ONESHOTS ⊳ gavin reed x reader

[Just dance]

Requested by @FlyingNinja1092
In which your college roommate Gavin has a gaming youtube channel.

[This is unrelated to the GReed oneshot]

Your roommate, Gavin, was, to put it short — strange. He always insisted on taking over your shared living room for at least one hour a week—which wasn't an inconvenience, to be honest, but you still found it to be odd. You remembered showing up at your shared apartment a bit earlier than usual and heard him talking to what seemed to be no-one. He was always giving out his money for video games, and that was when it hit you.

Your roommate was a youtuber.

So you did the only obvious thing possible. Looked him up.

After a bit of digging, you found a video that had a thumbnail which contained his face, and silently hoped while clicking on it, that you'd have hit the motherlode.

The rustling of a cheap microphone rang in your headphones as the screen flickered on.

"Welcome to the first edition Just Dance Fridays, where you get the one-time offer to admire my perfect body." The man—holy shit, it really was Gavin, your roommate, grinned at the camera and settled his hands on his hips, mimicking a model that ran their hands over their middle to seem more 'sexy'. However he was overdoing it to the point of seeming borderline hilarious.

"I payed like thirty bucks for this fucking game, so this better be worth the views." He then mumbled to himself, taking a remote in his hands, turning on, lo and behold, your shared television. Your shared television, in your shared apartment.

What the fuck.

A part had been edited out, and the video switched to him selecting a song.

"I'm thinking Toxic by Britney Spears, because it's a goddamn classic." He turned towards the camera as the song started, smirking at it while tapping his foot against the floor to the rhythm. "You have no say in this, by the way, so don't bother trying to convince me to change the song."

The violins started, and Gavin bursted into a fit of laughter before overdoing every movement, starting to mouth along to the lyrics.

After a few more seconds of watching him and suppressing your hollering laughter, you stopped the video and caught your breath.

Holy shit, Gavin Reed, the asshole, was a goddamn youtuber. You had to tell him.

You stood up from your bed, removing your headphones, sprinting into the living room. "Reed, hey, Reed!"

You bursted through the door, and almost dropped your phone. Gavin was hugging a pillow, slow dancing with it to "Thinking out loud" by Ed Sheeran.

He stopped abruptly, dropping the pillow almost shamefully, throwing a quick glance in the direction of his camera.

"Hey, it's— It's my living room time." Gavin said, but his voice sounded contrastingly different to his usual cocky tone. If you were to close your eyes, you could've almost sworn it belonged to a child caught eating sweets before dinner.

"Holy shit, I was right."

"Right about..." He visibly swallowed. "About what?"

"You are a youtuber!"

"Get out."

"What?"

"Get out."

"Jesus Christ, you know you can just edit me out, right?"

"It's a fucking livestream."

Oh God.

Sucking in a nervous breath, you slowly backed away until your back his the door to the living room, then bolted out of there.

What had you done?

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You hadn't talked to Gavin properly in the last few days, mainly because you were deathly afraid of making things worse than they already were. You had practically ruined one of his livestreams, not to mention probably landed him on a few cringe compilations.

Poor guy.

You sighed, looking down at the coffee on the table right in front of you. You were much too lazy to cook breakfast, and wanted to avoid being in the same room as Gavin for as much as possible. So here you were, replacing breakfast with a cup of coffee, hurrying to drink the scorchingly hot liquid as quick as possible.

To no avail.

Gavin had also stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey." He greeted awkwardly. You answered with a mumble into your coffee, and expected him to turn towards the kitchen counter to avoid you and fix himself up some food.

But he didn't.

He was still standing beside the table, looking at you.

"I—" He began, then bit his lip. "Did you check the comments on my channel?"

"What you don't know can't hurt you." You answered with a shrug of you shoulders, and finally dared to look up from your coffee, at his face. He was avoiding your gaze, one arm awkwardly crossed over his chest to hold onto the other.

"Well, though luck. My fans they...they keep demanding you show up in another video. Shit, some of them even started writing fanfiction and making fanart about us, I—" Gavin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "To put it short, they...they wanna see you again. So what do you say?"