They Teach You How To Dance

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Jack Skellington

"Hey Dad, can you come here for a minute?" you called from your room. Jack put a finger to his chin, wondering what you needed him so desperately for. He came into your room to find you in a fancy tailcoat/dress. "What are you so dressed up so fancy for, Y/N?" He asked. "I....I..." You stammered, a blush creeping across your face.

"I want you to teach me to dance! I wanna dance like you and mom!" You said. "Sure thing, Prince/Princess! I'd be honored to teach you how to dance." 

(If you're a guy)

Jack took you to the ballroom section of the house and arranged your arms as if you were holding a woman. Standing beside you, he got into the same position. "Now, watch closely, my Prince." You watched him and copied his moves until you were waltzing around the room like a pro. "I-I'm doing it, Dad!" You said excitedly, your feet gliding across the floor while Jack played a waltz song from the large phonograph sitting on a table.

(if you're a gal)

You and Jack put your arms around each other and he guided you through the steps. He was extremely patient despite you getting the steps all messed up, which made it a lot easier. Soon, you got into the rhythm and you two danced around the ballroom gracefully. You were so good you felt you could dance the waltz with your eyes closed. As the song neared its end, Jack leaned in and whispered in your ear, "Hang on, Y/N..." before he dipped you so that your H/L, H/C hair brushed against the floor. "W-Wow..." You panted, your body a bit sore from moving so much and your forehead shining with sweat.

"You did great, Y/N."

Edward Scissorhands

Edward saw you listening to the soundtrack of The Nutcracker, your favorite ballet and dancing around, twirling and spinning gracefully. Edward smiled as he joined you, moving in sync with the music. You two closed your eyes as you let the music take you away to the Sugar Plum Fairy's castle. As the song came to a close, you faced each other, and bowed. "That was fun, Y/N." Edward said. "Where'd you learn to ballet dance, Daddy?" you asked.

Edward smiled. "You."

Beetlejuice

Beetlejuice was chilling out in the living room when he heard loud, rhythmic footsteps from the room above him. It started to get annoying after a while, so he went up to your room. As he got closer, he heard loud music coming from inside. He opened your door and found you prancing around your room in a giant, floppy, F/C cowboy hat and matching boots. Beetlejuice snickered a bit as he got an idea. He came into your room doing THIS to the beat of the music.

 He came into your room doing THIS to the beat of the music

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*Le facepalm*

You looked beside you and cracked up, still dancing. "C'mon Y/N! Whadda ya wanna be right now?!" he yelled excitedly.

Sweeney Todd

"Father....I'm boooooored...there's nothin' to dooooooooo....." you groaned, throwing yourself on a couch, bored out of your mind. Sweeney thought for a moment, then he pulled you off the couch and into a tango pose. "You could learn a dance..." he said softly. Your face grew red as a tomato at his seductive voice. "W-WHAT?!" you yelled. "C'mon, Y/N, it's a good skill." Sweeney said.

You thought for a moment. Your father had a point. "All right, Father. Let's dance." You thew off the sweater you were wearing to show a black and red suit/dress that hugged your body. "So you like the tango, my Son/Dear?" He asked, surprised. "Oh yeah..." you whispered, putting a rose between your teeth.

"Heh, you really wanna learn this, huh Y/N?" Sweeney said. "Yep!" you said cheerfully. "Ok, so who's following and who's leading?" you asked. Sweeney thought for a moment, then took your hand. "Let's start with you following, then we'll switch it around." You liked that idea, so you put on some music, and soon you were dancing the tango like it was nothing.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Sweeney dramatically dipped you super low. Then, taking a rose and putting it between his teeth, he whispered, "Ole...."

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