(Hiiiiii, been a hot minute! My new friendo was recommending me some DNF Fics, and it really put me in a DNF mood so :] )

(Edit: this was being written before the last oneshot, but I just finished it last night so. Hence the author's note beforehand)

          "dREAM!-" George shouted as Dream wrapped his arms tightly around the male's voice from behind, lifting him up into the air. Dream couldn't hold in his giggling as George pulled his legs up, squirming slightly. "You're gonna drop me, you idiot! Put me down!" he shouted, not being able to hide the bright smile on his face. "If you stop moving, I won't!" Dream protested, twirling around in a circle with George in his arms. He then stumbled, George letting out a slight scream as Dream quickly leaned forward, setting the Brit down. George was laughing uncontrollably as he hunched over, hands resting on Dream's arms. Dream pulled George back, leaning closer to places firm kisses against his cheek. George blushed at this, trying to pry Dream's hands from his waist as he did his best to pull away. "Stohohohooop!!!" He demanded, flustered as Dream buried his face in the crook of George's neck. "Georgiiiiiiiie," Dream playfully whined, George struggling to hold in his snickers as his pale face turned bright red. "Don't 'Georgie' me," he responded, Dream resting his chin on George's shoulder as he looked at him. "Why you bully me?" Dream pouted, George looking back at him. Their noses barely touched, causing George's heart to jerk. He let out a struggled chuckle, pinching Dream's cheek. "Because your dumb face makes it hard to NOT bully you," George remarked, Dream scoffing. "You forgot sexy," he said in mock offense, George rolling his eyes as he leg out a giggle. He pushed Dream's face away, wriggling pit of his embrace. "You're such an idiot," he giggled, walking away. "Wh– oh c'mon, no kiss?" Dream asked, following after George. "Mmmmm, no I don't think I will," George hummed, sneaking his way into the kitchen.
         "Georgiiiiiiiiiieeee!!!" Dream whined, following him into the kitchen. He saw as George pulled his tub of ice cream out of the freezer before sitting on the counter, grin being on his face as he pulled at the lid. He looked down at the ground as the lid popped off. "Did you hear something, Patches?" He asked with a slight giggle, his boyfriend's feline giving a chirp of confusion at the sound of her name. She tilted her head slightly at George. "No? Thought I heard something," George continued, poking at his frozen treat with his spoon. Dream narrowed his eyes, making his way over to his boyfriend. "Yeah?" He asked, standing in front of George and resting his hands on either side of him on the counter. George's grin only widened as he took a bite of his ice cream. He couldn't help but begin to laugh, setting his spoon in the ice cream container and setting it off to the side. He then looked Dream in the eyes, smiling widely in amusement. He raised his arms, drapping them loosely on Dream's shoulders. "Does this mean you can hear me now?" Dream asked, smirking as he leaned in and softly pressed his lips against George's.
          "I don't know what you're talking about," George mumbled against Dream's lips, wrapping his arms around Dream's neck and pulling himself a bit closer. Dream lifted his hands from the counter, holding George's waist as their heads tilted. Dream could feel as George smiled softly in their kiss, the Brit loosely tangling his hand in Dream's dirty blonde locks. Dream then began to pepper his kisses down George's jaw and to his neck, continuing to place his sweet pecks on him. George tensed, giggling at how it tickled. Dream felt his heart melt at his giggles, his face turning a faint shade of pink. He stopped pecking George's neck, pulling back to look at him. George smiled, Dream's legs falling weak. He breathed, leaning in again. "You're so fucking perfect," he whispered as he lightly pecked George's lips, earning another giggle from the Brit.
          "Can you not in front of Patches?" A voice asked, causing both of the male's to jump and quickly look over. Karl stood in the doorway, holding a white Monster and a gas station bag. SapNap then walked over, also holding a bag and a Monster. He narrowed his eyes. "Why the fuck were you eating my ice cream?"