#this is a tyhil post through and through
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Okay, let me talk about PokeDigiBey high school shenanigans because why not?
Kai is the oldest, so he's one year above the core gang, while Ash and Misty are one year below. Depending on the flow of the story I'm imagining, I shuffle Mimi being in the same year as the core gang or Ash and Misty, but most of the time she ends up with the former. Core gang includes Tyson, Hilary, Yamato, Taichi, Sora and Charlie (OC).
Tyson and Ash are in the baseball club together, though Tyson is not the Captain (even though he should have been but since Hiro is the Coach there's a lot of drama involved.) Taichi is obviously the Captain of the Soccer Club and Sora is their Coach (there's a whole story here), Kai is the Student Council President in his final year, after he graduates Hilary becomes the President. Mimi is the Captain of the Cheerleading Club, which includes Misty and many other Pokegirls (and her Vice Captain is ofc Dawn who also idolises Mimi). Misty is also a part of the Swim Club, and the regional Freestyle Champion.
A recurring plot line in most of my high school au scenarios is that when Kai moves out of town, he and Charlie decide to take a break in their relationship. Actually, Kai decides that and when he talks to Charlie about it, she wants to hide her vulnerability and doesn't want to come off as being too needy, so she agrees to the split even though deep down she believes that the two could pull off long distance (which isn't exactly long distance since Kai does mostly come home on weekends) if they tried. This was inspired by the song Why by Avril Lavigne. ( Fair warning but every single thing about my OC is inspired by Avril Lavigne's discography.)
With Tyson and Hilary, there are of course a billion scenarios, but two of the most common plot lines I follow are:
A) they're secretly sleeping with each other with a no strings kind of set up - Hilary is somewhat the poster girl for honour student, she's always under the spotlight which doesn't make it easy for her to date since most of the time it's difficult for her to gauge whether the person asking her out is interested in her, or the attention that comes with dating her. Tyson plays baseball under the tutelage of Hiro (who because of an injury couldn't progress his own career) but also practices kendo & shogi on the side because Ryu is afraid that their family traditions will die out. So he's too busy pleasing all his family members and their ambitions to even breathe, let alone date. Which is why the only sex, no feelings set up works very well for Tyson and Hilary UNTIL OF COURSE THEY CATCH INTENSE FEELINGS haha and then don't know how to backtrack to the beginning of their relationship and date each other properly which just leads to misunderstandings + unresolved feelings + angsty arguments.
B) Both are waiting for the other person to make a move - with their friend circles interacting so closely, it's impossible for them to avoid each other, so they both know that the spark exists between them. But when Hilary works up the courage and low-key confesses to Tyson in middle school, he isn't ready yet to accept how he feels and freaks out, turning her down by calling her "high maintenance". After which Hilary tries to stay as far away from him as possible, deciding that until Tyson doesn't flat out ask her out, she's not going to give him any attention. Meanwhile, Tyson thinks that since he hurt Hilary's feelings in the past, she doesn't want anything to do with him and tries his best to keep his distance from her (which Hilary thinks is him being completely disinterested towards her). So they kind of drift apart during high school, and only get a chance to interact again when they coincidentally sign up for the same elective class in college where they are - you guessed it - made partners for an assignment.
And originally this post was supposed to have snippets about each of the ships, but as you can see my TyHil heart doesn't know how to put a full stop when I start talking about them, so for now this is it 🥸
#pokedigibey posting#pokedigibey snippets#tyhil#kaixoc#beyblade#tyson granger#hilary tachibana#takao kinomiya#hiromi tachibana#kai hiwatari#oc: charlie takaishi/ando#not tagging the other charas because well they kinda only made a guest appearance lol#this is a tyhil post through and through
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i went through every beyblade art post on this blog and tagged the ships in them! many have only one post but anyway. that's y'all's fault for not requesting them more
garbo -- garland/boris gianliv -- giancarlo/olivier hiroming -- hiromi/mingming johnnyralf -- johnny/ralf -- i have no idea what to call this ship tbh julmao -- julia/mao julmat -- julia/mathilda kaihil -- kai/hiromi kaimax -- kai/max kairei -- kai/rei maoam -- mao/mariam maoemi -- mao/emily -- i have no idea what this ship is called^2 maomat -- mao/mathilda mingcest -- ming/ming OCxcanon -- any OCs with any canon characters reimao -- rei/mao reimax -- rei/max rickael -- rick/michael sermat -- sergey/mathilda tyhil -- takao/hiromi tyka -- takao/kai tymax -- takao/max yuka -- yuriy/kai yumax -- yuriy/max -- i have no idea what this ship is called^3 yutaka -- yuriy/takao
#let me know if you notice i copypasted a link wrong#this kinda made me want to take one of those ship pose posts and like roll the character wheel and go crazy
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TyHil Love Countdown 2023's theme will be:
"A Day in the Life of Tyson & Hilary"
Thank you to everyone who participated in the voting, and sent in ideas through the survey! A few basic pointers to keep in mind for the event:
❍ To participate, you just have to post any TyHil related content during November based on the prompt and themes above or any other idea of your own.
❍ You can post as many entries for each of the prompts, for example, from the 01st to the 4th of November, you can post three entries based on "Dawn", "New Beginnings" and "Routine". Vice versa, you can choose to post an entry based on any one of the given prompts as well.
❍ If November is a busy month for you, then you can take the challenge on during any other month. The simple purpose of this event is to generate TyHil content consistently over a period of time, so as long as you accomplish that you’re good to go!
❍ The main focus of your entry should be TyHil, but it can feature other characters/ships/ocs.��
❍ The challenge is meant to celebrate TyHil as a couple, so of course it would be ideal if your entry is romantically themed, but if you’re not a TyHil shipper and still want to participate by shedding light on their platonic dynamic, you’re more than welcome to do so! (*as long as any other ships do not take the spotlight in the submission)
❍ Remember to tag your works with at least one of these tags: #tyhil #takao x hiromi #tyson x hilary #takaromi #tyhil love countdown .
❍ In case of any triggering or explicit content, make sure you put the necessary warnings in the tags or descriptions so that everyone can enjoy your contribution safely.
❍ A detailed list of FAQ and Rules is available here, in case you have any more questions, send a message to this blog or to the mod : @ashxketchum .
#beyblade#bakuten shoot beyblade#tyhil#takao kinomiya#hiromi tachibana#tyson granger#hilary tachibana#tyhil love countdown#beygraphics#takao x hiromi#tyson x hilary#beyblade events#fandom events#ship event#type : announcements#event: love countdown 2023
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A Red Balloon Day
Originally part of chapter 36 of SLTS, I wanted to post this TyHil piece because it suited the MayBlade school theme.
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Hilary was pretty sure that there was a circle of hell reserved for students who pranked the faculty. If there was, she now had a spot with her name on it. Not something she ever thought she’d aspire to while at Preston, but having spent an infinitesimal amount of time in Tyson Granger’s presence, here she was, sneaking through the empty school, after hours, having helped the Octopussies perform a rather tame prank. A red letter day indeed—or would that be a red balloon day?
She swallowed a snicker at her own joke and dropped her gaze when Shahero scowled at her and motioned for her to keep up with them as they stole through the silent hallways lined by lockers.
She just needed to get safely back to her dorm, where she could pretend that the night had been nothing but a fever dream. Something she could chalk up to bad decision making, and something that wouldn’t warrant a repeat occurrence.
They were heading down a flight of stairs when Russia stalled. A circle of light bounced around the floor in front of them. Waving frantically, Russia urged them back. Hilary turned to creep up and her foot squeaked.
They froze.
The flashlight went off.
Hilary pressed back into the cool wall, the metal railing firmly wedged into her spine, and held her breath. Tyson’s hand covered hers, warm and slightly damp, sending sparks dancing over the skin of her arm. She glanced up at him. He stood watching her, a finger against his lips as if she hadn’t thought of staying silent on her own. He really was such an idiot. Handsome, but still an idiot.
She shot him an arched look.
“Is anyone there? Tom?”
Hilary rolled her lips together and squeezed her eyes shut. They were dead. They were so dead. Worse, they’d be expelled, and then she would never go to college and she’d end up married to an older man who kept her barefoot and pregnant. Her fingers tightened on Tyson’s hand as he tugged her with him.
“Hello?”
Hilary followed Tyson upstairs, keeping her feet on the rubber trimmed edge to minimise sound.
Reaching the top, Tyson crept to the left, leading Hilary behind him, his fingers firmly laced with hers, their palms pressed together. Hilary looked over her shoulder, about to motion for Shahero and Russia to follow her, only to stare as they passed her the duffle bag. She caught it with the tips of her fingers and gripped it, feeling the weight as it nudged against her leg. Both girls twisted their hair up into buns and then pulled their hoods up.
“Alright, who’s there? Come out now.”
Tyson stopped at a door and looked at Shahero, giving her a quick nod. With a grin, she bounced to her feet and ran up the stairs with Russia fast on her heels, making enough sound to wake the dead. As they did, Tyson yanked open the door and nudged Hilary in before him, closing it without clicking the lock just as the heavy tread of the security guard raced by.
Oh, my god. The words raced round and round in a loop in Hilary’s head as she stood intimately close to Tyson.
“What were they thinking?” she whispered.
“They’ll be fine. They know this school better than the guy who built it.”
His warm breath feathered the hair at her temples as she stared over his shoulder at the door. His chest brushed against her with every short breath, his feet wedged between her own. Not that they had much of a choice. Tyson’d led them into the supply closet, of all places. Hardly space to swing a cat, never mind hide. She shifted to ease her bruised feet and Tyson hissed out a breath, catching at the flyaway hair and placing his hand on her hip, hot through the thin fabric of her pyjama shorts.
“Quit moving, Hilary.”
“My feet are sore from standing all night,” she ground out.
She wasn’t like him. She didn’t spend her nights pranking people. She stayed in her nice, warm bed, dreaming about the day she’d go to college and be respected and liked by her peers. As she thought about her warm bed, she realised how cold her legs were. She shuffled closer to Tyson, craving his warmth. Her poor legs were probably blue. Lack of circulation leading to issues with her legs later in life.
She would look back on this moment and… feel a quick, giddy thrill. It had been exciting. And her heart was still beating fast. If they got back to her dorm in one piece, she would live forever on this moment as her one daring stunt in life. Not that she’d ever tell anyone about it—well, maybe in College. If someone ever asked if she’d rebelled as a teenager, she could tell them this story. And maybe embellish it a little. Who would know?
“Do you think we can leave?”
“Give it—” Tyson broke off and Hilary frowned up at him, noticing the curve of his smooth jaw and the muscle ticking in it. She brushed her fingers over it and froze when he lanced her with a sharp look.
Then she heard it. The scuff of footsteps, a whistle, and then a spill of light beneath the door. Hilary froze, her grip tightening on Tyson’s shoulders. She didn’t want to move at all. Anything could give them away. She pushed her face into his shoulder and concentrated on slowing her breathing, keeping still and quiet. And trying not to notice how Tyson’s sweater smelt of spice and apples. His hair tickled her nose and she rubbed it against him. When had he grown so tall? When did his shoulders get so broad?
“Hilary,” he mouthed the warning against her ear.
She shivered and fisted a hand in the soft fabric of his sweater as his fingers found skin above the hem of her shorts, his thumb brushing the curve of her hipbone. “Is he gone?”
She opened her eyes and swallowed hard, loud enough that he was bound to have heard. She looked at the floor. It was dark, but had the security guard left? She didn’t hear him leave. What if he’d just turned off the light and was waiting for them?
