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audikatia · 17 days
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hello! i am very early in on reading transubstantiation (still in the first few chapters!) and it really just struck me how cleverly you've taken the coffee shop framing (which has its own loaded implications within the context of fanfic) and turned it on its head in introducing the string of perverse murders. i love that it's a genuine mystery with a confident sense of its own internal lore. i love how brittle your adam parrish is. i love how the setting is textured and grimy and brimming with secrets. you're awesome!
This has been sitting in my inbox for two months and I have thought about it every day with sheer excitement at such a nice comment and also mounting shame at how long it has taken me to respond lol
Thank you so much for sending this! I feel so often with fanfic and also published fiction that I can never really get what I truly want which is a combination of a compelling mystery and an engaging romantic pairing. There's either ROMANCE with a lil plot going on or there is MYSTERY and the couple sort of gets together at some point but it's ancillary at best. So I really wanted to be able to write my best approximation of what I want to read lol
And as for the coffee shop part, I really love the classic trope of "it's a cute small town where nothing bad ever happens EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE UNSOLVED MURDER" but I wanted the fanfic version of the small town setting which landed on a coffee shop
It means so much to me that you love my brittle Adam. "Brittle" is one of my main adjectives for his characterization that I refer back to when writing him to make sure I'm keeping him in line. One of my favorite lines in the books is about how Ronan recognizes the cracked lines all over Adam and I really wanted to reflect that in my own work, so thank you.
Really, thank you for this! I've been spending a stupid amount of time and energy on this and I always feel like people have forgotten about it since I don't have much time to write, so it's just really nice to get such thoughtful messages. Thank you!
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audisive · 2 months
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♪ SAD GIRL. pretty when you cry alternative
౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader
synopsis: another bad day calls for another solution. simon knows best, after all.
tags: smut, mentions of crying, comfort, self-indulgent, dumbification ??, dirty talk, a sprinkle of breeding, unedited filth
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      You're not entirely sure how you got here.
You know why; you'd been stressing your precious head off for the whole week. These past few days seem to be worse than the past ones that had you crying your eyes out in Simon's arms. University has taken its toll on you, and your work is anything but helpful. You don't even have time to cry now! At some point, you barely even had time to spend with your beloved boyfriend, so he took matters into his own capable hands.
Still, you don't know how. You try to remember, but it's hard to think when Simon's even harder dick is stretching out your – in his words – pretty little cunt once more. It's no use trying to work your brain, he claims, not when your shoulders are slumped, your head is leaning on him, and he's rubbing his thick cock against the walls of your pussy just right.
Really, you tried to deal with your stress in a more appropriate way, but you knew it was futile. You admitted defeat when you felt his hands slip from your waist to your hips, when his lips found your neck, when his cold fingers played with your clit and when he'd eased you down on his cock with praises and whispers.
It's just not your fault that he knows the right buttons to push, and he seems to love turning your brain off. What's going on in that brain 'f yours, lovie? C'mon, 'nough of that. Leave it all t'me. If he had it his way, he'd have you drop out of that awful university you always complain about. Please let him provide for you.
"Y'don' even have t' do anything, baby," he grunts in your ear lowly, hot breath hitting your skin. So you don't. You pant against him like a pathetic thing, but you're so far gone in the pleasure that you just can't bring yourself to be a little shy about your state of mind, or rather, the lack of it.
"Such a good fuckin'–" he moans out loud when you clench around him a little too hard without warning, "girl. That's m'girl, tha's it."
You moan his name back, the only thing you can think of. Whining when his thrusts become rougher and harder, he coos, "I know, I know. Almost there, baby, I got'cha."
His pants aren't even all the way down. Shameless bastard! He opted to slide them down his muscular thighs to let the noticeable bulge slip out of its enclosure. His hands have long since shoved themselves under your clothes, not bothering to take them off either. It makes you feel icky, desperate, and utterly pathetic, but the way his cold skin freezes the surface of your bare hips while he moves you up and down on his leaky cock is enough to take your mind off of it.
