mr. maddens

Richard Madden Request

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.”

Only Us (Part Seven)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1996

Warning(s): Swearing

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  

“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.

Part 8

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IMAGINE…being set up on a New Year’s Blind Date with Richard Madden

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.))

Y/B/F – your best friend

Y/E/C – your eye color

Y/n – your name

Keep reading


Lavender’s green, dilly, dilly, Lavender’s blue,
If you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you.
Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly, And the lambs play;
We shall be safe, dilly, dilly, out of harm’s way.

I love to dance, dilly, dilly, I love to sing;
When I am queen, dilly, dilly, You’ll be my king.
Who told me so, dilly, dilly, Who told me so?
I told myself, dilly, dilly, I told me so.

A few things to love about The Hour
  • Bel Rowley the kick-ass lady producer who won’t take sexist shit from anyone
  • Covering real events from the era and tackling intrigue, crime, politics, racism, and corruption
  • Tom Burke in a suit flirting with his sliky smooth voice
  • Lix Storm who is a literal storm and is another awesome lady character
  • Freddie’s quips and constant sarcasm
  • Great development of not only major but minor characters, especially Randall and Lix
  • Peter Capaldi’s characterisation of Randall and his absolutely heartbreaking breakdown
  • Hector Madden being shown that just because you’re a suave womaniser who’s popular, does not mean you won’t face the consequences of your actions
  • Mrs Madden finding her independence over him
  • All of the fantastic 50s costumes
  • Journalists wanting to get the truth out whatever the cost
Swell Part Two (Alex x Reader)

A/N- I always need suggestions hmu 

Warnings- a little swearing, elisions to racism 

Words- 713

AU- 1920s New York

Distance-wise, the ride over to the club wasn’t long, but it ended up feeling like an eternity. You should have talked to your date, but you were terrible at small talk, so you sat and hummed to yourself. Every now and then you caught Alexander staring at you out of the corner of your eye, the last time wearing a wry smile. Damn that smile was cute. You blushed and looked out the window, hoping that he hadn’t seen, but when you started humming your next tune he joined, and you knew he had.

A few minutes later, you pulled up to the club and you could feel everyone’s excitement as you filed out of the car, all adjusting your clothes. After the boys gave the car to the valet, they took your arms and you went up to the entrance, where Maria took over.

“Hello, I’m my last name is Reynolds. I was invited by a friend of Mr. Madden?”

“You were invited? I doubt it. Nice try, though,” barked the quiet large doorman. “Now beat it, I’m sure the last thing we all want is to cause a scene.”

“No, I swear! I-”

“What she means to say, sir,” you quickly interrupted, “Is that we were invited as pre show entertainment. This gentleman,” you nudged Alex, “And I are singing and the other two are here to help us setup. Should we enter through here, or is there another door you would like us to use?”

“Now that makes all the difference. Use the door around the corner to your left. There should be someone there to help you past that point, miss.”

“Thank you, and sorry for the confusion,” you said sweetly.

“Oh my, (Y/N)! That was simply amazing!” John cheered as you walked away. “Maria, doll, don’t cry! Everything’s fine. We’ll just enjoy ourselves from the sidelines. It’ll still be a swell time, I promise.”

“I’m impressed. But you dragged me into to this with you, and I don’t want to look like a complete goof,” Alex whispered. “What are we going to sing, my dear?”

“Oh, I have a few ideas. I just hope you can handle them,” you smirked.

“If it’s anything like what you were so adorably humming in the car, I could sing them in my sleep,” he laughed. “Let’s do this, shall we?”

The four of you were herded into a cramped back room where you did a few warm ups while Maria fixed her makeup in a dusty mirror. You began pacing, which must have been so annoying or the other three people sharing the space, but you didn’t care. This was likely to be the biggest night of your life, and you hadn’t had time to prepare. You chose five charts that you knew like the back of your hand, but now you were singing with someone you had only sung with once, and it was by complete accident. Alexander insisted that he would be fine, but he looked almost too confident to you. You snapped when you heard him laughing with John, you had had enough.

