#touchdown series

[kelcemenow]

Touchdown - Chapter 9.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1607

Warnings Brief strong language. Heading in a smutty direction. Young'uns get outta here!

CHAPTER 8.

CHAPTER 9.

“Can I just check one thing?”

Travis leaned back out of the embrace as he carefully studied your facial expression, “Sure, shoot.”

You hesitated, “I don’t know if this is a regular thing for you, but I don’t exactly fancy being a one-night-stand or anything.” You looked down at your feet, worried that you’d offended him but when you caught his eye again, one side of his mouth was turned up into a smile. “I just…I don’t know, you’re going back to Missouri tomorrow and I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” Your breath hitched in panic, “And I don’t mean that in a dramatic way. Oh fuck, I must seem crazy to you.” You covered your burning cheeks with your hands.

“Woah, relax.” Travis took your hands from your face and held them in his own, “Hey, I like you, okay? I do. And I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. How about if you came back with me, we get some take-out food and we just hang?”

You squeezed his hands and moved in closer to him, his scent surrounding you, “Sounds perfect.”

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Unsurprisingly, Travis was booked into a much fancier hotel than you were. The room was bigger, the bed was bigger, the TV was bigger, the budget for him was obviously bigger. You stood carefully in the doorway as Travis casually walked further into the room, retrieving his phone from his back pocket and dropping it onto the bedside table. He took his jacket off, giving you a chance to admire his biceps, flexing with the action.

He turned to look at you. “You planning on standing there all night?”

Your eyes were fixed on the bed. “Would it be totally cliché if I did this?” You asked quickly before you moved into a sprint, launching yourself onto the soft mattress.

Travis laughed loudly as he took his trainers off, carefully placing them underneath the solid wood console table that was positioned next to the window.

Your hands ran along the satin sheets, “This is so nice.” You sat up, watching him as he opened his suitcase that was resting on an armchair.

“Now. Not that you don’t look hot.” His eyes seemed to darken as they travelled down your body as he spoke, “But, are you going to be comfortable wearing that?”

You shifted on the bed. Your leather trousers were quite tight and your exposed arms were speckled with goosepimples. You raised an eyebrow, “What other option do I have?”

Travis’ matched your expression with his own raised eyebrow as he lifted some clothes out of the suitcase. He smiled as he laid them out on the bed. “I don’t know how well everything will fit you, but there’s a shirt, some sweatpants, or some shorts if you want?”

You looked up at his face, watching him fluster and ramble. “This is perfect, thank you Travis.” You crawled towards the end of the bed and placed a hand on his bicep, the warm skin radiating onto yours. You gripped it lightly, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of his hard muscle in your hands. Your thoughts wandered for a moment, wondering how the rest of his body felt.

Grabbing the clothes, you stood up from the bed, pointed to the bathroom door and whispered, “I’m just gunna…”

Travis gestured towards the door, “Hey, go ahead.”

You slipped out of your heels and made your way across the soft carpet. As you turned to close the bathroom door behind you, your breath caught in your throat. Travis had already started to change his clothes, the muscles in his back heaving as he removed his shirt over his head. The door was slowing closing but your eyes were fixated on him when he unzipped his jeans and they began to slide down his hips. Blinking hard, you closed the door and breathed deeply to compose yourself. You looked around the room, attempting some form of mental focus. There was a mirror a few steps away from you, hanging over two sinks side by side. You paced your way towards it, placing both hands on the edge of one of the sinks, leaning closer to the mirror. Your makeup had smudged slightly, so you grabbed some tissue to wipe underneath your eyes and to blot your forehead. You opted for the shirt and shorts combination; each item bathed in his scent that you had quickly come to find familiar. You took one last check of yourself in the mirror before running your hands through your hair.

Opening the bathroom door, you found Travis lounged on the bed, flicking through the TV with the control in his hand. He had changed into some sweatpants but left his top half bare. He turned his head towards you and his eyes narrowed.

“You look hot.”

You looked down at yourself and fingered at the shirt that hung over your frame, “Come on now, really?”

He moved slightly on the bed, “Oh man, yeah. But you kinda look cute too. How do you manage to do both?” He reached out a hand to pull you onto the bed.

You sat next to him, still looking around the room, taking everything in. There was a large chaise longue at the end of the bed, a window that ran from the ceiling to the floor with thick luxurious curtains either side. The evening darkness had finally set in, but the city lights were still piercing through the black sky.

Travis half rolled over and grabbed his phone from the bedside table, “Okay, now. This is important now.” He turned to you with a serious expression, looking at you through his eyebrows, “Pizza or Chinese food?”

You stifled a laugh, “What?”

“Or we could get something else? Mexican? But I have to say, that wouldn’t be my first choice.” He titled his head to the side as he spoke, scrolling through his phone.

You nudged his arm with your own, “Definitely pizza.”

He winked, “That’s the right answer.”

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“You cannot be serious!” Travis howled with laughter.

You placed a hand over your mouth as you ate your food.

He waited for your response but grew impatient, “Y/N, you’ve never watched a football game?”

“Wait, no hang on! I watched one today.”

Travis laughed even louder, “That doesn’t count!” He grabbed one of the last slices of pepperoni pizza out of the open box.

“Yes, it does! Ahh, and a couple of weeks ago me and Jess tried to watch one but we struggled to follow along.”

“Who’s Jess?” He asked as he took a bite.

“Oh shit, Jess! I promised her I would keep in touch. I haven’t taken any photos at all!” You swallowed down the pizza and wiped your hands on one of the napkins that were laid next to the pizza box.

“Take one now?” Travis put down the pizza slice and took a napkin for himself, wiping the corners of his mouth.

“What? Of us, now?”

“Why not?” He moved the pizza box onto the floor next to the bed and moved in closer towards you.

