PURE HONEY

Julia, 26/ SJRP 🇧🇷✨

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒚

𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩:

Jax Teller

Big Bad Dog

Happy Lowman

Happier

Chibs Telford

WAIT IN THE TRUCK

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𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂 𝟏

𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩:

Carlos Sainz

SUMMER NIGHT

Daniel Ricciardo

THE ERAS TOUR

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𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔:

𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩:

Lewis Pullman (Thunderbolts*)

BABY

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The Hand of Miles Davis by Irving Penn (1986)

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Big Bad Dog (Jax Teller) [REVISED]

warnings: violence, name-calling, harassment. (nothing too detailed)

note: if you like it, please leave a comment or like

note 2: so, i decided to revise some of the fic i wrote, and there might be some changes, but i hope you enjoy it.

note 3: unfortunately, since english is not my native language, i decided to use chatgpt to help with the review.

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Y/n got off the bike easily, her hands resting on her husband's shoulders.

- Are you sure you don’t want to come in? - she said, handing him the helmet.

- Yeah, I still have to meet with Opie - Jax pulled her by the hand, taking her helmet and placing it on the bike before wrapping an arm around her waist - but I’ll come pick you up.

Y/n ran her hands through the man’s blond hair, smiling. A whistle caught the couple’s attention, making them turn toward the bald man in formal clothes walking by. Steve, the restaurant manager.

- I can’t stand that guy! - y/n made a face.

Jax shifted on the bike, straightening up without letting go of his wife's waist.

- You know I can fix that problem real quick, just say the word… — the blond man clenched his fists.

- We agreed it’s better this way, so I stay out of the club’s business. - Y/n kissed his lips. - I need to go.

Jax watched her walk into the establishment while Steve, still whistling, held the door open for her. His hands itched to get off the bike and punch him in the face.

The manager had a terrible reputation among the restaurant’s female employees, always making comments, asking for favors, and making completely absurd and “informal” requests, to say the least.

The guy was an asshole.

During her lunch break, Y/n always called Jax, a habit they both kept. She took off her service apron and headed to the back door, stopping to exchange a few words with Molly, another waitress who was coming in after finishing her cigarette.

Then she walked to the end of the parking lot, phone to her ear, waiting for Jax to answer.

- Already out, y/l/n? - Steve’s voice echoed between the cars as he appeared in the distance by the back door.

"No way," she thought.

- Yeah, I'm on my break - pointing at her phone, Y/n knew he was going to try to start a conversation, so she turned away, still waiting for the call to connect. Steve began walking slowly while lighting a cigarette.

- You know... - she startled at the man’s voice now much closer, right beside her - that husband of yours…

She turned her entire body towards him and narrowed her eyes, putting her cell phone in her pocket.

She didn’t know that at that exact moment Jax had answered the call.

- What about my husband, Steve?

- I don't know, don't you think it's a little dangerous? - Steve smirked, blowing smoke in her direction - you know, people who live that kind of life don’t last long… sooner or later, you’ll need someone better in his place…

- No, I don't think so - she crossed her arms - and I highly doubt that “someone better” is you!

The man raised his hands in mock surrender.

- Relax, no need to get offended - he took a few steps closer, his hot breath far closer than it should be - see? Clearly he can’t control the woman he has, because if it were me…

Y/n shoved the brunette away from her and hurried back inside the café. - Get lost!

- Son of a bitch! — Jax said when the call dropped — I’m going to kill him!

The biker was at the club bar and stood up, gripping his phone hard enough to turn his knuckles white as he walked to his bike. It didn’t take long before he was parking and entering the restaurant, his eyes locked on his wife.

Y/n was serving some customers when she saw him walk in, a genuine smile forming on her lips.

- Ready to go?- he said when she approached.

She sighed, her smile fading.

- Steve scheduled me for overtime today, but you don’t have to wait for me...

- Oh, I do! - Jax sat at the table by the window, lighting a cigarette, his eyes scanning the place as if looking for Steve.

By the end of the shift, when things had slowed down and the sky had darkened, Y/n took some dishes to wash in the back kitchen.

- I saw your husband out front - Steve said leaning against the door - didn’t know he was a guard dog too.

Y/n simply ignored him. The manager hadn’t shown his face since Jax arrived hours earlier, but now, with her alone back there, it seemed like he had found the perfect opportunity.

Noticing the delay, Jax got up and headed to the back, greeting other waitresses.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he heard Y/n’s raised voice.

- Get away from me!

Steve was behind her, pushing her against the sink, his hands gripping her waist and shoulders while he seemed to whisper something in her ear.

Jax's blood boiled as he moved closer faster.

He slammed the brunette’s head hard against the nearest fridge by the sink, throwing him off balance, and then grabbed his neck from behind, squeezing hard enough to make it difficult for Steve to breathe.

- Hi baby - y/n smiled in relief, her voice slightly shaky.

- Hey, love - he tightened his grip, making the man groan in pain — mind if I take out the trash now?

She nodded, taking off her apron and name tag, hearing Jax punch Steve even before they walked out the door.

- I'll wait for you outside.

Minutes later, Jax walked out the front door of the restaurant, wiping his hands on an old flannel before stuffing it into his pocket.

Y/n stood beside the bike, arms crossed.

- I answered your call earlier - Jax said as he approached her, holding her face with both hands. - I think he’ll think twice now before talking to any woman like that…

She wrapped her arms around his waist.

-Steve's right - y/n said and Jax raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding - looks like I do have a guard dog.

Jax laughed and sat his wife on his bike.

- Yeah… but we’re gonna need to find you another job - he shrugged.

- What did you do this time, Jackson? - she narrowed her eyes at him, making him laugh again before quickly kissing her lips.

