a/n: i watched the livestream and im an impatient chud …. take this … might be ooc but hashtag idgaf (i do gaf please tell me what u guys think)
“so when you wear headphones…” you trail off as your eyes focus on the set of fluffy burgundy ears atop his head.
“i put them on my ears like everyone else, dollface” valko replies, brows slightly furrowed as he stares at you. “where else would i put them?”
“which ones though?” you ask, valkos mouth opens slightly at your question, a small huff of laughter leaving his lips. he grab the headphones from the coffee table, slipping them over his head and sliding them over his human ears.
“like this, obviously,” he smiles at you, amber eyes softly looking at the way you cock your head slightly, adorable. “what did you think i did?”
“don’t your other ears hurt though?” your hand reaches for the ears pinned under the headphone band, letting them free from where they were pinned and scratching softly. valkos eyes flutter shut for a moment, opening them quickly when he feels you take the headphones off his head. “what if you wore them like this instead?”
you giggle slightly as you placed the muffs on his wolf ears, laughing as valkos eyes widened slightly.
“doll this is ridiculous-” his protests are cut short as the headphone lose their balance and fall on his face. you gasp sljghtly, smile wide on your face as you reach out to move them. valko only shakes his head slightly, eyes narrowing playfully at you. “that’s why i don’t wear them that way,” he mumbles, eyes still trained on you.
you can’t help but flush under his gaze, snatching the headphones off his head quickly. he shakes his head, an angry pout of his lips as he stares at you putting the headphones back on the table.
“are you satisfied now?” the scowl on his face only makes you wanna jump his bones even more. you pretend to think for a second.
“if you wore jeans in your wolf form-" valko doesn’t let you finish your sentence, immediately growling and tackling you onto the couch. he wastes no time in letting his face nuzzle into your neck, nipping slightly before taking in a deep breath.
“no more hypotheticals dollface, only cuddles.”
“greedy wolf” you mumble out, smiling when he lets out a high pitched whine, tail wagging slowly as your arms wrap around him. “my greedy wolf,” you correct, biting back laughter when his tail smacks roughly against your leg as it wags.
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god could you imagine being afo's sweet and shy child? he has no idea how he got a child as gentle and soft as you but he is so protective of you because of how kind and naive you are. you've lived an entirely sheltered and pampered childhood with your only real interactions being with doctors, nannies, and home schooling teachers since your dad can't risk anyone tainting and destroying your innocence. you're not even really allowed to watch tv besides from a few select dvds he's permitted you to own, or read books your dad hasn't personally read through to make sure they're perfectly okay for you to read.
to protect you from the hero society he has you locked away and living in mid-end apartments to keep from drawing too much suspicion, so while you're aware of the other children in the complex, they have no clue you existed. not that you mind much anymore, after some time you grew used to the dull ache of loneliness, it was just as natural of an emotion to you as joy and boredom. you wished to quell the loneliness but you couldn't bare the emotions your father would feel, you didn't want to make him unnecessarily upset. so you accepted your loneliness in the same way you accepted your gold-plated cell of a room. you had far more than most other children could ask for, your father always making sure your room was abundant with stuff animals and toys.
while one day in your room staring down from your window you watched a little boy playing with what looked like a toy outside on the bottom floor of the apartments. he looked like he was having so much fun, and surely what you would've given to join him- but even when you were small you thought back to your dad and how he would feel. he always made it abundantly clear you were to never leave the apartment without him explicitly telling you so, he always told you that if you were to leave terrible things would happen to you and he would be very sad. when you were able to speak to him again you asked him if he could buy you a new toy that looked similar to the toy the little boy was playing with, that way it would be just like you were playing with the little boy outside. that way it made you feel so much less alone.
