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Final Breath

no words, just MacKinnon brainrot

tagging: @maximoffweasley @blood-sweat-and-100-bears

Nate and Y/N had been friends since elementary school. She was the first one he called when he had good news, the last one he would talk to at the end of the night. He loved having her around and she made his life easier. But perfection doesn’t last forever, at least not in the way that was originally planned. Change was always bound to happen.

Y/N cheered as the final buzzer sounded, watching her best friend win their last game in regulation. Looking around the arena, her smile faded when she saw what was unfolding a few seats away from her. Nate’s new girlfriend was pressed up against another guy, oblivious to the achievement that was unfolding on the ice. The achievement of her supposed boyfriend. Y/N knew she had no right to be involved in that business, but it didn’t mean that she had to stand around and watch while it unfolded. She heaved a sigh and started towards the exit.

Nate cheered with Mikko and Cale on the ice, glancing towards the stands, his grin faltering for a moment as he saw Y/N leaving the arena before he even had a chance to talk to her. His best friend walking out on one of his greatest achievements.

“Honestly,” he stormed down the hallway, “is it too much to ask for you to be happy for me? Me and my team just clinched a playoff spot and you’re more worried about how my girlfriend acts.”

Pursuing him down the hall, Y/N continued to press, “she’s using you, Nate why can’t you see that?” she begged.

“At least she treats me like I’m somebody,” he bit back.

“But would she love you if you were nobody?”

He ran a hand over his face, “nobody loved me when I was nobody,” he shook his head.

“I did!” she shouted in response to his raised voice. The words echoed through the hall, weight bearing down on each of them, “I did,” she repeated quietly, Quickly wiping away tears that threatened to fall.

Nate stared at her, the one who was with him through every up and down, his first prom date, his best friend, and suddenly guilt washed over him, “Y/N…”

“I should go,” she snapped, “congratulations, Nathan.” Turning on her heel, walking back out the way they came.

There was some sick satisfaction within her of seeing the Avalanche make their first round exit. It might be a bitter thought, but it was enough to satisfy the way they left things a few weeks ago.

She looked at the pictures on the wall of the two of them, she hadn’t told any of their friends or family that things had all gone to shit with them. She knew that they all would react poorly, especially Sid who would try and fix things between the two of them. But the more she thought about it the more she spiraled. Sid wouldn’t fix things if Nate didn’t want it. Nate’s family wouldn’t care that she and him were no longer friends. They wouldn’t care, because Nate didn’t care. He had made that abundantly clear.

That thought set her resolve, if Nate didn’t care, why should she?

“You have to talk to him,” Sidney pressed from the doorway of her classroom.

“Hello, hi, how are you?” she retorted, looking up from the tests she was grading, “how the hell did you get in here?”

“Front office,” he gestured towards the entrance to the school, “and it’s after hours. You’re here way late.”

“Because I’m busy,” she gestured to the disarray of her room, “school didn’t shut down just because Cole Harbour’s finest got eliminated,” she bit back. It might have been a low blow, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Nothing good was to come from Sidney showing up here.

“Y/N…”

“I don’t need to talk to him,” she stood up to clean up the workstations from the day. “He made that abundantly clear in Colorado,” she put the supply buckets back on the shelf, ignoring Sid’s gaze.

“Will you please tell me what happened?”

“Nathan didn’t?” she turned to face him, “don’t pretend you’re here because you care about me and don’t act like he asked you to come,” she added quickly.

“We’re friends, of course I care about you,” Sidney countered as he stared at her in confusion.

“You’re Nate’s friend. The only reason you’re here is because of him. If he can’t be bothered to face me himself, I definitely don’t need it from you,” she snapped.

Sid sighed and stared at her, “will you tell me what happened?”

She looked at him and shook her head, “I made something out of nothing, and that’s all that needs to be said. If he didn’t tell you then that really shows what he thinks,” she leaned against her cabinet and rubbed her face.

“Y/N…”

“Just go, Sidney. You can’t fix everything, and I have a lot of work to do.”

Y/N was close to blocking almost everyone in her contacts, players and family friends alike. Nate had taken it upon himself to open his big mouth and now his friends wouldn’t stop hounding her. She had long since put her phone on a focus setting, so she could set about cleaning his stuff out from her home. Years of memories being packed away in boxes, so she could forget all the time she wasted on a friendship she never would have thought she’d outgrow.

