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Mr. Min - Chapter 05

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 23,243

A/N: Eternal thanks to my number one cheerleader and motivator, @avveh, for constantly rooting for me even when I felt like banging my head on the keyboard.  Not to mention for beta reading this monster.  For anyone who can’t read this on the tumblr app I suggest checking out the AO3 link or opening it on a browser/computer.

Playlist - Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06

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Hot Blooded (M)

Originally posted by eatjin

Summary: As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 3.4k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

A/N: A continuation of sorts to Blue Blooded, as I was highly amused by Seokjin’s frustration with dresses as well as the revelation that the man has the strength to literally pick up Taehyung and toss him around (courtesy of an ISAC fancam).

Blue Blooded

As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status, the styling of your attire always a topic on the lips of the ladies that attend parties at the palace, and sometimes even some men. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

“Jin!” You chastise him when you hear the ripping of fabric as a part of your bodice tears, letting your dress loosen enough so that he can slip the garment completely off your body.

“Sorry,” he mutters against the skin of your neck, starting to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You sigh, not really sure how sorry he actually is, considering this is the third time this week this has happened.

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Follow the Dress

In a few promos, there are several clips of Claire wearing the same dress. I’ve pieced together what I think happens. 

I think this Episode 302, post Bree’s birth. Claire and Frank have a dinner party. Frank thinks they’re one happy family now that they have Bree. Everything will be grand! But slow your homemade dinner roll Frank. Claire’s not even in the same country as you. 

Just look at her just smiling at him, putting on a brave face.

But her face drops nonetheless, because she’s not where she’s supposed to be. This is Cait’s patented “Claire’s not really happy here, because she misses someone else and she’s hiding something” face. Deep in thought, hating her situation.

But Frank still thinks they’re getting back on track. He tries to get things cooking in the bedroom.

At some point, Claire has a vision of Jamie or maybe just thinks of him, pushes Frank off of her, and makes him stop. That’s why she’s buttoning up her dress here. 

Frank, in his rejection, tells her: “Claire when we’re together, I’m with you. But you’re with him.”

That’s right Frank. And you could never be him. Claire’s basically singing “Thinking of You” by Katy Perry in her head.

I’m so here for them ratcheting up the tension and this marriage crumbling. HERE FOR IT.

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Roman x Reader

Requested By @twilight-loveer

Part One


Shelly waved when Anna let you into the house, waiting politely while you took off your shoes and set the neatly in the porchway, following her up to her room as usual. After a few hours Roman came back with the boy who Letha and Shelly talked about, you could never remember his name, but he smiled and waved when you hurried to help Anna carry the drinks up.

 

“I thought you only came on a Wednesday.” Roan grunted and you blushed, recalling the last few times you’d come over, sharing award but thrilling moments with Roman who thought nothing more of it than a way to satisfy his boredom.

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Talk To Me

||| Requested by @adayinmydream and multiple anons |||


Part 1 (It’s not really that necessary to read it to understand what’s going on)


Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Reader

Summary: Your parents gave you up so you had no choice but to become his wife.

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff

Word count: 988

Originally posted by uminbean

“Don’t cry. I will take care of you better than your parents ever did.” he took the papers out of your hand after wiping your tears away and sat down on the opposite side of the table. He kept looking at you but you avoided making eye contact. 

“Talk to me.” but you didn’t say a word. He sighed and stood up. You followed his every move. He came up to you and gently lifted your chin, so your eyes would meet. You stared at each other for a few seconds when he kissed you out of the blue.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you shoved him away.

“What? Can’t a man kiss his wife?” he asked. “There is even that saying, what was it? You may now kiss the bride?”

You didn’t want to admit it but he was right, you were his wife now. You probably had a gloomy expression on your face so he sighed again and picked you up bridal style.

“Could you stop carrying me everywhere? I said I can walk on my own.”

“Why? I could get used to this, it gives me a very nice view when I look down.”

