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No Maison, no - Misha Collins x Reader (Oh Westy - Part 4)

"No Maison, no" you breathed out.

"Mom!" she said with a giggle, jumping slightly on her chair, her hands always extended towards you to pick her up.

The smile had faded completely from your face and you were taking in deep breaths trying to keep the tears that had welled up in your eyes from rolling.

"She wants you to pick her up. Come on (Y/n)!" Vicki said, the smile never leaving her face.

It was weird, though. Had she not realized that Maison was calling you mom instead of her?

"Mom" the little girl repeated, making weird motions with her hands towards you. Always ready for you to pick her up.

Vicki laughed again, her eyes never leaving her daughter "Oh wait till Misha hears this!" she said excitedly.

"He was so sure that her first word was going to be dad, like West's. Can't wait to tell him." she laughed and kissed her daughter's cheek, Maison's eyes never leaving you but the smile that was previously on her face was replaced by a small pout this time.

"What do you say (Y/n)?" Vicki asked but when she turned to look at you the smile faded from her lips too.

Tears were running down your cheeks, despite your best efforts to keep them in, and although you tried to hold them back sobs were starting to shake your whole body.

"Oh my (Y/n) wha-" she started asking but didn't say more as you cut her off.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry Vicki I- I really am. I- I- God, I am so terribly sorry Vicki. I didn't- I didn't think she would-" you started stuttering out tears not stopping to roll.

"Whow whow, hey (Y/n), no. No (Y/n) relax, please, dear. Just- come sit here." she said and motioned for you to sit on a chair that was nearby, putting her hands on your shoulders and trying to calm you down.

"(Y/n), please. Take a deep breath ok?" she said and you did as told, wiping the few tears away.

"Now will you tell me why you were apologizing?" she asked with a kind smile and you felt guilty to even look in her eyes.

"I- Maison- She-" you let out a shaky breath and tried to muster all the courage you had "She just called me mom, Vicki"

"So?" she asked with a smile and you looked at her with a deep frown "She called you mom, yes, that was very much obvious but- is that why you were crying and apologizing?"

"I- yeah, actually yeah" you managed to say.

"Oh dear, but why? (Y/n) you shouldn't be like that. Maison just said her first word and Misha just lost a bet so he owes as both a huge favor, if you remember" she said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood, and reminding you of the bet you had long ago put with Misha.

"Yeah, I guess" you managed to chuckle "But Vicki- she- she called me mom. Me. And..." you bit your lip "... I am not her mother. You are. And you were standing right next to her and she- she called me her mom Vicki. But I do not have that right." you said looking down at your hands.

"Oh (Y/n), so this is what it is all about huh?" she asked and laughed softly "I am perfectly aware of the fact that I am her mother (Y/n). I gave birth to her, that is something I surely will not forget. But that doesn't mean that I am the only that has the right to be called mom by her, or West for that matter. You care about her, (Y/n). You really care about her the way I do. You make sure that her and West are fine and have everything they need, happiness and love above all. You've been there on moments that I couldn't and really I can't be more grateful to you about that. I really can't express how grateful I am to you for loving them and caring about them so much, even though they are not your own children. (Y/n)- look at me" she said softly and you looked up at her.

"If there would ever be someone that my children would call mother, other than me, then I would not be more happy than that someone to be you. Because you have that right, (Y/n). You have earned it. Not by faking care but by truly loving them as if they were your own." she smiled glancing at Maison for a split second then back at you "Besides- I don't think there would ever be someone more ideal for that crazy man up there than you" she added and you could swear you felt your cheeks burn hot.

"I- Misha and I are just friends, Vicki. We- we don't- It's- We-" you started stuttering before you were cut off by her laughing.

"Oh I know that. Very well for that matter. It's just- I know that Misha will move on, one day. And honestly I want him to. That's why we got the divorce. We both knew that what we had between us was long ago over. And that's why are good friends now, anyway. Just- I would honestly never be able to picture him without you by his side." she said and you head snapped in your direction "You, (Y/n), are the only person that I know would care and love him as much as I once did, if not more. Just like I know that you are the only person that would love Maison and West this much. And... let's be honest. You do, don't you?" she smirked raising an eyebrow and you looked down at your hands, knowing fully well that she didn't mean just the love for Maison and West but for Misha too.

"I- We're just friend, Vicki. He..." you took in a deep breath "He doesn't see me that way" you mumbled.

"Well, you never know now, do you?" she smiled and you just shook your head.

You opened your mouth to speak but were of course cut off by Misha's voice.

"You never know what?" he asked, making his way into the kitchen.

"What she could say next" you immediately said.

"Who do you mean by 'she'?" he asked with a frown.

"Maison" Vicki said with a big smile "She just said her first word, and guess who owns a big favor to the both of us" she grinned and Misha couldn't help but smile too.

"She- she actually said her first word?" he said and looked at Maison with adoration in his eyes.

"Yeah" you said in a hoarse, but still filled with happiness, voice "She said mom"

Misha looked at you as if he could just read you and you couldn't avert your eyes from his.

"Mom" the little girl giggled again, clapping her hands and looking at you.

You looked at her then back at Misha whose look you couldn't decipher and then suddenly decided to get up, not knowing how much you could stand in the same room as him and in desperate need of some time alone for you to think.

"I'll uh- I'll take her and put her to sleep for about an hour, she's probably tired" you muttered and without daring to glance at them, you took Maison in your hands and made your way out of the kitchen and walked upstairs.

Silence followed for a while before Misha decided to break it.

"Did she uh- did she call her mom?" he asked with trembling voice.

"Yeah" Vicki said with a small smile.

