#matthew casey imagines

[chloe-skywalker]

It's A Girl - Matt Casey

Matt x reader

Kelly x friend reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 420

Requested: Something about Matt Casey and his wife expecting there first child, a baby girl. -@Anon

Summary: There’s a certain someone that really wants to know the gender of Y/n and Matts baby. Can you guess who it is?

Masterlist

One Chicago

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“I can’t wait to get this baby out.” Y/n said as she walked over to sit on the couch from the kitchen. It was nice to have her husband and their bestfriend home after a long week.

“You done y/n/n?” Kelly asked amused at his pregnant friend. He did feel bad for her, the pregnancy hadn’t been an easy one.

“Yes, Severide. I am.” Y/n narrowed her eyes playfully at the salt n pepper haired man sitting across from her.

“Are you still coming over to help set up the nursery after shift tuesday?” Matt asked coming into the living room, handing Severide a beer before sitting down next to y/n.

“Yeah. of course I want to help set up my nephew or . . . Niece’s room.” Kelly smiled, hinting obviously at the certain information he has yet to be told. Kelly has been the most excited besides Y/n and Matt for the baby to come and he’s been trying to get the gender out of them since he knew the couple found out.

Y/n laughed at his antics, before turning her head to face Matt. “Come on Matt, I think he deserves to know. He is an uncle and Godfather right.”

Matt smiled nodding, giddy about finally letting his best friend know the gender of his baby. “Okay, okay. Let me go get the thing.”

“Thing?” he asked with confusion all over his face as he looked at Y/n since Matt left the room.

“Yes, thing. We planned a way to tell you.” Y/n smiled, also excited for Kelly to know the gender of their baby. Matt and her both knew Kelly was going to be very included in their child's life.

Matt came back into the room with a small gift bag with tissue paper coming out the top. Once he handed Kelly the bag he sat back down next to his wife, both smiling at the Squad Captain as he stared at the bag in his hands. “Go on, open it.”

With the encouragement Kelly did as told excitedly digging into the bag. “No!” he looked up towards the couple across from him with pure excitement lit up in his eyes. “Are you kidding?!”

Y/n nodded with watery eyes, loving his reaction. “We’re having a baby girl.”

The rest of the night was filled with so much happiness from all 3 of them. And Kelly knew Stella was gonna be so pissed she didn’t end up coming that night.

Taglist: @padawancat97

[halstudandruz]

Thigh or Nothing

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Months after your breakup Matt loses his cool

Warnings: smut (18+), thigh riding, jealous!Matt, edging, swearing

A/N: Continuing to live in my happy world where all my boys are alive and still in Chicago 🫶

“I’m sorry, [Y/N]. We did all we could.” Connor broke the news to you and you could almost feel your heart breaking into two.

“Thanks Connor. I know you did.” You sighed, he gave you a sympathetic nod, picking three beer bottles up and heading back towards his table.

It was the cherry on top of your week. Which was without question the worst since you had become a paramedic 6 years prior. You shouldn’t have asked, you're not supposed to ask and how you felt right this second made the reason clear. Like your entire job was a waste. Which deep down obviously wasn’t true. The lives you saved had outweighed the lives lost, but that fact didn’t always matter. Not when you gave your blood, sweat, and tears to save a child who they would only end up losing on the table hours later. The less you knew of the outcome the better, you could at least pretend they all had a happy ending then. You were glad your partner hadn’t come out tonight. At least then she could live in the dark of the truth, one that you would never tell her. Swallowing the lump in your throat you gestured for Stella who was filling a glass with beer. She handed the beverage to a man at the other end of the bar making her way towards you.

“Can I get a shot? Surprise me, something strong.” You requested just as a body slid into the chair next to you. The only seat still available at the bar. Glancing to your left your stomach only tightened.

“Hey.” Your ex boyfriend gave you a genuine smile hanging his coat on the back of the stool.

“Well if it isn’t Matthew Casey.” The blonde to his left interrupted before you could answer. His attention quickly turned to a girl you recognized from the State Attorney’s office. How you didn’t realize she was sitting there before was beyond you. You had loathed her from the moment she tried to entice Matt into getting a drink when you were out of town after him and Severide had helped them with a case.

“Kaylee, hey how are you?” Matt greeted, and you could see the minute she turned her charm on, turning her body to face him, chest popping out slightly, eyelashes fluttering, and a soft smirk appearing on her lips. You would venture a guess that she had heard about your breakup somehow, not that she cared if he was in a relationship before. Stella appeared back in front of you.

“Yeah, make that two.” You sighed downing the tequila.

“[Y/N].” Stella warned glancing over to Matt and Kaylee who were now laughing. She was your best friend which meant she was also in charge of nixing your bad decisions when it was warranted.

“Just one more.” You looked at her pleading, she knew what a rough week it had been and you knew she was looking out for you but right now you didn’t care. She shook her head grabbing a bottle to fill the shot glass in front of you. “Thank you.” You nodded after feeling the burn down your throat a second time. You could feel Matt’s side eye and chose to ignore it for the better.

Thirty minutes later the shots were beginning to buzz in your bones only furthering your irritation when you watched Kaylee lean whispering into Matt’s ear.

“Hey.” A voice over your shoulder caused you to jump.

“What’s up?” You forced a smile at Severide. You and Severide had become close friends throughout the years mostly due to the grief of losing your partner and his best friend, sticking by each other’s sides through the thick of it, always having him nearby was a comfort.

“Just wanted to check in on you.” He sat down in the seat beside you that had been vacated 10 minutes ago. The one you were about to move to hoping it would lessen your ability of hearing Kaylee’s dare you say pathetic flirting.

“Yeah, I’m good!” You nodded, high pitched voice a little excessive. Were you coping super well? Not exactly. Trying to dissociate tragedies was supposed to come natural to you, just like everyone else in the firehouse and normally you could maybe, but Chicago seemed to implode this week and despite all your best efforts you were fighting a losing battle on almost all occasions. That’s the reason you asked Connor about the little boy from this morning expecting a good report and your spirits to be raised only to be shocked at the truth.

“Mhmm,” he raised an eyebrow glancing over your shoulder at his best friend’s back, “I’m sure that’s true.”

“It’s just like.. does he have to do it right here.” You rolled your eyes, whispering to Kelly, for no good reason since Matt was clearly so enthralled in conversation he wouldn’t have heard you anyway.

“Payback is a bitch, [Y/L/N].” Kelly chuckled, eliciting confusion to appear on your face.

“What does that even mean?” You tried to take a drink before realizing your glass had nothing but ice left, “Gallo,” you summed the dark haired man over holding your drink up.

“You know, [Y/N], I get off early tonight.” Gallo filled your glass wiggling his eyebrows which earned a laugh from Severide. Blake was cute, adorable actually. The kind of guy that would fall at a woman’s feet, make her wonder why she ever spent her life with any other loser. Not someone you wasted a quick hookup on, and right now that’s all you wanted.

“Yeah buddy, see how well that plays out for you.” Severide wore a smug grin, which annoyed you just because he was skilled at getting girls in bed with him didn’t mean he could make fun of the poor kid.

“Ritter gonna be out tonight? Cause I tend to get loud.” You lowered your voice head cocking to the side, a flirty grin appearing on your face, instantly causing redness to form around Blake’s cheeks as he slid the newly filled glass towards you.

“God knows that’s the truth.” Severide huffed, taking a drink of his beer, and your head whipped to him, a scowl appearing.

“Oh fuck you, I had to deal with your hookups on god knows what surfaces for practically a year straight so hush,” You shoved him, you and Matt hadn’t exactly lived together, but you might as well have. You stayed with him practically every night off and since Severide was his roommate he may have been unfortunate enough to be subjected to your pleasure induced sounds every once in a while. “And don’t act like you didn’t like it.” You teased.

Gallo coughed around the drink of water he had just taken, obviously taken back.

You had considered continuing the charade until you heard Kaylee ask Matt if his place was close. Stomach clenching at the words you moved quickly to take a drink, too quickly apparently as the drink ended up in Matt’s lap instead of in your mouth.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” Heat immediately surfaced on your face. You truly didn’t mean to knock your full glass into Matt’s lap. The adrenaline from your jealousy mixed with everything else that week had you completely flustered and the cup slipped right out of your hand, but you knew from the outside looking in it would never look that way.

You could hear Kaylee scoff, looking up to see her roll her eyes dramatically. “Matt I didn’t-“ You flushed taking a single napkin trying and failing to help the mess at all.

“[Y/N], it’s fine. I just..I’ll be back.” He waved you off, stepping towards the bathroom.

“That was convenient.” Kaylee commented harshly, taking a sip of her martini.

“Believe me you don’t want to go there tod-“ You began to stand up, but beside you Kelly squeezed your knee keeping you put.

“Hey, it's not worth it. Trust me.” He encouraged, prompting you to shut up. Was it a good idea to get into a cat fight with an attorney? Probably not, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t tempting.

“Yeah, thanks. I’m going to go check on Casey.” You patted him on the shoulder heading towards the bathroom, throwing the blonde a glare.

“Matt?” You knocked on the door as a warning before pushing it open. The hand dryer on the wall was loudly whirring as he stood underneath it, the handle pointed at his crotch as best as it could be.

“I’m not mad,” he started the minute you appeared in front of the door, “I know you’ve had a rough week and don’t like her and you have every right not to, but-“ at his words your jaw almost dropped to the ground cutting him off.

“You’re not actually implying I did that on purpose.” You scoffed in disbelief, he knew you better than that.

“What am I supposed to think? It was pretty convenient timing, and I watched you down two shots the moment she started talking to me.” He laid his line of thinking out, and it was fair. Did you love seeing Kaylee flirt with him? Not for a single second. Were you trying to get trashed tonight? Absolutely. But regardless you would never do that to him.