“Oh my God! How can he flirt in this situation, he can’t read the atmosphere at all.” you thought as he went out of the room.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked as he passed a door after door, his men’s eyes following you. He ignored your question and started humming, when you listened to it more closely it was the wedding march.

“Jongdae, don’t.”

“You’re no fun.” he laughed but didn’t stop. You tried to remember the way you came from but quickly lost track after so many turns. Just how big is this place? He took you up a few sets of stairs and you finally reached a big wooden door, he pushed it open with his feet and laid you down on the bed.

“This is where you will be staying for a while.” he said standing up.

“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to lock you in here. Maybe that way you will behave and won’t try to escape again.” he went to the door. “I will come check on you every once in a while.” he told you closing and locking them. 

“Yeah right.” you thought, there is no way you can sit still and do nothing. You checked the balcony door and to your surprise it wasn’t locked. You opened the window and looked around, you were on the third floor, so no way getting out through here. Maybe you should try the ventilation shaft in bathroom again, you found a note in the sink that said “You won’t fit in. I measured it.” Great. Just great. Well at least the bathroom is spacious, this whole room compared to what you saw before was really fancy. There was everything here that you could need, even a TV and a laptop. A laptop! You quickly turned it on, maybe you can contact someone but the internet access was restricted. Does he have a hacker with him or something, he really thought about everything. Your eyes stopped on the closet, you checked it out and it was full of clothes.

“I guess I should get changed, I have nothing better to do anyways and I have been wearing the same dress for at least two days.” you thought. “But first a shower.”

You took your time washing every inch of your body, the water was warm and soothing. After about two hours you finally came out. Jongdae was sitting on the bed and whistled to you.

“Well that’s a sight I would love to see every day.” you got all shy and quickly put the bathrobe on because the only thing you were wearing was your lingerie.

“What do you want?”

“To talk.”

“I have got nothing to say.”

“Well maybe now you don’t but I want you to get used to my company.”

He kept coming to see you a few times every single day. At first he only made small talk but eventually you started to enjoy his presence, it was nice to talk with someone even if you avoided saying too much. He was generally a very nice guy with a bright smile and a good sense of humour, he was about your age and you had no idea how would someone like him get into the mafia business. You were sure if he went to college or something, he would have girls falling for him left and right. Maybe if you two met under different circumstances you could have been friends but the situation you were in right now prevented you to look past that and open up to him. Before you knew it about a month has passed. One day, just out of curiosity you decided to try opening the room door and to your surprise it actually worked. Not waiting any longer you poked your head out but there was nobody in sight. You slowly stepped out and headed to the stairs. You found this strange but considered yourself lucky. You reached the second floor and froze when you saw Jongdae leaning on the railing.

“I didn’t forget to lock it, if that’s what you’re thinking.” he said, turning to you. “I actually stopped locking it after a few days.” he laughed.

You couldn’t believe it, you were stupid not to try opening them sooner.

“But you were a good girl and actually behaved, not that you would have been able to escape if you found this out sooner but I guess that’s a good start to our relationship.” he said standing up straight.

He brushed a strand of hair from your face behind your ear, making you blush to which he just chuckled.

“Come with me.” he said taking your hand. “We’re going to a party.”


~ Part 3 ~

A/N: Somehow I like this story myself, maybe I will make a part 3 or something someday…  ¯\_(ツ)_/ ¯

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Just your gals Kate McKinnon and Kristen Wiig, wearing the same dress. I mean I know we’re all still freaking out about that amazing SNL episode with Kristen Stewart (also because of the shirt sharing thing). But then I found this and it’s just the best! They both look gorgeous!!!!

for anyone who wants to know, these are the sketches (you can find them on YouTube)
Kate: Southern Ladies - aired 05/09/2015
Kristen: Timecrowave - aired 05/15/2010

Gifs are mine

Sebastian and Ciel as nana Osaki and Ren Honjo

So i  was searching for some official black butler art  on the net  and i found this one :

It’s an old one Drawn by Toboso sensei (you can see the copyright and signature)

  • First let’s focus on the way sebastian is dressed , all punk and dark with piercings and dark eyeliner .Also that necklace around his neck , with the letter R on it . Sounds like the one Ren wears all the time ! No it’s the same !!
  • just take a look. OK for those of you who haven’t watched Nana , Ren and Nana are a couple and that nicklace is a gift from her !
  • let’s compare Sebastian’s style in the pic with Ren’s shall we?