She laid down and puffed out a breath, staring at a picture of the both of them, just little kids on the playground of the very same school she taught at. She wasn’t kidding anyone. She didn’t outgrow the friendship. If she did, it wouldn’t feel like she was ripping part of herself in two by putting all of this stuff away. But Nate drew the line in the sand, he outgrew her. As far as she knew, Y/N was nothing to the big hockey star Nathan Mackinnon.

A loud knock on the door drew her out of the sleep she didn’t know she fell into. Swinging onto her feet, she swore as glass shattered, the old frame falling from the couch to the floor. Reaching for the shattered pieces, another sharp rap on her front door had her cutting her hand open due to her surprise. She bit her lip and reached for one of the shirts in the box to wrap around her hand as she went to answer the door.

Swinging it open, she drew back, the smell of alcohol and spring rain hitting her nose.

“We need to talk,” Nate insisted.

“You’re drunk,” she sneered in response, moving to shut the door, which he caught with surprising agility in his current state.

“You’ve been ignoring me.”

“So what if I have? It’s not like you would have noticed had Sid not pointed it out.”

“Who do you think pointed it out to Sid?” he threw back, the familiar lisp resurfacing, as it so often did while he was under the influence.

“Go home, Nathan, there’s nothing here,” she insisted.

“I’m not leaving! I said we needed to talk,” he continued to press.

“Leave or I'll call the cops.”

“You won’t do that,” he called her bluff.

She scoffed and shook her head, “because how dare I ruin the golden boy’s reputation, right? Or how dare I be concerned for my best friend’s interests after seeing his girlfriend pressed up against another guy on one of the biggest nights of his life. How dare I?”

“That’s what I’m here to talk to you about,” he inched closer to her.

“No,” she backed away from him, “you’re here because I told Sidney he couldn’t fix it and all your ‘boys’ couldn’t fix it and you’re tired of hearing about it. But guess what? I’m tired too! I’m tired of fighting for a friendship that obviously is way past its expiration date. I’m tired of pretending that I didn’t say what I said or that I didn’t mean it. Because I did, but what difference did that make? Congratulations, you found someone as shallow as you are now. I hope you have a fantastic life together knowing nothing more than your star sign compatibility. Now, go home.”

“You’re my home,” he pressed the door open wider and she fell back on the retreat. The breath punched from his lungs as he saw the boxes. “What are you doing?”

“I was going to drop it off at Graham and Kathy’s once I was done,” she found sudden interest in the ground around her.

“That’s-”

“All of it,” she finished his unspoken sentence. “I figured you mom and dad would want your clothes, the pictures, your Avs stuff back,” she swallowed.

“Y/N, I gave this stuff to you, and even if you were to give them back, why not just give them to me?”

“Because Nathan MacKinnon doesn’t need to be bothered by a nobody,” she replied.

A dry laugh sounded from him, “that’s what started all of this? That conversation after the game?”

Rage washed over her and she started on the attack, “get out,” she leered, “you don’t get to make fun of me. I tried to look out for you and lock away my feelings because I knew that you would never spare me a passing glance. That I was just the way to capture the hearts of many. ‘Oh look, there’s Nathan MacKinnon and his hometown best friend.’ ‘Isn’t it just so sweet that Nate has a friend to remind him where he comes from?’ Not even noticing that somewhere along the way it stopped being fun for me. I got the dirty looks, the reminders that no matter how many events you dragged me to that I was never your first choice.

I’ve never been your first choice, never even been your second. So you don’t get to sit here and laugh at me because I admitted my feelings when you’ve bottled yours up about everyone for years. Spare me the bullshit about how I’m your home and get the fuck out,” she seethed venomously.

“God damnit, Y/N will you just listen to me for once!?” he shouted at her.

Hearing Nate shout was not unusual, but it was never directed at her. She stopped pushing him towards the door and stepped back, staring at him blankly.

“You walked away before I could respond that day. If you would have let me, I would have told you that you made me realize that I have been the biggest idiot there ever was. You made me realize I am the biggest idiot to walk the face of the planet. I missed the best thing in my life that was right in front of me, because I was too scared to change it. Afraid that I would mess up the only consistent thing in my life besides hockey.

Y/N, I am so sorry to have made you think that I didn’t care about you or that you were a nobody. Truth of the matter is, you are the best person in my life and I wish I would have told you sooner,” he admitted to her, each thought bringing him closer, bridging the gap between them. “Please understand that,” he cupped her cheek, leaning into her space.

