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workofgypsies:

Kurt stops typing to glance over at his phone, his mug of coffee halfway to his lips. He almost drops it when he sees the name on the screen.

[ text - тупой ]; Are you ok?

He wants to call. Wants to hear Dave’s voice and listen for what typed little messages can so easily keep hidden. 

What mess have you gotten yourself into?

[ text - babe ]; yeah i’m good [ text - babe ]; just driving rich white guys [ text - babe ]; pays good

but that’s not really the truth. not really. and he wants to call even if it’s to hear kurt’s breathing because it settles a frantic piece of himself that’s terrified of vanishing under the weight of who he really is under the dopey smile.

because kurt’s seen the most of him, of david, of the man who’d fought and dug his way into an icy world of death. when he’d looked down, shallow breath and cold lost eyes, he let kurt see him for the first time when he’d bent him in half to fuck him slowly into the mattress.

[ text - babe ]; roomie snores tho [ text - babe ]; dumbass named reggie

more lies.

i miss you, he almost types and then erases immediately after. it’d just make kurt worry and he doesn’t want to explain what he’s done with the butterfly knife and gun under his pillow.

[ text - babe ]; u miss me?

#workofgypsies #i tried not to make it long a novel by krio #with a foreward by kerri titled 'no but we tried.png'

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-- workofgypsies

[ text - babe ]; hey [ text - babe ]; you up?

and honestly he probably shouldn’t be texting kurt but he can’t sleep and he knows his boy’s schedule better than anyone. so he’s laying in a shitty motel room with matthew asleep in the other bed.

they’ve spent the day doing dirty work and up to their elbows in blood.

[ text - babe ]; sorry i didn’t txt sooner

#workofgypsies #thank god you can't see what he has you saved in his contacts as kurt

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#♕ . [ radio haze ] #dave you have the weirdest taste in music it all sounds like music you play during a fight or saying goodbye

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-- xuteo

“Man open your damn door.”

there’s a loud pounding followed by a sharp exhale. dave hated this place, hated this kid, and hated this job already. it was too much like before when he’d been cold and ruthless and remembered what it felt like to kill and not carry it like weight. matthew was a living reminder, a breathing figment of twisted shadow and ill intent.

“Matty cmon, hurry up.”

his voice freezes over, the cold crawling back in his veins as he’s forced into that mindset. it’ll make it easier to get this done but harder to come back. his pulse evens, the rabbiting pace easing to something level and even. it was just like lompoc, just like the days before kurt found him, like the days when he didn’t have family and there was just the job.

like the days before ‘dave’.

#xuteo

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diiscotechjuliet:

If I Had A Heart | Fever Ray

if I had a heart I could love you if I had a voice I would sing

#♕ . [ radio haze ]

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seriouslydontfreakout:

Well shit. 

That uh…that was not something Scott was expected to get called out on. It feels like uneven ground as he blows out a shaky breath, trying to think (and talk) on the fly without screwing this up. 

He doesn’t know if Luis wants their friends to know. If ‘people knowing’ meant casual touch on the street, and not addressing the people closest to them. Which…Scott has already started to do. Shit. Shit shit shit. 

“Thank you.”

So he sticks with something easy, jostling himself affectionately against Dave’s shoulder. 

there’s a slight huff and dave doesn’t exactly tell him it’s okay but hey, he doesn’t tell them a lot of things. scott doesn’t know how many strings and favors he had to pull to get kurt a lead. he’s got a feeling kurt is beginning to catch on but they haven’t— they haven’t really talked since the night luis was taken.

ash is flicked off to the side and smoke comes tumbling out away from scott’s face. “Man you ain’t got nothing to thank me for you know that.” it’s softly spoken, like he gets where scott is coming from. there was a lot from the roadtrip home that kind of made him think about things more carefully with slight consideration instead of callous disregard.

his phone rings.

it’s a heavy weight in his pocket that he hoists after slipping his arm away from scott’s shoulders. the number causes his expression to harden and then he’s flicking away his cigarette before answering.

“Yeah it’s me.” a pause, a hardening of his features. “Yeah I understand. Look, tell him David and Matt got this handled alright? I’ll call later to confirm.” hanging up feels strangely like slipping a noose around his throat. glancing sidelong at scott there’s a brief smile.

“I’m glad your boy’s safe. But I got some business, you good man?”