“I think so?” she just about breathed the words.
A spurt of noise from down the hall made them still and then a voice murmured, followed by footsteps moving away from their hiding place. They waited a few more minutes, then Tyson stepped back from her, hands reaching for the handle. He turned as best as he could in the squashed room and then prised open the door, peeking out and checking the corridor before motioning for her to follow him.
Hilary lifted her hair off her neck, letting her skin breathe and settle. She felt hyper-aware, and the spot on her hip was buzzing from Tyson’s touch. She flushed. She’d all but rocked up against him and she felt itchy and hot and this was so embarrassing. She averted her gaze and opened her mouth to apologise.
“Not bad, Hils. We might make a rebel out of you yet.”
She sent him an unimpressed look, mouth flat, eyes flatter. “I think I had enough excitement for one night.”
Excitement wasn’t the right word to use. She was such an idiot.
Tyson’s dark brown eyes gleamed, but he said nothing, only swallowed a smirk and held out his hand. A thrill shot through her, only to be squashed. She was not holding his hand again. She needed to reset the boundaries. Tyson was the kind of guy who’d affably flirt with a girl not meaning anything further. He was friends with girls; it happened easily. His emotions never got conflicted. Hers would. She’d fall and then she’d be left crushed. Better to just go back to being civil… whatever they were.
She gestured for him to lead the way and followed him out of the school, separating from him to go back to her own dorm and crawl into her own bed to sleep. Never to mention this day again, but to live on it forever.
#mayblade 2023#beyblade#tyson granger#takao kinomiya#hiromi tachibana#hilary tachibana#beyblade fanfiction#mayblade#smells like team spirit#tyhil
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A life and writing update rolled into one. 🐈
I had every intention of kicking myself into gear to brainstorm, outline, draft, and begin fine-tuning my TyHil Love Countdown entries in time to have a few strong fills to post during the event in November. I came up with what feels like an ambitious, but fun and fulfilling, idea and was in the outlining phase when something derailed my progress.
Last Sunday, I yanked a stray kitten out of some bushes on the side of the highway. She was shivering, starving, and being eaten alive by parasites inside and out. Thankfully, I was able to get her to the vet promptly, and she's making a speedier recovery than I would have ever thought possible. I love her to pieces, but nursing her back to health and balancing her care with my other pets' care, the adjustments that come with a new pet, and all of life's other minutiae has effectively eaten up my free time.
Today is my first real day with some leeway in my schedule. Naturally, I spent a good chunk of my morning feeling personally victimized by my uterus 😑 and I have some things to get done around the house, but I'm going to attempt to finish my outline (my original plan for last weekend) and hopefully set myself up to write some rough drafts this month so I don't wash out of the event entirely.
But, even though I've been feeling frazzled, I'm so beyond grateful for the way things have played out with my newest little friend and very excited for the TyHil content I will eventually have the privilege of putting out into the world. 🤍
P.S. Thank you to @too-raph who's been in the thick of it with me the whole way, from digging through bushes to taking care of the poor little thing when I'm stuck at work. You're a lifesaver!
#if you like cats or TyHil this update is for you#otherwise carry on down your dash#azrupdate#azikarue#azikarue394
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Plus One: Optional [Mayblade 2024 entry for Affection and Unpopular Character]
Summary: Hilary worries about how the Beyblading world sees her, but Tyson is there to remind her about what matters most.
Characters: Hilary, Tyson (Established TyHil)
Word Count: 2652
Note: I could not let Mayblade go by without posting a TyHil fic, this is tradition!!! I started working on the idea when I was frustrated that Hilary's anime only origins keep her from getting new merch unlike other BBA team members so that is what the theme is reflective of. The editing is slightly rushed, especially for the second half so please let that pass! Hope you enjoy reading this!
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Hilary let go of the breath she was holding in with a loud gasp, the jar in her hands slipped through her sweaty fingers, miraculously landing upright on the table without any harm. She wiped her hands against her skirt, raising them to frown at the redness from the pressure she’d exerted before as it slowly faded. She decided to turn her gaze towards the jar instead, glaring at it fiercely with the hope of melting its lid with her laser-like focus, but to no avail, the jar remained tight and unopened.
“Are you sure you don’t need help with that?” Tyson called out to her from across the table, for the third time in the past fifteen minutes or so.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Hilary said through gritted teeth. Her frustration with the jar and her inability to complete a simple task had reached its brim, and unfortunately, Tyson’s questions poked at her in a way that made letting her emotions spill out endlessly much easier. Without a second thought, she added harshly, “I don’t need you.”
Her statement was met with silence and Hilary immediately regretted letting her anger get the best of her, biting her lip as she braced herself for an argument, she looked up at Tyson. To her surprise, her words didn’t seem to have upset him, he was watching her with wary eyes and when they met hers, he just shook his head coolly, turning his attention back to the magazine he was flipping through.
“I feel like this isn’t really about the jar,” he said, calmly turning a page. “When you do need me, I’ll be right here.”
Hilary let her head drop to the table, burying it under her folded arms. She knew that by now, she should be used to how well Tyson knew her but he still managed to throw her off guard when he showed her just how much he’d grown since they first met. Back when they were kids, a claim like this from Hilary would have him balling up his fists and shouting back how he didn’t need her too, before storming out of the room. Now, he just sat there patiently waiting for her to tell him the truth, which if she chose not to do immediately wouldn’t even bother him. He would be ready to listen to her problems, whenever she chose to come forward with them.
She sighed, there was no point in trying to run from the truth. The fact that she’d been keeping her feelings buried for a week now felt silly considering how one simple slip had Tyson figuring out she was hiding something without any effort. Lifting her face from the table, she straightened up in her seat. Tucking her hair that had come loose from her bun behind her ears, she tapped her cheeks lightly, hoping to motivate herself and build up the courage to discuss the problem that was bothering her. Tyson had fixed his eyes on her when she raised her head, so she met his curious gaze with a determined one.
“The invitation for the X Tower inauguration event,” Hilary started, fidgeting with her fingers under the table as the nervousness over how Tyson would react settled in her gut, “it doesn’t address me. They only sent one for you, with the option to bring a plus one.”
“Maybe they’ll send one for you separately-”
“They won’t.” Hilary interrupted Tyson, now casting her eyes downwards, “I called to check, and they’re not planning to send one out for me.”
“Why not?” Tyson looked confused, which was reassuring because so far she’d thought she was blowing up the issue more than it was needed in her head.
“I don’t know, they tried to avoid answering my questions,” Hilary responded, “But I suppose it’s because I’m not a Beyblader like everyone else.”
“But you’re still a part of our team.”
Now he was angry, leaning forward in his chair with his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to make sense of what she was saying, since to him it seemed like a foreign concept that anyone would consider excluding her just because she wasn’t an active player of the sport like everyone else. His reaction soothed her, she’d spent the whole week trying not to think too hard about this, wondering if anyone would even understand why this made her so mad. And there was Tyson, looking much more enraged on her behalf than she ever could, validating every thought she’d tried to push away in an attempt to make herself feel better.
“Indeed, but I don’t think that makes much of a difference to other people,” she said softly, always having made her peace with the fact internally it felt odd to speak it out loud, especially to Tyson.
“Well, I’m not going then,” Tyson stated flatly, folding his arms in a defensive stance as his nostrils flared and jaw went taught.
“No, you don’t have to do that!”
She rushed to react, leaning forward in her seat so she could reach her hands across the table, opening her palms wide with the hope that Tyson would calm down and slip his hands in hers for comfort. But he seemed determined to remain furious, his eyes weren’t looking at her but were fixed at a spot in the distance. She could almost see the thoughts popping up in his mind one after the other, eyes darkening as his anger climbed to new heights. Hilary had hoped to catch his attention somehow but since he remained deep in thought and her arms started to ache, she pulled herself back, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt as Tyson’s silent anger made her anxious.
Although she would be lying if she said that his strong reaction was not something that relieved her, she still hadn’t imagined that he would be upset enough to skip the event entirely. Beyblade was no longer a huge part of their lives as it used to be when they were younger, so whenever these little opportunities popped up for them to connect with that world, Tyson was always the first one to get excited and geared up for it. To think that he would so easily give all that up for her sake was an overwhelming thought.
Of course, the call with the B4 associates had put her in a mood sour enough to want to skip the event herself, but she would never ask that of Tyson. Both of them may have grown up to be very different adults now, but that would not have been possible without Beyblading. The Tyson that sat in front of her now was a result of everything the sport had taught him, the people he met through it and the battles he won and lost, she wanted him to have a chance, no matter how fleeting, to be a part of it all once again. And as far as her relevance was concerned, Tyson had already proven how much he cared for her, his anger made her realise that she didn’t quite need anything more than that.
Taking a deep breath, she stopped her fidgeting fingers, bringing them up to tuck her hair behind her ear again. Forming her thoughts into coherent sentences in her head she spoke up gently, “I know how important this is for you-”
“Nothing is more important to me than you!”
Tyson cut her off loudly, looking more furious now as he fixed her with an intense stare, challenging her to suggest otherwise. When she didn’t, he looked pleased with himself as he relaxed his tensed frame, letting the worst of his anger fade under the calming silence that settled between them. He did continue to watch her carefully, however, perhaps expecting her to launch into an explanation any time. It was only when he confirmed that Hilary would not argue back against his statement, did he break the silence by leaning forward in his chair and fixing her with a warm yet blinding smile, “And I know I don’t have to skip it, but I don’t want to be a part of anything that makes you unhappy. I love you, Hilary.”
She stared back at him with wide eyes and pursed lips. Tyson was never one to shy away from letting her know how he felt, but he still managed to surprise her with the depth in his words, the raw emotion in his voice, and the overflowing affection in his eyes. In moments like these, Hilary was always left speechless to the point where she questioned whether it was possible to fall in love with the same person over and over again because that was the only way to describe the uncontrollable fluttering in her stomach that almost made her forget how to breathe.
She could feel the tears in her eyes, threatening to fall any second, the lump forming in her throat, almost too hard to swallow. Raising her hands to her face she dabbed at her eyes, trying to clear her mind so that when she spoke next, all of her feelings wouldn’t come rushing out at once. But before she could do that, her stomach decided to announce to the room that she really ought to pay attention to it.
“Do you want me to open the jar now?”
She heard Tyson’s laugh echo through the room as she slapped her hands onto her face, covering it completely to hide her flushed cheeks, she whispered in a squeaky tone “Yes, please.”
It didn’t take him too long to reach for the jar, within a few seconds she heard a popping sound, the stubborn lid could not put up a better fight against Tyson, though she wanted to believe that she had some part in loosening it up for him. When she heard him slide the jar across the table, she finally removed her hands from her face, catching it before it slid right off the table. Hilary wanted to turn and shoot a glare at Tyson, but she was still embarrassed by how she had managed to ruin one of the most perfect moments they’d shared in a while by uncharacteristically, acting like Tyson.
Setting the jar in front of her carefully away from the edge, she picked up the knife and slice of bread that had been lying in wait for some time now. Scooping up a large chunk of the peach marmalade on the knife, she spread it across the bread evenly, realising now just how hungry she felt as her hands picked up pace on their own. From the corner of her eye, Hilary noticed that Tyson had scrunched up his nose in disgust as the smell of peaches filled the room, muttering under his breath how he thought it was the worst flavour of jam ever made. But Hilary decided to let his attitude slip and happily bit into the simple sandwich she had prepared for herself.
