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seeminglyranch87 · 1 year ago

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Taylor & Travis Timeline

November 2023 - part 2

November 15 - New Heights Ep 64 airs Travis and Jason Kelce chat about their bye week and discuss what Travis got up to in Argentina, south of the equator (x 42:20). Our bestie Jason draws out what we are all wondering about...

"Sounds like a labyrinth of issues" says Jason.

Oh Travis, she is falling in love with you, and Jason saw the Argentina Night 1 acoustic performance of Labyrinth too.

Referencing the lyric change in Karma;

"How does it feel to officially be 'The guy on the Chiefs'?" Jason teased Travis on the podcast. With a laugh, Travis said that he had "no clue" Taylor planned to mention him during her show. "Well, I might have had a little bit of a clue," he then admitted. "But definitely when I heard it come out of her mouth, [it] still shocked me." "Yeah, you could tell in the video," Jason responded. "I was like, 'Oh shh! She really said that,'" Travis marveled.

When Jason notes that Scott Swift is wearing a Chiefs lanyard at the Eras Tour Night 3 he asks...

"What are we doing, Scott? You're gonna let this man's devilish good looks and relationship with your daughter sway you from a lifetime of fandom, Scott? Ridiculous." Travis further explained, "I might have persuaded him at dinner the night before. When I met him."

Travis commenting on the first Eras Tour he has attended as Taylor's boyfriend..

"The show was even more electric knowing that I had a little bit more to enjoy," he said of watching her perform in Argentina. "Taylor absolutely ripped it. She killed it and it looked like she was having some fun up there."

We love to see the support Travis is showing to our little Indie artist.

We are to expect to see Taylor and Travis spending time together during the Eras tour break according to ET sources (x)

"Taylor has a two-month break in her tour, taking December and January off, and the couple is planning to spend more time together" during that time.

ET reports (x)

Donna and Ed Kelce, and Andrea and Scott Swift are expected to meet for the first time on Monday as the Philadelphia Eagles and Kansas City Chiefs face off for Monday Night Football.

We can expect to see Taylor at the November 20 game too.

November 16 - Chiefs post to twitter and New Heights repost (x) welcoming Scott Swift to the Chiefs Kingdom after being wooed by Travis to change allegiance from the Eagles. Scott is pictured with Travis wearing a Chiefs lanyard at the Eras Tour in Argentina

November 17 - The Eras Tour, Estadio Nilton Santos, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

Stay Beautiful (guitar) & Suburban Legends (piano)

November 18 - The Eras Tour, Estadio Nilton Santos, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

Show postponed due to extreme hot weather conditions and after the tragic loss of a fan Ana last night.

November 19- The Eras Tour, Estadio Nilton Santos, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil. Rain show

Dancing With Our Hands Tied (guitar) & Bigger Than The Whole Sky (piano) - likely a tribute to Ana (& Ally who died from cancer and was a recipient of a 22 hat)

Taylor is awarded 10 BBMA’s tying with Drake as the most awarded artist.

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November 20 - The Eras Tour, Estadio Nilton Santos, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil - rescheduled show see Nov 18.

Me! (guitar) & So It Goes (piano)

Chiefs v Eagles, Arrowhead Stadium. Travis and Jason Kelce go head to head. Eagles defeat Chiefs 21 - 17.

WSJ article: Travis Kelce Opens Up About Taylor Swift and His Life After the NFL; Travis Kelce for the Wall Street Journal (x)

At the moment, of course, the only thing millions of people want to know about Kelce’s future is whether or not it will include Taylor Swift. And the second thing they’re dying to know is how he and she got together in the first place.

... People have even speculated that Kelce somehow spoke his desire into the universe and just—manifested Swift?

He laughs. “I don’t know if I want to get into all of it,” he says, and then he gets into it, because fountain.

It all started when he tried to meet Swift at her Arrowhead concert in July and got blocked, presumably by security. He then recounted the experience in a charming way on the podcast he does with Jason. Soon after, he says, he received an unbidden assist from inside Team Swift.