You paused with your lips curling into a smile. After a few seconds, your mouth moved into a full smile as you reached for your bag, pulling your phone out. As you swiped your thumb on up the screen, you saw that you had a missed call. Ignoring the notification, you tapped the camera icon and reversed the camera so that you could see your reflection on the screen. Travis moved in closer again, wrapping an arm around your waist. Your thumb hovered, ready to take the photograph and Travis peppered your cheek with small kisses, each one getting closer to your lips. You tapped multiple times as you giggled into his kisses, ending with a passionate one, long and intense. Your eyes were closed but you felt his chest push you slightly so that your back was flat onto the bed. Your hand let go of your phone, dropping it onto the mattress beside you and you reached for his shoulders, your core tightening. One of his knees pushed your leg aside so that there was space for him between your thighs and he settled there as his kisses moved down to your neck and collarbone, making your skin tingle and burn. A soft moan escaped your lips and you could feel Travis grinning against your neck, content with your satisfaction. His hips gently ground into you and you breathed deeply, feeling a hardness against you. Your hands travelled up Travis’ back, leaving faint scratches in their wake, ending at the back of his head.

Your head tilted back slightly as Travis lifted himself up, his strong arms either side of your body. His eyes were hungry and his breathing was slow and shallow. You watched as he studied your face. You felt vulnerable, laid underneath him but somehow so safe, his large frame protecting you.

“I have a bye-week coming up. I’ll see you then?”

Your eyebrows knotted in confusion, “A bye-week?”

He gave out a low laugh, “You really don’t understand the game, do you?”

You brought your hands up to his waist, gripping at his skin.

“I basically have some free time between games...” He lowered himself so he was closer to you, “…and you can bet your ass I’m gunna see you.” He pressed a firm kiss to your lips, before rolling over onto his back, pulling you in so you were cuddled into his side, your arm resting across his stomach. He picked up the television control. “Now, what are we watching?”

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Phew. I honestly cannot resist this man! I love feedback and any thoughts you guys have on this story so far. And if you want to be added to my taglist, let me know!!

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[mayg0espostal]

travis touchdown is postal dude's mpreg child with duke nukem

[ccy404]

Was today the 4th of July? If not…is the empire striking back or what?

[incorrect-no-more-heroes-quotes]

[straightbaittournament]

omgg guys make up your minds 🙄 /lh. and may the best bait win! propaganda under the cut:

eva garvey and gabriel:

they were really cute together and all their flirty build up actually had me, a known dyke, kind of rooting for them and then halfway through the show right in what's about to be a makeout scene they reveal he's gay lmfao. then they sleep together (platonically on different side of the covers) in his houseboat. iconic and i'm not mad about it but it was SO clearly calibrated to be straightbait and switch it was so funny like the cameras were WORKING for those lingering shots

travis touchdown and sylvia christel:

in the first game travis spends the entire game trying to get with sylvia (HE FAILS MISERABLY) and inbetween the sequel and the spin-off they get married, have kids, you know the drill HOWEVER COMMA in that same period of time travis runs away from said family and later moves in with a man. So.

now, GO VOTE! GOOD LUCK

[malewifehenrycooldown]

Sometimes I think about that moment in NMH2 when Travis’s talks about how ‘despite assassins being super fucked up, are still human beings that deserve respect’ and I just… kinda get emotional over that because even though he is a pathetic loser, he’s not wrong!! He’s absolutely correct!!

Assassins are more than just tools! They are more than just bloodthirsty killers! They had lives! Dreams! Personalities! Interests!! Family!! They had things that they cared about but had no choice but to abandon them, because the life of an assassin is cruel one with constant competition. The genuine horror of it is realising that at any moment, a ranking fight would be set and on that day of the fight you’d have to accept the fact that you might not walk out the door, it’s sad!! It’s horrifying! And with each little bit of info on the assassins you get you can’t help but feel bad for them. Sure they knew what they were signing up for but that doesn’t mean they can’t have a dignified/honourable death !!

[squish-art-pit]

Love her, wish we had more than a minutes worth of content for her.

From December 2021

Also this is where I first tried experimenting with gaussian blur

[bills-bible-basics]

THE TRIUMPHANT TOUCHDOWN OF JESUS CHRIST -- a Bill's Bible Basics Article This #BillsBibleBasics article by #BillKochman can be read online at the following URL: https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/triumph1.html https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/the-triumphant-touchdown-of-jesus-christ-a-bills-bible-basics-article/?feed_id=62925&_unique_id=6458e1b3009ff&THE%20TRIUMPHANT%20TOUCHDOWN%20OF%20JESUS%20CHRIST%20--%20a%20Bill%27s%20Bible%20Basics%20Article

[jonphaedrus]

transmasc edward elric is a great headcanon but consider: trans alphonse elric. sometimes you're 11 and you're like "i want a new body that gets rid of my gender dysphoria :(" and then your brother is forced to trap your soul in a suit of armor and it's like "NOT LIKE THIS!!!"

his original body no longer exists the body he's trying to get back is the true, idealized form of the self, the one that exists only within the realm of the consciousness. kid gets his body back at the end of the series and ed's like "quick check the bits what are the bits" and al is like "IT'S A PENIS!!!!!" and the crowd goes completely fucking hogwild party in the touchdown zone running off of adrenaline and pure undiluted gender euphoria. stealing your body back from god and making sure the vagina was installed correctly this time. good news: totally fucking was. mission status: sick.

this works for all varieties of trans btw. amab alphonse elric who finally gets his vagina mods installed corectly? afab alphonse elric who can finally stop getting weird semi gender euphoria over people assuming he's the older brother because his armor is taller? it doesn't matter. fullmetal alchemist is a story about killing god and looting its corpse for its gender.

