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𝑺𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾 | 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Summary: You take George ice-skating and he’s quite...bad at it. Genre: fluff Warnings: cursing Pronouns: they/them Note: idk i just wanted to write for george again LMAO T^T
“This is not my idea of fun, actually,” George grumbled from next to you, huffing dramatically and blowing a few strands of hair out of his eyes.
You quicken your pace, the snow crunching under your boots as you neared the frozen over pond, “It’ll be fun, George, I promise.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, suspicion clouding his features as he tugged the ends of his baby blue sweater over his hands, hiding them away from the cold air.
The skates, hanging on a piece of thick rope tied around your waist, swung against each other, making loud metallic clicks with every step you took.
One arm was looped around George’s, your hands stuffed into your pockets as you both trudged through the snow, the bright afternoon sun glowing against your skin.
You loved winter, everything was gorgeous. The snow sparkled and stretched on for miles, making it seem like you were walking on an endless cloud of white.
George huffed next to you, watching his breath cloud in front of him as the frosty air bit at his cheeks, making them turn red, “Are we there yet?” You rolled your eyes, pointing at the lake a few steps ahead of you.
As expected, it was beautiful. There was a large tree next to it, the leaves all gone leaving nothing but the dark brown trunk.
You slung the skates over a branch, letting them hang in the air as you walked over to test the ice that had formed over the lake. Tapping your foot against it, it seemed strong enough.
“Put on your skates, I’m so excited to teach you,” you grinned, walking back over to the tree to change. George covered his mouth with his scarf, letting out a muffled groan, “You just want to see me fall.”
You giggled as he struggled to put on his skates, nearly tripping over himself as he tied the laces.
George was hugging the tree with one hand, holding out the other to you, frowning. You simply stared back and he looked at you expectantly, extending his arm out further.
“Y/N,” he whined, “take my hand! I’m going to fall.”
You’d feel really bad if you left him, as funny as it would’ve been, so you laced your fingers with his, wrapping a sturdy arm around his waist. George slowly shuffled away from the tree, leaning all his weight against you and hoping he wouldn’t trip.
The two of you finally made it to the lake, though it was a painstakingly slow walk.
Then came the convincing.
You could have sworn you were standing by the lake’s edge, begging George to trust you for ten minutes (maybe even longer). He was convinced that the second he stepped on, he’d fall on his ass, or even worse, the ice would crack beneath him.
Eventually, after promising him that you’d do whatever he wanted you to do, he finally agreed.
You thought getting him to get on would be the hard part. You were sorely mistaken.
Once George had stepped onto the ice, his legs barely moving as he tried his hardest to not fall over, he pulled you on after him.
You grabbed both his hands in yours, pulling him closer to the center. George clenched his jaw, looking around with shifty eyes and a bruising grip around your fingers.
“You’ll be fine, just trust me,” you said, spinning him around.
George screamed, causing you to wince; you’d have to hold off on spins for now.
One arm around his waist, the other off to the side for your own balance, you led him around the ice, teaching him how to keep his center of gravity from tilting. George was terrified the whole time, adamantly refusing to let go of you, but his hold around you slowly loosened over time.
He was becoming more and more confident, eventually able to let go of you and skate a bit on his own.
“I’m doing it! Oh my God!”
You watched your boyfriend glide around, clearly not completely in control but the sight was adorable nonetheless. He lacked elegance or poise, but he was enthusiastic about it and that was enough to warm your heart.
George slid easily over the ice, looking over at you with a beaming smile, which you returned.
Though that was short-lived.
In a matter of seconds, George lost his footing, slipping against the icy lake and landing on his back with a thud.
You gasped, running around the lake to where he had fallen, muffling your laughter with the back of your palm.
“George, are you okay?” He groaned in response, but turned his head to you, smiling weakly. His right eye twitched, cheek making the corners crinkle.
It took you a second to realize he had winked at you.
Doubling over with laughter, you clutched your stomach, rolling onto your back against the snow. You could hear George let out another whine asking what you found so funny.
He huffed as he crawled off the lake, “I hate you, I’m never talking to you again.” “No, my love, I’m sorry,” you managed to say between laughs and deep breaths. “No, you suck.”
You watched with teary eyes as George untied his skates, changing into his regular boots while muttering to himself. His cheeks were tinged red, probably from the embarrassment of failing at a wink rather than the cold air. He crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently.
You rushed over, changing out of your skates as well, tying both pairs around your waist once more.
George was already a few feet ahead of you, walking away quickly and angrily. You ran after him, catching up in no time and throwing your arms around his neck. He tried to shrug you off but you only held on tighter, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I didn’t mean to laugh,” you cooed. “It was cute.” “Whatever.”
You stopped him, moving to his front and resting both your hands on his cheeks, cupping his face in your palms.
He glared down at you, refusing to make eye contact with you. You leaned over to him, pressing your lips against his, laughing when George hastily returned the gesture, his arms wrapping around your waist.
“I’ll treat you to a slushie, will you forgive me then?” He hummed, looking off to the side with an exaggerated sigh, “I guess I could.”
Soon, the two of you were standing inside a local ice-cream parlor, staring at the menu. George had taken a recent liking to blue raspberry flavored things, and his slushie of choice was no different.
You picked your favorite kind, ordering for the both of you and paying in advance, taking your boyfriend so the two of you could wait off to the side.
George yawned, looping his arms around your shoulders, letting them fall limp as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. You felt your face heat up, though you hesitantly brought a hand up to run through his hair.
“Can they hurry up?” George mumbled, stifling his yawn, “I’m so tired.”
As if on cue, you heard your order being called out and you walked over to grab the drinks, George never letting go of you. You smiled awkwardly as the worker as their eyes flickered between you and George, who was practically clinging onto your frame.
You held his slushie over to him, “Take your drink, let’s go sit in that booth.”
He walked over first, sliding in and patting the space next to him while he looked up at you, sipping on his slushie.
You slid in after him, taking a sip of yours as well.
“Did I really look that stupid when I winked at you?” “Yes.” “Fuck you.”
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