Jax Teller- normally i can get behind your stress baking because of how much i benefit from it, but come on. it’s two in the night; what is a red velvet cake going to fix that some sleep won’t?”
title; red velvet cake (Jax Teller x fem!reader)
prompts; 44) “normally i can get behind your stress baking because of how much i benefit from it, but come on. it’s two in the night; what is a red velvet cake going to fix that some sleep won’t?” — from three hundred assorted dialogue prompts
warnings; established relationship, reader is worried about jax, she bakes to combat the stress, but that’s it? (455 words)
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over the course of your relationship, Jax had picked up on your stress baking.
how could he not? it happened at all hours, and for various different reasons.
tonight seemed to be no different.
the clatter of pans had woken Jax, making him wander through the house and towards you, a knowing look on his face.
“darlin’ really? more stress baking?”
you turned to him with a tired smile, flour managing to dust your cheeks while he sighed.
“shit i’m sorry”
he shook his head, worry clear on his face as he moved towards you.
his hands found yours, carefully pulling them away from the bowls and around his neck.
“normally i can get behind your stress baking because of how much i benefit from it, but come on. it’s two in the night”
that made you sigh as you rested you chin on his shoulder, your cheek against his while he soothed a hand along the length of your back.
Jax was right, when you stress baked you always made his favourites, but it was late.
hell you’d gotten out of bed to bake, the tossing and turning annoying you more than usual.
“couldn’t sleep, was worrying again”
he gave you that look, the soft eyes and the almost pout, the look that told you to stop worrying so much.
“i’m sorry, i worry about you and the boys”
Jax sighed, but nodded anyways. he always was the reason for your stress, he couldn’t blame you for that one.
his forehead pressed to yours, helping to ground you in the moment as he whispered.
“just come back to bed, we’ll clean up in the morning”
but you shook your head, frown still on your face.
“i can’t, i need to Jax”
his eyes searched yous, soft and reverent before he was leaning in to kiss you softly.
one of his signature moves when he was trying to get you back in bed, trying to pull at all the right strings.
“what is a red velvet cake going to fix that some sleep won’t?”
he had you there, sleep would be the best thing for you right now, especially if Jax was actually there to help you sleep.
which stemmed another stressor for you, he wasn’t there most nights when you went to bed, which made it hard to sleep in the first place.
always tossing and turning even after he joins you into the early hours of the morning, it was different going to sleep with Jax instead of him joining you.
“as long as you hold me?”
he chuckled but nodded, taking your hands into his as he walked you back towards the bedroom.
— summary: you’re jax’s live in nanny and like always, you can’t sleep.
— warnings: n/a, fluff
— word count: 745
you slowly made your way through the dark hallways of your employers home. in the dead of night, it was difficult not to bump into anything, but you did your best. in order to do so, you carefully skimmed your fingers across whatever you could, trying to get some idea of where you were headed based on what you were able to touch. as you neared jackson's bedroom, you made great efforts not to wake him during the journey there. it was no secret that he came home from attending to club businessexhausted each evening; the last thing you wished to do was startle him awake at such an hour.
you couldn't sleep. it wasn't often that you looked to him on sleepless nights, but you didn't think he would mind much. this wouldn't be the first time you put his son to bed and ended up in his. though you were meant to be but a nanny for his son, abel, you couldn't help but to admit that the two of you had grown close over the countless days and nights you spent in his home. there was a fair chance he was awake, anyhow. you hoped he would be peacefully asleep, though you knew the reality. most nights, he stayed up well into the morning working on his musical projects.
a grimace contorted your features briefly as you carefully pushed the door open. your efforts to be silent were in vain, as a loud squeak sounded through the room. after a moment, you peeled your eyes open and poked your head through the door. it was clear that he was tucked into bed, but you were still unsure of his state of consciousness. in a hushed voice, you asked, "hey, jax? are you still awake? i can't sleep."
as your voice sliced through the silence encasing you both, mark gave a sleepy groan in response. though he was but half awake, you thought you could make out the slightest nod. the bed was so large, it wasn't necessary, but he seemed to roll over a bit. once he was pleased with the amount of space available, he idly patted the mattress. he had only been semi-asleep in the first place, but even had he been in a comatose-esque state, he never minded your presence.
