#elite ander | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

yourforgottenbookshelf · 2 years ago

Text

Caught In The Middle - Valerio Montesinos x Muñoz!Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Fandom: Elite

Pairing and other characters mentioned: Valerio Montesinos x Reader, Ander Munoz x Reader, Guzman Nunier, Lu Montesinos, Samuel Garcia, Carla Roson, Cayetana Grajera, Omar Shanaa

Summary: You are Ander's twin sister and have recently started dating Valerio. However, Ander doesn't approve of your relationship, and when an incident takes place during a party, he warns Valerio to stay away from you. {Requested}

Word count: 1781

Trigger warning: alcohol and substance abuse, attempted sa, violence, cursing

A/N: I'm noticing a lack of Elite fanfiction here on Tumblr, which I'm not very happy about. Please, feel free to send in requests, my loves.

“Out of all the boys in Las Encinas, you really had to sleep with this degenerate,” your brother’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Excuse me?” you questioned in disbelief. Normally, Ander would keep his opinions to himself- it wasn’t like him to intervene with your personal life- but it wasn’t like you to keep things from him either.

Ander took a deep breath. “When were you going to tell me?” he asked. You frowned, unsure of how you should respond. “Tell you what?” you replied, trying to buy yourself more time to think of an excuse.

Your twin rolled his eyes. “About you and Valerio. I had to find out from Omar, for God’s sake!”

You felt the blood on your face painting your cheeks red. It was obvious you couldn’t hide the truth from your brother any longer. “Look, cariño, I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Ander’s expression softened. “Y/N, you’re my twin sister. You know you can always confide in me, right?”

“I know how much you dislike him,” you murmured. Ander picked up on the fact you avoided eye contact, and took a seat next to you on your bed. His wrapped his arm around your shoulder carefully, and pulled you closer to him.

“I don’t dislike Valerio,” he sighed, “I just don’t think he’s good for you.”

Ander had a valid point. Valerio had a reputation for being a troublemaker, and his involvement with drugs and partying was well-known around the school. Despite all that, you couldn’t help the way you felt about him.

“I understand what you’re saying, cariño,” you said, “but I just hope you can accept my choise.”

Ander took a deep breath before responding. “I will always support you, Y/N, no matter what. Just, promise me one thing.”

There was a moment of silence before he continued, during which you felt your heart pounding on your chest. “Promise me you’ll be careful, and that you’ll come to me if you ever need anything.”

You felt a wave of graditute wash over you as you hugged your brother tightly. “Thank you, Ander,” you breathed. “I promise.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As you swallowed the sixth vodka shot, you felt like your soul was elevating heavenwards. The sweet taste of gummy bears mixed with alcohol burned your throat and made you feel euphoric- like the world was still there, but for the moment, it didn't have you by the throat.

“You’re breathtaking tonight, Y/N,” Valerio whispered, his lips brushing over your exposed collarbone. You giggled and tittled your head slightly to the side, placing a soft kiss on his neck. “I could say the same thing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

As the alcohol continued to flow through your veins, you started to feel lightheaded. The room around you spun in dizzying circles, and you struggled to keep your balance. Valerio noticed your unsteady movements and reached out to steady you, his hand gripping your arm tightly.

“Y/N, you okay?” he questioned. Even though you couldn’t hear his voice clearly enough, you could see the concern etching on his face. You tried to nod, but the room spun even faster, and you felt like you might be sick.

“I don’t feel so good,” you mumbled, your words slurring together. Valerio’s grip on your arm tightened, and he led you to a nearby couch, sitting you down carefully.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured you, kissing you softly on the forehead. “I’ll go get you some water.” And with that, he disappeared into the crowd.

A few moments went by, and your dizziness only got worse.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your thigh, and you looked up to see a stranger leering at you. You tried to push him away, but your limbs felt heavy and uncooperative.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” he slurred, his breath hot and stale against your face. You tried to scream, but no sound came out, and the darkness swallowed you whole.

It didn’t take long for Valerio to return to the crowded living room, clutching a bottle of water in his hand. He searched for you in the sea of faces, and when he realized you were nowhere to be seen, he felt his heart skip a beat. As panic set in, he scanned the room once again. He spotted Samuel and Guzman chatting in a corner, and quickly approached them.

“Guys, have you seen Y/N?” he asked with a slightly shaken voice.

