Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Apologies

You were heartbroken. Here you had worked hard, and had thought you had done an amazing job. And it was all blown to bits when Misha declared that you had copied the idea from him. Before answering, you decided to do a little research of your own.

Typing his name into the Youtube search engine, you sighed when you saw hundreds of conventions videos. Normally, you enjoyed watching them, wishing that someday you could afford to go to one, but it wasn't what you were looking for. Finally, you found his youtube page, and you clicked on it, noticing right away his cooking videos. Frowning you clicked on the first one, watching as Misha went shopping with his kids, then went home and let them mix, and cook everything, making pasta with jam sauce. It was adorable, and hilarious, and his kids were the cutest. It was a lot like yours which surprised you.

You weren't sure what to do. You knew he could get mad at you for copying his idea, and as a celebrity he would have much more pull than you would. But you had so much fun today, and you had gotten such good results that you didn't want to quit after only one video.

Sighing, you answered Misha's comment, thinking hard about what you needed to type.

Dear Mr. Collins,
I want to apologize. I didn't realize that my video ideas were like yours. I had no intention of copying you, and I feel horrible. However, I don't want to stop making videos. How can we make this work?

You clicked send, and dropped your phone beside you, rubbing your head as a headache started to sink in. You weren't sure if he would answer, or what he would say. His convention videos made him seem so open, so friendly, but you weren't sure if that was just a front.

Minutes ticked by, and your phone remained silent. Turning your light off, you laid down in your bed, but you couldn't sleep, you were so worked up. Today had been an emotional day, with finally starting your videos, than hearing from Misha. You weren't sure you could handle much more.

As your eyes slowly drifted close, you heard the familiar pop of a notification. Turning to your side, you grabbed your phone, your heart flipping when you noticed it was from Misha. Clicking on it, you cursed your slow Internet connection.

Finally it opened and you read the message with a mixture of shock and glee.

My dear Miss Y/N,
It is Miss isn't it? I'm sorry if my previous message made it seem as if I was mad. Upon reading your message, I realized I may have come across as annoyed. I was wondering if there was a chance that maybe we could meet, and talk about this, face to face. Let me know when you are free. We are not filming right now, so I am free whenever. And by all means, continue filming.
Your humble friend,
Misha

You read the message multiple times, making sure you had read it correctly. Misha wanted to meet you! You had never thought your videos would get too much attention, especially from a celebrity, but here you were, getting ready to schedule a meeting with the man. Squealing in excitement, you quickly clicked reply, trying to sound smart, and not like the fan girl you were being right now.

Mr. Collins,
I am relieved to hear that I didn't upset you, because I would never want that. Tomorrow is Friday, which means I only babysit until three. We can meet up afterwards, or even Saturday, which day and time works for you? I look forward to it.
Y/N

Sending it off, you didn't even try to go to sleep, you knew there was no point. Standing up, you went into your miniscule kitchen, grabbing the tea kettle. Setting It to boil on the stove, you returned to your bedroom, noticing a flashing light coming from your phone.

Grabbing it, you took It into the kitchen, reading the message as you waited for your water to boil.

My Dear Miss Y/N,
I hope it's not to informal to say that I was glad to hear you are a Miss and not a Mrs. Tomorrow evening works well for me, I can have the babysitter stay late. Do you want to meet at Cibo's? Say seven? Does that give you enough time to get home and changed?

You bit your lip to keep your from squealing again, just as your tea pot went off. Pouring your tea, you went back to your room, sipping on the scalding liquid as you freaked out over the idea of having dinner with Misha tomorrow. You couldn't believe it!

Setting your cup onto your nightstand, you slid under the covers before you answered him.

Seven o'clock works well for me, Cibo's only a fifteen minute walk for me. Are to sure that's where enough want to meet? I would have been fine with somewhere, lower key. I don't want you going through a lot of trouble for me.

The reply was instantaneous.

Walking? Would you rather I picked you up, because I am more than willing. And of course, I think Cibo will be perfect, don't down sell yourself. I will see you tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it.

You couldn't contain the squeal that came out of your mouth that time. You couldn't believe it. At first you had been heartbroken, thinking your great idea was turning into a nightmare. But now, here you were, getting ready to have dinner with Misha Collins, who seemed like an amazing person. And while he still might try to stop you from making videos, at least you were getting a chance to meet him, to plead your case. It was exciting, and nerve wracking, and you were sure you wouldn't be able to sleep a wink all night.