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sooo i know i've been hella m.i.a. for a while! life, depression/anxiety, and a creative block got in the way. but i'm doing a lot better and i'm excited to get writing again. i've really missed this and all the @samperv members and i'm excited to get to know all the new ones!

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So... i think i'm gonna take down my "A New Soldier" fic and do some much needed editing/rewriting and actually continue this thing?? lol. im actually very excited to start writing again!

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hey guys, i know i’ve been m.i.a. for a while lately, well i’ve dealt with depression, anxiety, and ocd for most of my life. in recent months it all has kind of worsened, which is partially why i stepped away. but i miss you guys and i’m finally starting to get the help i need and hope i can begin to come back and interact with you all and finally continue my fic that’s been sitting for month(i’m sorry if you’ve been waiting), but yeah i just love and miss you all. here’s to a better 2018! 💙 - sav

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Teach Me

Characters: Happy x Reader

Summary: Imagine you and Happy have a strictly sexual relationship - only because you aren’t a fan of the club life. As you develop feelings for him, however, you try and learn to accept the club life and he teaches you to fire a gun.

Warnings: use of firearms, drug/alcohol use, smut (unprotected sex)

You had just pulled up to Happy’s house. Your heart was pounding with excitement. But before walking to the front door, you sat in your truck and took a moment to think. “How did things get here?” In only a few months, you’d become completely enamored with Happy. That wasn’t like you. “How did it get to this?”

A few months back, you were at a bar with your friends - just catching up and having a good time, when one friend pointed out the “gorgeous tatted-up man” staring your way. At first glance, you just rolled your eyes and shook your head. Yes, he was very attractive, but his piercing stare didn’t stop you from noticing the kutte on his back. You knew who the Sons were and you didn’t want any part of that. They had been nothing but a nuisance to Charming and lately they were stirring up a lot of trouble.

An hour or so later, you and your friends walked out the bar and went your separate ways. As you got closer to your pickup truck, you noticed the long trail of bikes and their owners standing near by. You sighed, then took a seat in your truck. As you went to insert the key into the ignition, you looked up into the windshield only to find him, the gorgeous tattooed biker, staring at you again. Fed up, you opened your door and stood up on the running board of your truck.

 “Can I help you?” you asked with agitation in your voice.

Happy stopped chewing on the toothpick in his mouth only to let out a chuckle and began walking your way.

You rolled your eyes and stepped to the ground. When you two met, he towered over you. You continued to stare each other down for a moment until he finally spoke…

“Follow me.” His deep raspy voice sent chills over your entire body and for some godforsaken reason, you did as he said. 

Happy pulled in his driveway as you parked right in front of his home. You sat there with your hands clutching the steering wheel, wondering what the fuck you were doing. He tapped on your window and it startled you. He nodded towards the house, then walked to the door and you followed. As you stood at the front door, Happy leaned over you to unlock it. You took a deep breath - the sexual tension between the two of you was blatant. You wanted him. And he wanted you.

