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Violet

Author: noraebangbang Rating: Teen Audiences & Up Length: 1.2K (oneshot) Genre: au, angst, hurt & comfort Warning(s): panic attacks, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, depression, anxiety

Summary:

Hoseok panics and Yoongi waits.

Link: AO3

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You are my first

Prompt: kirstie and maks go swimming in her pool

Warning: Rated R for smut

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XUlCguGtxGVoew6UoUTzQXuAmE2Gmbb4ttyD8TSX4As/edit?usp=sharing

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Born to Dance

A/N: This is based on the prompt I received "Future drabble - K&M teach K's granddaughter how to dance" it turned out so long and ended up a oneshot instead, enjoy! They had been eating for twenty minutes when the songs abruptly switched from Latin salsa music to CeeLo Green. Her guess was the singer had finally recognized where he had seen her and Maks before. People had been dancing throughout the other songs and many were still on the floor next to the band of live music in the middle of the restaurant. "That's our song!" Kirstie said excitedly turning to Maks who was sitting to her right, giving him a look that read 'we have to dance'. Lillie sighed. "Don't, Mom." Kirstie laughed. "Don't what?" She asked pretending not to know what Lillie was warning her against. "Don't dance, just don't." Lillie said practically begging for her not to draw attention to them. "Oooh, do it Grama!" Isabella, Lillie and Nick's daughter, exclaimed excitedly. She turned to her left and looked down at the little girl who was sitting beside her. "You want to see me and Papa dance?" She asked, eyeing Lillie out of the corner of her eye. She loved annoying her daughter and who could resist the little pleading eyes of her granddaughter? Isabella nodded enthusiastically. "Alright well, princess Belle has spoken, guess we have to." Maks said with a smile. Isabella beamed at him. Princess Belle was her favorite because their names were so similar and she loved when he called her that. Beauty and the Beast was her favorite movie. She said they reminded her of her Grama and Papa. And as Maks got up and offered Kirstie a hand as she scooted out of the booth as well and they Cha-cha'ed into the open area that everyone was using as a dance floor it almost felt like the ballroom scene from the movie to Isabella. Kirstie and Maks didn't miss a single beat. Isabella watched as they danced, grinning from ear to ear and she could see Lillie was smiling at how happy Isabella was even though she had been against them causing a scene. ------ The song ended and the crowd erupted into applause but Isabella was the loudest of them all. "THAT WAS AWESOME!" She said so happy as they returned to the table. "I want to dance like you!" She exclaimed. Maks and Kirstie both laughed. "You want to dance like that?" Maks asked. The little girl nodded. "Just like that, Papa!" "You'll have to come with us to work and we can teach you one day. Would you like that?" Kirstie asked. The little girl again shook her head. Kirstie and Maks both turned to face Lillie and Nick. "Looks like you two have a dancer on your hands." They said proudly. ------- That summer Lillie and Nick had decided to move to New York to be closer to Kirstie and Maks and Isabella came to the dance studio for the first time, well the first time being old enough to remember. She was five now and was determined to learn how to dance just like her grandparents. "And this is the practice room." Maks announced, holding the door open so Kirstie and Isabella could walk in hand-in-hand. Isabella's eyes lit up as she let go of her Grandma's hand and ran to the middle of the room, spinning around, the tutu she had on swaying. "I LOVE IT!" She exclaimed. She did love it, out of the entire tour of Dance with Me her grandparents had given her the practice room was her favorite next to the ballroom. Maks and Kirstie both laughed and gave each other a look. It was almost like the little girl had dancing in her blood. "What song do you want to dance to?" Maks asked. She thought for a moment before choosing. Maks found the song on his phone, hooked his phone to the speaker in the corner of the room and pressed pause. Maks and Kirstie had already choreographed a dance that would work for practically any song together the night before and already had it memorized to teach her. "Are you ready?" Kirstie questioned. Isabella nodded. "Okay, dancing takes