- Nothing much, he can still breathe … But you’re my old lady and no idiot is going to be a someone better for you.

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Big Bad Dog (Jax Teller) [REVISED]

warnings: violence, name-calling, harassment. (nothing too detailed)

note: if you like it, please leave a comment or like

note 2: so, i decided to revise some of the fic i wrote, and there might be some changes, but i hope you enjoy it.

note 3: unfortunately, since english is not my native language, i decided to use chatgpt to help with the review.

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Y/n got off the bike easily, her hands resting on her husband's shoulders.

- Are you sure you don’t want to come in? - she said, handing him the helmet.

- Yeah, I still have to meet with Opie - Jax pulled her by the hand, taking her helmet and placing it on the bike before wrapping an arm around her waist - but I’ll come pick you up.

Y/n ran her hands through the man’s blond hair, smiling. A whistle caught the couple’s attention, making them turn toward the bald man in formal clothes walking by. Steve, the restaurant manager.

- I can’t stand that guy! - y/n made a face.

Jax shifted on the bike, straightening up without letting go of his wife's waist.

- You know I can fix that problem real quick, just say the word… — the blond man clenched his fists.

- We agreed it’s better this way, so I stay out of the club’s business. - Y/n kissed his lips. - I need to go.

Jax watched her walk into the establishment while Steve, still whistling, held the door open for her. His hands itched to get off the bike and punch him in the face.

The manager had a terrible reputation among the restaurant’s female employees, always making comments, asking for favors, and making completely absurd and “informal” requests, to say the least.

The guy was an asshole.

During her lunch break, Y/n always called Jax, a habit they both kept. She took off her service apron and headed to the back door, stopping to exchange a few words with Molly, another waitress who was coming in after finishing her cigarette.

Then she walked to the end of the parking lot, phone to her ear, waiting for Jax to answer.

- Already out, y/l/n? - Steve’s voice echoed between the cars as he appeared in the distance by the back door.

"No way," she thought.

- Yeah, I'm on my break - pointing at her phone, Y/n knew he was going to try to start a conversation, so she turned away, still waiting for the call to connect. Steve began walking slowly while lighting a cigarette.

- You know... - she startled at the man’s voice now much closer, right beside her - that husband of yours…

She turned her entire body towards him and narrowed her eyes, putting her cell phone in her pocket.

She didn’t know that at that exact moment Jax had answered the call.

- What about my husband, Steve?

- I don't know, don't you think it's a little dangerous? - Steve smirked, blowing smoke in her direction - you know, people who live that kind of life don’t last long… sooner or later, you’ll need someone better in his place…

- No, I don't think so - she crossed her arms - and I highly doubt that “someone better” is you!

The man raised his hands in mock surrender.

- Relax, no need to get offended - he took a few steps closer, his hot breath far closer than it should be - see? Clearly he can’t control the woman he has, because if it were me…

Y/n shoved the brunette away from her and hurried back inside the café. - Get lost!

- Son of a bitch! — Jax said when the call dropped — I’m going to kill him!

The biker was at the club bar and stood up, gripping his phone hard enough to turn his knuckles white as he walked to his bike. It didn’t take long before he was parking and entering the restaurant, his eyes locked on his wife.

Y/n was serving some customers when she saw him walk in, a genuine smile forming on her lips.

- Ready to go?- he said when she approached.

She sighed, her smile fading.

- Steve scheduled me for overtime today, but you don’t have to wait for me...

- Oh, I do! - Jax sat at the table by the window, lighting a cigarette, his eyes scanning the place as if looking for Steve.

By the end of the shift, when things had slowed down and the sky had darkened, Y/n took some dishes to wash in the back kitchen.

- I saw your husband out front - Steve said leaning against the door - didn’t know he was a guard dog too.

Y/n simply ignored him. The manager hadn’t shown his face since Jax arrived hours earlier, but now, with her alone back there, it seemed like he had found the perfect opportunity.

Noticing the delay, Jax got up and headed to the back, greeting other waitresses.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he heard Y/n’s raised voice.

- Get away from me!

Steve was behind her, pushing her against the sink, his hands gripping her waist and shoulders while he seemed to whisper something in her ear.

Jax's blood boiled as he moved closer faster.

He slammed the brunette’s head hard against the nearest fridge by the sink, throwing him off balance, and then grabbed his neck from behind, squeezing hard enough to make it difficult for Steve to breathe.

- Hi baby - y/n smiled in relief, her voice slightly shaky.

- Hey, love - he tightened his grip, making the man groan in pain — mind if I take out the trash now?

She nodded, taking off her apron and name tag, hearing Jax punch Steve even before they walked out the door.

- I'll wait for you outside.

Minutes later, Jax walked out the front door of the restaurant, wiping his hands on an old flannel before stuffing it into his pocket.

Y/n stood beside the bike, arms crossed.

- I answered your call earlier - Jax said as he approached her, holding her face with both hands. - I think he’ll think twice now before talking to any woman like that…

She wrapped her arms around his waist.

-Steve's right - y/n said and Jax raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding - looks like I do have a guard dog.

Jax laughed and sat his wife on his bike.

- Yeah… but we’re gonna need to find you another job - he shrugged.

- What did you do this time, Jackson? - she narrowed her eyes at him, making him laugh again before quickly kissing her lips.

- Nothing much, he can still breathe … But you’re my old lady and no idiot is going to be a someone better for you.

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forgive the version of you that didn’t know any better

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

forgive the version of yourself that knew better but did it anyway. forgive every version of yourself. we are constantly learning from our mistakes.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

forgive the version of you that didn’t know what to do and could not have foreseen what the right choice was, if there even was one. forgive the version of you that made a choice and regretted it.

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