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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.

Innocence never looked so good

Valerio x Reader

Request by anon : I love your writings🧡🧡they’re what keeps me busy during this sucky time. If you’re still taking asks, I was wondering if you could write about Valerio and him meeting a new transfer scholarship student. At first he’s not really interested bc she’s pretty innocent but then he ends up falling for her. Kind of like Guzman and Nadia I guess. I mean you could honestly write it anyway you want and if love it 🥺 this was just ask. If not it’s understandable :))

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“So is this how it works here?” It was a boy from the back of the class that spoke up, “You just dish out scholarships left right and centre?”

He was a tall, slim boy with wild dark curls being his typically distinctive feature. You were more drawn to the sharp structure of his face and how he seemed so nonchalant about his extroverted personality. He was leaning back in the chair with his legs on top of the desk and his arms stretched out like he was opening himself to the world.

“Valerio, not now,” The teacher rolls his eyes, “(Y/n) is just as deserving of her place here as any of you are. I expect you to make her welcome as you would do with any paying student, understood?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and blink a couple of times at the intimidating crowd in front of you. You weren’t the most confident at the best of times so starting a new school was already an experience you feared - let alone when that school was filled to the brim with rich kids that you’d never fit in with.

The only spare seat in the class happened to be beside this Valerio so you walk your way over and stand awkwardly beside his desk.

“Can I sit here?” You ask quietly, forcing yourself to remain calm, “Please?”

He lets a smirk dance across his lips as he trails his eyes up and down your form, tapping his pen on the table with one hand, “Okay, (Y/n).”

Valerio swings his legs down and shuffles in his chair to make room for you beside him. You set your bag down beside you and pull out the books that you needed for the lesson, along with your pencil case.

“Fuck,” Valerio says a little too loudly, “She really is a nerd.”

You blush furiously at his comment but keep your head down nonetheless, scribbling down the date and the title of the lesson.

“Valerio!” The teacher warns, “Do I need to tell you again that your father’s money can easily be replaced?”

He rolls his eyes as a stunning girl from a few rows in front turns around and glares at him - an evident warning behind her perfected eyes.

Valerio ignores you for the rest of the lesson, spending half of his time staring out of the window and the other half trying to see how far he could rock back on his chair.

- - - - - -

You’re sat next to Valerio in that class every single day and every day is the same. You wait for him to move his feet from the table, you sit down and get on with the work and he finds any way possible of avoiding the work. It continues like that again and again every single day.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair down,” He comments as you sit down on one random Monday morning.

You’d managed to make a few friends at Las Encinas - the other scholarship students really. But you tried your best to remain under the radar.

“I don’t ever really think about it,” You shrug, tucking a stray lock behind your ear as you scribble down the date.

“It’s nice.”

It’s weird to hear Valerio say anything remotely close to a compliment, even if it was something minor. But you find yourself looking at him with a little frown.

“You don’t think I have it in me to be polite?” He cocks a brow, “I’ll have you know I’m a gentleman, (Y/n).”

“If you say so,” You shrug and it’s like the tiniest spark of fire he’s ever seen from you. It takes him aback a little even if it shouldn’t. You were always so passive, and yet you’d had that tiniest fraction of sass in your words then that threw him just a little off balance.

He watches you a little bit more that day, wanting to know the person behind who you were when you sat beside him.

- - - - - -

The next morning, Valerio is still in his normal position in the chair as you come in but there’s a rose left on your side of the table.

“What’s this?” You question, picking it up to make space for your books.

He shrugs and shifts his legs, as usual, “I have no idea.”

“Well, you must’ve seen who put it down,” You comment, turning it over in your hands, “Who was it?”

“Can’t have been me,” He pushes himself off from the table using his firmly planted hands so that he rocks back on his chair, “I’m not romantic enough.”

