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randomchaosyay · 3 months

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February 3rd - Free De La Hoya - Cuddles

Warnings: None

Not enough people write for beyblade

Like these guys are unfairly hot and for what 😭😩

Reader gender not specified

You were trying to train in peace for once, your boyfriend, Free, still asleep. You had slipped out of his grasp when you woke up, knowing you’d get nothing done once he’d woken up. You managed to spend a good hour or two training and developing a new launch style before the shouts of your name started.

Kris was the first to find you, Valt and Honcho quick to follow. At this point you were quick to ask of the situation.

“Free?” You questioned.

“Free.” They replied, nodding their heads.

You went off to see what had become of that lovely boyfriend of yours. Since these three had come screaming and looking for you that could only mean one of two things. One, Free was walking around BC Sol and moping, or two he was completely obliterating battling the newbies.

Walking into the training room you were quickly able to figure out which one it was. About 5 people lay on the floor in exhaustion bey parts scattered everywhere. Letting out a soft sigh, you walked up to free and gave him a quick hug from behind as he burst, yet another, bey.

The change in attitude was instant, he quickly turned around, grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to his room, leaving behind a lot of confused newbies.

Pushing you back onto the bed he laid down on top of you, snuggling into you comfortably.

“I missed you” Free’s voice was a soft whisper.

“I know Love, but you can’t just bully the newbies until you find me again”

“It’s not my fault they’re not strong”

You sighed softly, and gently squeezed him tighter. You knew you wouldn’t be moving for the rest of the day. Sure there are more productive things you could be doing with your day.

But you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else than cuddling with Free.

#fluff uary #x reader #fanfic #beyblade x reader #beyblade #beyburst #free de la hoya #free de la Hoya x reader #fluffuary #fluffuary2024 #fluff-uary

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lyx-writes · 7 months

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Wakiya Cuddling Headcanons

For @oiks01, who asked for a Wakiya x Reader a little while ago. There was no prompt or anything, so I hope you don't mind this small thing. I also need to post, so people don't think I'm inactive.

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He honestly likes cuddling after a totally exhausting day

As well as when he’s mad/something pissed him off

He doesn’t exactly admit it, but he enjoys your comfort. Like, when he’s not being dramatic over something (which he often is)

Would LOVE to have his hair be played with while cuddling

Often falls asleep during it

Likes being the smaller spoon

Normally complains to you while cuddling, he’ll need to be really tired in order to shut up

Loves cuddling when he’s cold I bet

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Apologies for how short this is, I'm not much into Beyblade as I was years ago, so I'm somewhat contemplating removing it from my fandoms list. But who knows, maybe I need to write for another fandom for a bit.

#beyblade burst #beyblade x reader #wakiya murasaki #wakiya murasaki x reader #beyblade burst evolution #i forgot beyblade tags #god im tired

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bladerbunny · 6 months

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Garland Headcanons

Casual Headcanons

>Vegetarian but loves the smell of bacon. Most people think its because he is super health conscious or morally against it. But really its just because he's so tired after training and babysitting his teammates that grabbing a head of romaine out of the fridge and eating it right there is the easiest thing to do. >Absolute slut for rainy weather. He will take a break for however long the weather is stormy, curl up in his favorite blanket with a nice cup of tea, and just watch the downpour from his window. >thinks costumes are weird and creepy so the All Starz like to torment him by following him around in mascot costumes from various US teams > Sleeps like a restless toddler. kicks, lays diagonal, rolls up in the blanket, halfway slips off the bed, and doesn't realize it one bit the next morning. Snores like a fucking train in a tunnel >Apologizes and humanizes inanimate objects. Mystel is a little weirded out about how close Garland is with his launcer, even. > Garland works out in both body and mind. He loves Sudoku, puzzles, crosswords, and anything else that can get his mind a good workout. > My dude loves his Arena rock music. >Lactose Intolerant

Relationship Headcanons

>Love Language hovers between physical touch and words of affirmation >He loves just getting to phyically touch his partner, whether it be hand holding, cuddling, or a quick brushing of the shoulders in passing. >But he also loves praises from them, and hearing how great they think he is, and he loves returning the praise >Isn't a great cook, but loves to help in the kitchen. Will enthusiastically peel potatoes and chop veggies for you. >As much as he loves cuddling, He is a restless sleeper so a lot of the time he tries to go to bed after his partner, or sleep in another room altogether. >Visibly flustered by his partner at almost any little thing. He practically melts and turns into a shy little child. >Favorite dates with him would probably be a nice evening walk in the park somewhere, rock climbing, or an extreme trampoline park. >He loves when YOU cuddle him. expect to be big spoon a lot. >Brush this mans hair and his heart is yours for life. he's practically a cat there might be some purring

#garland siebald x reader #beyblade x reader #garland siebald headcanons #beyblade headcanons #the justice 5

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chyeyuj · 1 year

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JEALOUS — KRISTINA KURODA

-,, Summary ; after seeing how close Free and Kris are, Y/N felt jealous

Warnings! : Possible angst, AFAB!reader, first time doing angst?, Might do alot of 3rd Pov, might have spoiler,skipped a first ,,few episodes so I might not know so much

3rd POV

You're currently training to be able to beat your team's opponents, for the sake of getting in the World League. After training, you went to search for Kris, you see, you've had a ,,little`` crush on Kristina Kuroda herself, you wanted to confess to her today and right now. You've got high hopes but you know that she might not accept your little confession. Here you are infront of Kris's office, just as you were about to go in, you saw and/or heard what was happening in her office. You saw a glimpse of yellow strand of hair, which you know belongs to Free. You know you shouldn't be doing this but you didn't care at all. You decided to look further. What you saw broke you. Free and Kris was making out with eachother. You looked at your love letter that was being held by your hand and threw it away. You thought to yourself that you were no match for her. `she's probably into guys only.` and `why would I even think that she would like me.` you couldn't hold back your tears as you ran away sobbing. Kris heard your faint sobs and stops with what she's doing. "Free did you hear that?" She asked the yellow haired. "Mhm. I think you should go after her." Free let go of Kris and back away from her. "Goodluck I guess." Free smiled a bit and patted Kris's shoulder. "Thanks." Little did you know that Kris actually knew your ,,small crush on her, to be exact, she likes you too but she also loves Free. The difference is that she LIKES you and LOVES Free. When she got out of the office door, she stepped on something that got her attention. It was the letter that you wanted to give her earlier. She took it and read it.