“There were definitely people she knew that knew who I was, in her corner [who said]: Yo! Did you know he was coming? I had somebody playing Cupid.” He wasn’t aware at the time, however; the revelation only came later, after he looked down at his phone and got the shock of a lifetime. “She told me exactly what was going on and how I got lucky enough to get her to reach out.”

He lets slip that some of his early helpers were part of the Swift family tree. “She’ll probably hate me for saying this, but…when she came to Arrowhead, they gave her the big locker room as a dressing room, and her little cousins were taking pictures…in front of my locker.”

Understandably, he’s not handing out details about the first date, though he will say that he managed to not be nervous. “When I met her in New York, we had already kind of been talking, so I knew we could have a nice dinner and, like, a conversation, and what goes from there will go from there.”

If anyone was nervous, he adds, it was his core group. “Everybody around me telling me: Don’t f— this up! And me sitting here saying: Yeah—got it.”

As those first heady days unfolded, as news bulletins and cutaways showed Swift cheering Kelce on from his suite, Kelce was uncharacteristically guarded with the media. “That was the biggest thing to me: make sure I don’t say anything that would push Taylor away.”

Likewise, his mother. Donna Kelce still berates herself for how she handled a question about Taylor on the Today show. Trying not to sound too enthusiastic, she came off underwhelmed. Kelce, not wanting his mom to feel bad, immediately phoned her and assured her that she did a super job—adding that her green eyeglasses looked great.

These days, however, with the relationship progressing, Donna feels more at liberty. “I can tell you this,” she says, beaming. “He’s happier than I’ve seen him in a long time…. God bless him, he shot for the stars!”

Kelce seems freer, too. He doesn’t need to be asked about Taylor; he mentions her unreservedly, lavishes praise on her, calls her “hilarious,” “a genius,” notes that they share compatible worldviews, especially when it comes to family and work. “Everybody knows I’m a family guy,” he says. “Her team is her family. Her family does a lot of stuff in terms of the tour, the marketing, being around, so I think she has a lot of those values as well, which is right up my alley.”

One of Kelce’s friends describes a sweet, magical moment, a late-night gathering around Kelce’s firepit. Kelce and Swift looked like two “peas in a pod,” the friend says, and at one point they even burst into a memorable duet of—“Teenage Dirtbag”?

This must be fake

My lips start to shake

How does she know who I am?

Kelce squints into the distance: He’s not sure they were singing…Wheatus. But he allows that his memory might be compromised.

“There was some wine involved, for sure.”

LONG BEFORE MEETING SWIFT, Kelce was just another Swiftie. In some ways he still is. He explains the concept of her concert—“She does it in eras”—as if you live in a yurt in Outer Mongolia. Then he eagerly informs you that the night he attended, he was counting the minutes until she got to 1989. (Both he and Swift were born in 1989.) “ ‘Blank Space’ was one I wanted to hear live for sure. I could make a bad guy good for the weekend. That’s a helluva line!”

More often than not, he says, it was a Swiftian beat, a melody that captivated him. (“She writes catchy jingles.��) But lately he’s all about those lyrics; he’s scrutinized the breakup stuff. What a miracle, he says, the way Swift can turn life into poetry. “I’ve never been a man of words. Being around her, seeing how smart Taylor is, has been f—ing mind-blowing. I’m learning every day.”

Something he might need to learn from Swift: how to handle the attention. Kelce lives in a quiet neighborhood north of downtown—leafy trees, trim lawns, no gates. There’s now a clutch of desperate-looking dudes with cameras stationed on his sidewalk 24/7. He’s followed everywhere, drones buzzing overhead—it’s stressful, more than he lets on, according to one confidante.

“Obviously I’ve never dated anyone with that kind of aura about them…. I’ve never dealt with it,” Kelce says. “But at the same time, I’m not running away from any of it…. The scrutiny she gets, how much she has a magnifying glass on her, every single day, paparazzi outside her house, outside every restaurant she goes to, after every flight she gets off, and she’s just living, enjoying life. When she acts like that I better not be the one acting all strange.”

Asked if he has anything to teach Swift, he looks shy. He can’t think of anything offhand.

Football?