- - - - - -

There continue to be little moments like that. A week later, he left a book on the table that he claimed was a brilliant read under his own recommendation. Next, it was a new notepad from when he saw you were coming to the end of yours. Sometimes, it would just be a note where he’d scribbled a poem quote that he liked. And, oddly, you found yourself looking forward to each day where you may or may not find a little gesture given from the extroverted boy that sat beside you. He didn’t show any interest in you outside of those moments, ignoring you in every other class, never acknowledging you in the hallways - but that one class every morning was his slight moment with you where he did show that side.

It’s a number of weeks later and things had started to deteriorate for you yet again at home. Your parents were what you’d call ‘missing in action’ - where they reprised their regular roles of being shitty parents by abandoning you with no knowledge of when they’d return. Normally, it would be for a cheap holiday they’d booked and not told you about, or because their drug-fuelled minds had considered it a brilliant idea to head off to somewhere unknown. Whatever it was, it always circled back eventually. And you’d be left alone yet again.

This time, it had meant that you’d barely been sleeping. So you’d decided to show up to school early and you found yourself sitting in the class before anybody else had even arrived.

When Valerio walks in, he stops in his tracks.

“The introvert, the woman of routine, breaking the cycle?” He gasps, sauntering over to you with all levels of confidence as he always managed to hold.

You must’ve looked an absolute state. Your hair was pulled into a bun, your eyes darkened by the purple circles that carried their weight, your clothes weren’t as neat as you tried to keep them and every part of you felt a little detached from your normal self.

Valerio strolls around your chair and flops down into the one next to you, “What caused the change, (Y/n)?”

When you don’t respond to him with a polite or sassy response, and he’s instead met with silence, he frowns and leans toward you in his chair.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, quiet and cautious like he was saying it with genuine care.

You run your hands over your hair to smooth it somewhat and look at him with the most forced smile you had the energy to give, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

With that, you go about all the parts of your normal routine. Pen out, books open, date in the top right hand corner. But there’s something about the shaky breath that you release and the way that your eyes seem just on the verge of pouring that makes Valerio struggle to ever take his eyes off of you. He’d never felt so serious in one of these classes. And it wasn’t an important topic or a test he should be trying to pass. It was because this girl beside him had a lot more than her passive exterior showed - and he couldn’t imagine just how much she’d had bottled up inside this whole time.

- - - - - -

The next morning, and the next and the next, you’re sat in that class before him again. There was something about being at school that made you not feel so alone so you’d been making the most of the hours you could spend here. Valerio expresses concern every morning by asking if you were okay and you even start to notice him steal glances in your direction every time you were in his class or you passed him at school.

This one morning, he comes in to find you practically half-asleep at the desk. You don’t pay attention to when he sits down and your books are already open but they’re empty and lifeless on the desk.

“No date this morning?” He nudges you, noticing how your appearance had changed day by day. Deteriorating little by little.

He’d even noticed how your lips seemed a little bit more chapped and your hands seemed drier and less youthful.

You flinch from your daze and try to shake it off, “Yeah, right. Um, what are we doing today?”

And it’s odd how much his heart drops at the question. This wasn’t you. This wasn’t the girl he’d grown so used to seeing every single morning in the same light. That light had dimmed. And he felt it within him that he couldn’t possibly let that light dim any more without at least an attempt at reigniting it again.

- - - - - -

When you come into school early the next morning, it startles you to turn on the light and not be alone in the class. Valerio sat at the desk with his feet up on the table and a proud smirk on his face.

“I beat you,” He comments, “Eventually.”

You wish you had the energy to respond with something witty, but it had been near enough ten days without your parents now - ten days of being alone in the flat without heating in the middle of winter, with the broken fridge and the oven that never heated up properly.

“Hey, we have a test coming up next week,” Valerio comments, “Do you mind helping me study?”

“A test?” You frown, having no recollection of anything being mentioned, “Yeah, yeah, I guess that’s okay.”

It pains him. You were clearly going through something that went beyond the realm of school drama. And yet you’d still agreed to help him with no real reason to accept his request. You could’ve easily said no. You had no obligation to help the boy who was yet to put in an ounce of effort to any day at this place. But he knew that no part of your good heart would have it in you to say no when he’d asked for help.

