i shall never get over this scene

BP Appreciation Week, Day Two: Favorite Scene

LIly Frankenstein, Penny Dreadful, Memento Mori

You tell me how. We flatter our men with our pain. We bow before them. We make ourselves dolls for their amusement. We lose our dignity in corsets and high shoes and gossip and the slavery of marriage! And our reward for this service? The back of the hand… the face turned to the pillow… the bloody, aching cunt as you force us onto your beds to take your fat, heaving bodies! You drag us into the alleys, my lad, and cram yourselves into our mouths for two bob when you’re not beating us senseless! When we’re not bloody from the eyes, and the mouth, and the ass and the cunt! Never again… will I kneel to any man. Now they shall kneel to me.

This scene… This scene was what ultimately set my standards for Penny Dreadful going into season three. It’s just so raw. This is years of pain in resentment in Brona building up and boiling over, and it’s gorgeous in a horrible, heartbreaking way. You even hear her accent slip and hear her go Irish for a minute as the emotions just get to be too much. Billie is absolutely amazing in this scene, and I still watch it on repeat when I find myself particularly missing the show.

Birthday Buddies

Originally posted by dadotnetofficial


Originally posted by elfbrose

Note: The main reason I wrote this, was because this past year, I learned that I share my birthday with the Lunatic Fringe. So, my mind wandered and I thought to myself, “Hey, why not write up a smutty fic where Dean and the reader are friends, and they share their birthday, and celebrate together?” So, this was the outcome.

Description: Dean Ambrose shares his birthday with the reader. He freaks out a bit, which is very unlike his general attitude where he doesn’t give a shit. He invites her over to his hotel room to spend time together and it gets pretty interesting.

Warnings: Smut, otherwise pretty sure there’s quite a bit of Fluff.

More Notes: Pretty sure I got a bit crazy with this one. The length is pretty long. I admit, I did most of the writing in here, but it never hurts to have the lovely talent and editing skills of my Smut Genius, @imagines–assemble.

People to Tag: @wwesmutdonedirtcheap @imaginingwwesuperstars @darlingkatrina @scarygoodfanfics

All aboard the fluffy smutty train!

You were new to the WWE, having just been called up to the main roster from NXT this past summer. A few months in, you’d gained the interest of none other than the Lunatic Fringe, Dean Ambrose. You two had become inseparable but don’t get it twisted now, you two were still unsure of the other.

The newest problem that had risen though was that you had began forming feelings for him in the romantic setting. You highly doubted that he’d ever see you in the same way so you just kept it to yourself. You had also become well aware that you happened to share your birthday with your unhinged friend.

Dean never told you his birthday but due to being friends with him, you were also around Roman Reigns, whom was a close friend of his. Roman had let it slip that Dean’s birthday was on December 7th when he was with you to which you had responded and told him it was yours too. You wandered from the locker room and passed Dean. You pounded your fist into his and he smirked.

Dean huffed after you left and he went to see Roman. Roman was visiting as he had a few days off from Raw, so he flew to see his friends on Smackdown. Ambrose knew that Reigns would be waiting in the locker room marked with Dean’s name. He smirked when he walked in and saw his Samoan friend sitting on the couch. “Well, hey Roman. What do I owe this pleasure?”

Roman laughed. “Really, man? We both know that your birthday is tomorrow. I thought we’d spend today together, guy time.” He chuckled.

Dean arched a brow. “Why today and not tomorrow? You usually suggest the day of my birthday, man.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared him down.

Reigns smirked and ran his hand through his hair. “I would, but after spilling this…I would assume that you’d try and spend your birthday with Y/n..” Dean tilted his head in confusion.

“Spilling wh-”

Roman cut him off. “Her birthday is also tomorrow.” He grinned as he saw the panic as well as eagerness fill the lunatic’s eyes.

“What!? How did you- when did you-” He tousled his hair wildly and crazily paced around the room as he tried to think straight. He paused in front of Roman and looked at him. “Alright, when did you learn this?”

“Literally just a few minutes ago.” He stated.

Dean groaned. “The fuck am I gonna do man!?” He started to get in a crazed state. When it came to you, he literally flipped his lid. If anyone tried hurt you, let alone touch you and he got wind of it? He’d whoop their ass without a second thought.

