DNF Oneshots (Dreamnotfound)

Pancakes

((CW: Straight up Fluff and a Little Spice near the End! Have fun!!))
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George wakes up to an empty bed, the curtains are drawn, and this causes the summer sunlight to push onto his face bringing out his half-freckled face. He groans as he gets up, a little confused to why Dream-who normally wakes him up or waits for him to get up, lovingly- wasn't in his bed, hugging him tightly as he woke.

He steps down the short staircase which leads into the living room, ignoring his need to use the bathroom to get to the kitchen so he could eat something. George is still in the living room, just passing the couch, as he hears a sigh of frustration and something scratching against a pan. The smell was terrible, something burnt.

"Ugh, why can't I fucking make pancakes." Dream is sitting over the garbage bin, scraping away at the burnt pancake with a spatula. George enters the kitchen, trying hard not to laugh at his boyfriend. He stands quietly at the entry as Dream begins to pour more pancake mix into a large mixing bowl.

Dream is facing away, still mixing harshly at the substances inside the large bowl. He must have really wanted pancakes as he got more and more frustrated with each try. He begins to pour the pancake mix into the warm, greased, pan. He waits for a bit, watching it intensely.

George walks over and wraps his arms around the blonde, tiredly. Dream jumps in the slightest but then lets out a sigh after seeing George.

"Good morning. Trying to make pancakes again?" Dream nods still focusing on the pancake in the pan. George gives him a squeeze then let's go, walking over to one of the cupboards to grab a glass.

The shorter leaned against the counter, still sipping his cold water, as he watched his boyfriend try again and again. He soon couldn't keep his laugh in anymore as he let out a chuckle. Dream faced him; an angry but playful glare is soon put onto George. He just bursts out into a harder laugh.

"Oh! You think this is just sooo, funny." Dream says sarcastically.

"Yeah, I-I do find this h-hilarious." George fits through multiple laughs.

Dream, who was pouring the dry pancake mix into the bowl for, yet another try, takes a handful and throws it onto George. "Hey! What was that for!" George retaliates, walking over to the bowl of mix to try and fight back. Dream keeps the bowl out of reach and again throws another handful of pancake mix onto George.

George's hair is now lightly dusted white, and Dream is taking his turn of laughing, grasping his stomach for air. George rolls his eyes but finally sees his chance to get back at his boyfriend. As Dream is busily laughing away, he held the bowl above him. So, George quickly reaches up, on his tippy toes, and grabs the bowl. Sure enough, all the dry mixture fell onto Dream who abruptly stopped laughing.

"Oh, you fucked up." Dream's tone was deep and intimidating, giving George shivers down his neck and back. Instantly, George takes off into the living room. Dream chases him down, weaving through the furniture. George is constantly giggling, trying his best to get away. With having not much wiggle room in the lounge, George quickly runs up the stairs, tripping on some steps as he did.

"George~" Dream cooed, following George up the staircase and into the tight hallway. He watches as George squeezes into their bedroom door, shutting it promptly after entering. He could hear giggles coming from the other side.

Dream taps on the door, "George, I'm coming in!" a muffled 'no' comes from the room. Dream only laughs as he opens the door.

George was now cornered, stuck in the room. The brunette let out a fit of nervous giggles, slowly backing up towards the bed as Dream got closer and closer.

"Dream, please!" George playfully begged; he knew what was going to happen. Dream shook his head and continued to inch closer. The smile on both their faces only fed into the childish behavior.

George fell back onto the bed and Dream leaned over him, pinning him down. Dream took a moment to admire his boyfriend beneath him. George's wide smile, his light freckles, his messy brown hair, his playful chestnut eyes, he loved it all.

Suddenly, Dream began to tickle George's sides, causing the shorter underneath him to squirm and erupt in loud laughs. "Dream! S-Stop!" he stuttered through breaths free from laughter.

Finally, after what felt like minutes of tickling to George, did Dream stop. He still had George pinned down, hands resting on either side of his shoulders. They both shared the same smile, one full of happiness and love.

After a bit, Dream lifted one of his hands onto George's jaw. They both craved for times like this, equally enjoying the sensation it gave them. George placed his hands onto Dream's waist, pulling him closer.

Dream leaned in and George connected their lips. Dream didn't stay on George's lips, he soon trailed his way down to his jaw, then his neck, leaving pink marks along George's soft skin.

George pulled Dream closer by his hips, gasping in pleasure whenever Dream would kiss a sensitive part of his neck. He didn't care if he was a flustered mess right now, the sensation of love and happiness was making him drunk, he was addicted to Dream's touch.

A few minutes pass, Dream gets off George causing the brunette to sigh, sad it had to end there.

George playfully grabs Dream's arm before he could fully get away and leave the room. Dream flashed him a look which said, 'What?' George simply pulled Dream down onto the bed ruffly, Dream falling with a huff.

"Cuddle for a bit, won't you?" George asked, not wanting Dream to leave yet. Dream sighed but didn't leave. Instead, he got more comfy on the bed, pulling George close to his chest. George let a breath escape his lips, he was full of joy. Dream even started to play with George's mess of brown hair, causing the brunette to erupt in butterflies.

After a while, Dream suddenly shoots up. "Shit! The pancakes!" George laughs as he watches his boyfriend rush out of the room and into the kitchen which smelt like burnt pancakes.

"Guess we are going out for breakfast again ." George laughs to himself.
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1088 Words

Okay, this was probably the most descriptive I've gotten into a scene like this. I really enjoyed writing it, but it's very new to me and kinda awkward for me to write lmao.

So, sorry if it's a little scattered or not as detailed as you would like lol.

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed this fluffy One Shot! Have a great rest of your day or night!!! <3