Ok so before you all start fangirling and having nosebleeds, let me just do a quick summary here since it doesn't all fit in the description box:
'When literature student Elizabeth Callahan goes to interview the young Swedish YouTuber Felix Kjellberg, aka PewDiePie, she meets a man who is beautiful and brilliant. The unworldly, naive Elizabeth is startled in realizing that she wants this man, and she is desperate to get close to him. Unable to resist Elizabeth's beauty, Felix admits he wants her too. Together they embark on a daring, passionate, physical love affair, and during there journey, Elizabeth discovers Felix Kjellberg's secrets of his past.'
So, this is going to be like Fifty Shades of Grey, only different since PewDiePie will be replacing Christian Grey. And instead of being 24, I'm making him 27 and living in California during the summers.
Replacing Ana Steele is 21 year old Elizabeth Callahan who lives in San Francisco with her best friend and roommate, Lillian "Lily" De Luca.
Other YouTubers might make appearances. :)
UPDATE WARNING - August 17, 2015
***The rating is M 18+ for strong language, sexual content, themes of S&M, BDSM, later drug use (located in part 2), brief violence, M/M content (MalexMale) and etc etc. If you DO NOT like that sort of stuff, if it grosses you out, then DON'T READ. You know where the back button is. For everyone else, please enjoy.
***And PLEASE KEEP IN MIND that this story is NOT REAL and NONE of the characters are real, except for Felix Kjellberg (PewDiePie) and the other YouTuber's who are part of the storyline. All other characters are fictional and are owned by me. This is based off E.L. James' Fifty Shades of Grey and Fifty Shades Darker and I DO NOT own the storyline.
And lastly, anonymous guests who post negative reviews will be deleted and site users who choose to do the same will be blocked. I have given out several warnings about this story and if you're a new reader to this fanfic, I strongly advise you to read the above warning before proceeding. Thank you and enjoy.
***Also, one more thing, over time this story may be changed up a bit since I've noticed that the storyline is somewhat really close to E.L James' original story. Some things might get added in, too. So be patient. :) Editing and changing things takes time. :P Ok, onwards with the story:
ViceCityfan1986 presents to you:
Fifty Shades of PewDiePie (Part I)
(And also, this story takes place in 2013, which is also the same time I started writing this.)
"Ugh, this is bullshit," I grumble, as I look in the mirror and scowl.
Damn, sometimes I really hate my life, and my hair because it just doesn't want to seem to behave. And damn Lily De Luca for getting the flu and putting me through this ordeal. I'm supposed to be studying for my exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush and fix my hair. I must remember not to go to bed with wet hair next time.
Attempting once more to bring it under control, I flip my hair and shake my head. I flip it back and it spills out over my shoulders, and down my back. There we go. Sometimes my hair is such a pain but at least it looks decent enough. I look at myself in the mirror and gaze at the pale, skinny, jet black haired girl with big bright blue eyes that stares back at me. A lot of people say that I look like a cross between Zoey Deschanel and Katy Perry, but I don't see the resemblance. Satisfied with my hair, I turn and leave, hoping that it stays that way.
Lily is my roommate and one of my best friends, and today, she has chosen of all days to get sick. Therefore, she is unable to attend the interview she had arranged to do with some big famous YouTuber that I'm not all familiar with, for the student newspaper. So I have volunteered. I have exams to study for and an essay to work on today, but no, I have to drive all the way to Sacramento to meet the one and only, Felix Kjellberg, aka, PewDiePie. What a weird YouTube name. But I can't complain since he has been generous enough to grant Lily an interview.
When I walk into the living room, I see Lily huddled up with a blanket on the couch watching videos on YouTube. I swear she's addicted to that website. I on the other hand don't get online much although she has gotten me to watch some PewDiePie videos. He's funny in a really weird way.
"Elizabeth, I'm really sorry, but it took me almost seven months to get this interview. God only knows how long it will take me to reschedule, and we'll both have graduated by then. I can't blow this off. Please, go for me?" Lily begs me with her raspy, sore throat voice.
I smile at her. "Of course I'll go for you, Lily. But right now, you should really get back to bed."
"Oh, and before I forget, here are the questions, the directions to his house, and my digital recorder. Just press the start button, make notes if you have to, and I'll transcribe them."
