KIMI

Love Les Mis and An Off Broadway Musical Between The Lines SAW THE US TOUR OF LES MIS MET THE CAST

[callmejamaya]

pls comeback twin, the people need more nsfw blurbs of malachi as a christmas present😔

Times Malachi Has Been Freaked Out 🫩 Pt. 3: Christmas Edition 🎄

⚠️ Warning: This fic contains sexual content (18+) and suggestive themes. ⚠️

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Christmas Photos

By the time the photographer finished all the regular poses, you and Malachi were completely relaxed, standing there in your matching Christmas pajamas. Smiles came easily. The fake snow had stopped falling. It was supposed to be the last shot.

“Alrighttt” the photographer said, lowering the camera. “Let’s do one more cute couple picture before you head out. You can sit on his lap. Keep it festive.”

Malachi didn’t hesitate. He gently pulled you down to face him, wrapping his arms around your torso as you settled comfortably. The photographer chuckled, already lifting the camera again.

“That works” he said. “Think Christmas vibes. Jingle bells.”

As you waited for him to finish setting up the shot, you felt it. Malachi’s bulge growing.

You looked over at him and saw he was already smirking.

“You’re jingling my bell” he whispered against your neck, his arms wrapping around you tighter.

You couldn’t help but laugh. As soon as you looked up at the camera, the photographer snapped the photo.

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Target Shopping

You, Malachi, and his parents grabbed carts and decided to split up, agreeing to meet back with whatever you found.

At first, everything was normal.

You came back with wrapping paper, ornaments, and a few things that definitely weren’t on the list. Malachi returned with snacks, batteries, and random stuff he insisted you needed. Easy. Harmless.

Then he disappeared again.

When he came back this time, his hands were full. So full that he resorted to carrying one last box between his teeth. You glanced at him, then followed your eyes to what he was holding.

Condoms.

You froze.

You looked behind him at Felicia and Loren, casually browsing an aisle not too far away.

“…Did you just walk past your parents with that?” you asked.

Malachi pulled the box from his mouth like it was nothing, tossed it into the basket, and shrugged.

“They know what we do.”

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With The Mistletoe

You were trying to help Felicia put the finishing touches on the hallway decorations when you noticed Malachi leaning against the doorframe, looking way too pleased with himself.

You smiled at him until you glanced down. You stopped dead in your tracks staring at the small green sprig he had taped directly to his belt buckle.

“Malachi… Are you serious?” you tried to hide your smiling, checking over your shoulder to make sure his dad wasn’t coming down the hall.

He looked down at it, then back at you with that signature smirk.

“What? It’s a holiday tradition, babe. You gonna follow the rules or what?”

“Not when the mistletoe is there!”

He shrugged, completely unbothered, and stepped closer until the leaves brushed against your leggings.

“Well, I’m not moving it. And you know it’s bad luck to snub the mistletoe.”

“I love whatever is wrong with you” you chuckled. “Your mom said she’s coming right back.”

“Then we better be quick” he whispered, his hands sliding onto your waist to pull you in.

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Decorating

“Is the star straight?” you called out, standing on the stool, reaching as high as you could on your tiptoes.

You felt Malachi’s hands steadying your hips from behind. At first, it felt helpful. Then his grip tightened, and you felt him press his face against the end of your back.

“Malachi stop! I’m gonna fall!” you giggled, trying to swat him away.

“No you’re not. I got you” he mumbled against your skin, his hands wandering dangerously low.

“You better hope so. Otherwise, who’s gonna put out the milk and cookies for Santa tonight?” you joked.

Malachi looked at you… then between your legs.

“Forget Santa. I see a cookie I wanna eat.”

You tilted your head at him. “Right now? With the lights on?”

He gently pulled you off the step stool and straight into his chest.

“Especially with the lights on. I wanna see exactly what I’m getting for Christmas.”

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Making Gingerbread Houses

“I think the roof is gonna collapse” you say, trying to hold the gingerbread pieces together with sticky white icing.

Malachi was “helping” which mostly meant eating the gumdrops. He watched you struggle for a moment, then reached over and smeared a glob of icing right onto your bottom lip.

“What are you doing?!” you laugh as you lose your concentration.

He leaned in, licking the icing off your lip before you could wipe it.

“Just returning the favor” he said before kissing you.

You blinked, confused. “Returning what favor?”

He let out a short laugh, leaning closer.

“You did the same thing to me last night… except it wasn’t icing you were licking off my lap.”

Your mouth dropped as you tried not to laugh.

“Get out of the kitchen Malachi!”

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Giving You an Anklet

It was late on Christmas Eve, and the house was finally quiet. You were sitting on Malachi’s bed when he tossed a small velvet box onto the duvet.

“Early gift” he smirked.

You opened it to find a delicate gold anklet, tiny charms chiming softly as the box shifted.

“Malachi! it’s gorgeous… but it’s so dainty. I’m scared I’ll break it.”

He fastened it around your ankle, his fingers lingering on your skin. He gave your leg a small shake, listening to the soft chime of the jewelry.

“Don’t worry about the chain, babe. It’s stronger than it looks” he said.

“I just wanted you to have something that makes a little noise… so I can keep a steady rhythm when we gotta be quiet.”

You blinked. “A steady rhythm? What are you talking about-”

Malachi didn’t answer. He just sat up slowly, giving you that look that told you exactly what rhythm he had in mind.

You laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him.

“Thank you, babe.”

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On Live

You stood in front of your vanity, ring light reflecting in your eyes, as you smoothed down your cherry-red dress.

“Okay, so the dress is on. I feel like the red is perfect for the Friends-Mas party.”

In the background, Malachi was laid out on your bed, already dressed in a sharp black button down and slacks. He was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through his phone, but his eyes kept flickering up to you.

“You look good, babe” he said, his voice low enough for the mic to catch. “My fine mamacita.”

You giggled at his Spanish. “Thank you babe. But it’s not too short? I feel like when I walk it’s gonna-”

“It’s the perfect length for me” he cut in, smirking. “You won’t be doing much walking later.”

You looked straight at the comments and seen they were already starting to flood in with the emojis and contract jokes.

“Anyway!” you said quickly. “I’m done. Let’s see if the Grinch is actually ready.”

You flipped the camera towards him.

As soon as the lens hit him, Malachi's eyes went wide. He didn't even hesitate. He snatched a nearby throw pillow and slammed it onto his lap, adjusting himself so fast it was a blur.

“Chillll babe” he said, voice strained. “Give a man a warning.”

The comments exploded.

• DID Y’ALL SEE HOW FAST HE MOVED??

• WHY WAS THAT SO QUICK 😭

• Oh I KNOW why 💀

• Moved so fast my screen recording didn’t catch it 😂

“We gotta go.” Malachi said, standing abruptly, still holding the pillow.

“Bye chat.”

He ended the live.

“Why did you do that?” you laughed.

He removed the pillow, revealing his bulge, and chuckled.

“You gotta help me. I can’t drive like this.”

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The Mall Vlog

You held your phone up to the mirror, filming a quick clip for your vlog while Malachi stood beside you in a pair of straight leg jeans he was already suspicious of. You’re both in the mall’s fitting room, trying on pants for another Christmas party.

Malachi turned to face the camera, then back to the mirror, frowning at his reflection.

“They’re too tight, babe” he said, tugging at the waistband. “And I look awkward.”

You looked him over, genuinely not seeing whatever issue he was seeing.

“He’s over here talking about ‘I don’t know, I never wear straight jeans’ ” you said to the camera, tilting your head slightly as you checked him out.

You didn’t even blink, just kept the video going.

“Boy, I’m about to rip you out them jeans.”

Malachi froze.

He lifted his head slowly from the mirror and stared at you for a second before breaking into a laugh.

“Babe… What!??” he asked, heat creeping into his grin. “I’m usually the one saying stuff like this!”

You giggled.

“I’m serious” you said, finally turning the video off.

He didn’t waste a second stepping into your space, close enough that you felt it immediately.

“Say it again” he smiles.

“Without the camera.”

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Happy Holidays💜

[y4-mama]

Malachi fic based on this video

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT6b6AfpD/

They’re at a red carpet event and they start chatting it up with other teen actors , and she starts talking to a guy and he’s like “I don’t do Handshakes I do hugs” and Malachi’s like “handshake, handshakes” just thinking to himself like ain’t nobody hugging my girl, idk just something like that

His space

Malachi Barton x Fem!reader

Summary:At a red carpet event with Malachi, another actor tries to hug you while he’s briefly away. Malachi immediately steps in, stops it, and stays close to you for the rest of the night.

Content:mild jealousy/protective behavior, public/social discomfort, and brief awkward interaction.

W/C:1.6K

TO REQUEST: rules and who i write for

The car slows as it approaches the barricades, and the noise builds before you even fully stop—layers of sound stacking on top of each other until it’s impossible to separate one voice from another. It’s shouting and laughter and camera shutters snapping so fast they blur into something constant, something almost physical. You can feel it in your chest before you even step out.

Beside you, Malachi shifts, leaning forward slightly to glance through the window, then back at you. His expression softens just a little when he sees your face, like he already knows what you’re feeling without you having to say it.

“You good?” he asks, voice low enough that it cuts cleanly through everything else.

You take a breath, steadying yourself. “Yeah. This is just… a lot.”

He nods once, like that makes perfect sense. “It is.” His hand moves without hesitation, finding yours and holding it, not tightly, just enough to ground you. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to tonight. If you don’t feel like talking to someone, don’t. If you want to step away, we step away. Okay?”

You look at him, really look at him, and there’s no performance there, no red carpet version of himself. Just him.

“Okay,” you say, softer now.

He gives your hand a small squeeze. “Stay with me, though.”

You smile, a little more relaxed. “I always do.”

That seems to settle something in him, even if he doesn’t say it out loud. He leans back just as the car finally comes to a full stop, the door already being opened from the outside.

And then everything hits at once.

The door swings open and the sound floods in. Voices calling his name, flashes going off in rapid bursts, people moving everywhere at once. It’s overwhelming for half a second, maybe more, but Malachi doesn’t hesitate. He steps out first, then immediately turns back toward you, hand already extended.

You take it without thinking, stepping out into the chaos beside him, and the flashes intensify instantly.

“Malachi! Over here!”

“Look this way!”

“Both of you—right here!”

He leans slightly toward you as you start moving forward, his voice just for you. “Don’t try to look at all of them. Pick one camera, then the next. You’ll go crazy otherwise.”

You let out a small breath, nodding. “Got it.”

His thumb brushes over your hand once, absentminded but reassuring. “I’m right here.”

And he is. Completely.

You move down the carpet together, guided by handlers and photographers calling for your attention. It becomes a rhythm faster than you expect. Step forward, stop, turn slightly, smile, shift, repeat. Malachi adjusts without even thinking, angling himself just enough to include you in every frame, his hand settling naturally at your waist whenever the cameras ask for the two of you together.

It’s subtle, but constant. A quiet reminder: you’re not doing this alone.

At one point, a photographer waves him over more insistently. “Malachi, solo shots real quick!”

He turns his head immediately to you.

“I’ll be right here,” you tell him before he can even ask.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” you say, laughing a little. “Go.”

He hesitates anyway, eyes scanning your face like he’s double-checking, then nods. “Don’t go far.”

“I won’t.”

He steps away, but not far at all, just enough to give the cameras what they want. You can still see him clearly, hear his voice as someone starts asking him questions. He answers easily, relaxed, slipping into that version of himself that handles interviews like second nature.

You shift slightly to the side, giving him space but staying close enough that you’re still within his line of sight if he looks over. Around you, the carpet feels different here, less structured, more fluid. Other teen actors are talking, laughing, greeting each other like they haven’t seen each other in months.

It starts to feel a little more normal.

You’re watching someone you vaguely recognize walk past when a voice breaks in beside you.

“Hey.”

You turn, and there’s a guy standing there, another actor, probably around your age, dressed just as sharp, confidence practically built into the way he carries himself.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” he says, smiling easily.

You return the smile, polite but not overly familiar. “I don’t think so either.”

He introduces himself, then instinctively starts to stick his hand out before pausing halfway and pulling it back with a small laugh. “Actually-nah, I don’t do handshakes. I do hugs.”

It’s casual, like it’s a line he’s used before, like he expects it to land smoothly.

For a second, you just blink, thrown off by the switch. “Oh-uh-”

You’re not uncomfortable exactly, but it’s unexpected, and your body language gives you away just enough. You hesitate instead of stepping forward, your shoulders tightening slightly as he opens his arms like it’s already decided.

Across the carpet, Malachi doesn’t hear every word, but he hears enough.

“I don’t do handshakes.”

That part carries.

His head turns immediately, attention snapping away from whatever question he was answering. He sees you, sees the guy, sees the open arms, sees the pause.

And that’s all it takes.

The interviewer is still talking, but Malachi’s already halfway gone mentally.

“-and yeah, it’s been really great working with everyone and…yeah,” he finishes quickly, the sentence barely holding together. “Sorry, one sec.”

He doesn’t wait. He just moves.

It’s not obvious enough to make a scene, but there’s a clear shift in his energy—focused, direct, like there’s only one place he needs to be.

Back where you’re standing, the guy is still waiting, arms slightly open, smile still there, expecting you to meet him halfway.

You’re just about to say something to redirect it-

“Hey, man.”

