You didn’t want a boyfriend for the cutesy instagram aesthetic. You didn’t want a boyfriend for the sake of bragging to your friends. You didn’t want a boyfriend because you needed a distraction. You wanted a boyfriend because you wanted a companion. A friend. A lover. Someone to care for and someone who cared for you. This was part of the reason you broke up with your ex. He never seemed to consider your wishes for the relationship. You wanted to go out on adventures together and make memories together. You wanted him to take the initiative to start conversations with you sometimes. But he never did, so it was difficult. You found it was more of a struggle than a joy to date him, so that was the end of that.
Which led you to be here tonight, at a party, which you had no desire to be at. It was your best friend’s party, so you couldn’t let her down. But that didn’t change the fact that you would have rather been at home rewatching your favourite tv show for what had to have been the hundredth time.
“(Y/n) (Y/n) (Y/n)!” your best friend calls, and you can tell she’s already had a few to drink, “Why are you sitting here on your phone when there’s an entire room of people you could be dancing with?”
“Because I just–”
“No, no excuses. Come dance with me!”
And you can’t resist; mainly because she had grabbed a death lock hold on your hand and had pulled you to your feet. You decide to give up the fight and go along with her. The sooner you complied and just showed her you were having a good time, the sooner she’d let you leave.
Over the course of maybe twenty minutes, you felt yourself begin to loosen up with her on the neon-lit, too crowded dance floor. There were definitely many guys that your friend would have set you up with if she wasn’t so focused on dancing with you, thankfully. At one point, you noticed how much you had actually been dancing, just working up a sheen layer of sweat across your forehead.
“I’m gonna get a drink and some air,” you tell her over the music. And luckily, you had just about maxed her satisfaction of proving you were having a good time.
You wander over to the bar, where not a lot of other people are. In fact, there’s only three people spread across the ten bar stools. There is a couple seated beside one another looking maybe a little too comfy and you recognise one of them to be a mutual friend. Four empty spots down sits a man wearing dark jeans and a white shirt. A navy bomber jacket is thrown over the back of his seat and he’s slowly sipping on his drink as he scrolls on the lit-up screen of his phone.
You have to make a decision, and fast: do you sit closer to the couple showing off an uncomfortable amount of PDA or the man by himself who doesn’t seem to be bothering anyone? You settle for the man and walk over to grab a seat.
“This seat saved?” you inquire, just to make sure.
“No, not at all. Go for–” he looks up from his phone and your eyes meet in an intense gaze, a pair of steel blue eyes meeting your own.
Anon requested: “could you write for a female reader, a summer-themed enemies to lovers trope with richard madden? maybe the two met on rocketman and just didn’t get along, they fight all the time, their personalities clash, but it turns out they just have pent up tension, if you know what i mean. then something happens where they are stuck together, maybe not as cliche as sharing a hotel room but something else (working on another film together or a cast vacation), and they make up/realize their feelings for each other? smut would be great but not necessary lol. thank you in advance, i love your writing!”
WC: a whopping 12.4k… this is the longest fic i’ve ever written, i loved this concept so i just went oFF :0
Warnings: drinking, swearing, angst (fighting), enemies to lovers trope, smut (unprotected, in a house with other people)
A/N: I got this request after I had already started writing a getaway type fic with the rocketman cast, so I figured I’d just work the two together! this was approved by my dear friend @tonyspep !!! also, if you sense a lot of moments between reader and Jamie, that is because I’ve been deprived of content of that man and I love him so much so I just had to add some special little bits of Jamie here and there. hope you enjoy!
“C’mon, (Y/n),” Jamie jabbered, gently nudging you with an elbow, “it will be fun!”
“Being stuck in the same house with you four knuckleheads and being the only female for the next three days? It’s not exactly paradise, J,” you acknowledge with a laugh.
“Oh stop it,” Taron protested, looking at you through the rear view mirror of the car, “You know you love us,”
“I do! I love the three of you that are in this car at the moment!” you answer and Jamie, next to you, lets out a snort of laughter.
“(Y/n), you can’t let one thing ruin our weekend together,” Charlie pointed out, turning around to look at you from where he sat in the passenger seat of the car.
“It’s not just one thing, though, Charlie. It’s everything about him,” you explain dramatically.
You didn’t know what it was about Richard Madden, but he just got under your skin. Maybe it was his (not so) subtle cockiness and the way everyone just adored him. Maybe it was his piercing blue eyes and the way they shifted and rolled to the back of his head when accompanied by a scoff or a sarcastic comment. Every sneer, snide, sly remark he made. Every time he unknowingly flaunted how flawless he was. Anyway it happened, his existence just put you off. He was so seemingly perfect and it bothered you to no end.
And not to mention, he was extremely rude to you. He wasn’t like that with anyone else and you never understood why. You first thought it was shyness, giving him the benefit of the doubt, instead of stuck-up-ness. But you soon figured out that he wasn’t just shy. When you’d have to do scenes with him, they were your least favourite of all. And Taron and Jamie and Charlie all knew it.
“Well maybe,” Taron begins, turning the car down a driveway consumed by pine trees and the brush of a forest, “maybe this little trip will bring us all closer together. It’s the last time we’ll all be together for a while. That’s why Dex arranged all this for us,”
“You have a point, Taron,” you admit, sighing as you stare out the window of the car, “I’ll try to make the most of this weekend,”
“Good!” Taron and Charlie exclaim simultaneously.