Sure, he says, sounding unsure.

Of course, the thing she probably wants to learn about most is him. While talking to Kelce you realize all at once that the most avid participant in the national scavenger hunt for clues about his character is likely Swift herself.

...

Indeed, Kelce has warned Swift that she’s going to have to reckon with this part of his personality. Adam Sandler, Chris Farley, Will Ferrell—they will all be a part of the relationship. “I told Taylor that I have that world, I’ve got to introduce it to her. I let her know: This is my jam right here.”

...

Minutes later, he’s steering past a small airport, where Swift’s plane is often prominently parked these days. Is it there now, gleaming in the moonlight? The Kelce eras tour is coming to a close. Left unsaid, but palpable: She’s at the house, waiting.

November 22 - New Heights Ep. 65 airs. (x)

(5:30) Jason acknowledges the power of Taylor’s fan base in seeing the Christmas charity single “Fairytale of Philadelphia” to No. 1 on iTunes.

“We owe a big thanks to one group in particular, besides the 92 percenters,” said Jason, referencing New Heights listeners. “And that’s the Swifties, because the Swifties came out.”

“One thousand percent,” agreed Travis.

“I got like 85 tweets from Swifties across the world saying, ‘Oh, you think eight’s good? We’re taking this to No. 1,” said Jason, laughing. “It’s a powerful group of people.”

“Thanks, Taylor, appreciate you,” added Travis. “And thank you to the Swifties. Thank you.”

Travis is trolled for his old tweets and plans for Thanks giving are discussed. Travis reveals he has no one to share the holiday with (Taylor is in Brazil).

November 24 - The Eras Tour, Allianz Parque, São Paulo, Brazil

Now That We Don’t Talk (guitar) & Innocent (piano)

Travis is seen in Kansas City at KFC as discussed on his podcast for Thanks Giving

November 25,26 - The Eras Tour, Allianz Parque, São Paulo, Brazil

Safe & Sound (guitar) & Untouchable (piano)

Travis arrives in Las Vegas ahead of Chiefs v Raiders game tomorrow

November 26 - Chiefs v Raiders, Allegiant Stadium, Las Vegas. Chiefs defeat Raiders 31 - 17

The Chiefs recognise Travis Kelce for yet another record and Taylor shows her support - check out Taylor's like on the post (x)

The Eras Tour N3, Allianz Parque, São Paulo, Brazil

Say Don’t Go (guitar) & It’s Time To Go (piano)

Taylor announces that acoustic songs will be reset for 2024. That's a wrap for The Eras Tour 2023.

November 27 - Taylor arrives in Kansas City to see Travis

People publish article (x)

Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce's romance isn't for show — his friends believe it's the "real deal," a source tells PEOPLE.

"Travis' friends think this is the real deal for him,” the insider close to the Kansas City Chiefs star says exclusively. “They're still a little shocked by all of it — that he's dating the Taylor Swift, but they've seen how down to earth she is with his friends and family.”

The source adds that the relationship is “growing” because the NFL tight end, 34, and the music superstar, 33, both have found success in their own worlds — and they continue to appreciate one another's accomplishments.

“They're both really hard workers, and he acknowledges her art is hers, and he has what's his,” the source tells PEOPLE. “He understands the territory their relationship comes with and like he said, isn't letting any of the hoopla impact how they're growing together.”

The source adds, “Their relationship is about the two of them, and he sees Taylor for who she is and vice versa."

November 29 - Taylor flies to London, England.

Taylor is named Spotify's Top Global Artist.

Taylor releases "You're losing Me" on streaming services - this song was previously only available on CD and exclusively sold at The Eras Tour venues.

Um ok this is unreal?? I just wanted to say to anyone who listened to my music this year, anywhere in the world, thank you. Getting named Spotify’s Global Top Artist in 2023 is truly the best birthday/holiday gift you could’ve given me. We’ve seriously had THE MOST fun this year out there on tour and now this. Are you serious. So I was trying to think of a way to thank you, and a lot of you have been asking me to put “You’re Losing Me (From The Vault)” on streaming… so here you go! You can finally listen EVERYWHERE now 💋

Jack Antonoff shares a photo to IG stories revealing the date of when "You're Losing Me" was written - Dec 5, 2021. This is so much earlier than most fans expected.

