Malcolm Bright Imagines

Meeting Martin x Male Reader

Requested by: fairlyaround

A/N: Reader hasn't met Dr. Whitly yet. Reader refuses to let Malcolm visit his father, for a case, alone and accompany's him. While there, Dr. Whitly notices the engagement ring on reader's finger, causing some drama.

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Your P.O.V.

Malcolm and I were sitting at his kitchen island talking when he brought up how he had to visit his father later about the recent case.

"You're what?!"
"I'm going to visit my father about the case."
"Like hell you are! Mal, ever since you started visiting him again, you've been off. Don't go, please."
"I'm doing just fine. I gotta go-"
"Fine. I'm going with you."
"What?! No! You're staying he-"
"No I'm not. Lets go."

I stand up and head towards the door before Malcolm could protest. I walk down the stairs before leaving the building and getting into Malcolm's car. He comes out a few seconds later with a stern look on his face, before he gets into the car and starts it. It's quiet the whole ride to the psychiatric hospital. Once we pulled up and and got of the car Malcolm started warning me.

"Okay. So first off, stay behind the red line. Second, he's gonna do anything he can to try and manipulate you. Try not to say anything, okay?"
"Okay Mal."

We head into the hospital and to Dr. Whitly's cell.

Malcolm's P.O.V.

We make our way to my father's cell when I feel my hands start to tremble. I clench my fist and hope that (y/n) doesn't notice as he might suggest we leave. But my hope vanished when i feel (y/n) grab my hand and intertwine our fingers.

"Malcolm. You're hands are already trembling. Maybe we should g-"
"No! I-i'm fine. Oh here we are."

The guard opens the door before we walk through the small hallway and get to his cell door. He swipes the key-card and grabs the door knob before speaking.

"Remember. Stay behind the line."
"Got it."

He nods and opens the door. I head in first and (y/n) follows. My father turns around at the sound of the door opening and smiles when he sees me.

"Malcolm! My boy! It's so lovely to see you. And whose this gentleman?"
"Doesn't matter. I'm here about a case."
"Ooooo. What do you got?"

Your P.O.V.

Malcolm and his father talk about the case as I stand at the door waiting for them to finish. I'm in my thoughts when I hear Dr. Whitly mention the ring on my finger.

"Ohhhh. Looky here. He's got a ring on his finger. Malcolm? Why didn't you introduce me to your fiancé?"
"That's not what I came here fo-"
"Hi. I'm Martin Whitly. Is my son treating you well?"

Martin starts to walk towards me before he's stopped by his restraints. I then see Malcolm roll his eyes as his father interrupted him.

"Doctor. Now's not the tim-"
"It's the right time Malcolm! I deserve to know the person who is marrying my son."
"No. You don't. (Y/n), leav-"
"No. I think he should stay and we can have some bondin-"
"N-no! That's quite alright. I don't wanna talk with you."
"Oooo, fiesty isn't he? I bet he's good in b-"
"Enough!! Malcolm, we should go."
"You're not his father. You can't tell him what to do." He growls at me.
"Neither are you!"

Dr. Whitly looks at me with pure anger as Malcolm makes his way over to me and grabs my arm.

"(Y/n) that's enough. Let's go." He whispers to me.
"What did he say?"
"I said, neither. Are. You. You were never his father! You manipulated him and subjected him to terrible things! You've chloroformed him and you tried to kill him! You're a terrible father!"
"I WAS A GREAT FATHER! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!"

The other security guard in the hall heard the yelling and opened the door. Malcolm and I quickly leave the cell as they try and calm him down as he continues to yell at us even after the door had shut. We leave the hospital and get into the car.

"What the hell was that?! I told you to stay quiet!!"
"Did you not hear him?! He was being an asshole and I couldn't help myself! I'm sorry for standing up for you and me."

I turn and look out the window, angry at the fact that Malcolm got mad at me for telling his father how it is. I hear Malcolm sigh before he starts the car and we head back to his apartment.

"I'm sorry for yelling at your father. I just couldn't stand listening to him talk about us like he knows what's happening."
"It's okay. I'm sorry for getting upset with you. I guess I was just scared of the fact that someone had told him off."
"It's okay. He just needed to know how bad of a father he was."
"Yea. Thanks for sticking up for me babe."
"You're welcome mal. I love you." I leaned over the centre console and kissed his cheek. He smiled a bit.

"I love you too (y/n/n)." He grabbed my hand and brought up to his lips and kissed my knuckles. I smile at Malcolm before looking out the window and watching trees go buildings go by as we head home.

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A/N: Sorry it got so crappy at the end there. I suck at doing this stuff. Thanks for reading tho!