the one day you left your apartment without your dad's permission, you didn't want to but you had to! when you got older your dad let you open windows to let in fresh air (and to get a better look outside, but you didn't tell him that), your bedroom window didn't have a screen protector so you could easily lean out to look down the street below you. your window faced the side of another building and gave a very limited view of the roads to both sides. sometimes on days you were really bored you'd count how many cars of a certain color would drive by. right below your window is an alleyway, since you're on the second floor no one ever really saw you- and even then you always duck away and hide if you saw someone walking by. one day you weren't being careful, it was an honest mistake and you wish you could take it back immediately, but you were holding your favorite stuff animal while you were looking out the window to watch.
you weren't paying attention and next thing you know your stuff animal falls out of your hands and into the alleyway below. you're in a near panic when you see it go down and you have no idea what to do, you consider calling your dad for a moment but it's been radio silent on his end for about a month and a half. you'd be worried about him if this didn't happen before, since he's told you it's usually because his work is demanding him, and you wouldn't want to disturb your poor dad while he's working so hard to take care of you, he told you that you should only worry if groceries are no longer being delivered to the house.
combing through your options of how to rescue your stuffed animal, you come to horrifying conclusion that you have to leave the apartment to get him. normally when this sort of thing would happen when you were younger regarding access to the outside, a nanny was instructed to do those sort of things, but ever since you got older your dad entrusted you to be solely alone without supervision. he relaxed on the locks on the front door and even had you taught on how to open the door when you need to bring groceries in after being delivered! but actually going outside? that was scary, but you knew you had to do it for your stuffed animal, for how much it has supported you it's only right you go save it when it needs you!
you stand before the door separating your prison from the free outdoors, a giant pit sitting in the bottom of your stomach as you feel your heart sinking knowing you're breaking the rules. you have second thoughts, terrified of the idea of father finding out and the ramifications that'll follow, you'd certainly get in trouble and you'd most certainly lose your window privileges. then you remember your stuffed animal and how it provided you comfort when you felt the loneliness the most. you take a large deep breath, and hold it while you slowly and carefully unlock the door as if your father were there to hear you, as if he'd bust you any second. once all the locks have been undone, all your left with is turning the knob. releasing your held breathe, you can feel your heart pound with anticipation. this wasn't the first time you've been outdoors but those times were to grab groceries and packages, nothing quite like this. finally you wrap your hand around the cold metallic knob and give it a turn, opening the door slightly to the outside. you nudge your head through the crack you created to see if there was anybody nearby, and more importantly to make sure no one sees you.
after feeling safe and that the coast is clear, you take the the first daring step out of the apartment. your bare foot makes contact with the cheap outdoor carpeting, something your not new to but feels almost foreign given the situation. finally scrounging the courage you plant your other foot outside of the apartment, fully outside now. you feel a soft breeze blow against your hair and hear the sounds of leaves on trees rustling encompassed by the sounds of tires on cars rolling through the roads. again this wasn't the first time but it felt so different, a new experience that carries as much joy as it does fear, and boy were you terrified. you knee you had to be quick, on account of your father and all of the terrible things you've been warned about in regards to the outside world.
you had to keep reminding yourself that if you don't save your stuffed animal, you may never see them again. taking a deep gulp you close the apartment door, making a click noise as you turn to look down the stairs. you know what stairs are but you've never gone down them before, or atleast not in memory you have. you carefully begin to maneuver down the stairs since now you have officially committed to breaking your poor father's rules. even now you could hear him talk about his disappointment in you and how he expected better from you, it upsets you to even think about it.
you reach the bottom of the stairs and carefully watch for your neighbors, to avoid being caught or hurt by the bad people your father warned you about. feeling sure of yourself that no one was around, you bolt for the alleyway, since you need to be quick as you feel the pressure and anxiety rise in you. you feel the wind brush past your face in an almost new embrace. you've felt wind before but truly nothing like this, you could almost smile as you felt your heart pound and your feet meet the new sensation of concrete. it only lasted for a few moments, but in your mind it felt like an eternity. turning in to the alleyway you stop dead in your tracks like a deer in headlights for what stood before you both frightened and excited you.
