#richard fluff

[langdxn]

How do you think the Cody’s would react to you getting pregnant when your relationship was still pretty new?

awh surely the boys are good fathers no matter what, right? sneaking this under a cut because i got carried away

Every aspect of Outpost!Michael’s life is so heavily planned and orchestrated that, by the time he’s brought about the end of the world and established the apocalyptic outposts, the thought of starting a family is well beyond his mind. Nevertheless, his arrival at Outpost 3 led him to you: the enchanting gray he didn’t remember from the occupant lists. Your gradual back-and-forth flirting over the common room over two weeks led you falling head over heels into the most romantic, steamy and intense relationship of your lives — but was that all down to the isolation, living in close proximity underground every hour of the day?

It seems your nerves as you stuttered out your secret at the end of Michael’s stressful interview day were completely justified, judging by the blank expression on his face. “Pregnant?” He repeated sternly as he rubbed his temple. “You’re aware we’re facing the end of humanity as we know it, and you’re bringing another life into this barren husk of a world?” His brows knitted tightly together as he computed the situation before him, gaze darting around his bronzed office before falling back to your eyes.

“But the baby is mine?” A grin curled the corner of his lips ever so slightly as realisation sunk in, lunging forward to grasp your hand over his desk. “Then we have nine months to get to know each other properly before we have another life to get to know too.”

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The spontaneity of Xavier Plympton’s life up until this moment has taken him to some extraordinary places: experimenting with drugs, shooting gay porn, even counseling at Camp Redwood for a summer he thought would be safe and peaceful. He invited you along for the sole purpose of showing off his new girl to his closest friends, introducing you by way of shoving you all together in a deserted summer camp to get to know one another.

As Xavier thoughtfully plates up breakfast around the campfire for everyone, there’s no hiding the excitement glowing across his countenance, brightening his cheeks and planting that special glisten in his eyes. However, catching sight of the greasy fried egg on your plate sends you racing back to the girls’ cabin — your first sign of morning sickness has arrived. Blissfully unaware of your condition and assuming you’d simply forgotten something in your bunk, Xavier begins his announcement while idly bouncing on the balls of his feet: “I’m sure you’ll all get a chance to speak to Y/N while we’re here, but I wanted you to be the first to know we’re officially together as of today!”

“And she’s pregnant already, doofus,” Montana jibes with a roll of her eyes, jabbing a finger in the direction you darted and couldn’t be seen for dust. “I’ve seen this happen a thousand times over, you knocked her up on the first time, Plympton!”

Xavier pauses, staring into the middle distance for a moment. Suddenly, as if a lightbulb moment struck him, he grins even wider and chuckles to himself. “I’m gonna be a dad and a Hollywood actor? This summer is so fucking rad!”

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There’s no way of skirting around it — family is a very sensitive subject around Duncan Shepherd. Not that you could consider your impending motherhood much of a family when the father of your unborn child is your soon-to-be-divorced boss at the Shepherd Freedom Foundation. The nights you spent rolling around atop his desk when the office was empty couldn’t ever be the starting line for a genuine family unit, could it? As far as you were aware, your pussy was merely a gateway drug to letting out his frustrations of his messy divorce. He’d been married for 7 years and they had no children to show for it, was he even the fatherly type?

Duncan’s gaze caught yours as you grabbed your bag from beneath your desk, heading to the doctors for your first checkup of yours and your baby’s health, but you forced his image out of your mind. You promised yourself you’d tell the expectant father closer to your 12-week scan in hopes you could gather further information on his promise as a dad in the meantime. Once you headed for the door, Duncan grasped your arm and pulled you in to kiss you in front of the entire office, faces behind desks frozen in shock, a deep red flushing your own cheeks while he leaned in to deepen your connection.

“I know,” he muttered indicatively into your mouth as you parted lips and he guided you to the exit, an arm tightly wrapped around your waist. “Penny saw your pregnancy test in the office restroom when you left. Be honest with me, is the baby mine?” You meekly nodded as he ushered you around a corner and through the front doors. “Then consider this your last day in the office, you won’t have to work a day while you’re carrying my child.” He drew to a halt as you reached the busy sidewalk, his free hand gently planting into the plane of your abdomen, as flat as it would be for the next nine months. “Don’t worry, I’ll be paying to keep you both safe and happy. You’re a Shepherd now, and Shepherds look after each other.”

