#travis kelce oneshot

[lecsainz]

Hi can you please do one about the Travis and Taylor rumours going around. Maybe like your Taylor’s sister dating Travis secretly for awhile now and your pregnant. And like the Taylor concert he went to he was like there with you and the football that Taylor went to she was like there with you. And it all comes out that he’s with you and not Taylor and they find out your pregnant and all and are so shocked and didn’t see it coming. Like if that makes sense 🙂

EVERYONE WAS WRONG

parings: travis kelce + swift!reader

author 🗒️’s: I missed writing smau 😭

summary: where you are taylor swift sister and there’s something with travis but everyone thinks he and taylor are dating.

✩. . . masterlist !

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ynswift can I say I'm cheating on the eagles?

tag: @/taylorswift @/chiefs

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taylorswift still can't believe you made me come to this game

⤷ ynswift didn't force you at all!

user6 love seeing the swift sisters together

killatrav It was nice meeting you, y/n

⤷ ynswift likewise, kelce

⤷ killatrav hope to see you girls at the next game

⤷ ynswift I need to check my schedule

user1 y/n being the cupid of tayvis

user Is it confirmed that taylor and travis are together???

⤷ user4 I think so

user2 she it's me in life: the friend who always couples people up

user5 andrea, please adopt me to be their sister!

⤷ ynswift mom said she'd adopt!

⤷ user5 OH MY GOD

philadelphiaeagles no comments

⤷ ynswift I swear we still loyal to your team

user7 I want a tayvis photo, make it happen y/n!

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Y/N and Travis had met during a The Eras concert, what seemed like a normal show turned into something entirely different. Y/N didn't expect it until she literally ran into this 6'5'' tall man. He was so much taller than her that she couldn't help but feel incredibly drawn to the unknown man, so much so that she forgot how to speak when he asked if she was okay.

Travis found the blonde girl utterly charming and just had to ask for her number. However, instead of getting her number, he received a polite but firm "no." That piqued the curiosity of the Kansas City Chiefs' tight end. With determination, he approached one of the security guards to inquire about the mysterious blonde girl. After a bit of investigating, he finally discovered that she was Y/N Swift, the younger sister of the famous Taylor Swift.

Travis couldn't help but be intrigued by this revelation. He felt compelled to get to know Y/N better, despite the initial rejection. It took him over a week to gather the courage to send her a direct message. When he did, he invited her to an Eagles game, which he later learned was the Swift family's favorite team, and having her older brother on the team made it easier to secure a private suite for their date.

As the two of them spent more time together, a genuine connection began to form. Y/N was captivated by Travis's charisma and his down-to-earth personality, something she hadn't experienced with anyone in a long time. Travis, on the other hand, was smitten with Y/N's intelligence, warmth, and her unique ability to make him forget about the pressures of the football field.

One date led to another, and before they knew it, they were deeply involved in a relationship that neither had anticipated. Their connection was electric, and they couldn't get enough of each other's company.

As the days turned into weeks and then into months, Y/N and Travis's bond grew stronger. They had shared dreams, inside jokes, and an unspoken understanding that went beyond the public eye. But their connection was shrouded in secrecy, as Y/N didn't want to overshadow her sister's fame and success.

Despite their efforts to keep things private, the media eventually caught wind of their relationship. Reports began to circulate, with speculations of a romance between Travis and Taylor Swift, not Y/N. The rumors hurt Y/N, as it seemed like her own life would always be overshadowed by her sister's immense fame.

Little did she know that amidst the media frenzy and the complications of their secret relationship, she would find herself facing an unexpected twist of fate – she was pregnant with Travis's child.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N couldn't keep the secret any longer. She knew she needed to tell Travis about the life-changing news, despite the fear and uncertainty that loomed over her. She had never been in a situation like this before.

One evening, she decided it was time to confide in Travis. With her heart pounding, she went to his house, her mind filled with thoughts of how he might react. Would he be overwhelmed? Would he want to be a part of this?

Travis opened the door and smiled warmly at her, inviting her in. Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to talk to you about, something important."

Travis's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. "What's going on, Y/N? You look serious."

Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to tell you. It's not easy, and we didn't plan for this, but..." She paused, her eyes glistening with emotion, "I'm pregnant."

For a few seconds, there was silence. Travis processed the information, and his eyes filled with a mix of emotions, but he didn't look away from Y/N. Then, a gentle smile crossed his face. "Y/N, are you serious? We're going to be parents?"

Y/N nodded with a soft smile. "Yes, Travis. I'm pregnant."

Travis leaned in closer, his face filled with emotion. "That's incredible! I can't believe it. I'm going to be a dad."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she saw his genuine excitement. "I'm so glad you're happy, Travis. I was worried about how you'd react."

Travis took her hands in his and looked deeply into her eyes. "Y/N, I couldn't be happier. This is a beautiful surprise, and I'm looking forward to this journey with you. We'll figure everything out together."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She couldn't believe how supportive Travis was being. "Travis, you have no idea how much this means to me. I was so afraid to tell you."

Travis took her hand and said, "Y/N, I care about you more than I can express. In fact, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now." He got down on one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears of joy as she nodded and replied, "Yes, Travis, a thousand times, yes."

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taylorswift so happy for you both 🤍 and travis you better take good care of my little sister!

austinkingsleyswift congrats sis!

jason.kelce finally, you guys announced it! I couldn't stand not being able to talk about it anymore. congratulations lovebirds!

chiefs welcome to chiefs family y/n!

donnakelce I'm so happy to have you in the family now y/n! 💕

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

a/n: I haven't been on here in forever! This one is about Travis Kelce because I think everyone should be obsessed with him. Here, Enjoy !

Warnings: Fluff, Teasing, Smut (F receiving)

Words: 2,391 (Not proofread)

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

MIDNIGHT FUN | TRAVIS KELCE

The night was alive with the buzz of the charity event. Good music was playing, the clinking of glasses could be heard as well as the hum of conversations from people talking and laughing.  All kinds of fortunate individuals filled the room: singers, actors, athletes and many more. In the heart of the elegant venue, amidst the sea of well-dressed guests, you stood making cocktails behind the main bar. 

You were too busy serving drinks to notice the pair of eyes burning into you. You finished making your Negroni before handing it to the guy that was waiting at the bar, giving him a smile. He tipped and thanked you before moving away, leaving you to make direct eye-contact with the tall and muscular man standing behind him, a few feet away from you. He was in a conversation with some other guys, but he wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying, his gaze focused on you. You diverted your eyes, as a short blond lady waved at you, you moved towards her and her friends for their order before getting right back to work. 

From where he stood, he could see your body moving smoothly behind the bar. You were in your element, and it showed. Your eyes were sparkling with a quiet confidence as you meticulously crafted some exquisite cocktails for all these known faces. Travis, never one to shy away from seizing an opportunity, excused himself before approaching the bar. 

