#speed fic

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"Riding with my Mate"

By x3no9

Soap listened to "Closer" on repeat while riding in the Hummer with Ghost post-mission. 

Ghost: "You sure love this song, don't ya?" 

Soap: "Ya, mate I do. It speaks to me." 

Ghost: "You mean the bit about *puts up quotey marks with gloved fingers​* fuckin you like an animal?"

Soap: "Oh fuck, yes please."

Ghost: "Come again, boyo?" 

Soap: "Yes SIR." 

Soap pulls over, it's night time on the outskirts of the city.

Ghost: "Something come up, Johnny?"  *clueless, because they haven't fully given into the idea that they want one another*

Soap hums softly in his throat as he climbs into Ghost's lap, squeezing his thigh as he does it. 

"Whoa, boy, what's this then?" Ghost's hands are up in surrender, he is sweating mentally a little in his mask. ​

Soap plants kisses all over his mask, taking some of the soft material between his teeth and tugging like a playful pup. 

Ghost finally lets his hands down and starts massaging Soap's muscular back, where his armored vest doesn't cover it. The impressive, tense muscles yield to his curious fingertips. Soap pulls the mask down from Ghost's mouth and traces his peachy lips with a gloved thumb. 

"So fuckin tasty, Si." Soap tells him with a knowing smirk, before planting a hard, moist kiss on him. He pulls back, sucking on Ghost's lower lip. 

Ghost can't stop himself, he grabs Soap's ass roughly, palming, squeezing and shaking the firm, ample globes. Soap doesn't warn him, he reaches down and reclines the seat too fast, they fall back. "Closer" starts up again and Ghost kicks the radio off with a heavy boot and grabs Soap with a growl, they tumble and wrestle into the large back seat, biting and pulling at one another. 

Soap starts tearing everything off; Velcro ripping and peeling, snaps snapping, buttons popping off, zippers running down, getting jammed with haste. Ghost cups Soap's naked, bulging pecs in his large leather-clad palms, pressing his half-masked face between them and then alternating between biting and kissing each one. The light layer of dark fuzz that Soap grew on his chest tickles his tongue as he laps at him. 

Soap moans very softly in his throat, careful not to sound desperate, but he certainly is. Ghost isn't going to strip, there isn't enough time, his need is too great. A lone vehicle speeds by, they don't give a shit. Ghost yanks Soap's pants down over his hips, down his thighs, Soap accommodates him in his mission, popping his ass up. The pants are around his ankles just above his boots, Ghost wants to get between his thighs but fuck, he can't. The damn pants around Soap's ankles. 

"Fuckin hell." Ghost mutters as he roughly flips Soap over on to his hands and knees. Soaps lets a small excited laugh escape as Ghost tosses him around a bit, he allows it. With a grunt, Ghost pulls Soap's delectable bubble ass up closer to him. He unzips, pulls his throbbing, swollen need out with a gloved hand, spits several times and sighs as he works his cock over a little.

Soap is there, in front of him, slightly fuzzy ass up in the air and eager. Ghost presses a large gloved thumb against his crack, moving his one cheek away a little. Too dark to see well, he spits in the right direction and shoves his finger in, spitting and pressing in until the lovely, snug hole gives way just enough.

Soap bites on his fist as Ghost presses the enormous head of his desperate cock in through the tight gate. Small, bursting thrusts and he is home, leaning down and spitting every now and again, he is rolling his hips, fucking Soap hard. Soap moans and coos, bites at the hard leather seat under him. He feels Ghost's rough hands gripping him by the haunches, driving in and exhaling hard through his slender nose. 

Ghost feels his knees get all rubbery, his thighs tingle, he is getting close. Soap moans more against tightly sealed, full lips, then Ghost taps his prostate, gently at first, then as he drives in deeper, he smashes into it. 

Soap can't hide any more, he comes out moaning and panting. Muttering worshipping praises at the novel sensation of Ghost's cock plumbing him deeply. He reaches blindly to hold on to anything at all, something to squeeze, something to get his tension out on. The pressure in his love canal is powerful, Ghost is merciless. Soap wants to jerk off but Ghost won't let him, he stops him with a firm, gloved grasp around the wrist.

Soap whimpers in protest and desperation. Ghost leans down, pressing his rigid, rough gear against Soap's bare back, he pulls him up around the front of his throat a little. "Shh." He whispers into Soap's ear. His breath is warm, but not hot, and minty with a hint of cigarette smoke. 

All Soap can do is pant, "Yes, Sir." 

"Good boy." Ghost tells him as he plants a kiss somewhere near his ear then leans up and spanks him a few times. 

He slows down and Soap feels Ghost's cock pulsing against his used rim, then he feels the hot liquid inside him. Both panting, Ghost pulls Soap up and holds him tight. They lock eyes, crystal light blue meets burning dark sapphires. 

He wraps his hand around Soap's dripping dick and slides his palm over it deliciously, slowly, tightly, he jerks him off as he drives inside. Soap's mouth drops a little, tongue visible and touching his front teeth, he climaxes, rolling his hips in unison with Ghost's.

