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History was made

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request for malia is that reader has a huge crush on malia and reader is in the crowd during one of the tour days and malia is blushing everytime she sees her and kylie teases her for her crush (reader is a masc)

posted! trust there will be a part two in the hotel room where it’s lots of fluff and ugh I wanna kiss her so bad I swear

[maliabakerr]

Your breath quickens when you hear sudden screams. You’re in the first row on the side of the stage of the Worlds Collide Tour, you’re not exactly planning on sitting down anyway so they put you anywhere they can find space since it’s a sold out show.

The sudden screams, it turns out, weren’t for fun, but because the girls finally came out for Worlds Collide, the first song of the show. You can’t help but cheer with the crowd. They don’t notice you at first, jumping around on stage, dancing, singing passionately. But your eyes always revert back to your girl, Malia.

She looks gorgeous in her dark red top and black flair pants, and God, her hair, you love it braided like this, second only to how it is when it’s naturally down. You cheer louder, clapping. Kylie sings her verse, looking around the arena with a smile, waving at different people. You notice her stop when she sees you, eyes lighting up and she jumps up to nudge Malia’s shoulder.

Malia looks confused as she looks where Kylie is pointing. Her eyes widen, she’s about to scream your name before Dara snapped both girls out of it, tapping their backs, Malia quickly sings her verse, eyes still on you. She even ends it with a wink as she walks off and you can’t help but giggle. God, that girl.

The rest of the song they’re in the front of the stage, their backs to you. The boys come out the side, exactly next to where you’re standing, and Malachi’s the only one who notices you, waving and shouting your name. You hadn’t told anyone except him that you’re coming so he knew where to look for you. The second he’s on stage, he taps Malia’s shoulder to point you out, and just like the first time, she waves at you full of smiles (you can swear she’s blushing).

You blow her a kiss, which all but knocks her off her feet as she goes back to her crowd. Only for a second then she’s back to singing to you. You can’t stop how full your chest feels at the way she’s looking at you, like you’re the only one in the room, like you’re the only person who matters.

When the song finally ends, the entire cast poses, Kylie’s hand on Malia’s shoulder. Everyone runs off stage except for Freya and Malachi so you take the opportunity to try and catch her backstage. You quickly make your way through the small crowd before you’re at the side stage but a guard stops you, at least a foot taller than you and you frown, “No, I’m friends with Malia—”

“Sure, please go back to your seat.” He responds roughly and before you can find a photo or something, anything to get him to let you through, Malia screams your name, arguably louder than Freya and Malachi are singing, while running past the guard and right into your arms. You laugh, wrapping yours around her waist and holding her up as you spin.

“I’ve missed you.” When you both finally let go, still impossibly close, “you sounded beautiful.”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” she squeals, “i miss you more, seriously, Kylie’s just been being mean on stage the entire time.” You can’t help but grin. You’re pretty sure she was teasing her.

“Yeah? Did she mention how often you’ve been blushing?” You retort, a hand on her cheek. Which is getting warmer under your touch. “You’re doing it right now.”

She pushes your hand away but she’s still flush against you, her stray hairs touching your face, “Stop it, I’m so not. You’re the one who’s here and you didn’t tell me. Did you even tell anyone?”

“Just Barton.”

She gasps dramatically, “I’m going to kill him, I swear.”

“Oh I’m sure, until then, I get to be happy I finally saw you.” She doesn’t complain, instead burying her face into your shoulder. You’re sure someone is gonna come rip her away in a few seconds to change outfits but you try to enjoy just the few moments you have with her.

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okay so you know how milo was in little shop of horrors and him and audrey have to kiss after suddenly seymour. and you make reader audrey and shes nervous to have to kiss milo but he makes her feel comfortable by being goofy and comforting and then when she finishes kissing him the crowd goes crazy.

my baby boy<3 posted!

[maliabakerr]

Being given this role is everything to you. And you’ve been doing it for a while, three months now; you’ve played it with lots of different people but Milo has to be one of your favourite human beings of all time. Milo has been rehearsing with your understudy for three weeks because you needed the break before you had to do 5 shows a week again.

So while you’re very sure of your acting and singing, you’re not so sure about your chemistry. The kisses with the other guys wasn’t like this. You’ve known Milo, or watched him, since he was in Zombies, he’s your biggest celebrity crush and when you heard he’s going to play Seymour… God, you’ve never been so excited. And nervous. How are you supposed to kiss Milo Manheim?

You’re breathing heavily, looking in the mirror to fix your lipgloss while you try to calm yourself down. Ten minutes till the show starts and you can’t think about the kiss anymore. Not until it happens— oh shit, what if you don’t kiss him? What if you panic and stand still? How unprofessional would that be? You only talked to the man once, what would he think of you.

You hear your name being called behind you but it’s too distant for you to focus so he taps your shoulder and you finally look at the mirror to see Milo. Right there. In front of you, well behind you, like you weren’t just having an inner monologue about him. You turn around to face him.

“Hey, you okay? You look kinda, maybe tense.” His smile is infectious, you can’t stop yourself from mirroring it. His cologne, his eyes on yours, it’s all so much.

“Yeah, I’m, uh, I’m okay. Thank you for checking on me. How are you feeling for your first show?” You try to seem as polite and outgoing as possible, leaning on the vanity and crossing your arms in front of your chest, making him move closer.

“It’s all exciting.” And he looks it. “But I know we didn’t rehearse together or anything, so how are you feeling?”

“I’ve done this lots of time, Milo, I’m fine.”

“Yeah, never with me though.” It’s the way he says it, the way he teases out ‘me’ that makes you flustered over the simplest freakin’ sentence.

“I’ll be fine.” You smile, breath already calming down. “I can be sure you will be too?”

“Oh, for sure.” He winks, fucking winks and then you’re both ushered to the stage.

Everything up until Suddenly Seymour is flawless, thank God, and Milo’s voice is incredible. You’ve heard a lot of people play this role but he’s got one of the more unique voices so far, it’s low and sharp but still enjoyable to listen to. And when he does Suddenly Seymour, he hits all the notes perfectly.

And then you get to the last part. You’re both singing, his hands are on your waist, he’s pulling you in, as rehearsed. When you finally finish the song, Milo send a soft smile your way, a reassuring nods and pulls you in for the most passionate kiss of your life. The kiss is sudden, as it should be, but it’s sudden even for you. You kiss him back, your hands in his hair, him dipping you.

