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@scmcnymuses
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I just want you all to know that @nogoodnessimproveme will randomly start making movies up/fancasting them and she comes up with the best worst shit ever
Guys.
@nogoodnessimproveme forgot my middle name
I KNOW HERS
And she canât remember mine. This is so cruel
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Belle glanced up at him for a moment, wondering what exactly he was thinking when he was initially silent, but she didnât ask. He probably had so much going through his mind at the moment, and she didnât particularly envy that. God only knew how her mind had raced when she found out herself.
âI donât have the energy to explain to you how wrong you are,â she replied. âThe ânaughtyâ ones were especially awful, and you took too much enjoyment in reading them.â She had spent that whole time blushing and laughing, simultaneously trying to get him to stop and wondering how people came up with those things.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked up with a small smile on her lips. âI think sheâll have both parents to thank for her assured future brilliance,â she replied. She hesitated, but reached out to give his hand a gentle squeeze. She had missed such casual touches with him, and everything else. The feeling of his hand in hers was still so familiar.
She wanted to say something, but nothing really felt right. There were no apologies she could give that would be good enough, and nothing she could say to make what was about to go down any simpler.
Adam couldnât help himself, and his lips quickly found her knuckles as she gave his hand a squeeze. âThat will be one of the things we discuss then later. The merits of filthy limericks.â
He would also remind himself of that in a few minutes. A quick glance out the tinted window made it clear that they were pulling through the security gates of the royal residence.
Adam only hoped that once he finished this nightmare that perhaps he and Belle could pickup where they left off. Maybe it wasnât realistic, but all he could think about was how eager he was to bury his face in her hair and press his forehead against her own.
âIâll make this quick,â he promised as the car came to a stop. âI donât want to be in there any longer than needed.â And he didnât want to leave Belle and their daughter alone in what amounted to enemy territory.
Her smile grew at the familiar gesture, and she gave a disbelieving laugh at his claim. âYou will lose any argument on the subject, and thereâs no way to convince me there are any merits at all. Especially to the filthy ones. Youâre delusional.â Later. They would still be able to talk later, despite what he was going to do now.
She focused on that sentence, because it was all she needed. She doubted that his father would trim m try anything drastic now, but she still didnât want to just let him go and do this. She felt like a coward for it, and wanted nothing more than to tell him to just have the car drive off, and they could leave together.
Belle paused, glancing between him, Catherine, and the residence they had finally reached. She tried to keep her face even, but she didnât doubt that her work was evident in her expression as she thought about what was going to come next.
She didnât let herself think about it before she leaned forward, over the car seat between them, and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his lips. âPlease be careful,â she breathed when she pulled back, meeting his eyes, reaching up to brush his hair back. âIâll be waiting for you.â Counting the seconds until he came back.
scmcnymusesâ:
Sticking her tongue out at him would be childish, right? She didnât do it, as much as she might want to, and she let him get to work at making the coffee, even if it annoyed her that he did it with such ease. âWell, Iâd rather you not have a caffeine-induced heart attack while itâs just us here, so maybe pace yourself if youâre gonna go for ten,â she remarked.
It was her turn to lean against the counter, and she paused a second when he knew how she liked. âUh, yeah. Thanks,â she said after a moment of watching him.
She was glad that she had left her suit jacket at her desk, because she was starting to feel ridiculously overheated. She tried to subtly tug at her collar where it felt suddenly too tight, hoping he was too focused on the coffee to notice.
âTen is on the light side for this office and we both know that,â Adam countered easily.
He stole a quick look at her as he set her mug to the side and felt something in his chest tighten at the fact that she was turning a lovely shade of pink. It also tightenedâŚ. other things⌠but he was trying to ignore that for the sake of not becoming the office predator.
âThere you go,â He muttered as he began to make his own coffee.
It really wasnât fair, how that one god damn business trip changed their dynamic so drastically. Adam would give a kidney for her to be inciting solely rage in him again. Would they just have to keep dancing around each other until one of them dropped dead of either exhaustion or the aforementioned caffeine-induced heart attack?
âAh, but how many cups is that on top of that youâve already had today?â she said, and clamped her mouth shut when it came out as much more teasing and much less judgmental than she had intended
âThanks,â she repeated, reaching to take the mug from where he set it, and missing his look at her. The steam curled from it, and she turned to leave the kitchen, and this horribly awkward conversation behind. But she stopped and looked back at him, ignoring that her face still felt too hot.
Was she really going to do this all because of one bad decision they made?
âI -â She paused, wondering if she should bother with it, or just go back to her desk and pretend a part of her didnât⌠really like the fact that he knew how she took her coffee. But she stopped, rocking back on her heels for a moment. âI have a case that Iâm⌠I could use another set of eyes on it, if you have any free time between all of those cups of coffee, that is.â

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@nogoodnessimproveme is canceled
@nogoodnessimproveme give me replies. There. Now weâre in my home
Can you guys believe @nogoodnessimproveme bullied me into caring about my health by repeatedly calling me a big dummy but refuses to reply to me on here
How rude
I am
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nogoodnessimprovemeâ:
âFor your information, Iâm standing here watching you attempt to make coffee as I also need a cup or ten to get through the pile of work I have as well.â Adam replied, easily popping the top of the Keurig and placing the pod she had set aside in. Even without looking at it he knew it was a vanilla latte.
He was angry that he knew that.
He was also angry at the fact something stirred in him when she crooked that eyebrow.