Dear Kris,

I have actually I loved you for a very long time, I wanted to confess to you a few days ago but I wanted to wait for the right exact moment. I hope you like love me back. Well, I hope I don't sound like I'm forcing you to love me,,haha,,

—From N/N

Kris stared at your letter before sighing. She knew she loves Free more than you but she jsut felt a pinch of pity. Should she chase you or should she wait until you talk to her again? All she knows is that she should do the first option. No matter if she only sees you as a friend.

#kristina kuroda #beyblade #beyblade burst #beyblade burst evolution #kristina kuroda x reader #angst #beyblade x reader

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stuffeddeer · 2 months

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i want to spoil ranpo with sweets and little plushies like the baby he is hes 26 but the 2 is silent. hes my child i adopted him

BUT THE 2 IS SILENT LMFAOOOO

Everyone is gathered in a circle in the middle of the Agency's office, on edge as they surround... something. Behind them is a whiteboard on wheels with a few tallies covering it, a line down the middle separating them. Four tallies lined up on one side, four tallies lined up on the other.

The president enters the room, confused at the ruckus that has ceased operations. He quietly makes his way to the center, using his tall stature to peer over everyone and see into the circle.

Before he can react, Ranpo shouts,

"NOW!"

and you both let your beyblades rip. Cheers start coming from either side, various members hoping for either you or Ranpo to succeed. The toys bash into each other over and over, waiting to see who'll knock out the other first.

"RANPO, DON'T KICK THEM!" You yelp, hands moving out to hold him back from manipulating the results — results he assuredly already deduced. So, if he was trying to mess with them, then...

Dazai shouts your name, proclaiming you as the winner of the beyblade tournament. Kunikida promptly moves to the whiteboard, cracking open the marker in his hand to add another tally to the left side.

Standing in shock, Fukuzawa isn't sure of what to think. "Who brought this in?"

Ranpo points to you, grinning before slinging an arm around your shoulder. "Aren't they great? It's a gift for me! For being so awesome, obviously."

Fukuzawa only sighs, heading back into his office without a word.

"Best out of seven?"

"Ranpo, we already moved from best of three to five. Just admit you lost!"

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nunezs-stuff · 9 months

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Kianna komori

Warning this has abuse and PTSD so if you're sensitive to these types of things please don't read

She honestly tried very hard to prove that she wasn't useless to her father but no matter what she did it was never enough it hurt a lot and so she eventually pushed every single person away the thing she regretted was pushing her sister away and

Because of the neglect and emotional abuse.

She pushes everyone away and she's developed trust issues

When her sister died it hit at her emotions she was.

smart and throughout her her time and the sakamaki house she knew that all of them saw her as only a blood packet and was only waiting until she hit puberty.

But unbeknownst to them she was gathering a lot of information about them before she killed them and when she got a hold of Subaru's knife killed them all without hesitation of course it wasn't easy since some of them tried to kill her and when she finally left the house she was ready for a suicide mission but it was like that .

And after that she develops survivor's guilt because she feels that her sister should have survived not her and she has PTSD.

She was always used to being independent on herself learning how to cook read everything and.

She's never used to depending on people and she doesn't want to because she doesn't want to get attached to someone just to lose them.

When she was in the sakamaki house Cordelia tried to take her heart and possess her but she wasn't able to.

She prefers to have short hair because it's easier to deal with it and cutting her hair was like cutting her ties to the church and her father

And she used to cut herself to deal with the neglection

Although during the passing years she let her hair grow a bit longer

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simp999 · 11 months

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Short Lived.

Pairing: Ken Midori x Reader

Series: Beyblade Burst

Wc: 5.4k (help)

A/N: A new friend got me back into beyblade and I needed to write for my old beloved. (Sorry splatoon manga fans, I'm still working on the next chapter!)

A/N 2: I know that the beyblade fans don't vibe on tumblr for the most part, but I am deprived of beyblade fanfic. Take it

Warnings: Ends with fluffy angst (Might make Ch.2 if anyone wants.)

Themes: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers(?)-Not officially lovers but like c'mon now

Masterlist

A frustrated sigh escapes your lips as you cut the loose threads from the glove you’re trying to sew back together.

Last night, you had been training with your bey, but it seemed your glove had had enough of the years of sweat, abuse, and regular washes that it had gone through, and gave up on you. It had gotten you through many wins, and you doubt you’d find another just as comfortable since this one is now worn perfectly to your launching hand. You remembered that your school left the home ec. class open after hours, so you figured you’d give attempting to fix your glove a shot, which obviously wasn’t going well. The threads were too far apart, then too loose, then they just looked so badly done, you were ready to give up and buy a new one. Before you were able to fully get up from your seat, a boy came up to you - a brown puppet on one hand, and blue on the other.

The brown one began to talk in a goofy voice; “Hi there! Would you like some help? This guy here likes to think he’s pretty good at sewing.” The blue one cut him off, in a drastically different voice, “Yeah, ya seem to be strugglin’ a bit there.”

You could only stare at the person in amazement. What a skilled ventriloquist! Not only can he speak with minimal movement from his mouth, but he can switch voices so quickly!

You dismiss your thoughts, remembering the situation at hand. You get a little flustered after examining how badly you managed to mess up your stitching this time, accepting the kind stranger’s offer.

“Yeah… That’d actually be really nice.”

The boy takes a seat in the chair beside you, making sure to keep some distance between you two. He takes off his puppets and places them on the table with care, reaching a hand out toward your glove, silently asking to borrow it. You hand the beaten and well-used glove over, and he carefully but efficiently undoes the miserable stitching that you did. It doesn’t take long before it’s all gone, and you’re mesmerised by the way he so quickly threads the needle and pokes it through the fabric, making seemingly perfect lines. You see that he’s not doing the usual stitch, and you study the way he continues for a bit. He gets about a third through the small hole in the glove before handing it back to you, putting his puppets back on his hands to explain how to do this new stitch. A backstitch. He explains how to do it with maximum efficiency, and tells you that this stitch is great for reinforcing the area, which is exactly what you need.

You’re much slower, and the lines are obviously less straight than his, but this is far better than any previous attempts. He waits for you, pointing out when you begin to put too much space between the holes, or any other details. In the meantime, he introduces himself. Well, the puppets introduce themselves and him. You smile at how cute Keru and Besu are, and marvel at their unique personalities. You quickly learn that Ken’s puppets are very important to him, and that he’s obviously been doing this type of thing since he was young. His skills only further prove that, for both sewing and ventriloquism.