"please tell me i didn't wake you," you pleaded softly. though you felt the slightest bit guilty, you entered the room. not bothering to close the door behind yourself, you tiptoed over to the bed. worried your presence wasn't as welcomed as he made it seem, you hesitated momentarily. "i can go if you want... it's not a problem."
"no, it's fine (y/n). wasn't really asleep anyway," he admitted in a tired mumble, prompting you to finally climb into bed with him.
due to how close he was to the bed's edge, his torso was pressed against your back, but he didn't mind. he enjoyed the extra warmth. an arm was secured around tightly around your waist, possibly the only thing keeping you from slipping off the bed's edge, which was frightfully near.
to an extent that you would readily admit, you liked this position. you liked being held by jax; he was your home and your safe space. despite not being able to put a label on whatever this—whatever this entanglement—was, the man always took care of you.
"you comfortable?" you heard a groggy whisper from behind, just south of your ear.
without realizing he'd done so, the droopy eyed, blonde haired man had made himself comfortable by burying his face into the crook of your neck. he noticed you smelt faintly of strawberries, identical to the staple body wash you purchased each time you ran out.
you hummed in response, "i'm fine. just worry about getting some sleep."
he pressed a kiss to your skin, slow and sweet. the scruff of his beard tickled, causing you to bite back a small giggle. without realizing, he then slipped a hand below the hem of your tee shirt and began to caress your hip. not in a sexual manner, but rather to feel a sense of closeness to you. this was something he did often, even in broad daylight. he always had to have his hands on you in one way or another.
"you smell good, baby," he murmured softly against you. "promise you'll wake me if you still have trouble?"
Half of the room was painted when you and Tig arrived at Jax's house. Abel was coming home soon and since Clay fired all the professionals you volunteered to help out over the weekend, spare him and the prospects the time and money.
Tig didn't necessarily agree, but after your lecture about him needing the practice, he yielded. You're a lot scarier now that you're pregnant yourself.
You had Gemma clear out with a coffee and a kiss on the cheek. She'd been there before Jax got out of the hospital, you could tell because her car was in the driveway more than his Harley.
"So," Tig said, shifting his hands to his hips. "What do you want me to do?" No enthusiasm, just acceptance.
You smiled knowing he wasn't gonna volunteer himself. "Get out."
His faux smile dwindled into a frown. "I don't understand."
You scoffed playfully, snapping a rubber band from your wrist. You gathered your hair up, twisting it into a steady knot and turned to the paint. "I need the room."
With no further explanation, you reached for the brush slushed in blue and started slow strokes against the manila colored wall. He didn't ask you to elaborate again, unsure if this was a test or if you were certain, he backed out tensely, bracing for when you changed your mind.
It didn't come.
Not in thirty minutes, the first time he checked in. Probably unnerved by the lack of command. He lingered around the room. Ranted about the blue, the shade being "breath of fresh air" as if that was a color. Then he left. Not before deciding the almost pastel color complemented the carpet more than the dull tan.
Not fifteen minutes later when he came in asking if you wanted anything from the store.
Not in the next hour when he came in, saw you perched against an unpainted patch, one hand over your stomach, the other holding a white sprinkled donut he bought you, crumbs sprinkling over the mouth of the sprite he bought you.
"Want a massage?" He offered randomly.
You stopped mid-chew, eyes flicking up to him. He leaned against the door frame, dressed like he had dropped by rather than spent his morning tied up with Stevie Nicks and indecisive Jax.
Your back ached a little, but your ankles weren't sore and you still had some buzz from earlier. You shrugged.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asks after a minute.
"Not that I know of."
He nodded back, but his eyes said otherwise. Still, he didn't push, he looked down at your donut and then back at you. He smiled.
You offered one back, letting your hand fall into your lap before you extended your limp wrist. "Help me up?"
"Course'," he muttered under his breath, stepping toward you. He stepped between your legs, cupping your elbows in his palm, he pressed only slightly to steady you as he guided you forward.
