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psychokinetic-ectoplasm · 5 months ago

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Could you do a Moe Green fic with a new show runner who actually likes him and stick ups for him when the other TV hosts are being mean to him. Or maybe something with a fake dating scenario where the other TV hosts don't believe he is married or something (in this he isn't) but his friend or another host pretends to be his partner and they start to like one another.

Hey, anon! So, I kinda did a mishmash of the two scenarios you provided for this. And I wasn't sure how far you wanted things to go, so I kept it SFW. I hope you enjoy!

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Something to Talk About

You watched from across the break room as Floyd and Earl teased Moe. Johnny was sitting nearby, but he, too, was just watching, looking back and forth between the news anchors and Moe like he was watching a tennis match. You couldn't hear what was being said, but from the look on Moe's face, it wasn't good.

You'd liked Moe for a while and considered him a friend, but both of you had been too chicken to actually do something about your mutual attraction. So you stuck to admiring him and pining for him from afar. But what you wouldn’t do to change that, even if it was just to save him from his coworkers being mean to him. It would mean more to you, but just in case Moe didn’t feel the same, you’d have an out.

You slowly moved closer, as nonchalantly as possible, acting like you were invested in your coffee and thinking about getting another cup from the machine next to Johnny. That put you close enough to actually hear what was being said.

“You bringing your wife?” Earl asked Floyd.

“Yeah, of course. You bringing your girlfriend?”

Earl smirked. “Yeah, of course,” he echoed, then looked at Moe. “Guess that means you'll be all alone, Green.”

“As usual,” Floyd added, the jab making Moe flinch.

“Oh, well…” Moe began.

You always hated it when they spoke to him like this, and now you decided it was time to do something about it. You moved without thinking, quickly stepping up to him, kissing him on the cheek, and slipping your hand into his.

“What do you mean he'd be alone? Why would he leave his girlfriend behind?” you asked, leaning into his side.

Moe turned his head sharply to look at you, his mouth hanging open in shock. When you looked at him, he swallowed hard. He'd also broken out into a sweat.

Floyd and Earl looked at each other.

“Girlfriend?” Floyd asked. “Since when?”

“It’s none of your business, Robertson,” you retorted. “Aren’t you and Camembert due on set soon to give a news update?”

The two men glanced at each other. “Uh, yeah, boss,” Earl answered.

“Sorry, boss,” Floyd added before hurrying off, with Johnny following shortly after, probably realizing you might turn on him next.

You waited until they left before turning your attention to Moe, who was still looking at you. Now that your attention was on him, he swallowed hard. “You okay, Moe?”

He nodded, glancing down at your hand still holding his. You gave it a squeeze before letting go. Moe took a breath at that point as if he’d been holding it the whole time.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Moe said, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to dab his forehead. “It’s just… Why did you say that?”

“That I’m your girlfriend?” He nodded, not quite able to look at you. “Would… Would that be so bad?” you asked quietly, hopefully.

Moe stared at you, his mouth opening and closing a few times like he wasn’t sure what to say, but he was smiling faintly. “Um… N-no. I suppose not.”

“I would like to know what I just agreed to go to, though,” you said with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Oh, it's the annual station party. It's been planned since before you got here. Back when I was still running things… It’s tomorrow night.”

“Do you want to go together? Give ‘em something to talk about?” you asked, nudging his arm with yours.

Moe nodded. “Yeah. Unless… You don’t want to go! I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I mean, you certainly don’t have to go with me.”

You took his hand again, smiling softly at him. “I’m the one who brought it up in the first place. Seriously, Moe, if it would get them off your back, I’d be happy to help.” More than happy.

His shoulders dropped just a bit, and he wouldn’t make eye contact with you again, but he nodded. The sudden drop in mood made you frown and wonder if you’d said something wrong. “Sure. You want me to, um… pick you up?”

“I’d love that.” You glanced over your shoulder at the clock on the wall. “I’ve got to go now, but I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, see you.”

You left him feeling a little conflicted. You were excited about this fake date — which you hoped would turn out to be an actual date — but there was definitely something off about Moe’s mood. He’d seemed okay until the very end.

Well, there was nothing you could do about it now. Tomorrow night, you’d make sure he realized that you wanted this and wanted him. You wanted to be his girlfriend for real if he’d have you. You just hoped the party would help make that change.

***

Unfortunately, things didn’t improve much by the time you got to the party. Moe held your hand, but he seemed to be making a point to avoid looking at you. It hurt. You thought maybe you’d read him wrong, that he wasn’t interested in you like you thought he might have been.

Moe stuck by your side, though. He had a point to prove, after all, that he wasn’t the loser everyone liked to make him out to be. But you didn’t think he was being very convincing that you two were together. He was acting like he wanted nothing to do with you. You couldn’t tell if anyone noticed or not, but that didn’t matter. It was bothering you. This wasn’t Moe’s usual behavior.

You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he perused the refreshment table, debating on how to handle this. You were far enough away from everyone else at the moment that no one should hear you talking. Still, you didn’t want to make a scene, even if just for Moe’s sake. You didn’t want to draw any more unwelcomed teasing to him. It wouldn’t look very good for him to be getting into a fight with his girlfriend.