Roman laughed, seeing his friend like this was new to him, but that didn’t make it any less funny or amusing to the Samoan. He grabbed Dean’s shoulders firmly and stopped him. “Ambrose, you tell her how you feel.” Dean puffed out a breath and laughed before turning to see Y/n talking to his enemy, AJ Styles. That Southern snake happened to be flirting with her right outside the locker room. Roman grabbed him tightly and pulled him back, closing the locker room door quickly and stood with his back to the door as he looked at Dean. “Was that little scene enough to show you that you’ll lose her if you don’t tell her how you feel, man?” He grasped his friend’s shoulders, glaring at him.

Dean was shaking in anger and he nodded, growling. “Yes! Damnit! I get it now! You just…Look, we both know I am no fucking prince charming so, I guess I…” Roman cut him off with a devious grin.

“Is the Dean Ambrose asking his friend for help on getting a girl?” Dean growled, shoving Roman, so he took it as a yes. “Has Deano gone soft!?” He teased, only to get a firm punch to his chest and he grunted, watching Dean storm out of the locker room. “Hey, that’s no way to treat the man that’s gonna help you get your dream girl!” Roman yelled after him before he broke into a fit of laughter.

The Following Day…

You were still trying to think of a way to spend the day with Dean on his birthday but there was one problem. You were completely ignoring that it was your birthday too. Suddenly, your phone went off and it was a text from Dean, asking you to hang out back at his hotel room. He said to dress comfortable. You smiled brightly before nervously biting your lip. You hoped Dean would like your gift that you had already gotten him right after Roman told you about Dean’s birthday.

Dean was pacing nervously in his hotel room as he still hadn’t bought a gift for you. Roman sat on the bed, watching Dean pace. “Damnit Ambrose! Sit your ass down! You’re thinking too much!” Roman stuck his foot out as he was absent-mindedly pacing and soon enough Dean flew. He hit the floor as he tripped over the Samoan’s jutting leg with a groan.

“You fucker.” He grumbled as he slowly rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. Dean rest his hands on his stomach as he twiddled his thumbs in thought.

Reigns looked at Dean on the floor. “Damn, you got it bad for her.” he paused before an idea struck and he grinned, motioning to get Dean’s attention. “Well…her style is pretty damn close to yours…what if you got her something to signify that?” Dean looked at him in confusion before realization dawned on him. He got up quickly, tripping and running into the door. Quickly ripping the door open, Dean ran off without a second thought. Roman sat there, having a hard time believing that his unbreakable friend was head over heels for you.

Later That Night…

You were carrying your bag and you went to Dean’s room, knocking gently. You had dressed comfortably as told, wearing a pair of black sweats and a Dean “Unstable” Ambrose grey shirt.

Dean opened the door, letting you in and he took your bag and set it down. “Hey beautiful.” He said in his somewhat rasp of a voice. He noticed your shirt and you swore you saw a flash of light pink come to his cheeks but he quickly turned away. “So!” He exclaimed, clearing his throat.

You giggled, making your way over to your bag and taking out some movies with a grin. “If I recall correctly…we haven’t had a movie night in ages and I know we both need to relax. So shall we get this night started?”

Dean chuckled and took the movies from you and smirked. “I say we watch Never Back Down. I always love watching that movie…” He coughed, knowing his favorite part was the semi intimate part.

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You were only part of the way through the movie, munching on popcorn and candy, when the playful fight scene came on. Dean coughed softly, gingerly bouncing his leg as the girl on screen was straddling the guy before they kissed. You flushed deeply and bit your lip, curling up on one side of the couch.

Dean noticed this and sucked his own lip in between his teeth as he was imagining it being you two. Grunting softly, he covered it with another cough. You paused the movie and got up quickly, heading over to your bag. “So, I heard from a certain Samoan friend of ours that it is your birthday today…” You dug out a box and bit your lip nervously. Dean saw the box and his eyes grew wide.

“Y/n…You really didn’t have to get me nothin’…I mean, spending the night with you is enough of a gift for me.”

You flushed darkly and gazed into his eyes. “I wanted to…” You held the box out shyly.