You’d guess 10 seconds later, he lets go and you’re pretty sure you chase his lips involuntarily, pulls you up and then your lips are attached to his one more time, his hands land on your hips in a more intamite position, he’s caressing with his thumb and it feels like every emotion you’ve had, all the worry and stress from the beginning till now is being thrown into it. When he finally pulls away in what you’re sure is the longest kiss in the history of this show, the lights are off and you’re both walking off stage.

“At least they loved it.” You didn’t even notice the screams from the audience. You look up at Milo with a smile.

“I don’t know, i think I loved it too.”

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Your biggest dilemma at the moment isn’t which uni you’re going to or the fact that you’re not gonna see your boyfriend for two months because he’s going on your, no, it’s the fact that you can’t, for the life of you, figure out what car to get. With college starting next year, your parents decided you deserve a new car instead of using their old one and they gave you full control of the brand as long as it’s within the budget.

You’ve always loved high cars and the new BMW looks great. Except you have no idea if it actually is great so you’ve been watching TikTok reviews and advice for the past week just racking your phone and brain for what to do. Even now, when you’re here with Malachi while he’s rehearsing for the upcoming tour. He invited you to stay until he’s done and then you can both go out so you’re laying int he couch while they’re all rehearsing their routines.

When Malachi and Freya start on their duet, everyone else gets a break and since you’re sleeping on the omly couch that’s available, they quickly invaded your space. MK sits at your legs, and you move them so they’re resting on his, Malia sits down with your head in her lap. She’s deep in conversation with Kylie so you show your screen to MK, “Is this cute?”

He takes a closer look, furrowing his eyebrows when he finally processes you’re showing him a car. “Cute? The BMW?”

“Yeah. I don’t know. There’s so many X’s. X1, 2– I think it’s going on till ten. At least.”

He laughs, shaking his head, “Six, actually, and those are the non-electric ones. You wanna get a car?”

“Yeah, my parents want to buy one for uni but I don’t even know what I want. My sister told me to ask for a Mercedes but I’m pretty sure I don’t wanna go broke so…” He makes a gesture like ‘fair enough’ and takes out his phone.

“Wait, I think I have a picture of a model you’d like—” and just like that, you’re both going through car models, prices and even colours because God knows the omly good ones are black or white but you don’t like either. You don’t even notice that the ten minutes have passed until Freya and Malachi walk in panting. Well, Malachi is, Freya looks like she didn’t lift a finger even though you know for sure she has all the high notes. She’s honestly such a talented singer. “We’re up.” MK says to Malia as they both get up from underneath you and you pout. “I’ll send you the picture.” He says to you before leaving and slapping your boyfriend’s shoulder.

Malachi sits down where Malia was, your head now in his lap as he plays with your hair. “Send you what?” You bring your phone up so he can see the car you two were talking about. He sits up a little straighter, “Cars? That’s a BMW X4.”

You frown, bringing the phone down to check it. “Really? I thought it’s was the 2. God, these things are confusing.”

“Why are you looking at cars?” You repeat the same story over to him, scrolling through comparison articles and random pictures. “You could’ve asked me.” When you look up theough your lashes, you see his soft features fall a little and it’s just— it’s the most adorable thing. Though he wouldn’t be happy to hear you describe it like that. “Seriously, you asked MK?”

You sit up but stay close enough that your crossed legs are resting on his. “We were just talking, and you have so much going on with rehearsal and the tour coming up, I don’t wanna stress you out over something stupid.”

“But you’re stressed about it, right?” You give a small nod. “Then it matters that I’m there for you. That’s kind of what I’m here for.”

You can’t wipe the stupid smile off your face as you lean in to kiss him. It’s slow and sweet and in between one and the other he whispers, “and also you know that’s gonna be my second baby, can I go with you when you buy it?” You giggle into the kiss and Malachi, like always when this happens, pulls you in closer, loving all the noise you make.

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Going live on tour has been your solace, honest to God. Late at night, usually eleven to twelve, you'll be too tired to hang out but not tired enough to sleep— and most of the time you're taking your makeup for the day off, so you decide to go on live for an hour. 

Tonight, you're all staying at a hotel, it's one of the off nights for the tour, and the Zombies cast gets one duplex room, the descendants share two and the dancers get another. You tell your cast members that you're gonna go live, just until you take your makeup off, and they agree.

So it started. It's been ten minutes, Malachi, MK and Freya have all said hi and answered some questions but it's mostly been Malachi sitting next to you on the small extended chair on the vanity, the other two actors on the beds. 

He's reading comments while you use your third tissue drenched in micellar water. “Are you rehearsing? Yeah, we were just in the studio, we don't get to see the arena till tomorrow so it's a run through in a studio nearby.” He's answering each one, getting increasingly closer to you, his arm is on the vanity to hold his face up and his entire body is flush on yours. “Malia, Kylie— everyone is in a different room. Sage and Liv and Mari and all the dancers are also in a different room.” You smile involuntarily, trying to push it away.

He's just so good. He's good with fans, with going live and with the way he responds to people, Malachi is an overall incredible person and you can argue that he's been media trained to Monday but you can't fake kindness like this, or patience, and those are only a few things you love about him. 

“Why is she in a whole different world? No idea.” He nudged your shoulder with his and you catch just the last few words and scoff. 

“Just thinking. I hate taking makeup off.” Malachi quickly straightens up. 

“You could've told me, I would've done it.” It's unbelievable how big his heart is. 

Once you're done, you tell him he can get into bed if he wants, you might end it early. He shakes his head, staying close by, “Alright guys, we might end it here.” He motions for you to go to bed and he follows suit. You and Freya on one, him and MK on the other. It's just for the time being until you're all too tired to stay up then the boys will go to their room, interconnected with yours. 

Malachi has your phone, talking to the live with MK, and you're not sure what he says but MK gasps loudly, then starts laughing. You have half a mind to tell Freya to hop on your live so you can hear it, you're not even sure why their voices started going down. "Hey, Malachi!" You shout, “give it here.”

"Ending it now." He says quickly before shutting the phone off and throwing you your phone. “Alright, we'll go to our room.” It's all too fast, faster than you or Freya can think to object. When they shut the door behind them, she faces you. 

“What just happened?”

