You're My Aesthetic Tord x Reader

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You weren't much of one, just for things like Instagram and Tumblr.
Though you weren't the typical 'I'm gonna show my ass for likes' kinda girl.
No,
You were into aesthetic.
Pastels and clothes, that's what you were about.
But it seemed you needed something new. Your extensive collection of clothes was running a bit short, you needed new shirts, pants, skirts, and most importantly, shoes.
Those were your main aesthetic.

You liked big, boxy shoes as well as decorative, slim shoes.
Shoes made the whole outfit perfection.
Of course you never spent much on them considering the hand-me-down style you went for, that didn't keep you from raiding thrift stores wherever you could find them.
But you decided you'd indulge just this once, and actually went to a legitimate store for them.

"Tord's shoes and wearables." You mouthed, looking at the sign and sighing, the sign was way too futuristic for your taste, you and your followers were more interested in the old time-y kind of things.
This store had good ratings though, so you thought giving it a try wouldn't hurt.
The place apparently made custom shoes for every person willing to pay, so you decided on getting a few new pairs.

"Don't let me down now yelp." You mumbled as you walked through the door.
You were a bit surprised when you walked in, it obviously wasn't just shoes that they sold, but comfortable looking sports wear and other items.
The smell of the place was that of shoe polish and cigarettes, not the finest mix but it was better than most places.

The store was pretty much empty, save for a few women in the self care section, talking and giggling amongst themselves, every once in awhile pointing towards the front desk where you could see a man's back as he arranged things.

You chuckled, girls around here drooled at every new comer they laid their eyes on, not that you couldn't say the same for some of the guys as well. It was a pretty open community, which you appreciated.

Making your way to the front where the man was, you began making an assumption of what he might look like when he turned around. From what you could see, he had auburn hair that was spiked up with a small ponytail in the back, and he was wearing a red shirt and black pants, the uniform that you had heard of looked very comfortable. For a moment you thought about maybe trying to mimic the loose look and post it, but you weren't sure.

Seeing as he hadn't noticed you standing there yet, you looked at the counter and saw a little bell, which you jokingly rang.

You were not prepared for what turned around.