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“haters don't hate you. they hate themselves, because you're the reflection of what they wish to be” — Michael Jackson

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about me: 6teen, i’m obsessed with music—michael jackson, freya skye, lana del rey, and fleetwood mac. i love TV—Charles in charge, Boy Meets World & Cobra Kai. i’m a blonde with blue eyes. i love the 70’s-90’s.

currently obsessing over Scott Baio, James Spader, Andrew McCarthy, Rider Strong and Michael Jackson

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Hi there!

This is actually such a coincidence—I literally just watched Tuff Turf today, and it was so flipping good. James Spader was so fine.

And yes! Starting today, I’m officially taking requests. So absolutely—feel free to send in as many James requests as you want!

For real though, he’s my obsession right now. My Pinterest feed is basically just him from the ’80s and Bad Influence. (I love him so much. I need him so bad.)

Anyways, thank you so much for the question! Have an amazing day/night!

With all my love,

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ I'll Be There

girlfriend!reader x Thriller!Michael Jackson

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You sing “I’ll Be There” with Michael and it’s a promise between you two forever

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: fluff

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: stop, this is so sweet. i love this idea so much. you’re so welcome! enjoy!

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The stadium lights were brighter than anything you had ever seen.

Thousands upon thousands of fans filled the seats, their voices rising into one massive wave of excitement as the Jackson brothers took the stage for the Victory Tour.

The energy was electric—every scream, every flash of a camera, every sign held high was proof that this was a moment nobody would ever forget.

You stood just offstage, watching Michael perform with the same magic that had captivated the world.

He moved like the music was a part of him, every step effortless, every smile making the crowd roar louder.

Even after all the rehearsals and all the years of seeing him perform, you still found yourself amazed.

Because this wasn’t just Michael Jackson, the superstar.

This was Michael—the person who laughed with you when nobody was watching, who held your hand when the world felt overwhelming, who always made sure you felt loved.

When the brothers finished the next song, Michael walked toward the microphone. The crowd immediately erupted, expecting another announcement about the show.

Instead, he smiled softly.

“There’s someone I want you all to meet tonight,” he said.

The stadium quieted just enough for everyone to hear him.

Your heart stopped.

Michael looked toward the side of the stage, and his eyes found yours instantly.

“Y/N, come out here.”

For a second, you just stood there, frozen.

Then you walked onto the stage.

The reaction was immediate.

The crowd exploded.

You could barely hear anything over the cheers, but you could feel the warmth and excitement pouring from the audience. Michael reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as you stood beside him.

“I want everyone to know…” he said, looking at you with a smile that made your entire world disappear for a moment. “Y/N is my girlfriend.”

The screams became even louder.

Fans held up signs, cameras flashed, and all around you people were smiling. They weren’t angry or disappointed—they were celebrating. They saw the happiness on Michael’s face, and they loved seeing him happy.

“She’s beautiful!” someone shouted from the crowd.

Another voice yelled, “We love you, Y/N!”

You laughed shyly, overwhelmed by the kindness. Michael leaned closer, his shoulder brushing yours.

“Told you they’d love you,” he whispered.

You smiled. “You were sure?”

“I knew,” he said.

The band began to play the familiar opening notes of “I’ll Be There,” and the entire stadium recognized it instantly.

Michael turned toward you.

“This one’s for you.”

The crowd melted.

As he sang, his voice carried through the stadium—gentle, emotional, and full of feeling.

He looked at you throughout the song, and everyone watching could see how much you meant to him.

The fans weren’t just seeing a performer anymore.

They were seeing someone in love.

By the time the song ended, the applause seemed endless. The audience cheered for Michael, for his brothers, and for the girl standing beside him who had somehow become part of the unforgettable night.

Later, when you stepped backstage, still trying to process everything, Michael wrapped an arm around you.

“You were amazing out there,” he said.

You smiled up at him. “I think they liked you more than me.”

Michael laughed softly.

“No,” he said. “They liked seeing me happy.”

And as the sound of the crowd echoed through the stadium, you realized something.

The world knew Michael Jackson as a legend.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹Mercy For Only You

girlfriend!reader x Johnny Lawrence

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: Johnny only has a soft spot for you

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: fluff

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: GURLLLL I AM HEARING YOU OUT. this is so sweet. i lwk wish this was me and johnny. i love him so much. enjoy!

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Everyone at school knew Johnny Lawrence.

They knew the confident smirk, the leather jacket, the tough attitude, and the way he walked through the halls like he owned them.

To everyone else, Johnny was untouchable—too cool to care, too stubborn to show weakness.

But you knew a different Johnny.

The Johnny who only existed when it was just the two of you.

His house was your favorite place to be because the second the door closed behind you, the act disappeared.

“Hey,” he said softly when you walked in one afternoon.

You smiled. “Hey.”

Before you could even say anything else, Johnny wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. It was completely different from the person everyone else saw. No attitude. No pretending.

Just Johnny.

“You miss me?” he teased, but the small smile on his face gave him away.

“You saw me this morning.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

You laughed as he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

At school, nobody would believe that Johnny Lawrence was the kind of guy who would sit with you on his couch, let you steal his jacket, and listen to you talk about your day while playing with your fingers.

Nobody would believe that he smiled the most when you were around.