“Great,” He grins, “Shall we say your place tonight?”

“I-“ You stop yourself, “Could we not go somewhere else?”

“Lu will be at mine, school will be closed, and it’s too cold to go anywhere outside,” He explains, “I’ll meet you there for six.”

“How do you know where I live?”

“I have my ways.”

Those ways consisted of his actions this morning whilst he was waiting for you to make your early entrance to school. He’d broken into the filing cabinet of the school office until he found the file that belonged to you, not looking any further than at the address in the top right hand corner - he’d hope that your meeting with him tonight would tell him the rest of the information that the file couldn’t.

- - - -

At just past six, there’s a repeated buzzing to try to get into your flat and you let Valerio up cautiously. This all seemed very weird. Why had he bothered? He was Lu’s brother - if he needed help with studying why wouldn’t he go to her.

He comes into your flat, still dressed in his school uniform as he smiles widely at you, “So this is your humble abode.”

You roll your eyes, “I’m guessing you didn’t expect much from the scholarship student.”

“It’s nice,” He pokes his head around every corner, “It’s quaint. Are your parents out?”

You scoff before you can stop yourself, “You could say that.”

He looks at you like he had a million more questions to ask but you interject before he can continue. He sits down at one of the seats on your dining table.

“So, I haven’t really prepared much for studying, I figured we could just go through the content and then see which bits you struggle with the most-“

“(Y/n), are you okay?” He cuts in, showing more compassion in that one question than you’d heard from anyone for a long time.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “I told you I’m fine. Can we please just get on with studying?”

“It’s me, of course I didn’t come here to study,” He rolls his eyes, “You can talk to me, you know?”

“Why would I do that? So you can go and tell the rest of them that the new scholarship kid actually has a kind of shitty life at the minute?” Your anger bubbles and you’re not really sure what causes it, “I’m not one of you guys and I know that.”

“Is that really what you think of me? You think I’ve come here to humiliate you,” The look of realisation on his face makes you instantly beyond guilty.

“How could I not expect that?” You sigh, “You said it yourself on my first day.”

“Things have changed since then, (Y/n).”

“Have they? Because you’re nice to me every single morning for an hour, and then the rest of the day consists of you acting like I don’t exist - I see it Valerio, I’m not an idiot,” You shake your head, “Why would I assume that much has changed?”

“Because I care about you (Y/n),” He sits upright and you can tell he cares about what he’s about to say, “I see you every morning and it’s like I’ve seen you go through this whole change since the start of the year. You became more confident and you came out of your shell, and then it all seemed to drop recently. I made up the fact that we had a test and I went into school when it was still dark so I could find your address, and then I walked myself here just so I could come and see you outside of that stupid desk at the back of the class.”

You stay silent. That was true. You couldn’t take for granted the fact that Valerio had been nice to you recently, and conscious of how much you seemed to deteriorate. You watch as he lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag.

“What’s this then? Valerio’s got feelings for the scholarship kid? I don’t think Lu will be impressed.”

You watch his lips curl into a smile and how his teeth flash bright against his dark curls, “I think she’d be surprised about me having feelings for anyone.”

And just like that, it’s probably the most genuine smile youve had in weeks.

Cursed.

Valerio x Reader

Request from anon: Hey can you write something about being Lu’s best friend and falling in love with Valerio! Thank youuuu

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My requests are open❤️

“Lu that looks just like the dress you bought last week,” You laugh, watching as she twirls in the fitting rooms of the next designer shop.

“No it’s not!” She defends proudly, “This is a different brand.”

“What’s all of this retail therapy anyway?” You frown, “More stuff going on with Guzmán?”

She glares at you, “Shopping does not always have to mean something bad has happened.”

“Yes it does,” You smirk, “It’s either you didn’t do as well as Nadia in the test, Guzmán has pissed you off...”

“Okay, I get the picture,” She rolls her eyes, turning around in the dress once again, “Valerio is coming back today.”

“Valerio? As in your brother Valerio?”

“Half brother.”