practice so you can't be upset if you don't get it on the first try." She explained. "I won't!" The little girl assured her. "The first time we are going to show you the basic moves and help you copy what we do, sound good?" Maks asked. "Sounds good! Now can we dance already?" Isabella replied, completely impatient. The first go around went slow with them instructing her to put this hand here and that foot there, Maks and Kirstie both helping her by placing her how she should be. They fed her constant reassurance though with 'that was perfect' and 'good, just like that.' Towards the end she seemed to have done a pretty good job for her first try. "Are you ready to do it again?" Kirstie asked, always making sure she wanted to keep going. She nodded enthusiastically. The second time they had to help her with less body placements and the third time she was following Kirstie's movements perfectly as she still stood in front and modeled the moves like a stage mom during a pageant show. Maks just say back and watched. By the fourth time she was hardly looking at Kirstie at all, totally engrossed in the dance, concentrating. You could see it in her face. She was focused. A tiny, serious, focused dancer. The fifth time she did it on her own with no cues while Kirstie and Maks both sat back and watched amazed at how fast of a learner she was. After the song ended Maks picked the little girl up, spinning her around. "You did it! That was PERFECT, Belle!" Maks exclaimed as he kissed her on the forehead and then passed her onto Kirstie. "That was super good!" Kirstie agreed, spinning her in a congratulatory circle as well. "I think you're even better than your Grandma!" Kirstie admitted. "Really?!" Isabella questioned, beaming so proudly. "Oh yeah, you are definitely WAY better than Grandma." Maks chimed in. "Hey, be nice!" Kirstie said as she balanced Isabella on her hip slightly so could free a hand to smack Maks playfully. "Yeah, Papa, be nice!" Isabella said in her Grandma's defense. Maks laughed, "I am nice!" He defended. "Grama and you are still the best dancers.. forever!" The little girl insisted. They both chuckled. "Whatever you say, but we still think you're great." Kirstie assured her, setting her back down on the ground. "You are, Belle. We teach dance all of the time and I've never seen anyone learn that fast." Maks told her. He taught other five year olds but she was definitely not on a five year old's level. "I am a fast learner!" She said as she nodded in agreement. "Now can we do another one?" "A new routine?" Maks questioned. Isabella nodded. "Please?" Maks contemplated for a second wondering if she could handle a dance from his six year old class then said yes. They began to practice and the new dance only took her four times to do it perfectly all on her own. He and Kirstie were both astonished. "That was too easy!" She said afterwards. "Can we do another one?" "Are you sure? You're going to be awfully tired tonight." Kirstie warned. Isabella didn't care. "I'm positive!" They showed her a routine from the seven year old class. That seemed to finally be one that challenged her, taking her eight tries to do it all on her own. ---- After the day was over they all set together and rested on the studio floor as they waited for Lillie and Nick to come and pick up Isabella. "So did you like dancing?" Kirstie asked. "Yes!" She replied. "I LOVED IT!" "Do you want to do it again?" She nodded enthusiastically. Kirstie laughed. She never seemed to run out of energy, Kirstie thought to herself. "I still can't believe you did that last routine so good. Did you know that was from our seven year old dance class?" Maks asked. "Really? I dance like I'm seven?!" She asked amazed. He and Kirstie both nodded. "It was almost like you were born to dance." Kirstie said. "I think I was." She agreed. Maks smiled, proudly. This must be what it feels like to have a daughter, he thought. ------ When Lillie and Nick finally showed up, they told them everything and Isabella danced all three dances she learned for them by memory, never missing a beat. They were just as astonished as Kirstie and Maks were. They definitely had not been expecting her to be that good when they left the house this morning. After discussing it with Isabella and making sure she absolutely wanted to,they enrolled her in her grandparents' dancing class. She was the only five year old in the seven year old group and she was a hundred percent head over heels for dancing. They had a prodigy on their hands and all four of them knew it.

