PHOTOGRAPHER'S VISION | heathers

ENTRY ONE - PROLOGUE

(You are implied to be tall + lanky, but you can also skim over the mentions of you being tall like I do when I'm supposed to be short in x reader fanfics LMAO)

"Wait- you're commissioning ME? For a drawing of YOU?" [Name] stammered out, tightly grasping the strap to their camera satchel with clammy hands. Their eyes darted rapidly over the blonde haired figure looming over them. despite the girl being shorter than them, she still had a presence that could stomp over anyone.

"It's not a commission, it's an order." She snarled and grabbed the collar of their loose fitting shirt, eliciting a yelp from them.

"Got it Heather!" They squeaked, raising their hands up defensively, takin a step back after she had eased her manicured hand from the fabric of their shirt.

"And I want it done as soon as possible."

"Noted!.."

"It better catch my best angle, which is all of them."

"Yep.."

She narrowed her eyes, scowling. She stared at your facial features for a moment, a light flush brushing over her cheeks.

"And, last thing. Don't expect payment, mkayyy?" Heather flipped her hair over her shoulder and blew a stray golden lock away from her face which was pampered with carefully applied makeup.

"But that's-"

"Shh! Or I'll break that stupid camera of yours." Her grin was dangerous, clouded with a menacing aura.

[Name] was quivering at this point. Heather knew that they couldn't afford to fix their nor replace their camera, so it was like a relic to them. Their safe place from the storm that was high school.

She smirked and turned on the ball of her foot, prowling out of the stingy school bathrooms, gracefully curving around the puddles of who-knows-what.

How, [Name] thought, how could she get away with that kind of thing? But then again, her parents did pay for all the teacher's salaries. Wouldn't want to expel the school's money hog, right? Screw the kids she and her lackeys tormented, they didn't matter.

They stood still in the bathroom for a while, contemplating. They could snap a bunch of pictures of the things they wanted to take pictures of, not do the commission, and wait for the inevitable. Or they could do the commission..

The bell screeched, indic#ating the end of lunch. 

They padded awkwardly out of the loo, their worn out Mary Janes squeaking against the silikal flooring.

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Woo! Prologue done. Probably gonna make the love interest chapters in a few hours, but this was actually quite fun to make. I think this will be my main focus with some extra side projects.

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