comfortable - malachi barton
malachi barton x fem!bsf!reader
warnings: fluff, slight teasing from family?
you were in the living room with malachi, his parents and family that decided to visit after he just came back from filming camp rock 3, right after the DZ: Worlds Collide tour.
malachi was completely out, face buried in the crook of your neck, arms draped limply around your waist like he’d been part of the couch for days. he was understandably tired, not able to rest fully for months. his breaths were slow and steady, little hums of comfort slipping out every now and then. you sat there, gently scratching at his scalp, fingers threading through his messy hair, letting him rest while the family quietly observed.
felicia leaned back in her chair, smiling fondly. “he’s completely at ease… only with her,” she murmured, sipping her tea.
loren chuckled softly. “he trusts her so much. you can see it in how heavy he is… he’s comfortable for the first time in months.”
mal’s aunt and uncle, still wide-eyed, were leaning in a little closer, whispering to each other. “wow… he’s really… just melted into her lap,” his aunt said, shaking her head in disbelief.
“i’ve never seen him like this,” his uncle added, smirking. “he’s usually all charm and energy. and now… look at him. glued.”
the little cousins continued to run around, squealing and bumping into furniture, but mal didn’t stir. he just shifted slightly every time someone bumped nearby, nuzzling deeper into your shoulder.
“are you sure you’re just friends?” his aunt teased quietly, looking at the way he melted into you. “doesn’t look like that to me.”
“bestest of friends, huh?” one of the little cousins piped up, leaning over the arm of the couch to get a better look. mal didn’t move—didn’t even flinch. he just exhaled softly, completely comfortable, letting you scratch at his scalp and play with his hair.
“he’s adorable,” another cousin said, smiling. “and you’re so… calm with him.”
you hummed softly, continuing to run your fingers through his hair, the warmth of his body pressed against you. the room was full of soft laughter and teasing, but you didn’t care. mal was completely out, trusting you completely, letting you be his safe spot while everyone around whispered and laughed about how ridiculously clingy and soft he was.
every now and then, mal made a little sleepy noise, shifting just enough to press closer into you again, and you smiled quietly, keeping him steady and warm, letting him fully relax in your lap while the family continued to chatter and tease.
in that moment, with mal fully asleep and your fingers threading through his hair, the chaos around you faded—everything else just softened around the two of you.
malachibartonsangel speaks:
this was a short one.
also, happy birthday freya skye!!
time's moving so fast, i can't believe she's sixteen already!
but, i hope she has the best sweet sixteen birthday.
thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed it.
not proof read!!!
have a good day/night.<3
