#misha fluff

I'm thrown into a nearby wall.

The back of my head smacking it so hard that I almost pass out.

Story of my fucking life when I go solo hunting.

That's going to leave me sore in the morning, I think as I get back and pick up my gun. This was such a horrible idea but, it's too late to turn back now that I am facing the werewolf that both my brothers and Cas told me not to hunt. If this wolf doesn't kill me then Dean will have my head on the chopping block before I could give some dumb ass excuse.

"For a Winchester you suck ass. Bad," The wolf taunts me. "It's no wonder they keep you locked away. I bet you can't even shoot me without missing the first few times." The wolf beings to circle me showing me his nasty teeth. "I could make your death so quick and leave your body for your brothers to find. But then of course they will stop at nothing until I'm either way." The wolf stops and stares at me. "But then again, I'm not one to leave messes behind."

The wolf lunges at me and tackles me to the ground. I do everything to keep his teeth from biting me. I kick and punch this way and that but not much damage is done to him. He grabs my arm and digs his nasty nails into the muscle and I scream out. Yep, my brothers are going to kill me for going out hunting if I survive this.

My gun slides from my hand and I roll over on my hands and knees and make my way towards it. The wolf pulls me back and attempts to bite me. I kick him square in the face and quickly get my gun and spin around and shoot him directly in the heart.  He looks down at his chest as the blood starts to spill from it. Then he looks back up at me and smiles. "I take that back," he says with blood coming out. "You don't suck ass." The wolf falls on his face.

I hang my head back and stare at the night sky. The stars are beautiful and I can make out the Big Dipper. My arm starts to throb once I realize I relaxed too long. I look down to see my entire left arm in covered in blood. I start to act quickly. I pull my belt off and wrap it above the wound and tighten it up as much as I could. I take my flannel off and tie it over the wound. That should hold until I get back to the motel. The motel I paid for with the card I stole from Sam. It wouldn't be long until he was able to track it down and both he and Dean were at my door.

I make my way to the car that i took from the bunker. Another thing that my brothers will have my ass over. I turn the ignition and drove off. I think about anything but my throbbing arm. I can start to feel myself start shake. Just a few more minutes. I can start to see the stupid neon sign to the motel.

I quickly park the car and get out. I throw open the trunk and pull out my first aide kit and the bottle of whiskey I swiped from Deans room. I kick open the door and before I could close the door and set things down, I hear the door slam and I am being pinned to the door. My adrenaline starts to rise again and the throbbing in my arm slowly fades away. Just as fast as the adrenaline comes, it fades away when I realize it's not a monster or my brothers.

"How did you find me, Cas?" I ask the angel. He has a hand on my shoulder. The look on his face is pure anger. How can an angel like him hold so much anger in his face? In his eyes?

"It was not hard," Cas replies. He notices my bandaged arm and takes the tied up shirt off and sees the belt above it. "What the hell happened?" He asks pulling me from the door and leading me to the bed.

"You're not going to tell Sam and Dean are you?" I ask as Cas inspects the wound. His hands are gentle but his face still tells me he is furious.

"This is starting to get infected," Cas ignores the question. "Luckily, you think faster than your brothers and was able to stop it from getting worse." Well theres a plus. I'm smarter than my brothers. Maybe because we didn't have the same mother.

My mother was the smart one who had a one night stand with the man who saved her. That then resulted in me being born. I never met my father, only about him. When my mother died she said I should look for my father and gave me a number. That number lead me to the brothers that I never knew I had and the news that our father had died years ago. That was nearly five years ago. Since then, I learned the way of the 'family business' as Dean called. Turns out I inherited a lot from our dear old dead dad.

"YN," Cas says placing his hand over my arm. A soft glow of a light appears and I can see my arm start to heal. "You're arm is good along with any other injuries." Cas leans back and stares at me. "You could have died. What the hell happened?" He asks again with a firmer voice.

I swallow hard. Cas is never firm with me unless I'm careless and throwing my life into dangerous situations. "A werewolf," I say getting up and getting a glass of water. "A cocky ass werewolf who is dead. It didn't go as planned but at least the dick head is dead."

Cas rubs his face and sighs or maybe it's a groan. Either way, Cas is more irritated than normal. "You are so much like Dean on a hunt at times. Hot headed and cocky. No set plan in place."

"I had a plan Cas," I'm starting to get irritated as well. "It just didn't go as...well...planned." I turn to look at him. The anger on his face sent shivers down my spine. His face is suppose to be smooth and pure.

"And that plan almost got you killed," His voice starts to rise. "What would I tell your brothers if I found you dead?"

The anger in me starts to boil in me. "But I didn't, did I?" I snap at him. "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself. Hunting by myself. Making this damned world a better place by myself. I don't need my brothers twenty-four seven to do all that."

In seconds Cas is across the room. His hands grip both my upper arms. "Do you not understand, YN?" He yells. "You could have died! I could have lost you. I cannot loose you."

That's when I see it. It's not anger I see in his face, it's worry and fear and...love? My anger disappears and I feel Cas's hands loosen on my arms. Cas's face falls and he starts to leave. I take a deep breath and walk after him and take hold of his hand. "Cas," I say softly and before I could get another word out, Cas spins around and pulls me into his arms and slams his lips onto mine.

The kiss is intense and I find myself melting right into it. I run my hands up between our bodies and hold onto the collar of his trench coat. I pull back and see the worry begin to fade from his eyes and face. The worry is replaced by lust and hunger. I take a few steps back and slowly remove my shirt. Cas takes both his trench coat and coat that underneath off. He walks towards me, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it off to the side along with his shoes.

I begin to back up, kicking my shoes off to the side, until the back of my legs hit the bed. Cas closes the distance between us but putting both hands on my face and softly kissing me while wrapping an around me and laying us down on the bed.

I'm aware of a warm, tingling sensation coming from Cas's hands. Where ever his bare skin touched on mine, I would feel it. It sent waves of pleasure throughout my whole. I give a soft and small sigh. Cas pushes away and stands up. The warm feeling his skin gave me also leaves. He undoes his belts and pulls his pants down. His hard dick bouncing about making me long for it inside of me.

I get to work on getting my pants off and soon, Cas is settled between my legs. He looks at me in the eyes, I see a small hint of angelic glow in his. My brothers are going to lock me away for sure once they find out about this. Because you know, they will find out eventually. I reach between our bodies and grab Cas's hard dick. I feel him tense up as I move it to my entrance and give it a few pumps before using my free hand to pull his face down to kiss me again.

Cas pushes himself inside of me, making me moan. "Oh Jesus fuck," I sigh as we adjust to each other.

"I do not think that-" Cas starts to say but I cover his mouth.

