. Youtube will love it.” He grinned, not that he’d ever actually bother uploading it to youtube. Youtube was awful and great all at the same time. “I’ve never felt more cabin fever in my life. I actually willingly took double shifts.” He admitted with a frown. “The hospital got fucked over by the sudden snowfall. That equipment wasn’t well prepared.” His brows furrowed in a slight worry. “I got most of it up and running at least.” --- “I don’t mind the snow. The snow can stay. But the creepy ass snowmen are just a big no-go. We don’t need snow things trying to eat us or whatever it was that they were trying to do to us.” Stiles hoped that they never saw those fuckers ever again. Or anything just as creepy as those things. “Are you sure?” He had another controller. Cisco could just jump in if he wanted. “Hey, I thought you were supposed to be cutting back on the work.” Now he knew why Cisco looked tired. More tired than normal. The guy works too damn much! “Oh!” Stiles jumped up from the couch. “I have something for you.” He didn’t wait for Cisco to say anything. He was already moving and heading to his bedroom. A minute later and he was back, tossing Cisco a giant bag of regular Twizzlers and some sour Twizzlers. “I got you those the last time I went out.” He just wasn’t able to give them to his friend until now. “Don’t eat too many now,” he teased as he sat back down and grabbed the plastic guitar controller. * Cisco shut the door behind him. “Give me a minute to thaw out here and then maybe.” He was still full of brain fuzz from work. “I was, but I felt bad. They need things. I’m the lead tech.” He commented with a little shrug as he sat down on that couch and looked around Stiles’ room. It was pretty normal, no weird things he could point out. Raising an eyebrow as Stiles jumped up, he watched him curiously and caught the bag. Peering into it, he grinned a bit. “You didn’t actually have to do this you know.” He was more than capable of getting snacks, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love the gesture. “...But I’m not giving them back now.” He snickered as he grabbed one of the originals. “Sour? Hmmm.” He eyed one of the sour things. “You realize this is dinner, right?” He grinned, he hadn’t eaten yet. This would work just fine. * “Okay.” Stiles can deal with that and if Cisco didn't play he would turn it off. “Dude, you need to work less before you really burn yourself out. They can survive without you.” Smiling, he said, “Yeah, I know I didn’t have to do it, but I wanted to do it. That’s what friends do. They buy you stuff just for the hell of it.” He glanced at the tv for a moment. “Yes, sour. I thought you might want to try something different.” He shook his head. “No, I did not realize that. And now that I do, there is no way I’m letting you eat Twizzlers for dinner. I can make something. It’s not like I’ve eaten dinner yet.” * “Twizzlers are a perfectly acceptable dinner food.” He said pointing at the bag with a bit of amusement and shrugged. “ I’m okay. I’m tired, but it leaves less time for thinking. At least thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking about.” Or overthinking as his brain tended to do on multiple occasions. He pulled up a knee and circled his arms around it as he watched his friend with amusement. “See, strawberry and sour. The two food groups.” Obviously a scientific thing. Clearly. “Oh, well I mean if you’re going to make me dinner, who am I to refuse.” He grinned as he stood, abandoning the twizzlers for the moment. “I’ll be back for you. It’s not really the end.” He said dramatically, giving them a little hand stroke, before letting Stiles lead the way. --- “No. No, they are not.” Stiles reached over, acting like he was going to take away the Twizzlers. “And what do you need to be thinking about?” He kept trying to keep his attention on the game, but the game was slowly losing and Cisco was getting more and more of his attention. “I knew you’d go for it,” he said as he paused the game once again and set the controller down. “What are you in the mood for?” he asked as he stood up and started to walk towards the kitchen. When something caught his eye, he stopped and stared up at the ceiling. “Okay, that’s weird,” he said as he kept on staring. It was mistletoe and he did not remember ever putting any of that up because they didn’t have any. * “You know, keeping people alive. Requires a bit of outside the box thinking. Most of the time it’s just equipment maintenance, but on the occasion I do have to build something from scratch I’ll need to be all there...honestly lately I haven’t been.” It wasn’t the type of job he wanted to screw around with, someone could literally get hurt. As Stiles reached for the licorice, he made a pathetic sound of protest and pulled it away. “What, nooo.” He’d bite if need be! Cisco squirmed away from the food thief. All it took was being over at Stiles’ place to feel better, it was a nice feeling. He