A/N: It happened! It’s here! The first ever Misha request! I hope you like it. ;) I also hope Misha doesn’t find this.
Panel Wars // Misha x Reader
Warnings: Misha antics, definitely.
Request: Gaaahhhhh! Your preference was amazing. Could I request a reader x Misha? Where they’re acting all day and then they go to panel and Misha does cute couple things with the reader and crashes her panel when shes on with Jensen and Jared? And all the fans adore them and it’s super cute and public relationship fluff? (Sorry if it doesn’t make sense, haha)
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“That’s a wrap!”
The crew was instantly crowding the set as the shoot for the
scene ended and you immediately got up from the floor, wiping some of the fake
blood off of your cheek with your thumb and bounding over to an unsuspecting
Misha, still clad in his signature trench coat and looking down at the script
to get a head start on tomorrow’s lines.
“Hey,” you grinned as you stood in front of him, but before
he could even so much as look up, your thumb smeared the fake blood onto his forehead,
a snort making its way out of your throat as you looked at your handiwork.
“Why do I feel like Simba all of a sudden?” he asked
immediately, unable to keep that bright smile from splitting his face as he set
his script down on a table to give his full attention to you.
“Because I am Rafiki,” you giggled, mimicking his smile as
you walked with him to the trailers outside, ready to wash up and get going to
the panel you’d be doing today, later in the afternoon.
Early morning shoots were always incredibly exhausting but
needed to be done, but panels were always energizing and you were eager to head
out. It’d be all four of you today, splitting up for different panels as the
afternoon wore on, but that was always a fun time.
“Okay, baboon. Are we riding together or not?” Misha asked,
an arm draped over your shoulder as you walked to your trailers, conveniently located
next to one another, and you tilted your head up to flash him a beaming grin.
“We’re ride or die, right?” you asked, stifling your laugh,
and Misha snorted in response, pushing you gently towards your trailer as he
made his way towards his.
“Do you even know if you’re using that term right?”
“Not at all. But yes, we’re going together. You can’t get
rid of me that easily.”
— — — — —
The place was as packed as you’d expected, but it got your
heart pumping when you saw the big turnout every time. It felt good to know
that what you were doing was being enjoyed by who knows how many people and
that they’d come to see you in person, goofing off with the other guys.
“Starting off with a funny story today, Y/N?” Jared grinned
at you as you peeked out at the crowd, and you nudged him playfully after
pulling away from the sight of it, hearing your name being called for some last
minute hair and makeup retouching.
“Always,” you nodded, trying to keep a straight face for the
makeup artist but ultimately failing. Your smile always came around whenever
Misha popped in out of nowhere, and he was up in the conversation in an
instant, phone in hand.
“Maybe instead of starting off with a funny story for the
panel, you should start with a lame one. Like how you Simba’d me today,” Misha
grinned, dodging the playful swat at his arm you threw at him.
“That was funny, you jerk! Admit it.”
“It was the least funny thing anyone has ever done to me,
baboon,” Misha shot back, then stood next to you once your makeup had been
touched up for panel. His phone was up in front of you, camera ready and
showing your faces on the screen, and you instantly got closer to him and
smiled for the picture. It was nearly second nature to you now, not that you
minded; you’d been used to pictures with Misha for a long time now.
But, he didn’t take the picture, and through the screen, you
saw him give you a faux dirty look.
“Now you’re making lame faces. Do a funny one with me, don’t
be afraid to let loose every once in a while,” he teased you, face straight as
can be, but you rolled your eyes with a smile before pulling the weirdest face
you could, watching in horror as Misha leaned in and did the exact opposite as
you, smiling casually as he snapped the picture. You couldn’t even swipe his
phone from him, watching in horror as he pulled up his Twitter account, ready
to post it up. “Now everyone’s going to see how weird you are, isn’t that
“Panel’s up in five!” a crewmember yelled, and you turned to
make your way to the stage and find your seat, ignoring a giggling Jared to
walk with Jensen instead. You’d just have to get Misha back for his antics
The music was still blaring while things got set up, but
from backstage you saw the one of the hosts for the panel pop up to the stage
as things quieted down, going to introduce all of you.
As she called your names out, you felt your phone buzz in
your pocket, and you pulled it out quickly to see that it was alerting you of a
tweet you were mentioned in, from Misha himself. You didn’t have to open it to
know what it was all about.
You perked up and stuffed your phone back into your pocket,
making your way to the stage with Jensen and Jared, a big smile on your face as
you waved out to the crowd and took a seat by Jared in one of the suede chairs
they’d set out for you for the panel.
“I saw you checking your phone before you came out,” Jensen
said, microphone in hand, and you rolled your eyes dramatically at his
accusation. “Why did you think that was more important than this?”
“I didn’t!” you defended yourself, then turned out to the
crowd to give them a pout. “You guys are going to see a really awkward picture
of me and Misha on Twitter. Just a safe warning.”
There was a ripple of laughter and then, after saying your initial
greetings and how much you were happy to be there with them, things got
“I think we all know how these panels start,” Jared grinned,
turning to you expectantly. “I’ve been waiting to hear another embarrassing story
from you all day, don’t disappoint me.”
“Your life is literally just one big embarrassing story,”
Jensen chimed in, and you gave them both a short laugh as you nodded along and
gave the audience a bright smile.
“Shall we?” you asked, and you were encouraged by some
Like any other panel, you’d already mentally pre-selected
the story you were going to tell; it was always one that would outshine any of
Jared’s, an ongoing competition you two liked to have.
“Misha said I should tell you guys about what I did to him
this morning. He thought it was really lame but I’ve been laughing about it all
day,” you said, bringing the microphone closer to your face as you got started.
“So, when I have to wake up really early, I’m a little delirious.”