Notice any similarities ;) ?

  • ok move on to Ciel now , fist the jacket he was wearing is the exact same one nana was wearing on the official cover of this chapter

Not to mention the punkish style/ make up and the scottich styled skirt .

Another important detail , just look at the ring Ciel’s wearing it’s the same nana wears all the time

here are other pics of nana wearing the same ring and jacket 

  • Also as i mentionned before , Nana and Ren are romantically linked in both the manga and anime , and here she’s kissing Ren while wearing the same jacket

So what’s Yana implying here ? guess it’s rather obvious !

This is actually not the first time that yana has drawn sebastian and Ciel as a couple from other movies / mangas
This panel is from chater 8 and Ciel is wearing the same dress as christina Ricci from Sleepy hollow

  • Sebastian is also dressed like Johnny depp

Bonus: Jack and Rose from Titanic

This why i can’t wait for book of Atlantic

and this is why Yana is my favorite mangaka

If Taylor really is wearing the same dress she wore in 2013 when he groped her, then props to her for being brave enough to do so because that’s such a bold move to make, and honestly I hope this whole trial teaches him a lesson and puts him in his place

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Part 1

Despite the night before feeling like a dream, you knew that you’d wake up eventually. Your room seemed small to most, but you appreciated it in the morning. Especially when you thought about the stranger that you had danced with. Was it possible he could be seen with you and still be proud? He was different from anyone in the town, but you worried that your social status would affect how he sees you. You knew it would, so why not enjoy the night? 

The town was seemingly deserted as you walked through, fetching things for the household. Once you were almost finished, the crowd appeared and you wished that you woke up earlier. There was a much larger amount of people than usual, probably due to the festivities. You just kept your head down and focused on getting home. What you didn’t see was the majestic horses in the center of the crowd.

After spending the rest of the festival asking the King and Queen, Prince Thomas was granted the ability to visit some of the towns of the kingdom. He told his parents that he wanted to get to know the land, but his ulterior motive was to see if perhaps he was able to spot you again. A guard, Harrison, accompanied him to protect him, but he was more of a friend to Tom. He was slightly suspicious about Tom’s motives, but Harrison agreed to go with him.

Once the townspeople heard about the prince visiting, the congregation got rather congested.  Tom’s smile faded slightly when he didn’t see the beautiful lady he was dancing with immediately, but he reminded himself that it was only the first town. Tom turned to Harrison to comment that they should move on, but a great commotion distracted both of them.

You were getting away from the crowd when you ran into someone accidentally. Prepared to just apologize, you looked up to see the old lady from the day before. The one who said that your life would be changed drastically. “You?” you whispered. 

Her eyes sparkled mischievously just as they did yesterday. Suddenly, a burlap sack was thrown into your hands and she stated with absolute certainty, “I believe you lost this.” Before you could respond, the elderly woman walked into the crowd with ease and disappeared from sight. Immediately, you tried to follow her, but a stocky body moved suddenly, causing you to run into the man. The sack never left your hand, but you heard a metallic sound as it hit the ground with you.

The man you bumped into looked at you with a look of disgust. He obviously recognized you and spat, “Insolent child. Have you ever had even the slightest lesson about manners?” You stood up shakily with a bowed head. His meaty hand was on your shoulder, shoving you into the bustling crowd. You couldn’t stand properly since the moment you found stability, another person, trying to get closer, would shove you out of the way. 

