#SETHAARON MY BELOVEDS

[codename-adler]

literally Aaron @ Seth:

flash fic 2024.09.08 - aaron & seth should not share stations

Hey yah! We did flash fic saturday. The wheel gave me AARON and SETH and an extra WYMACK. Clarence @merceyca prompted "manicure" and Jane @billdenbrough gave me "restaurant AU" so I wrote this unfinished scene in that hour HAHA I didn't reread this before posting...

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Aaron has been trying to decide if he’s seeing things right for the past four minutes. Seth’s nails are fucking glistening. Every time they catch the light at a certain angle, they shimmer right into Aaron’s eyes, like the obnoxious glare of sunlight off a the face of a watch. Like Scott Summers took off his protective visors and beamed him straight in the face—it’s distracting, is what it is, especially when Seth’s well-groomed cuticles catch stray particles of raw ground beef and he doesn’t shake off the immediately. It’s pissing Aaron off. 

“You���re not wearing gloves.” Seth doesn’t answer. “You’ll ruin your new manicure if you—“

“Fuck all the way off, fuckface.”

Okay, Aaron doesn’t care about his manicure anyway. “Did you wash your hands?”

“It’s my own lunch, dumbass. I don’t fucking care.”

“I hope you catch a case of listeriosis so bad, you shit and vomit every-fucking-where.”

“I washed my hands, Aaron,” Seth says through gritted teeth. “And I’ll throttle you with them if you keep talking.”

“Put in my obituary I died asphyxiated by the prettiest hands on the block.” 

Seth stops kneading and finally looks up at Aaron. “If you don’t keep using that knife, I will.” 

“I can’t cut anything with your gay nails shining in my eyes like a beacon.”

“Enough.” Wymack doesn’t raise his voice—he never has to—but it cuts in between them like he’d used a megaphone anyway. “Aaron, switch with Neil at the dishwasher. Keep it to yourself,” he adds when he sees Aaron open his mouth to argue.

“Replacing him with that jackass Neil isn’t much better,” Seth grumbles, but Wymack’s already turned away to leave the kitchen. 

Aaron holds out his hand expectantly and Seth slaps his hand down to grip Aaron. Aaron is surprised but he should have known he’d try to unbalance him. He resists the downward push until Seth relents and relaxes in his palm. Aaron scowls at him and he gets a scowl back, then brings up Seth’s hand for examination. He tilts his hand back and forth to see the nails shimmer. It’s kind of fun.

“It’s just clear polish,” Seth says, annoyed.

“Boring,” Aaron says flatly, unimpressed. Seth tries to pull his hand away but Aaron’s holds fast. When he tries again, he’s successful, and shoves Aaron back twice to make space between them.

Seth points a warning finger at Aaron.

[codename-adler]

saw this and its very sethaaron coded to me

if you asked me about receiving this Ask about a crackship i'm actually serious about, and from my beloved mutual at that, i'd say it's pretty neat and touching.

if you were to ask me on a deeper level, however, i would say it feels like a great ape acknowledging the existence of a small ladybug just trying to do her thing and enjoy life, like even she, the little one, has an impact on others through her small achievements and creations, and that her reach is perhaps more than what she could ever imagine...

like. YOU THOUGHT OF ME. AND MY DUMB BOYS IN LOVE. 😭

i know it's probably not that deep, apologies. but THANK YOU nonetheless 🥹🫶

and in the socmed au DUMP folder it goes!!! see ya soon 💖