Malachi’s voice slides into the space before anything else can happen. He steps right between you and the guy without hesitation, like it’s instinct, like there was never another option.

His hand comes up immediately, firm and steady.

“Handshake.”

The word lands simple and clear.

Not aggressive. Not loud.

Just… final.

The other actor pauses, clearly not expecting that, then lets out a small, awkward laugh as he adjusts. “Oh! Yeah, sure.” He drops his arms and takes the handshake instead.

Malachi’s grip is solid, brief. “Good to meet you.”

“You too,” the guy says, glancing between the two of you, picking up on something unspoken. After a beat, he nods once and moves on, blending back into the crowd without pushing it further.

The moment passes, but it leaves something behind, something quieter.

You turn your head slowly to look at Malachi.

He’s already looking at you.

“What?” he says, like he doesn’t see anything unusual about what just happened.

“You just left an interview,” you say.

“It was done.”

“It wasn’t done.”

“It was basically done.”

You stare at him for a second, then shake your head slightly, a smile threatening to break through. “You literally cut yourself off mid answer.”

He exhales, running a hand through his hair briefly. “Okay, maybe I did.”

“Maybe?”

He doesn’t answer that part. Instead, his expression shifts just a little more serious as he looks at you. “I didn’t like that.”

“The hug?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says immediately. “I don’t know him.”

You cross your arms loosely, tilting your head. “So?”

“So,” he repeats, then gestures slightly toward where the guy disappeared into the crowd. “You didn’t move.”

You blink. “What?”

“You hesitated,” he says, like it’s obvious. “You always go with it when you’re comfortable. You didn’t that time.”

You didn’t even realize he noticed that.

“I was just surprised,” you say after a second.

“I know,” he replies, softer now. “That’s what I mean.”

There’s a brief pause where the noise of the carpet fills the space between you, but it doesn’t feel as loud anymore.

“I just…” he starts, then stops, like he’s trying to phrase it right. “I’m right here. You don’t have to deal with stuff like that if you don’t want to.”

The way he says it isn’t controlling. It’s not about making decisions for you.

It’s just… certainty. Presence.

You feel your expression soften without meaning to. “You could’ve let me handle it.”

“I could’ve,” he admits. “I didn’t want to.”

That pulls a quiet laugh out of you. “You’re actually ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” he says, a small grin finally showing up again. “But he didn’t hug you, so…”

You shake your head, but you step a little closer to him anyway. “You really just said ‘handshake’ like it was a rule.”

“It is a rule,” he says immediately.

“For who?”

“For him,” he answers without missing a beat.

You laugh again, more fully this time, the tension completely gone. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he says, voice dropping just slightly as he reaches for your hand again, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, “you’re still right here.”

Your fingers lace with his easily. “Yeah. I am.”

Another wave of voices calls his name, photographers trying to get his attention again, and he glances over before looking back at you.

“Come on,” he says, giving your hand a small tug. “Before someone else decides they don’t do handshakes.”

You roll your eyes, but you let him pull you along, falling back into step beside him as you move further down the carpet together.

This time, his hand doesn’t leave yours.

Not when the cameras flash.

Not when people call his name.

Not even when he gets stopped again, his grip loosening just enough to answer a question but never fully letting go, like he’s making a point without saying it out loud.

And every so often, between the noise and the lights and everything else, he glances over at you. Not checking, not worried. Just making sure.

You’re still right there.

And you are.

[hppercyjacksonlover-writing]

Part Two: The Live Incident

It started as a casual Saturday night.

You were sitting on his parent’s couch, laptop balanced on your knees, finishing off your homework. You’d been staying at their house for a while because Malachi’s mom had practically adopted you since the start of your relationship—her “bonus kid.”

“Kam, Y/n come say hi” Felica called from her bedroom

“Ok coming” Kamri jumped up and ran to Felica’s bedroom.

“Kam, tell Felica I’m coming. I just have to finish my paper” I told Kam as she ran off. It took me about 15 minutes to finish my paper so then I went into Felica’s bedroom.

“Hey, sorry. I was just finishing my paper because its due tomorrow”

“Hey Y/N, all good” Loren said

“Hey I thought Malachi was with you” I was confused because malachi had texted me like 20 minutes ago to ask if I wanted to go live but I couldn’t cause I had to finish my paper.

“yeah he stepped out to do something. He should be back soon.” Just as loren said that my phone vibrated

Incoming Call: Malachi ❤️

Felicia raised a brow. “Answer it. He’ll freak out if you don’t.”

You hesitated. “...But we’re live—”

Kamri grinned. “Even better. Answer.”

So you did.

“Baaaabe,” came Malachi’s immediate whine, so loud it echoed through your speakers. I miss you so much I think I’m dying.”

You blinked. “Hi to you too.”

He groaned, dragging the word out.

“Nooo, don’t ‘hi’ me. Do you even love me? Because it’s been like—like a hundred years, Y/N. Do you know how many minutes that is? I counted.”

Felicia slapped a hand over her mouth, already losing it. Kamri nearly fell off the couch.

“Malachi,” you hissed, eyes darting to the little red LIVE tag in the corner. “You’re on speaker.”

But he either didn’t hear you, or didn’t care.

“I wrote you a song today,” he continued dramatically. “It goes like this: I’m lonely, I’m lonely, I’m loooonely without you.” He sang off-key into the phone. “It’s a masterpiece. Billboard’s not ready.”

“Mal.” You tried again, choking back a laugh.

“And you know what else?” His voice cracked, and oh god, he was actually crying. “I wore your hoodie again, the one that smells like your shampoo, and everyone made fun of me but I don’t even care because it’s like—you’re hugging me. And I need it. Because you’re my favorite human. My person. The one I’m gonna marry someday, like, duh. I already told my mom.”

Felicia wheezed so hard she had to walk out of frame. Kamri shouted, “BRO, WE’RE LIVE,” but Malachi just kept going, babbling about your smile, your laugh, how the bed felt empty without you in it.

Meanwhile, the comments were going feral.

“NOT HIM CRYING OVER HER 😭” “Cheesy king 🫶” “Felicia’s face I’m DEAD” “THE MARRIAGE SLIP—HELLO??”

“Mal,” you finally said firmly. “Listen to me. I'm live. With your mom. And Kamri.”

Silence.

Then, very faintly: “...wait. What?”

The chat exploded. Felicia came back, tears streaming down her face from laughing. Kamri held up his phone to capture Malachi’s horrified expression when he realized what just happened.

“NOOOOO,” Malachi wailed, his voice cracking again. “I thought you weren’t on the live cause you had to write your paper”

You couldn’t stop laughing. “I did! And I finished it”

He groaned so loud it rattled your phone speaker. “I’m never showing my face again. Cancel Camp Rock 3. I’m retiring.”

Felicia reached over and snatched the phone. “Or,” she said sweetly, “you could admit that you’re just a lovesick puppy and we all knew it already.”

“Mom!”

But by then, the internet had already clipped it, shared it, and fallen completely in love with “Cheesy Boyfriend Malachi Barton.”

And honestly? You didn’t mind. Because even if he was dramatic and whiny, at least he loved you loud.

[kaliuchisangel]

Hey could you do one where Malachi gets like daily vlogs from his gf(reader) and he watches them on tour and eventually the whole cast start waiting for them and it becomes a whole thing and reader finds out

Tysm

𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐕𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌.𝐁 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Wc: 860

Warnings: Fluff

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ● 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Requests: closed

A/N: Enjoy!

It started small. Just a simple video you sent him one night after he left for tour. Nothing special — you in your bedroom, hair messy, rambling about your day. “Figured I’d send you something so you don’t forget my face,” you’d teased, sending a dramatic wink into the camera.

He didn’t forget. He saved it. Watched it three times before falling asleep that night.

And then it became routine. Every morning, Malachi would wake up to a little notification: New video from Y/n. Sometimes you’d be brushing your teeth, talking around the foam. Sometimes you’d walk through your neighborhood, pointing out random things like “this tree looks like it’s judging me.” Sometimes you’d just sit on your bed, smiling, whispering, “I miss you.”

He never told you how much they meant to him. How he started waiting for them, how his whole chest lit up every time your face filled the screen.

But the secret didn’t last long.

One night, he was curled up in the corner of the tour bus, headphones in, grinning at his phone. MK plopped down beside him, curious. “What’s got you cheesin’ like that?”

Malachi tried to angle the screen away, but MK was quicker, tugging one side of his headphones. “Ohhh, it’s Y/n.” His voice turned teasing. “She sends you little videos? Bro, that’s cute.”

Malachi rolled his eyes, but he didn’t pause the video.

The next day, someone else asked to watch. Then someone else. Before long, it wasn’t just his ritual — it was everyone’s. Cast and crew crammed together on couches, leaning over shoulders, waiting for that little ping on his phone.

“Put it on the big speaker!” someone would shout, and Malachi, blushing, would cave every time.

It didn’t matter what the video was. You talking about the new book you were reading. You showing off the cookies you baked and burned. You just rambling about how boring your day was. They ate it all up.

“She’s so funny,” Malia would say. “She’s literally the cutest,” Frey added. And Malachi would just sit there, proud and smug, like yeah, that’s my girl.

You had no idea until one night, half-asleep, you FaceTimed him. He picked up immediately, the sound of voices buzzing in the background.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted softly.

You smiled, “Did you get today’s video?”

Before he could answer, a chorus erupted from somewhere off-screen: “YES, WE DID!” “WE LOVE HER!” “DROP ANOTHER ONE, Y/N!”

Your eyes widened. “...What was that?”

Malachi winced, running a hand down his face, trying not to laugh. “Uh… so… funny story.” He turned the camera, revealing half the cast waving dramatically, shouting your name.

“They… might be a little obsessed with your vlogs now,” he admitted, cheeks red. “It’s kind of a… whole thing.”

You laughed so hard you had to cover your face. “Oh my god, Mal. You didn’t tell me you were sharing them!”

“They begged!” he defended, but his smile was unshakable. “Honestly? I love it. I love that they love you. It feels like you’re here with me, every day.” His voice dropped quieter, just for you. “And I kinda need that.”

Your heart ached in the best way. Maybe you’d keep sending them. Maybe forever.

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[malachibartonsangel]

hidden sparks - malachi barton

malachi barton x fem!bsf!reader

requested: no.

warnings: this was written with three days of no sleep, running on multiple energy drinks!, mild smut, suggestive jokes/innuendo, (lots of) flirty teasing, mention of incest (i promise it sounds worse than it is!) very long chapter ahead (9600+ words), light swearing, and maybe more??

today was it. the day you'd been so nervous about. the thought keeping you up at most nights. and it finally arrived.

on one hand, so many girls would kill to even be able to hang out with malachi, and you felt lucky to have him. on the other hand, he was your best friend, and so to literally have to makeout with him? on camera? you knew you were in for a treat.

the cast already teased you guys nonstop about your closeness, insisting that you two are a couple.

and when they found out you'll not only kiss a few times throughout the movie, but also have to straight up makeout with him? yeah... couldn't wait to film that scene with the flirtiest person you know.

"hey, you okay? you're all zoned out." hailee steinfeld asked, sitting beside you in the green room.

malachi was currently filming a scene with the others, while you hung back, not needed right away.

"yeah. i'm okay, thanks." you smiled, grateful to have such caring people around you. they couldn't have picked a better cast.

"soo, whatcha thinkin bout then? the lil intimate moment later with malachiii?" she smirked, clearly teasing.

"ha ha." you laughed sarcastically. "but if i'm being honest? yeah. kinda. i just- i've never had that, y'know? this is the first movie where he has to kiss someone on screen." you explained. she instantly noticed the seriousness in your voice.

"yeah, but off screen, he's kissed a few girls already, and i'm sure he doesn't mind. after all, he's flirting with everyone that crosses his path. hell, he could flirt with a fucking lamppost if he wanted to." she chuckled, smiling at you.

"yeah, you're right." you giggled. "i still feel like... weird, y'know? i've also obviously kissed people, on and off screen, but never like this."

"if it makes you uncomfortable, i'm sure malachi would understand. he'd talk to the directors for you." she reassured.

"hailee... it's weird that it doesn't. i've never felt more comfortable with someone in my whole life. and that's what scares me. i feel like it's weird because i don't mind." you admitted quietly, though she heard you loud and clear.

"oh love, he makes it clear that he doesn't mind either. y'know... i chatted with his mom earlier."

"what'd she say?"

"that she's never seen him happier. you make him want to be better. she once saw you as the daughter she never had. now she sees you as the girl who makes her son light up everytime you walk in. the person who makes him feel the most at home. she sees you as more than just his best friend- whatever that means to the two of you." hailee explained, eyes filled with love. you're the little sister she never had. that's a different kind of bond. unique, even.

"i mean, that's what friends are for, right? we're only ever gonna be friends. it's always been like that." you chuckled, shrugging with a shy smile.

"whatever you say. mark my words, he likes you as more than a friend. everyone knows but you two." before you could deny it, she spoke again.

"besides. it won't be as weird as you think. you're not the one that has to be a literal cockblock and walk in on you two sticking your tongue down eachother's throats." she smirked.

"HAILEE! DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT! now i'm gonna- ugh." you scolded, almost admitting something.

"you're gonna- what? think about my words while you... makeout?" she whispered the last word teasingly.

you rolled your eyes at her. before you could say something though, a voice beat you to it.

