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Oh Maison - Misha Collins x Reader (Oh Westy - Part 3)

Title: Oh Maison

Pairing: Misha Collins x Reader

Word count: 2,457

Warnings: None

Read Part 1 Here! l Read Deleted Scene Here! l Read Part 2 Here!

A/N: I know Misha is married but for the purpose of this he’s divorced because, yeah, no way he would cheat on his wife. Just to make it clear, Misha, West and Maison are used in this just like characters, just like I would use Dean, Sam or Castiel on others. So if anyone is bothered you ’re free to not read it. This is just a story after all.

Enjoy~! xx’

“Vicki?” you breathed out, finding it almost impossible to believe that she was standing in front of you.

“Hey (Y/n)” he said with a warm smile that made you feel a little bit more at ease.

“How are you?” she asked again after of course giving you a hug. She was always so friendly to you, even though you didn’t know her all that well. At least compared to Misha that was your best friend, of course. You did know her for a long time, of course, even before the divorce and you could say that you went along really well.

“Wha- Uh well, yeah I’m fine. Good, really, thanks” you breathed out stuttering, finding yourself actually lost as to what to say “How are you?” you tried to smile but it came off as awkward.

“Good, good. Thank you” she said and you couldn’t help but shift a little bit uncomfortably when you felt her eyes linger on you, examining you from head to toes. She was looking at you with a curious look in her eyes, as if she was trying to read you, her eyes roaming your figure and that’s when you realized why she actually was.

You were wearing nothing but one of Mish'as shirts and boxers. Oh.

“So, is Misha here?” she asked with an almost… pleased smirk?

“Uh yeah, of course. Come in.” you motioned for her to come in and she did.

“I thought you were going to leave the kids to Misha for two weeks?” you asked with a small frown, wondering why she was already here and fearing that she might take the kids. You actually loved them as if they were yours and you wanted to spend as much time with them as possible.

“Yeah, yeah of course I am. That’s what we decided after all. But I just needed to make sure they are ok and having fun, something I don’t doubt even in the slightest when it comes to Misha.” she said and you both chuckled.

“I guess I can’t disagree with you on that” you said with a smile that only widened when you and Vicki entered the kitchen and saw Misha making funny faces while trying to feed Maison her food, and West giggling at his father.

“Daddy what are you doing?!” West exclaimed through laughter.

“Well, whatever it is, he’s clearly failing” you said with a chuckle.

“I’m doing my best, ok?” he said without glancing at you.

“And failing may I point out” Vicki spoke up this time and made both Misha and West turn to look at her.

“Mommy!” West exclaimed getting up from his chair and running towards Vicki, hugging her legs tightly.

“Hey sweetie” she smiled and bent down to kiss him.

“Vicki? What are you doing here? I though we’d agreed-” Misha started speaking but she cut him off.

“I know, I know. I just needed to make sure that the kids are both fine and I was kind of bored at home, so yeah.” she shrugged “But I would have been less worried if I actually knew that (Y/n) would be here” she added with a smile.

Misha groaned and rolled his eyes “Why do you both think I am not able of taking care of two kids on my own? My kids especially!”

“Uh well…” you looked at Vicki who was chuckling and then back at him “Because you are not? Hey, do I need remind you the situation or more like mess I found this place in when I first came? And you had the kids for just one day at that time!” you said matter-of-factly.

“Whatever” he rolled his eyes at you.

“Oh dear I can only imagine it!” Vicki shook her head and laughed at the same time “But no worries, since I came here I think about staying all day, hm? How does that sound? If you don’t have a problem that is, Misha.” she asked and Misha only looked at you, biting his lip; contemplating on whether he should say yes or no.

“Yes yes yes!” West’s excited voice broke the silence that had surrounded you “And we are going to play and watch movies and eat pop corn!” he exclaimed happily and you couldn’t help but smile, although anyone could clearly see that it was a bittersweet one.

“Alright alright. We’ll see about that, now let’s eat because I don’t know about you but I am starving and (Y/n)-” he turned to look at you “-I am eating the half of that omelette you made ‘cause honestly it smells amazing” he said and you just nodded, not really paying attention to what he said.

You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by Vicki.

“Ok then, give me that-” she said and took the spoon and plate with Maison’s food in her hands “-I think you’ve not really succeeded in feeding her.” she chuckled and proceeded to feed Maison. Something that you… really wished you could do.

For the past days, and whenever you would visit him to help him with the kids, you always were the one to take care of them in the way Vicki did right now. Of course Misha got to spend time with them, just like a good father would, but you always were there too. Taking care of them, playing with them, spending as much time as possible with them. Acting just like a good… mother would. And the thought of it made you cringe, now.

You were not their mother. And nothing could change that.

Vicki was their mother and even though you would never take her place in their hearts (hell you would never want that) you knew that you were not going to mean as much as she meant to them. You knew that even if it happened, West was never going to call you 'mom’ with the same sparkle in his eyes that he had when it came to Vicki, and Maison was not going to ever look at you the way she did at Vicki, and Misha… oh Misha.

