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Masterlist

Posting Schedule : Mon-Thurs on Eastern Standard Time. This states that through Monday to Thursday there will be a new story posted. As of right now I don’t have set times cause Corona and School. Expect postings on those days if not there will be dates added to each story. 

Imagines for Team Free Will

Imagine having found something important and you need to tell Sam about it yet you are seeing him asleep over books, so you let him rest while watching silently

Imagine TFW 2.0 being all holly on Christmas

Sam Winchester Stories

Imagine being alone with Sam and passing a compliment to him that you adore his smile.

Imagine going to College and meeting Sam after 12 years

Imagine Sam being a huge dork over a show

Maybe one day we will see each other (In Progress)

Nightmare (In Progress)

We’ll meet again

Part 1 

Part 2

Part 3 (In Progress)

Dean Winchester Stories

The Date (In Progress)

Dean’s Deluxe (In Progress)

A Pie Party (TBA)

Jack Kline Stories

Teddy bear’s (TBA)

The Nugget war (TBA)

Castiel stories

The Angel in My Stories

I don’t get that reference (TBA)

Heaven snd Hell (TBA)

RPF stories

Jared Padalecki

Imagine Jared introducing himself as his twitter handle for a whole week 

A Very Weird Fever Dream

 Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

MGG Stories

Coming Soon...

[sillesworldofwriting]

October Drabble 30

Drabble 30/365

“Trick or Treat!” hollered a mob of kids as you opened the front door. You smiled at you and held out the basket full of candies.

“Here. But remember only two for each of you. Otherwise, it will not be enough for everyone,” you reminded them playfully. The children giggled and nodded. Each of them grabbed two things from the basket and then made their way to the next house.

You closed the door again and set the candy down on the dresser. The basket was already half empty but you were sure that it would be enough for the rest of the kids that would come to your house. And if not you will plunder Misha’s secret stash. The man was even more of a sweet tooth your daughter.

“Why don’t you let me get the door next time? You must be exhausted.” asked said man as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Because you will eat all the candy yourself. Don’t even start to deny it!” you interrupted before Misha could even open his mouth. “I know you.”

He smiled. “That you do.” he chuckled and stepped towards you. “Still. You back has to be killing you by know.”

“It’s not that bad,” you responded as you rubbed over your swollen belly. Even heavenly pregnant you would be damned before you let your husband anywhere near the candy.

“At least sit-down. I will do the dishes today.” Misha declared and let you over to the living room.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

The End

[the-awkward-writer]

Father’s Day Surprises

Pairings: Misha x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: It’s just fluff. That’s all. There may be a swear word or two.

A/N: So here’s some fluff... As an apology for all of the angst that is about to come your way. This was supposed to be a drabble, but you know. I wrote this up really quickly and I didn’t have time to edit it, so I apologize. Happy Father’s Day!

x

“I don’t know why they held a convention on Father’s Day!” Misha exclaimed over the phone.

You sighed, hating to hear your husband’s agitation. “I know, babe, but you’ll be home in a few days, and we can celebrate a late Father’s Day,” you try to reason with him.

Misha sighed on the other line, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the fans, but I would much rather spend my Father’s Day with my family.”

You smiled despite yourself, “I know, Mish. We wish you were here too. Liam has been dying to give you the present he made you.”

“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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[ellen-reincarnated1967]

Strictly Professional (Part 1)

Summary: You’ve been Misha’s publicist and personal assistant for the past two years, and despite being in love with him, you have a strictly professional relationship with him. At least that’s what you tell yourself. (again, I’m the worst at summaries sry bout it)

Pairing: Misha x Publicist/PA!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k 

Warnings: language, kissing, maybe slight angst? ish? and a cliffhanger bc im the worst 0:-)

A/N: AND SO IT BEGINS.

Strictly Professional Masterlist

“Have you seen Misha?!” you demanded, out of breath from running around the entire damn hotel trying to find the one man you were responsible for.

The convention volunteer put her hands up in defense, the look on her face seeming to say ‘I have no idea, please don’t hurt me’.

