uh… what are you wearing right now?
pair: Malachi Barton x reader
requested by anonymous
Can you do a fic where the reader pranks Malachi that she’s going out in a skimpy/revealing outfit or basically where the whole cast is hanging out like at a park or something and the reader is wearing a short/mini skirt and any sudden movement the skirt tends to rise up a little and there’s a groups of teenage boys on the other side ago where their all hanging out and Malachi sees them and sees her skirt keeps rising up
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You were standing in front of your mirror, holding in the laugh bubbling in your chest. The dress you had on wasn’t your style at all: tight, short, way more revealing than anything you’d actually leave the house in. But that was the point. You wanted to prank Malachi and see how he’d react.
“Babe?” you called out, adjusting your hair in the mirror.
“Yeah?” he shouted back from the living room, his voice casual. He was probably sprawled on the couch, phone in hand.
You walked out, keeping a straight face. “I’m heading out. My friends are on their way.”
Malachi’s eyes lifted from his phone. At first, he didn’t say anything. He just blinked. Then he sat up straighter, lowering his phone to his lap. “Uh… what are you wearing?”
You pretended to be confused. “What? This? It’s cute.” You spun in a small circle.
He leaned forward, eyes wide. “Cute? Babe, that’s like-” he gestured vaguely at your dress, his mouth hanging open, “-not even… I don’t even know what that is.”
You bit the inside of your cheek so you wouldn’t laugh. “It’s just a dress.”
Malachi stood up now, walking toward you, still in disbelief. “No way. You’re not actually leaving this house in that. Nope.”
“Why not?” you asked, tilting your head.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyebrows pulling together. “Because, babe… I just don’t trust people. You know how guys can be. What if someone tried to touch you or take advantage of you? I’d lose it. I don’t ever wanna see you in a situation like that.” His voice softened at the end, but his concern was written all over his face.
Your smile slipped a little, and your chest warmed. You stepped closer, gently taking his hands. “Mal, I’m sorry. I was just messing with you. I’d never actually wear this out. It was a prank.”
He blinked at you, his jaw dropping. “No. No way. You didn’t just—” he dragged a hand down his face, groaning. “You’re evil for that.”
Laughing, you tugged at the dress. “I wasn’t actually gonna wear this. I just wanted to see what you’d say.”
Malachi crossed his arms over his chest, pretending to pout. “Yeah, well, congrats. You almost gave me a heart attack.”
You grinned, stepping closer. “Aww, don’t be mad.”
“I am mad,” he said, looking away dramatically.
“No, you’re not.” You tugged on his arm, trying to pull it away from his chest. He resisted, keeping up the act.
“You’re not getting off that easy,” he muttered, lips twitching as if he wanted to smile but refused to let you win just yet.
You leaned up and kissed his cheek quickly. “Better?”
He stayed quiet, though you saw the corners of his mouth twitch again.
You kissed his other cheek. “Better now?”
Still nothing.
With a sigh, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your face into his chest. “I’m sorry, Mal. I won’t prank you like that again.”
Finally, his arms loosened, and he hugged you back tight, chin resting on your head. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled, voice soft.
You smiled against his shirt. “So you forgive me?”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his brown eyes warm but still playful. “Yeah, but only if you change into my hoodie right now. I’m serious. I like it when you wear my clothes anyway.”
You laughed and slipped his hoodie off the back of the couch, pulling it on over the dress. “Happy?”
His whole face lit up. “So much happier.” He tugged the hood up over your head and kissed your forehead.
Then he flopped onto the couch and opened his arms. “C’mere. I need cuddles after what you just put me through.”
You climbed onto the couch, curling up beside him. He pulled you close, wrapping the blanket over both of you.
“You’re actually insane for that prank,” he said into your hair.
You tilted your head up at him. “Sorry, Mal... But just so you know, you'll be the only one ever seeing me in that dress."
He grinned and kissed your nose. “Good. And you’re stuck with me. Forever.”
You smiled, leaning into his chest. “Forever.”
He held you tighter, finally content. “This is better.”