You turned your attention to his towering presence, your gaze meeting his with a mix of professionalism and intrigue. ‘’Evening, what can I get you sir?’’ you asked, your voice carrying a subtle note of confidence.

Travis, ever the charismatic figure, studied the array of bottles with a playful glint in his eyes before looking back at you. ‘’I’ll have whatever you’re having.’’ He replied, his voice carrying the resonance of someone accustomed to taking risks. You squinted your eyes, smirking with a hint of playful challenge. 

‘’Are you sure you can handle it?’’ Travis chuckled, his confidence unwavering. ‘’I can handle anything baby.’’ 

You accepted the challenge with a nod before turning around to retrieve the bottles you needed as you blushed lightly. As you began crafting a complex cocktail, your fingers moving with precision, Travis couldn’t help but to look you up and down, analyzing your every move.

You were wearing a little classy black dress, that was hugging you in all the right places and showing just the perfect amount of cleavage. He licked his lips looking as you poured the liquid mixture into two different glasses.

You handed him his drink before he held his glass and nodded his head towards you. You watched him take a sip as you took yours, your eyes dancing with amusement.

The cocktail was a masterpiece, a blend of flavors that left Travis genuinely impressed. ‘’You have a way with those drinks.’’ Travis remarked, leaning casually against the bar. You glanced up, a playful smile playing on your lips. ‘’Well, it’s all about finding the right combination, isn’t it?’’

His gaze held yours, a magnetic pull that neither could deny. ‘’I’d say it’s more the person behind the bar. The drinks are just a bonus.’’

You arched an eyebrow, your eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘’You clearly know what to say to charm the ladies.’’ He grinned, unfazed. ‘’Good thing I have plenty more where that came from.’’

You laughed before some older guy called for you to serve him. ‘’If you’ll excuse me.’’ You said before attending the other guests leaving Travis with interest and desire in his eyes. He went back to his teammates, Pat nudging him with his elbow. ‘’ Shut up, man.’’ Travis responded with a chuckled.

After a while, your colleague came back behind the bar, signaling that it was your time to take a small break and get some fresh air in the back of the building. You sat down on a bench outside, taking in the breeze on your warm skin.  You couldn’t help but think about your interaction with Travis. His confidence on the field was only matched by his charisma off it. You had to admit, he was smooth.

Travis was there to support a cause close to his heart, an organization that provided opportunities for underprivileged youth. He was enjoying his night, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the pretty girl behind the bar. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted your figure back behind the marble counter. Travis had been talking with Jimmy Fallon and Paul Rudd about the upcoming game against the Jets. They exchanged for a little bit, before Travis noticed his glass was now empty. He excused himself from the pair to get himself another drink.

He strode through the crowd, his tailored suit fitting him like a second skin, a charming smile on his face. Your eyes met again once he approached you. ‘’Hi again.’’ He said with a grin ‘’Your drink was so good, it’s already empty.’’ 

‘’Well, what do you want me to tell you, I’m good at what I do.’’ You replied playfully ‘’Would you like another drink?’’ He nodded softly leaning closer towards you. ‘’Surprise me.’’ 

His low voice made you clench your tights slightly as you smiled and started to work your magic. You extended your arm handing him a new concoction. You leaned in close, your voice a sultry whisper. ‘’I call this one the ‘Midnight Fun’, one of my personal favorites.’’

‘’Oh yeah? And what kind of fun should I be expecting at midnight?’’ Your pulse quickened, the air suddenly charged with an electric energy. You felt bold so you got on your tiptoes, moving your upper body over the bar, you face resting near his ear. ‘’You would be lucky to find out.’’ 

The moment the words left your mouth, Travis’s eyes turned dark. You stayed there a few more seconds, giving him a perfect view of your chest before you pulled away slowly with a wink. 

Before he was able to speak, you turned around hearing a low grunt coming from his throat. You moved further down the bar, glancing at him over your shoulder, smirking with a sense of victory. Travis’s eyes were glued to your ass, not even trying to hide it as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

‘’She’s got you wrapped around her finger man.’’ Pat said as he landed a hand on his shoulder, chuckling lightly. 

As the night wore on, the lively atmosphere of the charity event seemed to fade into a background hum, leaving you and Travis in your own intimate world. You found yourselves in a playful dance of glances, your chemistry becoming more palpable with every passing moment.

‘’ You know, I never got your name.’’ You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was, you recognized his voice and his cologne the moment he approached you. ‘’Y/N’’ you answered as you grabbed some bottles, starting a new drink for the clients on your left. You asked him his name in return, and he looked slightly taken aback. You knew who he was, but you didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that you were a football lover just yet, so you made it seem as if he was just another guy at a charity event.

‘’I’m Travis’’ he answered, leaning in closer to you, his voice a low, velvet caress. ‘’I must say, you have a way with your hands Y/N. The way you handle those bottles…’’

You met his gaze, a sly smile playing at the corners of your lips. ‘’Oh Travis, it’s all in the wrist action. You have to know just how to … control the flow.’’ He chuckled, the double entendre not lost on him. You finished the drinks, handing them to the two ladies, waiting patiently for their cocktails before looking back at Travis, a small grin on your face.

His gaze never wavered from yours. The room seemed to shrink around you guys, leaving only the two of you in your own intimate bubble. ‘’I have to admit, I’m rather envious of those lucky bottles. They get to feel your touch all night long.’’ 

You leaned in closer, your lips grazing his ear. ‘’If only you knew just how much I can do with my hands.’’ You leaned back and could see the desire in his eyes. Your fingertips drifted on his firm hand that was laying on the counter in front of you. ‘’If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the restroom, I’ll be right back.’’ 

He wanted to follow you but he wasn’t sure if he should, he looked at you go as you swayed your hips, glancing at him over your shoulder, winking at the tall man. He followed close behind, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to what he was about to do.

He grabbed your waist tightly and pulled you into an unoccupied bathroom, pushing your back to the wall after he closed the door and locked it. You looked up to him at the noticeable heigh difference. You exchanged looks and you both could feel the tension in the small room. 

He took one step closer to you as he stared at your lips for a moment, coming back to your eyes. He sighed and you just couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed him by the neck and crossed the small distance between you so that your mouths could touch. 

Travis cupped your face with his right hand as his left one grabbed your waist again. The moment was heated, the kiss was rough and filled with desire. Your hand navigated to his chest feeling his toned muscles contract at your touch. You sucked on his bottom lip, gaining a low grunt from him before you smiled slightly against his mouth. You pulled your face back for a second, and could feel him breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling against your body. Travis went back to your lips hungrily, and in that moment the only thing you could focus on was him and the feeling of fire pooling in your lower abdomen. 

He bit his teeth down on your lip and dragged it backwards, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat. He pressed his body to yours like it was even possible as he buried his face into your neck, kissing along your jawline. He ran his tongue on your exposed collarbone, hands circling your body as they landed on your ass, squeezing the flesh roughly.  

