Is it a drabble if it's 164 words?
Title: Misha Collins, The Fangirls’ Devil
Fandom: CW RPF
Category: Drabble, General, Humor
Characters/Pairing: Mark Pellegrino/Misha Collins
Summary: Mark thinks Misha might have done that on purpose.
Date Written: 06/17/2010
Word Count: 164 words.
Disclaimer: Misha and Mark belong to themselves, and their wives. Not me. This story, however, is all mine. I make no money off of anything.
Author's Notes: I read casiedearestfic’s story Just Wondering. Then we had a conversation - snippets from include but are not limited to:
Casie - I blame that video for everything, really. This whole impending Misha/Mark era is caused by that damn video, lol.
Dodger - (re: mark) Or he's terrified we will chop him up and grill him if he doesn't deliver - because honestly, who knows what urban legends Misha is spreading about us.
Casie - This is likely true. And I'm only more certain of that, thanks to the fact that Misha seems convinced that all spn fans are slashers,lol….there's about to be a boom in Marksha fic. Wonder how he'd feel about that, I'd love to know.
Dedication: To casiedearestfic, for giving us spn_saywut. I like living outside the box. And I need a place for the Jensen/Rob fic I’m writing. casiedearestfic, I reward you for your genius.
"So that slash thing was kind of weird to talk about in front of all the people who actually write it," Mark said, as Misha's security lead them out the back of the stage and into the side hallway.
"Nah," Misha said, shrugging, "They love it."
"Oooookay, if you say so," but Mark wasn't convinced. "Hey," he said suddenly, grabbing Misha's arm and coming to a quick stop.
The security man behind them nearly fell over.
"Now that you've talked about it...with me - I mean, you don't think..."
Misha just smiled, full and bright and evil.
"Misha, are they going to write stories about us having the buttsex together now?" and Mark could feel how hard he was gripping the other man's arm.
Misha arched an eyebrow. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mark. Don't be a silly man."
And then Misha was pulling away and strolling off down the corridor.
"Misha!" Mark hollered after him. "You did that on purpose! Misha!"