Panting, laughing breathlessly and quietly, he let's Ghost finish, Ghost continues to stroke Soap's spent cock for a few extra minutes, giving him every ounce of pleasure possible. 

"I fuckin love you, mate." Soap pants.

This was requested.

Summary: Los Angeles police officer Jack Traven has dealt with many intense hostage situations, but never one that involved his pregnant wife. He must race against the clock in order to save not only his wife, but a bus full of other innocent pedestrians.

This chapter has a lot of quotes from the movie (with some of my own writing too of course) so I don’t take credit for those.

Jack Traven watched as the bus you were on disappeared down the road until he could no longer see it. He took a sip of his strong coffee before he turned away and made his way to where his Ford Bronco was parked a short distance away. He had to get to the police station before his partner, Harry, chewed him out for being late.

He sat his coffee and bagged muffin down on top of the car before he dug his keys from his pocket. He was just unlocking the door when an explosion suddenly went off. Jack ducked down and covered his head before he looked over, finding a bus on fire. His eyes widened in shock as he processed what had just happened. He went into action mode and ran towards the bus to try to help...to do anything. Upon reaching the bus, however, he found that there was nothing he could do. It was too late. He knew who was in that bus because he had just spoken to the man. How and why did this happen?

As Jack stood there, he heard a phone ringing in the distance. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked around until he found two payphones nearby. He made himself walk over to them, slowly, eyeing the one that was ringing for a moment. He finally picked it up and put it to his ear.

“You think if you pick up all of the bus driver’s teeth, they’ll give you another medal?”

Jack let out the breath he’d been holding, knowing who was on the other end of the phone. It was impossible though...wasn’t it? He had been killed. Jack was there! It was the same man who had tried to blow up the elevator. He’d recognize that voice anywhere.

The madman started droning on about his previous attack and how Jack had come along, ruining it. He made it sound as if he had been doing some civic duty by trapping an elevator full of innocent civilians with explosives. The man truly was crazy.

“Why didn’t you just come after me?” Jack asked as he squeezed the phone in his hand, tightly.

“This is about me,” the man replied. “About my money! This is about money due me, which I will collect! 3.7 million. It’s my nest egg, Jack. At my age, you’ve got to think ahead.”

“When I find you...” Jack said through clenched teeth, but was interrupted.

“Pop quiz, hotshot,” the man began to say. “There’s a bomb on a bus. Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do?”

Jack’s brows furrowed as he thought for a moment. “I’d want to know what bus it was.”

“You think I’m going to tell you that?”

“Yes.”

“Very good,” the man replied, seeming pleased. “There are rules, Jack, and I want you to get this right. No one goes off the bus. If you try to take any passengers off the bus, I will detonate it. I want my money by 11 AM.”

“We can’t pull that kind of money in time,” Jack told him, quickly.

“Focus, Jack! Your concern is the bus and don’t try to call the radio’s down. Now the number of the bus is 2525.”

Jack’s eyes widened and his heart felt as if it had stopped beating. Bus 2525...the very same bus that his wife was on...his pregnant wife.

“You’re very quiet, Jack,” the man said with what sounded like a smile on his face. “That bus ringing some bells for you. I did my homework. Your wife takes that bus almost every day doesn’t she?”

“You son of a bitch!” Jack yelled out in frustration as he hit the payphone.

“Easy there, Jack. I make the rules and I decide what happens. I imagine you already know the route the bus takes. You better hurry. Time’s ticking.”

Jack immediately went into action. He dropped the phone from his hand and ran for his Bronco. He hopped in and started the engine before pulling out of his parking spot, squeezing tires as he did so. He sped down the road with only one thing on his mind...saving his wife.

He managed to find the bus fairly easily since it hadn’t had a chance to make it far since the phone call. It was stopped in some traffic because of some road work. All he had to do was get to it before it took off down the road again. He stopped his vehicle and jumped out of it, running towards the bus just as it started taking off down the road again.

“No, wait!” Jack called out as he kept running for the bus. “Stop the bus! Stop the fucking bus!”

It was no use. He didn’t make it in time and Sam, the driver, had not heard him. Jack stopped running and ran a hand through his short hair before he looked around, trying to figure out what to do. He spotted a Jaguar. One that would go fast enough for him to catch up to the bus.

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Meanwhile, you were sat on the bus, not knowing a thing of what was happening. It was just like any other day for you. It wouldn’t be too long till Sam dropped you off at your stop and you walked the short distance to the elementary school you taught at.

The bus was full of other people trying to get places as well. There was a guy not far from you, talking about how this was his first trip to Los Angeles. He seemed pretty excited to be there. You had been as well when you first moved there. You grew up in a small town so the big city was definitely a change for you. You didn’t even know anyone, but that all changed when you met Jack.

You met the handsome man when he made a visit to the elementary school to talk to the kids about how dangerous it could be to talk to strangers. You two just couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off of each other. That’s why he had asked you out on a date afterwards when you thanked him for talking with the kids. You two hit it off right away. You had been together for over a year when he proposed to you and you two didn’t waste anytime with getting married. After a year of being married, you both decided to try for a baby. It wasn’t easy though. It just didn’t seem to be working out and it worried you. It finally happened after a year of trying though. You and Jack couldn’t be happier.