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[ariana-amidala]

A Weird Fever Dream Pt.2 (Jared Padalecki X Reader

Second Chapter!! Once again it will make sense in the next few chapters so if it seems like a full Sam Winchester fic it can be if people want this storyline to continue, but in the next chapter it’ll be the Actors p.o.v of the episode

“BLAIRE? DEAN?” Sam had called out for his brother and his friend. He hasn’t gotten any responses from them in the last ten minutes that he has called their names. He’s been in the library trying to help them with solving the vamp case for tomorrow. Since then he’s been walking around the bunker looking for them. “CAS? JACK?” None of the angels were answering either.

Sam knew he shouldn’t be focusing on his current life when he’s a hunter but the fact that it had happened didn’t seem to faze any of his friends. They’ve all met Kiana and they’ve all seemed to take a liking to her. Everyone except you, he’s seen the signs that you didn’t like her but he thought you were always like that, skeptical and walls high. Kiana had given her number to Sam about two months ago and since then the whole ‘relationship’ thing had blown between them.

“Guys it’s not funny, where is everyone?” He asked again to a very empty bunker. He passed the garage door and opened it expecting to see the impala parked in it’s original spot but it wasn’t.

He didn’t mean to scare you off by asking what he needed. You were the only ‘female’ in the bunker with them and you understood the others better than he did. Sam remembers the first day he had met you, Dean went out to the bar and came back with a hunter who had been injured, that hunter had been you. Throughout the whole week you’d stayed with them Sam and you had become good friends. He thinks after tonight, he has ruined the friendship between the both of you.

“Hey Claire, big question,” he sighed out. “Can you contact Blaire?”

“What have you done Winchester?” She asked. Claire had taken a liking to you too, you weren’t like the other hunters, you cared about peoples feelings over yours.

“I don’t know,” he replied dragging his hand through his hair. “Dean, Cas, and Jack are also gone,”

“They might be on a hunt, Sam,” Claire explained. “She texted me a few days ago saying that you guys might have found a vamp nest nearby,”

“We agreed to go next week though?” Sam said looking in your room. It was neater than the day you crashed in it.

“They might have left early Sam, they’ll be back soon,” Claire said trying to calm him down.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” Sam said looking in your closet making sure you didn’t take everything.

“If you want people to stay with we’re always a 30 minute drive away,” Claire offered. “Yeah I might pop by tomorrow morning, thanks Claire,” he said.

“Anytime,” she replied before hanging up.

Your room was always a mess wether it was from pizza boxes that Dean handed over or with the plastic wrap on those video games that you liked. Your crystals that Rowena had given you stood on a windowsill and were placed in the correct order that Rowena had taught you and Jack’s photo of everyone in the bunker was now in a frame on the table beside your bed. He felt like he was snooping around in your room, like a concerned parent trying to look for things that their kids shouldn’t have in their possession. The photo he had gotten you was next to Jack’s , he assumed that the two of you were still on good terms. His phone rang and he answered it without looking at who it was, hoping it was Dean or you.

“Dean, when are you guys coming back,” Sam started hoping nothing went wrong on the hunt.

“Not your brother Sam,” Kiana said laughing. Sam didn’t want to talk to her at the moment, he was more worried about his friends.

“Hey Ki,” He said trying to match her energy.

“Want to hit up the bar tonight?” She asked. Sam wanted to say yes so badly but he couldn’t.

“I can’t tonight, family friend is coming over for dinner,” He said, which wasn’t a total lie. He would just have to get to Jody’s faster.

“That’s totally fine, tell them I say hi okay,” she said. The image of you flashed in Sam’s head, Kiana sounded like you for a split second.

“Yeah I will, see you soon,” Sam said hanging up. The only thing on his mind his you right now because the last thing he did think about was the argument you both had. His phone rang again and this time he looked before answering. It was Cas.

“Just checking in on you Sam,” Cas said trying to see if his friend was okay.

“How’s the hunt going?” Sam asked. Cas gave a sign in response and had to think about his answer.

“”From what Dean’s told me Blaire has been crying non stop and he has no clue why,” Cas explained. “Jack just passed out about a minute ago and as of this moment, Dean’s taken Blair on a drive to clear her mind,”

“Wow, well umm can you tell Dean that I’m going to visit Jody,” Sam said. He heard something else come on the line. It was Dean.

“Hey man she’s out but I don’t know for how long,” Dean said slightly muffled.

“She’ll be okay in the morning,” Cas replied also slightly muffled.

“Who’s on the phone?” Dean asked.

