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Here it is! Finally! I know you guys are just dying for it, so I decided to hurry and write one for the night.

You shivered alone in the cool autumn air. It was about seven at night, it was just growing dark, and the bus still

hadn't come around. You wanted to get home. You had just had a long night of shopping, there was that homework

that had to be done before Monday, and you still had to finish cleaning out the living room. Still, you had to get some

new clothes before winter hit.
You leaned back, cracking your back. You didn't know how long you had been standing out there. Your phone was dead, so you couldn't check. Your feet began to ache, and you realized at that moment that you really needed to sit down. A small metal bench was just a few feet away. You trudged over and sat down,and began rubbing your hands together and blew on them softly to warm them. You closed your eyes and listened to the gentle noise of the wind.
You began to hear footsteps. You opened your eyes. Just down the sidewalk, a handsome man walked casually down the sidewalk, headed in your direction. He had earphones worn around his neck, the cord hidden in some pocket, a blue sweatshirt on, and some jeans. He had pretty brown hair, and some stubble. But damn if he was fine.

You squinted. Was that...could that have been...?
The man drew closer. You were pretty certain he was who you thought he was. And if he was that someone, then you would have to try really hard not to fangirl yourself into an awkward situation. Your heart began beating harder in your chest as he approached. He looked down, and flashed you a smile.
"How's it going, bro?"
Your eyes widened, and you sat there, frozen, unable to say anything for a few moments.
C'mon, _____, speak. You angrily told yourself.
"You okay, bro?" The man asked again. You were sure this was him, now, you were sure of it. But, you still had to ask.
"I-I'm okay..." You finally manage to muster. "Y-yourself?"
"I'm doing great. Whadya doin out here all alone?" He asked, sitting next to you.
"Waiting for the bus. C-Could I ask you your name?" You asked.
"Oh, my name? My name is Felix Fjellberg, and yourself?"
You stare for a moment, processing the information presented to you. Finally, something clicks in your brain that yes, it is now confirmed that you are indeed staring at Mr. PewDiePie himself.
"Oh my.....oh my gosh! PewDiePie?" You stammer, your eyes widening. Yep. Fangirling time.
"Oh, you're part of the Bro Army?" Felix asks with a surprised look on his handsome features.
"Yeah! I watch your videos all the time!" You say as you begin to gush about him. Felix just smiles and thanks you, and often chuckles at you. Finally, you get a grip on yourself.
"I'm sorry....my name is _____." You tell him. He smiles and holds out a fist. You guys brofist.
"Nice to meet you, _______." He smiles. The wind picks up again, and you shiver. Before you have time to act, or think, he has his arm around you, and you find yourself right up against a very warm, very handsome, very nice-smelling Swedish man.
"It's a cold night, isn't it?" He asked, looking down at you. You nod, a blush creeping onto your face. You had liked PewDiePie for quite a while now. That was just one of the many reasons you had come up with to watch him.
"You better be careful. Don't want you to get a fever." Felix rambled. Gosh, he was just so darn fine! You bit your lip, and smiled. It is then you decided that you don't care if the bus comes or not, you are just so close to PewDiePie, warm and feeling somewhat safe in his embrace, that you don't ever want this moment to end.
But all things must come to an end, even if they're temporary. You turn your head as you hear the familiar sound of the one thing that means you must go....

To be continued

I hope you guys liked it!
Stay tuned for part two.
+Watch if you want more, and to see my PewDiePiexReaderxCry Fic that I'll work on.

See ya. Brofist.

Description
Here it is! Finally! I know you guys are just dying for it, so I decided to hurry and write one for the night.

You shivered alone in the cool autumn air. It was about seven at night, it was just growing dark, and the bus still

hadn't come around. You wanted to get home. You had just had a long night of shopping, there was that homework

that had to be done before Monday, and you still had to finish cleaning out the living room. Still, you had to get some

new clothes before winter hit.
You leaned back, cracking your back. You didn't know how long you had been standing out there. Your phone was dead, so you couldn't check. Your feet began to ache, and you realized at that moment that you really needed to sit down. A small metal bench was just a few feet away. You trudged over and sat down,and began rubbing your hands together and blew on them softly to warm them. You closed your eyes and listened to the gentle noise of the wind.
You began to hear footsteps. You opened your eyes. Just down the sidewalk, a handsome man walked casually down the sidewalk, headed in your direction. He had earphones worn around his neck, the cord hidden in some pocket, a blue sweatshirt on, and some jeans. He had pretty brown hair, and some stubble. But damn if he was fine.

You squinted. Was that...could that have been...?
The man drew closer. You were pretty certain he was who you thought he was. And if he was that someone, then you would have to try really hard not to fangirl yourself into an awkward situation. Your heart began beating harder in your chest as he approached. He looked down, and flashed you a smile.
"How's it going, bro?"
Your eyes widened, and you sat there, frozen, unable to say anything for a few moments.
C'mon, _____, speak. You angrily told yourself.
"You okay, bro?" The man asked again. You were sure this was him, now, you were sure of it. But, you still had to ask.
"I-I'm okay..." You finally manage to muster. "Y-yourself?"
"I'm doing great. Whadya doin out here all alone?" He asked, sitting next to you.
"Waiting for the bus. C-Could I ask you your name?" You asked.
"Oh, my name? My name is Felix Fjellberg, and yourself?"
You stare for a moment, processing the information presented to you. Finally, something clicks in your brain that yes, it is now confirmed that you are indeed staring at Mr. PewDiePie himself.
"Oh my.....oh my gosh! PewDiePie?" You stammer, your eyes widening. Yep. Fangirling time.
"Oh, you're part of the Bro Army?" Felix asks with a surprised look on his handsome features.
"Yeah! I watch your videos all the time!" You say as you begin to gush about him. Felix just smiles and thanks you, and often chuckles at you. Finally, you get a grip on yourself.
"I'm sorry....my name is _____." You tell him. He smiles and holds out a fist. You guys brofist.
"Nice to meet you, _______." He smiles. The wind picks up again, and you shiver. Before you have time to act, or think, he has his arm around you, and you find yourself right up against a very warm, very handsome, very nice-smelling Swedish man.
"It's a cold night, isn't it?" He asked, looking down at you. You nod, a blush creeping onto your face. You had liked PewDiePie for quite a while now. That was just one of the many reasons you had come up with to watch him.
"You better be careful. Don't want you to get a fever." Felix rambled. Gosh, he was just so darn fine! You bit your lip, and smiled. It is then you decided that you don't care if the bus comes or not, you are just so close to PewDiePie, warm and feeling somewhat safe in his embrace, that you don't ever want this moment to end.
But all things must come to an end, even if they're temporary. You turn your head as you hear the familiar sound of the one thing that means you must go....

To be continued

I hope you guys liked it!
Stay tuned for part two.
+Watch if you want more, and to see my PewDiePiexReaderxCry Fic that I'll work on.

See ya. Brofist.