Fix things for you.
Valerio x Reader
Request by anon: valerio angst - him and the reader broke up on bad terms and everyone’s trying to get them back together, ends however you want?? x
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Break ups were never easy. As amicable as some of them could be, they were never simple. In fact, you’d always thought of amicable breakups as worse - surely they just left so much room for feelings to just develop again? Maybe. You’d thought that until you’d gone through your own proper breakup, from your first and only proper relationship so far. You’d never been one to care about settling into any sort of couple, more than happy to flirt between people and never really share anything meaningful. Surprisingly, when you found someone who’d acted in the same way, you’d both found a reason to stop that all together. It had been a relaxed relationship, both of you just feeling so comfortable with each other and not having to worry about forcing anything. You weren’t completely wrapped up in each other but enough that you knew where your loyalties lied and that meant more than anything.
It had taken one very specific argument to end that. Silly, really. You’d grown tired of his constant, obsessive, never-ending drug use and partying. Sure, you were no stranger to enjoying yourself when you went out. But he had become increasingly addicted to that aspect of his life and it had started to consume every single one of his days. You’d asked him to change, fearing that he’d end up in the same way your brother had done - addicted beyond any return. When you’d found him smuggling his drugs into your bathroom instead so that you wouldn’t see him taking, things had blown up.
The argument was messy, both of you bringing up issues that shouldn’t have mattered. You’d kicked off about everything and he’d defended himself and insulted you in the process. You’d told him you wouldn’t watch him kill himself like this. And that’s why you couldn’t stay with him. Since then, the two of you had been avoiding each other at all costs. Well, you’d been avoiding him at least. It had taken Valerio a few weeks to realise his wrongs and realise he’d really do anything he could to rectify it. If only it had been that simple from your end.
“What are we talking about over here?” You ask as you sit down in the spare seat around the table next to Guzmán.
Him, Ander, Lu, Carla and Polo all glance at each other like they’re waiting for someone to come out with a response.
“What?” You laugh, “Have I interrupted something?”
“(Y/n), well it’s just...” Polo starts, “Are things seriously over between you and Valerio?”
“Are you kidding?” You scoff, suddenly realising how all of them were looking expectantly for an answer, “You know it’s over.”
“But you worked so well together!” Lu exclaims, “I’ve never seen my brother so happy.”
“Come on guys, I’ve been through this with him and I made it clear that things aren’t going to work if nothing changes,” You explain, looking around at all of them.
“But you two were just... meant to be together!” Guzmán exclaims, surprising you with his outburst, “I might not be his biggest fan but Lu’s right.”
“Look, I’ve said this to him, and I stand by it. He’s not willing to change anything and I’m not willing to back down,” You defend, “Can we please just leave it there?”
“Alright, lets talk about something else,” Carla encourages, “How are the party plans coming along Lu?”
You’re about to settle into the conversation when someone else comes strolling through the door. He’s the one person you try to fight to not look at but your eyes are instantly drawn to. He walks cautiously up to the table in the common room that all of you were crowded around.
“Hey guys,” Valerio starts, grip shifting on the bag slung over his shoulder.
“Hey man! Here, we’ll make some room,” Ander encourages, starting to shift his chair enough to make room for another.
“No, it’s fine. Take my chair,” You speak up, “I’ll catch you guys later.”
“(Y/n) come on...” Valerio starts with a saddened look in his eyes.
“It’s fine, really,” You roll your eyes, stepping past in just too much time as he reaches out to grab your arm.
“(Y/n) please.”
“It’s not worth it Valerio,” You sigh, pulling your arm away from him as you head out of the room.
You weren’t sure whether you were talking about his attempt to keep you there, or his attempt to keep you at all. Either way, you were right. With the way Valerio had been, he wasn’t worth your time. And you weren’t worth his energy when both of you knew you wouldn’t change your mind.
Valerio takes a seat around the table and drops his head into his hands, raking one hand through his untamed curls.
“Come on, there has to be something you can do,” Lu encourages, “You two can’t just be over.”
“Try telling (Y/n) that,” Valerio scoffs, “What do you expect me to do?”
- - - - - -
The next day, Valerio flops back into the chair around the table and is met with the same faces, this time expecting a lot more than yesterday.
“I called her, like you said,” Valerio begins, “I told her that we needed to talk, and she hung up.”
The group see the hopelessness in his eyes, the jovial nature drained from him and replaced by mourning for the loss of the one person he’d ever truly truly loved.
“It’s hopeless, maybe I just need to give up.”
“Give up? If you love her, the last thing you do is give up,” Guzmán assures him, watching as Nadia passes by the table.
She’s walking alongside you as both boys watch their eyes trail after their separate focuses. He was right, Valerio couldn’t just give up on you. It was his own fault that things had ended with you two, his own actions that had caused your opinions of him to change so rapidly. He couldn’t just give up on that.
- - - - - -
That evening, you’re just about done with this week. Your entire group of friends seemed hellbent on trying to fix your love life, so much so that you couldn’t be certain anymore if it was Valerio that was trying to get you back, or simply their influence. It had become draining already. But there’s still a flutter in your stomach when you hear the sound of tapping at your window. It’s like a pocket of nostalgia locked into such a simple sound. And, just as he had done when you’d been dating, you open the curtains to reveal Valerio on the other side. He always managed to climb onto the roof of your garage so that he could reach your window, on countless occasions.
“Hey,” He says, a little breathless like he’s relieved that you didn’t just leave him out there with no response.
“Hi Valerio,” You smile a little, more as an act of politeness.
“Can I come in?” He asks bashfully, glancing over his shoulder as he was still undeniably fearful of your father basically chasing him off your property.
You nod and open the latch to swing the window open and let him climb through. You still left the windowsill bare as you always did before, learning from your mistakes when he used to knock everything over.
“What’s up Valerio?”
He smiles lightly and wipes his hands on his trousers, “I’m guessing you’ve realised that everyone’s been trying to help me with you.”
You scoff a little, “The walls are pretty thin around school, yeah.”
“I guess I just ran out of ways of trying to get you back- not that I want to get you... not that I ever felt like I got you or ha-“
“Valerio,” You cut in, “I know what you mean.”
“What can I do to prove myself to you (Y/n)?” He drops his arms, “Because I’m trying fucking everything over here.”
“I need to know you mean it. You keep saying that things will change and it will be different if we give things another go but how can I know that?” You sigh, “Theres only so much I can believe without seeing it.”
“Then we’ll have a trial period,” Valerio suggests, “Okay, this was Guzmán’s idea... but he said that we don’t have to start dating again... we could just see how things go.”
You swallow the lump in your throat.
“And Lu said that I need to start treating you better, so I promise I’ll pay for dinner when we first go out. And Carla said I-“
You laugh gently and it stops him from speaking instantly, “They really want this to happen, dont they?”
“They’d be waiting outside if they could,” He jokes, “I guess they know something we don’t.”
You can hardly resist him when he’s trying this hard. Maybe you could never fully resist him anyway. But when his hands cautiously reach out and hold your waist, his head dipping to bury himself in your embrace, you are certain that you couldn’t say no to him again. This already felt different. The way he held you, the way his breathing slowed as he felt the rise and fall of your chest, every piece of him holding so much more innocence than before.
“I thought you never gave second chances,” He mumbles into your shoulder, a glimmer of typical boyish Valerio shining through - you were glad he was still there somewhat. He, after all, was the boy you’d first fallen in love with.