“It won’t be as bad as you think. I promise, (Y/nn),” Jamie whispers with a click of his tongue and a friendly wink.
A/N: Credit to my friend @tonyspep for helping me with this idea!!! The single line that’s in bold and italics was literally all her!! She’s one of the greatest writers for Richard that I’ve seen, she reciprocates my obsession with dad!richard, sends me the most drool-worthy posts of him, and is overall just a great creator and person! So if you’re in need of some great writing for our dear Richard Madden, go take a look at her blog :) <3
Lauren Rose had her daddy wrapped impossibly tight around her little dainty finger and he was wound even tighter every moment they were together. Richard was a great father, but a total pushover when it came to his Rosie. She was his princess, and he was her Prince Charming, and whenever she was hurt or scared or sick or even just sad, he would drop anything and everything to make sure his little girl was a-okay. He loved her with every ounce of his being, and took the utmost pride and joy in her. He wanted to protect her from literally anything he could, and it was hard for him to deal with the fact that he wouldn’t be able to for long. So he took every moment as it came, and loved her every second.
“Rosie, let’s get ready for bed,” Richard calls gently from the doorway to her room.
“Okay, Daddy!” she says, dropping the pale blue plush elephant and fuzzy pink pig and running to hug her Dad round his legs.
The two make their way to the bathroom, where Richard gets her bathed, changed into pyjamas, and brushes her teeth.
“Look at you two sillies,” you laugh, peeking into the bathroom at your husband and 4 year old daughter.
Lauren is seated atop the counter of the bathroom and Richard has her curly brown locks tied at the top of her head in a loose loop. This is what you’d usually do while washing her face and brushing her teeth, so that her beautiful curls (which were identical to Richard’s) would stay out of the way. Tonight, the mop was wet from her bath, and it was quite possibly the cutest thing you’d ever seen.
“We’re ready for bed, aren’t we, Princess?” Richard asks.
She nods her head, smiling, then yawning. Richard ever so gently tugs out the scrunchie and her mop of waves falls perfectly in place around her face.
“C’mon, love,” he says, lifting her from the counter. Her tiny head falls on his shoulder and her heavy, blue eyes begin to flutter shut.
Summary: Your second child, a little boy, just had his 3rd birthday nearly a week ago. Richard was home from filming for the special occasion, meaning an extra set of hands for your extra troublesome little boy…
WC: 1.2k
“William Richard, don’t pinch your sister!”
“Will, please don’t play with your food,“
"William, get that out of your mouth!”
These were just a few of the endless things you constantly had to tell your 3 year old son.
William had always been a little on the mischievous side, no doubt taking after his father, but for the most part he was a relatively good child. And now it had just gotten worse as he got older.
Requested by@blahblahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhhhh: Hi love! I have a crossover request for chris Evans x reader and Richard Madden (or whatever combo you choose). The reader is a famous actress and engaged to Chris Evans, but she dated Richard in the past. They run into each other at a premiere. Richard notices that she’s engaged and gets jealous. He steals her away to talk to her and win her back. The reader is torn. It can also be the other way around (engaged to Richard but dated Chris). Author’s choice. TIA
warnings: like two swear words, mentions of past relationship, mentions of pregnancy/miscarriage, general angst, maybe a mention of an age gap? but it’s honestly more of just a plot point
a/n: WOW i never thought i’d get a request like this! two of my favourite guys! this might have more parts to it, but that depends on how you guys like it. anyways, thank you for this request and i hope whoever reads this enjoys it <3
“Babe, you almost ready?” you hear Chris call from the bedroom.
“Mm,” you mumble back, touching up your lipstick before peeking your head out of the bathroom door to find Chris standing in front of the dresser vanity mirror buckling a watch on his wrist.
You take a step out and lean against the door frame to catch a few seconds of a deeper glance at your incredible man. He looks unbelievably handsome in that stunning midnight blue suit and you ask yourself how it was that you got so lucky to be with him.
“Well don’t you look spiffy, Mr. Evans,” you say, taking a step into the bedroom and towards him.
Chris’ attention is brought to you in your sleek silk dress: black with the most subtle of floral patterns decorating it, with a lovely asymmetric neckline. You looked so good, and you knew it, too. A night like this called for the perfect dress, showcasing all your beauty in the most wonderful of ways.
“Oh my god,” Chris breathes, looking you up and down. He reaches his hand out to you and you take it and he slowly spins you around to get a full look.
“What do you think?” you wonder, a slight tease in your tone, but you’re also genuinely wondering what he’s thinking in the moment.
“I think you are simply breathtaking, Mrs. Evans,” he all but mutters, pulling you in by the grip he has on your hips.
“I’m not quite your Mrs. Evans yet,” you remind him gently, placing a kiss on his jawline before he’s bringing your face to his and kissing your lips.
“Two more months and you’re all mine, baby,” he says against your lips.
“Well, may I remind you, I’m already all yours, babe,” you pull away from him but his hands remain on your waist and yours on his face, your fingers sifting through his lush beard.
“Very good to know, but I mean officially. When the wait is finally over and that ring on your finger means you have my last name, and we stand up in front of everyone we love and make promises for our future together,” he says, and you can’t help the fluttering of the butterflies in your stomach.
“Mr. Evans, you sure do have a way with words,” you say softly against his lips.
