lately i've been thinking of ice skating a lot so hear me out;
ice skating date with wilbur
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skate date - cc!wilbur
notes -
i will hear you out this is- sabwefb;kdvb ; also sorry this is took a bit, i had an idea for this but then i trashed it so i had to rewrite
summary -
the cold had finally made its way through town and with it, snow. which, of course, meant ice. specifically - ice skating - with your lovely boyfriend, wilbur, who's been flailing to avoid the topic
The first snowfall was early this year. The cold came in with a punch, and the world erupted into song. Light snow pelted the ground nearly every day, but never enough that you couldn't make your daily commute to and from work. It was, quite possibly, the perfect winter.
Along with this, you were filled with the holiday spirit. Little colorful lights were strung above your desk, as well as Wilbur's after you sneaky put them up when he wasn't home. The plain hand towels in the bathroom had been switched for ones with little snowmen detailing on them. A jar of fruity candy canes had taken its place in the middle of the coffee table, along with some chocolate wafers. Hot chocolate powder was always out on the counter next to a bag of mini marshmallows.
Along with your holiday cheer came holiday activities, which Wilbur was not too excited about. "Do we have to go? I mean, it's barely even winter yet, love. Wouldn't you want to wait until we're farther into the season?" Wil had attempted evading your festive plans several times now, only fueling your passion.
"Wilbur. Sweet Wilbur. We are going ice skating, no matter the season. If you want to go later then we'll just go again." You put on a serious face. It was almost like reprimanding a child - you were ten seconds away from adding an 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' into your speech. "I will buy you the most exquisite hot chocolate you could imagine for the small price of £1. I will buy you a trainer if necessary." You couldn't help it. The whine spread into your voice as you practically begged him. "Now please, for the love of God, go ice skating with me." The 'me' was dragged out as you flopped your head straight forward into his chest, feet sliding back. Thankfully, he understand and grabbed you before you could fall face-first on the carpeting.
"Alright, you goof." The light chuckle he spit out was bright. You felt your soul being reawakened and bounced back up, holding his hands and getting on your tip-toes.
"Really! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Your cheering was interrupted as he hugged you from the side. And soon enough, the two of you were on your way to the ice rink.
The teen at the front desk looked done with existence. "Two skates?" She didn't look up from her phone as she aggressively typed, blanket wrapped around her body. You couldn't blame her - it was eleven at night during the tail end of November and blisteringly cold.
"Yes, please. And one of those trainer-walker things, please." You smiled at the cashier with a chuckle. Wilbur paused in pulling out his card to dramatically sigh.
Taking the card, she fine looked up from her device. "A trainer? Alright." She shook her head, running the card through the reader. "Sign this." She held out the receipt to Wilbur as well as his card. "Lockers are off to your left, I just need your sizes and I can give you your skates. Trainers are outside, just grab one from the rack." Taking the receipt, she took your sizes and handed off the skates.
The benches in front of the locker room looked ancient, yet full of life. Small names and messages were carved into the wood, as well as notes written on the lockers. There were small drawings as well, hearts and whatnot. It was a dingy little place, but it was familiar. You and you're family had been coming here since childhood. Somewhere on the gum-riddled underside of these benches were the names of you and your siblings, carved in with your older brother's pocket knife. Shoving the old skates on, you kept your hand a safe distance from the blade.
"So, this is where you were so desperate to go," Wilbur commented. He was lacing up his skates tightly as if they would slide off his foot if he didn't cut off circulation.
"Yes. Do you have an issue?" It was said jokingly, but there was an ounce of hurt from his words. This was important to you. It may be a dingy little shop, but it was tradition. He was your family now and you wanted him to be part of this. Part of you and your life.
"No, of course not." Maybe he knew how you felt or always looked so heavenly, but the smile he sent your way told you that he was part of your life. There was no reason the raise your defenses. "Although, I do have one issue. Why did I pay for a trainer?"
You laughed at the dumbfounded look on his face. "Well, I did say I would buy you one if necessary. It seemed necessary!" He laughed and shook his head.
"Lord, you are absurd. And you haven't even tied your laces yet!" Hopping off the bench and crouching down, he deftly tied your laces. The look o concentration on his face was admirable and for your view only. He peered up at you, a smile. "Are we off now?"
Walking to the rink was always the hardest part. Clutching the wall for support, you both made your way out of the shop and into the outside rink. Grabbing a red plastic trainer, you shoved it through the door. "Oh my Lord." Came Wilbur's exasperated voice from behind you.
"Alright Wilby, a trainer, fresh for you." Fresh, as if the thing wasn't twenty-odd years old.
"Why thank you, love." Stepping into the trainer, he gripped the sides and began running across the empty rink. "AM I DOING IT RIGHT?" He shouted from the other side of the area.
"A bit more like this, I would say." Gliding over, you laughed as you blew ice at him.
"Oh, yeah?" Shoving the trainer across the ice, he grabbed your hands suddenly. You would die before confessing t the small scream you let out.
"I think this is better." He started spinning you in circles, occasionally stepping rather the skating. After a good few moments of spinning, it came to a stop. The abandoned trainer clashed with Wilbur's body in revenge, which also sent you sprawling across the ice. The laughs bubbling out your lips were easy. Your breaths fanned across each other's faces.
Wilbur looked at you, adoration in his eyes. His cheeks were red along with his cracked lips. "I love you." And maybe it was the cold or the impact from the fall, but you swore your heart stopped for a moment as he leaned over your body and gently kissed you.
Later, when the trainer had been put away and you were pulling your skates off, you checked under the bench and smiled. This was a tradition sure to continue.