Valko is a chalant man.
Don't get me wrong, so are the others but Valko takes the crown.
Would build a shrine for you if you let him. Has your picture on his phone lockscreen, wallpaper and profile pictures on all socials. You're in every one of his posts, most of them are entirely of you and he's always in your comments, hyping you up and writing corny stuff like "is this what winning feels like?". Has a framed photo of you on his work desk and a polaroid of you in his wallet. Never takes off the jewelry you bought him. Gets couple rings at the first hint from you. Wears your scrunchie on his wrist. Has your contact saved as "Wifey" in the first month of dating him.
You'll never know when your makeup items are about to run out because he's already gone through your products and reordered your usuals.
He's the type to get your car serviced, tyres refilled and fuel tank pumped full before you ever realize you needed any of those things done. Cherry on top, he reverses your car and parks it in the garage so you're good to go in the mornings.
The type to hand feed you. Literally. When you're so swamped with work you haven't moved from your chair in hours. When you're running late to work, he's holding out spoonfuls of breakfast to your mouth while you clip on earrings or handing you your bag, wallet, keys and your coffee thermos ready for you as you bolt out the door. Waves till you can't see him in the rearview anymore.
And the intimacy. God. Playing with your fingers while you talk, tucking your hair behind your ear when you don't even notice it's come undone, wrapping his jacket around you, pulling you into his warmth when you're shivering, letting you wear his shoes and walk barefoot when your feet are sore because of heels, holding your hand even when his hands are full of groceries, hand on the small of your back when you walk, reaching over and fastening your seatbelt for you, hand on your thigh while he drives, kissing your wrist, nipping at your skin, pulling you closer by tugging at your chair, tucking your hand in the crook of his elbow, putting his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, spooning you in bed, moving your hair to the side to kiss your nape and inhale your scent that grounds him.
Never backing down from lifting you up. The moment you say anything demeaning about yourself, you might as well have wrenched his heart. He's never going to repeatedly quote some meaningless platitudes to you, he's present, he's listening and he wants to know what hurts, why it hurts. It's never too much. You're never too much. Your muchness is the reason he loves you and he'll make sure you will never forget that. You can climb onto his lap, sit encircled in his arms for hours on end and he doesn't complain, doesn't move, doesn't stray from topic unless you're done. He doesn't want to give you solutions for the problems you're facing, he knows you can handle them. All he has to do is remind you.
Biggest contributor to just-because gifts. Vase of flowers? Always full, always blooming. Nail salon certificate from your favorite one resting in your purse before the new ones have finished drying? Check. Swinging by your favorite coffee place and grabbing your order before you leave? Cup is already resting in its holder in your car. Sending you and your colleagues pastries in the afternoon? He knows you love sweet treats. Making reservations and picking you up for dinner with a change of clothes incase you don't like what you're wearing? Already taken care of. And God forbid you try to pay for something on your own, he's going to sulk all day long till you promise to break your own card into two.
Clinginess dialed to a 100. Holding hands when you go out is a given. He's not against doing it at home too. Olympic level cuddler. In the mornings in bed. On the couch while watching movies. He'll even try to sneak a little cuddle time while you're cooking. And what's that about water? Oh right, you should be saving some so he's definitely in the shower with you. Not afraid of PDA. Infact, his cousins are always telling you both to get a room. Would step out of a board meeting and see you waiting for him by the reception, making small talk when he rushes over, kissing you in front of everyone, figuratively wiggling his tail that's tucked away.
Not afraid of being vulnerable with you. Of crying in front of you. Of breaking down when the pressures of being in a position as demanding as he was get to him. Of being being open about how much he needs you and your support. None of your fights with him last long. Not when he'd get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Literally. Fully believes it's the ideal and the only correct way to atone.
The way he'd take such good care of you when you're sick. Not balking or freaking out if you accidentally stain your clothes during your period or if you're sick and throwing up, holding your hair back, helping you out of clothes you've dirtied, wiping your body down if you can't shower, staying by your bedside for the times you come to, meticulously timing your medicine intervals.
Does not have a single love language. His love language is all of them. Acts of service? He could teach a course. Words of affirmation? Not a day goes by when he's not reminding you how beautiful you are and how lucky he feels to be a part of your life. Gift-giving? He funds a black card in your name. Physical touch? He has to be peeled off of you sometimes. Quality time? 24 hours the a day is not enough time for him to be spending with you.
Never says no to anything you propose. You want to learn how to do stunts on a dirt bike? He's buying you the gear. Swimming in a cage with sharks? He's booking the trip. The deadliest rollercoaster in the world? He's going to be scared and terrified within an inch of his life but it's not going to matter because he's here and he's here with you.
Loves to hear you ramble on about things you are passionate about. Loves hearing you sing off-key and way off beat in the shower. Loves watching you do little dancey dances with your headphones plugged in when you cook or do laundry. Loves paying attention to you. To everything you do. To everything that makes you so undeniably you. He loves you.
His most favorite thing to do with you, is dancing. Holding you close to him, back to his chest, face nuzzled in the curve of your neck with his arms around you and one of your arms wrapped around his nape as you both sway to the music in the dim lighting of the living room, heartbeats thrumming in sync and louder than the music in the background. Happy and content. In each other's company. With each other.
And when you hear the slow rumble of thunder before the pitter-patter of the rain follows, you're dragging him outside to dance with you in the rain, with the smell of concrete and soil potent in the air.
And he'd follow you, drenched and soaking in the rain as you both danced and jumped into puddles and kissed and held each other close. Because of course he would.
It's Valko. He'd do anything for you.
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A/N: I wanted to cheer myself up by writing this for all my lovelies on here but it just depressed me further I think. I've seen such heartbreaking fanarts of Valko saying "they didn't like me" and I honestly sobbed.
Sincerely requesting all artists and authors and editors to not stop mentioning Valko, writing fics and making art for him. Please.
