Can you do a fic where the reader and the whole cast are hanging out and the reader is wearing a mini skirt and it keeps tending to rise up when she walks and there’s a group of teenage boys on the other side and Malachi sees them and sees her skirt keeps rising up and the way they keep staring at her .
Eyes on you
Malachi Barton x Reader
Summary: Your mini skirt keeps riding up while hanging out with the cast, and Malachi notices and protects you from staring boys all day.
Content: unwanted staring/objectification, mild clothing discomfort (mini skirt mishaps), protective behavior, lighthearted group banter, fluff, and a soft ending.
WC:901
A/N: This is kinda short sorry, i also realized there’s barely any dialogue 😭. If the person who requested the malachi Smau sees this that might take a while to get out cuz i’ve never don’t anything like that before🌚. If you want to request anything here are my rules and who i write for.
The morning sun spilled across the streets, golden and glaring, as you stepped out of your apartment, tugging nervously at the hem of your mini skirt. You’d chosen it for the day with the cast, playful, cute, summery, and paired it with a fitted top and sneakers. Perfect for walking, laughing, and spending the entire day outdoors. Or so you hoped.
The café where everyone had agreed to meet was already buzzing with laughter and chatter. The cast had gathered outside, spilling onto the sidewalk. Malachi leaned casually against the wall, smoothie in hand, and his smirk was in place the second he saw you.
“Finally!” he called, his voice cutting through the din. “Thought we’d have to send a search party!”
Sliding into the seat beside him, you adjusted your skirt as it shifted slightly while you crossed your legs. Malachi’s eyes flicked down briefly, taking note, before he looked back at the street, scanning without saying a word. His protective instincts were already alert.
The group erupted in chaotic conversation. Jokes, mock arguments over spilled coffee, playful nudges. You laughed along, though each movement made the skirt shift upward, tugging at it nervously every few seconds. Malachi’s gaze occasionally returned to you, subtle but unwavering, watching for any trouble.
——
Exiting the café, the streets were full of weekend energy. Vendors shouted prices, street performers played music, pedestrians wove in every direction. You stepped in the middle of the group, laughing at one of the cast’s jokes, when your attention caught movement across the street.
A group of teenage boys had stopped near a storefront. They whispered, nudged each other, and their eyes lingered far too long on you. You felt your stomach tighten as you tugged at the skirt.
Malachi noticed immediately. Without hesitation, he moved beside you, draping an arm casually over your shoulders.
“Hey,” he murmured low, just for you. “Stick with me.”
Your cheeks burned. “Oh god…”
He didn’t look away from the boys. “I got you.”
The boys exchanged awkward glances, then shuffled off. The rest of the cast naturally bunched closer, joking loudly, teasing to create a barrier, and distracting them. Malachi’s arm remained over your shoulders until the boys were completely out of sight.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you whispered once you were safe.
“Yeah, I did,” he replied. “Also, your face when you noticed them… priceless.”
“You’re an idiot ,” you muttered, lightly shoving him.
“An idiot who just saved you,” he smirked.
——
The park was next. Sunlight spilled across the green lawn. Some of the cast sprawled on blankets, others tossed frisbees, some sat snacking on food from a nearby vendor. You tried to sit cross-legged, but your skirt rode higher with every adjustment. Malachi, ever observant, dropped his hoodie across your lap.
“Problem solved,” he said casually, though his eyes continued scanning the crowd.
You looked at him incredulously. “Did you just-?”
“Yup,” he replied, smirking.
The group’s chaos continued around you: frisbees flew, snacks disappeared in mock thievery, laughter filled the air. Every time the skirt shifted, Malachi subtly adjusted, shielding you without anyone noticing.
Later, the breeze picked up, tugging at your skirt as you chased a frisbee. You barely caught it in time, tugging at your hem frantically. Malachi caught your gaze and gave you a teasing smirk.
“Need a hand?” he asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.
“Yes!” you groaned, cheeks heating.
He offered his arm to steady you as you laughed, fingers brushing yours, and the moment felt both protective and intimate.
——
Heading toward the arcade, neon lights splashed pink and blue across the street. You approached a claw machine, determined to win a plush toy. Two older boys nearby clearly stared at you, smirking. Malachi noticed instantly.
He leaned against your machine, brushing shoulders with you. “Need backup?”
“Yes,” you groaned. “In the form of actually winning this thing.”
Within moments, he expertly snagged the toy and handed it to you. The older boys’ attention immediately shifted as they realized approaching would mean dealing with him.
“You’re my bodyguard and claw machine champion?” you teased, holding the plush to your chest.
“Exactly,” he replied, smirk tugging at his lips.
