Hi, can u do a Malachi x female. Reader where they have to share a hotel room whoile filming Z5? They have a lot of romantic trass8ng tension, especially when they're getting ready for bed.
₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ Unbearable Tension
Summary: The tension gets real when you share a hotel room with Malachi
Pairing: Malachi Barton x reader
Warnings: None
Notes: I will admit, I think I did terrible on this request. As always, if it didn't go as you thought, please feel free to request it again. Thank you, my friend! Enjoy!
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Filming days on Z5 were long enough, but sharing a hotel room afterward made everything feel… different.
Not bad. Just charged.
Like there was always something humming just under the surface between you and Malachi that neither of you fully acknowledged out loud.
The room wasn’t huge—two beds, a small couch, and a suitcase explosion that somehow already belonged equally to both of you.
Malachi kicked his shoes off near the door with a tired sigh. “I’m still not convinced production didn’t do this on purpose.”
You glanced over while unpacking your bag. “Do what?”
“Put us in the same room.”
You snorted. “Malachi, you’re not that special.”
He turned slowly. “I think I am.”
“Delusional.”
But you were smiling.
That was the problem lately. Everything with him turned into smiling too easily.
Too often.
The air shifted as you both settled into your own routines—him grabbing a hoodie, you sorting through makeup and skincare on the dresser.
Normal.
Almost.
Except every so often, your eyes would catch his in the mirror.
And neither of you would look away fast enough.
Malachi broke the silence first.
“You’re exhausted,” he said quietly.
“So are you.”
“Yeah, but I don’t look like I’m about to collapse.”
“I don’t look like that.”
He raised an eyebrow.
You hesitated. “…Okay, maybe a little.”
That earned a soft laugh from him as he leaned against the dresser beside you.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
Just close enough that you could feel his warmth.
Close enough that it stopped feeling like coincidence.
“You ever think about how weird this is?” he asked.
“What, sharing a room?”
“No,” he said, voice softer now. “This.”
You glanced up at him. “Define ‘this.’”
His eyes flicked to yours briefly before he looked away like he suddenly wasn’t as brave anymore.
“You know what I mean.”
The tension between you tightened.
You turned slightly toward him. “Malachi…”
He exhaled slowly. “We should probably sleep.”
“Probably.”
Neither of you moved.
That was the problem.
You both could, but neither of you really wanted to break whatever this was hovering between you.
Malachi reached up absentmindedly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was small, but it made your breath catch anyway.
“You’re gonna make this really hard,” you whispered.
He gave a quiet, almost helpless smile. “You started it.”
“I did not.”
“You did,” he said, softer now. “From day one.”
Your heart thudded a little louder.
For a second, it felt like he was going to say something else.
Something important.
Instead, he just looked at you like he was trying very hard not to cross a line.
“You’re tired,” he repeated again, but this time it sounded more like a question than a statement.
You nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
He hesitated.
Then gently took your hand.
Just that.
No jokes. No teasing.
Just warm fingers lacing with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Come on,” he murmured. “Let’s actually sleep before the crew finds us dead tomorrow.”
You laughed softly, letting him guide you toward the beds.
But neither of you let go of each other’s hand until the very last second.
And even then…
The space between your beds felt a lot smaller than it should have.
