declan coyne goes roller skating (and almost dies)
content: kinda mean reader, early seasons declan so he’s a bit of a brat. takes place on the first date. reader was reluctant to trust him prior to the date.
“uh, no. no, i’ve never been rollerskating…” he responds, muttering as he fumbles with the straps of his rented skates. “no? i would’ve thought fancy guy like you would’ve done everything at least once.” you reply, tying your rollerblades with the grace of a renounced figure skater. “well i’m trying it now, aren’t i?” he chuckles dryly, smoothing his shirt out with his hands as he stands, trying his absolute hardest not to look like a nervous idiot. “touché.” “ah, look who’s fancy now? i didn’t know you knew french—” “oh, would you shut up?”
the moment you step onto the polished hardwood of the rink, you easily push off and glide across the smooth flooring, stepping in line with the clockwise moving of the other skaters in the packed rink. watching your effortless circling, declan steps into the rink without a second thought. once you’ve made your way to the other side of the rink, you look across to check on declan. to your pleasant surprise, he is on the floor, trying desperately to stand back up, tripping over the wheels of his skates and using his bare hands on the filthy floor to try and steady himself. you laugh under your breath, and continue gliding clockwise, not making too much of an effort to come to his safety, letting him make a bigger fool of himself as you watch. once you get to where declan is stumbling, you slow your skates, trailing your foot behind the other and twisting it to the side to drag the wheels of your skate against the floor.
“you havin’ fun?” you comment, lowering to a crouch beside him. declan groans from embarrassment, losing his balance and collapsing onto the floor. “this is mortifying.” he whines. “nah, i think you’re doing great.” you laugh. “can you just help me up?” he pleads. “what’s the magic word?” you can’t help but taunt him, kicking the man while he’s down. “please,” he scoffs. “just please help me up? i’m making a fool out of myself!” he continues. as much as you like watching him wallow and beg down there, you have to give it to him, he did what you asked. you grab his wrist and help him rise to the wheels of his skates, only for him to buckle over his feet with a yelp.
after that endeavor, you guided him off the rink and back over to the bench. he can barely get the skates off because of how overwhelmed with stress and embarrassment he is. “c’mon, declan. would you calm down?” you say with a teasing grin, sitting close next to him, your thigh pressed beside his. “that was awful.” he sulks. you take your skates off quickly. it doesn’t require much effort anymore, considering you’ve been coming to this rink for years. “that was funny. so what if you embarrassed yourself a little bit? i see someone tripping every time i come here.” you bargain. “yeah, well..” he scoffs, biting back a rude remark. “i wanted this to be an impressive first date.” he sighs. “whaaat? i’m very impressed.” you say sarcastically. “seriously, i mean.. you didn’t even hesitate to ask for help like you normally do. like most guys do. that was pretty impressive.” you mediate.
a/n: this sucks 🫰🥹 i just felt like writing for declan and this prompt seemed pretty in character, although my writing is prob sooo ooc. anyway i need to fix the degrassi x reader fic drought, there’s almost, if not literally, no fics.