His friends saw the tough version of him.

The one who joked around, acted fearless, and never let anyone think they could get to him.

But whenever you came over after school, he’d drop the act almost immediately.

“You know,” you said one day, sitting beside him, “everyone thinks you’re so scary.”

Johnny rolled his eyes. “I am scary.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Then he sighed when he saw your expression.

“Okay, maybe not with you.”

You smiled. “You’re different when we’re alone.”

Johnny looked away, suddenly quieter.

“Is that bad?”

You shook your head. “No. I like knowing the real you.”

For a moment, the confident Johnny disappeared completely.

The one underneath—the one who cared more than he admitted—looked back at you.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he mumbled.

You smiled. “Your secret’s safe.”

He nodded, then leaned closer and kissed you gently.

“Good.”

The next day at school, Johnny was back to being Johnny Lawrence.

He walked through the halls with his usual confidence, joking with his friends and pretending nothing bothered him.

But when he passed you, he gave you the smallest smile.

The kind nobody else noticed.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Morning Light, Forever Yours

wife!reader x Darrel Curtis

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: After your wedding with Darry, you two deserve all the love-making in the world

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: smut, p n v sex, shower sex, unprotected sex, breast play, darry is such a boob guy istg, love-making sex, fluff & more

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: stopppp, i love this idea so much! this was literally so cute to make; and you're so welcome! i'm so sorry this is late. I love your account btw. enjoy!

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The first thing Darry noticed when he woke up was the sunlight.

It slipped through the curtains of the little room they were staying in, painting everything gold—the messy blankets, the quiet walls, and most importantly, you curled up beside him.

For once, Darry Curtis didn’t have to worry about bills, responsibilities, or being the one everyone depended on. For once, he could just be Darry: your husband.

He smiled softly as he watched you sleep, still getting used to the fact that he could call you his wife.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he whispered when you finally stirred.

You opened your eyes and smiled at him. “Morning, husband.”

The grin that spread across Darry’s face was something you wished you could capture forever.

“Still sounds strange hearing that,” he admitted.

You laughed quietly. “Good strange?”

“The best kind.”

Later that morning, the two of you stood together under the warm water of the shower, wrapped up in the simple happiness of being newly married.

There was no rush, no reason to hurry. Just the sound of the water, your laughter, and Darry’s arms around you.

He rested his forehead against yours, his expression softer than most people ever got to see.

“I still can’t believe I get to wake up next to you every day,” he said.

You smiled. “You better get used to it. You’re stuck with me.”

Darry chuckled, pulling you a little closer. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You traced small circles against his hand, noticing the little things you loved about him—the way he always made sure you were okay, the way he tried so hard for everyone, and the way he looked at you like you were the one good thing he never had to fight for.

“You know,” you said, “you deserve to be happy too.”

Darry grew quiet for a moment.

He wasn’t used to someone reminding him of that.

Then he kissed your forehead gently.

“I am happy,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

You kissed his neck slowly. Then let me make you happy. Like you deserve."

Darry leaned in and captured your lips in a soft kiss. Your back met the cold tile wall in the shower. Darry grabbed your hands and pinned them against your head.

His lips trailing down where he loves the most. Collarbones, then those soft breast.

Your pink soft nipples became hard and red. His tongue and hands giving you so much pleasure.

His lips trailed back up; making sure every part of you was kissed. He slowly kissed you as he aligned himself with you.

His thrust were slow; love-making. Just for you. He let go of your hands to move your wet hair from your face as he kissed you slowly.

To keep everything fresh, Darry moved a little faster. Lips still tangled together, he lifted you up. Your body completely tied around him like the pretty pink bow you are.

Your arms around his neck. Your breathy moans against his ear. Your legs wrapped around his hips. His cock hitting your g-spot over and over again.

Your sweet, pleasure out walls clenched around him. Your breaths becoming shallow--mixed with Darry's groans and huffs. No doubt you two were close.

No words were needed. Both of you came from your high in sync. Your hearts becoming one like your vowels did two nights ago.

As the morning continued, the two of you stayed close, you two were making memories that would last far beyond your honeymoon.

Darry had spent so much of his life taking care of everyone else.

But now, he had someone who took care of him too.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹Caught in the Chorus

girlfriend!reader x Cameron Boyce

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You pull the mute trend on Cameron, turns out he doesn't appreciate how he got interrupted singing

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: fluff

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: i lwk feel like this would fit Cam so well. This was so cute to make. I need to do this for like MK or Malachi. no you worries, i've seen this trend anyways. and you're so welcome. enjoy!

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The apartment was unusually quiet.

Which, with Cameron Boyce around, usually meant one of two things: he was either completely focused on something important… or he was doing something ridiculous.

You were sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone when you heard it.

Singing.

Very passionate singing.

Very loud singing.

You looked up, already smiling.

“Is he seriously singing right now?” you whispered to yourself.

The answer became obvious as Cameron’s voice got louder from the bathroom.

He was singing along to “Believer” by Imagine Dragons like he was performing in front of a sold-out stadium.

Except…

He was definitely not hitting every note.

Not even close.

You covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing as you walked closer to the bathroom.

Cameron was completely unaware, putting his entire soul into the performance.