before you in the alleyway was a boy who looked about your age holding your stuffed animal. it seemed like he was examining it, holding it by it's stuffed leg. you hadn't ever been up this close with anyone your age before, you've seen people your age in movies and tv shows your dad permitted you to watch, but they're nothing like this. everything you know about boys you've either learned from what your dad has told you, what you've read about, and from what you've seen on tv. none of that could have quite prepared you for this.
from your very very limited experience with interacting with boys, as in this is your first real interaction, you think he's rather nice looking. you're most taken aback by his red eyes, you've never met anyone with eyes as red as his, they looked almost like rubies from where you were standing. you were also taken aback by his blonde hair and how it almost seemed like it defied gravity with its spikes, you remembered having a teacher once having hair similar to that. you have no clue how long you were staring, but clearly you stared for too long since he spoke up.
"oi! quit staring at me like that you fuckin' creep!" he almost snarled at you, still holding your plushed toy. you were snapped out of your trance as you felt your stomach sink, your fear enveloping your chest and your mind. you try to open your mouth to say anything, but some internal invisible force prevents you from doing so as you feel your hands tremble. you could feel his firey red eyes burn holes into you, practically destroying any semblance of confidence left in you.
"you gonna say anything you fuckin' weirdo?!" he barked at you again, as you feel your heart do laps in your chest. you gulped as you stared at the stuffed toy in his hands, and courageously you lifted your hand to point at it, still shaking from the amount of fear in your soul. your mind was racing with thoughts, worried that everything your father said about the outside was true, maybe you were safer inside away from the scary world.
the boy follows where your hand is pointing, leading him straight to the plushed toy he was holding. he holds it up better for you to see before simply asking "this yours?" as you nod hesitantly. you could almost make out a 'tch' noise he made, but you were more so focused on the fact he was approaching you. your body was screaming at you to run away but your feet simply laid firm and flat to the ground exactly like a deer in headlights.
he was right in front of you now, officially making this the closest you've physically ever been to someone your age or someone your father did not explicitly allow to make contact with you. you're prepared for all the horror stories to be true, for your father to be right in everything he's said, and to accept your own curiosity killed you. what you were not prepared for was for the boy to hold out the stuffed toy for you. you're not even fully aware he's handing it to you until he nudges it towards you, not sure if this is a trap or not, but you're happy regardless to get your stuffed animal back. you gently take it from him and hold it tight to your chest to soothe yourself and to protect it. you continue to stare at the boy in a mild state of confusion, not expecting this act of kindness from a stranger from the outside world.
"you're too old to be playin' with those kinds of things anymore y'know," he says bluntly, staring you down again as you feel that fear still wrapped tightly around your stomach. however your father always told you when someone does something good for you, you always say--
"thank you." you said softly as you keep your eyes averted downwards from the boy, squeezing your stuffed animal. he seemed taken aback by you, almost like he had rightfully expected you to run away. you heard him loudly exhale from his nose, as he turned his head away from you.
"yeah whatever, just don't be losing your dumb toys anymore." he said before brushing past you and continuing down the alleyway and onto the street you'd came from. you watched him go in awe, as you had expected him to be just like what your father told you to expect. that's right, your father-
you remember your father and how he'd feel about all this and sprint back to your apartment, passing the boy in a mad dash home. had you looked back you would have saw him watch you intently as you ran, curious as to who you are.
once you made it back to the apartment you locked everything back up immediately, then immediately after falling to sit on the floor and hold your stuffed animal. your heart was still beating fast as you began to feel tears well up in your eyes from the pure adrenaline. you felt the excitement from that being your first time in the free outdoors, then you also felt the fear and shame from breaking one of the ground rules your father had established when you were a child. you felt so mixed about everything, but even through all that you couldn't stop thinking about one thing: the boy with the ruby red eyes.