âTwo sugar?â Again, being a creep knowing her order to a tee. Maybe he should just go home and hug a bottle of vodka to try and get to sleep.
Sticking her tongue out at him would be childish, right? She didnât do it, as much as she might want to, and she let him get to work at making the coffee, even if it annoyed her that he did it with such ease. âWell, Iâd rather you not have a caffeine-induced heart attack while itâs just us here, so maybe pace yourself if youâre gonna go for ten,â she remarked.
It was her turn to lean against the counter, and she paused a second when he knew how she liked. âUh, yeah. Thanks,â she said after a moment of watching him.
She was glad that she had left her suit jacket at her desk, because she was starting to feel ridiculously overheated. She tried to subtly tug at her collar where it felt suddenly too tight, hoping he was too focused on the coffee to notice.

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âWhat, you think you are the only person who works around here?â Adam retorted. âIâve been working late the past couple of weeks. Happens.â And he couldnât stand lying in bed alone - before, he would just get off work and go find someone at a bar or maybe a quick tindr date. But God Damn Chicago.
It just wasnât the same after that.
How was it the petite brunette currently at war with a Keurig not only made his work life difficult after one drunken night, but now he couldnât even get more than a few hours of sleep thanks to said evening.Â
âDo you want help?â He asked, sure she would refuse. Even were he not the one offering, she was stubborn to a fault. Belle would rather run on fumes than have admit to anyone she couldnât figure out the Keurig on her own.
âAlright, let me adjust my question; donât you have anything better to do than stand there and watch somebody try and make a cup of coffee?â She turned to briefly raise an eyebrow at him, and then returned to the Keurig - or tried to.
All his presence did was make her think of Chicago - and not with disgust, like she should. She thought of it all, and how good it had felt to wake up with him - in the moments before she realized what exactly they had done.
She couldnât blame alcohol for that.
âI am perfectly capable of getting this - this stupid thing to work on my own, thank you,â she said, immediately, still trying to get it to work. Her jaw clenched, and after a moment, she dropped her hands from it, stepping back with an annoyed sigh. âFine. But only because I donât need you staring over my shoulder.â
âThere once was a man from NantucketâŚ.â
"If you even try to finish that in front of our daughter, I will find very unpleasant ways for your mouth to become otherwise occupied."
nogoodnessimprovemeâ:
When Belle playfully mentioned her desperation for sleep driving her to rhymes, all Adam could think on was how he should have been there. How if he had held their daughter and soothed her to sleep Belle could have gotten rest.
He was going to kill his father.
âLimericks, especially the naughty ones, are the height of literature Belle.â Adam had made that exact argument then, and later when he playfully brought it up he would proceed to recite some of the filthier ones just to see her smile.
âSheâll be brilliant then. Just like you.â He wanted to touch her - both of them. To root himself in this world and realize that this was real. He had never understood when women would gush over the scent of a babies head - but looking at his own child the urge was overwhelming.
That was the desire Adam would hold onto as a small ember in his chest as he dealt with his father. This need to touch the downy hair and peachy cheeks of his child and get to know the magnificent women she would become.
Belle glanced up at him for a moment, wondering what exactly he was thinking when he was initially silent, but she didnât ask. He probably had so much going through his mind at the moment, and she didnât particularly envy that. God only knew how her mind had raced when she found out herself.
âI donât have the energy to explain to you how wrong you are,â she replied. âThe ânaughtyâ ones were especially awful, and you took too much enjoyment in reading them.â She had spent that whole time blushing and laughing, simultaneously trying to get him to stop and wondering how people came up with those things.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked up with a small smile on her lips. âI think sheâll have both parents to thank for her assured future brilliance,â she replied. She hesitated, but reached out to give his hand a gentle squeeze. She had missed such casual touches with him, and everything else. The feeling of his hand in hers was still so familiar.
She wanted to say something, but nothing really felt right. There were no apologies she could give that would be good enough, and nothing she could say to make what was about to go down any simpler.
im here to cyberbully @scmcnymuses because she said she didnt want to get on to post but i like making her life hard
âWhat are you still doing here Leroux,â Adam said, leaning against the break room counter as Belle fidgeted with the Keurig. âI thought you had a hot date tonight.â
God, that made him sound like a creep. Adam yanked on the tie he had already loosened ten times that evening, suddenly feeling a flush along his neck. âNot that I was paying attention or anything. Just heard Betty mention it earlier.â Real smooth.
First, the trip to Chicago. Now this. He was never going to make partner if she ended up getting him labeled as some sort of predator. Things were so much easier when they were trying to kill each other.
Belle didn't look up when she heard the voice, trying to get the Keurig to work. She just wanted a cup of coffee, but the stupid thing always fought her. But when she realized who the voice belonged to, she did scowl and look up.
"Maybe I did. Maybe I don't. What I definitely have is case work I need to do," she replied, noticing him tugging on his tie. She had had a blind date, set up by Betty, but when she had spotted the creep who had been trying to date her for years and wouldn't take a no, dressed the way her date was supposed to be.
So she had turned on her heel returned to the office instead of going home, which she now regretted. She hated being in the same room with Adam now. Neither of them mentioned Chicago, but it wasnât easy to forget for a multitude of reasons. "Why are you still here? Don't have anything better to do?"
Iâm here to say @nogoodnessimproveme is trash.
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@nogoodnessimproveme is making me angry about ranch
She would like me to add sheâs not the one eating it
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