#valerio elite x reader

[bumblesimagines]

"Did you just show up conveniently, or is this another act in your never-ending drama?"

"Do they even know how much energy you're spending on their behalf?"

- Valerio Montesinos

"Did you just show up conveniently, or is this another act in your never-ending drama?"

"Do they even know how much energy you're spending on their behalf?"

pronouns:

"How many people did you invite, Rebe? It was supposed to be a small gathering amongst friends, not the whole damn school!" You watched the steady wave of students flow into your house, some faces familiar and others strangers. They tossed aside their belongings and made a mess of things as they roamed around the house, swaying to the music and drinking whatever they could get their hands on.

"Come on, (Y/N)! It's your 18th birthday." Rebeka cackled with glee, practically bouncing on her heels. "I promise this'll be a night you'll thank me for."

"Yeah, tell yourself that tomorrow when you help me clean up this mess." You sighed heavily and turned away from the protesting brunette, heading deeper into your house and praying your classmates behaved themselves.

"(Y/N)!"

"Ugh, fuck." You groaned and ran a hand over your face. The party was a headache you could nurse with beer, but an snobby ex-girlfriend? Nothing could nurse that sort of headache. You turned on your heel and regarded the blonde with lifted brows.

"We need to talk."

"We've talked already. You ditched me for your ex and the new kid and now one of them is gone. Go crawling back to Polo if you're lonely, Carla."

"Ooh, ouch." And the night got shittier. Your jaw clenched involuntarily at the mere sound of Valerio's voice. The boy had been a thorn in your side since he'd set foot in the school. From his constant pestering to his dealing to the way he never seemed to shut up, he got on each and every single one of your nerves. Even his sister looked exhausted of his molly-induced antics.

"Not now, Valerio." You groaned again and turned away from the curly-haired boy but he simply followed you through the crowd of bodies hanging around. He quickened his pace and slung an arm around your shoulder, one you quickly shoved away. "Did you just show up conveniently, or is this another act in your never-ending drama? You gonna try to sell me something? Or are you gonna swoop in, try to be a knight, and make a fool of yourself as always?"

"Someone's in a mood." Valerio whistled, whisking away a cup of god-knows-what from someone's hand and tossing a wink at them when they complained.

"Just fuck off."

"Have a drink, my angel." Valerio grinned cheekily and stepped infront of you, pressing the cup against your chest. He leaned in, bumping his nose against yours with twinkling eyes. "And happy birthday."

"Whatever." You muttered and took the cup from him, sparing him one last annoyed glance and slipping further into the crowd. Valerio watched you go with a small smile, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Stepping out of the crowd with her fingers wrapped around a pretty glass cup, Lu eyed her brother with raised brow and stepped closer. She followed his line of sight and snorted, shaking her head with a pitiful frown. "Do they even know how much energy you're spending on their behalf?"

"No." Valerio muttered. "But they'll see it eventually."

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[r0b1ns]

BOYFRIEND WHO GOES TO A PUBLIC SCHOOL - ELITE

X MALE READER

CHARACTERS: Samuel, Omar, Guzman, Ander, Polo, Patrick, Ivan, Valerio, Bilal

CW: none

WORD COUNT: 800+

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SAMUEL

He doesn't care.

Obviously.

You went to school together but separated when he went to the rich kids school.

You meet every day after classes to gossip.

If you need he helps you with school work

He's smart

He was never ashamed to admit to everyone you're dating

You like sitting on a cliff near you at night while he tells you about the assholes he goes to class with

GUZMAN

It took him long enough to actually start dating you.

Both because you're a guy and because of your money status.

So he keeps you a secret.

Of course you don't like it, but you understand.

You meet up almost every day in a secret place only the two of you know.

Or in your house, if your parents or whoever you live with know.

Eventually you get sick of hiding and you get into an argument.

You break up and he feels too miserable without you so he tells his friends first

And than his family

The don't take it so well, not because you're a guy, but because you're not rich.

But they get used to it

He invites you to every party he goes to

And buys you expensive things

You always tell him not to, he listens but occasionally still buys you something

OMAR

If you go to school together you're unseparatable.

You sit together every class, and if you have different ones you meet immediately after.

You try to keep it down and look life regular friends

So his family won't find out.

If you go to different schools you both snick in the middle of the day to meet halfway and smoke

Sometimes you get in trouble cause you arrive late to class

You love making jokes about samu and Nadia, how they're both with the rich kids they used to make fun of.

ANDER

He really doesn't care

Neither does his mom

You practically live with them

She really adores you.

You always go clubbing together, and Guzman really likes you

You make him happy and encourage him to send you to his father

Ander, unlike Guzman, doesn't buy you expensive shit.

He understands it makes you feel weird and respects it.

POLO

It took him time to accept it

He did grow up rich and IS rich

But with that character development I believe he'll be completely ok with it

His moms obviously dgaf about you being a guy, but the fact that you're not rich?

They'll accept it eventually too

He brings you to every event

He takes big pride in you, and if you have a school dance or something he'll absolutely go with you

He likes buying you stuff, but you made a deal it won't be too often or too expensive.

He even picks you up from school sometimes.

PATRICK

He doesn't care, but he does use it as a rebellious act towards his father

He invites you to his house constantly.

Doesn't buy you things, but he does pay for dinner, clubs, drinks etc..

He's afraid you're with him only for his money

He has some trust issues

So he pushes you away.

But you're stubborn and don't give up easily

You constantly have to reassure him you live him and he deserves happiness

IVAN

He honestly doesn't even thinks about that sort of things

He likes you because of you, not your money.

After his dad accepts himself he's very chill with you,

If you like football you're his new best friend.

Ivan prefers staying at your house, to escape all that partying his dad does.

He likes your house, it's small and cozy, and quiet.

He sometimes wishes he was normal like you, not famous dad, no too much money on his hands, but you have to remind him that he's very privileged and he needs to appreciate.

Doesn't like showing up at your school, there are a lot of fans and he doesn't like the attention

VALERIO

Totally ok with it.

Likes to shove your relationship to his dad

He's very handsy with you no matter where or who you're with

Takes you to every club known to men

Buys you so many drinks

Treats you like a prince

If someone says something about you he's already there kicking their ass

He likes randomly showing up to your classes and getting you in trouble so he can have more time with you

BILAL

Doesn't give two shits

He wasn't interested in your money status before and does not now

He even feels more at ease with you because he's surrounded with a lot of rich people, and you make him feel equal

Idk where he lives but you two like going out more than staying home

Just sitting in a random park or abandoned site.

It takes the pressure off of him to be with someone who gets him

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!GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

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[theesirenteller]

❝Wait- we’re having a baby?❞

Valerio Montesinos Rojas x F!OC Lolitá

"Valerio, estoy embarazada."

I'm pregnant .