#seriouslydontfreakout

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hello-lesbians:

Kinda wanna cuddle with you till we fall asleep together, also kinda wanna slow grind on you and give you hickeys and make you cum

#side eyes #workofgypsies #re . you and me we ride or die

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seriouslydontfreakout:

justawheelman

“Thank you.”

He leans back against the brick of the building, staring out into the parking lot. This whole ordeal has left him shaken, and it has Scott staring down his every mistake, and desperately wanting to do something to smooth them over, just in case.

“And…I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I’ve been pretty caught up in my stuff, and I know you have a lot going on, and I’ve not been the best friend through it. Which sucks. Because you’re my boy, you know?”

smoke spirals out between them, dave’s head resting back agains the wall and a harsh breath slipping free in the silence before scott fills it. thank you, he says, and dave has to hold back the laughter quiet and manic as it feels. he wants to be mad at scott but he can’t, the fool’s in love and he acted without thinking.

flicking ash away, there’s a brief huff and he shakes his head.

“Man you stupider than I thought if you think I need some damn apology.” but there’s no real heat to it and that might be a slight sideways grin offered as he loops an arm around scott’s shoulders. “Yeah yeah, you been busy making gooey eyes at Luis. Dumb white boy dealing with his problems ain’t expected to be thinkin’ straight.”

fingers ruffle scott’s hair.

“We alright fam.”

#seriouslydontfreakout

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workofgypsies:

The whispered mantra makes his chest tighten—whether it’s with laughter or something much darker, he doesn’t know. But the sound that leaves Kurt’s lips is breathless and broken; relieved and desperate all at once. He kisses Dave almost angrily, letting the man take his weight as he’s all but carried to his bed.

He feels too hot, and the bite of Dave’s teeth on his throat robs him of all possible words he could offer. All except one name ensnared in a rasp of breath and, fuck—he knows he will hate himself tomorrow, but right now he couldn’t care less.

Kurt begs in a language he knows Dave will not understand. Pleads quietly for that hot mouth that bites and licks its way down to his hips, and digs his fingers into the meat of broad shoulders. His own silent revenge for the way his heart aches with every whispered denial, when even his voice betrays him with sounds that only ask for more.

“Dae—…” A startled gasp as Dave takes him in his mouth, and Kurt’s chest shudders with the broken moan that’s ripped out of his lungs.

he can feel that kurt is pissed, honestly he can’t blame him because yeah this whole thing is shit. dave knows on some level that he’s an ass for pushing and pressing onward. kurt deserves someone who isn’t terrified of the past catching up. someone willing to stomach the fear of losing kurt. so his lips are bruised in the wake of kurt’s anger and he swallows it down greedily.

because he wants to feel this tomorrow when he goes back to feeling nothing at all.

pale skin is gorgeous, painted with a flush of arousal and dave can’t help but drink in the sight through hungry eyes. the russian is broken, gone through a haze of gin and half-understanding. there will be bruises on his shoulder in the shape of kurt’s nails and dave finds himself not caring as he looks up, mouth hollowed around velveteen heat.

kurt is beautiful.

he looks so undone, woefully taken apart and held together by his steady hands and the wet slide of his mouth. as he sinks low, as he ceases his breath and swallows hotly, dave watches with his heart thudding fast and hard in his chest.

god, he feels himself fall harder.

his mouth peals away with a wet lewd pop and dave is crawling up shuddering ribs and pale skin with soft lips with idle nips. fingers coax those angry eyes back, caressing the curve of his jaw and stealing a slow kiss.

“…I love you.”

it’s almost tragic he won’t remember in the morning.

#workofgypsies #welcome to hell carlota #i reserved a table for us #and ordered a side order of fu c k me uP

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[The voicemail is frantic, no matter how much he tries to cling to his self control.] Someone took Luis. His house is trashed. He's gone.

when the morning rolls around, he’s got a slight hangover and something warm pressed against his side. it’s not like he remembers much, just bits and pieces of what he imagines would be a damn good fever dream.

there’s warm breath against his neck and somehow he’s not all that surprised. it’s not a mistake so much as something he won’t address just yet because looking at kurt silently through the half shadows of his bedroom is painful. those thing fingers are splayed across his chest and dark hair is a mess. it does something, looking at kurt, and realizing the first thought is how fucking beautiful he looks here at his side.

all the sudden he can’t stay in bed any longer.

