ONESHOTS ⊳ gavin reed x reader

[GReed]

Requested by @Cat_noir_trash

In which Gavin Reed has a YouTube account called GReed. He's fairly popular (2 M Subscribers) and does mostly game reviews, Let's Plays and occasional Vlogs. You, a mere fan, somehow end up in one of said Vlogs.

One earbud in, elbows propped against the shopping cart filled with products you were supposed to arrange on shelves, you walked through your local supermarket, where you had been employed not more than four days ago. You had thrown your phone inside the cart and built a stand out of toilet paper packages. The screen flickered while you were waiting for GReed's livestream to start, using it mostly for background noise at the moment.

You weren't a born multitasker, but then again, missing your favorite youtuber's livestream was something you'd probably regret later on. So you decided to combine working and watching him.

Livestream starts in:

00:00:05

About time, you thought to yourself as you glanced at the screen quickly, then returned to placing products on the shelves.

"What's up Reed Creed. The supermarket vlog is back by popular demand, because it seems you losers really enjoy watching me do stuff you should be doing yourselves." You chuckled to yourself while his words rang in your left ear.

The screen switched from the usual red, simplistic background over to GReed's face. The angle he was holding the camera in was rather unflattering, and showed only his face and upper neck, as well as a supermarket roof.

God, this guy. It should be illegal to be this handsome in 720 p and such a horrible angle.

Suckmyweewee69: It's bcs watching u pick between Fruit loops and Cheerios is more quality than your COD gameplay.

You shook your head at the comment, holding back a laugh. The bullying between GReed and his fans was usually well-meaning and playful, so you didn't exactly care for mean comments. GReed probably didn't either. An amused snort could be heard from one earbud.

"Suckmyweewee69 – what a horrible fucking name, by the way — I bet you play Fortnite unironically. And that you live in your mom's basement."

Oh wow, how mature.

You held back a grin as you strolled over to the vegetable aisle, and stopped there to puff air in your cheeks. Sorting these is going to take a while.

With an annoyed grunt you looked back at the screen, only to see a donation pop up on the screen.

AlasMyAss donated 1$: yo chum i'll donate u 25 more bucks if u ask an employee to recommend ya the best lube n show u the thickest cucumbers they got.

"Alright, AlasMyAss, we'll talk when you raise the price a little." GReed responded, that cheeky, wolfish grin you had grown to love throughout the years visible on his face. "50 dollars and we've got a deal."

AlasMyAss donated 25$: You're getting the rest as soon as u go thru with it.

"Why not ask for a striptease while you're at it?" GReed chuckled at his own joke, stopping abruptly. "That was a joke, by the way. Go find yourselves some twitch thots if that's your style."

You laughed silently. This should be fun to watch.

You took your phone off of the improvised stand, opting to instead hold it in your hands, and put in both earbuds.

A few seconds of silence followed, spammed by people that donated around 5$ each and wrote things such as 'suck my ass' 7 times, or memes from his channel. Only the metallic squeaks of his shopping cart could be heard.

"Holy shit, this place's got no employees, I swear to god. Where the fuck-" You heard GReed mutter under his breath, followed by a swift turn of his cart. "Okay, Jesus, found someone. Finally."

You realized he had abandoned his shopping cart and had taken his camera, phone (or whatever he was filming with) with him. It shook with every step he took.

"Phck, I can't—" He broke out in a snicker. "Okay, here goes. Excuse me-"

A hand was placed on your shoulder, and you almost wanted to groan in annoyance at the poor timing. Who the hell could want something—

Oh.

Holy shit.

There he was, your favorite Youtuber, right there, in propria, face red with embarrassment, phone held up to film himself.

You couldn't believe it.

GReed was standing right in front of you, holy fuck.

Okay, play it cool, (y/n). Play it cool.

"Hey, how can I help you?" You asked, striking what you hoped would come off as a relaxed pose by leaning against one of the shelves.

"I was uh...I was wondering if you—" His voice sounded even more velvety in real life, oh God. "If you could show me your... best lube and some sturdy cucumbers?"

He had actually done it.

You bit your lip to refrain from bursting into a hysteric laugh. God, his face. This man's face—usually decorated with that cheeky grin— GReed was almost shaking with anxiety, poor guy. "Yeah...lube's two aisles that way from this one, and cucumbers should be over there."

"Great." You could literally read the cringe off his face. "Thanks."

GReed had already turned around, practically sprinting away, looking down in a hopeless attempt to conceal his face.

"Hey, you're GReed, right?"

If he had been anxious before, he was literally quaking upon hearing his Alias. He froze, reluctantly turning back around to look at you.

"Yeah." He answered reluctantly.

"Then make those fifty bucks count." You shouted after him, then walked off, phone in one hand, watching the comments literally riot.