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"Picture" Songfic

A/N: This is slightly based on the song Picture the Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow Duet I’ve wanted to make something about them to this in forever. This just sorta happened not the best but I attempted. More sad than I originally intended, sorry. 6AM. It was 6AM when he tossed and turned. Couldn’t sleep anymore. He hadn’t been able to sleep past six since their breakup. He was so used to Kirstie’s alarm going off at that time that his internal alarm clock simply didn’t allow it. He wanted to still sleep but he just couldn’t. He groggily rested his palm against his forehead, his head killing him. He felt like he hadn’t seen the sun shine in three damn days although he had just been out the night before trying to drink away the pain.

He was also thankful the girl who had kept him company left the previous night and hadn’t stayed. He didn’t need that right now. He didn’t need to be reminded that he had ruined his chances with the only one he ever truly loved. That he had been drowning his sorrows with different girls every night and been fueling up on whiskey to try to forget her. But he was and God he was paying for the latter at the moment.

He dug through the nightstand by the bed. Looking for Ibuprofen, anything to make his head stop pounding but then he remembered she was the one that always made sure they had medication handy when they stayed in hotels. He groaned. He should have went back home last night. He shouldn’t have got a hotel room so he didn’t have to bring the girl back to his apartment. He regretted everything and wondered if he’d ever change his ways. He pulled out his phone, typed in his password and clicked his pictures.

The last picture Kirstie had sent him popped up on the screen and he stared at it. Taking in everything he had lost. He thought about how much he missed her and how she had looked so together when he had ran into her the day before. Like this wasn’t bothering her at all as she gave him back his key. His voice had caught in his throat he hadn’t known what to say. He knew there wasn’t anything he could say that would change anything. He had been on his way off with Val to drink her away when she showed up. He didn’t know why she was in town but it certainly wasn’t to be with him. He looked at her picture as he cried.

Beep…beep…beep….BEEP…. Kirstie reached over and shut off the alarm clock she had forgotten to switch off the night before. It was early. Too early and she had drank way too much last night. She dug through her bedside table, reaching for some Ibuprofen to make her headache stop and downed it with some water as she thought back to the night before.

She had ended up in New York. She wasn’t thrilled to be there knowing Maks was in town but she had promised Zang Toi she’d come and see his last show months ago and she always kept good on promises. Everything about being there was hard. Not seeing Maks. Not talking to him. But it was over and she finally took the last step and went to give his key back to him yesterday.

She had called Nicole and asked if Maks was home and Nicole had said he was out at the gym for the next hour, that he had texted her earlier. She had thought that it would be the perfect time to do it. Leave the key under the mat to his apartment and it would be over. No talking, no nothing.

That’s not how it turned out though. She and Maks had their first run in since everything happened. He and Val had been coming out of the apartment building right as she was about to go in. They both looked stunned she was there. But she had put up her best facade and acted like it didn’t bother her at all. It was the same ole same ‘how have you been’ like nothing had happened and she gave him back his key. Just politely said she didn’t need it anymore. He hadn’t argued, hadn’t really said anything and then she got in her car and left heading to a local Scientology session she found to take her mind off of it.

It had hit her that night though and she tried to heal her heartache with cheap hotel wine while telling Kelly and Nicole everything. Nicole said how sorry she was and that she really thought he’d still be at the gym. Kirstie had told her it wasn’t her fault and that she was going to call the actor guy who had had a crush on her forever and invite him over. That she was done. She was ready to move on and he wasn’t that bad.

They advised her against it and after a few more drinks she had attempted to call Maks. Screamed she didn’t care. That she couldn’t do any of this anymore and she didn’t understand why she was living life this way. They had grabbed her phone before she had a chance to dial his number. Told her that she couldn’t call him until she was sober.

This morning she was thankful she hadn’t invited that guy over because she wouldn’t be able to do what she was currently doing if she was lying next to him. She was starring at the wallpaper on her phone. The last picture Maks had texted her. Admiring him. Thinking how much she missed him as she teared up.