"I know nothing about him, except that he was born in Sweden," I murmur as Lily hands me all the stuff that I need.
"You'll do just fine," Lily assures me. "You should get going. It's a long drive and I wouldn't want you to be late."
I sigh. "Okay I'm going," I say. "Get back in bed. There's soup in the fridge for you."
Lily smiles. "Good luck, Elizabeth. And thanks again, you're a life saver."
I sigh. "Yeah."
Gathering up my backpack and car keys, I smile at her, and head outside to my Mercedes. I scoff and roll my eyes. I can't believe I'm doing this, but since Lily is sick, I have no choice. She's one of my dearest friends, and hey, maybe this interview won't be so bad after all since it's PewDiePie, the big famous YouTuber from Gothenburg, Sweden...
The roads are moderately clear as I set off from San Francisco to Sacramento. It's only nine in the morning as I set off towards the highway and I don't have to be in Sacramento until this afternoon.
My destination is the house where Mr. Felix Kjellberg makes his videos. Glancing at Lily's written directions, I turn onto a long driveway, and drive up a gravel path until an iron gate comes into view. I slow down a bit and a moment later, the gate opens. Freaky. It's as if he knows that I'm here. I continue up the path until I see a big dark blue, 3 story house. It's a huge Victorian style home surrounded by a large lawn that looks well taken care of. There are also many trees surrounding the property. This place looks like home to a big Hollywood movie star instead of a YouTuber.
Parking in front of the garage, I shut the engine off, and stare up at the dark blue house. Greatly relieved that I'm not late, I grab my backpack and step out of the car. Walking across the gravel path and to the front door, I take a deep breath, and knock. A few moments later, the door opens, and standing there is a young man with bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, wearing a white sweater and khaki's.
Holy shit. He's a lot more handsome in person.
"Uhh, M-Mr. Kjellberg," I stutter. Damn it, stop stuttering, Elizabeth! "Lily- I mean, Miss De Luca was unavailable, so she sent me."
"And you are?" he asks, gazing at me warily, his Swedish accent warm.
"Oh...Um, my name is Elizabeth Callahan," I reply. "I'm a friend of Lily's."
He opens the storm door for me, motioning for me to come in. As I take a step inside the house, I'm instantly hit with a warm foreign scent. My inner goddess has awoken and she stares in awe at the Swedish man standing before me.
"It's good to meet you," Mr. Kjellberg says.
He extends his hand out and I take it mine. As our fingers touch, I feel an odd and exhilarating shiver run through me which goes all the way down there. My heart lurches into my throat and I withdraw my hand, and smile politely as I blush a bright pink.
"You too," I say, smiling
"Right this way, Miss Callahan," he says. Ooh, how polite.
I follow behind him down the hall into a large lobby. Descending from the ceiling is a huge crystal chandelier. In the middle of the room there is a round, dark wood table, and on it sits a vase of red roses. Farther into the lobby is a massive staircase leading up to the second and third floor. To the left, Mr. Kjellberg leads me into the living room. At the far end of the room is a stone fireplace and above that, a big flat screen TV. I look around and there are many paintings hung on the walls. I recognize a few Picasso paintings, along with Van Gogh and Michelangelo.
"Have a seat, make yourself comfortable." He gestures toward a plush white couch.
Sitting down the couch, Mr. Kjellberg sits a few inches away from me as I retrieve Lily's questions from my backpack. Next, I set up the digital recorder in a very dumb and clumsy way by dropping it twice on the glass coffee table. Mr. Kjellberg remains quiet and waits patiently as I become more and more embarrassed and flustered with myself. Dammit, what in the world is wrong with me today? When I glance up at the Swedish man, his blue eyes are watching me. He has one arm draped over the back of the couch, and his other hand is cupping his chin and trailing his index finger along his bottom lip.
"Sorry," I mutter. "I'm just not used to this."
Mr. Kjellberg smiles. "Don't worry about it, take all the time you need. Would you like a glass of tea?" He gestures towards the pitcher of tea sitting on the large coffee table.
"No thank you," I say. "Um, do you mind if I record your answers?"
"After you've taken so much trouble to set it up, you're asking me now?"
I flush with embarrassment. He's only teasing me, right? Oh I hope so. I blink at him, unsure of what to say.