"What?!" The Diplomat Heir yelled out from across the indoor pool room. The vibrant reggaeton music blared from the speakers; causing a vibration rattle to the glass walls and windows. The fluffy-haired male only shot her an intoxicated smile before continuing to sway his hips and dance to the music. Valerio jumped around as the beat sped up.

Lolitá sighed and chewed at the side of her lip. Her pineapple juice trembled within the flute glass that she held onto tightly. The familiar sense of nausea crept up the back of her throat. The in-between of her toes grew sweaty like her armpits and neck. Her head began to throb as her eyes grew blurry. Oh, how she wished she wasn't a coward. Lolitá had been with Valerio for over six months now and with both of their track records regarding relationships, that was the closest to serious either of them had ever gotten. She loved him. She loved him more than she ever thought she loved anyone, even herself. He was truly one of a kind. Not just as a lover but just as a person in general. So wild at heart, so upbeat, and felt his emotions deeply, embraced every and any emotion he felt. And Lolita didn't want to lose him. Or be the cause of breaking his sobriety.

The pair had met at an overpriced Rehab facility in Italy. He made the once dreary place turn to sunshine. They'd recovered from their addictions and as a result of that became addicted to each other. Valerio took her everywhere with him. Now that he managed Carla's winery, he was busy quite a lot. "Co- dependants" was what Lolitá's psychiatrist called them. The shrink was shortly fired after that. Lolitá lived in a blissful delusion when it came to her relationship. As long as they weren't cheating on one another or doing drugs…then they were perfect.

"Fuck." she cursed to herself and just as she was about to get from her seat, Lolitá was tackled onto her back by Valerio. "¡Idiota! You're gonna suffocate me!" she wheezed as he smothered her with kisses.

Valerio could be the living embodiment of the phrase 'Golden Retriever Boyfriend'. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. His palms gripped her breasts as he kissed her neck. His long fingers tugged at the skimpy strings of her bikini top as he playfully bit at her ear, "Aw mí flor no seas así." my flower don't be like that.

He then cupped her face in his hands as he placed a kiss on her forehead " Why so tense baby?" he asked with a thick accent.

This was it. It was now or never.

"Because…" she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "I'm pregnant."

"Wait, so…we're having a baby? Un chiquito Valerio y Lolitá?" His questioning tone slowly turned to one that was filled with excitement. " Por favor, open your eyes, Litá." Valerio laughed.

And so she did. "You aren't upset?"

"Upset? No! This is amazing. Una regalo de Dios." it's a gift from god." He smiled. He then proceeded to place a soft kiss of reassurance to her lips. To which Lolitá kissed him with a passionate embrace. Her arms wrapping around his neck. Happiness vibrating off of the both of them.

Valerio pulled away for a moment to reveal to mischievous smirk. "We're gonna throw the biggest party to celebrate. Wait until Lu finds out she's going to be uná tiá."

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[peikos]

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

Things they might do if they have a crush on you (Headcanons) (Seperate) Carla / Valerio / Lucrecia x Genderneutral Reader

Series: Elite Words: 530+

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Carla: 161 Words -I could honestly see her buying you your favorite snacks and drinks before school merely to make your day a little brighter and, at the same time, make sure you eat and drink something throughout the day.

-I truly believe that she trusts you a lot, so she comes to you first whenever she's feeling down. You're her anchor. You keep her secure and from falling apart.

-Maybe she'd like to set up a movie night every Friday or Saturday. Where it's just you both, talking from light to weighty topics and watching your favorite movies.

-Carla probably likes going to restaurants too, but she may insist that she pays every second time (especially if you come from a poorer family)

-She probably cares about your family's/friends opinion a lot and tries to make a good impression every time.

-Carla would maybe make you try some of her hobbies,  hoping that you like them.

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Valerio: 163 -Valerio would glance at you whenever he got a chance to, trying not to get noticed by anyone.

-If you are into clubbing, he may buy you some drinks, either alcoholic or not. As long as they're delicious (and expensive), he'll buy them for you.

-Valerio would ask you to tutor him quite often. And if you should accept, he'll be looking at you for most of the time, trying to remember every detail on your face and form.

-He'd drop by your place quite often and hang out. Bonus if you have Animals, he would pet them the whole time.

-Valerio would try and stick to you during and outside school. I believe that he thinks that he has to watch over you, kind of like in a big brother way.

-He'd bring you your preferred drink every morning, hoping it'll wake you up. He would melt if you'd smile at him after.

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Lucrecia: 179 -Lucrecia tries to act independently, even in front of you, but there are times when she has to get a hug from you. It'll calm her nerves and helps her forget everything.

-She asks to come over quite often and tries to make it a sleepover. Whenever you've fallen asleep before her, Lucrecia caresses your cheek, looking at you quite lovingly.

-Although she does love expensive things, I could see her appreciating every small thing you'd do for her. If it's either holding a door open or even giving her a handmade gift. It's going to stick in her head for quite a while.

-She'd maybe get jealous often, perhaps a little more if you're hanging out with Carla or Nadia.

-I could see her as someone who likes PDA. She may hang off your arm quite often, and she'll melt if you would do the same.

-She would try to get you to meet her family early in her crush. I believe she seeks their validation and would hope her parents say that they'll like you.

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I'm happy to say that I'll be posting again, and honestly? I’m very happy to post this!  Anyway, I'm happy to say that I've also been working on my requests (which I thank you for dearly. I'm hoping to get them out soon :] I wish you all an awesome day/night and if you liked these short headcanons, feel free to like, reblog and perhaps even comment :]

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[fortheboyzzz]

Trophy Husband

Valerio X Male Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request:  Valario and reader domestic scenario?

You yawned and rubbed your eyes as you made your way down to your kitchen, following a delicious smell. When you woke this morning, you found that your boyfriend Valerio wasn’t by your side, so you went to look for him.

“And he’s awake!” Valerio said, greeting you with a kiss and placing a warm mug in your hand. He was in his underwear and your robe that was now basically his with the number of times he had stolen it from you. “Good morning. Also I couldn’t figure out how to work the espresso machine so I made tea instead.”

“Thanks,” you murmured, still only half awake.

Then he turned your attention to the kitchen island where there was an omelette and  some toast with jam topped off with a mimosa all laid out for you. “I’ve made your favourite,” he said, rubbing your shoulders.

You took a long sip of your tea as you waited for your tiredness to wear off. “So you made me tea and breakfast? What did you do now?”

“What? I can’t just make my boyfriend a nice breakfast?” he asked.

You pressed your lips together, pretending that you needed to ponder the question. “Unless you're making up for something, no,” you said, then you look at him. “I’m teasing.” You  gave him a kiss on the cheek before hopping onto the island and digging into the omelette. “Wow, this is actually really good, mmm…” you said, placing the first bite in your mouth. 

“Right?” 

“No seriously, this is really good. Have you thought about going to culinary school?”

“Well that would go against my dream of becoming a trophy husband.” Valerio teased, placing himself in between your legs.

“Trophy husband, hm? I do like the sound of that, but there’s just one little thing.”

