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Songstamp: Alone Together by Fall Out Boy

"You’re leaving again?"
His footsteps were loud, sharp against the floor, drowning out your own tentative paces. An oaken door opened, swinging wide, hinges complaining bitterly. Without a word, you slip inside the room behind him, just before the door slams shut.

/ I don’t know where you’re going, but do you have room for one more, troubled soul /

“Erwin, I’m coming with you,” you said, determined, stuck strongly in your mindset. The ferocity in which he turned caught you off guard, sending you reeling a few steps backward.
“No. You’re not.”
Brave, you stood your ground, feet planted and fists clenched tightly. Your eyes shone with a sureness that couldn’t be matched, a stubbornness that boiled and churned. After all, he couldn’t be the one to protect you, it wasn’t as if you were in any means delicate; in fact quite the opposite.
The silence hung heavy in the heated air, crackling with frustration and a throbbing pulse of anger.
“You don’t understand, [name].”
His voice was intimidating to say the least, though you refused to bow to his enforced attempts to keep you in check.
A rough, forced laugh bubbled out from your chest, bathed in sarcasm.
“Then inform me.”
Eyes of deep blue offered no repose, not a hint of tranquility in his gaze. The low hum of intensity that rang in your words reverberated in your head, and you found the fire to meet his stare with sturdy confidence.
“There’s an infinitely large possibility that I won’t return.”

/ I don’t know where I’m going, but I don’t think I’m coming home /

In an instant, your outwardly brave demeanor shattered, leaving you dangling by a thread, scrambling for words. The mere thought was incomprehensible- him, not return? Impossible.
“What- no, that- how- what the hell are you even saying!?”
Eyes that grew darkened with vehemence narrowed, and in all seriousness, he spoke.
“I may die.”

/ And I said I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead /

You laughed once more, slightly crazed by the impossibility- how could this man, placed on such a high pedestal and respected by so many, even think he’d die? What was the level of danger this mission held that let it offer such an impossibility?
“Ever think what your death might do to me? Let me come with you!”
Your voice cracked, just loud enough for him to hear.

/ This is the road to ruin, and we’re starting at the end /

Reality cut deeply into the pair of you, a pain that was inescapable.
“I’m sorry. I love you, [name]. You will stay safe. But this is my responsibility.”
The inevitable- of course one so courageous and stoic as Erwin Smith himself would throw away any personal feelings, dealing with only the strategies and the necessities.
You were in for a hellish few days, maybe weeks, as you’d be anxiously awaiting his possible return. But… What if he did die? What if he didn’t return? You could hardly imagine the heart-wrenching pain you’d feel- you didn’t want to.
You didn’t notice the silver beads that began to drop down your cheeks.
A rough and rigid hand cupped your cheek, and your head was raised, not of your own will, to meet a sorrowful blue gaze.

/ Say yeah, let’s be alone together /

It started off slow, as he pressed his lips to yours in a small token of his apology, but slowly grew into more, festering in your need to have all of him before he left- possibly never to return.
The unyielding surface of the desk was prodding your back, the ridged edge digging into your spine.
Walking you up upon the desk, he paused in his fervent attention to your lips to wipe the remainder of the tears from your cheeks, offering a tight-lipped smile as reassurance.

/ We can stay young forever /

Paying no heed to his weak attempts to quell your anxieties, you wrapped your arms around his neck, his kisses ardent against your chin and jaw. Tenderly, long ivory fingers lined with a respectable amount of callouses tugged and played with the leather straps of your uniform, expertly unclasping the brass buckles one after another. You in turn return the favor, not as smoothly of course, for he had you beat fairly in experience. A tangle of leather and metal tumbled onto the floor, forgotten.

/ Screaming from the top of your lungs /

You moved with a sense of urgency, needing to feel the heat of his skin against yours one last time.
Well past your control, your hands shook, working quickly to pop apart the buttons of his shirt. Your fingers trembled, fumbling uselessly.
He gave a hoarse chuckle, hands closing over your own.
“Relax,” he murmured, fingers tracing strange patterns across your skin in an attempt to calm you.
“You don’t understand- this could be the last time-“
“Then let’s make it count.”

/ Say yeah, let’s be alone together /

The uncomfortable sensation of tears barely held back rose in the back of your throat, hindering your breaths. You wondered idly, why was it now that you suddenly had to break? You had know all along that there was a possibility he wouldn’t return from each mission- oh, but now it was just so real.