“It’s Sam,” Cas said. He could hear Dean’s silent judging and being cautions of what he was going to say.

“Don’t tell her you contacted him okay, she’s still pretty riled up about it,” Dean said before answering the phone to talk to Sam himself.

“Hey Sammy, what’s up?” Dean asked. The previous comment still lingered in Sam’s mind.

“Nothing, I’m heading over to Jody’s either tonight or tomorrow morning,” Sam said.

“Why? Don’t tell me she’s got another case,” Dean started.

“No no it isn’t a case, just want to spend time with my friends,” Sam explained to his brother.

“We’re coming home tomorrow so should we just meet you at Jody’s” Dean said.

“If you want too,” Sam said now holding his phone between his shoulder now in his room and piling up his cleanest clothes and throwing them in a duffle bag.

“Well we’ll meet you there then,” Dean said. Sam didn’t really reply to that other than saying a quiet ‘ okay’ before hanging up on the call.

Dean took her on a drive and came back saying that Sam was causing the problem. She was always totally fine, never really caring about what everyone said but for once she cared. For once Sam saw her without the wall around herself.

[sillesworldofwriting]

October Drabble 2

Drabble 2/365:

You were slamming the door when you got home from work.

“Damn this. I hate my life,” you said furiously to yourself. “Damn work and damn my boss. Who does he think he is? Just firing me?”

You put your bag on the table with more force than necessary so that a glass fell over and broke on the floor.

“Shit,” you cursed and bend over to pick up the shards. “Well, at least shards bring good fortune.”

As you discarded the last shards into the bin, your phone began to ring. One look at the caller ID had you smiling despite the bad day you had.

“Misha, hey.” you breathed into the receiver as you picked up.

The End.

[the-awkward-writer]

The One With A Surprise Puppy

Pairings: Misha x Reader

Word Count: 363

Warnings: None. It’s so fluffy.

A/N: This is my entry for @supernatural-jackles Birthday Challenge! I’m sorry that it’s so short... Unbeta’d too, I was hit with the inspiration stick and wrote this up in under an hour. This was the gif that she gave me:

“Misha!” You yelled for your husband as you walked through the door of your Vancouver apartment.

You threw the plastic grocery bags that littered your arms on the floor in the kitchen. You had texted Misha, asking him to help you with the groceries, yet he never arrived, leaving you to lug an entire trunks worth of plastic bags into your seventh level apartment.

Your husband didn’t answer, only making your blood boil even more. “Misha!” You yelled again.

You huffed a sigh and left the kitchen, making your way through the small apartment to the bedroom you and Misha shared.

You burst through the door, ready to go off on Misha for completely abandoning you, but stopped in your tracks as you saw the tiny puppy in the middle of the floor.

You gasped, taking a step closer to the dog. “Hi, baby,” you cooed in a high pitch voice as you took another step closer.

You knelt down on the floor right in front of the dog, “Where did you come from, little guy?”

You flipped over the small tag on his collar, ‘Moscow’ it read.

You gently placed your hands around his rib cage, lifting the puppy to your chest and standing up once he was settled. “Now where’s Misha?”

Someone clearing their throat behind you made you jump and turn around in surprise.

Misha stood in the doorway, “Did you do this?” You ask Misha, pointing to the puppy laid against your chest.

Misha shrugged, a small smirk gracing his features. “I know you’ve wanted a dog for a while, and Jensen had a friend that found him as a stray and couldn’t take care of him anymore, so I thought it would be a good idea to take him in,” Misha rambled on, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

You rushed over to Misha, planting a kiss to his lips, “He’s adorable. Thank you so much.”

Misha breathed a sigh of relief, “I’m glad you’re happy,” he said.

You kissed him again, “Now you get to put all of the groceries away,” you said, skipping out of the bedroom.

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Strictly Professional (Part 1)

Summary: You’ve been Misha’s publicist and personal assistant for the past two years, and despite being in love with him, you have a strictly professional relationship with him. At least that’s what you tell yourself. (again, I’m the worst at summaries sry bout it)

Pairing: Misha x Publicist/PA!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k 

Warnings: language, kissing, maybe slight angst? ish? and a cliffhanger bc im the worst 0:-)

A/N: AND SO IT BEGINS.

Strictly Professional Masterlist

“Have you seen Misha?!” you demanded, out of breath from running around the entire damn hotel trying to find the one man you were responsible for.

