Malachi Barton x singer gf!reader. word count: 981.

summary: You just dropped your new album and everybody is really curious about one of the song being obviously about Malachi Barton, your boyfriend.

warnings: suggestive content. fluff. use of y/n. When did you get hot? by Sabrina Carpenter.

a/n: hiii!! so i actually had this idea like 30 minutes ago, hope you like it, and feel free to send me request whenever you want 💗

Said y/n, don’t you know Mal? and I was like, huh.

Those were the exact words from one of the new songs you released today in your latest album. And honestly? No one saw it coming—not even your boyfriend.

He thought he knew every single track you’d written for the album, including the ones that never made it to the public. But you had planned this as a surprise for everyone… especially for him. You wanted to see his reaction when he heard it.

You were at the launch party your team and close friends had organized to celebrate the album’s release. Freya stood nearby, animatedly talking about how excited she was for the tour and how things were going. You and Mk listened with smiles, soaking in the moment.

Your attention was fully on the blonde until you caught sight of Malachi walking past on your left, giving you that signature wink—the one he always used when he wanted your attention.

“Guys…” you said, still watching your boyfriend disappear down a hallway.

“We know, we know. Go get your Prince Charming,” Mk teased before you could finish your sentence, laughing with Freya.

You looked at them with your mouth slightly open, speechless, then smiled and wrapped your arms around their shoulders.

“I love you both. If you need anything, just let me know,” you said warmly before heading in the direction Malachi had gone moments earlier.

You would’ve reached him sooner if not for two people who stopped you halfway. They were old friends of your parents, and they congratulated you with genuine excitement. You responded with the same energy—you loved moments like that.

But you loved being with Malachi even more.

When you finally reached him, he was leaning against the wall of a small room filled with a few sofas and chairs. He had his phone in hand. Before you could say a word, a familiar melody played from the speaker, and you instantly recognized it. A sly smile tugged at your lips.

“So… all of a sudden you can look me up and down all day?” he asked, quoting a line from the song.

When did you get hot? All of a sudden I could look up and down all day.

Your grin widened as you walked toward him. You placed your hands around his shoulders and neck, your chests gently pressing together. Even with your decent height, you still had to tilt your head up to meet his eyes.

Seconds later, Malachi’s hands found your hips, tracing soft circles with his thumbs.

“That’s right,” you replied, locking eyes with him.

It was funny, really.

Besides singing, you’d always loved acting—even if you didn’t do it often. Years ago, you met Malachi while filming Stuck in the Middle. You weren’t a main character, just a recurring friend of the Diaz siblings.

It was obvious to everyone on set that Malachi had a crush on you back then. But you never gave him more than a friendly hug and a warm hello, so that little crush stayed just that—a crush.

Years later, you reunited while working on Zombies 4: Dawn of the Vampires. And the rest? History.

“Didn’t know I was ugly as a kid. Thank you, baby,” he said.

Anyone else might’ve thought those words came from a place of hurt, but you knew him too well. He was just teasing you.

You bit your lip slightly, your gaze drifting to his mouth. “You’ve always been cute, but now…” You didn’t finish the sentence, just shrugged playfully.

Malachi smiled, those dimples driving you wild. “But now what, baby?” He needed you to finish that thought.

You shook your head, but couldn’t resist. “Now you’re incredibly hot,” you whispered, leaning closer.

He bit his tongue, trying not to say something that would get you both in trouble. Instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours—softly, sweetly.

The kiss was full of love, full of unspoken words that translated into mutual longing. You played with his hair while he held your waist firmly, yet gently.

You knew he would’ve done anything to keep that moment going, but you couldn’t let it. You pulled away, feeling him chase your lips just a little more.

“Baby…” he whispered, voice raspy, eyes still closed, forehead resting against yours.

“Kai…” you replied in that tone that always answered his questions without needing words.

He rolled his eyes with a soft smile. “I love you.”

You opened your eyes and smiled. “I love you even more, love.”

After a few minutes, you both returned to the main room where all the guests were gathered. You received a few curious but playful glances from your friends, though no one said a word.

The night continued with laughter and hugs, surrounded by people you cherished. You even had time to record several videos for social media with them.

In fact, you filmed one with Malachi for his account.

At first, it was just you on camera, singing the opening line of the song with a flirty smile.