“I don't know, MK started teasing him about something on my phone then nothing.” She frowns. It's not like Malachi to give no explanation, if anything, he's an over-explainer. “You check TikTok, see if anyone posted the live. I'll listen on the door.” You smile, nodding quickly. Freya's gotten very comfortable around all of you very fast despite the gap in her age and yours, and it's something you're thankful for, she's truly a great friend. And she's your favourite person ever, you don't doubt that your friendship isn't going anywhere even though you might not be in the new movie. 

You open TikTok and it's the first one that hits you. It's not an uncommon occurrence since you always search everyone's names and you like to stay up-to-date with what people are saying about all of you. It's a very bad habit Malachi and Freya have tried to end many times. Seems it's useful this time. The video's caption is just 'OMG MALACHI CONFESSES', which almost makes you laugh.

It starts off with Malachi getting on the bed next to MK and saying bye to the live. When he sets the phone down, he says something to MK you can't quite hear so you bring it up to your ear and increase the volume. “We can sleepover. It would be fun.” MK responds, ‘yeah. Or you're just doing it to spend time with—‘ your name is barely audible but you can't deny that it's yours. Malachi nudges MK and picks the phone back up, saying something about throwing it over to you but his eyes widen and he ends the live quickly. 

Great. Seventy thousand people found out Malachi liked you before you did. And to make it worse, it's not even a confession confession, you don't want to assume, maybe he just like hanging out with you, maybe you're just a good friend. Freya stands up, “Malachi is talking about how pretty you are.”

You sit up hastily, “What?”

“I don't know, that's what I heard. MK is teasing him.”

“Should I talk to him?”

“Maybe, make it quick, please, I'm sleepy.” She's acting all nonchalant now but you know the second you throw MK into the room with her so you can talk to Malachi alone, the two of them will be gossiping to no end. 

And that's exactly what happens. You knock on their door and ask MK if you can have the room alone. Through the insanely thin walls, you can hear your best friends laughing. “So, guess you saw it.” Malachi says, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. He doesn't look nervous, if anything, you'd argue he's more put together than usual. Which is kind of disappointing. Maybe he doesn't like you like that? “You did see it, right?”

“Yeah, I did. I know it's nothing though, I just wanted to tell you to not worry about me making a big deal out of it or anything I know people can be crazy about these kinds of things on social media—”

“Hey, hey,” he frowns, moving closer to hold your hands, “what do you mean? Why's it not a big deal? Shouldn't it be?”

“It should.”

“I thought— I know i've never told you but I thought it was obvious.”

“Obvious?” You laugh. “Malachi, you flirt with half the cast. You flirted with Milo.”

“Yeah, but I'm actually flirting with you.” You roll your eyes but you already know your flushed like crazy. Malachi's impossibly close and you're staring at his lips. You're not sure what you'd do if he connects your lips—

He does. He finally kisses you.

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Freya walks in, exhausted, and throws her body on the couch next to the one you’re sleeping on. “God, i’ve been awake for so long.” You could say the same thing. You’re one of the dancers on the Worlds Collide tour and Scott, your director and manager, the same person who helps all of you practice every single day, has been working you relentlessly, as he should of course.

But it doesn’t matter how well all of you do, you have to go through the motions a thousand times until they’re perfect. And the main cast most of all, because they’re… well, you’re not trying to be mean but the six of you are professional dancers, they’re not. They’re doing so well regardless, though. “Is it still going on?” You ask, sympathetic.

She nods, groaning. “They’re going through Good to be Bad and then we’re done, finally.” Just as she explains, the rest of the cast that are not in the song walk in. Malachi and Joshua end up on the floor, Dara and Kylie take the last couch. You should probably get up, it’s rude to take up so much space when the boys are on the floor, not that they mind, they’re doing push ups (for some reason beyond your understanding).

But just as you’re going to sit up, Malia and MK walk in. MK drops to the ground with the two other men, again, it makes no sense to you, and Malia, with no other place, walks over to you. “Move.” Is all she sighs out and you do. You’re lying down so there isn’t much space but she makes it work and sleeps next to (on) you, her hands around you to hold her weight. She’s also groaning.

“Was it really that bad?” All three guys pause their competition just so they can groan out with the rest of the cast: ‘YES!’

You and the other dancers laugh, your hand moves automatically around Malia, hugging her closer. She adjusts so she’s comfortable and then nudges your side with her arm which you immediately understand as a signal to take your phone out and open TikTok. The two of you work really long hours so bed-rotting together whenever you can has become a routine of some kind.

Usually, it’s on your phone. She says your FYP is much more appealing for some reason. So her head is basically on your chest as you scroll on TikTok, video after another of a thousand different things, a couple are about her and the tour, some are cooking tutorials and a lot are funny.

You stop at the next video, it’s Malia in last night’s show. She’s dancing to Like the Zombies Do, and you’re filming her from the side of the stage where not many people are allowed. She, right before leaving the area to move to the main stage, winks at you, clear as ever on camera. You hear loud screams after that and the caption is just a mix of both your names. Like a ship name.

Malia smiles against your chest and in your bliss, you fucking like the video. She sits up quickly, alarmed. “Oh my God!” It’s not the first time people have noticed how close you and Malia are and she doesn’t mind playing into it but you have never been the one to play into it. “Did you just do that?”

You laugh a little, nodding. “What? It’s a cute video!”

“Well of course it is, I’m in it.” You roll your eyes and she goes back to her original position. Four videos later, you get a notification that Malachi just posted a video. You furrow your eyebrows noticing that he’s standing in the middle of the room instead of sitting on the floor like he was half an hour ago. When you open the video, he’s just doing a stupid dance, the song has been stuck in his head all day and all of you have been subject to hearing him sing it over and over again.

None of that is important though, you’re about to like it and comment anything like fire emojis, but the comments are already coming in. It’s only been five minutes since he posted it. You start reading a few, your jaw dropping. “Malachi!” You scream with a laugh. Malia is just shaking her head amusingly. “Seriously, man?”

“What?” The way his eyebrows furrow is cute considering you’re thinking about choking him.

“Your new video, have you checked the background? The comments?”

He starts looking through it, reading out-loud. Yeah. Half of them are talking about how Malia is basically sleeping on top of you in the back. Your chest spilling out in the low cut top and her just resting there. “Thanks a lot.” Malia scoffs jokingly. He just shrugs, muttering something about you never beating the allegations.