She knew that in the coming days, she would end up letting Tyson get away with a lot of things, until the effect of his words wore off, and even then, her toughness wouldn’t last for long since he was bound to make her swoon one way or another. It all felt so irrelevant now, the anger that had taken over when she saw her name replaced with ‘plus one optional’ on the invitation. Did it really matter, she thought, what everyone else thought of her when Tyson loved her and cared about her enough to make up for the rest of the world?
Popping the last bite of the sandwich into her mouth, she dusted the crumbs off her hand above the empty plate. She pushed her chair back and stood up, making Tyson look up from his magazine once again. As she walked towards him, his eyes followed her attentively, he quickly adjusted his own chair without Hilary having to say anything. When she reached him, she smiled before comfortably settling herself on his lap, looping her arms around his neck as he rested one hand on the small of her back and put the other around her waist.
“Your understanding, your support,” Hilary said, pausing to put her forehead against his, “It matters much more to me than my name on an invitation ever could. I love you too, Tyson.”
She could feel his whole body buzzing with fuzzy warmth and excitement, but she didn’t let him steal a kiss just yet. Moving her head back for just a moment, she leaned in and touched her cheek to his, whispering in his ear coyly, “I want you to attend the event and if you’d let me, I would be more than happy to be your plus one.”
She’d hoped to tease him a little more but Tyson was nothing if not impatient. He let go of her waist and grabbed her chin tightly with his fingers, effortlessly pulling her lips closer to his and crashing them together without a pause. All the words that had been left unsaid were now being uttered silently through every caress of their lips, every stroke of their tongues, every gasping breath and every satisfied moan. Time could not imprison them in its flow, but was rather made to bend to their rules, slowing down the world around them so they could fall deeper into the kiss and taste a part of each other that they hadn’t yet discovered.
The air in their lungs, however, wasn’t so kind and eventually the two broke apart, panting and dazed, still refusing to look anywhere else except each other’s eyes. It was only when Tyson muttered something about peach not being a bad flavour after all, did the spell break and Hilary was able to throw her head back to laugh to her heart’s content.
“Are you sure,” Tyson spoke up after some time, lifting a hand to push back the hair that had fallen across her face, continuing in a careful voice as his eyes searched hers for the truth, “about going to the event?”
“Yes.” Hilary nodded confidently, grabbing onto his hand before it fell to her side.
The uncertainty of how the night might go with some people treating her like she meant nothing had all but disappeared from her mind. If Tyson had reacted that badly to her name missing from the invitation, she could only imagine what he would do if someone did end up snubbing her in his presence. That thought was comforting, it gave her enough courage to don her most polite smile and tail him around through the night, maybe even make sure that he doesn’t make a fool of himself or worse, challenge every person in sight to a beybattle.
Tightening her grip around his hand, she smiled at him, letting her gaze drop to his lips for a brief moment before she met his eyes and said, “Besides, it doesn’t seem fair for me to keep the most handsome World Champion of the sport all to myself, wouldn’t you agree?”
Tyson didn’t waste a second in securing his arms around her frame tightly before he stood up and lifted her along with him. Getting ready to directly sprint towards their bedroom, he leaned down to rub his nose against hers and with a mischievous smirk said, “I agree. It’s always good to remind others who the real winner in all of this is.”
Hilary knew that once their bodies hit the bed, the rules of the game would be set by Tyson and she wouldn’t exactly put up a strong defence. So just before she let herself be swept away by his love once again, she decided to rile him up for good by getting the last word in.
“If the World Champion thinks that I won him over, does that make me the new-”
#mayblade 2024#mayblade#beyblade#takao kinomiya#hiromi tachibana#tyhil#bakuten shoot beyblade#beyblade fanfiction#tyson granger#hilary tachibana#writealot#no comment except i'm happy this made it out of the drafts#before may ended on my side of the world#beywriting
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Note: I’ve been focusing more on making edits this year so only got around to finish writing this today. This is my entry for both Dawn and Morning themes. I know I always say I have a million AUs for TyHil in my head, and well half of them are about how they get married. So I already wrote a proposal oneshot last year (?), and this doesn’t exactly feature a proposal, but everything that follows afterwards. It’s set in the AU where all my other favourite characters from Digimon and Pokemon are present too, along with my OC. In this verse Tyson and Taichi (Digimon) are fraternal twins.
You might get a vibe of a certain world famous sitcom from this, but that’s because I’ve been rewatching it on repeat since September or so. I hope you enjoy reading this!
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~bright smiles and bubbling champagne~
He only caught a glimpse of the first streak of purple seeping through the dark sky before his attention was snapped back to the scene in front of him. Tyson realised that dawn was almost upon them and a sunrise signalling the start of a new day would follow soon. He should have been exhausted by now, groaning about not getting enough sleep, but when his eyes fell on the now twinkling stone resting on Hilary’s finger a rush of excitement took over and every bit of tiredness left his body.
Who would’ve thought that just a few hours ago they’d been having the worst date of their lives and now they were engaged?
If he was being honest with himself, however, Tyson had never meant to propose to Hilary tonight.
No, that was something he still hadn’t planned at all and yet tonight something clicked. Maybe it was how she had smiled reassuringly when the restaurant claimed that they’d not registered any reservation under his name tonight. Or perhaps it happened when she sat next to him in the cramped and dinghy ramen shop, tucking her hair back diligently before slurping loudly as she gulped down a bowlful of ramen without hesitation. It could have been when she agreed to have ice cream for dessert despite the chill in the air and only laughed loudly when through some miracle snow began to fall on a crisp November night. It definitely had something to do with how she didn’t complain when his car broke down in the middle of an empty road and the towing service told him they’d only pick it up in the morning after the snow subsided. As they walked back home hand in hand, she hummed a happy tune as if the night had turned out exactly how she had expected it to.
That’s when Tyson knew, that he’d made the right choice by carrying the ring around with him ever since he bought it.
Him getting down on one knee two blocks away from their apartment was probably the only thing Hilary hadn’t expected to happen tonight, yet, she couldn’t even wait for him to finish asking the question before she shouted yes and jumped into his arms.
And that’s how he ended up awake at 4 AM, squished on the couch between his twin and his fiance, as their friends gathered around to get a closer look at the ring and to hear the story about how it happened.
“I still can’t believe it, oh my god you guys!” Sora’s voice almost cracked as she took Hilary’s hand in hers to inspect the ring with awe.
Another flurry of congratulations and we’re so happy for you mixed in with exclamations over the diamond ring rang through the living room. Hilary gently pulled her hand out of Sora’s grasp and leaned back into the couch, her face was beaming with happiness at being the centre of attention and she could barely suppress the wide grin for more than a second as she gazed at her hand contently. Tyson tried his best to not laugh at how cute she looked fawning over the ring and basking in the praises that the two of them were being showered with.
“And it’s such a beautiful ring too,” Mimi said wistfully, her caramel eyes shined as she shifted her gaze upwards to smile at Hilary.
“Of course it is, I helped pick it after all!” As proud as Charlie looked with herself, her statement was not met with the enthusiasm she may have expected.
Tyson wasn’t surprised by the sudden silence that followed, however, he’d known from the moment he’d asked Charlie to accompany him to the jewellery store a few months ago that when everyone else found out they were excluded from the plan, they wouldn’t take it lightly. The first one to react was Taichi, having the advantage of sitting next to him, his brother punched his arm.
“You took Charlie with you and not me?” While Taichi’s voice was tinged with a hint of hurt, the laidback smile on his face told Tyson that he didn’t hold the supposed betrayal against him.
“I needed to make sure that Hils wouldn’t find out,” Tyson said, draping an arm around Hilary’s shoulders as he inched closer towards her, in case his brother decided to change his mind and punch him for real.
“I’m great at keeping secrets!” Taichi responded with a pout.
“Yes, if keeping a secret means telling Sora something 10 seconds after you hear it.” Yamato piped up from across the couch. The room observed a collective nod of agreement with some light chuckles as Taichi narrowed his eyes at the blond.
“I don’t mind keeping a secret.”
It was odd to see Kai chime into a conversation without being asked to, which left everyone else silent as they considered his words. It was no surprise, however, when Mimi was the one to break the silence with a zing, laughing loudly without reading the room.
“But your taste in jewellery is terrible!”
“That’s not true!” Kai shot back immediately, taken aback by the accusation as if he’d never considered this possibility, “Charlie’s never complained about any of my gifts-” He looked at his girlfriend for support but she turned her face away from him quickly and jumped up from her seat with exaggerated enthusiasm.
“What matters now is that you guys are engaged!” Charlie squealed, meeting Hilary’s gaze as she completely ignored Kai’s attempt to catch her eye. “I feel like we should be celebrating!” She threw the question at the room and it was difficult for anyone to disagree. From the corner of his eyes, Tyson noticed Charlie shoot a warning look in Mimi’s direction when Kai wasn’t looking and he shook his head at the sight, making a mental note to accompany his best friend the next time he decided to go gift shopping.
“Should we go out for drinks?” Taichi asked excitedly, turning to look at him and Hilary for their approval.
“At-” Yamato began to respond with annoyance before pausing to look at the time on his wristwatch, possibly for dramatic effect, “4 AM? Don’t we all have jobs to get to in about 5 hours?”
“Okay, so how about you go home and get ready for work while the rest of us go out and celebrate the engagement?” Taichi scoffed, rolling his eyes at his friend’s reaction.
“There’s a bottle of champagne in my car downstairs,” Kai stated loudly stopping both Taichi and Yamato’s half-uttered insults, ensuring that the mood doesn’t get swept away by an argument between the two.
The decision was made in an instant, glasses and snacks were pulled out of the cupboard as the champagne arrived and the gang gathered around in a circle with Tyson and Hilary in the centre. Tyson gently pushed the cork off the bottle, the popping sound was drowned out by the cheers and clapping of his friends. He picked up the glass to pour the first drink for Hilary, leaning down to kiss her cheek quickly and whispering I love you in her ear as he handed the drink to her. He watched with a smile as her cheeks turned a bright shade of red as the cheers were replaced by hooting but she still managed to say it back to him. After another flurry of emotional well-wishes and congratulations filled the air everyone grabbed a glass full of champagne for themselves before settling back in their places around the living room. The silence as all of them sipped on their drinks was oddly relaxing, Tyson almost wanted to down his entire glass in one go and call it a night then and there but his friends had other plans.
“Well, you know what it is they say about a perfect wedding.” Mimi interrupted the silence by setting down her now half-empty glass on the coffee table in front of her, an excited gleam overtaking her eyes as she looked directly at Hilary.
“What do they say about a perfect wedding?” Yamato’s low yet sarcastic whisper did not go unheard by anyone in the room.
Tyson had to stifle a laugh as the brunette still managed to ignore the statement and instead pulled up the large tote bag she had carried with her tonight from the floor and gently set it down on the table. He had been slightly curious when Mimi arrived lugging this bag on her shoulder an hour ago, considering how no one else had bothered to bring anything with them at such short notice. Now the mystery was finally solved as she pulled out a hefty looking white and pink coloured binder that had something written on it with silver glitter which Tyson couldn’t see from where he was sitting. Yamato however, got a perfect look at the title since he was settled on the floor next to Mimi, and almost doubled over from trying to keep himself from laughing.
“It’s never too late to start planning,” Mimi said, patting the binder with determination and completely ignoring Yamato's reaction as she picked it up and leaned over on her knees to hand it to Hilary.