"Oh dear" Misha muttered running a hand down his face.

"Misha-" Vicki's voice made him look at her "-Stop wasting any more time. It's now or never." she spoke to him with a determined voice and Misha let out a sigh.

Now or never echoing in his head.

~~~

After making sure Maison was clean and you had changed her diaper you made your way with her in your arms to her room. Dressed in new clothes you put her in her crib but as it was expected she didn't seem like sleeping any time soon.

So instead you took her in your arms and started rocking her back and forth in hopes that she was going to get some shut eye.

"You're not going to make it easy for me, are you?" you asked her, not really expecting an answer.

She merely giggled and extended her hands towards you, one of her small palms touching your cheek "Mom" she said and you couldn't help but smile down at her.

"Yeah, sweetie?" you asked once more not expecting an answer but only enjoying the feeling that her calling you mom brought to you.

She only giggled more and said excitedly "Mom".

You laughed along with her. The feeling this brought to you was truly amazing and impossible to describe. You felt your heart swell and tears well up in your eyes, happy ones this time.

Or maybe a little bit sad because the reality was much different that this.

You let out a breath and shook your head "Come on now Maison, you've got to sleep. Let's see what can I do about that." you bit your lip "A song?" you asked and she clapped her hands excited.

"A song it is then" you mumbled and starting humming a song that your mother would often sing to you as a baby, or so she had told you anyway.

You rocked her back and forth singing the lyrics softly to her like a lullaby, completely unaware of the pair of blue orbs looking at you from behind.

Misha had opened his mouth to speak but immediately stopped as soon as he came face to face with the most beautiful sight he had seen in his life. He felt a fond smile spread on his lips and his heart swell at seeing you with his daughter in his arms, singing to her to get her to sleep. He let out a soft sigh and rested his weight against the door-frame, not wanting to disturb you because honestly he didn't want you to stop. There were moments he wondered if you were a natural talent, if that's how you were with all kids but now he realized it that it was just a special connection you shared with his kids. And he truly loved that.

He felt his eyes slowly open, not really realizing when he had closed them, as he saw you make your way to Maison's crib and slowly place her there, a soft humming could still be heard but it slowly came to an end.

You stood there for a good while, just gazing down at her with adoration; wishing for the moment to never end.

You took in a sharp breath when you felt a hand on your back. You turned your head to look at Misha look at you with the most calm expression you'd ever seen on him. Pure bliss and happiness in his eyes that it really captivated you.

He stood next to you and leaned in to look at Maison sleeping peacefully in her crib. He looked at her in true awe and so did you, although you were looking at him. You slowly and reluctantly averted your eyes from him to look at the little girl.

You felt Misha rest his forehead on the side of your head but you didn't move. You didn't dare move, you didn't dare even breath. You just closed your eyes for a split second, and taking in a deep breath, at the same time breathing in Misha's cologne or natural scent you couldn't really tell. He did smell amazing, that was for sure. You enjoyed the warmth his hand that was around your back and arms brought you.  

"Truly unbelievable" you heard him mutter and you opened your eyes slowly, turning to look at him.

"What?" you breathed out, not expecting this close proximity.

"Unbelievable. It is unbelievable how much she really looks like you when you sleep" he muttered and looked from you to the little girl, you doing the same.

"Yeah" you only managed to say, resting your head on his chest; eyes never leaving Maison.

"So beautiful" he muttered but you were not sure if it was about you or the little girl sleeping.

You soon realized it was the former.

You felt his hand rest on yours that was resting on the crib. Shivers ran down your spine and you couldn't help but turn to look at him. His intense blue eyes locked with yours and you instantly knew there was no going back. He had you. For good.

Having a crush on your best friend was cliche but falling in love with him when you knew that you were going to get hurt was the worst thing in the world.

"I-I'm sorry" you stuttered, pulling away from him and shaking your head.

"Wha-" he breathed out "(Y/n)-" he only managed to say before you cut him off.

"I'm sorry, Misha. I- I just- I can't do this. I'm sorry" you muttered before hurrying out of the room.

"No (Y/n)" he only managed to say as in an instant you were out of the room and running down the stairs, tears having welled up in your eyes.

"No" he breathed out as he watched you run away from him.
Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader - Part 4
Part 4!
I said it for the previous chapters and I'm gonna say it again just in case. 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. I don't mean to sound rude but it is as it is. No like-y, no read-y. There's no need for rude comments of how you don't approve of this kind of fics. 
Enjoy~! xx'
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Oh Maison - Misha Collins x Reader (Oh Westy - Part 3)

"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.
Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader - Part 3
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. I don't mean to sound rude but it is as it is. No like-y, no read-y. There's no need for rude comments of how you don't approve of this kind of fics. 
Anyway- I hope you like it! ^U^ xx'
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No Westy, no - Misha Collins x Reader (Oh Westy - Part 2)

"No Westy, no!" you exclaimed through giggles as the young boy kept jumping up and down on your bed - or more like Misha's bed.

You had been sleeping peacefully in Misha's bed and had woken up when you heard little bare footsteps on the floor and then tiny arms grabbing pieces of tangled hair out of your face. You didn't open your eyes and tried to prevent yourself from smiling because you knew very well who it was. You felt his face close to yours and heard his voice whispering to you, asking if you were awake or not. You did not respond which of course lead West to shaking you to get you to 'wake up'. But you pretended to still be asleep nonetheless. Needless to say one thing lead to another and soon - once he realized you were awake - you had a little boy jumping up and down, trying to get you to get up from bed.

"But come ooooon!" he whined trying to take the blankets off you. He grasped onto them tightly with his small fists and tried to remove them from you but you took hold of them before he could.

"Get up! Come ooon!" he insisted and you just shook your head, pursing your lips in a childish way.

"No, I don't want to get up!" you said and covered your head with the blankets.

"No! Come on, mommy!" you heard West whine again and you had a hard time not smiling at hearing him call you 'mom' again. Maybe some part of you felt sad that you were not actually this amazing child's mother and were never actually going to be but hearing him call you that and knowing that he actually considered you like his mother made your heart swell.

"Mooom! Get uuuup!" he whined again and you giggled when you felt him tug at your covers, trying and of course failing to take them off of you.

"No, Westy! No!" you said through more laughter, feeling him jump up and down.

"Pleeease!" he said in a baby voice again.

You had no chance to respond this time because Misha's voice cut you off.

"What is going on here?" you could hear the smile in his voice and uncovered your head to look at him leaning against the door-frame.

His smile got even bigger when saw your own huge one.

"Daddy!" West exclaimed "Mommy won't get up!" he said making a pout-y face.

The smile slightly fell from your face when you heard West call you 'mom' in front of Misha. You knew that Misha was going to probably say to West that you were not his mother and thus prove to you once again that he did not feel the same way you did.

"Oh is that so?" Misha raised a playful eyebrow at you and smiled even more, making you actually wonder if he heard what West said.

"So mommy refuses to get up from bed, huh? Let's see what we can do about that" he smirked as he came closer to you and your eyes widened at seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh no, Misha, no!" you shook your head and tried to back away from him.