——
Walking to the food court, the skirt caught on gusts of wind, brushing crowds repeatedly. Each time, Malachi noticed immediately. Sometimes he draped his hoodie over your lap; other times he subtly positioned himself in front of someone staring too long. The cast teased him endlessly, but he stayed unwaveringly protective.
At one point, a boy accidentally brushed past your side, causing your skirt to hitch dangerously high. Malachi shifted instantly, shielding you, muttering, “Careful.” Your cheeks burned, but the comfort of his presence was undeniable.
By evening, the group lingered under neon lights outside the food court. The laughter of your friends bounced off wet pavements as you held the stuffed toy. You reflected on the day, the skirt incidents, the boys staring, Malachi’s constant watchful presence, the playful chaos of the cast.
He leaned close, voice soft. “You don’t have to wait for me to notice. If you’re uncomfortable, just tell me. I’ll handle it.”
“Thanks,” you whispered.
“Anytime,” he said. “But maybe next time… rethink the mini skirt. You’re giving me heart attacks.”
You laughed, nudging him. “Dramatic.”
“Maybe,” he said, smirk tugging at his lips. “But you like it.”
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WHADDUP 🙈 as someone with a fattie I flaunt it whenever I can, so could I request a fic where Malachi takes any chance to cover readers butt or to touch it? And for context on cover it, when you both make tiktoks and reader has to twerk or sum he stands in front of her, puh-lease!
A/N: WASSUP LOVEEEE. How you doing? :) Please enjoy!
Mine to Cover
It had started as a joke — or at least, that’s what you told yourself the first time it happened.
You were standing in the kitchen one lazy Saturday morning, scrolling through TikTok and laughing at a dance trend your best friend had tagged you in. You’d just finished your coffee, still wearing Malachi’s oversized hoodie and a pair of tiny pajama shorts, when you decided to film it.
It was one of those dances that ended with a quick twerk — nothing wild, nothing crazy — but you’d barely started the recording before you felt him.
Two big hands, warm and steady, covered your hips and guided you out of frame.
“What—” you laughed, but Malachi was already stepping into the camera’s view, standing squarely between you and the phone.
“You’re not posting that,” he said casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to block your entire body. “Especially not in those shorts.”
You rolled your eyes. “Mal, it’s literally just—”
“I know what it is,” he interrupted, smirking like he already knew exactly how to win this argument. “But your butt is my business. Not TikTok’s.”
From there, it became a pattern.
Whenever you two filmed videos together, Malachi somehow always managed to position himself just right — a “coincidental” step forward, an “accidental” arm stretch, or the classic trick: standing directly behind you so that if you turned, your back would hit his chest.
You started calling him your human butt shield.
He didn’t even deny it.
One afternoon, you were filming a GRWM (get ready with me) video in the mirror. You’d picked a fitted skirt, and Malachi had wandered into the room halfway through your lipstick application.
“Cute,” he said, walking past you… only to immediately double back and plant himself behind you in the reflection. His hands came down firmly on your hips, and you felt the faintest squeeze on your ass.
“Babe,” you laughed. “You’re literally in the shot.”
“Good,” he murmured near your ear, eyes locked on the camera. “Let them know you’re taken.”
The funniest part was when he didn’t even try to hide it anymore.
At a friend’s birthday party, someone pulled out their phone to record everyone dancing. The moment the music switched to something with a beat, Malachi appeared at your side like clockwork, his palm smoothing over the curve of your backside before resting possessively on your hip.
“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered.
“I’m prepared,” he replied, lips quirking.
Sure enough, when the song ended and you watched the replay, there he was — hands all over you, shielding you like you were some VIP asset he was hired to protect.
It all came to a head during one of your joint TikTok lives. The chat was begging for a trending couple’s dance.
“It’s the one where I twerk for, like, two seconds,” you explained, already pulling up the sound.
Malachi groaned dramatically. “Oh, that one.”
“Yes, that one,” you said with a playful glare.
The live started rolling, music blasting, and you got through the first half fine… but right before the twerk part, Malachi made his move.
He stepped right in front of you, body blocking the camera, and turned the move into a cheesy slow dance instead. Chat exploded with laughing emojis and comments like “Malachi is the real MVP” and “protective king”.
When the song ended, you swatted his arm. “You’re impossible.”
He leaned down, voice low so only you could hear. “No. I’m yours.” His hand squeezed your butt just enough to make you choke on a laugh. “And you’re mine. End of story.”
Later that night, as you were scrolling through the comments and laughing about everyone calling him “overprotective boyfriend of the year,” he slid in behind you on the couch, hands predictably finding their favorite place to rest.
“You love it,” he said smugly, kissing the side of your head.
“Maybe a little,” you admitted.
“Good,” he murmured, fingers drumming idly against you. “Because I’m never stopping.”
prompt: Colby moves back to Centropolis to become a Villain for real and the Reader and him become quick enemies because she's a hero and keeps stopping him from doing bad things.