Speaking of Jack, you had been looking out the window when you thought you saw someone who looked an awful lot like your husband, driving a convertible. It couldn’t be him though. He was supposed to be on the other side of the city at work. Also, he didn’t own a Jaguar unless he had made a big purchase you didn’t know about. You shook the whole idea from your mind and looked back down at the book you had been reading.

“What the hell is this idiot doing?!” Sam asked.

You glanced up from your book again and leaned up to see ahead of you. There was that convertible again. You narrowed your eyes and knew you couldn’t be seeing things again. You stood from your seat and went up to the front, feeling shocked by what you were seeing. Jack was indeed driving a convertible with an unknown passenger.

“Y/N, you know you’re supposed to be in your seat,” Sam said as he noticed you beside him.

“Sam, that’s Jack,” you told him.

“Your husband?” He asked and you nodded. “Well, What the hell is he doing? He’s been driving like a maniac and trying to tell me something that I can’t hear.”

“Maybe you should stop the bus then.”

“I can’t just stop this bus because your husband has his panties in a twist,” he said.

“Something’s going on for him to be doing all of this, Sam,” you told him. “You know he works for the LAPD.”

Sure enough, a note that the guy with Jack had been trying to hold up came flying to the windshield. It felt as if all of the air had left you when you read it.

Bomb on bus.

“Oh my-” you said as your eyes widened.

Jack moved over to the right lane and drove right beside the bus. Sam opened the door so that he could communicate with Jack and you stepped back a bit to be out of the way for the two to communicate.

“Keep the bus over 50!” Jack called out. “Do not go under 50!”

You didn’t know what was happening. All you knew was that there was a bomb on the bus and you couldn’t go under 50. Jack opened the door to the convertible, all while still driving down the freeway, and let the bus run it over so that it was no longer there. You watched in horror as Jack managed to jump onto the moving bus, just barely making it. He was now inside with all of you. Everyone was in shock to say the least.

“Okay, listen, you have to keep this bus above 50,” Jack told Sam. “Whatever it takes.”

Sam nodded and Jack quickly turned to you, checking you over. You could tell he was worried underneath his calm exterior.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed, Jack?!” You asked him, skeptically. “What were you thinking doing something like that?!”

“I’m trying to keep you alive, Y/N,” Jack said with determination as he spoke low enough for only you to hear him.

“What’s going on?” You asked him. “How do you know there’s a bomb on this bus?”

“Because he told me so after he blew up another bus right in front of me,” Jack said. “That bomber we thought we took care of us still alive.”

Your eyes widened at the news as your head shook in disbelief. “But...but that’s impossible. He killed himself. You said so.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, but he obviously fooled us,” he replied, “and he’s pissed.”

You let out a shaky breath, placing a hand on your stomach. You were happy that Jack was being so honest about the whole thing, but you were worried. You were worried for yourself, the unborn baby in your stomach, and your husband. You were also worried about all of the innocent people that were now involved in this.

“Listen, everything’s going to be okay,” Jack told you when he noticed your worried expression. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you or to our baby.”

“Excuse me, but who are you and what’s going on?” One of the passengers asked Jack.

Jack looked away from you and to the other passengers on the bus, who seemed confused about the situation. Jack stepped away from you and addressed them all.

“My name is Jack Traven and I work for the LAPD. There’s a bit of a situation. If you all will just stay in your seats, we should be able to-”

“Get away from me!” One of the passengers, a man, yelled at Jack as he pointed a gun at him.

Everyone gasped in surprise, including you. Jack pulled his own gun out, quickly, and aimed it at the man. A random woman grabbed you by your arm and pulled you down to sit by her so that you wouldn’t be in the line of fire if something were to happen. Things just kept getting more intense and dangerous.

“I don’t know you, man,” Jack told him. “I’m not here for you. Let’s not do this.”

“Stop the bus!” The guy yelled, seeming panicked.

“He can’t!” Jack yelled at the guy.

The guy didn’t seem to be getting the picture. He kept yelling for Sam to stop the bus and aiming his gun at Jack, which had you all kinds of terrified for your husband.

“Listen...I’m going to put my gun away,” Jack told the guy as he lifted his free hand up in surrender and moved his gun back into its holster, slowly. “I don’t care about your crime. Whatever you did, I’m sure that you’re sorry so it’s cool now. It’s over. I’m not a cop right now. See? We’re just two cool guys just hanging out-”

Submission #1 for the Speed Fic Event. Submissions are closed at 1pm CST today and voting will begin at 6:30pm CST today. 

It was a cold night, much too cold for mid September.