The shower water was running, his phone was playing the song from the counter, and he was absolutely convinced he sounded amazing.

You had an idea.

A hilarious one.

You quickly pulled out your phone and opened Instagram. You started recording your story, pointing the camera toward the bathroom door.

Then, quietly, you reached over and paused the music playing from Cameron’s phone.

Instant silence.

Cameron stopped mid-note.

There was a moment of confusion.

Then you saw the shower curtain move.

“Hello?” Cameron called out suspiciously.

You were already trying not to laugh.

The curtain opened just enough for Cameron to peek out.

His eyes immediately landed on your phone.

“You are recording me?!” he yelled.

That was it.

You completely lost it.

You were laughing so hard you could barely keep the camera steady.

“Cameron,” you managed to say between laughs, “I’m sorry, but you were so serious.”

He stared at you, completely betrayed.

“I was having a concert!”

“A concert?” you repeated.

“Yes!” he said dramatically. “A very important one.”

You turned the camera slightly back toward him.

“Instagram, please rate Cameron’s shower performance.”

“Y/N!” he shouted, laughing now too. “Delete that!”

“No way. This is the best thing I’ve ever recorded.”

Cameron shook his head, smiling as he disappeared behind the curtain again.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

You grinned at your phone.

“I know.”

A few seconds later, he poked his head back out.

“But for the record,” he said, “my singing was amazing.”

You looked at him.

“Cameron.”

“Okay,” he admitted, laughing. “Maybe the shower acoustics were doing some of the work.”

You burst out laughing again, and soon he was laughing with you.

The Instagram story stayed up for the rest of the day.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ You Before Everything

fiancé!reader x Tim Whalen

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: Tim is in order to hurt the most important thing, but you are worth more and he will protect you forever

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: fluff, angst, mentions of killing

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: finally!!! I have been needing a Tim Whalen fic. This melted my heart, omg. And I am so glad you love my Rob Lowe fics! Enjoy!

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Tim stood frozen.

Mike's words echoed through the room long after he'd stopped speaking.

"You know what has to happen, Tim. She knows too much. Kill her."

Tim stared at him like he'd spoken another language.

"...No."

Mike's expression hardened. "Don't make this difficult."

"I said no."

Silence stretched between them.

Tim shook his head, disbelief giving way to anger.

"You want me to kill the woman I'm going to marry?"

"She's a liability."

"She's Y/N."

His voice cracked on her name.

"I love her."

Mike stepped forward. "Love gets people killed."

"No," Tim answered quietly. "People like you do."

Mike's jaw tightened.

"I've done everything you've asked of me. Everything." Tim swallowed. "But I will never lay a hand on her. Never."

"You'd choose her over us?"

"I'd choose her over anyone."

For a moment, neither man moved.

Then Tim turned and walked away before Mike could stop him.

The drive home felt endless.

Every red light made his chest tighten. Every passing car made him wonder if someone had already been sent ahead.

When he finally reached the little house the two of them shared—the one that had been hers long before he'd moved in—he almost ran to the front door.

Y/N looked up from the couch the second she heard him.

"Tim?"

She smiled, but it disappeared almost immediately.

"...What's wrong?"

He crossed the room without answering.

The moment he reached her, he wrapped both arms around her and pulled her tightly against his chest.

She stumbled slightly before hugging him back.

"Tim..."

He buried his face in her hair, breathing her in like he needed proof she was still there.

She rubbed slow circles across his back.

"Talk to me."

His grip tightened.

"I thought..." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I thought I was going to lose you."

She leaned back just enough to look at him.

"What happened?"

Tim hesitated.

He couldn't tell her everything.

Not yet.

Instead, he cupped her face, his thumbs brushing her cheeks.

"I need you to believe me."

"I do."

"I will never hurt you."

Confusion flickered across her face.

"I know."

"No." He shook his head. "I need you to hear it."

His eyes were glossy.

"No matter what happens... no matter who comes after us... I will never be the one to hurt you."

She reached up, resting her hand over his.

"I've never doubted that."

That only made his heart ache more.

He pulled her into another embrace, gentler this time, resting his chin on top of her head.

"I'll protect you," he murmured.

She smiled softly against his shoulder.

"You always do."

He closed his eyes.

I hope that's enough.

Because Mike wasn't the kind of man who accepted "no."

And for the first time in years...

Tim was afraid.

Not for himself.

For her.

He held her a little tighter.

"If anyone ever tries to take you from me," he whispered, "they'll have to go through me first."

Y/N tilted her head up, pressing a soft kiss beneath his jaw.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Tim kissed her forehead, lingering there.

"I just hope Mike never decides to come after you."

She didn't understand why he'd said it.

But she felt the fear in the way he held her.

So she wrapped her arms around him just as tightly, letting the silence settle around them.

Outside, the night was still.

Inside, Tim made himself one silent promise.

Whatever happened next...

Y/N would live.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹Only Me

girlfriend!reader x Malachi Barton

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You are hanging with some guy and girl friends, but Malachi doesn't like the guy friends at all, so he reminds you who you belong to

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: smut, p n v sex, possessive sex, spanking, choking, dirty talk, teasing, edging, a lot of filthy stuff in here

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: this is was lwk a good request for Malachi. i tried to make this as long as i could think of. hope this turned out well. enjoy!

