Fandom Imagines

I GUESS I'M IN LOVE (Misha Collins x Reader)

I GUESS I'M IN LOVE - Clinton Kane

Young Misha x reader

Even with the loud clicking of the keyboard from my furious typing, I can hear the front door quickly open and close downstairs, raising my head from my laptop screen. "Thank you Mrs. Y/L/N," I hear Misha's voice yell down to my mom, followed by his booming footsteps running up the stairs. I turn my gaze back to my laptop and continue typing right before my bedroom door flies open. It shuts just as quickly as it opens after Misha steps in.

"I had a bad day," he tells me, dropping his backpack on the ground near my door. "Tell me about," I respond, my voice monotone as I continue typing my essay. He's quiet for a second, still standing in his place by the door. "Do you mean it or was your day also crap?" I sigh, halting my fingers over the keyboard for a second. I shrug and shake my head. "I don't know. Both?" I can see him taking his shoes off in my peripheral vision, finally bringing my eyes to him. He's drenched from the rain that is currently pouring outside. "Well, it started in homeroom this morning," he starts. The laptop is taken out of my hands and shut.

"Misha," I complain as he places it on the end table next to my bed. "I have homework," I continue as he pushes me back, laying down on top of me, head rested on my chest and arms wrapped around my body like a child. He makes himself comfortable and I just sigh, accepting the fact that my clothes and bed are now wet because of him. "I walked in on Cole Brandon telling his friends how hot you looked today." "What," I ask, looking down at him. Now he's got my attention. "Usually I don't let that shit bother me cause, well, he's right. But that asshole had the nerve to say it in front of me like I didn't matter. And then I saw him staring at you at lunch," he explains, his jaw now clenching.

"Mish," I say, now running my fingers through his wet hair to comfort him. "And then of course there's the fact that I only got to see you for about 15 minutes today. And three of my teachers sprung pop quizzes on me and the rest of the class; I completely bombed one of them so I had to stay after school to study. Then, on the way here, my car broke down. So I start walking and, as luck would have it, it starts downpouring." And I thought my day was bad because I had tons of homework due tomorrow. "I'm sorry Mish. If I had known, I would've stayed after and helped you."

He shakes his head. "You have enough on your plate. If I was taking half of the classes you were taking, I'd be staying here for another year next fall." "Even more reason for me to help you. I'm qualified and obligated to, don't you think? We're together. It's me and you," I both remind and reassure him. He turns his head up to look at me, his bright blue eyes staring deeply into mine. "What," I ask as almost a minute of silence passes. "You know I've had a crush on you since I moved here," he asks, bringing a smile to both of our faces.

"Sophomore year?" He nods against my chest. "I remember your first day in English, you asked me to be your partner for the reading and I thought it was cute how nervous you were asking me. Your cheeks were pink." I smile at the memory. "Well, of course you thought I was cute. I was the only boy in our English class. Kind of gave me an advantage," he says, making me laugh. He continues smiling up at me and I continue playing with his wet hair, almost dry by now. "God, how did I wait two years to ask you to be my girlfriend," he asks, mostly to himself, in disbelief. "We were both afraid to say it. Being best friends with you was amazing and as much as I wanted more, I didn't want to risk it," I explain.

I know he went through the same thought process. He told me when he finally confessed that he liked me and asked me to be his girlfriend six months ago. He moves his body up, nuzzling his face into my neck. "I don't like thinking about that," he mumbles against my neck. "About when we were friends?" He shakes his head. "No, about before this." He turns his head to place a gentle kiss on my jaw. "I wish I hadn't waited so long," he adds. His words send butterflies through my body. God, this boy drives me crazy. But I know what he means. I never thought this would happen. But I wanted it to. We both did.

"What would I do without you," he whispers. I can't help smiling from ear to ear. I turn my head to kiss his nose, cheek, and jaw. I place random kisses around his face, making him smile again, his eyes still closed. "I don't know, baby. But It'll always be me and you," I finally answer in a whisper. His eyes slowly open again. His hand moves up my body and comes to rest on my cheek. I'll never get tired of his bright blue eyes staring into mine. Looking at me like he sees the whole universe. He uses his thumb to gently rub my cheek.

"I love you," he breathes out, only inches away from my face. My stomach erupts again as the three words I've been dying to say fall from his lips. I breathe out a sigh of relief as my smile grows. "I love you." The words barely get out of my mouth before his lips are pressed against mine. Misha has never skipped a beat when it comes to showing me I'm loved by him, but hearing him say it is a whole nother feeling entirely. He pulls away, his smile stretching ear to ear. "Wanna dance in the rain?" My smile grows too and I nod excitedly before lifting off the bed with him.

He holds my hand as we race downstairs and out the front door, giggling like children. Children in love. As soon as I feel the rain on my face, I tilt my head up, taking in the fresh air and cool water pouring down on me. My gaze slowly falls back to Misha, his head still tilted back. I admire him. This beautiful boy in front of me who has completely taken me and made me his. I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his attention back to me. He simply smiles sweetly at me through his wet eyelashes before our lips connect again.

The thunder booms, but we continue kissing through it all. And though Misa has kissed me just as passionately as this before, this one feels different. This one says "forever". And so I pull away to look into his eyes. "Forever," I whisper out. I know he can't hear me over the rain. But the look on his face says it all as he takes my hands in his and spins me around, dancing in the rain with me.