“Said y/n, don’t you know Mal? and I was like, huh.”

You tugged Malachi by the collar of his shirt until he was center frame with you. From that moment on, neither of you looked at the camera—only at each other. You sang with a smile, and Malachi bit the inside of his cheek, staring at you like you were the only person in the world.

And saying people went crazy? That would be an understatement.

“I feel like I’ve been cheated in front of my eyes.”

“A tear just fell down my tight.”

“This is my bi panic.”

“I want whatever this is.”

“I don’t know if I wanna be Y/n or Malachi.”

Hiiiii!! Thank you for your request, I hope you like this <3! Also I know some people don’t like the use of y/n but i needed a name and I didn’t want to keep using “you” so I hope that doesn’t bug you.

Summary: Look at the above ask <3

“Dirty Songs”

The internet had already done its job.

Clips of your song were everywhere—on TikTok edits, on Twitter threads, blasted over Instagram captions. Y/N’s fans knew exactly who the song was about, even if she hadn’t said his name outright. The lyrics were sultry, raw, and unapologetically direct. Every other comment section was tagged with “@MalachiBarton 👀👀👀”.

Malachi had tried to play it cool. He shrugged off the teasing from his friends, pretended he didn’t notice the way his phone blew up every time fans saw Y/N performing it live. But inside? Yeah, it got to him. In the best, most complicated way.

And now… here he was, sitting on a chair in his mom’s podcast studio.

Felicia Barton, also known to the internet as THE Momager, was grinning from ear to ear as she set up her notes. The energy in the room was buzzing, partly because the podcast always thrived on candid conversations, but mostly because their special guest was Y/N herself.

Y/N smoothed her jeans and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She’d done a thousand interviews before, but something about sitting across from Malachi while his mom held cue cards made her pulse quicken.

Felicia leaned into her mic. “Okay, for everyone listening, today’s a special one. You’ve begged me for this guest, and honestly, I’ve been begging her too. You know her, you love her, and you probably have her latest single stuck in your head right now. Welcome, Y/N!”

The applause track played. Y/N laughed, giving a small wave. “Hi, thanks for having me. This is so fun already.”

Malachi smirked from across from her. “You nervous?” he mouthed.

“A little,” she admitted, cheeks heating. “Mostly because of your mom.”

Felicia shot them both a look, as if she could feel their side chatter. “Now, Y/N,” she began, flipping through her notes dramatically. “We have to address the elephant in the room. Your new single—explicit, bold, unapologetic. And, if the internet is to be believed, about my son.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face with both hands. “Oh my God, you’re just jumping right in.”

Malachi barked out a laugh, leaning back in his seat. “Yep, that’s Mom for you.”

“No, but seriously,” Felicia pressed, her grin mischievous, “when you wrote this song… were you thinking about him?”

The studio seemed to shrink. Y/N peeked out from behind her fingers, meeting Malachi’s eyes for half a second before looking back at Felicia.

“I mean…” she trailed off, fiddling with her rings. “Songwriting’s always personal. And I think good music comes from being honest about your experiences.”

“So that’s a yes,” Felicia said smoothly, without missing a beat.

Y/N laughed nervously, shaking her head. “That’s, you’re not gonna get a clear answer answer.”

Malachi shifted closer to the mic, his tone playful. “It’s a yes. She’s just scared to say it.”

Y/N whipped her head toward him, scandalized. “Malachi!”

Felicia clapped her hands together. “Oh, I love this. The tension. The chemistry. My listeners are going to eat this episode up.”

“Your poor listeners,” Y/N muttered, but there was a smile tugging at her lips now. She couldn’t help it; being around the two of them was disarming, comfortable, even if she was currently being roasted about one of her most daring songs.

Felicia softened then, tilting her head. “Okay, in all seriousness, what excites you most about releasing music like this? Because it’s vulnerable and it’s bold. Yet, you did it.”

The question hit Y/N in a way that steadied her. She straightened in her seat, her voice growing more confident. “Honestly? It’s the connection. I think people sometimes get shy about talking about intimacy, or desire, or owning your confidence as a woman. When I wrote this song, I wanted to be unfiltered. It’s about power, about joy, about not apologizing for how you feel.”

Malachi was quiet now, just watching her. The way her hands moved as she explained, the light in her eyes as she talked about her art, struck him harder than the song itself ever had.