Taylor walks the red carpet for Beyonce's Renaissance Tour Movie Premiere in London, England. She looks STUNNING!!!!

Taylor "likes" an old Paul McCartney post about his relationship with his wife Linda (now deceased) leading fans to believe "Sweet Nothing" has more to do with Paul McCartney's story than Taylor and Joe's.

November 30 - Tree Paine blasts Deuxmoi on X for their slander (x)

Taylor returns to Kansas City to be with Travis.

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boogernotbogger · 2 years ago

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To set a person

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x female reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Miya Atsumu gets the brilliant idea to set you like you are a volleyball. Trouble ensues.

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Miya Atsumu is a volleyball player. Miya Atsumu loves setting. Miya Atsumu loves you. But that said, Miya Atsumu has now realised that it was probably not the best idea to combine the two things he loves the most in the world.

Don’t get him wrong, he enjoys randomly passing the ball back and forth with you, while you both unwind after a hectic day at work. He enjoys making you jump about, ensuring that you always get a nice easy set from him. He enjoys having endless conversations with you about his sport, discussing strategies, analysing plays, watching matches, and everything in between. He loves it when you watch him play.

What he doesn’t love is waiting for you outside a hospital room, sick with worry about your broken finger, and afraid of whatever wrath he is going to be subjected to, once you’re out. After all, it was not your idea for him to toss you like you’re a 67cm 280gm yellow and blue ball of Mikasa goodness.

~~~

It starts off innocently enough. You are sitting at Onigiri Miya, doing homework, after a long day at college. Your shift just ended and you are waiting for Osamu to finish closing up and join you. This is your daily routine- college, work, homework, chats with Osamu, and then, his idiot twin would walk in, loudly complaining about his ever-hungry stomach, and then the room would light up and you could finally relax before going to your shared home together.

Today is no different. Tsumu saunters in a bit later than usual, but with the same monstrous appetite as always. He dumps his sports bag on the counter, kisses you on the forehead, flicks his twin and shop owner on his forehead, gets kicked in return, makes a show of being in agonising pain, and then scarfs his food down like he hasn’t been fed in the last two weeks. You just sigh in bliss at your choice of a perfect partner.

Once he has sufficiently attacked his food, the three of you start trading stories about your day. It has been a perfectly normal day, college was fun, your friends had juicy gossip to share, you’d met your favourite regulars at the shop, homework was easily completed, and both twins were in high spirits. Then Tsumu starts to talk. And it is at this point that Tsumu starts talking about Shoyo.

Now, everyone knows that Miya Atsumu is a little bit in love with Hinata Shoyo. The entire world is in love with Shoyo, even players from Brazil and Argentina, university students from the US, and somehow, a chocolatier from France. But even so, the way your boyfriend is talking about Hinata tonight is different. He is reverent. Awed. Mesmerised. You can see the stars in his eyes as he speaks about his favourite spiker (“Yes Samu, shut up, Sho kun has finally surpassed you and you can rot in your jealousy.” “I don’t even care about your favourite spiker, you scrub”).

“And you would not believe what Sho and Bo did today!” You perk up, noticing the increased vigour in his voice. And sure enough, his eyes are sparkling, and he has that childish excitement all over his face, that generally makes him more endearing and at the same time, increases everyone’s heart rate, from anxiety. Not to mention, if Atsumu endorsed something done by Hinata and Bokuto, the two people who had one single unicellular volleyball bouncing around in their heads for brains, then there would be chaos, to put it mildly.

“Even Omi Omi was impressed!”

Osamu and you exchange alarmed glances.

There would be chaos involving hospitals at best, and arson at worst. All centred around volleyball, of course. No player in the Japanese V-league has the braincells for anything outside volleyball.

~~~

Atsumu looks up as you walk out of the Radiology room with your x-ray negatives. “A fairly clean break, but it’ll still take forever to heal,” you mutter, as you lead him back to Orthopaedics for setting your pinky back in place.