and he wants to apologize to kurt but they both know he never will. at most he moves just enough to run his fingers through dark hair and press a soft kiss above the dark hickeys that ventured too high up kurt’s throat. there are bruises along pale skin and he wants to feel bad but it’s enough to know for one night kurt was his even if all he’s left with is the bitter aftertaste of gin.

getting out of bed, he lets kurt sleep and tugs on his boxers and pants. as he makes his way into the kitchen to make some coffee, dave idly flicks through his messages (all of them from luis from last night) and then sees a missed call from scott. there’s a brief moment where he sighs and almost rolls his eyes. honestly, white boy couldn’t go two days without getting on his case.

but as he holds the phone to his ear and continues getting ready, it’s when the message finally plays that red flags go up. scott sounds on the verge and then he starts to talk. ice runs down his veins and he hangs up before the message has a time to finish.

shit.

already he’s dialing a number and wishing he didn’t have to as he closes his eyes tightly and pinches the bridge of his nose. finishing getting ready is easy when you’re up at dawn and there’s coffee waiting for kurt along with that yogurt he likes and some fruit. it’s left silently on the nightstand and an alarm set to wake him in ten minutes. least he can do as he finishes the brief letter telling kurt that he had free reign of his place.

“Yeah, Dom? Yeah it’s me. I need a favor man.”

he locks the door behind himself and leaves kurt in bed, lets him sleep a bit more, and palms his keys as he walks down the drive to his car.

“Get me the number of that kid that owes you one. I gotta go hunting for someone who messed with my family. Yeah I know he’s crazy. I don’t care, just get me in touch yeah?”

he’s not gonna tell scott the terrible things he’s about to do. thankfully he knows he doesn’t have to because they’d come to some sort of agreement during the drive back. and hell, if he died—

dave chances a look back up at his apartment, chances a thought to the man still in his bed. yeah, if he died at least his heart would be safe.

the engine roars to life and he doesn’t look back this time.

#seriouslydontfreakout #w e lp #time to get into some real shit with dave #because people messed with his family #so he's pulling out the big guns

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#side eyes #workofgypsies #re . you and me we ride or die #re . blast it till the speakers blow

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[text] I got that nba2k15 calling your name bro [text] i think a rematch is in order [text] I've been practicing on my 3s and got that layup on lockdown.

sorry luis, he’s not gonna be answering his phone just yet because he’s drunk and busy kissing his friend. he’s aware it’s buzzing a few times somewhere in his pocket. but his pants are on the floor and dave’s got his hands full of kurt’s hair as he yanks it back just enough to bare his throat as he grinds down slow and stifles a groan in pale skin.

yeah—

it’ll be a little bit until he gets to those texts bro. but he’ll be happy to whoop your ass in nba any day of the week. just not now.

cause sorry, he’s got kurt’s lip between his teeth and that moan that comes out does too many things he’s not willing to admit yet.

#arewethegoodguys #yes you've reached the voicemail of dave i'm currently in denial and wanting to bone my best friend but hey leave a message after the beep

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-- workofgypsies from [ x ]

“I’m not gay.”

he says it like a broken record as he crowds in close tasting the burn of gin and vodka off kurt’s mouth. it’ll be like a fever dream until it isn’t when the morning comes around. because kurt has never slept in his bed, in his place. but here they are, his fingers fumbling with the lock before hands settle at hips and he bites at a lower lip.

it’ll be awkward for a while and he’s probably going to ignore luis’ place because kurt was beginning to know him without him saying a damn word. it was good. dave didn’t do opening up to people because it was dangerous. it’ll be worried about tomorrow when they spiral back to square one and things are terse between them.

right now he’s more concerned about kissing kurt harder and getting those clothes off. fingers dig into pale skin and he hefts kurt up, guiding his legs around his hips and holds him up even though his mind is hazy with gin.

“I’m not gay,” he breathes out against kurt’s throat, leaving bites and idle hickeys because fuck if it doesn’t look pretty on all that milky skin. dave has his hands on kurt and carries him back away from the door towards the bedroom.

the sheets are crisp against his hands as he lays kurt out, teeth dragging just this side of painful down bared skin. his mouth lingers at kurt’s hip, breath hot and teeth digging in before he leaves a bruise of a mark there.

