Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Doubt

The next morning you were up with the sun, restless and ready to get going for the day. You usually weren't one to be up with the birds, but you had woken up, and no matter what you couldn't go back to sleep. Groaning, you changed into a pair of shorts, along with a tank top, making your way down the stairs, wanting to surprise everyone with breakfast.

The house was eerily quiet, the sunlight filtering in through the closed blinds lighting your way. You turned to head into the kitchen, when you noticed a light peeking out from under the closed door of Misha's study. Surprised to see that he was already up, you quickly went into the kitchen, turning the coffee pot on. Waiting for it to perk, you got down the coffee cups, adding creamer and sugar to it. By the time you were done, so was the coffee, and you carried it down the short hallway. With your hands full, you used your elbow to knock on the door, not wanting to bother him if he was too busy.

"Come in." He answered, and you pushed the door open. He was seated at his desk, his laptop open in front of him as he ran his fingers through his hair. He looked up at you, his blue eyes tired from staring at the computer screen too long. "Coffee?" He asked hopefully.

Nodding, you placed it down in front of him, before perching on the edge of his desk. "Have you been in here all night?" You asked him, even though you already had an inkling as to what his answer would be. His hair was standing on end, and his cheeks were dark with the beginnings of a beard. His eyes were a little red, and the crows feet along the side of them were a little more prominent than usual.

"Yeah." He muttered, before taking a sip of his coffee and moaning in pleasure. "You are an Angel. Thank you for bringing me this. What time is it anyways?"

You glanced up at his clock. "Only about 6:30. The kids are still sound asleep." You told him, and he groaned.

"6:30? I've been in here since 11:00 last night working on our cooking video. It's almost done." He said.

Grabbing his coffee cup, you put it down in front of him. "Come on. Let's get you in bed, and you can relax for the morning. I'll get the kids up, and we will go do something, get them out of the house so you can have peace and quiet." You told him, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind you.

He followed you without a word, showing exactly how tired he was. You led him up to his room, gently pushing him inside before following him in. He just stood there like a lost puppy, and you pushed him so he was sitting on the bed. Leaning down, you undid his shoes, tossing them behind you, before grabbing the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms, and you slid the shirt off of him, trying not to stare at his chest as each inch was revealed. He might be older than you, but he kept himself toned, his body in better shape than men half his age. You glanced down at his jeans next, a little timid and unsure. While the two of you were in a relationship, you hadn't gotten past the make out stage yet, and you hadn't had a lot of experience with men.

He didn't seem to notice your hesitation. Instead, he groaned as he stood up, unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down, leaving him in a pair of tight, navy blue boxer briefs. His legs were just as muscular as the rest of him, and you had a hard time pulling your eyes away. But you did, and you pulled the sheets back, smiling as he fell into them. Pulling them back over, you quietly made your way out of his room, shutting his door.

It was then you were met by two kids. Both West and Maison were awake, and ready to head into their Dad's room.

"Is Dad awake yet?" West asked, looking around you to the door.

"He had a rough night. So we are going to leave him alone today." You said, ushering both kids back down the hallway. "Now get dressed. We will grab breakfast out somewhere, then how about a trip to the zoo?"

Both kids seemed extremely excited, jumping up and down in the hallway. Shushing them, you guided them back into their rooms, with a promise to leave their dad alone. You returned to yours, making yourself a little more presentable for a day out and about.

Within twenty minutes the three of you were loaded into Misha's car, each one of you with a doughnut in hand as you made your way to the zoo. It might not be the best breakfast, but it was the easiest one you could think of.

You hadn't been to the zoo in a long time, and you were sure you enjoyed it just as much as West and Maison. When you arrived, you rented one of their special strollers, the ones that were made to look like animals, with a sun shade on top. Maison rode inside, while West held your hand. The three of you had a great time wandering around, getting lost, and seeing all the different animals around the huge space.

When West finally started showing signs of getting tired, you decided to stop for lunch. Quickly ordering sandwiches for the three of you, you sat down under a canopy, enjoying the rest. While West and Maison both munched cheerfully on apple slices, you pulled out your phone to check for messages.

Unsurprisingly, you had three messages, and they were all from Misha. The first one was a simple thank you for taking care of him. The second one was a promise of a date night, just the two of you when you got home. You felt like a teenager at that one, wanting to jump up and down with excitement.  The third one was one telling you that he had finished the video, and had just uploaded it onto Youtube. You were excited, but also a little nervous. Your videos had only garnered a couple thousands viewers so far, while Misha's were usually viewed by millions.

Sighing, you stood up, throwing the rest of your trash away. West followed beside you as you made your way to the gift shop, promising each child a small token because they had behaved so well that day. Maison found a pinked stuffed flamingo, and refused to give it up, while West decided on a stuffed alligator. "Should we get something for your Dad?" You asked them, and both kids nodded. They rummaged throughout the entire store, before West came back holding a huge, stuffed python. "Really? A snake? You think your Dad will like this?" You asked him, and both kids nodded.

Taking their items, you told them to wait for you at the front of the store while you paid. Keeping a careful eye on them, you stood in line, waiting for your turn. It was quiet, and you could hear the snickering of two young girls standing off to the side. They were both young, around 16, and they were staring right at you.

"Isn't that her?" The blonde girl asked, raising her eyebrow as she stared at you.

"Yep. I would recognize her from anywhere. I can't believe she has the nerve to show her face in public." The red head said, and you kept your gaze forward, wondering what you had done to them to make them hate you.

"Kim, you know she won't last. She's just a fling, and soon Misha will be over her. After all, look at her. She's nothing special. I can't believe he even let her be in his video. What special favors did she do to earn that privilege?" They snickered, and you could feel tears start to well up in your eyes at their horrible words.

Pretending you didn't hear them, you quickly paid for the items, before making your way to West and Maison, handing them their animals. "Mom, are you alright?" West asked you, and you nodded, putting on a fake smile for his benefit.

"Yeah, just a little tired. Let's head home." 

He nodded, his young brain more focused on his stuffed alligator. The ride back to the house was filled with the giggles, as they both played with their toys. You stared straight ahead, trying to not let their foolish words get to you, but failing miserably. By the time you pulled into the garage, you had almost made yourself sick.

"Why don't you guys go give your Dad his toy." You told them, watching as they ran off. You quickly rushed inside, past a startled Misha who had his hands full of kids.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He asked you, but you were afraid to speak, afraid that once you opened your mouth sobs would be the only thing coming out. Instead you raced up the stairs, shutting your door and falling on your bed, letting the tears finally fall.