Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-07-01 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cisco ramon (vibe), stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles and Cisco
Where: Random Club in L.A.
When: June 16th
What: Punching brothers!
Status: Complete
This was not how he planned to introduce Stiles to his brother, but if they didn’t locate Dante Cisco wasn’t going to be able to sleep. The asshole wasn’t answering his phone, and wasn’t aiding in the easing of his nerves. Cisco only agreed to get up off the kitchen floor to go find his brother. He needed to see that he was still physically alive. Cisco traced his phone. Once he’d agreed to go find him, he zeroed in on his location thanks to the satellites he’d claimed and frowned as they drove around L.A. He was very much mission determined, very little words were spoken-only a few directions here and there toward that location. Of course it was a club. Of course Dante wasn’t alone. Once they found parking Cisco waited and stared at that tablet in his hands. Dante was still alive, or at least his phone signal was. He was partying. That’s what he always did. Go to the clubs, pick up women, drink. Yet somehow he was the favorite. Cisco grit his teeth as he watched the little dots move around the building, deciding for a moment what to do. He didn’t think they were actually going to go, but he got into the car and there they were. --- Tracking down Cisco’s brother hadn’t been the thing he imagined himself and Cisco doing tonight. But here he was driving through LA trying to figure out where Dante was holding up tonight. Stiles could tell that whatever Cisco had dreamed had been bad. They were normally goofing off with one another, but not tonight. Tonight it was all seriousness. Even though it was a dream, Stiles knew how Cisco felt. He had those emotions bubble up again when he found out his dream self’s mom was dead too. “Now we know why he wasn’t answering,” Stiles said once he found a parking spot and then turned the jeep off. He looked over at Cisco and asked, “Soooo, are we going inside?” * Cisco wasn’t in the mood to be light and have fun when he felt like he had a sack of bricks on his chest. He could barely breathe until he’d spotted Dante on the radar. Only then did he dare to even try to take a breath. He glanced over at Stiles with a small frown and then back at the club. “Yeah.” He was afraid of clubs, but he was angrier at Dante than he was afraid. If he got arrested ever in his life, it was likely tonight would be that night. For someone so careful there was no hesitation, no humor there. Just a twinge of cold anger in his eyes as he got out of the car and headed straight inside. He walked past a very confused looking door guy who attempted to stop Stiles on the way in. There was obviously no stopping the first guy. He’d walked straight in past the lines. It was very much a Mexican style club, even the man at the door didn’t seem to speak English but everyone spoke money. * Stiles knew how Cisco felt about clubs and if Cisco couldn’t get himself to go himself, Stiles would go in and get Dante himself. But, apparently, that wasn’t going to be needed. Stiles ended up following Cisco away from the jeep and towards the entrance of the club. He didn’t expect Cisco to just blow past the doorman. Of course, his luck, he was getting stopped. And he had no idea what was being said to me. “Yeah, buddy, I don’t speak Spanish.” He quickly pulled out a twenty, gave it to the doorman and then quickly went inside before he could get yelled at in Spanish some more. Now, where in the hell did Cisco go? Stiles glanced around as he slowly made his way through the crowd. * Cisco grew up in a poor area, the club was new but still looked like something out of a spanish gangster movie. An industrial building, a few temporary items were strewn about. Couches for people to fuck on or drink on or do whatever the hell they did at clubs. Tables for people to put drinks on and obnoxious music flooding every inch of that building. Cisco could practically feel it in his veins, but he didn’t give a damn. Not right now anyway. He had one focus and one focus only. Find Dante. His eyes scanned the crowd and then the tablet in his hands. He didn’t realize Stiles wasn’t directly behind him. Where the hell was his brother? Someone had drunkenly spilled some kind of drink on him as they ran into him, and Cisco wasn’t even phased. He had located Dante across the sea of bodies grinding to some repetitive techno. Dante had a girl with him, Cisco didn’t pause for her either. “You are alive.” And before Dante could even react to the presence of his estranged younger sibling, his head was reeling back as a fist connected with his jaw, and a crowd of people moved away in shock. * Why did everyone seriously look the same from behind? Stiles was seriously starting to wonder if he was ever going to find Cisco in this crowded mess. It wasn’t always easy to find anyone. He knew that. He did the club thing, but usually, when he did he wasn’t trying to track down his boyfriend. Just when he thought he wasn’t going to find him, that’s when the crowd seemed to be moving away from something that was happening. Stiles went towards the crowd chanting in his head, ‘I hope it’s not Cisco’ over and over. They did not need to get into trouble. Or worse…end up in jail. He finally pushed through the crowd and cursed under his breath when he saw that it was indeed Cisco and his brother that caused the crowd to back off. “Cisco!” he