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or harcourt sending you on a mission and asks if you’re bringing adrian along and there he is, popping out of now where, “well yea, she brings me along everywhere!”

or you tell ads about your weekend plans and she says, “with adrian right?” and again, suddenly he’s right behind you like, “duh! we spend every weekend together!”

or showing up to an 11th street kids party and when you knock on the door and chris answers he immediately scoffs, saying “wow i thought you’d show up with—“ and is immediately cut off by adrian yelling his name as he runs up the stairs of the porch, approaching the front door. “yea he was grabbing the beer out of the car,” you smile up at chris and he just rolls his eyes but smiles back.

or economos calling you instead of even bothering to call adrian. you’re both needed at checkmate and when you pick up he tells you, “hey you and adrian need to come in right now.” “how did you know i’m with adrian?” “what do you mean how did i know? he’s literally always with you. it’s like he would die from separation anxiety if he was away from you for more than like, an hour.” “that’s not true! we don’t spend that much time together.” “oh yeah? hasn’t he spent the night at your house for like, the past week?” “that’s only because we have a mario kart tournament going!” adrian pipes up from where he’s sitting right next you, listening to the whole conversation. john scoffs and shakes his head and just tells you two to hurry up and get to work. and of course no one is surprised when you show up together in adrian’s sebring, you haven’t driven yourself to work in weeks.

or bordeaux seeing adrian walk in with two drinks and she doesn’t even have to ask who the second one is for. he sprints by her making a bee line to your desk like he’s late to see you, like he can’t handle another second not being next to you. he plops down on top of your desk and hands the drink over to you and you take it with a smile and a “aw you always remember my drink order!” beaming over at him.

Bruce Wayne loves to call you his wife.

“My wife”. His wife. You. His.

Those two words just taste too sweet in his mouth and roll perfectly on his tongue. 

He uses that term on those cozy mornings, when his body still aches, the sunlight is barely welcomed into the room, and your naked bodies are touching. The word “wife” comes out of his mouth like a sigh, like a secret poorly kept, right above your lips. Because it is not a secret that Bruce is devoted to you entirely; everyone knows, but there are people who simply choose to ignore it.

That’s Bruce’s favorite moment to call you his—whenever someone seems to not understand the term “his wife”.

It usually happens in galas. Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, forever the best dressed, will always talk to everyone in the room. Bruce will be the one greeting new people while you will be starting simple conversations with the ones you had already met in previous galas.

Most people know their place—Mrs. Wayne is clearly off the market—but there is always at least one man who tries to shoot his shot. And Bruce Wayne always notices.

He notices when the man steps closer and invades your personal space. Not close enough for you to feel his breath, but at an uncomfortable distance that is considered inappropriate. 

You’re never a damsel in distress; you know how to deal with people and you’re quick to remind them of their place. But, for your husband, this is the best part of the night, so you let him mark his territory.

He walks towards you and the man, positioning himself to your left, and his right hand lands in your lower back. Bruce’s smile is somehow arrogant, full of pride and satisfaction. And it is in that moment when he finally gets to say his favourite words.

“I’ve seen you’ve finally met my wife.”

Bruce’s voice is polite and professional, but the word “wife” in particular is territorial, and your husband uses it like a trophy. 

Yes, he is the lucky one to have you and be married to you. And you could fall to your knees right in that moment, but you stay there, with a satisfied smile, enjoying your husband's touch and watching how the man apologizes and moves on to another person. 

You love being Bruce Wayne’s wife and he loves it even more.

A/N: Tomorrow I have my very last exam and I need to pass, so wish me luck. Follow for more :3

Lewis: its easy to be negative about people... I think its worse when its a driver that knows how hard it is in this field.... and they dont even have the success that I have

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Nico to Villeneuve: he was speaking to you. He said he hates when ex-drivers criticise him who've not had his success 😗✌️