Throw on some heels, Cover my tears ᝰ.ᐟ
. . . Sunday x reader - Oneshot
sypnosis: you decided to wear 10cm stilettos to work just because they were pretty—what you didn't know is how much pain they will cause. However, you have an ace up your sleeve—your boyfriend, Sunday! You called him, in hope to pick you up from work. Will he make time for love or work?
tags: Sunday x f!reader, Estabilished Relationship, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Intimacy, Reader is princess-coded, Sunday has office work to do, !Before he got jailed!, Robin and Sunday didn't get separated.
a/n: hii!! It's my first published fanfic! I worked very hard for it, I also wrote other fanfics, but I never ended up releasing them or finishing them, so the release of this fanfic means a lot! I wrote this for fun, since this fanfic is inspired by a situation that happened to me in real, I wore 8cm heels just because they were pretty, and I had to call my friend to come and pick me up, and even to take my hand and help me walk, especially when we came down the stairs, also the title was inspired by some lyrics of the song "Hot" (english version) by Le Sserafim heeehee. The reader's personality it's always inspired by myself and Miyeon from i-dle! (That's why she's so princess-coded).English it's not my first language, so I apologize in advance. !The action happened before Sunday got jailed! I would be thankful if you would correct me for any mistake.
Enjoy <3
"I've actually twisted my ankles ten times so far!" you complained, scrunching your face. "And I know that beauty is pain, buuuut why do they have to cause me sooo much pain when they're soooo pretty?" you teased, your voice going up, as if you were demanding something.
Well, you clearly were.
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Wearing 10cm stilettos to work—really? How did you come up with such an idea? Anyway, this doesn't matter. What truly matters is how are you going to convince your workaholic boyfriend to pick you up? Well, there's only one way to find out. This phone call.
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You were tapping your feet on the floor, as you waited for your lover's answer. His care for you was truly admirable. Aww, only if he wasn't that busy...
"Would you like—" Sunday began, as the voices of his employees went over his, as they were heard loudly throught the speaker.
Your legs were hurting, as you felt the tension in the muscles building up. Even if you mastered high heels, this time there was no way you could've commanded them. And the tones of other people certainly didn't help you, instead they irritated you.
Due to the annoyance, your body shifted forward, focusing on calling your boyfriend out.
"Sunday." you addressed him in serious tone. "Are you messing with me?!" you continued, rolling your eyes. You knew that he always paid attention when you were speaking, but sometimes he kept mixing two things that barely matched—love and work.
On the other side of the phone, your boyfriend sighed. "I'm not messing with you dear. I would never allow such thing." he answered, with a soft reassuring voice.
One thing is certain—he would definitely have not allowed that.
You decided to insist—after all, the pain of the heels was an horrible one, feeling your feet being close to vanishing. Even though it's not like it was Sunday's fault—if anything, he was the one who could fix it.
"Do you even know the pain I went through and I'm still going through?" you asked, emphasising the word "you", as you made a puppy face, a gesture that was very usual in your relationship.
The regret in your voice was very noticeable, as Sunday was feeling even more worried for you.
Of course, your goal was not to make your boyfriend feel guilty, it was merely to make him pick you up, needing his emotional and physical support in these moments.
"[Name], I do understand what you're going through." he avowed, running his fingers through his grey hair. Then, he took in a deep breath. "Alright. I'll be there." he promised. "But please, relax until I arrive." he adds, soliciting you to rest.
Without wasting a moment, Sunday gathered the papers into a stack, leaving as quickly as possible towards the office building which you work in. Of course, behind him he left a chaos of people due to his unfinished work.
Minutes passed, as you leaned back in your chair, trying to stretch your legs—which is not the best idea, while you opened your phone, trying to calm down.
Suddenly, from behind, a soft voice murmurs. "[Name], how are you feeling now?" you turned around—it was your boyfriend! His golden eyes couldn't leave you for a second, kneeling near you. His hands quickly found yours, as he took them into his, brushing them softly.
"Sunday." you spoke, as your face lit up, due to the arrival of your love. "Well, physically I'm not better than before, but," you stopped for a moment, admiring your handsome and loyal lover. "Emotionally, I'm feeling very well, since you're with me... now." you added, while the corners of your mouth were going up. Your eyes were glowing, as they were looking into his.
"I'm delighted to hear that, love." a little smile developed on his face, as he got up slowly, signaling you his intentions. Sunday was not the type of man to show physical affection in public, but in this situation, you were more important than his public figure. He approached you, pressing his lips gently onto yours. The kiss was a short, but tender one, as the feelings of both of you were added into it.
Taking your hand into his and grabbing your waist delicately, Sunday helped you to get up from your chair. Oh—and it's not over! He put his hands behind your back, lifting you up in bridal style, making sure that you don't take any more steps with those heels! You gave him a reassuring smile, whispering a soft 'I love you', as if you thanked him through your look.
By the thought of having Sunday, which was also the leader of the Oak Family and an important figure in Penacony, holding you in his arms, clearly made you feel shy, as you hid your face with your palms, from time to time uncovering your eyes just to watch him.
Arriving home, your boyfriend put you on the sofa slowly, as he removed your problematic heels, offering you your cozy fluffy slippers. After all—he had experience with taking care of his sister, Robin. You put them on, as you thanked him once again for being by your side everytime, giving a soft peck on his lips.
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You promised not to wear those heels anymore—or at least, not at work! The elegant stilletos certainly didn't have a beneficial effect on your legs—even if they were so pretty, but with the help of your loveable boyfriend, Sunday, who wiped your tears and fixed the situation, everything went back to normal—after all, who else would make his days exciting if not you?
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