You huffed, pushing up against him, your premature bump rubbing up against his shirt. "Need anything from me?" He asks, arm slithering around your back, pulling you closer.
"This," you leaned up, pressing your lips to his. Your kisses were usually warm, sweet, like gentle sparks on skin. This one wasn’t that. It was fire. Heat rolled through your chest as your fingers tangled in his kutte, gripping, pulling him closer, anchoring yourself to him. The clash of teeth was eager as you captured his lower lip between yours.
Your body leaned into his, raw and hungry, almost feral. Every motion felt like claiming, a deep, urgent possession that left you dizzy. You growled low, vibrating against him, letting your primal desire slip. With hands locked, lips fused, and breaths tangled, it felt like you were binding yourselves together, lassoing him to you until there was no space left between two bodies.
When you finally drew back, your forehead rested under his chin, chest pressing against him. Your arms circled him tenderly, the fierce grip on his vest loosening as you exhaled. For a moment, you thought about the donut on the counter, and how absurd that felt after what just passed.
At 29 weeks, you hadn’t experienced any weird cravings. No onions and vinegar like your mother once shared, no caramel and pepperoni like your best friend with twins, no chicken nuggets and syrup. You’d refused anything that wasn’t sugar or dairy. But this… this almost primal need to have him close, he was smoking hot, a little kicked puppy vibe, goofy, ambitious, had eclipsed it all.
“Am I weird?” you murmured, head still resting against his chest, voice barely above his heartbeat.
“What makes you say that?” he asked, fingers running up and down your back, rolling the rings along your spine in a soothing rhythm.
“I haven’t had any cravings,” you admitted, letting a small sigh escape. Your thumb brushed absentmindedly against the curve of his ribs, a quiet nod to the heat that had just passed.
“What do you mean?” His gaze flicked down to meet yours, subtle amusement dancing at the corners of his mouth, though his touch stayed gentle.
“I mean pregnancy cravings. The craziest thing I’ve tried to eat was marshmallows and strawberry jelly,” you said, and for a fraction of a second your lips quivered, a shadow of insecurity passing over your features.
“Aw, sugar, I’m happy I don’t have to make you brussel sprouts and honey. You should be too,” he teased, and the corner of his mouth twitched up, a small smile in his eyes as he nudged you lightly with his shoulder.
You let a laugh escape, leaning into him anyway, closing the distance without hesitation. “Yeah, I guess.”
“What do you say I get us out of here? We’ve been here long enough.”
“I have to finish,” you said, glancing back at the almost-done wall.
“You will, just not that,” he offered playfully, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. His gaze softened for a heartbeat, catching yours and holding it.
summary: the honeymoon phase was over, and the reader was starting to feel like she wasn’t a priority to Jax. It was always “we’ll see” and “maybe.” Jax knew he needed to find a way to make her see that she means the world to him
word count: 1.5k
warnings/tags: 18+ only. MDNI. fluff. established relationship. the reader is feeling a little insecure.
a/n: nothing really, today, friends. I completely made up San Joaquin fairgrounds, so I’m not sure if that is a real place but if it is, holla. I almost did Oakland but I realized that where I’m from, each county has a fairground, so I just went with it.
enjoy (:
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When you and Jax first got together, you loved the chaos and camaraderie of MC life. You felt like you were untouchable, and you were. Jackson Teller, the president of SAMCRO was yours, and there was no better feeling. Until all the adrenaline and oxytocin of a brand new relationship faded, and you realized…you were an old lady. That meant long nights, most of which were spent waiting for him to come home, and sometimes he didn’t even do that. Reconnecting was a necessity, otherwise you’d lose him, so you couldn’t wait for the one on one time he’d promised you.
“The Festival of Lights opens today, babe,” you said, sitting at the table with him, scrolling your phone and drinking coffee.
“Yeah?” Jax said, looking up from his own phone to make eye contact with you. He knew where this was going.
“Can we go?” You asked, the last syllable drawn out in a sing-songy tone.
“We’ll see.”
