[image desc: 3 selfies of me in my wheelchair wearing a button down with a bee print, a velvet blazer, black jeans, and metallic nude lipstick (1) me buttoning the top button of my shirt (2) mr with my blazer falling off my arm (3) me with my head resting on my hand an laughing]
I saw a tweet by Dappered the other day linking to a story they did about “the perfect navy blazer” by Spiers & Mackey. It was a nice jacket by all accounts, a deep navy, contrasting buttons (but not gold, like mine…), and a modest price. The only issue I took with the blazer was the pictorial, which featured a bearded hipster bro in inky dark blue jeans, the blazer, and double monk strap loafers. Despite wearing jeans and a blazer, he looked like he improvised a suit as there was zero contrast in his jacket and pants. And of course I’m qualified to criticize.
Today I wore an old Brooks Brothers “346” sack blazer I grabbed on eBay a few years back. It’s labeled a “38” but it might be a short instead of a regular. However, the slightly shorter cut with a traditionally loose jacket does have a nice lengthening effect on the legs. I wore a faded pair of Levi’s 501s here to demonstrate how to wear jeans “right” with a navy blazer, but I failed to capture a pic of them. Because taking pictures in the bathroom mirror can be weird. The point is contrast: Jeans and jacket shouldn’t be the same shade of blue.
I did get a picture of these tan bucks by Bass, however. I always forget how comfortable they are, but I generally don’t wear them. Because they have laces. @theunbuttonedlife would understand.
Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected. Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fake Dating!AU Word Count: 4,072 Author’s Note: 12 fucking pages of notes and outlines and ideas have led to this. Please enjoy. Title taken from Taylor Swift’s Wonderland. I’ll try to upload part 2 within the next few days depending on the response.
To say you are completely floored would be an understatement as you unconsciously curl your fingers tighter around the phone pressed against your ear, confusion and questions settling itself across your features as you try to put a rational thought into this situation only to come up completely short because—!
“What do you mean you’re going to be late?” You demand, trying to keep the nervous touch out your tone, but it’s hard to sound casual when your heart starts to pound a little quicker at the thought of plans not going the way you had once envisioned it to go. “You realize the only reason I’m here is because you insisted that I had to come with you!”
“I’m really sorry (Y/N)-ah!” Hoseok says from the other side of the line, at least trying to make an effort to sound apologetic. “Class ran really really late, and there’s traffic. There must have been an accident or something.”
“I knew we should have just gone together,” You huff out, high heels tapping loudly against the sidewalk pavement as you continue making your way to the restaurant. As much as you would rather simply wait around for Hoseok to arrive to the scene, the idea of just sitting in your car makes you feel slightly congested. While you would be slightly uncomfortable in the restaurant given the company you are about to surround yourself with, it’s better than sitting in the dark.