I Really Loved This One, I Think There Is Not Enough Fic With The "reader Is A Youtuber" Trope

I really loved this one, I think there is not enough fic with the "reader is a youtuber" trope 😁😆

welcome to my youtube channel → kth

✳ pairing: idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

✳ genre: fluff, taehyung scenario, stranger to lovers, reader is an artist who posts art videos on youtube

✳ warnings: none!

✳ words: 2.9k

✳ a/n: hello, this is my second bts oneshot/scenario. i just like to write for fun but if you’d like to let me know if there’s anything i can improve on please do so! i’d love to know how to improve. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

“Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel.”

You spoke in front of the camera. Sets of acrylic paint were spread out across the table next to a stand that held an 18x24 inch canvas. You were in the middle of making your seventeenth video, a highly requested one at that, and deep down you were ecstatic to start working on the painting.

Never in your life did you think you would ever start a YouTube account. You always considered yourself a very shy and private person, not one to go out of their way and broadcast themselves all over the internet. Your best friends, however, were two very well-known YouTubers and always found a way to include you in their videos and live streams. Somehow people liked seeing more of you, and so you were convinced by your best friends and the audience to start your own YouTube channel.

But you weren’t very accustomed to bringing a camera everywhere with you to document and share whatever was happening in your daily life, you found it too awkward and you were still camera-shy, so you decided to create content in a way that would still keep you comfortable while doing something you loved.

An art channel.

Afficher davantage

Plastic Heart - Prologue

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: So, uh, this is that Toy Story AU I was talking about… Yeah. I’ve already got like four chapters written, so I guess we’re in for another Namjoon series lmao I have no regrets. Let me know if u wanna be tagged! Warnings: None? I’m Namjoon trash but we all knew that lmao. Word Count: 1k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4

Christmas evening had arrived, and as you had every year for your whole childhood, you and your family were gathered at your grandparents’ house to celebrate the holiday. You were in college now, so you didn’t scout the gigantic present pile quite as closely as your younger cousins did, but you spared it a passing glance while helping your mother and aunts cook the Christmas cookies.

You were wrapped up in your favorite BTS hoodie, a memento from their most recent tour, the Speak Yourself Tour. It had been the first time you’d seen them in concert after what felt like eons of stanning them, and it was so bizarre and awe-inspiring to see them in person. Even though your seats hadn’t been very close to them, you’d still gotten to see them all with your own two eyes, and that was enough for you. They were actually really real human people. Wild.

Afficher davantage

Hello to you all !!

I've read and still read a lot of fics on different platform (tumblr, AO3, WATTPAD, quotev...) and wonder if I could write some myself. I'd like to start with some BTS reactions first to see if I'm good enough 😄.

That's why if you have some ideas, suggestions or Request that I could write about, I'm all ears.

Thanks in advance for those who would take time in reading and answering this.

That was so amazing !!

bread cheeks → kth

✳ fic type: social media au

✳ pairing: taehyung x reader

✳ genre: enemies to lovers, college au, crack, fluff, humor, lighthearted (i prOMISE)

✳ warnings: explicit language

✳ status: completed

✳ updates: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 10 PM KST/9AM ET

SYNOPSIS:

kim taehyung is so painfully cliché. popular, godly looks, a casanova reputation, and yet adored by everyone. everyone but you, of course. he knew your secret and it allowed him to constantly have his way with you. with your banter-laced exchanges, everyone knew you two did not get along. but what happens when you find out that this “bad boy” is secretly a cinnamon roll? even better, a bad boy who bakes them.

→ parts:

note: links may not be working on mobile so refer to the master list for upcoming/previous parts! ❤️

reader & friends’ profiles

taehyung & friends’ profiles

🍞 prologue

🍞 one | sweet of you

🍞 two | if you wanna be my lover

🍞 three | interesting

🍞 four | maid kink

🍞 five | vitamin d

🍞 six | oh how the turntables

🍞 seven | bread cheeks

🍞 eight | make a group chat

🍞 nine | car texts

🍞 ten | operation namjoon

🍞 eleven | he has a what??

