First Off, Yunho Learning Things Through Akemi Is Literally The Cutest Because I Can Imagine Babygirl

first off, yunho learning things through akemi is literally the cutest because i can imagine babygirl babbling nonsense about hongjoong, and yunho nodding along senselessly like 🥺 but the part where yunho ran into akemi’s mother really broke me :( it’s really ... shocking how easily we’re able to take criticism from people who’ve no importance to us any longer. especially so harshly but i guess it’s expected to overthink negatively. the representation of butterflies throughout the story is so cute and endearing. “and i plan to continue loving you for as long as i can.” mayhaps i cried.

you know that melancholy feeling you get when a good story ends? like you want it to continue because of the sentimentality and how amazingly written it was but it truly was the end?? that’s how i feel about this story. every emotional placement was written so accurately that i could feel what you were trying to portray—and realistically this fic is romantically accurate because while we ideally pine after relationships to form quickly, it’s more correct that relationships take a lot of time to develop and obviously, a lot of moments where you need to back-pedal and consider whether or not you’re in the ride for the majority or not; and you’ve covered that thought beautifully. overall this fic was very warm and cozy—it gave a deep sense of familiarity and it reminds me of hot cocoa by the fireplace in the best way possible. thank you for writing it, your writing is always breathtaking and coordinated in the most actively imaginative context ever. you described all of their attributes and habits correctly and even when hongjoong got drunk, you didn’t overdo his intoxication or enunciate the fact that yes, he’s inebriated. i really, really liked this story! it was a blessing to read and again, the way you portray these characters so relatably is something absolutely admirable. gosh, i could vent forever about this but thank you for writing it caly, it was chef’s kiss!

feels like floating (when i’m with you) - j.yh x k.hj

↣ pairing: k. hongjoong x j. yunho ↣ genre: angst/fluff/sfw, single dad!yunho, teacher!hongjoong ↣ wc: 27.2k ↣ ao3 version here (contains smut) ↣ summary: liking yunho is akin to the smell of rain after a bad thunderstorm, the first star that appears in the night sky, and the last drop of sunset before the night descends. hongjoong isn’t sure if it’s his favorite thing or the one he fears the most.

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Kim Hongjoong starts his days alone. Gets out of bed, does his morning routine, then goes to the elementary school ten minutes from his apartment all on his own. He runs through the monotonous and unending routine of teaching classes and watching the children on his own, sometimes stopped by another teacher in the hallway for a small chat but they never last long. Afternoons see Hongjoong watching the kids leave the school and staying in the classroom for an extra two or so hours for the one student who doesn’t get picked up until far later than usual. Then he heads home alone and concludes his day in the all too small apartment that is perfect for someone like him. “Someone like him” being a person who doesn’t need a lot to live happily or a lot to take care of himself. He has friends and family, people around him that he talks to on a daily basis, but there’s always something lacking and a certain feeling that nags at his heart when he sees parents with their children or couples in the street or his two best friends fawning over each other because they couldn’t be more in love.

And so, Kim Hongjoong starts his days alone and ends them lonely.

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ATEEZ FEVER PT. 2: TEASER

fr it is us 💘💗

dude you’re literally so precious oh my goodness :( she left BUT! i will bother her later >:D damn we cute fr 😩‼️ ALSO I LITERALLY DOWNLOADED A PIC OF THOSE EXACT BREEDS OF KITTENS BUT THEYRE GROWN?? coincidence i think Not. it’s a pleasure to be able to talk to you <3 i’m sorry i haven’t been sending as often, life rn is hectic but i will try harder >:] #kw anon!

when our minds are connected😌😌💘 when u go inside my brain it’s just Cats <3

NO PLS DONT APOLOGIZE!!!! it’s okay to have a life outside of our sns and i’ll be here<33 ily hehe >:)

DO NOT FEAR AND JUST RUN FORWARD

— i have you.

word count: 4.1k

pairing: choi san x gender neutral reader ; mentions of other ateez members

warnings: explicit language, mentions of the pandemic, mentions of food, very slight mention of ghosts and possession (?)

genre: fluff, non-idol au, university au, roommates au, friends-to-lovers au

notes: i was thinking of which idol to write for this, and then pink san happened and i just had to :’))) his pink hair is a d o r a b l e

summary: to put it simply, 2020 sucked. but perhaps 2021 will be kinder, especially with the company of one choi san.

a/n: happy new year everyone!! honestly it feels like a lot has happened in 2020, yet at the same time i feel like i haven’t done anything at all. 2020 was really hard for a lot of us, and i just want to say that i’m really proud of you for getting through another year!! remember it’s okay even if all you did was survive a day, it’s still progress, you tried your best, and that’s all that matters. i love you and i’m here for you, and i hope that 2021 will be a better year for all of us. wishing you all nothing but the best!! 💕

— 23:28

“No, no, no! Grab the onion! GRAB THE ONION! I NEED IT NOW!”