He stood against his piece of shit truck, the rusted paint chipping beyond repair, the mirror that he had busted last summer in a fit of rage hung from its post-mocking his off set balance. Smoke filled his lungs, stalling there before curling around his nostrils and disappearing into the dark sky. Tonight the cigarette was especially tart, his jacket was too tight and his heart too heavy. With a packed bag in his bed and a wad of money under his seat he waited, waited for a boy who he feared would never show, for a home that he never had and a new start that he didn’t deserve. Richie waited for his future but he was worried his future would never come.

This was requested.

Summary: Jack Traven has had a rough day at work and could really use some alone time with you.

Warning: SMUT. 18+ Readers!

You were in the kitchen of the home that you shared with your boyfriend, Jack Traven, trying to decide what to fix for dinner. You’d been living with Jack for several months and dating for over a year. He was a police officer for the city of Los Angeles so his schedule was usually all over the place. Some days he would be home early while others he would come in late.

It seemed he would be home early that evening.

You were stood at the fridge when you heard the front door open and close, alerting you that Jack must be home. You closed the fridge and turned to face the doorway of the kitchen because you were sure he would be making his way in there. It only took mere seconds for him to appear. You looked at him with a raised brow when you noticed his state. He was obviously disheveled, his shirt an absolute mess and his face had a bit of dirt on it.

“Jack, what happened to you?” You asked him, curiously.

Jack didn’t say anything. He just stood there with a hard yet sexy look on his face. The same face that made you feel all kinds of weak in the knees. His eyes were so intense and dark as they looked you up and down.

You knew that look very well.

You were about to say something, but Jack finally moved from his spot and came your way. He cupped your face in his hands as he looked at you then crashed his lips into yours. You were shocked at first, but quickly recovered and started kiss him back as your hands rested on his chest. His hands moved from your cheeks and down your body until they reached your ass. He squeezed you there firmly, making you gasp in surprise. That gave him the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue into your mouth. He soon picked you up without breaking the kiss and you wrapped your arms around his neck while your legs wrapped around his waist. He carried you over to the kitchen island and placed you on top of it. All the while, your tongues still moved together. You could feel yourself growing wet from Jack’s actions. He finally pulled away from the kiss after a minute or two, leaving you a panting mess as you stared at him. His hands were on your thighs, squeezing them.

“Jack, where did this come from?” You asked him.

“Just need you, sweetheart,” Jack said as he scooted you closer to the edge of the island. You almost moaned out loud when his hard bulge came into contact with you. “Just really fucking need you.”

“Then take me, Jack,” you told him.

He definitely didn’t need to be told twice. He moved his hands to unbutton your jeans. You helped him to rid yourself of them along with your panties before you reached for his jeans, unbuttoning them for him. He moved his hand to your pussy, letting his fingers rub along your slit. Your breath hitched at the action.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” he groaned out.

“You say that as if it’s surprising,” you said as he continued touching you. “You know what you do to me, Jack.”

“And you know what you do to me,” he replied as he moved his hand from you and grabbed your hips, pulling you so that his still covered cock rubbed against your ready core. You could feel just how hard he was and it was driving you insane.

“Jack, fuck...” you moaned out. “Stop teasing and fuck me already!”

Jack growled at your words. He made quick work of pulling his blue jeans and underwear down, letting them fall down at his ankles. He wasn’t taking the time to take them completely off. Meanwhile, you pulled your shirt and bra off. You threw them on the floor before you pulled Jack’s shirt over his head and let it join your clothes on the floor.

Jack moved one hand to your hip while the other took hold of his hard cock. Your lips were watering just looking at it as you moved closer to the edge of the island so that he would have easy access. He rubbed his member against your core, letting your juices act as a form of lubricant. All it managed to do for you was drive you even more crazy. You were ready for his cock to be in you already!

Finally, Jack guided himself to your entrance and entered you in one go. You gasped at the full feeling you suddenly felt as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He swore under his breath before he clenched his jaw and moved his hands to grip onto your hips. He only let a few seconds pass before he pulled almost all the way out of you and thrusted back in. He then started thrusting himself in and out of you at a steady pace, pulling moans and gasps of pleasure from you.

Jack soon attached his lips to your own in a kiss full of passion and desire. Yours tongues moved together, but he was in full control of the kiss. He was in full control of everything. Your legs wrapped around his waist tighter, the heels of your feet digging into his ass cheeks as if you were trying to get him inside of you even deeper. It seemed to help because you finally felt the head of his cock hit that special place inside of you.

“Ah, Jack, right there,” you moaned out when you pulled away from the kiss.

“Right there?” Jack asked and you nodded, eagerly.

Jack started thrusting in and out of you at a faster pace, hitting your sweet spot each time he did. You moaned louder at that and let your nails rake down his chest before you leaned back against the kitchen island, propped up on your elbows. He moved his hands from your hips and up to your chest, cupping your breasts in his hands and squeezing them. Your hips were moving to meet each of his thrusts. You were a moaning mess while Jack was groaning and grunting in pleasure. His body was already shiny with sweat and it was so hot.

“Look at you,” Jack spoke as he looked down at you. “Letting me fuck you on the kitchen island and you like it don’t you?”

“Yes, fuck...I love it,” you moaned out. Jack’s dirty talk did things to you and he knew it. “Fuck me harder, Jack. Please!”