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The most paternal surfer boy this side of Bali, Jim Mason warms to the idea of becoming a father immediately. Who cares that you’d only been seeing each other for two months before the condom broke in the midst of an intense session up against the rocks on the beach bathed in the glow of a particularly beautiful sunset? On reflection, it was quite possibly the most romantic setting in which to make a baby, stealing chaste kisses and panting breathless declarations of love in between. Those same hushed affections spilled from his lips when you told him you were pregnant, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around like an ecstatic carousel. The blissful happiness lasted a month and a half, until one evening the deafening silence around the house suggested your boyfriend was still at the beach.

Wandering down to the shore, you spotted a familiar form hunched over at the water’s edge, head between his legs and his arched back pulsing as if he was sobbing. As you approached, his gentle weeping nearly drowned out by the crashing surf, it became clear that this breakdown was a side of Jim you’d never seen before, a change that exposed a weakness in him. He noticed your approaching footfalls as the sand squished beneath you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered under ragged breaths. “I can’t, I… I’m never going to be a good father!” He sobbed weakly as you perched beside him, draping a sympathetic arm over his shoulder. “I’ll fuck it all up, just like my dad fucked it all up with me and Medina.” His head instinctively dipped into you, leaning over and pressing his weight against you. “I’m scared, I’m scared I won’t be good enough.”

Of course, what he doesn’t understand in this moment is that the simple fact he’s concerned about how good a father he’ll be already proves he’ll be a better father than his own. Suddenly, his sniffing ceased, raising his head to gaze into your eyes through a tear-blurred haze. “We… we can do this together, right? As long as I’ve got you, we can do anything.”

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When he first found out you were expecting his baby, Richard fell silent again. His bad dreams intensified, leaving him a quivering, frantic shell of his former self squirming in bed beside you. What could be so terrifying to him, the thought of becoming a father at such a young age? Or of being tied to the girl he only met a month ago over a heated exchange in the clinic lounge concerning the TV channel of choice on a Friday night?

As he writhed among the sheets, you reached out a hand to rest on his chest and reassured him between weak whimpers escaping his lips. “They’re… they’re coming,” he stuttered in a panic, “baby… they’re coming for our baby!” His knees flailed about, scuffing up the sheets and shaking with fear. “Don’t… don’t touch her,” he exclaimed defiantly, balling his fists at his side and drawing his bottom lip between clenched teeth. “Leave my daughter alone!” Suddenly, his fidgeting ceased, his fingers unfurled and his features melted down from their raging skewed frown to a peaceful, serene half-smile.

Without warning, his hand journeyed behind your head and scooped around your shoulders, drawing you in and holding you as close as physically possible — all without opening his eyes, almost as if he were still locked inside his dreamscape. His other hand cupped the back of your head and pressed your face into his chest. “Stay away from my girls, they’re mine.”

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Meeting Andy Dolan at his sickeningly excessive birthday party and bonding over your shared adoration of cocaine wasn’t the ideal foundation for a family. In fact, it wasn’t any foundation for a family. Hiding from the paparazzi was a full-time job for the actor with whom you had somehow fallen into a casual relationship, he always felt distant and preoccupied, glaring out of every passing window and obsessing over internet searches. He was already struggling to handle his crumbling connection with his child and his bitter divorce, so you figured his only feasible response to discovering he’d already knocked up his new partner wouldn’t be a happy one, particularly given the cold stare he flashed at you for turning down his offer of a line as you chilled out the night before.

Hoping Andy was suitably distracted by rehearsing for an upcoming screen test, you aimed to sneak out of the mansion and head straight for the clinic, your mind sufficiently made up that you couldn’t keep this baby, least of all raise it in the shattered environment around you. Reaching the gates and waiting for the doorman to operate the electronics, your mission had succeeded up until a hand curled around your wrist and spun you on your heels to front the skewed rage on Andy’s face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His words spat through gritted teeth. “Did you think you’d get away with this, huh? Getting rid of my baby without even telling me?!” You had no chance to defend yourself or question how he found out before he launched into another tirade. “You think I won’t be a good father? Because I’m always off my face in one capacity or another?”

His grip weakened on your forearm for his hand to slip down your wrist and entwined his fingers with yours, the other reaching up to cup the back of your neck as his voice softened. “The coke? Gone. It’s gone. I’ll go back to the wellness centre and do it properly this time. Just please, please don’t get rid of our baby? Give me a chance to be a proper dad this time?”

[rocketmanmadden]

Allergic Reaction

Requested by @dogmom2014

Reader has an allergic reaction and Richard and her both freak out and Richard takes care of her.

You just got back from your shopping spree with Richard, which as always, is you doing all the shopping and him just being happy to spend time with you. He tags along and stays by your side at every store you go to, holding your bags and being your “assistant”- but he loves every minute of it.