“Yes?”

You gently turned his chin towards the mess in the living room left over from the party two nights ago. Empty cups and cans scattered all over the place along with decorations. “We’ll have to work on your cleaning skills.”

“But you can’t say I’m not a great host,” he counteracted.

“The word ‘host’ would imply that this is actually your house,” you teased, bringing him to your lips again. “But  seriously though, my dad will kill me if he sees this mess.”

“Okay, I'll clean after breakfast,” he said as he took a bite of the toast.

“Hey! That’s mine.”

“I made it.”

“With the food  from my kitchen,” you said, only for him to smile at you and take another bite. You shook your head. “You’re lucky you're cute.”

“You think I’m cute?”

You playfully pushed his shoulder. “Shut up.”  

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[yourforgottenbookshelf]

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.”

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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.

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“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.

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[d-targaryenshoe]

Pink Haze - Samuel Garcia

Word Count: 2354

Summary: A Valentines day party never ends well when drinking and love is involved, right?

14th February, a day you'd rather not celebrate in a part where it was all about the amount of money that was being collected as everyone tried to purchase themselves a date. 

It wasn't your favorite party this far but you didn't have any choice since Rebeka basically forced you to go, making sure she wouldn't make a fool of herself. 

"This is some fucking shit you're pulling on me." You inhaled the smoke of your cigarette, leaning against the wall as you were dressed in a pink satin two-piece. "I know I'm single but still, joder."

"See? You're single, there are a lot of choices tonight." Rebeka winked at you, accepting the cigarette you were holding out, slightly smirking. "It's one big dinner, one fucking tasty dinner."

"You know what's a dinner, eh? Eating pizza, masturbating, and drowning yourself in wine." You tried to be serious but seeing Rebeka's face you both fell into a fit of laughter. "See?"

"Just try to see if there's someone you like." Rebeka shrugged, destroying the cigarette under her pink boots.

"You two truly look superior, have you seen him yet?" Cayetana nervously shifted back and forth, not truly feeling at her safest at this point. "Yes or no, will do."

You and Rebeka shook your heads in a no, making Cayetana rub her forehead. "Fuck, I don't want to start a conversation with him."

"You don't have to, eh? We are with you." Rebeka smiled, throwing her arm around Caye's shoulder as she leaned her head against Cayetana's, chuckling softly. "No worries."

"Caye, can we talk?"

You turned around noticing the prince standing behind Cayetana, scratching the back of his neck as he already felt the two stares of you and Rebeka.

"No, you cannot, and you wanna know why, eh? It's because you can't keep your rich dirty hands to yourself but instead of that you use our friend as the prey for your sick fantasies, the only thing I can ask, is to kindly fuck off and search for another target tonight, día de San Valentín (Valentine's Day), my ass." You pointed at the door, giving him one of your hardest glares before he got the hint, stepping towards the door.

"You really shouldn't have done that, y/n." Cayetana sighed as she took the glass of champagne from a waiter expressing a quiet 'thank you. "He and Paris Hilton are practically teaming up against me, you made it worse."

"I'm not shitting myself for her, he created this, vale (okay)?" You shrugged your shoulders, glancing at Rebeka as she nodded, knowing it was certainly Philipe who began all of this. "See?"

"He's a dick, won't deny that, but he brought this on himself, Caye, y/n's right." Rebeka lit herself another cigarette, inhaling the smoke. "Although that shower of soda at the movie last week, was a-maz-ing."

The three of you fell into a fit of laughter, remembering how Cayetana turned her back to grab the cup of Soda from Philipe's hand and spill it all over Isadora's head.

"Ah, we're having a nice time, gossiping about the new girl I see?"

The three of you noticed Isadora walking up to you, dressed in a baby pink two-piece decorated with a bow on her chest and two feather gloves as her hair was decorated with silver pearls. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She rolled her eyes at Rebeka, giving each of you a glowing number in a heart-shaped necklace. "That's your number for tonight, you should get in, you're already fucking with my schedule."

"Your schedule?" Cayetana furrowed her eyebrows at the girl, positioning her number 39 around her neck. "You? A schedule? Okay."

"She's right, a schedule? Since when do you have a schedule? I thought your schedule was just the moment when you swallowed pills or sniffed powder?" You smirked to yourself as you detected how fast her smile faded. 

"You see, y/n is having a good time already, so how about you leave us to it?" Rebeka fake-smiled at the blonde girl, still holding her number 13 in her hands. "You're not going to give up are you?"

Isadora shook her head, placing your number 20 around your neck, patting your cheek, before opening the door as the four of you began to walk inside the pink-decorated party.

"What the hell is this? Did Barbie throw up in here?" Cayetana chuckled to herself, crossing her arms.

"Babes, how's it going? Let me clarify a little bit to you how this whole thing functions, yeah? Everyone here tonight has an app on our phones. Associate and keep an eye out for the person you like the most and make a mental note of the number they're wearing, next up you go back into the app and enter the number, that's how you're going to put bids in for that person, that's how you'll score your date" Isadora talked through the microphone, standing behind her booth.

"Okay first off all, what kind of shit is that, what am I? An antique vase?" You looked to your left, where Rebeka was still standing a few moments ago, and so was Cayetana, but now no one was. "How lovely.."

"y/n? Sorry, my name's Ivan, one of the new guys, nice to meet you." A tanned boy spoke up, handing you a mojito cocktail, kissing both your cheeks in courtesy. "You look incredible tonight."

You chuckled to yourself, setting your lips to the straw, noticing how the boy didn't move for an inch, still beaming at you, making it almost creepy. "I'm gonna go and check out the stage of Paris Hilton, I'll see you at school, yeah?"

"Sure, have a nice time!" He yelled over the music as you put your hand in the air, showing him that you've heard what he had yelled to you.

You stepped closer and closer to the stage as you heard some funky music being played by Isadora, even though the blonde DJ looked rather frustrated before she held a pink microphone and two girls started to point with pink guns.

"Babes, I want everyone to pay attention to me because this Valentine's day party is about to get real spicy about fucking now." She strode over the small catwalk, catching your eyes as she smirked. "Cupid was also invited and as the host, I do need to ask him this, who's your first target?"

Fake gunshots were heard through the venue until a spotlight was shining down on you and two guns pointed in the direction as well, as you facepalmed yourself, wanting to disappear into the ground and never come back.

"y/n, our loner of this evening, I love this." Isadora laughed, strolling down the stage as she held your hand, leading you up the small stairs. "Jeez, live a little, let loose, right now I'm not your rival, I'm the fucking host."

"Well, hello hello hello, what do you guys think of this good looking snack, eh?" Isadora grinned at the audience as they started applauding and screaming at the view of the two of you. "That's what I thought!"

You turned the button in your head as you started moving your body to the reggaeton song that was playing, stepping towards the end of the catwalk and back to Isadora.

