𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 | Lookism Reader Insert [SLOW UPDATES]

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I do not own Lookism or any of it's characters. This is a fan fiction of the Webcomic created by Taejoon Park.

{This is probably so bad lol}

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"Who am I kidding, of course you did." She turned to look behind her, a man wearing a snugly zipped up leather jacket that did nothing to hide the muscle underneath stood before her with his brows furrowed, lips pursed as he stared down at her. She recognized the man almost immediately, feeling his eyes trained on her ever since they'd first arrived at the arcade. 

He stayed silent, eyes trailing away from her own cautiously before scanning over the damage done to the punching machine, giving a simple hum in return before stepping closer, non-threatening and calm as he approached her.  

"Hey Vasco what are you..." Jace stopped in his tracks as he took note of the the girl standing before them, one hand tucked into her pocket with the other holding a takeout box as she looked them over calmly. "Hi." He waved, big ears flushing a soft shade of red as his voice cracked, he looked way from her bashfully, embarrassment clear on his face while Vasco continued to stare her down.

"I'll be going, see you at school I guess." She turned away from the two, making her way back to the alley where she had left her car.

Vasco stared after her before she disappeared into the darkness of the night, tears welling in his eyes, turning to Jace with quivering lips he whispered, "She's so cool."

Y/N kicked at lone pebble stranded in the middle of the road, sighing as she stared longingly at the nearly forgotten box of food, she had a long car ride ahead of her despite how tired and disgusting she felt from previous activities. Her nose wrinkled distastefully as she smelled the familiar sent of cigarette smoke wafting freely through the air, only growing stronger the closer she got to her car.

A groan left her lips, mouth twisted into a sneer as she quickened the pace she'd previously been walking at in order to find whoever had been smoking near her car.

She hated the smell of cigarette smoke.

Turning a sharp corner she nearly collided with someone's back as he stood before the brick wall of some old laundromat, the person laughed obnoxiously loud while bringing a cigarette to their lips as they listened to some douche who was leaning on her car tell some shitty joke that probably wasn't even that good. She didn't know and didn't care to as he rested his foot on the sleek black door of her precious baby.

"Excuse me, that's my car." She called out, shoving past the giant standing in front of her. The men gathered around her car stopped laughing, smiles still on their stupid faces as she glared at them , one let out a poorly hidden laugh disguised as a cough before the person leaning on her car spoke up.

"Sorry pretty lady, we didn't know." He chuckled, obviously not taking her seriously as he held up his hands in mock surrender earning a few laughs from the people around him, "Thought someone left this old hunk of junk." He joked, smile faltering when she didn't laugh and instead raised a bro at him, scowl on her face deepening further.

"Get. Off. Of my. Fucking. Car." She said lowly, an all too polite smile on her face as her tone was laced with a hostile threat.

He sniffed, using the pad of his thumb to wipe at his nose before stepping away from her car, stuffing his hands into the pockets of some shitty off brand G*cci he was wearing. "Christ, okay. Learn to take a fucking joke." 

She rolled her eyes, storming past the group of men before reaching her car and watching through the reflection of her deeply tinted car window as the man who'd previously been leaning on it, tried to inch behind her, like a fucking  idiot.

"Hey pretty lady, don't you think I deserve a thanks for bein' so nice."  He whispered hot breath creeping up her neck while she got a whiff of the terrible smell lacing his lips.

"Nope. Fuck off." She answered quickly,  gaze locking in on a the hand that was beginning to reach out to her in the reflection of the car window. She gripped the car's  door handle, counting down the seconds until the man behind her was close enough before side stepping his advances and swinging the door open, effectively slamming his nose into the car door. She watched in mild irritation as his blood smeared against the black metal almost immediately as he reeled back from the impact.

He stumbled back, clutching pitifully at his nose as blood trickled down his hands, smearing the red fluid messily against his face in a sad attempt to stop the bleeding. She stared at him, unimpressed, watching the rest of his goons step back cautiously, unaware of what to do in fear of sharing a similar fate.

"My bad." She mumbled insincerely, tone flat with disinterest.  She turned away from him, using the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe the remnants of his blood from her car, silently hoping she wouldn't find herself cleaning it because of the douche behind her. He was crying loudly, cursing her as he tried to stay conscious with the amount of blood he was losing.

"The nearest hospital is about two blocks away, " She muttered, already beginning to make her way into her car, takeout box of food in hand, "You could make it there before you pass out if you hurry." 

Almost as if on cue, she heard the all too familiar sound of a body hit the ground, a dull thud against the asphalt as the force of their weight came down on them, followed by silence as the group hovered around the injured man processed the situation.

With that, she shut her door and started the car before they had time to start kicking at her car, pulling off into the night as she began impatiently drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, hunger still at the forefront of her mind.