“How on earth are you sitting there laughing? This is likely to be the single most important night of our lives, and you’re sitting over there messing around like it’s no big deal! I’m only doing this for Maria, but there are a lot of judgemental white people who would love nothing more than to get a laugh out of some colored kids. It’s not just the two of us. It is so much more than that. You all heard the way that doorman talked to us like we were trash. How he talked down to us. Imagine that happening everywhere we go if we mess up and it gets the the papers, which believe me, it will. I am not letting you ruin this for me, or for Maria, or for anyone else. I swear, if you don’t get your hooey together, I’m going-”

You were cut off abruptly when Alex kissed you. You hadn’t noticed he had gotten up, you were so busy yelling.

“Now,” he breathed, pulling away from you only slightly, “Put all that into your singing, and anyone who even thought about looking at you funny will be kicking themselves.”

crush headcanons

Max - whomever you want because we control her (though I see her beginning to see Warren as more than a friend)

Chloe - nowhere near over Rachel but starting to crush on Max

Warren - Max, of course

Kate - kind of likes Warren and finds him cute, but she’s not jealous about his feelings for Max because she thinks it wouldn’t work out between them anyways

Victoria - Would totally do Mr. Jefferson if given the chance, but doesn’t really fawn over anybody because she’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no man.

Nathan - has way too much on his plate to really think about crushes at the moment

Rachel - saw the good in Frank when nobody else could, but Chloe helped her come to terms with her sexuality

David - uncharacteristic puppy love for Joyce

Joyce - doesn’t like dealing with his bs, but sees the good in David

Frank - has tried to get over Rachel since she disappeared, but hasn’t really been able to move on from her

Principal Wells - would totally do Mr. Jefferson if given the opportunity

Mr. Jefferson - “preferred” Rachel and Kate over his other victims because of Rachel’s beauty and Kate’s pure innocence

So, continuing on with The Hour, S2E2.

Just a gratuitous GIF of Freddie getting dressed

Trouble in the Lyon marriage

Like, really, really big trouble

Lix: Why are you following me?

[Yes, he is eating cold baked beans from the tin. Marital problems are a bitch]

Freddie: Get me 20 pages by the end of the week.I’ll read it for you.If you like.

Isaac: Oh, Mr Lyon, I hope you don’t think me rude, it’s just a very different kind of writing.The dramatic form.

This entire scene between Capaldi and Burke is a lesson in economy in acting as well as great writing

Bill: So I’ve been summoned.

Randall: You’ve been sniffing around my team. I’d rather you didn’t do that.

Bill: Mr Madden’s the best out there

I admit it. I made this GIF because I just wanted one of his beautfiul green eyes.

Bill: I can assure you, I want Mr Madden for more than his croupier skills.

More coming :)


Tom arrived at the house and the woman introduced herself as Erica Dixon. 

Erica: “Can you confirm that you are indeed Mr Thomas Richard Madden?”

Tom: “Yes, that’s me. What is this all about?”

Erica: “Before I tell you, are you sure you’d like Mrs Madden to be present?”

Tom: “Of course, anything you say to me, I’ll just immediately tell her, so she might as well hear it first hand. Also, if you call her Mrs Madden again, I think she might throttle you.”

Dawn smiled at Tom, mouthing a “thank you.”

Dawn: “Dawn is fine, now get on with it please.”


I think Angus just realized that if Randall thinks you’ve failed at one thing, then you’ve basically failed at your entire life. 

Randall Brown, the iron fist in the velvet glove, gradually introducing Angus – who thought he knew everything about the subject – to the concept of blackmailing someone by NOT blackmailing them.

And of course, Randall doesn’t even like Mr Madden very much, but once you’re part of his team, Randall may sack you himself, but he’ll be damned if he’ll let anyone from the outside interfere and get away with it.


His hedgehog rage was out of control!

I watched “Nativity” two times in a row last night, lol. Because Martin Freeman’s portrayal of Mr. Maddens is just so motherfucking gorgeous, he’s so heartbreakingly lonely, surprisingly sweet and wise at times, yet also so angry-beneath-a-fake-calm manifesting itself in a grumpy-teacher facade. I love that you can still feel and see, beneath all the bitterness, there is a teacher who really cares about the children but who is simply too disenchanted with life to allow his heart to get involved (until he realises, the kids actually do care about him too). And to think that it’s all improvised. I don’t care what the critics said, Martin’s performane was spot on imho. ♥