honestly, idk if i will be back here.
my creativity has taken a massive hit. i just don't want to write anymore, at least for now.
thankful for all the memories i've made through leo and maybe one day the spark will be back.
take care of yourselves. โค๏ธ
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no because WHY did i get a new iphone and go into apple intelligence to see it has a chatGPT extension???? i turned that bitch off so quick
this is not an AI safe space btw and never will be!
A sharp hiss of pain when he tries to sit up. Rooney hushes him, tries to keep him from moving too abruptly, but he's already well past that. "What ha...what happened..?" A dry cough burns at his raw throat and he winces against it, sucks in a strained breath. he can't turn his head, the brace keeping his neck steady and that makes him panic too...
"W- what..?" His heart is hammering, every ounce of him tensing. Hospital. Accident. The words make his ears ring, a sudden violent reminder of his car flipping on its head, splitting into, spraying with flames. Hot tears drip down his bruised cheek and he takes a shaking breath, frantically searching Rooney's face for some kind of reassurance. Anything.
He fucked up.
He crashed.
So, what? He's out of the race?
What about the championship?
When would he be able to race again...?
Suddenly, he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to shake his head as he crumbles beneath the panic.
"No...N- no, no..." A hiccup beneath the sob that starts to well up from his chest as he leans closer to Rooney, a shaking hand reaching for hers. "No, please..please, please, please, no...the race, what about-- what about the race..?"
He'd crashed before. It sort of came with the territory. Hit a wall, pop off a wheel, have a little driving incident...It's part of the sport. This? This is different. Now he's in the hospital, can't move, can hardly breathe and he remembers being engulfed in flame... Drivers didn't just walk out of flames without irreparable damage...He'd seen it. People had died like that. He could have died.
When the nurse arrives, he pulls back from Rooney, wipes away his tears roughly and winces at the pain in his face. A sniff, lips pursed as he frowns down at the bed. He's quiet while she checks him over, takes breaths and does what she asks...He follows orders. It's really all he can do at this point, isn't it? She certainly won't have the answers he wants, not now. He'd be released in a couple of days, needed to stay here to give his body time to recover, but then he'd be home with a private nurse for the rest of the week. If recovery continues on an upward slope, he should be free of the nurse's help by Sunday.
Sunday.
Race day.
But he wouldn't be better by then, that much is obvious in the stare she's giving him as she speaks, so he tunes out the rest. Goes blank. Dissociates from the moment, especially when the doctor comes in and starts to give a prognosis alongside the likelihood that he will never be able to race again.
ย Their whole apartment is shifted and rearranged. There hospital had given them some machines and a bed that took up half their living room for him to sleep in. Something about the incline would help reduce the swelling in his leg better than it being propped up on pillows would. Thereโs medications lining the counter, stacks of papers with instructions on what to give and when to give it. Physical therapy exercises. Follow up appointmentsโฆ nurses that might be coming byโฆ
Rooneyโs practically bitten her nails down to little stubs. She hovers and paces, tries to be useful, tries to do anything to help or distract him. Time seems to crawl by, especially when heโs in one of his moods. Sheโs sort of learned to leave him alone when heโs extra pissy, especially on race day. Being quiet and avoiding is better than the explosions that could go off at any minute.
โHey, babyโฆโ Rooney gently shakes his shoulder. โโฆ you should wake up and try to eat something, yeah?โ Her fingers brush against his forehead like sheโs checking for a fever. Her worst fear was something getting infected, though they seemed to be past that point now.
feel free to combine multiple prompts or addย โ + reverse โย to switch roles !ย ย for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.
1.ย GUEST :ย for one muse to offer the other a place to stay.
2.ย STORM :ย for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm.
3.ย MEDIC :ย for one muse to show up at the otherโs doorstep injured.
4.ย SURPRISE :ย for one muse to come home and find the other already inside.
5.ย TRIP :ย for both muses to road trip or travel together.
6.ย BABYSIT :ย for one muse to help the other home while theyโre drunk.
7.ย INSOMNIA :ย for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am.
8.ย AMBUSH :ย for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy.
9.ย DANCE :ย for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party.
10.ย STRANDED :ย for one muse to help the other whoโs stranded on the road.
11.ย SERVICE :ย for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other.
12.ย SAFEGUARD :ย for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event.
