purely vibes based, inspo is this post about the other boys. this is silly goofy fun!! donât take it too seriously.
listens to girly pop music while doing experiments in his lab. has definitely knocked over a beaker because he got too into singing along and had to restart the entire experiment.
howls in his sleep. adamantly denies it when confronted.
cries like a baby during movies, even if it wasnât that sad.
gets really into the sims. has been playing the same neighbourhood for years and the families have generational beef with each other.
has no self-restraint when it comes to chocolate. he will eat an entire jar of nutella in one sitting by the spoonful.
he will then get a stomach ache but he never learns his lesson. the next week heâll eat a box of oreos or a whole box of chocolates.
heâll come home from a family reunion and share allllll the hot gossip: his cousinâs recent breakup, a fight between his aunts, his grandmaâs drama from the seniors residence. all of it.
doesnât own any kitchen knives. uses his claws instead. he says heâs being âeconomical.â
has awful eyesight. he will run into trees if he isnât wearing his contacts.
loves a late-night meal, whether itâs fast food, street market stall or his favourite noodle bar. he will always want to go eat right as you head to bed.
sends you cursed memes in the middle of meetings.
gets really jealous if you talk about any fictional werewolves. especially jacob black.
canât have any house plants because he knocks them over with his tail.
would be tattooed head-to-toe but he is terrified of needles.
thanks for reading, i had a lot of fun coming up with these:)
Iâve been considering watching the new season of love island for kicks and giggles but my tolerance for menâs bull is so low I know imma be ready to throw smth within the first episode
small analysis on the dog-coded duo caleb and valko
caleb is one of those semi-wild livestock guardian dogs with a lamb-coded mc while valko is a wolf with a fox or dog coded mc. thatâs where the main difference in the dynamic comes from to me despite both characters being âsimilarâ
caleb was raised to protect you but never have you. a livestock dog always on guard, trained to put your safety first to the point of putting himself in danger, loyal to the herd yet forever kept a few yards away. youâre something precious and delicate to him, a prey animal to his predator, something innocent and corruptible. heâs afraid to hold you in his jaws in fear of being unable to stop himself from biting, and yet you walk into his teeth anyways uncaring if you get hurt.
valko is a wolf for wolf rival dynamic. evenly matched, constantly sparring, maybe a trickster and himbo dynamic if we go the fox route. a game of chase, of tug of war, of constant fights and keeping score. this contributes to the playfulness and competitiveness of their dynamic too. I think both are there to protect their own people/packs which leads them to fight but also respect each other, at odds and at complete understanding. thereâs a mutual sense of respect and recognition, like a long-lost mirror.
â.Ë I forget he's so brand new that I haven't done something as simple as a headcanon post for him! This post is primarily fluffy, I'll possibly make a smutty one if you guys like how I characterized him here :3 - Soul
⟠Laughs at inappropriate times. You'd think that being the chairman of EonCore Tech would teach him a thing or two about time and place. No, I'm afraid not. If a poor intern stutters during a presentation and it hits just right? Valko is biting on his cheek in order to stifle his laughter. It's truly not meant from a place of malice, either! It was just... silly.
⟠Doting family man. He is so adored by his family, he is truly his granny's pride and joy. Valko is a huge softie for his little cousins too, all the have to do is flash him some puppy-dog eyes and wag their tails and oh man suddenly he's out in the yard playing tag or hide and seek.
⟠A terrible cook but a great baker. It's fascinating to you, since cooking allows so much more flexibility if you mess up whereas baking has to be an exact craft. Valko, however, claims that's exactly why he's become so good at whipping up double fudge brownies every night.
⟠Physical touch is his love language. He needs a hand or even just a finger on you at all times. He needs his head on your lap or vice versa. If you're sitting on the couch together, expect him to be tugging you into his lap. If you're with his family? You'll be squished in so close to him that your thighs are beginning to look like one big uni-thigh.
⟠Growls and whines in his sleep when he's dreaming. It startled the life out of you when he started whining in the middle of the night, brows furrowed and tail thumping under the sheets. You were about to wake him, thinking he was having some sort of nightmare until his face relaxed and the thumping of his tail turned happy.
⟠He has baby names saved in his phone. You found them by accident when trying to get a picture from his camera roll and your heart just melted. Not only did he have names he liked with little explanations, he also added names you had mentioned to him in the past with little hearts and notes on why you had enjoyed them so much.