shouted. “What are you doing!?” * For a minute all he saw was red as he stretched out his hand. Dante looked just as shocked as Stiles. Clearly the last person he expected to be struck by was his little brother. Dante looked almost identical to Cisco except he was older by a few years and his hair was cut shorter. He was pristine and clean cut unlike his younger brother often was. Had an arrogant rich boy attitude in spite of their current surroundings. He almost didn’t hear Stiles, but he saw him first and his anger seemed to subside a little. “Doing something I should have done years ago! ” His eyes flicked back to Dante, and then back to Stiles as he left the crowd in shock. His hand balled into another fist as if to strike Dante again. * If they weren’t in the middle of a club, honestly, Stiles wouldn’t care if Cisco kept hitting his brother. But they were in a club and he knew someone was bound to call the cops. He stepped loser to Cisco and said, “Okay, well, you got him. And you can see he’s alive. We should go.” He glanced around at the crowd and then turned his attention back to Cisco and his brother. * Cisco glared at the short haired Latino in front of him. He did not want to leave. The anger he felt was new and fresh, in his mind, Dante deserved more than just one solid punch. He was tempted to go for another, but then Stiles was by his side again and his hand lowered. “Fine.” Cisco was clearly in no mood to stick around, but even if he’d wanted to do something else a club would not be his first choice. The music and the bodies were starting to get to him. He knew they couldn’t just stick around if he wanted to maintain what was left of his sanity. He shouted some sort of Latino curse at Dante before he lead them both to the door and outside. He didn’t stop immediately, he kept going until they were closer to the jeep and that’s when his hands raised to his head. Everything hurt. There were too many people, and he was having an attack. Dante hadn’t helped. Dante had caused all this in the first place. “I can’t breathe.” There had been so much smoke that it’d caused an irritant in his lungs too. His hand was red and bruising. He hadn’t held back when he hit his brother. * Stiles was almost pretty sure he was going to have to physically drag Cisco out of the bar before something really bad happened, but shockingly Cisco listened and started to head out on his own. Stiles gave Dante one last look before turning and heading out of the club. “Yes, you can.” Stiles quickly caught up to Cisco. “Breath in through your nose and exhale slowly out of your mouth.” * Cisco leaned against that jeep for a minute. Every single fiber in his body was vibrating, and not in a good fun way. It was like the music had assaulted his senses. It was so loud in there he couldn’t even think much less focus on anything. It was a miracle that Stiles didn’t have to drag him out. Good news was, he wasn’t so far gone that he couldn’t listen to reason, or the fact that they were in a very public place. “Everything hurts.” He slid down to his ankles for a minute, his back against the jeep as he tried to regain his bearings. This was why he hated clubs. The mass amounts of energy were too much. His system was being overloaded. His skin was pale and it wasn’t because of the altercation with Dante. He could have kept going if not for the energy drain. Too many bodies in one location. Too many emotions. * After watching Cisco sink down to the ground, Stiles sat down next to him. “You better not faint on me or I’m leaving your ass here in the parking lot,” he joked, trying to get Cisco to change gears in his mind. “And here I would think the only thing that would be hurting is your hand.” He glanced down at Cisco’s hand, which looked red. Hopefully, he didn’t break anything. “I bet Dante will answer his fucking phone the next time you call.” * It took Cisco a minute or two to respond at all. It was like his brain was on a loading screen and failing to do so. “Mean.” When he finally did speak, though. His brows furrowed a little as he tried to focus on Stiles instead. He was trying to block out that club entirely, but it wasn’t going so well. He was struggling to focus on anything in particular and breathing was the only thing he could think of. So for a good long while he just did that. “It feels like my entire body is on fire..” And not in a fun way. His hand gripped at his knee for a minute to try to mitigate pain somehow, but nothing was working in the moment. These were the reasons he didn’t volunteer to go to clubs with Stiles and Lydia. Granted he didn’t mind if Stiles went, so long as he didn’t pick up a guy or anything. But that was neither here nor there. “I don’t see how you like these places.” Then again, Stiles didn’t have powers that fed off other people. “Think I got that across? Heh.” He looked at his hand. It was starting to swell. “It does hurt.” But he could move it a little. It likely wasn’t broken. He could flex his fingers and only wince a little. * “Don’t faint then,” Stiles said, grinning at Cisco. “You’re fine.” He reached over and grabbed Cisco’s hand (the one he didn’t use to punch his brother). “Yep, you don’t feel hot to me. You’re just freaking out.” Well, at least now he knew why he could never drag Cisco to a club. What was going on right now was not good. “It’s fun. And normally there’s drinking and not brother finding and punching.” He nodded his head. “Yeah, I think you seriously got that across. I’m not surprised. It’s probably going to hurt all