She laid in bed and thought about him for a long time. She almost called him. Her fingers hovered over the call button as she thought what she wanted to say. About how she wanted to tell him that she swears she would change, that she loved him and wanted him to come back home.

He laid thinking the exact same thing as he hovered over the talk button himself. All they had to do was make the final move, press the button and say their feelings. But neither wanted to be the one to make that desperate call and neither of them did.

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Commercial Break smut

Author’s Note: This turned out way dirtier than I originally intended consider this your warning

Warning: SMUT Rating: R for mature content

https://docs.google.com/document/d/11SmhYjuSNUwPgLo9mgMZcv-FCL0IQN7xeXdqV2Mklpc/edit?usp=sharing

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Kristie and maks coming home from an event flirting on the way home in the car and continuing once they arrive

Warning: Slight M rated themes

Rating: Strongly PG-13

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Maks opened the door for her. Kirstie laughed.

“Such a gentleman.”She said as he held her hand and she climbed in. Damn he looked so good under these lights. Maybe it was the drinks or the fact she hadn’t been alone with him all night but she wanted him. Now. Right there in his car but she knew that probably wasn’t a good idea with how much press was out tonight. Thank God it’s only a fifteen minute drive she thought as Maks got in the driver’s seat and pulled out the parking lot. She watched him as he drove.

A suit. She still couldn’t get over how damn sexy he looked when he wore a suit or how everyone had kept the fact he was coming to support her at the premiere party for her new show a secret.

“I still don’t understand how you kept tonight a secret.” Kirstie said looking over at him. He laughed. “It definitely wasn’t easy. You don’t know how many times it almost slipped out when we were on the phone.”“It means everything to me.” She smiled and expressed her gratitude by leaning over and kissing him. He flashed that beautiful smile of his. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I’m so proud of you.” He replied.“This show is going to be huge, you know that?” He asked as he took her hand. She nodded. “I hope.”“It will be. I have good feeling about it.” He assured her.“I do too.” She agreed. “But you know what’s missing?”“What?” He asked. “You.” She replied as she leaned over to kiss him and rested her hand on his thigh.

His expression was priceless and he shifted a little. If I can’t have him right now, why not have a little fun she thought. Her breath was now on his neck and her hand was moving dangerously close to the middle of his pants. His eyes were switching back and forth to her and the road as her hands were on him.

“Baby-” He began trying to focus on the road.“Oh you’ve had your fair share of fun tonight. Now it’s my turn.” She said referring to all the inappropriate hand placements made by him during the party. Her lips captured his again and he swerved by accident. She laughed at the freaked out expression on his face.“You’re okay. It’s only ten more minutes away.” She whispered as she drove him crazy. “If you…Keep doing…That..I’m going to have a very embarrassing situation before.. We get there.” He barely managed to say. She laughed as she withdrew her hand. “I’m only being nice because you have to make it to the seventh floor and you don’t need that headline.” She said.He laughed and leaned over to kiss her quickly, keeping his eyes on the road.He knew as well as she did he deserved to suffer after how he had teased her all night when no one was paying attention. They may not had been completely alone but there were surely some stolen moments.

They arrived at the apartment building and Maks went on lookout as soon as they walked in the door.“Stay here” He said as he walked around the corner and pressed the button for the elevator to make sure the coast was clear. It wasn’t the workers they were worried about. They all knew. It was the people. People talk.

"Clear!" He whispered and she followed him. Almost before the elevator doors even closed her back was pressed against the wall and there was a flurry of hands as his lips were on her mouth and her hands were playing with him through his pants. They broke away right in time before the elevator opened on the fifth floor and they were joined by another person. He just had to live on the seventh floor.

