o6 🔥 all that time you thought i was sad

[pillz]

Who: Joseph Kavinsky or Boobvinsky & CR & you
When: April & throughout May, catch-all
Where: Various regions, various chaos, various Kavinskisms.
What: Operation Idiotic Apocalyptic Revenge and Accidentally Falling For Hot Boys & Girls are concurrently underway, under the leadership of one Joseph "I Definitely Know What I'm Doing" Kavinsky. Note that the cut is empty, I just wanted to put more of the Stars' lyrics in here because they're beautiful. Feel free to tag me with a starter of your own!
Warnings: NSFW for explicit sexual content, also Kavinsky is highly offensive (homophobic, racist, sexist comments, harassment, references to past felonies likely); mental health, suicidality often in meta.


as promised there is absolutely nothing here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[pillz]

[kavinsky's eyes are bright and lips parted with anticipation. laying back, looking up at the boy and his blue-skinned face, descending from above, the feel of the other boy's weight sprawled pleasantly across his lap. like a sultan in his giant silky morass of a bed, his own palatial space, waiting for his soft concubines to gently treat him. i mean that's a horrible metaphor, but fairly appropriate to the degree of entitlement with which kavinsky regards the world.

and then kurt kisses him on the cheek.

the dream thief is silent for a long moment, blinking at the ceiling as the mutant withdraws. and then-- he busts up laughing. peals of it crashing across the room, unadulterated and primal. his eyes squeeze shut. you can almost see all the way down his throat.] H--ol—y fuck, you little bastard. [there is a rather inappropriate note of admiration in his voice when he says that. it doesn't particularly make sense, given which of them is being the actual bastard in this situation, but when has joseph kavinsky ever?]

[shadowblends]

[Gosh, that reaction wasn't anything like what he'd been anticipating.

In an overly deliberate manner, Kurt's head tips to the side, eyebrows hiking up to show just how surprised he is. He has to admit, the way Kavinsky had looked before his abrupt outburst was almost ... tempting, as if that gave him a reason to continue teasing the dreamer. Except, he knows better now; he can't play that game with Kavinsky without falling right into his hands. (Quite literally, in fact, if last time offered any insight.)]

Not the word I'd have used, but to each their own. [Nonetheless, blue demon boy lets a smirk overtake his earlier bafflement at the sound of Kavinsky's laughter. His affectionate tone seems somewhat misleading, although that could only be Kurt looking too far into something that isn't there-- a fondness in the timbre of his voice that makes him wonder: why? It's something that he can't bring himself to ask vocally, though.

He straightens and settles both hands in his lap, fingers laced together, chin tucked close to his chest now.] You're an odd one, Kavinsky. I like that about you. [A beat.] But what I might like more is how you don't seem to care what people think about you.