Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Don't Leave

"You love me?" You stuttered, shocked but ecstatic at the same time. You had a hard time believing this wonderful, amazing man in front of you felt the same for you as you did for him.

"I really do." He answered, smiling, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek before leaning in and pressing his lips softly to yours. It was funny, but now that the two of you had just confessed your love for each other, this kiss felt different. It felt more connected, more tender and sweet. You weren't sure if you were imagining things, or if Misha felt the difference as well.

It was a short kiss, and soon he was pulling back, a contented smile upon his face. "I still can't believe I can do that whenever I want." He told you, and you felt yourself blushing at the thought of doing that, and much more. But even though you had just told him you loved him, you still wanted to keep things slow. It still felt too good to be true, and you didn't want to push your luck.

"I'm glad about that too." You admitted, just as a tiny knock sounded on your door.

"Y/N?" You heard West say, his voice a little timid and nervous, nothing like the boisterous boy he usually was.

You hopped off of the bed, hurrying to the door, Misha right behind you. Opening the door, you were surprised when West slammed his tiny body to yours, holding you tight. You let him get comfort from the touch before you squatted down, getting down on his level. "Hey buddy, what's up?"

Whatever it was, it must of been terrifying, because his eyes were full of tears, and his lower lip was trembling. "I had a bad dream."

You took his hand in yours, and pulled him over to the bed, setting him down on it, before sitting next to him. You glanced quickly at Misha, surprised to see him still standing at the door, a look of indecision on his face. You knew he wanted to comfort his son, but he also saw that West wanted you,

"Do you want to tell me about it?" You asked West, and he nodded, cuddling tight to you. 

"In my dream I woke up, and went to find you. But Dad said you were gone, and you were never coming back. You're not going to leave us, are you Y/N? Everyone leaves us, the babysitters, Mom." He cried, and you felt your heart breaking for this poor kid. 

"Of course I'm not leaving you." You promised him, your gaze on Misha. You hoped you weren't lying to the kid. "It was just a bad dream, that's all." You comforted him.

"Come on West, let's get you back in bed." Misha said, finally speaking up. West heard him, and looked up to his dad with his red eyes.

"Dad, please don't make Y/N leave." West pleaded, climbing off the bed and slowly making his way towards his dad.

"I won't make her leave. But West, we can't force her to stay if she doesn't want to." Misha said, giving you a hooded glance, and you wondered what had just happened to change the mood in the room. Just minutes ago you had been confessing your love to each other, and now Misha was acting as if you were planning on leaving right that second.

"Y/N, you don't want to leave, do you? I know I haven't been very nice, but please. We can do a video tomorrow, just don't leave." West said, turning his puppy dog look on you.

"Of course I'm not leaving." You promised. "But West, let your Dad get you back in bed. We can talk more in the morning."

West nodded, clearly already half asleep once again. Misha picked him up easily in his arms, before turning to look at you. "Goodnight Y/N." He told you, before shutting the door behind him.

"Night Misha." You said, but you weren't sure if he had heard you or not.

Once both Collins boys were out of your room, you turned the light off, cuddling into your bed. It had been a weird day, and you were exhausted. As you let your eyes drift shut, you found yourself wishing that tomorrow would be another good day.

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A pounding on your door woke you up. "Y/N, wake up!" Maison was yelling, before she opened the door and jumped onto your bed.

"I'm awake." You muttered, rubbing your eyes. 

"Daddy made cakes." She told you, bouncing up and down on your bed.

Yawning, you pulled her down, tickling her sides, making her squeal. "Alright squirt, let's go get breakfast." You told her, letting her go. She ran giggling out the door, and you slid out of bed. Quickly changing into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, you threw your hair in a ponytail before making your way down the stairs. You could hear both kids giggling, and Misha using some sort of a fake voice, playing with both kids.

As you rounded the corner, you saw both kids sitting at the counter, stuffing their faces full of pancakes. Misha, who was currently wearing a pink frilly apron, was flipping pancakes at the stove. He saw you enter the kitchen the same time as he tried to flip one high in the air, and you chuckled as it landed on his head.

"Again Daddy!" Maison yelled, laughing at her Dad. You peeled it off his head, shaking your head at his silliness. 

He was busy pouring batter for another into the pan, but you leaned over, stealing a piece of bacon from the warming tray. "Hey!" He yelled, but you just shrugged giving him a wink.

Once his hands were empty, he came forward, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Eww!" West exclaimed, and you laughed.

Misha didn't seem to mind that he had an audience, he kept his arms firmly around you, placing his chin on the top of your head.

You squirmed out of his arms, not because you didn't like it, but because you were starving. "Breakfast?" You asked hopefully, and Misha shook his head at you, before handing you a plate and pointing you to the chair next to Maison. You sat down, and he filled your plate with fluffy pancakes and crisp bacon. 

By this time both kids were done eating, and they hopped off of the chairs. "Guys, why don't you go play outside." Misha suggested, and they complied, running outside, leaving you and Misha alone.

Misha was holding a pancake, eating it plain, while you poured syrup over yours. "So, about last night." He started. "Thank you for being there for West."

"It's no problem. I didn't mind at all." You told him, before taking a bite.

He finished off his pancake, wiping his hands on the apron, before rubbing the back of his head nervously. "I just wanted to talk to you about it. I know he put you in a tough spot. And I just wanted to say, even though you said you loved me, I don't expect you to stick around just because he asked you too." He muttered.

"Misha, what are you talking about?" You asked, your breakfast forgotten. "Are you expecting me to leave?"

He sighed, obviously frustrated with the way he was taking this conversation. "It's not that. It's just, I don't want you to feel obligated to stay, just because West begged you too."

"Misha, I..." You started, but he interrupted you.

"I know this whole relationship is new. You're the first woman I've had a relationship with after Vicki died, and I know it's confusing for both me, and for the kids. But I don't want you to feel that you have to stick around, because of the kids."

"Misha, it was very sweet that West asked to me stay. But, I wouldn't make myself stay just because of him. Kids bounce back, quicker than you think. But I want to stay. Because I love you, and I love your kids."

He seemed relieved at your words. "It's just, we haven't had that great of luck with anything. And when West said that, last night, it got me thinking about how everyone has seemed to leave us. Vicki included. It scared me to think that you could leave us too, at any time."

You couldn't believe how small, and insecure Misha seemed at that moment. You had always considered him such a brave, and secure man, not afraid to be whatever he wanted, never fearing what people thought. Dropping your fork, you slid off of your seat, moving around the counter and wrapping your arms tightly around Misha. Tilting your head up so you could stare into his eyes, you said softly, "Misha, I promise I don't want to leave you. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I want to be here. With you. Please believe that." Stepping up on your tip toes, you pressed your lips firmly to his, hoping that your action would speak louder than your words.