[revehae]

undone

pairing ↠ enemy!jeno x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, noncon, enemies au, unprotected sex, choking, smacking, degradation

summary ↠ ever since the two of you could walk, you and lee jeno have had it out for each other. you think that there's a chance he's finally matured and gotten over his inexplicable loathing for you, but when you encounter him after a football game, you finally learn the truth about why jeno doesn't like you.

wc ↠ 4.1k

a/n ↠ part 4/5 of the college-capades series!

don’t like it, don’t read.

just like any other friday night, you were prepared to go home, take a hot shower, and wind down with a video essay while munching on whatever snack you were currently fixated on.

guess what didn’t happen. 

bitch, we should really go watch that football game tonight, your best friend said. it’ll be fun, she said.

though you desperately wanted to change out of the jeans that had grown uncomfortable after twelve hours of sporting them, your best friend, persuasive as ever, manipulated your sympathy with claims of all her other friends being busy and the most shiny, pleading eyes.

ultimately, you somehow agreed. your stubborn walls were broken when your best friend wanted something. you told her you would meet her there and hopped in your car, heaving a breath. curse you for being nice. to some people, anyways. sometimes you wished you hated her.

football games were just the last thing on your mind. three years of being a student at this university and you’d never come to a single game. it just wasn’t something you were interested in, especially when the star player was no other than lee jeno, your lifelong enemy.

the disdain you felt for jeno was inexplicable. ever since the sandbox, you just never got along. your family’s never understood the mutual reproach you had for each other and after a couple of dangerously unsuccessful attempts at a reconciliation throughout the years that almost ended with one or both of you in the hospital, they just accepted that you two didn’t like each other.

over the years though, it started to feel more and more one-sided. jeno didn’t go out of his way to get on your nerves anymore. but it makes sense, you thought. we’re grown. it’s a good thing he’s kind of mature. you didn’t disturb him either, rather going out of your way to avoid him whenever you could.

so tonight was just one big slap in the face. almost like it was the universe’s way of telling you to go fuck yourself.

and afterwards, you were positive that you would never be seen at one of these events ever again. sure, your campus football team was everything to brag about if you were a hardcore sports fan that gave a damn, but it was definitely not worth the girls loud cheers that irked your ears when jeno scored the winning touchdown. it was not worth the hollering when his team hoisted him into the air in celebration. that, or you just did not like to see jeno happy at times when you felt borderline miserable.

so three hours later, plus the time it took for you and your friend to do some mandatory socializing with familiar faces, you bid her goodbye and tried to locate your car. given that you were definitely not the first to show up and your school was pretty popular, you didn’t find an available park in the lot.

“hey, wait up,” came a way too familiar voice from behind you. 

you barely turned your head, not really having to, but your brows furrowed. why on god’s green earth was lee jeno following you? and in a change of clothes too. jesus christ, i’ve been here way too long.

“not happening,” you hissed irritably. you just wanted to go home. 

“fine, i’ll just follow you then.”

you ignored him, not thinking he would genuinely follow you but when you still heard footsteps when you planted your feet in front of your car, you realized you’d definitely underestimated jeno’s weirdness. 

still not turning around, you searched your purse for your keys and asked, “you do realize how creepy this is, right?”

jeno shrugged, not that you could see. “well, your idea of a good idea is walking alone in the middle of the night. anybody far more creepy than me could take advantage of an off-guard woman digging around in her purse.”

you scoffed, “i was only digging for a second.”

“that’s all it takes.”

not wanting to admit that he was right, you spun on your heels and snapped, “what do you really want, jeno?”

jeno grinned. “to talk.”

“to talk?”

“yeah,” jeno said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “i mean, first, i couldn’t let you walk by yourself. just in case somebody got to you.” somebody other than me.

you droned, “oh, wow. i guess i should be so grateful a big, strong guy like lee jeno followed me to my car. should i say ‘thanks?’”

“it wouldn’t hurt.”

“go fuck yourself,” you retorted.

jeno threw his hands up in defense. “like i said, i just wanted to talk.”

you rolled your eyes. god, you couldn’t believe you were entertaining this guy’s bullshit when you could be on the way home already. even better, you could run him over with your car. “jeno, i don’t like you. we have nothing to discuss.”

ignoring your balking, jeno continued, “i couldn’t help but notice your resting bitch face while watching the game.”

your voice was dripping with the bitter taste of irony, “wow, a stadium full of girls and you noticed me? i could almost faint.”

jeno snickered. “you’re funny.”

something is definitely up, you couldn’t help but assume. this was the longest conversation you’d had with jeno in… ever.

jeno crept closer, asking, “did you like the game?”

“my resting bitch face doesn’t speak volumes?”

“oh, it certainly does,” jeno said with a chuckle. “but i wanted to hear it from your mouth.”

you leaned against your car, folding your arms. “if you want approval so badly, go find one of your screaming fangirls that are just dying to meet you. i’m sure you’d get tons of attention. maybe even a blowjob or two.”

jeno cocked a brow, but that sly fucking grin never vanished from his lips. pretty as they were. “jealous much?”

you looked like you wanted to gag and dry-heave all over the place. “oh, honey, please. i just think it’s… dramatic. bleeding my ears out because lee jeno sweated a ton and got his pants dirty - woo hoo! what will he do next?”

“sports are an art form. you wouldn’t get it…”

you cut him off with a wince, “oh, god. you sound exactly like the type of guy i do not want to piss off at a bar.”

jeno took that in stride, changing the topic, “do you have any plans for tonight?”

you spat, “why do you care?”

jeno shrugged his shoulders, almost like he was absolutely clueless. “just curious.” 

“even if i do,” you started, exasperated. you had plans with your bed, if the sleepy haze in your eyes said nothing. “that’s none of your business because i hate you and you hate me. remember?”

“you hate me,” jeno corrected, stepping so close he was now directly in front of you. “i let that go in high school.”

you were quick to retort, “right, after you found out what a vagina was.”

jeno finally started to break, nearly closing the gap between your bodies. “you’re so mouthy, you know that?”

you swallowed, damping your throat. he towered over you a little. never in a million years did you want to show jeno any fear, though you weren’t certain of what was going on. “jeno, what are you doing?”

jeno ignored you. again. “holding onto resentment from when we were fucking kids just because you want to be a stubborn little bitch. do you even know why you hate me?”

you blinked. you were beyond confused.

“i heard you fucked mark. and jaemin. oh, and haechan,” jeno snarled, extending a hand down to your ass. “all on the football team.”

“that’s none of your goddamn business,” you hissed, trying to pry his hand away from you.

jeno snickered. that was bizarre and the most hilarious thing you’d said tonight. “babe, it’s the football team. it’s everybody’s goddamn business. word gets passed around quick through us. clearly, so do you.”

you recoiled, affronted. though you tried to wrestle from jeno’s arms, he was infinitely stronger than you, and that seemed to please him because he wasn’t finished.