You go into your shared bedroom, setting the bags on your bed, ready to try some of your new products. You’re especially excited about your new skincare set. From the toner, to the masks and moisturizer, you’re bringing it into your bathroom, ready to try it all.

“I see someone’s having fun” Richard says with a chuckle as he comes into the bathroom, seeing you organize the bottles and open them. You smile and nod, using the cleanser and taking your makeup off after the long day.

You rinse your face hearing Richard say, “While you have your spa day I’ll make you a cup of tea. Just come down when you're ready love.” He smiles and heads off.

You go through your new routine, applying all the products in the order the lady at the makeup shop told you, ending with your moisturizer and heading back into the bedroom, putting your pjs on and heading to Richard downstairs. You spot your tea on the counter, and Richard in the kitchen.

“Your tea’s sitting right over there- oh my gosh” Richard gasps as he turns your way, his hands flying over his mouth as he looks at your face. “What’s wrong?” You reply, your brows furrowed and immediately concerned. He steps towards you and gently touches your cheek, “Your face!...” He says, and you question, “My face?..” You say confusedly before heading to the nearest mirror, him coming with you.

“Oh my god my face!” You exclaim in shock, looking at the puffy bright red cheeks on your face, followed by your forehead, chin, and all the rest of your skin which was the same. “I don’t know what to do, oh my god…” You say concerned at this breakout.

“Is your throat closing? Can you breath?” Richard says panicky, to which you nod, “I can, it’s just some sort of bad reaction, this has never happened before!” You say. You head back over to the kitchen, Richard having the idea for you to take some Benadryl to reduce the swelling. He brings you to the couch, holding a cool compress to your face, trying to reduce the redness and the burning, tingling sensation you’re feeling, then it finally hits you.

“My new skincare products!” You gasp and look at Richard and his eyes widen, “That makes so much sense..” He says, you both coming to the realization of what just happened. “We’re throwing those out immediately, love” Richard says, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. “Not that you aren’t beautiful like this, but I don’t want my girls face being nothing but normal” He says, making you giggle.

“Me too bubs” You smile at him and peck his lips.

Time goes by, and the Benadryl you took brings your face back to normal, and in that time, Richard already put everything back in the proper boxes, and you talked him out of “having a word” with the lady who sold the products. As scary as this was, at least you know to be more careful next time, and maybe wait a bit of time before switching all of your products so quickly.

[my-only-angelle]

IM FINE IM FINE

IM NOT FINE

[smoljoelito]

break up with your boyfriend, i’m bored part 2 || richard camacho

Part 1

word count: 1,556

description: Richard left you with an ultimatum last time you spoke, and now you have to make your final decision

warnings: fluff and some language sorry nothing too bad. 

masterlist

tags: @quierick @mepuserojito @ericks-mala-actitud @woowoodaaboo

A/N: I did something in one of my paragraphs with a dancing illustration while talking about Richard (you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about) let me know if it makes it hard to read in the comments I’m nervous. 

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It’s been a week since you last spoke to Richard.

It’s been a week since you last spoke to your own boyfriend, Peter.

And it’s been three days since Richard broke up with his girlfriend.

Guilt is eating you alive every single second of the day, digging its claws into any outlet it can find, your stomach, intestines, and head, leaving behind a wake of pain and discomfort, untouched by any drug store pain medication. Your migraine only seems to grow worse every time the ringtone you set for your boyfriend goes off, whether it be text or call. Immediately, you silence it, but since you get a lot of calls from management, you’re unable to completely turn the ringer off. 

The turmoil set in your body is also resulting from the disagreement you’re having between your heart and your head. What you want to do, and what you should do. You don’t want to lose out on what you have with Peter by any means. For years, he’s been your rock, always having the best advice possible for any situation you’re met with. He just always knows what to tell you to say or what decision to make. Where you’re spontaneous, he’s planned. Where he’s logical, you’re fun. He balances you out, but almost like a best friend would.

A gasp escapes your lips as the truth hits you in the gut so harshly, your hands wrap around your abdomen to make sure you weren’t impaled. 

You’re afraid of losing your best friend. Peter compliments you in the ways your best friends do, but not in the way a lover should. You do love him, but it’s not deep gut-wrenching love. It’s not the kind of love that would make you feel like your heart has been ripped out if you went a week without talking. 

Your heart burns, hurts, and aches for Peter, but only because of the pain you’re going to put the sweet boy through. 90% of the ache comes from the feeling of losing your other half.

Richard doesn’t just compliment you, he completes you. Just like on the dance floor, the relationship is smooth. You offer an idea, to the right, he builds off of yours, he steps right. If you need advice, step back, he knows exactly what to tell you to make you feel better along with what the situation needs to get better, he steps back. You laugh at his joke, you sway your hips, he will go out of his way to make you laugh even harder, just to keep you happy, his hips mold against yours. 