"Oh yes, (Y/n), yes!" he grinned widely and before you could react he was on top of you attacking your sides mercilessly, your hysterical giggles, his low chuckle and West's laughter filling the room.

"No, Misha! N-no! P-please!" you tried to say through your laughter but of course Misha didn't stop.

"M-Misha, pl-please s-stop! Misha!" you exclaimed through giggles as his fingers ran over your sides. You tried to stop him, in vain though.

"Are you going to get up?" he stopped for just a while to look at you.

You tried to gain your breath and wiped away a few tears but then looked at him with pursed lips "No" you said firmly like a stubborn child.

He didn't do anything, just shrugged "Eh fine then" was all he said and then resumed to attacking your sides.

"M-Misha!" you exclaimed once again.

You laughed so hard that your stomach hurt but it didn't seem as if he was going to stop. At some point you heard West's childlike giggles and then him hoping on the bed, but you were too focused on the 'torture' Misha was making you go through that you couldn't think of anything else - ok, maybe save for the part that Misha was on top of you that would be considered really... intimate, if the situation wasn't like this. He was literally all over you, his face even buried in your neck; making you able to hear his deep chuckle.

You let out a sigh of relief and took in deep breaths, laughing occasionally, when he finally stopped. Misha was doing the same.

"You're a stubborn ass, you know that?" he said with a chuckle and you rolled your eyes, slapping his shoulder.

"Don't talk like that in front of... West?" you raised an eyebrow, looking at the direction you expected him to be.

"Where did he go?" you asked mostly yourself.

"Probably to eat his breakfast, it'll be getting cold anyway. That's why he came to wake you up. But as I said, your're a stubborn ass and won't get up." he said matter-of-factly.

"Oh shut up! You know the bed's really comfortable after all." you said, but couldn't help but giggle just slightly.

"Hm yeah, true. But you are more comfortable." he hummed and nuzzled his face in your neck.

You gulped and felt your cheeks burn hot "Misha" you whispered, voice barely audible.

"Ssshh" he said in a really low voice "Just let's stay like this for a little while" he said and let out a soft sigh, wrapping his arms around you.

You hesitated but wrapped your arms around him too, one hand around his back and another one making it's way up to his head, and you ran your fingers through his short hair. You heard him hum in pleasure and couldn't help but smile just slightly.

"You smell really good" you heard him mumble, his lips brushing your neck and sending shots of electricity through your spine.

"So good" he whispered again and you closed your eyes, resting your head on his.

Your eyes shot open when you felt him kiss your neck, though, and that was not what surprised you the most.

It was the sight of an empty bedroom and a closed door that made your heart sink.

It was just a dream.

You closed your eyes just for a few moments, wishing that you would return to that dream once again. But that was not going to happen.

You sighed and opened your eyes just slightly, looking up at the ceiling and taking in deep breaths. Your heart hammered in your chest and you would be lying if you said that you already missed the feeling of Misha so close to you - in that way.

You shook your head and lifted the covers off of you, letting out another sad sigh. You slowly dragged your feet and made your way to the door, opening and walking out of the room towards the bathroom.

You were rubbing your eyes to get the sleep out of them - your thoughts drifting to the dream - but before you could realize it you felt yourself bump into somebody, you lost your balance and grabbed onto anything you could to help you not fall. You failed, though, as the person didn't have time to react and instead fell along with you.

"Ow" you groaned with a huff. You opened your eyes to see sky blue orbs staring right back at you. Misha was right on top of you, his body pressed to yours, leaving no room for you to move. He was flushed to you just like in the dream - the thought of which made your cheeks burn hot. The situation you were in didn't really help, either. His face was so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath on your face, mixing with your own, your faces were inches apart and his half-opened mouth was literally daring you to lean in press your lips to his.

"Sorry" his rasp voice broke your trail of thoughts and you looked up from his lips that you now realized you had been staring at for a good while.

"No, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking" you meant to say in a strong voice but it only came out as a whisper.

That's what had only been said until once again silence followed, both of you staring intensely at each other. It was somewhat awkward and uncomfortable but at the same time... at the same time it felt so comfortable. That's how it has always been with Misha. More often than not did you need to say something and silence around him felt always peaceful and comfortable.

But now there were moments that you honestly thought he was looking at your lips. And then there was this moment when you'd swear you saw him lean in but of course you had to be interrupted.

"Daddy? What happened?" West's voice snapped the both of you and it made Misha finally want to get up. He offered you a hand and you got up too.

"Nothing, I was just too focused on twitter that didn't saw (Y/n) and we bumped on each other" he said with a small smile.

"Are you hurt?" West asked looking at you and you smiled at him.

"No Westy, no. I'm ok" you ruffled his hair and he giggled.

"Ok. Daddy, come on the pancakes are ready" West said tugging at his fathers sleeve.

"I'm coming West, you go." he said and West ran down the stairs.

"Sorry for that again" Misha said with a low chuckle "I was really too much into twitter that I didn't see you coming"

"Don't worry, I was too much into dreamland that I didn't see you either" you said with a chuckle that died out when you saw the way he was looking at you, studying you so intensely as if he was seeing right through you; making you feel as if you were naked while you were wearing clothes. His clothes.

Oh.

You raised an eyebrows at him, without really intending to, which made Misha clear his throat and avert his eyes from you.

"So I was coming to wake you up-" he said and you could help the flashes from the dream appear "- and bring you your clothes. They're dry so if you'd like to wear them..." he trailed off, handing you your clothes that had dried throughout the night.

"Thank you" you said in a low voice with a small smile.

"You can change, of course, but... you know, you could just- you could just keep wearing these clothes too, to be more comfortable you know" he motioned to his clothes that you were wearing "Besides you look good in them." he said but then his eyes almost widened when he realized what had actually come out of his mouth.

He had just been speaking his mind, the warm feeling in his chest at seeing you in his clothes really made him lose all control he had over what he said. And Misha was not going to deny it to himself - maybe everybody else - but not himself. He really wished there would come a moment to see you in his clothes again and it would truly mean that you and him-

"I mean- I- Not that you don't look good in anything else. Of course. You look good in everything, just- I'd better go take Maison, she's probably awake by now." he muttered the last part and without a second look at you he turned to wait towards Maison's bedroom.

"No, Misha" your voice, barely audible, made him stop and turn to look at you.

"I'll go take Maison, you just go downstairs and make sure not to let West spark a fire" you said and he slightly chuckled.

"I guess you're right. Ok." he said with a smile and turned to walk downstairs.

"Oh and make some extra pancakes for me, will ya?" you said and heard him chuckle.

He turned his head to look at you, not having walked the stairs down yet, and spoke "Got it" he winked at you and you would be lying if you said that you didn't blush.

You and Misha had been friends for a really long time and even though you fooled around sometimes, you always knew that that's what it just was. Fooling around. You knew that he did not mean it and that he would never mean it. You were just friends. There was no way he would see you any different.

And at the thought of it, you couldn't help but feel your heart sink.

Maybe the fact that this time he seemed more serious about it and your hopes got up was even worse. Because just when you thought that there was just the slightest chance, you thought of how impossible that was, as well.

You were just friends, and that was not going to change.