⟠Loves to take care of you. It is abundantly obvious that this man dotes on you, but he truly loves to take care of you. "I know you're capable but let me." kinda take care of you. Carry you to the shower, wash your hair, dry your hair, help you with your skincare, brush your teeth. He'll baby the shit out of you if you let him, it satisfies something deep in his soul to truly take care of your every little need.
⟠He's always hot, especially during sleep. The air conditioner is on year round, who needs central heat when you have your big wolf boyfriend who's a power furnace right there, right? Valko needs it to be ice cold to fall asleep with the blankets on, and even then he's going to sleep in his boxers and nothing more. During the summer you're lucky he doesn't go to bed with ice packs pressed to his skin.
Idk if itâs massive delusion but Iâm starting to feel like this was Infold trying to teach CN players a lesson but itâs like when youâre at a family reunion and one of your cousins fucks up but instead of just them getting in trouble EVERYONE gets in troubleâŠ
Heâs âjust stretchingâ when he reaches over and pulls you into his lap while youâre trying to fold laundry. Heâs âjust making sure youâre warmâ when he wraps his big arms around you and tucks you against his chest. Heâs âjust checkingâ when he leans down to nuzzle the top of your head for the fifth time in ten minutes.
Youâre not even mad. How could you be?
Especially when his tail is wagging so hard behind him itâs practically creating a breeze, and his ears keep twitching happily every time you relax into him.
âYouâre clingy today,â you tease, tilting your head back to look up at him.
âAm not,â he mumbles, but the way he immediately tightens his hold around your waist says otherwise. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in like he needs it to survive. âJust like having you close. Thatâs all.â
You giggle and reach up to scratch behind one of his ears. The second you do, a low, happy rumble vibrates in his chest and his tail starts thumping even faster against the couch.
âUh huh. Sure, big guy.â
He pretends to huff but ends up pressing a bunch of soft kisses along your shoulder instead, tail still going crazy. Youâre both smiling like idiots.
Eventually he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes soft and warm.
ââŠCan we stay like this a little longer?â he asks, suddenly shy.
You melt instantly, cupping his face and pulling him down for a proper kiss.
âOf course, baby. As long as you want.â
Valkoâs tail does a full happy spin behind him as he tucks you closer again, perfectly content being your personal radiator.
I've been drowning in these sheets, feeling lonely, wishing you were here with me...
You're drowning in your own thoughts, but he's never seen you like this before...
Featuring: Valko, gn!reader
Contents: Mentally ill!reader, reader has abandonment issues, new but established relationship, hurt/comfort, lots of wolf cuddles
Wordcount: 1,417
You have a headache.
It's not the most pressing thing on your mind, nor the loudest, but it's the only one you can hold onto with any semblance of stability.
It's the type that aches just behind your eyesâyou can't hide it forever, he'll find out eventuallyâand makes you just want to bury your face in a pillow. Which you've already done, but youâyou really think he'll be any different? No one really loves you once they seeâshift around and press it deeper anyways, trying to relieve more of the pressure.
It helps, sorta. It lessened the physical pain, if only slightly, but that made room for far worse things to slip into the forefront of your mind.
He loves you now, but it's conditional. It's always conditional. You really think he'll stay after he sees the real you?
You barely even register the whine you let out as you grab a separate pillow and wrap it around your ears; but the barrier can't do anything against the voices inside your head.
You don't believe them. Don't want to believe them.
Your relationship with Valko is new, sure, and yeah, it started out a little rocky. But once you two found your path? He was always stuck to you like glue, whenever possible. It makes your heart swell and ache and do flips all at once. In this moment, you kinda hate it.
Your phone is on the bed, right next to you. You could text him. Should text him, maybe. But you just can't bring yourself too.
He's never seen you like this. Hurting, emotions out of control, brain fighting itself to keep you alive. It wasn't pretty to live, so you can't imagine what it's like to look at. To be around.
You don't want to imagine the look on his face when you tell him you feel unloved, or ignored, or any other thimgs you know aren't rational, howâjust like everyone elseâhe'd take the blame. How it'd be too much for him, and he'd leave.
You were imagining it. You were imagining it and the idea brought you to tears, and it shouldn't. It hadn't happened. You wanted to believe it would never happen.
But do you know that?
And that was the kicker, wasn't it? You didn't know. And that would always be a wrench in whatever minimal comfort you could dredge up in yourself.
You should put on a movie. Play a game. Anything to get thisâto get himâout of your head.
Right when one of your hands connects with the sleek plastic of your phone case, you freeze. The balcony door creeeeeks open, and heavy footsteps make their way to the living room.
"Sweetheart? You home today?" Fuck.