As soon as you walked through the door, Happy spun you around. He slammed the door while simultaneously slamming you to the wall. His hand met your throat, his thumb grazed over your jaw, and he kissed you forcefully. Your arms flew around his neck and you pulled him closer - you felt him growing harder. You slid off his kutte and then he took over - pulling off his t-shirt and then his tank top and throwing them to the floor as you did the same. Happy tugged at your jeans while nibbling at your neck, then slid your jeans down leaving a trail of kisses down your legs. His hands grazed at your underwear and then he looked up at you, making sure that you wanted this. When you nodded, he gripped your panties and yanked them to the floor, releasing one of your legs so he could throw it over his shoulder. His tongue met your center and you threw your head against the wall - biting your lower lip. Happy gripped your ass tightly, pulling you closer to his face. You let out a sharp moan and placed your hand on top of his head. He slowly let his fingers slide into you, making you moan through pursed lips. Happy let your leg down and stood to kiss you roughly. He wanted you to taste yourself on his lips. You quickly slipped your other leg out of your jeans before working at Happy’s jeans. You wrapped your hands around his erect member and began to slowly stroke him up and down while looking deep into Happy’s eyes. When you bit your lower lip, it made something in Happy snap. He lifted you up against the wall, you hooked your arms over his shoulders and your legs wrapped around his waist. He rammed his cock inside you, making you grip onto him tighter. You didn’t mind the roughness, in fact you loved it and having him inside you felt amazing. Happy grunted with each stroke. With you still in his arms he walked over and took a seat on the couch. His hands gripped around your hips as you straddled him. You guided one of his hands up your body, to your throat and Happy chuckled in excitement. Your breathing was agile, you rode him slowly, trying to catch your breath. But you were a little too slow for Happy. So he threw you over the back of the couch and slowly slid into you from behind. It wasn’t too long before Happy sped up the pace.Your moans became deep and Happy’s breaths grew shorter. Putting your head down you exclaimed, “Oh, fuck...” You were getting close. Happy then grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling your body up towards him. He used his other hand you massage you clit. You came almost instantly, Happy had a way with is hands. Not to long after, Happy pulled out of you, and released himself all over you ass, moaning deep, raspy moans. He walked out of his living room, coming back with a rag to clean yourself off with. Happy sat on his couch catching his breath while you dressed yourself. You walked over to Happy’s jeans and began rummaging through his pockets.

“What are you doing?” Happy raised one of his brows.

You said nothing, just kept searching till you found his phone. You fiddled with it for a moment before throwing it to him and walking out the door.

When Happy looked at his phone, he saw you had input your name and number. He just huffed with a smirk on his face.

That was about two months ago. And it had been understood by both of you that this was just about sex. You didn’t wanna become involved with club life and Happy didn’t want to become attached or tied down. But lately you two had actually been spending time with each other. You were into one another - for more than just the sex. Happy once brought up the possibility of you two becoming exclusive. You liked Hap. You liked spending time with him, the sex was great, and you were just plain falling for him. But his involvement in the club is what kept you away. The Sons of Anarchy got into some deep shit and you didn't want it. In all honesty, the club life scared the shit out of you. You had heard about Tara, Jax’s old lady. She was the best surgeon in Charming, and she had been in an accident in which she had lost most functionality in her dominant hand - which was (without a doubt) a consequence of being so close to the club. So Happy dropped the “relationship thing” and kept you out of anything  SAMCRO related.

You shook your head as if you were trying to shake the thoughts in the head away. You took a deep breath and went to the door. 

“Hey girl.” Happy wrapped his arm around you for a quick hug.

“What’s up?” you smiled with a head nod.

“Take out’s on its way. Beer is in the fridge. Make yourself comfortable.”

You made your way to the kitchen grabbing two beers from the fridge. You used the bottle opener on your key ring, and left the caps in the pile on the counter. You walked into the living room where Happy was watching his toons and handed him a beer as you sat next to him. You pulled out a joint you had previously rolled and lit it. You took a few puffs before handing the joint over and asking Happy, “You want?” Happy accepted you offer. He was just about to put his arm around you when the doorbell rang. Happy stood up quickly, patting himself down looking for his wallet. 

“Hey, (y/n/n). Can you go grab my wallet? Should be on the bed or night stand.” Happy said leaving the joint in the ashtray.

“Sure thing.” you walked down the hallway to the bedroom and Happy answered the door. 

When you got to his room, there was absolutely nothing on his bed or nightstand. You glanced around the room until you noticed a pair of pants on the floor next to his bed. You went searching in the pockets for the wallet, but instead you found a small black handgun attached to the belt around his pants. You took the gun in your hand and froze. For a moment you had forgotten what Happy does. 

Happy came through the bedroom door, wondering what was taking so long. When he saw you on the floor, he was confused. Your mouth fell slightly open and you exhaled. You’d stopped breathing from the shock and realization.

