Spain x Reader: It Takes Two To Tango (RQ)

As you lay on your sofa, at mid-day a sunny day in mars, sulking over the fact that you and your boyfriend broke up just a week ago, you couldn’t help but to notice how a certain Spaniard kept calling you. Leaving long voicemails about how he hadn’t heard from you in days and how he wondered how you were feeling and just generally worried messages.

He was your best friend, you should talk to him. You should answer when he called you, it wasn’t him that you broke up with, after all. There really was no need to let it go out on him.

And, if the truth must out, you actually had a crush on him. But you would never tell him that, you were too afraid that he’d reject you and you’d lose him.

As he called you, for the tenth time that day, leaving yet another worried voicemail you suddenly heard someone banging on the door.

”Oi, chica! Let me in!” He said, first from the door and then the voicemail came a second later as an echo of what he just said.

”Go away, Toni.” You grumbled. You didn’t want him to see you in this state: You had messy hair, sweatpants and an oversized teeshirt on and you hadn’t showered for several days. Not really the state you want your crush to see you in.

But, seeing as he knew where the spare key was, he proceeded to unlock the door and then came inside. Carrying a radio and a single red rose, for some reason.

”Why are you here, Toni?” You asked.

”To cheer you up, chica. I heard about what happened.”

You sighed. ”Well, I don’t need any cheering up.” You mumbled and threw a pillow in his direction, which he dodged easely.

Suddenly you heard music. And not just any music, tango music.

”Toniiiii…” You whined as he grabbed your hand and made you to sit up.

”Dance with me, chica!” He said with a huge grin.

”… No…”

”Please, it takes two to tango. Don’t leave me on my own.” He begged and then he put the red rose between his teeth. He was really going for this, was he?

You sighed again. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? ”Fine, I’ll dance your stupid tango.” You muttered as you took the hand that he was holding out for you to grab.

And then you danced. Your feet moving in rythm to the happy music coming out from the radio that Toni had brought. And you were actually having fun.

Toni always did that; put a smile on your face. He always managed, no matter how sad or angry you were. He would always put a smile on your face.

As the two of you danced, you could almost feel yourself falling in love with him even more. In fact, the very reason that your boyfriend and you had broken up was because of the fact that he didn’t like how much time you spent with Antonio.

Well, his loss, not yours. You had Toni.

”See, chica? That wasn’t so bad was it?” Toni said, the rose still in his mouth, with a smile as the music ended and the two of you stopped dancing, but he didn’t let go of you.

”Mhm… I guess…” You mumbled, with a blush on your cheeks from the proximety of him.

Antonio smiled at you, still not letting go of you. ”___, you’re blushing.”

And because he said that, the blush on your cheeks just continued to grow. Until you were standing there with Antonio’s arms around you with a blush that put his tomatoes to shame, not being able to say a thing.

And Toni just kept smiling at you. ”You look so adorable when you’re flustered, chica.” He said with a cheeky smile.

And the two of you just stood there for a while, enjoying the moment, until…

”___.”

”Yeah?”

Toni leaned in closer until your lips nearly met.

”Te amo, bella chica.” He then said, let the rose fall to the floor and closed the space between you in a kiss.

You kissed back and lifted your hands to run them trough his dark brown locks.

When you parted, smiling lovingly at eachother, you both were blushing madly. The rose by your feet, already forgotten.

”I love you too.”

Fin~!