13.ย DAZE :ย for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them.
14.ย STOWAWAY :ย for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship.
15.ย TAXI :ย for both muses to share the same taxi ride.
16.ย MAKEOVER :ย for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle.
17.ย LIFEGUARD :ย for one muse to rescue the other from drowning.
18.ย DISASTER :ย for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster.
19.ย TRANSIT :ย for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport.
20.ย SPRAIN :ย for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle.
21.ย EMPLOY :ย for one muse to be hired as the otherโs bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc.
22.ย QUEST :ย for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation.
23.ย SOOTHE :ย for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack.
24.ย RECOVER :ย for one muse to return the otherโs lost belonging.
25.ย UMBRELLA :ย for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day.
26.ย HEAL :ย for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury.
27.ย NIGHTMARE :ย for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare.
28.ย REUNION :ย for one muse to run into the other again after a long time.
29.ย PRIZE :ย for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival.
30.ย NUDE :ย for one muse to walk in on the other while theyโre changing.
31.ย BED :ย for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed.
32.ย TRAIL :ย for one muse to notice the other has been following them.
33.ย EVADE :ย for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer.
34.ย THIEF :ย for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them.
35.ย CAUGHT :ย for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing.
36.ย FESTIVE :ย for both muses to decorate for a special occasion.
37.ย PRESENT :ย for one muse to give the other aย (birthday)ย gift.
38.ย WEARY :ย for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other.
39.ย CAPTIVE :ย for one muse to hold the other against their will.
40.ย SNAP :ย for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration.
41.ย SLEEPOVER :ย for one muse to stay the night at the otherโs place.
42.ย TRESPASS :ย for one muse to trespass on the otherโs property.
43.ย BREAK-IN :ย for one muse to discover the other robbing their place.
44.ย MERCY :ย for both muses to come across an injured animal.
45.ย UNKNOWN :ย for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place.
46.ย ACCOMPLICE :ย for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime.
47.ย ASTRAY :ย for both muses to take a detour and lose their way.
48.ย RELAX :ย for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring.
49.ย MUSE : ย for one muse to model for the otherโs art project.
50.ย ACCOMPANY : ย for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event.
51.ย SALVAGE : ย for one muse to retrieve the otherโs belongings from a thief.
52.ย MEAL :ย for both muses to prepare and share a meal together.
53.ย CEMETERY : ย for one muse to find the other at a gravestone.
54.ย REFUGE : ย for one muse to shelter the other from enemies.
55.ย ARRANGED : ย for both muses to date or marry out of convenience.
56.ย FAVOR : ย for one muse to owe the other a favor.
57.ย VACATION :ย for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation.
58.ย DEFEND : ย for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants.
59.ย CATCH : ย for one muse to return the otherโs pet that escaped.
60.ย RESTRICTED : ย for both muses to sneak into someplace theyโre not supposed to be.
โฑห๏ฝกโ โช ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ย ย (ย ย a collection of various ย location prompts centered around time & weather.ย feel free to adjust as desired.ย ย )
[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain.
[ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm.
[ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours.
[ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater.
[ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth.
[ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor.
[ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain.
[ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh.
[ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window.
[ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in.
[ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun.
[ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center.
[ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat.
[ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain.
[ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles.
[ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt.
[ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm.
[ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road.
[ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music.
[ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain.
[ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm.
[ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars.
[ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road.
[ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.
The decision that was made maybe wasn't the best one, but Arthur hadn't really planned on taking it so far. She'd just sort of...kept going, and he didn't really have the mind to say no to her. Knowing now that she can have children meant a lot more caution, but in that moment? It felt like they'd thrown caaution to the wind.
His thoughts are racing in circles of uncertainty over this very thing when Leo speaks up. Her words do little to ease his concerns. Teeth gnaw anxiously at their lower lip, their dark circled eyes flashing down to view her. They stare for a long time in complete silence, her words resting uneasily in the pit of their stomach.
โSure yer ma wonโt come fer me?โ Itโs said like a joke, but itโs obvious her wrath had put a bit of fear in xyr step. Itโs not so much her, but the fear of hurting them again. Hurting Leo. Edie. Xe hates that xe ever hurt them in the first place and now? Now xeโs more afraid than ever of hurting anyone and leaving their son in the aftermath. So, xe grows quiet again. Thin arms fold behind xyr head, eyes drifting to the ceiling.