Guzman and Samuel exhanged a puzzled glance. “No, we haven’t seen her. Why?” Samuel replied. Valerio felt his heart sinking to his stomach, and his eyes darted the room for familiar faces one more time. He didn’t bother replying to Samuel before rushing to Lu and Carla.

“Lu, have you seen Y/N? I can’t find her anywhere.”

Lu shook her head. “No, sorry. We've been dancing together for the past hour.”

Valerio’s concern slowly evolved into fear. His mind conjured up horrifying scenarios, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had failed to protect you.

“Val, what’s going on?” Lu questioned, visibly concerned.

Valerio took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before explaining the situation. “It’s all my fault,” he murmured, the words weighing heavy on his chest.

“What’s going on?” asked Guzman, arriving at the scene along with Samuel, drawn in by the commotion.

“We can’t find Y/N,” Carla spoke up. The sense of urgency in her voice was palpable.

Guzman’s expression remained stoic as he tried to assess the situation. “Have you tried calling her?” he asked Valerio.

“I did just now. It’s going straight to voicemail,” Lu interjected.

Guzman's mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. "Vale. Where's Ander and Omar?" he questioned, his tone serious and firm. “They went to get some drinks, they should be back any minute now.”

“We have to split up and search for her. She must be somewhere in the house,” Carla said, taking charge of the situation. “I’m texting Ander to check the pool and the back yard. Me and Lu will go see if her car is still in the driveway, and you guys head upstairs.”

The group nodded in agreement, and quickly dispersed to search for any signs of you.

Guilt washed over Valerio in waves, threatening to drown him as he imagined the worst. He mentally cursed himself for ever letting you out of his sight, for not being more careful, for not protecting you like he should have.

“Cayetana, have you seen Y/N?” Samuel asked, desperation creeping into his voice. “Si, I saw her and Gabriel going to the attic. She seemed a bit disoriented,” the blonde replied, taking a sip of her drink.

“What? Why didn't you say something earlier?" Guzman snapped, his anger rising at the thought of you being in danger.

"I didn't think anything of it," Cayetana replied defensively, sensing the tension in the air.

“Puta madre!”

Without another word, the three of them raced up to the attic, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they opened the door, they saw you huddled in the corner, shaking with fear. And there, hovering above you, was Gabriel, a sinister smile on his face.

"Ugh, merda. I was just starting to have some fun with your girlfriend."

Guzman and Samuel stepped forward, flanking Valerio on either side as they faced off against Gabriel. Valerio's eyes flashed with anger as he noticed your bruised arms and bloodied shirt. "What the fuck did you do to her, cabron?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

“I didn’t-” Gabriel didn’t get a chance to reply, as Guzman’s chuckles met with his mouth. “You are gonna pay for this, joder!” he screamed. Gabriel’s feet stumbled, as he held his arms up in defense. “I swear, I didn’t do anything. I was just messing around.”

“Just messing around?” Valerio growled, feeling his blood boiling. “Valerio, por favor,” Samuel whispered, grabbing him before he had the chance to hit him as well. “She needs you.”

Meanwhile, you were still curled up in the corner, shaking violently. You tried resisting the urge to throw up, but the mix of alcohol and the metal taste of blood in your mouth weren’t much help. You cried out, in a desperate attemp to capture someone’s attention, but nobody seemed to had heard you.

You were well aware that Valerio and Guzman would never let Gabriel get away with this. The sounds of fists hitting flesh, the screams of your friends, and the shattering of glass all seemed to blend together into one sickening cacophony. Your heart was racing, and you felt like you were going to pass out any moment.

“Guzman, Valerio, eso es suficiente!” Lu screamed, hurriedly entering the attic. Carla, Ander, Omar and Cayetana followed close behind.

Ander and Carla wasted no time rushing next to you. “Y/N, what happened?” Carla asked. Her voice was slow and steady, but you could tell she was struggling to keep her composure.

You took a deep breath. The air, however, didn’t reach the bottom of your lungs. You felt like you were suffocating.

“Call an ambulance, now!” Ander demanded. And, for the second time tonight, darkness swallowed you.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I don’t want you near my sister ever again. You've been nothing but trouble lately, and I don't want her getting caught in the middle of it."

Valerio took a final drag out of his cigarette. "What are you talking about? Tonight wasn’t my fault- I didn’t do anything wrong."