“I KNOW, I’M COMING! STOP SCREAMING!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! MY SOUP IS GOING TO BURN! SAN! SAN! SAN!”

“I SAID I’M COMING!”

“FUCK! IT’S BURNING! GET THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER! GET THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!”

“WELL, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY FUCKING ONION?”

“PUT IT DOWN!”

“YOU JUST SAID—”

You screech incoherently as the timer counts down to the last few seconds. The scoreboard pops up and your expression sours when you see the less-than-satisfactory score you and San get.

Grabbing the nearest throw pillow, you whack your roommate and friend repeatedly with all your might, ignoring his yelps and pleads for you to stop. “This. Is. All. Your. Fault!” you seethe, landing the final blows before deciding to have mercy on San.

“My fault?” he echoes indignantly. “You told me to get the onion and I did!”

“Well, we didn’t need it anymore because the soup was going to burn down the whole kitchen!” You huff heavily, sinking into the sofa. “I am never playing Overcooked with you again. Mr and Mrs Kim are going to hate us even more now, by the way.”

You wince at the (very likely) chance of your neighbours giving you an earful tomorrow morning from all the ruckus you and San are making. To be fair, the two of you are highly competitive when it comes to Mario Kart and Overcooked, so you probably definitely deserve that impending talking-to.

In your defence, though, Mr and Mrs Kim complain about every little noise that emits from your apartment. One time, you sneezed (perhaps a little too loudly, but it was purely accidental!) at 2am while cramming for an exam, and as you were leaving for school the next morning, Mrs Kim stuck her little head out from their apartment next door and yelled at you for five minutes in the hallway, even as you apologised and tried to explain that you were going to be late for your exam.

Fuck university and the education system, but tuition is expensive, and your mom was going to have your head if she found out you missed an important exam because of a goddamn sneeze.

Your neighbours are also the reason for why it’s impossible to have company over, and why parties are to be held at Wooyoung and Yeosang’s place and their place only. If the former ever step foot into your apartment, Mr and Mrs Kim might genuinely commit a triple homicide. Wooyoung is loud.

Sometimes, you have half a mind to snap back at your grouchy neighbours and give them a piece of your mind, but your friend Seonghwa, who is also the person who introduced you to San in the first place, persuaded you not to many times, saying that it was better for everyone if you maintained a (somewhat) civil relationship with your neighbours.

Seonghwa has always been a much kinder person than you.

“We’ll just...not leave the apartment tomorrow,” your pink-haired roommate says half-jokingly, but you know you’re both considering the idea. Starting the new year with San holding you back from fighting your neighbours isn’t exactly a good idea.

— 23:32

“What do we do now?” You rest your head against the back of the sofa. It sucks that you were both stuck indoors for New Year’s Eve this year, but you know it’s the right thing to do. All day, you’ve had to put up with Wooyoung’s lamenting about how he now has to think of something for next year’s New Year’s Eve party that will make up the inactivity that has plagued 2020.

You don’t even know what to have for breakfast tomorrow morning, and that’s assuming you’ll get up before noon, which never happens unless absolutely necessary. New Year’s resolution: drink more water and fix your sleeping schedule? Will you stick to it? Ha, no. But it sure feels nice to be a part of something.

“I don’t know,” San replies, sounding defeated. “Any ideas?” Your night so far has consisted of ordering an obscene amount of takeout and pigging out on pizza, fried chicken and Chinese food. Hey, it’s the holidays and you survived another semester of (very draining) online classes. You deserve it.

