So I've been thinking about creating a side Tumblr solely for writing, but I want to know everyone's opinion first.
I was thinking you guys could send prompts there (cause I get stuck a lot and need to write something else to get out of it), or we could chat about fics and ships, or... something.
This was supposed to be a really intelligent-sounding proposition, idk what happened.
Thoughts?
Even though Dean's a little pissed at Roman, he stays to watch the match anyway, thinking that if Roman actually wins, it'll give him a different target to go after, rather than being forced to always go back to Seth.
Roman doesn't win the match, but Dean finds himself actually sort of impressed anyway. Roman's absolutely beautiful in the ring (and Dean's going to pretend he never thought that), his unwavering resilience even as exhaustion bore down on him, even as blood threatened to spill, incredible.
Dean snickers just a little fondly when Roman snatches the championship belt from the referee before the referee can give it to the actual champion, remembering how he'd done almost the same thing months before with the manhandling of the FCW 15 Championship medal in retaliation for his 'loss' against Seth.
Maybe, just maybe, he actually means something to Roman.
He doesn't bother to show up the next week, having no match and no promo to do. He doesn't feel like dealing with Roman's stupidly good-looking face, doesn't feel like dealing with the pretty brat that is Seth Rollins.
They can have each other, for all he cares. He's almost 100% sure they're already fucking anyway.
(He tries his best to ignore the slight burn in his chest he feels at the thought of the two of them fucking without him, the burn of something that feels like longing or jealousy, both of which have no place being there in regards to how he feels about Seth or Roman. They've fucking corrupted him.)
He has to show up the week after that, because he's got a match (a fairly insignificant one against a guy he's never seen before, even though he's been there for 8 months).
Something must have changed in the time he's been gone, because he rounds the corner of the locker room after changing into his ring gear and stuffing everything haphazardly in his locker, only to stumble upon Seth and Roman talking to the general manager.
That's not what bothers him, of course. He couldn't care less about the general manager; she's threatened him on multiple occasions, but he knows she knows how valuable he is to the company, how firing him would leave them stranded and helpless and struggling. Even Seth and Roman wouldn't be able to save the company if he was gone.
No, what bothers Dean is the sight of Seth and Roman. Because it looks like Roman's doing all the talking, and Seth's curled into his side, one arm wrapped around him and his other hand clutching the side closest to him, and Roman's arm is draped over Seth's shoulders, fingers curled possessively over the top of Seth's arm.
He halts in his tracks and gapes, and thankfully, Roman doesn't see him, even though Dean's facing him, but Seth sees him. Their eyes meet, and Seth's eyes narrow, and he presses in closer to Roman, and Roman, on what appears to be instinct, presses a kiss into Seth's hair.
That burn in Dean's chest returns, more intense than it had been previously, and Dean feels disgusted and jealous and wanting all at once, and he clenches his hands into fists and tries valiantly not to break something as Seth smirks at him.
(He fails, of course, but he'll lie and say that the framed picture he stole from the general manager's office attacked him when he's later confronted about the shards of glass scattered across the locker room floor.)
Dean wins his match easily, his opponent tapping out to the simplest of submission holds after Dean thoroughly takes his frustration with Roman and Seth out on the guy. It's almost laughable how short the match is, although Dean's doing anything but laughing when he heads down the hallway toward the locker room after the match.
He'd been thrown off his game by an encounter he'd had with Roman and Seth before his match; Seth had a match just before his, and when Dean had headed backstage to wait for his own match to be announced, he'd found Roman, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, like he was waiting for something or someone.
He'd stared at Roman for a while until Roman turned his head and locked eyes with Dean, and then Roman had given him such a long, hard, scrutinizing look that he'd felt like Roman was tearing him open and examining him inside and out, seeing every part of him, the good and the bad and everything Dean didn't want him to see.
Seth had appeared, then, pushing through the curtain with an air of self-confidence that Dean could practically smell, like he was on top of the fucking world and he wanted to make sure everyone knew it. He'd only given Dean the slightest glance, focusing his attention on Roman almost immediately, who smiled at him with that warm smile Dean might be growing to hate (especially if it's not directed towards him) and pushed off the wall, ambling over to Seth and throwing an arm over his shoulders.
They'd left Dean alone like that, walking down the hallway attached to each other in a way that made Dean sick. And when they were gone, when Dean was reeling with a whirlwind of unfamiliar and unwanted emotions, he'd shouted every curse he knew, kicked the wall until his shoes were scuffed and he was on the verge of breaking a toe or two.
Because Seth and Roman being so close, acting affectionate, makes him want to tear everything apart, makes him want to fuck up every single thing he can find until it's all as fucked up as he feels.
Because the sight of the two of them together shouldn't make him feel like he wants that, like he wants to know how it feels to be enveloped in them, like the only thing that's wrong about it is the fact that he isn't in the center.
And he fucking hates it. He fucking hates Seth Rollins and he fucking hates Roman Reigns and he fucking hates his fucked up, deluded brain.