Bridgerton Siblings As Brooklyn 99:

“I haven’t danced in so long,” Saracen whispered, burying his face into Dexter’s chest. The sound of a piano echoed through the room, though in reality it was just a recording being played from Dexter’s phone.

“Me neither,” Dexter breathed, “I can’t remember the last time we’ve had peace and quiet.”

“I know,” Saracen affirmed, “We fight so hard.”

“And we deserve a break.”

Saracen nodded, and Dexter lifted his arm to spin him, and accidentally, Saracen misstepped, and his foot met Dexter’s toe. Instead of letting go, though, Dexter laughed and gripped Saracen tightly.

“Oh, sorry!” Saracen laughed.

Dexter shook his head, “You don’t sound sorry!”

Saracen stepped on him again, laughing, “I’m not.”

Dexter grinned and stomped on Saracen’s foot, gentle enough not to hurt him, “Ow! You did that on purpose!” Saracen kicked out, but Dexter leaned down and grabbed him, and picked him up.

“Hey!” Saracen cried, “What happened to dancing?”

“You tried to kick me!” Dexter exclaimed.

“You started it!”

Dexter ignored him and threw him onto the bed, and climbed up onto his waist. Saracen wrapped his arms around Dexter, who leaned down to kiss him, and whose hands were tightly gripping Saracen’s waist and travelling up his shirt.

“So much for dancing,” Saracen gasped, feeling the warmth of Dexter’s hands on his skin. Dexter laughed and kissed him again, but then he lowered himself beside Saracen.

“It’s late. We should sleep,” Dexter said, running his hands through Saracen’s hair, and Saracen rested his head on Dexter’s chest, and snuggled up to him.

“Fine,” Saracen muttered, having been looking forward to a long night.

Dexter, amused, said, “It’s okay. We have all day tomorrow.

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“You need to stop seeing [Villain].”

“Well I can’t exactly stand them up, now can I? That would be rude.”

The hero was walking around, getting ready for their hang-out session with the villain, while their colleague annoyingly trailed behind them.

“Am I the only one who sees how insane this is? They’re a villain.”

“Plaid or graphic tee?” the hero asked, holding up a shirt in each hand.

“I should hardly think that matters.”

“You’re right. It’s not like our clothes will be staying on very long anyways.” The hero grinned at the way the other superhero flushed.

Still, their colleague pressed on. “How is this not a conflict of interest?”

The hero shrugged. “We compartmentalize,” they said, pulling on the plaid shirt. “Enemies in the streets – ”

“You don’t need to finish that sentence.”

“ – fuckbuddies in the sheets.”

Their colleague sighed.

“Why, [Colleague], I never would have marked you for a prude.”

“Look, what you do in your personal life is your business …”

“Glad we’re agreed.”

“ … except when it puts the residents of this city at risk.”

The hero rolled their eyes. “Have you always been this dramatic?” They walked into the bathroom and picked up their toothbrush.

“You are vulnerable when you’re with [Villain].”

“And they’re vulnerable with me. That’s kind of how intimacy works.” They applied toothpaste and started brushing.

Their colleague shook their head, leaning against the doorframe. “I don’t get it. Why are you so insistent on staying with them?”

The hero peered at their reflection and smiled. There were lots of reasons.

Things were open between the hero and villain, and they both had other partners. But none of the hero’s other friends with benefits had both Smash Bros and DDR. And none of them could do that thing with their tongue where …

Well, let’s just say the villain was a very talented individual.

Plus …

“[Villain] is literally the only other aroallo person I know,” they said, after spitting out their toothpaste.

The hero’s other partners accepted them, and didn’t expect anything romantic from them. But none of them quite got it the way the villain did.

Their colleague looked away. “I’m sure that’s very valuable for you …”

“Yeah, it is. You have no idea how much.” The hero wiped their mouth. “You’ve never felt the loneliness of thinking you’re the only person like yourself in the whole goddamn world.”

Their colleague looked up, meeting their gaze with a grim expression. “You’re right. I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

The hero let out a breath. “But you still think I’m being selfish.”

“Yes.”

The hero nodded. They could appreciate the honesty, at least.

“I’m about to start pissing,” they said, gesturing to the toilet. “So if you don’t mind …”

Their colleague straightened. “I’ll go wait in the other room.”