~~~

"No Westy, no." you heard Misha protest at something obviously West had done or said. You laughed mostly to yourself, wondering what that kid had done again. You balanced Maison on your hands and hip, walking with her down the stairs.

"But how much more will I have to wait?" you heard West's sad voice.

"I don't know, West. But please- just- Don't- Don't call (Y/n), mom again. I know that you probably didn't mean it last night but- Just not again, ok?" you heard Misha's voice and stopped dead in your tracks, the pang in your chest hurt more than you'd expect.

"Why?" you heard West ask once again.

"Because she's not your mother, West. (Y/n) is not your mother, ok?" you heard Misha say firmly and you had to swallow the lump in your throat to keep the tears in.

"But daddy you said you want her to-" West started saying something again that really caught your interest but was cut off by Misha.

"I know West, but we talked about this. No talking about it until the time comes. Especially in front of (Y/n), alright?" he asked and you frowned, wondering what he actually meant by that and why they shouldn't talk about it in front of you.

You had no more time to stay in your 'hiding' place on the stairs as Maison's sneezing made your presence known.

You put on a happy face, as if you hadn't heard them at all, and walked towards the kitchen with the little girl in your hands.

"Obviously someone's caught a cold" you said with a smile, bouncing the baby girl in your arms as she giggled.

"And I blame you, Collins, for that" you glared at Misha playfully.

"Me? How would I ever want my own daughter to catch a cold?!" he faked hurt.

"Well I didn't say you'd want that per say, but the blanket you put on her for the night didn't do much of a job in protecting her from the cold." you said, setting her on her chair.

"Yeah well sorry for not being exactly an ideal mother" he rolled his eyes at you "After all I think that role is more ideal for you" he smiled cheekily at you and you had a hard time not frowning, wondering whether he actually meant it or not.

You had no time to question him, though, as West spoke up.

"(Y/n) look! Daddy and I made pancakes!" he exclaimed, showing you the plate full of pancakes and you had a hard time not showing your disappointment at hearing him call you just '(Y/n)'.

"Great job! At least you helped him, so I know I'm actually going to be eating something!" you said and the little boy smiled proudly.

"Uh excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" Misha looked at you again with fake hurt.

"What do you think? Last time you had me over and I let you cook the dinner I ended up not eating anything! I mean yeah, you may be a good actor but as a cook, sorry Misha, you suck!" you said matter-of-factly.

"Ouch! (Y/n) that hurts! I tried my best, ok?" he defended himself.

