Dreamnotfound Makeout Oneshot Collection (sfw)

Burnt Cookies

A/N: This was a joint effort by QueenOfFluff and I, where she provided me with countless ideas, tips, and advice in order for me to write this, so huge shout-out to her, I'd check her out if I were you. This is technically a oneshot that stands on its own, but I'm putting it in this fic because both this and Try Not To Burst Into Flames Challenge are makeout fics lol. Hope you enjoy it lol (Also please. Do not make any extremely suggestive or sexual comments. I've noticed Wattpad has a habbit of making these kinds of jokes when not permitted. I won't hesitate to delete comments.)

“Does it say two or three eggs, Dream?” 

“Just put the whole carton on the table, just in case we need to start over.” It was a pretty slow afternoon at Dream’s house, George staying over with him for the month and a half. It was currently the beginning of the third week, and the two of them had pretty much grown used to the new shared routine, although their sleep schedules were still skewered from George still sleeping based on London’s time and Dream from having aligned his sleep schedule to match George’s. It was slowly shifting back to what would be considered normal, however, slowly but surely.

Ten minutes prior the two were seated on the couch perfectly sized for two people to sit comfortably together, close but not too close. George had mentioned something about craving cookies and Dream had suggested pulling up a recipe and making some since they had all the right ingredients, and after looking at various recipes on their phones they finally found an easy one to follow, and quickly moved into the kitchen.

“I was going to make one of those horrible egg puns, but I can’t think of any right now,” George commented, placing the styrofoam carton onto the table as Dream slapped down two bags of white powder, one being sugar and the other flour.

“Are you egging me on to make one?” Dream casually replied, a shit-eating smirk gathering on his face after George realized what Dream had just done. George squinted at him, face feigning an unamused expression, Dream mirroring his expression in a mocking manner, and there it was, forming in the air again like it’s been doing ever since the British man landed in Florida, crackling like lightning preparing to strike.

They both knew why it was happening, aware of the energy, but were actively choosing to do nothing about it. The shyness of chasing after it and the fear of the consequences it was to bring kept both of them at bay. But the past few days had been increasingly stormy, and their fear and hesitation were slowly being eroded away.

Both of them looked away at the same time and returned to the current task at hand, the charge receding. Making cookie dough. Simple enough, right?

No, not when the two of them were tasked with it. The first hurdle was the fact Dream could not find, or more accurately, did not own any vanilla extract which was needed for their cookies, which led to the second hurdle of George trying to add more sugar because of the lack of vanilla extract.

“It’s going to taste bland if we don’t add more sugar!” George tried to reason, holding onto the large bag of sugar for dear life.

“The entire dough will be thrown off if you do that, though!” Dream argued, standing in front of George with his hands outstretched, looking prepared to jolt forward and grab that sugar at any moment. “Recipes call for certain measurements for a reason!”

“Yeah, but you don’t have the vanilla!” George shot back. “Why don’t you have it? Like, every person who’s ever baked on earth has at least some!”