"Isn't she hot?" The crowd started cheering once again. " Alright party people, there you have it in lights, number 20, the only back luck that this number might bring you tonight is if someone takes her home and that special someone isn't you." 

"Now I want to wet my tongue for a bit, joder (fuck)." You walked off the stage, stealing a girl's glass of whiskey, drinking it as a shot while the liquid raced down your throat before you muttered a quiet sorry to her, handing her the empty glass back.

"You are starting to reach your high, no?" Rebeka laughed, putting a hand on your shoulder before Cayetana joined the two of you, carrying three vodka red bulls, handing each one of you a glass.

"Reaching my high? Nah, that's only when I've had a good fuck, Rebe, Caye, come on, join y/n's late-night dirty talk." You smiled, kissing your best friend's cheek, and placing your arm around her shoulder. "Have you seen someone you want to fuck yet?"

Rebeka snorted at your bold question but decided to keep quiet and just take a sip from her glass, staring at the two of you.

"Honestly, no, boys aren't the main concern for me at the moment, y/n." Cayetana sighed, placing her head on top of yours, slowly moving from side to side on the music, sipping from her glass. "What about you?"

"Well I have for the last five years, the most well-known waiter of Las Encinas, Samuel Garcia, everyone fucking knows, why would you even ask that shit to me, Caye." You muttered, emptying the glass and slamming it down onto the round table. "Otra ronda de tragos! (another round of drinks!)"

You felt Rebeka place an arm around your waist, leading you away from the table with booze. "Eh, y/n, you've had enough, joder (fuck), you should head home and sleep it all out."

"She's right, y/n, we'll find someone to bring you home or to nap somewhere, you're too far gone," Cayetana spoke as she attempted to hold in her laugh while you ignored both of them and moved your hips to the reggaeton music, booing Isadora who was trying to sort out her music. 

"Caye, stay here with her, I'm gonna search for him." Rebeka pointed at your dancing body before walking off and searching for Samuel in the mass of drunk and dancing teenagers.

Coming to a halt she noticed Samuel standing in a corner, taking a sip from his beer, awkwardly moving to the music, catching Rebeka walking up to him. 

"Can y/n sleep at yours?" She questioned, taking away his beer, giving it over to a random student, and placing her hands on her hips. "coño (fuck), you here?"

"Come again? Sleep at mine?" Samuel furrowed his eyebrows, putting his hands in the pockets of his purple jacket, slightly turning red on his face. "Rebe, you know I can't."

"So now you're shitting your pants? Because I ask you if the girl you've been jerking off to since forever can sleep at your place because she's fucking drunk and doesn't notice the difference between a unicorn or a horse at this point?" She rambled, shoving his shoulder in frustration. 

"No, it's because it's y/n, she's not Carla or Ari, you know that shit too." He sighed.

"So you'll do it?" Rebeka lifted an eyebrow at the boy, holding her arm out, signaling for him to start walking with her.

"If this turns out bad, I'll forever hate you," Samuel murmured as he started to follow Rebeka through the crowd, coming to a halt when he caught you dancing on stage with Isadora while Cayetana shouted at you to come down.

He placed his hand on Caye's shoulder, climbing on stage himself before he took a hold of your hand, drawing you away from Isadora, helping you down the small stairs. 

"Samu! You've been hiding from me all night eh? Shame on you." You put a hand on your heart, pulling a face as if you were in serious pain, making him chuckle. "Oh, it laughs."

"Come on, I have the duty of keeping you away from doing anything idiotic, so let's go," Samuel said, guiding you out of the building.

To say that the way to Samu's house went smoothly was an understatement, aside from the moments when you walked up to strangers, threw up in trash cans, and climbed on statues, everything went pretty well as you arrived at his front door.

"There's only one bed, I don't know how you feel about sharing." Samuel scratched the back of his neck as he threw his keys on the kitchen table, taking off his jacket while pouring you a glass of water. "y/n?"

"Sharing is fine, I may be drunk, but the company of a friend is always nice." You opened the zipper from your satin skirt as you stepped out of it, noticing Samuel taking in a breath. "Fucking hell, Samu, it's just a skirt, yeah?"

You accepted the glass of water, taking a sip from it, before turning your back towards Samuel, pointing at the buttons of your satin top on the back. "Wanna help for a sec?"

"Vale (okay), of course, I'm not the best with buttons, so.." You fiddled with your fingers while you felt Samuel working on the buttons on your top until the straps fell on the sides of your shoulders. 

You pulled the top over your head, putting it on the kitchen stool before strolling over to Samu's bedroom, already knowing your way in this house after 5 years, dragging the sheets over your body, you turned on your side, feeling the bed descent, but already being slipping into the darkness.

It was easy to say that last night you did let yourself go, opening your eyes you noticed Samuel sitting at his desk, headphones on his head while fulfilling an assignment for school, beaming to yourself you pushed yourself off the bed, sneaking up to him quietly.

You placed your arms around his neck, placing your head on his shoulder, smiling to yourself before he took the headphones off his head. "Slept well?"

You nodded your head on his shoulder, rotating around the desk chair on wheels, softly sitting down on his lap, leaning your forehead against his. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For putting up with me yesterday, for the last five years, for being you?" You shrugged your shoulders, noticing his stare. "What?"

"Can I kiss you?" He placed his hand on your hips, already regretting his words. "I shouldn't ha-"

Before he could answer you placed your lips on his, placing your hand on his cheek, as he got up from the chair and carried you back to the bed, recreating his own pink haze.

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[marvel-ousnesss]

Unrequited (Valerio x reader)

Warnings: angst, use of drugs, alcohol, cursing, cheating, breakup, mentions of Valerio x Lucrecia 

Word count: 2000-ish

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I hadn't been motivated to write anything until recently. As always, I love to hear comments, thoughts and feedback. Also, thank you so much for supporting my work, hope you enjoy 💜

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“Stop it, Valerio.” You abruptly close the book you're holding, eyeing the teacher as you place it on the desk. “They won't even let me get out of the house.”

He had been nagging you all week long about some party he was dying to go to, and you wanted to, really. The only problem was that, a few days ago, the two of you had dragged Guzman on a nightly adventure to the beach, which seemed right at the moment, since he had spent the whole summer sulking. Your dad practically had to drag you home by an ear, and, to say the least, your family didn’t wanna hear a beat about parties or your friends any time soon.

He scoffs, “seriously? Your parents are like the chillest people ever, they weren’t even that mad.”

Incredulous, you look at him up and down, betrayed by the amused grin that flicks on the corner of your lips. “Just checking, were you there on Thursday? One step out of line, and I'll be walking around with an ankle monitor.”

“Y/N, Valerio, is my class, perchance, interrupting your conversation? Should I take it elsewhere?”

With a quick apology and a glare at your boyfriend, cutting the conversation was cut short. However, it was naive to think he'd just settle for the answer you had given him.

“Whatever, Y/N," he grumbles. "I’m sure They'll let you if I,” he frames his face and smiles coyly, “am the one who asks.”