He was the reason to all of this. You wanted to all of this to be true because of him. You wanted so much to be… a family. All of you. A family. Even if you weren’t really going to be a real family you wanted his children to love you like they did with Vicki. You wanted all of you to be like that but… you knew that Misha was never going to see you like that.

You and him were just friends and that was not going to change. You would never mean that much to him. He was never going to think of you in that way. You and him would never-

“(Y/n)?” Misha’s voice broke your trail of thoughts.

You looked up from your pancakes that you’ve be playing around with your fork and looked at him frowning “Yeah?”

“Are you ok? Is everything alright?” he asked with a deep frown looking deeply in your eyes and put a hand on top of yours; and you would be lying if you said that it didn’t send goosebumps all over your skin.

“Yeah, yeah I just-” you glanced at all of them once and then looked back at your hands “I think I feel a headache coming up. I’m- I’m just going to take a shower, ok?” you said with a small and forced smile and got up from your chair without giving the chance to Misha to speak.

You heard a whimper behind you and you thought you heard West say your name but you payed no attention to, the tears that were welling up in your eyes were making your vision all the more blurry.

“Misha…?” Vicki trailed off looking at him with a forming smile.

Misha averted his eyes from where you’d left and turned to look at the expecting look face Vicki had. He just shook his head “No, Vicki. No.” he sighed and looked down at his food.

“Oh” she said with a small frown.

~Time skip to a couple hours~

You sighed rubbing your eyes with your hand. You had taken a really long shower, trying to relax and push away every thought but of course failing miserably. You decided to stay in your room - or more like Misha’s - after that for a while thinking that giving the 'family’ some time alone together would be better than to just stand in the middle.  

You were dressed in your clothes now, Misha’s clothes lay on his bed and you would be lying if you said that even though they didn’t cover as much skin as yours now did they didn’t make you feel more warm than any other clothing ever did.

You got out of the room, closing the door softly behind you and making your way slowly towards the stairs.

You walked down the stairs and slowly walked into the living room to find them all there together. West’s laughter could be heard clearly as Vicki had him down on the floor tickling him nonstop. West of course pleading for her to stop while Maison was with Misha both of them playing with her toys, smiles on both their faces; a movie playing on the TV but obviously long ago forgotten.

You felt a pang in your chest and your heart tighten in your chest. You felt really happy to see them like this, the smiles on their faces really proved to the pure happiness they felt as well. It was like no other way before and even if it made you seem selfish you felt sad to not be part of that. The smile on Misha’s face was what hurt the most and you bit your lip really hard to keep the tears from rolling. This is how he truly was happy. This is how they all were truly happy. Without you. Without you there. This was the most happy they were and if that was without you, then… you might as well leave.

“No mom, please! Mommy please stop!” West’s laughter could be heard as you made your way out of the living room, not bothering to be quiet because you knew that none of them would pay attention to you being there.

What you were unaware of, though, was the blue orbs that followed your every movement even as you walked out of the living room. Misha watching with a deep frown, ready to open his mouth to speak to you and tell you to join them but immediately stopping when he saw the tear that ran down your cheek and you immediately brushing it off. He pursed his lips, taking in deep breaths, his heart actually aching to see you like that.

You bit your trembling lip as you made your way inside the kitchen, a total mess obviously present. You laughed, even through your tears, shaking your head at seeing the absolute chaos in front of you which only meant that West and Misha had been cooking. You chuckled remembering all the times you had helped those Collins. And of course having to be the one to clean all the mess afterwards. But definitely dragging Misha to help you fix things.

“Those Collins” you muttered under our breath with a chuckle, shaking your head as you tried to clean the counter.

“Hey what can we say, cooking is in our DNA” Misha’s voice, followed by a chuckle, was heard behind you.

You stiffened when you heard Misha but, taking in a deep breath and making sure your cheeks were free of any tears (or that at least he wouldn’t realize that you had been crying), you cleared your throat and putting on a fake smile turned to look at him.

“Yeah but cleaning is not in mine so you are definitely helping in cleaning this up” you said throwing him a napkin which he caught with one hand, while the other was holding Maison close to him.

“Give me Maison, and start on cleaning the table” you told him taking the little girl from his hands, setting her on her chair and proceeding to clean the mess that he and West had made. Luckily this time it didn’t take you as much as it always did and you were finished in no time. Maybe it was because Vicki and West had come to help, that made you finish earlier, anyway.

“Well now I realize what you had to go through every time after joining these two in cooking” Vicki said slumping on a chair next to Maison.

“You tell me.” you said and rolled your eyes.

“Yeah right, as if you don’t have fun every time!” Misha pointed out.

“I had fun because it was not you cooking but West!” you retorted and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Fine, you win this round. But I’m going to get you back, mind my words” he pointed a finger at you and then you both chuckled.

“Come on West” he said picking up West “Let’s go get you cleaned and ready for a nap, we can continue playing later when you wake up” he said and West nodded, resting his head on the crook of Misha’s neck his eyes half closed. He smiled at you and waved with his small hand.