Jack pinched your nipples hard before he moved his hands back down to your hips and took hold of them. He held so tight that you were sure he would leave fingerprints on you, but you didn’t care. You’d wear those markings proudly. He slammed into you harder and you called out his name in pleasure. You could feel it in the pit of your stomach...you were so close.

“You gonna cum all over my cock, sweetheart?” Jack asked when he saw the look on your face. “Make a mess of this kitchen island?”

You moaned at his words and moved your hand down to your pussy, rubbing two fingers against your clit. Jack soon pushed your hand away and licked his thumb before he moved it down to your clit. He started rubbing it in fast, hard circles. Your hips twitched at the added pleasure and you fell back on the island fully. You grabbed onto the edge of it for something to hold on to.

“Jack, I’m going to cum!” You called out. “I’m-Jack!”

Your orgasm hit you hard and suddenly. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your back arched and your toes curled. You kept calling out Jack’s name as you clenched around his cock.

“Yes, that’s it, sweetheart,” Jack groaned out as he watched you with lust filled eyes. “Fuck, you look so beautiful.”

He swore under his breath and kept rubbing your clit to prolong your orgasm. His thrusts soon became sloppy. With one last hard thrust, he came inside of you as he called out your name. He looked absolutely breathtaking as he did. He finally stopped rubbing your clit as he thrusted lazily a few more times to ride out your highs before he finally came to a stop.

Jack leaned down to rest on you and you wrapped your arms around him. You were both panting and sweaty, but you could care less. You just laid there and enjoyed each other. He turned his head to face your chest and placed a kiss on each of your breasts before he leaned up, kissing your lips. He stood up straight after a few moments, reaching down to pull his pants and underwear back up. You sat yourself up and were about to hop off of the counter, but Jack swooped you up in his arms, bridal style. You squealed in surprise and giggled.

“What are you doing?” You asked him as he carried you from the kitchen.

“Carrying my beautiful girlfriend to the bathroom so that we can shower together,” he answered you.

You smiled at that and let him carry you into the bathroom. He put you down on your feet before he went to the shower and turned it on, letting the water warm up.

“So what was all of that about?” You asked Jack again. “Not that I’m complaining or anything.”

Jack turned to you and softly sighed before he started taking his clothes off again. “Just a tough day at work.”

“Would you like to talk about it?” You asked him as you stepped up to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“No, not at the moment,” he responded as he wrapped his arms around you. “Just feel like being with you and not thinking about it right now. You make me feel better, Y/N.”

You smiled at him and leaned up on the tip of your toes to kiss him, softly. He held you tighter as he kissed you back. Jack was usually clingy when he had a rough day, but he was being extra clingy.

“Let’s get in the shower and I’ll clean you up, babe,” you told him.

Jack smiled and nodded before he pecked your lips once more. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

This was requested.

Summary: Los Angeles police officer Jack Traven has dealt with many intense hostage situations, but never one that involved his pregnant wife. He must race against the clock in order to save not only his wife, but a bus full of other innocent pedestrians.

It was in the early hours of the morning that you and your husband, Jack Traven, were stood in your favorite coffee shop. It was a routine for you both on weekday mornings to stop by this shop for a little pick-me-up. He worked as a police officer for the city of Los Angeles and you worked as a kindergarten teacher. You absolutely loved your job, but you would be taking a break from teaching within some weeks time as you were pregnant. You were over six months in already. You and Jack couldn’t be happier about it either. You’d been trying for a baby for over a year and it finally happened.

“Tea for the mommy-to-be,” the barista said as he handed you your drink.

You smiled and thanked him before you started sipping on the hot tea. He then handed Jack his usual coffee and muffin. Jack was making small talk with another regular customer who was a bus driver. He was commenting on seeing Jack on the news for his heroic actions. Him and his partner, Harry, managed to save some hostages from an elevator that was loaded with explosives. They’d also managed to take the guy out so they were awarded for their actions. You were proud of your husband, but his job really worried you. He was in the line of danger a lot and it terrified you. He loved his job, however, and you wouldn’t take that away from him.

“Ready to go, Y/N?” Jack asked you after he paid the barista and put his free hand on the small of your back.

You nodded and followed him out of the coffee shop. It was a bright, sunny day in Los Angeles. You were almost sorry you had to go to work and miss out on the beautiful weather. Of course you would be taking your class out for recess later in the day so you would be able to enjoy it then.

You and Jack walked together to the bus stop, which was conveniently near the shop. You always took the bus to work since you and Jack only owned one vehicle. He always offered to take you to work, but you just rode the bus. It was easier that way since the school and police station were on opposite sides of the city. You’d been riding the bus since before you even met him. It gave you some time to yourself and you usually used the time to get your lesson plans in order. Plus, you absolutely hated driving in Los Angeles. You could do it, but you chose not to.

“Will you be working late?” You asked Jack as you both stood at the bus stop.

“Depends on what’s going on, but I’m going to try my best to be home at a decent hour,” he told you as he looked down at you.