‘’Fuck, Travis.’’ You panted, your hand running across the waistband of his trousers. 

‘’I’ve been wanting to do that all night, baby.’’  His voice rasped as he continued to travel his hands down your body. He caressed your leg before bringing it up to his hip, as the hand he placed on your thigh began to slither up towards the part of your body that needed him the most.

Travis’s fingertips finally get to the fabric covering your heated folds. You nodded before he effortlessly placed his hand over your black lace underwear, perfectly over your slit. 

‘’Already so wet.’’ He playfully whispered as he rubbed upwards, feeling the wetness in between your tights. He slid your underwear down your legs as he bent down to pick them up and carefully placed them in the front pocket of his blazer. 

‘’I’ll keep those.’’ He said smirking and looking up at you. You looked down towards him, your eyes meeting once again, as you anticipated his next move. He brought your right leg over his shoulder for much better access. He started kissing and licking the inside of your thigh carefully, edging you closer as you moaned quietly. 

Before you could understand what was happening, he swiftly grabbed your other leg and placed it against his head, standing up again to his full heigh as you shrieked in surprise and excitement. Your body was now resting against the cold tiles, one of your hand was resting on the ceiling and the other on the back of Travis’s head as his shoulders supported the entirety of your weight. 

Before you could even ask him to do anything, you felt his mouth apply pressure to your wet pussy, his tongue lapping at your folds with expertise. The new sensation caused you to let out a soft moan and you could feel Travis smile against you. 

The knock on the door startled you, but Travis dismissed it quickly.

‘’Occupied’’ he said loudly, so the person on the other side of the wall could hear him properly.  He quickly went back to devouring you like a starved man, moving his tongue skilfully, reaching all the right places as he snaked a hand around your thigh, his fingers moving towards your clit. 

You could feel the familiar knot in your lower abdomen begin to tighten as you moan loudly.

‘’That feel good baby?’’ he asked cockily and proud as you nodded while mumbling incoherently. You were a mess. Your head was thrown back, lips parted and panting as your chest moved up and down rapidly. 

‘’Travis, I’m … I’m so, oh my god’’ you tried to say as he moaned against your pussy, sending a wave of vibration all over your body. You could feel yourself getting closer by the second. His mouth continued to work your folds, your breathing getting heavier, and your body started writhing as you cried out his name, coming. He licked you clean and took his time with you, leaving a trail of kisses on your thighs as he slowly and carefully put you down on your feet. 

‘’What time do you get off?’’ you smirked. ‘’Why, you want me to return the favor?’’ you answered back, winking at him while you tried to control your breathing. He laughed quietly before stepping closer to you to give you a small kiss on the lips. 

‘’Actually, I was thinking about an early breakfast, if you’d care to join me.’’ he asked you, as he took your hand in his, playing with your fingers, looking at you to study your reaction carefully. He was genuinely interested, he wanted more, more than just a hookup. 

‘’I would love that’’ you smiled back, blushing.  

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Okay for Travis maybe "but babe you promised."

You and Travis broke away from the Christmas Eve party you were hosting at your house to head upstairs. You loved to hear the sound of Alex, Sav and Laylah running around and laughing with their friends and cousins. Travis, on the other hand, was in a sour mood.

“I’m not doing it.” Travis sat down on the bed with a huff, his tone even, but you could tell he was serious and was going to need some major convincing.

“T, there are twenty kids downstairs who are waiting for Santa.” You held up the Santa costume you had bought online, made to fit Travis’ unique measurements. “It’ll only be for a couple of minutes. 30 tops.”

“Peaches, no.” Travis always furrowed his brow when he was trying to appear stern; you had seen him do it in front of the kids hundreds of times.

“But babe, you promised.” You were about to pull out a pouty lip, but Travis stopped you, before pulling his Christmas sweater off over his head. He’d been complaining about how itchy it was all night. Travis shook his head fervently. “No, I said that we’d get a Santa, not that I’d be Santa.”

“I don’t want a stranger in my house.” When you were planning the party, you had always planned on Travis playing Santa for the kids. You didn’t want the girls to be scared, and Travis was really good at playing different characters.

“Get my dad to do it.” Travis searched on his phone to find any last minute Santa impersonators. He’d pay extra if it meant he didn’t have to wear the white beard. “T, your dad has been asleep on the couch for the past two hours. Now go get dressed.” If begging wasn’t going to work, you weren’t above bossing him around.

“Baby, no. Now drop it.” You sighed, feeling just a little bit defeated, if only for a minute.

Travis was distracted by his phone as you walked over to him, straddling his lap. You raked your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp with your nails like you knew he loved, and instantly he was putty in your hands, his eyes glazing over as his hands moved to cup your ass.

“That’s too bad”, you whispered, your lips grazing against his ear lobe, making him shiver. “After the party I had all of these ideas for how we could put this Santa costume to good use.” You ground against his crotch ever so slightly, making him grunt out. You knew you had him.

“30 minutes. Not a minute more.” He begrudgingly agreed, giving your butt a playful spank.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!” You gave him an enthusiastic kiss before jumping off his lap. Travis started putting on the costume, and like you hoped, it fit perfectly. To mimic the round belly, you stuffed a couple of pillows underneath the top.

“You can have the job of explaining to the kids why Santa is 6’5” and has the body of a Greek god tonight.” Travis couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Ha, ha. Greek god is pushing it, don’t you think?” You narrowed your eyes at him, Travis flipping you off as he headed back downstairs.

[kelcemesoftly]

Request “You know I would die for you, right?” for Trav

Not My Girl

Triggers: swearing, alcohol, angst then fluff

Notes: Thanks so much for this request! I think I went a little overboard, but shhhh. I had a lot of fun writing this one :) Maybe angst is my thing??? Who knows.

Also, as much as I cannot stand the Bengals, I have nothing against any of the players or Logan Wilson. So no hate please ❤️💛

The Chiefs were down by a field goal at the beginning of the fourth quarter. Usually, that wouldn't cause you too much stress, but this was against the Bengals. And historically, the games had come down to the last possession. That thought alone made you feel sick to your stomach. You knew how important this playoff win was to the guys on the team. It would prove to all the haters, all the doubters, that the Chiefs were the real deal, and that Arrowhead would always be Arrowhead.

You watched as Pat, Trav, and the rest of the offense fled onto the field. You were up in the booth with Britt, some of the other wives, and Trav's entire family. Unfortunately, the Eagles hadn't made it this far in the playoffs, and while that was sad for Jason, it meant that his family could come and support Trav while rooting for the Chiefs to pull off a win. "Let's go, babe," you muttered, standing near the see-through glass of the family-style suite. Pat got the ball and threw it to Trav, who successfully made the catch. He gained about ten yards before he was tackled down by Logan Wilson. Only this time, the defensive player was preventing him from getting up right away. At first you felt as if your heart stopped, afraid that Travis had been injured. But, that worry was quickly replaced with utter confusion once he stood up and got in the face of Wilson. You couldn't hear any of the words being exchanged, obviously, but you could see his muscles flex under his jersey, even with as far away as you were. "What the hell?" you whispered, glued to the plexiglass in front of you.

