[summary]
↳ you're dancing the waltz with them. that's all :)

[warning/s]
↳ cheesiness, clichè writing lol

[notes]
↳ I was listening to classical music while doing a school project and this idea suddenly popped into my head. now, I'm distracted.

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Here's the gist: Your right hand is interlinked with his left hand. Your left hand is placed on his shoulders. His right hand is holding your waist.

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Dream
• He is a tall, confident mf. When it's time for a spin, he makes sure to tighten his grip around your corset so you couldn't possibly slip away.

• Even though he's having fun with his confident facade, his hand is cold, and you sometimes caress it with your fingers as the two of you look into your eyes.

• He talks a lot, meaning he whispers banters now and then, teasing you about your short height, randomly trying a british accent, and telling you how pretty you are while you bashfully accept the compliment.

• Sneaks a cheek kiss when you weren't expecting it, especially that one time when he was leading you around the dancefloor. spinning around, while your gown was flurrying, he pulls you closer and left a chaste kiss.

• You would only give him a playful glare and Dream just laughs, throwing his head back.

George
• George isn't nervous. no, not at all.

• They called for the dancing couples to meet at the ballroom just in time for their dance. You and george stood face to face and his touch was gentle when the two of you held each other in position.

• While dancing, he was cautiously looking down at his feet and you could hear him mumbling counts under his breath. "One two three, one two three-"

• You found it so cute that he memorized the steps and he was treating this dance as though it was a huge test that he has to ace.

• And when he accidentally stepped on your shoe, he repeatedly apologizes, his face flushed pink. He went on a rambling session ranting that he ruined your night and everyone might have seen the fumble.

• "It's fine," you told him. You had to lean down to meet his gaze because his head was bowed in embarrassment. "George..."

• When he was still looking down, you took it upon yourself to lift his chin with your left hand. He finally looks at you with your reassuring stare. His eyes were twinkling with admiration as you smiled up at him.

• "You're doing great. You have nothing to worry about."

• He was being gentle with you, afraid that he might step on your foot again, but as the music carry you, his worries soon lifted and he began to have a grand time with you.

Sapnap
• He was just as confident as dream, maybe too confident, as he takes you around the dancefloor. You were laughing when he had spun the two of you together.

• Your laughter was mixed with his. and maybe everyone was watching with judging eyes, but you and Sapnap could care less.

• But then the music died down, and when you leaned forward to kiss his lips, his smile widened and his face was beaming right at you.

Quackity
• He is terrified that he might mess up, but he is good at masking his feelings.

• But you can see right through him. "Why the long face?"

• "I don't want to mess up."

• You can feel it from his moves. The way he robotically steps side to side, his hold was tense. "If you mess up, so what? nobody cares."

• "I do. Okay, let me rephrase it then: I don't want to ruin your night."

• You smiled at the admission, looking up at him adoringly. "Oh, quackity. you already made my night by dancing with me. You can't possibly ruin it by a silly little misstep."

• So he managed to loosen up a bit, relaxing his raised shoulders and taking a deep breath. He leads you through the dance floor and you followed him, your dress swishing around behind you as the two of you spin around.

• Everyone was looking at you, but Quackity wasn't nervous, not one bit.

• He had always loved classical music, especially this specific piece by Tchaikovsky. He listens to it whenever he studies law and he could probably memorize the tune already.

• And while he was dancing with you, he was humming the tune to you and you smiled because he was having as much as fun as you.

• Now, whenever he gets to hear the song in his studying, he will only get distracted because it will only fill his mind with memories, taking him back to the most unforgettable night ever.

Karl
• He can't hide that he's nervous. He was very expressive with his feelings after all.

• He constantly looks down at his feet to make sure it wasn't close to your shoes. "Oh god," you can hear him mutter under his breath.

• You told him not to worry, but he can't not worry. "I will hate myself forever if I happen to accidentally step on your foot and ruin your night. I will never forget about this."

• You shook your head. "You're being overdramatic. Just calm down, okay? I'm right here. I'm rusty too, you know."

• "No, you're doing perfect! You're perfect!" He exclaimed.

• You smirked at him. "I guess I should distract you more often. You're not worrying about messing up anymore."

• For the rest of the night, you laughed along with Karl as the two of you had the best night. He will surely treasure this night in his heart.

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