#ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ | ᴍʏ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴɢs sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ( ᴘᴏsᴛ ʏᴀ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ )

[infernalrampage]

tommy's worst enemy is his own big mouth. move on, find a nice fella. you deserve better than anything i can give you. he doesn't regret the sentiment, though seeing her heed his advice stings worse than he imagined. if bev found a good man, one that treated her nice, tommy could let her go. it'd still HURT LIKE HELL, but he can be a big man. her new beau, however ... tom is a fucking tool.

you can tell by his choice of nickname, but it's more than that. there's a light that's thoroughly absent from bev's eye, even compared to the LAST TIME that he saw her. if she's miserable, tommy can't walk away — even if she may never be his girl again.

"c'mon, bev. look me in the eye n' tell me you love that asshole," in a poor show of manners, tommy props his arm atop the table and leans on it. "what — what do you like about him? he don't seem like he treats you that NICE. that's what i don't like about him."

beverly stares back at tommy in pure disbelief when he starts to ramble about tom and his shortcomings something about that set her off and she presses her ruby lips together shaking her head. deep down, she knows she is bitter for him moving on and her being stuck there but tom had been the safest option at the time, she could not wait around forever and well, tommy had told her to move on like he was not worth anything to her and vice versa. beverly scoffs loudly and stares at him with a bright indignation shining in her green hues. " you don't get to judge him for picking up the pieces, he makes sure i am provided for. " beverly's tone is cold again and she stares at the male she still loves with everything in her. when he asks her to look him in the eyes her gaze drops slightly. " i like.. " beverly begins and then pauses realizing there was not a lot she did like about him, had she been blind? " he worries about me. " she decides not looking at tommy, a bit flustered.

@tommywllliams

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it's not every day that beverly got to be interviewed or even got to talk about the success that took the world by a storm. hell, it took herself by the storm. usually tom did these types of interviews but he was away in cancun for the weekend claiming he was doing interviews. she highly doubts that but refrains from allowing it to upset her. as far as she is concered this is her time to shine. the question is a loaded one and she stares back at the reporter, lois lane, was it? one of her favorite woman in the journalism industry. " honestly, i would say my persistence to keep up with the work but also create my own spin on things... " beverly answers honestly and openly staring at the woman. " and what is a woman without her husband? my husband was a darling... he invested in my company and dreams.. " beverly holds a believable smile knowing tom would hate for her not to push his ego up with this interview.

@infernalrampage​ liked for Lois Lane

“I’m going to cut to the chase, Ms Marsh,” she said as she started her recorder and readied her notepad. Lois wasn’t on for wasting time. “What would you say is the biggest factor to your success in the fashion industry?”

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@nklsdttr asked: " i don't bury hatchets , i sharpen them "

" i think that is the most productive way to deal with hurt and anger just turn it into power and come back stronger. " beverly gives a nod of approval giving the girl a firm smile. that is how she dealt with things her whole life if she were being honest with herself.

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@demurc​​ asked: Touch my muse : Valerie just gently leans against her mother’s side, enjoying the quiet of the moment.

the  quietness  was  something  beverly  was  working  on  with  valerie,  urging  her  to  speak  her  mind  more  and  not  be  burdened  by  giving  her  opinion.  she  wanted  her  daughter  to  grow  up  and  be  strong  and  learn  from  her  mistakes.  but  valerie  leaning  against  the  side  of  her  makes  her  smile  just  a  little  and  a  gentle  hand  moves  along  the  blonde  of  her  hair  stroking  softly.  beverly  could  not  describe  the  pride  she  felt  being  valerie’s  mom  and  how  they  seemed  to  learn  from  one  another,  it  was  incredible.  “  are  you  tired  or  do  you  just  need  a  moment?  “  words  are  spoken  gently  and  without  judgement. 

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" how is it you're never scared when the city is attacked? don't you have an investment to protect? " beverly blurts out suddenly working on some stitches for bruce's next tux for the gala in three days. she is wearing her glasses too wanting to be accurate. she is wearing black slacks and a white flowing shirt the air is full of professionalism but even beverly is not blind to a good looking man and bruce is good looking..... and yet she still does not know what to make of him.

@bruz3r ( beverly & bruce )

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" promise you'll say something if you need help? " beverly once callous and cruel and full of anger ( something they shared ) had turned into a weak person. or so she views it. where was her fire and passion? locked away with her husband, tom. who happened to be out of town now.... so she went off to see danny praying it did not somehow reach tom at the same time. she smiles a little at him remembering when they were just kids. somehow she knew they would be permanently stitched in time. " you never told me... how you've been, really? " she smiles awkwardly but with compassion too.

@ferociium ( beverly & danny )

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❛  calm down.  ❜

" calm down? " beverly looks at bruce like he lost his mind. because he truly did if he thinks he can contain her fire. though right now it was filled with anxiety at the impending doom she felt for a company she built up since she was nineteen. yet she did not expect bruce to remember all that.

" i am calm. " green eyes narrowing at him and she forces a breath to her lungs. the upset making her cheeks bloom red. " my designs were stolen, bruce! " she shouts loudly because she needed to, this betrayal somehow hurt worse than anything else.

@bruz3r

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@mrflayed asked: “Bev!? Where are you??”

the sound of his deep booming voice could be heard in the small room where she was in her office sewing on some sequins carefully to a dress, her concentration not broken as her husband runs up the stairs and she takes off her glasses leaning in to get a better angle on the fabric. the dress had to be perfect, new york fashion week was vastly approaching. when the door opens her head tilts to look up at tom leaning on the doorframe and her green eyes slightly narrow at the obnoxious instance of him BARRELING into their home but then they soften. " what is it, baby? "