“do you plan on sleeping with the entire team - is that it?” jeno pressed. “johnny’s gonna make it big one day. are you going to get him to get you pregnant? live off an nfl player’s child support checks?”

you shoved at his chest, but he wouldn’t budge. “are you actually this mad that i don’t want to sleep with you?”

“get in the car,” jeno hissed. 

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “what?”

irritated, jeno opened your car door and forced you into the backseat none too gently. you whimpered in pain, having hit your head on the roof, and jeno clambered in the back with you, shutting the door behind himself. you didn’t even get the chance to sit back up before he unceremoniously threw your purse somewhere in the front.

now, you were officially beginning to panic. you never thought he would go this far. fear seeped into your bloodstream as your self-preservation instincts kicked in, and you swung your legs, successfully kicking jeno in the groin.

you tried to open the door on your end while he grimaced in pain, but you were too slow, jeno dragging you back towards him by your legs and holding tightly onto them. he went to unbutton them, grumbling, “god, i can’t fucking stand you.”

“jeno, stop. i said stop!” you exclaimed, eyes widening. “i’ll tell your parents!”

“don’t tell me you really think my parents will believe you over me,” jeno scoffed at how ridiculous that statement sounded, just before mocking, “i hate you and you hate me. remember?”

“then, i’ll tell mine,” you snapped. 

“so like you to run and tattle to mommy and daddy,” he sighed, now reaching for your panties. “all that will do is start a family vendetta. now, is that really what you want, babe?”

you frowned. it was like he planned this. 

jeno wholeheartedly intended to show you who was the boss, barking, “answer me, bitch.”

“fuck you.”

obviously, jeno didn’t like that, grabbing your keys and smacking you across the nose with them. you groaned, wincing your eyes closed.

“i said, answer me,” jeno growled. 

you stood your ground. “and i said ‘fuck you.’”

he slapped your keys against your nose again. your hands flew to your face, a hiss slipping out of your mouth when you touched your nose. though it felt broken, you knew that it was most likely just bruised. you fought the oncoming threat of tears, never letting them reveal themself as anything more than a shimmer in your eyes.

“you might want to reconsider. or else you’ll probably have to ask daddy to buy you a new nose,” jeno warned. “now, like i said, is that what you want?”

you shook your head. 

“with your mouth. i’m not afraid to bruise that lip, either.”

“no,” you cried out, fire in your tone.

jeno smirked. “there you go. was that so hard, babe?”

“yes,” you muttered. 

jeno laughed, tickled. almost like something was funny. your panties were now thrown aside and you sucked in vicious breath when his finger landed on your pussy, trying to remain strong. you knew that he wanted to see you fall apart. that was just something he always wanted.

but this was something more than that. it was darker than pushing you to the dirt at a playground or bumping into you too harshly in a hallway. this was brutal tenfold.

“i would never tell them anything,” jeno said, referring to his team, you assumed. he pushed his fingers up your cunt, much to your dismay. “nobody deserves to know. you’re all for me. just for me.”

knowing that his teammates obviously kissed and told made it harder for you to resist the tears you desperately wanted to let fall, because you felt so violated in so many different ways, but you didn’t succumb to the sting. you could take it. you would have to.

“i’m not yours. i never, ever, will be yours,” you said with an alarming amount of vitriol.

jeno pinched the inside of your thigh, making you jolt. “yes, you are. i fucking own you right now. you’re going to do whatever i want. my fucking toy.”

before you could even get any spiteful words out of your mouth, jeno slipped a hand up your shirt and pinched his fingers around your nipples, making you holler a sharp cry. you didn’t understand why he was acting so mean all of the sudden, though you guessed he’d just gotten better at repressing his reproach for you and stifling the need to inflict torment on you.

never in your life had you ever felt so helpless before. jeno was trying to break your resolve and you couldn’t let him, but with every blow to your willpower, he was getting closer and closer to winning. for a second, it occurred to you that that was all this ever was, and all he ever cared about. being able to say that you lost and he won.

and he really had you convinced for a second that maybe he wasn’t so terrible of a guy anymore.

jeno tugged at his pants and you started to fret, trying to crawl away, but to no avail. you should have never came here. you should have stood your ground and went home like you wanted, because you didn’t want this.

“calm down. you’ve had dick in you before,” jeno chided, removing his underwear next.

this was the first time in your life you’d ever been truly scared of jeno. any other day, no matter the situation, you’d faced him bravely. but this was beyond your expertise. “jeno, please. please don’t do this. i’m begging you!”

jeno snorted in amusement. he almost couldn’t believe that you were begging him for mercy. you, of all people. he knew there was more vulnerability where that came from and he was hell-bent on breaking it out of you. 

the tears were finally trickling down, hot and thick as they dampened your cheeks. “please,” you whimpered, hating how desperate you sounded. “if you let me go, i won’t tell anyone, i promise.”

“that’s cute,” jeno chirped. “not really tempting, but cute.”

you slumped in defeat. there was no getting to him. he was dead-set on sweet revenge for whatever perceived wrongdoings of yours that had wounded his poor, fragile ego.

all jeno could think about was how hard he was, watching your bottom lip tremble and your figure paralyze with fear. he’d seen you cry a few times in his lifetime, mainly because of him and when you were younger, but this was the first time he’d seen genuine fear glimmer in those eyes of yours. and he was addicted to it already. you always tried to convince the universe that you were tougher than you really were, and he’d always been determined to uncover the weak, fragile girl you truly were. to show you that he was infinitely stronger than you.

it happened in a blink. jeno pounced on you, lining his dick up at your cunt, whispering in your ear that he was going to fucking destroy you. you sobbed harder when he finally pushed inside, deep. the burn of the stretch was agonizing and you were inclined to scream, but you in no way wanted to give jeno that pleasure.

“fuck. you should’ve never been such a goddamn cunt,” jeno hissed, sinking his fingers into your hips, fueled by the noises of anguish that parted your lips. “now i’ve gotta put you in your place.”