Then, San suggested a round of Mario Kart to pass time until the fireworks show came on TV. One round turned to two, then three, and ended in a screaming match that definitely earned you both a lengthy complaint. After which you made the horrible mistake of switching to Overcooked, because people truly weren’t exaggerating when they said that the game ruins friendships. You might as well move out after that disaster of a match. How did the two university students manage to fuck up virtual soup that badly?

“Nope,” you reply, popping the ‘p’, “I think I’m just going to go on YouTube or something? Unless you’re up for another round.”

“Ugh, no way.” He sticks his tongue out at you as he tucks a throw pillow under his head. How mature of him. You also don’t know why he picked that cushion—it’s so scratchy and uncomfortable because of all the sequins on it, but it was a gift from Seonghwa and you think it looks pretty on the sofa. “You’re like, the worst Overcooked teammate ever.”

You scoff. “That’s rich coming from the person who couldn’t hand me a damn onion.”

San opens his mouth to retort, but his phone rings—the caller ID says that it’s Wooyoung, you should’ve known, they’re practically two peas in a pod—and he shoots you an apologetic yet pointed smile, as if to say “this conversation isn’t over yet” before stepping into the kitchen to take the call.

— 23:37

With nothing to do, you put on your AirPods (you really don’t use them enough for how much you paid for them) and click on a YouTube video about bullet journaling. It would’ve been interesting if you were more artsy, but even your stick figures look extra sad, so you start zoning out. Even with your headphones on, you can hear San’s voice from the kitchen as he cheerfully chats with Wooyoung about God-knows-what. You hope it’s about how much he sucks at Overcooked. Yes, you’re still somewhat bitter about it.

Just the sound of his voice makes you smile with contentment. It’s so warm, and happy, and—holy fuck, you’re so whipped.

You never really believed in fate, but you’re happy that it brought Choi San into your life, because now you can’t imagine it without him.

You remember being stressed as fuck almost a year ago. Your old roommate moved out because she decided to study abroad and you were in desperate need of a new one. Your job at the coffee shop on campus definitely isn’t the worst thing on Earth, but no way in hell can it pay for a two-bedroom apartment without an additional tenant.

Thankfully, your very kind friend Park Seonghwa told you that his friend was looking for a new place and that you should contact him. The very next day, you met Choi San at Star1117 Coffee right after your shift to discuss the details, and he seemed more than happy with the somewhat reasonable rent and location of your apartment, which was just a few bus stops away from the university. He was incredibly sweet and kind despite his sharp features which intimidated you at first glance, and you had a good feeling with him as a roommate.

That is, until you fucked up royally.

Just two weeks after San moved in, quarantine happened and your university reverted to online teaching. It wasn’t all too bad at first because you and San got along well even though you were still slightly awkward around each other, which was to be expected with new roommates.

Leave it to you to screw things up.

You returned from the supermarket one day with groceries, and once discarding your mask and washing your hands you decided to take a hot shower. Without giving it a second thought (or knocking), you swung the bathroom door open rather violently, only for your eyes to meet the widened ones of one Choi San who evidently just got out of said shower.

Oh, and he was half naked.

The two of you stared at each other with your mouths agape until you finally came to your senses. Screaming apologies at your poor roommate, you dashed back into your room and face-planted onto your bed, completely mortified and also feeling very sorry for San. He moved in weeks ago and he’s probably already contemplating on moving out after what just happened.

“You did what?”

“Joong,” you groan before covering your face with a pillow and letting out a muffled scream. “It’s not funny.”

Your best friend cackles at the other end of the phone. “Not to you,” he sneers, and you can picture his devilish smirk in your head. “How did you manage to make a fool of yourself already? Didn’t he just move in?”

“Fuck you, Kim Hongjoong. I might just replace you with Seonghwa as my best friend.”

“Oh no, I’m terrified,” comes the flat reply, and you just know Hongjoong is haughtily examining his nails like one of those snobby heiresses in movies. You decide to make a Google Form application and send it to Seonghwa first thing after the call. The title can be “New Best Friend Wanted”. Not the most creative, but you’re no Kim Hongjoong, so this is as good as it’s going to get.

“By the way, I’m thinking of dyeing my hair blue. Like, brighter-than-my-future kind of blue. Nice, right?”

“Are you seriously talking about your hair right now?” you ask incredulously. “In case you forgot, I walked in on my half-naked roommate and I don’t know what to fucking do!”

