Dream SMP one shots (+ others)

.-. HE'S the figure skater, not me asshole .-.

Request: No
Mcyt: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Tubbo, Ranboo (mentions of Karl Jacobs, Quackity, Foolish Gamers, Slimecicle, Awesamdude, Badboyhalo, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade)
Type: Fluff :) a tad bit of angst but nothing aggressive
Ages: Dteam: 17 | Bench Trio: 15
AU: Irl hockey/figure skating

A/N: I've had this idea for a hot minute, and I've decided that I'm done with the hot minute so now it has come to be lmao. Hope you guys like this! I'm trying to go out of the norm with this as a lot of hockey AU's have Dream as the hockey player and George has the figure skater. I'm tired of seeing that so I'm switching it around :] Hope it's okay!! Enjoy!!!! (The fan art is as close as I could get with this story even though they're the other way around lol)

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*third person*
Dream - nicknamed by friends - woke up with a yawn and weak stretch, slapping his alarm clock. He hated waking up to the annoying beeping every morning.

He begrudgingly got up, stretching once more just to hear the satisfying sounds of his back and knees cracking. It was probably his favorite part of standing up in the morning.

When he got downstairs, he had seen that his mom had already lovingly made his breakfast for him. It consisted of french toast, syrup and orange juice - his favorite. He looked over and smiled a his mom - who was still in the kitchen making his lunch.

"Thank you, mom." He said as he sat down. She was truly too nice to him. Okay, sure she's his mother and that's just what mom's do, but it still felt too nice.

"Of course, sweetheart," She replied back, holding his lunch up. "This will be on the counter for you to take later, alright? I have to get ready- oh and remember! Sapnap is picking you up after school for hockey!"

He nodded as his mom talked, half listening to her, half focusing on not getting the sticky syrup on himself after every bite he took. He froze at the last half of what she had said.

"Sapnap is picking you up after school for hockey!"

He sighed and muttered a quiet 'okay mom' before squeezing his eyes shut in habit when she kissed the top of his head. He felt a punch of disappointment when she shut her bedroom door to do whatever she had to do to get ready for work.

You see, Dream never told his mom that he wasn't even in hockey. He wasn't on his school's hockey team.

What he was on, was the school's figure skating team.

No biggie right? Wrong.

He knew his mother would be upset if she found out her son was on the figure skating team. She always told him to be in hockey when he could, as it was masculine and what his dad and family would want.

But Dream didn't care what his family wanted. He didn't care that he was the first man in five generations of his family to not join and be successful in the field of hockey.

From the moment he laid his eyes on figure skating on the TV, he knew what he wanted to do.

He loved how they glided across the ice so effortlessly, jumping and landing as if it was simply walking down an empty hotel hallway. It was satisfying and interesting, and he wanted to do it.

So, he told his mother one day that there were hockey try-outs for his school. Of course, when she learned this news she went and told everyone else in Dream's family. They were ecstatic to see him play in tournaments and skate aggressively and score in the net.

They weren't going to get scores in the nets, or rough pads against his skin or a puck being slap shot into the net.

They would get elegant jumps, quick spins in the air and soft strides across the ice.