“So I’ll finally get to meet the infamous man,” You ponder, “What’s so bad about that?”

“You don’t know Valerio,” She sighs, “Screw it, I’m getting the dress.”

- - - - - -

“I’m just saying, you shouldn’t need to prove anything to Guzmán!” You exclaim, stumbling once again with the bags of clothes that Lu had bought home with her.

It always went this way, she’d buy loads and end up returning at least half.

As you stumble through the door, an unfamiliar presence is already occupying the lounge. They have a distinctive mop of dark curls flailing across to top their tall, slim figure. And you know only one name that could match such appearance:

“Valerio.”

He spins around to reveal a chiseled, sharp face and a wide grin, “Lu! It’s been too long!”

Within a second, he’s over to sweep her from her feet, grin never faltering.

“Put me down!” Lu elbows his ribs and he drops her to the floor once again.

His smile only drops a little when he glances in your direction. You watch as he looks you up and down like he’s analysing every piece. He seemed intriguing already even though you hated yourself for admitting it. He was handsome but in a rugged way, not as clean cut as a parent-approved boy should be.

“Who’s your friend?” Valerio asks, side-glancing toward you.

“This is (Y/n), don’t get any ideas,” Lu scoffs, “And don’t mess up the house too much.”

With that, she’s walking off upstairs and you know that she expects you to follow. Instead, you find yourself returning to the uncertain smirk that Valerio was shooting your way.

“Shouldn’t you follow her?” He cocks a brow, tilting his head a little like he’d investigating you even more.

You smirk and go towards the stairs to go up to Lu’s bedroom.

“(Y/n),” Valerio repeats, though you know he’s not saying it to call for you, “I don’t think a name could ever be good enough for an appearance like that.”

And just like that, he makes that appearance severely blush.

- - - - - -

“Look, sir, I know I’m late but only by a few hours,” You defend, setting down your work onto the table in front of the professor.

You’d had an assignment due and had been, what seemed like, the only one in the class who didn’t get it in before the deadline.

“It was due two days ago, (Y/n),” Your teacher points out, lifting up the paper and flicking through.

“Technicalities,” You roll your eyes, “I still did the damn work, and it doesn’t count for anything anywa-“

“It counts towards the reference I give you, and maybe this attitude will count too,” Your teacher states coldly, “You’re the worst in the class (Y/n) and if that doesn’t improve, there will be consequences.”

You sigh and pick up your things to walk out, stopping abruptly when you see Valerio leaning back against the wall just beside the open door to the classroom.

“What are you doing?” You question, probably slightly too harsh but only because you already felt stressed enough. Given what Lu had told you, the last thing that anybody needed when they were stressed was Valerio.

In his hand, he overturns an encased paper, titled adequately with the assignment that you’d just handed in. He smirks a little before beginning to reply to you, “Just making sure you’re not the worst in the class.”

With that, the paper is tossed into the bin beside him and he pushes off from the wall, winking in your direction before continuing on his path down the empty corridor. You look between the bin and his disappearing figure, wanting nothing more than to follow after him.

- - - - - -

You start seeing Valerio more and more, being Lu’s best friend meant that you spent a lot of time at her house - especially when she was in the midst of trouble with Guzmán. Every time, you’d see Valerio and make slight eye contact with him from across the room. One very memorable time, he came passing through the kitchen after finishing a shower. His hair was holding tight onto the dripping water and his body managed to glimmer just slightly as he strolled past. You kept your head down and prayed that Lu didn’t notice your reaction.

Tonight, everyone was heading to the club and you found yourself nervous at the prospect of seeing Valerio outside of your normal settings. Was this really happening? Were you really starting to have a crush on your best friends (half) brother?

“(Y/n)!” It’s Guzmán that calls you as he makes his way over to the bar, “Have you seen Lu?”

You shake your head ‘no’, “She’ll be here soon. But I thought you two were over, anyway.”

He scoffs, “You only ever hear her side of things.”

“Normally because you’re not around for long enough to tell me your side.”

