ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Recognition {Nate x Reader}

#blacklivesmatter

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I'm sitting in a mall food court with sunglasses and a hat on. I'm (Y/n) Urie, and my brother Brendon is a famous singer. I'm awfully proud of him, but I hate getting recognized by his fans. I don't like the attention, but it also feels like people come up to me just so they could say they met someone who knew Brendon Urie. Not to say that his fans aren't nice people or anything, I just feel like attention grab. I had my own fans because of YouTube, but most meetings started out with 'Are you Brendon Urie's sister?' I'm eating a soft pretzel, and scrolling through Twitter when I heard whispering sounds. I looked over to where a group of teenage girls with P!ATD shirts were looking at me, and trying to sneakily take photos. I decide to text Brendon.

Probably Satan: they're looking at me

Bren: what? who? are you being followed?

Probably Satan: a flock of fangirls

Bren: -_- you scared me

Probably Satan: your fans scare me

Bren: how do you know they aren't your fans

Probably Satan: because they have panic shirts

Bren: I'm sorry I'm so awesome 😎

Probably Satan: 🙄

Bren: just ignore them, they'll stop

Probably Satan: I'm just saying it's creepy af

Bren: \😐/

With a huff of a laugh, I stand up to go throw away my food wrapper. I'm still looking down at my phone, so I'm not paying attention, and accidentally ram into someone. We both fall on our butts. My sunglasses are knocked off. "I am so sorry!" I exclaim, looking at who I hit. I realize I recognize him, and blush madly. I was a fan. It was Nathan Sharp aka NateWantsToBattle. Oh shit! He chuckles a little. "It's alright." I stand up, and offer my hand to him. He takes it, and I lift him up. "Again, I'm so sorry. I'm (Y-" "(YT/N), right?" I was stunned. He didn't call me Brendons sister, or (Y/n) Urie, or sister of Brendon, no he said my channel name. I smile wildly. "Yes! Er, yes, sorry. I don't hear that a lot." He laughs. "I'll bet. I'm N-" "NateWantsToBattle." I smirk. His cheeks turn slightly pink, and he smiles. It's cute to say the least.

He leans down, and picks up my sunglasses. He holds them towards me. "Hiding?" He asks jokingly. "You would too of everyone was obsessed with your brother." I reply good naturedly. "Fair enough." "Plus, I don't really like that kind of rushed attention." We stand and chat for a few moments before a crowd starts forming. "Oh shit. We're surrounded." I whisper to him. The small crowd is flashing pictures, and saying things all at once. I start feeling a bit dizzy, and need a way out. "How do we get out of here?" I ask Nate who seems to be taking this in stride. He waves, nods, and smiles at the group, rolling with the punches. I decide to follow along, and try and keep up with them, but it begins to be too much. "Uh, I really, if you could, need to go, so if-" My voice isn't basically drowned out. Nate seems to notice my distress because he puts a calming hand on my shoulder, and whispers to me. "We need to stun into silence. Do you trust me?" "Whenever anyone asks that, I feel like the answer should be no...but sure, I do."

He chuckles a little, then kisses my cheek. I'm surprised, and blush madly. I force myself to remember he's trying to distract the crowd. They take pictures, but it's toned down to the point that Nate grabs my wrist, and runs. I laugh as we sprint away from the crowd to the parking lot. We stop to catch our breath, and bust out laughing. "That was fun." I admit. "No kidding, oh! But we could have even more fun! There's one of those moving carnival things in town for the weekend! Want to go?" He ask like an excited smile. I can't help but laugh at the adorableness. "Sure! Let's swap numbers, and you can text me where to go." We exchange numbers, and go to our respective cars. When I get in the car I get a text. It's Brendon.

Bren: (Y/n)! Wtf is this?!?!?

Bren: Image (Of you and Nate)

Probably Satan: ummmm....I can explain?

Bren: 🤨

Probably Satan: sooooo, I met Nate

Bren: mhm

Probably Satan: and we talked

Bren: alright

Probably Satan: and then we were crowded

Bren: go on

Probably Satan: and I needed an out

Bren: sure

Probably Satan: and so he kissed me to create a distraction

Bren: ...

Bren: (Yyyyyy/nnnnnnn)

Bren: you let a random guy kiss you?!?!

Probably Satan: 1.) I thought you were gonna say 'that kills people' ya know, like Carl? :D 2.)  in my defense, he's really cute 3.) it was just in the cheek

Bren: -_-

Probably Satan: and now I'm gonna go hang out with him. K byeeee :D

Bren: (Y/n)!

I ignore that text with a laugh, and start up my car. I set up a GPS to the carnival. Screw going home, I was gonna go have fun. Plus I don't care what Brendon says, Nate is really cute and fun, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it to kiss him for real.

Kind of a prompt for a book. What do you think? (I know I have many open books, but I'm an idea whore XD)