Felicia nodded approvingly. “See, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear. That’s why I adore you, Y/N. You’re not just making hits, you’re saying something, and it's something that deserves to be said.”

Y/N smiled gratefully, her nerves melting into excitement. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

“And for the record,” Felicia added slyly, “if you two ever want to confirm or deny anything… You can always come back on Momager.”

Y/N nearly choked on her water. Malachi just grinned, leaning toward her mic. “We’ll keep that in mind.”

The episode wrapped not long after, full of laughter, teasing, and just enough vulnerability to make it memorable. As the mics powered down, Y/N exhaled a long breath of relief.

“That wasn’t so bad,” she admitted, gathering her stuff.

Malachi smirked, slinging his arm over the back of her chair. “Told you my mom doesn’t bite. She just exposes all your secrets to the world.”

Y/N shot him a look, but her laugh betrayed her. “I hate you.”

“You love me,” he shot back easily.

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.”

Malachi Barton x gf!reader. word count: 1.1k

synopsis: Just another night of lives on tiktok, laughs and kisses with Malachi after a show.

warnings: Kisses. Pet names. Fluff. Some cursing. Use of y/n and y/l/n. Malachi being whipped.

a/n: I just really wanted to write something short and cute so here it is! 💗 Btw, if you feel like sending me a request you can do it anytime you want!

Rarely could you enjoy a calm night since the Worlds Collide Tour had kicked off months ago. Usually, after the show, everyone would head out to grab a bite or order something quick before hopping back on the bus to travel to the next city.

Tonight was no different.

After picking up your food, you walked to the bus with Malachi. Once you reached the door, he stepped aside, waiting for you to go in first.

“Princess goes first,” he said with a soft smile, leaning against the bus and watching you closely.

You smiled back, pausing just long enough to press a kiss to his cheek before heading toward the small table inside. Mk and Freya were still outside, so the bus greeted you with a warm silence.

Malachi walked over to his usual seat and waited for you to sit beside him before starting to eat.

As always, you chatted while you ate—talking about the show, the energy, the fans. His hand rested on your thigh, occasionally giving it a gentle squeeze, and he never missed a chance to leave soft kisses on your forehead, cheek, or lips.

Not long after, Mk and Freya came in and started eating while you and Malachi moved to the couch. His guitar was beside him, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Wouldn’t you like to sing for a bit?” you asked with a soft grin—one he could never resist even if he tried.

He looked at you instantly and smiled. Leaning in, he left a quick kiss on your neck before standing up and grabbing the guitar.

“Sure, baby,” he said, settling back beside you and positioning the guitar between his legs. “What do you want to sing?” he asked again, brushing a few strands of hair from your face and tucking them behind your ear.

“Our song, maybe,” you shrugged, thinking aloud. “We could maybe go live—it’s been a while since I’ve done that.”

Malachi smiled at the mention of your song. He knew exactly which one you meant—it was impossible not to. It was the song you auditioned with for Zombies 4, and ever since, you’d sing it together with more passion each time. Even the fans knew it was your song.

Every breath you take.

You unlocked your phone and opened TikTok, starting a live. Within seconds, thousands of people had joined.

“Hi, guys,” Malachi greeted with a tired smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “This’ll be quick because we’re sleepy—even if she refuses to admit it.” he teased, pointing at you with his thumb as you sat beside him again.

“I’m not!” you laughed, shaking your head, even though all you really wanted was to crawl into bed next to him.

“Yeah, sure,” he chuckled, taking your hand and gently stroking it with his thumb. “So, we’re gonna sing our song and just wanted to share it with you guys,” he explained.

“Let’s go,” you said softly, looking through the comments from your seat.

“They’re so cute.”

“I just want what they have.”

“Can somebody explain why she’s so pretty!!”

“When I grow up I want to be like Malachi—imagine dating Y/n Y/l/n.”

Malachi laughed at the last one. “Well, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to find someone else—she’s all mine.” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer, planting a kiss on your hair.

“Mal, stop.” you said, trying to hide behind your hands with a nervous smile.

“Aww, look—y/n’s blushing. Doesn’t she look adorable, chat?” he laughed, gently pulling your hands away so he could see your face, dimples showing as he smiled.

“Can we start now?” you grimaced, trying to change the subject.