You burrow deeper into your pair of pillows. Maybe if you're quiet enough, he'll think you're at work.
You hate that the idea makes tears well up in your eyes.
Somewhere else in the houseâthe living room, maybeâboots hit the wall with a distinctive thunk. Then the footsteps resume, drifting around to each room and calling out your name. You try your best to pretend you're not there.
He stops in front of your bedroom door. You curl up further into yourself.
"âŠhoney, I can smell you in there." Fuck. Stupid wolf senses. "YouâŠyou don't have to let me in, but can you at least say somethin'? Just so I know you're all good?"
You aren't all good. That's the problem. You're in a horrible headspace and he's never really seen how bad it can get, how bad you can get, and you don't want him to. No matter how desperate you are for his arms around you.
There's some shuffling outside the room. A whine that you're praying you imagined. Then the knob turns.
You hadn't bothered to lock it. Maybe you'd been hoping he'd find you.
"âŠbabydoll?" His voice was clearer through the crack, concerned and adoring and dejected all at once. The sound of it crumbles any and all resolve you have left.
"ValkoâŠ" his name slips out of your lips in a whimper, and for a moment you're scared he won't hear you.
You shouldn't have been. Those 'stupid wolf senses' come in handy sometimes, too. Within seconds, broad hands connect with your bodyâroaming, searching, investigating. Checking for injuries.
A laugh bubbles up in your chest, escaping as merely a weak giggle, but you cling to it. To that little bit of warmth and light in the storm around you.
Your body aches as you force it to roll over, reaching up to grab at and pet his ears. "'M not hurt, puppy. Not like that."
Sharp yellow eyes whip around to meet yours, a deep frown lining those handsome features. You don't like the look of that, so you give a good scratch to the point behind his right earâright where he likes it.
As always, he melts, tilting into your hand as his tail starts to thump on the mattress.
But he fights it off. You watch him do it, watch the way his gaze seems to refocus completely on you. It damn near takes your breath away.
"If you're not hurtâŠ" Suddenly, warm skin presses against your wrist; nuzzling, scenting. "Then what's wrong? 'Cus if you try to tell me you're fine or some shit I will bite you."
Another sound that might've been a laugh escapes your lips as you bring your left hand down to cradle his face. "IâŠmy brain's just really loud." You look down at his hands, still resting on your body even after you'd moved. "And mean. I don'tâŠI don't want the stuff in my head to hurt you." You pull your lip between your teeth. "OrâŠor scare you."
There's silence for a moment, and thenâa scoff. He honest to god scoffs. You feel like you've been dunked in ice water.
It must show, because almost immediately afterwards hands cup your face and turns you to face himâgolden eyes wide, anxious. "'M sorry, dollâI wasn't laughing at you. I mean it." Lips press against your forehead. "It's justâŠthe idea that I could ever be scared by youâŠit's so unimaginable to me. But I shouldn'a scoffed like that." His nose presses into your hair, and you feel the deep inhale he takes. "Forgive me?"
'The idea that I could ever be scared by youâŠit's unimaginable.'
You press your face into his neck, taking a deep breath of your own to fill your nose with the new-yet-familiar scent of pine and musk and petrichor and home.
"Yeah, I can forgive you." You raise your arms to wrap them around him, pressing as close as you can from your angle. He quickly lays down to accommodate. "IâŠI don't think it's a good idea to tell you what they're saying, though."
He makes what sounds like a cross between a hum and a chuff, shifting to hold you against his chest. "You mean the bad thoughts?" You nod. "Are they yappin' away right now?" A pause. You let yourself sit in the silence for a moment. Then, you shake your head. "That's all that matters, then. I don't needa know exactly what they're yappin' about, just if they're doing it."
Soft fur tickles your leg as his tail wraps around it, and you can't help the quiet giggle it draws out. Valko makes a satisfied huffing noise in return.
"If they're being quiet now, let 'em be quiet. Enjoy it." You feel his every breath on your scalp, warming you from the top down. "We can cross the bridge of discussing what they're saying when we get there. For now, just tell me if they get loud again, yeah?"
You take a few deep breaths, trying to fight through tears you hadn't even realized were flowing.
"âŠyeah." The word is quiet, barely above a whisper, but of course; he hears it.
Bulky arms tighten around you, lips pressing against your scalp with firm determination. "Good. Wanna hear a story about my cousins?"
After pretending to think it over for a moment, you give a shy nod. You feel the rise and fall of his chest as he takes a dramatically long breath, starting on his tale with reckless abandon.
You just curl further into him, enjoying the way his tail thumps against your leg as it wags.