“Fuck you, Matt. We both know we do what we need to in order to get through some weeks and sometimes that includes alcohol.” You defended, your face was beginning to heat up in anger at the accusation escalating. Not to mention you were far from drunk.

“Does that include hooking up with your superiors?” He quipped, making your heart drop at the realization he knew what the last few months held for you after your split.

“How do you know about that?” Panic took hold of your chest. Nobody was supposed to know, it could be really bad for both of you if anyone had found out about you and Hawkins.

“I have my sources.” He blew you off, once again hitting the hand dryer on the wall aiming his other thigh at it now. You weren’t dumb you knew exactly who his sources were, and Stella was gonna get an ear full later. She should know full well that anything that goes into her boyfriend’s ears will undoubtedly be in his best friend’s soon after. You and Kelly might’ve been close but he had an obvious loyalty to his partner in crime, “I’m just saying I haven’t felt the need to cause drama anytime you’ve left with Evan or your pick of the night.” His voice was raised even as the dryer dwindled to a stop.

“So, you’re slut shaming me now then? Is that what we’re doing?” You crossed your arms against your chest getting defensive

“Oh, come on [Y/N]. You know I’d never do that. Have all the sex you want, with whoever you want. It’s none of my business. I’d just request that you don’t let your ego cockblock me next time I’m trying to do the same.” He bit back. You knew he was right. He would never actually slut shame you and the accusation was a low blow, but the alcohol was causing annoyance to course throughout your body. Only heightened the second you watched him lean closer to the attorney.

“My ego? Really?” You laughed, humorously.

“Yes, your ego. You were jealous. Go ahead and admit it,” he encouraged and you rolled your eyes refusing to do as he asked, “you think I like watching you leave here with guys wrapped around your finger? I don’t at all, but at least I can admit it.” He took a paper towel from the dispenser. You had no idea why he was furiously dabbing at the mess, it was pretty clear the wreckage was cleaned as much as it possibly could be.

“This is ridiculous.” You huffed, the conversation was going absolutely nowhere. On a normal everyday basis you and Matt had been pretty good at putting your breakup on the back burner. Having to work with each other wasn’t always easy, but you both were handling it well with dignity and respect. Tonight, on the other hand, was different. Tempers were beginning to flare, and filters were flying out the window. All you were trying to do was offer him a genuine apology, but all you were getting in return was underhanded comments. “The only thing I came in here to do was take responsibility and apologize for an accident. I don’t know what your problem is.” You did not foresee this turning into a fight when you got up.

“You are!” He exclaimed, jaw tightening.

“Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?” Your emotions were beginning to boil. This made sense though. Your split was pretty amicable. Too afraid to say something and regret it later. Only having to face it every other day for the rest of your life, but maybe you were being too cautious. Maybe things needed to be said. Maybe mistakes needed to be made.

“You are,” he reiterated, stepping closer to you finally lowering his voice, “do you know how goddamn hard it’s been to see you leave here every week with a different guy? To hear that you’re fucking Hawkins when you’re all that’s still on my mind?” His voice was quivering and it took you a minute to adjust to the sudden change in tension. Surprised at his admission. You had never seen Matt like this. Even when you were together if someone had hit on you or overstepped their bounds he would kindly and calmly inform them that you were taken. Just as you would expect Matt Casey to. But this was something else. Months of built up jealousy, unable to do or say anything about it apparently taking a toll. His hand was gripping the sink so hard his knuckles were pure white, an anguished look in his eyes as he thought about it, and it was undeniably sexy. “I know that I have no right, but good lord, [Y/N]. It is slowly kill-“ You couldn’t even allow him to say another word. You were certain if you didn’t get your hands on him within the second you were going to burst into flames, gripping his face tightly, quickly molding his lips to yours. The rhythm was quick to find, familiarity not too far gone.

It didn't take Matt very long to take advantage of the kiss, pushing you back a few steps against the nearest wall, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Your hand found its way to the hair at the back of his neck threading your fingers through it. It was intense, fire quickly spreading through your body, slotting your hips against his leg, hips moving in desperation.

“Look at you, so fucking desperate. Like you haven’t been fucked right in months.” Matt’s hand rested on your ass encouraging the movement, lips moving down your neck.

It was true. Right after you and Matt had broken up you began frequenting bars, joining hookup apps, going home with a different guy multiple times a week. The problem was nobody matched up to him. There were some decent ones and some really sucky ones too, only concerned about how fast they could get there, skipping foreplay almost entirely, but no matter what without fail it always ended with you craving your ex. The only one to even slightly quench your thirst was your boss, Evan Hawkins so an occasional hookup may or may not have happened. What Matt clearly didn’t know is the agreement you two had, had recently come to an end after learning of a friend’s interest in the Chief. Leading to those hookups to become extinct over a month ago. So, whatever he was offering you were willing to take it without hesitation.

His teeth nipping at your collarbone only furthered your need allowing him to push you down harder on his leg. Leaning closer into him you took ahold of his hand that was gripping your hip trying to move it under your skirt.

“Uh uh uh,” He resisted, “it’s my thigh or nothing, baby.” He wore a cocky smirk, only growing the second you whined a quiet,

“Matt.” A defeated, pleading look appearing in your eyes. While his attitude was angering you slightly, only wanting to reach a high right this second, and you had no doubt his fingers could do exactly that, you couldn't deny how hot this was and how his ultimatum only furthered the wetness building between your legs.

“Show me how bad you need it, princess, but try not to be too loud there is an entire bar of our coworkers 50 feet away.” His thigh tightened as if he was wanting you to go against his warning, a strangled moan on the tip of your tongue, body getting as close to you as he possibly could so his smell engulfed you, a smell you missed having wrapped around you more than you thought.

You whimpered into his neck pushing your hips down harder, and you could feel him steadily growing against your hip. “You’re so beautiful you know that?” He complimented both hands moving to your ass encouraging you to speed up your movements, the friction from the denim winding a coil in your stomach. Your fingers clawed at his biceps looking for as much contact as possible. Head falling back against the wall, your eyes closing tightly, your breathing was starting to speed up shakily with every grind of your hips.

“Matt, I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if it’s enough.” You admitted, the knot growing but only torturing you as you continued to rut against his leg, needy whimpers spilling from your mouth.

“Yes, you can. I know you can. You want me so bad? Make a mess on me first. Be a good girl.” Matt encouraged flexing the muscle in his thigh once again, dragging his teeth down the side of your throat stopping to bite behind your ear, one hand coming up to tweak your hardened nipple over your top and you finally snapped, a breathless moan falling from your lips as Matt helped work you through your high.

“Good thing you already fucked up my pants earlier or else I’d be pretty concerned about the mess you're leaving behind right now. Your panties are going to be ruined.” He wasn’t kidding, there was absolutely zero doubt he would have evidence of this encounter on his thigh if you stepped off right now. He was however wrong about one thing.

“Not wearing any.” You shrugged, letting your leg fall shakily from Matt’s hip.

“For fucks sake.” He groaned pupils flashing even darker, roughly gripping the back of your neck and pulling your lips back to his for a sloppy kiss.

“Yours? It’s closer.” You mumbled into his neck after pulling away to get a breath, biting it playfully. Nodding he stepped back to pull his phone out of his pocket to reserve an Uber and unsurprisingly there was indeed a dark spot staining his jeans, but all you were focused on was the bulge to the right of it, mouth watering contemplating dropping to your knees right there, missing the weight of his cock on your tongue, when he grabbed your hand.

“We’ll go out the back.” He gave you a quick kiss, opening the door to check for anyone before sneaking through the kitchen out into the cold, a car pulling up to the curb just as you made it around the building.

The minute you were in the Uber your mouth was back on his.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’m gonna need an address confirmation before you suck all the air outta his lungs, honey.” A nice older woman, joked from the driver's seat. Blushing you mumbled an apology putting some space between you two. Matt chuckled in amusement, confirming the address on the screen.

“Probably get a lot of this, this time of night huh?” Matt began a conversation hand resting teasingly high on your thigh.

“Absolutely, but I don’t mind. It’s nice to see young people having fun. It’s cliche but you really do only live once and y’all are in your prime years. They go faster than you think. So, as long as everyone is being safe and aren’t actually doing anything disrespectful in my backseat I don’t mind.” She smiled, kindly. The conversation continued for the remaining 5 minutes until she pulled in front of Matt’s apartment building. “Have a good night you two. Be safe.” She winked. Giggling you got out thanking her, approving of Matt’s 5 star review and generous tip once you made it in the elevator. Your hand was clasped in his, thighs involuntarily rubbing together at the tension, having to behave with all your might thanks to the elderly couple who accompanied you.

As soon as the door to his apartment was closed and your shoes were discarded his mouth was back on yours, stealing your breath at the need he conveyed. Untucking your top from the skirt it was discarded on the hardwood, tapping your thighs you took the hint allowing him to wrap your legs around him walking you to his bedroom. It had been the first time you had been back in the apartment since the breakup. Heart aching as your mind flashbacked to Matt swallowing harshly, blinking back his tears, in an attempt to put on a strong front as you walked out.

Luckily, you were quickly teleported back to the present once your back hit his bed, allowing him to pull his shirt off in one movement.

You would never not stare, never could not stare at a shirtless Matt Casey. You had made it a point not to be near him in the locker room recently because it just was not a power you possessed. Not sure how it was a power anyone could possess as your eyes raked over his broad chest, his forearms and hands causing your hips to wiggle slightly. He didn’t let you gaze long though, bending to attack your bare chest. Hand moving between your thighs to learn you weren’t lying earlier, a groan escaping him at the finding. His lips laid kisses all over your breasts, fingers moving to trail down your slit hips immediately jumping.

“So needy.” His free hand squeezed your hip forcing it down, just as he pressed a finger in slowly you let out a deep sigh. It wasn’t enough, you needed more immediately.