“Who needs to best the allegations when we can fuel them.” You tease, sitting up, Malia following suit. You’re all in casual clothes so you’re pretty sure you won’t mind when you start going live. Hopefully. Malia sees you go to press the button and she immediately starts laughing.

The views start flowing in fairly quickly, especially when the entire cast comes in to say hi and to answer a few questions but it’s mostly you and Malia, her head on your shoulder, or leaning her body on yours, she’s just always touching you and the live is going crazy. It’s not like you’re both doing it for that specific reason, you’re honestly more worried about the argument MK is having with Joshua about who’s shirt is higher quality, it’s just how the two of you have always been.

When you end the live with her kissing the screen then your cheek, you’re pretty certain what your TikTok FYP will be like tomorrow.

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The pictures aren’t even that bad, you think. Maybe. You and MK are just close, you’ve known each other since you were eight. Ten years is a long time to be friends with someone and you’ve been seeing more of each other recently because your movie and his just came out.

But, your best friend did bring to your attention that the pictures do look… romantic. Kind of coupley, is what she said. You don’t think so but maybe MK’s hand around your waist while he leans his head on yours might cause confusion. Or another one where he’s looking at you while you pose for the picture with a smile on his face. They both could be taken the wrong way if you look into it too closely.

Well, you didn’t exactly think that would be a problem until you were sitting on your hotel bed, the Zombies premiere still a few hours away, and your boyfriend comes out of the closet with his phone in his hands. “Hey, Mala—”

“What this?” It’s not accusatory, just pure confusion. His phone shows the photo of you and his best friend. His screen is a TikTok video, the text on the photo reads ‘New teen actor duo’ and the song is one of Kylie’s. So really, it’s an innocent TikTok, but Malachi is a very jealous person, you’d learned early on. “I didn’t know that you and MK knew each other.”

“We’ve been friends since forever, I’m sorry I never mentioned it.” He doesn’t look too convinced, his hands crossed in front of his chest. “Malachi, we’ve literally known each other since I was eight, and during my premier last year he came to support me, before we started dating.” Not that that’s going to stop now that you’re with Malachi, he’s never been against you having guy friends, just not ones that put their hands on you and start dating rumours.

You see the gears spinning in his head and get off the bed quickly, holding his hands, “We’re friends, you know that, right? Besides, he’s your best friend and you told him when we got together.”

“How do you know I—”

“Because he told me, to congratulate me, because we’re friends.” You highlight the last part with a little laugh and move his hands around your waist. He smiles, like he always does when you do that, “you’re not mad, right?” He shakes his head, but the kiss he pulls you in for is a little more heated than usual. But it’s the kind of anger that melts into jealousy, into protectiveness, it’s a kind that you love about him.

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You smile when you stop at the carpet, both hands fixing your dress. This entire premiere is a nicety at this point, you’re only a minor character, one of the Daywalkers along with ‘Ray’ who are significant, but the zombies cast has really become your family, and this movie, no matter how little your screen time was, is close to your heart. Especially because you know that you’re gonna have a much bigger role next movie.

Thankfully, the carpet ends early for you because you decide to wait in the theatre. Freya finds you, having also disappeared for only a few minutes. She calls out your name with the biggest smile. You hug her immediately. “My god, you look amazing.”

“You’re the one who’s hot.” You smile, though it’s a little off. Freya’s your best friend now but that’s not exactly how she speaks. It’s just not usual. She notices your confusion. “What, you haven’t heard him?”

“Heard who?”

“Oh my God, he was so loud, all the interviewers are talking about it. Malachi was doing one with ET and he stopped midway to just, literally look at you and say how hot you looked.”

There’s nothing that Freya could’ve said or done to prepare you for the clip she brings out. You’d guess this was taken no more than half an hour ago and it’s already on the internet. Malachi interrupts the interviewer, apologising, “Sorry, sorry, oh my God, she’s so hot.” And it pans over to you, posing for the cameras, smiling. He repeats the words a few times which makes the interviewer ask about what your relationship is like. “Oh she’s my best friend, really I love her so much. And working on Zombies brought us a lot closer.”

Freya pockets her phone and stares at you, waiting for a reaction. You’re just sure you’re rubbing your lipgloss off with how much you’re biting your lip. “And this is like, right now?”

“Thag is literally the same outfit he’s wearing right now but yes, it is.” She laughs, pulling you in for a side hug. She’s the only one who knows about your very minor, very low-key crush on Malachi. It’s just something that developed because you saw him so often on set and your growing friendship didn’t help. And this, it definitely didn’t help.

When you look up, Malachi and MK are walking into the theatre. You take a breath before walking over to them purposefully, you don’t even respond to Freya calling out your name. Malachi looks up from his conversation to face you. “Hey,” he smiles and MK takes it as his queue to dip, not before greeting you, “you look great.”

“Thanks, you look really good too. Red suits you.” It’s a stupid thing to say, he’s been wearing the colour for three months, it better damn well shit him, but he doesn’t say so. He just smiles, leaning in for a hug , whispering ‘thank you’. More people full the theatre and he takes your hand to help you up the stairs, “c’mon, we gotta save Milo and Meg places next to us.” Us. There’s an us. Or whatever.

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Malachi’s hand is on your lower back, smiling at the photographers. You practiced it a thousand times, keeping your eyes open with the flashes, smiling without it reaching your eyes so it doesn’t wrinkle in the pictures, you’re ready.

And yet, this is so nerve-wrecking that Malachi thinks it’s necessary to whisper in your ear: “Calm down.” It’s reassurance and worry wrapped in one and when you look up at him, you’re genuinely smiling. He adds, “You’re doing great. And you look beautiful.” You don’t think about anything other than how damn lucky you are to have him, that he’s there for you.

The next thirty minutes on the carpet goes by fast. You meet Sway, Julian and MK, even some descendants cast. Everyone is so incredibly kind and you get along and get a thousand pictures taken with all of them, though you do let them have their moment too. You even take your own photos of Malachi. And then him and Freya. Him and MK. At one point he has to force the phone from your hand so he can enjoy it with you.

Which, really, is a problem. Because when he does that, when he finally gets you to look around, you notice the two people you’d been dying to meet. You haven’t been discreet in your love for the Zombies movies, and it got even worse when Malachi got cast as the new lead role in the movies. You were ecstatic for your boyfriend, but even more excited because these movies were your entire childhood.