The convention volunteer put her hands up in defense, the look on her face seeming to say ‘I have no idea, please don’t hurt me’.

You sighed in frustration, heading down the hall to continue looking and almost running straight into Jensen.

“Where’s Misha?” you asked before he could say anything.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. “In the green room.”

“Fucking figures. I was just in there,” you rolled your eyes, walking past him and making your way to the green room, hearing Jensen yell out a “good luck” behind you.

“Green room, green room,” you mumbled to yourself as you searched the hall,  when suddenly a familiar voice rang out behind you.

“There’s my girl!”

You immediately turned around, recognizing the voice as Misha’s. Fighting to ignore the warmth that blossomed in your chest from his words, you stood your ground and gave him a death glare. “Where the hell have you been?!” you asked in frustration.

Misha merely smiled, walking up to you and taking your hands. “Where I always am when I don’t have a panel. The green room.”

Your shoulders sagged, your brow furrowing in confusion. “I overheard a fan say something about you running around the hotel naked, and I have been looking for you frantically ever since!”

Misha quirked a brow at you, a smirk spreading across his face. “So you were running around this hotel trying to find me naked?”

“Yes?”

“Sounds to me like you wanted to see me naked,” he grinned.

You could feel your cheeks burn hot. “In case you forgot, as your publicist, it’s my job to make sure you don’t fuck up your reputation. At least try to keep it classy, Collins.”

Misha rolled his eyes playfully, holding your hand and walking you toward the green room. You once again desperately tried to ignore the somersaults in your stomach from the contact, repeating in your head the same thing you always told yourself when he got close to you: It’s a professional relationship. Misha does not care for you that way. Misha is just a flirt. Move the fuck on.

You just hoped it wasn’t actually that obvious how in love with him you were. As difficult as it was for you, you had managed to maintain a professional working relationship with Misha for the past two years and counting. There was no way you were going to lose your job now by accidentally letting your feelings slip.

“You worry too much; my reputation is perfect,” Misha teased as the two of you walked into the green room.

“And who’s responsible for that?” you quirked a brow at him, a proud smirk on your face.

Misha chuckled. “My gorgeous publicist.”

“I thought you were his personal assistant?” Brianna suddenly walked up to the two of you and gave you each a quick hug. Misha let go of your hand then, and you internally scolded yourself for being disappointed.

“I’m both,” you explained with a smile.

“Hey, you three!” Richard suddenly interrupted, pointing to the three of you.

You, Brianna and Misha all looked up to see Richard sitting in the middle of a circle, along with Tahmoh, Rob, Matt, Kim, Osric, and Ruth.

“Come join us for a little truth or dare!”

“Oh good lord,” you mumbled, attempting to back out of the room before Misha took hold of your hand once more to keep you from leaving.

“Nope, you’re coming with me,” he stated simply, dragging you over to the circle with a victorious smile on his face.

You sighed, plopping down in the circle between Misha and Kim.

“So,” Richard clapped his hands, an excited grin on his face. “I’m assuming everyone here knows how to play, so we’re just gonna go ahead and start. Osric! Truth or dare.”

Osric pursed his lips in thought for a moment. “Uh…dare.”

A wicked smirk crossed Richard’s features. “I dare you to go interrupt Mark’s panel and walk up on stage shirtless.”

Everyone in the circle got excited and started laughing when Osric suddenly looked terrified. “I meant truth.”

“Nope, can’t change it, rules are rules. Let’s go!” Richard shouted with a smile, getting up from the circle and pulling Osric to stand up.

“I immediately regret this decision,” Osric muttered to himself, taking his shirt off.

“Hell yeah, Osric!” Kim shouted.

“Get it!” Brianna joined in.

You laughed as you watched them before glancing over at Misha, almost startled to find him staring at you. You couldn’t really decipher the look of his face as his eyes searched yours…a look of awe maybe, almost like he were looking at something very precious.

Suddenly, the sound of roaring cheers and high-pitched screams from the other room broke the two of you out of your trance, and you realized Osric was up on stage shirtless. You chuckled, watching him and Richard come back in the room a minute later, Richard looking victorious and Osric looking completely mortified.

“Next!” Richard began, looking at you. “Y/N, truth or dare.”