Your friend sighs deeply like he’s tired of your shit (which you have no doubt he is). “What else can you do? Just apologise again and act normal. I’m sure he knows it was an accident.”

“You don’t understand!” you wail. “The problem is that I have to face him every second of my life because we’re stuck in a tiny apartment together in quarantine!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. Accidents happen, might as well take this as an opportunity to bond with your roommate, then maybe it won’t be so awkward anymore.”

What a supportive friend. Maybe you should send an application to Jongho too for good measure.

Deep down, you know Hongjoong is right, not that you’d ever admit it to his face. The logical thing to do would be to put this incident behind you and act like nothing had happened, and perhaps months later it’ll just be a fun little inside joke between you and San. That is, if he doesn’t hate your guts. You wouldn’t blame him if he does.

“So...the blue hair?”

“Good-fucking-bye, Hongjoong.”

Much to your best friend’s exasperation, you in fact did not act “normal” because you have the social skills of a slug. The atmosphere in the apartment was so awkward that each day made a part of you shrivel up on the inside. It didn’t help that you had nowhere to go unless absolutely necessary, as you had previously mentioned to Hongjoong.

You and San had your online classes in the comfort of your bedrooms, which was incredibly distracting when it wasn’t mandatory to turn on your camera and microphone. One too many times, you found yourself falling asleep halfway through a lecture, waking up to a “The host has ended the meeting” notification on your laptop. Big yikes.

You only saw your roommate around mealtimes, where the two of you would exchange simple dialogue along the lines of “I’m ordering food, you want anything?”; or “I made some food, you want some?”; or “I’m going grocery shopping tomorrow, anything specific you want me to get?”

The two of you were polite and friendly, but in a distant manner. It made you few as though the progress towards a friendship you had been making prior to the embarrassing bathroom incident had gone to waste. When you couldn’t sleep (or when you were procrastinating), you often wondered if you would ever gather the courage to break the ice (again).

Quarantine was getting terribly boring. Not being to see your classmates, professors (however shitty they may be), friends and family in person was starting to eat away at you. And while some of the customers at Star1117 Coffee were complete assholes, you missed being surrounded by the smell of coffee and fresh pastries.

Of course, you were extremely fortunate on a lot of levels, so it definitely felt wrong to complain. But you also couldn’t deny the isolation you felt from the lack of human interaction and being indoors every day aside from the occasional grocery run.

And you had a roommate who you spoke barely ten sentences to every time you had a conversation.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes at you, and you want to reach through the screen and smack him across the head. Speaking of your friend’s head, he stayed true to his word and dyed his hair bright blue, which reminds you of the time when his hair was fire truck red last year. Once a strawberry, now a blueberry.

He looks good. When does he not? Kim Hongjoong pulls everything off. It’s both admirable and annoying.

“Are you seriously telling me that you still haven’t made up with your roommate?” he asks with wide eyes. “Y/N, how are you surviving quarantine when you don’t even talk to the person you live with? You do realise he’s the most actual human interaction you’re getting besides the supermarket cashiers.”

“Easy, I don’t survive,” you answer glumly. You don’t have the heart to tell Hongjoong that you mostly use the self-checkout lane, so you don’t talk to any of the workers at the store. Cashiers are going to be jobless because of you.

Your blue-haired friend frowns. “Come on, you can’t avoid San forever. Please, get off your ass, knock on his bedroom door and ask him to hang out. Watch a movie together, or something.” He pretends to ignore the way you wince. “If he’s an ass about everything, then you can go back to your room and drown your sorrows in cheap wine and instant ramen. Deal?”

A garbled groan escapes you. “Who are you, my mom?”

“I might as well be considering how you’d be even more of a walking crisis without me.”

You hate that he’s right. Hongjoong has helped you through more messes than you can count.

“Fine, deal. I’ll ask San to watch The Devil Wears Prada with me. I hope he has taste.”

Hongjoong makes a face. “Who hasn’t seen The Devil Wears Prada? That should be a crime at this point. It’s 2020.”

“Well, I’ve never seen Home Alone, so...”

“You’ve never—wait, what?”

You laugh nervously. “Oh, look at the time, gotta go hang out with my roomie! Bye, Joong! Wish me luck!”

“Y/N—”

You quickly hang up before tossing your phone to the side, and attempt to give yourself a pep talk so you can work up the courage you need. You’re mentally repeating the same monologue for what feels like the fifth time when you hear a soft knock on your bedroom door.

