Georgenotfound x Reader

Well, staying up all night with George seemed like a good idea... at the time. 

But it took all but an hour for you to reach the verge of passing out, your heavy eyelids betraying you and your mind's desire to keep talking to him.

You'd switched your cameras back on once Sapnap left.  George had turned on his LED lights, they were cyan today.  It outlined his features in a thin teal glow.

You peered at George's widely awake face, which was getting more and more fuzzy through your sleep-deprived vision.  It'd been a while since you'd pulled an all-nighter, and the rush of rebellion gave a tiny sparkle to your eyes.  Although your eyelids were drooping after only 15 minutes.

"I miss the music, put some on," you said groggily.  "I'm gonna fall asleep otherwise."  You pulled your blanket to your face so that it covered beneath your nose, and it took all of your energy to not fall asleep right then and there. 

"Erm, alright," George said hesitantly, and you grinned.  His voice was bright and cheery, the morning rasp gone, but you could tell he was trying to keep it subdued for you.  "Gimme a song then."

"You pick.

"No."

"Yes."

"No," he said grinning, finally breaking and letting out a chuckle..

"What kind of music do you listen to anyway?" you asked. 

George shrugged, playing with something in his hands.  "Pick a color."

"Pink, I guess?"

George switched his LED lights to pink, with the remote he was fidgeting with.  You smiled, he looked nice in the magenta-ish glow.  You only just noticed a greenish lava lamp in the background on the side table behind him, and asked him about it.

"I dunno, I probably got it at a museum somewhere."

"Why do you still have it?"

"I just never got rid of it, I guess."  You could tell he was trying to change the subject, but were too tired to care very much.

Eventually, though, you remembered the silence and returned to the question.

"You never answered, what kind of music do you like?"

George rolled his eyes.  "Still on about that?"

You hummed yes.

He sighed.  "I dunno, like, the popular stuff I guess."

"So... pop?" You tried to imagine him blasting Taylor Swift at 3 am, like you had many times before. 

"Eh, no... like, hip-hop, I guess."

"Ah," you said, trying to read his expression to see if he was joking.  He apparently was not.  You couldn't imagine him listening to UK hip hop, for some reason.  He was probably talking about American music- probably his friend's influence. 

Although the mere thought of George listening to JuiceWRLD made you chuckle. 

But you bit your tongue as you were about to make a snarky comment, feeling guilty.  He just didn't strike you as a rap kind of guy.

"Play a song, then," you pushed, smiling stupidly and leaning forward.

"Fine, fine- if it means you'll shut up," George finally gave in, and you giggled.  "You have spotify?"

"Yeah?  Why?"

"Link it to your discord, so we can do a listening party."

"Ooh, sounds fun!"