“Hmmm….,” you thought aloud. You always loved doing dares, not one to back away from a challenge. You were ready for anything Richard threw at you. “Dare.”

Richard tapped his lips in thought before his eyes landed on you. “I dare you to kiss Tahmoh.”

Your eyes went wide in surprise; you were definitely not expecting that one. You glanced up at Tahmoh, who was already looking at you, his eyebrows raised expectantly.

“I’m ok with it if you are.”

Everyone’s eyes were on you, including Misha’s. You briefly realized that you had never seen Misha look so tense; his jaw tight and his face completely blank.

You cleared your throat and avoided Misha’s eyes before giving Tahmoh a short nod. You knew Richard was never going to let you out of this one, and honestly, you couldn’t deny that Tahmoh was incredibly handsome. It certainly wasn’t the worst dare you've ever done. “Sure.”

You scooted towards him then, stopping when your knees were touching his. He gently placed his hand on the side of your neck as you both leaned in and kissed gently, his lips surprising you with how soft they were. You didn’t really know him very well, but damn, he could kiss. Your lips moved easily against his, and it wasn’t until several seconds later that Misha broke the two of you apart.

“Jesus, I think that’s enough,” Misha barked, slightly raising his voice in irritation and surprising everyone in the circle.

Tahmoh cleared his throat awkwardly as you moved back to your spot, and you kept your eyes glued to the floor, feeling Misha staring at you. So much for trying to keep it professional, you inwardly scolded yourself.

“So…anyways….,” Richard awkwardly continued. “Ruth, truth or dare.”

“I must be the only smart one in this bunch. Truth, of course.”

“What color is your underwear?”

You huffed out a laugh. “What kind of question is that?”

“I don’t know! Truths are hard to make interesting, that’s why everyone picks dare,” Richard defended.

Ruth laughed before whispering, “I’m not wearing any.”

Everyone in the circle went nuts with laughter except for Misha, you noticed, who was staring intensely at his hands with a clenched jaw. What the hell was his problem?

“Misha!” Richard’s voice broke Misha’s trance. “Truth or dare.”

“Easy. Dare.”

“I dare you….to kiss Y/N.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You immediately felt a jolt of adrenaline course through your body, your heart pounding wildly out of your chest. Kiss your boss? Kiss the man you’ve been in love with since the day you met him? You were terrified to look at him, not wanting to see what was probably a look of disgust on his face. He would not be ok with this. At all. You were his assistant. His publicist. Someone he merely worked with.

Misha must have seen the terrified look on your face, because you suddenly felt a gentle and reassuring hand on your knee. “Y/N, you can look at me,” he said quietly, waiting for you to turn to face him.

You took a shaky inhale, willing yourself to look at him. Your eyes met his kind, warm and loving blue ones, and you felt yourself relax a little. He was actually ok with this.

He scooted in towards you, and you weren’t sure if you should be concerned from how fast your heart was pounding; at this point, you could practically feel it in your throat.

“Is this ok?” he whispered for only you to hear.

You couldn’t speak, so you nodded slowly, unable to breath as he placed both of his hands gently on your cheeks and began to lean in. He was so close now, your noses brushing as you shared the same air space. Your lips were just about to touch when—

“What the hell are all of you doing?” Mark exclaimed in amusement, startling everyone. “Misha, they’ve been waiting for you for the past five minutes. Your panel’s on now.”

You and Misha awkwardly pulled back from each other, and you could’ve sworn you saw disappointment flash across his features before he gave you a smile that you immediately saw through.

“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he winked, standing up and following Mark out of the room.

You sat there momentarily stunned at what just happened. You had a million thoughts racing through your head simultaneously, and you needed to get out of there and clear your head.

“I’ll be back guys,” you mustered up a smile as you stood up.

“You good?” Kim asked, looking concerned.

“Oh, yeah! I’m good, I’m just gonna go to my room for a little bit and relax,” you tried to reassure her, turning around and making your way to your room.

“What the hell am I doing,” you muttered to yourself as you walked into the elevator, pacing after the doors closed.

You suddenly heard the elevator ding, and the doors opened to reveal Jared, a big smile on his face as he recognized you.

“Y/N! Hey, how are you?” he asked, stepping into the elevator.

“I’m good, I’m good! What about you?” you replied, smiling at how friendly he was. You loved Jared; Besides Misha, he was always the easiest for you to talk to.

