Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Confession Time

"Really?" Was his answer to your statement, a simple sentence that could change your life, and his. But it was the expression in his eyes that was saying way more than his words ever could. His eyes were a mix of fear, and hopefulness, along with something else you weren't sure you were ready to name quite yet.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to blurt it out." You said, sliding off of the lounge, ready to run inside and hide your face. You weren't ready to hear his answer, to hear how he would try to placate you with words instead of emotions. You had gotten around the chair, and was making your way to the door when he stood up and grasped your hand, stopping you.

"Wait, where are you going?" He asked, but you couldn't look at him. Your face was bright red with embarrassment, and you didn't want him to see you like that.

"I just.. I'm just going to go up to my room. Where I can bury my head under my pillow." You told him, the words at the end quiet and mumbled.

"No. You can't just say something like that, and then just take off." He told you, pulling you backwards until your knees touched the side of the lounge and you landed on it with a plop. "Please." He added at the end.

Feeling humiliated at yourself, you stayed put, your face pointing downwards, your hair covering your face. "Hey." You heard him say softly, before you felt the brush of his fingers against your neck as he brushed your hair back, tucking it behind your ear so he could see your face. "Don't be embarrassed. Let's talk." He said, his voice surprisingly calm.

"I'm so sorry. I never meant to say those words. At least this early. It's just I've never felt this way before, and seeing you earlier, surprising your kids, it all just kind of hit me. And then I freaked out, and I made matters worse..." You babbled on, but you quickly stopped when he took your face and tilted it his way before pressing his lips quickly against yours.

"There, that's better. Now have a sip of wine and let's talk about this." He said, handing you your glass as you sat there, silent for the first time since you had said those three words. Taking a sip, you let the alcohol soothe your frazzled nerves. "Better? Now, first of all. I am extremely honored that you shared those words with me. Never feel bad for saying them. Do you understand me?" He asked, and you nodded. "Good. Now, I know you think it's too early in our relationship, but I don't. Our relationship has been on the fast track ever since I messaged you the first day, and I don't mind at all. Why does the speed of a relationship matter, as long as we are both happy about the way it's going?"

"I'm just scared." You admitted. "I've never been very good with relationships, have never really gotten to the point where I've felt like I could really say those words and mean it. And here we are, our relationship still new, and I've already said them."

"Did you mean them?" He asked you.

You went quiet, looking deep inside yourself. Did you truly mean them, or did you just blurt them? Did you truly love him? "Yes, I mean them." You answered quietly.

"Then don't take them back. Don't tarnish the love behind them by second guessing them. Live in the moment, and bask in the fact that you finally feel comfortable enough with someone to say them out loud." He told you, taking your hand and grasping it in his own. 

"Okay." You said, breathing a little easier now, knowing that Misha was right. You shouldn't take away the beauty that laid behind those words just because you were scared.

"I..." Misha stared to say, but was interrupted by the sound of Maison crying. "Can we finish this later?" He asked, and you nodded, watching as he bounded into the house and up the stairs. When he was gone, you gulped down the rest of your wine, before taking your glass, and his into the kitchen. Setting them into the sink, you made your way up the stairs, glancing in Maison's room to see Misha sitting on the edge of her bed, with Maison wrapped in his arms. He was softly singing her a song, and you quietly shut the door before moving on towards your room. 

Shutting your door behind you, you stripped on your way to the bathroom, deciding a warm shower would be the perfect thing to relax you before you tried to fall asleep for the night. You still felt restless and uneasy from everything that had gone on recently. Turning the water on warm, you stepped inside, letting the water pound against your shoulders. It felt amazing and soon you started relaxing.

You weren't sure how long you were in the shower, but you did know you felt calm, more relaxed than you had before. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you stepped out of the bathroom, just as you heard a light knock on your door. "Y/N, are you still awake?" Misha said from the other side of the door.

"Just a minute," You answered, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself as you glanced frantically around your room, looking for your pajama's. As you opened a drawer, you heard the handle click, as Misha let himself in. Just as you grabbed one of your long sleep shirts, he stepped inside, and you turned to face him, your face bright red as you realized you stood in front of him with nothing but a towel covering you.

"I'm sorry. I knocked, but I didn't hear anything. I just wanted to come check on you. We ended our conversation pretty abruptly earlier." He said, his eyes never leaving your face, his face a little flushed.

"It's okay. Let me just get dressed." You told him, holding the towel tight around you as you backed into the bathroom. Slipping the shirt on, you were grateful it came to your knees, because in your haste to grab clothes you had forgotten underwear. Feeling a little undressed and awkward, you stepped back out into the room, tugging the shirt down as far as it could go. Misha was sitting on the side of your bed, and you slid into the other side, pulling the covers over your legs.

"What did you want to talk about?" You asked nervously. While in the shower it had occurred to you that while you had admitted your feelings for him, he hadn't had the chance to do the same. Your self consciousness had you wondering if he hadn't said anything because he didn't feel the same way, or because he was trying to make you feel better.

"Well, to me it seemed like we left the conversation hanging, and not at a good spot either." He started off, while you nervously nibbled on your lip. "I never had the chance to tell you my side."

"You don't have to if you don't want to. Or if you're not ready. I don't want you to feel pushed just because I said something." You answered quickly, your nerves forcing your words together so they were almost unintelligible.

"Will you just let me talk?" He huffed at you, and you turned silent, your hands nervously working the hem of the sheet.

"While I was gone this weekend at the convention, I had a lot of time to think. And Jared had a lot of fun helping me understand my feelings." He said. "It made me realize how important you are in my life, how I can't imagine life without you in it. Then, seeing how well you were doing with my kids, it just hardened those feelings."

"And?" You asked, your heart beating erratically. 

"And, I've come to love you too." He told you, as a huge smile grew on your face. "I love how sweet and kind you are. I love the way your eyes shine when you talk about something you love. I love how sweet and patient you are with my kids. I know this might be soon, but on the way back from the convention I promised myself I wouldn't hide these feelings from you."