Dean sighed, gazing into your eyes and he melted a bit. He took the box from you and opened it slowly. He paused, his eyes growing wide and brimming with happiness as he removed the leather jacket from the box. “H-how did you know that I needed a new one?” He asked softly, voice filled with disbelief.

You giggled. “I-I noticed when we hang out backstage at shows. The leather on the one you have now was looking pretty worn out so I-” You were caught off guard when you were suddenly brought into a tight hug. Feeling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, you hugged back.

“I love it, Y/n.. It’s perfect, just like…” He pulled away and gazed into your eyes, setting the jacket aside. He lifted his hands to caress your face. “It’s perfect, but not as perfect as you are…” You went to open your mouth, but were interrupted as he kissed your cheek. “Y/n…I know we’ve only been friends for a few months, but…” He took a deep breath. “I-I feel like I’m falling for-”

Before he could finish, you suddenly had courage fill you and you leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a deep kiss. It took him a while to respond, so you pulled away. Thinking you had taken it the wrong way, you bit your lip. “I-I’m so sor-” You began apologizing, only to be cut off by a pair of lips against yours suddenly. The kiss soon became heated as Dean pulled you onto his lap, having you straddle him.

Dean broke the kiss and went to your neck, nipping and kissing a trail down as he pulled back to gaze at your shirt. “I don’t usually give two shits about my merch on anyone, but on you…Let’s just say, I’m making sure I get you a piece of everything the shop has with my name on it.”

You laughed and licked his neck, causing him to groan. He grabbed your hips and pushed and pulled to help you grind against him. “Shit Y/n…I…I didn’t wanna rush this, but…” He grunted as he felt you scratch at his chest, he was only in a pair of sweats.

You bit your lip shyly. “Dean?”

He gazed at you. “Yeah Y/n?”

You rubbed his chest gently. “I-I…” You didn’t want to come out with the term “make love,” seeing as he only admitted to having feelings for you.

Dean noticed your nervousness and he picked you up, understanding what you were insinuating. Going to the bedroom and gently laying you down on the bed, Dean crawled over you and kissed you passionately before pausing briefly. “I know, baby…just relax. I got you…” You nodded, biting your lip as you felt him remove your shirt, kissing down your body slowly before coming to the waistband of the sweats. He tugged them off and leaned back to admire you. “My god…Y/n…You have no idea how long I’ve waited to see you like this…” He said as he rubbed his hands along your sides. “Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous, baby doll…”

You bit your lip and smirked as an idea came into your head before you pulled him in for a hungry kiss, eliciting a groan from him. You took his sign of weakness, grabbing him and turning you both over so you could straddle him. Grinding against him as you slowly broke the kiss, you tugged at his bottom lip as you parted. He was panting softly, grunting as you moved your hips against his in a torturous rhythm. “Shit…Never realized how amazing those hips of yours were, Y/n…” He bit his lip as he gazed up at you, his hair splayed out on the pillows and covering his face: A few strands stuck to his forehead as he was sweating already and you felt some pride in being the cause of that. He gripped your hips and growled softly as he helped you grind but you abruptly stopped, reaching behind you to undo the hooks on your bra. You let the straps slide down your arms.

You bit your lip as you looked down at him, finally removing your bra and tossing it aside. Dean let out an audible groan at the sight. Chewing on his bottom lip while he gazed at your breasts, his stare flickered to your eyes as if he was asking for permission. When you nodded, he shot up and wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, helping you grind against him as he kissed and sucked on your neck. Dean wanted to mark every inch of your body as his. He used his other hand to knead one of your breasts while kissing a trail down to your other breast. Taking the nipple in his mouth, he suckled on it roughly as his calloused hand worked the other breast.

You whimpered as you ground yourself against him, feeling his bulge growing. He groaned softly as he continued to tend to your breasts. He moved back, pulling you down roughly and kissing you hungrily, tongues fighting for dominance. Dean broke the kiss and growled. “Fuck…I need to taste you…”

You swallowed a moan as he moved you to lay down again and he trailed soft, tender kisses along your body. Getting to the waistband of your panties, he quickly looked up at you for permission. You gave a hasty nod and he tucked his thumbs under the sides, tugging them down and tossing them on the floor. He spread your legs, gently kissing and sucking at the insides of your thighs, leaving his mark as he gazed at your pussy. He saw the glistening slick in the light and groaned. “Fuck…Y-your pretty little pussy looks delicious, princess…” Whimpering in response to him, he grinned.

