pairing: George Russel x reader
Summery- Since reader can't leave the house for New Year's, they decide to watch 'Mamma Mia'.
Warnings- implied that reader has a chronic illness, reader is having a flare up
author of dividers: @thecutestgrotto
an: I know I'm late to this but this how I spent my New Year's with my bff so I wanted to write about it
New Years. Time when everyone spends their time dancing to blasting music while waiting for the Earth’s last rotation around the Sun. Everyone besides you. What luck you had that it’s December and this year for Christmas Santa gave you cold weather and a flare up. That resulted in you spending New Year’s Eve at home. Fortunately your boyfriend canceled all plans on going anywhere to be with you. Surprising to him, you weren’t so pleased by that idea. The guilt ate you from inside. You didn’t want him to be forced to stay at home. Eventually you agreed and that’s how you got into this situation
The two of you cuddled up to each other on the couch. Fluffy blanket carefully tucked around you. The softest pillows in the house under your back. Your head comfortably lying down on his shoulder. His arm embraced around you while gently going through your hair. Snacks displayed on the coffee table.
“So with what movie does Her Majesty wants to welcome the new year?” George asks while giving you the remote like it’s some grand power.
You chuckled at his actions. “I have the perfect thing.” You went on your streaming services and typed in ‘Mamma mia’. Before you could press on it you heard George groan.
“Really? Mamma mia? Of all movies?” The look he was giving you was priceless. “C’mon. It’s not that bad. Actually, it’s not bad at all. It’s amazing.”
Seeing suspicion on his face you add, “Give it a chance. It’s a perfect New Year’s movie.” With a few more complaints he gave in.
Not even five minutes in and a song came up. “Honey, honey, how you thrill me…” you sang along on top of your lungs, not caring about your fatigue. There was just something empowering about ABBA songs.
George watched you with amusement as you sang and did a little dance in your seat. His annoyance falters every time you point at him when in the song was mentioned ‘honey’, or ‘baby’.
Just as that song finished another came up. George couldn’t understand how anyone could enjoy this movie. It was just song after song with a bunch of nonsense in between. But seeing you sing and dance was worth it. He finally decided to join in on the third song, Dancing queen.
“...You're in the mood for a dance…” you sang along when George offered you his hand. You take it and let him pull you up on your shaky legs.
“You are the dancing queen/Young and sweet/ only seventeen/Dancing queen” the two of you loudly sang. It was so off-key, but neither of you cared. He spun you one, twice. Your laughter filled his ears.
You got dizzy from all the spinning and jumping. Fortunately, the soft couch was there to catch you. You couldn’t help but giggle.
“Look at my beautiful dancing queen,” George sits next to you. His hand gently brushed your cheek as he moved a piece of your hair from your face.
The two of you were back on the couch. Dancing took all of your energy and you needed to just sit for some time. Luckily, for the next few minutes there were no songs to dance to. Your face was in his chest. The urge to spoil him the ending was bubbling in you.
“Wait, so who is the father then?” George asks. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to dissect the movie of all songs to figure out the nonsensical plot.
“You’ll see. The ending is so good! I can’t wait to see how you’ll react to the plot twist!” you ramble.
When it reached the eleventh song he couldn’t help but groan. “How many songs are there?! It’s fun to sing and dance with you to them but there’s too much! I swear this whole movie is just singing and hot people.”
You giggle at his complaints. It was cute. “That’s the magic of the movie”
While you did enjoy the movie and the fun time with George you had, your body couldn’t be ignored. Your eyes got unfocused, your ears lazy. Eyelids shut on their own. Legs and arms grew heavier and heavier. Like they were coated with lead. Fatigue and exhaustion overcoming you. Every breath got deeper and deeper. Sleep welcoming you with open arms.
George noticed that and laid you down. He fixed the pillows and the blanket, making sure it was perfectly tucked in so you don’t get cold. His fingers brushed your hair. For you he finished the movie. He had to admit, it was good.
When the clock struck midnight and the fireworks nearby ignited, he pressed his lips to your forehead. “Happy New Year, lovely.”
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