Your boyfriend may be your rock, but Richard is like a breath of fresh air. His presence cleanses you of any worry, sadness, or anger you have. When you’re with Richard, it’s like hitting a refresh button on your day or mood. Any situation, he makes better by simply being there, not even saying or doing anything. The sad part of all of this is, some of the most fun memories you’ve had in your life, have Richard’s face all over them, not your boyfriends.

When the, now obnoxious, ringtone goes off this time, your body is oddly calm. The only thing you can hear is the AC, softly blowing out cool air to keep you cool in the time of stress, not your heart beating in your ears. Your headache is calming down along with the aching in your abdomen by the second. The decision has been made, the winner is clear as day, the war is over.

On the last ring, you pick your phone up, tapping the green button sadly. The conversation lasts merely twenty minutes, yet the mixture of emotions seems to be that of an hour-long fight. Your calamity completely faded when your boyfriend started accusing you of cheating on him with Richard, which you kind of deserved since you haven’t talked to him in a week. When he brought up Richard though, like he always does when he’s mad, it started a war. There were tears, a series of fuck you’s from both sides, then silence before he decided to be the first to hit the “end call” button. 

A quiet ploof is heard as your phone falls gently onto the mattress, with you sitting in the same position, brain still racking over the details of the conversation. It only takes a few minutes before the tears stop. The decision didn’t kill you like you thought it would. Being on tour, away from him, caused the feelings to lessen, and actually brought many things to light, like how he didn’t make you laugh or how you didn’t truly love him. For months, you knew the truth about your relationship, but coming to terms with the wasted years kept you locked in it.

The tour also showed you who you do love. It showed you where your heart is, and whose hands it’s in. Without a single doubt in the world, you don’t want it back. 

Before your mind can even react, your feet are already moving. As quickly as possible, you make yourself look presentable before running out the door of your hotel room, only your hotel room card and phone in hand. With each step you take towards Richard’s door, your heartbeat takes it as a means of beating even faster. By the time you’re in front of his door, you can hear it in your ears. 

Slowly, your hand raises towards the door, contrasting with your rapid breathing. Your eyes flutter closed for a moment as you inhale deeply, calming yourself before you knock twice on his door.

It only takes a few moments for the door slowly opens, revealing Richard, staring at you with furrowed brows. Your heart literally hurts for a moment as it skips a beat, stops, then starts again. At first, neither one of you speak, but just stare at each other,

“What are you doing here Y/N?” He asks hesitantly as if he doesn’t want to know the answer.

“Ibrokeupwithmyboyfriend,” You blurt out quickly causing him to look even more confused as before.

“You what?” Taking in a deep breath, you shut your eyes for a moment before meeting his intense gaze.

“I broke up with my boyfriend,” You say slowly, but confidently. For a moment, neither of you move, but then suddenly his lips are on yours. 

Just like being with him, it’s like fresh of breath air, but once your lips begin moving against his, the feeling changes completely. The kiss is fire, a complete raging fire in your veins. Your body feels completely alive and focused, zeroed in on one thing, him. Before you even know what you’re doing, your arms are wrapped around his neck, head tilted towards the side to deepen the kiss. His hands are suddenly on your waist, pulling you flush against his body. yet arching you back, allowing him to get more access to your lips.  The kiss is passionate, yet gentle, hungry, yet caring as if he’s trying to show you what you missed: passionate, kind, fiery, soft love. It causes fireworks to explode behind your eyelids and fingers tingling all the way to the tips, leaving you gripping each other to minimize any space between you both. It’s a kiss you’ve never felt before from anyone, and one you would never stop doing if possible.

When your lips detach, neither of you open your eyes as you pant, still trying to live in the moment just a second longer. You’re the first to draw back slightly, still staying in his arms, but giving yourself access to look into the warm brown orbs you’ve grown to love.

“I pick you, Richard Yashel Camacho Puello. You’re the one I want.”

The bright smile that covers his face makes something inside you stir, heart skipping a beat yet again before your smile matches his. 

“I knew you’d pick me.” 

Before you even have the chance to respond, his lips are on yours again as he gently steps back into his room, and you, for the first time, follow. 

[rocketmanmadden]

“Just friends”

Summary- after getting out of a serious relationship, your best friend Richard is there to take care of you. What you discover is that you wanna be a little more than friends.