"Geez, why didn't I think of that!". Turning the page of your textbook, you deadpan. "Oh, right, dick-in-a-sock incident.”

Valerio lowers himself on his seat as his face embraces a new tone of crimson. After a second, he recovers. “Can't believe you brought up that teeny-tiny mistake of mine. Low, Y/L/N, even for you.”

You open your mouth to respond, but the bell rings.

When it stops, you continue, “Seriously, V, they've been all over me these last few days, it's a long shot.”

Both of you get out of the classroom and begin to make your way to the lockers. “Just tell them Polo’s gonna be there, don’t they love Polo?”

You sigh, checking the time on your phone. You only have fifteen minutes before your next class began, and, honestly, lack the energy to spend them trying to knock some sense into your mule of a boyfriend.

“Fine,” you settle. “I’ll call them in a minute. But, don’t get your hopes up.”

“Too late.” With a captivating smile, he leans in and pecks your cheek.

After you agreed to at least call your parents, Valerio's mood improved considerably the rest of the day. The rest of the classes went by uneventfully; before you knew it, you found yourself in the car, duffle in hand, on your way to the Montesinos'.

You arrive at their house and let yourself inside, leaving your stuff at the door and heading straight to the kitchen, looking for something to drink. When you turn around to face the stairs, Lu’s making her way down.

"So, how did you manage to dodge your sentence this time?"

"Haggled my freedom, sort of." You place a glass on the table and open the fridge to fetch a bottle of sparkling water.

She rolls her eyes and sighs, exasperated. "A call from my dad would’ve done it".

"Thanks, but it wasn’t that bad, really, " you assure, pouring some water into the glass then cutting a lemon in half. "Just have to take my brother to some birthday party next week and, in exchange, they gave me their blessing for Valerio's thing, and let me stay at yours after."

"God, Y/N, you complain about my brother 24/7 and, in the end, the two of you are just as stubborn."She grabs an apple and takes a bite. "You could've saved yourself the trouble completely."

"Oh, well."You take a seat by the kitchen bar. "Guess it takes one to know one."

"Anyway, what are you wearing tonight?"

You unlock your phone and browse through the gallery. When you find the picture, you stop and point a finger at her. "You're gonna hate me. " You show her the screen smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh, my fucking god, Y/N! How- I- is that the Valentino you were drooling over the other day?"

You just grin.

"You, bitch, how did you get your hands on that?"

"Aunt Millicent."

"Of course," she huffs.

"Turns out that there were a few perks of her going off to Milan." You shrug. "But that's not important right now, what are you gonna wear?"

With that. she drags you up the stairs and into her room. You spend the rest of the afternoon immersed in makeup experiments and debates about fashion until Valerio and Guzman shout your names to start pregaming.

You enter the party together and go straight to the most vacant area of the VIP zone. After grabbing the first round, you join the others at the table and sit down with Polo and Carla for a few drinks. The group remains wrapped in conversation until Ander walks up to his friends and drags them to the bar, probably to tell them about his most recent disagreement with Omar. Soon after, Lucrecia makes eye contact with Nadia, muttering something about her daring to come, and standing up with a huff. Knowing she's physically incapable of keeping herself out of trouble, Carla stands up with a roll of her eyes and follows her.

Valerio lets his arm fall around you and chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. "And then, there were two."

“Wanna get high?" You don't wait for him to answer verbally. Instead, you grab his hands and pull the two of you to stand up.

He laughs, grabbing a bottle of whatever was on the table beside yours.

The two of you sprinted to the nearest restroom in a fit of giggles and lock the door behind you. He puts the bottle on the counter and reaches his pockets, freezing as soon as he lifts his gaze. You dig into your clutch and shake a small bag in his face.

"My treat," you grin, resembling a kid in a candy store.

"Oh, my, little miss Y/LN!" he gasps in fake horror. "What happened to the ankle monitor you were telling me about."

"I won’t tell if you won’t."You smirk, carefully arranging the lines.

The party comes to an end a few minutes before sunrise. You reunite with Lucrecia and Guzman by the entrance of the club and the four of you get in the Montesinos' car. Your head rests on Valerio's chest and he traces lazy patterns on the skin of your arm and shoulder.

When you make it to the house, Lucrecia doesn't waste a minute to drag a tipsy Guzman upstairs, waving a quick goodbye on her way. You giggle, well aware of your friends' plans for the night. Then, you head to the kitchen for a snack.

"Confess it." Your boyfriend stares at you from the stairs, arms crossed over his chest. "The only reason you ever visit is that we have a better pantry."

"To be honest, I thought you already knew that." You grab a pack of chips and walk toward his bedroom, passing by him and kissing his nose softly.

You don't fall asleep that night, writhing in Valerio's arms and debating whether or not to go find something for the hangover that was already beginning to haunt you. When you open your eyes, the first rays of sunlight are already peeking through the window. You decide to get out of bed. You throw the blanket off you and turn, expecting to see your boyfriend, but only find a mess of his blankets instead. You check the time on your cell phone: 8:22 a.m.

Seeing no point in continuing your attempts to get some sleep, you put on the shirt that was laying on Valerio's desk chair and leave the room. As you're crossing the hall to the pool, you hear noises coming through Lucrecia's door. For a moment, you think it may be her and Guzman, but remember hearing him say that he had to go home at dawn to get to a swimming competition.

You try to ignore the noise and convince yourself it's none of your business; but, when you continue to walk away, your ears are invaded by a voice you knew quite well. "It couldn't, they can't-, they're...", a million thoughts invade you. You take a deep breath and to open the door.

There are no words to describe the feeling of your heart being ripped in the blink of an eye. Your legs threaten to collapse and blood rushes to your head, making you dizzy for a brief moment. Not only do you find your boyfriend in the bed, with an unreadable expression coating his face, but you find your best friend redhanded, looking right at you like a deer in headlights.

You don't even try to digest the scene; instead, you run out of the house, suddenly not caring about your current apparel. Part of you wanted to shout what you had seen, to ruin them, but they meant too most to you. You couldn't do it, no matter how much you wanted to get it off your chest.

Luckily, your house was empty. You went straight upstairs and locked yourself in your room for the rest of the morning. You did whatever you could to take your head off what you had seen, but nothing worked. In the end, you wrote it down, desperate to get it out somehow. You hadn't opened your diary since you were twelve, but it was relieving; a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

You spend the remaining of the day so deep in thought, that you didn't even notice your family arriving from the park. You drifted off to sleep after working on some homework, only to be woken up by our brother's voice.

"Y/N, your boyfriend's here!" Hearing the word sends a jab of pain through your body. However, you reply, "I'll be down in a second."

You put on a hoodie, some shoes and leave the fort that was your room. Your parents are focused on a movie, so you take the opportunity to step into the backyard with Valerio.

