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can we get some Valeria Garza headcanons? :p

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Hello! Welcome back :> I wasn't sure if you wanted general HCs or romantic ones, so I did both! I hope they're enjoyable! In regards to these HCs, there's one mention of drugs, but the HCs are about Valeria, so that's to be expected!

Also, to anyone reading this: Merry Christmas and/or happy holidays! I'm saying this today because in my country we celebrate Christmas today and not on the 25th! I'm wishing you all a few lovely days ahead :-)

General:

Playing games of any kind with her is actually infuriating and almost unfair. You’d think games like Monopoly would be fair since it’s based on luck for the most part, but no. I can assure you Valeria could set a world record on beating someone at Monopoly. But it’s not just that game either. You wanna poker with her? Tycoon? Sixty-Six? Granted, they require some skill as well, but she uses her nogging on a daily basis, so it’s not like she doesn’t know what she’s doing. And even if you only explained the rules to her once, she’ll beat you soon enough. Might also be prone to cheating, but you’ll only ever accuse her of doing so whenever she actually wasn’t. It’s not illegal or forbidden if no one ever finds out. The stakes can be pretty high, she’s not afraid to play for money either. But I advise you to maybe play over gummy bears or lollipops or something. She won’t be happy, she will complain, but it beats losing all your money to a businesswoman of her caliber.

When she was a kid she actually didn’t mind Christmas all that much, she quite liked it. It was colorful, it was bright, it was nice. Her parents may not have been the richest people, but she usually got what she wanted for Christmas as well, so it wasn’t a particularly sad time for her back then. Even now her cartel is doing well during that time since people like to fill the gaping holes within their hearts with drugs so they won’t have to think about being alone and freezing during such a festive time. She doesn’t get jolly like she used to, she won’t even wear a Christmas hat, but she can appreciate Christmas, if just for her earning a bit more money than she normally would. You can even give her gifts during this time. Depending on who they’re from and what it is, she might just throw them away, but if it’s something nice from someone she’s close with then she might just keep it for a little while longer. Although Valeria would never admit it, she does like cookies quite a lot. She can’t bake particularly well, not that she has the time for that either, but that won’t stop her from eating a few whenever she receives some from a trustworthy source. There is an elderly lady in Las Almas who she likes to buy them from occasionally. That lady is a real sweetheart, so Valeria is sure the cookies aren’t poisoned.

No one ever gets to enjoy it anymore these days, but Valeria can cook pretty well. She learned how to very early on so she could relieve her mother a bit from her burdens, but it stuck with her. She has a real knack for how much spice you put in which dish. Yes, she’s a bit rusty since she hasn’t cooked for herself in quite a while, but if you’re her s/o and you’re sick, you might just receive some birria or carne guisada. It’ll be unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. Her food is a bit spicy, so if you’re not used to spicy food it can and will leave you teary eyed, but it’s really good. Naturally, her specialties include, for the most part, Mexican dishes only. But, in theory, you could give her any recipe and it would turn out just fine. Except for anything sweet. Sweets she cannot do at all, they’ll always turn out terrible. It used to get to her when she was young, but these days she couldn’t care less. She isn’t anyone’s housewife, so why should she care? Back in the day when she still had time for dating someone properly, a telltale sign she was mad at you would be her cooking for you, but making it unbearably spicy. Valeria could always eat it, she can eat any spicy pepper as a snack just like that and not be bothered at all.

Romantic:

It doesn’t matter who you are, Valeria will always be the dominant person among the two of you. Her personality alone won’t allow for much else, but there are also other circumstances as well. Besides, she’s been in the military and she can tell you from experience that the people there don’t think too highly of women. Ergo she wants to prove herself to be above those morons, especially Alejandro. While she might not be affectionate at all in public, it’s the small things in private that really show you who’s in control. Beckoning you closer with her finger, telling you how much of a good thing you are for her, moving you a bit so she can get to something she needs. Granted, it’s nothing big, she won’t put a collar on you, but she will do what she can to make you feel smaller than you actually are. It doesn’t matter if you’re 1,50m or 2m tall, whether you’re looking up at her or down on her, you will treat her with utmost respect. While she might seem degrading or mocking very often, she does take your feelings into account as well. If her being mean to you genuinely hurts you then she will do what she can to tone it down a bit. She won’t stop entirely, but she’ll better herself. You’re welcome to sass her back a bit, though. If it’s just some light joking around she won’t mind. Sass her back too hard and you will be put into place, though.