You only notice that you’ve been looking at Ken a little too long when he brings Besu’s little hand up to his face to ‘wipe’ Ken’s cheek, Besu asking if there’s something stuck there. Your face heats up, realizing your mistake, and you quickly assure him that you’re just heavily impressed by his ventriloquism skills. You can see slight surprise cross his face, it seems people don’t often see how difficult his skill really is. Besu thanks you, while Keru boasts about how long Ken’s been practicing for. He gets on to mentioning his puppet shows, and the two of you talk for a bit. It’s cut short when you sheepishly ask him if he can tie the final knot for you.

You try on your glove on the way home, trying to remember all the little details of the person you just met. The spikey, fluffy-looking black hair he had, the comfortable green color scheme, even his little snaggle tooth was hard to miss. It felt like you two spoke for hours, even though it was only probably 20 or so minutes. The sun is halfway through setting, and you find yourself wanting to see him again. You’re sure he went to the same school, it was simply unlucky that he and you had separate classes.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧�� ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

You spent the next couple of days paying more attention to your surroundings at school. Taking the longer routes to classes, walking around during lunch, and even getting out of class a couple of minutes early so you could try to wait at the front door. No luck.

You didn’t really have anyone to hang out with, your - acquaintances at best - having their closer friends to hang out with. You didn’t mind, but there was something about the puppeteer that had you wanting more of his presence. He just seemed so… kind, and comforting.

With no luck from your attempts, you decide to test out the bey stadium on top of the school. You heard rumors of it, but never bothered trying it out, favoring the one at the park and the one you had at home- you and your dad had built it.

Before turning the corner, you heard the all too familiar sound of a bey spinning. You contemplated even going, but you were interested in potentially finding another skilled blader.

A boy with white hair and a black vest is fully concentrated on the red bey before him. You could bet that he’s counting the seconds that it’s spinning for, so you wait to make your presence known so as to not distract him. It spins for an impressive amount of time, and you wait for him to stand up and wipe the sweat from his forehead before approaching him.

“Can I help you?”

“I doubt it, but do you happen to know where I can find a boy named Ken? He wears mostly green, has two puppets-”

“Oh, Ken Midori. I believe he has a puppet show starting sometime soon in the main area of the mall.”

He finally looks at you head-on, and you recognize him. He’s known to be an extremely skilled blader, supposedly the best at school. Shu Kurenai. You pretend to not know him, and you thank him for his time before making your way to the mall. You’ve always tried to keep your beyblading lifestyle on the down-low, changing up your appearance in battle and only really practicing alone. Beyblading isn’t your only personality trait.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

You smile at all the little kids who are sat down in front of the booth, and imagine all the thankful parents who can finally get somewhat of a break. The story follows an over-confident but weak hero who can’t manage to beat a dragon. Help arrives, and you’re quick to recognize the two puppets and their voices. Your smile grows, and you excitedly wait for the end. No, not the end of the cute story being played, you’re excited to go see the boy managing those two adorable puppets. Though, the story is still engaging and fun. They sure are experienced at what they do.

The puppets bow to their audience, and the curtains close. While kids begin to shuffle through the crowd to meet up with their parents, you carefully make your way over to the booth, watching out for any green and black. A lady comes up to you and asks if she can help with anything, and you see that she has a puppet on one of her hands, one from the show.

“Oh, yes! I’m looking for Ken?”

She nods and calls out his name, and the boy makes his way over to the lady, only spotting you afterward. Besu’s the first to talk:

“Oh! You made it to our show!”

“I was pretty sharp out there, right?!” Keru intervenes, and Besu doesn’t want to feel left out, so the two begin some light banter. Ken breaks it up by giving his two puppets a glare, then he makes them bow their heads, as if they felt bad. You stifle a laugh at the scene before you, happy that you got your own mini show. Ken’s smile slightly grows, and his mother notices, so she tries to give him a little push.

“How about you two go hang out for a while? We’ve got everything covered here, and that’s the last show of the night. As long as Ken’s home by 8:30.”

You bring your hands together to play with the hem of your sleeve, feeling bad about taking her kid away for a bit.

“I don’t mind helping if you’d like?”

“Don’t worry about it, you two go have fun!”

The two of you stand in silence as his mom leaves. Ken’s not sure if he should be frustrated or thankful that his mom just threw him right outside his comfort zone, but either way, he’s stuck with you now.

You check the time on your phone, 6:07.

“We’ve got a couple hours, is there anywhere you’d like to go? Or… We are already at the mall, if you’d like to just walk around?”

Ken admits through Besu that he never really got to check out the mall. You’ve lived in this city your whole life, which means you know this mall quite well. You’re quick to drag him, metaphorically, to your favorite stores that you think he’d like. The two of you find some stickers you like, some shirts, and anything else you find interesting that’s also reasonably priced. You surprise him with a keychain of a cartoon-y dog that looks an awful lot like Besu. He looks happy to receive it, Besu doing a little dance while holding it between his little paws, but Keru crosses his arms and huffs.

You turn around to show him a keychain that you already had attached to your bag, which resembled Keru. Keru’s attitude quickly changes, remarking that he’s the better one because you have his keychain. He and Besu get into another small fight, and you’re once again reminded of Ken’s amazing skill as a ventriloquist.

The night flies by, but you’ve definitely gotten more comfortable with each other. This time, you didn’t forget to exchange contact information, so now you two can plan meet-up times. Once you wave goodbye to Ken, he stands in the middle of the quiet mall, feeling the same way you did after your first meeting. He’s never had a friend before, and he’s deciding that he’d be happy to have you as his first.

For the next few months, the two of you began hanging out outside of class. You introduce him to places you enjoy, finding out that he really likes this one clear opening in the woods not too far from your home. You went once during the day, finally trusting him enough to show him your special comfort spot. There are lots of flowers, and you even added fairy lights and a few blankets to lay on, thanks to your mom. When moving the branches away from your face and holding them away for Ken, you explain that you like to come here when you want a break from reality, or to just enjoy nature as it is.

“People are always so bombarded with lights, buildings, cars, loud noises, and the like, so we don’t often get to have 'us' time. It’s much prettier at night, we should try to convince your mom to let you stay out a bit later one night. Maybe on a weekend?”

“We often have lots of plays on the weekends, but I think our first one for next Sunday is later in the day, so if we go next Saturday night after the play it should work.” He still uses his puppets to speak, and you still love them just as much as the first day they spoke to you. They are really cute and fun, after all.

“Alright, a week and a half from now, then! Don’t forget!” Ken nods, excited to see what this place looks like at night. It seems you put lots of care into the surrounding area.

The next day, you had planned to meet up after school. At the end of your last class of the day, you get a text from your favorite ventriloquist saying his club is having an emergency meeting. You were really hoping to hang out with him, and you wouldn’t mind if there are other people around, so you ask if his club would be okay with you lingering around. He thinks about it, and figured that his friends wouldn’t mind, so the two of you meet up and you follow him to the roof.