"Oh my gosh, you’re Kirstie Alley!" The new passenger of the elevator exclaimed.Kirstie couldn’t help but cringe. This was not the time nor the place.Her heart raced as she silently prayed the woman didn’t recognize Maks too.“Can I have your autograph?” The woman asked.“Sure. Do you have pen and paper?” Kirstie asked trying to stand in front of Maks strategically so she wouldn’t notice him.“Oh yes!”The woman exclaimed pulling a pen and paper out of her purse. Kirstie signed it. “Thank you so much!” The woman exclaimed as she hugged Kirstie and exited the elevator on the next floor not mentioning a word about Maks. Thank God. Kirstie let out a sigh of relief. “That was a close one!” She said to Maks who didn’t seemed fazed at all and pulled her in for a deep kiss.“No one ever recognizes me.” He replied as the elevator dinged for their floor. “Whatever!” She replied play smacking him on the chest as they exited the elevator.

Kirstie whispered things in his ear and Maks accidentally dropped his keys in his fumbled distracted attempt to unlock the door. When he stood back up he looked at her. “What?” Kirstie questioned. “You look so beautiful. Have I told you that tonight?” He asked.She smiled and nodded. “Not that I ever get tired of hearing it.” She replied as he opened the door and she pulled him inside wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him.“I love you.” She whispered against his lips. “I love you too.” He sighed. “Now how about I show you just how much.” She suggested. “Only after I show you.” He replied kissing her desperately. And they showed their love for each other right there on the sofa neither of them waiting to make it to the bed.

A/N: Sorry for the delay for this prompt I know I got it forever ago so I apologize. 

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Mile High Club

Warning: SMUT

Rated: M for Mature Content

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link to fic:  https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZsZezik9CY6ZHiM89vLkmc-zXrQAImf9rawFpu_2h4E/edit?usp=sharing

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kirstie and maks : go to the beach

Title: Amazed

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“This is just crazy.” Kirstie said laughing as she walked along the Florida beach with Maks.

It was dark and there was breeze off the ocean and she thought she was going to freeze to death as Maks held her hand as they strolled, the moonlight shining down on them and the street light guiding their way.

Maks just smiled and laughed at her dramatics. “It’s not that cold out here.”

“Yes it is.” She said adamantly.

“Here.” Maks said as he took off his jacket and gave it to her.

“No.” She declined, “Then you’re going to freeze.”  

Maks shook his head. “I’m not the one who thinks it’s cold. It feels nice out here.” He said placing the jacket over Kirstie’s shoulders and she reluctantly accepted.

“Thanks.” She said putting it on.

“I can’t believe you never just come out here in the evening and walk.” Maks said taking her hand again as they continued walking.

“I can’t believe you take walks on the beach.” Kirstie said laughing.

“I told you when we first met I liked long walks on the beach.” Maks replied.

“Yes, but I thought you were kidding, like one of those cheesy eharmony ads.” Kirstie giggled as Maks held her hand and helped her down a slight sand dune so they could continue their walk privately, out of sight from the houses. No one was out there but they didn’t want to take chances being so publicly affectionate.

Maks laughed and shook his head. “No I really do enjoy it.”

“I come out here in the daytime sometimes.” Kirstie said.

“But look at how pretty it is at night, look at how the stars shine.” Maks replied as they both looked up. She had to admit he was right.

“It is nice.” Kirstie admitted as he turned his attention back to her.

“And romantic.” She added kissing him.

“You know there’s something I’ve always wanted to do with you on the beach.” He whispered.

“Oh and what is that?” Kirstie whispered back liking where this was going.

He pulled away and pressed a button on his phone allowing ‘Amazed’ by Lonestar to echo across the beach.

"This." He said walking back and taking her hands, inviting her in for a dance. Kirstie looked up at him and smiled as the words ‘Every time our eyes meet this feeling inside me is almost more than I can take’ played and she let him lead her.

As the song went on, Kirstie wiped away a tear that was daring to escape when she came back up from a dip.

She laughed, “You just had to pick this song, didn’t you.” She questioned as he twirled her.