Going off of one of the previous points I made: Once Valeria loves you, she is completely and entirely committed to you. It doesn’t matter what you want, you’ll get it within days. You want someone’s head? Absolutely, no questions asked. Even something smaller, such as some clothing, jewelry, a video game console, a plushie. You name it, you’ll get it. You’re her everything in this rotten world, of course she’ll do what she can to keep you happy. And if one of those goons from the army ever tries to hurt you, then even the ninth layer of hell will seem like the greatest mercy the heavens and hell could muster. She’s fiercely protective over you. While she won’t kidnap you, she wants to keep you happy, after all, she will try to convince you to live with her. Somewhere in a place no one knows about, where it’s only you and her without a worry for those two pests, Alejandro and Rodolfo. If you ever were to meet those two then I can assure you, you’ll never see Valeria this angry again. She loathes those two men with her entire being. Not that she has a very high opinion of men to begin with. If one ever decides to lay his grubby, disgusting hands on you, regardless of whether it’s some guy from the streets or the president of the United States, he can say goodbye to his head.

As I said before, she’s a really good cook. In fact, she’s good at just about anything you can think of. Well, almost. Either way, she’d love it if you could cook well. In fact, having someone who’s willing to be a housespouse is a dream come true. She won’t always be able to come home to you immediately, but if she finds you having cooked her a delicious, hearty meal, she’ll be on cloud nine. But even if your food isn’t anything noteworthy she’ll still eat it because it’s from you. She may be a cruel woman at times, but Valeria does care about you and tries not to hurt your feelings too much. At best, not at all. If she comes home to your shared home being well taken care of by you, with you having cleaned all the rooms as well as all the clothes that needed washing, you’ll have earned something nice from her. If you aren’t able to do so, no worries, she can always just hire some personnel to take care of it. But if it was you, then just name what you want from her. You want some cuddles or a kiss? Naturally. Some tres leches or churros? She won’t make them herself, but you can bet she’ll get you some regardless. If she’s especially tired some sweet words might be exchanged as well, but don’t expect her to be like that every time. Sometimes she does want to be a bit sweeter than usual, tell you how grateful she is to have you, but she’s afraid you might think of her a bit less than before, even if it wouldn’t happen. So, while she may not be someone who enjoys giving words of affirmation unless she needs to, you can count on her showing you affection through gift giving and quality time.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #getting to write about my favorite characters today is a gift in and of itself in all honesty #plus I got my jacket today that looks like 09 ghost's and I couldn't be happier :D #I also got a bag and a one piece shirt and I'm so happy about that! I love one piece and I've been in need of a bag again!#either way these hcs aren't particularly christmassy since I thought I was supposed to go for something general #but I hope they're enjoyable nonetheless!#thank you for sending in a request for lovely Valeria!#the things I'd give to have her call me something nice are unreal #I'd melt like butter if she ever said something to me in spanish even if she just called me pendejo #either way my christmas was well spent in that I got to write about a girl today so I'm happy!#Happy holidays! Merry christmas!#Happy new year too if I don't post by then (which is unlikely!)

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PEDRI - Au bonheur des dames

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Warning : Fluff

Summary : who thought wrapping books would lead you to meet him ? ( Part 1 of Une page d’amour )

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“Thank you, have a nice day!”

You had been in this bookshop since 10 A.M and you were so tired of it. Alright, it was fun, at the beginning, wrapping Christmas presents here with your friends and collecting some money for the charity. However, it’s been ten days since you’ve began and you were fed up of standing and hurting your finger tips with the tape. Don’t take it wrong, people here were amazing: always nice and curious of what everything was about, they also were pretty generous and you really were thankful of that. But the actual work was a nightmare now. At least, you were a lot more decent at wrapping than you were before.

“Y/N, I’m taking a break, is that okay if you handle it for like five minutes?” asked your friend, with expectant eyes. Alright, you weren’t fond of the idea but she had been there every day with you and she was such a sweet soul, so you couldn’t refuse her anything. With a small smile, you nodded.