And while you couldn’t visit him on set because of school and his crazy hours, he had invited you to the premiere. Well, to be fair, he invited you to multiple dinners too but you’ve always chickened out or were too busy. But now, you finally get to meet them. Meg and Milo are your biggest crushes, honestly. Meeting them is almost unimaginable, except you’re actually doing it. Albeit, almost having a panic attack.

You don’t know how it happens, but they appear right in front of you. They’re both greeting your boyfriend with hugs. Hugs. Does this mean you technically hugged them? God, you can’t even speak, shit. He introduces you with the biggest smile that you’re scared they might get disappointed just hearing your voice.

Meg puts her hand out first, “Hey, I’m Meg.”

Like a damn idiot— because that’s what you are— “Yes, I know, hi.” You hold yourself back from physically slapping yourself. You try to reconcile, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, i’ve been watching these movies since the first one came out.”

She smiles, thanks you, and compliments your dress, which you’re pretty sure means you’re married now. Milo, as Malachi introduces you, goes in for a hug. You wrap your arms around him very beefing but you feel your breath stop momentarily. “You’re so sweet for saying all that, and you look gorgeous.” You’re going to melt. Die right now.

Malachi laugh, shaking his head, “Alright, enough, man.” But he had that look in his eyes, like he knows something you don’t. Meg introduces you to her boyfriend, who’s standing right next to her and after that, more pictures. With them, with your boyfriend again, with Freya (who you’ve got close to).

Once the carpet is finished and you’re all in the theatre, you’re basically bouncing. “Malachi,” you squeal quietly, squeezing his arm. He’s laughing, his eyes soft as his hand finds your thigh, “My God, I just met Milo. And Meg, oh my god!”

“Yeah, well, maybe let’s never do that again.”

Your eyes widen, “Seriously? No! Can we meet them all the time? They were so sweet and Milo hugged me. Honestly, you’ve been holding out on me.”

He groans, his hand leaving your bare thigh for a second before you laugh and bring it right back to where it was sitting. “I’m kidding. I mean, it was the best experience of my life, but I’m here for you.” And with a kiss, he kind of forgets the entire thing. Until you find a text thread between the two men where your boyfriend basically tells Milo that his flirting techniques didn’t work and the older actor is laughing the entire time.

[maliabakerr]

You didn’t even notice what you said, not until he responded like it was blasphemy. “What?” You pout. “Was I wrong?” You’d pointed out that that was a really good move, thats all.

“No, it’s was a great move,” you smile at his proud look, “but how’d you know it’s a good move?”

“Oh,” you shrug, going back to your phone since it was just a misunderstanding, “MK taught me how to play last week, honestly I tried it for an hour then got bored. It was a little fun though, i guess.” You don’t see it, but his jaw drops and his brows are furrowed harder than they’ve ever been.

“Seriously?” You sigh, putting the phone down on the hotel bed and sitting up. “You played with MK?”

“Yeah, we were hanging out and Sway didn’t feel like it so he asked and I said yes. What’s wrong? Why are you so riled up about this?”

“I’m not — okay, maybe I’m a little riled up, but I’ve asked you to play this game like a thousand times!” And you’d said no each time because if there’s one thing you hate more than waiting in lines, it’s video games. They’re not your thing no matter how much your friends tried to convince you.

But you’d feel rude if you turned MK down and he’s your friend. Malachi, on the other hand, is your boyfriend, and he quite literally has seven different people on speed dial to play with. So does MK, but that’s besides the point. “It’s not that big of a deal, just didn’t wanna be rude.”

“That’s not fair, ‘sides I play this game so much better than him— I just beat him yesterday.” That makes you laugh as you stand up and walk over to him. He’s leaning back on the chair, his head seat not even on his ears.

“You’re being jealous,” you say and he looks like he’s ready to argue before you shush him and sit down right on his lap without any warning. Not that he cares, he pulls you closer and sits up, his hands on your hips. “But if you care about it this much, c’mon, hand me the controller.”

Because despite this being the most torturous hour of your relationship, you’re doing something your boyfriend loves, and that’s enough to keep you planted on the seat.

[maliabakerr]

You’re not in bed. Again. When Malachi wakes up, reaches over to the other end of the bed, you’re not there, your warm body isn’t near his, you’re nowhere to be found. And it’s the umpteenth time.

He doesn’t blame you, and he definitely isn’t mad, but it’s starting to become a usual reoccurrence. Ever since he’s started filming Z4, he’s been staying at this hotel, it’s where the entire cast is, but he asked to specifically have you in his room. With his mother’s blessing, the production agreed and he thought that this great, he gets to have you near him every single night, he gets to wake up to your beautiful face, he can see you before getting into work— except you haven’t spent a single night with him.

You’re there before he sleeps most nights. He’ll tell you to get in bed next to him, you will, and when he wakes up at six, you’re gone. Malachi has the largest room because his is in the beginning of the hallway so there’s a couch, and that’s where you decide to sleep every single night.

it’s tiring, to say the least, to know you’d rather bend your back then sleep next to him. Humiliating, at most. He doesn’t want to bring it up, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything but he feels like there’s this barrier that he can’t get through.

This is your first time together alone despite him having crazy hours and he wants to spend whatever time he had with you, but you’d rather spend it on the couch.

He sighs, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He walks into the bathroom, gets ready for the day, and when he’s fully dressed (in pyjamas because he’s getting out of them anyway) and showered, he walks into the small ‘living room’ he has connected to his room. And there you are, fully asleep on the couch.

He adjusts the covers so you’re not freezing in the New Zealand cold, it’s been pretty mild so far but he knows how you get. Just as he pulls the covers up, you stir. “Malachi?” You mumble and he leans down to kiss your hair.

“Gonna go, see you tonight, baby.” And with that he’s gone.

The day’s perfect, everything he loves about set and the people on it, Meg’s ordering food mid-take, Freya is singing again and he’s pretty sure Sway’s around here somewhere studying. It only lasts until eight, which is honestly an achievement seeing as most times he’s in the hotel by twelve. So he grabs food incase you haven’t eaten yet, he knows you’ve been studying non stop for your finals and sometimes you’d forget to order food, and heads to your place.