“It might be best if you just let yourself out. [Villain] will be here pretty soon to pick me up.”

Their colleague didn’t look happy, but they gave a single nod. “We’ll talk about this another time.”

“Can’t wait.”

When they heard the front door shut behind their colleague, the hero’s shoulders loosened, and they let out a sigh.

They could see where their colleague was coming from. Really. But they just didn’t understand the villain like the hero did.  

And, frankly, it was none of their business.

The hero stared at themself in the mirror for a moment, then patted their cheeks a couple times. They had an amazing evening ahead of them, they just had to focus on that.

And try not to let the rest of it bother them.

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Nah see I don't get how the same people who bash the Weasleys are the same people who defend Malfoy and Snape, like how does that even work?

Like we can defend racists, purists, and classist bullie, but we have to draw the line at a kid who gets overwhelmed on the run from a mass murderer runs away for a split second and the. fights like hell to get back.

Where are people's priorities?

Heterosexual aro/ace people are still a part of the lgbt+ community

Heterosexual aro/ace people are still a part of the lgbt+ community

Heterosexual aro/ace people are still a part of the lgbt+ community

Heterosexual aro/ace people are still a part of the lgbt+ community

Heterosexual aro/ace people are still a part of the lgbt+ community

Heterosexual aro/ace people are still a part of the lgbt+ community

Heterosexual aro/ace people are still a part of the lgbt+ community

Heterosexual aro/ace people are still a part of the lgbt+ community

Heterosexual aro/ace people are still a part of the lgbt+ community

I'll come and politely slaughter your stupid ass if you say otherwise

yo i made these gifs based on this video also i’ve seen some similar ones around but i wanted to make my own. feel free to use or something

Kit x Ty Balcony oneshot

ackkk im so bad at writing my little intros to these so i apologize in advance lol

did i wait until new year's to post a oneshot that was requested weeks ago? yes, yes i did. in my defense. im shit at remembering to write stuff. on the bright side, i'm actually pretty proud of this one so....yeah.

anyways, my lovely friend @tys-kitty requested this a couple of weeks ago and I loved the idea so I had to write it!!! i believe it was inspired by a post by @aro-ace-cat-lady but i dont have the original post. whoops.

anyways, this is a KitTy first kiss *and sort of love confession* on the Chiswick balcony.

word count is abt 2k :D

make sure to reblog if you enjoyed it to help get this out to more people thank you very much. I am sending virtual hugs and kisses to all who take the time to reblog :)

if you want any more KitTy content from me, i have a playlist linked here as well as two oneshots of the reunion scene from sobh which are linked here and here. I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS FOR BOTH ONESHOTS AND PLAYLISTS.

anywayssss enjoy :DDDD

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Sometimes Kit felt like Blackthorn Hall seemed to be closing in on him. The shadows felt like they were growing, wrapping around him. Suffocating him. Despite everything that Emma and Julian had done to fix it up, there was just something about it…

If Kit was being honest, he kind of hated it here. It gave him shivers and made him feel like he was being watched from all directions. He couldn’t tell if it was because of Blackthorn Hall’s history, or because of the fact that it used to be haunted by a ghost, or because there was something demonic about it, lurking in the shadows…

Or maybe it was because of what happened last time he had been here with certain members of the Blackthorn family. And while yes, parts of that had been resolved, Kit still thought often about that stupid day in the kitchen with the stupid gun. And with Ty.

Speaking of Ty, he’d disappeared. He’d left the kitchen this morning at breakfast, giving some vague excuse to the rest of the Blackthorns and Tessa and Jem about some reading for the Scholomance, but Kit had a feeling that was bullshit. And now it was afternoon and Ty was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t reappear for training with Dru and Tavvy. Nor for lunch. And Kit wasn’t sure whether he should look for him or not. Was this normal for Ty?

It hit Kit yet again, as it always did, that he didn’t know Ty anymore. Once, he would’ve known without any hesitation where to find him, and whether or not he’d want to be found. Hell, he’d probably be with Ty already, wouldn’t have felt the need to look for him because he was already being included in Ty’s bubble.