“And it hurts like a bitch.”

~~~

“And then Sho kun jumped higher than he ever has for any of my sets! I really should talk to him about that, if his contact point is higher, he’ll probably even be able to intimidate that 2 metre dude from the Railway Warriors. I mean, that dude’s absolute audacity! He looks at Shoyo like he’s just a friend from school and not some intimidating-ass opponent to be feared. Just because Sho taught him….”

He finally shuts up, being cut off by a smack to the head with the dirty countertop-wiper, courtesy of his loving twin.

“Anyway, Sho kun soared and Bokkun had his arms outstretched in perfect form for receiving and Sho somehow managed to curl his legs inwards, so he managed to bounce straight out of Bo’s receive and into Omi’s waiting arms. And it was such a perfect receive! Sure, Bo could have bumped Sho slightly higher, but he was still high enough to be set. They refused to let me set him though. Omi caught him in a perfect bridal carry, and walked out with him, and looked at me like I was the non-existent dirt under his shoes and said with enough disgust to make weaker men cower, ‘Get your grubby hands away from our points-machine, Miya. You’ll just send him to the emergency room trying to pull off one of your fancy sets.’ Again, the audacity. But oh man, I want to try setting a person. I’m sure I can do it. I mean, I do lift weights and I am a setter after all, and if Bokuto can do it, so can I…”

His voice trails off as he gets lost in his fantasies, and you turn towards Osamu, only to see that he’s trying to suppress his giggles, slowly backing out of the room so as to avoid whatever is to come.

He isn’t quick enough.

~~~

“And that would be all. If you follow the aftercare instructions diligently, you’ll be fine in no time. And just to reiterate, do avoid taking more painkillers than necessary.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” With that, you get up, taking your prescriptions in your right hand, tenderly clutching your wrapped up left, to your chest. Your boyfriend murmurs his thanks too, as he follows you out of the room. You buy the prescribed medicines, and make your way to his car.

“Uuwwwahhhh y/n san, are you ok now? I got you chocolates to make you feel better. I was gonna get you a video of myself being received so you know how to position your body better, but Omi san said that it may make you more upset.” “And I was correct. Can you not see her pain?”

“Hey hey hey y/n! How did it feel to be set by the hottest setter in the V-league?” “Kageyama is the hottest setter Bokuto san!” “Then she can ask Kageyama to set her next time” “Again, can’t you two dumbheads see her pain?”

Next time?

Atsumu intervenes, having noticed your anger about to burst. “Hey guys, we appreciate your presence, but we really have to go home now. Y/n has to rest. We can talk tomorrow?”