“Oh? Does my baby girl like when I talk dirty to her like this?” He chuckled when he saw you nod. He bit his lip as he spread your lips with his fingers, admiring how tight you were and the slick that coated you. “I’ve been dying to taste you…”

You whined and squirmed. “Then fucking taste me already, Dean!”

Ambrose chuckled, licking his lips and diving in, flattening his tongue in a slow lick. He groaned as he tasted you, losing control over himself. “Fuck…You taste so good, baby girl…I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way…” You gave a confused look and suddenly felt his rough, calloused hands splayed on your inner thighs, pushing them further apart. You felt him devour you, causing you to gasp and moan out rather loudly.

“Oh! F-Fuck…Dean!” He grinned as he continued to feast on your pussy, moaning softly as he tasted you. He took your clit in his mouth, sucking on the pleasure button of yours as he thrusted two fingers deep inside you, causing you to wail.

You reached down. Running your fingers through his hair you grasped handfuls of the strands and pulled as he continued. You gasped loudly as you felt a telling, well known knot forming in your stomach.

Dean felt your walls tighten around his fingers and grinned, gazing up at you and releasing your clit, breathing on it as he spoke to you. “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my fingers baby? How about I do you one better…” You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out and he licked them clean. He went back to his previous position with his hands on your inner thighs and dove right in. He heard you cry out in pleasure as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your heat. He thrusted his tongue in and wiggled it around wildly, causing you to squirm and fist his hair.

“Ahh! Deann!”

He groaned as he felt your walls spasm around his tongue and as he tasted your sweet essence. He lapped it all up as it came and then licked his lips as he gazed at you hungrily. You sank against the sheets, a quiet whine leaving you as your body was wracked with pleasure and you trembled when you came down from your high. Dean’s lips quirked as he caught sight of your blissful expression. He momentarily shimmied off the bed, to your chagrin, but he threw a small wink your way in assurance.

“Baby…You taste even better than I could’ve ever imagined…” He growled lowly and shoved his sweats down. Having them pool around his ankles, he stepped out of them and stalked towards the bed once more. You bit your lip as you saw he wasn’t even wearing any boxers underneath. He licked his lips as he fisted his cock, biting his lip as he thrusted into his fist. “Mmn…I need that sweet little pussy of yours…now…” he climbed into the bed, crawling over you as his eyes bore into yours.

“Please?” you pleaded, your fingers lacing in his hair and he groaned, placing one hand against your waist while the other lined him with your slick. “Dean, I need you…” you sighed, bucking against him and he groaned as your heat brushed the crown of his girth. His nails dug into your skin as his fingers curled into your waist but that was the furthest thing from your mind. Dean nodded, pressing his forehead to yours as he kept eye contact and slowly pushed past your folds. You both groaned, the feeling of him spreading and filling you was enough to coax a small orgasm out of you but for Dean…The mere fact of you surrounding him with your heat almost drove him over the edge.

“Holy fuck, Y/n…” he whispered, his bright eyes still linked with yours as your hands moved from his hair to travel across his shoulders. Splaying your fingers across his back, you whimpered.

“Oh my God, Dean…You feel so good…So deep…” you gasped when he slightly rolled his hips, inching in a little further and your eyes rolled. How could he do so little and still send you into a frenzy? How could he have you so completely and utterly unraveled?

“Shit, you feel fucking amazing…” he grunted, slowly moving once more and you sighed before your eyes closed. “Y/n, baby look at me…I need you to look at me…” Dean murmured, his forehead still pressed to yours and you moaned. Slowly forcing your eyes open, the intensity in his almost finished you then and there.

“Dean…”

“Y/n, you don’t know how long I’ve waited…” he mumbled, “How long I’ve wanted this…” his lips ghost against yours, making you sigh as he slowly pressed his hips against yours. You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as Dean pushed his head beside yours. His grip on your waist tightened as he gave a rougher thrust.

“Ah! S-shit…” you whimpered, not knowing where you ended and he began as your back arched with your walls squeezing down on him.

