Cisco Ramon is an anomaly (onlygoodvibes) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-02-01 18:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | cisco ramon (vibe), stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles and Cisco
Where: Home
When: After the plot
What: Stiles checks in on Cisco
Status: Complete
Warnings:none
Cisco felt awful. Physically he wasn’t quite himself, mentally either really. He was recovering since Stiles picked him up from Tony's, but he didn’t get out of bed much. Doing so was painful. He’d slept a majority of the day. His entire body ached. Like it’d been torn apart on the inside, which basically it had. He’d tried to play it off like he was fine, he didn’t want to inconvenience them anymore than he had so Cisco mostly stayed to himself since he got back. He wasn’t very good with reaching out in the first place, and now they’d gone out into zombieland to look for him. He didn’t know how to respond to that. His own family would have just left him there, but Stiles and Noah?...They hadn’t. He just felt a little emotionally numb. Drained from perhaps the universe threatening to claw his brain appart. Who knew, all he knew was it wasn’t fun. He just existed. He laid in bed, watching the numbers on his tablet change every so often. He’d outted himself online as some kind of freaky vision guy, all this was real now. Zombies and creatures of death had happened in the wake of said vision. What did he do with that? Finally, Cisco began to push himself out of bed. Grimacing as the patchwork on his injury shifted with him, he set his bare feet on the floor. At least, what he thought was the floor. It felt like leather, like a soft almost buttery fabric that he bent down gingerly to pick up. What the hell was this? It came with black kevlar pants and a jacket, decorated in red and black. He picked it up carefully and frowned. He didn’t remember purchasing leather pants. --- Thank god the apocalyptic bull was done and over with and Stiles hoped that they never went through anything like that again. He was glad that Cisco was back, though. He had been worried about his friend when he had just up and disappeared during all of the craziness. When Tony had contacted both him and his dad, he had become a little less worried since Cisco had been found and was somewhere safe. Then, of course, Scott had the stupid idea of going out to check on kittens. Yeah, Stiles made sure to smack him upside his head when he returned. Stiles didn’t bother Cisco much since he figured his friend needed the rest. But after a while, he was bored and he wanted to check on Cisco, so he walked to the guest bedroom, which was now basically Cisco’s room, and knocked. “Hey, you alive in there?” he asked as he started to crack the door open. * He had needed the rest pretty badly, he could barely keep his eyes open on the ride back to the Stilinskis place. He’d had to lean on Tony to get in at all in one piece, or at least get in without falling on his face. Cisco stared at the clothing in his hands until he heard the door and saw Stiles. Giving him a little smile he nodded. “I’m alive, and not naked.” He preapproved his entering, trying for a bit of humor though he wasn’t sure any tonal change had happened at all with how tired he felt. Cisco hadn’t done much to the room yet, like he was afraid to change anything even though he’d been handed a gift card. Sure, the computer in the room had been given a serious makeover, but beyond that? He tried not to be in the way. “But I might be into bondage.” That was the thing with all the leather, wasn’t it? --- Knowing that Cisco wasn’t naked and up meant Stiles could open the door all the way and step inside. “Oh good, I didn’t want to be blinded,” he joked. Stiles was going to ask what he had in his hands, but then when Cisco said he might be into the bondage, he just stared at his friend, a questioning brow raised. “I can barely get you laid,” he said as he walked in further and stood beside Cisco so he could get a better look at the clothes. “Did you have a dream where you’re a male dominatrix?” He looked at his friend, smirking. * “Hilarious.” He couldn’t remain in a bad mood too long around Stiles. He felt comfortable with him. Stiles knew how to make him laugh, or at the very least get him to roll his eyes. Which he did just then. “No, nothing like that. There are all kinds of super heroes though, but I’m not a super hero.” Cisco held it up a bit more and raised an eyebrow. “Did I go drunk shopping on amazon when I got drunk at Christmas?” He pulled up his bank account on his phone after a minute or so and scrolled through it. No mentions of bondage R Us anywhere. “I don’t see anything.” Ugh, more dream crap. Cisco wasn’t naked, but he was shirtless. He was pretty badly bruised in a few places. The bandage around his waist was pretty uncomfortable too, but not life threatening at least. He had a pair of star wars sweats on though, and damnit if he was getting up for much of anything being this uncomfortable. It was the closest