Tom looked into the crowd and saw a woman getting pushed around. She kept trying to leave, but it seemed like she was rather disoriented. He took his foot out of the stirrup, but Harrison held his hand up and got off the horse. “I’ll handle this. Stay on the horse.” He approached the woman and the crowd stopped pushing in any way. You were breathing heavily and stayed on the ground to calm your racing heart. 

Approaching the first man you bumped into, Harrison asked respectfully, “Sir, might I ask why this woman was being pushed?” You didn’t look like a proper lady, but even servants were not usually manhandled in public by anyone besides their employers.

The man stood up straighter. “The orphan was in the way of the others and they were trying to shove the despicable thing away.”

Harrison glanced at you, still on the ground, not looking up. He returned his stare to the man and stated firmly, “Well, I see that she wishes to leave as well. Perhaps we should let her walk out.” He walked over to you and held his hand out. The crowd was holding its breath, wondering if anyone would tell the guard. The man cleared his throat, “Sir, she is believed to be illegitimate.” You bowed your head even lower at the mention. 

“Miss, let me help you up.” The town center became so quiet when the guard ignored what the man said. You finally looked up and took his hand to stand up. Seeing everyone staring at you with distasteful glances made you embarrassed that you were drawing so much attention. “Sorry, sir,” you said quickly before you quickly left for the house with the sack still in your hand.

“What was that about?” Tom asked curiously. He didn’t see the woman clearly and now that she was gone, the crowd was a rowdy as it was before.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” Harrison stated honestly, “A woman was trying to get out, but couldn’t find her way out of the crowd.” He glanced around the area before suggesting, “Perhaps we should move on.”

In the safety of your room, you looked through the sack that the old lady gave you. The only thing was a small circle of silver. Upon closer inspection, you could see it was a tiara for a princess, but judging by the size, it must have been a young girl. It felt weird holding something as exquisite and you thought about what the elderly woman told you. She said that you had lost it so you searched your memory for the tiara.

A vague memory of darkness and hands pulling at your hair resurfaced. You remember how you were told in the orphanage that it must have been a nightmare that you confused with a memory. You looked at the small circle of silver, thinking that, instead of pulling your hair, the hands were taking something off. 

A shrill bell went off, making you throw the tiara on your bed. Someone in the house needed you so you placed the item under the bed so no one would find it. It’s nice to dream, but real life was no place for such fanciful dreams of being a princess. Dancing with the handsome stranger was the only thing you thought about for the day and the forgotten tiara sat under your bed.

The day went by and you waited until the house was empty once more to put on the dress that you hid in your room. Wearing the same dress would show a low social status, but any social status was better than the one you possess. The mysterious driver didn’t answer any of your questions as he took you to the second night of the festival. 

The festival had started about an hour ago and Tom had almost given up hope that he would see you again. There was no sign of you in any of the towns he and Harrison visited and he started to believe that you might have been traveling and decided to stay for one night of the festival. Just as he decided it was pointless to look anymore, Tom noticed a flash of color that matched yours exactly. 

It was hard to navigate through the mass of people, but Tom was determined to find you. Finally, he saw you, seemingly lost in the crowd of people. A confident smile appeared on his face as he took your hand and stepped in front of you so you could see him. “I had thought that you might not be coming,” Tom admitted to the beautiful maiden before him.

Your eyes sparkled under the candlelight. “And miss such a social event?” you said with a smile, delighted to have found who she was looking for, “I wouldn’t dare.”

The two of you began where you ended the night before, dancing together for hours. Tom had thought about what he would have asked when he saw you again, but he enjoyed the conversation with you too much to ask questions and possibly ruin the ignorant bliss between the two of you. It was a romantic idea, but Tom reasoned that there was still another night. There was another day for telling you of his true lineage.

At least, that’s what he thought. Upon his father’s request, Harrison managed to find him and noticed that he was not wearing his cloak. Knowing how the King and Queen would react, he located the cloak so Tom would not be reprimanded. The prince was dancing with an unknown lady, yet Harrison still approached him. “Your Highness?”