She broke away and looked down, “you’re drunk…”

“Y/N-”

“We can’t,” she interrupted, “you’re drunk and you won’t remember this tomorrow and that will make everything worse. I can’t- I can’t do this right now.” She pushed away from him. “Your shit is in the boxes, stay here, call an Uber, call Sid, I don’t care, just-,” she cut herself off and went to her room, struggling to catch her breath.

The sun rose too soon after her encounter with Nathan and the world felt just as hollow as it was the night before when she went to bed. Dragging herself up, she checked the guest bedroom and couldn’t tell if she was glad or disappointed at finding it empty.

The crushing weight of being right settled on her chest as she wiped sleep from her eyes and headed to the kitchen. She knew Nate showing up was too good to be true. It almost felt like some sick dream her mind created to torment her with the knowledge that he would never say anything like that to her.

“There’s fresh coffee in the pot,” a familiar voice called, causing her to nearly drop the mug she held.

She let out a shaky breath, quickly turning to hide her face as he approached, “couldn’t find a ride?” she asked as casually as she could.

“Didn’t want one,” he replied evenly.

She nodded and poured herself a cup, avoiding his gaze.

“I assume the glass I cleaned up has to do with the cut on your hand…”

“Nate-”

“No,” he shook his head, “you’re going to listen this time.” Her mouth snapped closed as she finally looked at him. “Y/N everything you said last night was absolutely correct. But, I didn’t lie to you last night either. You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. I was just too stupid enough not to see it until you walked away. I really am sorry, but I also hope I haven’t lost you because it took me so long to realize it. I was selfish and inconsiderate. I let so much get to me that I never stopped and checked on you. You’ve always been strong, but that doesn’t mean you're not allowed weakness. And I never let you show that with me.

Watching you walk away after you finally admitted what I hoped for years you felt for me, it was like the time after that I was living in a bad dream. I realize I have no reason to ask you to forgive me, or to even ask you to talk to me again, but I wasn’t making fun of you. I was just surprised that someone like you could love someone like me.”

“Someone like you?” she asked in a quiet voice

“The shallow golden boy who can’t see past the end of his obnoxiously large nose…”

A small laugh passed her lips, “I didn’t say the last part,” she murmured.

“That might have been a self-inflicted wound there,” he offered a sheepish grin. “Y/N you have to believe me,” he shook his head slightly, blue eyes shining with unshed tears.

Swallowing hard she nodded, “I do believe you,” she agreed.

He released a breath that sounded like it had been held as a slow smile spread across his face, “really?”

“Really,” she repeated back in the affirmative, “just one thing…”

“Anything,” he stepped closer to her.

“Never send ‘Fix-It Crosby’ to try and fix your mistakes again,” she cupped his cheeks as he laughed softly.

“No more middle man,” he agreed, returning her gesture, “just me fixing my mistakes.”

“Plan on making a few more, MacKinnon?” she teased

“Not with you, if I can help it…I’ve made too many of those already,” he murmured, “and I’m going to fix one of your mistakes.”

“Mine?” she arched a brow at him. “What did I-”

Nate silenced her by pressing his lips against hers. Responding in kind, Y/N pushed her fingers through his hair, reveling in the sparks flying through her body. He hummed against her lips, pressing closer.

When they finally pulled apart, he nudged her nose with his as he rested his forehead against hers, “I meant it, you know?”

“Meant what?” she asked quietly.

He smiled, “you are my home, always have been and always will be.”

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swissboyhisch · 9 days

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So ngl I've been procrastinating a lot and I've seen a bunch of those likes motivation posts and stuff and even though my blog ain't that popular, thought I'd try. Pls help me @totally-peacock-i-swear

At 25 notes, I'll start completing my math homework the day it's assigned (we get one everyday but they're due on Wednesdays)

At 50 notes, I'll draw in my sketchbook at least once a week (rn it's like once a month)

At 100 notes, I'll start working with my watercolor pencils and charcoal pencils (mostly supplies I hardly use, especially paints)

At 200 notes, I'll experiment with different art styles (realism, minimal, etc)

At 500 notes, I'll clean my room.