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Lately, you'd been spending more time with your friends.

Between group outings, movie nights, and random late-night drives, your schedule had been packed. Malachi was happy you had people who made you smile.

Mostly.

There was just one thing he couldn't seem to ignore.

Ethan.

Every time your friend group got together, Ethan somehow ended up next to you. He'd make you laugh, throw an arm around your shoulders for pictures, steal your fries, and tease you the way only longtime friends could.

You never thought anything of it.

Malachi noticed everything.

By the end of the evening, he was unusually quiet as the two of you walked to his car.

"You okay?" you asked, buckling your seatbelt.

"Yeah."

"You don't sound like you're okay."

"I'm fine."

You gave him a skeptical look but decided not to push.

The drive home was mostly silent.

As soon as you stepped inside his apartment, you slipped your shoes off and turned to face him.

"...Now are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I didn't like how close Ethan was with you tonight."

Your eyebrows lifted.

"What?"

"He was always next to you. He kept touching your shoulder, making you laugh..." He looked away for a second before meeting your eyes again. "I know he's your friend. I know. I just..."

"You got jealous."

"A little."

"A little?"

"...A lot."

You couldn't help smiling just a bit.

"You've been smiling all night at everyone except me."

"I didn't realize."

"I know you didn't."

He stepped closer, his expression softer now.

"I've just... missed you."

Your smile faded into something gentler.

"You've been so busy lately."

"I know."

"And I don't want to be the boyfriend who tells you not to hang out with your friends."

"You wouldn't."

"No."

He took another step until there was barely any space between you.

"I just wanted to tell you how I felt instead of pretending I was okay."

Your heart squeezed.

"You could've told me."

"I am now."

You reached for his hands.

"Ethan's practically my brother."

"I figured."

"You don't have to compete with him."

"I know."

"You don't have to compete with anyone."

His shoulders relaxed a little.

"I'm with you because I want to be."

A small smile finally appeared on his face.

"You sure?"

You laughed softly.

"I'm very sure."

He let out a quiet breath, relief washing over his features.

"I guess I needed to hear that."

You gently squeezed his hands.

"You're my boyfriend, Malachi."

"I like hearing you say that."

"So I'll say it again."

You leaned up just enough to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

"You're my boyfriend."

His grin grew.

"And you're my girlfriend."

"I am."

He smirked again. Getting used to it. "Say it again. Who is your boyfriend?"

"You are, Malachi."

"Good," he murmured, voice getting lower and darker. . "Because I'm going to show you who you belong to."

"M-Malachi—”

Your words couldn't form. Not when Malachi lifted you up and took you to his bedroom.

Soon clothes were scattered around the floor. It wasn't long until Malachi was thrusting into you second after second. His groans and huffs echoed through the room.

Your moans and whimpers soon began to fall in sync with his.

As Malachi went faster, his hand came in contact with your throat. He tightened his grip on your throat.

"Only I do this to you. Only I can fuck you."

You couldn't say anything. His grip tightened. He leaned down. "Say it. Say only I can fuck you."

"Only you can fuck me. I'm yours." As Malachi went faster, hips slamming into yours, your climax was there.

"M-Malachi, I'm gonna—"

You could barely say it all. Your release hit you like a stone. You took deep breaths?

Malachi? Oh, he was ready to keep going.

Before another thought, Malachi flipped you over to your stomach.

Sliding into you with ease because of moments ago. He would occasionally spank your ass whenever your moaned too loud.

"M-Mal—"

Another spank to your ass. His breaths became heavy and shallow. "A-Again, say it again."

"Baby, mmmm" You moaned. Gripping the sheets. Body moving with his. The release coming closer. "M—Malachi, p—please, baby. I-I wanna cum."

Malachi smirked. He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "You cum when I say you cum. You understand that?"

You could only nod.

Wrong.

SMACK!

Another sharp spank to your ass. His grip tightened in your locks. "Wrong answers. Use your words, baby girl."

"Y—Yes, Malachi."

"Good girl."

Malachi couldn't say anything himself. He was close too—the way you feel. The way you clench him, moaning his name. He was about to fall, and wanting to fall with you.

"C-Cum, y/n. Cum like a good girl."

Not another thought processed. Both you and Malachi came. Your sounds in sync, echoing in the room. Breaths heavy and hearts finally beating as one.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Too Cute

shy!girlfriend!reader x Malachi Barton

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: When Malachi starts to turn you on, he can't help see how adorable you are

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: make-out, fluff, grinding, touching, grouping

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: the way I read the request made me go for real. this is lwk so adorable and sweet. Enjoy!

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The bedroom was quiet except for the steady hum of the ceiling fan and the soft glow of fairy lights strung along the wall.

A movie played on the TV, though neither of you had been paying much attention to it for the last half hour.

You were curled up beside Malachi, tucked beneath one of his oversized blankets with your head resting against his shoulder.

He glanced down at you with an amused smile.

"You've barely said a word since we started the movie."

"I've been watching it."

"Mhm."

"I have."

He laughed quietly. "Then tell me what's happened in the last ten minutes."

You opened your mouth.

"..."

"...Exactly."

A small, embarrassed smile tugged at your lips as you lightly nudged him with your shoulder.