“More..” You requested as he curled his finger just right putting more pressure against your waist when your pelvis fought to jerk forward. Obliging, he added a second finger increasing the speed. Your body was begging you to work for it, wanting to rock your hips down to ride his hand but his strong hold was preventing it. A groan fell from your lips the minute his thumb met your clit rubbing soft circles.

“You wanna come on my fingers?” He whispered in your ear, biting it softly. You were breathing heavily, quickly nodding your head yes in response. Your walls clenching when he crooked his fingers once again, so damn close, when he pulled away from you.

“Matt, what the fuck?” You whimpered, squirming under his lustful gaze.

“I don’t think you’re ready yet.” He brushed you off, but the glint in his eye proved how much he enjoyed this and it was clear you were in for a long night, leaning forward he pulled your last piece of clothing down your legs roughly tugging you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles, ending on his knees between your legs, and it was a sight to behold. One of your favorites if you were being honest. You were taken back at the lack of teasing the minute Matt shoved his mouth into your pussy, tongue darting out to lick your clit, a wail echoing from your lips, “You taste so damn good, forever my favorite meal, baby.” He praised nipping the sides of your thighs when his finger circled your entrance once again filling you. You directed all your focus towards keeping quiet as the knot grew tighter with every movement, hoping if you didn’t give him any sign of how close you were you could trick him into letting you come, hands twisted tight in the sheets when he sucked your clit finger curling to hit your sweet spot, but at the last second he pulled away, ripping you back from the brink once again.

“Fuck!” You huffed, hand punching the sheets, Matt chuckled above you,

“You’re so cute thinking I don’t know your body like the back of my hand.” And okay while this sucked, cocky Matt was intoxicating.

He edged you three more times and you were so wound up you feared the second he got in you, you would burst. You were physically panting, tears covering the sheets under your head.

“Matt-please. I’ll fucking call Hawkins right now.” You bargained, and despite the jealously that flashed deeper on his face he grinned smugly.

“You think threatening me right now is a good idea?” His eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know! I just need something, anything please.” Your thighs squeezed together begging for friction. Your eyes traveled down the man’s body, hardness in his jeans more than evident and you reached out towards him, missing the feeling of him in your hand, getting to watch his face scrunch in pleasure with just a flick of your wrist, but he caught your hand.

“Tonight’s about you baby, and making you wonder why you’d ever want someone else to put their dick in you.” He winked, his words actually surprised you. He was never this territorial over you, but it lit an even bigger fire inside of you. “Tell me what you want.” He ordered hands resting against the edge of the bed.

“You, right now. Anyway you’ll give it to me.” You wasted no time in answering, batting your eyelashes.

Smiling he finally pulled his jeans and boxers down allowing the bulge in his pants room breathe, tip red and dripping, moving to hover on top of you, he teased his cock through your wetness appreciating the way your cheeks flushed, his pupils dark not allowing you much time to drool, “Condom?” He asked, seemingly forgetting until this point not used to having to use them with you since you were on birth control, “I’m sure Severide has some.” You could see the hurt in his eyes from having to ask, and it made your heart ache in turn, but you shook your head,

“I’ve made everyone else wear one.” You explained, hooking your legs around his hips and his relief was obvious.

“Ready?” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, a welcoming softness in a tension filled room.

“God, yes.” You wiggled your hips attempting to angle him in.

At the confirmation Matt thrusted deep into you pulling a gasp out of you at the roughness. You could vividly remember the first time Matt and you had sex. Gentle, intimate, loving after years of longing and avoiding the inevitable between you two. Completely different than right now. You wouldn’t be surprised if tomorrow you found marks from the Captain’s fingers around your hips pulling you towards him feverishly, everytime his dick thrusted forward into you, and it was exactly what you needed. It took a whole two seconds for you to fill the room with moans, allowing him to manhandle you from the start. He maneuvered your legs from his hips to his shoulders enabling him to go deeper, screaming when he thrusted his hips the perfect way, “Matt-oh my god,“ your body was tightening embarrassingly fast.

“Yeah, baby?” He gritted, and you were extremely impressed at how well he was keeping his composure tonight.

“You’re so fucking good.” You complimented through ragged breaths, eyes tightly shutting at the growing pressure.

“Go and fuck whoever you want, but you’re always gonna end up back here, baby. Cause nobody can fuck this pussy better than me, huh? Tell me I’m right baby girl, you don’t come until you do.” He bargained, pulling out so just the tip was in you, slowing down his thrusts. You didn’t want to give in, to give him the satisfaction regardless of it being the truth, but based on how he was acting tonight you really believed if you didn’t confirm his suspicions he wouldn’t let you come, and you just might actually die if that was the case. Literally whining, tears springing to your eyes, your feet dug into his shoulders in an attempt to make him go deeper. So fucking close, your muscles hurt from the strain of being so tightly wound time and time again, “Sweetheart, I can come just like this right now if you want me to. Be like every other guy you’ve been with recently. Is that what you want?” His tone was dripping in arrogance and his shallow thrusts were successfully torturing you. How this side of him could be completely infuriating but completely erotic at the same time was beyond your comprehension at the moment. You had never been so distraught, allowing your pride to go out the window without a second thought.

“Matt-�� you felt the tears starting to run down your face, “please. It’s you- it’s yours. Need you, always need you. Please let me come.” Your breathing was ragged, hips doing their best to entice him closer, pull him in on their own accord.

“Good girl.” He praised leaning down to kiss the tears away softly, “you’re so damn pretty.” He smiled genuinely, studying your features.

“Fuck me, Captain.” You smirked, although enjoying the snippet of fluff. Laughing, Casey returned to his previous position.

“Remember you asked for it.” He teased throwing you a wink before flipping you over on your stomach, ramming into you harder this time. The bunch of nerves you had felt plenty of times tonight already quickly returning full force, Matt was finally starting to lose his cool, grunts falling from his lips.

“Fuck, [Y/N].” Looking over your shoulder you could see his eyes were between your legs intently watching where you two met, a sight you wish you had the ability to see.

“Matt-“ a broken sob fell from your lips, “so close.” You were attempting to move your hips with his but the brutal pace he had set was hard to match. He wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you up against his chest. Pressing the fingers from his right hand against your clit, rubbing soft circles.

“Go ahead, gorgeous.” He encouraged into your ear kissing the back of your neck, seconds later your body practically convulsed finally letting go, back arching off into his chest, a loud moan echoing in the room. Matt having to hold you up completely as you worked through your high. He followed soon after filling you with warmth every time his dick twitched. A feeling you missed more than you’d like to admit.

You lay in silence after collapsing on the mattress, legs shaking, Casey’s head dug into your neck trying to resurrect his breath, heart beating rapidly against your back. The intensity finally dwindling, causing an unwelcome sob to break out of you at the sudden change of environment. Matt’s head shot up at the sound.

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong? I’m sorry, was it too much?” Matt’s body went rigid concern lighting his eyes, as he took your face between his hands.

“No, not at all. It was incredible. I’m sorry, I’m being ridiculous.” You tried to brush him off, a wet laugh coming out, attempting to get out from under him and off the bed.

“No, come here. Talk to me.” He repositioned you so you were now laying on top of him against his chest. Holding you tightly.

“It’s just…I’ve had the most terrible week. Truly awful and all I’ve wanted, all I’ve craved every single day was a Matthew Casey hug.” You sniffed, shaking your head embarrassingly. His arms tightened around you at your confession, dropping a kiss against your head, and the familiarity did exactly as you assumed it would, tension releasing from your body, relaxation taking over in its place.

“Baby, I’ll I’ve wanted to do this week is give you a hug. I’m right here. I’m always right here. No matter what, I’m yours, baby, and I will wait however long it takes for you to come back to me and realize that I’m the guy for you.” His hand was trailing soothingly up and down your back.

“I’m just scared, Matt.” You had never given him a true reason for leaving, claiming you just didn’t know if you felt right in a relationship at the time.

“Of what?” He asked.

“Having to watch you run into burning buildings has never been my favorite regardless of how good you look in bunker gear, but..after Otis it’s just been unbearable, and I just thought maybe if I broke it off it would get easier. It would just feel uneasy like with Kelly or Stella rather than crippling.” You explained, emotions getting the better of you as you thought back to losing Otis and having to watch Katie crumble.

Chloe had the same thoughts and luckily for Cruz she learned to accept it, but she also didn’t have to physically witness it. She didn’t have to worry every time Boden’s face ticked with concern when he didn’t like something. Didn’t have to count down the seconds waiting for him to reappear in the smoke when Boden pulled them. Didn’t have to beg your shaking hands to stay steady and focus on the patient when you heard an accidental pass alarm.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me this?” His voice was so calm, so full of sympathy.

“What were you gonna do, Matt?” He wasn’t going to stop being a firefighter and you’d never want him to.

“I don’t know.” He admitted, “Has it worked?” It was a question he didn’t want to ask, but one he needed an answer to.

“Far from it,” you shook your head swallowing more tears, “I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it, losing Otis, watching everyone fall apart maybe it’s something I need to talk to someone about, but regardless it’s just made me realize god forbid something did happen I’d be so pissed I didn’t spend everyday with you that I could. I love you with my entire being Matthew Casey, and I think it’s pretty clear that’ll never stop.” You finally looked up at him.

“This is the dick lust talking isn’t it?” He joked after a beat of silence allowing you to laugh, smacking him in the chest. “I promise I will do everything I can to always come out for you.” He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear closing his eyes to kiss you on the head.

“I think jealous Matt is my new favorite Matt.” You grinned eyes sparkling.

“Hawkins is just lucky his face is still intact.” He growled, only confirming your new opinion.

“I’m hungry.” You attempted to steer off the topic, accompanied by your stomach rumbling.