At 1,000 notes, I'll finish reading The Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan (I abandoned it like 4-5 years ago)

At 1,500 notes, I'll CLEAN my room (and maybe closet)

At 2,000 notes, I'll write to chapter 10 in my book (25 if this gets over 25,000 (get it, 25k for chapter 25))

At 5,000 notes, I'll read 10 pages+ of whatever book I'm reading before going to bed (instead of watching yt, idk why this isn't in here sooner but oh well)

At 10,000 notes, I'll clean my OLD room!! (Basically I just took what I wanted for my new room and left the other one as a wasteland)

At 15,000 notes, I'll start a YouTube channel for all the videos I've wanted to do (mostly gameplay or bloxburg building, even featuring my voice, idk I've just been thinking it'd be cool to do that, recently)

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swissboyhisch · 11 days

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GREEN, YELLOW, RED — luke hughes

SUMMARY! in which the reader (who has been been talking to luke) shows up to a traffic light themed party at UMich wearing green (green = single, yellow = talking stage / it’s complicated, red = taken) and he shows up wearing red

INVOLVED! luke x reader

WARNINGS!

BEFORE YOU START! i don’t know how the hughes act irl! this is just an imagination!

extra!

find my masterlist → here!

“Haven’t you been talking to Luke for like almost a year now?” Your roommate asked, as you were deciding between which green top to wear.

“Yeah, so what,” you said, absentmindedly, making a decision to pick the lacy green top over the knitted one.

“You don’t want to wear yellow or maybe red?”

“Well, Luke and I are only talking and I don’t think it’s that serious so might as well have fun tonight,” you muttered, putting on your black chunky boots on. “I’ll bet that he shows up wearing green tonight too.”

You and your roommate called an Uber and made your way to the house where the frat was throwing tonight. You were already one drink in, just because you had a rule with drinking at frats.

The party was already going when the two of you arrived and you headed into the house to say your hellos. You smiled at a few people on the way up the driveway and as you walked in, your nose scrunched due to the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies.

Not even five minutes later, you were approached by one of the players on the football team who was also wearing green and the two of you started making friendly conversation.

You guys talked about the basics– major, year, and all that stuff.

“So what’s your major?” He asked.

You leaned in closer to hear him over the thumping music.

“Pharmacy, you?”

“I’m pre-med,” he said, smiling down at you.

“So you not only you’re smart, you’re athletic too,” you said, flirting back.

“You’re smart as hell, too,” he said back. “Wanna go outside?”

You nodded as you followed him to the back patio where there was barely anyone out there. You stood where your line of vision was towards the inside of the house, clearly visible to the people inside.

The two of you chatted before you felt the brisk air engulf you and shivers ran down your spine. He clearly noticed and led you back inside where the door opened and walked in a few hockey guys. You held your breath as the boys made their way in, Luke being the last to entered.

Your jaw dropped in surprise when you saw him wearing red.

There was no way the guy you had been talking to for almost a year was in a relationship.

You excused yourself from the conversation and made your way to where your roommate was, whispering in her ear that you were going to call an Uber and head back to your apartment and call it a night.

You smiled at a few hockey boys, passing them as you headed to leave.

“Hey, y/n,” you heard from behind you.

You turned around and saw the football player you had been talking to moments before.

“If you wanna go study sometime and complain about how hard our classes are, just shoot me a text,” he said, being friendly, connecting your phones together– airdropping your contact to him.

“I definitely take you up on that offer. Nice meeting ya. I’ll see you tomorrow for P-Chem,” you said cheerfully, glad that you made a new friend tonight.

You pulled your phone to call an Uber and before you could, you could feel someone standing in front of you.

“What’s u–,” you started, stopping when you saw who was standing in front of you.

Luke.

“Oh, hi,” you said, acting indifferent.

“Why are you wearing green?” He asked you, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone? Don’t you think how I look now. Talking to a guy who had a girlfriend the whole time. I look so fucking stupid and you’re a fucking idiot. I can’t believe you Luke.”

“What are you talking about, y/n?” Luke asked, looking confused.

“You’re wearing red, idiot,” you said, taking a jab at his chest. “I’m going to go home and you are not going to talk to me ever again,” you said, getting ready to take off.

“Y/n, let me explain,” you heard from behind you, chasing after you.

“Explain what? Explain to your girlfriend that you cheated on her you motherfucker. We’ve been sleeping together, talking to each other for almost a fucking year. Didn’t even have the decency to tell me you had a girlfriend.”

“I don’t have another girlfriend,” Luke blurted out.

“Then why are you wearing red? Didn’t get the memo or something?”

“I thought that we were seeing each other and no one else,” Luke tried explaining. “And I equated that to us being together. I thought you were going to wear yellow at the very least,” he said, disappointed. “Are you seeing anyone else? Is that why you’re wearing green?”