You're a bit too loud for your own liking, and Simon's dirty talk isn't helping. He laces the lewd sounds of your bedroom with his own groans and grunts that your neighbors are sure to hear and complain about. And when he finds that spot of yours, he pounds you into the mattress like your lives depend on it. You'll just have to ignore the weird looks and glares they give you when you step out of your house.
Oh, but what can you do? You're at his mercy; all you can bring yourself to do is whine and moan for him, but don't worry, he'll take it as a reward for taking such good care of his pretty baby. He's hell-bent on finding ways to comfort you. If he can't fix you with sweet pecks and warm cuddles, he'll fix you up real good with sloppy kisses and his leaky cock. :3 
You'll be a good girl and not complain when he cums in you, right?
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    divider by @cafekitsune !
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ink-the-artist · 10 months
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Workplace Divinity
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tangledinink · 5 months
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your art and design(s) of donnie has inspired me to give my donnie a long fluffy tail.
and like i headcanon donnie as trans, and i know that female turtles have little short tails but my excuse is that something just went a little weird with his mutation so he has a long tail. that also goes for the fluffy part of the tail, since turtles don't have fur whatsoever
sorry this was random I just wanted to say- also i LOVE YOUR ART!!! ITS SO PRETTY
hell yeah! long tail donnie supremacy!!! go off!!! chase your bliss!!! give him a long fluffy tail! my favorite way to 'justify' donnie's long tail (not that you need a justification) is a headcanon that I 1000% stole from @spectralsleuth that the mad dogz got more than just turtle/human DNA in there...
i mean, they're baron draxum's masterwork! unstoppable super soldiers! the answer to the prophecy! if you wanna make an incredible dish, you don't just use two ingredients, right? so i like to imagine it being, like, mostly turtle and lou jitsu dna, sure, but with, like... a dash of dna from a dozen or so other animals, too. just for good measure. you gotta season the dish, right?
it's fun because it just opens so many doors in my mind. oh, donnie's long tail? yeah, that's the water monitor dna. the way the gemini wag their tails? oh, there's some doberman in there. the sharp teeth? python genes making an appearance! they purr because of the trace amounts of wildcat heritage they have--
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presdestigatto · 12 days
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what about sainz to red bull?
a few reasons why it doesn’t look likely now:
1) redbull wants to wait as long as possible before signing their 2nd driver, mainly because it incentivises checo to do well. they’ve said they won’t discuss contracts until the summer break & it’s in carlos’ interests to sign as early as possible. he could wait, but that means that his chances of being seatless next season grows.
also! there’s no guarantee that he can keep up his current form over the season, particularly with the imola updates which are rumoured to make the car focused more on the front end—which favours charles. already (china) charles is qualifying and finishing above him. if charles goes back to beating him comfortably that makes his bargaining power smaller. right now fresh off the aus win is the best time for him actually
2) helmet marko has basically said they have no interest in matching audi’s offer for carlos
3) the redbull seat is the most 2nd driver seat in the whole of f1 😭 history says that’s not what carlos wants, though he could settle for it
but redbull may also not want him as a 2nd driver because he comes with a very messy entourage & has shown that he isn’t a good team player. he just attacked charles at the restart last week losing them position to russell. considering the circumstances at redbull now, it is decidedly in their best interests to not sign someone who may make max unhappy. can you imagine losing max verstappen because you signed carlos sainz?? (among other reasons ofc) plus their fathers have butted heads before in toro rosso. can’t imagine jos will be very happy to see sainz sr again
from redbull’s point of view, checo is currently a better option than carlos. he won’t challenge max, he brings in sponsors & viewership from a huge country (whereas spain already has alonso), he can get those 1-2s for the team. ‘checo will fall off’ so will carlos if we’re going by past trends (e.g. post-suzuka to AD in 2023) i think if checo keeps up his current form he’ll get an extension
he will also have a really terrible time at redbull. i’m afraid max will curbstomp him
there are negotiations but i doubt redbull are offering him terms he’ll be happy with (more than a year, assurances he won’t be sacrificed for max at times etc etc) if he does go there he’ll have to accept being second to max because if he tries as hard to beat max as he at beating charles right now—it would be very funny to me, but bad for the team (i don’t think he will be able to get close enough to max to do this but yk that’s also a very bad look for him)
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kikirahkikiaye · 11 days
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Mercedes being mid, RB downfall loading all this happening while Fred in the background coming up with Avengers masterplan for Ferrari dominance return to the sport properly.
