WhERE IS ALL OF THE SELINA MEYER FANFICTION??? THIS IS TERRIBLE. I CRAVE SELINA MEYER SMUT AND I RECEIVE NOTHING.
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Guess who confused the types of coffee in my parents' house and accidentally drank 4 doses of Greek coffee instead of a double espresso?
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Wip Wednesday 📸
I am adamant on getting back into the saddle, so have yet another snip from the insta fic. It's kinda dramatic but it's still pretty much just the prelude lmao
The call turned out to be a major three alarm apartment fire, which, due to some faulty insulation no doubt, was going up in flames way faster than it should have in Eddie’s opinion.
After getting asigned into groups by the IC, they fought their way through falling debris, breaking down doors and looking for survivors, up to the very top floor, until they deemed the scene clear.
“Let’s get out of here.” Chimney called over, his voice muffled by his visor and the thick smoke surrounding them.
Eddie barely just opened his mouth to reply when the building groaned under their feet and the whole floor suddenly shifted with the loud, telltale creak of the walls.
“Let’s, let’s go, let’s go!” Chimney waved his arms around, urging Eddie and the rest of their group to make their way towards the stairs.
They were close, but not close enough.
One moment, Eddie was hurrying through corridors with singed wallpaper and billowing smoke and the next, he was free falling from two stories high and landing on top of a large pile of debris and his own oxygen tank.
The pain was unlike anything he had ever experienced before — and he was shot during his last tour in Afghanistan. In all fairness, it wasn’t that it was more painful than a bullet wound, more so that it felt like melting into scorching hot molasses; blisteringly hot and yet somehow numbing.
He couldn’t hear much aside from the blood rushing through his ears and the flames crackling away as they ate up the building around him, board by board — and his own breaths becoming louder and more spaced behind the plastic of his visor.
He knew what was coming and all he could hope for was that his team would get to him in time; or if not, that they’d get out of there alive without him.
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