You could feel your head spinning.

He didn’t have a another girlfriend. Another? Did he consider you his girlfriend?.

“Luke you never asked me out. How was I supposed to know that we are together?” You questioned, glaring at him.

“You’re telling me that me not coming to your apartment at least three times a week after practice bringing you food, me sleeping over all the time, me inviting you to literally everything I do– all the small errands I need to run is us still talking?”

“To me, it is,” you responded back. “Guys always do that kind of shit where they act like boyfriends and then when you bring it up, they act all defensive and say that you are acting crazy for even assuming that. I’ve just stopped assuming because of that.”

“Y/n. You’re the only girl I’ve liked like this. I’m sorry I fucked up like this. I’m sorry that I didn’t communicate my feelings towards you. In my eyes, you’re my girlfriend,” Luke said, approaching you, his face littered in apologies.

You gave him a small smile. “And to answer your question, I’m not seeing anyone else. I haven’t been since we started talking,” you said, shugging your shoulders.

“Still wanna go to your apartment?”

“Yes, please,” you said, following Luke to his car.

He opened the door for you and you smiled like an idiot.

“I’m sorry for calling you an idiot by the way,” you said. “I didn’t mean it.”

“It;s okay. I was an idiot,” Luke said, driving to your apartment, stopping by a Taco place that closed late.

“What do you want to get?” He asked you, stepping out of the car to go get some food.

“The usual, pleaseeee,” you begged.

After Luke had the tacos and your favorite agua fresca flavor, the two of you headed to the apartment where he followed you inside. You guys made your way into the living room where Luke placed the food on the coffee table and you went into your room to change into some comfy clothes and take off your makeup and contacts.

You grabbed one of Luke’s hockey hoodies and some sweatpants before coming into your bathroom. You took your contacts out and Luke followed you into the bathroom.

“Let me,” he said, grabbing the micellar water and washcloth from your hand.

He lifted you so that you sat on the bathroom counter and he placed himself between your legs.

“Close your eyes, baby,” he said, giving you a small kiss on the lips before shaking the micellar water and putting it on the washcloth.

He gently started rubbing your face with the washcloth until your face was makeup free. He rinsed out the washcloth before hanging it up to dry.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said, giving you one more final kiss on the cheek before lifting you and placing you back on the ground.

“Thanks, Luke,” you said, fiddling with your hoodie strings.

“I’m just gonna change first before we eat,” Luke said, staying in your bedroom as you ventured onto the couch, grabbing the blanket.

You made yourself comfy before putting on a Criminal Minds episode to watch.

“You left your glasses on your nightstand,” Luke said, coming to sit besides you, handing you your glasses.

You put them on and he smiled at you.

“What are you smiling at?”

“Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend, huh,” you questioned.

“You’re my girlfriend and I’m your boyfriend,” Luke said, pulling you into his lap. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

He started playing with your hair as you started chowing down on your tacos. Before you knew it, the tacos were done and you were falling asleep to Luke playing with your hair, occasionally kissing the top of your head.

The last thing you remember was Luke bringing you to your bed and tucking you in, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

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swissboyhisch · 15 days

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since hes dead now i wanna know what yall think

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swissboyhisch · 17 days

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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swissboyhisch · 18 days

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It's Me lol

The poll I shared the other day is from a new blog I've started but it's not getting as much traction as I thought it would. So, I am going to post it to here as well.

I'm thinking of creating a writing discord server. Whether its original stories or fan fic writing. A ship or an oc story. A place where you can find other people who shares your interests in fandoms and writing. Maybe you'd be able to find a beta reader, or someone who is happy to help edit your story. Even to ask people questions about the world it takes place in. A place for everyone to encourage and motivate each other to reaching goals.

I'd love it if you answered the pole below and reblog it with things you'd love to see in a writing server.

I'd love for this to get as much traction as it could. Reblog, send to your friends you'd think would love this idea.

Imma tags some of my favourites :)

@mp0625 @cellythefloshie @offside-the-lines @wyattjohnston @astars-things

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swissboyhisch · 18 days

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It's Me lol

The poll I shared the other day is from a new blog I've started but it's not getting as much traction as I thought it would. So, I am going to post it to here as well.

I'd love it if you answered the pole below and reblog it with things you'd love to see in a writing server.

I'd love for this to get as much traction as it could. Reblog, send to your friends you'd think would love this idea.