“Of course, baby.”

Malachi began playing the melody. Whenever he was focused, he’d lick his lips and bite them—a habit you’d noticed long ago. It was impossible not to notice how good he looked.

When it was your turn to sing, Malachi suddenly stopped.

“Wait, I’m sorry.” he said, pausing to remove a few bracelets fans had given him earlier so he could play more comfortably.

“Oh, that’s so embarrassing—I already started singing.” you said, lips pressed into a straight line as you frowned at him.

“No, it’s not, baby. It’s fine.” he reassured you, finishing his adjustments and giving your thigh a gentle, loving squeeze before continuing.

“I’m embarrassed.” you admitted, catching his gaze.

“Don’t be, love. Let’s do it again.”

“Okay, but start with me this time. I’ve got trust issues now.”

You both laughed. Malachi nodded and gave you a sideways smile.

This time, you sang together. You exchanged smiles and glances filled with love and joy. You were both exhausted, but those smiles, touches, and kisses never failed to show up.

A few minutes later, after chatting with the viewers, you couldn’t hold back a yawn—knowing exactly what that meant.

Malachi immediately turned to you, smiling softly. He took your hand resting on your thigh and placed both of them over it.

“Well guys, the lady here is super tired as you can see, so we’re gonna head to bed now.” he said, waving goodbye with his free hand.

You knew you couldn’t argue with him on this, so you just nodded and looked at the screen. “Bye, guys. Love you!”

“Bye!”

He reached for your phone to end the live, making a silly face at the camera before shutting it off. Then—without letting go of your hand—he put the guitar back in its place as best he could.

“Alright, baby. Let’s go sleep, yeah?” he said, standing up and gently tugging your hand to lead you toward the bunks.

The beds on the bus were pretty small, so sleeping together was nearly impossible. Malachi knew that—he’d tried more than three times and failed each one.

Standing in front of your bunk, he turned you around and leaned his forehead against yours, bending slightly to match your height.

“Hi.” you said, gazing into his eyes with a smile.

He smiled like a kid opening a new present. “Hi, my baby.” He placed both hands on your cheeks, gently caressing them. “Why don’t you go to sleep, huh? You did a lot today, and I can see in your eyes you’re about to pass out on me any second.”

“I’m not, Kai.” you said with a grin, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his freshly cut hair.

Without thinking twice, you pulled him in. Malachi kissed you immediately—just like he did every night before bed. It was a kiss full of love, affection, and need.

He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer like he never wanted to let you go.

“Do I really gotta see this every night?” Mk groaned, though he was clearly happy for you both.

You and Malachi laughed, pulling apart just slightly—though your hands stayed exactly where they were.

“Can’t say I’m sorry, man,” Malachi replied, knowing you wouldn’t say anything out of embarrassment.

Malachi Barton x fem!reader. word count: 2.7k pt1.

synopsis: Time passed and finally you could tell your feelings to Malachi, or that’s what could’ve happened if you two weren’t such stupid teenagers with messy feelings. But what could be better than a love confession in the rain?

warnings: Brothers best friend trope. Angst and fluff. Pet names. Use of y/n. Cursing. Stupid teenagers. A lot of cliches. I’m sure there could be some mistakes, i’m so sorry.

a/n: Hi!! so this is part two of this fic Beat after beat. Hope you like it even though it’s super cliche, and let me repeat, they’re such stupid teenagers but they love each other okey?🫰🏼

Hours slipped by as you stayed in the kitchen, finishing the cookies while Harry Styles played softly in the background. You tried not to cry again—but the ache in your chest made it hard.

Meanwhile, Malachi wrestled with his feelings. Every part of him screamed to break his promise and run back to you. To kiss you the way he’d been aching to—without restraint.

But he’d made a promise. To give you space tonight. And he couldn’t break it.

So he waited. Even though it felt like torture.

He kept glancing at the clock, silently counting down the minutes until he could see you again.

You were in the backyard, feet dipped into the pool, staring up at the stars. Night had finally fallen, and you were waiting—hoping Malachi would show up so you could talk. When you heard the door creak open, you smiled, expecting him.

But when you turned, it was your brother—with Malachi trailing behind.

“Hey, y/n. After hours of convincing, I think I finally got Malachi to agree to hit a party tonight. You in?” your brother grinned.