At this rate, Fred might be replacing Pope if the actually wins a champions in coming years! 😭
lmfao anon, summoning the artists of tumblr because i NEED a tangible image of my beloved frederic as the pope, amen!
ok no but fr the only happy persons currently in the paddock are:
fred ofc
charlie because i know hes just a girl so hes also being delusional like the rest of us
hUUUUUULkenberg for obvious reasons (mans is getting his win in that audi trust)
hamilton because this is the last year hes got to put up w that car(cass)
silly season hath officially commenced!
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cinematicgf · 1 year
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WAIT I can’t get dbf!joel out of my head. He is literally taking over my mind and I CANT TAKE IT. so i was wondering if you could do face sitting with dbf!joel
also, i love your fics!! please keep writing 🫶
thank you so much doll<3
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Timing was almost too perfect, as you watched Joel’s truck pull up, the brooding yet fascinatingly charming man breathless hurrying to your front door. Your dad had left roughly half an hour ago for a shift, which meant that the two of you had more time than usual to fool around. And, although you had been seeing him for the better part of a few months, you still felt a build up of nervousness encasing your arousal as you swung open the door. Joel’s lips were on yours instantaneously, hungry and heavy, a “hey baby” whispered against your mouth, as he slipped a hand around your waist, guiding you to your bedroom. Figures. It shouldn't surprise you as much as it did that he knew the layout of your father, his best friends, house like the back of his hand. Sometimes you forgot the dynamic of the handsome older man and your family. Once the two of you hurriedly undressed each other, lips colliding with each piece of clothing removed, he dropped heavily onto your bed, head hitting the pillow, clearly exhausted by his elongated work week. You, joined him, propped up on one shaky elbow and Joel, laying with his eyes closed, as you raked your delicate fingers through his hair. It was beautiful, enjoying each other’s company. Almost too soon, however, his eyes shot open, starved and lust-filled, finding yours. “Come here, sweetheart.” He pulled on your hips until your knees framed his head, “I want you to ride my face, doll”
Nerves shot through your body, anticipation and arousal ever present at this new proposal, “But Joel… I’ve never—”
“Its okay baby, Ill teach you, just do what feel good, okay sugar”, a calming yet starved tone laced his voice.
“But, what if I—” He cut you off, licking a stripe up your cunt. Your mouth fell open with a silent moan as you clenched around nothing. “mmmm- Joel”
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart”, he murmured into your pussy. His exquisite mouth worked over your clit, kissing and suckling. Your desire grew with every sensation, his tongue working expertly at your hole, rolling up to your clit and back again, hairs of his stache providing further stimulation, as he wrapped his muscular arms around your thighs to bring you closer for a better taste. You filled his senses, your cunt heavy on his tongue and your whines a symphony to his ears. Heavenly. “Fuck, Joel”, the sensation is too much, as you begin to leak onto his chin, moving your hips slightly back and forth, teaching him how you wanted him to use you. Hips setting a pace for his intriguing tongue to fuck you, the coil of arousal in your stomach mastered your now forgotten anxieties. It was truly heaven. With every moan and whine, you could feel his mouth explore a different part of you, as if he were mapping out a journey, reaching parts no one else, not even yourself had discovered. “Ohhh fuck, Joel”, you could feel him smile against your clit, groaning into your pussy a delightful string of incomprehensible pet names and profanities, the vibrations adding an extra layer of pure stimulation. Your repeating wonton cries echo as you fall forward on shaky knees, gripping the headboard, your orgasm ripping free as a fresh wave of your sweet arousal drips into his patiently waiting mouth, running down his chin. You collapse down next to him, spent and thoroughly satisfied, a cocktail of his saliva and your juices coating your cunt, running down your thigh. You taste yourself on his tongue, a recipe for enticing lust, your arousal building once more.
