Dance with me
(Sebastian Stan x Reader)
Thank you anonymous requester!
You and Sebastian are arguing and he suddenly puts on music and slow dances with you.
Warnings: Language, fluff.
“You sound just like my ex right now.” Sebastian scoffed.
“Excuse me?” You asked, voice full of anger.
You and Sebastian had been arguing about who should do this dishes, when it took a turn for the worst.
“I do everything around here.” He mocked in a high pitched tone, imitating you.
“And you’re telling me I sound like your fucking ex because of that?” You yelled, throwing your hands in the air in frustration.
“You know what, forget about it, I’ll do the dishes.” He sighed in defeat.
“Oh no, this is not over.” You retort.
“Holy Shit Y/n, just get over it okay?” He demanded, having no sympathy for what he just said to you as he walked into the kitchen.
“Just get over it? Sure, yeah no big deal. Don’t even say sorry, it’s not like what you said hurt me or anything.” You respond sarcastically, yelling at him from the living room with a lump forming in your throat.
Sure it was a stupid reason to get upset, but being told you’re like your significant other’s ex is one of the worst things they could possibly say. They broke up with their previous lover for a reason, and saying this could indicate that the current relationship wasn’t going to last. You and Seb didn’t fight much, making this another reason why the argument was making you so upset. When Sebastian heard your voice break he knew he had really screwed up.
“Y/n, Doll I’m sorry.” He cooed, making his way back into your arms.
You pushed him off of you and inconspicuously tried to wipe the tears streaming down your rosy cheeks.
“I didn’t mean it.” He whispered from behind you
“Then why did you say it?” You cried, giving up and allowing him to pull you into an embrace.
“Because I’m an idiot.” He stated, stroking your hair.
“Well you’re not wrong.” Your muffled laugh vibrated, face still buried in his chest.
“I’m sorry.” He let go of you and walked over to the old record player.
“What are you doing?” You inquired as he placed ‘I don’t want to miss a thing’ by Aerosmith on the player.
The music started playing and he walked over to you with an outstretched hand, “May I have this dance?”
You didn’t reply, you simply grabbed his hand and allowed him to lead you.
“I love you Y/n.” He said softly with his chin resting on the top of your head.
“I love you too.”