You didn’t answer. You just frowned at Malachi.

His heart lurched at the sight of you—alone, glowing under the moonlight, looking like the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He wanted to close the distance, wrap you in his arms, and tell your brother, “Forget the party. I’m staying here—with her.”

Instead, he forced a smirk.

“Yeah, I’m in,” he said, voice casual but hollow. “Could use a party tonight.”

Your frown deepened. He’d seen you crying earlier, and now he just wanted to go to some stupid party?

“Are you serious?” you asked, eyes flicking to the sky, trying to mask your emotions so your brother wouldn’t catch on.

“Why not?” Malachi replied, voice light—but his eyes locked onto yours, intense and burning.

Your brother stepped forward slowly trying to get you to agree. “Parties are fun. Loud music… people everywhere… easy to forget things.”

He stopped and Malachi stepped in.

“Hard to think about them.”

His gaze held yours—heavy with meaning. He wasn’t talking about the party. You knew it. And god, he knew you knew.

“Okay, if you’re going, get ready. We’ll wait in the living room,” your brother said before heading inside.

But Malachi didn’t move.

The second your brother disappeared, Malachi dropped the act.

He stepped toward you—quiet, deliberate—his eyes never leaving yours. The smirk was gone. Replaced by something raw. Real.

“You think I care about some dumb party?” he whispered, voice rough. “I’m only going because I can’t stay here with you right now and not do something stupid.”

A beat.

“Like kiss you in front of him.” He crouched down slowly, bringing himself to your level. “Look at me, y/n.”

You stood up without meeting his eyes and started walking toward the door. But just as your hand reached for the handle, he grabbed it.

The moment he felt you pulling away, Malachi acted on instinct.

He took your hand—firm, insistent, but gentle enough to let you go if you wanted to. But god, he hoped you wouldn’t.

“Don’t run away,” he said softly, voice low. “I’ve been waiting hours to talk to you. Please, princess. Look at me.”

“Malachi, I have to get ready. I’m going to a party with my brother and his best friend,” you said, looking at him. The words felt heavier than you expected. It had been a long time since you called him by his full name.

He froze.

The way you said “Malachi” hit him like a punch to the chest. Cold. Distant. Wrong.

From anyone else, it was just a name. But from you… it felt personal. Intimate.

And he hated the way you said “his best friend.”

He let go of your hand slowly, then stood to face you.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, jaw tight. “You’re going with your brother and his best friend.”

A beat.

Then he stepped closer—so close his breath brushed your cheek. “But don’t forget who’s been waiting for you under every one of those stupid nicknames. Who remembers how you take your coffee. How you bite your lip when I tease you.”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes—dark, intense.

“Don’t pretend it’s just Malachi the best friend going tonight. Because we both know… it’s me.”

You looked into his eyes—so different now. Not like earlier.

Was this really worth it?

“Fuck this,” you muttered, brushing past him, shoulder grazing his as you walked toward the door.

He didn’t stop you.

But the second your shoulder touched his—light, angry, charged—Malachi closed his eyes like it physically hurt.

And when he opened them again, the party didn’t matter. The world outside didn’t matter.

Only you.

He watched you walk away, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every step you took felt like a knife twisting in his chest.

“Fuck this?” he whispered to himself as the door shut behind you.

Then he dragged both hands through his hair and let out a low curse.

“Yeah… maybe it’s not worth it. But I don’t know how to stop wanting you anyway.”

You got ready, trying not to cry. You slipped into a sleek black bodysuit, a shimmering silver skirt, and a leather jacket. Your makeup was flawless. You looked stunning—even though you didn’t want to go out.

You walked into the living room. Your brother was there, along with Malachi and two of his friends—Jacob and Sam.

You glanced at Malachi. His jaw was tight. His eyes unreadable. You could tell he was mad. Maybe even pissed.

“We can go now,” you said.

Malachi’s jaw clenched harder. Every muscle in his body was tense. You looked even more beautiful than usual—and somehow, that made it worse.

He wasn’t angry at you. Not really.

He was angry at fate. At himself for caring so much, for wanting you even when it hurt. And most of all, for knowing he couldn’t stop looking at you.

In the car, you sat between Jacob and Malachi. You laughed and joked with Jacob while Malachi stared silently out the window.