The ref threw up a yellow penalty flag as Wilson shoved Travis, who then reacted out of instinct by shoving the defensive player back. Soon enough, both teams got into a scuffle, and the only reason Travis got out of that mess was because Pat literally pulled him out of it. "What happened?" Britt asked, popping up next to you, her brows furrowed in concern and confusion.

"I have no clue. He hasn't been like this... this mad, in years," you said, shaking your head. At the beginning of his career, Trav had a real quick temper on him, but that had progressively gotten better as the seasons had went on. Sure, he would get heated here and there, but this was something different. Listening to the ref's call, you heard that each player got an unsportsmanlike call, offsetting each other. You reached for your drink and took a long sip, running your fingers through your hair while watching the boys on the field below. Luckily, Travis had remained put together the remainder of that drive, with him scoring a touchdown. Unfortunately, Butker missed the extra point, so the Chiefs were only ahead by a field goal.

Kylie had made you up another drink, and by the time you were half-way through it, the Bengals had tied up the game. "You don't want 15 to have the ball in his hands in the final seconds of this game," Britt said, clapping her hands as the Chiefs' offense took the field once again. You watched them intently, immediately picking up on the fact that Travis was distracted. That altercation must have really rattled him, based on fact that Trav had now dropped three passes.

"Come on, Trav," Jason encouraged, placing his hands on top of his head. The game was down to the final 30 seconds, and the boys still had forty yards to go. Blowing out a deep breath, you bit down on your lip as Britt handed you a shot glass. "It's good luck," she lied, clanking glasses with you and Kylie before all three of you shot it back.

As you reached down for your drink, you shrieked loudly when you saw Travis and Wilson going at it once again at the end of one of their plays, albeit this time it was much more intense. There was clearly yelling going between the both of them, with Travis pointing his finger angrily at the man across from him. "Baby, don't do this. We need you," you begged, swallowing the bile you felt creeping up in your throat. Once again, Pat was able to break up the fight, but not without a flag being thrown. Thankfully, the penalty was only on Wilson that time, otherwise your husband would have been ejected.

"What the hell is his deal?" you asked no one in particular, shaking your head. You were angry that he was doing this because he could have easily jeopardized the game and his team, something you knew he'd regret. And it was a playoff game, to make it worse. You just prayed that nothing else would happen in the remaining seconds of the game.

Britt took your hand in hers and squeezed it as Pat got the ball, scrambling around the pocket until he spotted Trav being wide open. Your husband caught the ball and ran it into the end zone, spiking the ball. He screamed out in happiness and did one of his dances, only being stopped by his teammates embracing him. Pat gripped his arm and dragged him off the field before he could confront his enemy, not wanting there to be a penalty flag on the play to overturn the touchdown. As soon as the touchdown was confirmed, everyone in the booth screamed and cheered. "We're going to the Super Bowl!" Britt screamed, jumping up and down with you.

Everyone in the booth celebrated while the players wrapped up the game, and before you knew it, you were heading down to the field with the other family members in the booth. As soon as you got to the field, your eyes roamed around for your husband. Once you spotted him, you took off running for him. Trav opened his arms and you jumped into them, legs and arms wrapping around his sweaty body. "You did it, baby, you're going to the Super Bowl," you grinned, happy tears streaming down your cheeks. Even though they'd been to three Super Bowls before, winning two of them, the pride and joy you felt for him never got old. Giving him a sweet kiss, you told him how much you loved him before he set you down. He kept his arm securely wrapped around your shoulders as his family hugged him, as well, not letting you go for one second. It wasn't abnormal for him to want to touch you, but he wasn't generally this clingy.

Before you had a chance to ask him what had happened on the field, Wilson began to approach your small group. When Trav saw him, a low, animalistic growl left his throat, and he started to stalk toward him. You tried with all your might to hold him back, scared of what he might do. Unfortunately, you weren't strong enough to do so on your own. Luckily, Jason and Ed were right there. Jason gripped the back of his jersey and Ed stood in front of his son, pushing him back with his hands on Trav's chest. "I think you should give him time to cool off," Ed said, turning his head to speak to Wilson. With a curt nod, he obliged and walked away with his shoulders slumped.

"Travis Michael Kelce," you said firmly, eyes narrowing. You had no idea what the heck was going on, but you weren't going to have him risking his career over a petty football disagreement with someone on another team. When Trav's warming blue hues met yours, his face instantly softened and he swallowed thickly. "What the hell is this about?" you asked, putting your foot down. He shook his head, signaling he didn't want to talk about it on the field in front of all the reporters. You could understand that, so you didn't argue with him. Instead, you continued to celebrate with him and the rest of the guys before they headed to the locker room.

You and the rest of the family waited in the family waiting area while Trav showered and changed. It was eerily quiet between all of you, considering the win that just took place. "He had to have said something non football related. Travis has never been that pissed over a game," Jason commented, holding Ellie in his arms.

You sighed and nodded your head, looking down at your shoes. "Why don't y'all head back to the house? I'll wait for him. Hopefully I can get it out of him and he'll be calm by the time we get home," you suggested, rummaging through your purse to hand Kylie the keys. They agreed and after giving you a hug, shuffled out of the waiting area.

It wasn't too much longer before Travis emerged from the locker room. A small smile crossed your lips, and you offered him a hug and a kiss when he greeted you. Despite how irritated and slightly annoyed you were with him about his altercation with Wilson, you couldn't help but be immensely proud of him. He laced his fingers with yours and led you toward your car.

As soon as he pulled onto the highway, you turned in your seat so that you could properly look at him. "Trav, what happened? This... this anger, this rage, it isn't you. Not anymore," you said gently, stroking the back of his hand that was rested against your thigh.

With a heavy sigh, he glanced toward you and then squeezed your leg before turning his attention back to the highway. "I fucking hate his guts, Y/N."

You chuckled humorlessly, scrunching up your nose. "I gathered that from your two interactions with him, babe. Why do you hate him? You haven't had an issue with him in the past," you pointed out, placing your palm against the back of his hand before lacing your fingers with his.

"He made degrading and derogatory comments about you, babe. Comments that I wasn't going to fucking stand for. I don't give a fuck what he says about me. He wants to comment on my game? My appearance? My personality? Go for it. But he will not speak that way about my wife," he seethed, face reddening.

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "What did he say?"

"It doesn't matter. All that matters is that he said filthy things that he should have never said. I will never forgive him, Y/N."

"I appreciate you sticking up for me, babe. I really do. But you could have been ejected from the game. The playoff game, Travis! You would regret that for the rest of your life," you said, your free hand flying into the air.