he could get to any real comfort. --- “You know it.” Stiles was smiling his signature smile. “Sooooo, is this your superhero outfit then?” Cisco obviously got it for some reason. Especially if it came from the dreams. Then that meant something. “Nope. I didn’t see you drunk shopping that night.” Then again he was too busy getting pictures and video of drunk Cisco and sneaking off with Scott. “Dream gifts!” He grabbed the jacket and tried it on. “How do I look?” Leather was not really his thing, but hey, if Cisco wasn’t going to try it on then he might as well have some fun with it. “How’s your…” he pointed towards his banded waist. * Cisco gave him a shove when he got within shoving range and shook his head with a slight laugh. “Ow. Your fault, don’t make me laugh” All the same it was nice, if he’d been back at home with Dante he’d probably have just been miserable. If he’d been left at Stark’s equally so. The man was nice enough, but it wasn’t his home. He considered wherever Stiles and Noah were to be home. As the top part was snatched away and draped onto his friend he snorted in amusement. “Like a dork. I think it’s a little out of place.” He shook his head as he reached for the glasses that were on his desk and then looked back up at Stiles. “You can try it first, but don’t get any weird ideas. No sex in that suit.” The glasses didn’t react like normal glasses in his hands this time around, when he touched them they gave him a bit of an electric shock. “Ow, what the?” He put them down beside him, the sides had lit up. They’d never done that before. They were lit up blue like they’d reacted to his simple touch. As Stiles asked about the injury he frowned a bit. “It hurts, but I can move a little now.” --- Stiles stumbled a little and then rubbed at his arm, faking that Cisco had hurt him even though he really hadn’t. “Why not? Laughing is supposed to heal you!” Stiles couldn’t help it if he could make Cisco laugh. He was an easy target, so it didn’t take much to get Cisco going. “Oh yeah? Think I need something to make it look better?” ooh, it was those glasses. Hell, he’ll try them on if Cisco was going to let him. “Well, hand them over then,” he said as he held out his hand. “Aw, now you’ve taken the fun away yet again. What am I going to do with you?” He was about to tell Cisco to hand over the glasses again, but that’s when it shocked his friend. “Okaaaaay, I don’t want to wear those anymore.” Nope, he did not want to get shocked. “What’s up with them? Why are they lit up like that? And why do you get cool stuff?” He wanted cool stuff. No, instead, he got weird stuff from his dreams like lacrosse gear and a dog bowl with Scott’s name on it. He hadn’t shown that to Scott yet. Right now it was shoved in the back of his closet. “As long as your parts aren’t falling off, I will say that’s a good thing.” He took the jacket off and placed it down on the bed. * Nope, Cisco wasn’t much of a broody sort. Not for long anyway, he always bounced back even when things seemed to suck. Stiles helped. A little grin crept into his lips in spite of his grumpy mood at his friends dramatics. “That statement has to be the worst lie I’ve ever heard.” He wrinkled his nose in amusement and reached out once again for the glasses, this time with a little more caution. “...Weird.” They weren’t painful, they felt alive. “They’re vibrating. Can you feel it?” He held them out for Stiles to touch, but to the average person they did nothing.They were just glowing. “I don’t know, they’ve never reacted like this before.” He admitted with a frown. He didn’t know why this was all happening now. Or why he got freaky shit from the dreams. “I don’t know that I’d call it cool..” He made a face. “I guess it could be worse, it’s not tight and a cape.” It looked like a biker jacket, not too bad. He was a little tempted to try it on, but also kind of scared. His hand reached out to touch the jacket. “It’s all familiar..” -- Stiles gave Cisco an innocent look and smiled oh so sweetly at him. “What lie? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed to himself especially after he saw the look on Cisco’s face. He watched as Cisco picked up the glasses again. “Dude, you’re seriously going to make me touch those?” Yep, it would appear that way. He grabbed the glasses and felt nothing. “Nah, man, they feel like normal glasses to me. I don’t feel anything vibrate-y.” He handed them back. “Maybe it has to do with your power vision thingy.” How could Cisco not think the stuff he got was cool. Stiles thought it was cool. Why couldn’t he get things like this? He gasped. “I want to see you in tights and a cape.” He tried to keep a straight face before he started busting up with laughter. He looked down at the jacket and then back up at Cisco. “Because it’s yours?” * Cisco gave Stiles a look and shook his head with a smirk. “Uh huh.” He responded with a roll of his eyes and a second glance at the shades he held onto. “Yep, don’t be a chicken.” He held them out, they were very futuristic looking. Like they didn’t