You quietly follow behind him, a little nervous about meeting his friends. You wouldn’t usually be like this, but these are Ken’s friends, so there was a good chance you’d be seeing them time and time again.

The first one to pep up is a boy with short, blond hair, he seems to be pretty eccentric. His energy is really fun and he gives off good vibes, it feels like being around him could put you in a better mood overall, which is nice. You wave at him after he points you out, and he gives you a bright grin. You notice Shu nod at you, you’re surprised he must have remembered you. The next to speak is a shorter boy with dark blue hair, and it’s a little hard to make out what he’s saying thanks to how fast he’s talking. Something about asking if you’re Ken’s friend, then about blading.

What was that about blading? It seems the friend group quieted down after he asked you the question, also wanting an answer. Noticing your lost expression, the blondie from earlier repeats his friend’s question.

“Do you do any beyblading?”

You could tell them, but you don’t like it when your name gets out there.

“Not that much.”

“But you have a bey?”

“...Yeah.”

The blue-haired boy is quick to challenge you to a battle, but you’re not really feeling up to it. You’re not a big fan of showing off your skills to any unnecessary opponents. You don’t also want to make a fool of yourself. The ‘meeting’ goes on, and they discuss an upcoming tournament. The plan for this meeting is just to battle. They introduce themselves to you one by one, then decide that they’re going to do a tournament-style set of battles. They don’t have enough players for it to start out evenly, though. They manage to convince you to join, and you agree on the condition that you get to battle Ken in the first round. It’s the only way you’d be able to hold back.

Anyone else and you’d end up with a quick and effortless burst finish.

Valt’s up first against Honcho- or Rantaro, you’re not sure which name to use since he introduced himself as Honcho, but all the others called him Rantaro. You’re surprised at how much skill is shown before you, you may have underestimated these players. Not like it matters, though. It’s then Shu against Daigo, and you already know the outcome before it starts. Finally, you end up against Ken.

You both take your positions, and you opt to not do any strength-inducing launches, so you keep it basic. You already know exactly how this match is going to do. Your eyes flicker up from the stadium to Ken, and he looks really focused on where he intends to send his bey. He makes it all too obvious that he’s going straight to the center. You barely give the launch 15% of your power, and you let him win with a survivor finish.

As if you’d have the heart to hurt him - Well, his ego. You congratulate him on the win, and remind the gang that you don’t blade that much, with a hand stretching the back of your head and a half-smile.

“No worries! At least now our tournament can continue!”

You lean back on the bench, examining the players’ battle styles. You focus mainly on Ken’s of course, and he’s a lot stronger than you had anticipated. You watch the battle between him and Valt, the underdog pulling through. It almost looked like a stroke of complete luck that he’d won against Ken, but as much as you’d like to say that, an experienced blader’s eyes like yours could catch the hidden skill that Valt has.

He comes and sits beside you, encouraging his friends. You tag along, rooting for them. Daigo sits on the other side of you, since there isn’t anywhere else to sit and his legs are tired. The two of you don’t exchange any words, but you gain a mutual respect for each other. You like his style, and he approves of you as Ken’s friend, you seem like a good pair to him. He won’t say that aloud, though.

That weekend, Ken calls you to see if you can hang out. You try your best to never turn him down, even ditching plans just to hang out with him, but you’ve got a battle in a tournament that you can’t miss. You feel bad about it, but it can’t be helped. You tell him that you’re busy, and he assures you that it’s alright and he’ll just go watch his friends battle.

You throw on your hood and a cloth facemask, adjusting the elastics on the sides to be comfortable. This mask is really breathable, and has a cool design that consists of two rows of cartoony sharp teeth. It’s perfect for concealing your identity while you blade.

Your opponent is already up on stage when you walk up, Hanami announcing you as the Mysterious blader, only known as X. You take a glance at the crowd, there seems to be more people showing up at your battles as time goes on. You refuse to go easy when it comes to important battles, so you steady your arms and plant your feet for maximum power.

3, 2, 1, LET IT RIP!

The crowd cheers, and your hood slips down from the force of your launch. That’s why the mask is important. The hand resting next to your hips subtly brings up three fingers. Then it hides one. One left. As you bring down your index, the opponent’s bey bursts. Six seconds, it seems you were feeling generous today.

Another quick glance at the crowd was intended only to observe their reaction, but your eyes caught someone unexpected. He wasn’t supposed to be here. The puppets on his hands seemed to be as surprised as him, their mouths wide open. Before he can make any sort of movement as your eyes linger on him, you shuffle over to the changing room. You try to be subtle when you leave, checking around corners before walking past, but that someone still manages to find you. He runs up to you, hugging you excitedly, but still gently, from behind, having Besu voice his excitement.

“I knew it was you!”

Keru’s quick to add on,

“Why didn’t ya go all out against Ken, though? You’re a really strong blader!”

You take a quick look around, making sure that nobody else is in the area before taking off the mask and hoodie.

“I wanna keep it on the down low. Getting challenged left and right isn’t too fun. And I didn’t have the heart to go all out.”

The last part was muttered, but Ken heard it. He chose to ignore it, though.

“You don’t enjoy lots of battles?” Besu sounded like he was a mix of sad and curious.

“Well, I’ll be honest, I underestimated your friends. I didn’t think they’d be fun to battle, but I might just have to one of these days. I’ll only do it in a competition, though.”

Ken nods, then stands still for a second. It seems there’s a lot running through his mind. His smile grows all of a sudden, and he hugs you again.

“We need to battle for real sometime, okay?”

You embrace the hug, then let go, with your hands still on his hips. You nod, agreeing to it. You may not have the heart to go all out right away, but you’re sure that if you do it enough, one day you two could have a really all-out, fun battle. The two of you have to go separate ways since it’s dinner time, but not before you promise to battle him often.

As you walk off, he finds himself staring at you in amazement. That opponent surely wasn’t weak, you were already a couple of rounds deep in the tournament. He had come to watch the previous battle, which featured Valt, but ended up staying because he was curious about Valt’s possible future opponents. He had gotten quite the reality check instead, realizing how awesome his friend is. Yeah…friend.

That moment, Ken makes a big decision: 'That’s going to have to change. Next weekend.'

The next couple of days go by as usual, having lunch with the beyclub, and hanging out with Ken a couple of times throughout the week. Although, It’s hard to miss the way he seems to slowly inch closer to you when he’s near you, or how he may have messaged you a little more often than usual, asking how you were or if you remembered to eat.