“Uh I’ll better go take a nap too, I definitely think I need it” you mumbled finding it hard to hide how tired both physically and emotional you were. You turned to make your way out of the kitchen and to the stairs but you stopped dead in your trucks when you heard a baby voice speak - or more like struggle to.

“M- M- Mom. Mom.” was heard and despite how you were feeling you felt yourself smiling.

“Mom!” Maison’s voice said and you couldn’t help but laugh from happiness, Vicki doing the same, as you both heard her speak… for the first time.

“Her first word!” Vicki said laughing, completely excited to hear her daughter speak.

“Mom!” you heard Maison exclaim again followed by a giggle.

You laughed too and turned to look at her but soon the smile faded from your face.

“Mom!” the little girl said with happiness again, Vicki smiling widely next to her and kissing her cheek completely happy to hear her speak.

The smile was no longer on your face as you saw the little girl look directly at you, a smile on her face and hands extended towards you as if she was asking for you to pick her up; just like Misha had previously done with West.

'Oh Maison’ you thought.

@goldenbeka continue from here

      Yuri didn’t speak, didn’t move a single inch, didn’t even react when the other lifted him up his leg so that it lay beside the other. All Yuri did was lay there on the other back sluggish and defeated. But inside his mind, a million thoughts raced inside. “….” It would be a while before he spoke to him,

       “…neh.. Beka..?” Yuri voice while soft did not help when his lips were cover by the other clothes. “Have you ever liked anyone?”

anonymous asked:

Sugakookie, 16! I can totally imagine Suga doing that

#16-I love you, said over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble


It was a simple thing, a bit of thoughtfulness that extended just a hair past respectful necessity. An offhand comment Yoongi made that somehow turned into this. 

It was just a bit of leather, a zipper, some buttons. It was nothing special. And yet it was everything. The perfect weight–not so heavy that he regretted it on warm spring afternoons, not so light that he shivered on cool winter mornings. The sleeves were just the right length, the back was the right length, not pretentiously long or fashionably short. It was a classic. It was unassuming and perfect. It was cool and badass and also casual and flexible and Yoongi loved it with his whole heart. 

He knew he was staring, and Jungkook was squirming, but he hadn’t been able to express his gratitude properly when Jungkook had given it to him–tossed it on his bed with a mumbled “thought you might like this” before shuffling back to the living room. He hadn’t known then that he would love this leather jacket more than any other piece of clothing he’d ever owned. He loved it more than his headphones, the good ones

He’d tried all his normal ways to say thank you. He’d bought Jungkook lunch, fixed the strap on his backpack, left him his favorite snacks by his shoes in the morning, washed all their white tshirts together, making sure to hang Jungkook’s to dry the way he liked. But it didn’t seem enough.

Jungkook wasn’t really one to give gifts, yet he’d given Yoongi this. It was a little unsual, a lot appreciated, and Yoongi was way uncomfortable with the sudden imbalance in their relationship. 

So he sighed, ruffled his hair and walked over to where Jungkook was playing on his phone. He sat down next to the withdrawn maknae, maybe a little closer than usual, maybe he nudged Jungkook with his hip and shoulder to make room. Maybe he settled in very close. But he wasn’t snuggling. 

“Hey.” Yoongi cleared his throat. He knew what he wanted to say, but despite how easy it was to play the doting hyung, it was harder to just spill out his feelings. “Thanks. For the jacket. It’s really great. I, uh, I really fuckin’ love it, and I love that you thought of me and got it for me.” There, that should cover it.

But Jungkook didn’t look up at him with his big brown eyes full of adoration and respect. Jungkook didn’t look up at him at all, just stared at his phone.

“Yah, kid, did you hear me? I really love–”

“Yeah, hyung, I heard you. I’m glad. It’s cool.” Jungkook said cooly. Like this wasn’t a big deal. Like this wasn’t Yoongi putting his heart right the fuck on his sleeve. His perfect leather sleeve. 

“No. No, kid. You don’t get it. I really, really love this jacket. I love it.” Yoongi definitely pushed with his hip and shoulder now. He was not about the be ignored for a phone. No way. “I love you.”

Jungkook’s head twisted so fast Yoongi was briefly worried he’d break something. “What?” he choked out. 

“You heard me. I love you.” Yoongi leaned in a bit, until he was resting his chin on Jungkook’s meaty shoulder. “I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.” Jungkook started to giggle. Yoongi pushed closer, repeating it over and over again. “I love you.” Somewhere in the litany, he brought his bony fingers up to tickle Jungkook’s ribs. “I love you, IloveyouIloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou.” He was breathless, laughter and relief and joy and exhaustion all clouding his thoughts. 

“Hyung, you’re so weird,” Jungkook wheezed between giggles, hunched over to protect his ticklish ribs.

“Be respectful, kid.” Yoongi ruffled Jungkook’s hair. He was satisfied. He’d settled things. Jungkook knew where everything stood. Yoongi was the confident, practical hyung again, no longer awash in unexpressed and unabashed gratitude. 

Good. Great. He tugged on the lapels of his coat and stood up. Back to work.