“Alright, Moe,” you began quietly but with sternness, determined to get to the bottom of this. “What’s going on?”

He continued on with what he was doing, not even glancing at you. “What do you mean?”

“Did I do something to make you mad? You’re acting like you don’t want to be here, let alone with me.”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Frustrated, you grabbed his arm, turning him toward you. “Bullshit, Moe! Did you want me to be your date or not?!”

Before he could answer, you saw Floyd and Earl approaching. The last thing you wanted was for them to see you and Moe arguing, so you acted on impulse. You took Moe’s face in your hands and brought his head down to yours, kissing him hard on the mouth. Moe hummed in surprise but didn’t try to stop you. Once it was clear that he wasn’t opposed to it, you gentled the kiss, making it much more enjoyable. Moe seemed to appreciate it, too, as he hummed again and shifted closer to you, his hands moving to rest lightly on your waist.

Getting to kiss Moe was everything you’d dreamed of and more. The way he tentatively returned the kiss, his soft lips moving against yours, had you wondering why you’d waited so long. He sure kissed you like he wanted you.

“Whoa, hey, you two! If you can’t keep your hands off each other long enough to enjoy a party, maybe you should go home early!”

You leaned away enough from Moe to look behind him at Earl. “Maybe we should.” You then looked at Moe, who was staring at you, a little dazed. “What do you say, Moe? Wanna leave so we can continue this somewhere a little more private?” you purred, running your fingers along the lapels of his jacket.

Moe swallowed hard and shook his head. “Maybe later.”

You frowned a bit, but Earl and Floyd didn’t seem any the wiser. Floyd clapped Moe on the shoulder as he walked by.

“Never knew you had it in you! Good for you, Green!”

“Yeah,” Earl added. “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You wanted until they were gone before grabbing Moe’s arm again and dragging him off to a more secluded place. “Alright, now tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong!” he exclaimed, fishing around in his pocket for a handkerchief. “It’s just that… You’re doing this all for their benefit.”

“What?”

Moe scoffed. “Come on, you’re not here for me. Sure, you might want to help get them to stop hounding me, but you don’t have to pretend you like me. Nobody likes me…”

You stared at him for a moment, your heart breaking. “But I do like you, Moe. That’s why I asked if it would be such a bad thing if I were your girlfriend.”

“I don’t want your pity,” he said and started to walk away, but you grabbed his arm again and pulled him off into a hallway and into a closet, putting yourself between him and the door so he couldn't escape.

“I’m not doing this out of pity,” you said sternly, hoping to get your point across. “I’m doing this because I genuinely like you. I have since I first got here. I hoped this might finally get us to admit that we both like each other. At least, I hope you’re attracted to me the way I am to you…”

Moe shook his head. “Of course, I’m attracted to you! But you’re not attracted to me…”

“But I am!” you insisted, closing the distance between you two and taking his face in your hands again. “Moe, I really, really like you. I wouldn't have kissed you like that earlier if I didn't.”

As you said this, you caressed his cheeks and lips with your thumbs. The tenderness of the gesture seemed to make him melt, and he turned into your touch.

“Can you do that again?” Moe asked quietly, with tentative hope.

“Kiss you again?”

He nodded. With a smile, you happily closed the distance between the two of you and softly pressed your lips to his. This time, Moe immediately returned the kiss, humming as he did so. And this time, you took the time to really savor it. He was eager but in a restrained way, which made you wonder what he'd be like if he let go. As anxious as he often was, you wanted to help him relax and enjoy this. And right now, he seemed pretty relaxed. But then again, prior to tonight, he often did with you. That pleased you to no end, knowing he felt comfortable enough around you to relax.

To your delight, Moe wrapped his arms around you, drawing you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body to his, and deepened the kiss. Moe moaned into your mouth as your tongues tangled together. His eagerness thrilled you.

When you eventually broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours, panting a bit.

“I'm dreaming,” he whispered. “I've got to be.”

You kissed the corner of his lips. “Does this feel like a dream?”

“No. But you only ever kiss me in dreams.”

“You dream about me?” you asked with a coy smile.

Moe’s cheeks turned pink. “Uh… Well…”

You grinned before pecking his lips again. “Don’t worry, I dream about you, too. And I intend to further prove how much I want you, but how about in the meantime…” you trailed off, taking his hand and giving him a smirk. “I intend to make good on my word: Let's give them something to talk about.”

Moe smiled and eagerly followed you out of the closet and back to the others. You stayed cuddled up to his side for the rest of the night while Moe kept an arm around you, never letting you stray far. The smile that never left his face meant everything. It was evident on his coworkers’ faces that they were surprised by the two of you. And maybe you were going a little overboard with all of the kisses you bestowed upon his warm cheek or the way you’d rub his chest occasionally, earning a sweet smile in return. But in all honesty, you were just happy to be able to do those things. You weren’t doing it for the others; you were doing it because you wanted to.

From here on out, you would do all you could to ensure Moe never felt unwanted or unloved again. So long as he was with you, you'd shower him with affection.

And Moe's obvious enthusiasm to return that affection, along with the soft look in his eyes as he gazed at you, would make loving him that much more delightful.

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