You hated that. “We’ll see.” You knew what that meant, and it usually meant a big fat no. Letting it go was your only option, otherwise it would just start a fight. Being an old lady was not easy, especially for someone like you. You never really bit your tongue, and that was something you needed to learn how to do in this relationship. The two of you have had too many arguments lately about time, or lack thereof, you spent together.
Jax used to make you feel like a priority. But lately, he hasn’t. And it hurt. So you let a long drawn out sigh before getting up and placing your empty coffee mug in the sink.
“What do you want me to do, Y/n?” He asked, sensing your frustration.
“Forget it,” you said and stomped off to your bedroom to get dressed for work. Jax didn’t come after you, he didn’t even say bye when you walked out the door. Work usually helped get your mind off things, but today was different. You were really beginning to feel like you didn’t matter and it took everything out of you to not break down and cry. You kept thinking about the beginning of your relationship and you were so high on life.
“Don’t worry about it honey,” one of the older ladies at work said, noticing your mood. “It happens in all relationships. Honeymoons’s over.”
Maybe she was right. Every relationship goes through it right? The sunshine and rainbows wear off and then it’s real life, and monotony of work, domestic life, on top of the bullshit the MC lifestyle brings with it. That didn’t make it any easier, though.
It was a long day, and you felt a wave of fresh air come over you as you exited the building. You were shocked to see Jackson sitting in the parking lot, leaning against his Harley with a cocky grin planted across his face.
You tilted your head and slowly walked toward him with a look on your face that silently asked “what do you think you’re doing?”.
When you finally reached Jax, and you were face to face with him, you didn’t say anything, and he just handed you a helmet.
“What’s this for?” You asked, not budging or reaching for the helmet.
“C’mon, babe,” he said, plopping the round helmet on your head. You rolled your eyes as you buckled the chin strap.
“Where are we going?” You asked. Jax kicked the engine to his bike on, gripping the handlebars as you swung your leg over behind him. This was something that you never got used to - riding the back of a Harley. It still made your adrenaline pump and your heart beat out of your chest. You had to pretend like it was second nature, and you wondered if Jax could tell that you still got nervous riding behind him.
“It’s a surprise darlin’,” he said as you settled in behind him and hooked your arms around his waist. He couldn’t see you roll your eyes, but he squeezed your knee before taking off out of the parking lot.
The ride was peaceful, slow, and when Jax pulled into the parking lot of the San Joaquin Fairgrounds, you wanted to cry. Christmas light displays were one of your favorite things about the holidays, but Jax wasn’t exactly that kind of guy. He was so macho that you thought he would think this kind of thing was lame.
“Oh my gosh,” you said as you realized where he took you, and why. “You did not.”
You squeezed Jax a little tighter from behind before swinging your leg over to get off the bike. You both took your helmets off, and Jax removed his clear, night time glasses. He was still sitting on his bike when you walked around to the handlebars, leaning over to kiss him. This was such an amazing surprise and you wanted to let him know that you appreciated it so much.
He didn’t move off his Harley, he just reached a hand to rest on your face while he kissed you back.
“Thank you,” you whispered, resting your forehead against his.
You backed away to give him room to get off his bike and you walked up to the entrance hand in hand. Jax had two QR codes on his phone that the worker scanned before letting you both enter. Jax was old school, he didn’t do QR codes, or anything virtual. He preferred hard copy tickets, cash, nothing that would have to be on his phone. It must’ve taken him a while to figure out how to even download the code, and you couldn’t help but snicker.
“What’s so funny, darlin’?” He asked as you walked through the first few displays of lights. Every pathway was lit, every tree and empty patch of land had intricate and beautiful exhibits.
“It’s just…” you trailed off, looking around before stopping and looking at him with a smirk. “Who helped ya with the QR code?”
You both laughed and he faced forward again, snaking his arms around your shoulder before walking again.
“Am I that bad with technology?” He asked.
“No,” you said, matching his pace and wrapping your own arm behind him along his waist. “Just old school, babe.”
When you saw a giant, ten-foot Santa, you couldn’t help but stop and turn to look and appreciate it for a moment. He was made out of red and white lights, and you looked up in awe of it.