That was as far as you got before the cheers started, and
you saw everyone’s eyes divert from you to the place you’d walked onto the
platform. It all clicked in your head before you turned to look, but you
definitely weren’t surprised to see Misha there, smiling and waving as he
walked across the stage to where you, Jared, and Jensen were seated.
You watched as he walked past you to Jared, where he took a
seat on his lap and stole the microphone from him, laughing when he heard the
“Don’t tell them that story, Y/N. This is supposed to be fun
for them, not lame,” he told you, making everyone laugh, and you just shook
your head at him in disbelief.
“Go away,” you told him teasingly, shifting in your seat so
you could kick his leg gently. “Nobody even wants to see you here. Wait until it’s
your turn to come on here with Mark and Richard.”
“But I hate them,” Misha said immediately, earning some more
laughter from the crowd. “I think they’re so stupid. I like you guys a lot more than I like them.”
You and Jensen shared a laugh when Jared pushed him off his
lap and got his microphone back, but apparently, Misha was prepared. He pulled
a spare one out of his jacket and you heard the fans explode with laughter his
antics, and you had to admit, their good humor was contagious.
He turned it on, and after some feedback, lifted it up to
talk again as he walked towards the other side of the stage and grabbed a small
stool to set it down next to your chair.
“If the story’s going to be told, I’m going to be the one to
tell it so it’s not lame,” he went on, taking a seat on the stool and flashing
you a quick grin. “Y/N always acts like she’s high when she has to get up
earlier than usual and we had to do that today for a specific scene we were
shooting. And after we were done, I was just minding my own business and then I
hear her saying ‘hey’ to me, because she stalks me. Y/N’s really gross, and she
likes to remind people that she’s gross, and I just remember feeling her wiping
something really wet and sticky onto my forehead. At first, I thought she wiped
snot on me, but then I saw all the fake blood. I was so confused because I didn’t
understand why she’d do something like that, but then I realized that she’d
just done a really twisted version of the Simba thing to me. Because, again,
It seemed that every person sitting there in front of you
was in tears with laughter, including Jared and Jensen, who were both leaning
forward as they bellowed out their laughter. You could only sit there and take
it, laughing along with them, and you finally composed yourself after a minute
“Why do you always have to be this way?” you asked through
your laughter, and Misha just shrugged.
“I only like Jared
and Jensen sometimes, but I actually love you sometimes,” he answered, earning him a
collective ‘aww’ from everyone else.
You were about to say something to him but a fan in the
front row beat you to it, her voice loud so you’d be able to hear her.
“We love you and Misha!”
There were a few more cheers that suggested agreement and
you thanked them shyly, turning to flash Misha that smile of yours that you
liked to reserve for him.
“I can’t believe everyone is happy that I’m stuck with you,”
he told you with that shit-eating smirk of his, and you just rolled your eyes
for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.
He ran off a few minutes later as to not get in as much
trouble, and you risked a kiss on the cheek and let the crowd go a little wild
for that, grinning cheekily once Misha was safe and sound backstage.
“So, now that Misha’s out of the way, let’s get some
questions rolling,” Jensen suggested, and you and Jared nodded, looking out to
the crowd for some possible hands.
“I know Jared and Y/N like to prank each other a lot. Can we
know what the latest big prank was?”
a girl in the back asked, and her bright expression could be seen all the way
from where you were sitting.
Jared and you exchanged sneaky smirks and he lifted the mic
up to himself first, turning back to the audience to tell them all about it.
“I actually have to give Y/N some kudos for how well it
played out. I didn’t know how much she hated my fedoras until this happened.”
— — — — — —
A yawn made its way out of you as you walked backstage with
Jared and Jensen on your tail, all of you laughing at how well the panel had
managed to go, but you were stopped short when you felt Misha’s arm wrap around
“I’m going on in a few minutes,” he reminded you, pulling
you into his side as you waved to Jared and Jensen. “You should crash my panel
so I don’t die of boredom.”
“Shut the hell up, Misha,” you heard Mark call from
somewhere behind you, accent lilting his words, and you choked on a laugh when
you turned to laugh with him.
“I think I’m just gonna head out to lunch with Jared and Gen
before we head back here for photos,” you told him, giving him a quick peck on
the cheek. “Don’t say anything too offensive, Simba.”
Misha couldn’t respond in time; the panel was starting
already and a crewmember was waving him over before the host got a chance to
call his name out. He settled for sharing a hurried kiss with you before stolling
off to meet up with Mark and Richard, and you heard the screams and cheers as
they all made their way to sit down.
It couldn’t have played out better. You waved to Jared to
have him wait a minute, already pulling your phone out of your pocket as you
made your way over to the entrance to the stage, peeking out at Misha as he
playfully ragged on Mark and Richard.
You tiptoed out quickly and brought your finger to your lips
to shush the audience, standing behind Misha and crouching down so you could be
more level with him.
You were quicker than you’d imagined, which was a good
thing, and the camera on your phone was able to capture Misha’s hilariously
startled expression as you pressed your face next to his to snap a picture, a
bright and triumphant smile on your face as you saved the picture to your
“Oh, and by the way, Misha said he hates you guys,” you said
into his mic as you looked to Mark and Richard, who were already cracking up. They
booed your boyfriend jokingly and you squeezed Misha’s shoulder as a goodbye
before waving to the crowd, the cheers and laughs making you grin as you headed
out to have a quick lunch before the panel ended.
Jared didn’t need to be told about what you did to know, and
you sent off your revenge tweet with that mischievous glint in your eye,
another giggle leaving your lips when you looked over the photo you’d snapped
@Y/N: The most
romantic photo @mishacollins and I have ever taken together. #RafikiStrikesAgain