“Good because I would like to spend some time with my husband,” you told him with a small smile. “It’s been quite chaotic with what all has happened lately.”

“I know and I’d like to spend time with you, sweetheart,” he said as he faced you. “I know all of that really worried you too, but I’m okay so please don’t stress yourself too much. It’s not good for you or for the little one.” He smiled a bit as he moved his free hand down to rest on your stomach.

“How can I not worry about you, Jack?” You asked him with a playful eyeroll. “You’re always running towards danger instead of running away from it.”

“That’s my job, babe,” he replied with a shrug. “Plus, danger is my middle name.”

“Jack Danger Traven,” you said aloud. “That sounds about right.”

You giggled as Jack softly chuckled. He leaned down to give you a kiss as the bus finally pulled up. People began exiting off of it as others entered onto it. Jack pulled away from the kiss and smiled as he rubbed your stomach.

“Yo, Y/N, you better be getting on or I’m going to leave you behind,” Sam, the bus driver, told you.

“Hold your horses, Sam,” you said to him, which made the man chuckle.

“You’ll see me later this evening,” Jack told you before he pecked your lips. “At a decent hour.”

“I better,” you warned him as you narrowed your eyes at him in a playful manner.

You finally turned away from Jack and climbed up the steps of the bus. You used your bus pass before you walked to your usual seat, which was unoccupied. You waved at Jack through the window and he waved back at you until you couldn’t see him anymore.

This was requested.

Summary: After seeing Jack in a collar, it peaks your interest.

You were stood in a bit of a daze as you watched your boyfriend, Jack Traven. He worked for the LAPD and you just so happened to come down to the station to see him at the right time. He had just finished up a dangerous mission that involved bombs and a maniac. You were informed of the sitauation by someone you were friends with at the station, which is why you had shown up. You wanted to make sure that he was okay when he came back. What you didn’t expect, however, was to be hindered absolutely weak at the sight of Jack wearing a collar. It was a communications collar and it was the first time you were seeing him in one. You were relieved that he was okay, but you were also feeling some type of way at his attire.

Your hand unconsciously went to your throat, wrapping around it slightly as you thought of yourself in a collar. Honestly, you never knew you had such feelings about a collar. You usually weren’t into things such as that, but there was a first time for everything.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You shook the thoughts from your head and moved your hand as you looked at Jack. He was stood in front of you, looking at you curiously. You found yourself blushing a bit, worried that he had somehow figured out your thoughts.

“I’m fine,” you told him after you cleared your throat. “The question is how are you? Lauren informed me of what was going on. I’ve been so worried.”

“I’m okay, sweetheart,” Jack informed you with a small smile. “Just another day on the job.”

You nodded and found yourself looking at his collar again. He still hadn’t taken it off and you couldn’t help but to stare. He looked at you for a moment, finally realizing that you were staring at his collar.

“Babe, why are you staring at my collar like that?” He asked, curiously.

“What?” You asked him, quickly moving your eyes away from it.

“My collar,” Jack said and glanced down at it. “I noticed you staring at it earlier and you’re staring at it again with this...look.”

You felt yourself blushing again and scrambling for an answer. “What? I’m not staring at it. Just simply looking at it is all.”

Jack raised his brow at that and kept staring you down. He was smarter than that. He knew something else was up. Hell, he was practically trained to spot out a liar working with criminals who lie all the time and all. He could see how you were looking at his collar with...interest. It was starting to click in his head. He decided not to say anything else about it, however, deciding he would approach this in a different manner.

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A few days later, you were in the kitchen, making dinner for yourself and Jack. He had went out earlier, claiming that he had to go do a few things at work. It was his day off, but you didn’t question him on it.

You had just taken the homemade pizza out of the oven when you heard that Jack was back home. You took the oven mitts off and glanced at the entry of the kitchen, seeing your boyfriend stood there with a black, plastic shopping bag in his hand.

“Hey, babe,” you greeted him with a smile. “You’re right on time. Dinner’s ready.”

“Smells delicious,” he commented as he stepped into the kitchen more and closer to you. “We can eat in just a bit. I have a gift to give you first.”

You raised your brow in curiosity, wondering what gift he could possibly have for you. “A gift? But it’s not my birthday or anything.”

“It doesn’t have to be a special occasion for me to give you a gift, sweetheart,” he replied. “Plus, I’d say it’s a sort of gift for me too because I think I’m going to enjoy seeing you in it.”

You were really curious then. Whatever he had gotten you was obviously something that you were meant to wear. He handed the bag to you and you took it from him. You looked down into it after you opened the bag and brought out the object inside...a collar. It was black and looked just the right size to fit your neck.

“A collar?” You asked Jack as you looked from it and back to him.

“Yeah...I noticed the way you were staring at that communications collar I was wearing a few days ago,” he explained. “You seemed to be very interested in it. I even noticed the way you touched your neck. I thought maybe you would like to give it a try. Of course you don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable with it. I might’ve totally misread you.”