“Thank you! I was going crazy with all of these deers and trees!” she laughed while pointing at the wrapping paper. You could only agree with her, the pattern was hypnotizing and not in a good way, more like in a it would haunt you in your sleep like Despacito did way. She took her jacket and quickly made her way through the small crowds to the door.

“Y/N, could you wrap this one please?” the bookshop’s employee asked while holding out a small book. You nodded and took it, analyzing the width of paper you would need. “She’s paying for some other books, so she will be there in like five minutes”, again you nodded. You cut the wrapping paper, placing the little blue book in the center and began to fold the corners so the presentation would be clean. You had already prepared some fragments of tape before, so you just had to stick them to hold all of your art together.

“Hello!”

You looked up, meeting warm eyes. She probably was the woman of the book, so you smiled.

“Would you like me to talk to you about the charity for a bit?” you asked, trying to find a nice ribbon to put on top of the present. She agreed happily, already looking at the pictures you had put on a small table next to you.

---

“Ouch!” Pedri said just after colliding with some girl. She rolled her eyes and continued to walk towards the door.

“What the hell?” he whispered to himself, quite shocked of the rudeness he had just received.

“Some people are weird huh?” Fernando, Pedri’s brother, added.

“Yes...” he sighed while looking around. “What was the title again? I swear if they don’t have it here, I’m throwing myself under a bus...”

“’Las delicias de las damas’ by Émile Zola” the oldest answered, also looking around. Fernando gently took some books, reading the summary on the back of the cover. “They should have it, it’s like one of the biggest bookshop in town...” Pedri nodded before going towards the big sign near the stairs, indicating every type of sections the shop had.

“It’s on the third floor” he said to his brother, already climbing the stairs. Fernando followed him, giggling to himself: Pedri was really annoyed tonight, he thought. Sure, practice had been tough on him and he wasn’t satisfied with himself, but this added to the fact that he hadn’t bought their mother’s present yet so he had to rush it and the girl that bumped into him, it had put on him on edge. Fernando could understand, the poor guy was too calm and kept most of his annoyance to himself, favoring diplomacy over futile discords. But everyone had a breaking point and he knew that Pedri was close to his. Though, his was way farer than he thought, he had believed the youngest would break when the employee at the last bookshop told him they didn’t have this book so he had to go search somewhere else. He hadn’t, he had just heavily sighed and went out, already trying to open his car. Fernando always found it funny when his brother was annoyed, it was unusual.

They finally arrived on the third floor: it was full of shelves themselves full of books. Some looked pretty expensive with their leather covers and their golden titles, while some others were small with thin looking paper. He noticed that the lights had been dimmed, offering a warm glow that wasn’t too harsh on the eye. And even though he was annoyed, Pedri couldn't deny that this place was comforting in a way. They went through the small aisles in order to reach the “French literature” section. It was on the far left, right next to the wide windows that offered a rare view of Barcelona. Pedri had rarely seen it like that, at night, lit by the streetlights and the Christmas decorations, with the sea cutting right through it, leaving behind a black slash. Fernando hummed, taking him out of his head.

“I can’t find it...” his brother said, his voice soft. The athlete sighed and tried to also look around, but to his dismay, nothing stood out in the “Z” row.

“We should probably ask someone” he declared, implicitly asking his brother to do it, but the oldest didn’t seem to catch the message. Why was everything going against him tonight ? He hated going around and asking people for things, normally it was his mom who did it, or his brother, well when they were younger at least.

He tried to find someone who worked here, eyeing the desk near the stairs, the aisle, even the dark corridor on the other side. Nothing, no one and he thought that would be it. However, while strolling around the room, he finally caught sight of an employee who was kneeling in front a huge cardboard and rummaging through its content. He came closer, slightly coughing to make his presence known but the young man didn’t look up.

“Hum... hello ?” he said, making the employee look up, eyebrows furrowed. “Would you happen to have ’Las delicias de las damas’ by Émile Zola ?”

“It’s not my section, you should ask to someone else. Maybe at the ground floor? The workers at the checkouts should know.”

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“Would you like a gift wrapping ?”

“Sure, why not ?”

“Y/N, another one please!”