A/N- sorry this isn’t the best, I haven’t written fics or posted here in MONTHS but I finally got in the mood to write something last night so enjoy :)

It’s been 3 months since you had a rough breakup from a serious relationship. If anyone has been there for you, it’s Richard. He held you while you cried and screamed, he’s taken care of you, and he’s filled the empty parts of you. He’s been the best friend you could ask for.

The truth is, you wanted to be more than friends. You guys were already doing more than friends things, the way he kissed you when you were lonely, the way he wiped your tears away, the way he slept in bed with you and held you as you cried yourself to sleep.

“Friends. Just friends.” You think to yourself as you think back on these times. Richard never seemed like he wanted to be more than friends, he was just there for you and is being nice, like a friend should.

You cuddled up on the couch under the same blanket as Richard, resting your head on his chest as you watched a movie. The watching part didn’t last long, as Richard soon put his hard around you and pulled you into a soft kiss.

You kissed back, loving every second of it until you realized you can’t keep making Richard do this. You gently pulled away,

“Richard… it’s been 3 months now. I need to get over it and realize it’s just me now. You’re just a friend… you don’t need to do this stuff” you say softly, looking him in the eyes

Richard looks at you back before lightly chuckling, “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it” he says with a smile. “What?” You say, more confused than ever. “Friends? Friends don’t do this stuff love” Richard says.

“I thought you were just being nice? Making me feel better? Why didn’t you ever say anything?” You asked trying to make sense of what you thought was just a good friend.

“Are you crazy?! You just got out of a serious relationship! It would be such a dick mom asking you out right after a breakup. Shit I loved you before you guys broke up… this isn’t a new feeling” Richard says staring in your eyes with a smile, gently lacing his fingers through yours.

You held his hand and smiled at him, “I wish you would’ve said something, I’ve been hiding my love for you for months now!” You say as you giggle. “You didn’t need a boyfriend's love months ago. You needed a best friend's love to heal you, and I’m glad I was able to be that best friend” he softly smiled.

“You know what I think I need now?” You say and he replies, “what is that exactly?”

“A best friend that’s also my boyfriend. Know anyone who’d be interested?” You say with a giggle and he smiles, “You’re in luck, because there happens to be a guy right here who would love to be that person” he says before gently cupping your face, and giving you your first kiss as a couple.

[rocketmanmadden]

Most Stylish Couple Award

Requested by @queenstark3000

Anything Richard Madden. Maybe being on set at his GQ photo shoot and he keeps getting distracted so the director asks me to be in some of the photos?

A/N- being completely honest here, I really had no clue how award shows do their photoshoots, so the way they did it here is probably inaccurate, I just kinda went with my imagination of it:)

You open your phone to double check that everything looks perfect on you for your pictures, even though you know that they have many people who will touch you up. In your defense, you just won the most stylish women of the year to go along with Richard’s man of the year award, so you have to look just right, meaning not one tear, wrinkle, or spot in your outfit.

As the last celebrity gets their picture taken, they exit the set leaving just you and Richard left to go. The two of you made some small talk, you congratulated him and told him he looked nice, but him on the other hand, all he could do is shower you in compliments.

“You look stunning, absolutely stunning Y/N. I mean I understand how you won the award, you look like a model all the time, but me? Aside from award shows I’m just in some jeans and a t shirt” he told you with a chuckle as his ran his eyes up and down you, looking at every aspect of you.

You thanked him of course before going back to staring at your phone. Not Richard though, to your surprise he was actually staring at you, having to be snapped out of his thoughts by the photographer and director of the shoot.

“Mr. Madden?” The man asked, but no response from Richard. “Mr. Madden, we’re ready for you” but still no answer.

You look up from your phone to catch him looking at you, “Hey Rich, I think you’re needed” you smile at him as he jumps a little, being startled out of his daydream. “Oh- uh- yeah, sounds great. Thanks for letting me know” He nods at you before going over to the backdrop and props they had set up for him.

They get his backdrop set up and they set him down on a fancy, white suede couch, outlined in silver for the extra touch. Everyone and thing was ready for the photos to be taken- well, of course, except Richard.

He was fidgety, zoning, and couldn’t take his eyes off you. Everytime he was needed to look directly at the camera, he would try for a second but not soon after turn his eyes to the side to check you out.

Not going to lie, you felt slightly bad. You liked Richard, like, liked, Richard, and although it was a tad bit funny watching him keep getting in trouble with the camera man when he’s the famous ‘Richard Madden’, you felt kind of sorry for him, the poor guy couldn’t focus and you were the cause.

You set your items down on a table nearby and began to watch Richard, faintly giggling at how cute the situation is before the photographer finally had enough.

“Excuse me Miss Y/L/N?” the photographer says sitting his camera down on a stand. “Yes?” You reply.