#workofgypsies #i'm not gay he tells himself as he casually undresses his best friend #i'm not gay he says when he starts to go down on him #right dave #sure

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it happens like a goddamn hurricane. with the shadow of gin and the aching loneliness of his apartment. it’s the first time he’s taken kurt here but he’s blind drunk and hands cradle kurt’s face as he bites and licks his way into that kiss kurt asked for. “I’m not gay,” he hisses into the heat of kurt’s mouth and kicks the front door shut behind them tugging at belts and fabric until there's tatters on the ground.

It’s been days since his mistake. Since he allowed the alcohol to get the best of him and asked for what he’d known Dave would not let himself give.

They finished that night apart for a change. Kurt got drunker than usual and showed up at Luis’ place with some slurred answer about Dave having taken someone home.

Despite the few awkward days that followed, he thinks they’re close to okay now. Dave’s not hiding anymore, and Kurt will not make the same mistake again.

Only the door’s barely closed and that’s Dave’s hand on his face–Dave’s name on his tongue cut short by the man himself as he pulls Kurt into a kiss.

It’s not exactly graceful. They’re both drunk, and surprise leaves Kurt stumbling back against the door. But he’s not finished making mistakes, apparently, because he kisses back.

“I know.”

It’s a step forward to the three steps back they will take tomorrow. Then Dave will dive into jobs and return with bloody knuckles and bruises again, and Kurt will hide behind his laptop.

But that’s tomorrow.

Tonight, he lets the usual masks dissolve to nothing and drowns in a mistake now twice made.

#howls in anguish #g o d #dammit #carlota #re . you and me we ride or die #workofgypsies

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#chinhands and waits for carlota to see the thing #CHINHANDS

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callitcoulson:

It’s my birthday! so have a bias list of the goobers darlings who I adore (from near and afar, vocally and quietly, shyly and obviously).

        the sweetie pies from my personal for         whom my love transcends blogs

endiness, gwaevalarin, chrodoara, cadycharmeleon, fallingthishard

        the cupcakes who i talk to ooc on a         regular basis and who mean a lot to         me and clint

notuptoyou, levxleur, ofchaosandfire, dropmyneedlejarvis, itsxscience, myfairlad, needswcrk, thequickavenger, nottheteamsociopath, katebxshop, scarlettransian, littlebennettbitch, armydoccallahan, delilamackenna, msmysticundead, chaosmxgic, @gcoopers

        the sugarplums who i adore and wish to adopt

wxngman, seriouslydontfreakout, arewethegoodguys, justawheelman, workofgypsies, quicksilverblur, thedivideddoctor, howling-commando-fury, galahadinbespoke, imwithturbo, metuspes, goddessof-wisdom, dontdoboyfriends, thefemalehawkeye, damagedtoysoldier, @katesgotabow, barneythecarnie, weiirdsiister

[smooshes everyone’s cheeks] even if i didn’t put you on this thingy, i adore you and i’m glad you’re here and you can always hit up my ask. 

i love you guys!

#omg ba b e #HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU #looks at blog and it's 9 followers and whispers what have i done to deserve 9 angels #ooc

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seriouslydontfreakout:

He’s got less than a day in the city, and so much shit to do he doesn’t know how the hell he’s going to manage it. He’s supposed to check in with Pym, and let him look over the suit. He’s got to pick up Cassie from school, and honestly? He just wants to lay in bed with Luis for a couple of hours. 

But he’s not going to do anything until he does this. 

This is more important.

He’s got Bahn Mi from the place down the street, and a couple of sodas in the glass bottles balanced on his fingers as he nudges the door with his foot. 

All it took was one look at Dave last night when he got in to know something was up.

“Hey, it’s Scott. Open up.”

there’s a long groan that echoes the empty halls of the apartment. but when he checks to see who it is there’s and hears the voice. great. he wonders if luis said something or if this is because he’s been holed up.

locks click and shift and the door is left wide open.

dave meets those eyes with a raised brow and a slow sigh.

but he doesn’t argue and just steps aside.

“Yeah, well, get your ass in here before the neighbors stare.”

that’s all he manages before turning back inside, bruises painting a violent picture up his shoulder. another job, another hefty paycheck and it was enough to give him a few more months of pretending.

grabbing a tank off the back of a chair, he slowly pulls it back on and continues into the kitchen with a sigh, rubbing his face and chasing away sleep. it’s enough to riffle through his cabinets until he finds the spices that scott is notorious for dashing his food with.

“Here to give me the speech ‘bout how I shouldn’t hole up and work to cope with my issues?”

#seriouslydontfreakout #in which it's revealed scott ends up knowing dave better than anyone #which breaks my heart