even belong on their Earth, which by his world’s standards they didn’t. They belonged to a place called Earth-62 from their design anyway. “They shocked me, but maybe they won’t shock you? I don’t know.” He shrugged. Raising an eyebrow as Stiles handed them back and sad he felt nothing, Cisco frowned. “They still feel alive to me, different.” He was a little afraid to put them on though. “No capes.” He gave Stiles a flick to the ear and an amused look. Tights, maybe. But not in this lifetime. Not unless he was very, very drunk. And probably not even then. “I guess so, but I haven’t dreamt it yet. Me wearing this if it is. I’m still just lab guy who occasionally gets awful visions of scary shit. I’m not a superhero.” He gave Stiles another doubtful look. He didn’t believe he could be. That was Barry’s job. --- Cisco didn’t need to worry. Stiles wasn’t going to nab the jacket and do anything kinky with it. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t mess with Cisco at some point. As for the glasses, yeah, he was still glad nothing happened when he handled them. “Maybe they’re only allowed to vibrate with you.” It wasn’t like he had any powers.. Cisco was the one getting them, so in Stiles’ mind it made sense that they would feel different to Cisco. “Why not? Batman wears a cape.” Okay, ow, that flick hurt. He rubbed his ear and then childishly stuck his tongue out at Cisco before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “You don’t know that! You could be. You know as well as I do, when somebody gets powers they either become a superhero or the villain. And you don’t exactly scream villain to me.” * “That sounds wrong, but also maybe true. I don’t know.” He didn’t think putting them on his face in an unknown environment was a good idea. He was more likely to try it at the Agency with Jemma in case anything weird happened. He placed them aside, and that futuristic blue glow faded. They just looked like normal glasses again with some unique detailing. “Have we learned nothing from the Incredibles?” He smirked at that face and wiggled his hand at him tauntingly like he’d do it again if he got near, but he wouldn’t really. Unless Stiles earned it that is. Touching the fabric of that jacket, he cautiously pulled it on. It hung open in the front and fit perfectly. Yep, it was definaty his. “I could be a villain. I’m very intimidating.” He said with a nod and gave Stiles an amused sidelong glance. “I don’t know, visions don’t seem like the most helpful thing in crime fighting.” Sure he saw the invasion ahead of time, but it still happened. He couldn’t stop it just because he’d seen it. “I’m not exactly the most capable fighter in history..” He admitted awkwardly. “I could probably punch someone but that’s about it.” What good would science guy be in the field? --- Stiles shook his head. “Nope! Was I supposed to be learning something from them? If I was, oops.” He smacked Cisco’s hand away, smiling after he did so. With a straight face, Stiles started at Cisco for a moment before he started to laugh. “I’m sorry,” he said in between his laughter, “But you’re not that intimidating.” Yeah, no way could he picture Cisco as a villain, like ever. Dude was too nice and sweet. “Maybe that’s just the start of them. Maybe there’s more to come. Or you could just have your visions. You’re like Phoebe from Charmed. Yep.” Not like he could say much. He wasn’t trained in fighting either or anything. But if he needed to take a swing at somebody, he could knock them to the floor. “You should stop selling yourself so short. You never know what you might be capable of.” * “Ow.” Cisco waved out his hand as he reached in to smack Stiles’ hand right back. Rude. “You were supposed to be taking notes, you should have known there was a test coming.” He nodded with a very fake air of confidence. That confidence dwindled a little bit as he watched Stiles laugh at his statement and gave him a shove. “They say it’s the quiet ones to watch for.” He smirked, but he really didn’t think he was a villain either so he wasn’t all that offended. He just didn’t think he was any kind of hero either. “At least you didn’t say Phoebe from Friends.” He rolled his eyes at the thought of being Friends Phoebe. “God I hope there’s not more.” The idea was scary. He didn’t want more. The visions were hard enough to handle. --- Stiles gasped with Cisco smacked his hand right back. “Ow!” And just for that, Stiles smacked his friend’s hand again. “Stop that!” He rolled his eyes. “I can’t know something if nobody tells me anything.” He fell over from the shove, even though it wasn’t that hard, he just wanted to be dramatic. “I’ve heard that before,” he said as he tried to stop laughing. “OO! But then you could sing Smelly Cat!” He sat up, grinning and started to sing the song. “But what if it’s something cool? Wouldn’t you want it?” * “Ow! You stop!” He pinned his hand down briefly with his arm. “I’m telling you now! Get out a pencil and test form.” Cisco had temporarily forgotten about the glasses. He couldn’t help