He smiles at the look on my face in amusement. "I'm kidding," he says. "Go ahead, I don't mind."
"I just have a quick question before we get started, Mr. Kjellberg," I say. "Did Lily, I mean Miss. De Luca explain what this interview is for?"
Mr. Kjellberg nods. "Yes, this interview is appearing in the graduation issue of the student paper, and since your school was kind enough to donate money to the water campaign for charity, I will be presenting everyone there degrees at the graduation ceremony. And please, call me Felix."
Oh. Well, this is news to me, and I'm temporarily preoccupied by the fact that someone not much older than me, okay maybe six or seven years, and is also famous on YouTube, will be presenting me with my degree. I smile at the thought and drag my attention back to the task at hand.
"Good," I say. "Alright, I have some questions for you, Felix." I smooth a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
"I thought you might," he says in amusement.
Is he laughing at me? My cheeks heat at the realization and I sit up straight in an attempt to look taller and more intimidating. I press the start button on the recorder and begin.
"You were very young when you gained so much popularity on YouTube. To what do you owe your success?" I look up at him and he's smiling.
"Well, I owe my success to all the people who helped me get to where I am today," Felix replies. "When I first started out, I was surprised to have reached 100 subscribers, and now that I'm at over 12 million bros, it's just really amazing. I owe all my thanks to all the bros from all over the world."
I look at him and his blue eyes are watching me impassively. My heartbeat quickens, and my face flushes. I quickly look down at Lily's questions, hiding my rosy red cheeks.
"How does it feel to be number 1 on YouTube?" I ask.
He smiles and his eyes twinkle. Oh my, he's so cute. My inner goddess is sitting in her chair, staring at the beautiful man beside me.
"It feels incredible," he says softly. "I amazed to have gotten this far and I'm literally lost for words to describe how excited I am."
I grin like an idiot on the inside and look at the next question.
"Do you have any interests outside of YouTube?" I ask.
"I have lots of varied interests." A small smiles touches his lips. "Very varied," he adds. "I like to play guitar, go sailing, travel, and partake in other various activities."
He smiles, revealing perfect white teeth, and I stop breathing. Holy fuck, he is beautiful. My inner goddess has fainted from his beauty. While my subconscious uses the smelling salt to wake her up, I quickly glance down at the questions and try to slow my wildly beating heart.
"If you saw Slender Man, what would you do?" I ask. I can't help but laugh at Lily's question.
His face turns serious as he tries to hide his humor. "I would run up to him and give him a hug," he says. He fails miserably at being serious and he begins to laugh. "No, I'm kidding. I'd probably shit myself and run away screaming like a little girl. Excuse my language."
I grin and look at the next question. "Many people say you only care about making money on YouTube. Is that true?"
I look at him and all trace of humor is replaced by annoyance.
"No, that is not true," he says. "I've explained this numerous times in my videos. Do you think that?"
I shake my head. "No." I say. Wow, he's serious.
"Good," Felix says. He smiles but for some reason it doesn't touch his eyes.
"You were adopted as a child. How much do you think that's shaped the way you are?" Oh shit, this is way too personal. I stare at him, hoping he's not offended by the question. His smile disappears.
"I have no way of knowing," he says.
Now I'm interested. "How old were you when you were adopted?"
He glares at me. "That is really none of your business, Miss. Callahan," he states, his tone stern.
Crap. My inner goddess is hiding in embarrassment. Maybe I should have done some research before I agreed to do this damn interview. Flustered to hell and back, I move on to the next question.
"Do you have any family?" I ask.
Felix smiles, but once more, it doesn't reach his eyes. "Yes, I have a family; they live in Sweden. I have two brothers, a sister, two loving parents, grandparents, cousins, aunts. Do you want names or something?"
What's up with him all of sudden? "Um, no, the question is if you have any family or not."
"Well everybody knows I have family," he says. "My parents have been in a few of my videos. So has my little sister."
Oh. Ok, moving on.
"Are you gay, Mr. Kjellberg?" I ask, before I'm able to stop myself.
His eyes widen as if I've just offended him. Fuck! Oh, I hope he isn't mad. Why in the hell would Lily put this as a question? Darn her and her curiosity! The silence stretches between us.
"What would you say if I was gay?" he asks.