You face him, trying to appear emotionless, even if your bloodshot eyes give you away.The childish gleam in his face is nowhere to be found, his shoulders are more drooping than normal, and his eyes are almost as red as yours. You wonder if it's because of the crying or the cocaine.

“How long?”

“Before I went abroad.”

You attempt to walk back into the house, but he grabs and pulls your arm, begging you to stay and listen.

You sigh. “I won't say anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He stays silent for a few seconds, bringing himself to believe that your thoughts on him were actually that low. Then he mumbles, “I don’t care about that, I know it’s unorthodox, and that you’re probably gonna stop talking to us now, and-“

You didn’t have the energy to hear him ramble. “Look, yes, I’m really shaken, to say the least, it's the first time I’ve seen something like that.” You grimaced. “But, the point is you betrayed my trust, V! Completely!” Your voice shakes, you try to clear your throat but it comes out as a sob. “I- even if it hadn’t been her, you hurt me. You promised you’d never do it, but you did!

He takes your hands, and, even if you don’t resist, feels how tense that makes you. Hours prior, it would’ve been comforting. “And I’m sorry, really. I did it without thinking, Y/N/N, it won’t happen again.”

You pull your hands out of his. “Please, V, it’s been happening for more than a year, half of the time we’ve been dating.”

He stays quiet.

You quietly question, “do you still love me?”

This time, his bottom lip quivers and his voice cracks when he answers. “I care about you, a lot, you know that.”

That’s the last you bear to hear. You avert your eyes from him. “I forgive you. You can go now.”

“Y/N/N…” He moves closer to you, but you shake your head, stopping him.

“Please,” you croak.

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[cacoetheswriting]

valerio montesinos headcanon: being best friends would include

Request: anonymous: “May i request being best friends with Valerio from elite headcanons?” 

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being there for each other 100%

laughing at his stupid jokes

doing homework together

and as always you end up doing most of the work

playing video games together

he likes to rest his head on your shoulder

lots of friendly flirting

to the point that everyone around you is surprised you’re not dating

drunken dance parties in your bedroom

valerio loves to play practical jokes so you often find yourselves in the midst of some sort of prank war

h u g g i n g

totally getting matching tattoos

lazy days

silly little arguments

frequently engaging in illegal activities 

(one of both your favourites being dining and dashing)

he's very loyal and very protective, just as you are of him

watching shitty movies

going shopping together

being each others “dates” to parties etc.

your feelings for one another have never been romantic

although you have made a pact that if you’re both single by 30 you would get married

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[siriusblacksbxtch]

Hey can I get an Elite imagine Valerio x M!Reader x Polo where the reader basically replaces Cayetana in the pool scene. Honestly, I just want filthy smut with them pleasing and seducing the male reader, because the reader is bi-curious. Thankx!

A/N: Polo and Val were so hot

Vale- Okay

Mierda- shit

Study Session

Pairing: Polo x Valerio x male!reader

Warnings: smut, pool sex, threesome, a lot of dirty talk, light choking, filth

Summary: Y/n thought they just wanted to study

You sighed roughly, pulling at your tie as you entered Polo’s house. Your books felt as if they were breaking your wrist, running a hand over your face as you made your way to Polo’s room.

“Y/n!” Valerio cheered childishly as you entered.

You looked to see Polo leaning back against his headboard, smiling up at you, with Val laying on the boy’s stomach.

You nodded in greeting to the boys, shrugging off your blazer and sliding off your shoes before jumping into the bed beside them.

“What’s wrong, hm?” Polo noticed your tired eyes, running a hand through your hair.

You held back a soft moan, cheeks flushing red as you shook your head back and forth.

Valerio shared a grin with Polo, the two boys eyeing you up every chance they got.

“Fucking Martin is killing me,” you sighed. Pressing your palms to your eyes, shaking your head lightly.

Valerio tsked, running a finger under your jawline to make you look up once again.

“By the pool?” Polo asked as he stood, grabbing your books and his own.

“Vale.” Valerio helped pull you off the bed as you both followed Polo outside, the warmth of his hand burning into your back as he led you to one of the daybeds.

You sat down on the edge, Polo once again leaning against the headboard, and Val deciding to use your thigh as a pillow.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest, suddenly realizing how attractive both of your friends were.

You figured everyone found Polo attractive, how could they not? And the same went for Val when he wasn’t high out of his mind.

Unforunaltey for you, you had never realized the two’s quiet whispers about how they wanted to bend you over your desk in class.

“Are you paying attention?” Polo asked with a grin. You shook your head apologetically, puffing out your cheeks as your eyes met his.

You opened your mouth to reply, but it was cut off by a breathy gasp.

Valerio was pressing hot kisses to your clothed thigh, and if he were to move over he would be mouthing at your dick.

Polo seemed to notice the conflicted look in your eyes, leaning up so he was on his knees in front of you.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow kiss.

“Is this okay?” Polo smirked at your lust filled eyes, giving him a slow nod.

Valerio then sat up, winking at you as he too kissed you. His kiss was a lot rougher, more fire behind it.

A small gasp left you when his hands went to your ass, pulling you onto his lap so you straddled him.

You felt Polo kissing at your neck, cold hands sliding up your shirt and moving to rub at your chest.

“Mierda.” You gasped, pulling away from Val’s lips.

A low moan pulled from you when Polo pulled the other boy in to a seering kiss, feeling Val’s hardening cock press into yours, and Polo’s press into your back.

“Okay?” Polo muttered against your shoulder as he slowly pulled up your shirt, earning a nod from you.

“So hot,” Valerio grinned.

He and Polo watched you with fiery eyes. Valerio had caught Polo watching you millions of times at school, doing it himself quiet often.

You were definitely the most reserved of your group, which isn’t saying much considering how flamboyant Lu and Guzmán could be.

But now, seeing your eyes roll into the back of your head, and muttering curses under your breath, was such a sight.

Polo untangled himself from you and Val, pulling off his shirt with a smile.

You looked at him in confusion, Valerio continuing to leave hickies on your skin.

“Pool,” was all Polo said, jumping in once he had completely stripped.

“Up for it, handsome?” Valerio winked as his hands moved to undo your belt, palming your erection through your boxers for good measure.

You rutted your hips against his hand, not caring how desprate you looked.

“Oye.” Polo whistled at you both, wanting you back in his grasp.

You and Val both stripped, the curly headed boy shoving you into the pool with a laugh before diving after you.

As soon as you resurfaced, Polo’s arms were at your waist, pressing a finger to your entrance.

A loud moan ripped from your chest, Valerio palming himself at the noise while Polo had a smug grin. You wrapped a leg around Polo’s waist, both of your hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly.

Polo found himself growing harder at the whimpers he could bring from you, just with his fingers. Without a warning, he pressed in another, smirking when he felt you trying to bounce on his fingers.

“Fuck, right there,” you whined.

“Beg.”

You almost gaped at Polo’s words, but before you could reply Valerio was pulling your hair roughly, his free hand squeezing your ass.

