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Meet Your Mama Pt 3

I'M SORRRRRRY I KEPT YOU GUYS WAITING WAYYYYYY TOO LONG BUT IT'S HERE NOW 😖 No warnings. Let me know if you want a part 4 to this and what to include.

You woke before Travis the next morning still dazed from the night before. As you carefully lifted his huge arm off your torso, you quietly slid out of bed and to the bathroom.

Your parents house was small, and the bathrooms reflected that, but this was home nonetheless.

You finished brushing your hair before grabbing a T-shirt, flannel, and jeans from your suitcase. You knew being home for a bit was going to mean working hard on the cattle and horses.

As you walked downstairs to see your mom, you heard the bed creak upstairs. Travis was awake.

Once he realized you were no longer in bed, he jolted up, putting his clothes on, and ran downstairs just as you hugged your mom good morning.

You heard his heavy steps and rolled your eyes at your mom. She laughed as Travis came up behind you and gave you a kiss behind your ear before slumping his head into your shoulder.

"Good Morning sleepy head." You said as you reached back to scratch at his beard.

He just grunted before standing up to find a seat at the table.

You made him a cup of coffee and placed it in front of him as he grabbed it and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"Best coffee ever." He said, wiping his moustache as he stood up and kissed you. He went over to your mom and gave her a hug, then to your dad to shake his hand.

"We got work for you Travis." Your dad said a little too enthusiastically for your taste.

"Whatcha got for me pops?" Travis asked which made your dad shutter.

"Your on cattle duty today."

Great. That means Travis has to get on a horse and cut cattle with no knowledge on how a horse works.

"Dad, Travis never rode a horse." You said, trying to get the point across that he wasn't cut out for the job.

"Then he'll learn. C'mon Trav." Your dad yelled before motioning to Travis.

You looked at your mom, "He's gonna get hurt if he puts him on Captain America."

"Then you better go make sure he doesn't." Said your mom, chuckling.

You ran upstairs to put on your chaps before running outside to the old tattered barn.

You thought for sure this old heap of metal would have collapsed by now, but it's standing just as strong as the day it was built.

You walked inside to see your dad cinching up Captain's saddle.

"Dad, no. He can't ride him." You yelled.

"Sure he can! I've had a private trainer over since you ran off to Kansas City."

You were livid. No one was to touch Captain till you got back.

"You did what?!" You screamed at your dad. Not caring the tone of your voice.

"Don't you yell at me!" Your dad shouted before throwing Captains bridle at you.

"Take care of it yourself then. I'll go get Bristol ready."

You clutched the bridle like it was the last thing on Earth. Captain was too green for Travis and you knew it.

"It's okay Y/N, really." Travis tried to sound reassuring.

"No it's not. You'll get killed if you ride him. Go get Comanche."

Travis grabbed the lead rope and led Comanche out of his stall. Then he grabbed the cross-ties and clipped him in place.

You took the cross-ties off Captain and put the reins over him before putting the bit in his mouth. To your surprise, he didn't throw his head around and took it willingly.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so hard on dad. You thought.

You put Captain back in his stall and went over to see how Travis was doing. Surprisingly, he was doing good for someone who knew nothing about horses.

"Damn, good job babe." You said patting Travis on his back.

"Thanks honey." He leaned down to kiss you as your mare, Beyoncé huffed behind you.

"Oh you jealous little lady." You laughed as you helped Travis lengthen his stirrups.

"Okay, you lead him to that round-pen over there and I'll bring the little demon." You laughed as Travis led Comanche.

You walked over to Captain and lead him out of his stall.

"Alright you little shit." You said patting his neck gently.

You put your foot in the stirrup and swung your leg over. To your surprise, he stood completely still.

Just as you were gathering your reins, your dad walked in.

"See? He's bomb-proof." Your dad assured you.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you Dad, you were only trying to help.

"I understand kid. I shouldn't have hired a trainer without asking you first."

You leaned down to hug your dad the best you could before he walked out of the barn.

You gave Captain a little tap with your heel and he walked on.

Travis was walking Comanche around the pen before stopping by the gate.

"You could have got on Travis. He's not going to kill you." You laughed as he used the gate to help get leverage to pull himself on the horse.

"I thought it was better to wait till you came out." He said, blushing.

"Good idea."

You instructed Travis to walk around the pen, then trot. Comanche was pretty good in the lope, but still squirly.