had someone he could hang out with and talk to if he needed to. That alone made him feel much less like some kind of freak, unlike his family lately. Standing to follow him toward the kitchen, he raised an eyebrow when he stopped and something caught his attention. “Mistletoe? Did you guys hang it to bait Scott?” He grinned, but all that talk faded away for a moment as he found himself reaching a hand out to touch Stiles’ shoulder. “It is tradition.” --- “This is why you need to cut back. You can’t let yourself get burned out. That’s when mistakes happen.” And Stiles was pretty sure Cisco wouldn’t forgive himself if something bad happened because he was tired one day. Stiles wouldn’t take the candy way. It was all Cisco’s. But he was for damn sure going to make him eat something a little more real. Because Twizzlers was not dinner food. “Nope,” he replied with a shake of his head. “We didn’t have any mistletoe.” He would have remembered that seeing as he put everything up this year. “Umm…” He finally looked away from the mistletoe and looked at Cisco. This would normally be the point where he moves away, but he didn’t. “Yeah, okay.” And for some reason, he was into this idea when he shouldn’t be. * “I know, and I hate it. I love that job.” He frowned as his brows furrowed in discontent. He also liked his job at the agency too-but lives could be at stake if he messed anything up, and if it were a child that paid the price? No. He wouldn’t forgive himself, he knew what he needed to do but it was a hard decision. He wasn’t just doing it for the money, hell the Agency paid him well too. He could live comfortably on either job, but he genuinely loved it. He was only starting to like his Agency job. The internal struggle was real. Cisco too wasn’t normally interested in kissing someone elses boyfriend, especially someone he liked-but just then it seemed like a good idea. Like if he didn’t he’d regret it. He leaned in to give him a soft kiss, nothing too hard or needy. Just something gentle. --- “Maybe you can go back to it some other time,” he suggested. Stiles didn’t see why he couldn’t. Just, right now, Cisco needed to deal with only one job before he ended up in a hospital bed because of exhaustion. That would be bad. And it was something Stiles didn’t want to see. It did feel right. Like he needed to do it even though he never thought about kissing Cisco ever before. Yes, he was a mission to get Cisco kissed and possibly laid, but this was not what he ever had in mind. He closed his eyes when Cisco kissed him. He kissed back, but not in the same fashion as he would kiss Scott. Nope. This was more innocent. The urge to kiss was finally going away and when it did he finally pulled away and then stared at Cisco. “Uh…so...that happened.” He glanced up real quick and then looked back at Cisco. “It’s gone… I really hate this freaky shit.” * Cisco wasn’t exactly experienced in kissing, hell this was his first real one that wasn’t an aunt or something. It was something kind. Not exactly heated urgency, but like true affection. Stiles meant something to him, he was his first real friend. As it disappeared though, Cisco also let his hand drop as they both equally backed up to look at eachother. “I..” He rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly, practically squirming internally. What the hell had he done? Stiles was very much with Scott, and Scott was someone he liked. “I’m sorry. I don’t..I wasn’t planning to..” How did he finish that sentence? His initial reaction was to apologize, Stiles was with someone else. That was weird. “It is.” He looked up and noted the missing mistletoe as well. --- “It’s okay.” Stiles wasn’t mad. And it wasn’t like it was just all on Cisco. He could have pushed Cisco away, but he hadn’t. He had wanted it too, which was still weird. But he was pretty sure it was because of that damn mistletoe that was no longer around. First the freaky snowmen and now this. He didn’t want to know what might pop up next. “Wanna forget that this happened and find food?” Because he was all for moving past this weirdness. * Well, that was awkward. He looked back up at the ceiling and frowned a bit. “Yeah, sure.” He thought of Stiles more like a brother than someone he wanted to kiss. “I didn’t suck did I?--Maybe that’s the wrong question here. I don’t know. Ignore me. Just feed me instead.” He grinned, trying to brush it off, but the thought remained in the back of his mind. That had been his first, if he did suck maybe it was better to forget it and just move on. --- Stiles shook his head at Cisco's question before saying, "No, it didn't suck." There had been nothing sucky about it. It had just been...weird. Not something he thought would happen. But it had and now they would need to move on and hopefully, it didn't make anything weird because he would hate that. "Next time use that move when we're out." He grinned at Cisco. "I can definitely do that. Let's fine food." |