for the fic thing: what did you just say?

corseque:

(modern AU, based on all those interviews about how you can’t stop the true love between Adam Driver and every dog he meets)

The tall, dark man in the tailored suit freezes, and then turns, with a stiff, glacial deliberation that signals that he is being horrifically inconvenienced. Only then does he deign to look at her, taking in her worn t-shirt and store rack jeans with a single glance that rakes her from head to foot. “What did you just say?”

She feels her face flushing with pure fury. It’s one thing to be used to getting his own way, it’s another thing entirely to pretend like he can’t hear. What an absolute prick.

“He’s not for sale,” she repeats firmly. Calmly. She isn’t screaming yet, and frankly, she deserves chocolate for her restraint.

The man adjusts Beebee in his arm and scratches him behind the ears. Her dog eats it up, kicking his little back leg while his tongue lolls out of his mouth. What a traitor.

Weiterlesen