YouTube Clickbait Faces
Inspired by this post by @wolflyndraws :3
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Teagan has been out of the hospital for a week, and Dream has realized he has no photos of her with George.
He's taken pictures of her while she was in the hospital. He took pictures of George in the hospital.
But he doesn't have any of them together.
Which, to be fair to him, isn't really his own fault. For the first week or so of her being in the hospital, they weren't allowed to hold her at all.
And in the time they were allowed to hold her, they were both more focused her and spending time together than they were about taking photos.
As a result, the closest thing to a photo of George and Teagan he has is one of George watching her in her little incubator.
It's a good photo. A great photo even. But it makes Dream sad.
He needs more pictures of the two that will make him happy.
It's this thought process that leads him to pull out his phone during a moment of downtime.
He aims the camera at where George is laying, flat on his back with Teagan lays on his chest.
The shirt George is wearing is dumb. In the best way possible.
It says "Spawn Point" in cluncky, pixelated letters. It was a gag gift from Sapnap but George, like the nerd he is, immediately fell in love with it and has taken to wearing it constantly.
He says it's comfortable, and Teagan seems to agree with the way she's clutching the fabric in her small fists as she sleeps.
George himself looks asleep, eyes closed and breathing even, but Dream can tell he's not from the uneven pattern of his breaths.
He manages to snap two quick photos before George peaks his eyes open to look at him.
George rolls his eyes and smiles.
Dream prepares to take another photo, wanting to capture George's fond smile.
However, as he's clicking the button, George drops his mouth open. He brings his hands up and presses them against his cheeks as he widens his eyes in faux shock.
It's the typical YouTube thumbnail face.
The photo is taken.
"George, what the hell." He asks, voice incredulous.
George is giggling to himself, clearly amused by his own antics.
"I was trying to get cute pictures. Not whatever that was." Dream whines, not actually upset.
"L." George responds through his seemingly endless laughter.
The shifting of George's chest as his laughter rouses Teagan. She squirms as she wakes, letting out a soft whimper.
George stops laughing in an instant. He turns his attention to where Teagan has continued whimpering quietly.
"Oh, baby... " He coos. "You're ok. Go back to sleep, sweetheart."
Dream takes another picture as George works soothe Teagan back to sleep.
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As Teagan is getting older waking up in the morning is getting easier.
She's not quite sleeping through the night yet but she's getting close. Close enough that Dream and George are able to get enough sleep that they don't feel completely dead.
This also means that they, George especially, are in much better mood first things in the morning.
Dream is eternally grateful for this fact when he walks into the kitchen.
George is already up with Teagan, having gotten up when she did.
Currently, He's holding her in his arms. He's swaying back and forth and bouncing in circles.
He's humming under his breath as he does so. When Dream listens in a little harder he recognizes the tune of Kind of Love. The knowledge makes him feel fuzzy.
Teagan is giggling like mad, her little face lit up with joy.
He pulls out his phone. He wants to capture the moment so he can play it on repeat whenever he's sad or mad or even just if he wants to.
He manages to record in silence for thirty seconds before Teagan's loud laughter causes him to laugh. He's not able to contain it, the joy of the two people he loves more than anyone else bringing him joy.
The noise causes George to whip his head around. The smile on his grows when he sees Dream.
George turns his body towards him and holds Teagan out in front of him as if he's handing her to him.
There's still a large smile on her face and the sight of her daddy makes her kick her feet and squeal excitedly.
Dream ends the video and takes a quick photo.
At the sound of the camera shutter George's jaw drops open and he widens his eyes.
"George," He mutters, exasperated. "Stop making YouTube click bait faces when I'm trying to take a picture."
George drops the face long enough to say "Just take the picture, idiot." before returning to the face.
Dream rolls his eyes and takes the picture.
After he does so George rushes forward. He hands Teagan to Dream and snatches Dream's phone from his hand.
"Good morning, Tea Cup." He mumbles to her as he presses a soft kiss to her forehead.
George let's out a laugh.
"This is epic." He mutters, looking at the photos. He turns to show the phone to Reagan. "Look, baby! That's you!"
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For the past week or so, Teagan has been attempting to stand on her own.
She's gotten pretty close, managing to use the couch or a chair or just about anything she can get her tiny hands on to pull herself on her feet.
That's about as far as she can get though. The second she let's go she falls on her butt.
She doesn't let it discourage her, simply letting out a frustrated huff before trying again.
It both excites and terrifies Dream.
Excites because it's a new mile stone. She's growing up and learning new things!
But also she's growing up. She's growing so quick and before long she won't be his tiny little baby anymore.
There's also the added factor of how much more potential mischief she'll be able to get into once she's not longer restrained to crawling.
Him and George are watching her attempt now. She's already tried four times and she's getting increasingly frustrated each time.
As time goes on, he's getting increasingly worried that she's going to work herself into a tantrum.
As he watches her slowly pull herself up, he decides that if she falls again he's going to scoop her up and distract her. Redirect her attention until she's calm enough to try again.
He watches as Teagan pulls herself to her feet. She wobbles for a moment before she's able to use her grip on the couch to stabilize herself.
She looks to Dream and George for approval.
"You've got this, baby." George says to her.
She looks back and forth between her feet and the couch. After a moment of contemplation she let's out a determined huff.
Distantly, Dream is amused by the theatrics of their child. It shouldn't be that shocking though, considering how dramatic both he and George can be.
She let's go of the couch and Dream holds his breath as he watches her wobble.
Teagan continues to struggle with balancing herself for a moment before she manages to plant her feet and stand firm.
When she does so she looks back up at them and let's out a soft "ah" of excitement as she bounces gently in place.