A/N: this GIF if actually so perfect for this story. I feel like this took me a lot longer than it should have but I feel like all my writing takes me way longer than it needs to...
(Y/H/N = Your Hero Name)
Colby Madden x Fem!Reader
Maybe not all Super heros are that bad
The centropolis air is dustier than Colby remembered, filled with smoke and debris like before but something about it feels different to him. Maybe it was how long he had spent underground, hidden with his family, or how he never really got to be a true villain before, but it wasn’t the same here.
Colby’s 18 now, the last to leave the house, Amy and Jake already off living their own lives, Jake as a hero and Amy getting an apartment with Hartley while they’re in University; he’s ready to finally be by himself and live as a villain. Not having his powers until after moving to Valley View has given him a late start, he’d have to work almost twice as hard to make up for the lost time.
He’s been in his new apartment a few weeks now, everything just finally getting set up fully. Colby was too busy making a name for himself as Flashform: bank heists, high speed chases, Super hero take downs which Colby was getting really good at, and more than enough petty theft for a lifetime.
Grabbing the remote for the TV, Colby turned it on, the news starting to play, talking about a new super hero that's been gaining a lot of popularity lately: Y/H/N, . She may have been new but she was making a big name for herself already stopping Colby 3 different times from committing major crimes; four weeks in and he already has an official nemesis.
It’s his first day off from villain work since his first week moving here and he plans on spending all of it on the couch, just him and the flat screen TV he just installed.
6 hours later and it turns out, Colby hates sitting on the couch with no breaks, and it’s really boring. He peels himself off the couch slowly, stretching every muscle out as he straightens up, then grabs the empty bowls and cup sitting on the coffee table, taking them to the kitchen.
Looks like Flashform was going to be making an appearance tonight afterall, maybe robbing another bank or- as Colby walks past his Window, he stops. A clear view of the Superhero Tower and its bright light shining throughout the darkening city was showing right through the big buildings directly through to his window.
It might be a horrible idea, stupid and arrogant to think he can do something that big only a couple weeks into being a villain, but it would get him a lot of publicity. Not to mention make his Villain ranking skyrocket.
So now here he is, invisible, sneaking behind a random super hero using their retina scan to enter the building full of important information and tech.
Not all Supers live in the tower, but a few do, especially newer ones who haven’t been around long enough to make much money and get places of their own; this meant his newest ‘fan’ was most likely living here. All he has to do is not run into her, and stay invisible until he finds out how the beacon is powered, and he’d go down as one of the greatest villains in history.
Keeping his steps light, he made his way through the building, sneaking in and out of rooms behind superheroes who open the doors for him. It takes a little while but he finally finds the way to the top floor, one of the floors the Supers live on and the one with the controls to the light beam.
Slowly making his way through the floor he checks a few of the doors for an unlocked one to sneak into for a little rest from using his invisibility. Finally finding an open room, he checks for people around that might notice the door opening and slips in after not seeing anyone.
The lights in the room are off and the curtains shut, making the entire room too dark to see anything. The longer he crept around the room, the more his eyes adjusted to the darkness, his sight getting more clear. He could make out a person in the bed in the back corner of the room, sleeping.
Trying not to panic or wake them, he turns invisible again, tiptoeing back towards the doorway when he feels someone grab his arm. Turning his head he gets a glimpse of Y/H/N, the only person in Centropolis who could see things that were invisible. He had wandered into her room out of all the Superheros that were on that floor.
“What are you doing in my room at 11pm Flashform,” Y/H/N Lets go of Coly’s hand and kicks him into the wall behind him.
“Not trying to put out the light on top of the Superhero Tower that’s for sure,” He picks himself up off the ground and throws Y/H/N across the room with his kinetic manipulation. She hit the wall, getting up right away and running at Colby.
He dodges her before shoving her against the wall and pinning her arms. “Just go back to sleep.”
“And let you put out the beacon? Absolutely not,” She struggles against his hold.
“I’m doing it no matter what; you might as well just let me,” Colby’s eyes lock onto hers, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t noticed her mask was off, her real face showing. Y/H/N was gorgeous.
“What?” She gives him a curious look.
“Sorry you’re just…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, pausing for a moment. She starts to lean in a little, Colby closing the gap between them completely, placing his lips on top of hers.
Anywho, I’ve never interpreted this song (or at least this part) as fully sad, but rather bittersweet. I interpreted it as a recognition that no amount of love will “cure” you. That sounds sad, I know, but it sounds like Olivia telling her partner that and learning to heal.
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I love this show on Disney about a family with a genius father, kids with super natural abilities, a badass mom who could kick all of their asses, and a comic relief/vital to the story character with no super abilities
Now am I talking about Lab Rats or Villains of Valley View?