"Cas, don't ruin this," I move my hips up and Cas starts to get the idea. The lust and hunger returning to his eyes. He takes me hands and pins them onto the bed and picks up the pace of his thrusts.

The thrusts soon become almost brutally fast. The smacking of our skin echoes in the room along with my moan like screams and whimpers. "Cas, fuck, Cas," I pant and cry out. "Oh, please don't stop."

"I do not plan on it," He purrs into my ear. He slides an arm under me and flips us over to where hes sitting and I'm in his lap. He continues to fuck me harder than before. "Now, that is better." He says taking my hands and putting them on the sides of his shoulder. "Now do not come until I tell you."

I close my eyes and bite my lip as he fucks up into me. My core and entire body start to tighten up and I will kill myself if I came without being told to. I focus on anything but coming but it's so hard when the man slash angel is fucking you so good.I bite my lip harder and taste blood.

"I wanted this for so long," Cas grunts in between each powerful and earth shattering thrust. "I always wanted to know what it felt like to be inside you. To be this close to you. To feel your body on mine. To hear you sigh, scream, moan my name."

"Cas," I whimper. I'm on edge and I need release. I need to let myself go and I need to feel him completely inside of me. "Please let me come."

"Soon," he says firmly. "I am getting close too. We will come together."

Thats when I realize, Cas's thrusts were beginning to feel sloppy and uneven. I take my hands off his shoulders and press them to his face and kiss him. "Cas, come for me." My kisses are sloppy and sweaty. "Come inside me, Cas. I need to feel you all inside me." I rest my forehead on his and stare into his eye. His teeth are clenched together grunting my name softly. His thrusts, sloppier than before, still slam into me.

"Come with me, YN," Cas says thrusting deeper. He stares right into my eyes. "Come!"

I myself go and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I scream out Cas's name, digging my nails into the sides of his face. I feel Cas come with me. I feel the warmth of his cum fill me up. HIs hands grip my sides hard enough that I know bruises will be left. He moans out my name and we fall back onto the bed.

"That was fucking amazing," I say pulling the covers over us and snuggling up next Cas. "I should go out more often on solo hunt so that you fuck me angrily like that."

"Please do not," Cas wraps me up in his arms. My head rests on his chest. "I cannot bare to loose you. That is why, when I figured it out where you were going, I followed you. I was late to jump into your case but, I was also almost late. You could have bleed out right here in the room if you didn't patch your arm up right."

Listening to Cas talk about how much he cares for me, makes me guilty for going out in the first place. But then he and I wouldn't have had amazing sex and I wouldn't have known his true feelings towards me. I sit up and look at him. His blue eyes staring right back at me. I lean up and kiss him gently. "I love you, too." I say laying my head back down before passing out for the evening.

I sleep peacefully.

Until the door to motel is kicked down.

I jump up in bed, still naked from the night before. Cas is still next to me, angel blade at the ready. Naked as well. In storms both my brothers. Guns drawn with looks of anger and worry on their faces. I quickly pull up the covers to cover my bare breasts. Dean sees this and then sees Cas besides me.

Deans holsters the gun. "You guys better have some sort of clothing under there."

"Uh, Dean," Sam says looking around at the floor. Dean follows his gaze and the horror and realization falls on his face.

Dean makes his way towards the bed. Well it was nice knowing freedom, I jokingly think. Dean pulls me up by my arm and picks up my bag from the ground. He leads me to the bathroom, not without me stumbling over my shaking legs. Shaking legs from being fucked to oblivion by a celestial being. Dean looks at me and then back at Cas. More horror covering his face.

Luckily for you, when you turned eighteen, your uncle’s show was still going on. It took a lot of convincing on your mom’s part to let you go by yourself as your dad was already on board. You lived halfway across the country from Vancouver, but you had no trouble getting on a plane and flying there. No, the hard part was finding a ride to the set. Your visit is supposed to be a surprise for everyone, but you knew you’d never make it on your own.

Much to your displeasure, you had to call Jensen to come and help you. He promised to keep it a secret, but he wouldn’t be able to come until the following morning. So, he hooked you up with a hotel room and told you to “go crazy”. Your mother always told you not to take things for granted, so as much as you wanted the delicious room service, you took your own money and went out like every other person.

That was the worst mistake of your entire life.

The place you got food was a sushi food truck on the street. If the look of it didn’t set off alarm bells, then the presentation of the food should have. However, you didn’t have a lot of money and hoped and prayed that this was safe to eat.

It. Was. Not.

Despite the churning in your stomach, you still wanted to make your uncle’s surprise something he’d never forget. You didn’t want to spend it with your head in the toilet. Your only other option is to push down the sickening feeling and move on with your life. Jensen made it easier by distracting you with questions of your home and school life, what you’re going to do for college or where you’re going to work if you’re not into college, and everything else in between. You answered honestly and hoped he didn’t detect that anything is wrong.

When you get to the set, you’re distracted at how amazing everything looks. You’ve never been on a TV set before, so this is uncharted territory. Jensen took you to the main building where your uncle and Jared are filming right now. The director knows Jensen is out to get you, which is why he opted to film for the other two big actors. As soon as you enter the building, you can hear your uncle yell out, followed by a crash. Your amazing uncle is kicking some guy’s ass with a mixture of stage fighting.

As soon as the director calls “cut” you clap loudly for his performance.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? Your parents know you’re here, right?” Misha says and hurries over to you while the crew gets ready for the next set.

“No, I ran away in hopes you’d take me in,” you say with a deadpan voice.

“I tell you, you did not learn that sarcasm from me or your dad. Come here,” he grins and brings you into a tight hug.

Your stomach does not agree with his actions, and you pull away before you have the urge to throw up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Your hugs are like death grips,” you chuckle.

“I’m just so excited to see my favorite niece!”

“I’m your only niece,” you say.

“Misha! We’re ready for you!” the director calls out.

“I want you to watch this. I want you to know what you think,” he says and leaves back to the new set.

It’s time for Jensen to star in this scene, so he left way before your uncle got to you. All three men are standing on their markers, getting ready for the big scene. You’re standing next to the snack counter, and you don’t register that fact until you smell beef. You look over to the table just as someone put down fresh pigs in blankets. Your face goes green, and you haul ass to the nearest trash can before you make a mess all over the floor.

Misha is doing his scene without any distractions until he hears you throw up. He pauses mid-sentence just as you come up for air. If you’re sick, then why did you come all this way just to see him? He doesn’t know when you got in, but he knew his brother wouldn’t allow you to leave if you are throwing up.

“Sorry! Let’s go again!” he apologizes and gets back into character.

He’ll have to ask you about this when he’s done.