Imma tags some of my favourites :)

@mp0625 @cellythefloshie @offside-the-lines @wyattjohnston @astars-things

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swissboyhisch · 19 days

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One of my Aussie babies 🥰

emotional support 4th liner

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swissboyhisch · 21 days

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It's Me lol

The poll I shared the other day is from a new blog I've started but it's not getting as much traction as I thought it would. So, I am going to post it to here as well.

I'd love it if you answered the pole below and reblog it with things you'd love to see in a writing server.

I'd love for this to get as much traction as it could. Reblog, send to your friends you'd think would love this idea.

Imma tags some of my favourites :)

@mp0625 @cellythefloshie @offside-the-lines @wyattjohnston @astars-things

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swissboyhisch · 22 days

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It's Me lol

The poll I shared the other day is from a new blog I've started but it's not getting as much traction as I thought it would. So, I am going to post it to here as well.

I'd love it if you answered the pole below and reblog it with things you'd love to see in a writing server.

I'd love for this to get as much traction as it could. Reblog, send to your friends you'd think would love this idea.

Imma tags some of my favourites :)

@mp0625 @cellythefloshie @offside-the-lines @wyattjohnston @astars-things

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swissboyhisch · 23 days

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Ice Skating | Juraj Slafkovský

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four times you go ice skating with Juraj and the one time you actually fall

Four

“Will you please tell me where we’re going?” you beg the young Slovak as he covers your eyes, weaving in and out of the crowd and leading you closer to your unknown destination.

“We’re almost there,” he promises and you roll your eyes but smile while he continues to lead you.

“Ready?” he asks, stopping the two of you and leaning close so you can hear him. You nod and when Juraj finally drops his hands, you can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips.

You stand at the edge of Rockefeller Center, the rink lit up by Christmas lights, a gorgeously decorated tree acting as a backdrop to the whole scene. You watch as families skate together, couples holding hands and exchanging soft lovelorn looks at each other. You turn to Juraj and he smiles sheepishly at you.

“Are we ice skating?” you ask, the location finally truly dawning on you.

“Uhm, yes?” he answers unsure.

“If I slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault,” you say, holding up an accusing finger towards your best friend.

“I’ve got you princezná. I won’t let you fall.”

Juraj leads you over to the counter and rents two pairs of skates. You grab a seat at the bench and Juraj laces his skates up. You pull yours on as well, attempting to pull the laces tight but ultimately failing. Juraj watches with soft heart filled eyes, adoration clear in his features.

“moja láska,” he murmurs and your eyes flicker over to him. “Do you need help?”

You nod shyly and Juraj smiles widely, bending down in front of you on one knee and pulling the laces tight. His hands work on their own accord, his mind wandering to a scene where he’s on one knee for a different reason, asking you a question and praying you say yes.

“Juraj?” you ask, waving a hand in front of his face and watching as he snaps himself out of the trance he’s in.

“All done,” he smiles, standing and offering his hand to you.

You take it, instantly wobbling awkwardly on the skates and the both of you share a shy smile. Juraj helps you over to the entrance of the rink and steps in with ease. He takes both your hands and helps you onto the rink where you look at him with fear filled eyes.

“I got you princezná,” he reminds you and you smile nervously.

You take a step and your heart flips, the unfamiliar territory scaring you more than it should. Juraj skates backwards with ease and you can’t help but admire the way he glides on the ice.

With your focus on him, you’re able to calm down and look around you at the New York City skyline. Your face lights up as you look at the perfectly decorated tree, the couples and families skating around you with smiles on their faces and laughter filling the air.

Juraj can’t help but think you look utterly ethereal.

“Think you can loosen your grip now?” Juraj jokes and when you look back towards him the glint in his eye makes your heart race.

Three

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Juraj asks, putting away the last dish and turning towards you.

“Not that I can think of. Why?”

“It’s family skate at the rink tomorrow and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?”

Juraj’s question shocks you a bit. Family skate was usually the guys who are married and those with kids, sometimes the guys with their girlfriends or the guys just coming to stop by and say hi.

“But I’m not family?” is the only thing you can think to say at this moment and Juraj smiles like you’re missing the whole point of it.

“Princezná, you’re more important than family,” he murmurs and your eyes search his and find genuine love in them.

“I’ll be there.”

Juraj picks you up the next day and you head over to the Bell Centre for the family skate. He grabs you an extra pair of skates and is in the middle of tying them for you when Josh Anderson walks by.