“We did put in quite a workout.” Matt joked kissing your cheek, “I can order some pizza let me just see if Severide is home.” He jumped up to put a pair of sweatpants on, throwing you a Chicago Fire sweatshirt of his basking in his scent overwhelming you.

“God bless him if he is.” You winced thinking back to his comment in the bar earlier. Throwing the piece of clothing on as Matt disappeared into the hallway.

Two minutes later the man in question appeared in your doorway, arms crossed against his chest, a cocky look on his face.

“You seriously need to learn these walls aren’t soundproof.” He quipped, forcing a blush on your cheeks.

“You know what? You had to have seen the trail of clothes when you got home you knew what you were getting into.” You defended, shrugging.

“I’m just kidding, I got home like two minutes ago. Figured I’d give you some time when neither of you happened to come back to the bar.” He laughed when you rolled your eyes, walking to sit on the bottom of the bed, “I’m sorry for telling him about Hawkins by the way. I was just trying to kick his ass into gear.”

“Alright, it’s ordered, 35 minutes.” Matt announced as he reappeared in the room, climbing back into his bed beside you pulling you into his side.

“Casey, your girl almost took down an attorney today. Who by the way wasn’t very happy when you never returned.”

It was a perfect end to a not so perfect week.

[hotchstead]

Distraction - Matt Casey | 18+

requested: yes

word count: 2,204

warnings: smut [unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, lowkey think some of it counts as a breeding kink? I don't actually know???]

a/n: ... jesus christ

Masterlist

[“You’re the worst type of distraction, you know?” ]

Matt was probably the most supportive boyfriend you had ever had. He’s had your back since your first day at 51. He wasn’t a lieutenant yet but he still had enough pull at the house that he was able to get some asshole off your back in the first hour.

And since then he’s been at your side. You were a paramedic, so it wasn’t like the crush that had grown between you two was against the rules. And you didn’t even get together for… a while. For lack of a better word. But once you guys were, it was the strongest bond anyone had seen.

Nothing but loyalty, trust and support. Especially now. You’d had enough of being a paramedic. Not knowing what happened to patients after you brought them in. Not being able to use the copious amount of medical knowledge you had in the field. All of it was so frustrating.

So you decided to go to actual medical school. Which was going well. No you weren’t the top of your class but you were pretty high in the ranks. Half of the younger students ignored the embarrassment they put on themselves to ask for your help, knowing that as a paramedic you must have known a fair amount of stuff.

Which you did. But that wasn’t without the excessive cramming you did in between shifts. Like right now. Matt had been asleep for a few hours by now, expecting you to join him by the time it hit midnight.

It was 2:30 in the morning now.

And even though you knew you should go to bed, you couldn’t. Not when you still didn’t know what the hell to look for on an MRI. “Baby, why are you still awake?” Matt’s groggy voice was followed by the scuffle of his feet across the floor, making their way down the hallway.

You glanced over at him, a pen tucked behind your ear and hair tied up loosely. It was neat before but strands were slowly falling out of it the more you tilted and turned your head. His voice made you jump slightly, eyes too focused on some highlighted words in your textbook.

“Huh?” He sat on the couch behind you, gesturing to the skewed papers. “Oh, studying. Go back to sleep,” You gave him a soft smile, feeling his arms go around your shoulders, pulling you towards him.

Matt placed a kiss to the top of your head, “Come to bed with me,” He muttered, his hands sliding down your arms to push a different pen from your hand, grabbing it in his. You laughed softly, feeling him kiss from your cheek to your jaw.

Lightly you hummed, giving way to him, “You are the worst type of distraction you know that?” You muttered, twisting your hand to hold his. Matt nodded faintly, leaning more to kiss your shoulder.

“I know, so let me distract you more, in bed, and you can pick this back up tomorrow. When you’re more rested, and relaxed,” He slid his other hand over your shoulder, squeezing softly. It was damn near impossible to say no to him. Actually, completely impossible.

Matt was addicting. His touch, his words. Everything. He always has been. The first kiss you ever had sparked something deep inside you and since then it was like you were insatiable when it came to him.

Being at work was hard enough to control yourself, and his office only went uninterrupted for so long before someone knocked on his door so quickies were nearly off the table. Nearly. But at home, and when he was lazily kissing at your neck like he was now?

How could you even imagine declining his sweet offer?

You shifted onto your knees, turning to face him, pressing your lips to his. Matt’s hands abandoned yours, instead swooping around your waist, gently holding onto you. “That a yes?” He questioned smugly, already knowing the answer. He was well aware of the pull he had over you.

It was balanced perfectly, your presence having the same effect on the lieutenant as he on you. You hummed softly, pushing yourself up and off the floor, not without leaning forward to give him another firm kiss.

Moments like this made you thankful he was the type to only sleep in pajama pants, his chest bare for you to run your hands over. “Mhm,” Now impatient, you grabbed his hand, pulling him up, feeling him bump into your back as he followed you back into your bedroom, textbook and studies at the back of your mind.

You turned back to him the second you heard the door click behind you, hands finding the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. Any sleepiness that was in his body when he woke up was now gone, completely replaced with you, your lips and your body.

“You can’t just,” You firmly kissed him, “Come out there,” Another kiss. “And distract me.” And another. Slipping words in between them. Matt’s hands on your hips pulling you closer.

He reciprocated each kiss, his tongue fighting to slip into your mouth each time, slowly he pulled away, not caring about the line of spit that connected your mouths. “Seems I can though, doesn’t it?” His cocky words driven by the horniness that was clouding his mind, the ever growing bulge in his pants pushing the sarcastic side out of him.

Usually you were able to wrangle him in, get things done but when he started talking back? That’s when you knew to just let him do his thing. Cause damn was he good at it. “Is that so Lieutenant Casey?” You ticked an eyebrow up, overly softly gazing up at the blonde man.

Matt nodded, your tone catching his breath, “Mhm,” He nudged you back, slowly getting you to the end of the bed. “Cause look where you are,” His lips pressed to the bottom of your neck, “With,” Matt nipped right below your ear, “Me.” His breath sent a chill down your spine.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side, letting the man kiss back down your neck. His hands slid up your sides, under your shirt and pulled it off. Matt turned you, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap.

Slowly your hands went over his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist. His arms wrapped around you, leaning up to catch your lips again, pulling you into a deep kiss. It was slow but heated, all of the lust and passion wrapped into each twist of your lips together.

Each brush of your tongue against his made him grow more and more, grinding his hips up into yours. “You can take my clothes off you know,” You muttered into the break he took to catch his breath. Matt’s eyes found yours, loosening the grip on you to lean back onto his palms.

“Or you can do it for me,” He mumbled, eyes dragging across your bare chest and the pajama pants you had put on hours ago. Your cheeks burned as you lifted from his lap, making a show of pushing them off, going to return to your spot when he held his hand out in expectancy.

You tilted your head slightly, Matt raising his eyebrows at the floral underwear you still wore. Oh. With a slight smirk you pulled them off, tossing them to the side, accepting Matt’s grasp as he brought you back towards him.

“That’s my baby girl,” He muttered, his hand going to your hair while his other gripped your hip, rocking up against you. Lightly you moaned, head leaning back as he did it again. His bulge rubbed right against your clit, making you pull your lip between your teeth.

Matt wanted you to beg. You knew that and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of it. So instead, you leaned forward, kissing along his collarbone. Aka his hot spot that always, always did the job in getting you what you want.

And it did. As you sucked a mark into the spot just above his collarbone he stood, his arms tightly around you before he gently placed you on the bed, standing back up to pull the rest of his clothes off. In seconds he was back over you, his hand on your cheek.

“You want me to get you ready or do you think you can handle it?” Matt asked softly, his other palm pressing over your chest sensibly, just lightly running his thumb over your nipple as he spoke. You couldn’t wait any longer than you already were so, even though you weren’t sure you could, you nodded.

“I can handle it,” You put a hand on the side of his neck, holding onto him as he nodded, slotting himself between your legs.

Even when you’d done this million times, the warmth of Matt’s skin always made you twist and turn, the anticipation of feeling him grew like a hot air balloon in your stomach. “Okay, tell me to stop if it hurts too much.” Even in his lust filled mindset his first thought was always you.

No matter what, Matt did what he could to make sure you were having as good of a time as he was. So his eyes trained on your face as he pushed in, soothingly running his thumb across your cheek as your face screwed up.

Matt wasn’t big by most means but he was big enough to stretch you out, sending a burning sensation through your thighs every time he entered you. The pain never lasted long, usually subsiding within the first few seconds. But that was also after he’d already fingered you.

This was probably the first time he went in without the foreplay and honestly, you might have regretted it a smidge but the second the pain subsided the doubt went out the window and a moan left your lips.

“You alright?” He asked softly, yet to move his hips.

“Mhm,” As soon as you nodded Matt pulled back, slowly rolling his hips back into you. Your eyes were still squeezed shut but as your body loosened, he continued to move. With Matt it was always, well, at least usually, sensual. He liked taking his time.

Liked moving that one way that had your toes curling as you tightened your legs around him. And this was no different. Strategically he thrust into you. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling them as close as he could get as he leaned down to kiss you.

His lips always felt amazing, even more so when he was deep in you and hitting every spot perfectly. It was like his kisses could coax an orgasm out of you the same way his tongue around your clit could.

Something about Matthew Casey was just so perfect that he molded perfectly to you every time, every night. Your hands grasping his face tightly pushed his movements to grow faster, losing himself in the heat of your body, wet skin slapping together roughly as each moan went right to where you two were connected.

“God I love you,” He muttered roughly into your ear before biting at your lobe, his eyes fluttering shut. Matt was trying his hardest not to cum yet, making sure you were first was also something he always did. Very gentlemanly, of course.