“What’s up with Malachi? Why’s he so quiet?” your brother asked from the driver’s seat.

Malachi’s jaw ticked. You were right beside him—so close it hurt. He could hear your laughter, your voice, your joy.

He wanted to scream, because your little sister it’s breaking my damn heart.

Instead, he just shrugged. “I’m just tired, man… didn’t sleep well.”

At the party, you went straight to your friends. Jacob stayed unusually close—something you’d never seen before.

You told one of your friends about the situation with Malachi to which she just said, “Girl, drink and have fun. That’s what you need.”

So you did.

You drank—even though you rarely did—and started chatting with Jacob. He was kinda cute, but deep down, you just wanted to talk to Malachi. Even if your ego wouldn’t let you admit it.

The alcohol started to kick in. You laughed louder than you meant to. Your skin buzzed—not just from the drink, but from the energy of the party… and maybe from knowing he was watching.

Because he was.

You didn’t have to look. You could feel Malachi’s eyes on you. Burning into your back every time Jacob leaned in too close or when you laughed at something he said.

And then—like clockwork—he was there.

Malachi cut through the crowd like a storm. Jaw set and eyes dark. He didn’t say anything at first, just stood beside you like a silent claim.

Then he leaned in, voice brushing your ear. “Having fun?”

His tone? Low. Dangerous. Jealous as hell.

And god… it made you smile. A little too tipsy. A little too bold.

You turned toward him and whispered. “Yeah, actually,” you lied, smiling close enough for him to hear over the music.

“Lying doesn’t suit you, princess,” he murmured, voice rough against the beat.

His eyes flicked to the guy you were talking to—still lingering awkwardly—then back to you. Closer now. So close your breath caught.

“You’re tipsy,” he said—not accusing, just stating. “And I know that smile. It’s fake.”

He leaned in even more, lips nearly brushing your ear.

“You don’t want him. You never did.” A pause. Then softer: “…and we both know it.” His hand found yours beneath the crowd—fingers lacing tight. “So stop pretending.”

“What would you know?” you snapped, voice sharp with hurt. “You didn’t even notice how much I was hurting hours ago. So what would you know about who I want to be with, huh?”

Damn.

The second the words left your mouth, Malachi tensed. They were sharp. Bitter. And they hit him like a sucker punch.

It hurt.

He clenched his jaw, trying to hide the sting. Trying not to let it show.

But he was never good at hiding his feelings to you.

He tightened his grip on your hand—firm, but never painful.

“I know you better than anyone,” he said, voice strained. “So stop lying to me. And stop lying to yourself. You think you’re the only one hurting, princess? Do you have any idea what it felt like watching you pretend I didn’t exist these past few hours?”

You snapped, voice trembling with emotion. “Well, I don’t know, Malachi. All I could think about was you telling me you wanted me—and then turning around and telling me to go to a party. So screw you, Malachi Barton.”

You stormed out of that house, heart pounding, fury burning through your veins. The rain outside was relentless, soaking you instantly as you walked the short distance to your home. But you didn’t care. You needed to get away.

The moment Malachi saw you disappear into the storm, he didn’t hesitate.

He immediately moved pushing past people, ignoring Jacob calling his name and forgetting the party entirely.

He burst through the front door and into the downpour—eyes scanning until he saw you.

You were drenched and Shivering, however still walking fast like you could outrun the pain.

“Y/n!”

His voice cut through the rain, but you didn’t stop, so he ran after you like his life depended on it. He caught up in seconds, grabbing your arm gently but firmly, spinning you around beneath a flickering streetlight.

“You don’t get to say that and walk away,” he shouted over the storm, soaked to the bone. “You don’t get to tell me ‘screw you’ like I haven’t been dying inside every second I had to pretend around your brother!”

His hands cupped your face, forcing your eyes to meet his. Rain poured down both of you, but neither of you flinched.

“I wanted that talk tonight more than anything. And yeah—I panicked when your brother asked me because I was scared as hell of what I might do if we were alone.”

He leaned in, forehead pressing against yours, breaths mingling in the cold night air.

“So go ahead… hate me. Walk home if it makes you feel stronger. But don’t stand there and tell me I don’t know how much this hurts. Because goddamn it, y/n…”

His voice cracked.

“I love you. Now live with that.”

