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Model!IcelandxPhotographer!Reader~ Photo Shoot"I told you, either show me something I know is capable of matching my standards, or get out. I don't need these self absorbed models or gaudy outfits in any one of my shots." You said bluntly, throwing the multiple profiles back onto the black desk. The supervisor glared, grabbing his belongings and storming out of the office. A loud sigh came from your assistant, who had listened to the argument and was currently cleaning the camera lenses.Model!IcelandxPhotographer!Reader~ Photo Shoot by Ricordare
"______, this is the sixth request this week you've rejected. You'll need to accept a job sooner or later." Toris said, a worried look on his face. You scoffed, taking a long sip from your drink off to the side.
"You're such a worry wart, T. Didn't I tell you in the beginning that this was going to happen a lot?"
"But still, if you weren't such an amazing photographer, we would have lost customers ages ago."
You chuckled. "It's actually my pickiness that keeps them coming, isn't it? And not to mention we still have quite a lot of money in the acco
EnglandxReader~ A New Legend| Part 1You woke up from a long restless sleep. As you tried to get back to sleep however, your uncle started calling you.EnglandxReader~ A New Legend| Part 1 by Ricordare
" _____! Get yer lazy ass up to the kitchen! It's breakfast time soon!"
You groaned as you reluctantly got out of your bed. You loved your uncle, but he was one to wake you up at the crack of dawn no matter what.
As usual you brushed your (h/c) hair. Then with a wet cloth, you wiped your (e/c) eyes filled with blue speckles. You received this unnatural trait from your father. Putting on a beige dress that wasn't too fancy for a day of chores and a locked locket given by your mother, you walked to the kitchen.
Stepping into the kitchen, you found your uncle frying eggs. 'Wait, that's not good.' And a second later, the eggs caught on fire.
"UNCLE!!! 'Cough' PUT OUT THE FIRE! 'Cough' 'Cough' " You yelled
as the smoke filled the room. "_____, DO THE 'Cough' WATER SPELL AND 'Cough' HURRY!" Your uncle responded from across the table. You quickly recited t
CanadaxReader~ Sweet EncouragementUrgh! You thought as a hit landed hard on your cheek, causing you to step back in recoil. Regaining back your stance, you started forward, throwing hit after hit to your opponent in front of you. Though they tried to block it, you managed to pounded in a number of punches that they eventually were trapped in the corner. Adrenaline burning through your body, you ignored the pain building up in your arms and continued raining down the punches in quick time, never letting your opponent regain there composure.CanadaxReader~ Sweet Encouragement by Ricordare
After what seemed like just a few seconds of continuous strikes and jabs, you were forced back by the referee, who helped you realize that your opponent had already fainted, causing you to smile.
"And the one continuing on to finals is...______ ______!" His voice called out loud and clear. Bringing you into the middle of the ring, he rose up your arm, causing thousands of cheers to ring out throughout the stadium. Though you were breathing hard and sweati
ItalyxReader~ Refreshing Sketches"Ve! This is just perfect for sketches!" The excited voice cheered, looking everywhere with delight. From the pretty blue skies over the green field to the single humongous stone pine tree overlooking the horizon, no other setting seemed to show such simplicity. You smiled, following your friend while holding the two of your notebooks.ItalyxReader~ Refreshing Sketches by Ricordare
"If only we didn't need to do it for next week's judging." You sighed, seeing him put the wide cloth on the ground. He smiled, sitting cheerfully on the ground.
"Just pretend it's not for a project this time, si? It'll be nicer if there's nothing to worry for." He spoke with optimism, seeing you sit beside him in his bubble. You let him retrieve one of the notebooks from yourself while picking out colored pencils from your pencil pouch.
"Ok, lets get going then." Letting your eyes drop to the notebook's emptiness, you pressed your pencil down slowly and let it glide smoothly in directions, forming simple outlines and texture. Quickly