"Maybe not intentionally," Ander replied firmly, "but you've been a bad influence on her."

Valerio sighed. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I? At the end of the day, you never liked me.”

Ander watched as Valerio walked down the hospital corridor, feeling hurt and confused. He had never meant to cause any harm to you, and he couldn’t deny that he felt a deep sense of loss now that he couldn't be near you anymore. He knew that Ander was only looking out for his sister, and he respected that. Maybe someday, you could all be friends again, but for now, he would have to stay away.

225 notes · View notes

bumblesimagines · 7 months ago

Note

i lied and told them we were dating.

you crossed a line.

we don't pick and choose who we fall in love with.

- Patrick Blanco Commerford

i lied and told them we were dating.

you crossed a line.

we don't pick and choose who we fall in love with.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

If Patrick has a million haters I'm one of them. If he has one hater it's me. If he has 0 haters I have died. If the world is against Patrick I am with the world, if the world is for Patrick I am against the world.

"Is it just me or does it feel like Ari thinks she can kill me with her eyes?" (Y/N) quietly asked Ander, his attention focused on the chips bag being slowly pushed out of its line. The vending machine whirred softly and stopped once the chips thumped softly at the bottom. Ander snorted softly, placing his hand on his back and rubbing his palm up and down his spine as (Y/N) leaned down to grab the chips. He took a quick glance in the direction of the short girl and chuckled.

"What'd you do this time?" Ander asked, dropping his head and slipping in front of him to insert a dollar into the machine. (Y/N) scoffed, opening the bag and dipping his hand inside to tug free one of the salty chips. He bit down on one with a loud crunch and spared the brunette a glance, finding her narrowed eyes locked on him.

"Nothing, I swear. I've been an angel since Carla left. I promised her I'd stay out of trouble."

"I don't believe for a second the (Y/N) Rosón Caleruega has been acting like an 'angel'. A hellspawn, maybe, but an angel? I'll believe it when I see it." Ander snickered softly when (Y/N) lightly punched the back of his shoulder, casting his friend a teasing grin before scooping up the chocolate bar he'd paid for. A chair lightly scraped and pulled their attention back onto the girl, a sharp whistle leaving Ander when she walked toward them. "Good luck with that," Ander whispered, patting his shoulder sympathetically and slipping away to find his boyfriend.

"(Y/N)." Ari greeted through gritted teeth, her arms folding over her stomach and her hip slightly jutting out to the side.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?" (Y/N) tilted his head, sticking the bag out in her direction but she crinkled her nose and waved him off. Ari sighed and took a step closer to him, reaching out and fixing his uniform's tie with a sugary sweet smile. What had he done to piss her off? Had he shit-talked her father within earshot again? Ah, shit. He probably had.

"You're lucky I've been in a good mood recently, sweetheart, otherwise I might've told Patrick I saw you cozying up to the janitor the other night. I don't like people hurting my family, (Y/N). I won't stand for it. Get it together or next time I'll go straight to Pat and tell him." Ari adjusted his coat next, smoothing out the wrinkles before dropping her hands to her sides and arching a brow at him. "Got it?"

"What are you talking about, Ari? The janitor? Cayetana? She's my friend, and what I do with my friends is none of your brother's business."

"None of his business?" She repeated, her brows lifting high. "Of course, it's his business what his boyfriend does! And if I were him, I'd never leave you alone in a room with that girl."

"Boyfr-" (Y/N) clamped his mouth shut, staring at the girl as if she'd grown two more heads. He couldn't help the laugh the bubbled up, partly amused but mostly shocked. Ari scoffed at his laughter and rolled her eyes, turning on her heel and strutting away with quiet muttering. He watched her sit back down in her seat and continue eating her lunch as her words finally settled in. That son of a bitch. His jaw clenched and he found his appetite for a snack gone, irritation rolling over him like a wave.

Leaving the cafeteria and heading down the hallway, he made eye contact with a puzzle Guzman. The boy opened his mouth to speak but (Y/N) simply pressed the bag against his chest, barely checking to see if he had a hold on them before releasing his grip and turning the corner, heading right for the lockerroom and showers where he knew Patrick would be after gym class. He threw the door open, the sound of it causing many of the guys changing to flinch or curse in surprise. They only took one look at him before scurrying to get the rest of their clothes on, some still dripping with water as they quickly left the locker room. Patrick slowly rubbed a towel into his drenched hair, his eyes flickering between the door and his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Why is your sister saying I'm your boyfriend?" He almost snapped at him, teeth grinding together when Patrick's eyes widened with realization. He cursed softly under his breath, eyes squeezing shut and a heavy sigh escaping him. "You crossed a line. I told you we were just hooking up, nothing more, nothing less."