“Great! I heard some of ya’ll were playing some truth or dare,” he laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

“Yeaaaaah, it was something,” you chuckled awkwardly.

“Any crazy dares? Besides Osric, I saw that one.”

“Oh nothing really,” you tried to play it off as nothing. “I had to kiss Tahmoh, and Misha got dared to kiss me, but he got saved by the bell; he had to go to his panel before we got to it.”

You saw some sort of emotion flicker in Jared’s eyes for a moment, but before you could try to decipher it, it was gone.

“That so? Interesting.” He got weirdly quiet, and before he said anything else, the elevator dinged, his floor approaching. “I’ll see ya, Y/N.”

“Yeah, you too,” you said, furrowing your brow as you watched him walk away. What the hell was that?

Shrugging it off as nothing, you finally made your way off the elevator and towards your room, making a beeline to the shower.

You ended up spending over an hour in the shower by accident. You were trying to take the time to clear your thoughts, but your mind kept playing the scene over and over again in your head.

Misha looking at you so warmly. Misha leaning in so close to you. Misha’s hands on your face, gently pulling you towards him. Your nose brushing his.

Stop it!

You groaned frustratedly as you grabbed your towel and dried yourself off. You were never going to keep your fucking sanity if you kept making up romantic fantasies with your boss. Maybe some distance from him would do you some good, help you actually clear your head.

And that’s when you got a text from Misha, letting you know that he and some of the cast were going out for drinks and wanting to know if you would join.

You bit your lip as you thought it over. You couldn’t give into him so easily; you refused to let yourself get heartbroken all because you couldn’t stay away from your boss.    

Sorry, I’m super tired. Next time though!

Misha was quick to respond.

Please? I’d really love it if you came with us

Damn him. Why must he make this so difficult? You sighed, standing your ground.

Sorry. I’m just not feeling up to it tonight.

And with that, you turned your phone off, crawling into bed to watch some TV and take your mind off of things.

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“She said no,” Misha sighed, running a hand over his face before taking a shot. “Did I fuck this up?”

“No, dude, it was just a dare,” Jared reassured him, patting him on the shoulder. “Maybe she really is just tired.”

“Maybe. I don’t know. Maybe she just thinks this is a strictly professional relationship. What if she likes Tahmoh? You guys didn’t see it, I had to practically break them apart,” Misha rambled, shaking his head in annoyance as he remembered watching the two of you kiss.

“Oh good lord, you broke them apart?” Jensen asked in disbelief, shaking his head. “That’s really obvious, man.”

“Yes, I know that! My jealousy got the best of me, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Dude, what did I tell you about a month after you hired her?” Jensen pointed out, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Jensen,” Misha groaned, looking up at the bar TV.

“I said ‘I see the way you look at her, and you’re playing a dangerous game’. Didn’t I say it?” Jensen continued.

“Yes, Jensen. You said it,” Misha deadpanned, not in the mood to hear ‘I told you so’ from his friend.

“Look, why don’t you just go to her now and tell her how you feel?” Jared suggested.

“That’s a terrible idea,” Jensen grumbled.

“Why?!”

“Because she’s his assistant! They have a professional working relationship, and if she doesn’t feel the same, everything’s gonna go to shit,” Jensen explained, taking another sip of whiskey. “And Rob agrees with me.”

Misha furrowed his brows. “Rob? How does he know?”

Jensen rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Dude, everyone but her knows. You’re literally the only one that keeps their publicist with them almost 24/7.”

“Yeah, well, regardless, I think she feels the same. I see the way she looks at him,” Jared argued.

Misha’s ears perked up at this. “How does she look at me?”

Jared smirked. “The exact same way you look at her. I’m telling you, dude, just go to her.”

Misha bit his lip as he thought over what to do. He could lose you all together if you didn’t feel the same. But what if you did? He had to take that chance, he decided. You were more than worth it.

Scooting out of his chair, he slapped a few dollar bills onto the table before slipping his jacket on and grabbing his phone.

“Go get her, Mish,” Jared smiled.

God, he just hoped he wouldn’t regret this.

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You were half asleep with the TV still on when someone knocked on your door, startling you awake.

You groaned, tossing the sheets back and stumbling over to the door. “I’m coming!”

You unlocked the door and swung it open, your mouth falling open in surprise.

“Misha?”

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