You took the comics and chose a wrapping that was more adapted to kids and proceeded to cut it in the right dimensions. You had to go faster because many people were there and you didn’t want to slow the rhythm the cashiers had. It was hard to do it alone and your pair wasn’t back yet so you sort of were fuming inside.

“Hi!” said the grandma, a wide smile on her face. “What is Sapanā ?” she asked, curious of the wide sign glued at the front of your worktable.

“It means “Dream” in Nepali! Actually, it’s a charity made of med students, we are trying to collect funds in order to go to orphanages in Nepal.” You said passionately as you put the tape on the present. “We go there to give them vaccines, as well as some medical material that would be really useful!”

She nodded, interested by each one of your words. She pointed at a red ribbon, mentioning to you that this was the one she wanted you to put on the present. You nodded, taking it.

“Do you have activities with the kids there?”

Again, you nodded while taping the ribbon. “Sure, we teach them the first aid, we also do prevention especially against tobacco, and we try to teach them some Spanish for fun. We also take them on hikes to -”

“Excuse me!” a deep voice exclaimed, interrupting your rant. You had just finished your wrapping and were about to give it to the old woman but the way you had been called out had you confused and you didn’t know what to do with your hands.

“Yes, you...” he sighed, seeming tired, but you didn’t take any notice as the client in front of you was looking expectantly at her purchase. But you should answer, right? You were asked something.

“Yes?” you said, voice unsure.

“I want to know where-”

“Let me take this, also thank you for everything !” the grandma just had interrupted the young man and taken the present from your hands, leaving without donating a cent. You were more than lost, too much infos coming from everywhere. Another client was waiting for its wrapping and you saw the irritation on his face, but the man next to you looked as much, if not more, annoyed.

“So, like I was saying, I want to know where I can find ’Las delicias de las damas’ by Émile Zola ?” he asked, voice pseudo neutral, pseudo since you were able to clearly identify the edge it held. You rolled your eyes, who was this guy?

“I don’t work here, sorry...” you hoped he would leave at that and go see a real employee, people were waiting.

“What?” he was apparently perplexed. “As if you don’t work here! Then what is this?” his tone was accusatory, as if he had caught you the hand in the cookie jar. The brunette was looking you up and down, frowning.

“Yes, I don’t. So, sorry I don’t know where your book is.”

He laughed ironically and was about to leave, but not before whispering kind of loudly for you to hear a ‘sure, you just don’t want to do your job...’. What was his problem? Didn’t he have eyes? Your little stand had everything made for people to know that it wasn’t really attached to the bookshop. However, it wouldn’t end here, you, yourself, were also great at throwing spikes at people.

“For the record, it’s ‘La delicia de las damas’. If you had tried to search with the right title, maybe you would have found it.”

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Fernando snickered next to Pedri who had been put in his place by the young woman. The athlete was blushing like crazy and his brother as well as the man, who had been waiting for his wrapping, laughing just added to the shame he was feeling. It wasn’t an awful mistake, but he hadn’t been the nicest to her and being called out like that just made him ridiculous. He gulped and quickly got away of the stand, favoring the queue a little farer, where he couldn’t see anyone. He would ask there and would finally be able to leave the horror movie this shop was.

In the end, they didn’t have the book but they could order it. He would only have to pass by at the end of the week to collect it. He had agreed, too tired to wanting it right at the moment, plus it wouldn’t change anything. Christmas was next week.

---

It was Thursday and the bookshop had sent him a text, telling him that the book had arrived.

This day was a better day: practice had been good, him and Gavi had been put in the same team and they had won. Ansu had invited him to play some FIFA tonight and he had obviously agreed and the present for his mom was there. It was a consequently better day.

They finished practice around 8 P.M, physically tired but everyone seemed mentally refreshed. They would do great on the upcoming games, they were sure of that.

“See you tonight, Pedri !” exclaimed Ansu as he was going to his car, followed by Gavi who waved. The young midfielder still didn’t have his licence so he was entirely dependent on either his parents or his teammates, well most of the time Pedri himself.

He waved back as he opened his car, getting in. The traffic was strangely smooth and practically no fans were waiting outside of the training center. He let out a sigh of relief and drove through Barcelona, passing by the wide shopping streets. In the end, he finally arrived in the calm district where the shop was. It was easy to park there during the week, not many people came by at least with their car. It was close enough of the center of the Catalan city for them to just walk there or they could take public transports easily.