“Mr. Madden here can’t seem to keep his eyes to himself and his thoughts in control” he rolls his eyes. “You won most stylish actress correct?” He asks to which you respond, “I did, yes.” With a smile

“Would you mind getting in some of these shoots? It’d be nice to have some photos of the category winners together anyways” he asks of you. “Wouldn’t mind at all” you wink at Richard as you see his cheeks are a blush color, embarrassed at himself and the way he’s acted, especially now you know it’s because he takes an interest in you.

“What would you like me to do sir?” You ask the man as you begin to walk into the set a few minutes later after hair and makeup did a quick touch up on you.

“Maybe try sitting in his lap” the photographer states. “Think that’d make for a good shot- Mr. Madden would probably like that too” he laughs as Richard just looks at the ground avoiding eye contact with anyone. “Sounds good to me”

You sit on his lap and cross your one leg over the other, wrapping your arm around Richard’s neck as he wraps his around your waist.

“So, you like this Richard?” You whisper in his ear and giggle as the camera man adjusts his lens getting ready to begin again. “Not gonna lie, I do. But I think what I’d really like is your phone number and to take you to dinner one day” he smiles up at you. “Only if you’d like that too of course”

“I’d more than like that, especially if ‘one day’ would be sooner than later. Took you long enough to ask tonight” you roll your eyes and giggle as he begins to blush again. “You noticed the staring I assume?” He questions. “Oh I more than noticed the staring” you laugh as his face turns to pure embarrassment. “Ah, I must seem like such a creep. I’m so sorry love.”

“Nonsense, you are far from a creep, I found it quite cute actually. Nice to be noticed once in a while by a very attractive man” you grin at him as the camera man is finally ready to shoot.

“Sorry that took longer than expected to set up, ready?” He says holding the camera up in a shooting position.

You complete the photo shoot with the photographer taking some amazing photos of the two of you, and not many days later complete your first date with Richard, many more coming after that until you finally become official and months later move in together.

“Who knows?” Richard says reminiscing at the magazine he found again that included your pictures you took at the GQ photo shoot. “Maybe next year we’ll win the most stylish couple of the year award” he wraps his arm around you as you sit down next to him on the couch.

“That can’t possibly be a real award they give, is it?” You ask. “No, but maybe out amazing relationship and our awesome style will make it one” he winks

[rocketmanmadden]

I like you

Requested by Anon

Richard Madden x reader where they have an argument as friends BUT it’s because they like each other and are blind to see it

“You’re phone is really blowing up there” Richard rolls his eyes and pauses the movie you guys are watching together after feeling your phone vibrate multiple times on the couch. “Sorry bout that” you smile at him, picking up the phone to check your messages. “Nah, don’t be. I was just kidding, but who’s texting you every 10 seconds?” He leans his head over to look at your phone as your turn it off.

Some people would say that’s an invasion of privacy, but to you it’s just your best friend Richard. You’re an open book with him and he can look through your phone anytime he wants, even having his own fingerprint lock on it. Well most of the time at least, just not this particular moment as the man he hates is texting you.

“It’s no one” you look at him and set the phone back on the couch. “C’mon Y/N/N, you know I know you better than that. Let me guess, it’s ‘no one’ as in the guy I don’t like? It’s that who’s texting you?” He asks and all you do is nod with a blush covering your face thinking of the message he sent you. “Let’s see what he said then” Richard reaches for your phone. “Rich please” you try and grab it back but he just moves over and unlocks it.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

“I want to see what’s underneath that dress you wear tomorrow at dinner”

“That’s the only dessert I want ;)”

Richard reads the text out loud. “Are you serious? This isn’t okay, you aren’t responding to any of these creeps previous messages that are like this so you obviously aren’t good with this” Richards overprotective best friend mode kicks in. “He’s a nice guy I swear, he just gets… excited sometimes” you sigh. “You’ve only known him what? 2 weeks now and seen him once? No. This isn’t a second date kind of thing” Richard sternly says, looking down at the messages before turning off the phone and throwing it down on the couch once again. “It’s my problem to deal with okay? I’ll figure it out myself” you huff.

“I just don’t think that guy is good for you” Richard shakes his head. “Well I don’t think that girl that you have a date with next weekend is good for you” you snap back at him. “Don’t be that way, he just seems like he’s gonna play you. He already is with those messages” Richard looks down at the phone again. “I’m not being like any way, she seems like she’s gonna use you” you shrug your shoulders at him.

“Who are you to even tell me who to date? It’s not your decision Y/N” he spits out at you. “Take your own advice then, because that’s what you’re doing to me right now!” you scoff and raise your voice. “I’m only telling you how I feel because I care about you!” He raises his voice back. “So am I!” You cross your arms.