"See if he'll lope. He might be a little squirly." You warned Travis. "Just squeeze with your heels and tell him to lope."

Travis listened and Comanche's ears pinned to his head. Within seconds, he started trying to buck Travis off.

"Lean back and release your heels!" You yelled to him. "Talk to him."

Travis looked worried as your dad came walking over.

"YEEEEHAW RIDE 'EM COWBOY!!!" your dad yelled as you slapped his arm.

"Just shush him Travis and drag out a woah."

"Looks like Comanche could use a private trainer." Your dad joked to you.

"Sign him up."

Travis managed to calm Comanche down and started scratching his neck.

"You trying to kill me Y/N?!" Travis jokingly yelled to you.

"He's never bucked like that. I knew he might have a bit of squirly in him but nothing that severe."

You hopped off Captain and Travis off Comanche.

"Take Captain. I'll ride this brat."

"Are you sure? He might be worse."

"Trust me, he won't be." You looked over at your dad and smiled.

Some days you doubted your old man, but at the end of the day, father knows best.

You and Travis swapped horses and you led Comanche back into the pen.

"He won't do that to me." You told Travis. "He knows your new, so he's testing you."

Travis watched as you made Comanche lope, despite the same ear pinning. Just as he raised his butt to buck, you gave him a light tap with your heel and hand.

"AT" you yelled to Comanche. "Don't you think about it"

Comanche listened to you, but you didn't feel comfortable letting Travis back on him.

"Your not riding him Travis. He's too squirly for you." You looked at him explaining why your prized steed is acting like a toddler.

"That's fair. Guess Captain is the good one today." He scratched him and Captain settled his head on Travis' forearm.

I'm sorry I have to cut this early but I have to get homework done and I don't want y'all to be reading for an hour lol. Like at the beginning, let me know what you want to see in Part 4 and possibly 5. We're definitely getting to Travis cutting cattle in Part 4, but I need a few more ideas. Anywho, I'm going to take a break for an hour to catch up on some overdue assignments. See y'all later!!!

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Hi all I'm back.

So I have a lot to unpack here some sad, some happy.

Unfortunately, my best friend, Robin passed away May of 2023. She had breast cancer and went into hospice not too long after I visited her at our friend's house.

I've decided to keep riding at my old barn and quit the new one because the lady was getting rude and was only judging me when I was just doing what I thought was correct. Others were doing what I was doing and they didn't get corrected.

I adopted another cat (no surprise there) so now I have 3.

We got our heads out of water with our finances. Slowly, but surely, were getting back on our feet.

I started a welding job with my neighbor. And I'm taking an internship for my senior year this summer.

I broke up with my toxic ex boyfriend and haven't been with anyone else. I'm taking time for myself to think of I'm ready to love another man or stay in my delulu world of these celebrities I can't have haha.

I have a crush on one guy who's 4 years older than me (21) so I might shoot my shot later this year.

Im gonna be honest with y'all, that about it. I promised a Cowboy Travis Kelce and dammit I'm gonna give it to you. I'm going to get right to work on it soon. I love you all and haven't forgotten a single one. Have a blessed/good day, whichever you prefer!

#joe burrow #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow bengals #jim hopper #travis kelce fic #travis kelce #taylor and travis

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I love how Martin struggles to use Twitter 😂

Final 4 reads hate comments? For some reason?

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No lie here.

why are there only two breeds of men at joe gibbs racing its either dilfs or baby faced son of a bitch

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Yo @joeburreauxsworld where did this new Sam come from 🤤

#joe burrow #joe burrow bengals

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He doin his lil dancey dance 😭😂😂

i love this man 😭

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Thank you for blessing us w more Travvy pictures 🤲

random travis pics <3

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God I wanna write a Wallen fic so bad

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enjoy!

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AHHHH I never thought I needed a sick Travvy blurb, BUT IM HERE FOR IT!!

Let Me Take Care of You

A quick blurb about taking care of a sick Travis because I am wide awake 🥴

You sat gently on the edge of the bed, the room dark and cool. Travis shifted around half asleep, unable to get comfortable, his chest tight with congestion and his nose red from constantly wiping it with a tissue. In short, your baby had the worst cold he could remember having in his adult life.

You placed a cold hand on his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. You moved your hand to his forehead to check his temperature, no change from a couple hours ago.

“Hey, baby.” You whispered, running your fingers along the side of his face. His eyes fluttered open gently, giving you a weak smile. “Hey”, his voice was hoarse and deep, the words followed by a hard chest cough. He winced in pain, closing his eyes again.