The shop was lit by Christmas decorations that illuminated the street, garlands falling from the large windows and Christmas wreaths hooked just above the doors. It was nice he thought.

He slowly walked in, holding the door for an old man who looked like he had been struggling with all his bags. It wasn’t packed, maybe because it was a Thursday or maybe because it was nearing 9 P.M, either way he liked it like that. There were no stressful vibes or hustle, just pure calmness with a strange coziness. He went to the desk where he had ordered the book last time and waited for the employee to come. He had seen him putting posters of concerts on a board, the man had noticed him, smiling, and had nodded to inform here he would be there soon.

“Hello, what can I do for you?” he asked when he reached him. The man was probably in his forties, maybe a bit more? He wasn’t sure, but he seemed nice. He had a warm smile and patient eyes, plus he was wearing a red Santa hat that had twinkling stars. Pedri could only smile back, getting his phone out of his pocket to show him the receipt.

“I had ordered this book the other day and I received a text to tell me it’s here, so here I am”.

The man nodded and typed on his keyboard, the keys making a loud noise each time he pressed them.

“I’ll be back in a minute, its in the storage room.” the man said as he grabbed his badge and crossed the hall of the shop, opening a black door that had a sign ‘Staff Only’. He came back soon after, a large book in hand with its white cover and the shadow of a woman drawn on it.

“Here it is!” he exclaimed, handing it to Pedri, his contagious smile still illuminating his face.

“Thanks.” he said, looking around the shop. He had already paid when he had ordered it, so he was free to got. However, something seemed to be missing. Then he saw the Christmas tree in the corner, standing right next to a table with glittery ribbons covering it and many rolls of wrapping paper in a box at its foot.

“Is it possible to like, wrap it?” he asked. The man smiled and nodded with such enthusiasm.

“Sure! Just go there and ask for it.” he pointed at the table Pedri had noticed before. “It’s not mandatory, but if I could ask you something, because you seem like a nice gentleman, is: could you donate a little bit ? Even one euro... it’s a charity that is there every year and they spend so much time and energy for their project, it breaks my heart when people don’t acknowledge it.” The youngster couldn’t deny it, the man was so passionate and he understood where he came from. Plus someone was going to work for him, in a way, so obviously he didn’t expect it to be free. “Also, the kid working right now is an angel, you will probably make her day!”

With that, Pedri said his goodbye with a smile and went to the table. But his smile quickly disappeared when he saw the person sitting down behind the same table, cutting fragments of tape. He wasn’t sure he was going to make your day, he thought.

“Hum..” he said, unsure. That was going to be so damn awkward. He had been an ass to you the other day and you had humiliated his knowledge in front of everyone. Saying that your dynamic wasn’t the best was an understatement. His small sound had brought you out of you focus and had made you look up, a confused expression plastered on your face.

“Oh... Hello.” you said, trying to keep a neutral tone. You were waiting for something. Should he apologize? He couldn’t read your mind, he wished he could? What should he do?

“I’m sorry!” he threw, eyes wide. That was probably what you wanted to hear.

“What?” alright, you seemed more confused than before? What the hell was he doing?

“Huh, the other day? I’m sorry, for how I acted.” he tried again, gaining a look of recognition and a sigh. You nodded, whispering a small ‘it’s okay’. Then he saw you, still sitting there with expecting eyes. Was it not enough? He raised an eyebrow, not sure what to say.

“Do you need me to wrap the book?” you finally said, pointing at the object he was holding. He gaped and a blush took possession of his cheeks. He shyly nodded and handed it to you, clearly embarrassed. Why was he acting so dumb? What he didn’t see though was the small grin of amusement that had taken residence on your face. You cut a relatively large stripe of writing paper: a blue one with snowflakes that had this cute holographic effects on them. You tried to be neat, perfectly folding the angles and creating square endings. You put the small pieces of tape on the back of the paper, where the two ends met, then on the top and bottom parts.

“So, you really don’t work there?” he asked, fiddling with his fingers. You couldn’t see his face, but the small action made you understand that the boy was nervous. “I mean, I know that, the man that works here told me. It’s a charity, right?” he was babbling at this point. You tried so hard to hide your grin but it was impossible, well he was really different from the other day.

