Can I ask for a Richard Madden imagine? Where the two met on the set of game of thrones and now are married expecting a baby?
You remembered the day you met Richard. You were both filming an episode for the first season of Game of Thrones and you had caught his eye during the scene. “Hi,” you turned and looked at the actor who was covered in the large fur coat, “I’m Richard,” he awkwardly grinned.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” That’s how you two met; Richard in a large fur coat on and a sword on his hip and you in an blue decorated dress and grey cloak on. After a week of building up the courage Richard finally asked you out to dinner.
Three years, eight months, and 16 days later you were in another dress but, this time, it was long and white. Packed inside a small church in his hometown was all your family and friends, watching as you walked down in your white dress, boutique in hand, towards your handsome husband-to-be in a classic black tux.
As the reception was in full swing your husband grabbed you and took you to the dancefloor and as everyone danced like crazy to the fast song he held you in his arms and danced with you slowly. “You look stunning tonight, Mrs. Madden.”
“I think you’ve said that a couple times already Mr. Madden,” you blushed.
“And I’ll say it everyday from here on, too.” And he seemed to keep his word, everyday on your two week long honeymoon he showered you with praise and made you feel like a Queen.
A month after your honeymoon you were bouncing around the house. You and Richard were both going to fly out to separate projects this weekend, meaning that laundry needed done so you both had clothes for the two weeks you’d both be filming, and the house needed tidying up in general.
You grabbed the hamper and went into the bathroom, taking the towels and washcloths from the shower. You went to grab the towel by your sink when it caught on a drawer and tugged it open. A little pink box caught your eye. It caught you off guard and, holding up your fingers, you counted the weeks on your hand.
You were almost a month late and you hadn’t even realized.
You had opened a ton of present at your baby shower and still had more that had been mailed in that you were in the process of going through. “This one’s from Emilia,” you grabbed the box with a smile on your face as Richard handed you the box.
“Oh my Gosh,” you held up the white onesie and turned it to face Richard. In black print, with three colored dragons on it, was “Daughter Of Dragons” on it.
“She’s trying to make my baby a Targaryen. I can’t believe it.”
“Don’t worry,” you told him, “we have the wolf jacket onesie Maisie gave us. And all the direwolf stuffed animals from the cast.”
“Only a couple more months until she’s here,” he placed a hand on your large stomach. He leaned to your stomach and looked to see what else was in the boxes, “Let’s see what else you got baby girl.”
IMAGINE…being set up on a New Year’s Blind Date with Richard
New Years One Shot #1 !!!
Word Count: 2,554
Warning: None….OH it ends on a cliffhanger!
((I TRIED SO HARRRDDDD….I’m not very good with writing about
real people! I’m sorry! This is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while
now though so…here it is. Perhaps next time, if there’s a next time, I’ll try
it with Richard and Reader in a more private, relaxed environment.))
“Are you sure you alright?” Spiderman asked as I looked over the building.
“What?” My head shot to him thoughts running through my mind.
“You seem a little off.” He chuckled. “For a couple weeks actually—since that Valentine’s dance.” I shivered looking toward him.
“Yeah sorry.” I mumbled. “I have an english test tomorrow.” I lied. “I’m a little nervous.” I actually was, but not for a made-up english test. It was Peter—he hadn’t exited my thoughts for two weeks, ever since the dance. It scared me, every time I saw him my heart beat quickened.
“You’ll do fine Y/N.” He nodded. I shrugged wrapping my arms around my waist.
“Don’t you have people to save?” I asked him.
“Not right now.” He replied. “I’m spending time with you.” I glanced over at him.
“Don’t you have a life?” I asked. “I mean I would think Spiderman would have a girlfriend of some kind. Like maybe Fireflygirl or something?” He laughed shaking his head.
“No I don’t.” He laughed. “And that would be a stupid name.”
“I like it.” I shrugged. “She could be your light.” I joked.
“I like the dark.” He replied as I giggled. “Besides—I don’t really have time for a girlfriend.
“Yeah with saving the world and such?” I asked. “If it makes you feel better I haven’t had my first kiss yet.” I blushed.
“Why is that surprising?” I asked looking up at him.
“Well—you’re really pretty. I thought you would have some experience.” I blushed again shaking my head.
“There’s more to kissing someone then just looks.” I said. “Especially with me.”
“Why?” He asked. I shrugged.
“I don’t really trust people…” I whispered. “So the action of trusting someone—even for something as simple as a kiss…I don’t know it freaks me out.”
“Don’t you have anyone you trust like that?”
“Besides you?” I asked a blush on my cheek. “You are about the only male that I am not related to that I trust—wait no just only male.” There was a silence for a couple seconds before I turned looking at him.