“Y-y/n…I wanted this to be special…Tonight is supposed to be about you, baby but I can’t…” he kissed your shoulder, raising his head so he could look at you once more. He breathed. “I dunno if I can hold back…”

“Then don’t…” you smiled, gently touching his cheek as he silently stared down at you. “Don’t hold back, Dean…Show me how badly you wanted this…Show me how badly you want me…”

Dean groaned, keeping you flush against him as he bit his lip. “Fuck, y/n…You dunno what you’re askin’ for…” he gasped when you squeezed on him again.

You noticed him still trying to hold back and smirked, pulling him down to nibble at his earlobe. “C’mon Dean…I wanna feel you pound my tight little pussy…I know you want to…”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he smirked, trailing his fingers up your side and you shivered when the tingle passed over you. He chuckled softly as he felt you shiver. “Does my baby girl really want me to let go…? I don’t wanna hurt her…”

You gave him a whine, your legs tightening around his waist as your fingers wove in his hair once more. “Dean please…” you pleaded. “Please, Daddy?”

Dean gaped, his eyes wide and you almost thought you’d gone too far. Dean chuckled softly, brushing your cheek. “Daddy, huh?” he grinned and you giggled in return with a nod. “Well now…” he raised your hips a little and rubbed your left thigh. “I hope you can take all that Daddy’s gonna give ya!”

You bit your lip as you saw his eyes darken, having caught a glimpse of him like this whenever he walked in on you changing and you now realized that his eyes darkened with want for you. He grinned deviously and pulled back only to quickly snap his hips flush against yours, causing you to cry out.

Dean licked his lips and shook his head to get the hair from covering his eyes as he marveled at you beneath him. He soon began a moderate pace, but was thrusting hard and deep. “Yeah…? You like how Daddy pounds this tight pussy, huh? You love how he fucks you into the mattress?” He growled with a rasp in his voice. He bit his lip, looking between where your hips met his and watching his cock disappear into your pussy as you took every inch of him. He groaned and grunted as he kept thrusting. “Fucking shit, Y/n…Your pretty little pussy is taking every inch of my cock and it’s amazing…Mmn…Yeah. Take it all, baby girl…” He gasped as he felt your walls tighten around him. “Fuck! Your pussy feels even better when it clamps down on me, baby…”

You gasped loudly and arched your back, only to have Dean press down against your body as he continued to thrust. “Mmn…Faster, Daddy…Please…” You begged and he growled as he began to pick up speed.

Ambrose licked his lips and then bit his lip hard, leaning back as he took in the sight of you writhing underneath him in pleasure. “Fuck…such a beautiful sight under me…” He groaned as he admired your body. You whimpered and gained some strength, to his surprise. Grabbing him, you pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, slowly sinking back down onto his length. He groaned and gazed up at you as you began to ride him. “O-oh fuck…I never thought this would ever happen…I-I only dreamt of it…” He laid his head back, moaning out as you continued and he kept his eyes on you while you rode him.

“Fuck…Y/n, you’re so beautiful…” He reached up and rubbed your cheek, using his other hand to rest on your hip. That hand was grasping your hip as he thrust up into you, making you whimper and your pussy clenched around him like a vise. “S-shit…Is my baby girl gonna come all over Daddy’s cock?”

You nodded and he grinned before sitting up and pressing you against his body. He rest your head against the crook of his neck and tangled his fingers in the hair on the back of your head. He used the other to grip your waist.

“Shit, Daddy!” you wailed, clenching on him once more and Dean hissed.

“Daddy’s gotcha…Just brace yourself, I don’t wanna hurt ya…” You were confused, then you felt his grasp tighten on those spots and he began to pound into you from under you. You cried out and screwed your eyes shut, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Biting down roughly, you caused him to groan in pleasure. “F-Fuck Y/n…”

You mumbled against his neck, but it was still audible to him. “G-gonna cum, Dean…” You let out a loud moan and threw your head back as you felt your orgasm hit you, hard.

Dean pulled out quickly and released on your stomach, panting heavily. “H-holy shit…That felt amazing, Y/n…” He got up slowly and went to get a towel. Dampening it with warm water, he came back to clean you off before cleaning himself.

He crawled into the bed, laying next to you, then there was pounding at the door and he groaned. “Go away!” He yelled. He leaned in and kissed you softly.