โIโllโฆbe all right,โ they settle on eventually. Not Iโm leaving, not Iโm stayingโฆjust..A simple declaration. Theyโd probably sleep in the truck, in Leoโs driveway, if sheโd let themโฆfor their own comfort and so she wouldnโt have to see them leave again. Because it seems like that isnโt something she wants, despite everything.
Leo sinks back into the seat and stares straight ahead. If her dad was alive, heโd wring Arthurโs neck, then try to shake sense into her where there (clearly) was none. She had a son to think about โ their son. Someone to protect, and love, and someone that didnโt deserve to be caught up in their will they, wonโt they? bullshit.
โIโm sure you could outrun Edie if she does.โ Leo cracks a smirk while wiping underneath her eyes. She kind of feels like shit. Not that she exactly regrets sleeping with him, but that sheโd done it without really thinking it through.
The drive back to her house is made mostly in silence. She looks out of the window, watches the other dimly lit houses pass them by until they reach her own. The porch light flickers on, which tells her that William was asleep, and Edie must have been just sitting by the door waiting for them to come back.
โYou can come in when sheโs gone, if you donโt want to see her again.โ Her eyes drift over his face, over the scars on xyr neck, the newer ones she hadnโt seen yet. Her stomach twists. โGet a shower and something to eatโฆโ She clicks her tongue. โYouโre the thinnest Iโve ever seen you.โ
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK," he shouts back in a deep, graveled tone. It's not angry, but irritated because clearly he can't see shit right now. Snot drips down his upper lip and he spits onto the pavement again, growling under his breath another curse of pain as it spikes from the water. Another few drops splashed against his eyes to clear what he can of the orangeish liquid spray. He starts coughing, gagging, really. And then she tell shim not to move and...
"Wasn't plannin' on it," he snaps, tossing a hand in the air. "Fuck..." He sniffles, lets the drool simply drip from his mouth as he leans forward over the pavement.
The time it takes her to return feels like an eternity and for a moment xe wonders if she's just left xem there. She has no reason to trust xem, after all, even though xe'd said xe just needed directions. Clearly, though, xe's incapacitated. Pepper spray...works. If ever anyone needed proof, here it is.
He flinches hard when the milk jug bumps his foot. A hand blindly reaches for it, managing to find it with only a little difficulty. they pick it up, making sure the cap is off before simply dumping it onto their face. "Holy..fuck..." they breathe with a bit of relief. It won't last and they know it, but for now it's helping. A splash of milk, a splash of water...cycling back and forth and doing their best not to touch their face in the process. They heave a sigh, which turns into a dry cough.
"Christ..." Another slow breath through xyr nose, then xe spits onto the pavement again. When xe hears her ask about a hospital, though...
"No!" Xyr whole body tenses. A hiccup. Then another. "Fuck, no, it--" Xe hiccups again, coughs. "It's fine. It's fucking fine, I've done this before..." Yeah, not exactly making a good case for himself with that one.
"I've been sprayed...before. Long story." More milk. A sniffle. It takes a while, but after a minute or so xe's able to peel xyr eyes open, squinting at the girl through blurry vision.
"Nice aim." A beat. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand, fully aware he probably looks disgusting at the moment, but it is what it is. "Lucky that wasn't a gun."
Rooney allows the fact that this has happened to him before to fall to the wayside. Maybe he was a criminal, though her mind prefers to think that maybe he was a protestor of some kind. He sort of had that whole vibe going for him, even if he sort of smelled like cheap beer. She clicks her tongue and passes the other milk jug over, grimacing as he dumps it over himself. Now they really did reek.
โWell, yeah, I donโt have a gun.โ Rooney says matter-of-factly. โAnd if I did, I wouldnโt shoot someone like that! Pepper spray is different.โ She sniffles, moving out of the way before any of the milk can soak her shoes or her bag. โHereโฆโ
An extra shirt is taken out of her bag. She always carried one just in case, and for once itโs come in handy. Sheโs a little grossed out at the thought of it being covered in watery milk and sweat,ย but there was a trashcan not too far offโฆ
โYou sure youโre okay?โ A pause. โI really am sorry. I thought you were like, a kidnapper or something.โ
There's a flash of memory. A flood of heat over his bones, melting into his skin...The feeling of a jolt and a crack down his spine.