The three nod, and you nod back to Sakusa, since he was the only one being (somewhat) considerate of your pain, as you climb into Tsumu’s car, all set for a long night of pain, apologies, more pain, and more apologies. You can hear the dumbass duo noising around outside, but you just lean your head back, text Osamu that you’re alright, and try to get some sleep. The air is thick with tension as your boyfriend drives you both back home.

~~~

Osamu refuses to “receive” you and send you to the setter, so Atsumu decides that it’s best for you to jump off a table and curl up into the cannonball position, so that he can “set” you directly. Osamu is responsible for catching you. Both of you protest, and of course, all protests go unheard and Samu gives up, knowing it’s easier to go along with his twin’s hare-brained ideas than to resist.

Secretly though, you know Samu is also a curious little shit who wants to see how well one of the best setters in the nation can set a person.

“If anything goes wrong, and that includes so much as my clothes getting dirty, if anything goes wrong Tsumu, you can consider yourself girlfriendless for life.”

He gulps at the very real threat in your tone, but undeterred, just says, “Nothing will go wrong, I promise. I am an expert.”

Samu and you just sigh, and Atsumu goes to adjust the camera as all of you get in position.

And before you know it, you are jumping off the picnic table as high as you can. Just as you squeeze your eyes shut, you see Miya Atsumu crouch down the way he does for particularly low passes, into the position that makes his thighs bulge and girls swoon. You feel his confident hands touch you firmly for a moment, and then you are tossed up, higher than you jumped before, and your eyes fly open to the sound of his delighted laugh.

The world is a blur as Osamu positions himself under you, and that’s when the panic hits. You flail, he slips, the world seems to slide around as you drag him down with you. You bring your hands under you to support yourself, and hear a sickening crunch as you land entangled with Osamu’s legs.

For a moment you just breathe, gladly noting that you are on the ground in the mortal plane, and not dead. And then the pain hits.

All that leaves your mouth is a whimper as your entire body turns its attention to the pinky finger on your left hand. It is bent at an unnatural angle, probably from having two grown-ass adults fall on it. You nearly throw up when you see something white covered with blood poking out at the bend.

An open fracture, your brain notes, while your breaths start coming out faster and faster, trying to keep up with the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, and the pain radiating from your finger into your whole hand.

There are voices babbling around you, and hands fluttering around in the periphery of your vision, and you vaguely register apologies. But your world is narrowed down to the bone peeking out of your finger, and you feel yourself start gasping for breath, each laboured breath choking on a sob. And then suddenly, familiar hands are taking yours in them, ignoring your scream, and your finger is loosely covered with white gauze, effectively blocking the gory spectacle. You notice that Tsumu’s hands are shaking as he holds up a water bottle to your lips.

An ice pack is pressed into your left hand and you hiss, but it immediately numbs the pain and you look up to see Osamu standing with another ice pack and your packed college bag, keys ready in hand. “Atsumu will drive you to the emergency room, it is faster than calling an ambulance. I was not hurt. I really am so, so sorry for dropping you, but we can talk later when you’re not in excruciating pain. Y/n, look at me. Focus. Does anything else hurt? Did you twist anything? Are you feeling dizzy or numb anywhere?”

You shake your head no, and Atsumu lets out a sigh. Your head whips towards him, and he avoids your gaze as he helps you up and into his car, strapping you into the passenger seat. The brothers discuss something more, and then you’re off into the night, your muted whimpers the only sound between you. His drives with one hand, his free hand clutching your uninjured one in a death grip.

~~~

“So, how bad does it hurt?”

It’s the first non-essential sentence exchanged between you two since you jumped off that damn cursed table. You consider just ignoring the question as your expression speaks for itself, but there is a tremble in his usually arrogant voice, and it sounds like he is on the verge of tears himself.

You turn towards him and sigh, and take his hand in yours again, and his eyes widen before he firmly fixes them to the road.

“Much less than earlier, it definitely helps that I can’t see the bone poking out anymore. Oh, and the painkillers definitely work. It is just a throb in the background for now, but it’ll get worse later.”

“Huh uh. You’re attending classes tomorrow? I can take the day off to give you company if you don’t.”

You sigh again. You notice that you’ve been sighing a lot today. You affirm that you will go to college because of “the damn attendance policy”. He hums in response and the silence resumes as you see your apartment complex around the corner. He parks the car.

“Since you are still holding my hand, does this mean that I will not be girlfriendless yet?”

He sees you narrow your eyes and adds hastily, “And honestly, technically, if one were to be very precise, one would say that Osamu would have caught the uhh, the tossee, beautifully had the tossee not panicked. Technically. In fact, technically, one would say that it was not even the setter’s fault, since his set was perfect. It was the, uh, the tossee who unnecessarily flailed about and caused him to lose balance. Technically only. I mean, I am not accusing you or anything of course. You are perfect. A Goddess. The best. Even as a ball, you are the best thing I have ever tossed. Truly. It was my fault. Totally.”

His voice trails off as your expression turns more incredulous with each word leaving his mouth, and he shuts himself up. He has the look of a man awaiting his death sentence. His usually perfectly-styled hair is mussed from all the times he has run his hands through it. His lips look like they are one bite away from bleeding. He’s wringing his hands, a nervous gesture you have never seen him make. His eyes look like they are going to spring tears any second, and his nose is twitching in anticipation of the tears.

You just sigh again and hold your arms open for a hug, and he collapses into you, threatening to take you down again as he sobs against your neck.