"what words?" you both jumped, turning around to see just the boy you were talking about. great.

"omg, chi! don't just come in unannounced! i almost had a heart attack." you scolded as he walked in your direction, sitting beside you. out of everywhere. your thighs touched, arms brushing against eachother before he lifted his arm, and slung it around your shoulder. preventing you from moving.

you grabbed the water bottle from the table the best you could, only resulting in you accidentally moving closer to him- if that was even possible with the way he was pressed against you.

"you two are impossible." caleb walked in, sitting down on the other couch.

you just rolled your eyes, taking a few sips of your water before offering some to malachi, which he gladly took.

everyone else stepped into the room, taking a seat on either the couch or a chair nearby.

no one noticed the unusual thing malachi did.

no one, but maya hawke.

her eyes narrowed as she watched the boy take sips of your water and give it back to you.

normally, when it was anyone else, he'd do a waterfall. but with you? never.

for some unknown reason.

she kept quiet though, making a mental note to talk to you about it soon, and moved on to a conversation that was happening around her.

you finally relaxed, leaning into him, head on his shoulder as he pressed his cheek against the top of your head, sighing and closing his eyes, clearly loving it.

the day moved on with you two messing around set, joking and laughing while his flirts became more and more bold, intense as ever.

when it was time to rehearse the scene before filming, everyone gathered, watching everything happen as the director explained what you had to do.

"okay. malachi, i want your hands on her waist. when i say 'action' you guys kiss. your hands stay on his chest. and after a few seconds, i want you- malachi- to push her against the wall. got it?" he explained, waiting to see if the latter understood.

the boy just nodded, waiting for further instructions, a smirk placed on his face.

"okay, we're gonna run it through now. any questions?" when he didn't get an answer, he clapped his hands together and moved on. "then let's do this, shall we?" he went to sit down, waiting for malachi to be in position before starting.

"aaand... action!"

as soon as the words left his mouth, malachi leaned in and kissed you, his hands-like instructed- on your waist, while yours were on his chest.

he then -very gently- pushed you against the wall a few steps behind you, hands firmly staying on your hips, just like yours stayed on his chest, standing all stiff.

"CUT! uhm, guys? you need to loosen up, this is supposed to be romantic and intense, not awkward and boring." he commented as you pulled away from the kiss to look at him.

"the push was way too gentle for someone who's about to makeout. i don't think i have to explain to you how making out works." he continued to criticize.

"no, we're okay." you replied, following malachi to the middle of the room to stand on your marks again.

"then act like it. don't be yourselves, be lucy and eli... feel their emotions." the director sternly said, the others having to stifle a laugh at his exaggarated movements.

"got it!" malachi said, making the director once again yell 'action' after a few seconds.

"and, action!"

leaning in for another kiss, he pinned you against the wall, still being way too gentle about it, but the director decided to wait and see the rest of the take.

he was about to deepen the kiss, completely forgetting to say his line.

you smirked, fighting off the laugh that was threatening to escape.

"CUT!"

you sighed, both of your heads turning towards the director.

"barton! you were supposed to say your line!" his eyes widened in realization.

"rightt! i knew i forgot something!" you chuckled, returning back to your marks.

"ready? and, ACTION!"

you walked backwards, stopping when you hit the wall, kissing malachi back, moving in sync.

the director yelled once more, seconds after mal was supposed to say his line.

"CUT!"

"fuck!" his forehead leaned against yours, cursing at himself, eyes closed in annoyance.

"sorry! i don't know what's going on with me today..." he sighed, shaking his head with a chuckle.

"it's okay, chi. happens to everyone." you assure him, taking your places once more.

"and, ACTION."

the barton boy once again connected his lips with yours, pushing you against the wall a little less gentler.

you could feel the way he smiled against your mouth, but before the kiss could deepen, you tapped his neck, initiating for him to say his line.

you both said your lines, continuing to kiss, but the director's voice made you pull away.

"CUT! that was good, guys!"

"listen... we forgot the lights, but do it exactly like this. don't stop kissing until hailee comes in, alright? lights please!" he said, clapping his hands together again, sitting down as everyone went in position.

"aaand... ACTION!"

malachi closed the gap, lips moving against one another naturally.

he pushed you against the wall much rougher than before, eyes closed as his hands roamed all over your body.

the room was dark, only lit up by the moonlight outside the set window, red LED's making the kiss feel even more intense.

"you drive me crazy..." he said between kisses.

"prove it, baby." you delivered your line perfectly.

your cold hands wandered from his chest, to his neck, and then trailed down again, slipping under his shirt as his stomach fluttered under your touch, letting out a noise that sounded like a whimper, tongue licking your bottom lip, asking for entry, and you granted it.

malachi just slightly grinded against you, unconsciously, not even noticed by him or anyone else.

anyone else, but you.

and hailee.

you didn't say anything to him about it though, not wanting him to feel embarassed or uncomfortable, even.

and besides, you'd never admit it out loud... but it was kinda hot...

your fingers traced his abs, his shirt having ridden up.

that was not in the script.

but it felt too good to stop now.

you both pulled away for a second, needing air, before malachi once again leaned in, lips teasing yours, moving just enough to make you catch your breath, daring you to pull him closer.

and you did, letting one hand slip out from beneath his shirt, fingers gripping his neck as the kiss deepened, full of lust and pent-up emotions.

before he could get any bolder and grind against you more obviously, there was a quick knock on the fake door and hailee barged in, already in character as maren.

which you were thankful for, considering that your mom and his parents were watching, making it embarassing enough as it is, they don't need to see their son grinding while making out with you-his literal best friend- just for this movie.

"i found- oh." she said, analyzing the situation before her.

you both pulled away, panting heavily, not moving away from each other, turning your heads toward the woman a few feet away next to you, her shocked expression making malachi smirk, having to contain himself from laughing.

in the script, it said that she had to act shocked, but she wasn't acting right now.

she just saw him grind on you- who she thought of as her little sister- while making out. and he didn't even notice. neither did the others. only you two did.

he buried his face in your neck, cheeks heating as maren continued.

you just tried not to laugh, knowing he was also holding it in, which is why he improvised, and you thanked god the camera was only recording from the side, which meant your smile couldn't be seen on screen.

"you guys are gross. we leave you alone for two minutes, and you're making out already?" hailee tried her best not to laugh and mess up the take.

"we weren't-" she interrupted you, not wanting to hear what you had to say. the camera captured malachi still hiding against your neck, while neither of your hands moved. you were holding his neck, thumb scratching just enough to not be seen on screen, but enough to warn him not to make a sound.

he tried to focus on something else, figuring he wouldn't have to laugh if distracted, so he started kissing your neck, nibbling and biting your skin to muffle his chuckles.

but also to tease you. he's always loved messing with you during scenes.

your heart raced, thoughts filled with things you'd never admit out loud. nobody knew what he was doing, except you.

they saw him hide his face, and knew he was holding in his laugh.

but you were the one who felt him kiss and suck on your neck with that boyish grin of his, trying to stay composed.

"i don't wanna hear your excuses, lucy. now c'mon. i found something." maren stated, walking away with a scoff, muttering words of disgust to herself.

malachi picked up his head, smirk visible.

"well, that was fun." he said, faces still close.

"fun? eli... that was embarassing." you replied, fighting with yourself not to look down at his lips again. that wasn't like your character.

he, on the other hand, just shrugged, shamelessly eyeing your lips.

he then leaned down, connecting his lips with yours once more.

that wasn't in the script.

it said you have to follow maren out the door.

but you played along, lips moving slowly against his, the complete opposite of the fast, hungry kisses a minute ago.

when you pulled away after a few seconds, he chased your lips unconsciously, still breathless from the makeout prior.

"babe..." he panted quietly.

also not in the script.

"let's go. they're waiting." you said, waiting for him to pull away before taking his hand, fingers interwining as you walked out the door, the light from the hallway shined into the room, and when you were halfway out the door, the little wet spot on your neck was red-yellowish, though neither of you noticed in the dark.

"CUT!" the director yelled the second you were out the fake door.

you both let out a sigh of relief, and as soon as your eyes met, you bursted out laughing.

"you're lucky you didn't laugh. i would've been so mad if that was all for nothing." you said between giggles, playfully hitting his shoulder, coming to a halt in front of everyone.

he quickly grabbed your hips, pulling you into him despite his laughs, making you yelp, your face buried in his neck as you hugged.

when the laughter died down, he sighed, smirking as an idea came to his mind.

"tickle monsterr." malachi said teasingly, starting to tickle your sides.

he hasn't done that in so long.

you both used to do that as kids and young teens, but stopped one random day and haven't thought about it since.

until now.

"no. stoppp." you giggled, squirming in his hold as you pulled away, holding his hands to prevent him from tickling you further.

the director confirmed what you, malachi and hailee hoped.

"and that's a wrap on another kiss scene!"

"the improv was great, guys! couldn't have gone better." he praised, moving on to talk to some crew member.

you now had a quick break, so you went to the green room, slumping down on the couch with a huff.

"that was something." malachi plopped down next to you, sipping on some water he got off the snack table.

"yeah." the cast came in, smirking like they had something planned.

malachi handed you the water, watching you sip.

"soo... you guys thirsty after all that kissing, huh?" caleb spoke up first, grinning like an idiot as he watched you two, everyone else hiding their laughs.

malachi turned to him, confused.

"yeah? that's normal. you make it seem like you've never been thirsty after a makeout before." he tilted his head, not knowing where this was going.

"you sure you're not thirsty for something else?"

you almost spat out your water, but choked on it instead.

the boy's jaw only dropped, turning to help you by patting your back.

hailee snorted as everyone laughed in shock.

"you– did not... just say that." you said in between coughs.

malachi on the other hand, was speechless.

the only thing he could do was pat your back, completely flustered.

when you stopped coughing, he smiled shyly, as if he didn't literally just makeout with you on camera a few minutes ago.

"you good?" he asked, chuckling quietly.

"yeah. thanks." you replied, seeing him try to hold in his laugh.

you huffed, giggling, hiding your face in your hands in embarassment.

after many jokes and a lot of teasing, everyone engaged in their own conversations, talking with one another.

the good thing is, they didn't see the bruise that was starting to form on your neck.

your hair was on your shoulder, unknowingly hiding it very well.

until malachi's hand went from drawing shapes on your shoulder with his finger, to playing with your hair. all while listening to caleb tell a story.

"NO WAY! IS THAT FROM MALACHI EARLIER?!" hailee yelled, and you turned to look at her in confusion.

"what?" you and malachi asked in unison.

she just pointed to the bruise, eyes widening in shock with a teasing smirk.

the cast all turned to look at your neck, equally as shocked as hailee.

"what?" you repeated, grabbing your phone and opening the camera app when no one answered.

as soon as you saw it, malachi's lips parted, only now seeing it due to the camera pointing towards the bruise, his hand stilling in your hair.

"oh shit." the boy let out.

"when the fuck did that happen?" caleb once again was the first to speak.

"you see... it's not- well... it's...ugh." you tried, sighing as you gave up, looking at malachi for help.

"don't look at me!" he said, shrugging.

"what do you mean? you did this!"

"i was trying not to laugh!" he defended, chuckling after.

"by giving her a hickey?" hailee asked, grinning.

that shut you two up, lips forming into a thin line as he chuckled.

"i mean, i didn't do it on purpose! but like i said, it prevented me from laughing. so, in a way... you should be thanking me for not having to re-take the scene again." he shrugged, turning to you, hands raised defensively.

"thank you?!" you asked, annoyed.

"you're welcome." malachi smirked, loving the reaction he was getting out of you.

"you're so annoying." you groaned, not even gonna try talking to him further about this.

"and you love me."

"pfft. in your dreams, barton."

"that's right. you are in fact, in my dreams." you turned to him, shocked.

you hit him on the chest, but before you could say anything back, a crew member– john– popped his head in.

"guys? we need you two again." he looked at you and malachi.

"for what?"

"yeah, i thought we had a break."

"you did, but there was a mistake with the plans. you have another kissing scene in five minutes." he told you, leaning against the doorframe patiently.

"mistake with the plans?" malachi repeated.

"another kissing scene? ugh." you groaned, head thrown back in exhaustion.

"c'mon superstar. let's go." he stood up, extending his hand.

you took his hand with a sigh, standing up. "i don't wanna." your hand was still in his, but before you could register his hand leaving yours, he bent a little and suddenly slung his arms around your waist, standing up straight with you over his shoulder.

"malachi! what are you-" you held yourself up with your hands on his lower back, gripping it tightly, nails scratching his skin through his thin shirt.

the others were filming the whole situation, finding this very funny.

you didn't though.

"if you don't wanna walk to set, then i'm gonna have to carry you and make you kiss me again."

"even if you don't... i don't really have a choice in this. put me down."

"nope. i'm good." he gripped your thighs just a little tighter to not risk you falling as you squirmed, though it was no use. he was too strong.

you threatened him, hearing everyone laugh at that.

"relax, babe! i'll let you down soon." he assured, despite his words having no actual intention of letting go anytime soon.

you just sighed, finally slumping down and giving up.

"now, where's your phone?" he asked, turning around in all directions and walking all over the room searching for it.

"on the couch." he grabbed the phone, holding it out for you to take behind his back.

you took it, trying to somehow put it in the back pocket of your jeans.

when you finally felt it sit still, you relaxed again.