He's driving. Number 51. 3rd position. All's well, even amidst the dark evening Prix. Loud cries from the stadium are drowned out amidst the high-speed buzz of his car picking up speed... He's done this loop a hundred times. Practice after practice. Simulation after simulation. He knows the turns, knows how to handle them. There had only been one spin-out during a practice sprint and even then it was due to a lock-up.
So why can't he breathe?
There's a sharp ringing when the wheels suddenly screech against hot asphalt, nausea jumping into his throat when the car spins, whips, and eventually...collides. The back hits first, then the front whips around to tear off the bumper, a rogue wheel popping off the back and shredding rubber onto the race track.
He can't remember anything but a vibrant flash of colours. Black. White. Yellow. A blur of lines written on sponsorship boards covering the barriers. Red. Orange.
Then came the heat, digging deep into his lungs and making him gasp for air. There was a moment of lapse in his consciousness, breached suddenly and violently with the heat lapping at his flesh, the metal melting into his leg. He thinks of screaming, but it doesn't matter. Adrenaline is keeping him from feeling pain. All he can do is lift an arm, limply waving a twisted wrist through the fire with hopes that someone will see that he is alive.
It takes forever to put out the fire, even longer for someone to be able to grab Noah out of the driver's seat. He's leaning halfway out the car door, a gloved hand stretching out and gripping someone else's. His visor is a black, soot-covered void, so the feeling of a grip against his own tears a cry of hoarse relief from his throat. Then a shriek of pain as his leg drags against the ground. His head drops forward, vision dipping in and out. He can taste blood, can feel the sticky wet substance dripping down his back deep inside his jumpsuit, clinging to his leg and ankle and foot. His left wrist is swollen, bruised, bleeding...There's a dark black circle under his eye and a cut on his lip. He's alive.
And then comes black again...
A steady beep sounds from the heart monitor perched next to his bed.
Speed.
Suddenly, it picks up pace. A flash of orange and white heat in his vision has him suddenly jolting awake. There's a butterfly bandage on his brow, ointment stuck to his split lip, the cut on his head stitched shut...His hand is in a cast and his leg is wrapped, long stitches striping his calf. He's even got a neck brace. Drugs are pumping into his forearm through an IV, another keeping him hydrated. There's oxygen tubes in his nose, bruising around his eye and on his cheek...He looks...dead. Or at least like he should be dead.
Lips part, a dry, grating voice pulling from the depths of his scarred throat. "Wh-- Where..? F..." Squinted gaze is searching the brightly lit hospital room, slowly letting the burred scene come into focus. Sapphire hues fall onto his girlfriend sitting in the seat by his bed. He moves to try and sit up despite himself, panic overwhelming him all at once. A sharp breath. Tears well in his eyes.
Everything was normal. Just another day in the box above the stands, sharing drinks with the wives of rival drivers. Being teased about when Noah might finally propose, though they had no plans to get married anytime soon. Her glass has just clinked against Annieโs when a gasp ripples through the crowd, following by utter silence. She turns, just assuming that things had started to get intense. The race was so close to being overโฆ Noah was so close to overtaking the second position.
The sequence of events that followed came in a blur. Ushered out of the viewing area, hurried into a car to be whisked off to the hospital. Phone call after phone call. Paparazzi were already lining up outside of the hospital doors, their flashes blinding her as security crowds around her to get her inside. Someone is yelling at them all, asking them where their humanity is, but all she can hear is a loud, high-pitched screech inside of her head.
Hours had been spent pacing, questioning, calling his family. The wreck played on a loop on tv until one of the nurses finally took notice and shut it off. She finally managed to stop crying by the time they alerted her that he was out of surgery and being moved to a private room. A small, uncomfortable chair is pulled up to his bedside. She stares at his vitals for what feels like hours. Just watching, watching, watchingโฆ her fingers brushing absentmindedly against the blanket covering him.
โHey! Hey, shh.โ Her eyes widen when he wakes up. She brushes the tears away from her eyes, determined to be as strong for him as she can in the moment. โDonโt try to moveโฆโ The little nurse call bell is pushed so someone can come in and check him out.
Gently, her brushes his hair back from his forehead. Her hand lingers above his face, like sheโs trying to find a spot to put it that isnโt bruised. Heโs alive, at least. Injured, and right now, they didnโt know just how long it would take to recover, or if he ever fully wouldโฆ but he was breathing. He was talking.