Your head went back as he spoke, your eyes darting across his blissed out face. “I love you,” All of your emotions managed to come out when you were together, and this was no different. The serotonin or dopamine or whatever it was that spilled into your brain was always met with Matt’s touch and love.

Matt’s hand slid between your legs, slowly rubbing at your clit the opposite of his thrusts, relishing in the way his name slid off your tongue at the newly added sensation. “I love you so much. My girl,” He spoke, knowing his loving words and tone always made your stomach pull into knots. “Gonna be with me forever, hm? Always with me. Gonna get married,” His fingers sped up slightly as you gazed up at him, eyes locking.

“Gonna have my babies. Have a family. Always going to be mine, huh princess?” His last couple of thrusts sent you overboard, eyes failing to stay on his as they squeezed shut, backing lifting off the bed as you saw stars.

Matt took the opportunity to wrap his other arm around you, fingers slowing until they stopped, allowing himself to focus on working you through your own high and finally releasing inside of you. His chest rose and fell quickly, gently pulling himself out and off of you as your hand trailed up his arm and to his face.

“You better make good on those promises.” You muttered, stroking a thumb across his face. Matt tilted his head slightly, mind clouded by his orgasm, all he could think about was you.

Softly he hummed and you smiled softly, keeping your eyes on him. “Marrying me.” He leaned down, catching your lips in his once more, slowly moving against them.

"I plan to."

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[rockingtheorange]

When you announce a rwrb sequel, this is who you hurt. If you even care 😔💔

[meraki-yao]

This is something I thought of suddenly: So when the Actors-on-Actors roster came out, I didn’t have that much of a problem with Taylor being paired up with Joey King. It was kinda odd to have two close friends who are now doing very different projects put together, but they were happy and watching Joey King fangirl over RWRB was fun.

But now that I think of it, it was such a missed opportunity not to put Taylor with Jonathan Bailey. 

(Gonna preface this by saying I know far less about Mr Bailey than Tay, I skimmed through Fellow Travelers, Bridgerton S2 is on my to-watch list, and as a fan of Wicked the Musical I have complicated feelings about the movie adaptation)

The thing that is so often brought up with RWRB is that it’s a queer rom-com, it’s a queer love story with a happy ending. The relationship itself does not need to be sacrificed. In fact the whole Kensington confrontation is proving exactly that: they are in a position and point in time where they don’t have to give up on their love and relationship for the sake of other aspects of their lives, they can “find a way to love each other on our own terms, no one else’s”. Many people, including the core four of the movie (Matthew, Casey, Taylor, Nick) have said that this is something that made this movie stand out from other queer productions, something that the world needs. 

Fellow Travellers is almost the exact opposite: it is exactly about the periodic queer struggles. It is about the lavender scare when any queer members of the US government were deemed national security risks, and were subsequently dismissed from their stations. It is about the AIDS epidemic that led to the devastation and discrimination of queer communities. It is about a closeted man who chooses to submit himself to a lavender marriage, but who also can’t let go of his one true love. If RWRB is the idealistic future that we’re trying to build, then fellow travellers depict the dirty, gritting, tragic reality of the past. 

And here’s the thing, as Matthew said, both types of queer stories are important, both kinds of queer stories need to be told. We need to acknowledge the bad parts of the past, as a reflection of society, as a reminder of history and the progress made, but we also need to imagine the wonders of a better future, as a target for society, as a vision for the progress to make. 

And it would have been so interesting to hear the conversation on this contrast between the main leads of two very different queer projects. 

Additionally, another thing they can compare is queer intimacy on screen, because again, the intimacy of the two projects are vastly different: RWRB made a deliberate point in creating a more gentle, vulnerable, and quiet intimacy in the Paris scene, with the focus being on the characters’ face; Fellow Travellers’ intimacy is far more explicit and wild, much sexier if you will. Again, both have their place in media and the queer community: sex can be wild and fun, but sex can also be sacred and soft. It would be really interesting to hear the similarities and differences between the two experiences, especially since Taylor has done more explicit stuff in Minx (in a heterosexual on-screen couple) and Jonathan has done more vulnerable intimacy in Bridgerton (also in a heterosexual on-screen couple)

There are just so many parallels and points that the two could have talked about! So although I’m still fairly okay satisfied with the Taylor Actors on Actors we got, this is such a missed opportunity to talk about the importance of different types of stories in the queer community.

[alittlefrenchtree]

Given the way he’s barely (not at all) holding back his smile when he talks about Henry changing taste and style thanks to new acquired freedom, i’m going to assume this answer isn’t based on Nick’s imagination but on real talks he already had with Matthew and Casey so it does logically confirms new look for Henry in the sequel and i couldn’t be more excited about it to be honest. Also, poor Alex, if you thought your husband was hot before that, oh boi you’re in for a freaking ride

[dandylion240]

Lynn found Casey sitting quietly outside by the pool. Taking a seat beside him she asked “what’s on your mind?”

Shaking his head Casey smiled at her “this house has so few good memories in it. I’m glad dad is selling it.”

“It’s been difficult for you hasn’t it? Going through everything for your dad. I’m glad he didn’t come though, he couldn’t have handled seeing the baby’s room. Even after the crime scene cleaners went through there were still stains …. ” She gasped putting a hand over her mouth “I’m sorry.”

Casey nodded “did we do the right thing in saving our dad? He seems so unhappy. I just …. ” he stopped, groping for the right words “I don’t know it’s like we have his ghost but we don’t have him.”

“Give him time,” Lynn hugged him close. “He’s still trying to process all the changes. It can’t be easy for him being tied to someone for the rest of his life that he doesn’t like or trust.” Casey looked at her with so much sadness that Lynn reached out and touched his face. Leaning close she kissed him gently on his lips “maybe moving to Lucky Palms will help him adjust to the changes without the constant reminders.”

“You’re right,” he said getting up from the lounge. “Let’s get the hell out of here. I never want to see this place ever again.” He took her hand and led her around the house instead of going through it. Getting to the car Casey loaded the few remaining boxes into the car. Most of the boxes were filled with pictures and mementos of special events. Everything else they left. Looking at the house sighing Casey mumbled “I wish we could burn it to the ground.”

Tugging on his hand Lynn led him to the car “let’s go before you do something stupid.”

Once they were in the car Casey asked “would you like to get something to eat?”

“I’d love too,” Lynn laughed “anything to keep from going home to our overstuffed little house.”

“I like the sound of that,” Casey said turning to look at her.

“The sound of what?” she asked avoiding eye contact.

“Our house,” Casey lifted her hand to his lips “we’ve had the most unconventional courtship of anyone I know.”

“It started with you asking me to marry you before we had even been on a date,” Lynn giggled.

“Then you almost left,” Casey added as they got out of the car at the restaurant.

“Don’t remind me,” Lynn said looking away from him.

“Don’t look so sad,” Casey said wanting to reassure her “with everything that has happened you never left my side. You could have left me a dozen times over but you stayed. You were my rock when I needed you most.”

“I love you,” Lynn said simply in way of explanation.

“I love you too. I don’t want to live my life without you by my side Ms Matthews.” Casey dropped to his knees “Will you marry me?” he asked as he held up a ring.

She looked at the ring shimmering in the sunlight. He smiled broadly as she gave him her hand to slip the ring on her finger. “I’ll marry you and follow you to the ends of the earth.” She leaped into his arms kissing him with all the joy she was feeling “I love you.”

That evening Casey approached William on the porch. His dad turned and smiled at him “congratulations.”

Giving him a curious look “for what?”

“You’re practically glowing,” William smiled “that usually means one of two things, your pregnant or you’ve  just got engaged. I’m guessing you asked Lynn to marry you and she said yes.”

“You would be right,” Casey grinned “we’ve had a crazy courtship but it feels right. I can’t imagine my life without her by my side.”

“I’m happy for you,” William said with a spark of genuine warmth in his voice. He leaned over and gave Casey a hug.

“You and the kids will come back for the wedding right?” Casey asked anxious to have his dad commit to coming back.

Nodding William smiled ” I wouldn’t miss my son’s wedding.”

“Did you ask him?” Lynn said coming over to join them on the porch.

“Ask me what?” William looked from one to the other.

Casey glanced over at Lynn shaking his head “I was just about ready too.”

Nodding Lynn took William’s hand as she asked “it would mean a lot to me if you would consent to give the bride away. Both my parents are gone now and I ….”

“I’d be honored,” William said sincerely giving her a hug. “Have you set a date yet?”

Casey shook his head “no we have a couple dates in mind but I’m waiting for a call back from Gene. I want to be sure my best man will be able to make the date we choose.”

William smiled at him “Gene’s your best man? I thought you might ask Robert now that he can be part of the family again.”

“I thought about it but Gene and I have really gotten close and he’s the one I want standing beside me while I take the plunge.” Casey looked at his watch frowning at how late it was “I expected Gene to have called me back already.”

“I’m sure he will,” William said trying to reassure him. He looked away hoping Casey would not see his rising anxiety.

“Is something wrong dad?” Casey asked.

“Oh I just have a lot on my mind with the pending court date,” William said evading the question.

Dismissing his concern Casey turned to Lynn “come on honey, let’s go tell Eddie.”

When Casey and Lynn went inside the house William walked out into the yard. He stood staring up into the night sky trying to calm the pounding of his heart. He hated this feeling and the sure knowledge that something terrible was about to happen or had already happened. He never knew for sure with all his kids scattered around Sim Nation. Sometimes he would have this terrible nagging feeling for days unable to pin it down to anything until after he received the call.

A noise to his right made him jump until he recognized Erik coming up beside him. “Something’s wrong I can feel your emotions are in turmoil.”

Stepping back William nodded “I have a feeling that something awful has happened to one of my kids.” Turning to look at the alien, unconcealed anger blazing from his simmering green eyes. “I hate knowing something is going to happen and being powerless to prevent it.”