When Misha got done with his scenes for the day, he makes finding you his first priority. Jensen gets out of the Impala before jogging over to Misha.

“Hey, I was thinking that we can go over our lines for tomorrow. I figured we get a head start so we can wrap up early.”

“I’m sorry, I have to find my niece. I saw her throwing up earlier. She might be in my trailer. If she’s sick, then why did she come here in the first place? Sasha wouldn’t have let her leave if she was throwing up.”

“Maybe it’s a stomach bug,” Jensen shrugs.

“Yeah, maybe. I’ll catch you later.”

Misha exits the set building and heads straight for his trailer. He didn’t know if you’re sleeping or studying, so he makes sure to be quiet when he enters. The trailer is quiet—too quiet for his liking. He slides back the door to see an empty bed. The sheets are tangled as if you were laying in it, but he can’t seem to find you anywhere. He’s about to call out your name when he hears someone coughing, then vomiting. He rushes over to the bathroom and swings the door open. You’re sitting on the floor with your head in the toilet. You really shouldn’t have eaten sushi from a sketchy food truck.

“Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” he asks.

He bends down to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your way.

“I’m okay. Really,” you nod and groan.

You look bloated, you’re throwing up, and it seems like you can’t hold down anything you eat. Either you’re sick, or you’re pregnant. Is that why you wanted to visit your uncle? It might be easier to tell him you’re pregnant instead of your dad? Are you running away? A load of thoughts rushes through Misha’s head, but he keeps his concerns to himself. He doesn’t want to rush you into anything, so he’s going to make sure you’re comfortable enough to tell him what’s been going on.

He hopes you’re not pregnant because you’re barely 18. You still have the world to see and things to do. If you absolutely want a child at this age, then he’s not going to stop you, but he hopes it’s all a misunderstanding.

The more the days pass, the more Misha is convinced that you’re pregnant. You only throw up in the morning, your appetite has changed, you’re tired all the time, and there are very monitor things that have Misha convinced you are with child. He wants to bring it up to you, but there is a reason you haven’t told him yet. Are you scared? Nervous? Ashamed? He won’t ever judge you, which is why he’s giving you all the time and space he needs. He hasn’t talked to his brother about this yet because he knows Sasha would have said something if you were.

You’re feeling a little better, but your stomach is still in knots. Sleep did help, but now that you’re up and about, it’s starting to hurt again. Your uncle has a lot of scenes to do today, so you’re going to watch and help out when needed. He has a break this weekend, and you want to spend as much time as possible with him before going back home. It’s amazing how the set can create something you’ve only seen on TV. The magic they put into this show just dazzles you. Seeing your uncle dressed up as Castiel makes you so proud.

As him, Alex, and Jared are acting, they realize they forgot a certain prop. The director called cuts and asked for the prop, only for you to realize it was right next to you. It’s a little bit on the heavier side, but you can manage to bring it to them. However, as soon as Misha saw this, he rushed over to take it from your hands.

“I got it,” he smiles.

“Oh, okay,” you frown and let him take it back to set.

Ever since you woke up this morning, your uncle has been treating you with extra care. Whenever you were carrying something heavy, he’d offer to carry it for you. When you needed water or something light to eat, he’d get up and get it even if he was busy. It’s like he didn’t want you to do anything. It’s as if he thought you’d break at the slightest pressure. You’re very suspicious, and if this keeps going on, you’re going to have to talk to him about it.

After the scene is done, you offer to help bring the prop away from set, but your uncle declines.

“No, you rest. I can do this,” he suggests.

“What are you doing? Why are you treating me like I’ll break?” you ask. He exchanges a glance with Jensen and Jared, who knew what Misha thought. They both knew Misha thought you were pregnant, but they weren’t going to say anything until Misha does. “What is going on?”

“I know,” your uncle finally says.

“Know what?”

“About you.”

“What about me?”

“Look, you don’t have to hide anymore. I understand you’re scared, and if you’re not ready to tell your parents, then I understand. Just know I’ll always be here for you.”

“Yeah, us too,” Jared chimes in as Jensen gives you a sweet smile.

“Uncle Misha, what are you talking about?”

“You’re pregnant, right?”

“What the hell? Where did you hear that?!” you exclaim in shock.

“Wait, you’re… not pregnant…?” he asks slowly.

“No! Where did you get that idea?”

“You’re throwing up every morning, you look bloated, and you’re visibly tired.”

“I had sushi from a food truck the night before I got here. I have food poisoning, that’s it,” you start to laugh.

“Now I feel like an idiot,” Misha chuckles, hiding away in embarrassment.

“No, don’t say that. Look, I’m not pregnant, and nowhere near the thought of it. But I know that I can always come to you. You’re my favorite uncle,” you grin and give him a loving hug.

“I’m your only uncle.”

“But you’re the best one a girl could have.”

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The beauty of the Hawaiian island paled in comparison to the man striding towards him on bowed legs. His shorts were stretched by the thickly muscled thighs and his t-shirt hugged his chest and biceps in all the right places. His skin was tanned, but miles of freckles were still visible all over his arms, neck, and face. His eyes were greenest Misha had ever seen, but that was not all. A kindness and warmth shone from this man and Misha instantly felt drawn to him. So much so that when the tour guide looked around the group and his eyes locked with Misha’s as he introduced himself, the journalist looked down, blushing under the guides gaze.  

“Good morning. My names is Jensen Ackles. This is my assistant Osric Chau. We’ll be your guides for the next two weeks. We got a few things and stops planned for you guys, but if you encounter anything along the way you would like to check out a bit closer please let us know. We are pretty flexible,” Jensen sent Misha a smirk as he said the last sentences causing Misha to almost drop his jaw. Was Jensen flirting with him? No. Misha decided he had to be imagining things.

Over the next few days, it became harder and harder for Misha to stick to that story, though. Just like it was insanely difficult to keep his focus on the guided tour he had come here to write about, not on how his guide’s calves flex as he stepped on the pedals of his bike.

Jensen was just like Misha had expected not just a pretty face. He was calm and attentive to all of his guests. He listened when they voiced concerns and he was open to any suggestions that would add the experience of the island. Osric was a ball of energy and made everyone smile with his shenanigans and crazy stories during breaks. He never had Misha’s full attention though, his eyes were usually resting on Jensen as he chewed on his lunch and smiled, shaking his head at his crazy assistant. Misha wished he had the balls to just walk over and sit next to him, but he was barely able to muster the courage to ask the man questions as they stopped looking at sceneries.

Misha cursed himself more than once. He was acting and feeling like a high school kid around his first crush. He was too old to be behaving like this. Jensen was flirty with him and always smiling whenever their eyes met, so why couldn’t Misha just talk to him like a normal person? That’s how the first few days passed, with the small exception of the day they went scuba diving and Jensen checked Misha’s gear, running his hands over his body, under the pretenses of doing his job.