โYou had an accident, baby. We are atโฆโ She clicks her tongue โ doesnโt even know what hospital this is. โโฆ weโre in some hospital, I donโt know.โ Her finger twists around the curls on top of his head. โโฆ you just got out of surgery a little bit ago.โ
"I'm so glad I got you to come." Lira huffed, her breath flowing past them as a white little cloud smelling of beer as the two women reached their destination. A grimey, smokey club. Well, it was more Lira's destination than it was Leo's.
"Oh right, I haven't even told you the plan..." she exclaimed and stopped in her stride. "So...this establishment has a dartboard, which I swear they stole from my bar." Lira talked as if convincing Leo of a perticularly hard to believe conspiracy. "It looks exactly like the one I remember. Or...at least I'm pretty sure there was a dart board at some point...and it looked exactly like the one they have in there...I think." The brunette felt the urgency leave the situation.
"The point is..." she exhaled "...that I need to steal that dart board. And I'm so happy you volunteered to help." she teased. In reality Lira had just asked Leo for an innocent night out. But having an objective to a night out had always proven to be more fun. So, this time Lira decided that the objective would be theft. For both of them.
Leoโs eyes widen as they approach the club. She had sworn off drinking after last time left her with a hangover from hell. But she liked Lira enough to not complain about it. After all, she enjoyed having a friend around. Someone that was fun, and thankfully under the age of 50โฆ
โYouโฆ what?โ She stops dead in her tracks and holds up her hands in mock surrender. โYou want to steal the dartboard?โ Leo huffs a laugh. โAre you serious? We- we can probably, like, find one somewhereโฆโ But the way Lira is looking at her tells her that wonโt be an option. So she drops her hands and grins down at her feet. โOookay, but if we get caught, just know I was a sprinter in high school and Iโll leave you in the dust.โ
It's a bit crowded in there, which might prove useful or fatal, depending on how many people might be paying attention to them. Leo heads straight for the bar and orders two drinks for both of them. She opts to pay with cash โ always cash โ and bats her eyelashes at the bartender enough that he doesnโt ask to ID her.
โFor you.โ She sing-songs as she turns around and presses a cold bottle into Liraโs palm. โSo whereโs this dart board?โ
If there was anything hard to avoid it was the initial shock and panic of getting hit by pepper spray. He knows not to panic, to control his breathing and try not to hyperventilate and choke on the stuff, but the body's instant reaction is the opposite. Panic, hyperventilate, increase heart rate...Pounding, pounding, pounding. He can barely even hear her amidst the sharp ringing in his ears. He spits, starts to cough, then forces himself to take a slow, deep breath--in through the nose, out through the mouth...
"I'm sorry, fuck!" A wave of their hand, her question completely fair, but...Well, they were a little drunk, just enough that they hadn't realized until too late that she was a small woman. not to Mention, she's the only one around. A blind hand reaches out, refusing to open his coated eyes. He sniffles, grumbles some more profanities.
"Gi-- Give it here," xe shouts, xyr hand flailing until xe can feel the bottle pressed into xyr palm. As soon as xe's got it, xe splashes it on xyr face, slowly pours it to try and wash out the surface layer. They need milk, but for now? Just getting it off xyr face is a start.
"Aahhh, fuck," they hiss through their teeth, the burning intensifying with the water dripping down their cheeks. They grit their teeth, remind themselves to breathe. More spit on the pavement, then they're slowly lowering themselves to sit on the ground.
โMotherfucker, do I look like I have MILK?โ Perhaps the cruelest part of that sentence was that he, in fact, could not see her, nor see that she didnโt have an ounce of milk on her. โJesus Christ, thereโs a store likeโฆ rightโฆ fuck!โ She gives up on her gesturing when he moves his hand enough for her to see how swollen his eyes are.
โOkay, okay, you justโฆ sit right there. Donโt move. Iโll be right back!โ Without waiting for their response, Rooney takes off at a frantic walk towards the corner store a block away.
A bit later, she returns โ huffing and puffing with a gallon of milk hanging from each hand. One of them is cracked open and she slides it across the sidewalk at him, nudging their foot with it. โAre you sure milk is gonna help? Do you want to go to the hospitalโฆ?โ
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