#I want the stegosaurus please please 🥺

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Ahh don’t worry!! I love talking abt the MCs and answering questions! Ask as many as you want! My inbox is also open if that’s a good way to share your questions and thoughts for you!!

Oh god if she has merch they have it all. I bet they’d have an agreement that they can’t wear it while being filmed, but one of the boys forgets and wears it to bed. So, while filming something like in the soop, the cameras catch one of the boys wearing one of her merch tops. Both their and her fans go “hmm. Interesting 🤔” and play detective on Twitter for a few days. (Until another boy distracts from that with a thirst trap)

PLEASE each of them getting to pick a video and arguing over who gets to go first, etc. like siblings. They would also always end up going past the amount of videos and time limit they set for themselves, but none of them ever regret it.

OH THEY DEFINITELY PICKED UP ON DINOS!! that’s why Jimin makes her a stegosaurus sweater :(( and they do a bunch of research on dinosaurs and special interests in autistic people so that they better understand it! They’d send her plenty of dinosaur things! Just like the books and stickers. Imagine Jin being the one who sent the stickers and absolutely cooing over how they’re all over her water bottle. 🥺

Again, I love questions and I love when people care enough to ask. I’m so glad you enjoy the fic idea!!! ♥️♥️

thought/fic dump time!!

Vlog mc is a famous YouTuber with millions of subscribers. She makes videos about her navigating life as a woman with autism. She gained traction with her educational videos, but her real draw was her fun personality and care for her fans. Her videos are flooded with comments from fans who appreciate her honesty and representation.

Some of her biggest fans are BTS. The boys love her videos, personality, and everything they've seen about her. They didn't mean to love her, but it's hard not to. After one of their concerts, she updated, and they daydreamed that it was a gift for them. They replayed the video over and over as artists scrubbed away their makeup, sets were broken down, and they were finally shuttled back to their hotel room, where they watched the video "just one more time."

MC posts a video titled "How I get through a meltdown." and it sends the boys into a tizzy. Not just because they're worried about their poor girl being overstimulated, or because she looks so cute as she explains her coping mechanism, but because when she says she uses music to drown out uncomfortable noises, she turns her phone around to show one of their albums.

Her next video is one of their all-time favorites. "Ranking my Top 50 Dinosaurs." MC goes on an hour-long presentation of her favorite dinosaurs and why, stimming and ranting so cutely that they can feel the hearts in their eyes. They spend the rest of the night watching stimming compilations made by other fans and raving on Stan twitter with alt accounts.

When MC finally sets up a PO box for fanmail, they fill it to the brim with gifts. Jimin makes a sweater for mc, with a stegosaurus hand sewn to the front. When he sees her wearing it in her next video, he can't decide between crying in joy or cumming in his pants. Jungkook sends her a hand-painted card, with a note telling her about his love and gratefulness for her. (purposefully messing up his handwriting) When MC gets teary-eyed on live from reading it, he screenshots and prints it out to hang in his room. (and cries too, but he'll never admit it.)

After so long of this, the gifts and videos aren't enough. They need to meet her. But how can they do that? She may be well-known, but she's nowhere near their status. Maybe, they think, they can get her into a function. They ask for an extra invite to an awards show and inconspicuously send it to their pretty girl's PO box, along with a dress they know she'll love. All those hours of studying her favorite colors, body shape, and safe textures pay off as they watch her gush over the pretty dress through her videos.

Finally, after years of watching her through a screen, they see her. They're dressed in textures she'll want to touch, colors she'll stare at for a little too long, and done up so handsomely that it'll make her stutter and stim as they lean in just a little too close. They swear as she rocks back and forth, giggles at their jokes, and softly rubs the wrist of their suits that she'll be theirs. Forever.