He smirks a little, “Touché.”

The two of you, despite how stressful his relsrionship with Lu was, could actually be good friends. You’d known him for years and, deep down, you knew they weren’t meant for each other. That didn’t make him a bad person.

“I’ve heard Valerio’s been asking about you,” Guzmán comments, leaning against the bar beside you, “Are you really going there?”

You roll your eyes, “Can you stay out of my business for just like a minute, please? Nothings happening with me and Valerio.”

Guzmán chuckles a little, “(Y/n)... just be careful. Not even because of him. But because of-“

“Lu. I know.”

He nudges your arm, “Glad to know we’re on the same page - trying to keep out of Lu’s bad books.”

“Oh, honey, you were in them a long time ago,” With that, you hop up out of your chair and make your way across the club to greet her as she walks in.

Valerio follows behind her, dressed in a low hanging white vest and a bold print open shirt. You found yourself trailing the lines of the chains around his neck, all the way up to where they met behind his jaw.

“Hello darling,” Lu beams, “Sorry we’re a bit late.”

She glares at Valerio and rolls her eyes, met by him shooting her a bright smile.

“It’s not my fault,” He shrugs, “My clock must’ve been wrong.”

“I need a drink!” Lu exclaims, grabbing your hand as she pulls you toward the bar.

You find yourself stumbling to catch up, eyes locked on her brother who was yet to take his eyes away from you.

- - - - - -

It’s later into the night when you dismiss yourself to head to the bathroom to freshen up. Lu and Guzmán were currently bickering about something so you’d taken the opportunity to leave them distracted for a little while. It’s not long before you’re interrupted.

“You know...” The voice is recognisable as you glance up to see Valerio now stood in the doorway, “You really shouldn’t have worn that tonight.”

“And why is that, Valerio?” You smirk a little, eying him through the reflection of the mirror.

He has one arm rested high on the wall beside him as he goes to respond, “Because you know Lu would kill me for going anywhere near you.”

You set your purse down onto the countertop and turn around to him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“And who says the option is there?”

He laughs gently, stepping forward and closing the door behind him, “You’re not the best at hiding things, darling.”

You roll your eyes as he steps closer to you, carrying with him all of the confidence that he’d made you weak enough to lose.

“Who says Lu needs to know, hmm?” He’s close to you now, hands trailing up your sides from the hem of your dress to the waist, “Would it be so bad?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Probably worse.”

He smiles lightly as his nose bumps against yours, “All the more reason to do it.”

And just like that, everyone else is forgotten. Instead, Valerio’s lips are on yours and his hands are everywhere and you find yourself melting into every single part of him.

- - - - - -

After that night, you’d assumed the worst from Valerio. You’d guessed that he’d get his high and then move on to the next. But it didn’t seem that way. Definitely not. He’d text you from class and drag you down the corridor until the two of you were away from prying eyes. He’d invite you round late when Lu was out with Guzmán so that he’d have just a few hours with you before she came home. It was secretive, mysterious, exciting. And you found yourself feeling more than just the temporary high of it all. You’d be laying in bed with his arm wrapped around you and it genuinely felt like you could feel something more than just attraction. Beyond all of his wild, carefree exterior? Valerio had a heart, and a heart that was easy to fall in love with. And that’s where you found yourself slipping onto the verge of doing.

You were at Lu’s trying to help her revise for an upcoming test that she needed the highest marks in when you first saw him. He had that glimmer in his eye of mischief as he started texting you from across the room. You and Lu were sat in the dining room and he was just in your line of sight - sprawled across one of the couches in the lounge.

Your phone started buzzing every thirty seconds until you finally apologised to Lu and told her that it was your Mum on the phone, quickly getting up and hurrying out of the room whilst she was neck deep in revision.

Valerio grins as he sees you, pulling himself up from the couch and following quickly behind your retreating figure.

“Who knew you could be so sly?” He smirks, lips hot against your ear as he leans down behind you.

It all feels far too open, she was literally in the room right across from you.

