Runaway Ricky | Ricky Gervais X Reader

𝐿𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃

"𝐸𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈. 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹."

Ricky Dene Gervais.

His name alone was enough to evoke feelings not caused by anything else in the world except him. Not your crush, not the neighbor boy down the street, not even your best friend. Him. Him only.  These were strange feelings. Strange feelings of excitement, starstruck, devotion, optimism, inspiration, and the most obvious...

Love.

You loved Ricky. You didn't know why, but you did. Even when he did something that he would get into trouble for, you still loved him. No matter what happened, you always loved and supported him. Hell, you could even say you defended him. You followed his antics on social media. You watched all his shows and movies. But most of all, you quite liked his physical appearance. Oh, so photogenic he was. With his hazel eyes and slicked-back brown hair with a stubbled beard to match, you almost couldn't believe how nobody even batted an eye at how he looked.

Sure, you didn't care if the only thing anyone knew him from was The Muppets Movie or Night At The Museum. Hell, those weren't even major roles, but you still watched those flicks just to hear his voice. His voice was so comforting and sometimes even relaxing. Whenever you were in a bad mood or just needed to hear his voice, he seemed to say to you and only you, "Hey. It's going to be okay."

You may have imagined meeting him, but you could never have even thought of what happened to you.

Now, what exactly happened?

This is that story.

𝒮𝑜𝐻𝑜, 𝐿𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃. 𝟧:𝟦𝟤 𝒫.𝑀. 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝑒.

The music store you worked at was about to close. It was completely empty without a sound coming from anywhere besides the soft sound of music playing from the speakers. You could only hear it when nobody was in.

Your job, since you couldn't play any instruments, was to manage the technical side of the store. You sold microphones, speakers, amps, lights, that sort of stuff. When you weren't selling, you were behind the counter. This was very boring for you. All you did was swipe credit cards and tell people to have a nice day. Occasionally you'd see a well-known local artist pop in, but that was about the only excitement you ever saw.

Still, that excitement was nothing compared to this particular day.

You stood behind the counter, tapping your nails on the surface. You were going to fall asleep very quickly unless someone walked in, but the chances of that ever happening were very slim at this hour. You rest your head on the counter, hoping to get even a little sleep. Your eyes slowly shut as you prepare for your short slumber...

WHAM!

The door flies open. You jolt up, pretending like you were working normally. "Welcome to Regent Sounds M-" You greet the person who came in, but you cut yourself off when you realized who exactly it was. The only thing you don't understand was why he was here.

It was him.

Ricky Dene Gervais.

He looked around for a moment, looking for someone to help him out. His eyes met with your eyes. He walked over to you. You didn't know what to do. All you seemed to do was smile. You didn't know if this was just something you did when greeting a customer, or if it was because of who you were smiling at. "What can I do for you today?"