“How are you feeling?”. You asked in vain, knowing you had just left him a couple of hours to attend a work dinner, and his condition had not improved. “Still like shit. How was your dinner?” He grabbed onto you hand, and you instinctively grazed over his knuckles; something you often did when you were nervous. “Boring. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow though. Did you eat any of the soup I made for you?”

“No. I’ve just been sleeping.”

“I’d really love for you to eat, babe.”

“Im really not hungry.”

“Ok. Did you at least drink the Gatorade?” You raked your hand over his hair.

“Y/N, you don’t have to baby me. I promise I’ll be fine tomorrow.” Travis’ ego took a hit every time you cooed over him, even though he secretly loved it.

“You are my baby, so I want take care of you.“

“That’s my job.”

“Trav, I’m not fighting with you about this.” You gave him a sincere smile as you slipped your heels off.

He watched you walk back and forth between the closet and the bathroom as you got ready for bed. You grabbed a spare pillow and blanket out of the linen closet. You climbed into bed from your side, opening your arms so Travis could lay his head on your chest.

“I don’t want you to get sick.” You ran your fingers through his beard, Travis relaxing in your hold. He may be the provider in your relationship, but you would always be his protector.

“I’m not worried about it. I can’t take care of you if I’m avoiding you.”

“I told you, you don’t-“

“-don’t have to take care of you. I know, I know, but that’s what you do for the people you love.”

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🫠🫠

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He's so quirky and girly 🥹

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Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

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Hey y'all. I know I've been really inactive on here and I want to explain why.

I started riding at another barn and now have to make the decision if I want to keep riding at the one I've been at or go to the new one.

I had to say goodbye to Money. I may have explained it before, but incase I haven't. We found a heart murmur and decided it was best to send him back home to Georgia. It was 100% for the better of him and I'm glad he's happy again.

We're very VERY low expense wise and I truly don't know how we're going to get out of it. I'm placing it in God's hands to help instead of fighting this battle on our own.

I started a job, although I've been out of work for almost 1 month.

I've rescued 2 cats and they're taking up LOTS of time.

I'm planning for my cousins wedding next month.

Migraine after migraine. I've tried blue light glasses (since I'm on the computer a lot) and it's only helped slightly. Even if I'm wearing them, I still get a headache. Some lead into a migraine.

I'll try to be as active as I can, but keeping up with all these things is really tiring me out. No, I will not be deleting my account, I'm very much staying in this worm hole we call Tumblr. If anyone has questions, you can ask. Any questions are welcome. It will help me be more active the more I get. Even writing ideas will help me. I'm adding loose tags so people see. I hope these are even slightly understandable (ironically, I'm writing this with a headache 😅) and I felt y'all deserves to know why this ADHD blob hasn't been *publicly* going gaga over Travis Kelce, or Joe Burrow, or even Taylor Kinney. It's very hard work with all these things happening, on top of running 10+ social media pages. I'm sure MANY of you understand.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow bengals #travis kelce #kansas city chiefs #kc chiefs #travis strikes again #equestrian #horses #popular #iykyk #get to know me #my post

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TRAVIS

New Heights Live podcast with Jason & Travis Kelce, Episode 40 (5.22.23)

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TRAVIS

New Heights Live podcast with Jason & Travis Kelce, Episode 40 (5.22.23)

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Aww this is adorable 🥺 plz write more...you'd be feeding us Kelly Simps w the best we can get 🙂

Keep you close

Prompt: Tugging at the other's clothes to keep them close

Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

You'd always had the awful habit of wandering off. As a kid you had been an absolute nightmare for your parents, silent footsteps trotting away at the smallest of things. A shirt you saw across the store, a street performer, or a cat in an alleyway. You were excitable with a short attention span and far too adept at unintentional escapes and as such had caused premature greying in your mother's hair.

As you grew older you'd managed to calm down some, you were still prone to wandering off with no warning, but you no longer straight up disappeared to chase a butterfly.

In fact, many of your now friends hadn't picked up on your habits due to how switched on you were at work. Paramedicine had no place for a lack of focus, and whenever you did wander it was for the job.

The habit had only really started to show its self when you frequented Molly’s. You fluttered between groups like a butterfly on crack, the overheard snippets of more interesting conversations sometime leading you to leave a conversation midway through. You didn’t intend to be rude but it was hard to keep talking to Cap when Otis was starting a debate on aliens.