You turn quickly and grab the front of his shirt, pulling him in with you as you lock the door behind - you’d managed to find your way to the guest room.

“It’s impossible,” Valerio mutters between kissing you, “You’re sat right there and I have to pretend like I don’t know you... like I don’t know every inch of you.”

You scoff at him and stop his hands at your waist, “Not too low, mister, I need to be back out there in a few minutes.”

“Then I’ll take a few minutes,” He smirks, lips moving to kiss just below your ear and down to your jawline.

“Valerio, seriously,” You have to fight with yourself when you decide to push him away, “She’ll kill me if she finds out we’ve been doing this.”

He sighs and gives up on his attempt, “Maybe it’s time that she does know.”

“Do you know her at all?”

“Yeah, but I know you too,” His hands fall low on your hips once again, “And I know that this is getting to be more than it was at that night at the club.”

You knew you’d been feeling the same but hearing him say it just put a whole new meaning to that feeling.

“She has to be understanding of that, right?” Valerio shrugs, “And if not, it’s been good knowing you darling.”

“Don’t say that,” You roll your eyes, “But she’s my best friend, I can’t lie to her anymore.”

“Okay, then, we’ll tell her,” Valerio nods, dipping his head to bury in your neck once again.

“You’re impossible,” You laugh, pushing against him until his head lifts up to meet his lips with yours once again.

- - - - - -

When you step outside, your heart sinks at the sight you’d been dreading. Lu is stood on the opposite side of the lounge, arms folded and a deadly stare across her eyes.

“Next time you want to fuck my best friend,” She begins, focused only on Valerio, “Make sure you don’t leave evidence behind.”

She lifts up her hand that is grasping his phone, waving it in his direction.

“Lu, I can explain...” You begin, hopeful that she’d at least be understanding.

“Is that all this is? Just you two fucking?”

It’s Valerio that interjects, “No, it’s not like that.” He settles an arm around your waist and you silently wish for him to not make anything worse, “It’s definitely not that, not anymore.”

She looks between the two of you, once, twice, three times before speaking again.

“Don’t break her heart, Valerio.”

With that, she throws the phone in his direction and shoots you a gentle smile before walking back through to the dining room.

“Now didn’t I tell you it would be easy?” Valerio grins, sauntering in front of you with open arms.

“You heard her,” You shrug proudly, “Dont break my heart, love.”

With that, you press a kiss to his cheek and follow in the direction that she’d just gone - hoping you wouldn’t be met with a worse reaction now that he wasn’t there.

“I would never,” Valerio mutters under his breath, saying the words only to himself as he flops back down onto the couch - unmoving grin plastered across his lips.

Never do it.

Valerio x Reader

Request by anon: hey! could u do a lil “spinoff” from “Fix Things For You.” Where everyone wants to the reader and Vallerio back together, but what they don’t know is that after they broke up the reader slept with someone else and feels really bad about it and stops talking to everyone and hangs out with different people. Then everyone finds out but Valerio forgives her because he loves her and they get back together. :)

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Requests are open🤍

A break up was a strange thing at the best of times. Learning to unlove someone was never easy. You and Valerio had broken up fairly amicably, realising he was going through a difficult time with his parents and needed time to handle that on his own. You’d given him his space and agreed that this likely wouldn’t be forever - just until he could sort out the messy home life he was living in and would no longer be loading all of that onto you. That seems fine right? But in that ‘break’ you’d done something you seemed completely unforgivable. After one drunken night where you’d wanted nothing more than to be back with Valerio, you’d found yourself in a one night stand with someone completely forgettable. Since then, your breakup with Valerio - in your eyes - has become certainly permanent.

You’d separated yourself from him completely, no longer keeping that friends status that you’d kept throughout. You distanced yourself from all of the mutual friends you and him had, and tried your best to avoid him at all costs - never once admitting what you’d done. He’d just have to believe you’d moved on and he’d do the same.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” Lu calls when she sees you, “Are you coming to the Valentine’s party tonight?”

You glance over and dismiss yourself from the group you were in, completely new people now that you’d greatly distanced yourself from your original group of friends.