Now…well…they couldn’t avoid each other. Not with everything that had been going on. But apparently they could still go without talking to each other beyond a basic level. Nothing beyond that. Ty wouldn’t even look at him. He’d been at Blackthorn Hall with his family all week, and he could count on one hand the amount of times Ty had even looked in his general direction.

Dru had been telling him he needed to fucking talk to Ty, but he kept holding it off. This was his chance, he might not get another one.

But he was so so scared. What could he even say to Ty? How could he explain to him how he felt? How could he even ask Ty what Ty was feeling? Did he even want to know what Ty was feeling? Kit feared it would hurt too much.

The door to Kit’s room opened and Dru strode in. She stalked right over to where he was lying on the bed, and she grabbed him by the ankle, yanking him off the bed swiftly. He landed on his ass on the ground, staring at her in confusion. She was glaring at him.

“Hey, what was that for??” He groaned, rubbing his hip. “That hurt, you know?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re fine, Kit, don’t be so dramatic.”

Kit stuck his tongue out at her and she cracked a smile. She offered him a hand up and he took it.

“Okay, but seriously, why did you do that?”

“Kit.” She stared at him intently. “My dear friend. My darling friend. My favorite person. My—”

“Okaaayyy, get to the point, Dru,” He grumbled.

She sighed. “I can’t find him, okay? I’m worried. He seemed kind of upset earlier, but I didn’t wanna say anything…but when he didn’t come down for lunch…”

Kit didn’t reply. He just looked at her. “Fine. I’ll look.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Kit.”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

As he left the room she called after him, “And remember what we’ve talked about! Communication!!”

He decided it would be in his best interest to ignore her snarky comment and continued on.

He immediately went to the balcony at Blackthorn Hall, because he didn’t know where else to find him. And oddly enough….there he was.

Ty’s back was to Kit, but Kit could see Ty’s shoulders stiffen as he stepped closer. Ty could clearly tell that he was there. But he didn’t turn around.

An awkward silence settled over them both. Kit stared at Ty’s back as Ty continued to pretend like he wasn’t there. He was running through things to say in his head but nothing came to mind.

“Do you need something?” Ty finally said, straightening. He still didn’t turn around.

“Yes—I mean—No. I mean—” Kit couldn’t seem to find the words. “I just…wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Finally Ty turned to him. He wouldn’t meet Kit’s eyes but he nodded. “I’m fine. You can leave now.”

Kit bit his lip. He should’ve expected this, this harsh dismissal. After everything, he shouldn’t have expected anything else.

But he didn’t want that to be it. This was his chance. To try to fix everything.

So he took a step forward.

Ty furrowed his brows. “I said you can leave me alone now.”

“I heard you, Ty,” Kit said softly. He took another step closer. He leaned against the balcony railing next to Ty. “But I think I’m going to stay out here, with you. To keep you company.”

Ty chewed on his lip, his expression torn. He looked confused, and kind of…nervous. “Are you—have you…um. Nevermind.”

“Hmm?” Kit asked, his heart starting to beat a little faster, anxious to know what Ty wanted to say.

“Nothing, sorry,” Ty said. Kit glanced over and noticed that Ty’s hands were clenched on the railing.

Fuck it, here was his chance.

“Ty.”

Ty turned his head a little quicker than Kit suspected he meant to. “Yes?”

“I forgive you,” Kit said softly. Now it was him who couldn’t meet Ty’s eyes. His stomach was all fluttery as he waited for Ty’s response. 

“What?”

“A while ago, you asked me how long it would take for me to forgive you and I told you I didn’t know,” Kit continued, closing his eyes as he remembered that horrible day, remembered his harsh words to Ty. He’d still been angry then. Still been hurt. Still felt like it was impossible to love or be loved. Now he realized how wrong he’d been. He knew now that he still loved Ty, just like he had when they were fifteen. Like he always would. His anger had subsided and all he felt when he thought back to those interactions was regret. He wished he’d been there for Ty when Ty had needed him most. “Well, now I know.”

“Kit.”

Kit turned slowly to face Ty. “Yeah?”

Ty reached out and grasped Kit’s hands. “You had every right to hate me. I know that now. I shouldn’t have expected you to forgive me. You still have every right to hate me.”

“But I don’t,” Kit blinked. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, Ty. I—”

“Don’t say it,” Ty said. “Please.”