Tom looked at his friend with wide eyes. Of course, he wasn’t aware of the secret he had just revealed. Why would the Crowned Prince hide his status around a woman if he wished to court her in any way. He felt you stiffen slightly and glanced at you with hopefully reassuring eyes. You looked terribly shocked. “Yes, Harrison?”

“The King and Queen request your presence.” He handed the cloak to Tom, who put it on reluctantly. 

“I will join you in a moment,” he stated. When the guard left the two of you, Tom looked at you, trying to gauge your feelings. Your eyes were wide at the revelation, so he interpreted how entirely shocked you were at the moment. He gently grabbed your hand, almost to make sure you won’t disappear as you did last night. “I understand your confusion,” Tom started, “I must excuse myself briefly.” He kissed your hand softly. “I’ll be back soon.” With that, he disappeared in the crowd so Harrison could lead him to his parents.

The discussion consisted of his parents reminding him to interact with the princesses that were invited. As they spoke about each, his mind wandered to you and how this might change everything. He wondered if you would even stay. Once the conversation ended, Tom hurried to where he left you. Like the night before, you vanished in thin air.

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Nct 127 + Hansol,Kun & Ten's reaction to seeing their s/o in a wedding dress

without Mark & Haechan

Request: Can you do a reaction when NCT 127 + Hansol , Ten and kun your boyfriends and saw you in your friend’s wedding dress ( i hope you understand me I can’t speak English well )

A/N: your english is perfectly fine !! this was fun to do , enjoy reading hehe ,, also i left the two younger members out of this because i felt like it’s still too young ?? haha i hope you don’t mind !!

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Taeil:

He’d blush instantly , as he can’t help but to think of what you’d look like in the future when you’re wearing a wedding dress too , but with/for him .

Would also probably secretly snap a few photos of you in the wedding dress , and stares at it at least twice a day because it can instantly bring a smile to his face .

how cute honestly

Originally posted by taesyong

Hansol:

Would be stunned by your beauty at first , unable to say a single word as he stared at you with his mouth agape - he couldn’t believe that he was together with someone so beautiful , and the thought of seeing you in a wedding dress one day with him as your groom , made him feel blessed and happy .

He’d compliment you after he comes out of his trance , probably also smiling to himself as the image of you in the dress will be etched in his mind forever .

“ You look … wonderful ”

“ Aw really ? Thanks baby ”

“ You’re so beautiful i love you so much ”

Originally posted by neoculturedaily

Johnny:

Had mentally prepared himself the day before you told him that you had to accompany your friend to choose her wedding dress , as he knows that he’d be stunned and enchanted by your beauty too . But as soon as you stepped out of the fitting room , he couldn’t stop himself , as he clapped his hands unknowingly , his eyes glued to you .

Would smile as he observed you walk around in the dress , then giggling as he let his thoughts run wild - imagining you wearing the same dress on your wedding day , as the both of you gave each other a peck on the lips .

Originally posted by woojaeibsul

Taeyong:

Would try to act all normal and ‘cool’ as he kept a straight face as you stepped out , but his smile and eyes showed otherwise , as he was lost in you and what you were wearing that made you even more beautiful . Can’t help but smile to himself , as he starts thinking about what they future may bring for the both of you , and importantly , how you’d look like on the wedding day .

Like Hansol , he’d compliment you too , and made sure you knew that you looked good .

“ This is prettiest scene i’ve ever seen in my entire life ”

“ Aw babe , why are you like this ”

“ It’s true though , you look so good .

Originally posted by taeyongd

Yuta:

Wouldn’t hesitate to show off his laughter/smiles and reaction as soon as he saw you , and would also shower you with compliments non stop , making you feel loved and blessed to have such a sweet boyfriend .

Would also lowkey hint to you about the future , as he can’t help but to think about it the more he stared at you in the wedding dress .