After observing that for a moment or two, you both continued walking through arches that were doused in colorful, twinkling lights. The displays were so intricate and beautiful.
“Jesus Christ,” Jax said, bringing his hand up to rub his eye. “It’s a little bright.”
You chucked. “Yeah,” you said, looking around. “It’s so beautiful though.”
The two of you were now standing under a small tunnel, and he reached for your hand and walked back to rest his back against the brick. You followed his lead and walked with your hand in his.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful, babe.” He said.
You licked your lips and looked down at the ground. You didn’t know what to say, and you were a little embarrassed at how you reacted to him this morning. It felt like you had thrown a fit because you didn’t get your way.
“I’m sorry about this morning, Jax,” you said, looking up at him apologetically.
“Hey,” he said, his brow furrowed before sliding his hands up your arms to pull you in for a hug. “C’mere.”
Jax held you there for a minute, running a hand up your back. But you didn’t say anything.
“You know how much you mean to me, right?” He whispered into your hair, before placing a soft kiss on your head.
You responded with a nod against his chest before looking up at him, your fingers gripping the leather on his chest. Jax kissed you, and you kissed him back. You both stood under the bridge kissing for a few more moments. He broke the kiss to stroke your face with a calloused hand.
“I’ll always do my best to make time for you, sweetheart,” he said, his blue eyed gaze was enough to make you melt in his arms.
“I know,” you said.
“I know it’s hard, Y/n,” Jax said, reaching down to lock his fingers in yours before turning to walk through the rest of the light display. “But you need to trust that I love you, and that you are a priority.”
You look over at him with a half smirk.
“C’mon babe,” he said. “Do ya really think I’d be doing this if you weren’t?” He motioned to the intricate and over the top lights that surrounded you. He was right. This was not Jax’s thing, and he would never choose to do this. But for you, he did.
You responded with a smile, and just kept walking.
“Oh and one more thing,” he said and you stopped once more to turn and look at him.
“Don’t ever leave that house without giving me a kiss ever again,” he smirked and you giggled in response when he delivered a quick, public pat to your backside.
A/N: This is before Able was born. Able could be in the womb still; Whatever you want to imagine. The roommate can be a male or a female. Whatever you want to imagine. :)
I want to apologize for any errors I'm sick right now. That's how this came about and it's three almost four O'clock in the morning. But I hope you enjoy/enjoyed :)
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Reader's POV
I woke up and thought a good amount of time had past but nope only one hour.
One hour of tossing and turning. One hour if stretching my legs out, pulling them up and curling into a ball. One hour of being freezing cold. Not because of the air coming out of the vent because there wasn't any but because I had I fever. I just knew I did.
I know my body and so I know I got a fever but I'm to tired to get up, get dressed and go to the store to get the meds.
I sat up, pulled my legs up and put my chin on my knees after I wrapped the blanket around my arms from behind. I stared at my feet, shaking from the chills for.... I don't know how long but Jax walks in and I ask "What are you doing up?"
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Jax's POV
I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a ride. I doubted Y/N would wake up because one it's three in the morning and two she doesn't wake up one she goes to sleep for the night; but I was still gonna leave a note and bring back donuts or something.
As I walk into the hallway I hear a sneeze come from Y/N's room and a frown forms on my face.. She shouldn't be awake.
"What are you doing up?" She ask once I open the door but she doesn't look at me.
"I heard you sneeze." I reply.
I see her shake like never before and immediately get extremely worried.
"What's wrong." I ask as I walk over to her.
"Nothing" she says with her eyes closed; like she's concentrating.
I sit half way on the bed and look at her, worried. I put my hand on her forehead and she leans into my hand. I softly ask "What's wrong."
"I'm freezing." She responds and she starts shaking and her teeth repeatingly clink together.
I take off my kutte, shoes and pants decide to pick her up and take her to my room so that's what I do.
The whole time she just shakes in my arms, breaking my heart.
I sat her down, on top of the covers and say
"Keep your feet uncovered. I know it stucks but-"
"I know" she says, teeth chattering.
"You need sleep." I say walking around and getting in.