“Just making sure you can handle my package,” Jensen grinned, making Misha gulp and spin around to face him. Jensen didn’t flinch. That cheeky smirk stayed plastered on his stupidly beautiful face as Misha swallowed and tried to regain control of his voice.

“W-what?”

“The oxygen tank. Just making sure it was fastened correctly,” Jensen explained, before throwing Misha a wink, turning to help some of the other guests. Misha just stood there staring at Jensen’s back like a deer caught in the headlight. He had really said that, hadn’t he? It couldn’t be all in Misha’s head. Jensen was flirting with him, and crudely s.

The diving experience had been amazing and Jensen had led them through a reef, allowing his guests to get some of the most breathtaking pictures Misha had even gotten on any of his travels. The wildlife and ocean floor was a sight to behold and there was no way in hell Misha wasn’t going to give this trip five stars as soon as he got back to the mainland, writing up the piece.

That was still over a week away, though, and Misha was in no rush to get home. He was having the time of his life on this work vacation, even if Jensen’s blatant flirting still threw him off his game by a mile. Misha wasn’t usually a shy guy and he had no idea what it was about Jensen that made him turn into a blushing teenage girl. Yes, he was hot as hell, but Misha had dated hot men before. It was something else. Maybe it was the quiet confidence or the kindness and calm that radiated from him. Misha wasn’t sure but he knew he had to get a grip on himself soon if he didn’t want the opportunity to really get to know this Greek god of a man to slip through his fingers.

Misha had decided today would be the day. The last day on the island would be their surf lessons,  but once again Misha’s courage had escaped him the second Jensen had gotten too close. The guides were only able to rent out a limited number of boards, and the guests drew numbers to see who would go first, while the others would have to wait for the first group of riders to be done. After drawing the second group, the blue-eyed travel journalist was sitting on the curve outside the hotel they were all staying at, for now. Tomorrow most of the group,  along with Jensen and Osric, were flying to Kauai to continue the adventure for another week.

Misha watched them surf and chatted with other guests, but kept getting distracted by the way Jensen ran around the beach, wading waist deep in the beautiful ocean. Before he knew it, the first group had all tired out and gotten their rides, and it was his turn to strip out of his shirt and stand barefoot on the beach with his board.

“Mr. Ackles,” Misha called Jensen over as he stood by his board, shifting on his feet a little nervous the second their eyes met. Jensen’s face split into a smile that made the sun seem bleak in comparison.

“Jensen. Mr. Ackles is my father,” Jensen corrected as he approached Misha. “What’s up, Mish?”

Misha’s heart jumped into his throat with that nickname, and he silently cursed himself, as he fought to keep it together. “I… ehm… I actually never surfed before,” Misha lied. He had but he was also just bad enough at it that he was sure Jensen would believe the lie once they got into the water.

“Oh that’s no problem,” Jensen grinned dropping his board on the sand right next to Misha’s. “Lie down on the board on your stomach, chest up, ass down,” Jensen guided, with a smirk, correcting Misha’s posture with his hands as well as his voice. It was all Misha could do not to groan from the way the guide’s touch felt against his naked back. His breathing speed up as Jensen lied down next to him on the board, mimicking a paddle. “You need to paddle as hard as you can to get over that wave. It’s tough, cause the water is escaping you, but once you get to the crest you can go over and ride that bad boy on your stomach,” Jensen held onto the sides of the board, showing where he should hold and how to shift his weight to balance, “or you can get up.” Jensen jumped, both feet landing on the board at the same time, showing perfect form, not to mention showing off his impressive physique.

Misha just stared, desperately trying to come up with something to say- something that would resemble some sort of human interaction and not the noises he was choking back.

“Jay! Need your help over here,” Osric called, tearing Jensen’s attention away from Misha momentarily before he turned back to face him. A genuine sweet smile was on his lips as he gave Misha a small nod.

“Work on your technique. Wanna see you poppin’ up when I look over here,” Jensen ordered before turning his back to Misha.

“You’ll be back before I get in the water right?” Misha called out, kicking himself with how needy that sounded, but Jensen just turned around with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Oh you’re on my to do list, Mish,” Jensen winked, before turning back around and jogging towards Osric, leaving Misha with his jaw hanging so low it was almost touching the beach floor.

Jensen walked out from the hotel with a regretful look on his face. “I am so sorry, you guys, but there seems to have been a mix-up and we haven’t quite gotten as many rooms as we asked for. The travel company will reimburse all of you for the cost of rooms since the hotel didn’t hold up the agreement, but we need you guys to pair up with someone you’d be willing to share a room with until the hotel has enough open rooms to place us individually.”

There were a few grumbles among the guests but most had gotten to know each other fairly well, so they seemed to pair off rather quickly. Everyone but Misha, who had either been busy taking notes for his article or staring and Jensen the entire trip, instead of socializing with the other guests.

“Well that seemed to work out fairly well,” Jensen praised the guests handing out keys, before reaching Misha last, “looks like you’re with me, Mish. I hope that’s okay?” Jensen asked, a genuine concern to his voice over the crude flirting and smug remarks Misha had come to expect from him over the past few days.

“That’s fine, Jensen. It’ll be fun to get to know you a little better” Misha answered him, feeling a little bolder with the changed attitude of the tour guide. Jensen seemed to relax instantly after that, sending Misha one of the shit-eating grins that left Misha tingling and slightly nervous.

Misha waited along with Jensen until all the guests had been helped to their rooms. He sat in a corner of the foyer waiting for his guide to be ready to leave for their room, taking notes and not noticing Jensen whispering something to Osric. Misha also didn’t see the exchange of keys or the grin on Osric’s face as he placed a slap to a rather uneasy looking Jensen’s shoulder.

“This way,” Jensen mumbled, sending Misha a small smile but otherwise keeping his eyes nailed to the floor as he led the way towards their room. Misha couldn’t help but frown as he watched the guide, wondering what was going on with him. He didn’t know him all that well, but from the seven days Misha had spent with Jensen, he had not once seen him act like he was now-On edge and maybe almost shy.

Misha pushed the thought out of his mind, chalking it up to the stress the room mix up had caused. Even if Jensen had handled it amazingly well.

Misha stopped dead in his tracks, pulling from his thoughts when he entered the room with Jensen, who had been holding the door open for Misha, right behind him. There was only one bed in the room. Misha’s cheeks flushed bright red as he turned around to face Jensen, who stood with his back against the door and his eyes nailed to the floor. Jensen’s hand nervously ran behind the back of his neck and his eyes didn’t, for the first time in a week, meet Misha’s when he spoke.