“Holy fuck”, you whine into his mouth, “we gotta do that more often, baby”.
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saltymongoose · 1 year
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Deimos cant catch a break even when plush
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Omg- someone call CPS. 💀💀💀💀
In all seriousness though, Deimos plush confirmed. I am extremely happy about this; this is an absolute win. :)
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audikatia · 1 year
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hi! for the book asks: 6, 11, 12, 13!
i hope you’re doing well! 💖
I am doing well! I miss your book reports! lol I hope you are doing well, too!
6. what books have you read in the last month? answered here!
11. what non-fiction books do you like if any? I love non-fiction! -I really enjoy any sort of niche science (anything by Mary Roach) -deep dives on a topic (rocket fuel, salt, swearing, cannibalism) -anything surrounding medicine, death, funerals (I have like two shelves devoted to these books after I wrote my thesis lol) -biographies and memoirs from historical figures I like or who had a major impact on how things are currently structured (like Elizabeth Packard who reformed medical institutions and divorce rights for women as we know them now) -History books on topics that interest me (radium girls, Donner Party, Salem Witch Trials (like the radium girls in the 1920s and how it affected work codes today) -investigative journalism (anything by Patrick Raddon Keefe) -anything to do with queer history -true crime, but not just limited to serial killers/murder. I like heists and robberies, etc
12. did you enjoy any compulsory high school readings? Some, yeah! The Catcher in the Rye, The Crucible, Mrs. Dalloway, Iliad and Odyssey, THE YELLOW WALLPAPER
13. do you have a goodreads? Yep!
Thank you!
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mersei47 · 1 year
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Madcom follower: pleasee.. so.. hungry... A wip.. a doodle! A-anyrhing!!!
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may I present you.......the trio wearing whatever tf I find on pinterest and kitty audi t-shirt
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guccigarantine · 4 months
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relistening to the chime prequel ep 2 and I have to say again that i love audy being friends with the sexy robot guy
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neverbelessthan · 6 months
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Just saw a post quoting that HBO douchebag on how they're trying to figure out if it makes sense to renew for s3 based on bullshit metrics.
How about you crunch the data on how many people dropped their Max or Binge subscriptions the same day s2 finished fucking airing.
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presdestigatto · 12 days
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“all options are viable ones” whoo carlos to haas
Alpine. I feel deep inside my heart. Its goona be alpine. It's a universal wissper of the future in my mind telling me so.
HELLO!!! i like your vision anon, sorry for taking so long to get to this. here is something i made, humbly showing us:
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but speaking honestly he needs to make a decision fast, audi already has hulkenberg and are looking at zhou, bottas and ocon who would all be cheaper options. mercedes is also so obsessed with max and kimi that there’s no space for him in their long term plans 🤷‍♀️
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hungriestheidi · 1 month
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Soft, for the win game
two whole paragraphs because ily <3
In Silverstone it rains. Sebastian clings to the fences to watch Jim Clark’s 1965 championship winning car do laps under the rain, O'Sullivan at the wheel of the Lotus. The rich shade of green looks glossy under the thin droplets, tender rain falling like kisses from the sky. Lewis, standing by his side with a Polaroid camera at hand, tells him to pose and he makes a peace sign with his hand that has Lewis poking fun at him for the rest of the event. He invites him to the Ferrari hospitality, ‘you know they still love you, man’, and Seb says he’ll think about it. He doesn’t go, haunted by the ghosts of himself in times gone by, and stands by the pitwall under the soft falling rain, waving to the crowd, before it’s time for FP1.
