Could you do a Malachi x gf reader where he is kinda having a bad day and she gets him flowers. And since men don’t get flowers often he get super emotional and realizes how much he truly loves her.
thank you!
soft for him - malachi barton
malachi barton x fem!gf!reader
requested: yes.
warnings: pure fluff, soft boy hours, emotional happy crying, wholesome meltdown incoming
A/N: thank you for requesting, i hope you liked it! lmk if this didn't turn out the way you wanted to, i'm happy to rewrite it if that's the case!
malachi’s day had been flopping harder than a fish on land.
not in a dramatic “my life is over” way — just that annoying chain of tiny fails that pile up until you wanna lie face-down on the floor.
he woke up late.
his hoodie string got sucked into the hood.
he forgot his water bottle.
his lines weren’t sticking.
and every time he messed up, you could see him get quieter and quieter, like he was trying to shrink away from the noise of the day.
when you walked into the studio, he was sitting on the edge of the stage, elbows on his knees, hood half over his face like he was hiding from existence.
he looked up when he heard your steps, forcing the tiniest smile — the “i’m fine” smile he uses when he’s absolutely not fine.
“hey,” he mumbled, voice tired in a way that tugged at your chest.
you didn’t push him. didn’t ask a hundred questions.
you just held something out toward him.
a small bouquet, wrapped in soft brown paper, tied with a ribbon you’d knotted yourself. gentle colors. messy-but-cute arrangement. flowers that felt like warmth.
he stared at it.
then at you.
then back at it.
“what… what’s that?”
his voice actually cracked.
“flowers,” you said softly.
“for you.”
he blinked so slowly it almost made you laugh, but then you saw the way his expression shifted — confusion melting into shock, then into something fragile.
“for… me?” he whispered.
you nodded. “you looked like you needed something gentle today.”
and that was it.
the moment that undid him.
his eyes got shiny.
his jaw clenched.
his throat worked like he was trying to swallow down a whole storm of feelings.
guys don’t get flowers.
not often.
not like this.
and definitely not from someone who sees him the way you do.
he took them from your hands so carefully, like they’d shatter if he breathed too hard. he stared at them like they were some kind of treasure, like no one had ever given him something so soft just because.
then he set them aside and pulled you in — arms wrapped so tight around your waist you could feel the tension slowly leave his body. his face pressed into your shoulder, breathing you in, grounding himself.
“thank you,” he murmured, voice thick, a little shaky.
“you have no idea… you just— thank you.”
you brushed your fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head.
and he melted. straight up melted.
when he finally pulled back, his eyes were red in the sweetest way. not sad — just overwhelmed. seen. loved.
later that night, when he got home, he carried the flowers like they were something sacred. he placed them on his nightstand so they’d be the last thing he saw before falling asleep.
and when he found the tiny note you’d tucked inside — the handwritten one telling him you were proud of him, that you loved his heart even on the messy days — he reread it twice. maybe three times.
then he folded it carefully and slid it into his wallet. not to show off. not for anyone else to see.
just so he could keep it close.
just so he could remember what it felt like when you handed him something gentle on a day that wasn’t.
the next morning?
he didn’t tell a single person.
didn’t brag.
didn’t tease.
didn’t mention it to anyone.
but he kept smiling to himself. soft. private. like he had a secret the world didn’t get to touch.
and every time he opened his wallet and saw that note tucked behind his ID, that warm, steady feeling bloomed in his chest all over again.
he carried it with him.
quiet.
his.
malachibartonsangel speaks:
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