yellow sticky note//dreamnotfound

chapter 16

you guys totally missed the point when i asked to replace the name adrian, so i picked the name carter. i hope you hate it lmfao

they are not moving too fast, this is more like "drunk" stuff and if you know what drunk is like you'd get it.

this chapter is a bit mature.

and there is a tw part so bewhere ig

(not smut more like lime ig?)

"stawpppp" george blushed.

"nooooooo," dream smiled, lifting george's chin up.

george looked up at dreams forehead that still had a streak of brownie mix.

the boy wiped it off, licking the batter from his finger and leaving dream a small smirk.

dream grabbed the boys waist, reaching in for a kiss.

george approved, wrapping his arms around dreams neck.

the blonde lifted george's waist up on the counter, pushing him up against the cupboards.

dream snuck his tongue into the others mouth, making him let out a small moan.

dream made his way down to george's jaw line, to his neck. george let his head fall back from the overwhelming feelings, making him let out soft sounds as the blonde marked spots on his neck.

soon, the oven beeped letting them know the brownies were done.

dream pulled away, making george let out a sigh.

he got down from the counter and opened the hot oven up.

dream grabbed the mits, pulling the brownies out, relieving steam.

george made his way over to where the pan was set down, shuffling through cupboards.

soon he found left over frosting and some sprinkles.

he decided not to add frosting, but he covered the top with a few dashes of small circled sprinkles.

dream stood by the boy as he poured the purple sprinkles around, missing the pan every now and then making them giggle.

george took a hand full of sprinkles, and threw them at dream making him gasp.

"you little bitchhh" dream wheezed, shaking them out of his hair.

meanwhile, george was laughing so hard he might cry.

"i'm gonna pee myselfff," he managed to get out in between laughs.

george soon came to a stop as dream did, still wiping his face off.

"we should've made weed brownies dumbass," dream giggled.

"not my faultttt" george slurred, walking past dream to grab his phone.

"do you wanna play music?" george asked, turning towards dream who shook his head.

the boy clicked on his playlist and walked to dream.

george grabbed dreams hand dancing and fucking around making dream laugh.

"you're cute," dream giggled, grabbing george's other hand.

"ITS RAINING," george yelled pointing out the window.

"you wanna go out there?" dream laughed.

"pleaseeee dreamie," george pouted.

"k fine," dream said stumbling over the floor to grab george's hand, helping him outside.

it was pouring as george walked down the apartment stairs.

they went to the concrete area, dancing around.

"george you're in short sleeves you dumbass," dream wheezed as george shivered.

dream ripped off his hoodie, slipping the black clothing over george's head.

"but what about you?"

"it's okay," dream reassured grabbing george's hands again.

the boy smiled as he looked down at dream hands.

but it caught his eye.

"dream what are those?" george asked looked down at dreams arms.

"oh nothing it's okay," dream smiled.

george knew what it was. he stopped dream, holding up his wrist looking at the almost fresh cuts.

the brunette traced his fingers over the spots.

dream tried not to make eye contact, he was disappointed in himself.

george noticed this, as he looked up.

"it's okay," george mumbled pulling dream into an hug.

the rain washed down on the two boys  in the rain, shifting around in a dance kind of way.

as the night grew colder, george pulled dream inside.

"it's fucking cold out thereee," george laughed. 

"yea no shitttt," dream giggled aswell.

the two made their way to the bedroom, grabbing comfortable clothes out of the closet.

george ran his fingers down the glass window of the room.

the rain continued to pour down, soon revealing sounds of thunder.

"we should do something im bored,"
george whined turning to dream who what on his phone.

"we could play a board game," dream offered.

"no you're lame," george rolled his eyes making his way to the bed grabbing the remote on his way.

he clicked on the tv, catching dreams attention.

"do you like horror movies?" dream asked, turing to george.

"nooo too scary," george babied.

"we that's to bad," dream smirked snatching the remote from george's hands.

"hey that was mean give it bad you dumb bitch," george mocked.

"make me," dream smirked.

"nasty ass," george scoffed as dream flicked through the horror movie genre.

"this one looks nice," dream laughed.

"no there's a scary crusty thing on the cover," george gagged making dream wheeze.

"well we're watching it idc."

"then hold my hand," george pouted.

"fine scared baby," dream rolled his eyes connecting their hands.