🍞 twelve | i don’t need a man

🍞 thirteen | cinnamon rolls

🍞 fourteen | it’s not a date

🍞 fifteen | never gonna happen

🍞 sixteen | chaotic

🍞 seventeen | burnt cookies

🍞 eighteen | what is this feeling

🍞 nineteen | another set-up

🍞 twenty | just date already

🍞 twenty-one | jungkook holmes

🍞 twenty-two | beloved celine shirt

🍞 twenty-three | a big deal

🍞 twenty-four | crush behavior

🍞 twenty-five | because???

🍞 twenty-six | time to shine

🍞 twenty-seven | perfect (lab) partner

🍞 twenty-eight | flours for you

🍞 twenty-nine | just a pawn

🍞 thirty | tagging you

🍞 thirty-one | leave them alone

🍞 thirty-two | trapping you with me

🍞 thirty-three | secrets

🍞 thirty-four | nervous wreck

🍞 thirty-five | neither have confirmed

🍞 thirty-six | what happened in ninth grade

🍞 thirty-seven | baked you a cake

🍞 epilogue

a/n: hellOOO IT’S FINALLY HEREEE a taehyung sm au I’ve been working on!! i’m in love w taehyung’s bread cheeks and it inspired me to make this au. if you’ve read (or if you’re currently) reading fan identity, i promise this’ll be more lighthearted w much less drama (but the crackhead idiot characters remain) HAHA hope you enjoy!!

liar

pairing: bangchan x f! reader

rating: sfw

tags: sharing a bed, just pure softness, cuddling, best friends to lovers, pining, confessions, tired chan

wc: i'm too lazy to count but idk it's probably 2k 😭(I'm definitely wrong)

your doorbell rings when it's close to midnight, its sound reverberating through every corner of your little apartment. your socked feet carry you from bed to the door on autopilot. you weren't sleeping, but you were nearly there.

you open up your front door and off-white light from the hallway spills shamelessly into your dark living space. Chan stands there, bag slung lazily across his shoulder, eyes droopy with sleep.

"they borrowed my place for a party i don't wanna be at," he declares. "I'm sleeping here."

he walks in without waiting for an answer, wrapping you in a quick, one-armed hug for a greeting on his way. his bag finds its place on your couch. he switches a couple of lamps on here and there and fixes a photo frame on his way to your bathroom with a towel and some clothes in hand.

you kind of like how it's so natural for him to be at your place. like he belongs here. like he could live here.

you wished he would.

you lay back in bed, shifting to a side, leaving the rest of the space for Chan. ever since you first cuddled up with him a few months ago, it became an unspoken rule between you to always sleep cuddled up when alone.

it was one of the best parts of your friendship with him. you could abandon every care in the world when he was around and just be. He was always there- gentle, warm, protective, kind. everything you wished for in a man.

everything you can't have.

it had been weeks since you had gone to bed without thinking of him. even in the face of extreme exhaustion and no contact, Chan never failed to slip into your thoughts. he needed to compensate you for all the nights you couldn't sleep just because he did something adorable during the day and you wouldn't stop thinking about it.

he needed to apologize for every time you accidentally called one of your friends by his name, just because he wouldn't leave your head.

and he needed to desperately make up for nights like these. nights when he would touch you and let you touch him, but never enough. there was always a weighted, invisible boundary you hated with all your guts. a burning line you couldn't cross.

so, over the days, you had learned to make peace with what you got, no matter how little. you had learned to make the most of his arms around you, the firmness of his torso pressed to your back, the warmth of his breathing behind your ear, his occasional sleepy rambling.

sometimes he said your name.

before you knew it, the mattress dips beside you, the familiar scent of Chan's shampoo filling up your senses. you came alive a little.

his arm slips across your middle, pulling you as close as humanly possible into the abyss that was his warmth. you could spend an eternity here without a syllable of protest falling from your lips.