“So.” I walked toward him.
“So?” He asked.
“I’m gonna ask you something—and you can say no if you want.” Nerves flooded me as I looked up at him.
“Alright…” I swallowed stepping closer to him. “Can I—can I kiss you?” There was a silence again and I turned bright red.
“You know I’m wearing a mask right?” He asked.
“Yeah.” I whispered reaching up to feel the fabric. “I can still kiss you.” I said folding up the mask so it rested on his nose. I let out a shaky breath as I looked at his pale lips and then back at his eyes which were still covered.
“Alright then.” He whispered. “Kiss me.” I swallowed, I wasn’t really expecting him to say yes, but now I really had no choice. I leaned up slowly inches from his lips.
“Are you sure you are guy?” I asked. He chuckled a cute grin expanding on his face. It seemed familiar but I couldn’t place it.
“Yeah.” I swallowed again. “I’m sure.” I nodded slowly before pressing my lips against his for a half of a second before pulling away quickly.
“Okay I kissed you.” I blushed
“That wasn’t a kiss.” He mumbled.
“Yes it was.”
“No it wasn’t.”
“I thought you wanted to kiss me.”
“Try again.” He said.
“Really.” I sighed leaning up again attaching my lips against his for longer this time squeezing my eyes shut. I was about to pull away until I felt his arm around my waist and his hand move to the side of my face. Our lips moved together as I my heart raced more nerves flooding me. It felt nice…really nice. It felt like there was fire on my lips and I couldn’t pull away. I felt his tongue roll against my bottom lip. We continued to kiss as my lungs begged for breath. But—there was something missing, my mind run a mile a minute until it came to a conclusion. Peter. My eyes squeezed tighter as I thought about him guilt filling me as Spiderman held me closer. I pulled away from him breathing heavily.
“I can’t.” I breathed. “I can’t do this.” I turned away from him biting my lip.
“Y/N—” His hand circled around my wrist turning me around again. “It’s just a kiss…” He trailed off.
“It’s not—I didn’t want—I shouldn’t have kissed you.” I said tears threatening my eyes.
“Why not?” He asked as he pulled his mask down again.
“Because—I—I just—I think…I think I like someone else.” I admitted fear gripping me.
“You never said you liked me Y/N.” He sighed. “It’s okay.”
“But I shouldn’t have kissed you!” I told him. “I thought that it would work get him out of my head but I can’t—”
“It’s alright Y/N.” He sighed.
“Don’t you want to know who?” I asked throwing him a confused look. He was always interested in anything It told him.
“No.” He shook his head. “I-I really don’t.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because it’s not like know him.” He shrugged.
“I thought you would talk to me about it.” I mumbled.
“Well you are wrong.”
“Peter. Peter Parker.” I said quietly.
“What?” Spiderman said.
“Peter Parker— that’s his name. That’s who I can’t get out of my head.” I turned to look at Spiderman as he froze looking down at me.
“Oh.” He said softly. “He seems…nice.” He nodded.
“You don’t know anything about him.” I gave him a confused look.
“I know— I just…he seems nice.”
“I danced with him at the Valentine’s Dance.” I mumbled. “It was really nice.” I looked over the city my hands fiddling with each other. “Really really nice.” I whispered. “And he is really smart—like really smart.” I added.
“Why don’t you tell him?” He asked. “You seem to like him…” I blushed shaking my head.
“I can’t—I don’t.” I stammered. “I was really mean to him.” I mumbled.
“I’m sure he’s already forgiven you.” Spiderman replied. I shrugged running my hands through my hair.
“You want to know the truth?” I turned to him. “I’m scared.”
“Why would you be scared?” He asked. “I’m sure he really likes you.”
“How would you know?” I asked narrowing my eyes.
“Uh—h-he danced with you didn’t he?”
“Yeah.” I blushed a smile forming on his face. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled.
“What for?” He asked.
“For kissing you—I shouldn’t have done that we are friends and that’s weird—”
“You shouldn’t apologize for kissing me Y/N.”
“I probably sucked in comparison.” I mumbled.
“I actually—uh haven’t ever kissed anyone.” He replied.
“You’re kidding.” I raised my eyebrows. He crossed his arms looking down at me.
“Way to make me feel bad.” He grumbled.
“No no it’s fine.” I blushed. “You just—you seemed to know what you were doing…”
“So did you.” He shrugged. I blushed again shaking my head.
“Alright.” I said awkwardly. “I think I’m gonna go study.” He nodded.
“Don’t listen to your music that loud, you’ll blow out your eardrums.” He said.