Alcohol tended to only exacerbate your condition. Though the running away become purposeful instead of accidental. You had pulled a runner quite a few times before your friends learned to guard the door from your menacing ways. Apparently running away while drunk was a common enough phenomenon for many people so your actions weren’t overly questioned.

To almost everyone’s surprise, it is Severide that becomes your keeper 9 times out of 10. Always appearing just as you had stood to dash away and tugging at your clothes to force you back into a seat. He becomes so adept at the motion that most times you don’t even get to stand before one of his hands is lashing out to latch onto your shirt.

The first time it happens on shift you don’t think much of it, chalking it up to him protecting you from an aggressive patient. The second time it happens you are slightly mystified, glancing back at him for an explanation. All you get is a nod towards the encroaching crowd that is starting to crowd around your patients. You aren’t too happy, but still let it slide, a small part of you giddy that Kelly cared enough to stop you from being overwhelmed. The third time however, gives you pause, and even the squad members that had witnessed the interaction seemed shocked.

You had been walking past the table where squad 3 was engrossed in what seemed like a heated game of scrabble when Kelly’s hand had shot out to grab you. He had played it off as needing an objective judge to veto certain words. That would have been fine, except that his hand had remained clenched around your shirt well after he should have let go.

From there it becomes near constant, you always sit next to him for lunch now, his grabby hands not allowing you to wander far. Most times it doesn’t even seem like he realises what he’s doing, nor does he notice the perplexed looks the members of firehouse 51 shoot him at every confirmed instance. Eventually the tugged clothes evolves into, wrists and hands wherever possible and you can’t help but to feel you are dreaming everytime it happens.

It becomes somewhat of a game amongst you and your family, to see how long it takes upon you entering a room for Kelly to grab you. Or if you can ever manage to sneak past him without being thwarted. Nobody ever says anything directly to him though, your glares enough to warn them away. Because as much as you were confused, you found the whole thing incredibly cute. Especially when his hand moved like it had a mind of its own, reaching out to grab one of your own even if his eyes didn’t leave whatever he was focused on.

In a rare turn of events, it is a sober you escorting a slightly tipsy but still aware Kelly back home, fingers entwined from where he’d grabbed to pull you along. Looking down at how perfectly your hands seem to fit together you can’t stop yourself from asking anymore,

“Kelly, why are you always grabbing me? It’s not like I’m going to run away at work.” He stops at your words, turning to look at you with what you think is incredulity.

“I thought it was obvious” he replied, before leaning in with a flirty grin, “I just like having you close by, getting to hold your hand is just a bonus.”

Your heart stutters at the confession paired with the warmth that encompasses Kelly’s eyes when he looks at you. Your mouth moves before you can stop it,

“I’m going to kiss you now” your voice sounds foreign to your ears, as if you are underwater and you almost don’t realise you’ve said it. That is until Kelly positively beams in reply, leaning even closer to you as you throw caution to the wind and close the gap. The hand that isn’t wrapped in his comes up to the back of his neck, lightly hold him against you as you smile dumbly into the kiss.

Neither of you really discuss what the kids means for the future, but neither do you let go of each other. Not even when Kelly throws you the keys to his car, and not when he tugs your head down to lie against his chest, your hand clenched around his shirt as you sleep. The two of you continue like that as you find your groove, only Kelly is no longer the only one with a desire to keep someone close. Tugging against his short collar to demand kisses quickly becomes one of your favourite activities.

Otis and Cruz are the first to lay witness upon you tugging at the back of Kelly’s shirt as he tries to walk past where you are sat on the couch. The two stare with open mouths when the lieutenant actually does stop like nothing is wrong with the situation. Rushing over to demand an explanation when Kelly eventually takes his leave.

“I just like having him close” you shrug with an innocent smile, before standing and making your way to the chiefs office. A journey which you is quickly joined by said lieutenant, the slight tug on your shirt sleeve announcing his presence as the two of you enter the chief’s office. Boden took one look at the close proximity and matching grins and simply sighed, handing over what looked to be pre-prepared forms for HR.

The cat is very quickly let out of the bag to your friends when Kelly tugs you into his lap for all to see and you make no effort to escape, settling contently into him. An action that is almost immediately banned within the firehouse. Molly’s remains free game though, no matter how much Otis complains at the blatant affection.

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Haha yes ma'am

I’m still not over this😍🥵🤤