"Let me explain, (Y/N). Last Friday, Benjamín saw when I kissed you in the parking lot and he- he asked about it, about us, and Ari overheard so then she started asking and- and I panicked, okay? I lied and told them we were dating." Patrick explained, voice stammering as he crossed the distance. He raised his hands toward (Y/N)'s face but the teen tilted his head away, leaving Patrick to drop his arms in defeat. "It's fine, (Y/N). We're both single, aren't we? What's the harm in a little lie?"

"A little lie would be saying that it was just a dare or a challenge. A little lie would be saying that he must've seen wrong, that he was mistaken." (Y/N) crossed his arms and leaned against the locker behind him, his narrowed eyes digging into Patrick. "You can't lie about being in a relationship with someone, Patrick. People ask questions, they notice shit. Ari thought I was 'cheating' on you or planning to with Cayetana."

"What- What would make her think that?" Patrick's brows furrowed, taking a step back to rummage through his locker and begin getting dressed.

"It doesn't matter what she thinks she saw, what matters is why she felt like she needed to confront me about it. She's your sister, I get it. Carla would've done the same if she thought I was getting cheated on. Hell, she might've done worse. And that's exactly why I don't need your sisters or your asshole dad getting into my business. We're not together. Tell them or I will."

Patrick's lips pursed and he inhaled heavily through his nose, tugging up his briefs and slipping on the button-up before he turned to face him. "Why does it bother you so much? We could be together, don't you think? We have the same friends, we go to the same clubs, our parents would get along. We'd be perfect. Besides... no offense but a girl like Cayetana would only hurt your family's reputation, no?"

The audacity of the Blancos was astonishing, admirable even. (Y/N) snorted, and then laughed, lifting a hand to his face to rub his forehead as more laughter shook his shoulders. "Oh, Patrick.." He sighed and dropped his hand, lips curled upward. "Don't tell me you caught feelings."

"So what if I did? We don't pick and choose who we fall in love with."

"Love? You think you're in love with me? Look, I get it. My family comes from money, we own a fancy winery, and everyone likes to call me Marquess. Your daddy probably gave his approval 'cause he thinks he'll be set for life if we're together. Obviously we're compatible when it comes to sex so you think that means we're perfect for each other." (Y/N) dropped his arms and took slow steps forward until he stood in front of Patrick, his hands lifting to grab Patrick's jaw and hold it. "And maybe it would make sense for us to be together. But I'd have to love you for it to work, and I don't even like you. You're whiny, spoiled, demanding and you can't take no for an answer. You're like a damn leech who won't quit. The only reason I even paid attention to you was because you wouldn't leave Ander alone, even after he told you he wanted nothing to do with you."

Patrick's jaw clenched under his fingertips, his bright blue eyes igniting. "I don't believe you. I don't believe you don't feel anything-"

"You're boring me with this love bullshit, Patrick. I don't like being bored. If you knew anything about me, you'd know you're not the type I go for. Marina, Valerio... they're nothing like you... they're more like your sister, Mencia, actually. If only she weren't so interested in Rebeka... it would've been fun playing with her instead." (Y/N) tightened his grip on his jaw, feeling Patrick tense. A flicker of jealousy appeared in his eyes. "She's persistent but at least she knows when to back off. All you know how to do is throw yourself at people until they're forced to give you what you want. It's pathetic, honestly, but at least it's funny to watch."

"(Y/N)," Guzman's familiar voice echoed through the empty locker room followed by a sharp whistle to fully get his attention. (Y/N) craned his head to look back at him, watching him nod toward the doors. "Come on, leave him. You made your point."

Releasing Patrick, (Y/N) backed off and headed toward the dirty blonde, slinging one arm around his waist casually. Guzman sent him a disapproving look as he slipped his arm around his shoulder but (Y/N) tilted his head back to look at Patrick with a grin. "See you in class, Pat. Might want to take care of your little friend downstairs first, though." He laughed and let Guzman drag him out of the room.