I wish you the happiest of all birthdays, my sweet, little bday twin 💋💖 I don't know why you suddenly disappeared from the face of earth but I hope you're safe, happy and you take good care of yourself. You deserve to have the most amazing day of your life, and not just today. Cara, you're the light of so many lives (mine included), so I really hope that for once, our light reaches you, so you know you're never alone. My birthday wish is for you to come back one day because I miss you terribly and I still love you so, so much. Till the end of the line, remember? That hasn't changed. Please be safe, sweetheart. Live life to the fullest. Have no regrets. Be happy. Shine brighter than the sun. Don't ever change. Love you❤
“I can’t believe he locked us in a fucking locker room,” mutters Dean’s companion, obstinate to the very end. Frankly, Dean doesn’t really care all that much. He tips back in his chair and sighs, his feet lunked on top of another chair while Seth paces in front of the door. He keeps glaring at the door like it’ll magically unlock, but Dean knows better than to expect Roman to let them out until he’s positive they’ve made up.
“You could try doing what he wants,” Dean drawls, paying no mind to Seth’s head whipping around or the glare he levels at him. “Instead of being a whiny little baby about it.”
“I’m not — fuck you,” Seth grumbles, stomping over and shoving Dean’s feet off the chair he’d been using. He flops down in it like a big toddler, title thrown over his shoulder carelessly, and folds his arms.
He does make the title look good, though. Still got that going for him. Seth’s always looked best with gold around his waist.
“Stop leering at me,” Seth mutters. “That wasn’t an offer.”
Dean shrugs. “Whatever. Don’t got much else to do.”
It gets a snort out of Seth, half-amused, half-despairing. “Yeah, I guess that’d be fulfilling his expectations. Can’t get much closer to making up than making out.”
“Mm,” Dean hums. “He probably wants us to like, talk it out or something.”
Seth looks disgusted. Rightfully so.
“What is there to talk about?” Seth asks. He carefully tugs the championship from his shoulder and lays on one of his legs. “It’s a marriage of convenience, if anything.”
“Come on, you didn’t miss me even a little?” Dean asks. Not that he cares. At all. “You’re a bigshot champion now. Brightest shining little star of the company. You couldn’t have found anybody else to help you if you really wanted to?”
Seth stays quiet for long enough that Dean thinks he’s just going to ignore the question, drumming his fingers against the gold front plate of his title.
Finally, he says, “Nothing else worked as well together as we did.” He clears his throat, and then, “And nobody else is stupid enough to go head to head with the Authority other than you two. Nobody else would agree to help me, anyway. You two got hearts bigger than your heads.”
“I don’t know, man, I got a pretty big head.” Dean watches Seth carefully, even though Seth won’t meet his eyes. “You ask anybody else before you called us?”
Seth’s mouth twists into a frown. “… No,” he says, lifting his head to look at Dean. “But you knew that.”
“Not for sure,” Dean denies. “Just know how you work. You always go for a sure thing first.” He shrugs, and then puts a toe over the line they’ve both been staying behind. “I’ve always been a sure thing for you.”
Seth smiles, bitter like dark chocolate. Dean wants a bite. “I know you have,” he says. “I was counting on that. Doesn’t that piss you off.”
“Nah,” Dean says. Doesn’t even hesitate. “No, it pissed me off when you tried to throw me off the top of a steel cage, or when you almost fractured my skull that time, or when you got me arrested. This is just kinda cute.”
“Fuck off.” Seth rolls his eyes. “God, you’re unbearable.”
“And you still want a piece of this, so what’s that say about you?” asks Dean.
“That I have appalling taste,” Seth says wryly. He didn’t deny it at least. That’s a win for Dean, he thinks.
“That may be true of your taste in music, clothes, hats, haircuts, and coffee,” says Dean, “but I happen to think your taste in fuckbuddies is phenomenal.”
He’s not even toeing across the line now. He just took a running leap over it.
“Oh, really?” Dean asks, replacing his feet on the chair, except now that Seth’s sitting in the chair, he’s really got his feet on Seth’s leg. He’s fully expecting Seth to push them off. He doesn’t. “Nobody else tickles your fancy? Just little ol’ me, huh? I feel very special right now.”
“I’m sure you do.” Seth rolls his eyes again. “We’re done talking about this. That’s forever ago. It doesn’t matter.”
Dean squints at him, tongue between his teeth as he thinks. He drops his feet to the floor along with the front legs of his chair with a loud clack, and leans forward. Seth is already leaning back, but Dean doesn’t move past the center of their little circle.
“Dare you to kiss me,” Dean says.
“I’m not twelve, that’s not going to work,” Seth says, but his lips are twitching.
“Okay, I double dare you, sweetheart,” replies Dean. “Double dog dare you. Triple dog dare you to lay one on me right now.”
“Shut up, no,” says Seth. He’s smiling for real now. “I triple dog dare you to shut the fuck up.”
“Watch your fuckin’ language,” Dean says. “Kiss me. Dare you. Dare you to do it. I dared you, you gotta.”
He closes his eyes and scrunches his face up like a little kid puckering their lips, and he’s surprised as anything when he feels a touch on his jaw, gentle, and the scritch of Seth’s facial hair as he kisses him. It’s familiar in the way that your childhood home is familiar, because you grew up with it and it grew up with you. You know every nook and cranny of that house and Dean knows and has always known every nook and cranny of Seth Rollins.
Neither of them hears the quiet click as the door unlocks and Roman peers inside, and they don’t see the way he smiles and closes it again. He silently high fives Antonio in the hallway outside before they head on their way, quietly discussing when Seth and Dean will figure out the door isn’t locked anymore.
My NOTP: Rolleigns, Rollton, Saige, Neth BellinsMy BrOTP: Seth/Jeff Hardy (I’m convinced they’d have been great friends), Seth/Sami ZaynMy OTP: Aaaaaaaaaaaambrollins My second choice pairing: I guess I could see him date maybe Alexa Bliss but endgame is always Death XDMy fluffy pairing + my angsty pairing: see my answers for Dean. Though I have a million more headcanonsMy favourite poly ship: Ambrollins though the focus needs to be on Dean and Seth.My weirdest pairing: Alexa Bliss?
