#jayle

[cybercybertron]

Originally I was just going to make it a Dream mpreg as a Jaydarle thing pairing wise. However, I know we know via tng that Klingon females usually carry but there’s been nothing that comes to recent memory that says males can’t either/fuck it it’s gonna be an AU. should I get both Darem and Jay-Den pregnant? 😈😏

yes

no

Voting ended onFeb 27

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kyle doing one of those “showing my boyfriend things he’s never seen before” videos with the mad mask but it’s basic engineering, loving parents, and the concept of first person pronouns

[cybercybertron]

Idk if this’ll be an mpreg fic or just a Drabble but have some poly food.

Darem Reyimi lay there on his back staring into the dark of his shared dorm.

His mind was elsewhere.

He kept thinking back to that evening when he'd walked into Jay-Den's dorm. When he'd taught him the battle breathing technique common among his kind.

Unbidden his thoughts turned to that night. When Jay-Den had invited him to his quarters. When they'd had sex for the first time.

His ears went red at the memory, a dreamy sort of grin on his face that he never would've dared to have around anyone else.

Except Kyle maybe.

The doors hissing open jerked Darem out of his reverie. He schooled his face back into something akin to boredom only to realize it'd been too late.

A jacket landed smack on his face and he jerked, startled.

"What the hell was that for?" he exclaimed, sitting up and chucking it back at its owner.

Caleb stood snuggly just inside their doorway. "You were daydreaming again."

"Was not." it was a childish answer, but for the moment Darem didn't care.

"You had that dorky grin on your face like you were mooning over someone."

[cybercybertron]

We need Jay-Den poly on screen.

[cybercybertron]

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getting worked up about adult jack stanley again. he kills kyle– someone he’s known for years, someone who he’s traded blows with and invented with and maybe even loved. he kills him and regrets it as he’s doing it, tries to hold back. and then he’s sent back to the past with walter. walter locks him up and tortures him, and i can bet you anything that jack thinks he deserves it, that this is his punishment. and he rots away in a cell for years, until one day the door is wrenched open and he’s carried away. and jack wakes up, expecting to be hurt again, and there’s kyle. a twelve year old kyle, but kyle nonetheless. and he wants to know if he’s okay and how long he was trapped and jack doesn’t believe what he’s seeing but kyle says of course it’s me, how did you get so old? and jack laughs and laughs because kyle is alive and he can’t save the thirty year old kyle but he can save this one and maybe he can live again after all. and he says i was going to ask you how you got so young.

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a song that i wrote for a hypothetical archvillain musical. it’s a duet between kyle and the mad mask, set while they’re working in the basement. really plays up how kyle gets really dependent on the mad mask. the original song was...way less angsty. also yall get to hear me sing a duet all by my dang self.

(lyrics under cut!)

LYRICS:

Kyle: I’m a wreck, I’m a loser, I’m a dropout.

I’m the thing that people don’t grow up to be.

Any other sane person would have talked it out.

But that’s one of the perks of being me.

I’m the textbook definition of a villain.

If you look right in the dictionary, there I am.

So don’t feed me pretty lies so I can fill in

All the holes where no one ever gave a damn.

I get that I’m a loser. I get that I’m a jerk.

But please don’t tell me things that aren’t true.

Hearing them from everybody else is just work

But I couldn’t stand hearing them from you.

Mask: There’s something about you

I cannot quite place

Your moral ideation brings a slight pigmentation

To my face.

There’s something about you

That isn’t quite real.

And though it isn’t rational, my heart is still attached to

How you make me feel.

I can’t ever be a rock to rely on

I can’t be another Mike or Mairi.

But if you want a shoulder to cry on

You can always use the shoulder on me.

I’m a screwup, I’m a monster, I’m delirious.

Just ask anyone who’s stared into my eyes.

And you don’t know the horrors I’ve experienced

Just for the crime of wanting to kiss guys.

I get that I’m annoying, I get that I’m ambitious.

But please don’t hurt me more than you need to.

The world may call my existence malicious.

But I couldn’t stand hearing that from you.

Kyle: There’s something about you.

I know what you mean.

Everything about you makes me wish that I had found you

‘Fore my teens.

There’s something about you

I cannot control

And although you are a blight, no one shines quite as bright

You have touched my soul.

Both: Don’t tell me I’m amazing, don’t tell me I’m a treasure

Cause the world has knocked me off that path askew

Everybody seems to put me under tons of pressure

But it all just fades away when I’m with you.

There’s something about you

That brightens my day

I know that this is rare, but I really have to share

That I feel this way

There’s something about you

That makes life worthwhile

And I’m really not sure–

Mask: This is far from pure–

Kyle: But you have allure–

Both: And you make me want to smile.

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number forty-seven said to number three, “you’re the cutest jailbird i ever did see”