"Ok, ok. Besides, nobody can be as awesome as me!" you said proudly and he rolled his eyes again.

"Yeah add modest to that to!" he pointed out.

"Oh shut it!" you hit his shoulder "No move away, I want omelette today too and I'm not letting you make it" you said and moved in front of the pan that was already waiting for you. You put the ingredients in and waited for it to get ready.

"Yeah but obviously you still need me" he said smugly when he saw you struggling to flip it over.

"You'd wish! I'm a strong independent woman and sure as heaven do not need you, Collins!" you retorted.

"You and your feminism." he rolled his eyes at you "Come on just let me help you with that, or else your omelette is going to look worse than just burned" he said and before you could protest he came behind you and pressed himself close to you, his chest pressed to your back, while one hand went on your hip the other came to rest on top of yours that was holding the pan. He leaned down so that his face was close to yours and about the same level. With one swift movement he had flipped the omelette, really putting no effort in it.

"See, that's how you do. It's easy." he said said voice really low, his hot breath tickling your neck. He repeated the movement obviously trying to teach you how to do it but your mind was too focused on him being this close to you that you could not really think of anything else.

"For an awful cook as yourself you're pretty good at this" you murmured with a slight laugh, trying to lighten the mood that had honestly become really heavy.

"Maybe it's because you're here and I'm doing my best to impress you" he said and you could clearly hear the smirk in his voice.

"Impress me, huh? And why would you want that?" it came out in a much lower voice than you intended.

"Dunno, you tell me" he said and you averted your eyes to look at his hand on top of yours, his thumb rubbing over you knuckles and you could feel the one that rested on your hip making small circles.

You slowly turned your head, locking eyes with his, your faces just a few inches apart.

You opened your mouth to speak but did not have the chance to as a glass falling made you both jump. You both turned to look at the glass that was previously full of milk now on the floor.

"Sorry" West said with an innocent smile.

"It's ok. I'll clean that" you said in a haste, breaking free of Misha's 'hold'.

"No, no" Misha stopped you, putting a hand on top of yours; making you look immediately at him "I'll clean that" he said.

"Yeah, ok" you averted your eyes from his, letting out a breath "I'll- I- There is something I need to take from my car I'll be right back" you said a little bit too quickly and walked away from Misha before he could say anything.

You let out a breath as you walked away from the kitchen and Misha - Misha above all - and ran a hand down your face, trying desperately to calm down your rapidly beating heart. The effect this man had on you was impossible to describe but you knew for sure that what you felt for him scared you. It scared you to no end.

You walked towards the door, wanting to get out of the house - supposedly wanting to take something from your car that was parked right outside but in reality wanting to just take a few moments to yourself, take some deep breaths and relax.

You put your hand on the door-handle and opened it only to be met by the sight of a woman ready to hit the doorbell but having stopped as soon as the door opened, looking at you with a warm smile.

"Vicki?" you breathed out.
Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader - Part 2
Part 2 of Oh Westy is here!
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. I don't mean to sound rude but it is as it is. No like-y, no read-y. There's no need for rude comments of how you don't approve of this kind of fics. 
Anyway- I hope you like it! ^U^ xx'
P.S. Read Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader - Deleted Scene please before this, as well.
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Misha took West in his hands and walked with him to his room. He helped him get dressed and then tugged him to bed. His lips were pursed and he didn’t utter a word. Thoughts would not stop running through his mind, though.

“Daddy?” West’s voice snapped Misha from his trail of thoughts.

“Yeah, West?” Misha asked with a small frown.

“Why did you not let mommy put me to sleep?” West asked, looking up at his father with ever-innocent eyes.

Misha let out a sigh and averted his eyes from his son’s. He knew fully well that he did not mean Vicki, but you.

“(Y/n) is not your mother, West.” he said in an emotionless voice, though he knew that it hut him to say it.

“But-” West started speaking only to be cut off by Misha.

“She is not your mother West!” he snapped at his young son but immediately regretted it once he saw the look on West’s face.

“Sorry, Westy. I’m sorry” he said in a low voice, bending down to kiss his son’s forehead.

“Now go to sleep” he added in voice and after patting West’s head he got up.

His heavy footsteps were the only thing that could be heard while he made his way to the door until West’s voice broke the almost-silence.

“I know” he whispered in his childlike voice.

Misha turned to look at his son with a small frown.

“I know that she is not my mommy. But- but she could be, right?” West asked, looking at his father with eyes filled with hope.

“I-I want her to be my mommy. I want us to be a family.” he averted his eyes for a few second to look down.

“Don’t you?” he tilted his head, looking up at Misha again.

Misha let out a sigh he had been keeping for long, now.

“Yeah, West. I do” he mumbled, looking down at his feet; clenching his fists.

He had known you for a really long time and you two had come close in no time. Instantly becoming really good friends and once the hard times - with the divorce and all that - came he realized the truth that lay underneath all of that. The feelings he had for you for so long and that he pushed away. It was impossible for him not to fall in love with you, maybe realizing it was, but it was true nonetheless. And he knew it. For all this time. Wishing that despite everything there might be something there. That you might feel something for him, too.

That you would want to be with him like he did. To… have a family with him, even. Maybe it was too much of him to ask, since you were nothing more than two good friends - and he doubted you felt the same way he did -, but he had been feeling that way for you for so long that it had grown into much more. So much more.

“But-” he let out a pain sigh, walking slowly towards West’s bed “-she can’t be” he looked at his young son with a pained expression.

“Why?” West asked.

“She can’t be. Not unless she wants to. But we don’’t know that yet.”

“Then why don’t you ask her?” West asked again with hope.

