#storyscrawled

[criticalfai1ure]

once again thinking abt ivan and the way he fell in love with the beat of fedyor’s heart. once again thinking abt my nichevo’ya verse where he’s severed from his heartrending and can no longer listen for fedya’s heart to steel his own. once again, relevance :

[onceheroeslogic]

"you...are not supposed to be here." she really wasn't sure why she was bothering to pretend that she was supposed to be here either. sam said to drop by if she ever needed to crash (with the implication she should call first). alice didn't call, she just used his shower and was going to steal some of his food before leaving a note and dipping. she didn't expect to walk into the living room with her wet hair still dripping onto her t-shirt and find someone setting up a laptop at the dining room table. "i-" alice glanced down at herself, suddenly aware she was not wearing a bra under her shirt, and sometime between her last field assignment and now she'd managed to pull her stitches and she was starting to bleed onto the hem of her shirt, the rolled waistline of her sweatpants and soon, if she wasn't careful, all over sam's kitchen floor. "shit." she lifted up the hem of her shirt, looking at the bruises on her stomach and the blood slowly seeping through the open wound. "joaquin, right...this is really embarrassing, but do you have any idea where sam keeps the first aid kit or even like a single bandaid?"

STARTER for @storyscrawled / joaquin torres *

[eternaldark-a2]

[entriprises]

"good going, adira! volunteer to crawl through the weird and defunct tubes of a millennium old starship!" they swat at a gathering of webs and dust hanging just before where they're moving through. pushing hard on a vent cover, it pops out, and it's like a breath of fresh air for them after crawling through dust filled spaces. it's enough relief that as they stand they don't notice their surroundings and just how different what should be deck 11 is. letting out a cough, adira's head spins, eyes tracking a crew member in a very different uniform. turning the other way, they're met with the same style, albeit a different color. "uhhhhh... zora?" there's no familiar response to their callout.

˚₊‧ @storyscrawled / brad boimler liked for a starter! ‧₊˚

[fyrewalks]

episode based starter for @storyscrawled

It doesn't take long for the giddy high to fade; Eddie opens the door to a despondent Buck, and he recovers his breath in the quiet that sits between them. Buck doesn't offer to explain. Neither does Eddie; he's sure he'll have to give one, for the gelled hair and the lack of pants, but he's just fine without voicing anything aloud now.

But as the silence continues, Eddie starts to desire some sort of noise. Without asking, he puts on the tv, volume kept low.

"You okay," he finally asks.

[washeartsbreaking]

stevie climbed onto their bed, sitting on the edge and pulling him close to her. she looked up at will, "i couldn't wait to tell you this, but you know there were so many people around...you looked so sexy up there tonight." stevie always thought will looked hot on stage, he was in his element and happy. that was hot to her, but tonight he was just especially attractive. her fingers worked over the buttons on his shirt, starting to take it off him. "seriously, babe, you were unreal tonight." stevie leaned up and began to kiss his skin as she exposed it.

STARTER CALL | starter for @storyscrawled / will reilly *

[shadowbrn]

❝ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❞

@storyscrawled liked this post for a starter.

[fyrewalks]

[ jokes ] sender trying to make receiver laugh // @storyscrawled

It starts before he wakes up, really.

Bob snoozes his alarm twice and skips his usual Saturday morning run. He downs a couple of ibuprofen, keeps his breakfast light, and prays that plenty of water will spare him from the oncoming migraine. Then, he misses two calls from grandma, and he picks up on the third. It's just this side of nonsensical, some drama with her ranch foreman, that Bob can't decide if it's simply a side affect of her advancing age or if it's something more worrisome. So once he's calmed her down, he calls mom. He isn't sure what he expects her to do all the way in Florida, for her mother-in-law no less, but he feels better at least.

By the afternoon, his head's a constant dull ache. Opening and closing his text thread with Nat at least a dozen times as the day wears on, he wonders if she'll accept his migraine as a valid reason to skip out on the barbeque. Ultimately, he doesn't say anything - unprompted, Nat reminds him that he promised to be a designated driver so Bob resigns himself to his fate and responds with a thumbs up emoji.

He picks up Nat, manages a minimal amount of small talk when they first get to Penny's, and then Bob finds a spot to sit that's shaded and mostly out of the way of everyone. Which, unfortunately, doesn't include Hangman.

At first, Jake does most of the talking, bragging really, and Bob is mostly fine with the occasional nod and hum of acknowledgement. He can grin and bear it. But Jake isn't just satisfied with hearing the sound of his own voice, he keeps trying to draw Bob out - literally, he keeps suggesting that Bob get up to dance with everyone.

"Hangman!" Bob interrupts, swallowing hard after he's spoken, his voice too loud. "Unless you want me to puke on your shoes, fuck the hell off. Please!"