"i thought you were gonna hold it?"

"i'm scared it's gonna fall."

"it's gonna fall either way if it's in your- ...here." he held onto your thighs with his one hand while the other grabbed your phone. out of your back pocket.

you felt it being taken out, not knowing what he wanted to do.

but he just put it in his front pocket instead, finally walking out of the room, following the crew member that was patiently waiting by the door.

everyone he walked past just watched in amusement, clearly enjoying the show.

your phone began to ring, which caused him to pull it out and hand it over to you, still upside down over his shoulder.

"hello?" you didn't even see who it was before picking up, and neither did malachi, too focused on trying to find out where to go.

"heyyy! what are you doingg?" the voice rang out, so faint that you had to pull away and look at the contact name.

'goldhunter👸🤞🏼' you read, making you realize who it was, turning up the volume a bit.

"freya. hey. uhm, i'm kinda about to go on set again."

"again? i thought you had a break?"

"yeah, we thought that too. but the plans had a mistake so now me and malachi have to film another scene together. everyone else has a break already."

"ohh. wait, just you two?"

"yeah. look, i'll call you back soon, okay?"

"alright. have fun. don't do anything i wouldn't do." she teased.

"ha-ha. bye freya."

"byee." you hung up.

"malachi. where the hell are you going?"

"honestly? i have no idea. i lost sight of john." he mentioned the crew member who originally guided you to the set.

"are you serious?" you didn't tell him you were recording, capturing your annoyed look, hair still somehow looking fabulous as ever even while upside down.

"yeah. oh, wait, i found him." he turned, walking towards the said man.

you just sighed, talking to the camera.

"anyways, hey guys! as you can see, i'm getting kidnapped right now, for some reason." you lifted the camera to show the back of malachi's head.

"it's not kidnapping. i'm just... borrowing your existence for a scene."

"borrowing my existence? that's what you came up with? out of everything you could've said, you chose that?"

"yeah. you're not getting naseous, are you?"

"no." you said, sighing.

"good."

"wait, if i'd said yes, would you have put me down?"

"most likely."

"then yes."

"too late."

"it's too late to apologizee-" you sang, completely unbothered.

just then, you arrived. malachi's mother was there again, just like she was for the makeout scene, which was very embarassing... but hey, it's work!

"malachi. what are you doing? let this poor girl down." she said, chuckling at your chilled state, continuing to sing the song 'apologize' by justin timberlake.

"i will... in a second." he reassured her, still not letting go.

"see? even your mom is on my side. do you know what that means?"

"yeah. absolutely nothing?"

"no! it means i'm just better. i'm the favorite, of course."

"you're not even her real daughter?"

"exactly. which means i'm her favorite daughter." you smirked into the camera, showing felicia, who just shook her head.

"ew. don't say that. hypothetically, that means i just made out with my sister on camera. and am about to film yet another kiss scene with her. that's disgusting. so... i don't see you as a sister." he pulled a disgusted face, looking at his mother for her opinion.

"malachi! that's so weird! don't say that! now i'm disgusted. i have to cut this all out now." you hit his back, causing him to smirk.

"did you just call her disgusting?" felicia asked, arms crossed.

"what? no! i meant that if she would really be my sibling... it means i kissed my sister? that's nasty." his smile dropped fast, trying to explain to his mother what he really meant.

"yeah. that's gross. why are you even talking about this?"

"cause. i said i'm your favorite and he said i'm not even your daughter. i caught it on camera! and when i said i'm still your favorite daughter he started talking about this incest stuff. so basically, he's the weird one."

"if i'm so weird, why do you still talk to me? none the less kiss me?"

"that's unfair. you know i have to for the movie. and i'm only talking to you because of your mom." you smirked, tracing his back muscles.

"mhm. yeah. you would love to just kiss me whenever."

"pfft, in your dreams barton."

"i already told you once, you are in fact appearing in my dreams like you belong there. which you kind of do by now."

"you're so annoying."

"you love me."

"don't count on it."

"you two, are impossible." felicia chuckled, walking off to get some snacks.

"okay, may our two lovebirds take their places, please!" the director calls out, causing you to roll your eyes, ending the video as malachi smirks.

"yessir." he says, taking you towards your marks.

"wait, what scene are we doing again?" he asks as soon as he put you down.

"scene 37." the director answers.

malachi- confused as ever- doesn't respond, looking at you to elaborate.

you just fix your shirt, running a hand through your hair, not noticing his stare.

you finally look up, catching him staring, not even trying to hide it by looking away.

"what?" you tilt your head, smiling.

"nothing. i just asked what scene we were doing." he did the triangle method, not even noticing that he did.

but neither did you, too focused on staying still so the makeup team can fix your appearance, while some other one's worked on the barton boy.

"oh, we're doing scene 37, i think?" malachi looks at you in confusion.

"i know that much. but i need an explanation, maybe?" he glanced at your lips, seeing the woman take out a lipliner and use it on you.

"...the one where we kiss again in the hallway." you elaborated after she was done lining your lips, grabbing some lipgloss to finish the look.

malachi's hair was being fixed while you two chatted.

"oh, alright." they finished a few minutes after, and you went to the other marks you were supposed to start walking down the hall from, holding hands like instructed.

"okay, let's do this, people! in one take, if possible!" the director just jinxed it. like always.

"and... action!"

you two began walking, already in character as eli and lucy.

just before your marks, you stopped, with him turning to you.

"lucy? what's wrong?" eli asked.

"nothing..." you leaned in, pecking his lips really quickly.

he smiled, hands going around your waist again.

"what was that for?" you just shrugged, not giving him an answer and pecking his lips again.

"am i not allowed to kiss you now?"

"you are."

"then stop complaining." another peck.

but before you could pull away enough to look into his eyes once more, he closed the gap, giving you a real kiss.

he then pushed you against the hallway wall- just like before in the other room- hitting your marks perfectly.

"eli..." you whispered between kisses, hand moving from his biceps to his shoulders.

the boy just hummed, not once stopping.

"we... we need to- get to... the others." he didn't let you speak properly, too into it to pause.

then silence.

you tried so hard not to laugh, but after half a minute of just kissing, you burst out laughing the second you registered what malachi said.

"i... forgot my line." he muttered between kisses, pulling away and smiling once he heard your laugh.

"CUT!" the director yelled.

"barton! what happened? cat got your tongue?"

"no, lucy did." he smirked.

you only hit his chest as he continued.

"joking! i forgot my line. again. what was i supposed to say?" the boy looked around, not sure how the scene was supposed to go.

his mom handed a crew member the script, who gave it to him, allowing him to read the scene again.

the makeup artist was fixing your lipcombo once more.

"wait... let me see it aswell." you said, tugging him closer by his bicep, looking down at the paper full of words.

"okay, got it." he gave it back after a minute, walking back to the first mark.

"chi..."

"yeah?" he turned to look at you.

"you have lipgloss on your lips." you snorted, watching him try to wipe it away with his thumb.

"can someone hand me a tissue, please?" you called out, thanking the crew member that gave it to you before grabbing malachi's face with your non-dominant hand, wiping his lips with the other.

he just let you do your thing, looking down at you in silence.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you tilt your head, glancing up at his eyes.

"like what?" he asks, smirking.

"like that, malachi." you say, continuing to wipe away the lipgloss on his lips, biting your lip in focus while doing so.

"i don't know what you're talking about." he shrugged, trying not to move his mouth too much.

"whatever. i'm done." you let go of his face, blinking up at him before walking away to throw it in the trash, hitting your mark beside him after.

the director yelled action.

the scene was done the same. he remembered his lines, kissed you again and walked out of frame. it was the perfect shot... but when the director yelled cut, someone groaned, cussing out loud.

"what?" someone from the crew asked.

"i forgot to hit record!" the sound guy stated.

this of course meant you had to re-shoot the scene once more.

lucky you...

"alright, take three! ready? aaand, action!"

you stopped in the middle of the hallway again, pecking him three times and saying your lines just like before, but the way malachi was looking at you? it made you feel some type of way.

you weren't the type to get nervous around boys like this.

this was new.

but you two were acting. after all, he was a good actor. you could give him that.

he pushed you against the wall roughly, much more desperate than earlier when you had to makeout in lucy's bedroom.

the kiss was so intense you almost forgot your line this time.

"eli... we- have to- get to... get to the others." you tried to say between kisses.

"they can wait..."

"no- eli... not now. we gotta find the papers." you whispered, the mic just barely picking it up.

malachi groaned into the kiss, slowly pulling away, your bottom lip between his teeth.

he let it go, creating space between the two of you. "alright. you owe me a do-over, though."

"whatever you say, professor." he rolled his eyes, taking your hand and tugging you down the hall with him.

"CUT!" the director called out when you were out of the shot.

"that was perfect, guys! that's a wrap on scene 37!"

"thank god." you sighed, walking to the snack table to get a water.

it looks like malachi had the same idea, because as soon as you put down the water bottle, he picked it up and drank out of it.

there were so many other bottles, but for some reason, he always prefers yours.

you once asked him why he always does that, and he answered with 'it tastes better that way'.

to which you just shrugged, brushing it off.

he was weird like that, so you just let him do it. after all, it never really bothered you, you were just curious.

he sat down on the armchair, taking another sip before putting it away.

"move." you told him.

he only smirked, leaning back and manspreading, patting his thigh.

you just sighed, deciding that it's better than leaning against the side of the couch, so you just sat down on his lap sideways, curling up, head on his chest.

he put his arms around you, grabbing a nearby blanket and throwing it over you, considering that you had shorts on.

"my lips are starting to hurt again..." you huffed, pouting a little.

"yeah, mine too." he leaned his chin on your head, rubbing your arm soothingly.

"honestly? i'm not surprised." your mom said from the side, eating a chocolate bar.

"same. you teenagers have something that us adults don't. i could never kiss someone for that long." felicia shook her head, leaning against the wall.

"that's weird... i thought you and loren for sure would've been like this many years ago... i mean... isn't that how malachi got made?" all three of their eyes widen, the said boy put a hand over your mouth, stopping you from talking any more.

"BABE!" he complained, holding your mouth shut a little harder when he felt you open your mouth to talk.

"that's so weird! how can you say that to my MOM?! in front of me, may i add?!" he continued, acting dramatic once again.

you just rolled your eyes, hearing felicia talk.

"she's not wrong, though. but that was more than a decade ago. not doing that today anymore." she said, unbothered.

you licked his hand, wanting to reply.

"EW!" he instantly pulled away.

mission completed successfully.

"what do you mean, 'ew'? we share more spit filming this movie than in real life." you turned to face him.

"still. normally it's just when we're drinking out of the same bottle." he shrugged, continuing to draw random shapes on your arm again.

"anyway. what did i wanna say again? oh. right!" you remembered.

"did you ever think, that both our moms literally watched us- not just kiss- but full on makeout? just for this movie." malachi stayed silent, completely speechless.

"oh shit. i never thought of that." he finally said.

"AND your dad, too." you added, making his eyes widen.

"fuck... well now i'm embarassed. why did you have to come to set today, out of all days, mom?!" he blushed, complaining to his mother.

"today was the first day we actually had time, malachi."

"yeah, i know... apparently luck just isn't on my side today." he sighed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"it's okay. there's nothing we can do now. they've already seen the worst."

"at least i've got you on my side, though." he added to his previous statement, smirking.

"the worst? nah, that would've been if we caught you two-" your mom snorted.

"OKAYYY! maybe we take it down a notch. my son is embarassed enough as it is. we do not need to make it worse, thank you." felicia interrupted her, grabbing her shoulders and walking away.

"oh, come on! he's your only son! it's kinda your job to embarass him..." you heard as they walked out of earshot, only seeing them laugh and search for his father.

"that was something." he then spoke up.

"you said the exact same thing earlier in the break room." you pointed out.

"oh, right." he picked up his head, leaning back more so he's comfortable.

"...how about a quick power nap? i'll text my dad to wake us in time for the next scene." he suggested, yawning after.

"yeah. that sounds great." you said sleepily, yawning, eyes already closed.

malachi pulled out his phone, texting his father to wake them up later. he then grabbed your hips and legs, pulling you up more, so you sat on his lap more comfortably, your head now resting on his collarbone.

he sighed, pulling the blanket over him before resting his cheek against your forehead and hairline, giving it a quick kiss and going back in position, eyes closed and drifting off to dreamland.

later, when his dad finally found them sleeping close together, a crew member-john again- was there before him, taking a picture and sending it to the whole groupchat.

he also posted the picture on instagram, knowing it will blow up instantly.

loren didn't know that though, due to john already being gone when he arrived.

in the picture, you could see your lips shining from the leftover lipgloss.

malachi's lips? they had the other half of lipgloss on them, aswell as some smudged lipliner.

you two looked so exhausted, but so cozy, you'd think this was a normal occurence.

and to be honest, it was, this position was just new. otherwise, the cast has a whole collection full of pictures of you two cuddling somewhere, fully asleep.

"guys? c'mon, wake up. you need to get ready for the next scene." loren took a picture before waking you up, sending it to his wife.

"hmm?" you woke up first, eyes opening just slightly, the light just a bit too bright.

"hey... wake him up, will you? i do need to get felicia." he said, walking away after hearing your hum of agreement.

