Georgenotfound x Reader

Video Call

You'd argued over the best type of wood, where to build a house (George didn't even want to at all) and whether or not to get netherite (you'd insisted that the nether was too annoying to stay in for any longer than necessary).  A myriad of memories in just one gameplay, in one complete game of Minecraft that George had probably played hundreds of.  Still, you hoped you'd made this one special for him.  You thought you did, anyway.

"What now?" you asked giggling. 

"What do you mean?  We beat the game!"  George said.  His voice was still just as expressive after having talked for so long, while yours was pretty burnt out and raspy.  It was his job, you supposed.  He must be used to it. 

"So I can't go see my dog again?" you asked somberly.

"I mean, you can- just go through the portal."  He gestured to the portal that'd appeared next to the egg. 

"Oh," you said, feeling dumb.  You jumped through, coming back to reality as your eyes glossed over the congratulatory messages. 

"This takes a while," he said, sighing and probably stretching by the straining sound in his voice. 

"Ah, that was fun," you said through a yawn.  "So what do you want to do?"

He yawned as well.  "I dunno, you wanna log off?"

"Not without seeing my dog!" you exclaimed.  A good excuse- you just didn't want to say goodbye to him just yet.

"Fine, fine."

You both sat for a moment in silence as text kept scrolling down a dirt- patterned credits screen. 

You couldn't help your mind from running away from you.  What did he look like at this very moment, speaking to you through a discord call whilst playing Minecraft?  What did he look like stretching, or yawning, or sighing?  Was his hair messed up, were his clothes ruffled...

"Hey, I've got a question- what are you wearing right now?"  Once again, your tongue moved faster than your mind.  Within a second you regretted what you'd just said, cursing your curiosity for getting the better of you. 

"Uh, a t-shirt?  And pajama bottoms... why?"

Good question.

"I dunno, just curious.  I'm wearing the same thing."  His answer just made you more inclined to want to see him- but that would be too much.  You'd already let your tongue slip one too many times tonight. 

George laughed.  Giggled, perhaps, was a better word.  A sound that lit up your room and your eyes, making your heart melt with comfort. 

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing, nothing," he said. 

"What is it?"

"Nothing I said!"

"Tell me!" you demanded, sitting upright.

"Nothing, it's just that... I'd bet you're too chicken to turn your camera on right now."

Your heart skipped a beat.  So he'd been thinking the same as you?  You quickly clicked open the camera app on your phone and switched it to selfie mode to examine how you looked. 

"I'll turn it on if you do."

Your hair was messy and matted, face rather puffy after having stared at a computer screen for hours.  Your oversized t-shirt was crumpled as well, but there was something a bit charming about how you looked after fixing your hair and shirt a bit.  Just put together enough to look presentable, but somehow endearing in your sleepy and ready-for-bed state.

That and your overflowing desire to see George's face gave you confidence- the dangerous kind.

"Fine." 

As soon as he murmured his response, you clicked the discord tab in front of the game.  Somehow you could feel the smirk in his voice, without even seeing him yet. 

You were nervous.  This was the first time someone would be seeing you in this sort of way on a zoom call.  Messy and, well, real.  But the fact that it was George made you feel both at ease, and incredibly anxious. 

"You seem nervous," he said.  Could he feel your anxiety through the screen?

"What makes you say that?" 

"You've been tapping on your desk for the past minute."

"Oh."  Embarrassment probably made your face more puffy, but you couldn't be bothered to care at this point.

"Okay okay, don't be nervous.  It's just me, it's just for fun," he said, and calmness immediately flooded over you.  It's just him.

You laughed.  "You're right, you're right.  I'm just being stupid- let's do it."

"Alright, on three.  One..."  You hovered over the camera icon.

"Two..."  You quickly twisted a strand of your hair with the other hand.

"Three!"

As you clicked on the icon, suddenly a pop-up came up: 'Allow Discord to use your camera?'

You groaned.  "I forgot to allow camera!  I'm an idiot," you said as you allowed it, but not before catching George's smiling face that filled half of your discord screen.

"Wow, what an elaborate excuse for not turning it on," George's voice teased.

And on video, he was laughing.  Live.  His dimples and smile and eyes, just like on twitch- but just for you. 

The second you allowed camera access, your face lit up the second half of the screen next to him.

You laughed at the sight- you and him, your faces on discord together, being idiots.  Your face was heating by the second, feeling watched by his warm gaze, as you couldn't stop yourself from looking at him.  You were bright pink, although luckily your lighting helpt obscure it- and maybe it was just your imagination, but it looked like he was pink as well. 

"Wow, I like your LED lights," you commented quickly trying to break the thick wall of tension.  He glanced behind him at the blue lights that framed his room as if reminding himself they were there, and you felt your blush deepen upon seeing his handsome side profile. 

You were being a total idiot, but at this point you were in too deep to save yourself. 

"Erm, thanks.  I like your..." he trailed off and you giggled uncontrollably, knowing there was nothing directly in your background for him to comment on. 

"My face?  How kind of you," you said as sarcastically as you could, watching as he looked down and his face became slightly redder.  Something about him being just as uncomfortable as you was endlessly funny, not to mention comforting.

"Aren't you supposed to be used to a camera on you?"  You asked teasingly.

"Well yeah, but..." he trailed off again, annoying you. 

"But what?"

"But... this is different, I guess.  I wasn't prepared." 

You bit your tongue from making a hair gel joke or something of that sort.

"Yeah..." it was your turn to trail off.  You were quiet for a moment, looking intently at everything and anything in your room except from your computer screen.

"Hey," he said softly, and you brought yourself to look at him.  His eyes were much less intimidating through a screen, but no less piercing.  You saw the corner of his mouth twitch up ever so slightly, and be brought a finger to his lips in the most attractive way imaginable.  You were plastered to your seat, unable to move an inch. 

He let out a soft chuckle as though he were about to say a joke, but didn't. 

Instead, soft as a whisper, he asked, "Are you blushing?"