When Hilary rested the binder in her lap and Tyson finally got to see the title, he understood Yamato’s reaction but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to feel the same way as his fiance started to flip through the carefully compiled pages. He caught a glimpse of something about a horse carriage entrance and how much it costs which reminded him of the number of zeroes in his bank account, rather the lack thereof. He swallowed a nervous gulp when he glanced at Hilary and found her looking over the details with concentration. Tyson had known that eventually the two of them would need to sit down and have a conversation about things like their finances and budget, but he had hoped that tonight, he would just get to enjoy the feeling of being engaged to Hilary.
“This binder has everything you need to know about how to organise a wedding,” Mimi spoke up proudly puffing out her chest as almost everyone in the room came forward to get a look at her hard work. “I’ve been working on it since I was in sixth grade or something.”
“Yet your parents were surprised that you didn’t want to go to medical school,” Yamato muttered dryly, earning a few laughs and snickers from the room.
“Venues, dresses, catering, décor, it has details on everything, categorised by theme.” Mimi continued unfazed by the blond’s words she kept her gaze fixed on Hilary, “Of course, I made sure to update the prices as per the latest market rate.”
“And you still found time to colour your hair pink?” Yamato feigned surprise which led to Taichi and Charlie laughing out loud and this Mimi could not ignore. She turned to glare at Yamato, who to no one’s surprise quickly inched away from her.
“This is amazing Mimi chan!” Hilary finally looked up from the handmade catalogue, much to Tyson’s relief. She might have heard the sigh that escaped his lips because she quickly set the binder on the table face down so the glittery title, ‘The Perfect Wedding for The Perfect Girl’, was hidden from sight, “Thank you so much for sharing this with me, it means a lot.” Hilary smiled brightly at Mimi, saving Yamato from her murderous gaze just in time.
“You’re welcome! I hope this helps you make the right choice, by the way,” Mimi said sweetly, returning the smile, that somehow seemed to convey a heavier meaning that Tyson couldn’t catch.
“What do you mean? What choice?” Hilary looked as confused as him as she furrowed her brows and leaned forward.
“Why your Maid of Honour pick of course! Which one of us will it be?” Mimi announced her question happily but the effect of her words made the air in the room go cold.
Suddenly three pairs of eyes locked down on Hilary like a hawk, waiting with bated breath to hear her answer. Tyson who, unfortunately, was sitting next to his fiance and thus subjected to the unblinking stares found himself sinking lower into the couch to avoid being in the line of sight. Hilary let out a nervous chuckle and reached for his hand for support, grasping onto it tightly before she carefully picked out her response.
“I think it’s a little too soon to discuss this, no? We haven’t even decided on a date yet.”
“You’re absolutely right, Hils. I don’t want you to feel pressured by this so soon, anyway,” Charlie said, sending a smirk in Mimi’s direction.
“And this really isn’t that difficult a choice to make.” Sora laughed, gulping down the last of her champagne with ease.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Charlie, who was sprawled across the armrest of the couch Sora was sitting on, straightened up as she leaned forward to scowl at the auburn haired girl.
“Who do you think Tyson is going to pick as his Best Man?” Sora scoffed, rolling her eyes upwards as if this wasn’t something she thought she would need to explain to anyone.
“He could pick Kai! Kai is his best friend-”
“Taichi is his brother.”
“Oh, so you think that you have the upper hand as the brother’s girlfriend?”
“Might I remind both of you,” Mimi interrupted the argument in a loud voice, “that I’ve already proven what a great job I would do if I was picked.” She pointed towards the binder of nightmares lying at the table with a smug smile on her face.
“Oh yeah, sure your elementary school scrapbooking puts you above me picking out the actual engagement ring.” Charlie folded her arms across her chest and shot Mimi a challenging glare.
“Why don’t you just do a contest?”
Kai surprised them all by speaking out of turn for the second time that night. The room’s attention turned towards him and he met Hilary’s curious gaze with his usual deadpan expression.
“A contest?” Hilary asked, her voice a little quiet as she was probably trying to avoid coming back into the focus as technically she hadn’t answered Mimi’s question yet.
“Yeah, just give them a few tasks to do related to the wedding and see who performs the best. Everyone wins fair and square,” Kai said, completely unaware of the three pairs of angry glares directed at him as he spoke.
Charlie and Sora looked the most upset by his statement, Tyson assumed that the two thought they were closest to Hilary and wouldn’t really need to do anything extra to be appointed as her Maid of Honour, but now thanks to Kai’s suggestion, which Hilary was understandingly nodding along to, the two girls were at risk of losing against not just each other but Mimi, and if Hilary decided to be her kind self, Misty and Hikari as well.
“That sounds like a good idea,” Hilary responded, perking up slightly. One glance at the sulking faces of her girlfriends told her however, that it was time to change the topic so the happy moment wouldn’t slip away from them so soon, “But let’s go out and celebrate first, we’ll have plenty of time to discuss these things later.” She waved a dismissing hand in the air and quickly turned to Tyson and Taichi for support. They understood her pleading queue and instantly sat up with enthusiasm, garnering the attention of everyone with their over excited reactions.
“I found a place that’s open!” Sora almost shrieked a minute later, tapping away at her phone as she continued to speak fast, “Breakfast buffet with an open bar, entry starts at 6 AM.” She looked up at Hilary for approval, and when the latter nodded, she went back to scrolling on her phone, a frown settling on her face as she scanned the text on the screen, “Oh, it’s in Roppongi which isn’t far but it says formal wear only.”
“Well, it makes sense to dress up to celebrate something this big, right?”
Hilary’s question was not met with any resistance, everyone started to finish their drinks and finalise the little details like where they should all meet after getting ready and who should carpool with whom, Sora called the restaurant and made a reservation smugly as both Charlie and Mimi looked on with disappointment, apparently the contest had already started among the girls. It was a bit amusing to watch how they were all deep in thought over what they could do next to win Hilary’s favour. If Tyson had the chance to be in his fiance’s shoes, he would have had so much fun manipulating the guys into doing all his chores and errands throughout the months leading up to the wedding. But he could tell that Hilary on the other hand, was dreading the decision that now loomed over her head in the form of three very determined women.
“Just so you know Hils, I texted Misty and she’s going to Ash’s dorm to check if he’s awake. They’ll try to make it there by 6:30 AM,” Mimi said, turning up her nose slightly in Sora and Charlie’s direction.
“I was just thinking about calling her, ugh!” Charlie groaned as she got up from her seat and slung her tiny bag across her shoulder. Heading for the door, she stopped midway to pinch Kai’s arm who let out a squeaky yelp at the sudden move, “This is all your fault, you know! Why don’t you do a contest-” She mimicked Kai’s stoic voice perfectly which earned her a laugh from both Taichi and Yamato. “I’m going to go get ready as quickly as possible, wouldn’t want to show up late after all,” she announced to the room before dashing out of the door. Her exit made Sora and Mimi get on their feet too as they quickly packed up their things and followed the blonde out after saying their rushed goodbyes.
Next to him, Hilary let out a relieved sigh, dropping her head on his chest after the door shut behind Mimi. Tyson chuckled at her reaction and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. The guys seemed much more relaxed about getting ready on time and hung around for a little while longer, making sure that the champagne bottle they’d opened was emptied before they headed out.
“So are we going to wait until Hilary decides what the contest will be or are we placing the bets right now?” Kai asked with a smirk playing on his lips as he took the last sip of the bubbly from his glass.
“I’m going to tell Charlie you said that,” Hilary finally lifted her head from Tyson’s chest and turned to wink at Kai, “unless you buy us another bottle of that expensive champagne.”
“I’ll buy you five,” Kai responded with a panicked look on his face, rubbing the spot on his arm where Charlie had pinched him earlier.
“Besides there is no competition,” Yamato said, standing up from his position on the floor with his coat tucked under his hand. “Look at that,” he pointed with vigour towards the thick, glittery binder still lying on their coffee table, “Mimi’s got this in the bag.”
“Now, wait here just a second!” Taichi gulped down the last of his champagne and fixed Yamato with a challenging glare, “Sora can easily leave a binder in the dust.”
“I’m not sure if you two are familiar but,” Kai butted in before Yamato could respond, “Charlie’s settlement ratio as a lawyer is formidable, I’m sure she’ll just convince Sora and Mimi to drop out before the contest even begins.”
“Okay, get out all of you,” Tyson finally spoke up, rolling his eyes at the sight of his friends continuing the argument on their girlfriends’ behalf. “Go and get dressed!”
He nudged Taichi in the shoulder lightly, hoping to get his brother off the couch and on his feet so Kai too would feel inclined to leave. His trick worked and soon enough all three boys were out of their apartment and Hilary shut the door behind them, drowning out the voices of Taichi and Yamato still arguing in the hallway about who would perform better as a Maid of Honour between Sora and Mimi as they waited for the lift to arrive.
Hilary leaned against the door with her hands behind her back and met Tyson’s eyes. For a moment they were both quiet and then they burst out laughing in sync. She moved towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his chest once again with a wistful sigh escaping her lips.
“This is going to be a nightmare isn’t it?”
“A bloodbath for sure,” Tyson chuckled softly as he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
“Oh, the girls are going to crucify me!” Hilary groaned before resting her chin on his chest and peeking up at him with mischief brewing in her doe-like eyes, “Can’t you pick my Maid of Honour, pretty please?”
“Hils, they haven’t invented words for me to be able to express how much I truly love you,” Tyson said with a grin. He leaned his head down to rub his nose against hers before laughing out loud, “But I will not be the judge of your Maid of Honour Squid Game, that’s on you completely.”
“I’m just going to write all their names on little pieces of paper and draw one randomly, leave it all to luck.”
“I’d pay to watch their reaction to that.”
Hilary shook her head as she laughed at his words, looking up at him again from under her lashes, her face seemed to soften the longer she kept his gaze.
“I suppose I should just be grateful for how much all three of them care about me,” she said, sighing lightly.
“You know, you make it kind of hard to not love you.”
She giggled at his words and he raised one hand to brush a few loose strands of hair away from her face. Ever since their friends had rushed into the apartment after hearing the news, Tyson realised he hadn’t really gotten a chance to look at Hilary, to really look at her. Now with the first rays of morning light pouring into their living room, the comfortable silence of being alone with her and the sensation of her heartbeat picking up pace against his chest, he was reminded of just why he had chosen tonight to pop the question.
In fact, he almost felt like reprimanding himself for even waiting this long. There was nothing in his life that he wanted more than being able to spend every minute of it next to Hilary.
But for now, they were on a schedule as Hilary curtly reminded him.
“We should start getting ready too,” she said, untangling her arms from around him.
However, Tyson was not ready to let go just yet.
He held her in place by tightening his grip around her waist, earning him a look of confused surprise from Hilary. He rested his forehead against hers and smirked when she sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes falling to his lips for a brief moment. Given all that happened tonight, the two should’ve been tired enough to fall on their faces and sleep, but instead, he felt a buzzing excitement race through their bodies the longer they stared at each other.
“We’re allowed to be a little late, don’t you think?” Tyson whispered against Hilary’s cheek and felt her body shudder under his grasp.
“It shouldn't be a problem,” Hilary mumbled, her lips quivering as he inched closer towards them.
“Good to know, because I had a few ideas about what we could do before we get ready.”
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★ TYHIL LOVE COUNTDOWN 2023 PROMPT WALKTHROUGH (PART 1) ★
☞ EVENT DETAILS ☆
Part 1 of the walkthrough will focus on the first half of the event which will run from November 1st to 16th.