Kit froze. His hands dropped from Ty’s. If he was honest, he hadn’t expected Ty to say it back. At least not in the way he wanted Ty to. But it still stung, not even being allowed to get the words out.

Ty peered at Kit’s face, and his own face fell. “I’ve offended you, haven’t I?”

“No, no you’re fine,” Kit said, aware how hollow his voice sounded. But he couldn’t help it. He was embarrassed all over again. “I can’t expect you to reciprocate, can I? Some things just aren’t meant to be—”

Ty’s brows furrowed. He looked confused. Then his expression became one of determination.“No, sometimes, I think they are.”

And then Ty grabbed Kit gently, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Every emotion flooded through Kit at once. This was the last thing he’d expected from this conversation. But now here he was, Ty grabbing him by the shirt, their lips pressed together—

And his entire brain was malfunctioning. He couldn’t form coherent thoughts. All he knew is that he liked it (perhaps too much) and that he was kissing Ty back.  He didn’t touch Ty, instead he gripped the balcony behind him, letting Ty take the lead. He only wanted whatever Ty wanted; nothing more, nothing that could be out of Ty’s comfort zone.

Kit had expected Ty to be more hesitant, but he wasn’t. He seemed almost desperate, like he was afraid Kit would push him away. And though Kit had kissed boys before, this was different. This was Ty. And any other person he’d ever kissed was completely and utterly forgettable to him in comparison to Ty. In fact, he had forgotten them. All he could think was Ty.

Then he heard the sound of someone coming onto the balcony. A voice followed the sound. “Kit, are you out here—”

Ty and Kit broke apart and turned to the voice. It was Tessa….with a sleeping Mina in her arms.

Tessa was staring at them, surprised. Her surprise turned into a small smile.

“Am I interrupting anything?”

Ty let go of Kit’s shirtfront and Kit straightened up. “Um, no. Hi…”

“Hi, Kit,” Tessa said, outright smirking now. Kit’s cheeks flushed bright red and he noticed that Ty was looking everywhere but at Kit or Tessa. “Sorry about that. I was coming to ask if you wouldn’t mind putting Mina to bed for her nap…but you seem busy so I’ll do it. No worries.” She turned and started walking away. She called back over her shoulder with an amused voice, “You kids have fun, see you later. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

Kit wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. That was embarrassing to say the least.

Ty coughed.

Kit turned back to him. “I’m so sorry–”

Ty pulled him in for another kiss. This one was just a quick brush of lips but it was enough to shut Kit up and offer a sheepish smile.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Ty said, sounding almost surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth. “So that’s what all the fuss is about.”

Oh.

“It was better than I was expecting,” Ty mused. “Probably because it was you.”

“So that means—”

“I liked it, Kit,” Ty said, moving so that he was leaning on the balcony next to Kit. He brushed his hand against Kit’s ever so slightly. “I like you. I never understood what people meant by that until you. But now, I understand what that means. I understand that feeling.”

Kit rubbed his other hand over his burning face to try and bring the color out of it. “I—I don’t know what to say.”

Ty turned to him. “Yes, you do. You’re just afraid to because I cut you off earlier. But I only did that because I wanted you to know how I felt first.”

“Ty….” Kit said slowly. “Did you really mean it when you said that some things are meant to be?”

“Yes, of course,” Ty replied. “Of course I meant it. I always mean what I say, especially when it comes to you. It’s taken me a lot longer to get there, but I know how I feel now. And I would never even consider lying to you about those feelings, because they involve you too. And because I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I love you, Ty,” Kit said after a moment of processing Ty’s words. “I’ve always loved you, ever since we were kids. I never stopped. And I never will.”

Ty rubbed his eyes, and Kit realized Ty was crying a little bit.

“Can I hug you?”

Ty nodded, and Kit slid his arms around Ty’s shoulders. Ty held onto Kit tightly. They stood like that for a long time, even after Ty had stopped crying. Kit suspected that Ty was trying to make up for three years wasted. And he was completely fine with that. Nothing was better than the feeling of Ty’s arms around him, knowing that Ty felt something for him. He didn’t want to call it love necessarily, because it was Ty’s decision to call it that and he hadn’t yet, but it was something. And Kit would take something.

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