Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader

Morning with the Collins - Misha Collisn x Reader (Oh Westy Sequel) - Part 1

A small sigh left your lips as you were pulled out of your peaceful sleep by the light shining over your face. Your eyes slowly opened and you blinked several times so that they could adjust to the light. You breathed steadily as you let everything sink. For a moment ou thought it was all a dream but no, no it was not.

You remembered every single detail fo the previous day, especially the previous night and you could have never been more sure in your life that it was true. You bit your lower lip as you felt a blush rise up in your cheeks. You felt like a little school girl thinking about her crush having just admitted he feels the same as her, although in this case it was your best friend.

You were scared, yes, very much and you had expressed it last night to him.

You ran a hand through your hair "She called me mom Misha! Maison said her first word today! It was mom but it was not directed towards Vicki, even though she was standing right next to her. It was directed towards me! Me, Misha! She called me mom! And so did West! You heard it yourself. You were there! They both consider me their mother but I'm not Misha. I'm not! And I don't have that right! Vicki- Vicki says I do but I just don't, Misha. She is their mother and I am not. Nor will I ever get to be close to that title. And it's not their fault. They've got all mixed signals. Seeing me here almost every day, especially when they are here, being so close to you, me doing all of the things Vicki did for them when you were still married confuses them but- But damn it Misha! I'm not Vicki! I'm not their mother and sure as hell will never be because you and I are just friends!" you said clenching your fists and gritting your teeth to keep the tears in. Impossible.

"It is wrong Misha. So wrong. We are just friends! Nothing has ever happened and nothing will ever happen" you muttered shaking your head.

You could still feel the tears running down your cheeks as you thought about all you said. It was true and you knew it. Misha knew it himself as well.

And other than the shock of Maison calling you 'mom' you could not deny the small swell of your heart as it. But it was not the only thing that kept your mind occupied. Neither her nor her older brother, little Westy and the fact that just two days ago he had called you 'mom' as well. No, it was those two wonderful kids' father that kept your mind occupied till very late at night when sleep finally had enveloped you.

Misha and the words he had said last night. His confession.

He rested his forehead against yours and took in a deep inhale "I'm scared, too. I'm really scared that if this doesn't work I will have to tell you goodbye but- I want to take that risk, (Y/n). I know- I know I want to be with you. And I'm going to do everything I can to keep you here. Because I love you and I, above all, don't want to let go so easily." he ended up muttering and you couldn't keep the smile that spread on your lips when you heard those three little words.

"Oh Misha" you breathed out and before you could say more, he pressed his lips to yours in a sweet, short and yet loving kiss.

That kiss. You sighed dreamily every time you thought about it. Your fingers would trace over your lips every few seconds as if you could still feel it. You never had imagined this moment would come yet it had last night. You thought it was just you that had those silly thoughts and feelings about him and so you tried to suppress everything.

Misha had been your best friend, the one that stood by you and the one you stood by in hard times. You hadn't been there just during his break up but also during his wedding and you clearly remember forcing yourself to be happy for him even if your heart shattered inside your chest into a thousand pieces. Funny thing was that back then you thought there probably was not going to be much heartache yet, he had managed over the years to break your heart numerous times to the point you doubted it existed anymore or that it was capable of loving, or feeling anything in general. You didn't blame him of course, you could never blame him because he had no idea of your feelings but every time you thought to yourself that you were going to pull away and let him go there was that griddy part of you that needed him more than anything that just did not let you go.