” Baby i’m sure you’ll look ever better than you are in ours next time “

” What ‘ours’ ? “

” Our wedding , of course “

Originally posted by chocosicheng

Kun:

Like Yuta , he’d smile instantly and compliment you , and would probably also suggest taking a photo of you in it , so that he could set it as his lockscreen , staring at your beauty every day . Would also immediately hug you and have you in his arms , as he gives you a sweet smile , telling and giving you sweet words .

” You look extremely stunning in this dress wow “

” i love you “

” i love you even more “

Originally posted by pourup

Doyoung:

Like Hansol, he’d be speechless and just stare at you in awe as you walked out of the fitting room , unable to take in the amount of beauty that was standing in front of him . But would smile to himself after , as he clapped his hands lightly and pat your head , complimenting you .

” you look great “

” as soon as you stepped out of the fitting room , my eyes never once left you , you’re too beautiful babe “

Originally posted by nakamotens

Ten:

Smiles brightly to himself and has his phone camera prepared to snap and spam pictures . Acts like a fanboy and would start jumping in his seat , clapping his hands like a seal as he took in every detail of how beautiful you look .

Would probably also post the pictures up on social media after , captions like ,

” can’t wait for the day i see her in a wedding dress , on our wedding 💜 “

” isn’t she just gorgeous ? “

Originally posted by pourup

Jaehyun:

A mix of Yuta and Taeyong . He’d giggle and smile to himself as he watched you try on the different wedding dresses , but also tries to keep a straight face in front of you , not wanting you to find out that he was fanboying and squealing on the inside .

But would still compliment you and give you small peck on the forehead , making sure that you were loved .

” i’m in love with an angel “

” aw jaehyun “

” you look great “

Originally posted by why-jaehyun

WinWin:

He didn’t expect you to look so good in the wedding dress , which explained why he was in shocked too , his eyes not leaving your body once as his mouth was wide open - it was hard for him to believe that one day you were going to be wearing another one of these , as he’d watch you walk down the aisle .

Compliments you , but does it in a cute manner , as he makes sure that you know that he loves you .

” hehe my baobei looks good today “

” really ? “

” of course , my princess “

Originally posted by nct-trash

For Better or Worse

Request: Hello! Can I have a Bruce Wayne x reader? Y/N and Bruce attend this charity ball thingy and lots of girls are all over Bruce making you feel self conscious? (You can write the rest the way you want too :) ) thank you!!!

Requested by: @thegreatfallout

Word Count: 1,355

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You had long ago accepted that gala events with the social elite would forever be a part of your life.  You didn’t particularly care for them, but the charitable contributions they garnered mostly made the experiences worth it. Tonight was different; tonight was for your charity work with one of Gotham’s women’s centers.  You were the one pressing your peers for donations in order to implement the advancement and support programs, which meant the tables had turned and you were now the one leaving your husband to wait around while you schmoozed everyone into prying their checkbooks open.

You were making your way back after this round of purposeful socializing when you spotted it.  The modelesque socialites had once again descended upon your husband in your brief absence, and heaven help him, you could see him trying to gracefully excuse himself from them.  This seemed to happen any time you two got separated at one of these events; it didn’t mean you liked it, it just meant you were unfortunately used to it.  You weren’t, however, used to some of those older society women, who had undoubtedly sent their daughters over to lure your husband, not hushing their voices when they made snide remarks about you and how unfit you were to carry the Wayne name as you walked passed them.

“I don’t know what he’s doing with that Bleeding Heart; all she does is spend his money on the sob story of the week.” You swore you could hear the eyeroll that accompanied the insult.

“I know! You’d think if she wanted to put his money to good use, she’d go under the knife to get everything fixed and actually look like someone worthy of a man like that,” one of the other women in the group added that really made you feel like that girl you were in high school who always seemed to be forgotten until it was time to ridicule someone.

One of the women, one who looked like she could still own a catwalk, took the opportunity to make a dig at you, ”One would think, and I don’t know how he can even stand to let her out of the house in that god awful dress she keeps wearing.  It shows too much of her back and went out of style at least four galas ago.”

