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pairing: good boy!heeseung/bad girl!reader

genre: rich kid au, 80s au, smut with fluff and plot

warnings: dom!reader, sub!heeseung, smoking (cigarettes), alcohol consumption, prep school is mentioned but reader and heeseung are both of age, very brief mention of vomit, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), loss of virginity, there is some secondhand embarrassment in this but i swear it’s cute, reader calls hee “baby” literally all the time, the rest of enhypen are in this (and so are K and EJ from iland lmao)

word count: 15k

a/n: this is the longest fic i’ve ever written 😵‍💫 i also made a playlist to listen to while i wrote this so here it is if you want to listen while you read

masterlist here

You’d always felt the urge to destroy perfect things.

When you were five years old, you smashed your fist into your perfectly-decorated birthday cake. In elementary school, you ran your bike through the pristine flowerbed in front of your parent’s church. Three summers ago you used sewing scissors to cut off your hair simply because the pastor of that church told you it looked pretty. 

Nothing was meant to be perfect, including people, though the residents of your town seemed to disagree. They loved to play pretend, to brag to each other about their new boats and cars, their son’s acceptance to Yale, or their daughter’s to Harvard. They loved to bask in the abundance of their wealth during the day, and then drink themselves to death at night. The most miserable people have the prettiest lives. 

So you took it upon yourself to let the true colors of everybody else shine through you. Sure, you were an absolute mess, but at least you were an authentic one.

And you were determined to find a perfect boy and turn him into a mess for you. Your most ambitious project to date.

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If Tomorrow Is Different

word count: 5.8k+

pairing: Viktor/Photographer!Reader, Viktor x Photographer!Reader (I always use GN pronouns!)

warnings: none! just tooth-rotting fluff and so. much. flirting.

notes: i could write all day about flirty/peppy viktor i love him SO MUCH this little cheeky mf! got this out yesterday (vik’s bday!!) but accidentally… deleted it… yeah TvT but uh happy belated bday vitya!! <3

this fic is also cross-posted on AO3! hope you enjoy!

Piltoverian photographs aren’t supposed to be complex.

They’re still images, after all, only a story brought to life by certain motifs in a work.

Dark contrasts, stunning detail, matte finishes, perfection that has yet to be tapped into—this is what most request. After years of experience, along with guidance from experienced professionals, you’ve learned to master your craft.

Finding the optimal angle to invoke power as a theme—it’s already a done deal when the mere mention of the task comes about. Marking Piltover as a country that has endured toil and shed its chrysalis of grime to emerge into an ornate creature of power—easily approachable. Showing off luxuries and the finest qualities of the elite—taken care of with a simple snap of pearls and gold.

Results are always surface-level, superficial, unreal because you’re able to mask the imperfections on camera—the qualities that always jump out at you, scaring the lens into submission. It’s the “scourge of Piltover,” a nightmare that buries its claws deep within your profession in the city, plaguing every individual, no matter how seemingly humble.

You’re well-adjusted to curing the illness, hiding what needs to be hidden, perhaps even inclined to make people look better than they actually are.

But with Viktor, there comes a dilemma.

Viktor, weak and feeble, as if a gust of wind may break his bones and put a stop to his heart. Viktor, fickle and nuanced, this unspoken genius that lays behind the shell of a human, blooming into brilliance with every second of existence.

How are you supposed to immortalize such a man?

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