“I got so scared, y/n! I thought I had killed you! I know that I had no right being scared, since it was my idea in the first place and you were the one about to die, but I was so scared I couldn’t move. This was even worse than the time Samu dislocated his thumb trying to spike the shut bucket of balls I had set for him, and back then he had threatened to tell Ma about it.”

Before you have a chance to ask about that incident, he squeezes you tighter, musses your hair, and pulls back to look at you. His eyes are red and his nose is running and you can feel the wet patch against your neck. He holds your shoulders with both hands, and vows, “Never again y/n. Never again.” He takes your hand in his and leads you upstairs to your flat, as you finally give a small smile at the hard part of the night finally getting over.

~~~

“You thought the hard part of the night is over? Well, the hard part is just getting started,” he says, waggling his eyebrows as he shimmies out of his shorts, his glorious thighs on display. You groan at the terrible pun, but have no one to blame but yourself. After all, it was your idea to destress by having sex, and sex usually was accompanied by your ridiculous boyfriend’s ridiculous innuendoes.

“Nah ah, none of that,” is all the warning you get as he quite literally sweeps you off your feet and gently places you on the centre of the bed. Very slowly, he starts undressing you leaving kisses every time he exposes a new part of your body. Once he takes off your bra, he cups your breasts with a gleeful expression and you think of the time he likened them to ��two small volleyballs I can smack around”. Before you bring up that incident, he turns his attention to your left hand, leaves a soft kiss on your palm, and carefully places it next to your head on the pillow. “Don’t wanna accidentally jostle it,” he explains.

He continues undressing you, one hand tracing your chest, circling your nipple. It slowly wanders down your ribs, counting each one to reach your belly, where he keeps it flat to hold you in place as you lift your hips up for him to remove your pants.

He slides off your jeans and your panties in one smooth motion, and nuzzles his face to your pelvis, leaving wet kisses from your navel to your thighs, and you wriggle impatiently in bed, wanting him to just stop treating you like a fragile piece of glass.

You bury your free right hand in his hair, and guide his face where you want it, right in between your thighs. He grins up at you and places one wet kiss on your clit, and you shiver at the heat that pass through your entire body. You stroke his face and he leans into your touch, before he pulls back and slowly inserts a finger inside you. His left hand comes up to hold your hand.

His index finger leisurely explores inside you, and soon he inserts another, now trying to stretch you out in earnest. His lips are steadily making their way down your labia and he tentatively licks a stripe along your perinium before he changes directions and attacks your thighs. His fingers find your g-spot and press, while his teeth nibble on the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. You squeeze his hand from the shock of pleasure that travels along your spine and moan something that sounds like his name. Satisfied, he leans back to admire his artwork, and you see a dark red bruise already starting to form.

Before you can complain about him going too slowly, he comes back up to kiss you, tongue dancing with your own, and inserts a third finger inside, now in a hurry to stretch you open. You smack his hand out of the way and finish the job yourself, giving him time to shrug off his clothes.

“C’mon Tsum, hurry up, I’m ready,” you pant, as he takes out a condom and lube from the drawer next to the bed. He hastily unrolls the condom along his length, and you take a moment to marvel at him, before you’re moving up to sit in front of his cock.

Not breaking eye contact with your boyfriend, you take his cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out to take in as much as you can. Your right hand comes up to stroke along whatever you can’t fit in, and he gasps, his big, beautiful thighs quivering with each sensation passing through him. His hands are holding your waist to steady you, and he whines when you pull off him.

You smirk, and move to sit on his lap, and he gets the memo. He lifts you up, as you guide your sopping wet pussy down on his cock, and both of you moan as he fills you up. You pause for a second to kiss, and then jiggle your hips, indicating that you want to move. He keeps a hand on your waist to support you, the other splayed across your back, as you set an energetic pace. Not breaking the momentum, you lean in for a kiss and he meets you in the middle, fireworks bursting behind your eyes as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Next thing you know, Tsumu is biting your lip as he cums, and that is all the push you need to find your release. He continues stroking along your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you ride the aftershocks, and you slump into him, well and truly spent.