You looked back down at the collar and imagined it around your neck, sending a sort of jolt of excitement through you. You bit your lip before you looked back at your boyfriend, who was looking a bit nervous. You smiled a bit at him.

“Well, you didn’t misread me, Jack. I was interested in the collar. I enjoyed seeing you in it, but I couldn’t help but to wonder how one would feel around my neck. I didn’t want to say anything though because I didn’t know what you would think about it.”

“You shouldn’t feel embarrassed or afraid to tell me anything, babe,” he replied as he put a hand on your cheek and smiled. “Besides, I think you’re going to look so fucking hot in that.”

You smiled more at that. “Should we give it a try then? See how it looks?”

“Never thought you would ask.”

Jack took the collar from your hands and tore the tag off of it as you put the bag it came in over to the side. You turned your back to him and pulled your hair over so that he could put it around your neck. You felt nervous, but also excited. He fastened the collar on and you were already enjoying the way it felt around your neck.

“Is it too tight, sweetheart?” He asked you.

“No, it feels just right,” you answered him and finally turned to face him again.

Jack’s eyes widened slightly as he finally saw the collar on you. You could even hear his breath hitch. His eyes just couldn’t seem to stop looking at it.

“How does it look, Jack?”

“It looks...fuck...it looks so good on you, Y/N,” he replied as he finally looked at you, properly. His hands went up to the collar, making contact with it. He let his fingers feel of it around your neck as you bit your lip again, enjoying the moment. “How do you like it?”

“Well...I do like the way it feels on me,” you reply with a bit of a shy smile.

Jack smiles and leans in to give you a kiss. It was full of passion and love. If you didn’t know how much he liked the collar on you before, you sure did then. He finally pulled away after a minute or two, leaving you a bit breathless.

“I still don’t know how it looks on me though,” you remind him as you look at him.

“How about we take this to the bedroom and you can look in the mirror,” he suggested. “Plus, I’d really like to see it on you when you’re not wearing anything else.”

“What about dinner?” You asked.

“That can wait,” he told you as he took your hand and started dragging you to the bedroom. “This, however, cannot.”

Summary: Your fiancé, Jack Traven, is put in a dangerous situation and your left worrying about him.

Just a little piece I made since you all seem to love Jack! I made this a bit different from the movie obviously.

You were pacing around the living room as you tried to keep yourself calm. However, that was easier said than done. You had been an absolute mess since you’d heard of the situation that your fiancé, Jack Traven, was in the middle of. Jack was a police officer for the city of Los Angeles so he was in harms way more often than you cared to be reminded of. He was always one to be the hero too, which you admired about him...but it was also terrifying.

Earlier that day, you were informed that Jack jumped onto a bus that had a bomb on it. It was the same guy that he thought he had taken care of just days previously. He was trying to save the passengers on board while keeping the madman at bay. You had been kept in the loop by his partner, Harry, and by the news that was keeping track of the whole thing. It’s where you also learned of Harry’s unfortunate demise just moments ago. It broke your heart and you just knew it was going to tear Jack up as well. Him and Harry were close.

You ended up switching the television off and just pacing around for what felt like hours because you didn’t know what else to do. Jack would be okay. He had to be okay. You would be informed otherwise. Jack could hold his own too. He was fantastic in stressful situations.

You didn’t know how long you had been pacing around, but the telephone ringing brought you out of your trance. You stopped pacing and ran for it, quickly picking it up.

“Hello,” you spoke into the phone.

“Y/N, it’s Captain McMahon,” the other person spoke on the line.

Your breath hitched at that, wondering if this was the call that you had been dreading. It was Jack’s captain calling so this couldn’t be a good sign could it?

“He’s okay, Y/N,” he spoke again after you didn’t say anything. “He and the other passengers are all safe. He asked me to call you. He’s on his way to the hospital now to get checked out.”

You let out the breath you had been holding as you clutched the phone tighter. Tears fell freely from your eyes out of relief. You couldn’t help yourself. You were just so overwhelmed. He told you what hospital that Jack was headed to and you thanked him before you hung up the phone.

You slipped your shoes on before you grabbed your purse and keys. You were out the door and in your car in no time, heading for the hospital. You kept reminding yourself that Jack was okay to calm yourself down as you drove to the hospital. The worry wasn’t leaving you so easily, however. You’d spent the whole morning on edge while the whole thing went down.

You finally made it to the hospital and found a parking spot, quickly. You were out of the car and running inside the hospital, asking for Jack once you made it to the receptionist’s desk. She informed you of his whereabouts and you made your way to the destination she told you.

Once you made it onto the floor of the ER, you walked around and managed to find Jack amongst the other patients. He was sat on a bed as someone finished checking him over and patching him up. You were relieved to see with your own eyes that he wasn’t hurt too badly. Just some bumps and bruises that would heal up. He glanced over your way when he was left alone and his eyes widened upon seeing you as a smile started to form on his face. Meanwhile, your eyes were welling up with tears once again.

“Jack,” you breathed out as you walked his way.