Lifting a hand as if to reach out to comfort him, Erik let his had drop as terror flitted across Williams face. “I’m sorry for your pain. I wish I could take it from you. I would if I could.”

Laughing harshly William replied “I’m sure you would,” he said with a hint of sarcasm.

“Your pain is my pain,” Erik stated simply unable to fully express it properly.

“Why is it you can feel what I feel?” William asked “I can’t feel you at all.”

Shrugging “I don’t know. I’m guessing that it has to do with our biologies. Humans are not designed for this bonding process as my people are. We are in uncharted territory. I suspect the scientist suspected something like this could happen when they initiated added experiments to test your abilities. You are unique. None of your children have this ability, not even your son who was taken.”

“Humph,” William grunted looking away “how do I know this is not just another elaborate experiment.” He moved away from the alien mumbling to himself “If only these feelings came with instructions or at least a name, place and date then I could do something instead of biting my finger nails until it happens.” William stared off into the darkness.

Erik followed behind hoping he might be able to help calm William’s chaotic emotional state. He kept his distance sensing that Williams reluctance to have him close but there was acceptance of his presence as well. Erik stopped a short distance away observing Williams stature as he stared into the night. Erik hated knowing he caused this pain and his regret kept him tied to this human. Most bonded individuals could travel and be separated from each other for several years without any ill effects. In his case he became seriously ill the one time William left to go house hunting in Lucky Palms. He had tried to conceal it but Lynn had called William to come back. Being the type of person William is he came back almost immediately. That was when Erik realized the bond was more detrimental to him then to William. William might survive the loss if Erik should die. It was not something he liked to consider that should William decide to move without him he would surely shrivel up and die. It was not something he has shared with William, he did not want William to feel obligated to have him move with them.  He would accept whatever decision William made. “William?” Erik asked when he noticed William had moved further into the darkness and he had lost track of him.

“Over here,” William replied back.

Erik turned towards his voice and found William staring up into the night sky “Beautiful isn’t?”

Shrugging “I used to think so until I found out what lurked up there” William said “Sorry it’s hard to appreciate the beauty when I know what could happen. I do try not to dwell on it too much but sometimes I can’t help it.”

“I know,” Erik assured him “I do understand. The stars remind me of home and it hurts knowing I can never go home again.”

The pain in his voice had William looking at him perplexed “I’m sorry I had never considered how you might feel.”

“There was no reason for you to do so,” Erik told him. “What I remember of my home is no more than fantasy now. I only have memories and the hope that what I have done will solve their problem.”

“What makes you so sure that what you’ve done will work?” William asked needing to know that all the pain he endured wasn’t all for nothing.

“I’ve tried many different things in my travels through time This time line, these events were the only one that ended in success.” Looking at William “nothing is guaranteed. Time fluctuates and changes but I’m sure this will succeed. It has to. I will not be able to try again.”

“Because of me?” William asked

“Partially,” Erik replied. He turned and walked a short distance away. He sensed William follow him “I do not have it in me to try again. I’ve seen the suffering I’ve caused and I do not wish to continue. I realize now that the results do not always justify the means.”

“But someone else could take your place?” William asked jolted by the aliens confession.

“Perhaps but only if I trained them and they had my DNA,” he looked over at William to see if he caught his meaning.

“Bryan?” William asked heart beating painfully in his chest.

“Yes I could teach him everything I know but I will not. I will show him what he needs to know to accomplish his task to release the cure then I will destroy my ship.” Erik spoke with renewed determination.

“Thank you,” William mumbled. “I would not want my son burdened with this …. but he will have questions about who and what he is. Things I can’t answer. I did the best I could with Evelyn but I know there were things I couldn’t explain. As much as I dislike the idea of you coming with us to Lucky Palms, Bryan needs you. Hell all the kids like you and would miss you. God knows I could use the help.” William looked away then back at Erik “what I’m trying to say is you’re welcome to come with us if you want to.”

“Thank you my friend,” Erik sighed and smiled into the night sky.

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[rwrbmovie]

AwardsWatch: 'Red, White & Royal Blue' Director Matthew López and Author Casey McQuiston

In the aftermath of the resounding triumph of Amazon's 'Red, White & Royal Blue,' @landolakes1987 spoke with the film's director and screenwriter Matthew Lopez, alongside the book's author and co-screenwriter, Casey McQuiston. McQuiston, who revealed that the realization of their novel hitting the big screen remains surreal, emphasized the awe-inspiring fidelity of the adaptation to their imaginative vision.

Director Matthew Lopez candidly shared his immediate connection to McQuiston's work, expressing an irresistible impulse to bring their story to life on screen. With a heartfelt admission of "love at

first sight," Lopez's passion for the project shone through.Describing the journey from inception to collaboration as akin to capturing lightning in a bottle, McQuiston's sentiments echoed the profound impact of the LGBTQ+ project.

🔗 #emmys fyc

[onpurposeilovehimonpurpose]

An Incomplete List: Twenty

"What about me?" Henry says. "Christ, Alex. The whole bloody time."

They made sure to include this, even if they changed their ages and the specific event they met at; Matthew (and probably Casey too) made certain that we knew from the very beginning of their hooking up that Henry loved him all along. And he was fucking brave enough to tell Alex up front, and Alex was just as courageous to ask.

I love this so much. It's one of the things that truly came with their growth, by aging them up and them having even more experiences. Not that our Alex and Henry in the book, or anyone their age cannot love that deeply or begin a beautiful forever relationship at their ages, but this part in particular for me dug deeper than it did how it was set up in the book. They didn't just meet at a sporting event, they met at something that is an event that helps do good in the world. I really have always just loved that.

But I imagine the scene took place very similarly to how it did in the book, as Alex basically tells us as much, but older Henry had to have been even more scared of it, that after all that time, and with the grief from his father's battle with cancer and then death bleeding into his heart, to see Alex, to love him, the whole bloody time, it had to have been another level of jarring because he had to have started to think that he wouldn't ever feel the way he did about Alex, with anyone. Even if he desperately wanted to, as much as he was afraid of it.

Sorry, Henry, love. You have never been casual with Alex, and the fact that you thought, after admitting to wanting him for years, that you could be, you're just as dense as you are intelligent for that.

And Alex, you're no better. Being called out by Nora for your years-long obsession with Henry and your clearly blatant need to be dicked down by him. You may have only noticed your love for him at the DNC, but also, it took you a month after the damn Prince of England kissed you to even start to examine what it meant aloud. So, no pass for you, darling.

An Incomplete List: Things I love about HRH Prince Henry and FSOTUS Alex Claremont-Diaz #1 The fact that they love each other all along.

(yes, these are supposed to be posted on different days, but apparently tumblr has given up on my que schedule) :(

[seblaineaddict]

Happy 6 months of RWRB movie!

When Red, White, and Royal Blue came out back in 2019, I read it every day during my 90 minutes (each way!) Train commute to work, until it was finished. Every morning, I'd immerse myself in it, feeling cheated when I had to wait a few hours to read the next few chapters, and every night, I'd repeat the process. I loved it so much, in fact, that as soon as I'd completed it, I started it from the very beginning again.

I rarely do that. But when I do, it's always with books that clobber me over the head and deliver a sucker punch of emotions. Casey's incredible book and their unique style of writing were hugely impactful on my life and changed it in ways I couldn’t even have begun to imagine.

Fast forward to the movie announcement...Not gonna lie, I honestly vacillated between being so excited to a feeling of trepidation and dare I say it - deep dread... What if they ruined my new favourite book? What if the actors portraying Alex and Henry just didn’t fit for me? What if they changed it beyond all recognition and..I ended up hating it? We all know of at least one movie that started out life as a book, and was ruined beyond all repair when it hit the big screen. But then...on 11th August 2023, my Bestie @hrh-henrywales and I watched it together, and...all my doubts disappeared. It was just everything I'd been hoping for and so much more. Absolute perfection.

So thank you, Casey, for writing a book that has changed hundreds of thousands (dare I even say, millions?) of lives, and has helped so many LGBTQ+ people who previously felt marginalised and at times very lonely, to feel seen and appreciated, and celebrated for being exactly who and what they are. Thank you, Matthew, for vividly bringing to life Casey's wonderful story and, most importantly, keeping the essence of what makes Red, White, and Royal Blue so truly special and so uniquely ours.

And last, but by no means least, thank you, Taylor and Nick, for capturing our hearts and being our perfect Alex and Henry. We all love all four of you and the rest of the wonderful cast so much. Now...can we have our sequel? Pleaseee?

Music used is of course Oliver Sims' iconic Fruit - Red, White and Royal Blue version.

@hrh-henrywales

@acd-at-oxford

[idealuk]

A truly belaboured observational post about Red, White, And Royal Blue.

(Reposted with out ironic typos)

Do you know what I love about the differences between the book and the movie? The fact that Alex and Henry fucked in the book and dated in the movie. Now, don't get me wrong, they fall in love equally in both and have sex in both. What I mean to say is (pun unintentional) the novel uses sexual experiences to mark milestones in the deepening of their feelings for each other whereas the film implements relationship experiences to mark those same milestones. I just think that goes to show how brilliant Casey, Matthew, Ted, Taylor, and Nick all are at what they respectively do to highlight that distinction considering the constraints of a film's runtime limits vs. the imaginative freedom of writing your own novel.

I've been trying to put this in to words for months.

[hotchstead]

Begin Again • M. Casey

Requested: no Word count: 3.2k warnings: none?

A/n: this was originally something I wrote for an oc x evan Buckley that I never posted so thats why there's like actual names and back story stuff ..

Masterlist

You stood in your bedroom, digging around through your clothes for the right thing to wear. Was this a casual thing? Yes. Did you want to dress super casual? No. Because this was the first time in months that you were allowing yourself to have an ounce of happiness. Allowing yourself to go out there and let someone see the rawest form a girl could have.