"The white blood cells sleep at night like we do. So it won't help if I try to sleep." She almost says without her teeth clattering once.
I wrap my arm around her and pull her towards me till her head's on my chest.
"Ok then just lay with me 'cause I'm tired."
"Liar." She says making me smile then ask "Why do you think I'm lying darlin?"
"Because you were about to leave and would of already been gone if I hadn't sneezed."
I put my finger under her chin and gently raise it till our eyes meet.
"I want us to lay here and rest. Okay?" I sincerely say
She lightly nods then I kiss her forehead. I put my hand over her hand, that's on my chest and interlock our fingers. Eventually the shaking dies down and her breathing evens out and we fall asleep.
In the morning she was feeling better and we went to the store to get meds for if this ever- scratch that when it ever happened again to me or her.
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"Okay, stop, I’ll do that.” (Y/n) ripped the cleaning cloth out of Jax hand, a groan escaped his lips as he stepped away from the window, watching (y/n) clean the glass. “21 guns” was blasting from the speakers, a concentrated expression on (y/n) face, she kept on mumbling the lyrics, slightly bopping her head to the beat.
“Anything that I can do?” Jax was leaning against the kitchen island, eyes focused on her. „Can you change our bedding, please?”
Today was (y/n)s monthly cleaning day, she’d try and keep the house as tidy as possible, hoovering the floor every second or third day, but once every month, she’d turn the house upside down, wiping the floors, dusting off every single item, cleaning the windows.
Jax tried to help her, he truly did, but he was a hopeless case, Jax couldn’t even keep his own laundry clean, (y/n) would secretly curse Gemma for not teaching him how to keep his environment tidy.
“Uhm, darling?” A groan fell from her lips as she put the cloth down and walked towards their bedroom, chuckling once she watched Jax struggle. (Y/n) grabbed the blanket out of his hands, it had always been a miracle to her, how someone that tall, couldn’t even properly change the bedsheets.
“Stop that face.” Jax grasped her face with both hands, pulled her in for a kiss and threw her down on the mattress. Giggles escaped her, Jax kept on tickling her sides, happy tears were falling from her eyes, her stomach was aching from laughing that much.
“How about you prepare us some food, while I clean the bathroom?” (y/n) pressed a few kisses down his neck, knowing that she could at least trust him with preparing a proper meal for them.
“Food’s ready, darling,“ Jax called from the kitchen, he was holding two plates in his hands, waiting for (y/n) to step out of the bathroom. She followed him outside, sitting down next to him on the front porch, it was already dark by now, a few stars were twinkling on the night sky, shining down on them.
There were no words shared between the pair, (y/n) kept on munching on her sandwich, eyes focused on the stars above, a smile on her lips, she felt carefree in that moment.
A satisfied smile tugged on her lips as she stepped into the clean house, she felt exhausted, in for a good few hours of sleep, knowing that another hectic week was waiting for them. Jax pulled her into the bathroom, his hands wandered underneath her shirt, undressing her, admiring her body as he pulled her underneath the hot water.
A hum left her lips, Jax was massaging her tense shoulders, working on some of her knots, admiring the way she tried to pull him closer, (y/n) loved to feel him near.Her head was placed on his chest, eyes closed, hands interlaced with his, she was already drifting off to sleep, Jax pressed a kiss onto her forehead, eyes closed as well.
“Fuck,“ (y/n) sat up in the bed, feet were meeting the cold floor. „I forgot to clean the guest room, I’ll be back soon,“ Jax chuckled as he watched her leave, slightly shaking his head. „God, how much I love you.”
A/N: and yes, it's been forever since I posted a story in here, but I'm really busy these days :'( so please be patient and keep sending me requests~
You walked down the road humming an old rock song. You were on your way to the clubhouse, to see your boyfriend, Happy. He was on the run for a few days and you had missed him too much.
You and him had been dating for a couple of years but you could never get used to his absence. When he wasn't there it felt empty, everything felt empty.
The warm summer air hit your skin and the full moon in sky had a calming effect on you.
Suddenly you felt a hand covering your mouth with something like a peace of cloth. You didn't even have the time to react, then everything went dark.