“That might take some time, Westy” Misha said with a small chuckle, at the eagerness of his son.

He patted West’s head and spoke “But till then we will have to wait and you won’t push her, ok? That means you don’t call her mommy or say that you want us to be family to her, alright? And no way about how I feel for her” 

West nodded slight “Alright daddy, I will wait” he said and Misha smiled.

He patted his head once again and kissed his forehead “Good boy, now go to sleep” he said and got up from his son’s bed.

A/N: I suggest you read Oh Westy before this. I just uploaded so the next part that I am going to upload on Monday makes sense. I couldn't decide whether to upload it here or as a story but anyway.

Proud Alpha - Alpha!Crowley x Omega!Reader

"So don't expect me to do you any favors. I want you to have handed me your essays by... tomorrow" Crowley said with a smile and groans could be heard throughout the classroom.

"But sir, it's way too early. We won't have time" one voice could be heard from the back of the class.

"Well, then I suggest you start working on it as soon as possible." he smiled smugly again and before anyone could say anything more the bell was heard and everybody walked out of the classroom, some were muttering incoherent things.

"Can you wait a little bit?" his voice made you stop on your tracks.

Of course you thought.

You waited as all the students walked out of the classroom, some giving small smiles as a way of trying to reassure for what you were about to go through. Sympathetic smiles and soft pats on the shoulder were the only things they could give you because they knew that no matter what, you were not going to come alive out of that classroom. Hell, most of the times he asked to speak with a student the poor kid would come out crying. It really made everyone wonder if he was actually torturing people in there. Probably he was, seeing as he always closed the door and took his time. Crowley was known for being strict most of the time, sarcastic and funny when he wanted to, yes, sometimes, but above all he was strict. Everybody feared him, especially when he asked from a student to stay after class so that he would 'talk' with them. The fact that he was an Alpha made things all the more worse.

So to sum it up?

You were not probably going to live to see the sun rise the following day.

"Sit" he said, voice always calm.

Just as the last student exited the classroom and closed the door behind him you set your books on a desk and let out a breath.

"Just get over with it Crowley" you said with a roll of your eyes and crossing your arms.

Yeah, that's right. No Mr. Crowley, no sir, just Crowley. Behind closed doors of course. Your relationship with him was nothing like the one the other students had with him.

"Getting straight to the point I see" he chuckled and you couldn't help but smile just a little bit.

You had known Crowley for what seemed like your whole life, what with him being close friends with your parents and whatnot, and now that he was also your teacher you felt more at ease. Of course you kept the formalities every time somebody was present but the truth was that he was a dear friend of yours... and maybe just a little bit more, but you were never going to admit that. Not even to yourself.

In the beginning he was just a really close friend, family even, but when you started to grow up (during your teenage years) there was no point in hiding from yourself that you were attracted to the man. You couldn't help it anyway. At moments, it felt as if the man himself was daring you make a move. He flirted a lot, you had to admit that, and the fact that he always called you 'love' or 'darling' made your knees go weak. In the beginning you blamed it on the fact that he was an Alpha and you, being an Omega, were attracted to him because of that but now, at 18 years, you realized that it was not only that and... it honestly scared you.

Being in love with your teacher, who happened to be quite older than you, was not the easiest and most ideal thing in the world.

"Isn't that what I always do?" you smirked at him, raising an eyebrow.

You always had this kind of relationship with Crowley.

"True but this time me having a soft spot for you won't get you out of trouble, love" he said suddenly getting serious and you let out a sigh, knowing that probably this time this was not going to end well.

"I don't care Crowley. Just- just save me the talk and tell me what my punishment will be this time. I have to go to my next class" you muttered and went to grab your book but were stopped from Crowley himself.

"Not so fast, love." he smirked at you "Sit, first, we have a lot of things to talk about"

"Crowley-" you started protesting again but were cut off by him.

"I said sit, (Y/n)." he said in such a firm and loud (enough) voice that you were sure that he had the room shaking.

Or maybe it was just you. Because he surely had you shaking to the core, right now. You had rarely heard him speak in such an authoritative voice and now that he used your name as well... well, you were shaking for sure. Moments like this, when he looked deep in your eyes and so intensely, voice tone so stern and posture straight, you really got to realize that he was an Alpha. True leader, as most Alphas were.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and giving him a small nod as if you were intimidated - while you just had a hard time not thinking about how he had you feeling right now - you slowly sat down on one of the chairs that were for students.

"Great" he said with a smile, sitting on his own chair "Now where were we? Uh yes, to the part where you were telling me the reason to why I will have to give you a detention this time"

"Well, I guess we both know that don't we?" you said with a small chuckle and he laughed as well.

"You know what I mean, love. Now come on. You know I don't bite hard, tell me" he said and looked at you with an expecting look in his eyes.

You let out a sigh and ran a hand through your hair. No matter how many time you had to tell your teachers the reasons to why you would do things that were against the rules it always was tiring. You would admit that you were pretty deviant and you found it hard to comply with the rules but you were lucky enough to get away with just being scolded... thanks to Crowley. This time, though, you were sure that even though he wanted to get you out of trouble there was no saving.

"Do I really have to?" you looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Well, no I guess. But you know I always get what I want so I'm going to get it out of you one way or another, as well." he said with a small smile.

"Well, too bad I know all of your tactics then" you said with a smug smile.

"True but you said I don't have a few for you too? I know you better than anyone, darling. Don't forget that" he was quick to reply.

"True" you muttered "It's just... I don't really want to talk about it Crowley"

"(Y/n), come on now. You would tell me everything ever since you were a kid what happened now?" he said voice soft and calm like you had never heard Crowley.