▶︎ The whole month has been divided into different times of a day, as that was the theme voted for this year. Each time of the day has been given a few themes just so there are more options for the creators for whom the overarching theme of the event feels limiting.
▶︎ Since each part will run through for four days, your entry relative to the part can be posted on any of the dates. Late entries are accepted as well, the timeline exists just to add a structure to the event.
▶︎ You can choose to make your entry about the time of the day, for example, a scene set in the morning or afternoon, or you can choose to focus on alternate themes.
▶︎ Some examples on how the alternate themes can be used :
❑ "New Beginnings" - This is a pretty open ended theme and can be used for any AU, Mafia AU or Royalty AU where Tyson and Hilary have an encounter for the first time.
❑ "Routine" - This is something that can slip in any AUs that revolve around professions or sports. Music and Dance AUs were two of the AUs suggested during the survey and this prompt will make a good fit for both.
❏ "Rise and Shine" or "Take it Easy" - Since two of the responders on the survey had asked for dialogue prompts, these two options have been added to cater to that request. Apart from using it as a dialogue, even a scene about Tyson and Hilary waking up together or spending a relaxing day together will fit the bill.
❏ "School or "Coffee" - These can be interpreted as individual words, or as a setting for a High School AU and Coffee Shop AU as these were both requested during the survey.
❏ "Bright" - Apart from being used as a word, as a theme this can be used to describe a happy scene or for art/edits, a bright looking piece can be created for this prompt.
If you have more questions about the event or the prompt, you can send an ask to @takaoxhiromi or @ashxketchum 📩
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Can you do TyHil for "I don't think I can stop loving you"? I mean, I can totally see Tyson saying it offhandedly because duh! It's obvious!
Laughing at the me that thought I'll keep these requests as "short drabbles", TyHil you will always be the bane of my existence 🥲
When I saw the prompt list, I immediately associated that dialogue with Tyson too so I was really hoping someone would send it in for TyHil, common braincell moment 💯 Though I improvised the line slightly but I think the little addition makes it even better! Hope you enjoy reading this 🫶🏻
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Prompt: "I don't think I can stop loving you. "
It was no secret that Tyson often liked to rely on hunches, so when his gut told him to take a detour before heading back home after kendo practice, he allowed his tired feet to pick their course. His destination ended up being a small bakery whose freshly baked cherry tart was Hilary’s favourite dessert in the city. And as if on cue, when he entered the slightly cramped shop, one of the staff appeared from the kitchen, carrying a plate dressed up with a cherry tart that looked like it had just been pulled out of the oven.
Tyson smiled at his luck and after setting his kendo equipment down near the entrance, he lined up to place his order. Even if his reunion with his bed was delayed by an hour because of this detour, he still felt happy leaving the shop balancing the takeaway box carefully in one hand and his kendo gear in the other. He knew Hilary would be surprised by his gesture after a long week which had involved a difficult test with its results due today. Deciding to hail a cab so the freshness of the tart didn’t go to waste, Tyson found some of his exhaustion fading away the closer he got to his apartment.
But that feeling of relief didn’t last long, because when he pushed the button for his floor on the elevator, a hint of uneasiness settled in his gut. Wanting to make sure everything was okay at home as quickly as possible, he skipped ringing the bell and instead turned his key in the door lock, letting himself in hastily.
“Hils, I'm home!” He called out, just so Hilary wouldn’t mistake him for an intruder and come out swinging one of his spare bamboo swords around blindly.
To his disappointment, he did not receive any response to his announcement. He’d seen Hilary’s shoes lined up at the entrance and her backpack was lying on their couch, so she had to be home but the absolute silence he was greeted with was jarring. He let his kendo gear drop to the floor, knowing that he would receive a scolding for it later and after doing a quick sweep of the kitchen and dining area, he headed for their bedroom where he hoped his girlfriend would be. He’d picked up some cutlery from their kitchen, deciding that just in case Hilary was not feeling well, he’d serve the tart to her in bed.
However, his shoulders instantly dropped when he opened the bedroom door and was met with the sight of Hilary curled up on their bed, hugging her knees tightly to her chest with her face buried deep somewhere in between. In a few long strides, he covered the distance to the bed and set down the dessert on top of the bedside table. With his hands freed, Tyson gently placed them around her arms, not forcing her to look up but just trying to let her know that he was there.
“Hils, what’s wrong?”
He wasn’t expecting her to respond but the muffled sob that reached his ears made his heart twist into a knot. He knew there was no point in forcing her to talk about something she didn’t want to, but his concern for her ruled over logic and Tyson found himself tightening his grasp around Hilary as he coaxed her again.
“Come on, talk to me.”
“I failed.”
Her voice was barely audible but the two words were enough to explain the situation.
If he was being honest, Tyson had pretty much figured out that something went wrong with her test when he received no update from her about it through the day despite of them parting in the morning with her being excited over getting the results. Maybe that’s why his gut told him to pick up the cherry tart, to make sure that in case there was bad news, he’d have something to balance it out with.
“That’s okay,” Tyson said, knowing that words wouldn’t have much effect on her in the current state, he still wanted to try nonetheless. He shifted his position on the bed, getting up to settle next to her so he could put one arm around her shoulders and use the other hand to pat her head gently as he spoke, “You can work hard and do better in the next one.”
“The next test isn’t for another three months!” Hilary sobbed, her body shook as she spoke so he tightened his hold on her with the hope that his presence provided comfort to her in some way. And while she hadn’t instantly reacted to his touch, after a few minutes of silence, her head poked out from between her knees.
“I don’t know if I can stay sane for that long knowing that I just might fail this course,” she said in a slightly calmer tone though her voice was hoarse from all the crying.
“Don’t give up just yet!” Tyson smiled reassuringly at her, a little relieved to finally see her face even if her cheeks were blotched with tears and her eyes were red with weariness. “We’ll make sure that you figure it all out before the next test!”
“No, we won’t!” Hilary glared sharply at him, as if mad that he had even suggested a happy way out so soon. When she spoke up next, her voice was loud and firm with anger, “I’ll be so depressed about this score in the next few months, that I will let it distract me from doing good in the next test. And that will lead to me failing the course at the end of the semester.”
Tyson wanted to interject at this point, tell her that she was stretching her imagination a bit too far, but Hilary ranted out all the thoughts she must’ve been keeping to herself in the past few hours at such an incredible speed that all he could do was sit and listen with his mouth hanging open.
“Failing a course would obviously break my spirit completely, so I will become too depressed to get out of bed. That would then lead me to miss all my classes and eventually, I will end up dropping out of college altogether. I’ll be in my twenties with no educational qualification or job and you’ll have to take on the burden of supporting us financially. But my depressing habits may just drain out all your savings before you can even get started on taking over the Dojo, so you’ll obviously stop loving me and leave me alone to live the life of the poor and illiterate.”
As Hilary tried to catch her breath, Tyson sat there thinking how most of the time he even had trouble planning ahead for a week but somehow his girlfriend had managed to build a whole vision of her life based on one incident. He could feel the laugh building up in his gut so he quickly shut his mouth, knowing that laughing at Hilary in this state might be how he meets his end. But still, it wasn’t exactly easy to make head or tail out of all the information that she had just dumped on him, so Tyson began his attempt at easing her mind by focusing on the simplest yet most important part.
“Okay, first of all-” he said, pausing to check he had her full attention and to use both his hands to cup her cheeks, lifting her face so she could meet his eyes as he smiled softly at her, “I don’t think I could ever stop loving you, so let’s lock that thought away in a box and chuck it off a mountain, yeah?”
Hilary’s lips trembled as she looked up at him, eyes shining with a fresh set of tears threatening to fall again so Tyson quickly used his thumbs to carefully dab around her eyes and kept the tears from falling.
“You really mean that? Even if I bankrupt you before you start your own Dojo?” Hilary whispered, the relieved yet stunned look on her messy face almost made him want to kiss her but Tyson controlled himself, nodding eagerly in response as he caressed her cheeks.
“Yes, I really mean it.” He chuckled, shaking his head at her statement, “And you’re not going to bankrupt me.”
While it still looked like Hilary needed some time to let his declaration settle in her mind, she allowed herself to relax finally. Stretching her legs in front of her, she looped her arms around his neck and snuggled cosily on his chest, giving him a chance to shift his arms around her waist and pull her closer. Deciding that now was as good a time to surprise her with her favourite dessert, he reached one arm across to the bedside table and lifted the box, dangling it in front of her face and laughed when she finally let out a happy noise.
It did seem like Hilary was still affected by the result because she didn’t object to them eating the tart in bed, even though she was usually careful about not eating crumbly stuff there. Tyson didn’t point this out loud, however, since they were settled in a pretty comfortable position right now and he didn’t want to get up from the bed anymore. They shared the tart in silence, with Tyson letting Hilary have the major chunk of it so he could watch the smile grow wider on her face after every bite.
“How much did you score?” Tyson risked the question after a while since Hilary looked so content eating, that he figured she wouldn’t mind talking about it anymore. But still just to make sure that she didn’t actually carve his eyes out with the fork in her hand, he added a supportive remark hastily, “If it’s close to the passing mark then I’m sure you can figure out a study plan that will help you maintain a decent average for passing the course overall.”
Hilary did not answer him immediately, which he found a tad bit suspicious, but he let it slide as she was finishing up the tart with a few last bites. Once she was done licking the box clean of any cherry remnants, she set the empty box and the used fork down on the floor next to their bed before falling back on his chest and snuggling close. After a few minutes passed by in silence, Tyson was just about to repeat his question when she finally cleared her throat and muttered in a low voice.
“I scored a 62.”
Tyson blinked slowly as the number registered in his brain, to him that didn’t seem like such a bad mark considering he’d always dangled around similar digits as a student. But just to be sure, and give Hilary the benefit of the doubt, he questioned her again.
“And what’s the passing mark?”
This time when she was quiet, Tyson definitely thought her behaviour suspicious. And his hunch was proven right when Hilary responded in an almost inaudible whisper.
“40…”
“You didn’t fail! You passed!” Tyson sat up straight with disbelief so quickly that he almost threw Hilary off of him. He stared at her, frowning as she steadied herself and wondering just why she’d caused such a big misunderstanding when her result was just normal.
She faced him with a fierce shine in her garnet eyes as her voice cracked with pain when she spoke, “Tyson, do you realise that I have never scored below 85 in my entire life-”
“Oh, for the love of god-”
“This 62 is as good as a failing mark to me!”
“But it’s not a failing mark, you passed.” He repeated himself with a groan, embarrassed by how concerned he had been about her well being even though there clearly was no need for it.
“No way! A 62 on my permanent record?” Hilary kept a hand on her chest as she looked at him with horror.
“Oh my god, I’m in love with a psychopath.” Tyson rolled his eyes, scoffing at her antics and waving a hand to dismiss whatever silly justification that she had ready for him.
Feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up to him when he realised that there was no need for him to worry as much as he’d done, Tyson was ready to call it a night but Hilary caught his attention by putting both her hands on his chest and leaning forward to rest her forehead against his with a smile.
“Too late to back out now, mister,” she said, bringing her hands up slowly from his chest to his neck and then to his cheeks and making him forget how to breathe. “You just said that you would never stop loving me.”
Before Tyson could protest that his statement was now invalid because of her false implications, Hilary captured his lips in a kiss, emerging as the winner for the night, despite her low score.
Thank you for reading!