I feel my face heat up. "Um, well nothing. I have nothing against gay people. I'm sorry, sir-I mean Felix. It's written here. Are you?"
He shakes his head and smirks. "No, Elizabeth, I'm not." He raises his eyebrows but I can tell he does not look pleased.
That's the first time he's said my name. My heartbeat has accelerated, and by now my cheeks must be as red as a tomato. Nervously, I look up at the Swedish man, and he's looking at me quizzically.
"Are these your own questions?" he asks with curiosity.
The blood drains from my face. "N-No. Lily, I mean Miss De Luca, wrote these questions down."
"Are you two working together on the student paper?"
Oh no. I have nothing to do with the student paper. It's her extracurricular activity, and mine is literature.
"No. She's my roommate." I look up at him and his blue eyes seem to be judging me.
"Did you volunteer to do this interview?" he asks, his accent soft and quiet.
Wait, hold on. Who's supposed to be interviewing whom here? His eyes burn into me as he waits for my answer, and I'm stuck with giving him the truth.
"Yes, sir, I volunteered. Miss De Luca is not feeling well today." My voice sounds weak.
"That explains a lot." I watch as he runs his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. "You have any plans after you graduate?"
I shrug my shoulders, thrown by his interest. I know Lily has talked about her dream of moving to Los Angeles and she wants me go with her. Other than that, I haven't really thought of what I'm going to do.
"I haven't made any plans. I just need to get through my final exams first." Which I should be studying for right now instead of sitting here and feeling uncomfortable under your penetrating blue eyes.
"They run an excellent internship program over at YouTube headquarters," he says quietly.
What? I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Is he offering me a job?
"Oh, I'll bear that in mind," I murmur. "Thank you for the offer though, but I don't know anything about YouTube."
He tilts his head to one side, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You know nothing about YouTube?" he asks.
I shake my head.
"I see," he says. "Well, do you ever watch my videos?"
Oh shit. What will the famous PewDiePie say when he finds out that I'm not a bro? The color drains from my face as I think of something to say to him. Say something, Elizabeth! my subconscious screams at me.
"No," I say, finding my voice. "I don't get online much, but my roommate has gotten me to watch one or two of your videos. I'm not a big fan like she is."
"Well, it's nice to know that you won't fangirl over me," Felix says. "When I saw you I was kinda afraid." He smiles and giggle.
"Yeah, I'm not into fangirling," I say. "A lot of my friends are into fangirling, but not me."
"You're actually the first woman I've meet that's not into fangirling."
"Really?" I ask.
I look over at him and he nods and smiles, his blue eyes twinkling once more. The muscles deep in my belly clench and I tear my gaze away. I stare down at my knotted fingers. Shit, I sound like I'm flirting with him. I have to go, now.
"Would you like to see how I make videos?" he asks.
I shake my head. "No, I'm sure you are far too busy, Mr. Kjellberg, and I do have a long drive back."
"You're driving back to San Francisco?" He sounds surprised and maybe even a little anxious. He glances out the big picture window. It looks like it's about to rain. "Well, you better drive carefully." His tone is serious. "Did you get everything you needed?"
"Yes, sir," I reply. I feel him watching me as I put the tape recorder and notebook back in my backpack. "Thank you for the interview, Mr. Kjellberg."
"You're very welcome," he says, polite as ever. "And again, it's just Felix."
"Sorry," I mutter.
As I rise, Felix stands and holds out his hand to me.
"Until we meet again, Miss Callahan." And it sounds like a challenge, but I'm not sure. I frown. When will we ever meet again? I shake his hand once more, only to find out that the odd current between us is still there. It must be my nerves.
I walk out of the living room with Felix following behind me. Once I'm at the front door, he opens it for me, and I'm surprised when he follows me outside. Reaching my car, I turn around and notice that he is looking at my Mercedes.
"It was really great meeting you by the way," I say. "Most of my friends would kill to be in my shoes just to meet the famous PewDiePie."
He chuckles. "Yeah, I bet they would," he says, smiling. He holds up his hand in a fist bumping gesture. "Brofist."
Oh my. I grin and brofist him back.
"Drive safe," he says.
I watch as Felix turns and walks back to the porch. Getting into my car, I start the engine and drive off down the gravel path while he watches me leave.
August 19, 2015: Chapter has been updated a little bit. Hope you enjoyed. :)