“I’m sorry. Os is in a room with two beds. I’ve never done anything like this before… I just- I like you, Misha. If you wanna kick me out right now, I’ll leave. No questions, no awkwardness tomorrow,” Jensen rambled and Misha couldn’t help but smile. The cockiness had been hot as hell but Misha found himself falling for the shy, blushing man in front of him even harder.

“And if I don’t?” Misha asked, taking a step forward, all of a sudden feeling bold. He wanted to see where this night would take them. Hell, he wanted everything Jensen was willing to give him and not just tonight. Misha wanted to get to know him and for Jensen to get to know Misha.

Jensen’s eyes snapped up to meet Misha’s and a small smile played on his lips. “Then I’ll stay.” Misha grinned as he remembered the remarks Jensen had made that had thrown him off his game more than once this week. It made him giddy inside, and he decided now was a good time to get a little payback, before Jensen found his swagger and Misha lost his ability to speak again.

“Man… Air Conditioning must be broken,” Misha spoked waving his notebook in front of his face, enjoying the confused look on Jensen’s face for a while before he continued taking a step towards his guide. “It’s damn hot in here. Or is it just you?”

Jensen’s raised his eyebrows and an amused smile spread across his face. He took a step towards Misha closing the distance between them.

“You’re a fast learner. Saw you riding those waves...makes me wonder what else you can ride,” Jensen grinned, gently taking a hold of Misha’s collar. Misha’s hands came to rest on Jensen’s hips and he his breath quickened with how close they suddenly were.

“Narh. Just had a great teacher,” Misha tried to shrug, not willing to let Jensen see just how badly he was affecting him just yet.

“Is that so?” Jensen wiggled his eyebrows playfully, making Misha laugh. “You think I can borrow a kiss then?”

Misha smiled, digging his fingers into Jensen’s hip bones. “Only if you’ll give it back.”

Jensen practically let out a groan. “That and so much more, Mish.” Jensen didn’t stop to see the pink flush in Misha’s cheeks before he crashed his lips into his in a warm, passionate kiss. All shyness and every act forgotten as they tumbled towards the bed, never once breaking the kiss.

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Ducking his head down, he pressed his lips to yours; the kiss quickly turning heated. The taste and feel of his tongue rolling against yours still managed to leave you breathless. One of his hands threaded through your hair while the other wrapped firmly around your waist; pulling your pliant body against his.

As much as you wanted to stay in Mishas arms all day, you forced yourself to pull away from him. “Mmff… I have to get ready for work.”

“I don’t want you to.” Misha pouted while playfully trying to keep you from wiggling free. “Call in sick. We can stay home and play doctor.”

You laughed heartily; briefly distracted from attempting to escape. Misha took the opportunity to pull you close again; kissing along your jaw and neck. Before he was able to make your knees go completely weak, you managed to remember that you didn’t want to be late for work; again.

“I have to get ready.” He let you pull away this time as you patted his cheek. “We will continue this tonight.”

——————

“Mish?!” You yelled as you entered you apartment only a couple hours after leaving for work. “Are you still here?”

He scooted around the corner to ask what you were doing home so early, but understood immediately upon seeing your pale, clammy skin and the ‘I hate everything’ expression on your face. “Hey, come here and sit down.”

You dragged your feet to the couch and plopped down with a groan. “You should probably go. I don’t want to give you whatever I have.”

“Have you eaten?” He asked, ignoring your suggestion. “I have my cure-all soup at home in the freezer.”

“Ew, no.” You were starving, but the idea of food made you want to wretch. “I don’t know if I could even keep it down.”

Pulling your shoes off and lifting your legs in to the couch, he only smiled softly and kissed your forehead. “You should try. I’ll be right back.”

Upon returning, he found you sitting in the kitchen munching away on a baguette you had brought home from work. “I think I just needed to eat something.”

“Told you.” He said with a smirk as he opened the ziplock bag and began heating the frozen soup on the stove. “You should save some of that for your lunch here.”

Standing up, you kissed him on the cheek and smiled brightly. “You’re too good for me.”

——————

Over the next week, you began noticing an odd pattern. If you went longer than a few hours without eating, you’d become annoyingly nauseous; but as soon as you ate something, you’d feel normal again.

“Your probably knocked up.” Your co-worker Emily said with a laugh.

“That’s not even funny!” It really wasn’t, but you weren’t going to get into details with her about it. “Plus, that’s not even possible; I’ve been on birth control for years. Maybe I’m just getting old. I’m not 20 anymore.”

Emily shrugged and changed the subject, but now the seed of doubt has been planted. What if you were pregnant? How would Misha feel about it? You had only officially been together for a short time and he was already in his early forties; surely he didn’t want a baby disrupting his life even more than you already had.

You decided to push those worries aside for the moment. You had been on birth control even since Paul insisted several years ago after… what happened and there hadn’t been even a scare since then.

——————

A few more weeks passed and you let your worries dissipate. Your appetite had increased, but you chalked it up to stress. Every potential symptom had a logical explanation, therefore there was no reason to worry.

Work had been difficult one particular day; short staffed and busy. You still managed to eat lunch, but you had been dreaming of the leftover pizza sitting in your fridge. The walk home was short and you practically drooled the whole way.

Walking inside, you headed straight for the kitchen and froze in your tracks at the sight of Misha shoving the last bite into his mouth. “Hey, how was work?” He asked while chewing on the very thing you had desired all day.

“You…” your voice cracked unexpectedly. Tears were spilling down your face before you even had a chance to finish your statement.

Misha rushed over to you, assuming the worst; that you had seen Paul. “Woah, Y/N, calm down. What happened?”

What happened? He ate your pizza; that’s what happened. “How could you?!” You shouted through tears and weakly tried to push him away. “I’d been wanting that all day and you just…”

“I’m sorry.” He still didn’t understand what he had done wrong, but clearly you were upset with him. The only thing he could do was wait until you were calm.

After a moment, you finally composed yourself. “Misha, we need to talk.”

His heart pounded in his chest at the seriousness of your tone. Were you not happy? Did you not want to be with him anymore? Did you miss Paul? “Ok. Let’s talk.”

“I need to go to the store.” You said abruptly. “I need to know for sure.” At the moment, you weren’t concerned about how crazy you looked; you needed your answer before dragging anyone else into your paranoid madness.  

Misha had so many emotions swirling in him at the moment. He went from being happy you were home from work, to worried about why you were crying, to scared he had fucked up, and now just confused with your behavior. “Sweetie, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” You said, wiping the tears from your eyes. “But I have to find out. Just hang tight here and I’ll find out. I’ll be back in a bit, don’t go anywhere.”