“i don’t have a shirt on, is that okay?” he mumbles into your hair.

more than okay, you wanted to say but for the sake of the friendship you had spent years building, you resorted to a small hum. he usually slept barely clothed, but when with you, he always asked. he made sure never to cross any lines. he was cautious, reserved. too far.

“is everything okay?” you ask. “you usually do not turn down a chance to party.”

you feel him move behind you, long fingers fiddling with the thin fabric of your t-shirt. he yawns like a puppy.

“i’d had a busy day,” he begins. “i needed some sleep and you know how bad i am at getting to sleep alone...”

his knuckle accidentally brushes your navel. you shiver.

“…besides you weren’t there. i’ve missed having you around y/n, now that i see it.”

your skin flushes hot, lips involuntarily swelling into a smile. you turn your face into your pillow, determined to bury your happiness into the fluff.

“i’ve missed you too,” you confess.

his blunt nails graze against your flesh again, and you wonder how much of it was accidental anymore. could Chan tell? did he know how down bad you were for him?

“liar,” he whispers, squeezing your body lightly into his own.

he liked to do that, you had noticed. almost as if finding a way to inch closer, as if making up for the fact that there would always be some molecular distance between you no matter what.

or maybe you were just reading too much into it.

you place a hand over his own, fingertips drawing subtle lines into his pale skin, tracing the veins you stared at shamelessly in broad daylight.

“you really think i’d lie to you?”

“you wouldn’t?” he asks.

you turned around, facing him. your hand settles on his bare chest. you could feel his heart beat beneath your touch.

“no,” you confirm. “never.”

he smiles, his hair getting into his eyes as he puts his forehead against yours.

“okayyy,” he giggles. “tell me something then, since you claim to not lie.”

your heart picks up pace, hammering beneath your chest, and you were half afraid Chan might hear it. you swallow thickly, a small lump forming in your throat.

“yeah?”

his gaze wraps over you like a veil, clouding everything else just enough that he is all you can see.

"do you like me?" he whispers.

the question drops in your heart and sinks into your gut. you've been caught, red-handed. but you were so careful, so vigilant, looking but never for too long, complimenting him but being careful not to flirt, telling him you love him when he needed to hear it but taking care to conceal the love you felt.

you want to play it cool. you're scared of how it's going to go.

"duh," you say. "of course i like you, why else would we be friends?"

he clicks his tongue, a soft laugh escaping his lips. he drops a light kiss on your forehead and you sigh.

"you're not that naive," he states. "come on, I'll wait for you."

you feel your cheeks heat up. it gets harder by the second to stay still, not with chan's fingers rubbing warmth into your back, his face so close you could steal a kiss. he was no fool. he never had been. who did you think you were hiding from?

"i..." you begin, your mouth drying up. "yeah."

you feel his marble fingers slip under your chin. pressure, soft but commanding, forced you to look at him.

"you what, sweetheart?"

the endearment sent you spiraling. you squeeze his muscled shoulder, fingers digging into flesh.

"don't be an ass," you say. "i'm not gonna say it."

he chuckles. you watch his gaze move across your face, settle on your lips, and then back to your eyes again. you didn't want to think ahead of yourself.

you didn't want to break your heart.

he leaned in, his arm circling around your waist, his mouth leaving a soft kiss to your temple. you could die like this and it wouldn't be so bad.

"please," he whispers. "you said you'd be honest."

and who were you to turn down chan with his gentle voice and sturdy hands and body warmth and huge heart and ---? you could go on forever.

you grind your teeth together unconsciously, draw in a deep breath, and sigh. he knows you're giving in.

"i do like you," you admit finally. "so much more than a friend."

his palm slides up your back and finds your hair, long fingers gripping them and pulling you in. he smiles when he kisses you- mouth tasting of cinnamon and longing and want.

"fucking finally," he breathes. "you've got no idea how long i've waited for this."

you melt into a caramel puddle in his hands. you lean in again, pressing your lips onto his like he'd disappear, like this is all you've got.

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