“No you aren’t! You’re doing it just to mock what I’m doing!” he yells, his accent getting thicker as he gets more irritated. “Am not!” You pout. “Yes you are, how do you not realize that!” he puts his hands on his head.

“I just care about you” You lower your voice now into a hushed tone, looking down into your lap, feeling bad about yelling. “I care about you too, I just want the best for you” his voice lowering too as he puts a hand on your leg. “Then tell me now, without the yelling, why don’t you want him to go on a date with me?” You ask “Well first off, he’s a giant prick, you don’t speak or treat a girl like that without the girl consenting to it as well. Second, because I don’t want him to take you out tomorrow night, I want to be the one to go on a date with you.” He stares you in the eyes, not once looking away, a light blush going over his cheeks as you stay silent for a second.

“Then do it” is all you can say, still taking in the shock of Richard liking you too, causing a quiet “What?” To escape Richard’s lips. “Ask me on a date, and my plans are canceled for tomorrow night and I’ll never speak to him again” you inform him.

“I thought this guy was so sweet though” Richard rolls his eyes and laughs. “You’re gonna let him go that easily for just me?” He smiles a little smile.

“Just you?” You repeat his words. “I never liked him, like you said, he’s a jerk. I like you. That’s why I always held off with dating for so long. I wanted you but I realized I’d never have you so I tried to find someone to fill the hole” you explain.

“Why would you think you’d never have me? You could have me anytime you want, hopefully you’ll want me tomorrow night if you perhaps cancel that date with the creep?” He grins at you waiting for a response.

“I would love to go out with you tomorrow night” you smile back at him. “But wait, what about your date next week, with that girl?” You asked

“Oh that?” He chuckles. “I canceled that two days ago, figured it’s not worth going on a date when it’s not Y/N” he puts his hand over yours and holds on to it, grazing his thumb over yours as he cheekily smiles at you

“Richard Madden canceled a date because it wasn’t with me? Looks like I really have to try and impress you tomorrow night then” you wink at him and giggle

“I’m impressed just seeing you cuddle up in a hoodie on the couch. You can do anything and still be cute, that’s why I like you so much. Not to mention your amazing personality of course” he cocks an eyebrow up, giving you a big grin.

“You don’t need to try and win me over anymore, you already got me, and honestly, you’ve always had me. I would’ve dropped anybody for you” you move in closer to him as he puts his arms around you

“Only if I knew it was that easy” he chuckles and looks down at you as you tilt your head up and lean in to the first kiss of many, with the man you’ve always had your heart set on

[rocketmanmadden]

My Prince

Requested by @badasseddy

Reader and Richard are in love but they didn't tell each other, and the reader is in a toxic relationship, and one day something bad happens, and Richard steps in, maybe he fights with the guy or something, and then fluff.

Warnings- Angst, then fluff. Abusive relationship at the beginning.

A/N- If you or someone you know are being abused or hurt by a partner, family member, friend, etc, please tell somebody. You are never weak for speaking up, just talking could save a life. If anyone ever needs anyone to talk to, my dms are always open, never hesitate to message me about anything❤️

Richard has been there for you always, you first boyfriend, your first breakup, and your first awful relationship. Awful isn’t even the word that describes it- abusive is.

You hated calling it that because you were to scared to admit it, but even more scared of being near your boyfriend.

Richard easily caught onto this, he knew you better than anybody else, and he knew that you didn’t get those bruises from bumping into the corner of a cabinet or table, he knew that when you would get a chill whenever your boyfriend came around that something was wrong.

He let it go for a while even though in his gut he knew he shouldn’t have, and that something was terribly wrong. You didn’t want to talk about it and he respected that, but today was the last day he was ever letting it go.

A fight broke out between you and your boyfriend when he unexpectedly showed up to your apartment, but mostly just your boyfriend, as you stood back and let him lash at you.

“Why the fuck don’t you ever have me over anymore huh!? You say it’s a mess? Everything’s fucking spotless. You’re probably cheating on me!” He rages at you. “I promise I’m no-“ a tear runs down your cheek. “”Bullshit you aren’t!” He wraps his hand around your throat and slams you into the wall causing you to cry and be unable to breathe regularly.

Thank god for Richard planning on stopping over tonight, because moments later he opened the door and came in to see you pinned up against the wall, a hand around your throat and tears down your face.

“Get the fuck off her man!” He shouts as he grabs his shoulder and pulls him back, him slowly but angrily turning around. “Why should I listen to you? You the fucker she’s cheating with?” He growls causing Richards face to turn to shock. “What? No! I’m the fucker who actually cares about her and her well being, so get the hell out of her apartment” Richard says as his accent gets thicker with the more angry he gets.