"You're mean."

"I'm observant."

He reached over, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before letting his fingertips linger against your cheek.

"There you are."

You instinctively looked down.

"You always do that," he said fondly.

"Do what?"

"Hide."

"I don't hide."

"No?"

You shook your head, still refusing to meet his eyes.

His smile only grew.

"I think you've looked at the blanket more than you've looked at me tonight."

"It doesn't stare back."

He laughed, the sound warm enough to make you smile despite yourself.

"There it is."

"What?"

"That smile."

Your cheeks turned pink almost instantly.

"Oh, now you're blushing too."

"Malachi..."

"What? It's cute."

You covered part of your face with your sleeve, making him grin even wider.

"So cute."

Before you could protest again, he gently placed a hand on your waist and guided you a little closer until your knees brushed his.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

You nodded.

"Can I kiss you?"

You gave the tiniest nod.

"Words."

"...Yes."

"Thank you."

He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to change your mind if you wanted to. When you stayed where you were, he smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

It was soft and unhurried.

He started to slowly grind his hips on your thigh. His soft, veined hands brush your covered breast. Making a soft pink nipple rise in your bra through your shirt.

His lips lean down and kiss your neck. Finding that sweet spot for the first time. And when you made a sound?

Not only did you melt, but so did he. So he kisses it over and over again. You made a sound that you have never let out before.

Malachi smirked along your neck. His hand squeezed your hip. When he pulled away, you shyly ducked your head.

"You really are adorable."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh? Then why can't you look at me?"

"I can."

"You've been staring at my hoodie string for the last thirty seconds."

You couldn't help laughing.

"There it is again," he said, clearly pleased with himself.

He brushed his forehead against yours, his hand still resting comfortably at your side.

"I like making you laugh."

"I noticed."

"And I like making you smile."

You rolled your eyes playfully, though your smile never disappeared.

"And I definitely like how flustered you get."

"I do not get flustered."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You've hidden your face three times."

"...Maybe four."

"I appreciate the honesty."

You let out a dramatic sigh before finally looking up at him.

"There you are," he whispered with a grin.

His thumb brushed lightly over your cheek.

"I know you get shy," he said. "You never have to pretend not to. It's one of the things I like most about you."

Your heart melted.

"You really mean that?"

"I really do."

Your expression softened, and without thinking, you leaned forward just enough to rest your forehead against his.

He smiled.

"So..."

"So?"

"You gonna hide again?"

"...Probably."

"I figured."

He wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug, laughing quietly as you buried your face against his shoulder.

"There she goes," he teased.

"I'm comfortable."

"I know."

"And I'm not hiding."

"Mhm."

"You don't believe me."

"Not for a second."

You smiled into his hoodie.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹Quiet Signals

ADHD!girlfriend!reader x Malachi Barton

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: you have ADHD and nervous as you have an interview, but Malachi is there to help you

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: reader ADHD, small angst, fluff

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: ofc i can! i kinda just made this to an ADHD reader. as always, never targeted to someone who has ADHD, just something that is cute and helpful by Malachi. Enjoy!

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The first few weeks of promoting Zombies are... overwhelming.

The cameras.

The interviews.

The flashing lights.

The expectation to always smile and have the perfect answer.

You love acting. You love the cast. You even enjoy meeting fans.

But interviews?

Those make your stomach twist.

As the host asks another question, you smile politely while trying to focus on what's being said. Your leg has been bouncing for the last ten minutes without you even realizing it.

You don't notice you're picking at the skin around your thumbnail until another hand gently rests over yours beneath the table.

Warm.

Familiar.

Malachi.

Without taking his eyes off the interviewer, he gives your hand a light squeeze.

No words.

Just a reminder.

I'm here.

You let out a slow breath, relaxing your hand into his.

It becomes something only the two of you understand.

If you start picking at your fingers, he quietly hooks your pinky with his.

If the room gets too loud and everyone starts talking over one another, he answers the next question first, giving you a few extra seconds to gather your thoughts.

If you lose your train of thought halfway through an answer, he smiles.

"I think what she's trying to say is..." he says before glancing at you. "...Did I get that right?"

You laugh, grateful he never makes you feel embarrassed.

"Yeah," you say with a grin. "Exactly."

One interview is especially rough.

The room is packed with reporters, questions flying from every direction.

By the third question, your attention has already drifted to the loose skin beside your index finger.

You know you shouldn't pick.

You can't seem to stop.

Before you even realize what you're doing, Malachi quietly reaches into his jacket pocket and places a small silicone fidget ring in your palm.

He started carrying it weeks ago.

Just in case.

You look over at him.

"You remembered."

He smiles like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Of course I did."

You slip the ring onto your finger, rolling it with your thumb instead.

Little by little, the urge to pick fades.

When the interview finally ends, the two of you climb into the car.

You sink into your seat with a sigh.

"I was a mess."

"You weren't."

"My leg wouldn't stop bouncing."

"I know."

"I picked at my skin again."

"I know."

"I almost forgot my answer."

"You did forget your answer."

You groan, dropping your face into your hands.

"I'm never doing another interview."

Malachi laughs softly before gently pulling your hands away from your face.

"You know what everyone else saw?"

You shake your head.