“Yes, it is. It’s called Sapanā, it means “dream” in Nepali... we are group of med students and yeah, we are trying to collect some funds for our projects.” while describing your job there, you had put the silver ribbon on and you were currently curling the ends of it.

“It’s nice!” he said. He was still nervous, were you that scary?

“I’m sorry too... It was a little bit condescending to call you out like that in front of everyone. It wasn’t that dumb of a mistake.” you apologized because he had apologized, but you weren’t very sincere, what could you say? You were the resentful type! But the boy seemed like he needed it with how stressed he looked, he was going to also stress you out if this continued.

He laughed, a small one, but still a laugh and shook his head. “I deserved it, I think” you wholly agreed with him, but you wouldn’t tell him. “So you’re a med student?”

“Yes”

“Impressive!” he said, seeming so genuine. You blushed, feeling seen and acknowledged. You didn’t even know why, your circle had always said how proud they were of you for throwing yourself in such hard studies. People were generally impressed when you told them what you were studying. He seemed more genuine, that was probably why.

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“You’re late bro!” Ansu said, faking annoyance as he opened the door.

“Sorry, had to collect my present for my mom at the bookshop.” Pedri said, showing the small white bag he was holding, a faint red hue on his cheeks. It was the cold. Not due to the girl his age that had wrapped his present and was kind of cute and who he had made a fool of himself in front of and thinking of the bookshop automatically brings him to think about her and therefore making some weird emotions arise. No. It was the cold of Barcelona.

The slightly older of the two opened wider the door and mentioned him to enter. Pedri obliged, taking off his shoes and smiling to himself when he heard Gavi screaming because Ferran had probably scored.

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“Man, I didn’t get anything to my mom yet! I’m screwed!” whined Gavi, sprawled on Pedri’s couch. Practice was in an hour but the younger was bored, so he had invited himself over Pedri’s place. At this point, they should just become roommates.

“Gavi! Christmas is in two days!” he knew that the boy will just graft himself on the present his sister had gotten. So invested right?

“I can’t even put my name on what my sister had gotten her! She like, booked a massage in the new spa that opened in Seville and they absolutely have to try it!” he mimicked his sister, apparently, using a high voice and an accent that clearly wasn’t his. “Bro, do I look like someone who buys that?” no. Not at all.

“So, what you wanna get her?” Pedri knew that Gavi had only started thinking about it this morning. At this point he had inflicted it upon himself.

“I called my dad this morning, he said that she had seen this new book about biology or whatever, he said I could get that...” he sighed, toying with his phone. “But, like a book ? Really?”

“It’s my gift for my mom, I mean I’ve gotten a book” the older shrugged. A tiny bubble had rose in his chest, if Pablo had to purchase a book, well...

“Should I do that?” he clearly seemed reluctant. Pedri had to push, he knew it.

“Do you really have another choice?”

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Practice had ended, and with an entire day of convincing Gavi that a book was the greatest idea of the century, here they were, inside the bookshop that Pedri had assured was the best of the town.

They were searching for the infamous book Gavi’s dad had sent the reference to his son. The younger came back, a large book in his hands, and a small smile plastered on his face. Pedri let out a sigh of relief, thanking god for allwoing the shop to have it.

They went back to the groundfloor, waiting for the couple before them to pay. There wasn’t any queue: again it was a Thursday after 8 P.M, just like the week before, so the calm had taken over the place.

“Eighty-five euros for a book though, isn’t that a bit expensive?” Pablo said, a bit bitter. Oh, god, Pedro so wanted to laugh.

“It won’t change anything on your bank account man!”

“Still!” the younger whined.

They finally were facing the cashier who smiled, a knowing smile on his face. He had recognized them, but he was decent enough to not say anything apart of him liking watching them play and being a big supporter of the FCB. They thanked him and Gavi payed.

“Also, could I get some of that wrapping paper?” he asked pointing at the counter behind the employee. “I still have to wrap it, well she will just have to be content with the effort, I can’t make miracles happen...” he whispered to Pedri. Pablo was so embittered all the time, it was funny to see it on such a young person.