night.” * It was the opposite of fun. He flinched a little, thinking Stiles was reaching for his hand that was currently throbbing a bit but he didn’t. Cisco didn’t pull away. He needed solid things just then, it felt like the world was threatening to crumble underneath him and wasn’t a good feeling at all. “Trying.” He leaned on Stiles a little instead, using most of his weight on the jeep though. “Sorry.” He wasn’t sure what for, maybe for dragging him this far out just to punch someone. “Good. That’s good. He should.” His injured hand touched his face as he looked down at the cement underneath them. “...Barry could have fixed it.” Dante’s dying, Cisco feeling like complete shit. “He didn’t fix it. He fixed everything else.” He couldn’t help but feel betrayal cross over from the dreams, and he hated it. * Stiles ended up putting his arm around Cisco and pulling him close. “Sorry? Sorry for what?” He was confused about why Cisco would be apologizing. He hadn’t done anything wrong. “And if not, we’ll just track his ass down again and you can kick him in the balls.” Okay, now he was confused again. “What do you mean Barry could have fixed it?” Was Cisco talking about here or in the dream world? The more he spoke, the more Stiles figured Cisco must be talking about the dream world. “Maybe he had his reasons.” * Cisco gave a half smile, but seemed to be fighting a flood of ridiculous emotion he really didn’t want to come spilling out there in the parking lot. “This. I don’t know.” It was a thing he ended up doing when he was overwhelmed, and he was very overwhelmed just then. He was trying to focus on breathing and not passing out, not having a ugly breakdown. Not going back in and punching Dante on the other side of his face. “I don’t ask him to do much.” Cisco was hurt more than angry. It probably didn’t come off that way considering all the flood of emotional hell he was feeling just then, but he leaned into that arm. His eyes closed. “He changes everything else.” * “You don’t need to be sorry. If I didn’t want to be out here with you, I would have never volunteered to go Dante hunting.” But he cared about Cisco, a lot, and he’d pretty much do whatever for him. “I know you don’t.” He still didn’t understand how his family could treat him the way that they did. “It’s just a dream.” * And that was when the flood gates opened, and there was no more holding back. Between the betrayal he felt from Barry and Dante combined, Cisco broke down. This was a side of himself he’d never wanted anyone to see, he always tried to be the calm stable one that others could rely on for a laugh, but he had no laughter left just then. He gripped at Stiles, which was a poor choice of things to do with a painful hand-but he didn’t care. There were worse pains. The betrayal of people he loved for one. “I don’t ask any of them for anything.” He hated asking people for things, hell he didn’t even want Stiles to go out of his way tonight. * Stiles didn’t really know what to do when Cisco finally just let it go and broke down. He really wasn’t the greatest with this type of stuff. So, he just kept holding Cisco close and listened to him when he spoke. “I know…” He wished he knew the right words, but mostly he figured Cisco just needed to get it all out there. * In this case, words weren’t needed. Just Stiles was needed. His presence was help enough, Cisco felt safe enough with him to show him everything. It was the first time he’d ever shown this raw sort of side to anyone, he’d normally rather just hide it away. If he could have this time he damn well would have, but with the combination of weakened powers and dream bullshit he finally couldn’t stand it anymore. It took a while before he was able to calm down again, but eventually he did. The club was starting to clear out, and Cisco was drained. “This is attractive.” He finally said after a while, a little laugh at himself as he just held onto him. “Everything you think about when you go clubbing, right?” Crying in a parking lot. How very attractive indeed. * Stiles will sit there with Cisco for however long he needed to. Even if his ass was going numb from sitting on the ground. “Oh, you have no idea how attractive it is. I’m seriously trying my hardest not to just throw you down and have my way with you right now.” He smiled. “No. Not really. I really didn’t think you were going to punch your brother. But, hey, he deserved it.” * Cisco did finally laugh at that comment. He hadn’t laughed much at all that night, but some of his humor was coming back. Stiles didn’t just up and leave. That went a long way with him. He moved his arm to wipe at one of his eyes. “Lets go home?” He didn’t want to sit there anymore either. The longer they sat the more chance they had for dante to show up and start shit. * Stiles stuck by the people he cared about whether they ere just friends or more than friends. That’s just who he was. “Oh, hey you laughed. The world is good again.” He nodded and started to get up. “Yes, let get out of here.” He held his hand out to Cisco to help him up. “We can even stop somewhere for a midnight snack.” Because why the hell not? * Cisco gave Stiles a look and a roll of his eyes and just frowned at the loss of his body heat. He was moderately comfortable leaning on him. Reaching out to take his hand the engineer stood and nodded. “I don’t remember the last time I ate anything…” He admitted as he joined him back in the jeep. Chances were he’d most likely sleep until they found food or ended up back home, he was drained. |