“asshole,” you said through gritted teeth. 

jeno grabbed your hair roughly, swallowing the little whine that escaped you, and stared into your glistening eyes. he could see the hatred smoldering in them, but most importantly of all, he could see how weak he thought you were and thought it was nothing short of pathetic. “baby, you don’t even know how pitiful you look. i’d shut my mouth if i were you.”

you didn’t want to know. you could feel your mascara running down your face, already realizing that your makeup was ruined, but that was the last thing on your mind when jeno was forcing himself into you.

your pussy was so warm and tight around his cock, he couldn’t help but want to shove himself deeper and deeper. the fact that he was a making a mess out of you only turned him on even more, he wanted to engrave the image into his memory indefinitely, and he considered taking pictures just to save it but that would’ve been too incriminating.

he thought many despicable things about you, but you weren’t worth his future. matter of fact, you weren’t worth anything to jeno. not a dime or a spare nickel and the way he fucked you said that loud and clear.

jeno ranted, “this is all your fault, you know. you’re just so damn delicate and breakable.”

“you will never break me,” you barked, though your voice was weighed down by your grief.

jeno burst into laughter and the sound was physically sickening. “hate to break it to you, babe, but i already have.”

you couldn’t bare to look into his eyes anymore, casting your gaze anywhere else. 

“wasn’t that hard,” jeno continued nonchalantly. “should’ve done it sooner. i mean, you might have got away if you weren’t such a mouthy little slut that needs to have the last word all the time. hiding your weakness under all those - fuck - witty remarks, but i’ve always seen who you really are. fragile.”

you shook your head. his words were ripping you open and you hated it with every fiber of your being. you didn’t want to cave. “no, i’m not!”

“yes, you are,” he snapped. “you’re a fragile little whore that talks a big game but can’t take what she deserves. admit it.”

“no,” you exclaimed.

jeno wrapped a hand around your throat, firm and strong and everything in between, and your eyes went wide when he impaired your ability to exhale. your hands went to his, trying to pry him off of your throat, but you would never be stronger than him. never be strong enough to fight back. “admit it, if you want to breathe.”

the room started to reel. maybe it was all the hits you’d taken, all of his aggression that you’d accidentally elicited, that made it even more unbearable than the lack of oxygen causing the lightheadness, but there was a fleeting second where you couldn’t feel, where it felt unreal and dream-like, and you detached yourself from the moment so jarringly that the pain dissipated. and then that second was over, and reality seemed to hit you tenfold.

his hands felt tighter around your throat. his body felt weightier on top of yours. his breath was louder than it seemed before, and the flickering heat of loathing torched by his irises burned hard enough that you couldn’t even cry if you wanted to. it was just a silent agony. a cry of distress with parted lips, but no sound.

and when the lights felt like they were flickering, even though in reality there were almost none at all, just a distant street light stationed some feet away from your car, you accepted that you lacked the arsenal and power to win this battle, croaking with the last of your strength, “i… admit it.”

jeno’s grip on your throat slackened, though he didn’t let go. “you admit what?”

“i’m weak,” you confessed in a whisper, throat sore from his brutal touch. you wondered to yourself if he had crushed something or if the pain just felt more intensified in the moment. “i can’t hack it.”

“you never could,” jeno added, finally releasing your throat. 

finally, you could breathe again, but your next breath was the most painful of your entire life.

when jeno spread your legs apart a little more, uncomfortably so, you whined, but you noticeably lacked the backbone to fight it. you just took what he had to spare, lying against the leather seat as the metal seat belt marked your skin and jeno’s body rocked you back against it from his movements. it was the least hurtful thing you were feeling.

mustering one last breath of fight, you whispered with all the venom you could summon, “i hate your guts.”

“i’m kind of loving yours right now,” jeno quipped, slapping your cunt as if to emphasize that statement.

every second started to bleed into each other, no more or less excruciating than the last. you gave up on fighting. no matter how hard you tried, it only resulted in jeno taking advantage of your weakness, smacking you across the face or dragging his nails across your skin. you knew your body was covered in marks, you could feel the ache, prickling everywhere. 

“fuck, i’m gonna cum,” jeno hissed, running his hands up your shirt. 

that much was obvious. his movements, though they had never not been careless, grew more erratic and rhythmless. quicker, shallower, even, but harder.

you set your fingers at his biceps, begging, “jeno, please don’t cum inside me.”

jeno scoffed. “of course not. you don’t deserve that much of me.”

all that you could do was sigh. as if you wanted to be pregnant with his baby anyways. you physically recoiled at the thought.

jeno pulled out of your cunt, and you were relieved for a second, until he rotated you until your face was towards his cock and instructed, “open.”

parting your lips, you sucked his cock into your mouth, knowing you would regret it if you didn’t. you already felt broken enough. if you weren’t careful, he might’ve fucked around and killed you. hell, he almost did.

“you’re so much prettier when you’re being a good girl instead of running that useless mouth,” jeno commented.

grabbing a fistful of your hair, jeno controlled your movements, using your mouth until he came in your mouth, grunting, “swallow.”

you tried your best, you really did, but you didn’t think he would cum so much, and so hard. there was an unsparing smack of his hips against your face as he fucked your throat until, at last, he came with a ravenous growl. you couldn’t help what slipped out of your mouth and drizzled down your chin, onto the leather seat. your leather seat.

still, jeno didn’t let go, roughly lowering your head to the seat. “eat my fucking cum.”

there was no way in hell that you wanted to, your stomach churned at the mere thought of doing such a despicable thing although you had practically swallowed most of his cum already, but it felt physically degrading to lick his cum off the seat of your own fucking car. his hold didn’t slacken until every spot was gone, and you slumped backwards onto the chair, facing the roof.

there was a kind of emptiness scraping your chest that was like nothing you had ever felt before. it was despair, yes, but to such an extent that it felt like nothing. and then it was so much of nothing that it throbbed and ached right there in your heart, and mind. probably your soul too. your entire being felt frozen, rigid. so cold that it burned.

this is what it meant to be broken, you would’ve thought, if you could think. though since you could not, all you really did was lie there, a misty haze in your soulless eyes as your hands were slumped at your sides. had not your chest been heaving like raging waters, jeno would’ve thought you weren’t even alive.

and really, truly, you guessed that was what he wanted. he didn’t want you dead, not literally, maybe. but to make you feel so deprived of everything that gave you dignity that life itself was lifeless.