“Why the fuck do you think I’ll do what you say? Last time I check you weren’t her boyfriend- I am!” He yells as he shoves Richard. “Listen I’m not trying to fight mate” Richard puts his hand up but before he knows it, gets punched straight in the nose. “Well I am” the other man grumbles.

The two men began going at it in your hallway as you scream, cry, and beg for it to stop. They punch and they scream, hitting at each other’s faces with their fists until finally they get to worn out and fall off each other.

“Get out! Just get out and never come back!” You sob. “We’re done!” You cry as you run over to Richard to make sure he’s okay, but he just holds you, not even caring about his bruised face or bloody nose, just you.

He moves you to the couch and just lets you cuddle into him, sobbing into his chest before you finally calm down enough for him to get an ice pack for his face, and brings some ice cream over for you.

“I’m so s-sorry Richard” You sniffle as he sits back down next to you. “Don’t be silly, you have nothing to be sorry for. You are so strong, being in a place like you were is so hard. I would’ve never been able to survive what you’ve been going through.” He wipes the last tear from your cheek. “Now what do you say, ice cream, movies, and cuddles?” He smiles. “Sounds perfect” you finally slowly have a smile appear on your face. “What do you want to watch? Your choice” he asks.

“Maybe this is stupid, but can we watch Cinderella? The version with you of course, it just never fails to make me happy. Not to mention you’re such an angel in it.” You smile up at him as he pulls a blanket over the two of you and puts an arm around you, his free hand giving you the ice cream. “Cinderella it is” he grins before getting the movie on.

You guys quickly finish the tub of ice cream not even halfway into the movie, putting it down and cuddling into each other the rest of the time. Finally you felt free, and safe. You just felt loved with him.

“You’re so perfect” You say as you watch the dance scene of the movie. “I played a prince, I had to be” he chuckles. “No, I mean in real life” you lock eyes with him. “I’m far from perfect” he shakes his head.

“You’re perfect in my eyes. You’re a grown man sitting here holding me while watching a princess movie, not to mention you’re in it and you don’t like watching your own movies, just because I’m sad. You’re perfect in every way to me” you find his hand under the blanket and entangle your fingers in his.

“In your defense, you have every reason to be sad. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him with the way he treated you, never again will that happen to you. You’re pretty damn perfect too, and strong, so so strong to be in that situation and still be so kind and caring towards others” he gives your hand a squeeze and smiles at you as you look down, hoping to not regret what you’re about to do. “Richard?” He uses his other hand to tilt your head back up at him. “Yes love?” He responds.

“Do you remember when he said that last time he checked you weren’t my boyfriend?” You ask, his face going into a slight look of confusion. “Yeah, why do you mention?” He furrows his eyebrows. “Well, I-“ you stutter out.

“I want you to be” you finally say. ”I didn’t know if I’d ever be ready for another relationship after that, but you, I love you. And I’m not just saying this because I’m confused or in an emotional time period, I’ve always loved you.” To which he chuckles.

“If it isn’t obvious by now how much I like you I don’t think it ever will be. You think I’ll watch myself in those tight, may I add very tight, pants for anyone? I feel the pain again just looking at them. You, you are so special to me. I was waiting for the day for you guys to break up so I maybe had some sort of a chance with you.” He explains, his blue eyes never leaving yours as he grazes his thumb over your hand, which is still held in his.

“Some sort?” You smile at him and his response. “You can have me any day you want Richard, I didn’t think I’d have the chance with you” You tell him. “Well it’s clear you do, so I guess what I’m trying to say out of all of this is I love you too.” He takes your hand out from under the blanket and places a kiss to the top of it. “Does this mean?” You smile as your face blushes at you wait for him to answer.

“Yes, I’d be honored to be able to call myself your boyfriend. And unlike him, I’ll protect you with my life. The only thing that will ever hurt you now is your stomach, because we have another tub of us cream and a lot more movies to watch after we finish this one” making both of you giggle as he places a kiss to your cheek before you settle back down to watch the rest of the Cinderella movie.

You began slowly falling asleep as you lay on his chest inhaling his scent, but not even to have you out, just the right amount where you’re groggy. You finish the movie and sleepily smile at him as he runs his hand up and down your back, waking you up more to let you know it’s over.

“You being my boyfriend now, does this also mean you’ll be my prince?” you whisper at him with a lit up smile. “Forever and always my dear” he whispers back before passionately kissing you for the first time, the way a true boyfriend would.