But Tuesday, that all stopped. He went quiet. You didn’t receive a 'Good morning, see you at school!' text. He didn’t have Besu pitch into the conversation, nor did he have Keru butt in with any snarky remarks during the beyclub battles after school. He still answered when spoken to, but he seemed very… out of it. Dazed? Like he had something else on his mind. You were worried about him, especially since you planned on hanging out with him in a couple of days. You have been planning this late-night meeting for a while now, and you really hoped that he still intended on coming.

But he didn’t move away when you moved closer to him, and he didn’t flinch when you put your hand in his and rubbed your thumb against it. You wanted him to know that you’d be there for him, no matter what. You wanted to so badly tell him that you- no. That can wait.

The night finally came. The sun was almost done setting, and Ken still hadn’t made it to your house yet. Now this was getting worrying. After debating for a few minutes, you finally sent him a text.

[“Hey, we’re still on tonight, right?”]

[“Of course, I’m on my way.”]

You let out a sigh of relief, unsure of why you ever doubted him. Of course you could trust him, he was the person that you were closest to, the person you cared about the most.

You look up from your dark phone screen when you hear hurried footsteps. Ken speaks through Besu, telling you that his mom wanted help deep-cleaning the house. You give him a nod, and you gently grab his hand, (you grab Keru?), and lead him to your favorite clearing. You move the branches away, being careful as to not let them smack Ken when you let go.

Ken doesn’t notice that you two have made it to the clearing until you announce it, probably because the fairy lights weren’t on. You lead him to the blanket, getting him to make himself comfortable before finally turning on the lights with a “ta-daaa~”

You had meant for all this to feel a little silly, wanting to get rid of the tense atmosphere, but you immediately saw just about every worry leave Ken’s eyes as the lights flickered on. It’s like he was finally made aware of how dreamy the world could be, and it almost seemed as if his eyes twinkled when they met yours.

Must have just been the lights.

You sit beside him, eventually deciding to lie down once your arms got too strained from holding yourself up. The only thing filling the silence was the quiet buzzing of any nearby bugs, and the crickets. Ken let himself fall from his sitting position not too long after you did, and he was quick to pull you close to him. Impossibly close, even, as he had your head laying on his chest.

He’s never been this bold before, and you can easily tell that he’s nervous with how hard his heart is beating. You snuggle closer, if possible, and you’re almost on the brink of falling asleep. Before you can though, the fairy lights die out, allowing you to see the infinite amount of stars above you. There’s no better time than now.

“Hey.”

Ken slightly adjusts his head so his eyes can meet yours, but you don’t share his glance.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

His breath hitches. You catch the way his chest no longer moves up and down, and your lips waver, afraid you may have made a mistake. He most definitely understood what was implied, his reaction making it a dead giveaway.

It’s silent for what feels like hours, the only thing breaking it being his uneven breath. Then, his light sobs. You immediately half-sit up, focusing all your attention on Ken.

There’s a big, strained smile on his face, the kind that only shows when you’re the last person trying to convince yourself that everything’s alright. It begins to fade, and tears only begin to fall faster when you envelop him in a hug. He hugs you tighter, tighter than he ever has before, almost like he’s afraid to lose you. No, as if he’s afraid to leave you.

You back off by a couple inches when his weak hold finally allows it, and you bring a hand up to wipe one of the many tears from his cheek. You eventually have to courage to raise enough for Ken to hear.

“Ken…did I say something wrong? I never meant to hurt you, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s not your fault that you loved me.”

You both sit in silence. Your hand weakly starts to weigh itself down, away from his face, while he avoids any kind of eye contact. This was the first time you heard his voice.

“I…I don’t want to leave. I can’t just leave you, you mean so much to me!”

He begins to ramble, and it starts to become hard to understand him when the tears come right back.

“Ken, my love, I’d never leave you. What makes you think-”

“No, no, my family. My family’s puppet shows are making me travel. I have to change schools. I have to leave. I have to leave you.”

“Oh.”

That’s what that meant.

He’s leaving.

You may never see each other again.

“...When?”

“I need to start packing tomorrow. I also need to tell the bey club.”

You nod absentmindedly, you mind trying to come up with any possible, futile ways to keep him here. When nothing useful comes up, you slowly reach your hands around his torso and lay down. He allows it.

He can feel a wet spot form on his shirt, but he only embraces you tighter. He strokes your hair as gently as he can, resisting the urge to burst out into tears again. It’s much harder when the love of his life is past that point, lying on his chest, and there isn’t much else he can do as comfort.

You awake the next morning to rays of sunshine crossing your face, and you groggily attempt to sit up, but the arms wrapped around you won’t allow it. You quickly recognize the fluffy, black hair you grew so used to, and the area in the woods that you loved so much. That was all you needed as confirmation that no, none of what had happened was a dream. Your eyes want to well up again, but your body refuses, still tired from last night.

Finally, Ken’s grip loosens a bit when he takes in the situation as well, but it quickly tightens again when the two of you are sat back up.

“Don’t you still have to tell the beyclub?”

“...Yeah.”

Ken makes no effort to move until you do, grabbing his hand and letting him take the lead to wherever he had planned on meeting the club. Before he turned the corner, he takes a deep breath in and plasters the usual smile on his face. You hadn’t let go of his hand, so he currently only has Besu on.

You don’t plan on letting go any time soon.

Xander ends up interrupting the beyclub, and you all find yourselves at the Shakadera Dojo, the Beyclub battling the Swordflames. Halfway through the team battles, Daigo finally speaks up about something being off about Ken, and he slips his hand out of yours, swiftly making his way out of the dojo. You follow the beyclub, finally ending up at the top of a cliff, where they question Ken.

You know it hurts.

It hurts, even more, to say it out loud.

“Want me to tell them?”

He quickly looks your way, and his face is mixed with surprise, panic, sadness, and many other emotions. A slight nod towards you, and you somehow manage to utter out the words that Ken couldn’t. Only once it came to the part about him not wanting to leave could he finally speak up, and you could tell his eyes were starting to gloss over again, same as yours. It almost seemed as if a heavy weight was taken off his shoulders, only to be replaced with a heavier one. The clear emotions being shown by his friends didn’t help, and that made him want to get away as soon as possible.

Not paying attention to his surroundings, the rock beneath him crumbles, making him slip. He closes his eyes, preparing for the worst.

He opens his eyes to see your face, jam-packed with adrenaline. You pull him back up thanks to the help of the beyclub, and the two of you sit for a second, trying to comprehend everything that just happened.