“Don’t know how to tie your skates darling?” he jokes and when he stops near you you jokingly shove him away.

“Fuck off Andy,” you quip and you watch as both him and Juraj collapse into giggles.

Juraj finishes tying your skates and with a tap to your thigh you’re standing and wobbling awkwardly all over again. This time it’s a bit easier, you can at least walk towards the ice without too much help but when you’re on the ice, you’re clutching Juraj’s hands again like your life depends on it.

“(y/n)! I’ve lapped you three times in the past 2 minutes,” Kaiden calls out to you and you let go of Juraj to flip him off.

“Let’s go grandma!” Cole joins and you shoot him a glare.

“Ignore them,” Juraj reminds you and you smile as you look back over at him.

He starts to instruct you on how to push off and skate forward and you hang on his every word. He lets go of one of your hands and you carefully push off, gripping his hand tightly.

“You’re doing it!” Juraj cheers and your heart flushes at his praise.

Juraj’s teammates and their families watch the two youngsters with soft gazes, thinking the scene was adorable.

“Are they dating?” Josh’s girlfriend turns to ask and Josh smiles, shaking his head.

“Not yet,” he says, slightly rolling his eyes but happy to see you and Juraj so close.

Two

“Come on Jakey!!” you scream and Juraj laughs lightly next to you.

“Oh be quiet,” you joke, shoving him as you sit down.

Your little brother has been begging you to bring your famous hockey playing best friend (his words not yours) to one of his hockey games. You finally found a day where Juraj was free and Jake was playing a game and dragged your best friend along with you. Jake was playing well, but his team was still losing and with the final ring of the bell, the game ends 2-1.

“Come on,” you say, grabbing Juraj’s hand and pulling him along to the locker room.

You wait outside, greeting other teammates of your brother and their families, until your brother finally makes his way out. You look him over and see that he’s still wearing his skates but has changed out of the rest of his gear.

“Buddy, what are you doing?” you ask when Jake finally greets you and Juraj.

“Can we stay and skate?” he asks nervously and you can’t help the smile that grows on your lips.

“Of course.”

You and Juraj grab a pair of rental skates each before heading out on the ice. Juraj sticks by your side for the beginning before Jake pulls him away to ask for tips on his skating. You cling to one of the walls, watching as Juraj stands in front of your brother and explains his foot positioning. Jake listens patiently, something he wasnt always good at, and butterflies decide to kick up in your stomach at the sight of the two of them.

“Ready?” you hear Juraj ask and you watch as Jake nods and the two stand side by side.

Juraj counts down from three and one he hits one, the two of them rush off across the ice in an impressive blur of speed. You watch as Jake takes the advantage and you know deep down, Juraj is letting him win in their little race. Your smile grows even wider at the thought, Juraj purposefully letting the young boy win.

“Prekliatie, Jake you’re faster than me,” Juraj says, dropping his hands onto his knees and breathing heavily to show how “tired” he was.

“I think you should replace Juraj in the line up tomorrow Jakey,” you call and the two boys turn and smile at you.

Juraj grins, tossing a wink in your direction before heading off to skate with your younger brother again.

One

How and why your best friend decided to rent out an entire sports complex for her birthday party will continue to remain a mystery to you. She could have gone anywhere in Montreal but she decided on a place with ice skating, laser tag, arcades, golfing, bowling, and more for her party.

Naturally, you dragged Juraj with you, knowing that you would probably only know your best friend at this party and didn’t want to spend the time alone. The two of you got there early, greeting your best friend and her boyfriend at the entrance of the sports center.

“Happy birthday!!” you greet her excitedly, leaning forward to hug your best friend.

“Come on!” She says, dragging you into the building, Juraj and her boyfriend trailing behind. “I wanna go ice skating.”

The four of you grab rental skates and head out onto the ice together. Just like before, Juraj is slow and careful with you, helping you to skate around the rink. You make it a lap and a half in before you see your best friend exiting the rink with her boyfriend behind her.

“Hey!” you call out and she turns and smiles sheepishly.

“Sorry!” she yells back before rushing away.

You roll your eyes and turn back to Juraj with a look that says ‘can you believe her?’ and the younger boy just shrugs and smiles at you.

“Well, as long as we’re here,” you say, trying your best to slow down on the ice. “Wanna teach me how to stop?”

“Are you sure you’re ready for it?” he asks and you lean forward, swatting at his arm.

