Torn Between Brothers
Rebekah x Reader
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Imagine: you are in love with Kol and Klaus Mikaelson and calls Rebekah, your best friend, to help you deal with it.
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“Yes, what happened, Y/N?”
“Can you come over, please? I sort of need to talk to someone right now…”
“Okay, I’m coming, just give me a minute.”
She hung up and, once more, you were all alone and free to become a victim of your own thoughts. They had been so overwhelming lately. Well, since you discovered yourself completely in love with Kol and Klaus Mikaelson. Yes, the awful psychopath and the big bad hybrid, both part of the oldest vampire family in the world. And, also, if all of that is not bad enough, they were your best friend’s siblings. You could picture how mad Rebekah would get.
You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and find the strength to open up with someone about the subject. It was hard, though, because, so far, you have not been able to understand what the hell was going on with your feelings. And it was not because you did not take some time to think it though, to analyse who you liked more. Klaus was the very thing you should not have and you want it so badly. His soft words and kind gestures, heck, he was intoxicating. Kol, on the other hand, brought out the crazy on you. The way he would show up in the middle of the night in your room just to stole a kiss from you was so bloody hot. How in earth would be able to choose between them?
“So, darling, why you sounded so desperate on the phone?” Rebekah said, unexpectedly and making you jump forward, scared.
“Oh my God, Bekah, can’t you knock like everybody else?”
“I’m your best friend and also an Original vampire, which means I’m not like everybody else. Now, spill the beans.”
“You’re such a sweet person!” You remarked, ironically. “But you’re right, I need to get it out of my head before I go nuts.”
“Well, I’m all ears for you, darling.”
“Ok, hum… Shit, it’s hard.” You gasped, frustrated. “I want to tell you, yet, I feel like I’m going to throw up if I do.“
The blonde narrowed her eyes and crossed arms, looking at you sceptic. You sighed, knowing you had to suck it up and tell her. Still, they were her brothers and, eventually, you would hurt one of them by choosing. When this become so hard?
“Okay. I’m going to say it.”
“I’m waiting.” You gulped, biting your lower lip. “You’re a weird person, Y/N.”
“Yes, I know that. Now here it goes: I’m in love.”
“Seriously?” Rebekah raised an eyebrow. “You were all nervous just to tell me you care about someone?”
“Not quite that.” You said, pursing your lips. “I’m in love with two guys.”
“What?!” She questioned, stunned. “Y/N, care to explain me what the bloody hell is going on?”
“That’s not it.”
“There’s more?” You nodded, slightly. “Damn it, Y/N! Go ahead. Finish. I’m definitely eager to know who are them.”
“Yeah, about that, promise me you won’t be mad when I tell you.“
"Why would I be?”
“Okay. I promise. Now, tell me.”
Never, in your whole life, you had ever felt more scared than right that second. Rebekah had an inquisitive look and you knew how much she hated when you took so long to tell her something. Again, it was not an easy thing to do. Especially because she was related to them, which made impossible for her to be impartial. You giggled, nervous, and finally let it out:
“It’s Klaus. And Kol.” You whispered, hoping she had missed it.
“Y/N, are you serious?”
“I wish I wasn’t.”
Rebekah, unexpectedly, chuckled. And embraced you in a hug. Instead of yelling that was wrong and being mad, she seemed genuinely happy. You frowned and looked at her as if she had a horn in her forehead. Come on! You needed someone to tell that being in love with two maniacs was a horrible mistake. Because, honestly, it seemed impossible to do it by yourself.
“You’re going to be my sister in law!” She squeaked.
“For fuck’s sake, haven’t you heard what I told you?”
“So what you’re in love with them? I’m sure you love one more than the other. Now you just have to pick.”
“It would be a lot easier if I did know which one.”
“Oh. Oh!” Rebekah widened her eyes.“And you want me to help you choose?”
“Yes. It’s exactly what I want you to do.”
“No. I can’t. Out of my reach.”
You shook your head, letting out a huff and starting to pace restlessly in your room. What you were supposed to do? Because if you choose Kol, Klaus would probably dagger him, which would be terrible. And, if you picked the hybrid, the younger Mikaelson would flip out and probably would end up boxed. Both scenarios were dreadful and you did not want to put yourself or the brothers in that situation. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, you though, feeling uneasy.
“Stop!” Rebekah cried, grasping your shoulders. “You’re making me nervous.”
“I’m nervous! And you refuse to help me.”
“I said I can’t help you choose. You have to do that alone. But I can help.”
“Enlighten me then.”
“First, go out with them. Like, in dates. Oh, and make sure they know you feel like that.”
“Rebekah, my life it’s not a bachelorette TV show. And I don’t need to feel like I’m a prize.”
“I’m just trying to help.”
“I know that! And… Thanks. I’m aware of how messed up this is.”
“You’re my best friend, Y/N.” She pointed out, hugging you one more time. “Now, if I were you, I’d call and ask them to come here.”
“Okay, if this goes wrong, I’ll blame it on.”
Letting a loud laugh come out, you reached for your phone and then dialled Klaus’ number. Even though it was risky and it would probably bring a bad outcome, you should come clean to them. After all, they deserved to know and it would make you feel better. Eh, so you hoped.
“Hey, babe, can you come over?”
“I’ll be there in a second.”
“Wait, is Kol with you?”
“No, but he’s close. What do you want with him?”
“I kind of need to talk to both of you… Can you come?” You requested, using the “I’m crying, please answer all my wishes” tone. It always worked.
“Okay, We’ll be there.”
For a second you though about giving up. If it was hard telling Rebekah, who, by the way, was lying lazily in your bed and acting like nothing was going on, imagine having to face your beloveds and let them know you did not have faintest idea who you wanted to be with. Definitely a good talk. “Y/N, keep it together!”, you thought, shaking your head and trying to focus on how better you would feel.
“This will be fun.” Rebekah said.
“Yes, I’m a complete wreck, but, sure, very funny.”
“You have to relax, Y/N/N. My brothers seem like alpha male type, but they are just boys.”
“Do you think I can handle it?”
“Of course. I know you and I know them. I’m pretty sure it all work out fine.”
Both of you heard a thud downstairs. Okay, so they had arrived and you needed to go there and talk to them. For the thousandth time you freaked out. When exactly did you become such an insecure woman? You used to be this girl who would go and make things happen. All right. It was time to bring your other self back.
“You’re not staying?”
“Oh, no. You should have privacy. But if they fight, send me a video.”
“You are a bitch!”
“Go to your boys, darling.”
“Fuck you, Bekah.”
“I love you too.“
Then she disappeared.
You gulped and went to your living room.
It was time to face the beasts.