/ We can stay young forever /

Much slower now, easily, you slipped each brass button open, and he shrugged the fabric off. Pulling him closer, you itched to discover, to memorize him, his tanned, powerful form, riddled with scars. Today, he seemed like smoke in your hands- how long till he was gone?

/ We’ll stay young /

You ran icy fingers over ridged scars on his brawny arms, breathing shakily, albeit calmer than you’d been. Cool, gentle kisses had you leaning into him, stretching up to return his ministrations. His belt slipped from the loops in his white uniformed pants, landing on the cold oaken floor beneath.

The November air was bitingly cold against your skin, stinging and nipping until you were chilled to the bone. Gently, he cupped your jaw with a toughened hand, tilting your head up, delivering a stinging kiss to your lips, one that made your heart hammer in your chest. You embraced his warmth, whilst your lips began to move quicker, reflecting a sudden appetite and needing for him.

/ Cut me off I lost my track /

Erwin, for such a long time, had filled the role of a companion, a friend, and a lover, fulfilling each requirement to the best of his ability, as you did to him. Why such delicious heartbreak? In being the Commander, manic plans and suicide missions were his expertise, along with curtness and cruelty.

/ It’s not my fault I’m a maniac /

Although, ‘cruel’ was not a word you’d use to describe the tender way he brushed the hair out of your eyes, or how gently he worked the minuscule buttons of your top, tugging the fabric off your shoulders.

/ It’s not funny, anymore; it’s not /

Next he began the careful work of removing the white trousers of your uniform, helping you out of them without a word. When his lips returned to yours once again, you were filled with a sense of warmth, nearly painful. You’d miss him, you’d miss this.

/ My heart is like a stallion /

You pulled away for a quick breath. When your eyelids fluttered open, he smiled tightly- and it was shockingly obvious how much it hurt. Worried creased that weren’t present before lined his eyes and he looked… Pained.

/ They love it more when it’s broken /

Strong arms wrapped protectively around your waist, tepid skin against skin. His lips clasped over yours again, suddenly fervent and demanding, leaving you breathless. This was familiar, but still bore the tinged of sadness. Despondent, your fingers intertwined in his hair, letting him fill the cold void between your bodies.

/ Do you want to feel beautiful /

“I love you.”

/ Do you want to /

“As I love you, [name].”

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Songstamp: Alone Together by Fall Out Boy

"You’re leaving again?"
His footsteps were loud, sharp against the floor, drowning out your own tentative paces. An oaken door opened, swinging wide, hinges complaining bitterly. Without a word, you slip inside the room behind him, just before the door slams shut.

/ I don’t know where you’re going, but do you have room for one more, troubled soul /

“Erwin, I’m coming with you,” you said, determined, stuck strongly in your mindset. The ferocity in which he turned caught you off guard, sending you reeling a few steps backward.
“No. You’re not.”
Brave, you stood your ground, feet planted and fists clenched tightly. Your eyes shone with a sureness that couldn’t be matched, a stubbornness that boiled and churned. After all, he couldn’t be the one to protect you, it wasn’t as if you were in any means delicate; in fact quite the opposite.
The silence hung heavy in the heated air, crackling with frustration and a throbbing pulse of anger.
“You don’t understand, [name].”
His voice was intimidating to say the least, though you refused to bow to his enforced attempts to keep you in check.
A rough, forced laugh bubbled out from your chest, bathed in sarcasm.
“Then inform me.”
Eyes of deep blue offered no repose, not a hint of tranquility in his gaze. The low hum of intensity that rang in your words reverberated in your head, and you found the fire to meet his stare with sturdy confidence.
“There’s an infinitely large possibility that I won’t return.”

/ I don’t know where I’m going, but I don’t think I’m coming home /

In an instant, your outwardly brave demeanor shattered, leaving you dangling by a thread, scrambling for words. The mere thought was incomprehensible- him, not return? Impossible.
“What- no, that- how- what the hell are you even saying!?”
Eyes that grew darkened with vehemence narrowed, and in all seriousness, he spoke.
“I may die.”

/ And I said I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead /

You laughed once more, slightly crazed by the impossibility- how could this man, placed on such a high pedestal and respected by so many, even think he’d die? What was the level of danger this mission held that let it offer such an impossibility?
“Ever think what your death might do to me? Let me come with you!”
Your voice cracked, just loud enough for him to hear.