"chi..." your hand was on his chest, playing with his chain.

he didn't budge, and you couldn't really sit up due to his head preventing yours from moving, his one arm slung around your waist, hand hovering over your stomach, while the other was resting on your thigh under the blanket.

"malachi. wake up." he stirred awake, feeling you place a small kiss on his neck.

"five more minutes..." his hold on you tightened, raspy voice thick with sleep.

"we gotta get ready, sleeping beauty."

"you're the real beauty over here." he smirked, glancing at you with one open eye.

"c'mon. the director is gonna yell at us like last time if we're late, again." he just groaned, arms tightening around you once more.

he eventually let go after a few minutes, needing to 'officially wake up' while cuddling.

even though you acted annoyed, you did like his clingy side. more than you should actually. he'll never need to know that though.

later, in the evening, you just finished up the last scene with everyone, all going their seperate ways into their trailers, when someone knocked on yours not too long after.

confused, you open the door.

"hi? what's up?" you asked, looking hailee in the eyes.

you all planned to have a sleepover tonight, but that wasn't until later tonight.

"we need to talk before everyone gets here." she walked past you, holding all kinds of snacks and a few blankets in her arms.

"that's... never a good start to a conversation." you closed the door, locking it again and joining her on the floor, leaning against the bed.

"the girls are on their way already, don't worry." she informed you, and just then, there was another knock on the door, causing her to jump up and squeal, running to open the door.

"hey guys! come in, come in." hailee let the two inside, with them joining you on the floor. their arms were also filled with snacks.

"do you guys want to have diabetes?" you say, watching them line up the desserts in the middle of the circle, four blankets covering you all.

"don't be dramatic. we're obviously not gonna eat everything at once. we're not animals." ella purnell shrugged, connecting her phone to the speaker hailee brought.

"alright. what did you wanna talk about that the boys can't hear?"

"and before you say anything, i want to make it clear that the walls here are pretty thin. i recently found out that malachi over there, can hear us if we're speaking a bit louder." you warn them, pointing behind you as if to say the boy is over there, which he was. well, his trailer at least.

"right. then let's start, shall we?" maya hawke chuckled, moving along to the music in the background.

"alright. because you mentioned it..." ella grinned, letting maya continue. "speaking of malachi."

you groaned, already knowing where this was headed. "seriously? again?"

"yes, again. when were you gonna tell us your song blur is about him?"

"no it's not!"

"you spelled his name in the chorus! and hid every initial with the first letter of the words!"

and of course, because the universe thought it would be funny, 'blur' started playing from the speakers, your voice filling the room.

"the song is about him?!"

"I KNEW IT!"

"guys, no it's not. you're being delusional. we're just friends."

"you're literally acting like adrien agreste from miraculous. you're made for eachother, but apparently, malachi is marinette in this one." maya laughed, which made the other two girls join in, continuing to make jokes like that.

ella grabbed a paper and a pen, writing down the lyrics to your song, gasping when she circled every first letter.

"guys? hailee, you were right. it does spell his name! i never noticed. that's so cute!"

"she's the shakespeare of hiding hints in song lyrics." maya gaped at the sight if the paper, seeing his name clearly spelled out.

the chorus:

Maybe it’s just the way you look at me,

A little spark that no one else can see,

Late in the dark, your name’s in my head,

All that i want are the words left unsaid,

Can’t tell if i’m dreamin or losing my mind,

Holding it in, but you’re all i can find,

I keep it quiet… this feeling inside.

"told ya. and it's catchy too." hailee put on your most recent song, it being blur, of course.

you just blushed, speechless as they squealed, excited cause they cracked the code. the three girls started talking about the other lyrics, everything making sense now that they know.

"OMG WAIT! i totally forgot!!! what the hell was that today?" hailee smirked, topic changing.

"today? nothing happened today!..." you insisted, stopping yourself from denying anything else to think for a second.

"...what happened today?" the question made all three of them look at each other, amused.

"okay. look, you two haven't noticed, but..." hailee turned to the other two girls in the room.

"y'know when her and malachi had to makeout today?" your eyes widen, a gasp escaping you before you could stop yourself.

"don't say it. please don't say it." you pulled your knees to your chest, whispering to yourself as you rocked back and forth, cheeks heating up at the mention.

"yeah?"

"what happened?"

"i can't do this. please." you basically begged the steinfeld girl to let it go, but it was no use.

"they have to know!" she said, finally telling them what she meant.

the camera hailee set up a few feet away to capture everyone's reaction was recording.

the two girls leaned in, listening closely as the steinfeld girl whispered it.

"you know when they were making out? before i walked in lucy's bedroom, he fucking grinded on her. i kid you not, i've never seen anyone that desperate for someone in my life." the gasps that the two girls let out were so loud, if someone were to walk by they'd think someone just got murdered.

ella and maya turned to you, surprised as ever.

your lips formed into a thin line, feeling their gazes on you, but not yet looking at them, blushing madly.

"it's not that big of a deal."

"girl, what do you mean? that's a huge deal."

"did he talk to you about this after? or does he not know that you know?"

"he... didn't even notice that he did it."

their jaws dropped, while hailee just smirked, nodding proudly. "do you see the problem now? i wanted to talk to you about this as soon as we were done, but you were with him the whole day. and i didn't wanna say anything in front of him, cause obviously he doesn't know." she turned to you.

"wait... i also know something." maya said, causing you three to look at her, waiting to hear what she has to say. "you know how malachi always drinks out of your water bottles?"

you nod, "yeah. but when i asked him why, he said that it just tastes better that way, so i just let it go. he's always been weird, as long as he stays hydrated, i'm happy." you shrug, not knowing the point she was trying to make.

"no, not that. i saw that whenever he shares a drink with someone, he does a waterfall, right?"

"yeah, and?"

"he doesn't do that with you."

"yeah, because- ...wait huh?" you interrupted yourself, thinking about her words.

"oh my gosh. i didn't even realize-... what the heck? i never noticed that. you could be a detective with the way you pay close attention to details, y'know that?" you tried to divert the attention to her.

"thanks, but i kinda already have a job." maya says sarcastically.

"oh really? i never knew that. what do you do for a living?" you matched her energy.

"make fun of you and interfere with your love life, obviously."

"...not funny." you deadpan, smiling despite yourself.

"anyway, do you ever plan on actually telling him?" ella asked

"tell him what?"

"that you like him?!" maya said in a 'duh' tone.

"what? that's bullshit. i don't like him! not like that, at least."

"yes you do! and he likes you too!"

"no, he doesn't! we're friends."

"he literally calls you babe."

"maybe because he's just joking? we date in the movie, not in real life. that's just his way of annoying me."

"you literally wrote a song about him!" hailee brought it up again.

"no i didn't! i never confirmed it was about malachi!"

just then, a knock interrupted you guys, but that didn't stop her from talking, so you just rolled your eyes, finally finding a way to get out of that conversation.

"i'll get it." you stood up, walking to the door, but still hearing them talk.

"you don't need to confirm anything. the evidence is literally right here."

"-and not to mention on your face when you look at him."

"i don't look at him any different than i look at you guys!" you sighed, trying to defend yourself.

"LIAR!"

"we're just friends!"

"friends who makeout."

"FOR THE MOVIEE!" you chuckle despite yourself.

"nah, i'm about to start calling you adrien and malachi, marinette."

"hailee... don't you dare." you opened the door, only to find the three boys waiting by the door, already in pajamas.

"oh i will."

"even better, mike and eleven from season three..."

"maya! oh my gosh that's actually accurate HA!"

"oh, hey guys! c'mon in." you said extra loud, warning the girls that they would enter your trailer, stepping aside to let them enter, giving everyone a hug as they passed you. malachi of course being the first.

the boys only heard the stranger things reference, everything before that muffled due to the door.

walking back to the others after closing the trailer door, you found everyone in a much bigger circle now, while the girls just smirked, the only free spot left was beside malachi. of course they were all in on it.

"so, what were you girls doing before we came?" dylan asked, causing the three girls to smirk and immediately divert their gazes to you.

your cheeks heated under everyone's eyes, hiding your face in your hands, head hung low in embarassment.

"woah. what... was that?" malachi asked, all the guys confused as hell.

"nothing!" you say, looking up to see the girls wiggling their eyebrows.

your eyes widen when you looked in the middle of the circle.

right there, laying on the snacks, was the paper ella used to 'uncover the secret codes' of your song, with malachi's name indeed spelled out on it.

hailee noticed your shift, and snatched the paper away, crumbling it together and throwing it, aiming for the trash, which she surprisingly hit.

"you guys are acting so weird." caleb then spoke.

"nah. we were just having fun. and now that you're finally here, we can have even more fun." maya covered, grabbing a snack and waiting for ella to pull out the games.

"pfft. yeah, fun..." you mutter under your breath, luckily no one heard.

"what should we start with?" the latter asked, all kinds of games now next to the snacks.

and with that, the evening went on, many different games played, the last game being uno, of course.

but because the normal one was kinda boring, you all decided that uno extreme was way more interesting, and so it began.

(the circle order you're sitting in going from you, to the right: you, hailee, maya, caleb, dylan, ella, malachi.)

(you're in the middle of malachi on your left, hailee to your right if that makes it clearer. on hailee's right, is maya. on her right, caleb. on his right, dylan, on his right, ella. on her right, malachi. on his right, you.)

(i really don't know how else to explain it guys😭)

"guys, if i see one of you cheat again, i'm gonna fucking lose it." caleb warned, holding his 18 cards, 11 of which he had to draw, close to his chest.

"i'm looking at you, malachi." he added, eyes narrowing at the boy.

everyone started agreeing, all saying something about him cheating, it being annoying and all that type of stuff.

"why are you all turning against me?" he raised his hands in disbelief.

you tilted your head, being the only one who didn't say anything about him.

"well, everyone except my girl here." he saw your expression and quickly corrected himself.

"oh, your girl, huh?"

"that sounds about right."

"whipped."

the others teased with a grin, secretly rooting for you two.

"just because i didn't say anything, doesn't mean i don't agree with them, barton." you told him, watching him pull back his arm from around your shoulder, acting hurt.

"wow, the betrayal. here i thought we were a team." he put a hand on his chest, smirk escaping despite his act.

"in uno? never. there are no teams in this game. only rivalry." you shrugged, snorting when ella placed a +10 in the middle, to which dylan also added another ten caleb would have to draw.

"no way. i ain't taking allat. double it and give it to the next person." caleb placed another +10 in the middle, maya now having to draw 30.

she then added +2, hailee having to draw all these cards now.

"hailee. don't do this." you said after quickly checking your cards as soon as caleb laid down the card.

"girl, you said it yourself. there are no teams in this, only rivarly. i'm not drawing like thirty cards." with that, steinfeld placed a +4 in the middle.

you sighed, laughing through the pain.

"how many cards is that?" dylan asked, to which caleb reached forward, counting 36.

"imma place them out for ya." he said, grabbing the deck and loudly counting 36 cards, a whole new stack now in front of you.

"caleb, can you do me a favor, and add four more?"

"why?"

"just go ahead..."

"that's a dumb- okay...?" he did what you asked for, 40 cards now in front of you.

everyone has been joking about the amounf of cards you'd have while caleb had counted them minutes prior, so you had to make it more dramatic.

"hey... wouldn't it be funny if i had another +4?" you asked, shrugging nonchalantly.

by now, dylan was recording everything, the situation being too funny for him.

"babe... you really don't wanna do this." malachi said, glancing at the cards on the small round desk you placed in the middle to make it easier to play.

"i promise you, you do not, want to do this."

they all started saying things, stuff like 'you don't have another one' and 'do it if you're for real.'

"nah, she's bluffing. you're just bluffing..." barton said, laughing.

"am i?" you questioned, adding onto the tension.

"you're not forreal. no way."

you then picked up the card out of all the others, sticking it to your forehead, now in everyone's view.

"isn't that something?!" you said, repeating yourself again and again while everyone laughed, malachi dramatically complaining while you turned to the camera seriously.

"no, no, no, no, no. why. why?" he said, continuing to laugh nervously, adding onto the dramatics even more as the others laughed.

you slid the cards in front of him, laying your plus four in the middle, watching as he grabbed one of his cards he held in his hand.

"...lemme just see, if mine sticks to my forehead..." he then also smacked a +4 against his forehead, the card staying in place.

everyone gasped, laughing in shock, ella's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"no way!"

"he did not just do this."

"now, i begged you not to do this, because i know you love ella... but you gave me no choice here." he added.

you giggled, amused by this whole interaction.

"ella... please tell me you have one..." hailee chuckled, feeling sorry for the girl.

she just shook her head no in dissapointment, speechless.

you all bursted out laughing, joking like never before.

"she started this, only for it to backfire and get all the cards!"

the camera panned to the girl, who grabbed the deck, adding 8 more cards, now holding the 48 cards plus her 12 others that she held in her hand before.

dylan then ended the video and added it to his story.

he put down his phone, the story unknowingly blowing up within minutes of it being uploaded, fans reacting with emojis and saving the video, sharing it through multiple social media platforms, the fans talking about how funny it was, wishing they'd be able to just hangout with you all, and just like always, there were several comments about you and malachi sitting 'too close' to eachother as if it was unusual for you two.

it immediately became one of their favorite moments they saw from this cast, and couldn't wait to see even more.

the last card hit the pile, and everyone groaned, laughing at how ridiculous the game had gotten. the snacks were scattered everywhere, blankets were tangled around knees, and the trailer felt like chaos—but the best kind.

