Author's Note: My friend wanted me to write this, so I did! :D I hope you enjoy my PewDiePie X Reader! ((Btw, this is my first reader insert, so tell me how I did! Thanks!))
I finally arrived. It was late, maybe 11:30 or 12:00. I walked out of the plane and took a deep breath. Sweden. I had wanted to go to Sweden since I was young, and that want had greatened when I started watching the Swedish gamer PewDiePie on YouTube. He was my biggest YouTube crush, but I doubt I'd ever meet him, and definitely never date him. I could still dream though, right?
I had already bought an apartment, as I would be staying in Sweden for quite a while, but no longer than two years. I walked into the building and checked in, quickly running up to my room on the seventeenth floor. Finding my room, #67B, I unlocked it and walked inside. It was small, a living room, a kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom. Two bedrooms so I could use one for my filming. I did mostly PC gaming and some Xbox gaming, but I also did tags and collabs and occasionally a sketch or skit. I set up that room first, complete with my laptop, another PC, my Xbox, my Playstation, my Wii, my flatscreen TV, and lots of couches and cushions to keep me comfy.
Oh, I almost forgot. I have a dog, too. A pug, a gray one, named Kelvin. I used to have a cat named Kelvin, but, sadly, he ran away. When I was old enough, I got a gray pug, gray like Kelvin the cat was, and named him Kelvin after my old cat. I called him into the room, directing him to his favorite beanbag. He loved lying on it. A lot. He happily lied down, barking in enjoyment. I smiled and walked over to the couch and sat down. I watched some TV, and ended up falling asleep around seven AM.
I woke up to some banging at my door. I grabbed my phone from off the coffee table to see it was around 3:00 PM. I groaned, not wanting to get up, but I did anyway. Stumbling over to the door and opening it, I hardly noticed who was standing there. Blinking a couple times, all I could make out of the person was he was male and he had dirty blond hair.
"What? I'm tired and I need to make a video today, so make it quick." I snapped.
"I was just coming to say hello - wait... You make videos?" the guy had a creepily familiar Swedish accent, but I was too tired to put my finger on who it was.
"Yeah, YouTube." I replied, sighing to myself.
"I - um... Never mind. Well, welcome to floor seventeen." the guy quickly walked away.
"Wait! I never caught your..." but he was gone. "name..." I mumbled to myself.
I sighed, closing the door and limping back to the couch, still tired. That was strange... I thought to myself. He acted like he was going to say something about YouTube, or my channel, or something... But he didn't. I decided not to care, and just plopped back down on the couch. I tried to wake myself up by watching TV, but I ended up falling asleep again.
I woke up with a start, and it felt like I had just fallen asleep, but it was 6:00 PM, so I must have dozed for a couple two or three hours. I awoke with a strange feeling in my stomach, which normally happened when I had a dream about a guy I liked, but, the problem was, my sleep seemed dreamless. I shrugged it off, and found myself wandering toward the kitchen, realizing it had been quite a while since I had last eaten. Since I had no food in the fridge or pantry, I started looking through my suitcases. I found a half drank Cherry Coke Vanilla in my backpack and a back or Nacho Cheese Doritos in my suitcase. Feeling totally fine with my favorite drink and snack, I started to chow down. Once I was halfway done with my chips, I realized my subscribers were expecting a video... Crap. I ran into my filming room; luckily things were already set up. I started to look through my games and soon decided to play some Amnesia, since pretty much everyone loved it. Opening the game on my PC, I started the recording.
"Hey, guys! It's (Name), or, you might know me better as (Channel Name)! I'm going to be playing Amnesia... Again. Sorry! I just moved and I've been sleeping for hours. Luckily I already set up my awesome filming room! I'll definitely do an apartment tour after I get everything situated. And I promise I'll play something other than Amnesia soon!"
I proceeded to play, feeling sort of awkward when screaming, as I was in a new apartment. Hopefully I wasn't waking anyone up... It was only 7:30 though.
Once I finished the video, I spent at least an hour editing and then I posted it. Feeling tired just from all that, I was ready for bed. It must have been 10 or 11, which was good, since I could get back into my sleeping schedule.
I still hadn't realized the guy from earlier was speaking English, not Swedish.
I awoke at 10, happy with my 11 or 12 hours of sleep. All I really did that day was fix up my apartment; get my favorite bed covers and pillows so I didn't have to sleep on the couch, buy some food, put together some more furniture. Luckily I wouldn't have to make a video today, so I took my time.
Being in town was a bit hard because of all the Swedish-speakers. I knew the language, but not every word. I was like a child; I had to say the words slowly to process everything, and I didn't know all the words, probably only half the language. I did run into a few subscribers though.
Soon, that day was over too, and I was lying in my bed watching PewDiePie. I really did wish I could meet Felix, as he was cute and funny and... I just loved him! But I knew Sweden was a big place, and I would most likely have no such luck. Maybe. Hopefully.
I turned off the videos and lied in bed for a few minutes before falling asleep. I was still thinking of the guy from yesterday. I had realized some point in that day that he could speak English, but he was definitely Swedish; he had the accent. And just as I was about to fall asleep, I realized it.
It was PewDiePie.
It was Felix.
And I told him off.
What an idiot.