“No promises webs.” I smiled walking toward the fire escape.
“Hey Y/N.” Ned greeted as I walked into the tutor center the next day. “Ready to learn about more Algebra?”
“Sure?” I laughed sitting on the table taking out my stuff.
“Um so Peter’s is going to tutor you today.”
“Oh.” I mumbled nerves flooding me. “U-um why?” I asked. I wasn’t thrilled for Peter to see how dumb I was. Of course he had tutored me before, but it was completely different now.
“Uh—I’ve got stuff.” Ned said. I narrowed my eyes.
“What kind of stuff?” I asked.
“Just stuff.” He shrugged. “Hey Peter!” He grinned at his friend. I blushed knowing he was right behind me. “Can you tutor Y/N today? I’ve got other stuff to do.”
“E-er sure.” Peter mumbled.
“Great.” Ned smiled before collecting his stuff. “I’ll see you guys later then.” He said before exiting the tutor center. Peter put his backpack on the ground and took a seat next to me.
“Um so.” He started. “Where are you in the chapter?”
“Uhhh…” I started paging through book. “We were learning about factors, but I got that down pretty easily.” I said. “But I’m having a little trouble with the word problems.” Peter nodded pulling the book towards him.
“Alright let’s try number one then.” He said glancing at me a blush forming on his face. I nodded again.
“Mrs. Madden had fifteen yards of wire.” I started. I continued a blush on my face as I stumbled over words due to the nerves that filtered through my stomach. Now he thinks I can’t read, nice job Y/N.
“Er so we pull out all the numbers in this problem, don’t forget the labels.” He started point to certain words. “All the word tend to confuse a lot of people.” I nodded beginning to write down the numbers in a list. My hand brushed his and he blushed heavily his hand running through his hair.
“A-are you done?” He asked. I nodded slowly. “Alright,” he continued to explain the problem. I glued my eyes to the sheet trying to understand. “So write it down then solve the problem.” He finished. I started to write before I stopped abruptly heat filling my face.
“I still don’t get it.” I dropped my pencil. “Gosh Peter, I’m really sorry—I’m so stupid.” My hand fell into my hands.
“Hey—” He started as I felt his hand on my back before he pulled it back immediately. “You aren’t stupid—trust me.” I looked up at him shaking my head. “I once tutored Linda Molen.” He started. “I asked her what 6 times 3 was—she didn’t know.” I raised my eyebrows looking over at him.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He chuckled his cheeks a little pink. “I asked her to guess and she said 32.”
“That’s 8 times 4.” I giggled. Peter smiled.
“See you got it.”
“Peter we learn times tables in 4th grade.” He blushed again shaking his head.
“Right well you got a B on your test.” He said. “That’s amazing Y/N.” I blushed.
“Yeah thanks to you.” I mumbled. He blushed again his gaze meeting mine. “Uh—Peter.” I mumbled as he stared at me.
“Sorry.” He blushed harder.
“Is there something on my face?” I asked growing nervous. Great. I look even more stupid.
“N-no. You just look—” He started. “Uh nevermind.”
“I’m not wearing make-up today so I know, I look like shit.” I mumbled.
“W-what?” He asked. “Yeah—I mean no—no you don’t look bad at all.” He turned red. “You look—uh really pretty today.” He mumbled. “Not that you don’t look pretty every day—” He said quickly as I blushed furiously.
“U-um thanks.” I mumbled. There was a silence before I spoke again. “Um so the wire—”
“Right.” Peter cleared his throat before continuing to explain the the problem.
“Yeah!” Peter smiled. “That’s right, you got it!”
“Really?” I asked. He nodded. “Good.” I breathed in relief. “It only took me four times. You sure I’m not dumb Parker?” I asked.
“Positive.” He said. I blushed for the millionth time.
“Shit.” I breathe looking at my phone. “I’m gonna be late to work.” I quickly closed my books. “Sorry that I have to leave.”
“No-no it’s fine.” He smiled helping me get ready.
“Um I can try the rest of these questions and then we can review them next week if you want.” Peter nodded.
“Sounds good.” He said. Our fingers brushed each others again as I blushed.
“Okay.” I said throwing my backpack on my back. “Thanks—again.”
“No problem.” He smiled. I blushed again walking toward the doors of the tutor center the nerves slowly exiting my stomach.
You slid your favorite dress on with ease, absolutely buzzing with excitement. Somehow your friend Maria had gotten both of you, and dates, into the Cotton Club. Not only were you going, you were going on Sunday, so someone with a big name was sure to be there. Why, just last week Richard Rogers made an appearance, and the week before that, Langston Hughes. You had no idea how you were going to make this up to her.
