hey, can you do a fic where Malachi is snowboarding with his family and he watches the reader absolutely shredding in snowboarding and he gets that love at first sight kind of feeling, later getting the courage to talk to her and sheâs like flirting/playing hard to get. âBuy me a hot chocolateâ kind of girl. Tysm!
snowblind - malachi barton
malachi barton x fem!stranger!reader
requested: yes.
warnings: strangers to more, mild snowboarding risks, flirting, playful teasing.
the cold stings your cheeks in that nice wayâthe kind that wakes you up, not hurts. snow crunches under your boots as you tighten your bindings, breath fogging the air. the mountain feels alive under you: loud, bright, buzzing. you love it here. it feels like freedom.
you give the slope one last look, shift your weight forward, and push off.
the world immediately turns into motion. clean turns, sharp edges, powder flicking up with every carve. you let yourself lean into the speed a little more than you should, chasing that little jolt in your chest. and right when you hit a small jumpâjust for fun, nothing dramaticâyou land smooth enough to feel cocky about it.
so yeah, you smile. of course you do.
what you donât see is the boy at the top of the run whose entire soul leaves his body the moment you pass.
malachi is mid-laugh at something kamri said when he catches a blur of movement. instinct makes him look, and thenâ
his jaw just drops. like⊠actually drops.
board half-strapped, gloves crooked, goggles hanging off one ear. the whole situation is embarrassingly cinematic.
he watches you float down the slope like itâs easy, like you were born on a board. and heâs not dramatic butâ okay no, he is dramatic actuallyâbecause he swears the sun hits you stupidly perfect.
loren nudges him with his pole. âyou alright, bud?â
malachi doesnât even blink. âno. i think iâm in love.â
kamri smacks his arm. âbro youâre ridiculous.â
âshh,â he says, still staring. âthis is destiny or something.â
by the time he reaches the bottom, youâre already kicking snow off your board by the lodge, hands tucked into your jacket sleeves, breath visible in tiny puffs. thereâs a little smirk on your lips like youâre proud of whatever you just did.
heâs doomed. totally doomed.
malachi walks over like heâs confident, but heâs absolutely hyping himself up in his head.
you notice him instantlyâkinda hard not to, considering heâs walking like the mountain belongs to him.
âhey,â he says, voice smooth in that effortless-flirty way guys never have unless itâs practiced or natural. for him, itâs natural.
you raise a brow. âhey.â
he gestures vaguely toward the slope you came down from. âthat was insane. like⊠actually insane. your turns? your landing? your speed?â he laughs under his breath, shaking his head. âi thought i was decent until just now.â
you shrug like itâs nothing, the corner of your mouth pulling up. âiâve been doing it a while.â
âyeah, i could tell.â he glances down at your board, at the way your hair peeks out of your beanie. then back at you. âyou kinda made the entire mountain look like your stage.â
you try not to smile at that, but his grin is stupid contagious.
he steps a bit closer, voice dropping softer, more playful. âiâm malachi, by the way.â
âi know,â you say, because of course you recognized him, but youâre not about to give him that satisfaction. you tilt your head. âand you came over here becauseâŠ?â
his smirk widens, all confidence returning. âbecause i wanted to talk to the girl who just hypnotized me on a snowboard.â
you should not feel the way your stomach flips, but here we are.
you look him dead in the eyes, pretending to think. âmhmm. alright. talk, then.â
he opens his mouthâno plan, just vibesâbut you cut him off with a small, teasing smile.
âactually,â you say, tapping your boot on the snow, âhot chocolate first.â
he blinks. âwhat?â
âyou wanna talk to me?â you shrug casually. âthen buy me a hot chocolate.â
the challenge hangs in the cold air between you two. he stares at you for half a secondâlong enough to realize youâre serious, but playful, testing himâand then he grins.
a slow, flirty, iâm-so-into-this grin.
âonly if you sit with me after,â he fires back.
you raise a brow. âdepends. is it good hot chocolate?â
âthe best. and if not, iâll buy you another one somewhere else.â he lifts his board, eyes glinting. âiâm not letting you walk away after shredding in front of me like that.â
you laugh, real and warm, and turn toward the lodge.
âkeep up, superstar.â
and when he follows you inside without hesitationâyeah.
heâs already hooked.
and you knew it the moment he opened his mouth.
-mbt speaks!
thank you for requesting, i hope you like it.
requests are open.
feel free to request anything, no matter how specific.
not proof read!!!
thank you for reading and see you in the next one!<3
-mbt out












