Wrong Or Right (Jensen X Reader & Misha X Reader)

Talking With Misha

You sat there quietly, waiting for him to sit down, thinking the words out in your head before you tried to speak them. You heard the outtake of breath as he sat down across from you, and moving your gaze from your feet to him, you saw his pale face. His shoulders were slumped, a frown marring his face, a look of utter sadness and defeat on his face.

"Misha." You started to speak, but he stopped you.

"Listen Y/N, I know what you've already picked, and I just want to say thank you for attempting to talk to me afterwards." He muttered, and you sat there shocked. Misha thought that you had picked Jensen, and was already resigning himself to that fact.

"Misha, wait!" You exclaimed, as he stood up to leave. "You have no idea what I picked. Sit down, so we can talk."

He sat down, but the sullen look stayed on his face. He didn't say anything else, but sat there, his hands on his knees.

"Misha, I didn't pick Jensen." You started off  with, wanting to relieve some of the stress he was feeling.

"But the two of you talked for so long, I figured..." He started, his eyes big and full of hope.

You nodded, scooting forward in your chair, your painful ribs reminding you that wasn't a good choice. "We did talk, a long time. About how Jensen was always more invested in our relationship than I was. How we started out as friends, but then we thought we'd try something more. But it didn't work, at least for me. Jensen said he knew this would happen, someday. And that he was glad it was with someone like you."

Misha wiped his hand across his mouth, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times, unable to speak. You took pity on him. "Misha, what I had with Jensen was special. I love him, but those feelings were more of a friend than a lover. But my feelings towards you? They run deep, and hot, and we are only at the beginning of our relationship. Who knows what happens when we are actually given a chance to explore those feelings."

"I never thought this is what I would hear when I came out here. I stayed in your house, in your living room, imagining with horror all the nice ways you would try to say you were staying with Jensen. Then I thought of rushing out here, and telling you to stay with him. I didn't want to be the one to break up your relationship. I love you Y/N, but Jensen means a lot to me too." Misha said, and you could tell how much he had been hurting while waiting.

"I know." You agreed quietly. "But Jensen said, that given time, he will try to make the friendship thing work, with both of us. I know it's going to be hard, but hopefully we can all move past this."

Misha dropped your hand, before grabbing you and pulling you over onto his lap, holding you tight to his chest. You held in the moan from the pain the movement caused, not wanting to upset him. You just wanted to soak in the feel of his arms wrapped around you. "I hope so. But I can't tell you enough how grateful I am that you are giving this, us, a chance to work. You will never forget it. I promise you." He said, before pressing his chapped lips to your soft ones. It was nothing like the first kisses the two of you had shared. While those had been hurried, with you fighting your urge the entire time, this one was sweet, full of an emotion the two of you had been to rushed to feel. 

"I can't believe your mine. That I can kiss you whenever I want. Or touch you." He murmured in your ear, running his hand up and down your arm, sending goosebumps throughout your body. "It feels so right."

You had to admit, it did feel right. Now that you weren't trying to stay with Jensen, or fighting your desire for Misha, you saw him in a different light. You saw how deeply blue his eyes were in the moonlight, how his chin was strong and angular. How he gazed down at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

"Misha?" You said his name softly. 

"Hmm." He asked, before bending down and nibbling on your neck. 

"Can we go back to your place? It doesn't feel right, staying here, in the house I built with Jensen." You told him truthfully. It really didn't. Jensen was everywhere in this house. He had been through every step of the decorating with you, and while you weren't officially cheating on him, it still felt wrong.

"Of course." He answered quickly, before helping you to your feet. "Let's get some of your stuff, and then we can go." 

Holding your hand, he guided you back into the house. "Misha, can you grab my pain pills and stuff? They're in the kitchen. First cupboard on the left."

He nodded, leaving you to make the slow climb to your room. Opening it, you looked around, noticing all the little symbols of your marriage with Jensen. There was the picture of the two of you, hanging over the dresser, from your wedding. On your nightstand was a picture from your honeymoon. Your clothes intermingled with his, and it made you hurt, to know that you were ending this. In your heart you knew it was the right thing, but it was still hard, and you felt tears gathering in your eyes as you reached up and grabbed a suitcase from your closet. Throwing in whatever you could think of, you brushed away tears as you zipped it back up.

Dragging it down the stairs, you saw Misha waiting for you at the bottom. Without a word he took it from you, and the two of you left through the front door. As he carried your suitcase to his car, you turned to look at was once your home. You weren't sure if it ever would be again. You felt sad, that this part of your life was ending. It was hard to take in, and you felt the tears start to gather in your eyes once again.

Feeling arms wrapping around you from behind you, you leaned back into Misha's strong, sturdy chest. "I'm sorry. It's just harder than I thought it would be."

He leaned down, pressing his lips to your temple. "I wouldn't expect anything different. You're leaving a part of your life behind, and that has to hurt. But I will be with you, and I will support you through all of this. I love." He whispered into your ear, making you smile.

"I love you too. And I can't wait to see where the second part of my life leads." You told him, before sliding into his car.