"No, I wouldn't. You know I would die for you, right? Getting kicked out of one fucking game would be nothing."

And as much as you wanted to argue with him, as much as you wanted to say he would regret it in the long run, you couldn't find it in your heart to yell at him or be mad. He was defending your honor, being the most amazing husband and person you could have asked for. Instead of yelling at him, you leaned over and pressed your lips to his cheek. "I love you. To the moon and back."

"You already know, baby girl. I love you more."

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Taglist: @kelcemenow @hearts4papayas @keiva1000

[sexuvlhevling]

T. Kelce - “We’re Having a WHAT?”

“Let’s go!” Travis exclaims. Today marks 12 weeks pregnant. Meaning, it will be the first time that the pair would see their baby. Both Brielle and Travis were beyond ecstatic. Ever since Brielle had muttered those words to Travis, he couldn’t stop thinking about that moment, thinking about the future and when the two of them would be parents. Coming along with this, Travis also grew extremely overprotective of his wife. He couldn’t stand the thought of another person even thinking about bumping into her. Travis knew she was tough, and wasn’t by any means considered fragile. Afterall, he had seen Kylie, his sister-in-law, go through this numerous times now.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Brielle dismisses. Finally walking down the stairs. Though it was early in pregnancy, Brielle felt uncomfortable and bloated practically all the time. Her morning sickness had only begun to lessen, but she was still throwing up constantly. Dressed in a pair of leggings, and one of Travis’ old shirts. She didn’t care how she looked, but Travis still thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He places a kiss on her temple.

“Ready?” He asks, she nods her head. Travis opens the door, allowing his wife to step through and make their way to the car where he also opens the door for her there. Brielle is certain that he would’ve tried to buckle her seatbelt for her if she would’ve let him.

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“I’ll be back in a second to check on you guys.” The nurse says before exiting the room. Travis and Brielle sat hand in hand anxiously awaiting the scan. Only a few more moments before they could see their beautiful baby. Moments achingly pass before there’s a series of knocks at the door. The nurse, Emma, enters the room once more.

“Ready? Verify your name and date of birth once more for me?” Brielle complies, as Emma begins to grab a bottle from the other side of the room.

“If you could just lift your shirt a bit for me, I’m going to put this jelly on your belly and then we can get a look at baby.” She explains. Brielle nods, pulling her shirt up and the modesty blanket over her waist down.

“We’re going to start with the abdominal scan, and if you aren’t as far along then we can move to the transvaginal.” She explains. Brielle nods her head, the nurse kept the large screen facing herself while she sets up. Finally, squeezing a considerable amount of warm gel on Brielle’s stomach, she places the instrument on her. Turning the screen as she begins to roll around. Both parents watch the screen intently, confused. Emma begins to explain what she’s looking at as she rolls the device across Brielle’s stomach.

“Wait a second,” Emma murmurs quietly.

“What? What do you mean?” Brielle feels her heart shatter. She knew that Emma hadn’t meant to speak at the level she had. Travis places his free hand on Brielle’s shoulder. He didn’t know what was happening, but he wanted to prepare himself for the worst.

“There’s two of them in here. Congratulations Mom and Dad!” She exclaims, beginning to show both fetuses. Though they were small and a little hard to see, they were there in plain sight.

“You mean to tell us, it’s twins?” Brielle feels her throat go dry.

“We’re having what?” Travis raises his voice slightly. The Kelce family was at a loss for words. Brielle kept telling Travis that she felt like she was showing the past two weeks, a small part of her thought it was just bloating, but this confirmed that it was most definitely more than that.

“This is so exciting!” Emma chirps out as she begins to take pictures on the device, typing aggressively.

“The doctor will need to come in and confirm this as well.” She notes.

“Twins,” Travis stares blankly. Realization setting in for the both of them. They were about to be in for quite the ride for the next 18 years. While the pair had always wanted children, and this was the quickest way to quickly expand their family, it was a lot to let sink in. Before the end of the year, their family of two would double. The rest of the ultrasound, both Travis and Brielle are dead silent as Emma and their physician explain the ultrasound to them as well as future prenatal care.

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After an eternity of silence, Travis is finally the first to speak.

“What are you feeling?” He asks, putting a hand on his wife’s thigh.

“I’m so excited but I’m so scared Trav. Twins? I feel so over my head.” She admits. Travis understood how she felt, but he knew he had to be strong for the both of them.

“Have you seen the way you are with Wy and El when we watch them? You’re a freaking pro at this stuff. If there is anyone in the whole world that I would trust to not only bring one baby into this world, but two, it’d be you.” Travis smiles, Brielle begins to feel tears well in her eyes.

“Don’t cry baby,” He says, he could feel his heart breaking.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so emotional.” She begins fanning her face as tears begin to fall. Now that it had started, Travis knew they were not going to stop anytime soon.

“I want to be here for you in any way that I can to help you and the babies. What do I have to do for those tears to stop?” Travis inquires, both of them knew that nothing was the correct answer but Travis never accepted that.

“Ice cream?” Brielle sniffles, it never eliminates how she felt but it always puts a smile on her face. Travis and Brielle went out practically every night to go get ice cream since finding out the news. The couple hadn’t revealed to the world that they were expecting, but with the frequency of trips made to the local ice cream shop, they definitely knew. Grateful, they’d never said anything.

“Of course.” He smiles comfortingly at his wife. They knew each other like the back of their hands. Travis knew how to keep his wife grounded at times like them.

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@BrielleKelce: Mom and Dad can’t wait to meet you two 🤍 @KillaTrav

[thisgirlwritesfanfiction]

Hello all. This is where I'll write all my fan fictions at.

I will write for almost anyone and any fandom.

[mariposa-writes]

Sports Player Masterlist

Travis Kelce

Series

The Assistant

Oneshots

Stressed

LaMelo Ball

Oneshots

Good Sleep

[anxiousotters]

Hi! Every one of your wips sounds so fascinating, but especially It’s, it’s— by god, it’s Cody with the Vigilante Shit chair! (stand alone, oneshot).

(Or ANY of the JasTor fics?)

Ask about my WIPS

Oh my god, yes!! Thanks for the ask <3

I’m way too excited about It’s, it’s— by god, it’s Cody with the Vigilante Shit chair! because it’s been a long time coming (seriously, this has been in my WIP folder since August). I’m in the final stages of writing & editing so I’ll be posting it soon, yay!