George stands up before squatting down beside her. He looks up at dream and says "Take a picture." Before making the thumbnail face.
"Are you serious?" "Yes! This is a big moment take the picture!"
Dream scoffs out a fond laugh as he does as he was told.
After he does it George turns to Teagan and scoops her into his arms. He holds her up above his head. She squeals in excitement.
Dream takes a picture of that too.
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Dream has been on the verge of tears all day.
Teagan, his baby girl, has just graduated high school. As in, just walked across the stage and gotten her diploma fifteen minutes ago.
Now Him, George, Sapnap, and the rest of their family are pushing through the crowd looking for her.
Her graduating class is nearly three hundred kids. That combined with all of the parents and family who came means there's a lot of people to sift through.
Thankfully, after just another minute of searching, they find her.
Or really she finds them.
As Dream is scanning the crowd he hears a distant "Dad!" called through the groups of people.
He turns just in time to catch Teagan as she basically throws herself at him.
The two lock into a tight embrace. When he pulls away he cups her face in his palms.
"I'm so proud of you, Tea Cup." He whispers to her as he presses a kiss to her forehead.
"Thanks, dad." She whispers back, tears in her eyes.
The two pull away and she turns her attention to George.
George throws his arms around her shoulders and pulls her close.
He doesn't hear what George says to her but when they pull away their faces are both wet with tears.
Sapnap is up next and her pulls her into a bear hug and ruffles her hair.
She's so much taller than him now. When did that happen? He remembers when her head was just barely past his hip.
After everyone gets their hugs they decide it's time for photos.
When everyone herds Dream, George, and Teagan together they get a few normal ones before George and Teagan make eye contact.
Mischievous grins take over their faces.
"Do the face with us." Teagan says.
Dream rolls his eyes fondly.
Ever since Teagan was old enough to take directions, George has had her doing the click bait face.
It's as amusing as it is infuriating.
He never participated, having decided years ago that it was a mommy and daughter activity that he didn't encroach on.
Now though? With both of the people he loves more than anything looking at him with pleading eyes?
"Fine." He relents, fondly laughing as his daughter and husband cheer at their victory.
With a sigh he places the palms of his hands on his face and barely contains his laughter as he pulls a shocked face.
By the time all of the cameras are put away, all three of them are laughing.
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Spoiled
Dream reacts to George's recent purchases: a DNF drabble.
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Dream stopped George in the living room when he got home, standing there with his arms crossed and an imposing glare on his face. Sapnap laughed nervously and dipped out of the room, telling him he could deal with it.
“George.”
“Dream?”
“Why did you buy a golf cart?”
George laughed, sauntering right up to Dream with a mischievous grin.
“It’s not a golf cart. It’s a truck,” he said.
“It is not a truck,” Dream insisted.
“Okay, but it’s also not a golf cart,” George said. “And technically I didn’t buy it. Sapnap did.”
Dream shook his head.
“I just—I can’t believe you. You’re so spoiled, George.”
“Dream!” George gasped, feigning offense. “I am not spoiled.”
“You literally are.” Dream rolled his eyes. “Like, you never bring your wallet with you anywhere so everyone else has to pay for you.”
“Who’s everyone?” George asked.
“Sapnap and me! Mostly me, though, let’s be real.”
George snickered.
“I don’t know. Kind of sounds like you’re a simp—”
“George. No.” Dream pointed at him, the tip of his finger touching George’s chest and the veins of his forearm visible through his skin from his tense posture. “You guys need to go return that thing. What are we even gonna use it for?”
George bit his lip, looking from Dream’s hand to his eyes, and then knocked it away from himself.
“To ride around on. Obviously.”
“Obviously. Oh my god.” Dream pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why do I even bother?”
“Because you love me,” George said with an innocent shrug.
Dream looked up, and George knew behind his smirk, his softness must be bleeding through, because Dream softened too at the sight of him.
“I honestly don’t know why I do.” Dream rolled his eyes, though he was struggling to keep a fond smile from creeping up on his lips.
George scoffed.
“Rude. Idiot.”
Dream laughed at that, and George felt something twist in his stomach. One snide remark from Dream, and he was reduced to one-word sentences. He really couldn’t take a taste of own medicine.
“If I’m so rude, why are you dating me?” Dream slid up to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, and George crossed his arms, putting on his best annoyed face despite the blush blooming high on his cheekbones.
“I don’t know. That’s a good question, actually.”
“Oh, come on.” Dream put his other hand on George’s chin, thumb resting just under his lower lip, and lowered his voice to a soft, teasing tone that made George’s cheeks flush redder. George gulped, simultaneously hating Dream with every fiber of his being for knowing him so well, and enraptured by Dream’s words, Dream’s arms, Dream’s gaze so intent on him.
“Shut up.” George’s voice came out breathy, his head tilting down even as his eyes stayed on Dream’s. He hoped he looked coy, lashes fluttering enticingly.
Two could play at this game.
Dream chuckled, grinned, and took George’s lips in a deep, tender kiss. George tilted his head away ever-so-slightly, making Dream chase him, and he eagerly followed. He kissed him hard but slow, insistent without being forceful, and his hand migrated to George’s neck, hovering possessive over his chain. George gasped at that, and Dream chuckled against his lips, thinking he’d won.
George kissed back, tilted his head and slipped his tongue past Dream’s lips. Dream gripped his waist, drew him close to his chest, let the passion build, taking George’s lips wet and messy and desperate.
Then George pulled away, hands on Dream’s chest, and the pair met eyes, panting for breath in the middle of the now noticeably quiet living room.
“So. I take it I can keep the truck?”
“I hate you,” Dream said, but his lips were smiling when they met George’s again.
He counted that as a yes.
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