“alright, truce,” hailee declared, grabbing a bag of gummy bears and dumping it in the center. “we need sugar after surviving that insanity.”

malachi leaned back, smirking as he watched everyone scramble for the candy. “you all really went full savage on uno,” he said, voice low, amused.

“hey, we all agreed—rivalry only, no mercy,” caleb shot back, shoving another handful of candy into his mouth.

you reached for a chocolate bar, only to see malachi’s hand inch toward the same wrapper. your fingers brushed briefly, and he froze, blinking at you like he hadn’t expected it. you smirked, tugging the chocolate back.

“what?” you teased.

“nothing,” he muttered, voice softer than usual, quickly hiding a small, round tin he’d pulled from under the blanket.

“oh no… what’s that?” ella leaned in, curiosity piqued.

malachi’s cheeks turned slightly red, and he looked like he might disappear into the floor. “it’s… nothing.”

“c’mon, it’s literally us. what could possibly be nothing?” hailee pressed.

finally, with a reluctant sigh, he opened the tin just enough for everyone to see—tiny, colorful origami cranes, folded so perfectly they almost looked alive.

“wait… you made these?” maya asked, eyes wide.

malachi nodded, fidgeting. “yeah… it’s kind of… a thing i do. helps me focus. calm me down before… stressful days.”

the trailer went quiet for a moment. even dylan’s usual jokes stalled mid-laugh.

“that’s… actually really cool,” you said softly, watching him carefully place a crane back in the tin.

“yeah, who knew barton the chaos king had a tiny origami army in his trailer?” ella laughed, but it was lighthearted, not mocking.

malachi looked at you, a smirk creeping back onto his face. “don’t tell anyone. my reputation’s delicate.”

“your secret’s safe… for now,” you teased, tossing a blanket over your shoulders and glancing around at everyone.

the rest of the night was a mix of casual chatter, half-competitive card games, and quiet giggles when someone got tangled in blankets or accidentally knocked over snacks. but every now and then, malachi would glance at the little tin, his fingers brushing the origami just so, and you caught the smallest, unguarded smile on his face—one nobody else got to see.

it was subtle, almost invisible, but somehow it made the chaotic trailer feel… warm. like maybe, just maybe, this sleepover was exactly where it was supposed to be.

malachibartonsangel speaks!

had to add the little KLS2 (kevin langue show) uno moment at the end of the game...

anyway, i'll probably delete this later on, just cuz it didn't turn out the way i wanted it to :/

not proof read!!

thank you for reading, i hope you liked it!

have a good day/night<3

[kaliuchisangel]

Here me outttt Malachi x reader where she is super tired and he’s laying down somewhere with some of the cast and she comes over and lays down on him and she shivers or smth so he pulls her under his hoodie so her head is on his bear chest and he’s like holding her there as she falls asleep

Safe In Your Arms

Malachi barton x reader

Wc: 590

Warnings: Fluff

MASTERLIST ● TAGLIST

Requests: open

A/N: Enjoy, pookie 😜

You had been everywhere all day—interviews, rehearsals, meet-and-greets—and your body felt like it had been weighed down with a thousand invisible bricks.

You spotted Malachi on the couch, sprawled lazily with a few of the cast, his hoodie slightly bunched up from lounging. His gaze lifted to meet yours as you approached, that lazy grin tugging at his lips.

You didn’t even think—just crawled onto the couch and laid your head against his chest.

"Shivering, huh?" he murmured immediately, his fingers brushing lightly against your back, making your skin tingle.

You nodded against him, lips parted in a soft sigh.

Malachi’s grin softened, almost protective, as he lifted the hoodie over both of you, pulling you gently under it. Your face pressed against his chest, the beat of his heart radiating through you, calming every nerve.

"You feel so tiny in here," he murmured, voice low and intimate. "All soft and warm. I could hold you like this forever."

You melted against him, letting out a soft, sleepy laugh. "I could stay like this forever too."

He chuckled softly, tightening his arm around your waist, fingers brushing soothing circles over your back. One hand found its way to the top of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair.

"You’re mine," he whispered against your hair. "Right here. Right now. I’ve got you. No one else does."

You nuzzled closer, letting out a soft, contented sigh. “I know…” Your words were muffled against his chest, breath slow and even as your body finally surrendered to sleep.

Malachi pressed a soft kiss to your temple, then trailed his lips along the side of your forehead. "So beautiful," he murmured. "Even when you’re falling asleep on me, I swear… you make my heart go insane."

You shifted slightly, just enough for him to adjust, pressing you even closer, letting your head sink deeper into his chest. The hoodie smelled like him, warm and familiar.

"You don’t even know how much I love you," he whispered, voice low and rough with emotion. "Every part of you… your hair, your skin, your warmth, your softness… mine. All mine."

And as you finally drifted into sleep, Malachi held you tighter, lips brushing the top of your head, eyes watching you with awe and love.

"You’re perfect, baby," he murmured softly. "And I’m never letting you go."

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[rosefantasy77]

Hi, can you do a Malachi x gf reader where she goes to the DZ tour and wears the Freya shirt instead of the Malachi shirt and he sees it and gets offended and very jealous?

₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹Jealousy of a Shirt

Summary: Malachi is jealous that you go for your best friend then him

Pairing: girlfriend!reader x Malachi Barton

Warning: None

Notes: This is so awesome. Enjoy!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The DZ tour stop was packed, loud, and glowing with neon lights by the time you squeezed your way toward the barricade.

You’d been texting Malachi all afternoon about how excited you were. He’d even sent you a dramatic voice memo: “Better be wearing my shirt. I expect loyalty.”

Which is exactly why you were currently standing in the crowd wearing a bright, unmistakable Freya shirt.

To be fair, it wasn’t that deep. Freya had handed it to you with puppy eyes and said, “If you love me at all, wear this tonight.” And you did love her. Plus, the design was kind of fire. You figured Malachi would laugh about it.

You figured wrong.

The lights dropped. The crowd screamed. The bass started pounding.

Malachi ran onstage like he always did—full energy, big grin, waving at everyone.

He scanned the front row automatically, searching for you. When his eyes locked onto yours, his smile widened.

Then his gaze dropped.

The smile froze.

You actually saw the exact second he read the name on your shirt.

He blinked. Looked away. Looked back again like maybe his eyes were glitching. Nope. Still Freya.

You gave him a cheerful thumbs-up.

He did not thumbs-up back.

Instead, he dramatically whipped his head toward the other side of the stage like he’d just remembered he had Very Important Business over there. The girl next to you leaned in and whispered, “Wait… do you know him?”

You winced. “Unfortunately.”

For the rest of the set, he was suspiciously extra. Extra dancing. Extra singing. Extra eye contact with literally every fan except you.

At one point he crouched down in front of your section, hyping everyone up—then deliberately skipped over you like you were invisible.

You gasped. “Oh, it’s like that?”

During a slower song, he finally drifted back in front of you. He leaned toward the barricade, mic lowered just enough so only you could hear him.

“Interesting wardrobe choice,” he muttered.

You grinned innocently. “Thanks. It’s called fashion.”

He squinted at you. “It’s called betrayal.”

Then he stood up and hit a high note with unnecessary aggression.

By the time the show ended, you were half-laughing, half-worried you’d actually wounded his fragile ego.

Backstage, he was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, trying very hard to look unbothered.

He failed.

“So,” he said as you approached, not looking at you. “Freya put on a great show tonight, huh?”

You stared at him. “You were onstage too, I think.”

“Oh, was I?” he replied dryly. “Couldn’t tell. My own girlfriend couldn’t even represent.”

You burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh, you are actually jealous.”

“I am not jealous,” he said immediately. “I am… observant.”

“Observant of what?”

“Disrespect.”

You stepped closer, poking his crossed arms until he uncrossed them. “Malachi. It’s a shirt.”

“At my show.”

“She gave it to me!”

“I gave you mine too!”

“Yes, and yours has your face on it,” you shot back. “It’s slightly intimidating.”

He blinked. “It’s called branding.”

You couldn’t hold it together anymore—you were laughing too hard. He tried to stay serious, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

“I texted you,” he continued, trying one last time to defend himself. “I specifically said, ‘Wear my shirt.’”

“And I specifically ignored you.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I noticed.”

You softened, stepping into his space and grabbing the front of his hoodie. “You really thought I’d pick her over you?”

He hesitated just long enough to be dramatic. “I mean… you were chanting her name pretty loud.”

“That was because you skipped me at the barricade!”

He paused. “…That was strategic.”

“You are unbelievable.”

“You are disloyal,” he countered, but his voice had lost all bite.

You reached up and tugged him down by the collar. “Listen carefully, dramatic boy. I came here for you. I screamed for you. I nearly lost my voice for you. The shirt is just fabric.”

He looked down at the Freya logo again. “It’s very aggressive fabric.”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around him. After a second, he melted and hugged you back—tight. Slightly possessive. Definitely still offended, but in a theatrical way.

“Next show,” he mumbled into your hair, “you’re wearing my shirt.”

“We’ll negotiate.”

“No. No negotiation.”

“Maybe I’ll wear both.”

He pulled back, horrified. “Layering loyalty? That’s worse.”

You grinned. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Okay.”

He squinted at you again. “…Maybe a little.”

And honestly? The way he kept an arm around you the rest of the night—like someone might steal you away at any second—was way funnier than the shirt ever could be.

[lucy-literates]

can you do a Malachi x reader where their on picker up and just answer a bunch of fun questions

A/N: Absolutely, I love the Pucker Up videos!

Malachi Barton & His Girlfriend Get WAY Too Competitive on Pucker Up

You’re sitting next to Malachi on a soft pink couch, matching sweatshirts on, knees touching. The Pucker Up logo glows behind you in bubblegum neon. There are cards in your hand. A camera light goes on. Someone offscreen claps.

Interviewer (O.S.): "Okay, you two ready?"

Malachi throws his arm around your shoulder with a grin. “Born ready.”

You smirk at him. “You were born dramatic.”

Question 1: “Who made the first move?”

You both hold up your answer cards: You: ME Malachi: ME

You turn to him with raised eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

He laughs. “You flirted with me first. You wore that hoodie from set, the one I told you looked cute, like, three times.”

“I wore that hoodie because it was cold, not because I was trying to seduce you.”

Malachi leans close, whispering in your ear: “Worked though.”

You elbow him. “Ugh. Fine. Co-first move.”

Question 2: “Who’s more likely to cry during a movie?”

Both hold up: You: ME Malachi: HER 💀

You: “Okay but have you seen ‘The Notebook’?”

Malachi: “Have you seen ‘Finding Dory’? You cried when she found her parents.”

You gasp. “Don’t expose me like that!”

He shrugs, totally unbothered. “I think it’s cute.”

Question 3: “What’s their weirdest habit?”

Malachi holds up: She narrates her life like she’s in a documentary. You hold up: He eats string cheese like it’s a hotdog. No peeling. Just chomp.

You both stare at each other in mutual betrayal.

“I knew you were gonna say the cheese thing,” Malachi mutters.

“You’re a monster, Barton.”

He just kisses your cheek. “Still dating me, though.”

Question 4: “Who’s the better kisser?”

You both smirk. You: ME Malachi: HER (but don’t tell her I said that)

You laugh, holding up his card. “Aww. You softie.”

“I said don’t tell you!”

You lean in and kiss his cheek. “Too late. Ego inflated. You're never getting it back.”

Question 5: “If they could only eat one food forever, what would it be?”

You (about him): Chicken tenders. Malachi (about you): Those weird spicy pickles she hides in the fridge.

You both burst out laughing.

“You do eat like a six-year-old,” you tease.

He leans over and whispers, “Say that again when you’re stealing my fries at 2 a.m.”

Lightning Round!

“Who’s the jealous one?” Both: Malachi Him: “What? I’m protective!”

“Who fell first?” Both: Me. You both stare, then burst into shy laughter.

“Who says ‘I love you’ more?” Malachi flashes a grin and points at himself. “Gotta remind her she’s stuck with me.”

You roll your eyes — but you’re glowing.

Final Prompt: “Give your partner a compliment.”

You turn to face him and smile. “You’re ridiculously talented. And annoying. But mostly talented. And you make me feel really safe.”

Malachi swallows a grin and cups your face. “You’re the funniest, most stubborn, most beautiful human I know. And I’d pick you, in every timeline.”

Cue dramatic “awwww” from behind the camera.

You: “Okay, that was unfair. I take back the cheese slander.”

Malachi: “Too late. It’s recorded forever.”

The camera zooms in just as he kisses you. Game over. Interview done. Audience collectively swooning.

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Dating Malachi Includes…

* * * * 1. You talking to him while he's gaming and him pretending like he heard you and then proves he didn't by repeating what you just said.

You: Hey babe I'm gonna order food. You want something?

Malachi: ... yeah

*5 minutes later.*

Malachi: Babe I'm gonna order some food. Do you want anything?

2. His mom automatically knowing you're coming over when she sees him deep cleaning his room.

3. You two sharing locations so sometimes you'll get a text like "wyd at the Target all the way across town"

4. Him pushing his plate aside after he eats, waiting for you to give him the green light to eat the rest of your food because you never finish.

5. You ALWAYS opening his passenger door and seeing flowers on your seat whenever he picks you up. Even if you guys are just hanging out.