“Of course I am!” you declare but quickly lose balance, reaching out for him and he chuckles as you regain your balance.

“Anyway,” you murmur and Juraj laughs lightly under his breath.

He turns on his skates, holding his hands out to you which you happily take and he smiles encouragingly at you.

“So, the way you stop is on your edges,” he explains, showing the sides of his skate and digging them into the ice so he stops moving.

“If you’re skating forward, you want to turn your body and push your outside leg out and lean.”

He takes a second to show you what he means, letting go and skating for a second before stopping on his edges. You nod when he pauses, committing his movements to memory.

“You try,” he tells you.

You take a nervous deep breath, skating forward a couple of inches before attempting to come to a stop before Juraj. Your legs however shake too much beneath you and you start to fall. Juraj is quicker, catching your arms and hauling you up into them.

“Sorry,” you murmur, looking up at him and it strikes you how close the two of you are.

“All good,” he replies, his arms coming to move around your waist.

Your eyes search his, heat blooming throughout your body and for a moment the two of you simply gaze at each other, uncertain what to do next.

“Are you two coming or what?”

You both turn to see your best friend waving you over and you sigh, thinking how close yet how far you were from making a move.

“Let’s go.”

And One

You swear it’s been weeks since you saw Juraj at your best friend’s birthday party. Therefore, you were ecstatic when he called and asked if you could pick him up from practice so the two of you could hang out afterwards. You show up a little later than practice ends, knowing Juraj’s tendency to stay late and work with one of the coaches while everyone has already left the ice.

You make your way through the back and up towards the tunnel, greeting those you see along the way. Just as you’re heading up to the bench, you pass Martin St. Louis and he greets you with a warm smile.

“Always good to see you darling,” he tells you and you smile shyly. “Juraj is still on the ice if you’re looking for him.”

You smile and thank him before walking up and out onto the bench. Marty is right, Juraj stands a few feet away from the goal, practicing shot after shot and you stand there for a moment and simply take in his form. His love for the game and determination to get better at it every day was one of the many reasons you had grown impossibly in love with him. He put 110% effort into everything he did and you admired that kind of work ethic in him.

“Looking good 20!” you yell out and Juraj turns around on the ice, grinning madly when he sees you standing at the bench.

“Sorry,” he says, skating over to you. “Pretty sure this is a closed practice.”

“Come on. Grab some skates and get out here.”

“Juraj,” you whine and he turns those big brown eyes towards you. The ones that are impossible to say no to.

“5 minutes? Please? Just wanna spend some time with you on the ice,” he murmurs.

You sigh quietly and Juraj instantly tells you where to grab some extra skates. Your heart pounds as you replay his words in your head. You can’t help the smile that crops up on your lips as he ties your skates and helps you out onto the ice. Somehow, Juraj was always taking care of you, a trait you so loved about him and prayed stayed with him.

As always, Juraj starts off with holding your hands making sure you’re comfortable first before letting go and skating by your side with practiced ease. The two of you exchange small talk as you skate and Juraj’s heart fills with pride realizing he was the one who taught you how to skate. The one who has made sure you won’t fall. The one you’ve trusted.

He moves to skate backwards in front of you, grinning like he has just won the lottery.

“What?” you ask, his gaze making you flustered.

“You’re doing amazing,” he compliments and your body flushes in warmth at his praise.

“Well thank you,” you say and just as you’re about to add on that it’s all thanks to him, your skate hits a rough patch of ice.

You instantly lose your balance, a small shriek escaping your lips as you fall forward. Your hands instantly reach out for him and Juraj is quick to react, catching you and hauling you up into him like he did so many weeks ago.

He forces the two of you to a stop, your hands coming to rest feebly against his chest while his arms stay wrapped around your waist. You look up, a sheepish smile on your face as Juraj sports a self righteous grin on his face that makes you laugh.

“Spoke too soon, huh?” he asks and you shake your head.

“Oh shut up,” you murmur.

“Gladly,” he hums.

He leans down and finally connects the two of you, lips molding in perfect unison as you press against each other on the cold ice. You’re thankful for the grip Juraj has on you because your knees are suddenly weakened by his lips on yours. You break apart for air and Juraj grins down at you and you take a deep breath to control the happy laughter that wants to break free from you.

“Wanna keep skating?” he asks and you shake your head.

“No, I think it’s time for us to head home.”

“Whatever you say moja láska,” he says, kissing the side of your head and leading the two of you off the ice.

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