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hear me out, malchi is soooo a car sex kind of guy
I’m hearing you, and I so agree!! His black BMW in his graduation pic would be his pride and joy. Nothing would make him more proud than making his girl finish over and over in the back seat. The car windows fogging up, the car rocking, he definitely wouldn’t last long 😉
A/N: Hi Angela! I love a good sick fic, I’m actually sick myself atm so I knew exactly how I wanted to write this. I’ve kept it nice and short while I get back into the swing of writing. They’ll get longer as I get through my requests :) Enjoy!
Blegh
You woke up this morning like you did everyday, snuggled under the covers with strong arms wrapped around your body. That was, until you felt the scratch in the back for your throat, the block in your nose and the headache behind your eyes.
You rolled out of bed and made a mad dash, which looked more like a sluggish waddle, to your cold n flu meds (idk if that’s an Australian only thing or not). You popped 2 and chased them with water. You made your way to the lounge and rolled onto the couch when you heard feet shuffling and grumble coming towards you.
“Babe?” Lewis called, his morning voice gravely and deep.
“On the couch” you said, wheezing at the word couch.
Lewis took one like at you, sighed, and walked off. You called after him but didn’t get a response. Until, he came back 5 minutes later with your favourite soothing tea.
He placed it on the table in front of you, grabbed a box of tissues and a bin, placing them within reach. He found your favourite blanket, tossed it on you, then turn on the ac.
After he had finished pottering around, getting everything you might need, he settled behind you on the couch. He wrapped his arms around you, kissed the back of your neck, and turned on the show you’re watching together.
He doesn’t care about getting sick, he doesn’t care about the germs. He cares about making sure you feel loved, sick or healthy.
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heyyyy, so I've been lowkey obsessed with Denim by Kylie Cantrall. Saurrr, I was wondering if you could write Malachi x reader based on the song. Totally ok if not, cause I can't even think of a concept (maybe like enemies/kinda friends to lovers, literally makes no sense) anyway love you and your fics lotssss <3
Heyyyy Anon! Thank you for the request, I’m sorry I took so long to write again. This is my first fic in over 3 months (It’s December 2025). My goal is to get my 53 requests done before new years, I’ve given myself two weeks, eek! I hope you enjoy my return :) (short and sweet fic to ease myself back into it. Lmk if you’d like it longer)
Denim
It’s always the quiet moments that hit the hardest.
Like the way Malachi leans against the passenger door of his beat-up Jeep, sunlight catching in his hair, denim jacket thrown on like he didn’t even think about it. Like he’s always been this way. Like he always will be.
You’re sitting on the hood, legs crossed, picking at the frayed hem of your jeans. Same ones you’ve worn a hundred times. Same ones he once teased you about because they’re “one wash away from falling apart.
He was wrong about that.
Some things don’t fall apart so easily.
“You okay?” he asks, voice low, careful. Like he already knows the answer but doesn’t want to scare it away.
You nod. A lie. But a gentle one.
“Yeah. Just thinking.”
He hums and steps closer, resting his hands on either side of you. He smells like laundry detergent and summer heat and something that feels like home. You hate how safe he feels. You hate how much you want to stay right here.
The song is playing softly from the car speakers—Denim. You didn’t even realize he put it on until the chorus drifts through the air, slow and aching.
I miss you in my denim…
Malachi exhales a laugh. “This song’s unfair,” he says. “Feels like it knows things.”
You glance at him. “Like what?”
“Like how I’ll probably hear it years from now and think of tonight.”
That makes your chest tighten.
“Mal,” you murmur, “don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Talk like this is already a memory.”
He looks at you then. Really looks at you. Like he’s trying to memorize every freckle, every expression, every second before life changes shape again.
“Everything becomes a memory eventually,” he says softly. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter.”
The wind tugs at his jacket, denim brushing against your knee. It’s such a small thing, but suddenly it feels symbolic—him, this moment, this version of you both. Worn-in. Comfortable. Loved.
You reach out without thinking, fingers catching the cuff of his sleeve.
“Promise me something,” you say.
He smiles, the kind that’s sad around the edges. “Anything.”
“Promise you won’t forget me when this song comes on.”
Malachi shakes his head immediately. “That’s impossible.”
Then, quieter: “You’re stitched into me. Like denim. Doesn’t matter how many times it fades.”