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✧ THANK YOU FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION ✧
TyHil Love Countdown is drawing to a close and I want to thank everyone who took the time out to participate and make this event a success by posting content and also supporting the participants through their reviews and feedback ❤︎
@ceruleanmusings @redwheeler @velox-the-knight @zadien @shinobudraws @rainbow-pearls @tum-tigger
All the entries can be viewed here.
[PS: I will still be tracking the tags regularly, if you decide to post content related to the theme of the event later on, feel free to use them so I can reblog your content 🙌🏻]
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★ TYHIL LOVE COUNTDOWN 2023 PROMPT WALKTHROUGH (PART 2 ) ★
☞ EVENT DETAILS ☆
☞WALKTHROUGH PART 1 ☆
Part 2 of the event walkthrough will focus on the second half of the event which will run from November 17th to 30th.
▶︎ The whole month has been divided into different times of a day, as that was the theme voted for this year. Each time of the day has been given a few themes just so there are more options for the creators for whom the overarching theme of the event feels limiting.
▶︎ Since each part will run through for four days, your entry relative to the part can be posted on any of the dates. Late entries are accepted as well, the timeline exists just to add a structure to the event.
▶︎ You can choose to make your entry about the time of the day, for example, a scene set in the morning or afternoon, or you can choose to focus on alternate themes.
▶︎ Some examples on how the alternate themes can be used :
❑ "Turn Back Time/Sweet Dreams/Against All Odds" - All three of these themes are meant as substitutes for dialogue prompts but can be interpreted metaphorically as well. For example, rather than just being a response to "Good Night", "Sweet Dreams" can also be used to write a fic about a dream sequence. "Turn Back Time" can be interpreted as a Time Travel AU and "Against All Odds" can be interpreted as a star crossed lovers theme.
❏ "Secrets" - This can easily be the setting for a fic where either Tyson or Hilary are keeping secrets from each other, or if you want to dig deeper, you can interpret it as Murder Mystery AU or a Detective/Cop AU.
❏ "Party" - This prompt is also easy to use where it's possible to depict a scene of Tyson and Hilary at a party, but if you're looking for something different, you can use this prompt to write a Celebrity AU.
❑ "Eternal" - This prompt can be used for a wedding themed fic, or anything that features a dramatic romance. My initial reason for picking this word was to showcase anything related to eternal love, so it can also be used for something like a Soulmates AU.
❑ "Free Days" - Feel free to post anything related to TyHil on these two days! This is also a good chance for people who are supporting the event by reading/liking/reblogging the contributions to get out there and show some love/appreciation for their favourite creators by sending them a message, leaving a review, commenting on their posts or making a post about them and thanking them for their efforts during the event!
If you have more questions about the event or the prompt, you can send an ask to @takaoxhiromi or @ashxketchum 📩
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Can be read on fanfiction.net as well!
Summary: Tyson and Hilary go off the trail while trekking but it helps them sort things out in a way no one expected.
Notes: This was originally written for a prompt in 2021 and posted only on tumblr. The prompt was placing one’s hand on the other’s mouth. I edited this slightly, added a little more context and now tada! It's helping spread the announcement for TyHil Love Countdown Survey on AO3 and FFN.
“This is a disaster.”
Of course it was, Tyson rolled his eyes, he wanted to turn around and tell her that she shouldn’t have expected anything better from him, but it was late and he was tired of walking around in circles and they were very much lost. So he decided to save his energy and continue onward without paying any attention to Hilary and her timely outbursts. If he could just bring himself to concentrate on his surroundings to recall anything which would serve as a hint for discovering the correct route, he would be able to lead them back to their camp, and hopefully some warm food.
“I can’t believe I trusted you to read a map correctly.” Hilary spoke up again, her tone getting antsier by the minute, almost starting to feel like a drill digging against his skull, “I also can’t believe that you left your phone back at the cabin-”
“Hey, you left your phone back at the cabin too.” Tyson spun on his feet, fixing her with an intense glare, to which she replied by folding her arms across her chest and shrugging nonchalantly, as if her actions were more justifiable than his, “And might I remind you,” he added through gritted teeth, “That the only reason we’re lost is because you said you heard the sound of water and led us off the trail so we could look for a non-existent stream.”
This time she squirmed under his glare, shifting her gaze downwards as her ears turned red in embarrassment over his statement. Satisfied with the effect, Tyson turned around and began to lead the way once again. They couldn’t have gotten very far from the main trail, Akebono Forest Reserve wasn’t even that large or dense, so Tyson was sure that if they stuck around the path that he remembered to be closest to the trail they were supposed to be following, they’d run into the people looking for them.
At least he assumed that people were looking for them, since it must be close to midnight and the dark clouds in the sky indicated that there was a high possibility of rain. His brother and his friends, albeit annoyed by the long (and extremely loud) argument Tyson and Hilary had had as soon as they arrived at the camping site, were not cruel enough to leave the two stranded in a forest during heavy rain.
He hadn’t meant to start the day on a bad note either, in fact, he was looking forward to this training camp away from home very much. But when the bus arrived and everyone eagerly shuffled in, Hilary chose to sit next to Daichi even when the seat next to Tyson was empty. He’d already instructed all the boys to leave him alone for the ride so he could get Hilary all to himself beforehand, but she said something about wanting to make sure that Daichi would have access to meds in case he started to experience motion sickness. The little red-headed monster then decided to act as if he was feeling under the weather, which made Hilary stick to him for the entire ride.
Naturally, that soured Tyson’s mood immensely, but she was still sitting behind him so he tried to make small talk with her as the bus waddled on. Hilary however, avoided his gaze and kept reprimanding him for not sitting correctly which made all the other guys and his brother laugh, and in turn ensured that Tyson wouldn’t be feeling happy with her anytime soon.
Still, he allowed her one last chance to be nice to him and give him the attention that she knew he was begging for. When they arrived at the campsite and Hiro decided to send them trekking in teams of two, he was taken aback by how his brother was genuinely trying to do something nice for him when his and Hilary’s name ended up together, but the way she stuck up her nose at the thought of spending time alone with him made his temper spill over the glass. That’s how they ended up arguing about the route they should take, whose instincts they should follow or who should hold the map and pretty much everything else as they ventured deeper into the forest.
Now they were lost and frustrated, two things that never made for a good combination.
Suddenly, Tyson felt the back of his jacket being pulled sharply and came to a forced halt, his train of thought breaking as he tilted his head back to see Hilary grasping tightly onto his jacket, bent over as she attempted to control her panting by taking deep breaths.
“You’re...walking too...fast.” She managed to speak after a few minutes, looking up at him with a pleading expression on her face and Tyson felt slightly guilty for being too lost in his thoughts to pay her any attention.
“Sorry, I’ll slow down,” Tyson replied, smiling sheepishly at her, as she sent him an exasperated look.
But as they started their aimless walking again, Tyson felt that his jacket was still being held onto. So after taking a few steps he paused, and tilted his head yet again to find that Hilary was still clutching onto it, even more tightly than earlier, and he ended up raising a questioning eyebrow at her.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she murmured. Her voice was soft and devoid of the demanding tone it had held all evening, which surprised Tyson and he felt heat rush into his cheeks as the double meaning behind her words registered in his brain. Watching his reaction, Hilary too understood the weight behind her words and turned a similar shade of red as she defended herself hastily, “I meant to lose sight of you again, don’t be such an idiot Tyson.”
Tyson shook his head in response, and they started their charade of finding the correct path once again, but this time there was a slightly giddy feeling in his chest every time he felt Hilary’s grip on his jacket. Whatever the meaning behind her words or the situation they were in, he liked hearing these things from her. He made a mental note to thank Max and Hiro later since it was quite obvious that the two had rigged the drawing lots to make sure Tyson would end up with Hilary as his trekking partner and the two would patch things up before the training camp started. Even if it had led to the two of them walking towards their potential deaths, at least Tyson got to see Hilary flustered over saying something cheesy to him.
It was only a few minutes later that they arrived at a sort of clearing, that Tyson recognized from earlier in the day, and it took him quite the effort to not jump up and down with excitement over the thought of being close to making it back to where the rest of the team were. His natural instinct reminded him that they were in a forest and loud noises could attract trouble during the night, so he calmly turned around to inform Hilary that they weren’t too far from the main trail now, but it seemed that she’d made the connection too, as her ruby eyes shined taking in their surroundings. However, Hilary’s instincts must’ve told her something else, because she’d let go of Tyson’s jacket and clasped her hands together excitedly.
“I remember this place!” she cried out, “I remember this from-”
Tyson’s hands moved on their own and before he knew it he’d put one hand against her mouth, muffling any sound that may escape from it, and the other on her shoulder, gripping it tightly to hold her steady. He sent her a warning look, gesturing to their surroundings with his head in hopes of silently explaining the situation to her, but when their eyes locked, he saw that there was no comprehension in hers, only shock.
And a moment later, Tyson hoped that the moonlight wasn’t playing any tricks on him, that what he had seen flicker through her dark garnet eyes was in fact, anticipation. It was also in that moment, that he became very aware of the fact that his hand was pressed against her lips, and how their softness left a tingling sensation on his palms, that travelled through his fingers to the rest of his body, or that every time she exhaled, he’d feel her warm breath tickle against his fingers, sparking a fire in his stomach that he didn’t know he was capable of igniting.
Tyson knew he should let go of her now, that at the least she’d understood she wasn’t supposed to make any noise, or that the absolute silence surrounding them indicated they were safe here for now and nothing would jump out of the bushes to attack them. But still, his whole body remained frozen in place, he was unable to move away from her, unable to look away from her eyes.
It was as if feeling Hilary's skin against his own had cast a spell on his mind, one that he didn’t mind being under. Had her eyes always been so alluring, so easy to get lost in, he wondered to himself, his own breathing turning a little ragged as his hand that was gripping her shoulder moved slightly and came in contact with her bare collarbone.
He felt her gasp against his palm and Tyson took that as the final sign, she wasn’t shocked or upset by his actions, she wanted more.
Well if she had led them to their deaths by going off the trail, the least Hilary could do was pay him back with a kiss.
Tyson slowly slipped his hand away from her mouth and let it slide under her chin, tilting it up towards himself. Just as he had hoped, instead of jumping back or shouting at him, Hilary responded by licking her lips and letting him know exactly what she wanted. She’d spent the entire day escaping his grasp and maintaining a painful distance from him, but now even she knew that it was meaningless to resist. He smirked at her, before leaning down towards her, moving his other hand away from her shoulder and wrapping it around her waist to pull her closer to him, her eyes fluttering shut as their noses brushed against one another, their lips only just an inch away from colliding.
He could almost taste the strawberry-flavoured soda she’d had earlier this afternoon, he’d made gagging noises at her when she opened the can in front of him, but now all he wanted was to feel that sweetness on his tongue. Just a little bit further and then he’d finally have his craving satiated, just a little bit further-
Suddenly there was a blinding burst of light which made both Tyson and Hilary jump as they pulled themselves apart and raised their hands to shield their eyes from the white light that covered them. When the two finally lowered their arms in an attempt to get a look at the interruption, Tyson felt his throat dry up as Hilary let out a small shriek and hid behind him, pressing her forehead and balled-up fists against his back. As if facing the person who’d found them in such a compromising position wasn’t bad enough, Tyson had to work extra hard to keep a straight face as Hilary’s heated presence behind him only made him lose his mind in a way he couldn’t explain to anyone.
“Well, if I knew you guys would’ve been making up in that sense, I wouldn’t have bothered to come looking.”