You’re not usually at the hotel when he comes back, you like to go out most days and meet up with your friends, sometimes you'll study in a cafe, but tonight he finds you on the bed with your IPad in your lap. “Hey, how was it?”

“It was good,” he sets the food down on the table and he notices you pull your feet closer to your body, hiding them under the covers as he sits down opposite to you. “How was your day? You okay?”

“Yeah, it was great. I went out with Katie, called my mom and I’m almost done with the biology revision.” He smiles, taking your tone in. You seem anxious and he doesn’t wanna push it, but…

He moves closer, taking the IPad and putting it away to hold your hands. “You okay?” He asks again.

“‘M fine, just miss my mom.” His eyes immediately soften as he pulls you in closer, pushing your head into his chest and you melt there. Your mom had agreed for you to spend Malachi’s first month on set with him if Felicia was there and it didn’t affect your school work. Thankfully, both those things came to be, but you didn’t realise just how much you’d miss your family.

Most of your friends are Malachi’s friends and a lot of them moved here to be in the movie so it didn’t feel weird from that end but without your parents… you feel sort of isolated. “And I’m sorry,” you mumble into his chests he pulls back, confused. “For not… for the bed thing, I just— it’s just weird for me, we’ve never done anything like this, we’ve never shared a bed or— the most we’ve done is kissing.”

That makes him smile. It’s adorable that you think he’d ever be mad about that, he knows how you feel. It’s not in his interest to do anything more than just rest, especially not with the two of you being so young, but the fact that your nervous makes it all the more cute. “Hey, we’re just sleeping. I can stay with mom, if that would make you more comftrable—”

“What? No! I’m the one… I’m just nervous.”

“We’re not going to do anything to be nervous about.” He leans in, pulls you in for a kiss. “And when we do, you’ll be more excited than nervous, I promise. Until then, get out of your own head for a bit, yeah?”

[maliabakerr]

Malachi’s energy is electric. It’s something that you can’t really argue against, mostly because who would come to his defence is near hundreds of girls. Ever since he started the tour, you’ve been beyond proud of him, and excited to see how much he loves it. You FaceTime every single night, you’re close with the cast, it’s all great.

And tonight, you’re actually getting to watch the show live for the first time. He’s close enough to your state that it was only a few hours drive and he promised to spend the night in a hotel with you. So when you get there an hour early, before you even get to text him, you spot his mom.

The two of you catch up until Malachi starts shouting ‘mom!’ loudly and you’re forced to turn around to see him. His eyes widen and he runs over to you, picking you up in his arms. He says your name over and over again into your chest as he spins you a few times. When he hears everyone’s laughs, he finally lets go, but still kisses you.

“Your love, it’s sickening.” MK gags, walking up to you as you roll your eyes but accept his hug anyway. “Seriously, spare our eyes next time.”

Malachi slaps his shoulder but he can’t physically stop smiling. You greet everyone else with hugs, wishing all of them luck. You thought you were an hour early to the show turns out you’re early for the VIP Q&A, which means it’s still hours till the main event. You groan when Malia tells you.

“Seriously, you’re all better than I am, I’m dying to eat and just sleep.” MK agrees way too quickly, and Dara follows it by ‘didn’t you just wake up from a nap’. Once everyone walks away to check mics and touch ups, Malachi grabs your waist, eyeing you up and down.

“If you want to sleep you can use our room. But, uh, it’s just in intermissions we’ll be in and out of there. I can ask Freya to have you in hers, no one goes in there cause it’s exclusively hers.”

“Malachi, hey,” you tilt his chin up so his eyes are on yours, and then stand on your toes for a second to kiss him before pulling away, “I’m here for you. Here cause I wanna watch you tonight, I’m not gonna go sleep.”

“You just said you’re tired.”

“I am. But I’m more excited for this than anything. I’ve been watching so many TikToks to make sure I’m prepared.” His eyebrows furrow. You step back, unzipping your hoodie to reveal the shirt underneath, it’s part of their merch. His face is on the front, tour dates on the back and it was insanely expensive, but you wanted to surprise him. “So?”

He doesn’t respond, just pulls you back in, harder than before, and connects your lips. It doesn’t even last five seconds before his mom walks by and clears her throat. You decide to keep the kissing to a minimum after that. Felicia is cool, you’re just not willing to test her patience.

You stay backstage for the soundcheck and Q&A, it’s only an hour and it doesn’t seem that important. After, you hang out with everyone in the room where they get ready. It’s chaotic to say the least. The girl’s makeup is doubled, at least, and they’re all getting in elaborate costumes while you’re in your shirt and sweatpants, you feel only a little inadequate, but it’s completely overshadowed by your adoration for your boyfriend, how immersed he is in making sure everything is perfect, and the vocal warm ups, they even do a TikTok of a riff challenge and he sounds so good you have half a mind to go over and kiss him again.

Ten minutes later, after the girls are up there singing the opening song, he turns to you, “Okay, it’s our turn.” He places a chaste kiss on your lips and him, Josh, and MK all run up the stairs. Felicia was nice enough to offer to sit with you in the crowd but the look on her face screams how tired she is, this is his 20th show and she’s supporting him more often than her ears probably like, so you tell her it’s fine and find the random seat they assigned you in the fourth row.

The first hour is an entire blur. These movies were your childhood so you sing along to some songs, cheer when you can, and take as many photos as your phone allows you to. After an intermission, a quick 5 minutes, Malachi comes out.

“Hey, y’all. So, you’ll never guess who’s here with me tonight,” you smile, sitting up to see him, “please welcome Karlyn Leblanc who plays our newest supernatural in Zombies 5!” The entire crowd screams and you clap along. She comes out, a beautiful girl, maybe about your age, probably older, but it could be their makeup.

She and Malachi side hug and stand that way. “So, this next duet is a surprise song, y’all might know it as ‘You and Me’.”

You’re smiling up until the point where he puts both hands on her hips to start the dance. Now, you’re more focused than anything. He does the shimmy he does with Freya in ‘Dream Come True’ and it’s mostly the same recycled dance, but a little bit more dramatic. Near the end, the rest of the cast comes out to finish the song and it ends with the two of them standing chest to chest. Like a true duet.

She smiles, thanks everyone in the crowd and tells them how excited she is to start filming. And, for some fucking reason, says bye to the cast but wraps her arms around your boyfriend’s neck. Alright, you can’t be the weird one here, right? This is not normal, especially if it’s the first time you’ve ever seen this girl.