Basically, I adore Taylor Swift and this fic was inspired by her and Travis Kelce’s relationship

Cody, a pro bolo-ball (aka. limmie/ meshgeroya) player is roped into taking his niblings (Omega, Fives, & Echo) to pop sensation Obi-Wan Kenobi’s concert because Rex cancelled on them last minute. The title is based off the WWE meme and Cody’s realization during Obi-Wan’s performance of “Vigilante Shit” that he desperately wants to be That Chair™. It’s very fluffy with a heaping dose of crack, plus it has super fun family dynamics with brotherly teasing and Cody being a fantastic uncle

——————

I’m going to stick to the theme and explain the premise of Parental Pandemonium since it also falls under the category of fun family dynamics

This fic is a “the Mandalorian Civil War never happens” AU, set at around the same time as Korda VI. Jango Fett and Pre Vizsla find out, to their horror, that their parents (Jaster Mereel and Tor Vizsla, respectively) are courting. They decided to reverse-parent trap their dads so they won’t have to be siblings

Nothing like a bit of brotherly bonding over attempting to drive your parents apart, right?

[separatist-apologist]

The Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce stuff has made me wanna read like a sports romance lol. It’s so juicy

I definitely started writing a little nessian oneshot after the news yesterday

[lecsainz]

I just wanna say that I love your fics! and want know if you can make one with Travis Kelce and reader where they lost a baby

NOT AGAIN

˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

parings: travis kelce + wife!reader

summary: the one where you and travis lost a baby.

🗒️: I had no idea how to write this, I did it as I saw in movies and series so forgive me if it got bad.

type: angst ✶

The sterile walls of the hospital room echoed the heavy silence between Travis and Y/N. Their eyes spoke volumes, burdened with the weight of a shared sorrow. Y/N clutched the ultrasound picture, a cruel reminder of dreams shattered once again.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kelce," the doctor's words lingered, a haunting refrain in the room.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she whispered, "Not again. Why does this keep happening, Trav?"

He wrapped his arms around her, his voice barely above a whisper, "Life's just been cruel to us, love."

The grief hung thick, palpable. Travis wiped away Y/N's tears, his own eyes mirroring her pain. They navigated through the wreckage of shattered hopes, mourning a child that would never be cradled in their arms.

Days turned into nights, and silence engulfed their home like a heavy fog. Travis found Y/N sitting in the nursery, surrounded by baby clothes and a crib that would remain empty.

"I can't bear this emptiness," Y/N whispered, her voice breaking.

Travis knelt beside her, their hands entwined. "We'll get through this together, no matter how many times life tests us."

As Y/N uttered those words, Travis's phone rang, the caller ID flashing with his mother's name. With a heavy sigh, he answered, the weight of grief evident in his voice.

"Mom, it's not a good time," Travis murmured, trying to maintain composure.

His mother's cheerful tone echoed through the phone, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen them. "I was just checking in. How's Y/N doing? Is the baby kicking yet?"

Travis closed his eyes, the lump in his throat growing. "Mom, we... we lost the baby."

A stunned silence followed, broken only by Y/N's muffled sobs. Travis closed his eyes, grappling with the weight of the words he had just spoken.

His mother's voice cracked, "Oh, Travis, I'm so sorry. How's Y/N?"

Travis turned to Y/N, her grief-stricken face reflecting the agony in his own heart. He hugged her tightly, shielding her from the world. "She's hurting, Mom. We both are."

His mother's voice softened, "Oh, Travis, I'm so sorry. We'll be there for you both, however you need."

After ending the call, Travis turned to Y/N, her tear-stained face etched with pain. He gently cupped her cheeks, forcing her to meet his gaze. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You hear me? This isn't on you."

She shook her head, tears streaming down. "Travis, what if it is? What if I can't give you the family we dreamed of?"

His heart ached at her words. Travis embraced her, whispering, "No, love, don't you dare blame yourself. We'll face this together, just like we always have."

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Thirst Night!!

Let’s chat! Could be a fantasy, something you’d like me to expand on (let me know in your ask) or an x reader scenario you can’t get out of your head. I’m thinking of expanding my writing to include JB so we’ll see how tonight goes 😏

[kelcemesoftly]

“whatever she wants” for trav!!

Whatever She Wants

Triggers: None

Notes: Thank you so much for the request ❤️💛

You pushed your oversized sunglasses further up the bridge of your nose, wiggling your toes that were dipped into the warm, blue water of the resort pool. After a year of planning, you and Travis were finally married and on your honeymoon in beautiful Bora Bora. All the small details of your wedding had come together last minute, mostly thanks to your wonderful in-laws and wedding planner. And really, all that mattered to you was that you were officially Mrs. Kelce. Every time someone would refer to you as that, you swore you could feel small butterflies swim around in the pit of your stomach. It had taken five years to get to this point, and even though the road was long and winding, you wouldn't change a thing.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt cool, wet hands press against your thighs, and a small gasp left you. Looking down, you saw your husband below you in the pool with a smug grin painted across his lips. "Trav!" you laughed, playfully trying to shove his hands off your warm legs.

"Baby, you're too warm! You need to get into the water and cool off!"

Shaking your head, you pushed your nose into the air. "No, the water's cold," you teased, kicking your legs back and forth, splashing water up onto Trav's chest. He snatched your legs in his palms, wrapping them around his back just below his arms.

"It's over 100 degrees out, Y/N. You already know the water is absolutely not cold," he snickered, tugging against your legs to try and get you to come into the pool with him. You opened your mouth to attempt to argue with him, but before you could get a word out, Trav's hands pressed against your waist as he lifted you into the air. Before you knew it, your entire body was plunged under the water. When you came up for air, one arm wrapped around Travis' shoulders while your other hand removed your sunglasses. "Told ya, water's not cold," he mused, giving your cheek a small kiss.

The next hour, you appeased your husband by hanging out with him in the pool. And as much as you enjoyed sunbathing, you couldn't deny that the water felt refreshing against your hot skin. Plus, being right next to Travis was exactly where you wanted to be. It wouldn't be long before he was back at practice and he had to split his time between you and football.

You were lying across one of the lounge chairs, letting the scorching sun dry the water droplets off your skin when one of the pool attendants appeared in front of you and Travis. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" she questioned, offering both of you a warm smile.

"Whatever she wants," Travis replied, looking over at you with complete love and adoration in his eyes.

With a small giggle, you ordered yourself a drink and then Trav gave her his order. You swung your legs over the lounger and moved over to sit on his lap. "I love you, babe. Thank you for making me the happiest woman on the planet."

"I should be thanking you, baby. You saw me for who I am, not what I am. I'm the luckiest man to get to call you my wife."

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Taglist: @kelcemenow @hearts4papayas @keiva1000

[lecsainz]

if you can make one with Travis Kelce and reader where they have a baby and reader goes into labor with the baby

ITS TIME

˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

parings: travis kelce x wife!reader

summary: that one where you're pregnant and it's time to meet your little one.

an: I went with Travis and Y/N having a five-year-old kid. I know you asked for a baby, but I wasn't sure how to do it and I just loved how the story evolved, so I didn't have the heart to change it. Hope you like it.

type: fluff ಇ

It was a typical morning, much like many others during your pregnancy. You got up and watched your husband sleeping as you searched for your slippers to head downstairs and start making breakfast for the family, despite Travis's wishes.

Travis didn't want you to exert yourself during the pregnancy – it was the same during Aiden's and now during Ivy's.