The song swells. The sun dips lower. And for just a little while, the world pauses—two kids in worn jeans, holding onto a moment that feels like it might last forever if you don’t let go.
lucy girly are you okay ..it’s been 2 weeks?? don’t rush to write i just needa make sure you okay
Hey Anon! Thank you so much for checking in with me, it’s been a long 2 weeks. I am doing my best to write the fic requests I have. I’m still concussed so I have to take constant breaks
hiii! i love ur work sm! could you do a black!reader w malachi during the DZ tour where she surprises him by being in the crowd w his parents (like that show where his bsf kamri is in the crowd but like she's still there). basically he spots her during a number and then before he does shuffle of love he points them out to everyone. after the show, she manages to get backstage passes and surprises him by saying she'll be on the tour bus w them until she leaves for college! sorry if its a lot, im a big details person and im basing this off of a dream i had lol esp since i leave for college soon
A/N: This is a beautiful dream, thank you for all the detail. I hope I got this right :)
Surprise in the Crowd
The arena lights blaze over the screaming fans, and Malachi’s energy is electric on stage. He’s mid-song, the beat pulsing through the crowd, when his eyes catch something unexpected.
At first, he thinks he’s seeing things—then he blinks, and there you are. Standing with his parents, right in the middle of the crowd, grinning like the secret you’ve been holding in is the best one ever.
He stumbles over the lyrics for a split second, heart hammering. The audience doesn’t know what’s happening, but he does. And he cannot ignore it.
During a brief pause between songs, he grabs the mic, his grin impossibly wide.
“Okay, everyone,” he says, voice loud enough to carry over the screaming crowd, “I’ve gotta show you something.”
The lights pan over the audience, and he points directly at you. “That’s my girl—yep, she’s here! And look, she even brought my parents!”
The crowd erupts, and you wave shyly but can’t hide your smile. Malachi’s gaze locks on you, proud and playful at the same time, and for the rest of the show, every glance he throws your way is electric.
When the band cues Shuffle of Love, he doesn’t just perform it—he performs it for you. Every lyric, every move, has that extra spark that only happens when someone sees the person they love in the crowd. You’re practically glowing, and you catch him sneaking a wink mid-choreo.
After the show, adrenaline still buzzing, you manage to snag some backstage passes. When you step behind the curtain, you find him leaning against the wall, still catching his breath from the set. His eyes widen in disbelief.
“You… what? How—when—?” he stutters, laughing and shaking his head.
“I thought I’d surprise you,” you say, smirking, holding up the passes. “And… I’ll be on the tour bus with you guys until I leave for college.”
Malachi’s grin turns into a full, breathless laugh. He pulls you into a hug so tight you can barely breathe. “You’re insane,” he whispers against your hair. “But I love it. I love you.”
You pull back just enough to see his face, radiant under the backstage lights. “You’re stuck with me for a while,” you tease.
“Stuck?” he asks, mock-offended. “Nope. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
And just like that, the chaotic energy of the tour fades for a moment, leaving just you, him, and the beginning of a new, unforgettable chapter together.
hii, could you do an imagine that is malachi x reader and its just reader and malachi being cute in an interview or like reader feeling left out and malachi including her. thank youu!!
A/N: I am so sorry I have taken so long to start writing again. I have been sent to the concussion clinic, so I am doing the best I can. Thank you for your patience!
The Interview
The studio lights are blinding, and the set feels much bigger than it looked online. You’re seated just off to the side while Malachi is perched on the couch across from the host, smiling that easy, magnetic smile of his.
You’re not technically part of the interview—at least, you weren’t supposed to be. You’d come along just to support him, to watch from the wings. But when the cameras started rolling, the host glanced at you, then at Malachi, and the inevitable question came up: “So, you’re dating, right?”
The audience cheered, Malachi laughed, and you wanted to sink into your chair. You’re not used to attention like this.
For the next few questions, the host kept it light—asking about his projects, his inspirations—but you couldn’t help but feel like an extra on your own date. The cameras never really moved your way, and your hands fidgeted in your lap.
That’s when Malachi glanced over at you. It wasn’t quick, either—he lingered, like you were the only one in the room worth looking at. His grin softened, and he tilted his body toward you instead of the host.
“You know,” he said suddenly, leaning forward, “she should really be over here. Half of what I do, she’s part of. Honestly, if you’re asking about inspiration, that’s her.”
