pewdiepie X reader [CHAIR MODE ACTIVATE, BOOP!]pewdiepie X reader [CHAIR MODE ACTIVATE, BOOP!]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
Pewdiepie and reader [poor Mr. Chair..]
"Stephano?" pewdie gasped as the golden figure emerged from the darkness.
"Yes pewdie it is I," he glanced at you then back at pewdie, just to smirk.
"Uh stephano, aren't you normally, uh... Smaller?" pewdie was really confused; you liked him like that because normally he is so serious.
"Well, a light zurrounded mwa and zen the next zing I knew I was here...and a human ztatue," he just shrugged his shoulders and sighed at pewdie.
"Ah people I think the- ah oh." we all looked at Mr. Chair at the same time, the poor thing... you knew he was scared out of his wit at the moment, pfft who else wouldn't in 'their' own house.
"Oh Mr. Chair are you ok with this?" you pat the poor half chair on the shoulder just to be swung into a big hug.
"I don’t know your name but you are the nicest girl I have ever met and I am happy pewdie found you!" you could feel yourself tense as the warm tears dampened your hoodie.
"Mr. Chair my name i
Sofia Wrecks a ChairSofia lived on Chryssen Street, where the houses folded themselves out like they came out of pop-up books and the alleys were nothing but pencil lines on maps: erasable, here one day and gone the next, filled with trash and turned inside out, turned into quagmires and marshes of garbage.Sofia Wrecks a Chair5 years ago in Sketches
She lived on the fourth floor, room number four-three-three. It was a room into where the moon liked to shine. On nights like these, when she didn't feel like doing anything and Gray was off on another of his last full shows, she liked to sit where the moonlight was brightest and watch everything fall into half-shadow around her.
Tonight, the moonlight favored the terrace.
She trod barefoot onto the cold cement of the open terrace.
It was a small place, some would call it cramped while others called it cozy. She was never good with words. Everything in her world was an outline, a picture, a silhouette that didn't need to be described; it simply was and there was no need to make existence any m
Chair JapanxReaderChair2 years ago in Short Stories
With my elbows propped up atop the windowsill, my hands cup my face as I stare out into the world that is slowly being devoured. Light fading, the sky stained with dark blue ink, colour dissolving into darkness. Only the playful melody of the blackbird resounds across the night, giving us feeble and desperate humans hope that spring would soon arrive once more. Even in the time it takes for the smile to pull my lips at the sound of the hidden bird, I feel the world become darker and darker, the bird's calls becoming less and less frequent, until the world now lies silent. The warm glow from the lamp in the corner begins to shine bright in its reflection on the glass in front of me, making the fading universe outside even less visible. It is nice to feel the silence, that emptiness that feels so whole, that fullness that makes me feel so empty.
It’s odd being in the house alone at night. During the day, there is always some sort of amusing kerfuff