—  from the infamous audi 2026 fic :)))))
send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.
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tommyssupercoolblog · 8 months
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Audie knows we're gay /pos
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allylikethecat · 9 months
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Can I be very cheeky and request another kiss prompt… if you feel like it I’d love prompt 23 (a kiss in relief) for Matty and George (I’ve requested a pairing this time don’t worry!!)
Ps. Have you ever considered emojis to keep track of anons? For example I sign off as ♥️ on a few other blogs
Whelp, this is it. After what feels like a very long time (or well, it's been a month, up to you if that's a long time!) I have finally come to the LAST Kiss Prompt in my Inbox! Thank you so much to all you lovely wonderful people who have sent them in! I have had so much fun working on these and am so honored that y'all liked my writing enough to request them! My inbox is always open for more requests (formal or informal) and I will always do my best to fulfill these fic requests, even if they take me a while! I'm slowly but surely posting all of the kiss prompts that I've completed on AO3, so if you want to revisit any, missed any, or want to give any some special love, they eventually will all be able to be found here. The original list of prompts can be found here! Thank you so much again to everyone who spent in a prompt!
Special thank you very much ♥️ Anon for sending this one in! I'm sorry it took me a while to get to, but I hope you enjoy it! I had no idea there were enough people who sent me asks that you guys would want to have an emoji to identify yourselves but if you want want, it's yours feel free to claim it (just not the ♥️ unless you are the newly dubbed ♥️ Anon!) Let me know what you think!
(Warnings for this prompt: Matty is involved in a single car accident swerving to avoid a deer and ends up in the hospital - when George first finds out about the accident he worries that Matty was driving drunk, however he was NOT)
❤️Ally
23. Kiss … in relief
George’s heart was racing as he made his way through the sliding door, his rain damp trainers squeaking on the polished sheet vinyl flooring as he scurried across the lobby, nearly slipping right in front of the “Wet Floor” sign. There was another man in line in front of him and he resisted the urge to tap his foot impatiently. He swallowed hard, trying to will himself to stay calm. He needed to stay calm and level headed. Matty needed him to stay calm and level headed. Only one of them was allowed to freak out at a time and George knew that it was not his turn.
The man turned away, a hospital bracelet fastened around his wrist and George felt a pang of sympathy as he watched him take a step to the side, headed towards the waiting room area. But he pushed it down, he was here under his own power, meaning it couldn’t be dire. It was his turn to speak with the receptionist. 
“I’m looking for Matthew Healy,” George said, quickly, bracing his hands on the counter, “I got a call that he was admitted.” 
“Can you spell that for me please?” the receptionist asked.
George swallowed down his irritation. “Healy, H-E-A-L-Y,” he said and the receptionist hit a few buttons on the keyboard, frowning as she looked at the screen. 
“And you are?” she asked, looking up at George, her expression bored, as if she wasn’t the only thing standing between Geroge and the love of his life. 
“Ah, George Daniel, his partner and power of attorney?” he said, hating that it sounded like a question, hating that he knew that title didn’t even begin to cover it. Matty was his soul mate, his other half, his twin flame burning, one could not exist without the other. However, he seemed to have earned her approval because she hit a few buttons on her computer and then nodded to herself. 
“He’s in room twenty oh two,” she said, “it’s through the double doors on the right, down the hall to the left,” she said.  
George barely remembered to thank her before he was running through the double doors she had indicated, watching the room numbers tick by as he looked for 2002.
He froze just outside the door, heart hammering in his chest as he tried to mentally prepare himself for what he was going to find. Was Matty going to be intubated and sedated? Was he going to be handcuffed to the bed? George swallowed hard, hating the uncertainty, hating that upon receiving the call his stomach had dropped. He hated that his first thought, even after all these years, was that Matty was drunk. Or high. Or a combination of the two.
