Dream Team Oneshots

Quarrel

I think that means argument. It's four in the morning and I don't want to go to the bathroom because it's cold as hell. I woke up at three in the morning so that's great. Okay, so the prompt is that Dream and George have two kids right and then George sees that his husband has been texting multiple people and saying strange things. He confronts them, they fight, Dream gets kicked out and just starts drinking cause of sadness. When Dream didn't come home that night, George grew worried. Their small children ask where Dream is and other stuff happens and all that. Dream comes home and they make up. That's a long prompt ok.

I've noticed that you all vote for the abuse stories and when they fight or omegaverse and angels and demons, way more than anything else lol. Do think I don't know what you all prefer lol. Anyway, enjoy this!

Hi, welcome this is a safe place for you to be yourself and love who you are. So I hope you have slept well, eaten enough today, staying hydrated, and getting enough time outside. This is now your happy place. If someone ever reads this, tell me how your day was. Well and another daily reminder that you are a beautiful smart little muffin and I hope you have a wonderful day/night or evening, whatever you prefer. And feel free to request if you want. But I only do fluff, because my heart can't take pain right now. /) have a nice day and stay safely hydrated.

Third-person

(i wrote the first one thousand two hundred words on my phone at like four in the morning and I am running on one hour of sleep right now). George was folding clothes because it was his turn to do laundry. George began to put clothes in the closet and drawers (this might be on the longer side). George looked to see what was buzzing. George respected Dreams privacy and personal thing, but then again he was his husband, so one look wouldn't hurt. Bad idea. George typed in his name and the phone opened. George smiled. 

"How sweet," He thought to himself, and then he clicked on the messages app (my neighbor goes to work at four in the morning and his car is very loud lol). George was the last person he texted, so basically Dream had last texted him. George scrolled down and he looked at the messages. Dream had been saying 

"Hey baby," and "Thank you, baby," to a number George didn't know. Usually, you would think, oh that's just their children and George was overreacting. Both of their kids were minors. One was two and the other was six, so neither of them had a phone or at that matter knew what a phone was. 

"Dream! Come here!" George yelled out he was beyond pissed with his husband. He was livid. George didn't get a response so he stormed down the stairs and began to look for him. He wasn't in the kitchen, which was a bit irritating considering George had asked him to make lunch. George checked the living room, a.k.a his room, because he slept here a lot when he didn't want to wake up George when he got home late from work. It was thoughtful of him, but George was too angry right now to notice or care for that. George stomped into the playroom of the two children. There sat his husband or boyfriend I really don't remember. George's heartfelt all tingly and so did his stomach when he saw the sight he saw. Dream was sat in a chair with his glasses on, reading to the two small children who were very intrigued. George was a sucker for Dream in glasses, but he ignored the urge to kiss the male. 

"What are these text messages?!?" George yelled, which made his kids and his husband jump. He felt bad, but Dream deserved to be yelled at right now.

"Huh?" Dream ask confused. He wasn't sure what George was talking about, because he had only messaged George, Verizon (I know Dream has Verizon), and some company trying to sell him weed (inspired by a company trying to sell me weed) in the past three months. 

"Who the hell is Baby with five different fucking heart emojis?!" George asked him as his voice grew louder. Dream laughed. That was the weed company. He had named it that as a joke because they kept spamming him on where to go to buy weed.