a/n: This is the second part to a oneshot I wrote back in November of 2022. This is second part to "He's the figure skater, not me asshole." My last edit to this sequel was 07/07/23 at 1:15am.

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Request: No
Mcyt: Dream, George, Sapnap
Type: Fluff :) smidge of angst
Ages: Dteam: 17 | Bench Trio: 15
AU: Irl hockey/figure skating

A/N: IM WRITING THIS ON FOOLISH'S BDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU LOVELY LITTLE SHARK <3 he's seriously one of my favourite people ever. he's such a light in my - and others - lives. he's changed me for the better with that dumb little laugh of his lol <3 /pos anyways, enjoy figuring skating part two!!

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*third person*
It had been weeks since the incident in the hallway with Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo. Both Dream and George hadn't talked to or seen Tommy since - which was honestly just a good thing for the whole school and not just them.

The school was finally silent. No one could tell if they liked the silence or found it unsettling.

Just liked Dream promised, he let Tubbo and Ranboo watch him practice. He couldn't help but smile widely once he was done because they wouldn't stop praising him on how cool he was with what he was doing and how talented he was.

He felt accepted. Truly accepted.

I mean, George and Sapnap - and all their other friends - were extremely accepting already and promised him that they would never tell his parents about the figure skating. They didn't, and that's how he knew they were true people and loyal.

Their acceptance was enough to make him continue going on - but having acceptance from people outside of his main friend group? It was different acceptance.

It was nice nonetheless, and he felt fortunate to be surrounded by people like this.

The one thing that wasn't nice, and still was a weight on his shoulders, was telling his family.

They still didn't know. They didn't know because he wouldn't tell them - no matter how many times his friends told him that they would be right by him if anything went wrong, he still never did.

Five generations - five! - and he was the first one to not go into hockey and he just like his dad, and his dad's dad and so far back.

He wouldn't tell them. He couldn't. It would be disappointed glares, scoffs, eye rolls and he definitely wouldn't be allowed back into figure skating.

He would be forced to be a hockey boy.

But sometimes life doesn't go your way.

*it's time bitches!!*

Dream walked to school with George, meeting Sapnap at the front gates like they always did. Conversation immediately spiked higher.

They hadn't had any arguments like the one they had a few weeks ago with George's hockey secret. Everything was smooth again, just like that had never happened.

They talked about their grades, what teachers they hated and liked, practices at the rink - those had only gotten more fun now that all three of them could hang out in the same rink for an hour - and whatever else came to mind.

"And- and when Quackity fell! He tried so hard to do that spin I-" Dream couldn't finish his sentence as he recalled the memory as his laugh took over. His laugh triggered his two friends to laugh and soon they looked borderline insane as they laughed through the hallways.

Of course, they didn't care. They had one another and if others thought they were being too loud, that's a them problem.

The three made it to class with more giggling and silly comments as usual, and they sat down next to one another in their normal spot.

They got to their first class a bit early so they could have time to do whatever they wanted. As Sapnap and George kept talking, Dream's phone buzzed.

It was his mom.

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mama wastaken

We're talking when you get home.
Your dad and I have something to ask you.

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Although the texts were super vague, and could literally be about anything - like his grades maybe - he still couldn't help but be nervous. It wouldn't make sense to be about his grade either as they were all over eighty percent.

Sapnap noticed his silence. "You alright?"

"Uh- y-yeah don't worry about it. Just my mom, that's all." He lied terribly.

George scoffed. "Just your mom?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm, "You look like someone just texted you that you have a secret son from a fling. What's up?"

Dream rolled his eyes at George's ridiculous comparison. Fling? They're sophomores and he hasn't even had his first kiss yet.

"She just told me we're gonna talk when I get home and that she and Dad have something to ask me about."

"Maybe your grades?" Sapnap suggested with a shrug.

The blonde shook his head, "No," He looked at his phone again like he was expecting it to light up. "All my grades are good. I'd only get a text about them if they were below sixty-five percent. They're over eighty."

The other two were at a loss of words. There was an unspoken idea that was floating around their heads.

'It's about the figure skating.'

Dream hoped the day would go by slowly.

time skip to after school :D

The day was anything but slow for Dream.

Even his classes he isn't very good at, like physics, went by fast. It was good that it was fast, but it only meant that whatever his parents had to tell him was rapidly approaching.

He knew that the pit in his stomach meant that it was probably about figure skating. He didn't even know how they found out about it! His bag wasn't out, he didn't talk about it - nothing!

The only way he could find out how was by going home and letting them talk.

The second he unlocked the front door after walking home, he immediately heard his mom calling more him to come and see them in the living room after he put his bag away.

The pit only grew. He felt like he was going to throw up at any second.

Physics class was better than this, he decided.

As he entered the living room, he saw his mom and dad, both deadpanned staring at the entrance in which he was standing in.

His eyes flickered down to the coffee table and his breath hitched. Panic set in.

His figure skating bag was sitting right there. In front of them.

They found it.

"Your mother and I were looking for your report card in your room," His dad started explaining. He couldn't find it in him to fully listen.

They were going to be so disappointed.

"And we found this in your closet. What exactly is it, Dream?" His father said, lightly nudging the bag towards him more.

He had never heard his father's voice so dark and deep and..scary? Was he scared?

Probably.

His worst nightmare was coming true and he honestly wanted to throw up or run away. Or both. He could run to George's..

"Dream?" His mother cut through his thoughts. "Where is it from? What is this bag for?"

Dream cleared his throat. He might as well come clean, then suffer the consequences afterwards. It's the only way to go about this situation.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out for a few seconds. "It's my..my skating bag.." He indirectly answered.

He mother lightly scoffed. "Your hockey bag is at Sapnap's, Dream. Just tell us-"

"Fine!" He shouted, regretting it but continuing regardless.

"It's my figuring skating bag! I'm not in hockey, Mom. I never joined it, I never will and I don't want to! It's for figure skating!" He shouted, tears pricking his eyes and quickly dripping down his freckled cheeks.

It was quiet. There was no words, only Dream's rapid breathing from shouting and crying at the same time.

His parents were silent. He knew they'd be silent.

They had set up a perfect little life they wanted their son to live to continue a family sport and make the generation of men longer.

He just had to go and fuck that life up and be something they don't want him to be.

His father scoffed. "Figure skating? There's no way you joined that stupid little girl sport, Dream. You're in hockey, surely!" He said, clearly in denial about what his son had just said.

Dream stood still, feeling confident. "No, Dad, I'm not in hockey. I lied when I said I joined it. I'm not a hockey boy, Dad. I'm sorry.."