Your eyes welled up instantly, heart aching so hard it felt like it might split open.

“Mal… don’t do this,” you whispered, trying to breathe through the tears.

“Don’t do what, y/n?” he asked, voice raw. His thumbs brushed the rain—or maybe your tears—from your cheeks. “Tell you the truth? Finally say it out loud?”

He stepped closer, closing every inch of space between you.

“I’m not taking it back. I love you. I’ve been trying not to for so long… but I can’t lie anymore.” His breath hitched. “And if that makes this harder… then fine. Let it be hard.”

His forehead pressed against yours again, rain cascading around you both.

“But don’t tell me to stop,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Because if I do… I don’t know how to be okay after.”

Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. “I don’t want to get my hopes up. To think we finally made it… and then watch it all fall apart. Mal, I can’t have that. I love you too much to risk it.”

Malachi’s breath caught.

The way you said it—I love you too much—broke through every wall he’d ever built.

He didn’t speak for a minute, he just pulled you into him—tight—arms wrapping around your trembling frame like he could shield you from everything. His heartbeat pounded against yours, fast and desperate while his chin was resting on your head.

“I know,” he whispered into your hair. “I know you’re scared. God, I’m scared too. But then don’t,” he said fiercely, voice cracking. “Don’t take it back. Don’t run. Don’t hide. We’re already doing this.”

He pulled back just enough to cup your face again, eyes wild and full of emotion.

“You think I’d say it if I wasn’t ready? If I didn’t mean to fight for this?” His thumb brushed your lip, rain dripping down both of you. “For you?” A shaky breath escaped him. “Let’s break every rule we have to, princess… just not each other.”

You closed your eyes, resting your forehead against his. The rain kept falling, cold and relentless, but you didn’t move and then you opened your eyes having him already looking at you. Both of you were so close you could even feel his breath but you didn’t pull away.

You stayed there—forehead to forehead, soaked to the skin, heart racing like it wanted to leap out of your chest.

Malachi wasn’t breathing. Not really. Too afraid that if he moved, this moment would vanish.

He just watched you, noticing the way your lashes fluttered when you looked up and found him closer than before… How your lips parted slightly when you exhaled, and the way raindrops traced down your cheeks…

God, you were perfect.

And he was ruined.

His hands slid from your face to your waist, pulling you closer—like he could fuse you together if he held you tight enough.

“Say something,” he whispered against the storm, voice raw. “Even if it’s just my name… just don’t leave me hanging like this.”

His eyes searched yours—brown locked on brown—and in them swam every fear, every hope… every us you’d both been too afraid to speak aloud.

You placed your hands on his cheeks, caressing them gently, forehead still pressed to his. “Mal… just kiss me. already”

He didn’t hesitate.

The moment those words left your lips—soft, trembling, certain—he was gone. His hands gripped your waist tighter as he closed the final breath of space between you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was desperate and tender all at once. The rain poured around you, soaking through clothes and hair—but none of it mattered.

Not the cold.

Not the storm.

Only this.

His mouth moved against yours—slow at first, like he was savoring it… like he’d dreamed of it for years.

Then deeper. Hungrier.

As if trying to say everything he never could with words: I want you. I’ve always wanted you.

When he finally pulled back just enough to breathe—foreheads still touching—he whispered against your lips. “God… I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you.”

Eyes still closed. Heart racing.

“Don’t ever tell me screw you again.” he said like he needed to get it out.

“Shut up, Malachi,” you whispered with a smile—and kissed him again.

He laughed against your lips, breathless, the sound melting into a groan when you kissed him harder.

“Bossy and cute?” he muttered between kisses, hands sliding up your back beneath the soaked leather jacket. “Fucking lethal.”

But he didn’t argue.

Not when you were kissing him like that. He’d shut up a thousand times. So he gave in completely, pulling you flush against him, deepening the kiss like it was oxygen and he’d been drowning for years.

The rain kept falling.

The world kept spinning.

Chapter Title: “Boy For a Day”

Malachi Barton x OC

AN: I have literally never written a fic before, so if anyone sees this, lmk if its good. Also I have no clue how to summarize this but ill try

GIF is not mine!!!