“Oh, they can wrap it there, they did it last time!” he said, a little bit too excited for his usual self. Gavi raised an eyebrow but shrugged, not paying attention to his weird behavior.

“Can’t be worst than what I was about to do” he made a sign to the cashier, telling him to drop the paper. He took the book and followed Pedri who went to the table, still next to the Christmas tree.

“Hi” the oldest said. You looked up, surprised to see him. You bit back a grin, which you noted you were doing a lot in his presence.

“Hi” you returned, getting up from your chair, then turning to the young man with him, throwing him a smile. “This must be your new favorite place ?” you teased. He blushed, letting out a little laugh. This was the second laugh you had taken out of him. Not like you were counting. Why were you noticing things like that? What?

“You two know each other?” Pablo asked, eyebrows furrowed, curiosity clear on his face.

“Huh, yes, kind of? She was the one who wrapped my mom’s present” he quickly declared, as if knowing her was crime. Now Gavi was clearly suspicious but he didn’t say anything. He knew keeping silence would give him so much more answers with Pedri.

You laughed a little and eyed the book the younger one was holding. you were trying to cut through the weird atmosphere by subtly changing the subject but he didn’t seem to notice. The other had though.

“Your book, Gavi.”

“Ah, yes!” he placed it on the table, in front of you. The remaining paper you had seemed too short so you took another roll, unrolling it and gauging how much you needed. It wasn’t the fastest you had been but you didn’t really care. On the contrary, at the moment you felt like taking your time. Well, the supposedly Gavi, seemed bored so he had left you let you do your stuff and went to watch the tree, mesmerized by the huge ornaments, some red, some golden.

“You’re always there?” the older asked as he absentmindedly played with the edge of one of the pictures you had pinned on the table to promote the charity.

“Yep, well I shouldn’t be but my friend who is supposed to do it with me has the habit to forget or just doesn’t have the courage to show up anymore... So here I am.”

“That sounds awful.” he didn’t know if he could laugh or not but you gaped and looked right at him.

“It’s not like she doesn’t do anything! She came, at first but now she favors the inside work, like promoting it on the campus or managing the finances, things like that!” you had described her horribly, she sounded the worst. She was just in a bad phase, let’s say that.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to report her anything!” he reassured, bringing his hands up in surrender. You chuckled, why were you overthinking so much tonight?

“She’s just not the best to inform people when she changes her plan...” you finally declared. He nodded, seeming to understand.

“There is always the go-ahead type and the thinker one in a duo, right?”

You squinted your eyes at him, a smirk appearing on your face.

“I conclude then that you are the thinker of the two?” you asked, moving your gaze between him and the shorter one still entranced by the glittering garland.

“It shows ?”

“A little” you laughed with him who tried to be low-key with it, not wanting to attract Gavi’s attention. How wrong could that be, the boy was more clever than Pedri thought because while the two of you were lovingly discussing, he was listening, discretely watching you. God, both of you were so obvious. He rolled his eyes while lightly shoving with his index one of the red ball hanging in front of him.

“Gosh, I don’t have ribbons anymore, could you pass me the one next to you ?” you asked, scissors in hand. However he shrugged, taking them from your hands and cutting himself the silver strip. He looked focused and you couldn’t deny that he was cute and he was trying his best and it was adorable. He handed his creation to you, a tiny rictus rising the corner of his lips. Alright, you were blushing.

“Thank you...”

“Pedro, well Pedri, I prefer Pedri.”

You nodded, eventually meeting his brown eyes, under the lights they looked like they were sparkling. You swallowed, a little disturbed.

“Y/N” you had whispered. He looked just as dazed as you.

“Here, the book.” you said, why were your cheeks hot ? He took it, his hand grazing yours, that was too much. You retrieved it quickly, chuckling to hide your embarrassment. “We should see each other again, sometimes.”

What the fuck?!

Why did you just say that? Where did the bravery come from? You prepared yourself for the rejection, which was the most logical thing to happen, you had seen the guy like three times and for like ten minutes. No one in their right mind would accept it.

“Sure” he said, trying to hide his smile.

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“Bro!”

“What?”

“Bro!” exclaimed Gavi, giggling like a gossiping school girl. Pedri was furiously blushing but the boy couldn’t contain his smile.

“Bro!”

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