Mayans/SOA x reader one-shots

Happy Ending - Juice Ortiz

REQUEST: My Juice from SOA prompt. ( Hopefully it's not too bad)

Hi! I was thinking about what would make juice's story better (for my sanity) and it has to go back to when he was blackmailed by the sheriff. So my prompt.... When Juice is confronted by the sheriff and basically told to be a rat or he was gonna tell SAMCRO about his dad, instead of following canon, he confides in his friend, who just happens to work at the club as a bartender, and is head over heels in love with juice. Her advice has him thinking of what can happen if he rats or if he doesn't... And maybe he can run the scenario in his mind where he sees what his life becomes if he rats... And the domino effect it has all the way to his final words, "let me finish my pie". Then that's what makes him change his mind and he goes to jax and lay to tell them the truth and he is never hated by the MC and she literally changes his life.

A jostling woke you up and it took a moment to realise where you were. After a late night working in the clubhouse and one too many drinks shared with Juice you crashed in his room. It wasn't unusual for you to wake up snuggled around his back as he curled himself in a ball. This time however, instead of the deep sleep he should be in at 4am he was rolling around getting caught in the sheets. You had never seen him like this before and you shook him trying to wake him up as he whimpered and mumbled.

"Juice. It's just a dream, wake up sweetie." You cooed softly as you tried to pull him out of it.

His eyes flew open and he sat up sweating as his chest heaved from what he had just experienced. You watched him as his eyes finally began to focus on the room and not wherever he had just been in his mind. Relief washed over him and he dropped his head onto you lap before you felt tears running down your bare legs.

"Talk to me Juice." You said quietly as you stroked his mohawk trying to sooth him. "A problem shared is a problem halved."

"It's nothing Y/N." He murmured the words that were clearly a lie.

"You forget that I know you. Now tell me what has you turning yourself inside out."

He rolled over so he was staring past you to the ceiling above and his arms crossed over his chest, holding himself. He looked terrified and it broke your heart, wanting to make him feel better.

"My dad's black." He whispered and you stared at him confused.

"Ok? So?" You asked he didn't speak but tears ran out the corner of his eye.

"Sons don't let black people in the club." He whimpered. "My dad was black."

"Look Juice, you are a part of this club, this family and we all love you. They aren't going to care that who your father was. Why is this bothering you now?"

"You can't tell anyone." He whispered. "Please."

"I promise." You nodded slipping your pinky into his.

"I'm in deep shit." He said turning his head away. "Sheriff Roosevelt knows and he's blackmailing me to be a rat."

"You haven't said anything have you?" You asked, torn between your own loyalty to the club and your feelings for Juice.

"No but if I don't give them something soon he's going to tell the club about my dad." He said before crying again. "I can't lose the club Y/N, it's all I have."

"That's not going to happen." You said gripping his hand. "Look at Chibs, his wife is black. Do you really think he would care you're half when so is his daughter? The only thing you can't do is rat. That is a one way trip with Happy to Chigger Woods."

"I know, I know...I just, I'm scared." He hiccuped. "It's a bylaw and even if they don't have a problem with it, it's a rule."

The images assaulted you as you watched, screaming for him to listen but unable to help. You watched Juice fall deeper into the hole he dug but he wouldn't listen to you. It was as if the voice in his head was the only thing he could hear and drove him to make decision after stupid decision.