Summary: When Marie tells Kylie Cantrall that she thinks Boy For a Day reminds her of Malachi, Kylie makes sure Malachi fixes that.

pair: Malachi Barton x reader

summary: Malachi and the other members from the Worlds Collide Tour find out his girlfriend, y/n(she/her), prays over them and he folds for her even more

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You weren’t supposed to be part of this interview. You were just there to support Malachi, sitting off to the side like you always did during the Worlds Collide Tour shows, happy to cheer him and the rest of the cast on.

But then the interviewer spotted you.

“We’ve got Malachi’s girlfriend here tonight too! Do you want to join us?”

You froze, eyes going wide. You weren’t a public person. Sure, you showed up in some of Malachi’s TikToks or popped up in the background of his lives sometimes, but you never sat in front of a camera like this. But Malachi was already grinning at you, reaching out a hand like, C’mon, you got this.

So you went.

He tugged you down to sit right next to him, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder like he wasn’t about to let you escape. You laughed nervously but leaned back into him because honestly, his arms always made you feel safe.

The interviewer smiled warmly. “So, since you’re here, are you ever worried something bad could happen on stage? Like an accident or anything?”

You blinked, caught off guard. All the cameras were pointed at you now, the whole cast waiting for your answer. You chewed your lip for a second before shrugging.

“Uh… I mean, yeah, sometimes I get a little anxious about it,” you admitted honestly. “I’m close with everyone here, so of course I worry about them.” You glanced around at the cast, who were all smiling at you like they didn’t expect you to say that. Then you added quietly, “But I usually don’t stay worried too long, because… well, I pray over all of them every morning and night before I go to sleep.”

The room went silent.

You instantly felt your cheeks heat up. You had never told anyone that before. Not even Malachi. It was just something you did because you cared.

The cast looked touched, some of them even mouthed a soft “aww”, but the biggest reaction came from behind you.

Malachi.

You didn’t see it, because you were too busy looking down at your hands nervously, but everyone else saw it. The way his whole face softened, the way his eyes instantly filled with this look like he was the luckiest person alive. He pressed his cheek against your shoulder, squeezing you tighter like he couldn’t believe you were real.

The interviewer smiled, moving on to the next question, but Malachi didn’t stop looking at you. He didn’t even care what was being asked anymore. He just stayed wrapped around you from behind, head tilted so he could keep watching you with that goofy, smitten grin.

Every once in a while, he’d whisper a tiny “I love you” into your ear, but you’d just blush and shush him because you still felt nervous being on camera.

But the cast kept sneaking glances at him and smiling knowingly. Because it was so obvious. The way Malachi Barton looked at you in that moment, like you hung the stars, like you were the only person in the world, it was clear he was completely, absolutely whipped.

And the funny thing was, you didn’t even notice.

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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The whole cast had decided to hang out at the park after filming. Blankets were spread out, snacks everywhere, and someone had brought a soccer ball that half the group was chasing around. You and Malachi were sitting together on one of the blankets, your hand in his, while you both watched everyone else goof around.

You leaned against his shoulder, your skirt shifting a little when you moved. It was one of your favorites-a short, cute one-but Malachi noticed right away that every time you adjusted, it rode up just a little. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed. Across the park, a group of teenage boys were hanging out, and they kept glancing over at you.

Malachi’s whole body stiffened. He didn’t like that. Not one bit.

Without saying anything, he grabbed the hoodie he’d taken off earlier and gently draped it over your lap.

You looked down, then back up at him. “Malachi… what are you doing?”

He gave you a small smile, but his jaw was tight. “Just... covering you up a little. Those guys over there…” His voice dropped lower. “They keep staring, and it’s pissing me off.”

Your heart fluttered at how protective he sounded. “Kai…” you said softly, squeezing his hand.

He sighed, meeting your eyes. “I know you love this skirt, and you look amazing in it -like, literally so beautiful- but I don’t want anyone else looking at you like that. You’re mine.”

You bit back a smile, cheeks heating up. “I like when you get all protective.”

That made him laugh, and he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Yeah, well, can’t help it. You’re my girl. They don’t get to look at you like that.”

You shifted so you were sitting half on his lap, hoodie still draped across your legs. His arms wrapped around your waist immediately, pulling you closer. “Better,” he mumbled against your shoulder. “Now no one’s looking except me.”

You giggled, leaning back against him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he shot back with that cheeky grin of his, kissing your cheek before stealing one of your snacks like nothing had happened.