His stood from the bed and his arms opened up for you. You wasted no time moving into them, wrapping your arms around him, gingerly, being mindful of his injuries. You really started crying then as you were finally in his arms. You really hadn’t been sure if you’d feel his arms wrapped around you again. You had been hopeful, but still. You felt him press a kiss to your head.

“Shh...I’m okay, Y/N,” he whispered to you. “I’m okay, sweetheart.”

You buried your face in his chest, trying to will the tears away. It was hard to do so. You were just so relieved and overwhelmed. Jack continued holding you and rubbed your back, soothingly. You felt as if you should be comforting him. He was the one who had been in danger after all, but he seemed comforted by just doing this.

You let him hold you a bit longer before you pulled away from him enough to look at him. He looked right back at you and wiped the tears from your cheeks before he cupped them in his hands. He leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I thought I was going to lose you, Jack,” you told him after he sat back down and you stayed standing up between his legs.

“But you didn’t,” he replied as he looked at you.

“But I could’ve...Jack, I can’t lose you. I don’t know what I would do-”

“Baby, I made sure that I was coming back home to you,” Jack said, interrupting you. “I love you so much and I was going to come back to you no matter what. You can’t get rid of me that easily. I still have to make you my wife after all.”

You smiled a little and nodded, reaching your hand out to cup his cheek. He moved closer into your touch and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of your hand on him. It had been a trying day for him.

“Harry-”

“I know,” you replied, interrupting him. “He was keeping me up to date on everything. I’m so sorry, Jack.”

He took in a shaky breath and opened his eyes again to look at you. You rubbed his cheek with your thumb before you took a seat next to him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him in a side hug as you rest your head on his shoulder. He placed his hand on your arm and kept it there. You were both silent for a while.

“I’m proud of you, Jack,” you finally told him. “I was scared and worried about you, but I’m proud of you for saving all of those people. Just don’t do anything like that again. You’ve given me enough heart attacks already.”

He sighed as he turned his head your way, kissing your head before he rested his own on it.

“I’ll try to tone it down for you, baby,” he replied with a small chuckle.

You moved your head so that you could look at him. He looked back at you with a small smile. You were just so happy that you were sitting there with him and that he was okay. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of you.

“I love you, Jack Traven,” you told him, kissing him before you rested your forehead against his.

Hey myle!! That’s a hard one. I’m gonna make it friendship muke with a side of ot4 friends i hope that’s okay? It’s gonna be an angsty one i’m sorry

We are in the solo luke era with this one. Luke is on the road to making his album, and he’s very passionate about it. Before he had even started it, he had asked the guys a million times if it was alright with them, if they were okay with it, and they never said otherwise but luke just simply likes to worry, okay? And he does it, a lot. He dives into the songwriting, locks himself into the studio. Hours and hours. It’s not like he has any obligations with the band, the world is on hold, he has all the time in the world, but michael starts to worry when luke doesn’t respond to texts anymore, barely shows up to anything, and just looks… tired. So michael barges in one day and tries to get him talk, and luke asks him to leave, so michael does.

And doesn’t come back. For days, then weeks, and it’s not like luke reaches out, so maybe that’s how it was supposed to be. Until the band is supposed to do a livestream, all four of them, and all four of them in the same room. Michael in the same room as luke. They don’t look at each other much, and the other two notice it of course. It’s impossible to hide things like this when ur that close. But it’s not like the other’s aren’t getting ignored too, so ashton tries to grt luke to come out of his shell. Micharl doesn’t. He’s gonna wait for luke to make the first step. But it takes a long, long time, and when they go back into the studio, luke just looks even worse, even more tired, and it’s not doing any good to the band, so Michael goes off on him one day, and luke doesn’t say anything and just leaves. Of course the others get mad at michael, but he’s had enough of luke shutting him out.

Until one night luke shows up at his door at 1 am. And he doesn’t say much except for “can i come in?” Very, very quietly. And who was michael to deny his best friend? Ofc he lets luke come in, and luke just joins him on the couch in the dark for a while, neither of them concentrate on the movie michael was watching. And after some time michael says, “tell me about”, and luke does. From the very beginning. Everything that went wrong, everything he was and maybe still is hurting from, everything he thought was wrong with him, he lays it out in front of michael, and when he’s finished they’re both crying. But it was over. Luke finally had the courage to bare himself to the one person whose critical opinion he feared and yet valued the most. So he finally gets up, and turns the sound system on, and when the first song starts playing, michael pulls luke into a hug and doesn’t let go until the last song’s finished. Things are easier after that night. Luke is incredibly anxious about the album release, but he doesn’t shut his friends - michael especially - out, and the hours in the studio brighten up again, and he tells them how much it means to him that they still stick around, and that’s where our photo comes into play where he gets pretty emotional albeit relieved about it, so michael holds his hand to show him that it was okay. They never talk about that night, they don’t tell ashton or calum about it, but every time the meanings of the songs are asked after, luke politely declines and says he wants to keep it to himself. Michael knows that smile on luke’s face now though, and it makes him feel a little warmer inside. Because despite it all luke was still here, and he was starting to shine again, and michael was incredibly grateful for him.