Can you make a Richard Madden imagine please? How they met, their first date and how he asked her to become his wife and their wedding please if you can 😊
Hey just have too say that I loved your Richard madden imagine ! Could you please do another one that’s just super cute and fluffy:)
You sat with your best friend, Lily James, as she got changed out of her rehearsal clothes. Lily was currently getting ready for her role in Romeo and Juliet. Rehearsals for the day had ended and you met her on set to go out for lunch and shopping.
“So, where do you want to go for lunch?”
“I was thinking about,” she stopped as a knock came from her dressing room’s door. “Come in,” she hollard. A man opened the door and she smiled, “Oh, hi, Richard! Richard, this is my best friend, Y/N. Y/N, Richard.” You fought off a blush as the attractive man smiled.
“Um,” he shook his head a little and forced his eyes away from you to Lily, “I was going to ask you a question about the scene tomorrow but, ugh, I see you’re busy.”
“Lily,” the costume manager appeared, “can we get you real quick before you leave to try on a piece for the show?”
“You mind waiting a couple minutes,” Lily asked you.
“Not at all.” She left leaving you with Richard. He stood awkwardly by the chair. “Are you usually this quiet,” you finally asked?
“No,” he chuckled. “If I’m being honest I was trying to figure out what to say to you and how to ask you out.”
“Well, when you think of something good to say,” you took a pen and piece of paper from Lily’s desk, “give me a call.”
“Ready to go Y/N,” Lily appeared in the door?
“Yep,” you grabbed your bag and walked towards the car. “I’ll talk to you later, Richard.”
He called you later that night and asked you out for that Friday night. He picked you up and took you to a hole in the wall burger place. His cute smile kept you company all night and when the date came to an end you both didn’t want to leave….so the date didn’t end. The two of you stayed out until 7 the next day, walking around, talking, and doing whatever looked fun along the way.
3 years later you two were still together and every day together felt like your first date together. “Babe,” Richard had just gotten home from a day of filming, “let’s go out tonight.”
“Ok,” you laughed. “What did you have in mind?”
“It’s a surprise.” Twenty minutes later you two were in the car and you were trying to guess where you were going. After about a forty five drive Richard stopped and parked outside a little bookstore.
“A bookstore,” you exclaimed hopping out of the car. “This might be the cutest date you’ve ever taken me on.” He grabbed your hand and walked inside with you.
Richards casually browsed the books as he watched you intentionally look at the hundreds of book titles in each row. He followed as you made your way through the rows and rows of books. You two were in the right row now and Richard browsed the shelves for the white book by R. Madden. He found it on the shelf and pulled it out. “Look at this one,” he walked over to you and handed the the book.
“Let’s Grow Old Together,” you read the title of the white book not noticing the name listed as the author. You opened the first page and were shocked when you saw the first picture you and Richard had taken together. “Our first picture together on our second date,” was written beneath it. With each page you flipped another picture of you and Richard appeared. You reached the final page and it was a picture of a ring in a box that read, “Will you marry me,” at the bottom. Tears were already filling your eyes and when you looked up you saw Richard down on one knee with the ring in his hand.
“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, you are the love of my life and I can’t imagine spending one day without you. Make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife.”
“Yes, yes! Of course!”
“It is my pleasure to announce, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Madden.” Your guests clapped and cheered as you and your new husband entered the reception hall. “And now, their first dance.”
The light melody started to play and you wrapped your arms around Richard’s neck. “How’s it feel to be Mrs. Madden?”
You smiled and rested your head on his chest, “Perfect.”
Well, i tried really hard with this one and i don’t know how good or bad it is but i did it anyways…i don’t really know who wants to read it so i’ll tag the ones i usually do and add the ones that commented about the top/bottom thing i asked earlier, i hope i did justice to their “relationship”
Cecilia laughed as she dropped the pillow on James and hopped off of the giant bed. She worked at peeling off another layer, tossing the short white dress she had off and onto the couch in their suite. “Mrs. Madden,” she said as she walked over to grab her glass of champagne. “How does it feel to hear that?” she asked as she walked back over towards her husband- husband! Charlie was with Michael and Jackie for the weekend, both taking turns taking care of him, while the pair had their mini-honeymoon after the wedding. She thought she would be tired, they had danced for so long and talked to so many people that night but as soon as they got to their suite, she got a second wind of energy from the realization that this was all real, she was married, tomorrow life would go on, but she’d be his wife now. All of the months of planning, the little worries, the plans to make the night magical, they had all come together into one memorable, amazing, dream-like evening, and still she was excited, because she was there with her James.