Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Comfort

You knew you shouldn't let what those two girls say bother you. Understanding that was easy, but actually doing that, not so much. Their words dug deep, making all the good memories fall to the back of your mind as they rang over and over again.

You hadn't even thought about the fans reactions to you being in his video. After all, the two of you hadn't even really announced your relationship yet. But you hadn't expected that sort of reaction, the utter disdain and rudeness that had leaked off of them as they glared your way. They hadn't even been careful in their hatred of you, they had wanted you to see it.

Clutching your pillow tightly to your chest, you let the sobs tear out of you. It was hard, when someone was rude to you like that. You always tried to be a kind, and considerate, and other people's words always hurt your more than they should. 

You were so lost in your own pain, that you didn't hear the gentle knock on the door, or even the creak when it opened. But you did feel the gentle hand, as Misha rested it on your shoulder. "Y/N, you're scaring me. Tell me what's wrong."

You felt the bed sag as he sat down next to you, and you rolled over, letting him pull you into his arms. You tucked your head into his chest, the sobs continuing as you had a hard time catching your breath. You felt Misha rubbing your back, soothing circles that helped calm you down. Minutes passed by, and slowly your crying slowed down, enough that you could breathe and relax a little.

Noticing you had calmed down, Misha tilted your face so he could see you. You wanted to duck back under, and press your face to his chest. You knew you must look a sight, with your red eyes, and mascara dripping down your face. But he kept a gentle pressure on your chin, his eyes full of worry and concern. "Care to tell me what that was about?"

"It's stupid." You muttered, wanting nothing more than to wallow in your own misery. You loved knowing that Misha cared about you enough to be concerned, but you didn't want him to see you like that.

He let go of your chin then, and you sank back into the comfort of his chest, his arms once again wrapped around you, his chin resting on the top of your head. "It must be something if it got you this upset. I don't care how stupid it is, maybe it will make you feel better to talk about it." He prompted you.

Without his deep gaze on you, it was a little easier for the words to get out. "I just overheard a couple of girls talking today. I let it get to me a little more than I should have." You said, trying to skirt around the issue, not wanting Misha to know the real reason.

"Come On Y/N, that's not all of it." He said, not giving in. "What did those girls say?"

You sighed. "They were fans of yours. And they recognized me from the video. I guess they don't like me. They said I was just a fling, that you would never stay with a girl like me. And that I probably did some favors to get in your video." You told him, the tears starting to well up again while you remembered those horrible girls. "And I know it's stupid to get upset over words, but I couldn't help it."

You felt his arms tighten around you as you spoke, and you knew what those girls had said, upset him too. "That's the worse thing about my job. I love it, and the fans so much. But they can be a little obsessive. But it's not because they hate you. Hell, they don't even know you yet. They are just jealous, and they should be. Because you have my heart, and they never will." He told you, his words having the effect he wanted. They calmed you down, making you see that he was right.

"But they don't actually know I'm with you. That we love each other." You said.

"That's right, you haven't seen the video. Come on, wipe those tears, and let's go watch it. I think that will answer a lot of your questions." He said, pulling back from you, his callused finger surprisingly soft as he wiped away the last of your tears.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, grabbing his hand as he pulled you up. He didn't let go, holding onto it tight as he led you down the stairs and into his study. "Where are the kids?" You asked him, amazed at how quiet the house was.

"They're over at the neighbors. I was so worried about you, I figured it was a good idea to get them out of the house for a little bit." He said, squeezing your hand. He pulled out his desk chair, sitting down before pulling you down so you were sitting on his lap. His laptop was still open, and reaching around you, he had the video pulled up with a couple of clicks.

"Here, watch and see." He said, turning the volume up. Your mood immediately brightened as you watched West attack his dad with the flour, watching as Misha turned on you. It showed all four of you covered in flour as West did most of the mixing and baking.

It wasn't the baking that had you so enraptured with the video. It was the interaction between you and Misha that had you riveted to the screen. Little touches here and there, like Misha leaning over and tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Or a hand on your lower back. The glances between you and Misha were often, and either sweet, or steamy. It was easy to see from the video that you and Misha were more than friends, so easy that you were sure anyone who watched could figure that out. 

"Wow." You breathed, as Misha ran his hand up and down your arm, before pulling you back to lean against his chest.

"I didn't realize we were sending googly eyes at each other until I started editing. But anyone who sees this should realize you are more than just a fling to me. That we both care deeply for each other." He explained, and you nodded, agreeing with him.

"There will always be fans like that, won't there?" You asked him, tilting your head back so it rested against his shoulder. The video had worked, had calmed you down, but your fears of being hated, and ridiculed were still there.

"I hate to say it, but probably. They are a passionate group, and I love them. But maybe, once they say how happy I truly am with you, they will be happy for the both of us, and welcome you into the family." He told you.

"Are we going to do that by doing more videos?" You asked him, as he leaned down to kiss your cheek.

His mouth stayed next to your ear, nibbling on it, before he whispered into it. "No, I was thinking you should come to the convention with me, this weekend. Let them see you, and you can see them. Most of them are sweet, and smart. And they would love you."