6. Him replying to thirsty dudes under your videos and fans loving it.

Iguess23_: Can Malachi fight tho? 🫠😍

Themalachibarton: Malachi can.

Imtalmboutinnit: "Malachi can" LMAOOO

Laila_oop: Ya'll know he don't play about Y/n🤣

Mia.smile: Oh em geeeee

Iguess23_: I was just kidding!!! I'm a big fan!!

Tyler_ bro: Bet you won't comment that again💀

7. His left hand stirs and the other grips your thigh while he's driving. (Love Bryson tiller😭)

8. You being the first person he ever let drive his car. Even before his parents.

9. Him keeping a Polaroid of ya’ll from the fair on his dashboard.

10. You two reposting edits of each other.

[hppercyjacksonlover-writing]

Too Early for This

Pairing: Malachi Barton x Reader Summary: Mornings on the tour bus are already hectic, but when Reader stumbles out looking like a total hot mess, Malachi is the first to notice—and the rest of the cast doesn’t let either of them live it down. Word Count: ~1,050

The tour bus was buzzing with low chatter and the smell of coffee. Kylie was scrolling on her phone, Dara was trying to braid Malia’s hair, and Josh was half-asleep with his hood pulled over his head.

Then you stumbled in from the back, wrapped in a hoodie that definitely wasn’t yours and socks that didn’t match. Your hair looked like you’d fought a wind tunnel in your sleep, and your eyes were barely open.

“It’s too early to have to be functioning,” you muttered, dropping dramatically into the seat next to Malachi.

The entire bus went quiet for two beats—then erupted in laughter.

“Oh my god,” Kylie cackled. “You look like you’ve been through something.”

“Are you okay?” Malia asked between giggles, though she was already recording on her phone.

Josh peeked from under his hood, smirking. “Bro, they look like they just lost a fight with the tour bus.”

You groaned, burying your face in your arms. “Stop looking at me.”

Malachi, however, just grinned, sliding an arm over the back of your seat. “You know you’re adorable, right?”

“Lies,” you grumbled, muffled against the hoodie sleeve.

“Facts,” he countered smoothly. “You’re like… the personification of a sleepy puppy right now.”

The bus exploded again. Dara wiped tears from her eyes. “Malachi, stop, you’re enabling them.”

But you just sighed dramatically, leaning sideways until your head hit his shoulder. “Fine. Wake me up when we get there.”

“Uh, babe?” Malachi tilted his head down at you. “We’re not even leaving for another hour.”

“Perfect,” you mumbled, already halfway to dozing off.

The cast exchanged looks, smirking like they’d just stumbled on the best gossip of the century. Kylie mouthed couple goals at Josh, who nodded sagely.

“Wait, wait,” Malia whispered loudly enough for you both to hear. “So you’re telling me you made it out here just to collapse on Malachi? That was the plan?”

Without lifting your head, you shot back, “He’s comfortable.”

Malachi smirked, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over your head. “See? They know what’s up.”

Kylie shrieked with laughter. “Nooo, this is too cute! Someone record this right now.”

“Already did,” Dara said proudly, waving her phone. “The fans are gonna eat this up.”

You groaned, curling tighter into Malachi’s hoodie. “I hate all of you.”

Malachi just chuckled, squeezing your hand under the table. “Yeah, but you love me.”

The entire bus went oooohhh, like a pack of middle schoolers watching their friends flirt.

You cracked one eye open to glare at him, cheeks warming. “…Too early for this.”

“Too late,” he teased, pressing a quick kiss to your hair. “They’re never gonna let us live this down.”

And judging by the sound of Malia and Kylie already planning TikTok captions, he was definitely right.

[kaliuchisangel]

Hi,

Can u do a Malachi x gf reader imagine? So the reader is on the DZ tour and during the concert a little boy proposes to the reader with a ring pop and the entire vast and crowd find this hilarious, but Malachi looks jealous and speechless that someone else younger than him proposed first and the cast teases him about it. Later, at the meet and greet, the "fiance" comes for a picture and a kiss on the cheek and asks, "when is the wedding wife?" And Malachi says, "she's already Ms. Barton and u have to fight me for it."

Ring Pop Rivalry

Malachi barton x reader

Wc: 1.6k

Warnings: Fluff

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Fans were screaming, waving homemade signs, glow sticks lighting up the crowd like stars.

Then—out of nowhere—during a break between songs, one of the security guards gently boosted a little boy onto the barricade.

He couldn’t have been older than seven, his hair sticking up in the front like he’d been too excited to style it.

And in his tiny hands? A ring pop.

You froze when you saw him march confidently toward you, determination in his wide eyes. The crowd started screaming, sensing what was about to happen.

The boy stopped right in front of you, cleared his throat, and held up the candy ring.

“Will you marry me?” he shouted, voice cracking but full of conviction.

The cast lost it. Joshua doubled over laughing, Dara clapped like it was the best thing he’d ever seen, and Freya screamed, “SAY YES, SAY YES!” into her mic.

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh too hard, and bent down to the little boy. “Oh my gosh,” you said into Malachi’s mic so the whole arena heard, “yes, of course I’ll marry you!”

The crowd exploded. Thousands of fans cheered while the boy grinned proudly, slipping the ring pop onto your finger.

Meanwhile, Malachi stood frozen a few feet away, jaw slack. His face said everything: utterly speechless. His girlfriend had just been proposed to—by a second grader.

Kylie leaned into her mic, teasing, “Malachi, bro, you just got outplayed by a 7-year-old.”

Malia added, “AND with a ring pop? That’s iconic.”

The whole cast was cackling. Malachi rubbed his temples dramatically. “Are you kidding me right now?” he muttered, cheeks turning pink.

You glanced over at him with a mischievous grin, showing off the candy ring. “Sorry, babe… I’m engaged now.”

The audience roared.

Malachi pointed at the boy with mock seriousness. “This isn’t over, little man.”

Later at the meet and greet, you thought maybe the joke would’ve died down—but no.

The “fiancé” walked right up, still clutching the candy wrappers like proof of his victory. He stood proudly between you and Malachi for the photo, then turned to you with the confidence of someone far older and asked, “When’s the wedding, wife?”

The entire cast burst out laughing again, some doubling over while fans in line tried to record.

You blushed, stammering, “Oh my gosh” but before you could answer, Malachi leaned down, wrapping his arm firmly around your waist. His smile was charming, but his voice carried a playful edge.

“She’s already Mrs. Barton,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear. “And you’re gonna have to fight me for her.”

The little boy’s eyes widened. The crowd gasped dramatically.

Freya gasped into her hands. “Ohhh, Malachi throwing down!”

Joshua pretended to narrate like a sports commentator. “Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets—ring pop versus real ring!”

You laughed so hard you nearly cried as Malachi tugged you closer, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. The boy pouted for only a second before grinning and declaring, “Fine… but I’m still the first one who proposed.”

The cast howled.

Malachi groaned into your shoulder. “I cannot believe my competition is a second grader.”

You just smirked, holding up your sticky finger with the candy jewel. “Guess you’ll have to step it up, Barton.”

The way his ears burned red told you the teasing wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

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Hi, can u write a Malachi x gf reader imagine where Kamri decides to get a box of condoms for his Christmas present (as a joke, she actually gets him something better) and then he opens it infront of u, his parents and Kamri, u both are so embarrased and red as a tomato?

Kamri Christmas Prank

Summary- A surprise present appears for you and Malachi

Warning: Small sex talk, nothing intimate

Song: Oh, No!; Marina

Christmas at the Barton house was always loud, cozy, and full of the kind of chaos that only happens when you mix family, friends, and someone like Kamri Noel — who lived for a dramatic holiday moment.

You were curled up next to Malachi on the couch while everyone exchanged gifts. His parents watched with warm smiles, and Kamri sat across the room with the most suspicious grin you had ever seen.

Malachi eyed her. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Kamri said, absolutely lying.

She handed him a neatly wrapped box with red wrapping paper and a glittery green bow. It looked normal… except Kamri kept giggling under her breath.

You whispered, “Are you scared?”

Malachi leaned toward you. “Terrified.”

His mom laughed. “Come on, honey, open it!”

Malachi carefully tore the paper… then froze.

The box inside was huge, bright red, and printed with giant bold letters:

“THE ULTIMATE COUPLES HOLIDAY SURVIVAL KIT — FOR SPICY NIGHTS ONLY”

Everyone went silent.

Kamri BURST out laughing.

Your face turned red. Malachi’s face turned even redder.

His mom blinked. His dad choked on his hot chocolate.

“Kamri!” Malachi hissed, covering the box with his hands like that would somehow hide the words. “Why would you— WHY WOULD YOU—?!”

Kamri clapped her hands, tears in her eyes from laughing. “OPEN IT! OPEN IT! I PROMISE IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!”

“Kamri…” his mom said warningly.

“IT’S PG, I SWEAR!”

Malachi looked at you. You shrugged helplessly.

“Just open it,” you whispered, dying inside.

With the energy of a man stepping into a trap, Malachi lifted the lid.

He blinked.

You blinked.

Kamri grinned triumphantly.

Inside the “spicy couples kit” box was:

Two matching Christmas socks

A bag of gummy bears

A tiny plush reindeer

A card that read: “Because you two are adorable and also because your reactions were worth EVERYTHING.”

Malachi let out a breath of pure RELIEF.

His mom burst into laughter. His dad wiped his eyes. You nearly fell off the couch laughing.

Malachi held up the socks. “These are cute… but WHY the box?!”

Kamri shrugged. “It’s Christmas. I’m giving the gift of comedy.”

Malachi covered his face with one hand. “Oh my gosh… I thought you got me— like— ACTUAL—”

“NO!” Kamri shouted. “DO YOU THINK I’M INSANE?!” She paused. “Actually don’t answer that.”

His mom finally stopped laughing long enough to speak. “Malachi, honey, you turned bright red. I think that’s the most embarrassed I’ve ever seen you.”

You leaned into his shoulder, whispering, “At least the socks are cute.”

He groaned dramatically. “I am never opening a present from Kamri again without reading the fine print.”

Kamri raised a finger. “There WAS no fine print.”

“EXACTLY!”

You smiled up at him. “Hey, look at it this way… now you have matching Christmas socks with me.”

His blush softened into a smile — the good kind this time.

“Okay… that part I like.”

Kamri pointed at him. “SEE? BEST GIFT GIVER EVER.”

Everyone agreed — because honestly? The chaos was half the fun.

[xoln04f1xo]

I heard you’re taking request for Malachi

Can you make one where he and reader are dating and he gets sad because he overhears her asking someone else for car advice because she wants to buy a BMW and we all know Mal is obsessed with cars and he has a BMW

xx 💋

Pairings: Malachi Barton x Reader

WARNINGS: very light angst, like one car sex joke, fluff

WC: 1.0k

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You were practically bouncing your knees as you scrolled through your phone, your screen filled with car listings. Each one was another sleek, glossy photo of a BMW, and each time you looked at them, your excitement doubled. You'd been saving for months now, and it was finally time to start the hunt for your very first car.

The thing was, you wanted it to be perfect. Not just reliable or nice-looking - perfect. And though you knew Malachi would have been over the moon to help you (he was basically a walking car encyclopedia, especially when it came to BMW's), something in you hesitated. He loved cars so much that you worried you'd make the "wrong" choice and somehow disappoint him. So, when a coworker mentioned experience with car buying, you jumped at the chance to ask questions.

What you didn't realise was that Malachi was already in the hallway, on his way to see you.

"Yeah, i'm thinking a BMW," you said to your coworker, leaning against the counter. "Do you think I should go for something newer or maybe a second-hand one? I don't really know all the specs I should be looking for."

From the corner Malachi froze.

His chest tightened as though someone had physically knocked the air out of him. You... wanted a BMW? His favourite car in the whole world. the thing he could talk about for hours on end - and instead of coming to him, you went to someone else?

He forced himself to keep walking, to smile when he saw you, but the light behind his eyes wasn't there in the same way.

That night you noticed.

He was quieter than usual, sprawled on your couch with his phone but hardly scrolling, his jaw set in that way you recognised when something was bothering him.

"Malachi?" you asked softly, sitting beside him and tucking your legs under you. "You okay?"

He hesitated before answering, finally setting his phone face down on the coffee table. "I heard you earlier."

You blinked. "Heard me?"

"You were asking someone else about cars." His voice cracked just slightly, enough that you knew how hard he was trying to play it off. "About BMW's. And I just... I mean, you know how much I love cars, right? Especially BMW's. I though you'd come to me."

Your heart sank slightly. You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his.

"Malachi... I didn't mean to hurt you. I wasn't leaving you out, I promise. I just... I don't know, I got nervous. You know so much about cars and I didn't want you to think I was dumb if I didn't understand something. I didn't want to disappoint you."

His brows furrowed as he looked at you, his thumb instinctively brushing across your knuckles. "Disappoint me? Babe no. You could never disappoint me. I love cars, yeah, but I love you more. The whole point of me knowing this stuff is so I can help you. I want to be the person you come to."

Tears prickled your eyes at the sincerity in his voice. "So… you wouldn’t mind if I asked you all the silly questions?"

He gave a small smile - the kind that made your heart do flips. "I'd love it. Honestly, it's make me the happiest gut ever."