A couple of hours passed and you woke up, finding yourself in an empty cabin.
Your hands were tied together and your back was hurting, as if you had fallen on it.
You tried to move but you were to weak to do so.
You looked around you to nothing but blackness. The only light in the room was the one of the moon.
"Crap." You cursed.
You knew SAMCRO had some enemies but you never guessed that they would do anything more than aimlessly shoot in the air just to scare people.
This was serious.
You stayed still, trying to listen to the noises around you; you could hear nothing but dogs barking from far far away.
You tried not to panic and instead you started touching your surroundings with your legs.
You found your backpack.
"Idiots." You thought. They had probably threw it there without going through your stuff, so there was no way they had found your phone or the gun Gemma had given you.
You took the backpack in your tied hands and started searching for the gun. When you found it you put it in your shoe; it was small enough.
You covered it with your pants and waited for someone to come check on you.
"I'm telling you, it's Happy's girlfriend. There's no way they're gonna leave her be if they know we have her." A man's voice was heard. He sounded drunk so that was good.
The door of the cabin opened to reveal two muscular men. They had no guns and looked particularly harmless. They had underestimated you. They probably thought that a woman was harmless but little did they know, Happy had taught you too well.
You knew how to protect yourself and you were about to show it off.
"Hello there beautiful." One of the men smiled, revealing his gold teeth. "Don't be scared we won't harm you." He added.
"Oh, good, because I was like.. too scared." You shrugged.
"Huh? Do you know who we are?" The other man asked.
"No and I don't care." You sighed.
"You should be shaking, little one." The first man laughed.
They both approached you, unzipping their pants.
"You guys messed with the wrong woman." You smirked and took the small gun out of your shoe, with your hands still tied together.
You shot both of the men without them realizing what had happened.
You stood up as you heard people running.
Four of them showed up but you shot them before they could do anything.
"God bless you, Gemma." You mumbled.
You waited for a few seconds but nothing was heard.
You took your backpack in your hands and searched for your phone.
Once you found it you called your boyfriend, Happy.
"Where the hell are you? I've called you fifty times." He fretted.
"Hi babe, I got kidnapped and I think I killed everyone." You uttered.
Happy started laughing.
"That's my girlfriend." He said. "Where are you?" He asked right after.
His calmness didn't surprise you. He knew no one could mess with you.
"I have no idea." You stepped out of the cabin. "I guess I'm in the middle of the freaking nowhere." You added.
"What do you see?" He asked.
"A cabin, a road ahead of me and some dead men? There's pretty much nothing else." You replied, looking around you.
"Oh!" Happy laughed. "I know where you are, just stay there." He said and hung up the phone.
After a few minutes you saw four Harleys coming for you.
One of then was Happy's.
"I've taught you well, babe!" He exclaimed seeing all the bodies.
"Please don't be proud. I killed people." You laughed.
"Who the hell are they?" Jax asked, behind your boyfriend.
"Angry pirates." Happy replied.
"Oh come on that's an old joke now." You laughed.
"Still funny." Bobby commented.
"You've done a great job here, y/n!" Tig noticed, looking at the bodies.
"I've taught you really well." Happy put his hands around your waist and kissed you, rubbing his nose against yours.
"I've missed you." You whispered. "The house was so empty without you." You added.
"Even with all that furniture you have in there?" Happy asked, pretending to be shocked.
"Oh my god, you suck." You pushed him away playfully.
The rest of the guys started dragging the bodies in the cabin.
"Come here." Happy, once again, put his hands around your waist. "I missed you too." He said, pressing his forehead against yours. "I have to, somehow, take you with me every time I have to be absent for days." He kissed your nose.
Your stomach growled.
"Woah!" Happy exclaimed. "What was that?" He laughed.
"What can I say, murder makes me hungry!" You chuckled.
"I heard we have some tasty fried chicken back at the clubhouse." He gave you a helmet.
"Great! Please go as fast as possible!" You hopped on his bike.
Jax, Bobby and Tig set the small cabin on fire, along with the six bodies and the five of your rode back to the clubhouse.
