black heels | kuroo tetsurou
after hearing his knock, you open the door. your heart pounds at the sight of him, as if it wasn’t pounding enough at just the mere thought of him.
“hi,” he says, just above a whisper.
you watch as tetsu’s lips slightly part and his hands, occupied with a small bouquet of red roses, drop just barely noticeable.
taking a deep breath, you bring yourself to meet his eyes, heart fluttering as you take in the sight of him in a white button-up and black slacks that fit him oh-so-well. his mouth moves but no sound comes out.
“you look uh-” he utters, face flushed as he brings one arm up to rub the back of his neck. his eyes moves erratically around your body as if he’s in a rush to see all of you. “really good. no, really pretty..?”
you can’t help but grin at his unprecedented nervousness. “you don’t really sound sure,” you chip back.
“oh i’m sure,” he insists. “i- uh, got you some flowers.” he slowly extends his arm, waiting for you to accept them.
you reach out, and the plastic crinkles as you carefully grasp the rose stems.
“thank you,” you whisper, smiling into the flowers. it’s only been a few seconds since you’ve seen him and your cheeks already ache from all the smiling.
“mm” he hums. “you also look taller”
“oh,” you look down at your feet and lift your right foot to show him your new black heels. “i’m wearing heels”
he has so much thoughts about your heels whirling in his head, he can’t possibly settle on just one reply, so he simply replies, “they’re cute.”
“it’s easier for you to reach me now too,” you beam.
“mm” he hums, his lips slowly turn into a smirk as he quips back, “but they still make you so much shorter than me”
not having a decent comeback to his comment, you just glare at him and turn around to find a vase for your roses. seeing your reaction, he laughs and follows you inside, both of your hearts warmer than when you first saw each other.
~~~
you were fine for the first two hours, but now, getting out of his car and back to your apartment is going to be a lot more painful on your feet than you hoped. your heels fit you well, but you can only walk for so much in heels for one day.
after getting out of his car, you shut the door and mentally check to make sure you have your clutch, phone, and jacket. remembering that tetsu walks much faster than you, you quickly begin to walk back into your apartment building before he can catch your scrunched up face thanks to your aching feet.
before you left your apartment, he had inquired about your comfort and asked if you were sure you didn’t want to bring sneakers. not wanting him to think you couldn’t handle being in heels, you insisted that you were completely fine.
now, he trails behind your slightly limping figure with an amused expression on his face.
“...you sure you’re okay in those?” he asks worriedly, and you don’t have to turn around to catch the slightly amused smile on his face.
“‘m fine” just a couple more steps and stairs to go, you think to yourself.
tetsu quickly catches up to you and hovers his arm over you, as if to lend you support but not sure if you want it. “i could ... give you a piggyback ride,” he offers.
you look up at him with faux annoyance. “dummy, my dress will ride up”
“ah, right...” he utters. he looks around your apartment complex and at the shadows of you two caused by the lamp posts beside the sidewalk. “if you weren’t in pain, i would have said i told you so much earlier”
you open your mouth to reply but he quickly adds, “why don’t i carry you like ...y’know like how the groom carries the bride in weddings?”
you stop, turn around and watch as he blinks at you, waiting for a response. “okay,” you smile.
and that’s how you ended the night being carried bridal style by your boyfriend who made you swore you’d let him bring you sneakers to change into the next time you’re out in heels.
~~~
later that night:
“i don’t mind carrying you, but i’d rather carry you under circumstances where your feet aren’t in pain”
“mm...do you like me in heels?”
“i do, it’s fun to see you indulge in being a few inches taller than you normally are”
“...you like being taller than me way too much”
“it’s not a crime,” he shrugs
“...do you ever wish you were taller?”
“i think all volleyball players have wished that they were taller. i don’t think there’s a ‘tall enough’ in volleyball. but i like my height, probably because i’m used to it. why, am i not tall enough for you?”
“more like too tall for me..”
“that a problem?”
“you know it’s not”
“...do you like me being taller than you?”
“i do”
“hmm i can tell”
“what is that supposed to mean?”
“...”
“tetsu, what was that supposed to mean, hm?”
“just that i’ve caught the way your tone of voice sounds like bragging when you told your family how tall i am”
“...have you been eavesdropping??”
“kinda hard not to when you were calling right in front of me”
“...”
“why so quiet, baby?”
“m just tired”
“from walking in heels all night?” again, you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “for the record, i like you in heels. a subject to make fun of you for and an excuse to carry you?? what could be better?”
“good night”
“i love you too, babe”
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to have, to hold
pairing: non-idol!jun x gn!reader [reader has a uterus!!!]
genre: comfort :(
word count: ~0.5k
warnings: menstruation/period comfort fic. mentions of bad cramps. no real proofreading sorry :(
daisy's notes: ive had someone try it before but if u try to be gross in the replies, ur gonna get blocked!!!
Jun heard your crying before he ever saw you. Thankfully, despite the way his heart would always drop when he heard you crying, he knew what was going on. Therefore, he was ready to go straight into boyfriend mode for you.
And if that meant cuddling? Then so be it.
He'd picked up everything you'd asked him to get on his way home and dropped the bag at the foot of the bed, already climbing in to come to you. Your heating pad was plugged in and pressed against your abdomen, and he could see your wet cheeks in the low light as you uncurled just enough to look at him. Jun knew you: he knew your cramps were always particularly painful. On a good day, medicine could help a little bit...
But on days like these? All he could do was climb closer, letting you seek refuge in his arms for a bit. He shut his eyes, resting his head on yours as he traced hearts onto your back, feeling the way your grip tightened at his back, fistfuls of his sweater between your fingers. He could feel the heat of your heating pad as you pulled him in closer, just holding onto him as you sobbed into his chest. Jun snuggled in a little closer. If he could take on even a fraction of your pain, he would. Seeing you cry was... hard. Harder when it was like this, when he couldn't cheer you up and make you dinner and press soft kisses against your skin to make it all better. All he could do was hold you and hope that your cramps would die down enough. And then he would do what he always did: he'd leave you eventually to make something delicious to eat, and he'd offer you the first bite with that shy smile as he waited to see if you were happy. He would take care of you however he could. You were there for him when he was sick or tired; he would always be here for you when you needed him.
"I love you," he murmured, pressing another kiss onto the top of your head. "I'm sorry."
"Not your fault, Junnie..." You squeezed him a little tighter. "Don't apologize."
"I wish I could help."
Another squeeze. "You are. You're here."
He let out a sigh. But that doesn't feel like enough. Not when you're crying. "Can I do anything to help?" He continued to trail his fingers across your back, lazy, lop-sided hearts still being traced into your skin. "I can get more pillows, or blankets, or..."
You shook your head, leaning back just enough that he could see your tear-stained face. "Just... stay here with me."
He snuggled back in, a hand curling around the back of your head as he drew you closer. As you wish.
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