You stretch out your limbs while rolling off the bed and pad over to the door. Choi San’s sheepish smile greets you once you open it, his hands fiddling with a box.

“Can you help me dye my hair?”

“Any reason for dyeing your hair?” you ask in a pathetic attempt to break through the uncomfortable silence that settles between you and San. He’s sitting in front of the mirror in your small bathroom with you standing behind him, doing your best to coat every strand of hair with hair bleach. You feel like one of those awkward hairdressers who aren’t very good at making small talk with their clients. Oh, the pain.

San hums absentmindedly. “I’m going through a mid-life crisis.”

You snort. “Aren’t you twenty-one? Isn’t that a little too early to be having a mid-life crisis?”

“I’m here for a good time, not a long time.”

His deadpan delivery makes you guffaw. “Okay, big mood,” you say, grinning, and he returns your smile with his dimpled one through his reflection in the mirror.

The awkward silence that existed previously appeared to vanish as the two of you caught up with each other for what seemed like the first time in weeks, which was ironic considering, again, you fucking lived together. You shared funny stories from your online classes, like when someone from your Linguistics course randomly started singing without realising their microphone wasn’t turned off.

Dyeing San’s hair blonde took hours, but you thought all that time, as well as the horrible smell of the bleach and dye that probably killed more of your brain cells, were worth it because those few hours were more than enough for you to get to know your roommate. Choi San was sweet, funny, kind and very, very cute.

“What do you think?” he asks nervously as he ruffles his newly-dyed hair. You think it needs some styling, but that could wait for tomorrow because it was already 2am.

As if on cue, you yawn. “I think it suits you,” you say tiredly, but truthfully nonetheless.

Your now blonde roommate glances at the clock in the living room before turning back to you guiltily. “I’m sorry, I guess I lost track of time and didn’t realise how late it had gotten, or I wouldn’t have made you stay up with me just to dye my hair.”

“It’s okay,” you smile softly to reassure him, “it was fun talking to you. Um, sorry about...you know, the bathroom thing.”

San laughs loudly, but quickly covers his mouth with his hand to stifle the sound. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

Your cheeks feel hot from his teasing tone. “Yeah,” you admit, “I kinda felt bad that that happened to you when you just moved in, so...yeah.”

“Oh, thank God that was it,” San grins. “I thought it was because I did something wrong, but good to know that I didn’t so we can put this behind us. Do you have class tomorrow?”

“Only until eleven.”

The adorable dimpled smile makes a reappearance. “Great! We can make brunch together after class, sound good?”

You grin back. “Definitely. You’re cooking, though.”

“Fine, only because you helped me with my hair. But you’re not allowed to complain if I give you food poisoning.”

You haven’t known San for long at all, but you think you’d gladly suffer through the worst case of food poisoning if it meant seeing him smile.

(San tells you the next day that he has, in fact, never seen The Devil Wears Prada. The two of you remedy that over brunch.)

“Y/N. Y/N!”

Your head snaps up and your gaze meets San’s concerned one. “Oh, sorry, spaced out a bit. What’s up?”

His expression relaxes. “You scared me! I just got off the phone with Wooyoung and you were just staring blankly at yours. I thought you got possessed or something.”

He’s right, your phone screen had already gone blank from disuse ever since the YouTube video you were watching ended. Tapping on it, a few notifications pop up, mainly text messages from Hongjoong telling you that the fireworks show broadcast is starting soon.

“What would you do if I was possessed?”

San looks at you as though you asked him the stupidest question to ever exist. “Uh, pack up my shit and move in with Wooyoung. Duh.”

“At least call an exorcist first before leaving! Some friend you are,” you grumble.

Your roommate giggles as he joins you on the sofa once again. “Sorry, but you know I don’t fuck with ghosts and shit. I don’t know how you manage to watch Buzzfeed Unsolved alone in your room. In the dark, you heathen.”

You shake head in amusement and turn to the TV.

— 23:55

“Five minutes,” you breathe. The screen shows the city’s skyline as the announcer reports on the lack of crowds in the city centre due to the pandemic, and that the fireworks show will begin soon.

“Oh, shit! Hold on!” Before you can respond, San scrambles off the sofa and disappears into the kitchen. He reappears seconds later, holding two steaming mugs and carefully makes his way back to you.