You were beating some eggs when you heard the little steps of Aiden coming down the stairs.

"Mommy! Is today the day?" the little one asked excitedly, hugging your leg. Ever since Aiden overheard your conversation with Donna that Ivy would arrive by the end of December, he became super protective of you.

"Not yet," you said with a smile, bending down to pick up the 5-year-old.

"She's taking too long," he pouted, running his hand over your belly. "Daddy promised she'd come faster." That made you laugh, earning a scowl from your son.

"I think it's time for Daddy to wake up, don't you think?" You innocently asked Aiden.

And you watched the little one run upstairs to wake up his father.

While you were setting the coffee table, you were surprised by a pair of muscular arms hugging you from behind and a kiss on your neck from your husband.

"Good morning, dear," Travis said with a huge smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Kelce." You turned and gave him a brief kiss on the lips, receiving an "Eww" from Aiden, making both of you laugh.

The rest of the day flew by; Travis had training with the Chiefs, so you spent the afternoon playing with Aiden, who bombarded you with questions about his sister.

As soon as the clock struck six, you decided it was time to prepare dinner, but the moment you got up from the carpet where you were building Legos with Aiden, you felt liquid running down your leg.

"Mommy? Did you pee?" Aiden looked curious.

And before you could respond, you heard the garage gate opening by Travis. "Honey, I'm home!" He shouted from the garage.

"I think it's time," you told him as he walked through the kitchen door.

"Time for what?" He looked at you, clearly not understanding.

"Mommy peed," Aiden said excitedly as if sharing a secret.

"OH MY GOD, IT'S TIME!" Travis realized and started panicking. "SHOULD I CALL YOUR PARENTS? OR MINE? I NEED TO TAKE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL!" Travis began frantically searching for the phone.

You found his hysteria amusing. "Travis, your phone is in your pocket," you approached and touched his shoulder. "Everything will be fine. We've done this once, and we'll manage again," you reassured calmly.

"Oh, dear, how are you so calm?" He asked, laughing.

"I'll get Ivy's bag," you said as you headed to the adjacent office. "Call your parents to stay with Aiden at the hospital!" You yelled to Travis.

"Can I bring my Legos?" Aiden asked, holding the plastic pieces, and when Travis called his mom. "Of course, buddy."

"Is Ivy coming?" Aiden ran after you to ask. "I think she already senses that you're getting ready to be an official big brother, sweetheart," you replied to him. "Ivy is coming!" Aiden ran off excitedly.

"Are we ready?" Travis asked as he helped you to the car, despite the small delay caused by your disagreement – him wanting to carry you to the car and you preferring to walk to dilate faster. "More than ever," you said, giving your husband a kiss.

[lecsainz]

MISS HIM

parings: travis kelce x wife!reader

summary: you and travis are married and have a two-year-old daughter, but you feel tired and like you're not one of travis's priorities.

authors note: taylor wearing a friendship bracelet with travis number was the reason for my breakdown.

✩. . . masterlist !

You and Travis are happily married, raising your two-year-old daughter, Poppy, in the bustling city of Kansas. Travis, the star player for the Chiefs, leads a busy life, constantly under the spotlight. As much as you love him, you sometimes feel like you've taken a back seat in his priorities.

One evening, as you sit on the couch with Poppy, watching her favorite cartoon, you can't help but feel a pang of loneliness. Travis has been gone for a while, caught up in his training and media obligations. Your daughter looks up at you with her big, innocent eyes and says, "Where's Daddy, Mommy?"

A sigh escapes your lips, "Daddy's working, sweetheart. But he'll be back soon."

"Mommy sad?" Poppy asks, her little brows furrowed.

You manage a smile, ruffling her hair, "No, baby, Mommy's not sad."

But the truth is, you are. The weight of holding everything together has become heavier, and you long for the days when Travis's attention was solely on you and your little family. You know he loves you, but it's easy to feel neglected amidst his demanding career.

That night, as Travis returns home, you can't bring yourself to share your feelings. He's exhausted, and you don't want to burden him further. Instead, you put on a brave face and serve him his favorite dinner.

Poppy can't contain her excitement as she bounces in her high chair, giggling and clapping her hands. Travis can't help but be charmed by her infectious laughter.

"Daddy, up! Up!" Poppy reaches out towards Travis, her tiny fingers desperately wanting to be held by her father.

Travis's face lights up as he scoops her up into his strong arms. "You want Daddy to hold you, sweetheart?"

Poppy nods vigorously, her laughter filling the room as Travis raises her high in the air and then brings her down in a gentle swoop, earning more squeals of delight from their little one.

You watch the heartwarming scene, and despite your own worries, you can't help but smile at the beautiful bond between father and daughter.

He looks at you, grateful, and says, "Thanks, babe. You're amazing, you know that?"

You smile, "It's my pleasure. How was your day?"

As he talks about the game plan and the intense training session, you listen intently, even though your own worries weigh heavily on your heart.

He says, "Baby, is something wrong?"

You looked at your husband and gave a soft smile. "Nothing, just a little tired, no need to worry, my love."

Travis leans in to kiss your forehead, then your lips, and suddenly, everything seems a little bit better.

In the morning, as you watch Travis play with Poppy in the backyard while preparing breakfast for the family, you couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness. You had a deep yearning for more of his attention and presence. It was a feeling that had been growing inside you for a while, and you couldn't keep it to yourself any longer.

You decided to confide in your closest friend, who was on the other end of the call, feeling a need to unburden your heart.

"Y/N, you should talk to Travis about how you're feeling," your friend suggested.

You sighed, a heavy weight on your shoulders. "I just don't want to add more stress to his life. He's already so busy with football, and I'm afraid of being a burden."

But as the days went by, the feeling of being a second priority in your own marriage continued to gnaw at you.

Days turn into weeks, and you continue to silently bear the weight of your emotions, never wanting to be the one who distracts Travis from his career. But one evening, as you're getting Poppy ready for bed, she asks, "Why doesn't Daddy play with us anymore, Mommy?"

It's as if her innocent question tears through the walls you've built around your feelings. You hug her tight and whisper, "He loves us, baby. He's just busy with his job."

Your daughter looks at you with those same innocent eyes, "But I miss him."

You nod, blinking back tears, "I miss him too, sweetheart."

Later that night, after putting your daughter to sleep, you finally decide it's time to talk to Travis. You find him in the living room, going through plays for the upcoming game.

Travis noticed the serious look on your face as you sat down on the couch together. "Is everything okay, babe?"

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Travis, I love you, and I love our life together, but lately, I've been feeling like we're drifting apart. You're so dedicated to your career, and I'm proud of all your achievements, but I miss us. I miss you."

Travis's expression softened as he listened to your words. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never wanted you to feel that way. Football has been demanding, but you and Pops are my top priorities, and I'll do whatever it takes to make this right."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt the weight of your unspoken worries finally lift. "I didn't want to burden you with my feelings, but I need you to be there for us, for our family."