Standing a few paces away from them, at the opposite side of the clearing was Max, holding a large flashlight in one hand and his phone in the other. He eyed the two of them with an expectant yet amused look in his baby blue eyes as if expecting them to perform something solely for his entertainment, an embarrassed outburst or a dramatic brushing away of the scene as a misunderstanding.
But Hilary continued to hide behind Tyson, which made him responsible for putting up a confident and brave front for both of them. He squared his shoulder and was ready to inform his friend in a stable voice that the two of them had just been looking for the way back to camp, nothing more and nothing less when a cheeky grin spread all across Max’s face and he beat Tyson to the punch as he waved his phone's camera in their direction.
“Oh don’t stop on my behalf, I’ll treat you guys to something nice with the money I’ll get from Rei and Hiro once we get back.”
~ Fin.
#tyhil#beyblade#bakuten shoot beyblade#tyson granger#hilary tachibana#takao kinomiya#hiromi tachibana#beyblade fanfiction#writealot#tyhil tag will never not be empty as long as i am around besties
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Sharing a TyHil snippet (that was originally supposed to be a collection of Mayblade 2023 prompts) for fun! This particular piece is far from over, I have at least three more scenes plotted out for this, but at the same time I think the current part is also very read-worthy so I'm just dropping it here until it's finished!
It's a sequel to a Rich GirlxPoor Boy AU oneshot I wrote earlier. So the premise you need to know is that Hilary is from a super duper rich family but she doesn't fit into her social circle very well. Tyson's mother runs a catering business and he often helps her out when she's understaffed, which is how the two end up meeting at a New Year's party. This snippet is based roughly 3 months after their first encounter.
Happy Reading!
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A typical birthday party in his circles involved a lot of dancing and eating, but here the guests were seated around tables in groups, reminding him more of a wedding reception. He figured the birthday girl was the one sitting at the table placed right at the centre, surrounded by a flock of other girls, presumably her friends. Of course, the girl in the centre was dressed the most glamorously out of everyone present, covered almost entirely in sequins. Even with all the shiny makeup on, she didn’t look younger than twenty to him and it put the whole changing the menu last minute thing into perspective, as Tyson was expecting it to be a little kid’s tantrum. No wonder Mariam’s mood had been soured. Quickly digging through the bowl of smooth gelato in his hands, he ran a bored eye across the rest of the hall, he’d expected to see more things he could make a mockery out of, but as far as rich people parties were concerned, this one was very conventional.
His brows furrowed when he watched the birthday girl receive a present from a newcomer, which she immediately handed over to a maid who was standing behind her to add onto the gift pile. The table that the gifts were arranged on was barely a few steps away from the girl and yet she couldn’t bother to get up and keep it herself. Privilege sure made people lazy, Tyson thought to himself, having licked the bowl clean from the gelato, he decided he’d had enough of watching the snoozefest. He’d make sure that his mother gave him written proof that she would pay him back for all the manual labour he did today and then head back to his dorm, maybe even think about preparing for an important match next week.
Just as he was about to turn his back to the view of the party, the maid behind the birthday girl moved yet again, this time farther than one table down, and a very familiar face came into view.
One that he’d been hoping to run into for a while now.
The bowl from his hand almost slipped as his eyes widened at the sight of the girl, the brunette he’d met while working for his mother on new year’s eve, three months ago.
Once he spotted her, it was hard for him to look away.
Unlike possibly every other girl in the room, she was the only one dressed in a plain top and skirt, which made her look more alluring between all the glitter and sequin that surrounded her. Her wavy brown hair was flowing freely behind her back, just a few strands falling loose in the front and framing her face perfectly. She wore a disinterested look on her face as she sat with one elbow resting on the table and another holding a glass of champagne still full to the brim, not bothering to speak to any of the other guests that were sharing the table with her.
But what made Tyson’s face break into a huge grin was the thick book that lay next to a plate with a half eaten cake slice on the table.
There was no doubt about it, she was the same girl Tyson had so boldly kissed at new year’s eve.
The memory of the kiss was etched into his minds for various reasons, but the one that ate away at him the most was how he should’ve apologised for his impulsive actions right away. That’s what one of his closest friends Rei, who was currently his mother’s number one sous chef, had given him a lecture about as soon as that party ended since he’d witnessed the whole thing go down. Rei had very cleverly pointed out that the girl could’ve raised a complaint against him, or even worse his mother’s company, which would not be good for their reputation in the business.
He’d sat and thought about his friend’s words carefully, and keeping in mind the girl’s shocked reaction, Tyson realised that he had indeed messed up pretty bad. But luckily for him as days and weeks passed without his mother every receiving a complaint from the hosts of the party, he felt relieved. He was still, however, concerned about finding the girl and apologizing to her. That was one of the reasons he found it hard to turn down his mother when she asked him to help with something she was working on this side of the town, a tiny hope igniting in his heart that he may just run into that girl again.
And while at the beginning of his day he had assumed that luck was not on his side, Tyson now understood that perhaps all of this had just been a grand scheme played by the forces of universe to get the two of them to reunite.
Having made up his mind, he quickly scanned the kitchen. His mother and Rei were very busy taste testing the main course and discussing improvements they could pull off before it needed to be served, Mariam was still busy taking into account all the dessert they had on hand and Mao was negotiating with the hotel staff about the broken cutlery. If Tyson was to slip out of the kitchen, now would be the perfect moment.
Positioning himself behind the door as he waited for the exact moment when one server would enter while another exited, Tyson looked over his clothes. Even if he did make it out of the kitchen unnoticed, he’d have trouble not being the odd one out since he wasn’t exactly dressed according to the theme. If Rei knew what he was doing, Tyson would surely get pulled aside and thrown out the back, but this was a risk he knew he needed to take today to not let this chance slip out of his hand. The consequences was something that he could deal with later.
Grabbing the perfect chance as the door opened, Tyson slipped in between the two servers, hiding behind the one heading out with the full tray and stepping into the event. A nervous excitement filled him as he made sure to not let himself get too far away from the guy he was using as a cover, and his mother’s employee did pass him a suspicious look but Tyson shrugged him off with a reassuring grin, motioning in the direction of the table where the girl was seated. The tall guy made an expression which clearly stated that he didn’t get paid enough to care about this as he took Tyson’s advice to move towards her table.
Tyson couldn’t completely avoid making eye-contact with a few guests who frowned at his appearance and whispered amongst themselves, but when the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed and the birthday girl took to the stage with a mic in her hand, he knew that he’d made the right decision by slipping out. The girl requested everyone to stand up for her performance, making it much easier for him to blend in, though he did not appreciate her grating voice blaring out of the speakers all around the room. The guests took their sweet time in getting up from their seats, but the birthday girl wouldn't be demotivated and she kept tapping her foot on the stage, refusing to start till everyone was standing up.
While his attention had been turned to the stage, the space around him became crowded as more and more people stood up and he lost sight of the server he had been following around. Cursing under his breath he widened his eyes as he searched the now dimly lit hall for the brunette, careful about not moving too much till his eyes adjusted to the dark lighting, He was able to spot her plain brown hair after a few minutes of searching and with a relieved yet nervous feeling in his chest, he made his way towards her just as the intro to a pop song begun to play.
The birthday girl began to sing, her loud and a little bit unpleasant voice filled the whole venue, drowning out any other sound that may serve as a relief to the audience’s ears. The only reason this made Tyson glad was because no one could hear the thumping of his heart as he neared the brunette, fists balled at his sides in an attempt to control his excitement. His plan was simple, he would tap on her shoulder, wait for her to recognise him before he apologised and then walk away. If things went well he might end up walking away with her number, if they didn’t she might call security to escort him out of this party he wasn’t invited to, either way Tyson felt he was playing a fair game. So when he arrived at the girl’s table, he just took one deep breath in preparation before he lightly tapped her shoulder, putting on his most confident smile as he watched her turn around in confusion.
To be honest, Tyson had expected her to take some time in recognising him since their encounter had happened almost three months ago. He was sure that she was the kind of girl who went to many such parties, who had a busy social life filled with new faces, who by now might even had made a boyfriend or two and had already forgotten all about the strange bartender who stole a kiss from her at new year’s eve.
But when she turned, startled by his sudden presence behind her, even in the dark her garnet eyes shined bright as they widened taking in his appearance. Her pink lips parted in a silent gasp of surprise and a cautious hand flew to cover her mouth as possibly the memory of their last meeting slipped into her mind. She tried to take a step back but bumped into the chair that she had been sitting in a while ago, deciding then to press herself against it as both hands clasped the chair’s top hilt tightly and her lips pursed together as fixed him with a look of dumbfounded surprise.
As grateful Tyson was for her being able to remember him right away, watching her reaction did make his heart flutter all the way to his throat and he had to swallow a loud gulp to keep himself from doing something stupid. The words for his apology had been on the tip of his tongue for days but now that the moment of truth was here, all his brain could think about was how pretty she looked in person and how his imagination over the last few months hadn’t done her looks any justice.
With the streak of luck he’d endured the whole day, of course in the next moment the birthday girl lost her breath a minute into the song and decided to end her performance abruptly, receiving a modest applause from the audience as the lights in the hall were suddenly switched back on.
A look of panic crossed both of their faces as they realised that now everyone on the brunette’s table and a few more people who sat around them were staring at Tyson with curious eyes, whispering among themselves wondering who he was and how he’d gotten in without following the glitter dress code for the party. Tyson tried to keep a calm expression on his face, he knew that if he got caught now it would hurt his mother’s business irreparably. He had to think of an escape route, if only he had thought about his plan more carefully and borrowed an apron and a tray from one of the servers, he would’ve saved himself the embarrassment of getting caught like this. Despite all of it, he was sure that if he could get just a few more minutes to canvas the area, he would be able to pull himself out of this mess just fine.
The girl, however, had different ideas.
He was almost impressed by how quickly she got over the panic of being seen with him, a complete stranger at this party, by people who were possibly her close friends. Her ruby eyes that had shined bright with surprise just a minute ago, now bore a triumphant sparkle as her lips curved up in a gloating smile. Tyson barely had any time to react as she reached forward and looped her arm with his and stood next to him with her shoulder pressed tightly against his arm.
“I told you guys he was just too busy to show up on time,” she said sweetly as she turned to face all of her friends. The birthday girl had stalked off the stage and joined the gang of onlookers, pushing her way to the front to get a better look at Tyson, since he had managed to steal the attention away from her for a few moments. The snivelling look on the birthday girl’s face didn’t seem to bother the brunette, her grip around Tyson’s arm only tightened as she spoke the next few words with such a vindicative tone that even he was ready to kneel down in front of her.
“I am so glad that I finally get to introduce my boyfriend in person to all of you.”
#tyhil#beyblade#bakuten shoot beyblade#tyson granger#hilary tachibana#takao kinomiya#hiromi tachibana#beyblade fanfiction#writealot#i dont wanna put the au trope in the tags but SURPRISE SURPRISE WITH THE LAST LINE HAHAHAHHAHA#what is hilary dragging tyson into???
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Up until now I was just terrorising the Beyblade tag on tumblr with my TyHil content but I'm gonna take TyHil Month as a chance to slowly sort through all my oneshots to group them properly and begin posting them on AO3.
#tyhil#beyblade#ghost au even has a name now#and i have a name for the little snippets written keeping their grev versions in mind too#college AU needs a name tho#i think that's the one i'll post first 🤣
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★WIP POLL GAME UPDATE ★
Starting from the least voted 🤭
[Banners/post-dividers by @/cafekitsune]
#4th Place (1 Line): Medieval Fantasy-ish AU (TyHil/Pokeshipping), Currently untitled
This seemed to be a cause of concern to him as well because, during the past few hours that Hilary had spent with the two, Misty had brought up Ash’s lack of physical prowess as a teasing point more than a few times.