“Come on, handsome,” He pressed a kiss to your neck as Polo slowly began to add another finger.

“Fuck, Polo. Please, please fuck me. Need you to open me up, please.”

Valerio audibly moaned at your words, Polo grinning at him. The two leaned over your shoulder to kiss, and you peppered kisses across Val’s neck as they did so.

“Vale?” Val whispered, biting the bottom of your ear.

“Vale.”

You gasped as Polo brushed against your prostate, rolling your head forward to rest on his shoulder.

His eyes were nearly black, having wanted you like this for years. Struggling for air as you ground down against his hand, desprate for friction.

Suddenly, he removed his fingers, a low whine coming from you as he did so.

“Y/n.” You turned to Valerio, seeing him say with his legs spread against the steps of the pool.

You quickly moved toward him, grinning as he fisted your hair in his hand. He was sat with his legs apart, his cock standing straight up and leaking.

You didn’t waste any time, taking him all the way down your throat.

“Motherfucker,” Val thrusted his hips up, a sharp twist of your hair making you moan.

Tears pricked the side of your eyes, but you didn’t care, moving your head up and down as he fucked into your throat.

“Who knew pretty boy was so good at taking dick, hm?” Valerio winked when you looked up at him, Polo coming to his side and kissing him roughly.

With his free hand, Val moved to slowly stoke Polo, biting his lip roughly.

After a while, you noticed the hitch in Valerio’s breathing, Polo seeming to notice to as he pulled away from the boy.

Instead, he moved behind you, replacing Val’s hand with his own as he pulled your head back so you were staring up at the curly headed boy.

Valerio hurriedly stroked at his dick, panting and gasping as he released all over your face. It was on your cheeks, your nose, and thankfully on your lips.

Polo used his thumb, wiping it up and bringing it to your mouth. You were sure to make a show of it, your eyes locked onto Valerio’s as you gave a loud moan at the taste of him.

“Joder.” He gasped for breath, throwing his head back.

Polo pulled you up, spinning you around to wipe the rest of Val’s come off your face. Once it was gone he lifted you so your ass was on the ledge of the pool, while he still stood in the water.

With one swift thrust he buried himself deep inside you, a loud moan coming from you. It made Polo grin, the way you were already begging him to move faster, unable to stop the moans.

“Fuck, Polo. Please.”

He did as asked, using his elbows to brace himself on the concrete as he thrusted up into you.

“So tight,” he hissed as he hammered your prostate.

You were nearly screaming as you drug your nails down his back, moving to meet his thrusts as another hand went to your throat.

Valerio looked down at you for any signs of hesitation, only to find none. The boy moaned at the sight of your eyes alone, the (e/c) pools drenched with nothing but lust.

He squeezed your throat lightly, your hands moving from Polo’s back to wrap around his wrist.

Once Val started to see a haziness in your eyes he let off, instead moving to press kisses to your chest.

Polo was now out of the pool completely, fucking into you on the concrete wildly, biting into your neck.

“Shit,” your hand went to Valerio’s hair when he bit down on your nipple, his free hand rubbing roughly at the other. “Harder, fuck. Please, harder, Polo.”

The boy noticed Valerio was hard once again, the two sharing a hazy look as Polo nodded to you.

Polo pulled you up so you were straddling his hips, Val moving behind you and pressing a finger inside you alongside Polo’s dick.

You moaned, skin flushed red at the thought of what was about to happen, grinding down as Val pressed in another finger.

“Just fuck me,” you begged, Polo moaning at your words.

Val pressed a lingering kiss to your neck as he slowly entered you, his cock rubbing against Polo’s as all three of you moaned.

You whined lightly, reveling in the feeling of burning pleasure, one hand on Polo’s shoulder while your head rolled back onto Val’s chest.

“So pretty like this,” Val whispered as he and Polo began to roughly thrust up. “Tomorrow everyone is going to know. After they realize you can’t walk straight.”

Polo laughed at that, pulling your hair harshly as Val’s hands went to rub at your nipples.

“Still so tight with two dicks in you?” Val’s hot breath was against your ear, a low whining coming from you. “How’s it feel?”

“So good,” you gaped. “So fucking good— Fuck, right there!” The two boys hammered on your prostate, all three of you just as close as the other as your heavy breaths filled the air.

Polo moved his hand from your hair, going to stroke at your cock as he pressed his lips to yours in a vulgar kiss.

“Where?” He asked against your lips, teeth scraping together.

“Inside me. Please, mierda. Both of you inside me.”

Polo groaned at your words, giving a hard thrust as he released inside you.

Valerio bit down on your shoulder, nearly drawing blood as he gave a rough pull to your nipples, making you spill all over Polo’s chest and your own.

You saw stars once your release peaked, feeling as if the high would last forever as the two slowly pulled out of you. Their come dripping down your legs.

Your arms nearly gave out when Val pushed you onto all fours, licking the excess from your thighs and shoving it back inside you with his tongue.

“Fuck me,” Polo huffed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Next time, hopefully,” you grinned, your voice rough from all the screaming.

“Next time?” Valerio grinned, pulling you into a kiss by the back of your head.

“Next time,” Polo confirmed with a nod. The three of you sat their for a while, trying to regain the energy to stand.

And Valerio was right.

The next day everyone took notice of how you limped while walking to class.

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[r0b1ns]

ELITE MASTERLIST

Guide:

🔥 - SMUT

💙 - MALE READER

💚 - GN READER

🌺 - FLUFF

🌧️ - ANGST

ALL

BOYFRIEND WHO GOES TO PUBLIC SCHOOL💙

PATRICK

FIRST MORNING 🌺💙

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[peikos]

𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

"What would you like to be?" "I would like to be your partner, Valerio."

In which two boys confess their feelings for each other.

Valerio Montesinos x Male Reader

(Platonic to Romantic)

Female Aligned ▷ She/Her ▷ She/They ▷ She/It ▷ Untitled Blogs do NOT interact, you’ll be blocked

Fandom: Elite

Words: 520+

Warnings: Mild Angst (?), fear of rejection (though not voiced), cliches, cheesiness, first kisses, desperate kiss(?), asking for consent

(If I missed some, please let me know)

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Spending Friday nights together is something both boys enjoyed. Their legs were all across the sofa, shifting ever so often as they watched a cheesy rom-com, making fun of it from time to time. They had their favorite pizzas lying in front of them, long forgotten since they kept on laughing at their jokes. Both boys couldn't help but smile yet again, feeling refreshed after a hard-working school week.