Then, Daigo lays out the idea that everyone will still be friends no matter where you are. That gives the rest of the club hope, and Ken’s eyes fill with determination. The two of you stand up, and you piggy-back off off Daigo’s idea, assuring him that you’ll be there for him no matter where you are.

You refuse to let go of his hand once again, up until he has to get into the truck to make his way to his new home.

“Hey, don’t forget to shoot me a text anytime, okay?”

Your nerves are getting the better of you, but Ken reassures you that he’ll keep in contact. He pulls you in for one last hug.

He doesn’t let go until his mom calls to him, and even then he waits another minute.

“I love you. And distance won’t change that. Don’t get hung up on me, though, go enjoy life.”

You let out a sad chuckle,

“As if I could ever move on. I’ll still love you, even with the distance.”

One last deep breath and he gets in the truck that begins to drive off.

The beyclub members shout their last goodbyes and you give the last word;

“Be safe, Love!”

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cottoncandy-cult · 7 months

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Free De La Hoya x Reader

For all intents and purposes, Free is gonna be aged up since there is reference to a relationship (I originally wrote this intending it as teenage puppy love so he'll be anywhere from 16+)

(Y/n) sighed as she wandered about the hotel room she shared with her boyfriend, his team was out doing something, and he had left to go get some food so they could relax together before he had to head to the stadium for another competition. She loved watching him compete, but she loved cuddling on the couch with him more. Soon she found herself turning on the TV and channel surfing until she found a channel that was playing music. She left it on to fill the otherwise silent room, the (H/c) head was moments away from going into the bathroom to get ready for bed since she'd be watching him from the hotel anyways when the blonde made his appearance. He carried a couple bags in hand, having gone to a nearby restaurant and getting stuck in line for a bit since so many out of towners were coming in to watch the battles. "Ready to eat?" He looked at her blankly with a quirked brow and a slight head tilt, the male could be quite similar to a cat from time to time. The exact reason they hadn't gotten a pet, she wasn't sure her heart could handle 2 living beings being so damn adorable.

Any boredom born frustration fled from the girl as she gave him a warm smile, earning a softer smile back from the usual seemingly quiet male. But she knew better, he was expressive in his own ways, and he never failed to notice anytime she was in need of some kind of emotional tending. "Of course, I was worried you got lost in this big old city." She approached him and they made their way to the large bed in the room, sitting together as she watched the male sort through and set everything out in front of the two. It was some new kind of cuisine and the two had decided to give it a try, so Free had gotten a couple different things for them. "Yeah, the place was busy, a lot of people are coming to see the battles I guess." He shrugged his shoulders and opened a container before passing the girl at his side some utensils, allowing for them to dig in. They ate in silence for a few moments, occasional humming when they found something they enjoyed with a few soft words of "try this" or "that's not bad." These moments that he spends with her had been some of his favorites, sometimes these battles can be boring or feel like an annoying storm. So, the serenity that came from being able to be with his woman was a relief, any boredom or annoyance dissolved when he found himself in her presence.

"We should go out tomorrow before the next round of battles start, I saw a hobby store when we were coming to the hotel, and I want to see if they have any special pastel colors." (Y/n) had looked at Free with that same warm smile that graced her features when he brought the food home, Free had paused in his bite, seeming to think for a moment before he swallowed his food and nodded. "Sure, I think its next to a little cafe too. So, we can get breakfast and go check it out." This made the girl giggle, he always seemed to know where every restaurant was. Though it didn't really surprise her, sometimes he got so caught up in training and practice that he ended up eating out most the day or even week if it was a big event coming up. "That sounds good, we could sit outside and enjoy our breakfast and see when the shop opens up. That way you don't have to deal with too much unwanted attention." She reached up and pinched his cheek, making a soft pink flutter to the top of his skin, she was the only one who could fluster him. Her affection always had his head and chest feeling fluttery and odd, it was a feeling he had quickly grown to love. He appreciated her attempts and desires to give him breaks and escapes from people, he loved battling and depending on where it was things weren't always overwhelming. But usually once the competitions got started it could get chaotic, and though not stressful in the normal sense it could get annoying. At the end of a long day, he wants to go back to his love and bask in her affection and presence, and though he appreciated his fans that was hard to do when 60 people want to stampede him at the end of the battles to try and interact.

By the time the two had finished eating there was still 2 more hours until the competitor introductions, when Free noticed that a slight grin crossed his face. With a carefree heart he wrapped his arms around the (H/c) head's waist and pulled her close to him, with all empty containers thrown away he was able to flop them on their sides as he spooned her without a care. "Free?..." Her giggly confused voice made his smile widen a bit more as he buried his face in the back of her shoulder, simply pressing closer. "Let's take a nap...we have time." He could feel her shuffle to check and after a few moments he heard a beep from her phone and she had nodded, of course he knew she was setting an alarm. Afterall this wasn't really new, after food cuddle naps were his favorite kinds of naps after all.

#beyblade burst #free de la hoya #fluff #x reader #fem reader #candy cult vault #I haven't watched beyblade since it was JUST beyblade lmao

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Not long after Kai had stormed out of the room, Ray, Tyson and Max followed him. Their hearts hurt when they saw Kai hitting the wall again and again, his magenta eyes deep crimson with rage and hurt. Tyson knew how Kai was feeling, but he also knew that that Kai's hurt was far greater. He knew what it was to be without Parents, but his Father and later Brother regularly visited, and sent him video messages .

Ray gently padded ahead, as Tyson and Max stayed behind. He knew that he doesn't have to overstep Kai's boundaries, his words will be enough to comfort him. But Kai needs solitude, silence. Gently asking Tyson and Max to leave and assuring them that he will come with Kai, he asked them to go downstairs and help Mr. Dickinson.

Once they were gone, Ray gently stepped towards Kai. "Ray, go away." Kai said quietly, his tone emotionless. Ray knew Kai didn't want him to leave, he wanted Solitude and silence but also someone to be with his side right now. Sighing softly, he held Kai's shoulder as if saying, 'everything will be fine.'

Hiro had cut the call when Kai stormed out, followed by the three young teammates of his. “Hiro, did you speak to them?” Mr. Dickinson asked. “Yes I did Mr. Dickinson, they have agreed to take Foster Kids in, but…" He trailed off with a sigh. "They are not fine with the Borg Boys. They said the Boys creeped them out and were dangerous." Hiro told them, letting another blanket of unease fall on them.

“I wouldn't mind taking them in, but Tyson won't like it. Ray and Kai have already so much going on due to the two." Grandpa Granger said. “It's fine Dad, we will find some ideas." Tatsuya said gently as a knock sounded and entered Tyson and Max along with a Lady.