“i think i’ll take these,” jeno said, holding up your panties to the air like they were a flag of some kind. “you know, as my reward.” for breaking you.

you said nothing. after everything else he had just taken from you, ripped from your very hands like it was nothing, you couldn’t be bothered to care about something so replaceable. you wanted your pride back. you wanted your dignity back. but he stripped you bare of everything, all of your strength and will, all of the fire inside your body that kept you alive.

he would never know what that felt like. in the time that he spent making a point, you’d lost your sense of self and direction.

and jeno just slipped back on his clothes like nothing ever happened, sneaking away like a thief in the night, without a goodbye as he left you there to fend for yourself in the chaos that he’d created. 

and he did it all with a satisfied smile on his face.

[kelcemenow]

Touchdown - Chapter 12.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2106

Warnings Some strong language and some smut (masturbation).

CHAPTER 11.

CHAPTER 12.

“So, we’re in US weekly.” Travis said with a laugh.

“I know, Hannah showed me this morning. Is that okay?”

“Of course, are you okay with it?”

“Yeah, yeah if you are!” You switched your call to your headphones, “I just didn’t want you feeling like a news story had been made out of nothing?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it nothing!” He chuckled and his voice was calming in your ear.

You stopped walking as you had reached the gym you were heading to, “You know what I mean!”

“I know, I know! But journalists, you know, they’ll make a story out of anything. No offence!”

You laughed, “Anyway, I’m at the gym now.”

“Okay, babygirl.”

You caught your breath, “I’ll call you before I go to bed.”

“Okay, bye.”

You stepped into the stark white building and walked over to the desk so you could sign in. There was a small queue so you joined the back of the line. You looked around the entrance way, seeing if you could spot anyone that you regularly saw working out, when you made eye contact with someone who instantly looked away from you.

“Hi, Tom?”

He awkwardly shifted his feet towards you and lifted his head, “Hey.”

There was an obvious tension but you continued, “I didn’t know you worked out here.”

“Uhh yeah, I just signed up…thought I’d start exercising, you know.”

“Cool!”

There was a pause.

“I didn’t know you worked out here.” His face was unchanging and cold.

You attempted a smile, “Yeah. So, how have you been?”

He almost turned away from you, “Fine. Did your phone break or something?” He shook his head a little with his question.

“Sorry, it’s been a busy weekend, I had to go to Wembley for work-“

“Yeah Wembley. I saw.” He scratched his neck, “You were really busy cuddling up to football players, it seems.”

The tension grew as you studied his face. His expression hadn’t changed but you could sense a hint of anger in his voice.

You gave a nervous laugh, “Yeah, photographers seem to catch stuff like that.”

“So, that was all it was then?”

You opened your mouth to answer but you stopped yourself.

Tom’s eyebrows lifted, “I see.”

He almost turned away but you stopped him, moving him to quieter corner of the entrance, “No, wait – are you pissed off with me?”

Tom shook his head again and avoided eye contact with you, “Shouldn’t I be? Did you think about me at all? Did you?” He took a few steps towards you.

“We’re not together, Tom.” It sounded harsher than you wanted it to.

“Yeah, I get that.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he spoke.

“Look Y/N, I like you and I just thought you wanted to take things slowly but now I know this has all been because you were busy sleeping around with whatever his name is. Is this some sort of weird kink you have, messing people around? Or is it because he’s got money, is that all you’re after?”

“Excuse me?” You were aware you were starting to raise your voice but you didn’t care.

“You fucking heard. Does he know about me?”

“About what? Not that I need to explain myself, but we’ve been on a handful of dates, Tom. Whether I want to take things slowly is my decision and if in that time I find that I have a better connection with someone else, so be it. It’s none of your business.”

You didn’t wait for a response from Tom. Instead, you walked away from him and out of the gym, deciding to jog home for your evenings exercise. You quickly pulled your headphones over your ears and pressed play on your gym playlist, letting your feet hit the pavement. With each step you felt your aggression ease slightly so you hastened your pace, hoping a faster run would make you feel better. You could feel the burning in your chest start to ease but your mind was clouded with what had happened. Tom had been so demanding, so cruel. You blinked hard and tried desperately to enjoy your run.

As you breathlessly stepped through your door, Jess looked at you with wide eyes, “You’re back early. Didn’t you just leave?”

You grasped for the back of the couch to steady yourself and leaned forward slightly, attempting to catch your breath, “Didn’t…quite make it…Tom…crazy.”

Jess scrunched her nose, “What?”

“Tom…at the gym…just went crazy with me.” You spoke in between desperate breaths, “About Travis…that photo in…US weekly.”

“What? Really?” Jess picked up some dinner plates from the small dining table.

You stood up straight and stretched your back, “Yeah. Really.” You shook your legs and walked towards the couch, “He just started saying…all this stuff…nasty stuff…about us and me…and Travis.”

Jess made her way over slowly to the couch, still holding the plates.

“I was actually quite scared, Jess. He was really…pissed off with me.” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “It’s almost as if…he thought I’d cheated on him or something.”

Jess hummed lowly, “Well…”

Your eyes opened quickly to face her, “Oh Jess, not you too. Don’t you have a go at me.”

“I’m not, all I’m saying is-“

“Hey, you were all in favour me and Travis the other day, you were so excited for me! Now, you’re on Tom’s side.”

Jess sat down next to you, “No, Y/N. Look, I am excited for you and I’m not on anyone’s side.” She shifted slightly, “Maybe I just hadn’t thought about it from Tom’s side. As far as he was aware, everything was moving along, slowly yes, but for him this has come as a massive surprise. Maybe you should apologise to him?”

Your mouth opened, “Apologise? You didn’t hear how he spoke to me.”

“He was hurt, Y/N. Stop being so stubborn.”

You looked away from Jess, taking a breath. Jess waited but when you didn’t respond, she stood up.

“Or not.”

You heard her move out of the room and the sound of dishes being moved around in the sink echoed out of the kitchen. You laid your head back and stared up at the ceiling, letting the feeling of adrenaline settle in your chest.

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You tried to keep your voice down as you laughed. Jess had gone to bed as she had an early shift at work the next day so you caught up on some TV before crawling into your bed yourself. You were wide awake, reeling after your run-in with Tom when Travis Facetimed you.