“Shit!” Happy exclaimed as he rushed over to you. He took the gun from your hands. “(y/n), i’m sorry..” he apologized while tucking the gun in his waist band. He waited for you to speak, but you didn’t. Happy heard a knock, he’d forgotten about the delivery guy. He found his wallet in his jacket pocket that was hanging on the door and said, ‘I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nodded slightly and Happy walked down the hall in a hurry. When he came back to the room, he immediately knelt down next to you. Putting his hands on your shoulders, he called out your name. Again, you didn’t respond. He couldn’t tell if you were pissed or sad or afraid. 

“(y/n/n), I’m sorry. I know you don't wanna be around that shit. I didn’t think you’d find it under there -”

“Will you teach me?” you said suddenly.

“What?”

“The gun. Will you teach me how to use it?”

“(y/n/n), what is this?”

“I don't wanna be afraid, Hap... not anymore. I have feelings for you and I know you have them for me too. I don't want my fear to get in the way of that. Teach me.”

Happy was reluctant. He never wanted you to be afraid - of him or of anything. He wasn’t sure that introducing you into club life was right and he also didn’t want you doing something you weren’t comfortable with. But when he looked in your eyes, he knew really you wanted this. He took your hands in his and nodded. “Okay. I’ll teach you.” He kissed your forehead and you let out a soft smile.

The next day, Happy picked you up and took you to an open field. He brought the same gun you found under his bed. You sat back and watched as he set up a few things.

“You ready?” Happy asked.

You nodded and walked over to him. He stood behind you, kissed your temple and then handed you black glock 17 handgun.

You turned your head quickly, “Is this loaded?”

“You’ve never fired a weapon in your life and you think I’m gonna give you a loaded gun?”

“Screw you, Hap” you both laughed.

“Okay, I’m gonna teach you how to hold it.” Happy said, still laughing. “Alright, so the handle should be placed at the lower end of your palm. You want it at the webbing between your index finger and thumb.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah. Now don’t grip too hard and keep your index finger parallel to the barrel.” 

“Why am I not keeping a tight grip? Won’t that give me less control?” you worried.

“No,” He took your other hand and wrapped it around the other side of the handle. “This is where you get your control.” You felt better after he explained. 

“So your index finger is basically gonna help you aim at you target and you’ll use that finger to pull the trigger. Then you have these two notches at the top of the barrel - those are your sights. You want those to be aligned, like this- perfect!”

You smiled at Happy’s approval.

“Now for your stance, you want your feet apart in whatever way is comfortable to you and you want to lean forward a bit. That's gonna give you some control and your recoil won’t be as bad.”

Happy quickly showed you how to load and insert the magazine. Then he set out a few targets for you, he stood behind you and told you to pull the trigger slowly, whenever you were ready.

You took your stance and got comfortable. You pushed the slide back and forward again, and pulled the trigger. Your aim was off and you missed.

“Fuck!” you screamed out.

“Hey,” Happy reached out and rubbed your shoulders. “It’s okay, relax. Take a deep breath.” You did as he said. You got ready again, this time loosening your grip a little and leaning forward a bit more.

You fired the gun and to your surprise (and Happy’s) you hit your target.

“Atta girl!”

You kept firing til, the 15 magazine was out. Firing the gun didn't scare you anymore, it was actually a little exciting.

You and Happy packed things up to head back to his place. He had is arm around you and you looked up at him.

“Thanks, Hap.”

“Of course.” he gently kissed you. Then said, “Hey, 7 out of 15 on your first try. My girl did pretty good.”

“Oh, it’s ‘your girl’ now, huh?” you laughed and Happy just smiled.

“Hey, Gem is having a family dinner. Would you maybe wanna-”

You cut him off, “I’d love to.”

Adjusting to the club life would take time, but you were content knowing Happy would be right by your side.

- The End -

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