The host raised their brows, surprised, and the crowd let out an “aww.” Your face heated, and you shook your head, but Malachi patted the empty spot beside him on the couch.
The host laughed, “Oh, we’re moving her up? Okay, come on over!”
Nerves fluttered in your stomach, but Malachi reached his hand out for you—steady, certain. When you sat down, he slid his arm behind your back, casual but protective, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
From then on, every time the host asked him something, he found a way to bring you in.
“She actually helped me practice lines for that role.”
“We binge-watch the same shows when I’m stressed.”
“You should’ve seen her reaction when I told her about this project—she believed in me before I believed in myself.”
And while you still felt shy, tucked against his side under the bright lights, the way he kept drawing you into the conversation made your chest ache in the best way. He wasn’t just answering questions—he was showing everyone exactly how much you mattered to him.
By the end, when the host wrapped up, Malachi leaned close enough for only you to hear and whispered, “Told you I’d make sure you weren’t left out.”
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girly how did you get another concussion are you okay?? how did it happen. hope your okay though ❤️❤️
I was still under concussion protocol when I went back to work and I just so happened to be kicked in the head with a football, which brought everything back. So now I have another week off work and another concussion. I am getting better. This one’s healing a lot faster, thank you. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Heyyyyyy everyone. I started writing fics again the other day and guess what. I’ve got another concussion!!! Which means no electronics, and no writing fanfics. I know it sounds like excuses and I feel so so so bad, but I could not make this shit up if I tried. Please be patient, love you all 🫶🏻
Hey Anon, thank you for checking on me. I’m still going through the motions of my car crash. I got my new car on Thursday and I’m wrapping up insurance, so I’m going to be able tk starting writing again
Hi can you do a smut writing where Colby and reader are at a camp far away. Colby goes to get away from the worry’s of being a villain and the reader goes with her friends (Ella and Olivia). They meet while Colby is skateboarding when they meet like he rides into her. She invites him back to her cabin and they make out and do the devils tango and he leaves hickeys on her and her friends Ella and Olivia notice them
A/N: Thank you for this Anon. I thought Colby would look hot with tattoos so I did that.
Camp
The sun was dipping low over the campgrounds, and the air smelled faintly of pine and the faint smoke of a nearby fire pit. You had come here with Ella and Olivia for a week away from everything — no responsibilities, no chaos, just a chance to reset.
Colby Madden, however, had come here for different reasons. He wasn’t the kind of guy people expected to see at a summer camp, not with his sharp jawline, tattoos peeking from under his sleeves, and the skateboard he used to carve between cabins. He came to get away from the heavy weight of being who he was — or who he used to be.
You were walking back from the dining hall when it happened. A blur of movement, the sound of wheels, and then—
“Shit—watch out!”
You stumbled as Colby skidded sideways on his board, colliding into you. His hand shot out, gripping your arm to steady you both. You blinked up at him, heart hammering from the impact, and met his eyes — warm brown, amused, apologetic all at once.
“Guess that’s one way to meet someone,” he said with a crooked grin.
You laughed nervously, brushing hair from your face. “Yeah, nearly breaking my ribs. Smooth move.”
Something about the spark in his eyes kept you rooted there. Maybe it was the way his gaze lingered on your lips, or how he seemed like he didn’t really belong here any more than you did.
“Want to… uh, hang out?” you asked, surprising even yourself. “My cabin’s right over there.”
Your friends were still at the campfire when you led him inside, your pulse racing in your throat. The door clicked shut behind you, and the silence between you thickened with heat.
Colby leaned his skateboard against the wall, then stepped closer. “You sure about this?” His voice was low, careful — but his eyes burned with want.
Instead of answering, you tugged him down by the collar and pressed your lips to his.
The kiss was rough, needy. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you against him. When your back hit the edge of the bunk, he pushed you gently down, his mouth trailing from your lips to your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, and then he sucked, leaving hot, claiming marks along your collarbone. You gasped his name, fingers curling into his shirt.
Clothes came off in a blur of hands and heat, until there was nothing between you but bare skin and breathless anticipation. Colby’s touch was hungry but reverent, his mouth leaving wet kisses and sharp bites down your body. The way he moved against you — slow at first, then faster when you pulled at his hair and begged — had you spiraling.
