Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

What to Do

With the news that Misha was coming over to your apartment, you glanced around, hating how small and shabby it looked. Setting your wine glass down, you rushed around, picking up the odds and ends that had been thrown around, putting them in their right place, tidying everything up. Lighting a candle, you knew it was the best you could do in such short notice.

It wasn't a moment later that you heard him knocking on your door. Opening it up, you smiled up at Misha, who was standing there with a bottle of wine, and a grocery bag in his hand. Giving you an apologetic smile, he waited for you to let him in. Stepping aside, you waved your hand, inviting him in.

You watched nervously as he glanced around, knowing that your apartment was probably nothing compared to where he lived. "It's nice." He said, surprising you at the sincerity in his words. "You've done well making it your own, it fits you."

"Thank you." You answered, taking the wine as he handed it to you.

"Here. I know it can't be easy losing a job. So I brought reinforcements. Wine, and ice cream." He said, handing you the bag, and you peeked inside, noticing four small containers of ice cream. "I wasn't sure what kind you liked, so I got a couple." 

You were touched by his sweet gesture, and you placed the wine in the fridge, before grabbing two spoons, and another wine glass. "I already have a wine bottle open. But what ice cream would you like?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I like all of them, so surprise me." You grabbed (fav ice cream flavor) for yourself, while taking the mint chocolate chip to Misha. Pouring him a glass of wine, you found your spot once again on the couch, patting the cushion next to you, inviting him to join you.

Taking a spoonful of ice cream, you licked it before turning to Misha. "So how are the kids?" You asked, not ready to talk about your issues quite yet.

He had just taken a huge bite of ice cream, so you had to wait for his answer. "They're good. Tucked in bed already at home. I've got the neighbor watching them for a while."

"I'm sorry you had to leave them." You told him.

"Don't be. I wanted to be here for you. Besides, they love the neighbors. It's an older couple who act like grandparents towards them, spoiling them with cookies and other sweets."

"That's good. I bet your neighbors love having kids to spoil. And they're great kids." You told him, watching his face light up at the praise of his kids.

He sipped some of his wine, before turning to you. "As much as I love talking about my kids, that's not what I really came over for."

Setting your almost empty ice cream container on the coffee table, you turned to face him, tucking your feet underneath you. "My boss is moving to California. She leaves Wednesday, which gave her no time to give me any warning. So as of tonight I am now unemployed."

He nodded, his arm reaching forward so he could tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. "That sucks. It really does. What are you going to do now?"

You shrugged, the thought of going out there, and trying to find another job. It had been the perfect job. You had loved the kids, you had the freedom of having the weekends off, and your boss had trusted you enough to start your videos. Which was now thrown out the door. "I don't know." You said quietly, staring down at your lap.

You felt his hand move to your thigh, his touch comforting. "Hey, we will figure something out. Because you're not in this alone."

You smiled up at him. "Thanks Misha." 

"No, really. I have an idea." He said, his voice conveying his excitement. He stood up, standing in front of you in his faded jeans, and plain gray t-shirt. "Come stay with us tonight." He said, and you stared at him in surprise.

"What?" You asked, a little confused.

"Why don't you come stay with us tonight. Then tomorrow you could watch the kids for me." He told you, seeming proud of himself at the idea.

You took a sip of wine, the idea of spending the night with Misha making your heart flutter. "But what about your baby sitter? Won't she be watching the kids tomorrow."

He shook his head, his excitement making the move seem a little over the top, and you felt yourself fall a little bit at how adorable he was being. "No. You see, she quit on us yesterday. Said something about West ruining her cooking for the last time. So that's why the neighbors are watching the kids tonight. This works out perfectly. I was wondering what I was going to do tomorrow."

"But it doesn't seem right." You told him, hating the fact that your words made his smile fall into a frown.

"What doesn't. You don't have a job, I need a baby sitter. You can even do your videos with West and Maison. They will love it!" He pleaded with you.

"True, but you being my boss. I mean, I don't know exactly what's going on between us, but won't that make this a little awkward?" You asked.

He thought about your question, and in a way you hoped you didn't mess things up, because you would love to spend more time with West and Maison. "I know we haven't known each other very long, but you have become a very important person in my life, and I don't want to lose you. But I don't think having you around everyday, watching the kids, will ruin our relationship. Can't we at least try it?" 

You nodded, knowing that you would have never truly said no in the first place. "Yes, I would like to try it."

"Good. Now there is one more thing. I know you love having your own place, but it might be easier all around if you just moved in. Of course you'd have your own room and everything, but it would be easier for the kids." He told you, his eyes gazing into your own, as he grasped your hand, waiting to see what you would say.