——————

You paced in the bathroom in the Walgreens just up the street from your apartment. Three minutes is an awfully long time when you’re waiting for life changing news. Your phones alarm beeped; but you were almost too scared to look.

Finally gaining the courage to answer the question that had been plaguing the back of your mind for weeks; you peered down at the little, white, plastic stick.

The tiny digital screen showed one word that changed everything for you. Pregnant.

And odd calm came over you. The question had been answered. You had a new set of things to worry about, but you had an answer. Taking a deep breath, you tried to process what to do next. The obvious first thing that came to mind was to stop taking your clearly non-functional birth control and make a doctors appointment.

Misha. You had to tell Misha. This could be a dealbreaker for him and as much as it scared you to tell him, you couldn’t hide this; that simply wouldn’t be fair.  

The walk back to your apartment seemed to take twice as long as it took to get to the store. In the short time, you played every scenario in your mind; ranging from him flat out leaving you to being ecstatic. Hopefully his reaction was the latter.

He was waiting for you outside; worry written all over his face. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

You hugged him tightly, praying that tonight didn’t end poorly. “Let’s go upstairs.”

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“I love you, Misha.” Your hands were clamped tight on his to keep them from shaking. “You’ve done so much for me and I can never thank you enough.”

Misha tried to maintain eye contact with you, but looked down and your hands when nerves took over. “Why does this sound like the ‘I love you but I’m not in love with you’ speech?”

“What?” Your eyes were wide with shock for a moment until you smiled reassuringly. “Misha, no. I am in love with you; completely. I’m sorry I made you worry, but that’s not what’s going on here.” Your smile faded as your own insecurities took hold. “Not unless you decide to walk away tonight. I won’t blame…”

It was Mishas turn to reassure you. “I’m not ever walking away from you. What could be so bad that you’d think that?”

It’s now or never. “I don’t know a better way to tell you this without being blunt. Misha, I’m pregnant. So if you don’t want to deal with that, I get it. It’s ok.”

“Pregnant.” Misha said calmly, trying to process the information.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes in case they were filled with disgust like you were bracing yourself for. The shuffling sound of him standing up from his chair pulled your attention away from your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You said, barely above a whisper. “This just complicates things more.”

He tried to respond, but couldn’t seem to find his voice through the emotion welling inside of him. Instead, he positioned himself on his knees, between your legs, and gently laid his head against your belly. His arms wrapped around your waist as he held you tightly; waiting until he could speak again.

After a moment, he was able to compose himself enough to look up at you again. The tears had caused his eyes to redden and get puffy, which only made his brilliant blue irises shine brighter. “Y/N, I love you and I hope you know there’s absolutely no fucking way you’re ever getting rid of me now.”

Relief washed over you at his overwhelmingly happy reaction. Internally chiding yourself, you remembered that he wasn’t Paul. He was the complete opposite and he loved you. Cupping his face in your hands, you encouraged him to sit up and kiss you.

Hidden inside your mind, behind the elation of starting a family with Misha, was one nagging question. What if the baby was Paul’s?”

“Speaking of the rascal, is he awake?” Misha knew it was highly unlikely, considering the fact that the three year old always fell asleep around this time.

“No,” you looked at the sleeping toddler on your chest. “I’m sorry. You can call after your panel, he’ll be awake then.”

Jensen’s voice sounded from the other line, telling Misha that they had to get on stage, “I love you guys,” he said.

“We love you too.” You hung up the phone, looking around the hotel room.

Misha didn’t know, but you were sat in his hotel room in Phoenix, Arizona, your son napping against your chest.

You knew that Misha wouldn’t be back for another two hours according to Jensen and Jared, so you laid your head back, letting the exhaustion of traveling drag you into sleep.

You were woken up an hour and a half later by a rambunctious three year old jumping around.

“Be careful, baby,” you say as he sends a well aimed kick to your stomach.

“When is daddy going to be here?” Liam asked.

“Soon, I promise.” You sat up, stretching your hands above your head feeling your back crack in multiple places.

“We need to get that new shirt on, okay?” Liam squealed, happy that his many hours of secret keeping have come to an end.

“Okay, mommy. I’ll get it!” He scrambled off the bed, trying to get to his little backpack as quickly as possible. Liam dug around for a moment before victoriously pulling the small blue shirt out.He ran back to you, standing between your legs, “Help me put it on, Mommy!” he yelled at you, trying to wrench his shirt over his head.

You giggled as you helped your rowdy toddler out of his shirt and into the new one, “My, you look mighty handsome,” you said, poking his nose.

He laughed, pulling your finger away form his face. Suddenly, he gasped, “Where’s my picture?”

You stood up and walked over to his backpack, pulling out the white sheet of printer paper with three stick figures scribbled across it, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t let you forget it.”

“Do you think Daddy will like it?”

“I think he’ll love it, baby.” Liam took it from your hands before climbing back onto the bed, anxiously anticipating the arrival of his father.

Your son didn’t have to wait long; as soon as you sat next to him, you heard noises on the other side of the door. Voices to be exact, before you heard the sound of a key card being inserted in the lock and the door swung open.

Misha’s attention was on his phone, so when his three year old son called out to him, he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Liam! What are you doing here?” Misha wrapped his arms around his son, lifting him up to settle on his hip.

“We wanted to surprise you,” you said, getting up and walking over to your husband.

Misha’s free arm wrapped around your waist, “Well consider me surprised.”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck. It had only been a few days away from him, but it felt like an eternity to you. “I missed you,” you whispered in his neck.

Misha leaned back, kissing you firmly, "Ew! Daddy!" Liam protested to your right. You and Misha pulled back with a laugh. "Look at what I did, Daddy!" Liam squealed, shoving the piece of paper in Misha's face.

Misha leaned back all the way to avoid getting paper cuts on his face, and took the piece of paper from the young boy. "You did this?" Misha asked.

Liam nodded enthusiastically, nearly bursting with pride.

"This should be in a museum, buddy," an excessive amount of real enthusiasm in Misha's voice.

Misha took a minute, looking over the picture, "That's you," Liam said, pointing to the stick figure on the far left, "And that's mommy," he pointed to the figure on the far right, "And that's me," he pointed to the significantly smaller figure in the middle.

"It's amazing, buddy," Misha said, kissing Liam's temple, "Thank you."

Liam wrapped his arms around Misha's neck, "Happy Father's Day, Daddy."

Misha chuckled, "Thank you, Liam." Misha sat down on the bed with Liam still pressed against his chest.

You felt your nerves increase exponentially.

Misha was so close to reading it. So fucking close.

Liam sat up, still in Misha's lap and started to animatedly tell his father about his days at school.

Misha kept eye contact with his son, helping him with the harder words and encouraging him to get through the entire story.