“Um, no I don’t think so,” You shake your head, “Thanks.”

“Come on,” She sighs, “It will be fun! We’ll all be there, and I feel like we’re due a catch up.”

“I’m good, honestly. I think I’ll skip out on Valentine’s Day this year,” You shrug, glancing over your shoulder at your new ‘friends’ that were evidently focused on the conversation.

“(Y/n) please,” She sighs, “I know things with you and Valerio are difficult but that doesn’t mean you don’t still have all of us. I miss you.”

“Thanks Lu, but I’m good. I’ll pass,” You nod, “Enjoy your party.”

You turn back to the waiting group and head off with them, trying your best to relax into whatever boring conversation they were having. You could imagine it being your old group, where Guzmán would joke about something a little rude and Lu would scold him for it, or Valerio would make a private comment to you as he wrapped an arm around you. But it’s not. You’d been the one to ruin that, and you couldn’t let yourself deserve that group anymore.

- - - - - -

That Valentines, when you should’ve been laughing with Lu or looking at Valerio from across the room, you were instead sat alone in your own room. You got out your phone and started flicking through some of your old photos of you and him. Some with all of you, some from when he’d woken up in your bed, others of nights you could barely remember. Each photo with the power to kill you a little more.

It’s not long after your second movie of the night ends that you hear the sound of the front door opening. You hear some muffled conversation at the door before someone starts walking upstairs, only caring when it ends with someone stood at your door that you definitely didn’t want to see.

“Happy Valentines Day (Y/n),” Valerio smiles a little as he stands at the open door.

You swallow the lump in your throat and try to make yourself a little more presentable, pushing the laptop from your lap and brushing your hands over your hair, “What are you doing here Valerio?”

“The party wasn’t great,” He shrugs, “There was only one person I wanted to see.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” You defend, lifting your knees to your chest as you watch him intently from where you sat on your bed.

“It’s okay, your Mum was the one that let me in,” He points out, “Come on (Y/n). When we split up, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were meant to stay friends, still care about each other, and come back to each other when the time was right.”

“Things change,” You state simply, trying not to let your bottom lip tremble.

“Things change?” He laughs, “That’s what you’re giving me? Babe, things don’t change that much.”

He goes to walk over but you scramble quickly to stand from the bed, now standing on opposite sides.

“(Y/n) come on, what did I do wrong?” He sighs, “I changed. I sorted myself out, the drugs, the excessive drinking. I did it all because I wanted to be better, for you. To prove to you that I could actually be worthy for you. And this is what I get?”

“It’s not you Valerio, god, it’s not you. But I can’t-“ You wrap your arms over your chest as your voice breaks and your eyes fill with tears, “Just please go.”

He frowns at your response, not moving an inch.

“Valerio please go,” You whisper, through the building emotion that was now becoming impossible to ignore, “I can’t do this, you shouldn’t be here.”

Slowly, he moves around the bed so he’s now stood directly in front of you. His hands move cautiously to yours as he cautiously pulls your arms away from your chest and lets them remain at your sides. He laces one hand with yours and brings the other up to cup your cheek.

“Just... tell me to stop,” He mumbles, dipping down to your height and kissing you gently.

He’s fearful, utterly terrified of how you’d respond. And the kiss holds so much less confidence than he ever would have normally. He’s scared that this will be the mistake that makes him properly lose you. You find yourself melting into it, the feeling of his lips on yours being too perfect to defeat. But your mind always manages to catch up with your heart. And all you can think of is who had kissed those lips last. It wasn’t him.

You regain your composure and push him away from you, “You can’t do that Valerio. You can’t just come to my house and kiss me like everything’s going to be okay. You can’t do it.”

“(Y/n) you’re shaking,” Valerio comments, his brows furrowing, “What did I do? Just tell me what I’ve done.”

“Get out,” You say, covering your arms over your chest once again, “Please.”

“I’m not giving up on this (Y/n),” He shakes his head, “I’m not giving up on you.”