The woman he had spoken with hadn’t been able to give him any information over the phone. Just that Matty had been involved in a single car accident and had been admitted into the hospital a little over halfway between Manchester and London. He had been driving back from visiting his mother, George hated himself as he buckled his own seatbelt that he had declined joining Matty on the trip.
He had made it to the hospital in record time, while still being careful of the heavy downpour. Worst case scenarios playing out in his mind's eye as he drove. Matty was drunk. He had to have been Geroge thought darkly. He loved Denise but also knew she would never discourage another glass of wine, he knew that Matty would never turn one down. He ran his fingers through his close cropped hair, the strands wet even from the sprint from the parking lot. He swallowed hard. He needed to rip off the bandaid. He needed to open the door. He was just terrified, uncertain, afraid of what he was going to find. 
A nurse rounded the corner and made eye contact with George, smiling up at him. “You can go in,” she said kindly, her accent thick and Scottish, seeing George’s hesitation. 
He took a deep breath, and turned the handle. 
“Oh love,” he said, the words slipping out of his mouth before he could stop them. 
Matty was curled up on his side, his back to the door, his dark curls, the ringlets matted together with what George hoped was water and not blood, were sticking out from the top of the blanket draped over him. He rolled over, the movement slow and careful as if it caused him great pain. 
“George?” he asked, his voice rough and wet as he sat up, blinking up at him like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“I’m here, baby,” he said, moving through the doorway and deeper into the room, his legs moving on their own accord to Matty’s bedside. 
He reached out, running his hands down his skinny shoulders, his sides, checking him over as if he knew what he was looking for, as if he could pinpoint what was wrong with him, what was hiding beneath the thin hospital gown. He had a cut on his cheek, a butterfly bandage holding it together, and George was sure his chest was bruised from the seatbelt and airbags, his neck aching from the whiplash. He leaned down, pressing their lips together. He licked into Matty’s mouth, burying his fingers in the curls, holding his head steady so as not to aggravate his neck, he could taste blood from Matty’s lip, he must have bitten it during the crash. 
“You’re okay,” George whispered, eyes wide, as he pulled away, relief oozing from every pore. There was no alcohol on Matty’s tongue. “You’re okay.” 
Matty sniffled, “I’m so sorry,” he said, he was crying quietly George realized, “I fucked up,” he hiccuped, “I’m so sorry.”  
“Ssh,” said George sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling Matty into his arms. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”
Matty turned and buried his face against George’s chest, his breathing evening out as George ran his hand down his back, his hand hot against the cool bare skin visible between the open sides of the gown. 
“What happened, love?” George asked, wanting to hear Matty’s account before he flagged down the doctor. 
Matty sniffled and took a shaking breath. “Well,” he said wetly, “my car is fucked.” 
George bit back a laugh. “We can replace that,” he said and Matty snorted. 
“It was raining,” he said quietly, “and you know I don’t see too well at night anymore, and a deer ran out in front of the car, I tried to swerve, but I was going too fast, I just wanted to get home, and I ended up hitting a ditch on the side of the road,” he said the words coming in a rush. “And the next thing I knew the airbags went off and I was rolling down the hill.” 
He took another breath, “they said I was lucky,” he said quietly, “that I had a good car, it could have been a lot worse.” 
“So what you’re saying is we need to get you another Audi,” George said, trying to cheer Matty up, trying to make him smile, the grief and upset rolling off of him in waves making George’s heartbreak. 
“I don’t think I want to drive anywhere for a while,” Matty said softly, keeping his eyes downcast. “The doctor’s said I can’t anyway, I have a concussion.” 
“And that’s okay too,” said George, pressing another kiss to Matty’s lips in relief. “I’m just happy that you’re going to be alright.” 
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