Supernatural Imagines

Love Triangle Misha X Reader X Matt Cohen

Requested by the amazing SheyenneAmbrose

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You toss your dish into the sink of your small kitchen. You had just finished your lunch and today was Saturday. You just wanted a lazy day from work and the public. You leapt onto your couch and turned on the TV.

then your phone buzzed.

You turned it on and sighed. It was from one of your really good friends: Matt Cohen. He was really sweet and you liked having him as a friend. You opened read the text.

'Hey (N/n), I got tickets to the dance at the town hall tonight, I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner?'

You sigh and sit back up. You really liked Matt but today was kind of a lazy day. At the same time you knew that there are other lazy days.

'Sure! Pick me up at seven.'

You turn off your phone and the tv. Matt was just one of those friends you couldn't say no to.

You looked at your clock and it read '3:57'. You had a really late lunch. You got up from your couch and ran your hand through your (H/c) hair.

You walked into your bedroom and rushed to the bathroom. You took off your pyjamas and turned on the shower.

You made sure it was at the right temperature before hopping in. You heard your phone ring but ignored it due to being in the shower.

You turned off the water that soaked your skin and grabbed the towel hanging by your shower.

You dried yourself off then look at your phone. 'One missed call from Misha

You smile and call him again.

Riiiiiing.

Riiiiiing.

Riiiiiing.

"Hello?"

You walk into your bedroom with the phone pressed to your ear. "You called?" You ask him.

"Yep, I was just wondering if we are still on for tonight."

You stop dead in your tracks and feel the blood drain from your face.

"Wh-what?" You ask Misha.

"The dance, I asked you about three days ago." He tells you.

You widen your eyes. "Oh, oh y-yeah of course."

"Great! Pick you up and seven." He says then hangs up.

You toss your phone onto the bed and mentally scream. 'How could I forget about my date with Misha?' you think.

You collect yourself and take in a deep breath. You reassure yourself that you can fix this and that you can be the strong woman that you are.

You walk over to your closet on the east wall and open it. You pull out a (F/c) silk dress that flows down to your feet.

You set it onto your bed and quickly dried the rest of your body. You dropped the towel to the ground and slipped on the dress.

You walked back into the bathroom and grabbed your blow dryer from under the sink.

Time skip~

In the end, your wore your (F/c) dress, black flats and just wore your hair down.

Then the door bell rings throughout your house and you begin to panic.

'What the hell will I do?' You think.

You slowly walk into your living room and stop in front of the door. Your hand slowly reaches for the door knob.

You twist the door knob clockwise.

You pull open the door.

You see Matt and Misha shaking hands.

They both look over at your and smile. "I'm so so sorry guys, I completely forgot that I had previously said Ed to Misha and I'm just-."

Misha cuts you off by grabbing your hand. "It's okay (Y/n), we worked it out."

You look in his baby blue eyes. "How?" You ask them.

"We figured out what happened and decided that you should pick." Matt speaks up.

This takes up aback a little bit. "What?"

"Pick one of us, and the other one will not have hard feelings." Misha explains.

"The other one will accept that they are just a friend."

Okay, this shouldn't be a problem right? You think.

But who do I choose?

Misha is sweet, funny, and cute.

Matt is mysterious, kind, and reliable.

They are both great friends.

But can I really choose between the two?

I want to.

But I can't hurt them.

I have to.

I've made my decision.

"Matt?" You look over at him.

"Yes (Y/n)?" he asks you.

This is it.

"I'm sorry, I choose Misha" I tell him.

He nods trying to look hurt, but it's obvious that he is. You bite your top lip and glance between the two men.

Matt walks down your stairs and disappears into the night without another word.

Misha walks over to you and kisses your forehead. "I'm sorry you had to do that (N/n), but it had to be done."

Did I make the right choice?

Hey Squishies, here's a short imagine but it's the best I can do right now. Thank you all for all the love and support.

I love you guys so much with all my heart.

Seeya later taters.

-Squishy Queen