Lookism X Reader

Vasco X Fem. Reader

Request by CamCrusher123
I went with a more mentally "know yourself" tough than physically tough. I hope you like it.

(Name) felt like her face was going to melt off as she looked in the mirror. She was being smothered by a mid thigh length, floral, pink, and white dress. It was cute, girly, emphasized the curves of her body, and was too friendly looking for anything the (Hair Color) haired girl would ever pick out.

That was the point though. Her (body adjective) body was being flaunted to the world like (Name)'s mother had always wanted. Her mother wanted to show off her gorgeous daughter so much in the way she saw fit that she made a bet. Gambling was something she had said she'd never do, and to an extent the middle aged woman hadn't. She knew there was no way she'd ever lose the bet she made.

She had bet her younger that she, (Name), couldn't go a day without acting like a brute. Her daughter accepted the challenge after constant harassment from her mother. The bet meant no fighting, no yelling, no damaging anything, and the hardest part no giving cold looks to anyone. It was ridiculous, outdated, and even her mother agreed that the last one wasn't practical, but she wanted to see her daughter be a flower for just one day.

Losing the wager (Name) held to her reluctantly given word, and allowed her mother to pick out her outfit for the day. She would be going to school in the girly dress her mom had sewn for her. She had also allowed her mother to put up her hair however she wanted since the woman dropped one of her previous requests. She ended up with a simple (ponytail or side swoop).

(Name) felt a bit nervous about going once she reached her front door. She would really have to go outside looking "soft".

Her mother walked up alongside her "It's okay (Name). You've always been and you'll always be tough as nails. I know that, it's how I know you'll be fine for this one day".

(Name) let her (eye color) eyes take a sideways look at her mom. "Thanks, and the dress you made me is nice". With that said (Name) took her first steps out into the world for that day.

On her way to school nothing different had happened. No one was really around to see her. Walking through the school gates was a different experience though. The second (Name) walked through the gate she could feel the eyes on her, and hear the whispers about her.

"That's (Name) right. She looks really different like that,"

"You're sure that's her?"

"Hand sewn clothes,"

"She doesn't seem as cold as usual. Maybe it's just the clothes though,"

"I didn't think anyone in the architecture department could clean themselves up like that," People talked as she walked by. (Name) didn't care much about the compliments or scrutiny the other students gave or put her under. She was more focused on class and what Vasco would think.

Her boyfriend, Vasco, had never seen her outside of wearing boys shorts, hoodies, tank tops, and the grey jumpsuit most of the architecture department wore. She was tough, and just as capable as a majority the guys. She was confident though. She knew who she was, and even in a frilly dress she was the baddest girl in school.

Her thoughts didn't waver as she walked into class. The boys were all in a circle, and didn't notice her at first. It was Dwight, one of the younger years, who fist noticed her while turning around to grab a book off a desk. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped down at the sight of her out of pure surprise. "(Name), you look so different!"

The commotion got the other boys to turn around to see as well. Most of them had the same reaction, while (Name) stood and gave a blank face to their reactions. "It's not that different," she said quietly. The reply got them going again as they talked about her personality doing a flip to that of someone quiet and gentle. "You're all taking this just a bit to seriously, you know" she said relaxed.

A couple of them rubbed the back of their heads "Yeah, maybe you've got a point there".

(Name) nodded coolly. She noticed Vasco had been watching her the whole time, as well as watching the others' reactions. It wasn't until he got up that the others noticed him too.

As he reached the (tall,average, or short) girl he stood there for a second looking at her closely. Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into an embrace. "You look nice (Name). The pink is cute on you," he said.

(Name)'s face heated up in the slightest way. "Thanks Vasco, I appreciate it. You don't seem very surprised though".

He just looked into her eyes before quietly saying how she was always this pretty, and sweet on the inside. The only thing was now everybody could tell.

Her eyes widened a fraction at the revelation. He wasn't surprised at all. He already knew the (Name) who wore her mom's hand sewn clothes, the (Name) who wanted her loved ones happy, and the (Name) who could be trusted with anything. It was something she hadn't really thought of before about her boyfriend. He knew her better than anyone else at their school.

The day went by the same way. (Name) would catch eyes, and mouthed would gossip, while Vasco would tell her small compliments. Her mom was right about being alright for a day. (Name) felt like it had been a nice experience; finding out the extent of the high regard Vasco held for her was undoubtably the best part.