You remain silent, trembling in a mix of the cold and the self-loathing that coursed your veins.

“Okay,” He raises his hands in defeat, “I’ll leave.”

And he does.

- - - - - -

The following morning, you want nothing more than to avoid school completely. But your obsessive parents wouldn’t make that a possibility.

“(Y/n)!” It’s Guzmán that calls you, “I thought I’d see you at the party last night. It’s not like you to miss it.”

“I guess I just didn’t feel up to it,” You shrug, walking through to the classroom quickly.

He catches up, “What’s up with you? I feel like we barely see you anymore. You know you’ve got people if you need to talk about anything - right?”

You look at him and have to fight back the urge to smile and thank him, “Yeah, sure. But I’m fine.”

“Okay...” He nods, “Well, you know where I am.”

You go through to walk over to your seat, trying your best to keep your head down and avoid conversation with anybody else for the rest of the class.

It’s when you get to sit down that you open your book and see a note left in the front page. In scrawled handwriting that never seemed to improve.

‘If you won’t tell me what’s happened, I’ll wait. But whatever it is, however bad it gets, I told you I’m not giving up - V’

You glance up and see Valerio sat in his seat just a couple of rows in front, he doesn’t turn around or react to anything - but you know that he knows you’ve seen it. And it makes the guilt return like floodgates have opened.

You’re in a hurry as soon as you finish that class, rushing to find him like you needed to put an end to all of this as quickly as possible.

“Day one,” He comments as he sees you walk into the common room.

“Valerio this needs to stop,” You sigh, walking to stand beside the table where he sat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s not going to happen.”

“(Y/n) come on,” Lu speaks up from across the table, “We’ve all said it too, we miss you. It’s not the same without you and Valerios a lot more unbearable.”

You glance over at the group of eyes all looking back at you, realising now and only now would be a good time to finally confess to Valerio what had happened. All this time you’d been reluctant to tell him because it meant that you could still keep him, still keep his good opinion of you. Now, you knew that would change.

“Fine, Valerio, can I speak to you?” You turn back to him and he looks at you with a growing smile.

The rest of the group hurry to make themselves scarce as you take a seat across from him and sigh.

“We can’t be together,” You begin, “God, no matter how much I want to be with you, we can’t.”

He leans forward towards you and takes your hand, “What are you afraid of (Y/n)?”

You look into his eyes and almost, almost, melt at the sight, “When we were split up, on a break, whatever you want to call it. I had a lot of good days and bad days. And on the worst day of them all, I got mind-numbingly drunk, I was out at the club, and I met this guy and next thing I remember we-“

“You slept with somebody,” Valerio finishes for you, stopping you from speaking rapidly and panicking yourself.

You sigh and look down at your hands where he still hadn’t moved his grip from you, “I’m so sorry. You tried so hard to change things and to work things out for yourself. And I wanted nothing more than to come back to you once all of this had passed. But I made a mistake, an unforgivable mistake. And I don’t deserve yo-“

“Don’t say that,” He snaps quickly, “(Y/n), you’re right. You made a mistake. But unforgivable? We were broken up. You didn’t cheat on me because I know you never would. We both went through things in that time we were apart. Why would I care if you slept with some random guy that doesn’t mean anything? Because he doesn’t mean anything, right?”

“God, I don’t even know the guy’s name. And I all I could think about was yo-“

He squeezes your hand to stop you, “Then why would I hate you for that?”

“Are you serious?” You laugh a little, “Valerio I-“

He leans in close and keeps only an inch away from your face, “Tell me to stop.”

This time, you’re the one that closes the gap as you kiss him deeply, so much more certain than either of you had been yesterday.

“I love you (Y/n), nothings going to change that,” He mutters, kissing you again quickly, “And it looks like we’ve got an audience.”

You turn to look at the window of the common room where all of your friends were stood peering through the gaps in the blinds. They cheer as soon as they see you kiss, making you and Valerio laugh instantly. He turns and presses his forehead against yours, squeezing your hand.

“I’m not going to lose you.”