Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Life is Great

Yawning, you rolled over, before an arm stopped you. You heard mumbling before the arm pulled you tighter to a warm body with legs tangeled with yours.

"No, its too early" Misha grumbled, burying his head in your head. Turning in his arms, you came face to face with a tired and grumpy Misha.

"Misha, you need to get up. Filming starts again today." You told him but truthfully you didn't want him to get up either. You wanted to stay in bed with him, for as long as the kids let you.

"Having you move into my room was the best decision and the worst." Misha said, his eyes still closed.

Leaning up on your elbows, you gazed down at the rumpled man below you. "And what do you mean about that?" You teased.

Rubbing a hand across his face, he opened his eyes, the blue brighter than the crayon Maison had used to draw on the wall. "I absolutely love having you here every night with me. To talk to, and hold, and you know what else. But I hate it on mornings like today, when I have to go to work and I want nothing more than to hold you in my arms."

"Well, I could always move back into my room." You taunted, and with a growl he pulled you down onto his chest.

"I don't think so." He whispered into your ear, before capturing your lips with his own. You kissed him back for a moment, enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, before pulling back.

"As much as I would like to continue that, you really need to get ready." You said, pulling yourself away from his arms, and sliding out of bed. Grabbing your robe, you tied the sash, just as a moaning Misha climbed out of bed, walking slower than a turtle to the bathroom. Walking over to him, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Why don't you go get ready, and I'll fix you some breakfast." You suggested.

He nodded, and you left the room. Opening Maison's door, you peeked in to make sure she was still asleep. Chuckling quietly at the sight in front of you, you slipped inside, before tucking the blanket back around her. 

West was next, and he was still asleep, cuddled into his safari blanket. Shutting his door, you made your way down stairs, turning the coffee pot on before turning music on shuffle.

Humming along to the music, you move to the fridge, grabbing ingredients for a quick omelet. Hearing your favorite song start playing, you swish your hips to the beat. You can't place your finger on it, but something this morning has you in a great mood. 

As you crack the eggs into the bowl, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, a warm and wonderful smelling body wrapping tight up against yours. "I love watching you shake those hips." Misha whispers into your ear as he sets the rhythm up again. Leaning back into him, you let him guide your body, back and forth to the music before suddenly he twirls you in his arms, so your front is plastered against his.

"We really should go out one night, dancing." He whispers, as he glides you across the kitchen floor. But as much as you enjoyed being held in his arms, dancing with him, you knew he only had a short amount of time before he was due on set.

Placing your hand on his cheek, you smiled warmly up at him. "That sounds amazing. But for now, let's get you some breakfast going."

"If you have too." He grumbled, dropping his head against your neck, nibbling your tender spot.

"Misha!" You exclaimed, before stepping back. "You keep that up, you will never make it to set on time."

"I don't care." He said, but he let go of you and made himself a cup of coffee. 

You quickly made his omelet, setting it in front of him, before standing there with your own cup of coffee. 

"What? Aren't you going to eat too?" He asked you.

"I'll eat with the kids." You told him, and he nodded.

"So, what are your plans for today?" He asked with a mouth full of egg. 

You just shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe start on wedding plans? It's been over a week since you proposed, and we haven't set a date or anything."

Taking a sip of coffee, he squinted his eyes at you. "Y/N, I want this to be special for you. I want it to be exactly what you want. If you want a huge wedding in the biggest church, go for it. If you want to get married in front of the whales at the aquarium, I don't care. I want you to do whatever makes you happy. And that includes picking the date."

Setting your coffee cup down, you leaned forward so your eyes were level with his. "Are you sure? Because it's a day for the both of us, and I want it to be special for you."

He sighed. "Listen, I've already had one wedding, two if you count my renewal in the produce section. I want this to be special for you. Because if it's special for you, then it will be special for me. I want you to have this amazing wedding, because it's going to be your only one." He said. "You're never going to be able to get rid of me."

You scooted forward, giving him a quick peck on the lips, tasting his coffee, and a little bit of the onions from his omelet. "You are such an amazing man. How did I get so lucky?"

He stood up, taking his plate and putting it in the sink before coming over and wrapping you in a hug. "I think you have that all wrong. How did I get so lucky to have such an amazing, loving woman in my life?"

You blushed, just as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. "Now, I've really got to get going. Give the kids love from me, and don't have too much fun. But I expect to see a date written down when I get home."