“She’s clearly holding him back from what he deserves: a decent woman of good breeding, like my Elizabeth.”

You weren’t sure when you had stopped trying to get back over to Bruce, but now you felt stuck in place.  You could do nothing but listen to the snide comments about you appearance and ambitions as you watched gorgeous women throw themselves at your husband.  Without ever meaning to, you began to agree with the not so hushed whispers that you would never be good enough to be the one on Bruce Wayne’s arm.

You were drawn back out of your musings by the concerned approach of your son, on of those “Bleeding Heart Sob Stories” you spent Bruce’s money on.

“Ma, you look like you need a drink,” Jason offered in an attempt to distract you while he figured out what was bothering you.

“That won’t change anything,” you refused, shaking your head with the most defeated voice Jason had ever heard from you.  It surprised him even more when you turned around and left the ballroom without another room.

Your sudden departure caught Bruce’s attention as he was finally able to separate himself from the small crowd of women surrounding him.  Making his way to the hall and foyer outside the ballroom, Bruce had no trouble seeing that you were now barely holding yourself together.  You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts to realize Bruce had guided you into an empty room until you heard the lock click and found yourself face to face with a very concerned looking husband.

One of the reasons you and Bruce worked so well together was that not only were you both creatures of defense mechanisms to push others away, but also that you both looked right through it every time.  Bruce was one to push everyone away by closing himself off and brooding; you knew just the right amount of space to give him and just how to project his own needs back to him through you.  However, you were one to push people away through anger, especially when you were made to feel like less than enough.  As hard as it may be, Bruce took the anger head on without taking it to heart - you were only trying to protect yourself from hurting more than you already were.

“What’s going on with you tonight?” He tried to ask, but was met with silence.  The World’s Greatest Detective shouldn’t have asked a question he didn’t already know the answer to, especially when it came to his wife and hurt feelings.  Bruce thought back to the ballroom in an effort to piece together what had changed your mood so suddenly.  After a moment of thought, Bruce tried again, “You don’t need to be jealous, sweetheart, I want those women around me even less than you do.”

Knowing that Bruce thought that this was only jealousy only made you more upset, and as soon as he the statement left his lips, he could see that clear as day.  For such an intelligent man, he sure could be dense.

“Well you should,” you venomously spat at him, earning another confused look from Bruce. “They’re all perfect for you! Tall, pretty, good breeding, modelesque society women,” you continued with tears brimming your eyes, “Not the working class, short, keeps wearing the same dress because it’s comfy with no zipper to fight with and is apparently the only design to realize that hips are a thing, and spends your money on sobs stories mess that I am!”

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t stop it; the floodgates had opened and the tears were going to fall whether you liked it or not.  Bruce realized just how much you were hurting when you threw your hands up to block him as he tried to pull you in for a comforting hug.  As you lowered your hands to wrap around yourself, he settled for the next best physical comfort he could think to offer you.

“No, you’re perfect for me,” Bruce argued. “Their smiles don’t even reach their eyes, let alone their whole bodies like yours does.  They only think of themselves, when in the same position you always put everybody else before yourself.

“You’re perfect for me because you love with your whole being, not with your wallet,” he paused to collect himself. “You see through the masks and you love me despite my flaws-”

“Because of your flaws,” you interrupted, unwrapping your arms from yourself and stepping into Bruce’s fallen arms.  You leaned your head against his chest and tilted your head to look up at your husband, clarifying, “I love you because of your flaws, not in spite of them.  They’re part of what makes you ‘you,’ so I love you because of your flaws.”

“Fine, you love me because of my flaws,” Bruce conceded with a chuckle. “And I love you because of any flaw that you think you have.  That’s why, my beautiful in every imaginable way wife, I always choose you to be the one at my side.”

You were both content to stay like that - wrapped up in each other’s arms, gently swaying to the muffled sounds of the music from the ballroom - for the rest of the gala, until you could go home and get wrapped up together all over again.