“It’s true! The network and managers and everyone made me do it!”

Travis looked relaxed as he spoke to you. He was at home on his couch wearing a casual outfit of a white t-shirt and red shorts. You were quietly pleased that you had worn some decent pyjamas even though you weren’t expecting to see him.

“No way. I bet you loved it, getting all of that attention from those girls!” You grinned at the screen.

Travis laughed and rubbed his beard, “Well, that certainly helped!”

There was a short comfortable silence before Travis spoke again.

“I miss you, Y/N.”

You blinked and your head lifted slightly. A smile crept onto your face as you studied his, searching for any sign of insincerity. But there was none, he looked genuine.

“You do?”

Travis licked his lips, “I do, babygirl.”

Your stomach burned and your clit began to pulse, “I love it when you call me that.”

Travis’ eyes widened slightly and his voice lowered, “Is that so?”

“Ohh fuck, yes.” You clenched your legs together.

“Is my babygirl getting all hot and bothered?” His voice stayed low, in almost a growl, which only fuelled you more. His eyes searched the parts of your body that he could see on the screen, “I wanna see you.”

You titled your head with a sweet smile, “You can see me.”

“I wanna see more.”

You gasped slightly before angling the camera down your body. You were wearing a matching set of red lace pyjamas; high waisted shorts with a cropped tank. You heard Travis groan as you lifted up one leg which gave him a view of your smooth legs.

“God, baby. You look good.”

You brought the camera back to your face. Travis’ face looked hungry for you, a similar look he was giving you back at the hotel.

“I should’ve had you when I could.”

You smiled as you squeezed your legs once more, feeling a rush of blood to your pussy. Travis must’ve have noticed.

“Do you wish I was there to help you out?” His lips curled into a smirk.

You closed your eyes and ran your hand down your side, “Fuck, yes I do.”

“Show me what you’re doing. I need to see you.”

You tipped the camera down to follow your hand as it reached inside your shorts, fiddling with the waistband. You heard Travis shuffle and his breathing began to get deeper and louder. As you pulled your shorts down, Travis groaned even louder and you quickly turned the volume down on your phone. You leaned your head down so you could catch a glimpse of him, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed, mouth slightly open and tongue gently running along his top lip. It turned you on even more seeing him like this, desperate for you but unable to have you. You parted your legs a little to give easier access to yourself and a better view for him. You felt goosebumps as your fingers ran lightly along your pussy, imagining that it was his fingers instead. You were becoming wet and your fingers moved easily along your slick opening.

“Go on, babygirl. It’s me, I’m there.”

You plunged your fingers inside of your pussy, using the knuckle of your thumb to gently rub your clit. You gasped at the sensation, something you hadn’t felt for a while. It was sensitive but you continued, letting the pleasure take over. Your body began to tingle, starting in your feet and arms before spreading across your chest. Travis’ eyes focused on your body, watching it move and squirm, his gaze made your nipples become hard, poking against the fabric for him to see. You sped up your pace, pumping your fingers faster and deeper. You moaned under your breath, writhing on your bed, a tightness building up in your core.

“I wanna taste you so bad.”

Travis’ words were enough to send over the edge, your walls clenching around your fingers. You whined as you rode your high, your head tilting back onto the bed and your back arching upwards, letting your hardened nipples press against the thin fabric of your clothing. The pleasure ran across your body like a tidal wave, making your legs weak and your chest fall heavily. You squeezed your eyes shut and listened to Travis’s voice as you moaned away the sensation, relaxing every muscle and collapsing slightly back onto your bed.

“Good girl, that’s it. Man, you’re so beautiful.”

You opened your eyes and brought the screen closer to you as your breathing slowed, “When can I see you?”

“What, you wanna come here?”

You tried to control your breathing as you reached for some tissues to wipe your hands. Staring back into the camera, you watched his excited expression, “Whatever is easier for you, big guy. Honestly, I just want to be around you.”

He lowered his head and smiled enough so that his eyes creased more than you had ever seen, “I have some time off coming up. Why don’t I get you some plane tickets, you stay at my place and we can hang out a bit?”

You smiled at the screen, “I can sort the flights, don’t worry about that.”

“Nah, baby. Let me.” He winked, “I’ll show you all of the best sights in KC. One of them being you if you pack those jammies in your suitcase.”

You giggled and pulled the duvet back towards your chest.

“I’m gunna send you something, too. Can you send me your address?”

“Well, now I’m intrigued.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

He grinned at the screen, “You’ll see soon enough, babygirl.”

You sighed and laid further down in your bed, lifting your hand to cover your mouth as you yawned.

“You tired yourself out?” Travis smiled.

“Just a bit. And here I was thinking tonight would be boring.”

“I should let you get some sleep, don’t think about me too much.”

You yawned again, “We both know I will.”

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

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Oooof. That man. That gif of him smiling is something. So, we're going to KC! Next chapter will be as soon as I can! If you want to be added to my Taglist, just comment and I'll pop you on the next one.

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i wanted to request hockey player!bucky au or like any kinda sport but preferably hockey or baseball because i’ve only read like 3 fics about that AU but im obsessed with it

Athlete!Bucky

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I didn’t put any boxer bucky fics btw ! thinking about making a list just for it..

ONESHOT

My Everyday by @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate.

Touchdown by @buckyseternal

you decide to reward your boyfriend after he scores the winning touchdown.

A Little Superstitious by @jadedvibes

The school's football team needs a win and a certain blue-eyed player could use a kiss for good luck to help make that happen.

hail mary by @barnesafterglow

when you start sneaking around with your brother's best friend, it's only a matter of time until you get caught

Don’t End Today by @subwaysurf45

The day that you happily upgraded you from tutor to girlfriend all because of a few nice words.

Flirting and Football by @lovelybarnes

Bucky barnes and a college au where reader is the only one who isn’t interested in him basically

Anger Issues by @hailhydra920

You’re the only one who can calm Bucky down.

fair catch by @endless-summer-soldier

Y/N joins the football team to prove a point and the last thing Bucky expected out of the season was to fall for the new kicker

SERIES

For the Love of the Game by @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.