"Mr. Dickinson, other Teams are here, and the Buffet is arranged completely." A Lady from the office came, whom everyone recognised to be Alisia- the Receptionist of the Russian Branch of BBA. "Alright Alisia, we will be there." Mr. Dickinson said.

"Tyson, where is Kai?" Hiro asked, worried about the dual haired boy. Yes, he did drive him nuts as Hurricane Jin, but he knew the Boy was the best choice to wield the Phoenix Bitbeast. "He's with Ray, Hiro. He's… Fine." Tyson said, a heavy meaning underlying his tone.

Cutting through the thick layer of tension like a sharp knife, Mr. Dickinson said, "Let us go and have food. I believe Kai and Ray will be there as well. Susumu, Misaki, if you are not too tired, please do join us." He said softly, making the two nod. All of them soon shuffled out, leaving the door closed.

Kai groaned as soon as the Russian team entered, and he felt Ray tensing from his Right. The White Tigers growled slowly, as Mariah came to Ray's right. Taking a step forward, he stood right in front of them like a shield all ready to take bullets.

Bryan smirked dangerously as he cocked his head and eyed Ray. "Oh you are up? Should have kept you in Hospital for a little more." Bryan scoffed, leading into Ray baring his fangs as his golden irisis turnes into slits, Mariah glaring at Bryan as well.

"Bryan, you have done enough damage." Kai said stonely, his crimson eyes staring in Bryan's gray ones. "Oh? Phoenix got a tongue finally eh?" Bryan smirked more. "Bryan." Tala said sternly and looked around, his icy blue eyes taking everything in. He saw Mr. Dickinson approach Kai and nod, making the boy huff in annoyance.

"What are they doing here?" Mariah asked, holding her Beyblade protectively in her Bey-pocket. "I asked the Police to send the Boys here if they weren't to be arrested or taken to Questioning." Mr. Dickinson replied calmly.

"They should be thrown in Jail after what they did to Ray!" Mariah angrily yelled from Ray's side. Kai from the corner of his eyes looked at Ian who actually shrinked, he was just a child.

Just a Child.

Kai saw himself.

His six year old self.

Scared, Worried, Angry.

He didn't knew what to do.

The Abbey's walls scared him.

They made him gulp with worry.

He saw himself.

Standing in Ian's place, shrinking away.

Whirling around he snarled. "You don't know what they have gone through so don't act like you all are superior!" His snarl led to a deafening silence befall. All of them looked at Kai. "We all were trained to win! And if it was a loss than win, we were punished brutally. They had to follow the Orders! All if them were brainwashed into thinking what they are doing is right, they were experimented on." Kai said, his words cutting through silence

"And I suppose you do?" Michael cocked an eyebrow from the other side of the buffet, sitting royally on that chair. "Actually he does, he himself was into that hellhole." Tyson spoke up, effectively shutting up Michael in a second, and making Emily into chiding Michael under her breath.

Max, all this while, had his eyes on the Demolition Boys and his heart melted with kindness when he saw how young Ian was. He was barely nine or ten, hiding behind the towering frame of Spencer who still made Kai's whole body turn into stone. Spencer's pale blue eyes took everything in, masking the hesitance with a strong veil of emotionlessness.

Bryan stood emotionless as well, but Max noticed him tugging cuffs of his Jacket over his wrist, making him squint his eyes in question. Tala on the other hand had his calculative gaze on everyone, but they all knew something clearly. They were not welcomed.

Knowing that he won't have to face anymore questions about Demolition Boys, Kai turned towards them. "Mr. Dickinson has arranged a buffet for all the Teams having participated in the World Championship. Which includes you all too. So go on and have food, avoid the ones which you are allergic to." He said and noted the confused faces, sighing once again. "I mean avoid the food that makes you sick." He clarified.

"The only food that made us sick was the one which had some black or green thing on then." Ian said in a small tone, and Kenny visibly hissed lowly. They had gone through so much. "The food is safe. Go on." Kai assured them and Ian looked at Tala. "I'm hungry." He said quietly.

Tala was conflicted. He knew all of them were starved and tired, and he also knew that Bryan did need food. "You can start with a little food, eating too much will make you sick." Max said, making Bryan sneer at him and look at Kai. "You said food is safe?!" He spat.

"He also said eating TOO MUCH will make you sick." Kai spat back, a scowl painted on his face. "Easy there guys!" Max tried diffusing the situation. "Bryan, stand down." Tala sharply said, making Bryan move back.

"Go on, have food." Kai said and went towards the Buffet to get the food for himself, followed by his own team. Hiro saw all this unfold before his eyes and quietly went to the Balcony, calling someone. The other side rang many times until a beep sounded and an angry tone was heard from the other side. " What the Heck is this Hitoshi!? It's 4 in the morning! " Snarled the other voice.

"Good Morning to you too, Kaili." He greeted her. "I have booked your tickets, and I need you in Russia. Your flight is in two hours." He started calmly.

Nagging y’all again-

@bladengineer @juliafernandez @wyborg @mybeypage @deathycat @kaireiluv @beybladecrc @purple-cup-cake @where-them-kinomiya-at @kaihiwatari777 @niakyoya @itsbeen20years @beybladenerd @beyblader-observations @jollyrolls @firephoenixkai @beybladeimagines @aquariasmoon @maxmiz @teabiscs @bladerbunny @ch4isutta @poison-needles @ayamyn

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randomchaosyay · 3 months

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Ginba Orochi - Music

Warnings: None

Reader gender not specified

Happy Birthday to music boy 🩵

“The match up for the finals has been decided folks, it’s (Y/n) versus Ginba Orochi!” You felt a grin form on your face as Hanami announced the match up, following Orochi’s semi-final victory.

As people slowly started dispersing from the stadium you made your way over to your boyfriend, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Congrats on the win, you better not go easy on me love.” You congratulated Orochi on his quick burst victory.

“Same to you.” Orochi said, a small smirk on his face.

You both parted ways there, you had a tradition not to see each other till the day of the match, so neither of you would accidentally give up any strategies or plans that you’d use the next day.

You spent the day perfecting your new launch and training. Both of you had battled each other many many times, but the win loss board was exactly 50-50, you both had an equal amount of wins and losses against each other. This time you were definitely going to come out on top, you were sure of it.

~🩵Time skip to the next day🩵~

“It’s time for the long awaited final of the tournament, (Y/n) versus Ginba Orochi” The crowd was cheering loudly as both of you entered the stage. You both quickly launched your beys at the start signal and after a tough match you won, with a burst finish.