You didn’t have to be that ridiculed, insecure girl you were in high school again, but you didn’t have to completely lever her behind and forgotten either.  It was those flaws and experiences that led you here today - happy, fulfilled, loved and in love, and making a difference to help people.

For better or worse, flaws and all you and Bruce were in it together for the long haul.

anonymous asked:

all this wedding talk has me thinking about what kinds of wedding dresses lesbian v+y would wear!!!!! or do you think they would wear suits? or one of each for the two ceremonies? aaaaaahhhhhh

Listen. Listen. Viktoria is a Useless Lesbian but she is also the definition of Get You A Girl Who Can Do Both. 

She and Yuri want to have both a traditional Russian Orthodox wedding and a Japanese Shinto-Christian hybrid wedding. Well, okay, mostly Viktoria wants this but Yuri plays along because she knows that Viktoria’s Orthodoxy is important to her and that it would make her parents Very Happy to see her in a white kimono. She’s happy to do it for the people she loves even though she would probably be just as happy getting married in the clerk’s office with the next people in line acting as their witnesses. 

So the Russian wedding is the aformentioned Big Fat Russian Wedding. Viktoria wears an A-line ballgown with a cathedral-length train and veil, sweetheart neckline and full-length lace sleeves with finger loops. Yuri’s favorite picture of Viktoria in this dress is a picture of her standing in front of a row of prayer candles, head tilted down with the long line of her neck leading into the sweet lace of her dress, train swirled around her. It took the combined efforts of Chris and Phichit to get the train just right, and for most of the pictures Viktoria stayed in one place and everyone else just kind of traded places around her.

(For this wedding, Yuri wears a less ornate but no less beautiful all-lace empire waisted gown with full-length butterfly sleeves and royal blue detailing on the hem matching the lacing on her veil.)

On the other hand, for the Hasetsu wedding–Yuri’s mother has been praying for this day since Yuri was born. By the time Yuri came along, Hiroko had already accepted nine-year-old Mari for the beautiful and strong asexual aromantic she would someday grow up to be, but Yuri has been so wonderfully and desperately romantic all her life. Hiroko has been pining for wedding bells since the moment Yuri’s eyes met Viktoria Nikiforova’s through the screen of their television and gasped so loud that people from two rooms over came running to see what had happened. 

The second Hiroko is informed that Yuri and Viktoria are to be married, Hiroko takes Yuri with her to Fukuoka and has a Kimono designed for her. She burns the receipt so Yuri can’t somehow figure out how much it costs and reconstitute into a wailing puddle of goo. 

It, like her wedding dress, has royal blue detailing in the form of beautiful blooming flower patterns. The combination of blue and white makes Yuri wonder what her mother thinks she and Viktoria did on their wedding night after the ceremony in Russia (Or, for that matter, in all those hotel rooms during the figure skating season), but she isn’t going to ask. 

Viktoria, however; Yuri was half-expecting Viktoria to wear the same wedding dress again, which Yuri would have been fine with. She enjoyed everything about it the first time Viktoria wore it–even all the shuffling she had to do to avoid stepping on the train, and especially the part where she got to help Viktoria pile it up onto her butt in a bustle and groped her new wife in the backseat of a limo for twenty minutes.

However, on the day of, Viktoria meets Yuri outside Yu-Topia to walk to the shrine in an impeccably-tailored tuxedo with tails and a black bowtie and a pair of sky-high Louboutin pumps. Vikoria is almost six foot barefoot, so wearing shoes that tall is rare for her, but Yuri, who’s tottering along in slippers and well over twenty pounds of fabric while having horror-visions of her pure white headdress falling off her hair and into the dirt, feels her mouth go dry. Other parts of her anatomy are far from dry, but that’s neither here nor there. Viktoria’s hair is all combed over to one side, in a hairdo that’s somehow both delicate and masculine at the same time.

They meet halfway and Hiroko, thankfully, catches on video the moment both of them whisper, “Wow,” at the same time.