All he has to do is look down. Literally all he has to do. You tried not to let your nerves show as you waited impatiently for Misha to read the shirt.

Finally, Liam finished his story, and Misha's eyes took in his appearance. Your stomach twisted into knots. You were so nervous. Misha read it once, then twice, then thrice.

He slowly turned his head towards you. Tears started to well up in your eyes. "You’re?" Was all Misha could get out before tears were pouring down your face and you were nodding vigorously.

You thought your husband's face would split in two with how wide his grin was.

He set Liam next to him and tackled you to the bed, burying his face in your neck. You could feel his tears on your neck, "I love you so much," he said.

"I love you more.”

"I’m going to be a big brother!” Liam exclaimed, causing the two of you to laugh.

“Yes you are, buddy,” Misha said, laying a kiss on the top of his head.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” Misha said that night. Your head was laid on his chest, his left arm around your waist, his right arm around Liam.

“It was just  a much for me as it was for you,” you said, kissing his neck.

“No, I mean giving me a family.”

You sat up on your elbow, “There is no reason to thank me, love. You deserve so much more than I can give you.”

Misha scoffed lightly, “I love you.”

You kissed his lips, “I love you more.”

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You love that he has this side of him always on display, but sometimes you can deal without happiness and eagerness to participate in these events. The only reason you’re acting like this is because of the cold… you HATE the cold. You hate the feeling of your hair standing up because of a constant chill that’s running down your spine. You hate shivering just to stay warm. You’d much rather be in your heated house, or even in your hot deep soaking bathtub to melt your troubles away.

It’s weird since the rest of your family loves the cold. Every winter, you’d be bundled up in at least three jackets, two pairs of socks, a scarf, and a hoodie whenever you went out. Sometimes, you’d wear that inside when one of your brothers thought it was a good idea to open a window and keep the heat off. They always made fun of you for it, but you can’t help it; you’re anemic. You don’t have enough healthy red blood cells, which are a huge reason why you get so cold easily.

Misha loves this side of you because then that means more cuddles from you. He’s such a naturally warm person, so you love to steal it from him constantly. He knew how cold you get, so you don’t know why he suggested going for a walk in the thick snow. You didn’t go down without a fight, but he wore you down with the promise of running you a piping hot bath with his candles that you love so much. That, combined with the puppy eyes, wore you down. You made him promise that it was going to be a short walk, but deep down, you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Misha is rolling the base for his snowman when he happened to look in your direction. Your back was turned to him, but he could tell how cold you are based on how quickly you’re shivering. He did feel bad, but he knew of a way for both of you to have fun and keep the blood pumping through your veins. If he got you to run around, then you won’t feel so cold anymore. The base of his snowman was large enough that he had to hold it in two hands but small enough to carry it. A smirk grows on his face when he gets an idea of how to engage you in a friendly war between lovers.

He walks to the side of you where you can see him from the corner of your eyes, but since you’re so cold, it takes you a few seconds to realize what he’s doing. Misha is tossing the large ball of snow into the air and catching it when it comes back down.

“If you throw that snowball, you’re declaring war,” you glare. All he can do is grin mischievously. “Misha, I’m serious. Please don’t throw it at me. I’m cold enough as it is. I don’t need to be wet.”

“Fine, I won’t throw it,” he shrugs.

“Thank you,” you sigh in relief and face away from him. He walks back to his original spot but keeps his eyes on you. Of course, he’s going to fucking throw it, but you had high hopes that he would take the high road instead of acting on the bad idea that the devil on his shoulder is spitting at him. The snow crunches underneath his feet as he walks closer to you, but you don’t make any move to turn to him. He raises both his hands and throws the big ball of snow directly at your head.

Your eyes are closed as you think of warm thoughts when you feel something hit your head. It takes a few seconds for the water to seep into your clothes and onto your scalp, but you knew what had just happened. If it was possible, you grew even colder as the wind made the water on your body freeze.

“Dmitri Tippens Krushnic!” you yell his full name in half-playful and half-real anger. He smiles and giggles, and raises an eyebrow as if to challenge you. “You little shit.” You get out of your seat and scoop up a large ball of snow. You don’t care how cold you are, this is war.

“You had fun, admit it,” Misha grins as he set the last candle in the bathroom. The water is piping hot just the way you like it, and you can feel your muscles start to relax.

“I didn’t. I hated it,” you grumble.

“Sure you did.”

“I did! Don’t test me,” you glare at him.

“Okay. Whatever you say,” he chuckles and kisses your forehead. He gets up to let you have some alone time and softly shuts the door behind him. As soon as you know you are alone, a smile spreads across your face. Yes, you did have fun despite being chilled to the bone. Misha is truly one of a kind, and you’re lucky to have him as a boyfriend.

“I can feel you smiling!” he calls from the bedroom.

“Fuck off!” you giggle.

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That day had started the change in her. It was like a new beginning and a new happier, more outgoing Y/N blossomed. Misha had stayed close with her. She was his best friend and almost every week the two of them went out. Either to watch a movie or do something random Misha came up with on the day. He enjoyed surprising her. He loved hearing her laugh and over the years he had come to miss her when he wasn’t around her. Had the circumstances been different he might have asked her out, but Y/N hadn’t shown any interest in dating anyone the two and half years she had been divorced. She appeared to be happy and content on her own and Misha was afraid him pushing would mess up their relationship.

Her behavior today though had her worried. She seemed to be avoiding him as best as she could. Whenever they were in the same room, she hardly smiled no matter how hard he tried. Misha racked his brain, trying to figure out what he had done, but nothing came to him. Last week when he had been on set, she had been happy and practically whined about going to miss him when he went home to visit family in Washington for the week.

Misha honestly didn’t understand what happened between then and now, all he knew was he had felt like she had been annoying him all that. Eventually Misha had given up and he just let her be until the end of the day. He had been hoping to catch her but the other hair and makeup girls said that she had left early, which only served to worry Misha more. Y/N ran the department and she was usually always the first person in the trailer and the last to leave. She loved her job and she took a lot of pride in everything being perfect.

It didn’t take Misha long to decide on what he had to do. No matter what he had done, he owed it to both of them to figure out what it was. She owed it to them to tell him, so he could apologize and make things right between them again. So Misha got in his car and drove for her apartment rather than his own.

The surprise on her face was evident when she opened the door to see Misha standing outside, but she still gave him a small smile before letting him in. For the first time in forever Misha felt slightly uncomfortable and like a guest in her home. He wasn’t really sure what to do with himself so he just stood there in the middle of her living room. He looked around, smiling slightly when he saw all the christmas decorations scattered around the place but not yet hung. The smell of spruce and meadowsweet hung in the air, adding to the feel of Christmas in the room.