~~~

Afterwards, you find yourself dozing off on his lap, his hands stroking through your hair, as you finally relax after the long day you had today, knowing that tomorrow, Hinata will try to give you tips on how to be a better ball, Bokuto will try to make Atsumu admit that he is better at tossing people, and Sakusa will try to say that he is above them, but will probably give you finger pads or something for the next time you’ll be tossed.

You know that by now half the V-league has the video of Atsumu’s “failed” set, because in his panic at the hospital, instead of asking his teammates for help, he sent them the video.

You also know that at some point during the next few days, more volleyball freaks will try to set you, because you are the first person dumb enough to agree to being set. And each person will promise to do a better job than Tsumu; never mind that his set was perfect, and it was you that flailed about.

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olympeline · 3 months ago

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Still thinking about my National Animals AU:

Micronations would not have animal forms. It’s one of the things that marks them out as not being real nations. If a micronation ever achieved their dream of being recognised, they’d gain a beast form then. If you’re curious about Sealand in this scenario: Peter would want to be a lion like Arthur…but instead he’d end up as a seagull. D’oh! 😂

Overseas territories and small, separate parts of countries (the ones like Hong Kong and Macau that have their own nation-people) would have animal forms. Which beasts they have would depend on their circumstances, but a general rule of thumb would be they’d be the same as the nation in charge of them. Not always, but usually. If the ownership changed then their form might change with it. They have the least amount of control over what they’d become as something that’s not quite a colony but not quite part of the “main” nation either.

Now a few more beast form headcanons from around the world:

Australia: lion → red kangaroo

Pretty easy to come up with these. Just like his big bros over in NA, little Aussie was a lion cub in his early days as a British colony. The adult lion he grew into would resemble the kind in Africa that live in scrubland because I think that would be better for roaming around the outback. So he might not have had a mane? Anyway, unlike biggest bro Alfred, Australia’s break with Arthur wasn’t violent enough for a skin ripping. Australia went the Matthew route instead and changed gradually. Until one day he assumed his beast form and found himself standing on two legs as a big ol’ roo.

New Zealand: lion → ram

The lion route strikes again! Calm down Arthur, lol. Another colony cub who grew into an adult lion and then settled on a different form after gradual independence. That form has to be a sheep. I mean, just look at NZ’s canon design. Making him anything else would be weird.

Sweden: ??? → lion → Eurasian elk

Sweden was once known as “the lion of the North” with a fearsome reputation to match. They still keep the lion on their coat of arms, but I think Berwald has moved on from that stage of his life. Sweden is pretty peaceful these days. Berwald would have spent his conqueror years as an Arctic lion with a pale mane. Then at some point he would have changed into an elk, which is Sweden’s national animal. Not a hunter any more but still not to be messed with either. You don’t want to be on the wrong end of those antlers. Yeah, an elk works. Not sure what he would have started as way back in his viking days.

Finland: reindeer

He’s lapland, bro! Father Christmas lives in his house. What else is he going to be? Berwald would be happy too after his final form change. Now his elk self matches his wife Tino’s deer. Nordic ungulate solidarity. 👍

Seychelles: dolphin

I think only small, isolated island nations would get forms that were completely sea based. Otherwise not being able to come up on land would be too much of a pain. Nation-people like Seychelles would have more space to roam in the ocean than her dry land. So her place to unwind would be beneath the waves. Also fits the big fishing culture there.

Argentina: black bull → silver bull

Antonio’s son: the little black calf who eventually grew up to lock horns with his dad over independence. If Arthur and Alfred had a badass lion duel in the North, then Argentina and Antonio would have had a sick bull fight that shook the plata in the South. Argentina didn’t tear off his skin like Alfred did after he won, but his beast form did change its appearance in a more subtle way. His black hide and horns turned silver because how could the Argent-ine be anything else? If Hima ever gives us a canon Argentina, I really hope he’s a guy to go with this headcanon. I just want this epic bull v. bull clash so badly. 😆

Brazil: ??? → jaguar

I haven’t decided what Portugal would be in this AU yet but, whatever it is, Brazil started as a baby form of that. Then changed into a jaguar after independence. I have no deeper reasoning other than jaguars are awesome.

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