Freya and Malachi have plenty of intimate duets and scenes but they’re friends before they’re love interests, and you know that that’s happening, even liked some of the TikToks where they’re watching their audition tape, but she’s completely new.

You can’t take the noise anymore, you stand up, which means, because everyone on stage is saying goodbye to her, the cast spots you. MK nudges Malachi and he shrugs, not sure what’s wrong.

Ten minutes and three songs later, while you’re sitting backstage in the crafts area, you hear someone calling your name. When you turn around, Malachi jogs over to you. “You okay? Was it too loud? Are you tired?”

Curse him and his concern for you while you’re trying to be mad. “‘M fine. Who was she?”

“Who was who?”

“The one wearing pink.” He seems confused for a second, then—

“Oh, Karlyn? She’s playing a mermaid in the next movie. What? Did you not like the song?”

“About how it’s you and her against the whole world? Oh, no, I loved it. Real convincing too.” You roll your eyes, angrily putting another pitted cherry into your mouth.

“Baby—”

“I already said it was great—”

“You’re mad?” A little. You know he didn’t technically do anything wrong, and this is his job, but he could’ve at the very least told you about her. “I swear I totally forgot she was even coming. She had her own room and I didn’t see her the whole day, I forgot everything the second you came here.” It’s sweet enough for you to face him softly. “I’m sorry.”

You sigh, shaking your head, “Don’t apologize, I was just caught by surprise. I don’t know her and then, wow, she’s touching you and all but kissing you, honestly— Malachi Barton, be so real with me right now, was she grinding too much when you did the little shimmy—”

He laughs, throwing his head back and you throw yourself into his chest, he’s about to reassure you again but you feel his entire body tense. You pull away to ask what’s wrong but notice him looking behind you. Oh, shit.

You, very cautiously, turn around. “Hi, l’m Karlyn.” She mumbles, waving. She’s walks towards you and you’re sure your face is bright red. You introduce yourself shakily, Malachi’s hands around your hips. “I, uh— i’ve got an interview so I’m gonna head out but I was gonna grab something— I’m just— I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. And I didn’t know he had a girlfriend, I swear.”

A smile makes its way onto your lips, despite how badly flustered you look. “It’s okay.” That’s the only thing you can muster before she nods.

“Thanks for a great show, Malachi, i look forward to working together. And I hope to see you on set next year.” She directs the last part to you and you only nod. When she leaves, your jaw is dropped and your turn around to start hitting his chest.

“Oh my god!” You say between slaps, and he only laughs, pulling you closer. “That was so embarrassing.”

[maliabakerr]

You smile as you scroll by another edit. Well, not really an edit, just a clip of you and Malachi on stage from a few hours before. It’s already one in the morning so you’re supposed to be on the road but after the tenth city in a row, it’s been decided a night in a hotel would bode better upon everyone.

And Malachi was especially happy with the news because it meant he can room with whoever he wanted, unlike the bus where he’s bound to his ‘Zombies’ cast and parents.

Malachi walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and you immediately put the phone down, your lip between your teeth. He dries his hair messily with a smaller towel before throwing it onto the table. He faces you. “What?” He laughs, leaning against the wall, the one connecting you to his and Freya’s mom.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but you’re blushing like crazy.”

“Am I?” It’s both a genuine question and a diversion. You weren’t aware of your blushing, but it’s no surprise, you’ve always been easily flustered when it comes to Malachi. “You just look really good.”

He smiles, walking over to you, the towel hanging dangerously low (of course, if Malachi drops his pants as far as theh can go, what’s to stop him from doing the same with this). “I know that, but it’s not why you’re flushed. C’mon, tell me.”

And it’s like everything stops. Your thoughts, your heartbeat, probably your vision too. You just him in answer until he leans in to kiss you quickly. He pulls back far too early and your lips chase his before you pout. “Answer the question.”

“Just saw a clip of you blowing me a kiss on stage.” You respond absentmindedly. You’d say he had hypnotic powers if you didn’t know better— Malachi just has that kind of affect on you. “And winking at me. And your hands on my waist. Basically, everyone knows we’re dating.”

It’s not exactly a secret he’s trying to hide, it only started two months ago during the tour rehearsal and there haven’t been interviews since then. You’ve been touchy multiple times on lives and tiktoks but then again, everyone chalked it up to Malachi being his flirty self.

He asks you to show him and you do, he holds onto your phone as he walks away to the closet, still watching the video. When it’s done, he throws you the phone and grabs a pair of shorts. “Can’t help it, you know I love when you dance.”

Yeah, maybe auditioning for the Descendants/Zombies worlds collide tour wasn’t the smartest idea you’ve ever had. You groan, throwing your head back and yelling so he can hear you through the bathroom door where he disappeared to get his shorts on. “You can’t be this obvious, Malachi!”

“Why not?” He shuts the lights, the bright ones anyway, there’s still the lamps. “I’m allowed to admire you. You’re mine.”

“Yeah, maybe just keep it to a minimum during your show where a thousand people are watching,” the sold out crowd had always sent your skin crawling, but sharing the arena with your boyfriend made it more bearable.

“Nah.” It’s the answer you expected as he sits down next to you, pulling you up to kiss you again, a hand on your waist, the other on your cheek. When you pull away, he lays down in the bed and pulls you on top of him as you squeal.

[maliabakerr]

Joely, the interviewer for ‘Pucker Up’, something Malachi has starred in not once, but twice, has invited him back with MK this time. You and MK’s girlfriend were close, especially considering the long hours both your boyfriends had on set last year and how much time you spent together, so when they both suggested you come with them to the interview, you agreed.

They had only suggested that you stand behind the cameras, maybe they’ll say a word or two in your direction, but ultimately, no plans were made to have you next to them. Except that the second you stepped into the studio, right after Joely greeted you with hugs, she asked them the question.

You and Kayla aren’t famous, you aren’t even influencers, the only reason you both have so many followers is because you frequently post with your boyfriends, and you’re both eighteen so you came here alone, no parental supervision.

Both guys on the other hand had their parents with them. MK with his dad and manager, Malachi with His mom who is his manager. Joely turned to ask the managers the same thing. She’s a sweet woman, for sure, but she put you all on the spot. “Only if they’re okay with it.” Felicia says, pointing to all of you.