It didn't take long before the movie finished. Both teens sat up to choose something else. Eventually, they settled for Y/N's favorite movie since it was something they both enjoyed. Before laying back down, their hands met at the last slice of pizza, laughing at each other. Valerio fell back on the couch, "talking about cliches, huh?" Y/N couldn't help but laugh at it, resting on Valerio's arm, grinning at him, "What's next? Are we going to kiss?" Y/N asked him, a teasing smile on his lips. Valerio looked down at him, "I definitely wouldn't mind.", he said, as his other hand wandered up to Y/N's face, caressing his jawline. Y/N's smile faded, instead turning into a slight frown as he whispered Valerio's name, "You shouldn't joke around like that.", Y/N told him. His eyes wandered anywhere but Valerio's face. Now Valerio's lips curled down, his eyebrows furrowing together, "But what if I'm not joking, Y/N?" his hand grabbed Y/N's chin. "What if I want to kiss you? Would there be anything wrong with that?" he asked, Valerio's voice becoming desperate.Y/N sat up, looking down at Valerio, biting the inside of his cheek, as he replied, "Then why don't you?". Valerio sat up, his mouth slightly agape, as he slowly started to close the distance between them, giving Y/N time to back out of it. Valerio stopped as their noses were touching, his eyes closed as he shuddered out a breath. "Are you really okay with this?" Valerio asked. A few moments of silence passed, and as Valerio was about to open his eyes, he felt a pair of lips greeting his. As he finally kissed back, Y/N's fingers wrapped around his neck. Pulling him even closer as the two shared their passionate kiss, letting each other go after a couple of seconds to catch their breath. "Shit..That was the best kiss I've ever had.." said Valerio, opening his eyes with a smile on his lips. Instead of replying, Y/N just let their head fall into Valerio's shoulder, his breath still uncontrolled. "Val.." whispered Y/N, "What are we now?" his hands wandering up to play with the other's hair. Valerio's hands went to Y/N's waist, holding it tightly, "What would you like to be?" he asked Y/N, hoping that the male's feelings were mutual, even if the kiss had already told him. "I would like to be your partner, Valerio." Y/N said, looking up at the other through his lashes while Valerio smiled down at him, leaning back in for another kiss.

"Then we're official."

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I'm happy with the way it turned out. However, I have little experience with Elite due to now having watched it for a long time, not to mention that I'm only at season two. If you have criticism, please let me know. I'm always open to feedback of any sort :].

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[probably-writing-x]

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

Gif is not my own

Requests are open 🤍

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.

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[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Valerio asking you, his ex best friend, for help

Request: Yes or No

"I'm coming, damn!" You huffed, rubbing your eyes as the knocking finally subsided. You opened the door, staring at a familiar face. You raised a brow, eyeing the smiling male.

"Good morning, handsome. Missed me?" Valerio asked. You thought about closing the door in his face.

"What do you want, Valerio? Money? Drugs?" You questioned, crossing your arms as you watched him. Valerio's smile dropped and he sighed deeply.

"I got kicked out-"

"I know. Lu told me." You leaned against the doorway.

"Can I stay with you? Just until I figure out what I'm gonna do?" Valerio asked.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Chile?" You asked. Valerio let a chuckle slip.

"Yeah, but.. When have I ever listened to dad?" Valerio grinned.

"You listen to nobody, Valerio. Not your parents, not your sister, and not even me." You said, a bitter tone in your voice. You had desperately tried to get Valerio sober but he never listened and brushed off your attempts.

"I'm trying to get sober, (N/N).." Valerio said with a soft sigh.

"You always say that." You took a step back, motioning for him to come in. Valerio smiled brightly, lunging forward and wrapping his arms around you.

"I've missed you." Valerio whispered softly. You gently hugged him back before pushing him away.

"Move before I change my mind." You said, hearing Valerio giggle.

Gifs aren't mine

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[ferrstappen]

I decided to make a quarantine series with Arón, the next installment should be up tomorrow ❤️ AND I’m also working on a Valerio imagine un Spanish ❤️

PLEASE STAY SAFE, BABES! 🌼

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[oopsiedoopsie23]

Make them Pay | Guzmán x reader part 1

A/N: Been trying my best to binge Elite too and you can’t help but fall for Guzmán so I had to give him some love. And I started writing this but realized that it was pretty long so part 2 coming out tomorrow <3

Prompt: Guzmán broke up with the Reader after she tells him about Polo and she had known for a while. But once Polo and Carla discover that she told Guzmán she gets seriously injured. (during season 2)

Warnings: mention of sex

You had been drowning for weeks, or at least that’s what it felt like. 

It all started a few months ago when you needed to talk to Samu about your stupid French project that you had to work on together. You were walking out of calculus hand in hand with Guzmán before you spotted him walking down the hallway. 

“Samu!” you yelled, frantically waving your arm in the air trying to get the boy’s attention. “Jesus Christ, Y/N I think my ear just fell off.” You glared at your boyfriend, lightly smacking his arm. 

“What’d you expect me to say?” he chuckled before his smiled dropped “Plus, I thought I told you how I felt about you talking to him.” you rolled your eyes. “And I thought that I told you how I felt about you telling me that.” Now it was Guzmán’s turn to roll his eyes.

“His criminal brother ki-” “Guzmán don’t you dare finish that sentence! We are not having this conversation here!” you whispered sternly, glaring at the nosy girls behind the both of you that you already knew were texting their fellow vultures about the both of you.

“Look, I really need to talk to him about this stupid French project and before we argue about it, no we weren’t allowed to choose our partners hence...Samuel.” Guzmán sighed before pecking you on the forehead and walking away. 

“Well that could have gone a lot worse...” you think to yourself. You quickly recompose yourself and run down the hallway, in the direction you last saw Samuel walking towards. 

Your heels are clicking against the tile floor as you spot him down the hall looking through a door. “Samu there you a-” Your eyes widen as you spot what he was looking at.

Inside the locker room was Polo who seemed to be rather enjoying himself while, Carla was right in front of him giving him a hand job. You gasp and scramble to take out your phone, taking a photo of the two. And just in time, because as soon as you lower your phone, Carla’s eyes immediately lock with yours. 

You scurry away from the door, completely forgetting about Samuel and the French project, instead looking for your boyfriend or Lu to share the interesting and slightly disgusting gossip with. 

You turn the corner and spot Guzman down the hallway talking with Ander when you suddenly feel someone pull on your arm, dragging you backwards. “What the fuck!” you shout, before realizing who’s hand was gripping onto your wrist. “Oh...um Carla...”

“Oh cut the bullshit, Y/N, I know you saw us in the changeroom earlier.” “Look Carla, I don’t really give a shit about your crazy sex life right now, okay?” you groan massaging your forehead.

“I know, but I swear if you tell anyone about what you saw-” you can’t help but roll your eyes as the blond takes a step closer to you in attempt to intimidate you. “Carla! Did you not hear what I just said? I don’t have the time for this, I have to find Samuel to work on our French project together and then find Guzmán to make sure he doesn’t overdose on whatever Valerio keeps giving him. So, I really don’t care unless you did some shit like-like killing Marina okay?” you sigh in exasperation.

But what you didn’t realize was that as soon you walked away, the marchioness had pulled out her phone, dialling an all too familiar number.

“It’s me...we may have a problem.”

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