51-50, The sound of the burst was music to your ears.

#writers block 😩#I couldn’t really remember his personality and they took the show off Netflix 😭#happy birthday music boy🩵#fanfic #x reader #beyblade #beyblade x reader #one shot #crappy writing #Ginba Orochi #Orochi Ginba #Orochi ginba x reader #Not much actual interaction #sorry!

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lyx-writes · 11 months

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Apologies for the lack of content and not posting those beyblade requests. Unfortunately, I don’t think I can write those due to the fact I don’t really, I guess, ‘understand’? The character. I can’t really write Aiger, no matter how hard I try. If anything, I think I can only stick to the characters of Evolution only. So, I apologize to that one anon. I’m still trying for the wedding request, but once again I’m not too sure… I’m sorry if it never comes, it’s just been too long since my beyblade phase lol. I can do other shows though, so please don’t be afraid to ask for them. I’ll add some more medias to the list as well.

#beyblade x reader #Lyx-writes

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bladerbunny · 9 months

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Unexpected Horizons: Tyson x OC Oneshot Set Up

Summary: Just a small fic I wrote A LONG time ago exploring my OC Kiya in different scenarios with different characters. I found this one where the plotline of the original full fic idea was she had grown up as Tyson's childhood best friend and they realized they were in love after the final battle with BEGA and Brooklyn. This would have been the final chapter of that story. Just some soft Tyson Practice that I wanted to share! ❤️ Kiya

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In the aftermath of the intense battle with Brooklyn, the remains of the stadium were packed with people helping in the effort to clean up. Among the crowd, Tyson and Kiya stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the spot where his rival had once stood. They were best friends, having shared countless ups and downs together, and their bond was unbreakable. Kiya looks over at Tyson, heart beating out of her chest as the realization hit her. I love you...

As the crowd began to disperse, Kiya felt a growing heaviness in her heart. Her feelings for Tyson had evolved beyond friendship, but she couldn't bear the thought of ruining their precious bond. So, she decided to make the painful choice of leaving town to go back to her family home. I love him, She thought to herself, slipping away from her friends once they were all distracted with clean up efforts. I am in love with Tyson Granger. She admits to herself. She quickly rushes to the Granger dojo to pack her belongings.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Tyson breathed a sigh of relief. Noticing a change in Kiya's demeanor and the way she disappeared without warning had him worried. On his way home, he noticed her white hair standing bobbling along the crowded train station. “Hey Kiya!” He called, waving to get her attention.”Kiya over here!” He waves his arms to catch her attention as she quickly spins around to look for him. Her usually bright eyes seemed to shimmer with unshed tears, and her smile didn't quite reach her lips. Concern etched on his face, he approached her at the train station where she stood, her hands gripping onto her bag tightly.

"Kiya, what's wrong?" Tyson asked softly, his voice gentle and warm. “Where are you going in such a hurry?”

Kiya attempted to put on a brave front, but the emotions were overwhelming. "Tyson, I… I need to go back home. I think it's for the best. At least for right now, while I sort through some personal things," she replies, trying to avoid his gaze.

Tyson frowned, his heart starting to race with unease. "But why? You're like family to us. You can't just leave like this." He gently grabs her shoulder, trying to look into her eyes. “Did someone hurt you?”

She shook her head.Kiya finally looked into his eyes, and she felt a lump form in her throat. "Because I… I realized something, Tyson. I love you, but I can't bear the thought of losing our friendship. I'm scared that if I stay, it will ruin everything between us." She begins to cry. “Our friendship is important to me. And I don’t want to ruin that by having these feelings. I know you see me as a sister and that's why-” the rest of her sentence cuts off by the intercom

Tyson's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could respond, the train's announcement echoed through the station, signaling Kiya's impending departure. The train doors slid open, and she took a step forward. At that moment, Tyson's heart took over, and he couldn't bear to see her leave without expressing his own feelings. He rushed forward, reaching out to grab her hand, pulling her into his arms before she could board the train.”Kiya, wait!” He begs, pulling her into his arms.

“Tyson I have to. Please understand-”

Not knowing what to do or what to say, Tyson lets his heart immediately take over. As the train doors began to close, Tyson leaned in and kissed her, catching both of them by surprise. The world around them faded away as they held each other close.

As the train pulls away from the platform, Kiya couldn't help but laugh through her tears as she slowly breaks their kiss . "You even made me miss my train. You always get in the way, Tyson." She hiccups, looking up at him.

Tyson chuckled. "I'll always get in the way for you, Kiya," He bends down, kissing her once more before moving her and her bags away from the edge of the platform. “Stay with me.” He tells her, holding out his hand.

Kiya nods, wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks.. As the train disappeared from view of the platform, Kiya knew that her choice to stay was the right one. “Alright, Tyson.” She smiles, placing her hand in his. “Let's go home.”

#tyson granger x oc #my oc #kiya my oc #beyblade oc #beyblade x reader

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thoughts-of-simp · 11 months

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Oh to have Silas Karlisle roughly grab me by my belt loops, yanking me closer to him. We're way too physically close to eachother for any outsider to think we're doing anything reasonable. Only for him to challenge me to a battle then back away, as if nothing ever happened.

#thoughtsofsimp #beyblade #beyblade burst #beyblade burst evolution #beyblade imagine #silas #silas karlisle #sisco #beyblade sisco #beyblade silas #beyblade silas x reader #beyblade silas x yn #simp #imagine #imagines

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nunezs-stuff · 10 months

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Yuutsu:

She's a soft spoken and gentle person.

She also likes wearing Mary Jane's to make her a bit taller.

Her smile is very soft and gentle.

She always likes to watch magical girl animes.

especially the ones that go on a darker turn of magical girls.

It's pretty rare to see her angry since she usually prefers to talk it out without screaming.

But when she is angry my advice is run for your life and Sure she's looking for a husband but she doesn't mind having a wife.

Sometimes when she's scared or has a bad nightmare she climbs into her closet and stays there for hours she usually brings one of her magical girl figures and her phone with her

Whenever she cries her face is always bright red

So it's extremely hard to hide the fact she's been crying

#yui komori aesthetic #youtube #spotify #storytelling #yandere oc #where did my memories go #is this the start of a new friendship #soundcloud #kanato sakamaki x reader #sato matsuzaka #beyblade burst oc #persona 5 #twisted wonderland #bisexual

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amazingfandommomarch · 1 year

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Yn: You're right.

Kyoya : That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

#kyoya #kyoya tategami #incorrect quotes #beyblade #beyblade incorrect quotes #beyblade metal fusion #kyoya tategami x reader

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