but give a laugh when Stiles fell over. “Oh come on, I barely touched you.” He rolled his eyes, but appreciated the distraction very much all the same. It stopped him from thinking about how messed up the last week had been. As Stiles got up to sing, Cisco made a face and pretended to close his ears with his hands. But really he was more amused than anything else “Smelly Cat...And I use to wonder why it didn’t win awards.” He teased, but then his expression faded into something a little more serious. “I don’t know. The visions are so damn painful, what if the next thing is too?” --- “I refuse to!” He didn’t want to stop smacking Cisco’s hands and he sure as hell didn’t want to take some fake test either. “How do you know hmm? Maybe you pushed me harder than you thought.” Cisco covering his ears only made Stiles sing louder. He stopped, though. He ran out of song to sing. “Hey, I never said I knew how to sing.” He poked at Cisco, making sure to miss any bit of him that was hurt during the craziness. “Or maybe they won’t be. You never know. But let’s not worry about it. We wouldn’t want you going crazy over something that might never happen.” * How did it always come down to this!? He gave what was given and smirked. “Maybe I don’t, see I really am a super villain. Don’t even know my own strength. A sign of true villany.” He tried to be convincing, but not even he was really buying it. Stiles hadn’t hit the places injured, but Cisco tried to get a better vantage point on him and winced in pain as he did so. He had instant regret, and the movement became drastically less. “It scares me.” He admitted, for a moment not smacking him at all. “The metas in my dreams end up snapping or losing their minds.” What if he did too? He couldn’t not think about it. --- Stiles laughed some more. “Uh huh. Sure you are. What’s your villain name, hm?” He couldn’t wait to see what Cisco’s answer was to that. But, yeah, no, he wasn't buying it at all. It seemed like everyone around him was scared of what they were becoming and Stiles wished that he could do more. But there was only so much that he could do. “That doesn’t mean you’ll snap or lose your mind. Isn’t your dream best friend a meta or whatever? Isn’t he fine?” * Cisco gave that some real thought. “I’m not sure, but I’m sure it would be awesome. Something like..Dark Vision? Omnivision?” Those were kinda weak, but he’d never really given it any thought. He laid on his back, stretching out for a minute as his side got sore again. “What about you, if you became a supervillain what would your villain name and power be?” Question of the night. He was curious. He winced slightly as he shifted the wrong way and caused himself a little more pain than he’d intended. “Yeah, but he’s one of the few so far. It seems like the rest want to use their powers and take over Central City, or kill those who wronged them. I...don’t want either of those things. I mean, my family might have been not so great..but I don’t want them dead. And I have no strong take over the world vibes.” He shrugged a bit. --- “Eh…” Those names didn’t sound very appealing. He thought for sure Cisco would have thought up something a little more interesting for himself. “Hm…” Now that was a very good question. What would his villain name be? He had no idea. “I’m sure if Scott was here he would say that my power is teasing. Or being annoying. Or both.” Stiles looked down at Cisco as he scratched at an itch on his cheek. “Then I guess we know that you’ll never turn into a villain since you don’t sound very villainy. Which means...you must be a superhero!” * “Hey, I only said I’m at naming other people, not myself. Give me a break.” He said with a smirk and rolled his eyes. “Trickster.” Was his response to Stiles’ villain name. “Or Sinister Snark.” He kind of liked Sinister Snark. Trickster sounded a little Saturday morning cartoonish. He gave stiles a look at that comment. “Your analysis has some holes there my friend.” But he was getting tired, so he didn’t push the matter further. He didn’t have a lot of energy after the attack on his entire body, that vision had downright drained him. --- “You should be great at naming no matter if it’s for someone else or yourself.” His eyes widened and a huge smile crossed his lips. “I like Sinister Snark. I think it would fit me well.” Stiles gave a look of his own. What? He saw nothing wrong with what he said. “I don’t think so,” he said with a shrug before standing up. “You look tired. Need a nap?” * “I thought so.” He didn’t even have to think all that hard when it came to names for his friends. For himself? He had next to nothing good. Probably had something to do with his confidence or lack thereof. It was rebuilding but it would take time. “I don’t want one but I can’t keep my eyes open.” It was like an entire body shut down. Like he needed to be recharged via sleep, he was struggling to keep his eyes open and finally lost the battle He passed out in a small pile of blankets, He felt safe enough in their home to let his guard down. --- |