fic: dedicated follower of fashion
title: dedicated follower of fashion
pairing: iker casillas/sergio ramos
rated: pg13
While organized in the conciseness found in the a home in constant readiness for a media home tour, Iker's closet was woefully sparse. It had hurt Sergio sometimes to even walk beside the open door because what was the point of existing without the opportunity to life to one’s full potential. Even if one existed as a closet. He'd begun to bring items over slowly, a pair of jeans here, several shirts and trainers there, and eventually an entire suitcase full of clothes branded with the names of his fashion gods to fill the space in Iker's closet. And, incidentally, Iker's heart.
It filled Sergio with pride to know he rekindled a pride of self in Iker these past few months. Anything to get Iker out of jeans bordering on the color of acidwash and reintroducing him to the importance of skincare. Iker even took to speaking to his stylish before events and began remember the actual contents of his closet. He even joked about shopping more often to keep up with Sergio’s ever expanding side. Iker also spent a moment to look at clothes together before putting them on like today, staring at the rack of suits he pulled down.
"Is it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?" Sergio asked, sneaking his arms around Iker's waist.
Iker leans back into the hug with a distracted hmm. "Day after tomorrow. Is there anything I should know?"
"Rich and the metallic shine are the way you want to go. This," Sergio lifted a reluctant hand to wave at the dull black suit Iker so obviously leaned. "Will not do."
Iker nodded as if he understood. "The gray then?"
"You've worn that within the past. Ah." He calculated in his head. "The past five months."
"Sergio. I buy clothes so that I can wear them."
"Yes. But no one said you had to wear them poorly." Sergio blocked the lazy elbow swinging towards his gut with a forearm.
"What do you suggest then?"
"The brown of course. The stripe, the duality of the matte and the satin with the metallic shine is perfect for you."
Iker laughed and turned in Sergio's arms. "Where do you get this stuff?"
Sergio, who understands the difference between chasing trends and the pride of a man who has no fear of expressing himself, found offense in Iker labeling his knowledge of fashion as stuff, and he expressed himself in the most potent manner he had available to him at that moment; Sergio pouted.
"Nenito," Iker gave a soft laugh and kiss his pouting lips. "I'm sorry. But you know I have no real use for more than the designers I admire. Tell me why you like the brown."
If anything Sergio pouted harder. "It would bring out the color of your eyes."
Iker kissed him again, a little longer, a little softer. "Brown suit it is."
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pairing: iker casillas/sergio ramos
rated: pg13
While organized in the conciseness found in the a home in constant readiness for a media home tour, Iker's closet was woefully sparse. It had hurt Sergio sometimes to even walk beside the open door because what was the point of existing without the opportunity to life to one’s full potential. Even if one existed as a closet. He'd begun to bring items over slowly, a pair of jeans here, several shirts and trainers there, and eventually an entire suitcase full of clothes branded with the names of his fashion gods to fill the space in Iker's closet. And, incidentally, Iker's heart.
It filled Sergio with pride to know he rekindled a pride of self in Iker these past few months. Anything to get Iker out of jeans bordering on the color of acidwash and reintroducing him to the importance of skincare. Iker even took to speaking to his stylish before events and began remember the actual contents of his closet. He even joked about shopping more often to keep up with Sergio’s ever expanding side. Iker also spent a moment to look at clothes together before putting them on like today, staring at the rack of suits he pulled down.
"Is it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?" Sergio asked, sneaking his arms around Iker's waist.
Iker leans back into the hug with a distracted hmm. "Day after tomorrow. Is there anything I should know?"
"Rich and the metallic shine are the way you want to go. This," Sergio lifted a reluctant hand to wave at the dull black suit Iker so obviously leaned. "Will not do."
Iker nodded as if he understood. "The gray then?"
"You've worn that within the past. Ah." He calculated in his head. "The past five months."
"Sergio. I buy clothes so that I can wear them."
"Yes. But no one said you had to wear them poorly." Sergio blocked the lazy elbow swinging towards his gut with a forearm.
"What do you suggest then?"
"The brown of course. The stripe, the duality of the matte and the satin with the metallic shine is perfect for you."
Iker laughed and turned in Sergio's arms. "Where do you get this stuff?"
Sergio, who understands the difference between chasing trends and the pride of a man who has no fear of expressing himself, found offense in Iker labeling his knowledge of fashion as stuff, and he expressed himself in the most potent manner he had available to him at that moment; Sergio pouted.
"Nenito," Iker gave a soft laugh and kiss his pouting lips. "I'm sorry. But you know I have no real use for more than the designers I admire. Tell me why you like the brown."
If anything Sergio pouted harder. "It would bring out the color of your eyes."
Iker kissed him again, a little longer, a little softer. "Brown suit it is."
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