"They saw someone who was funny, kind, and excited to be there."

"They definitely saw me fidgeting."

"So?"

You blink.

"So?" you repeat.

"So you fidget."

He gives a small shrug.

"You bounce your leg when you're nervous."

Another shrug.

"You play with your rings."

He smiles.

"You doodle on every scrap of paper you can find."

A laugh slips out before you can stop it.

"You interrupt yourself because your brain moves faster than your mouth."

"I do not."

"You literally just interrupted me."

"...Okay, maybe."

His grin grows.

"My point is..." He reaches over and gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Those things are part of you."

Your eyes fall to your intertwined hands.

"I always worry people think I'm weird."

"I don't."

"I know you don't."

"And I don't think the fans will either."

You glance back at him.

"What if they do?"

Malachi gives your hand another reassuring squeeze.

"Then they're missing out."

A smile slowly finds its way onto your face.

"You make everything less scary."

He shakes his head.

"I don't."

"You do."

He leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"I just remind you that you don't have to hide who you are."

You rest your head against his shoulder as the car pulls away.

For the first time all day...

Your leg stops bouncing.

Not because you're forcing it to.

Can I pls request a Malachi x gf! reader fic where reader is born 5 days before malachi but the year after and like a bday week for the two of them or her messing with him for finally being the same age as him for 5 days. No rush and thank youuuuu!

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Five Days Ahead

girlfriend!reader x Malachi Barton

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary:

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning:

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n:

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Everyone knew Malachi Barton loved being the older one.

Even if it was only by a few months.

He would bring it up whenever he got the chance, acting like the tiny age difference was some huge accomplishment.

“I’m older than you,” he’d remind you with a grin.

You would always roll your eyes.

“By barely any time.”

But every year, there was one special week.

Your week.

Because you were born five days before Malachi… just the year after.

Which meant for five glorious days, you got to be the exact same age as him.

And you never let him forget it.

The morning of your birthday, Malachi called you almost immediately.

“Happy birthday!” he said excitedly.

You smiled. “Thank you.”

“Finally,” he joked. “You caught up.”

You paused dramatically.

“Actually…”

Malachi went quiet.

“What?”

You smiled even wider.

“I’m officially the same age as you now.”

A second of silence.

Then he groaned.

“Oh no.”

You laughed. “Oh yes.”

For the next five days, you made sure to remind him constantly.

“Can you pass me that?”

“Sure, since we’re the same age and all.”

“Remember when you were older than me?”

“Good times.”

Malachi shook his head every time, but he couldn’t hide his smile.

“You waited all year just for this, didn’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

Your birthday week became a tradition between the two of you. Whether it was celebrating with cake, watching movies, or just spending time together, Malachi always made sure you felt special.

And when his birthday finally arrived five days later, he acted like he had regained his title.

“Guess what?” he said proudly.

You looked at him. “What?”

“I’m older again.”

You gasped dramatically. “No way.”

“Yes way.”

“That’s devastating.”

He laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You loved it.”

“I did,” he admitted.

Later that day, while the two of you were celebrating, Malachi smiled at you.

“Honestly, I think I like your birthday week.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Even though I make fun of you?”

“Especially because you make fun of me.”

You laughed, and he shook his head before pulling you into a hug.

For five days every year, you got to tease him about being the same age.

Hi, readers!

I just wanted to reach out and let you all know that if you've requested something, don't worry—it's on the way! I received a lot of requests last week, and I've been working on them all weekend.

I'm so sorry they're taking longer than expected. I promise I'm doing my very best to get them finished.

As many of you know, I usually complete all of the requests before posting them so everyone gets their request around the same time, and you all have the chance to check out what others have requested too.

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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Nothing to Fear

girlfriend!reader x thriller!Michael Jackson

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You go to Michael's house and sees that he has a pet snake, Muscles. He maybe different, but you love him for it

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: None, fluff if you squint

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: I may have gotten a little carried away with the hashtags. But, I love this idea so much. We love MJ (especially me hehe). Listening to P.Y.T while writing this. This is literally so sweet, omg. Okay, enough yapping, enjoy!

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The first thing you noticed when Michael opened the front door was his smile.

The second...

Was how excited he looked.

"You made it!" he beamed, pulling you into a warm hug.

"I said I would."

"I know."

He grinned, taking your hand.

"I've got something I want to show you."

"Oh?"

"You'll see."

His excitement was contagious as he led you through the house and upstairs toward his room.

"You've been smiling this whole time," you teased.

"I can't help it."

"What are you hiding?"

"It's a surprise."

You laughed.

"That somehow makes me more nervous."

Michael pushed open his bedroom door.

It was exactly how you'd imagined it—records stacked neatly on shelves, notebooks filled with song ideas, a guitar resting in the corner...

And then...

You froze.

"...Michael."

"Hm?"

"Why..."

Your eyes widened.

"...Is there a snake in your room?"

Michael blinked.

Then looked toward the large glass enclosure by the window.

"Oh!"

His face lit up.

"That's Muscles."

You instinctively took a small step behind him.

"...Muscles?"

"Mhm."

The snake lazily lifted its head before curling back onto a branch.

Michael walked over to the enclosure like he was greeting an old friend.

"Hi, buddy."