The outfit you chose went perfectly with a pair of heels you had bought last year but never worn. Jeremy never let you. Not to a party, not even to a business meeting he had had. So really it was a mystery if they fit. Guess now was a good time to try them on… right?

Hesitantly, you slipped the shoes on, double checking yourself in the full length mirror behind your door. It was good. It was nice, didn’t scream business meeting or ‘hey let's ditch and have sex’, and considering you had work in only a couple hours and this was just coffee and pastries at a cafe, it felt perfect.

Your parents were out, their ritual was to have breakfast out at least twice a week. Today was one of the days so you were alone in your thoughts as you left the house. You plugged your phone into your car to play some music for the drive. Only fifteen minutes.

And those fifteen minutes were full of anxiety. Would Matt like your outfit? Like you on the side of things where you weren’t a firefighter? Your heart was racing but you shook your head. If it didn’t work out like that, you’d be friends. Regardless of status, you’d already interacted enough to stay friends if everything plummeted.

You had to keep reminding yourself that as you parked, all the spaces for the block were taken so you were a bit away when you finally got out. The cafe was around the corner and you fiddled with the hem of your shirt before starting the walk there. 

With every step you went over what you expected to happen. You thought you were a boring, unfunny mess so if anything Matt would probably get out of there earlier than expected, causing you to carry your half of the check and head to work licking your wounds. 

The bell above the door jingled, alerting anyone around of your presence and you spotted your date at a table in the middle of the room. He saw you almost instantly, how could he not? Everytime the bell rang from the front he turned in his seat to see if you were now coming his way. The first 7 times it wasn’t, but it was now.

Instantly, he stood, smiling widely while waving you over. You walked over to him, letting out a light breath before smiling back at him. It was impossible not to. “Hey,” He went in for a hug, wrapping his arms lightly around you before moving to pull the chair out for you. Something you were not used to one bit.

“Hi,” You smiled softly, sitting in the seat and watching as he moved to sit back down. He’d already had a cup of coffee on the table but that was it, it seems he was waiting for you to even have something to nibble on. “How’s your morning been?” You added, a lady coming over to get an order in for the two.

Once she left, Matt shrugged. “Can’t complain. Not gonna lie I was worried you weren’t going to show.” He offered right off the bat, causing Your eyebrows to raise. And here you were thinking that he wasn’t going to be all that excited to see her.

You hid a smile before shaking your head, “I’m not exactly a flaker.” 

“Thank god, imagine how embarrassing that’d be for me.” He joked, taking a sip of his extremely light coffee. 

You noticed the color of it and chuckled lightly. “How much cream is in that cup?”

“Probably about 50% of it.” He laughed and shook his head, “Nah, maybe like 4 of those little cups they give you. She gave me a weird look when I was putting them in too.” He sat back as your coffee was brought out along with two muffins. One chocolate chip, one blueberry. The chocolate one was Matt’s.

You reached over and grabbed three of the equal packets, swirling it into your coffee. “Dark and sweet.” Matt spoke, “Light and bitter, two sides of a coin.” He stated and you nodded. If it were Jeremy he would have rolled his eyes and told you not to waste the sugar in a drink where you can’t even taste it.

The thought of him made you shift in your seat, crossing your ankles loosely. Matt didn’t notice the slight change in demeanor so he leaned forward slightly. “Not to be the person that asks a million questions on a first date but this is a need to know, what music do you listen to? Because I listen to a mix of like rock and pop but I don’t think I can stand someone that listens to hard rap or something. No offense if you do but-”

“Matt,” You cut in with a laugh, shaking your head. “I don’t listen to hard rap. Or country really? Though there are some songs that I could scream at the top of my lungs. Mainly classic rock, my dad was a big metal head in his day and age. And of course hispanic music, being Cuban I couldn’t go any night in the summer without my neighbors blaring the music so loud that I’m positive you could hear it three blocks away.” You tended to ramble when it came to things you liked talking about.

Music was one of those topics. You could go on and on about the classic rock band Queen, or Fleetwood Mac to Celia Cruz. “Yeah? Around my neighborhood if the neighbors could hear your music then you were being an inconvenience.” Matt countered, looking at you with awe. “But I’m glad we got that covered, cause like I said, I’m peculiar about my music choices.”

“I feel like everyone is peculiar in their taste of something. Like for instance if you like mint chocolate chip ice cream I might have to just up and leave this table right now,” Now you were joking to an extent but the taste of that flavor ice cream made you want to gag.

By the look on Matt’s face, he was guilty of your charge, “Okay well this was nice,” you fake got up before shaking your head, “No I’m kidding but don’t ever ask me to have a bite.” 

He held up his right hand and nodded, “Swear.” A solid laugh came out of his mouth, catching you by surprise. Nobody ever thought you were funny. Any joke you tried to do was met with a blank face, maybe a pair of rolled eyes before the conversation continued.  

In response to Matt’s laugh a grin spread on your face, “What’s your favorite band? You said you like classic rock right?” You asked, picking off a piece of your muffin to eat. 

He didn’t answer right away, there was a clear sign of thought on his face. Thinking over his answer. “Hm, I like a lot of them, what a heavy question.” He mumbled with a light smile, looking down at his hands in a bout of concentration.

“Cause like, Queens iconic, so many good songs. But if I’m honest I really like The Animals. They have some really good songs. House of the Rising Sun is a classic.”

“No way, that’s been one of my favorites since I was little. I had a neighbor when I was a kid that only listened to like obscure bands and they were one of them. I have basically all of their albums in some form.” you rushed out excitedly, seeing the smile on Matt’s face widen as you spoke more.

The boy leaned forward happily, “You get it! God I don’t think I’ve ever met someone that actually likes their music or has it anywhere but Spotify.”

You two rambled about classic rock for the next twenty minutes, who the best Beatles member was, which Motley Crue song they listened to most. It was as if you two were catching up after not seeing each other for ages rather than a first date.

“You know,” Matt randomly spoke after a moment of silence for both of them to drink the coffees in front of them. “I never understood the people that call the sun a planet.” He finally took a bite of his muffin and it was giant. The entire top was basically off of it, that's how big of a bite it was.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as Matt ate it peacefully. “For example, I was out on this call once, and the guy was making a solar system diorama for his kid. But the sun was labeled a planet. Only noticed because he had somehow managed to get a skewer through his cheek, was going to leave that out but felt like you’d ask how I’d notice that little detail. Anyway I tried to correct him but he insisted he was right.”

He rolled his eyes. Finishing the top of his muffin while you were still picking at yours. Though you were a sucker for talking about music or things you were interested in, when it came to stuff you weren't knowledgeable on or didn’t like, you fell quiet. Shy even.

“I love space, I don’t really know much but it’s so beautiful. I’d love to visit like Mars, or maybe one that hasn’t been visited.” You offered, there wasn’t much you knew about space so you just offered up the closest thing that you did. It was beautiful.

He finished off his coffee before looking at her, “Same, but I’m staying away from venus. You know it's the hottest planet in the solar system? You’d think it’s mercury but nope, venus.” Matt spewed off a random fact, catching your attention more than he already did.

You flinched back as your face twisted in confusion, “Oh? Why?” You were interested in what he had to say, maybe it was the idea of still learning new things at 26 or maybe it was his excited expression as he thought over what he was gonna say briefly before talking. Whichever it was, he was ready to offer up any information.

“Mercury has almost no atmosphere, which is what would hold in the heat from the sun. Unlike Venus, which has a suuuuper thick and heavy atmosphere. Have you ever been in a real greenhouse?” Matt was talking with his hands the entire time, and you could pinpoint the excitement down his fingers.

“Uh…” You had to think, Rhode Island didn’t have many areas for stuff like that. “I don’t think I can say I have.” New York didn’t have any either, well, at least not that you knew of.

Matt scooched his seat closer, trying to keep his voice to where only the two of them could hear. “Well, Venus’ atmosphere makes it like a greenhouse, super hot and toxic. I’m talking ‘melt and erode you’ toxic.” He went on for a few minutes about the atmosphere and how Venus didn’t have enough water to bring co2 levels down and there was too much sulfur.

You simply sat with your legs crossed and listened. Hopefully some of the information would stick and you’d be able to tell your parents about the planets and everything else Matt was so happily rambling about.

Both of their drinks were gone by now and same went for their muffins. The last ten minutes had just been pointless conversation about whatever came up as a topic.

 “So why’d you become a firefighter?” You asked, finally landing on the reason the two had even met. And what a terrifying first day it was. Matt’s face twinged down, causing you to lean forward slightly. “Unless you don’t want to talk about it.” You offered.

It was ingrained in your mind to always make sure the other person being talked to was comfortable. “I do, I became a firefighter because I knew that helping people, and having a sort of reason to my life was what I needed.” He offered, his eyes going down to a random stain on the table. A spot of coffee that he had spilt earlier.

“From what I saw at that highrise, you’re doing good.” You offered. It was true, hearing how he (and Kelly) had handled both the girl and the injured man during that earthquake was amazing. 

He slightly nodded, seeming to get into his head for a moment or so, some sort of hidden demon in his mind grabbing a hold while he sat for a nice morning meal. “Anyway, what about you?” He was good at diverting, bringing the conversation to someone other than himself when it came to topics that he didn’t want to talk about.

It was something he had developed the skill for in his earlier 20’s. 

“Oh-, well, when I was younger my mom had really bad chest pains. So bad that she couldn’t even move to call 911. I was like, 12? Had never had something like that happen. She managed to get me to call them and they talked me through everything but being so vulnerable, so… open to the worst possible outcome, made me realize I want to help others the way that person at dispatch helped me.” The wrapped for the muffin was rolled and still being twisted between your fingers as you spoke.