You pushed filming back 30 minutes. You got back into the lobby, Malachi’s hand on your lower back, “You want to tell me what you’re thinking?” It’s not like it isn’t public knowledge that you’re dating, Malachi has spoken about you on a few occasions and you post together frequently, but an interview is personal.

And it’s not something you signed up for, Malachi knows that, he never asked you to be in the spot light just because he is, and he never expected it from you. “I wouldn’t mind, I just— I’m not sure,” you’re pretty dressed up since all of you were gonna go on a double date after, and your makeup is great so that’s not what you’re worried about, “what if I say the wrong thing? That’ll be on the internet, forever.”

“Hey, no, it won’t be.” He responds sternly, “anything you don’t like we can remove from the interview. Anything you said, any questions, anything at all.”

“Malachi, you answer all your questions.” It’s one thing you’ve known him to be adamant about in his career, he’s an open book, there’s not many secrets he keeps (on a surface level), and it’s something he prides himself in.

“Doesn’t mean you have to.” He moves closer, pulling you flush against his chest to kiss you quickly and wrap his arms around you. “You can think about it for a little. You can talk to Kayla or call your mom?”

Oh shit, you hadn’t even thought of that! What would your mother do if she found out you’d be in an interview that’ll get no less than 100 thousand views, and that’s being nice. He laughs as soon as he sees your expression. “She’ll be okay with it, as long as my mom is here. You know she wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

Felicia is extremely protective of her kid, and even more so of the ones who aren’t her kids. Despite Malachi being an only child, Felicia feels like she’s responsible over all of you. You, MK, Freya, you’re all her family. “I don’t wanna ruin the interview.” You let go of the last concern with a sigh.

“And you won’t, even if you decide you don’t wanna do it, Joely just took the opportunity since the two of you were dressed like princesses.”

You smile at him, pulling back to call your mom. Forty minutes later, you’re standing in front of a mirror to retouch your makeup because you’re going to be in a freakin’ interview with your boyfriend and best friends. Felicia even called your parents and everything, this is actually happening.

Kayla hasn’t stopped squealing and you’re all but having a panic attack. It seems the two of you weren’t made for the cameras. Malachi and MK start the challenge, up until level four, where she introduces two extra guests.

She says both of your names and you walk into the shot with a smile, walking over to give her a short hug and thanking her. Someone puts two chair next to each other and you sit on the one next to your boyfriend’s. You’d be sad that they’re separating MK and Kayla if you weren’t gonna throw up.

Malachi, feeling the vibrations of your leg bouncing up and down, places a hand on your bare thigh underneath the table. Your first instinct is to immediately slap it away as Joely says it’s great to have you on the show and Kayla responds.

“Yeah, it’s exciting to be here.”

“So, is this your first interview?” You both nod and Kayla answers in a bit more detail, how you two are always waiting for the boys behind the cameras. Malachi steals the moment to put his hand on you again, only for you to straighten up and move it away.

What if there’s some sort of editing platform where people see beneath the table? You’re not being dramatic—

“And how are you feeling about their reactions so far?” You notice she’s speaking to you.

“Oh,” you smile, “I’m excited to see if it’s as bad as they say it is.”

“Well, that’s not fair!” Malachi shouts quickly, MK nodding with him as you roll your eyes. “She’s gonna be scary good at this.”

MK adds, “Yeah, she practically eats these things at least twice a day.” It’s true, you’re a lover of all things sour, and you’d probably have to play up your reaction a little for the camera, but still. They’re dramatic.

As the questions start, Malachi grabs your thigh this time, glaring at you. You lean in a little to say, “don’t.”

“Just let me.” It doesn’t go beyond that because you’re pretty sure you’re not supposed to be whispering on camera, even if MK and Kayla were busy answering the question.

You finish the interview and even ask if you can take some of the candies for the way home, and Malachi just stares at you with a proud expression in his eyes. He’s happy you’re excited, and so are you. As you walk out, his hand in yours, he looks at you expectantly. “You were right, whatever.” You roll your eyes though you’re still radiant.

[maliabakerr]

“You okay?” You hear your boyfriend say, both hands on the wheel. It’s unusual for Malachi to not have one hand on you at all times, if there’s anything his mother scolds him for, it’s driving with only one hand because the other just had to be on your thigh or in your hair.

And yet he can’t be further away right now, leaning against the door, his arm resting on the open window. Even his question, ‘you okay’, no sweet name after it, nothing. And you have to admit, that this all your fault.

You don’t enjoy acting childish or petty but it seems necessary. “Perfect.” You mumble, head still facing the window. That’s when his hand finally reaches out to touch your shoulder but you shrug it off. “Said I’m fine.”

“Seriously, what’s wrong?” He sighs.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, we should just go back so you can finish planning your date with her.” Slightly dramatic? Sure. Out of line? A little. Will that make you stop? Not at all. “Winking is fine, whatever, you’ve winked at Meg before,” he’s a flirt and it’s really no surprise but the girl was blushing, “but an interviewer? She would’ve asked for your number if your mum wasn’t right there!”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything—”

“‘Oh, I’d talk all about my car’,” you mock his words, “‘wouldn’t you like me picking you up in it?’ Yeah, she would, as would half your fanbase so I’m not sure why you would tease her like that—”

“C’mon, I was not teasing, that’s mean.”

“It was mean to me.” You frown, moving to face him, his eyes are on the road but the slight furrow of his eyes rows tells you he’s focusing on the conversation at hand. “Look, I can handle a stray look or phrase, but the entire interview was basically an invitation to your bed.”

“Baby,” he says slowly, the way he does when he’s thinking of a real answer, when he’s scared to mess it up, “I didn’t mean to, okay? I didn’t know I was doing that and you know you can always tell me if something is bothering you.”

“just— what— stop the interview mid-way?” You scoff but he actually faces you for a few seconds, nodding. “Malachi, you’re not serious.”

“I am. Anything bothers you, just say you need to retouch my makeup or something.” Not that he wears any in interviews, but the sentiment sticks out all the same. “I’m sorry.” He adds and it’s like the last of your resolve shatters.

You move closer, as close as you can with the console in between you, and place your head in his chest. He laughs and you can feel him shake as he wraps his arm around you, kissing your head. “I’m still so mad. But I can push it till we go home.”

“Good enough for me.”