You watched from what you considered a very safe distance.

"You... have a pet snake."

"I do."

"You never mentioned that."

"I guess it never came up."

He smiled sheepishly.

"I thought you'd think he was cool."

You stared at the snake.

Then at Michael.

Then back at the snake.

"I think he's..."

You searched for the right word.

"...very much a snake."

Michael laughed, the sound soft and bright.

"He's harmless."

"That's what everyone says before something bites them."

"He won't bite you."

"You sound awfully confident."

"Because I know him."

He reached toward the enclosure, gently letting Muscles coil loosely around his forearm.

Your eyes grew even wider.

"Michael!"

"What?"

"He's on you!"

"I noticed."

"Aren't you scared?"

He looked genuinely puzzled.

"Why would I be?"

You folded your arms.

"Because he's a snake."

Michael looked down at Muscles with an affectionate smile.

"He's just curious."

As if proving his point, Muscles simply rested comfortably around his arm.

"See?"

"He isn't trying to hurt anybody."

Michael glanced back at you.

"Animals usually just want someone to be kind to them."

His voice softened.

"They're a lot gentler than people give them credit for."

You smiled despite yourself.

"You really love your animals, don't you?"

"I do."

He rubbed the top of the snake's head with surprising tenderness.

"They trust me."

Something about the way he said it made your heart melt.

Not because of the snake...

But because of him.

The gentle way he handled every creature.

The patience in his voice.

The kindness in his eyes.

After carefully settling Muscles back into his enclosure, Michael turned toward you.

"I know he's not everyone's favorite."

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking shy.

"I probably should've warned you."

"It's okay."

"I just..."

He looked down at the floor.

"I hope you don't think I'm weird."

You stepped closer.

"Weird?"

He shrugged.

"A little."

You reached up, cupping his cheek.

"I think you're sweet."

His eyes met yours.

"You do?"

"I think anyone who cares this much about another living thing has a really good heart."

A bashful smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"I wasn't sure what you'd think."

"I think..."

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

When you pulled back, his cheeks had turned a faint shade of pink.

"...I love you."

For a second, Michael just stared.

Then his smile grew so bright it could've lit the whole room.

"You... you do?"

You laughed.

"I do."

He ducked his head, suddenly too shy to meet your eyes.

"I love you, too."

You slipped your hand into his.

"So..."

You glanced toward the enclosure.

"Maybe... don't expect me to hold Muscles today."

Michael laughed.

"That's okay."

He squeezed your hand gently.

"You don't have to love snakes."

He smiled at you with that unmistakable warmth.

"You just have to let me."

You smiled back.

"I think I can do that."

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ You're Safe With Me

anxiety!actress!fiancee!reader x Jaafar Jackson

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You have gone through so much with the premiere, enough is enough and Jaafar is there by your side

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: reader has anxiety, fluff, small angst

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: No, you're all good. This is a sweet request. And for those who have anixety, always know that I am here for you and you can get through anything. I believe in you! Love you! Enjoy!

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Camera flashes exploded like lightning across the red carpet.

Your name echoed from every direction.

"Y/N!"

"Over here!"

"One more!"

"Can you pose with Jaafar?"

The premiere of your newest film was supposed to be exciting. Months of filming had finally led to this moment, and you had imagined yourself smiling through interviews with your fiancé by your side.

Instead, the crowd felt impossibly loud.

You tightened your grip on Jaafar's hand.

He glanced over, smiling softly.

"Nervous?"

"A little."

He brushed his thumb across your knuckles.

"You've got this."

You nodded, trying to believe him.

The first few interviews went smoothly.

You laughed.

Answered questions.

Smiled for pictures.

Then more fans pushed toward the barricades.

More photographers squeezed closer.

Voices began overlapping.

"Look this way!"

"Jaafar!"

"Y/N!"

"Kiss!"

"Can we get one more?"

"Smile!"

Flash.

Flash.

Flash.

The lights became blinding.

Your heartbeat sped up.

Too fast.

Your breathing became shallow.

You tried focusing on the interviewer in front of you, but their words blurred into the roar of the crowd.

Your vision started to tunnel.

"Y/N?"

You barely heard Jaafar.

Another wave of shouting erupted behind you.

Your chest tightened.

You couldn't seem to catch a full breath.

Your fingers trembled against his.

Jaafar's smile disappeared instantly.

"Hey."

You didn't answer.

Your eyes stayed fixed on the ground.

He gently stepped between you and the cameras, blocking as many flashing lights as he could.

"Can we have just a minute?" he asked the nearby publicist.

She immediately nodded and guided photographers back a few steps.

Jaafar turned completely toward you.

"Look at me."

Your breathing hitched.

"I can't..."

"You don't have to look anywhere else."

His voice stayed calm and steady despite the chaos surrounding you.

"Just me."

Slowly, your eyes met his.

"That's it."

He cupped your hands in his.

"I've got you."

Your breaths still came too quickly.

"I know it feels like everything's happening at once."

You nodded weakly.

"But you're not alone."

He rubbed gentle circles across your knuckles.

"You don't have to rush."

His voice stayed low enough that only you could hear.

"Can you hear me?"

Another nod.

"Good. I'm right here."

The noise of the crowd was still there...