No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain

You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.

Out Of Bounds by @foreverindreamlandd

The chaos fic that was supposed to be a one shot inspired by me binge-watching Ted Lasso and now there’s a masterlist lmao. Enjoy the ride!

ice ice baby by @endless-summer-soldier

Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...

Quarterback!Bucky x Assistant!Reader by @angrythingstarlight

ice ice baby by @endless-summer-soldier

Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...

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ARN One shot- Superbowl

Description: Y/n and Travis attend the Superbowl.

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An exaggerated huff leaves me as I throw my phone down to the couch's cushion, gaining the attention of Travis who sits next to me sifting through a bunch of channels on the TV. He looks at me with a smile “What’s wrong mama?” he places his arm around me and gently pulls me to him, minding the giant baby inside me still. I look at him with a sad face “I want her out! She’s is making me so out of breath and making my feet so swollen!” I exasperate earning a laugh from him. I gently slap him on the shoulder “It’s not funny, she needs to be out already” I tell him. 

Trav shakes his head before sighing “Oh baby, you know it doesn’t matter when we want her out? She comes whenever she chooses to come. And right now she is very comfortable in Mommy” He says making me feel somewhat better. I nod before melting into his embrace “Yeah you’re right, I just wanna meet her so bad” he nods while kissing my forehead “I know, me too but let’s just make sure she stays nice and comfy until she decides to come” he tells me as we turn to the movie on the TV.

Travis and I are both wearing black and red as we walk through the hallway that has some reporters and some fans so Travis can go to the locker room to get ready for the game and me to take the elevator up to the family suite. Travis keeps a protected arm around my waist as he guides us through the hallway. I try to greet everyone we pass as we walk. As we go I see a younger woman trying to get our attention, I nudge Travis to get his attention towards the girl. Travis nods and smiles at the woman as we pass “Travis are you ready for the biggest game tonight?” she asks earning a laugh from him, He nods “Oh absolutely, Chiefs kingdom baby!” everyone around chuckles. “It’s nice to meet you!” I tell her as we finally hit the main doors.

Travis walks us to the side and places one hand on my face bringing my forehead to his and the other on my belly taking a deep breath “It’s gonna be okay, y'all got this in the bag.” I reassure him and kiss him softly, he nods and takes one more deep breath before guiding me to the group of security guards to safely escort me to the suite. I start to walk with guards to the elevators and I look back waving to him and blowing him a kiss and mouthing “You got this!”

The elevator doors slide open to the entrance of the suite and I’m greeted by the familiar faces of the Kelce family and my mom. My mom and Donna stand gossiping near the windows and drinking. Kylie is the first to notice me, she speed walks over before engulfing me in a loving hug, well as best as she can considering the giant baby bump in the way.

“How are you? How are you feeling?” she asks guiding me to one of the seats by the giant window that shows the field. I huff as I plop down into one of the chairs “I’m okay, I’m more annoyed and just want her out” I laugh, Kylie laughs “Oh yeah I know that feeling, and god I don’t miss it” We talk a bit more and the rest of the Kelce family comes over with the conclusion of my mom and we all greet each other before the game officially starts. We all stand and watch as the Chiefs run out of the tunnel gaining a roar from the home crowd. I clap and whoop loudly, everyone settles down as the game starts.

We all sit on edge as we wait for Mahomes to throw the ball, I hold my breath as Pat throws the ball to Travis, Travis jumps in the air catching the ball, everyone in the suite is standing and cheering loudly, going crazy “RUN! RUN!!” Travis misses almost the three tackles before he throws his body to the endzone gaining the Chiefs a winning Superbowl touchdown. I jump up and down with tears on my face and hugging Kylie. 

I look on the jumbo to see Travis screaming in happiness and the rest of the team running on the field in joy and jumping on each other. We all are ushered down to the field by security. As we make it onto the field Travis runs up to his mom and hugs her tightly “Mama! Ugh I love you”.

I have to walk slower just to be safe with all the happy people, my security staff makes a path for me.

I see Trav standing and looking around for what I think is me. I walk up behind him and gently touch his shoulder, he swings around and a giant smile covers his face “Baby! We did it! Haha!, ooh come her mama” I laugh in joy as he plants a sloppy loving kiss on my mouth and holds me in a tight hug. Travis turns his mouth to my ear “Thank you for loving me and supporting me through absolutely everything, I couldn't have done this without you and her, I love you with everything baby!” he tells me making me tear up, I pull back and hold his head in my head while nodding my head “you never have to doubt my love and support for you, I got you till the end baby”. 

Travis slides his hand down to my waist onto the baby bump before getting called by Pat. I let go and rubbed his shoulders before nudging him to go up and grab his hat and trophy and talk to the reporters. “Go! I’m gonna go stand with your family and wait for you! Go enjoy this!” I tell him with tears still brimming in my eyes. He nods before placing a kiss on my forehead and bending down to place a kiss on the bump. He looks over at Jason and nods towards me, looking for Jason to help me walk over to the rest of the family safely.

We all stand to the side and watch as the team is raving in happiness. Travis walks up gets a hat placed on his head and handed the trophy to talk “All I’m gonna say is, I love my family, I love my wife and the support they all have given me” he pauses before smiling huge “oh and YOU GOTTA FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT, TO PARTY!!!!” He yells into the mic earning a laugh from all of us.

I stand arm in arm with Jason and Kylie before grimacing, Kylie and Jason look down at me in concern “What’s wrong?” Kylie asks discreetly, Jason turns to face me more and sees me trying to hide the pain. I shake my head before sighing “oh nothing, I think I’m starting to go into labor”. Jason and Kylie look at me shocked “what the hell you mean you’re in labor?” Jason says. “Did your water break?” Kylie asks, I nod my head “Yeah I started leaking a little fluid earlier when I went to the bathroom, you know the movies lied, it’s not always a gush of fluid” I say trying to make light. Jason shakes his head before laughing “Only you could try and joke about being in labor at the Super Bowl.”

“You’re in labor!?” I hear Travis say behind me, I sigh before turning around as gently as I can giving him a teasing smile. 

“Yeah, we’re gonna have a baby today” I smiled big at his stunned face.

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