I accidentally deleted the ask but this was requested by @malevolent-show !
((And tsym for the kind words btw 🥹 ))
Trope: teaching you how to dance, reader is a terrible dancer
Tags: gender neutral reader, fluff & slight romance
“Bendy no, I really mean it!”, the ears of your bunny slippers tremble slightly. You awoke this morning cradled in Bendy’s arms, listening to him whisper old tales of nights at the ink and paint spent on the stage, dancing to the tunes of an old, well loved, piano. You happened to let it slip that you can’t dance. Regret crept into your mind as he got up out of bed instantly, still in his stripy pyjama pants and singlet, and suggested that he teach you. What made him think this was a good idea? You thought to yourself. ‘Oh boy’. Bendy glides over to the turntable at the other end of the bedroom, his movements simple, yet graceful. He lifts the tone arm and places it evenly onto the old jazz record. The needle patiently slides through the smooth grooves of the well worn vinyl, gently spinning round and round as the melody begins to play. “Bendy I have two left feet I’m serious! I cannot dance!” You cry. He chuckled to himself, “‘two left feet’, what genius invented phrase”
“Me, after I concussed my dance partner during the waltz in Sunday school”
He throws his head back in a cackle. Despite all your apprehension, your anxiety, your heart just melts; hearing that laugh, seeing that bright smile spread across his face, floods your chest with warmth. “Oh come on doll, everyone can dance!”, he turns to face you, hand propped on his hip, “it’s just that not everyone can dance as well as me~”. You stare at him, uneasy. “Come ooon, don’t look at me like that! I’m sure you’re just exaggerating” he smirks, his voice smooth like velvet, trying to calm you down. Bendy walks back towards you and threads his fingers through your left hand.
And now here you both stand, in your pajamas, as bendy teaches you to dance. “Shouldn’t we get dressed first, at least?” You plead
“You can dance in any clothes, you should know that”
“We could use another room? One that, yknow, isn’t our bedroom?”
“There’s plenty of room here, it’ll be fine. And stop procrastinating!” He insisted. Weary, you listened. His free hand finding his way to your waist, “alright, let’s begin”
Some how the heel of your foot punctures bendy’s own, moments after the dancing began. He cried out, trying and failing to suppress his pain as you fuss over him, profusely apologising. “It’s f-fine! Let’s try that again…”
After stepping on his foot a second, and then third, time, he swore “Holy Celestial are you trying to break my toe??”
“You don’t have toes you have hooves”
“THAT’S NOT THE POINT! WHY IS THAT YOUR FOCUS?!”
Bendy regains his composure after a few moments. Standing up straight once more, he says “ok, ok, let’s try something else…”. He responds to your hesitation expression by gently taking hold of your hands, guiding them to the nape of his neck. “Just rest your hands here, ok? Now take a deep breath in. Relax,” he moves his hands to encircle your waist, “in… and out… just lean into me, ok my darling?”. Your body follows suit. The shape of your torso melting against Bendy’s own slim figure. You could feel his ribs pressed against your chest, his pronounced hip bones beneath you own. His heart thudded subtly, the vibrations floating across his chest and rippling against your skin. His outward breath tickles the side of your ear: finally you ease into him, the tension in your muscles unknotting, your body leaning into him more and more with each and every breath. Subtly Bendy starts rocking side to side, gently, and in time with the slow rhythm of The Old Song. On mornings like these, when time moves slow, and each moment passes smoothly and without notice. When you’re being held in Bendy’s embrace like you are a touch of starlight that he wants to hold onto forever, you make a wish, to any celestial that may listen, that time will slow, and stop. You wish that you two will stay like this, always. Cradling one another and listening to the metronome of each other’s hearts guide your sense of time.
“You see? This isn’t so bad, is it?” He murmurs, rubbing his face against your cheek, leaving small kisses along your cheekbone. “Yeah” you whisper after a pause, “it’s as though I never tromped on your foot 3 times”
He chuckled, and you could feel the crinkle of his smile against the side of your face. You expected a cheeky remark, or a sarcastic note, but instead he just whispers, “I love you”, softly into your ear. You feel your cheeks flush, your grip around his neck tighten, and glide your nose along his temple, “I love you too”
You two stayed like that, clinging to another late into the morning. Holding each other in a serene, swinging embrace. Whispering sweet nothings as that old record played, and your hearts beat in time.
This ask was so much fun!! This fic is a bit short lol, but short and sweet 🍬 I’ve never written anything for bendy before so I didn’t expect to like writing his character so much. Funny lil devil! I wonder who’ll catch the hidden Batim reference 🤔
Also, Can you guess my next post based on these emoji’s?
(Yes the only way I’m managing to post asks in order is by putting them in my posts so I have to commit to things😅)