/ This is the road to ruin, and we’re starting at the end /

Reality cut deeply into the pair of you, a pain that was inescapable.
“I’m sorry. I love you, [name]. You will stay safe. But this is my responsibility.”
The inevitable- of course one so courageous and stoic as Erwin Smith himself would throw away any personal feelings, dealing with only the strategies and the necessities.
You were in for a hellish few days, maybe weeks, as you’d be anxiously awaiting his possible return. But… What if he did die? What if he didn’t return? You could hardly imagine the heart-wrenching pain you’d feel- you didn’t want to.
You didn’t notice the silver beads that began to drop down your cheeks.
A rough and rigid hand cupped your cheek, and your head was raised, not of your own will, to meet a sorrowful blue gaze.

/ Say yeah, let’s be alone together /

It started off slow, as he pressed his lips to yours in a small token of his apology, but slowly grew into more, festering in your need to have all of him before he left- possibly never to return.
The unyielding surface of the desk was prodding your back, the ridged edge digging into your spine.
Walking you up upon the desk, he paused in his fervent attention to your lips to wipe the remainder of the tears from your cheeks, offering a tight-lipped smile as reassurance.

/ We can stay young forever /

Paying no heed to his weak attempts to quell your anxieties, you wrapped your arms around his neck, his kisses ardent against your chin and jaw. Tenderly, long ivory fingers lined with a respectable amount of callouses tugged and played with the leather straps of your uniform, expertly unclasping the brass buckles one after another. You in turn return the favor, not as smoothly of course, for he had you beat fairly in experience. A tangle of leather and metal tumbled onto the floor, forgotten.

/ Screaming from the top of your lungs /

You moved with a sense of urgency, needing to feel the heat of his skin against yours one last time.
Well past your control, your hands shook, working quickly to pop apart the buttons of his shirt. Your fingers trembled, fumbling uselessly.
He gave a hoarse chuckle, hands closing over your own.
“Relax,” he murmured, fingers tracing strange patterns across your skin in an attempt to calm you.
“You don’t understand- this could be the last time-“
“Then let’s make it count.”

/ Say yeah, let’s be alone together /

The uncomfortable sensation of tears barely held back rose in the back of your throat, hindering your breaths. You wondered idly, why was it now that you suddenly had to break? You had know all along that there was a possibility he wouldn’t return from each mission- oh, but now it was just so real.

/ We can stay young forever /

Much slower now, easily, you slipped each brass button open, and he shrugged the fabric off. Pulling him closer, you itched to discover, to memorize him, his tanned, powerful form, riddled with scars. Today, he seemed like smoke in your hands- how long till he was gone?

/ We’ll stay young /

You ran icy fingers over ridged scars on his brawny arms, breathing shakily, albeit calmer than you’d been. Cool, gentle kisses had you leaning into him, stretching up to return his ministrations. His belt slipped from the loops in his white uniformed pants, landing on the cold oaken floor beneath.

The November air was bitingly cold against your skin, stinging and nipping until you were chilled to the bone. Gently, he cupped your jaw with a toughened hand, tilting your head up, delivering a stinging kiss to your lips, one that made your heart hammer in your chest. You embraced his warmth, whilst your lips began to move quicker, reflecting a sudden appetite and needing for him.

/ Cut me off I lost my track /

Erwin, for such a long time, had filled the role of a companion, a friend, and a lover, fulfilling each requirement to the best of his ability, as you did to him. Why such delicious heartbreak? In being the Commander, manic plans and suicide missions were his expertise, along with curtness and cruelty.

/ It’s not my fault I’m a maniac /

Although, ‘cruel’ was not a word you’d use to describe the tender way he brushed the hair out of your eyes, or how gently he worked the minuscule buttons of your top, tugging the fabric off your shoulders.

/ It’s not funny, anymore; it’s not /

Next he began the careful work of removing the white trousers of your uniform, helping you out of them without a word. When his lips returned to yours once again, you were filled with a sense of warmth, nearly painful. You’d miss him, you’d miss this.

/ My heart is like a stallion /

You pulled away for a quick breath. When your eyelids fluttered open, he smiled tightly- and it was shockingly obvious how much it hurt. Worried creased that weren’t present before lined his eyes and he looked… Pained.

/ They love it more when it’s broken /

Strong arms wrapped protectively around your waist, tepid skin against skin. His lips clasped over yours again, suddenly fervent and demanding, leaving you breathless. This was familiar, but still bore the tinged of sadness. Despondent, your fingers intertwined in his hair, letting him fill the cold void between your bodies.

/ Do you want to feel beautiful /

“I love you.”

/ Do you want to /

“As I love you, [name].”