You peer into the mugs when he sets them down on the coffee table. Hot chocolate with a shit ton of whipped cream on top.

“Almost forgot that I made these when I was in the kitchen talking to Woo earlier,” he says with a big smile, plopping down next to you, your crossed legs barely touching. “Start off 2021 with something sweet, you know?”

You gingerly pick up one of them and take a small sip. The rich, chocolatey beverage warms your entire being and makes you sigh contentedly. “Choi San, you are an angel.”

“I know. You’re so lucky to have me as a roommate.”

A playful scoff leaves your lips as you take another sip, but you are well aware that you indeed are very, very lucky.

“2020 really sucked, huh?” you ask, voice coming out much more vulnerable-sounding than you intended.

A few beats of silence passes before San responds. “Yeah, it did. Not that 2021 will automatically solve everything, but it will better, I think.”

His usually wide smile is now much gentler and you can only faintly see his dimples, but much like the hot chocolate he made, it brings you warmth and a feeling of hope. That maybe, just maybe, the new year will be better, or that you’ll at least be more adept at overcoming challenges. You have 2020 to thank for that.

— 23:58

Your pink-haired friend nudges you with his elbow. “Plus, I met you in 2020, so some good came out of it! I know I tease you a lot and we have the occasional roommate squabble, but you really are an amazing friend and roommate.”

You grin. “Are you going soft on me?”

San’s eyes narrow at you as he shifts to the far end of the sofa. “Way to ruin the moment,” he pouts. “Keep this up and I’m moving out next year. Good luck finding a roommate as incredible as I am.”

You snort at his theatrics. “I’m just kidding, you drama queen. You’re really great too, I hope you know that,” you say the last part genuinely, hoping he understands just how much you appreciate having him in your life.

He returns to his previous spot beside you. “That’s good, because I really like you, and I can’t think of anyone better to start the new year with.”

The sincerity in his tone stirs up something within you, and all the fondness you have for Choi San bubbles to the surface.

— 23:59

Was he always this close?

“I really like you,” San repeats, his voice now a whisper, breath lightly fanning your face.

“Ten! Nine! Eight—”

“I really like you too, San.”

That’s all it takes for his eyes to form adorable crescents and for him to gently press his lips to yours.

— 00:00

You two part just as the TV announcer yells out a jovial “Happy New Year”, and you watch in fascination as the city centre lights up with fireworks.

San’s arm wraps around your shoulders as his head moves to lean against yours. “Happy New Year,” he mumbles, fluffy pink hair tickling the side of your forehead.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so widely while you wrap your arms around his torso, settling comfortably to his side.

“Happy New Year, San.”

You truly hope that 2021 will be the year that brings health, happiness and healing. Even if not, you feel invincible and ready to take down everything as long as San is by your side. And you know that no matter how shitty 2021 may be, he has you by his side to support him through all of it.

Just as how you have him.

(The next afternoon, as the two of you leave your apartment to check the mail and take out the trash, Mr and Mrs Kim, as you had predicted they would, come out of theirs to give you a good scolding for all the noise you made last night while playing video games. You can’t see San’s face behind his mask, but you can tell from the glint in his eyes that he is thoroughly amused. His hand slips into yours to pull you away, shouting “Happy New Year!” over his shoulders before your grouchy neighbours can stop you.”

a/n: if you like my work and you’re comfortable with doing so, it would be great if you could reblog it and/or give me some comments/feedback!! (i don’t bite agjsha!!) any kind is highly appreciated and i’m honestly so grateful that some of you like my work!! thank you so much for your support and i hope to do even better in the new year 💕 stay safe and take care!!

calyyy 🥺 could you recommend me some writers of the ateez fandom? the genre they write doesn’t really matter to me (if you can’t, it’s okay!!)

i can absolutely! i don’t really follow an extensive amount, but these are legends in the community imo and all of them are really wonderful people too!! super kind and lovely to chat with <33 most write a variety of different types of fics but i would say each are iconic and legendary in their own unique ways!

@inkigayeo @hwacinth @atiny-piratequeen @atiny-dazzlinglight @kimnamshiks @jacksons-goddess-gaia @closer-stars @sweetheart--sannie @ateezmakemeweep @thelargefrye @felixity @kireiwoo @vocalyunho