But somehow it felt farther away.

Jaafar kept talking—not because he expected you to answer, but because he wanted your attention anchored to him instead of the flashing lights.

"You're doing great."

"In..."

He took one slow breath.

"...and out."

Without thinking, you matched his pace.

Again.

And again.

Your heartbeat slowly eased.

The tightness in your chest began to loosen.

A tear escaped before you could stop it.

"I'm sorry."

He frowned immediately.

"For what?"

"I ruined the premiere."

"You didn't ruin anything."

"But everyone—"

"I don't care about everyone."

He brushed the tear from your cheek.

"I care about you."

Your eyes watered even more.

"You've spent months making this movie."

He smiled gently.

"The carpet can wait."

"You can't."

You let out a shaky laugh.

"You always know what to say."

"I don't."

He grinned.

"I just know that I'd rather miss every photo tonight than let you think you have to get through this by yourself."

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder for a moment.

He wrapped his arms around you without hesitation, shielding you from the cameras as best he could.

After a few quiet minutes, your breathing finally settled.

"You ready?"

You looked up.

"...Yeah."

"But only if we do it together."

He kissed your forehead.

"I wasn't planning on letting go of your hand anyway."

So when the two of you stepped back onto the carpet...

The cameras caught glamorous smiles.

Elegant outfits.

The perfect Hollywood couple.

What they didn't see...

Was the way Jaafar quietly squeezed your hand every few seconds.

A silent reminder that no matter how loud the world became...

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Stay a Little Longer

girlfriend!reader x Shawn Hunter

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: Shawn doesn’t know how to feel when his father is in the hospital, but you’re there for him

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: fluff, angst, mentions of death

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: hiii! girl, i love this request so much! i think i just watched this episode that i think you are thinking of. before you read, i just ask that there is mentions of death. i know how it is, so if you need anything, i would love to talk to you if you are going through what Shawn is going through. Love you! Enjoy!

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The hospital waiting room was almost painfully quiet.

The only sounds were the distant beeping of monitors, nurses' shoes squeaking against the polished floor, and the occasional page over the intercom.

Shawn sat hunched over in one of the plastic chairs, elbows on his knees, staring at the coffee in his hands.

He hadn't taken a single sip.

You quietly sat down beside him.

He didn't look up.

"You didn't have to come."

"I know."

Silence settled between you.

It wasn't uncomfortable.

With Shawn, it rarely was.

After a few minutes, you gently rested your hand against his.

He didn't pull away.

Instead, his fingers slowly intertwined with yours, holding on tighter than he probably realized.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to feel," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked at him, waiting.

"He left."

His jaw tightened.

"He always left."

He let out a bitter laugh.

"And now everybody keeps looking at me like I'm supposed to forget all of that because he's in a hospital bed."

His eyes stayed fixed on the floor.

"I can't."

"You don't have to."

"I keep thinking..." He swallowed hard. "What if something happens before I figure out whether I forgive him?"

The question hung in the air.

Heavy.

Painful.

Honest.

You squeezed his hand.

"I don't think forgiveness has a deadline."

Shawn finally looked at you.

"I don't even know if I want to forgive him."

"That's okay too."

His shoulders sagged.

"I hate that part of me still wants him to be my dad."

Your heart ached.

"Shawn..."

"I know he wasn't a good one."

His voice cracked.

"But he's still my dad."

A tear slipped down his cheek before he could wipe it away.

"I hate that I still care."

You reached up and gently brushed the tear away with your thumb.

"Caring doesn't erase what happened."

He closed his eyes.

"It just means you're human."

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Shawn leaned forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

The movement was hesitant, almost like he wasn't sure he was allowed to fall apart.

You wrapped your arms around him without saying a word.

He held on.

Tightly.

His breathing shook as months—maybe years—of hurt finally caught up with him.

"I've spent so much time pretending I don't need anybody," he whispered.

"I know."

"But right now..."

His voice broke.

"...I really need you."

Your eyes filled with tears.

"I'm here."

"I'll stay."

"You don't have to carry this by yourself anymore."

He let out a slow breath, the kind that sounded like it had been trapped inside him for years.

"You know what scares me the most?"

"What?"

"I'm afraid if I go into that room..."

He glanced toward the hallway leading to his father's room.

"...I'm going to be that little kid again."

The little boy who kept waiting on the porch.

The little boy who believed every promise that his dad would come back.

You gently took his face in your hands.

"You're not that little boy anymore."

His watery eyes met yours.

"You're allowed to be angry."

"You're allowed to be confused."

"You're allowed to love him."

"And you're allowed to be hurt by him."

"All of those things can exist at the same time."

A small, shaky smile appeared.

"You always know what to say."

You smiled back.

"No."

You brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead.

"I just know you."

He laughed quietly through the tears.

"Yeah."

After another long moment, Shawn stood.

His knees felt weak.

His heart felt heavier than ever.

But when he looked down...

Your hand was still in his.

"You ready?" you asked softly.

He looked toward his father's room, then back at you.

"No."

You nodded.

"That's okay."

He squeezed your hand.

"...Will you come in with me?"

Without hesitation, you smiled.

"Every step."

And together, hand in hand, you walked down the long hospital hallway.

Not because it would make everything hurt less.