Travis took your hand and squeezed it gently. "I promise, I'll make more time for you and Pops. We'll find a balance that works for both of us, because you're my world, Y/N."

[lecsainz]

hi! can you write some travis kelce x reader angst? thank you!

DIFFERENT THINGS

parings: travis kelce x girlfriend!reader

summary: the one where you decide to break up with travis because your future ideas are different.

an: about the super bowl, WHAT A GAME!

( my last work || go to my main masterlist )

The cold Kansas City wind bit through your coat as you stood on the doorstep, clutching the handle of your suitcase. The walls of our apartment seemed to close in on you, echoing the weight of the decision you were about to make. You had known Travis since our college days, and your love had weathered through many storms, but now it faced a tempest that threatened to tear you apart.

The sound of the door unlocking pulled you from your thoughts. The familiar creak of the door swung open, revealing Travis, still in his Chiefs jersey, the exhaustion evident in his eyes. A victorious smile painted across his face faded as he registered the somber atmosphere.

"Hey, babe! We did it again!" he exclaimed, expecting your usual enthusiastic response.

You managed a weak smile, your heart clenching at the realization that this would be the last time he'd see it. "Yeah, you did great out there."

He furrowed his brows, concern etching his features. "What's going on, Y/N?"

You took a deep breath, your hands trembling as you clutched the handle of your suitcase tighter. "Trav, we need to talk."

His eyes searched yours for reassurance, but the heavy air in the room told a different story. "Okay, talk to me. What's on your mind?"

"I... I can't do this anymore, Travis," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Our paths, they're going in different directions. You want a family, a home. I want to build my career, travel, explore. I can't give you the life you want."

His eyes widened, disbelief and hurt clouding them. "What are you saying, Y/N?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you fought to keep your composure. "I'm saying, I think we need to end this, Trav. It's not fair to either of us to keep pretending we want the same things. You deserve someone who can give you the life you dream of."

His jaw tightened, and he ran a hand through his hair, a mix of frustration and sadness painting his expression. "But I want you, Y/N. I thought we were building a life together."

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "I thought so too, but I can't ignore what I want, and I can't ask you to ignore your dreams. It's better this way."

He took a step closer, desperation in his eyes. "Can't we find a compromise? Work through this?"

You shook your head again, aching to reach out and comfort him. "We've tried, Travis. But compromises won't change what we fundamentally want from life. It's time to let go."

Silence hung heavily between you, broken only by the muffled sobs you couldn't contain. Travis reached out, his hand hovering in the air as if uncertain whether to bridge the gap. In that moment, your love, once fierce and unwavering, crumbled into the heartbreaking reality of your diverging paths.

With a heavy heart, you turned away, pulling your suitcase behind you. "I've already packed my things. I'll be staying with a friend tonight."

He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. As you reached the door, you hesitated, a part of you hoping he'd stop you, convince you that you could make it work. But the words never came.

"I'm sorry, Travis," you whispered, opening the door to a world where your love was now just a bittersweet memory.

[kelcemesoftly]

Request: Travis taking care of the reader why her got drunk pls🫶🏻

Party Too Hard

Triggers: alcohol, vomiting

Notes: I love a sweet, caring, loving Trav. I hope I did him justice

As soon as the Chiefs won the Super Bowl, you knew that you were in for a long night. While this was your first Super Bowl appearance while dating Trav, you'd seen how hard core they'd gone in the past. First there was a party at the hotel, then they'd go out to at least one bar or club, and from there... who knew. You thought that you were prepared, but with the busyness of the day, with getting your hair and makeup done, perfecting your outfit, and hosting your family and Trav's in your Air B&B, you didn't have nearly enough to eat. That fact was confirmed when it took less than three drinks and two shots for you to be three sheets to the wind. You had rallied the rest of the night with Travis, and yes, you had the time of your life. But, by the time 4am hit, you started to feel lurching in your stomach, a telltale sign that you were about to be sick. The last thing you wanted to do was tell the Super Bowl star himself, so you sat in the bathroom while taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm your queasy stomach. Britt had stumbled in at one point, and after seeing your pale face, immediately knew what was going on. "I'll go get Trav," she said.

Even though you protested profusely, she didn't listen to a word you said, and not even two minutes later, your boyfriend was crouching in front of you. "Party too hard, baby?" he asked, reaching up to cup your cheek. Tears started to leak down your skin, and you nodded, hating that you weren't able to stay out as late as he had wanted. "Don't cry, baby. It's okay. It's late, we should all head back, anyway," he assured you, threading his fingers through your hair in an attempt to calm you. While it didn't make you feel better, his love, affection, and concern made you feel safe. If you did, in fact, get sick, you knew he'd be right there to support you.

"Can you get me some water before we go?" you asked meekly. Travis nodded his head and disappeared from the bathroom for a minute, coming back with a glass of water. He handed it to you. You took small sips and breathed deeply every few seconds, willing yourself to not get sick. At least not until you arrived back at the hotel. Travis had convinced you to stay at his hotel room that night, since the rest of your families were at the Air B&B. While the main reason may have been to have sex, it didn't seem that was going to happen with the way that you were feeling.

After finishing the glass of water, you felt a bit better. At least better to the point of being able to get a ride back to the hotel without getting sick. You allowed Trav to take your hand and lead you outside to the car awaiting for you both. On the ride to the hotel, you rested the side of your head against his arm, breathing in and out steadily.

Trav led you up to the room once you arrived at the hotel, locking the door behind you. He helped you take a seat on the bed and then went to rummage through his suitcase for one of his shirts. Walking back over to you, he set the shirt beside you and helped you out of your dress. Travis slipped the shirt over your body, smiling lovingly down at you. "I love you in my shirts, baby girl."

You smiled meekly, unable to stop the small sob that left your lips. "What's wrong, baby girl?" he asked, falling down to his knees. Trav took your cheeks between his palms, stroking your skin gently.

"I got sick. On a night you were supposed to be celebrating!" you cried, the alcohol making your emotions stronger than usual.

"Baby, I did celebrate. I love partying, going to clubs, but I wanted to be with you. I was with you all night. Even if we were here cuddling in bed, that's all the celebration I'd need," he assured you, leaning forward to capture your lips against his.

You let out a small whimper, pushing him away as you bolted toward the bathroom, lifting up the lids before emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. Small sobs wracked through your body as you upheaved everything that you could. Travis was right there behind you through it all, holding your hair back while rubbing your back. He whispered loving, encouraging words, letting you know that he'd be there as long as you were sick. And even though you attempted to argue with him, it was futile because he didn't budge.

That night was the night you knew that he was the one. He wasn't repulsed by your sickness. On the night that was supposed to be about him, about his team, he was with you, taking care of you. This night is the night you thought about when you cited "in sickness and in health" in your wedding vows two years later.

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