The pounding started again. “Ambrose! You better not have chickened out on giving her the shit you got her!” Roman yelled from the hallway outside the room.

Dean broke the kiss and his eyes grew wide. He had gotten so caught up in their love making that the gift had slipped his mind. “Oh! Shit! I forgot!” He got up and pulled on a pair of boxers quickly, running to the main room. “Thanks for remindin’ me, Roman!” He heard Reigns laughing in the hallway.

“No problem man! Just next time try to remember that my room is right next to yours, you fucking lunatic!” Dean was bent over, digging in his suitcase but he paused. Hearing Roman say that made him grin. Biting his lip, he heard you come out of the bedroom dressed in his shirt and a pair of shorts.

“H-He heard us..?” You asked, a bit flustered.

Dean chuckled softly, finally finding the gift he got for you. “Don’t worry, I’m sure that’s as far as he’s ever gonna get with my girl!” He yelled for Roman to hear.

Roman broke into a fit of laughter, using the key card Dean gave him to use to visit in the mornings. “Hey, I’m sure I could totally get further with her, Ambrose. Right baby girl?” Reigns winked at you, but was shocked when you gave him a smirk as you walked to Dean’s side and hugged him around the waist.

“Nope.” You said, popping the ‘p’.

Dean chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. Pulling you even closer, he kissed the top of your head and you smiled. He pulled you away and handed you the gift he’d gotten you. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, he rest his chin on your shoulder as he whispered, “I’ve never been too good with gettin’ gifts for other people, so I hope you like it…” He said softly.

You looked at Roman and he nodded, smiling softly at you. You giggled softly, opening the box and pulling out a Dean Ambrose shirt, a pair of black shorts that looked form fitting, a Dirty Deeds hoodie, and a leather jacket. “Y-you didn’t have to get me so much, Dean…” You whispered, biting your lip.

Dean shook his head. “I wanted to…Besides, I pulled a few strings and got them made custom for you.” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“But the shirt and hoodie are merch that the shop sells.”

He chuckled. “Turn them around.”

You were still confused, but shrugged. Picking up the Ambrose shirt you flipped it over to see the back, gasping softly when you saw the words, “His Psycho Princess” printed on it. You set it down on the bed and went to the shorts, on the front on one side was his logo, but on the back it said, “Psycho Ass”. You laughed and set them on the bed. Going to the hoodie you turned it over and smirked. It had the words, “His True Dirty Deed” printed on it. You got to the leather jacket and saw the “DA” symbol that was on some of his merch, on the left chest area of the jacket along with something else.Your own logo that was usually found on your merch on the chest area was on the right side. You looked at him and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Turn it over.” He said simply. You did as told, giggling when you saw the logos together like you’d see a couple of teenagers carve their names into a tree when in ‘love,’ with a heart circling them, and below it read, “The Lunatic Found his Psycho”.

You started to cry, tears forming in your eyes. You set the jacket down and turned around, gasping when you saw Dean holding a velvet lined box. He wasn’t kneeling so you knew better. You made your way to stand in front of him and he opened the box where it held within it a silver necklace that was shaped as a heart. It was also a locket, the front side of the heart had your logos on it like the leather jacket did, and written on the back it said, “His Princess”.

Dean saw the tears falling and became worried. “D-Do you not like them? S-Shit! I knew you wouldn’t like any of it, I just kn-” He started rambling but was cut off when you pressed your lips to his in a deep, passionate kiss. A groan released from the back of his throat as he held your waist gently. You broke the kiss gently and slowly rubbed his cheeks as he rest his forehead against yours.

You giggled softly. “Dean…I love everything you got me and…though we haven’t been friends for even a year yet…I feel like I…I think I’m falling in love with you…”

Dean bit his lip, searching your eyes for any sign that wasn’t sincere about what you said and all he found was sincerity. He pulled you closer. “Y/n…Will you be my girl?” He asked softly.

You nodded. “Yes, of course. I’d love to be your Psycho Princess.” He chuckled and smashed his lips against yours.

Roman noticed they must’ve forgotten that he was there, but he had a bright, wide smile on his face as he was leaving quietly, glad to see that two of his friends finally found love.