You let out a sigh and spoke "They were picking on a girl, that's all."

"They were picking on a girl?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Carrie I think her name is. You must know her. She's a shy girl, doesn't speak much. And they were there making fun of her again after the incident in the showers." you said with a little shrug.

"Yeah, yeah I heard about her. Chris, Sue and those girls right?"

"Yeah, it was them. Well, not Sue but anyway. They were there making fun of her and Chris would not stop bugging her. I couldn't stand just like that, Crowley. Someone had to defend her. So I did." you replied.

"And you got in that big fight with her because... you were protecting Carrie White?" he raised an eyebrow and you nodded, not looking in his eyes "Now come on, love. You know I can tell when you're lying. Just tell me the truth" he added.

"I'm telling you the truth Crowley. She-" you started but he cut you off once again.

"(Y/n)" he said once again in that Alpha voice tone that had you frozen in your place "The truth" he added in the same tone and for some odd reason you found yourself unable to do anything else but tell him the truth. It was as if you were under compulsion. Which you found completely strange because even though other Alphas from your school (teachers and students) had tried that before it was never like this.

"They said... They said that I should be ashamed and that so would me Alpha" you muttered and you saw Crowley stiffen "They said that my Alpha would not be proud of me because I am not a nice and obedient little Omega like most. That neither he nor any other Alpha would want me because I am not obedient and always do as told. That- that because I am 'deviant' and don't follow orders, that he- that he would never want me and I- I couldn't take it Crowley. What they said just- I- I couldn't take it" you ended up saying in a low voice and before you could realize it, tears were rolling down your cheeks.

"Hey, no. No, (Y/n), no." he had by now come by your side and held onto your shoulders "(Y/n), hey, look at me. Look at me" he said firmly and you couldn't do anything but obey. His voice was soft and you had not heard him talk to you like this many times but you surely could get used to it.

"No, tears ok? They are not worth it. Hey, no. No tears" he spoke looking at you and the tears that would not stop to roll.

"Hey what did I say? No tears!" he said firmly and as if by magic you found your tears stopping to roll, little by little.

"They are not worth it. No one is worth your tears. Don't forget that, love. Now, brush them off and go to your next class." he said cupping your cheek.

"I-I don't have one. I have a free period" you said with a small smile and he looked at you with a fake glare.

"Maybe I have to practice a little bit more on getting to know when you lie or not" he said mostly to himself.

"I would never lie to you, Crowley- Ok yeah maybe I just did but- You know what I mean" you said with a light chuckle and small shrug.

"I know, darling. Now go to your friends, I have some business to take care of" he said and you nodded, taking your books "See you later Crowley."

"See you later little Omega" he said and kissed your hand that he had taken hold of.

You giggled slightly and brushing a few strands from your face you walked out of the class, after of course glancing one last time at Crowley who... despite trying to mask it had an angry look on his face as if he was about to murder somebody.