You leaned your forehead against his, smiling. "Okay then. Mal, will you help me find my perfect BMW?"

"Only if you promise I get the first ride in it," he teased, his smile finally returning in full.

You laughed and kissed him, sealing the promise.

And just like that, the heaviness melted away. Because yes, Malachi loved cars - but more than that he loved being yours.

The dealership lot ender the late-afternoon sun, rows of polished cars lined up like soldiers, but your afternoon was locked on just one. Your BMW.

It sat there, sleek and impossibly perfect, the paint gleaming as if it already belonged to you. Your stomach twisted with equal parts excitement and nerves as the salesman handed you the keys.

"Congratulations," he said.

You turned the metal over in your palm, your reflection bending and warping in the shiny surface. But before you could overthink, you heard Malachi voice behind you.

"Babe..." He looked at the car like it was a work of art, his eyes wide, practically sparkling. "This in insane. You actually did it."

Your grin spread so wide it almost hurt. "We did it. You helped me figure everything out."

He smirked, cocking his head toward the car. "So... who's driving first."

You rolled your eyes, already knowing the answer. "Go on, Barton. Just don't break it before I even get home."

The way his whole face lit up made the months of saving, worrying, and decision-making feel completely worth it. He slid into the driver’s seat like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life, his hands settling on the steering wheel with a kind of reverence.

You climbed into the passenger seat, your heart fluttering at the sight of him there - so in his element, so him.

The engine roared to life with a low, smooth purr, and Malachi’s grin turned almost boyish. "Oh, she sounds perfect. You hear that? That's music."

You laughed, shaking your head. "You're acting like she's yours."

His gaze flicked toward you, warm and teasing. "It kinda feels like it is. I mean, I helped pick her out, i'm driving her first, and i'm definitely gonna spend as much time in the car as you'll let me."

The car rolled forward, smooth as silk, and you found yourself watching him more than the road - his focused eyes, the way his fingers tapped the gearshift in rhythm with the hum of the engine, the uncontainable joy written all over him.

A few blocks later, he glanced at you, his voice softer. "I know it’s technically your car, but… this feels like ours, you know? Like we’re gonna make memories in it. Late-night drives, road trips, blasting music and you know...” he said with a wink.

You reached over and squeezed his hand on the gearstick. "Exactly what I was hoping for."

For the rest of the ride, you didn’t even care where you were going. The destination didn’t matter. The car didn’t even matter. What mattered was the boy driving it, and the fact that he was yours.

[happy-xy]

Malachi Barton TikTok: themalachibarton

[tokichiio]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 ⏾⋆.˚

prompt:: you notice how close victor has gotten to that daywalker, nova. and you, his “best friend” feels some way about it. you think he forgot about you, but little do you know he prefers the moon over the sun.

warnings:: victor x !vamp !fem reader. fluff, jealousy (ofc), praise, the way user talks abt nova is all fake🙂‍↕️ (i love nova tho she’s such a cutie pie), biting mentioned, smallll mentions of blood. use of y/n.

w/c:: 1.7k

A/N:: HELLO AGAIN GUYSSSS! I know you guys probably didn’t expect me to right for a movie like this but multi means multi 🙂‍↕️ I had to write for him, after seeing how dead the tag is</3 kindaaa inspired by @mehwmidklpe

daywalkers and nightwalkers..

the both of you being sworn enemies for years on end. so when you all found out the blood fruit was getting low and starting to die out, the elders knew they needed to get their hands on the fruit, before the any side did. daywalkers are known for being full of themselves and stuck up..well..at least that’s what the nightwalkers think.

nightwalkers are known for being greedy and not wanting to share with others..from the daywalkers point of view. but everyone has their differences right? so when zed and addison came, everyone was confused. both sides stumbled upon them making their way to the harvest of the blood fruit.

they came up with the idea for everyone to share the blood fruit, and everyone work together to open the gate. that’s when victor— a vampire, and nova— a daywalker worked together behind both of their peoples back to find the keys to the gate..and probably..more.

you, on the other hand, started to notice how close they have gotten. you really did try to ignore it, but your heart was telling you something else. you noticed how they would look and smile at each other..and sit together at the campfire. you told vera, who knows about your feelings towards victor. she would tell you “they both are the only ones who wanna bring us together, so maybe they’re just friends?” or “try telling him how you feel.”

but you couldn’t..no..you refused. you couldn’t tell him, especially after seeing how close they were. so, you resorted to silent treatment and distancing yourself from him. at first victor didn’t notice, because he was too busy figuring out how to make everyone come together. you were a bit hurt, but you weren’t surprised after seeing how he was with her half of the time.

it was nighttime, and everyone was in their beds sleeping. you on the other hand, couldn’t sleep. you got up out of your bed slowly and walked down the steps, sitting by the campfire. you sighed, looking up at the moon. your emotions and feelings started to get the best of you, looking at the campfire as your thoughts circulated. it was you and your thoughts, and the warm campfire until you heard someone walking.

you ignored it, thinking it was one of the daywalkers or someone else coming out for fresh air. until you heard them speak. it wasn’t just anyone, it was the person you were avoiding. someone you didn’t wanna see, nor face. “y/n..” his voice was soft, and full of warmth. you didn’t turn around, you didn’t say anything. just looking at the campfire.

“y/n..you’ve been ignoring me lately..why?” victor asked, slowly walking over towards you and sitting down. “i asked vera, and she told me to talk to you. well..at least attempt to talk to you.” he chuckled at the end of his sentence but he quickly stopped when he noticed you weren’t laughing. he cleared his throat, looking at you and then the campfire.

“have i done something to upset you?” he asked, genuinely worried. you were silent for a bit before answering. “you didn’t.” you plainly said, looking at the campfire. “oh cmon, don’t give me that.” victor muttered, scooting closer to you. “i know you y/n. i can always tell when something is bothering you.” he mumbled in a soft voice. “if you know me, then you should know when i say it’s nothing, it’s nothing.” you scoffed, getting up from the log.

you started to walk away, you didn’t know where you were going, but you just wanted to be away from here..away from him. but..of course your peace would be cut short when he followed you. he followed you into the field, grabbing your arm. “y/n, don’t walk away from this, we’re gonna fix this.” victor grunted, grabbing you and stopping you in your tracks.

“look, i don’t what i did for you to make you act this way towards me, but as for me caring about you and not wanting to loose you, i wanna fix this. and im not gonna let you walk away like this, not while your mad at me.” victor snapped, looking you in the eyes, searching for something..anything. you gulped, looking him in the eyes.

this was the victor you fell for. the one that was always so gentle towards you, the one who always stayed by your side whenever your emotions got the best of you. a tear fell down your face..then another, and another. you started crying, sniffling as you turned away, wiping your tears. “you’re saying you care for me like that, like im someone special towards you.” you sniffled, hiccuping a bit. “that’s because you are,” victor breathed out, bringing up a thumb to wipe your tears.

“look at me..” he mumbled, grabbing your chin and making you face him. “don’t think ill just let you stay mad at me. i really do care about you y/n. i always have.” victor assured, using his thumb to wipe your tears as he looked at you in the eyes. “so tell me, tell me why your mad at me. i’ll do whatever it takes to fix it.”

his words were so reassuring, full of love and warmth. you couldn’t help but swoon over him..his voice always made you feel so warm and weak, but that’s why you liked him. you liked how he could make you feel. you couldn’t stay mad at him, you really couldn’t. “i…im jealous, okay?” you admitted, sniffling as you avoided eye contact. victor was confused, but he slowly put the pieces together. he just wanted to you say it.

“of what? what are you jealous about?” he asked, his tone soft and gentle. he put both of his hands on your cheek, making you look up at him. “look at me,” victor breathed out, his eyes on you. “im jealous of you and nova, okay?! i hate seeing you with her..i noticed how the both of you sneak off at night, i notice how you look at her..i..i notice it all okay?!” you said, sniffling as you looked up at him.

“i know you want us all to come to terms with each other but gosh…do you have to spend time with her so much? like i don’t exist??” you sobbed, tears rolling down your face but victor kept wiping them, keeping his eyes on you as he listened to your confession. “and damn..i hate how i feel this way, but i can’t help it…okay?” you sniffled, blinking as more tears fell down. “what’s so good about her? what’s so good about a goody-two shoes like her?! just what? what’s so good about her to have you swooning over her like that? i mean cmon..wrapping your arms around her shoulder and pulling her closer?! im right here, y’know!” you exclaimed, a hint of anger rising in you. “do you prefer me over her or what?!”

“and please, don’t give me the benefit of doubt.” you added, blinking softly as you looked into his eyes, for something. victor stayed silent for a bit before speaking. “i had no idea you felt that way y/n..i admit, i admit getting close to her like that, but i had no idea it made you feel this way.” he murmured, looking you in the eyes and wiping your tears away with his thumb. “your jealously serves no purpose..especially when i definitely prefer you over her.” victor said, looking you in the eyes.

“i know my actions made it seem like i don’t, but trust me, i yearn for you y/n. and you alone.” victor reassured, removing his hands and wrapping his arms around your waist. “i want you only y/n. and ill do everything to prove that i do.” victor said, bringing one of his hands back up to your face. his words made you fall for him more, loving how he looked at you..and how his words had meaning to it.

“…you..you mean it?” you asked, scared if he might take it all back. “i mean it y/n. and i’ll prove it to you everyday.” he smiled, making you smile. “you can’t take back any of that, mkay?” you replied, making him nod. “i won’t.” he smiled. you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i..i love you victor.” you confessed, making him smile as he buried his face in your neck.

“and i love you too y/n..to the moon and back.” he chuckled, closing his eyes as he inhaled your scent. you both stayed there for a moment, enjoying being in each others embrace before..bite! “ouch! victor!! what was that for?!” you whined, your hands finding its way into his hair. “im not done.” victor said before biting again, this time moving his head in a different angle. he pulled a bit, licking the blood that dripped down your neck before looking at you.

“now everyone knows your mine.” victor smirked, looking down at his creation. he made a “V” mark on your neck, running his thumb over it. “V, for Victor.” he smiled, like he was proud of it..which he was. “what if it disappears?” “i’ll just continue to bite it, over and over.” victor chuckled, and you shook your head. “let’s go back.” you smiled and he nodded, grabbing your hand and holding it as the both of you started to walk back to the camp.

the next day, victor would find you flowers around the fields or on the ground, picking them up and giving it to you. you could smile when you noticed how the stem would be broken, or they were just weary and dead. but you accepted them, because it’s the thought that counts, right? the others noticed the both of you guys relationship, nova respected it and remained friends with him strictly, befriending you in the process. you no longer held a grudge against her, since she respectfully kept her distance.

you were happy that you finally got to be with the person you loved the most, and you were happy about how he would show you off, going up to everyone and being like “you see how pretty my girlfriend is?” and when they would agree and he rolled his eyes playfully. “well good, but back off cause she’s mine!” he would hiss playfully and show his fangs before laughing.

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[kaliuchisangel]

Can you do a malachi fic where he is on tour and his gf is one of the cast members with them but he refuses to sleep unless his head is on his gfs chest under her shirt/hoodie/blanket

Tour Nights

Pairing: Malachi Barton x Reader

Word count: 630

Warnings: Fluff

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A/N: ENJOY

It was late—past midnight—and most of the cast had already disappeared into their bunks. You’d been tucked in for a while, hoodie pulled over your head, blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you scrolled through your phone.

The curtain shifted.

You didn’t even have to look up. You felt him before you saw him—the weight of his hand bracing on the edge, the faint smell of his cologne mixed with whatever candy he’d been chewing on after the show.

"Baby," Malachi whispered, his voice tired, rasping in that way it only got after long sets.

You set your phone aside. "Yeah?"

He didn’t answer right away, just climbed in without asking, squeezing into the tiny space like he belonged there. His arm slid around your waist immediately, pulling you close, but instead of laying beside you, he burrowed straight into your chest, tugging at the hem of your hoodie.

You huffed out a laugh, brushing curls away from his forehead. "Again?"

“Mm,” he hummed, half-asleep already. "Can’t sleep otherwise."

It wasn’t a new thing. You’d noticed it the first week of tour—how restless he was in his own bunk, how his eyes would still be open at two or three in the morning when you passed by. The only time he looked calm was when he’d snuck into yours, curling up like this with his ear pressed against your chest, hidden under your hoodie or the blanket you wrapped around him.

You tugged the fabric up a little, letting him nestle underneath, and his whole body just melted. The tension drained out of him, replaced by a heavy, comforting weight against you. His breath warmed your skin, his curls tickled your chin, and the steady thud of your heartbeat filled the silence between you.

"This is the only way I can fall asleep," he mumbled, words muffled against you.

You stroked his hair, gentle, nails grazing his scalp the way you knew he loved. "You’re spoiled, Mal."

"Only with you," he said, voice already fading.

The bus rolled on, chatter from the front fading into quiet, the world outside nothing but blur and neon. In here, it was warm. It was just you and him, his head tucked against your chest under your hoodie, his arms around you like he never planned on letting go.

You pressed a kiss into his curls, smiling at how quickly he’d gone limp, safe enough to surrender. “Goodnight, Mal.”

And like always, he didn’t last more than five minutes. Because as long as he had you, your heartbeat, and the soft cocoon of fabric around him, Malachi slept like a baby.

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[loveallthegays]

I don't even know if this is that much of a secret...