The cabin filled with your muffled moans and the creak of the mattress, his lips returning again and again to your throat, your chest, branding you with marks that would last days. He whispered filth and comfort in the same breath, his voice breaking when you pulled him closer, until the both of you came undone together.
The next morning, you slipped into fresh clothes, tugging the neckline up as far as it would go. But Ella and Olivia weren’t oblivious.
You barely made it three steps out of the cabin before Ella’s eyes widened. “Uh… girl. What is that?” She pointed at the purple bruise peeking above your collar.
Olivia smirked, leaning against the railing. “Someone had fun last night.”
Your face went red hot. “It’s… not what it looks like.”
Colby strolled by right then, skateboard under his arm, shooting you a wicked little grin that made your stomach twist all over again.
Ella and Olivia exchanged looks, then burst out laughing. “Oh, it’s exactly what it looks like.
Hi this is my first request, so sorry if it doesn't make sense, but can you do a Malachi fic where the reader is a background dancer and singer and the group is on live at the pool and her and malachi are being kinda flirty and people clip it and stuff
A/N: Hello my sweet! Thank you for your request, it made total sense. I'm sorry for taking so long to reply, I've got a lot going on right now. Please enjoy this!
Poolside Lives & Lingering Looks
The group had barely been live for two minutes and chaos had already broken out — shouting, water splashing, someone nearly knocking over the phone stand. You were in the corner of the frame, legs dangling in the pool, sipping from your drink and trying not to laugh at the boys arguing over who could do the best backflip.
Malachi spotted you first.
“Why you hiding over there, Y/N?” he called, swimming toward your side of the pool. “Come sit with me.”
“I am sitting,” you teased, shifting over just enough for him to climb up beside you. The water dripped off his curls onto his shoulders, glistening in the late sun. He leaned back on his hands, close enough that his knee brushed yours.
The comments were already flying across the screen:
IS THAT Y/N??
Why is Malachi looking at her like that 😭
ship ittttt
He smirked, clearly noticing.
“You know,” he said, speaking toward the camera but glancing at you, “Y/N thinks she can outsing me.”
Gasps and dramatic “ooooohhhs” came from the rest of the group. You rolled your eyes, laughing.
“I don’t think, Malachi. I know.”
“Bet you won’t do it live right now.”
His voice dropped just enough to make it sound like a challenge meant only for you, though the mic picked it up clear as day.
You shoved his shoulder, trying not to blush, but he only leaned closer, curls dripping onto your thigh now. The chat exploded.
With a sigh, you gave in — humming a riff, quick and playful, but strong enough that even the boys stopped yelling. The camera caught Malachi staring at you like he’d forgotten where he was.
He clutched his chest dramatically. “Nah, you can’t do that to me on camera. I’m— I’m finished.”
The boys howled. You laughed, trying to hide your face behind your drink, but Malachi wasn’t done. He leaned in again, speaking just loud enough for the livestream.
“See? That’s my girl.”
Your breath caught — partly at the words, partly at the heat in his eyes before he pulled back like it was nothing. The comments went feral.
“MY GIRL”??? EXCUSE ME???
they’re so obvious it hurts
malachi’s whipped end of story
You tried to keep it casual, giggling, shaking your head. “Don’t start rumors.”
“Too late,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear before he leaned back with a smirk.
Later that night, your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing — clips of the live, slowed edits of him touching your knee, fans screaming about the wink you hadn’t even noticed. The ship tag with both your names was already trending.
Malachi sent you one of the edits himself, captioned with dramatic background music and the text ‘when your coworker accidentally becomes your crush.’
Malachi: They caught on quicker than you did, huh? 😉
You stared at your phone, biting your lip. And for the first time, you weren’t so sure you wanted to shut down those “rumors” after all.
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Hey everyone!! I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA lately. I was involved in a car accident, and have a bad concussion. This makes it hard for me to look at screens for an extended period of time. I’ve also been having a rough go of it with the insurance company, who have basically told me that I won’t get my car back. Since I don’t have the money for a car, I’ve been thinking of taking out a loan, a big adult thing for a 19 yr old concussed girl.
Please be patient with me in this time, I have been trying to write but my brains feels like it’ll explode after looking at my laptop for more then 10 minutes.
I’m going to include my usual tags and my tag list, just to try and get the word around. I have abandoned you, I promise! I have over 30 requests, and they WILL come out!!