Promenade Dance (Quackity and Wilbur oneshot)

Promenade Dance

“Oh, calm down. You’re like fucking chihuahuas.”

Wilbur’s words held just a small amount of hypocrisy, for he was, in fact, not very calm. Beyond his careless facade, his heart was pounding and a headache was growing.

“We’re just so excited!” Tommy clasped his hands together and grinned.

“We’ve been waiting too long for this, Wilbur!” Dream chimed in.

“You’ve been waiting?! You guys are literally more invested in this than I am.”

“Don’t lie to yourself, you know you’re a simp,” Techno countered.

“And you’re a dick.”

The other three just giggled.

Wilbur sighed and shook his head. He glanced around the showy room, looking for Quackity. Wilbur spotted him not too far away, by the snack table.

He’d liked the boy for a while, and they were pretty good friends. When Wilbur had heard that the other had no date to their senior prom, he thought he might have a chance. Except he got lost in homework and forgot about his romantic plans.

Fortunately, Quackity never ended up with a date. A few people had asked him, but he’d politely declined all of their offers.

Wilbur smiled a little, remembering some of the stories Quackity had told him about his potential dates. Quackity had rejected each one of them.

“Oooh, here he comes!” Tommy singsonged.

Wilbur rolled his eyes and shooed his brothers away.

“Hey, Quackity!” he called.

“Oh, hey Wilbur. How’s it going?”

Quackity looked gorgeous up close. His azure blue suit contrasted his dark brown eyes, emphasizing both of the colors. His hair poked out of his beanie ever so slightly; Wilbur wanted to run his fingers through the black strands.

“Oh, um, great…” he felt his cheeks heat up. “Have you been having fun? Talk to anyone yet?”

“Yeah, but just Tubbo and Ranboo. Where were you? We’ve been dancing, like, this whole time. I missed you.” Quackity pouted slightly.

Oh my gods. Wilbur’s cheeks burned even more.

“Just putting up with my brothers, bunch of assholes. Sometimes they forget they’re only a few months older than me. And Tommy is literally younger.” His words seemed harsh, but his fond smile said otherwise.

“Hey, your brothers are pretty cool! Techno helped me with math homework once.”

“When was this?”

“Oh, doesn’t matter. Come dance with us!”

Wilbur was hesitant. He wanted to spend some more time alone with Quqckity, but he knew he couldn’t say no to the boy. Plus, he wouldn’t mind talking to their friends.

Wilbur nodded in favor of this plan.

“Alright, this way!” Quackity grabbed Wilbur’s hand and pulled him towards where Ranboo and Tubbo were giggling by the center of the large room. Wilbur eyed his and Quackity's intertwined hands.

“WILBUR! MY MAN! WHATS UP?!” Tubbo quite loudly greeted over a newly playing slow song.

“Um, nothing much. Say, how much fruit punch have you had?”

“Too much,” Ranboo answered for him.

“Eh, he’ll crash eventually. Give it an hour,” Quackity commented.

“Okay then…”

“Hey, Ranboo, dance with me, will you?” Tubbo asked, once again too loud for the soft music.

Ranboo shrugged.

“Sure.”

The two walked off, even closer to the center of the room.

“I thought we were gonna talk with Wilbur! What the fuck!” Quackity called after them.

“It’s okay,” Wilbur assured with a small chuckle. It was more than okay, no hate to Ranboo or Tubbo.

Both boys remained quiet. The people swaying and spinning to the peaceful music around them disappeared as Wilbur stared into Quackity’s shining, brown eyes.

“Quackity…” Wilbur started quietly. He exhaled deeply; he was actually asking. After so long, he was unironically going to ask his friend to dance. His brothers would have a field day with this venture.

“Yes?”

“May I have this dance?” Wilbur sucked in a breath, waiting for Quackity’s response.

“Of course,” he responded sweetly.

Wilbur exhaled.

They gazed into each other’s eyes for a few more moments before Quackity closed the distance between them. Wilbur rested one of his hands on Quackity’s waist, and one of Quackity’s loosely fell to Wilbur’s hips, their arms brushing.

Quackity reached for Wilbur’s free hand, lacing them together. Both of their cheeks were flushed.

They moved and spun leisurely in place, and Quackity leaned his head down onto Wilbur’s chest.

They relaxed into each other’s arms; Quackity’s cheek pressed against Wilbur’s chest.

The music sped up and they took a step back, both wearing dopey smiles.

“That was nice,” Quackity noted.

“It was.”

“Alright lovebirds, we’re getting snacks!” Ranboo and Tubbo had returned unbeknownst to the other two.

“I- lovebirds? Really?” Quackity objected.

Wilbur pointed to Quackity. “What he said.”

“Yep! High school love, am I right, Tubbo?” Ranboo nudged said friend on the shoulder lightly. They giggled and pulled the other two to the food table.

The group stumbled along, chatting and chortling.

(804 words :] )

Note, again they're all 18 in this!! Also, I have a wierd headcannon that Wilbur hangs out with Dream a lot so he sees Dream as like, a brother- so that's why he's there in the beginning :].