“I was just making hot chocolate. Do you want some?” Y/N asked, slipping from the room into the kitchen and Misha once again felt as if she was avoiding him. She had let him in but him being here seemed to make her feel uncomfortable which hurt Misha deeply.

“Y/N/N…” Misha slowly followed her into the kitchen, standing in the doorway as he watched her heat up the cocoa. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked, causing her to spin around and stare at him in shock.

“No. Mish I am sorry… I didn’t mean too… I…” she started rambling in broken sentences and Misha breath a sigh of relief as he stepped towards her pulling her into his chest. Y/N instantly relaxed against him wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head against his heart.

“What do you say we get the hot chocolate and talk on the couch?” Misha suggested, lovingly running his fingers through her hair. He was beyond relieved to have her in his arms. Whatever was going on it appeared to have nothing to do with him, but Misha was still worried. Something was up with her and every fiber of his being screamed at him to find out what it was so he could help her make it better.

He didn’t release her completely when they pulled apart. His hand stayed on her back as she poured the hot chocolate and handed him a cup. His free hand slipped into hers, when they walked to the couch, sitting down beside her. The small touches was as much to reassure her that everything was going to be fine as it was to calm his own racing mind.

Seated that the couch Y/N fiddled with her cup without saying anything for a few minutes. Misha didn’t push her he just gave her knee a small squeeze, before leaning back. He wanted to give her her space but still let her know that he was there. There was nothing she could say or do that would push him away. She was his best friend, but more than that Misha loved her even more than he was willing to admit to himself.

“My parents are coming over this weekend…” Y/N started causing Misha to frown. He knew that she loved her parents. They had tried to help her out of her marriage unsuccessfully, before she confided in Misha. They were amazing people and Y/N loved them very much. Misha didn’t understand what about them coming for a visit that caused her so much distress.

“They have been wanting me to move on and go on dates and stuff for some time…” Y/N continued and Misha took a deep breath. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to move on or be happy. More than anything he did, but seeing her with someone else was going to be hard. Still Misha stayed still. His eyes rested on her but she didn’t look at him. She kept fiddling with her cup and her eyes stayed looked on it as she spoke.

“I wanted them to stop asking so I told them I was dating someone. But then they wanted to met him even if I said it was a new thing. I guess they wanted to make sure he wasn’t like Buck,” Misha at this point reached out giving her arm a small squeeze and her eyes met his for the first time. What he saw in her eyes took him completely by surprise. She looked ashamed. The look was fleeting before her eyes once again fell back onto the cup, which she was now clinging too.

“I knew that they like you a lot and wouldn’t push if…” her words trailed out, as her eyes teared up, but Misha had never felt more relieved in his life as he pieced together the pieces. He couldn’t help but smile as he took the cup from her hands and pulled her in for a tight hug.

“You told them we are dating,” he helped her, causing her to nod against his chest and she started sobbing.

“I’m so sorry Mish… They are coming this Friday and they want to go to set and say hi to you and… I didn’t think. I am so sorry,” Y/N rambled, before Misha gently started hushing her, rubbing circles on her back.

“It’s okay Y/N/N. I’ll met them. It’s fine,” Misha promised her and Y/N instantly pulled back a little looking up at him in surprise.

“You wanna pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Misha shifted a little in his seat. He wanted nothing more than being honest. He wanted to tell her no. He wanted to be her boyfriend. He wanted to tell her he was in love with her and he would be okay with taking things as slow as she needed too. He wanted to tell her he wanted to prove to her that she deserved the best. That he would spent his life putting a smile on her face and that no matter how things progressed between then, he would never hurt her like her dickbag ex husband had done.

Only he didn’t. Losing her still scared the life out of him. He wanted to be in her life however she allowed him to be, even if meant pushing down his own feelings for her.

“Yeah… if you want me too,” Misha shrugged, trying to make it appear as if it was no big deal.

After their conversation Y/N hugged Misha and she instantly went back to her old self. It was as if a weight had been lifted on her. Misha on the other hand, started faking around her.

For the next few days he acted as if nothing was wrong. He went to work. They chatted and laughed just like always, but the feeling that he wanted more between them he had been able to push down for so long started growing inside of him. He knew that he had to tell her and soon. Either way he had to know how she felt. Misha just wanted to wait until after her parents visit. He had made her a promise and he wasn’t going to break that or make her feel uncomfortable about it. He was still and always would be her best friend first.

The day before her parents was arriving, Y/N had convinced Misha to go tree shopping with her. Not that it had taken much convincing. He loved spending time with her even now that he was painfully aware he would have to tell her about his feelings sooner rather than later.

She was practically bouncing around the farm, leading them further and further away from everyone else. Smiling and laughing the entire time, making Misha incredibly happy. Her laughter was without a doubt his favorite sound in the world and the way her eyes shun, making the golden flakes stand out clearly was his favorite sight.

“Okay. We’re here,” Y/N twirled around to face, instantly snapping Misha out of his thoughts. He looked around in confusion, seeing nothing but trees around them and none of which stood out to him as something she would have zoned in on.

“We’re where?” Misha stared at her in confusing, furrowing his brows, but smiling when she giggled.

Y/N reached into her bag, pulling out a mistletoe, handing it to Misha, which only added to his confusion.

“I didn’t tell my parents you were my boyfriend because it was safe. I didn’t tell them because I knew they liked you. I told them because I wished it was that way. It was dumb, but it doesn’t change the fact that I like you. I think you like me too, but if you don’t you can just throw that thing away and I’ll never mentioned it again,” Y/N pointed to the mistletoe, taking super fast just like she always did when she was nervous.

Misha stood there staring at her. His mind not fully able to comprehend what she had just said and the only word out of his mouth made him want to kick himself. “What?”

Y/N giggled, stepping closer to him, wrapping her arms around his wait, “Misha you’re my best friend. You’ve always been there for me. You make me happier than I have ever been. I wanna be your for real girlfriend if you’ll have me?”

Misha stared down at her for a few seconds before a huge grin spread across his face. He wrapped his arm around her, lifting the mistletoe over their heads, causing Y/N to throw her head back in laughter. A serene happy smile graced her beautiful face when her eyes met Misha’s. He sent her a goofy happy smirk, looking up at the mistletoe before back into her eyes.

“I guess this means you’ll have to kiss me,” he teased, making her roll her eyes before she sassed back.

“Well if I absolutely have t…” she started but was cut short when Misha kissed her. It didn’t take him long to drop the mistletoe and cradle the back of her head with his hand. Telling her everything he had been holding back over the past few years with just one kiss, as he vowed to himself to never hold anything back from her ever again.

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