#3rd Place (5 Lines): Fake Dating AU (TyHil), Currently untitled
“I’m sorry, I really am, but you owe me!”
The alley he had barged into turned out to be a dead end, Tyson cursed under his breath and came to a halt. Spinning on his feet to face the brunette who had surprisingly followed him all the way here from the hotel, he fixed her with an intense glare, hoping to scare her off but she had stopped a few paces ahead of him, keeping a respectable distance between them as she folded her arms across her chest and stared back at him with a passive gaze of her own.
“An apology for the kiss? Yes.” Tyson gritted his teeth as her words rang in his ears, pointing in the direction of the hotel they had just come from, he added in a bitter tone, “But whatever that was, hell no!”
#2nd Place - Tie - (7 Lines): Intimacy Series (Pokeshipping), Strawberry Kisses on AO3, yet to be uploaded on FFN
She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and let out a loud scream, if she couldn’t even make up her mind over something like this, did she even deserve to win?
Feeling lost and confused, Misty’s eyes searched the stands for a familiar face and it didn’t take her too long to find him.
Ash was sitting in the second row from the front, not too far from where she was standing on the battle ground. He had been observing Starmie too but when their eyes met, Misty felt a new surge of energy rush into her veins. He didn’t smile, he didn’t give her an encouraging nod, he didn’t even look like he wanted to cheer her on. No, Ash’s face was lit up with an intensity of a raging fire, one that wanted to be at the centre of the ring and wouldn’t be contained until it got what it wanted. His jaw was set and his brown eyes bore into her, as if to say that if Misty didn’t see this battle through, he’d come down from the stands to finish it himself.
#2nd Place - Tie - (7 Lines): Regency Era (Mimato), In This Life and the Next on AO3/FFN
The rush she had felt when Sora first suggested the elaborate plan to her that night, had long since faded and Mimi was starting to doubt her ability to keep the story straight in front of Lord Stonefield. Her father always told Mimi, that she was not a good liar and thus she should refrain from even attempting to do so. And she diligently followed that advice, owning up to her mistakes whenever necessary, always speaking the truth to her father and her friends, even if it hurt their feelings often. However, Sora had not only managed to convince Mimi to go ahead with this ruse but dragged even her own husband into it, who was best friends with the man they were going to fool. Things did proceed smoothly at the beginning, Mimi pretended to stay sick so she would not run into the Earl as often at the Sunnyhill Manor while Sora and Lord Tai attempted to make him believe the lie they had cooked up. Sora informed her very brightly that Matt had walked right into the trap, perhaps things were easier with Tai helping them, and while that did relieve Mimi slightly, she still did not feel courageous enough to meet his eye until the morning they were meant to depart for his estate.
Once left alone in the carriage as it slowly waded its way to their destination, Mimi had no choice but to face him head on and keep up the lie all by herself, without the reassuring smiles of Sora or timely interruptions of Lord Tai to keep her company.
#1st Place (8 Lines): Soulmates AU (Mimato), Pieces of You and Me on FFN/AO3
Mimi awoke with a start.
Even as her eyes struggled to open wide, her hands felt the mattress beneath her and she knew instantly that she was in a stranger’s bed. The realisation gave her some strength to pull herself up and keep her groggy eyes open so she could take in her surroundings. The room was too minimalist for her tastes, Mimi thought as she scrunched up her nose at the dull grey colour of the bedsheet and blankets around her. Curtains of a similar dull shade covered the windows on the opposite side of the room, blocking the sunlight from entering the room and filling it with some life. Next to the bed was a small table on which a black, digital alarm clock rested along with a glass and a bottle of water. She wondered if the water was meant for her, and as if on cue, she was aware of her throat feeling parched so without a second thought, she reached forward and poured herself a full glass. While gulping down the water, she even became conscious of the headache that ailed her, almost as if someone had dropped a whole lot of bricks on top of her.
#writing#tyhil#mimato#pokeshipping#wip updates!#next weekend i'm home for 4 days so at least one of these is getting picked and updated#i'm leaning towards regency era mimato#but we'll see
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TyHil stealing each other’s clothes or holding hands for the fluff bingo 🥺
Here it is (-finally-).
Decided to pick hand holding, since I've written a Pokeshipping oneshot for the first prompt and couldn't really come up with something new for it. Not that this stuck to the prompt in any way 💀
This is a direct continuation of Part 2 of the College AU, with the first half featuring a conversation between Hilary and my OC which I'm not posting here, but the full chapter is up on ffn!
[Send an otp + prompt from this Fluff bingo and I'll try to write a quick drabble!]
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Finally after a few minutes, she held her breath and began to make her way towards her room. Charlie was right, as much as it pained Hilary to admit it even inside her head, but there was no point in discussing how she was feeling with anyone but Tyson. She wondered if he would be upset with her, as she had sent him off to the room when he had started treating cleaning up as playtime quite some time ago, that she had made him wait for so long. When she rested one hand on the doorknob, she placed the other one on her chest in an attempt to calm her nerves. This was not the first time they’d share a bed together she reminded herself, he had spent so much time in her dorm room after all. However, the threat of Charlie or any of her other friends barging in at any time had usually kept them in check at that time while tonight would be the first time the two of them would lie down together on her bed.
She shook her head rigorously, not caring what it would do to her perfectly set hair that had managed to stay pinned up through the night. Her brain reminded her that she had to stop doodling around, Tyson could have just left with his friends at any point of the night, even when she thought he wasn’t really enjoying himself because she was so busy hosting, but he stayed. He stayed and he helped her move the furniture back, pick up all the plastic cups around the house and made sure all the leftovers were packed into Tupperware boxes and stored safely in the fridge, without her even asking him to do so. He wasn’t the kind of person who collected favours so she was sure that he wasn’t expecting to get rewarded for his actions, but she felt guilty about maybe giving him false hope.
Well she could spend an eternity overthinking this situation but the only way to find out the truth was to face it.
One deep breath later, Hilary twisted the knob and slowly opened the door to her bedroom, trying her best to keep it from creaking. The sight that awaited her made her breath a sigh of relief and bite her lip out of guilt at the same time.
It’s not like she had been expecting to see Tyson laying on top of her bed Titanic-style, but she also hadn’t imagined he would instead try to forcefully squeeze himself into the window nook which was clearly not big enough for someone of his size. He must have been tired after rearranging the house and cleaning up, and she had purposefully stalled her arrival, so naturally it made sense for him to just stop waiting up for her and give into the urge to fall asleep. Why he had chosen the nook instead of the bed was something that confused her, but what irked Hilary the most was how uncomfortable he looked, sleeping with his whole body cramped into a small space. She marched up to him and without any hesitation shook him lightly, hoping that that would be enough to wake him since he usually slept like a log.
“Hey.” Tyson answered groggily, lifting himself up partially to face her, eyes still droopy from being woken up so suddenly.
“Hi.”
“Is the house back to being good enough to host the Emperor?” He asked, even while being half asleep he managed to live up to his usual cheekiness.
“Charlie’s still here, so.”
Hilary smiled at the way his whole face lit up with a grin and he looked much more awake. He lifted his knees to make some space for her to sit down and she did, surprised that there was still enough of it for her to take a seat despite the size of the nook.
“Sorry, I made you wait for so long. You could’ve just-” She paused, her hand was already gesturing towards the bed but her face was now a deep shade of red as she realised that thanks to the cramped up nook, she had no choice but to look at Tyson directly and there weren’t many directions she could turn her head in to avoid meeting his gaze. Which is something that she would have preferred, especially when she was about to tell him that it was okay for him to sleep on her bed.
“I know, but I didn’t...I thought that-” Tyson seemed to have caught on to what she was trying to imply but was facing the same problem as her where he tried to look at anything but her face and failed miserably at it. His ears turned a bright red when their eyes met, but by now they both knew that attempting to avoid each other’s eyes was futile. Thankfully, he seemed to have more courage in him than her, as he took a deep breath and conveyed clearly what he had been trying to say earlier, “I thought that it would be weird if I did that without your permission.”
She found the anxious expression on his face cute, it wasn’t often that she got to witness Tyson second guessing himself and it made her want to pull at his cheeks until he laughed. Most of all, however, she felt relieved and maybe a little bit ashamed by how she had wasted time by worrying over whether Tyson would be able to understand her boundaries. He was somehow the most arrogant and yet most considerate person she had ever met, so she shouldn’t have expected anything less from him.
“I wouldn’t have gotten mad at you for lying down because you’re tired.”
She stood up smiling and stretched both of her hands in front of her, gesturing Tyson to take them. He looked confused but still obliged, intertwining his fingers with hers and letting out a loud laugh at her attempts to pull him up, watching her struggle for a bit before he finally caved and stood up, surprising her with the sudden lack of distance between them. Up until now she had been too nervous to meet his eye and now she couldn’t bring herself to look away, even as she took a few steps back and her thighs collided with the edge of her bed and she slowly climbed into it, guiding Tyson in doing the same with their hands still locked together tightly.
Her back sunk into the mattress as Tyson loomed over her, pinning her hands down above to her head. She could feel the warmth from his body seep into her own, increasing the coziness of her bed tenfolds. When he leaned in closer, his forehead brushing against hers lightly, Hilary wanted to tell him that maybe this wasn’t so bad after all and she wouldn't mind having him in her bed if it meant being able to feel like she was floating on top of a cloud on a pleasant summer day. But when she opened her mouth to speak, what came out instead was a long yawn.
Tyson blinked slowly in surprise before he lifted his head and started laughing loudly as her whole face turned red. She hadn’t felt exhaustion catch up to her at all, and as embarrassing as this was, in her eyes it was partially Tyson’s fault for making her feel so warm and snug by just being around her. Before Hilary could say anything to redeem herself however, Tyson leaned down again and planted a kiss on her forehead, finally letting go of her hands and moving next to her. He slipped his arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, a hint of laughter still hanging around his frame.
“Good night, Hils.” He whispered straight into her ears, sending a shiver down her spine.
She mumbled a response, which she could only hope reached his ears as her eyes just refused to cooperate and had practically glued themselves shut. How could she not have noticed how tired she had been feeling until the most crucial moment of the night? Hilary used up the last of her barely awake mind to think about these things and to her surprise, her breathing slowly fell into rhythm with Tyson’s heartbeat, that she could feel pounding against her back, lulling her into one of the deepest sleeps she had ever had.
When she awoke the next morning, she saw that neither of them had moved too much during the night and were pretty much in the same position they had fallen asleep in. Tyson’s arms were still wrapped around her waist, with the only change being that her own hands were resting on top of his, and that her boyfriend’s face was buried snugly into her neck. She could feel his hot breath against the nape of her neck every time he breathed in and out, and was surprised how the tingly feeling on her skin hadn’t jolted her awake earlier, since she had always been a light sleeper. Her eyes eventually landed on the tiny clock on her bedside table and she couldn't believe that it was already well past noon and she was still in bed.
Hilary had always been the type of person who would wake up at the slightest sound of a breeze passing by and whose bodily alarm clock would not allow her to stay in bed after 8 AM, that is until she had decided to share her bed with Tyson.
#answered#tyhil#beyblade#beyblade fanfiction#takao kinomiya#hiromi tachibana#tyson granger#hilary tachibana#tyson x hilary#oc: charlie takaishi/ando
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