"I hear it a lot when I’m on the road; it always makes me think of you." He explained.

Neither of them missing a beat as they talked while they danced. They had more than enough practice at impromptu dances like this that balancing the two were easy.

"It’s beautiful." Kirstie replied.

"Just like you." He said dipping her again but this time leaning down to kiss her.

“I love you.” She said.

“I love you too.” He replied lifting her backup and they danced as he held her close.

‘Every little thing that you do, Baby I’m amazed by you’

He amazed her everyday she thought as she listened to the words, taking in every second of the moment, and thinking how lucky she was.

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“So dancing with me on the beach has been in your plans for quite a while?” Kirstie asked looking up at him hands still laced through his, Maks still holding her close as the music ended.

Maks nodded as he kissed her on the head.

"I loved that. I’ve only ever danced out here once with-"

"Serge, day 31 of 100 Days of Dance?" Maks questioned knowingly.

Kirstie looked at him thrown off. “How did you remember the exact day?”

“Because when I watched that one I couldn’t believe he got to dance with you out here before I did.” Maks admitted.

Kirstie laughed. “Oh my God, are you saying you were jealous?”

"No I’m just saying I wish I had got to be the first one to dance with you on the beach. I wish I could’ve been there for your 100 dances. I wish I could’ve been there for you." He explained.

“You know there’s something I’ve always wanted to do on the beach, that I definitely did not do with Serge.” She said whispering flirtatiously.

“Oh, yeah?” Maks asked intrigued.  

Kirstie nodded, kissing him passionately leaning more and more to the left causing Maks to dip her. She then pulled them both down so they landed in the soft sand, Maks landing on top of her as he followed her down.

“This.” She replied as her mouth crashed into his again and she snagged a finger through his belt loop pulling him closer to her with a mischievous smile. Maks slotted his legs between hers as he balanced himself. Breaking away he kissed her neck as he wrestled with her jacket. His jacket.

She laughed. “You know what’s funny?”

“Hmmm?” He replied.

“That you believe me everytime I tease you.” She said as she rolled them over so she was the dominate one. She pinned him down, both hands holding down his arms as she leaned in and gave him a simple kiss before getting up, brushing the sand off her dress.

His face. His face was so priceless. She wished she had her phone to capture his expression. So hurt because of her games. So unsatisfied.

“That was just wrong.” He said sitting up in the sand amazed by her. She was such a tease and always kept him guessing he thought as he got up.

“You’re so gonna pay for that one.” He said laughing as he ran and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back down the sand dune she had been climbing up.

She wiggled as he tried to catch her and they both fell back in the sand. She laughed grabbing a handful of sand, balling it up and throwing it at him.

“Hey, play nice.” He said putting his hands up not sure if another sandball was going to come flying his way.

“Oh come here, you big baby.” She said helping him brush the sand out of his hair.

She laughed at the two of them. This was only something they would do. Dancing, rolling around and having a sand fight at the beach in the middle of the night. They were something else.

“You really thought I was going to have my way with you, didn’t you?” She asked still giggling from teasing him as she got up.

“I thought it would be another first for us.” He said as she offered a hand to help him up.

She shook her head in disbelief. He was so easy.

“C’mon let’s go in, we can’t have two firsts in one night.” She replied referring to their first dance on the beach earlier. “We need to get in the shower, get all of this sand off and I’ll even have my way with you while we get cleaned up.” She added looking up at him biting her lip.

He raised his eyebrows. “Is that a tease?”

She shook her head. “That’s a promise.” She replied.

He smiled. “Deal.” He agreed as he kissed her one last time before taking her hand in his, helping her up the sand dune.

“Thanks, for bringing me out here. You were right. It’s nice at night.” She admitted as they walked hand in hand, her head resting on his shoulder as they strolled back up to the house.

He looked at her and smiled. “I knew you would like it.” He replied giving her hand a little squeeze.

They felt content. Days like this amazed them both.  

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