Y’all is there a ship name for these three? I’m gonna pretend there is in the tags haha.
To make up for what was supposed to be a way more fluffy drabble than it turned out to be.
“Whose turn for me to show off tomorrow night? You two decide yet?” Ricardo called from the other room where he was cooking dinner.
Chen looked down at Aridam, whose head was resting in his lap where he lay sprawled on the couch. Aridam smirked and held up one fist against his flat palm.
“I think there are better ways of solving this than rock, paper, scissors,” he scoffed but a smile playing on his face.
“Scared you’ll lose?” Aridam challenged with a smirk.
With a sigh, Chen matched Aridam’s gesture and counted them off. One, two, three.
“Ha! Scissors beats paper! Suck it!” Aridam crowed bringing Ortega into the room to see the commotion.
Ortega placed a hand to his chest, in mock shock, to tease Aridam. “You really want to avoid going out with me that much?”
“You really think you are that earth shatteringly handsome that I wanna go to one of those boring ass events?”
Turning back to Chen he ignored Ortega faux hurt look and asked, “What event do you suppose it is this time? The 25th Annual Geriatric Hero Awards?”
“Hey!”
“Maybe the Beard and Moustache Awards?”
They both looked over at Ortega who was touching his moustache and in unison said nah and went back to discussing options. Continuing to ignore Ortega’s protests and laughing as he walked out of the room mumbling and cursing in Spanish about how they were always ganging up on him.
Aridam reached out to pet the top of Spoon’s head where the lazy thing lay across his legs. Trying to find his equilibrium. He wasn’t used to being this happy. To having these sorts of emotions flooding through him. He closed his eyes and Chen reached out to gently brush as fingertip across the creases on Aridam’s face.
“Don’t go there,” he said quietly.
Chen silently sat willing Aridam’s mind to calm upon recognizing the need that often overwhelmed Aridam to run at the slightest hint of being loved and safe.
“Wasn’t,” Aridam whispered back.
He wasn’t really. Sure, it was always there. That desire to bolt but not really right now. It was just happy right now. Focusing on the soft presence of Spoon, the static hum of Ortega’s mind as he started singing, slightly off key, in the kitchen, and the feel of Chen’s hand running tenderly along his face he took a deep breath.
“I really wasn’t,” Aridam reiterated, taking Chen’s hand in his and holding it against his chest. “Thinking maybe this time we go. All of us. You, me, and the old man.”
“That’s not like you,” Chen puzzled over this new, unusual request.
“I know. But maybe he deserves this. We aren’t the easiest two people to get on with.”
Aridam laughed at Chen’s smile and at the thought that Ortega would be interested in either of them. And he knew Chen felt the same way. Why was a question they often discussed. But maybe why wasn’t the question to be asked. Maybe it was time they just give in and accept that why doesn’t matter.
“You will have to wear a suit, you know,” Chen mused.
“So will you. And socks.”
Chen scowled are the idea and scratched the scar on his jawline that he always did at the thought of an uncomfortable situation. Aridam cupped his cheek and leaned up to kiss him.
“I won’t wear socks so you don’t have to either,” he mumbled into the kiss. “Now who has to be the one to suffer Sparkles’ smugness and tell him we are both accompanying him?”
Chen kissed Aridam softly once more before holding out a fist on a flat palm with a smirk on his face.
Um hello hi I know I already made a microfic request, but your writing is sooo good I couldn't keep away, so if this is of interest and you feel like doing more I humbly request 33. saccharine for chen/sidestep/ortega please? 💕
Fallen Hero Micro Prompt Story - Chen x Sidestep x Ortega
Um this is always of interest to me!! And I’m sorry this is not what it appears to be. I cannot be trusted with prompts like saccharine.
#33 from this prompt list.
Ella and Louis played softly through the room, nothing more than background noise just made out over the sounds of the other two working at dinner. The clank of pans as Ricardo tossed ingredients in the air only to catch them again with finessed ease. The rhythmic chop of the knife in Aridam’s hand as the vegetables where perfectly diced and tossed into the pan beside Ortega.
...shower you with love and kisses, baby...
It was the sort of cozy evening he had come to enjoy. Their jokes, teasing banter, and laughter the happiest of sounds. The way Ortega kept sneaking soft, teasing touches against Aridam’s side, his arm, his hand, his back in passing. Pretending it was entirely accidental but fooling no one. Least of all Aridam who despite his attempts to hide it still stiffened under the slightest of touches.
...like it if I did the same...
Aridam shooting half-hearted scolding glances at each of Ortega’s attempts. As well as sneaking glances back at Chen who watched both with a soft, contented, smile on his face. The occasional stray piece of chopped food being slipped from the cutting board to the floor by Aridam when he thought neither of them where looking. Spoon happily gobbling it up before sitting back down to whine every so slightly for more.
...all my dreams...
He never thought he’d have something so perfect in his life again. It was not a thought he allowed himself to dwell on, that lack of companionship, of friendship, of love. Not until Aridam walked back into their lives and unwittingly worked his way into each of their hearts. Again.
...Oh, you won't be satisfied...
It was foolish to allow this dream to continue. It was foolhardy to believe this could last. But for the moment - for tonight - he could pretend it was alright. That they weren’t destined to all break.
...I'll bet you wouldn't like it if I did the same
You only tearing all my little dreams apart
Oh, you won't be satisfied until you break my heart.
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