Well, he might as well would.

~~~

You let out a sigh, rubbing your temples with your hand as you got out of the library. School was over a couple hours ago but you stayed behind because you needed to do research for your essay for Crowley. Being so close to him had it's perks, like him being a little bit more lenient when it came to you than other students, but that didn't change the fact that you were still his student and had to do what everyone else did - which of course was to hand your essay tomorrow. There were moments, actually, that he was strict with you as much as he was with the rest of his students.

Maybe if I was more than just a student or really close friend then he would consider being a little bit more lenient. He's an Alpha after all so- you thought but shook your head at the crazy ideas. As much attracted to him you were and as much as you'd wish to be with him in that way you knew that there was probably no chance.

You looked down at your feet as you walked down the hallway of your school, making your way to Crowley's office. He had accompanied you many times when you returned home and you always enjoyed talking with him during that time. So that is what you were going to do today.

As you walked, though, something caught your attention. It was Chris' obnoxious voice, complaining that... she shouldn't be in detention? What was she doing in detention class?

You looked through the window and sure as hell she was there. Her as well as her gang.

What? was your only thought.

You made your way quickly to Crowley's office and you knocked the door but entered without waiting for a response.

"Well, by all means. Suit yourself" he said with a chuckle as he saw you walk in.

"What is Chris and all of her friends doing in detention?" you asked him quickly.

"Ah so you saw them, didn't you? I was thinking of what punishment they deserved but couldn't really think of one that could actually be considered a punishment for them. But then I thought better and... prom is in about a week, right? Whoever gets detention though is forbidden of that privilege so..." he asked with a proud smirk and a wink, trailing off because he knew that you could understand what he meant.

"Yeah, but- I don't understand. Maybe a little bit, ok. But still- shouldn't I be there too? I was involved in the fight as well. You said it yourself, there was no way of saving me from it" you looked at him frowning.

"Uh maybe but what can I say... you made your Alpha really proud today so consider it a reward for it." he smiled at you cheekily and your frown got deeper.

"My- My what? My Alpha? Crowley what- what are you talking about?" you asked, your breathing becoming faster and faster.

"What? You want me to say it out loud, now?" he raised and eyebrow and got up from his desk to come closer to you "I am the Alpha here, little one. Let's not forget that, right?"

"Wh-what?" you could only breath out.

You honestly found it impossible to believe it.

"You don't believe me, do you?" he smirked as you looked up at him with almost wide eyes "I don't blame you. It's hard for you little Omegas to know who your Alpha is but I expected more from you, (Y/n)"

"You- what? Then- then why didn't you say anything, huh?" you asked suddenly getting defensive.

"I don't know if you have realized it but I am actually your teacher, despite any fantasy you may have in you pretty little head about me. Yes, you are 18 but either way- you get it" he said with a small shrug.

"And you just decided to say it now? Why?" you raised an eyebrow and waited for his answer, watching him closely as he purred some more whiskey in his glass.

"Eh well, can't stand back and just watch when they don't treat my little Omega right, can I? Besides, believe it or not-" he set his glass down and walked closer to you "-it does hurt to see you cry, darling." he said cupping your cheek and giving you a soft smile.

This.. was a side of Crowley you were sure you could get used to seeing more often.

And maybe you would... even for the rest of your life.

"So- you're basically saying that you are..." you trailed off and looked at him with a smirk.

"You want to hear it, don't you?" he chuckled slightly and you smirked more.

"Oh by all means" you said in a low and seductive voice.

"Well then... I am not going give you that pleasure, darling" he smirked more when he saw your smile fall but of course it soon returned when in a swift movement he had lifted you from the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist he had you sitting on his desk; lips soon crashing to yours and kissing you roughly and full of passion.

Your eyes were wide and your cheeks burning hot, your lips pink and kiss-swollen and above all heart hammering in your chest, reading to break out. It was as if electricity shot through you and it was a feeling that you've never had before with any guy.

"But I am surely inclined to give you other kinds of pleasure" he smirked winking at you and you couldn't help the slight giggle that left your lips at the sight in front of you.

Crowley's eyes shining with mischief, maybe hunger as well, happiness for sure and...

...pride.
Proud Alpha - Alpha!Crowley x Omega!Reader
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Misha took West in his hands and walked with him to his room. He helped him get dressed and then tugged him to bed. His lips were pursed and he didn’t utter a word. Thoughts would not stop running through his mind, though.

“Daddy?” West’s voice snapped Misha from his trail of thoughts.

“Yeah, West?” Misha asked with a small frown.

“Why did you not let mommy put me to sleep?” West asked, looking up at his father with ever-innocent eyes.

Misha let out a sigh and averted his eyes from his son’s. He knew fully well that he did not mean Vicki, but you.

“(Y/n) is not your mother, West.” he said in an emotionless voice, though he knew that it hut him to say it.

“But-” West started speaking only to be cut off by Misha.

“She is not your mother West!” he snapped at his young son but immediately regretted it once he saw the look on West’s face.

“Sorry, Westy. I’m sorry” he said in a low voice, bending down to kiss his son’s forehead.

“Now go to sleep” he added in voice and after patting West’s head he got up.

His heavy footsteps were the only thing that could be heard while he made his way to the door until West’s voice broke the almost-silence.

“I know” he whispered in his childlike voice.

Misha turned to look at his son with a small frown.

“I know that she is not my mommy. But- but she could be, right?” West asked, looking at his father with eyes filled with hope.

“I-I want her to be my mommy. I want us to be a family.” he averted his eyes for a few second to look down.

“Don’t you?” he tilted his head, looking up at Misha again.

Misha let out a sigh he had been keeping for long, now.

“Yeah, West. I do” he mumbled, looking down at his feet; clenching his fists.

He had known you for a really long time and you two had come close in no time. Instantly becoming really good friends and once the hard times - with the divorce and all that - came he realized the truth that lay underneath all of that. The feelings he had for you for so long and that he pushed away. It was impossible for him not to fall in love with you, maybe realizing it was, but it was true nonetheless. And he knew it. For all this time. Wishing that despite everything there might be something there. That you might feel something for him, too.

That you would want to be with him like he did. To… have a family with him, even. Maybe it was too much of him to ask, since you were nothing more than two good friends - and he doubted you felt the same way he did -, but he had been feeling that way for you for so long that it had grown into much more. So much more.

“But-” he let out a pain sigh, walking slowly towards West’s bed “-she can’t be” he looked at his young son with a pained expression.

“Why?” West asked.

“She can’t be. Not unless she wants to. But we don’’t know that yet.”

“Then why don’t you ask her?” West asked again with hope.

“That might take some time, Westy” Misha said with a small chuckle, at the eagerness of his son.

He patted West’s head and spoke “But till then we will have to wait and you won’t push her, ok? That means you don’t call her mommy or say that you want us to be family to her, alright? And no way about how I feel for her” 

West nodded slight “Alright daddy, I will wait” he said and Misha smiled.

He patted his head once again and kissed his forehead “Good boy, now go to sleep” he said and got up from his son’s bed.

A/N: I suggest you read Oh Westy before this. I just uploaded so the next part that I am going to upload on Monday makes sense. I couldn't decide whether to upload it here or as a story but anyway.

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I won't think about you every single day
And I may forget to mention your name as I pray
Soon enough
I'll be able to survive without you
Cause soon enough
you'll be gone
and I'll be left to look at our broken pieces
Soon enough I will be nothing but a fallen angel
Cause you are my heaven

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Rise-Of-Majora Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2015  Student Digital Artist
thanks 4 da fav
i see you like more supernatural and avengers, is curious cuz is my first x reader and its about jurassic park / world and reader, forgive me if is about child reader, is just because i feel like a child
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No, it's totally ok! We all feel like children on the inside after all! :D I just saw the movie yesterday and I was really happy to find an x Reader story about it here in dA, so thank you for writing it :)
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Do you take requests or commissions?
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Hey, girl! It's been such a long time since we last talked! How have you been? ^U^ ♥ ♥
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Good, but lately I feel a little bit anxious cause my exams are approaching. But other than that good c:
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Anytime, dear! I really enjoy your works!! They're a very good read! ^w^
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Aww thank you very much again, then!! :D :heart: :iconsupertighthugplz:
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