Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Wedding Frustrations

"No, I didn't order four dozen sunflowers!" You argued for what seemed like the tenth time. The florist handling your wedding was on the phone, and they had messed up your order. "I ordered four dozen (your favorite flowers), not sunflowers."

You heard them apologizing on the other end of the phone, as they rushed to make things right. Brushing your hair back from your face, you glanced out the window, noticing West pushing his sister down in the backyard.

After promising to get your flowers switched, and in time for your wedding,  you went outside to comfort a crying Maison.

"West, what happened?" You asked him, hoping he would come clean so you wouldn't have to argue with him.

"She fell. She's a baby." He started off, and you turned to face him in surprise. You hadn't expected him to lie to you right to your face.

"West, I was at the window. Now I will give you one more chance to explain." You warned, and you could literally see him square his shoulders and tilt his head up. It was plain to see he was going to stick with his story, and wasn't going to give in.

"I told you. She fell." He smarted off, daring you to argue with him, as you pulled a still crying Maison into your arms.

"West, it makes me sad that you can't tell me the truth. I want you to go sit at the table, no toys, until you're ready to tell me the truth."

He stomped off, slamming the door and you watched to make sure he went to the table. When he did, you turned back to Maison.

"Are you okay sweetie?" You asked Maison, who sniffled and wiped her nose on your clean blue shirt.

"No." She whined, and you carried her inside. Sitting her down on the couch, you grabbed a sippy cup of juice, handing it to her. While she sipped and calmed down, you checked for injuries. Finding none, you turned on her favorite TV station.

Turning back into the kitchen, you sighed when your phone went off. "Hello?" You asked tiredly.

"Y/N, this is Emilia from the dress shop. I wanted to let you know your dress came in, but in a cream, not the eggshell you had requested."

Your energy drained, you dropped to the floor, your head in your hand. "And what can we do about it?" You asked, too frustrated to be mad.

You heard the nervousness of the clerk, as she spoke to someone on her side. "We ordered a new one, in the right color." She said, her voice fading off in the end.

"And?" You asked, just wanting to get the bad news over with as quickly as possible. Like taking a band aid off, it was better just to hear it all at once. 

"We aren't sure it will be here in time." She said, her voice full of guilt and sadness. "Of course, we won't charge you for the second one, and we've given you a huge discount on the first one. That is, if you want to keep it just in case."

Sighing, you ran your hands through your hair again, wincing when your ring got stuck in the tangles. "Yeah, keep it. What else am I going to do if the other doesn't get here in time."

After apologizing again, she hung up, and you sat there, wondering what else  was going to go wrong today. Everything had been going so well, until today, and you wanted nothing more than to go crawl into bed and forget about all your troubles.

You knew it wasn't possible, that you had two kids to watch out for, but you were tired, and done with dealing with bad news, and you weren't sure you could handle anything else. It was then you heard West's laughter, and Maison's screams. Almost growling in frustration, you stood up, and strode quickly into the living room. West had a pillow in his hands, and he was currently smacking his sister with it. A sister who was trying to hide from him, tear streaks still on her face.

"West!" You exclaimed, using the deep and stern voice that you hated to use. It stopped him dead in his tracks, and he looked at you, finally looking guilty. "Put the pillow down now and apologize to your sister."

"No." He muttered, and you had enough. Grabbing the pillow from him, you tossed it on the couch before grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs. You walked past his room, opening up the door to the spare room. 

"If you can't listen, you can sit in here and calm down." You said, and he looked at you in shock. 

"I want my room." He argued.

"Nope. You'd only play. Now you can't come out unless I tell you, and I will be paying attention." You warned. 

Stepping back down the stairs, you leaned against the wall, tears threatening to pool in your eyes. It was then you heard the garage door open, and you turned your head to see Misha walking through the door. He came over to you, ready to pull you into his arms when he noticed your face.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He asked, his face crinkled with worry.

His question burst the damn on your tears, and you couldn't hold them back any longer. Between crying, you explained everything, and he listened, not interrupting at all. Once you were done, he reached up, brushing a tear from your face. "Man, that is a horrible day." He said, and you nodded.

"Come on." He ordered, pulling gently on your hand. You had no strength to resist, and you followed him as he led you up the stairs, and into your room. Letting go, he went into the bathroom, and you soon heard the sound of water running. He came back, and pulled you forward. "Relax and take a bath. I'll work on taking care of the rest." He ordered, before leaving you alone. 

A bath was too much to resist, and you stripped before climbing into the warm water. Within moments you felt your muscles relaxing, and some of the stress fading away. Once the water turned cool, you slipped out, wrapping a towel around yourself. Entering the bedroom, you saw your pajama's laid out on the bed, along with a note.

"Once your done, come on down to the living room. I've a surprise for you." It read.

Slipping on your flannel sleep pants and the t-shirt, your bare feet padded down the stairs. All the lights were either off or dimmed, and you carefully made your way into the living room. Candles flickered on every available spot, and a tub of ice cream, along with popcorn was on the coffee table. Misha had changed into a pair of sweatpants, and one of his favorite old ratted t-shirts. He had the TV playing softly in front of him, and you saw the menu for your favorite movie.

"I thought you could use a relaxing night." He told you, and you nodded.

"But what about the kids?" You asked him as you settled next to him.

"At the neighbors for the night. And West wanted me to give this to you." He said, handing you a note. You read the scribbled note, seeing that West had apologized for his behavior. "I'm sorry he acted the way he did. Not to make excuses, but now that you're a familiar figure, especially one that he looks up to, he's going to test the boundaries."

You nodded your head against his chest, your eyes almost closed. "I get it, I really do. But it was his behavior on top of the wedding issues that were too much for me." You admitted.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "And I'm sorry you have to do that, and take care of the kids. I know they are in school part time, but still, it's hard. I wish filming wasn't as time consuming."

You snuggled closer. "It's alright Misha. I know what I signed up for. But there are days that I'm going to need something like this. Especially being held in your arms."

"Anytime." He promised, before pressing play on the movie.