It was hard then, your dad had been just out of town for some lawsuit, and your mom was so scared. Sarah was out with friends and Charlie was just a baby. Matt’s face fell soft, it seemed like a horrifying moment for anyone, especially a preteen. 

“I’m sorry. Did she end up being okay?” He tentatively asked, unsure of what else to really say, parents can be a touchy subject. Trust that he knew. When you nodded he let out a soft sigh of relief.

You placed the wrapper down gently, “Oh, yeah yeah, she made it. Everything was fine. Emphasis on was.” In an attempt to cut herself off from talking you dragged your eyes across the nearly spotless floors of the cafe.

Peaking at the strangers and how happy they seemed to be in their own social bubbles. When your eyes came back to Matt’s he had a look that came off like he wanted to know more, “I say was cause um, she has breast cancer now. Late stages. Don’t know if she’ll be able to get better but I’m okay, please, please, don’t give me that pity look.” It was one you didn’t know well in your own experience but had seen it enough around to point it out.

On Matt it was his eyebrows tugging down along with the corners of his lips. “I’m not trying to, but I just, I am sorry that sucks. A lot. We can change the subject. Like, dream vacation spot?” He threw on a happy aura that slowly but surely dragged you out by the hair.

“Hm, Venice probably. I want to ride on a gondola more than I want anything in this world. Maybe even more than be a firefighter.” You joked softly, earning another soft chuckle from the blonde across from you. 

He nodded, his smile still as bright as the north star, “That’s a solid choice. I have a lot of choices and that’s definitely up there.” Which wasn’t exactly a proper answer to the question but seeing as it was pretty much time for them to head out, you didn’t question it.

Both of your watches beeped: ten past nine. Meaning it was time to go. Matt stood first, tossing both of their trash away. Easily he pushed his chair in and offered his hand out to you for you to take, leading them out of the building.

“This is kind of good, both working the same, or similar in time shifts. Makes hanging out wayy easier.” Matt stated, squinting as you stepped back into the sun, your opposite hand going up to shield your eyes. He was right.

Dating as a first responder was hard. It isn’t easy for people that don’t get it. Same goes for doctors and such. Being with someone that has an odd schedule is difficult to adjust to. But other firefighters or paramedics could make it work.

As you walked down to your car, just chatting, you wanted to tell him a million things. How you felt more accepted in this short date than the entirety of your last relationship. Or that him just getting you was such a refreshing change from Jeremy.

And you almost did.

Almost.

“You know, around this time of year my sister and I would always, always, watch the Halloween Town movies? It was always her favorite.” He broke their silence just a few feet from your car. Bringing the brunette’s attention back to him at that very moment.

She stopped them at the car, him looking it over. 2017 black Elantra. “Those are all really good movies. My favorite is the… third? One? The high school one.” You countered, facing him. 

“Personally I love the original. A true classic.” He offered, leaning against the car like a cool guy in an early 2000’s rom com. “What other movies do you like? Childish or not.” It felt as if he didn’t want this date to end. Not that you did either.

You held onto your purse strap tightly as you thought, “Childish would be Disney’s Hercules. None would be this comedy I saw a few years ago, Without A Paddle. Super funny.”

“Never heard of it.” Matt’s words caused you to gasp. It was an amazing movie.

You shook your head quickly. “What? You have to. It has Matthew Lillard in it and he's amazing. So are the other guys, Dax Shepard and Seth Green.” You listed off, the movie being so ingrained in your mind that you could pretty much quote half of it right in that moment.

Matt shrugged, “I’m sorry,” Quick glance to his watch, “I love this conversation but I have to go… maybe we can watch that together sometime?” He asked, causing you to stop mid sentence, a blush falling over your cheeks.

A second date. So this one went well. You went all out of your usual comfort zone and it went well. “Yeah, yeah we should.” You replied and Matt once again nodded, waving and giving his goodbyes before walking the way you’d come, to find his own truck.

Once he was gone you grinned widely, getting into your car. 

Everything about today was different. The past eight months had been nothing but hell. Love had scorned you more times than you could count, Jeremy worse than others. But Matt felt different. In a world of black cats he was a golden retriever. It was… refreshing? 

That wasn’t exactly the word that you wanted to use but it’s what you felt. Everything felt better. Bigger. Comfier.

So on this beautiful Wednesday morning. you could feel it Beginning Again.

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[immisshope]

This year 2023 is one of my best ones yet 😍. HE has blessed me so much personally. And my love affair with books have been fiercely ignited once again, thanks to Red White & Royal Blue movie, the book, Nicholas & Taylor, Casey & Matthew ♥️🤍💙.

Have you ever seen someone that is sunshine in human form? That is Nick & Taylor!The moment I laid eyes on the chemistry of Nicholas & Taylor, I was defenceless against the spell of love being cast upon me. They’re amazing talents that have breathed life and colour into Alex & Henry is truly over the moon, they are destined to be our Alex & Henry.

I’ve never imagined that I would be insanely enamoured in love with them. I wonder how these two did not fall in love with each other with their wonderful chemistry, and how intimate this movie is. Aahh, they have one of the different types of love: perfect for each other, but friends.

I want to thank ♥️ Nicholas & Taylor for coming into my life and lightening up my days . They’re my forever, haha 😉. I’m being dramatic here, LOL, please bear with me.

On a serious note, I want to thank my fellow RWRB lovers here on Tumblr and IG for sharing with us all their amazing works. I love you guys 😘!

HAPPY NEW YEAR to all…

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Full-Cast Audiobook Imaginations

So with the sequel on the horizon, we’re not that far from a full-cast re-recording of the audiobook, right?

I listen to the audiobook more than I read the book, mostly because I can listen to it while doing other stuff, and no offence to the original narrator, but while it’s good, it’s not the best. I kind of cringe at his British accent for Henry.

So I have a lot of thoughts.

The thing is with an audiobook, we can get both the wonderful vocal performance of the movie cast, and the iconic book lines, the ones that didn’t, and frankly, could never have made it into the movie due to format restrictions:

Sexy explicit sex scenes

Sexy explicit sex lines “For fuck’s sake, man, you just had my dick in your mouth, you can kiss me good-night”, “I want you to fuck me”, “I’ve been thinking about your mouth on me all well”

Emails in their entirety

Email openings and endings “Huge Raging Heache Prince Henry of Who Cares”, “First Son of Shirking Responsibilities”, “Horrible Revolting Heir”, “First Son of Founding Father Sacrilege”, “Haplessly Romantic Heretic Prince Henry the Utterly Daft”

Email historical quotes “The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you”, “I meet you in every dream”

Swearing and explicit language “fucking shit” “I fucking love you, okay?”

Internal Struggle

Iconic lines that didn’t make it into the movie for adaptation and story purposes “I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you” “I love him on purpose”, “America, he is my choice”

Like, imagine hearing all of this in Taylor, in Nick, in Sarah and Uma and Ellie and Rachel and Thomas and Aneesh and Cfiton etc etc 's voice. Just imagine it!!!

Another thing to add is that to put it in simple terms, the current version of the audiobook does the dialogue lines closer to theatre acting: more enunciated, more inflection, and slower. Which is fine in its own right (I’m a theatre kid). But with the cast audiobook, hopefully, we can get them to do something closer to film acting, i.e. closer to reality, reading the lines as they would if they were to shoot those scenes.

Which is gonna make big moments like sexy times and confrontations a lot of fun :D

And something really entertaining to think about is now that we also know the cast and their dynamic is thinking about how much fun they would have while recording the book, especially when they have scenes together. And it’s not necessarily just Taynick, it’s group scenes with the whole Super Six, like the karaoke scene in chapter seven, or the Texas Holiday Scenes with Firstprince and Junora.

Like, Imagine it, the actors in the same recording studio, maybe even on the same couch:

Taylor and Nick laughing while reading off the insults from the earlier frienemies days of their relationship

Taylor and Nick squirming and playfully hitting each other when recording lines for sexy scenes like the first night, or the tack room, or Wimbledon

The cast shouting and booing (playfully) whenever someone messes up a line in their group scenes

The chaotic fun that is the LA karaoke scene, everybody’s laughing, Ellie gets to be the singular sober person while everyone else acts drunk, Nick singing Don’t Stop Me Now shittier (Nick has the voice of an angel but book Henry can’t sing for shit),

Taylor and Nick giving each other hugs after screaming at each other for the Kensington confrontation

Nick grinning smugly at every book height difference mention (:<

More of Taylor speaking Spanish!!!

Thomas gets to be a proper asshole villain who later turns into awkward older brother who's trying

Ellie gets to do the pie metaphor grief monologue  

Taylor gets to do another speech (he’s really good at delivering speeches)

 I want to quickly reiterate that I am in no way unhappy with what we got in the end for the movie; I love it to pieces. However, as Matthew and Casey said, there are two “canonical” versions of the story now, and since audiobooks are an option, it would be really nice to connect this aspect of the movie verse with the book verse in some sort of middle ground.

So yeah Audible? Amazon? Get on with it!!!

@almightaylor this was the long post I mentioned, I literally started this in July lol

[ace8space]

Happy 1 year anniversary to my favorite, not-so-new comfort movie, Red, White & Royal Blue.

Even though I wasn't in a bad place in life when I discovered the book (and therefore the movie) in November last year, Alex and Henry's story brought so much unexpected joy to my life. Now, I can't imagine my life without celebrating how far we as a fandom and a group of people in general have come.

Thank you Matthew, Sarah, Casey, Taylor, Nick, and everyone who contributed to making Casey's book come to life. Y'all have made so many people's, including mine, lives better. I can't express how grateful I am, though I am a writer (of sorts). ❤

[baura-bear]

currently writing a crutchie centric fic and just completely mashing together all versions of crutchie. I'm imagining Matthew Duckett + his backstory (trolley accident) but his name is charlie (not casey) and he's jewish