7 Works by freefall
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It was getting harder to breathe. Neil wasn’t sure if that was because of the frigid air freezing his breath in his lungs or because of the knife wound in his side.
Snowed In AU.
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one love, one house by freefall for cats-are-assholes
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
07 Dec 2017
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It’s the little things that make an apartment into a home, that make a sequence of moments into a life.
Or, five times Andrew hates that damn couch, and one time he thinks it isn’t so bad.
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Andrew was just trying to get some ice cream and a pack of cigarettes. He certainly didn't ask to get trapped in a hostage situation. The would-be robber was waiting for the superhero Teflon to arrive. The only problem: Teflon was already there, without a mask and without his damn cigarettes.
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“Yeah, yeah, I got it, Zimms, you don’t want to see me.” Kent pushed back from the bar, mouth twisting bitterly, and abandoned his drink. “I’m not stalking you, promise.” He made a split-second, impulsive decision. “I’m here to see him.” He reached out and pulled in the nearest Falconer, not even looking at his face.
“You’re here to see…Tater?” Jack asked incredulously.
In the history of the world, people have probably done crazier things to save face in front of an ex. Probably.
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Dex would like to state for the record that when it all started he was just minding his own business. He was avoiding the madness of a typical kegster, standing along the wall, nursing a beer and watching Lardo and Ransom obliterate some dudes at beer pong, when a loud eruption of cheering came from the living room.
Nursey was on top of the table again.
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When Kent adopts a stray dog the worst thing that he was expecting was fleas or difficulties house-training. He never thought he would have to deal with pack disputes between Russian werewolves.
Kent would like it to be known that he is a cat person and he never signed up for any of this shit.
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Later, when the fight is over and the wounds are bandaged, and it’s just you and Mickey again in the hull of an abandoned warehouse, the only light coming from some flickering candles and the only warmth from the slow heat of cheap gin in your stomach, is when he asks. ‘Course he asks, and you realize that somewhere along the way he had learned you just as well as you learned him (and how is that even fair when he didn’t have the advantage of knowing his parallel universe self, but he did it anyway. Bloody Mickey.)