Call my (crazy) Misha
Title: Call me crazy Misha
Author: aescu
Characters: Misha, Viki
Classification: crack
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: ~1000
Warnings: crack
Disclaimer: Just a story, only Misha's photo and tweet are real.
Summary: Viki really loves her Misha, but sometimes he is more than just a bit crazy.
Written for spn_pic_for_fic prompt #8
AN: The mentiones Fanmix really exists, although currently I am not able to retrieve the link. If you don't know the song 'Call me Misha' from Hi-Fi you might want to visit this link (or watch below)
Once upon a time I've met you
It was many years ago
You said, call you simply Misha
I said you to tell me more
You said you are very crazy
I said you I'm crazy too
Then you said you really love me
And I said, "I love you too"
-- Call me Misha, Hi-Fi
Misha doesn't lurk. He merely researches and studies. The first time he discovered Mishaland he was... no, not afraid because Misha isn't frightened that easily... worried, yes, Misha was worried. Those fans seemed unhealthily obsessed. Not only with his entire person but with certain body parts especially. After reading a few very strange posts about Uriel tentacle raeping - shouldn't it be spelled rape? - Castiel he decided to consult his wife. Viki had seen a lot of sick crap in her live and she surely would know what to make of Mishaland.
"It's a capslock community, honey."
"Thank you, I wouldn't have noticed without you saying it. I thought all of their keyboards were broken..."
"No, smartass. Do you even know what that means besides writing in caps?"
Misha had to admit he had no clue.
But Viki just shrugged smiling, kissed her husband teasingly and whispered: "Don't take them too serious. It's just fun. A place to post really, really sick things. Like the stuff between you and those ponies..."
One good thing about Mishaland - besides the crappy manips that regularly had him in a laughing fit - were that some people really had talent. And sometimes he found even useful stuff. Like the fanmix. There was one song in particular that caught his attention (daep bap dap dawdap bap). It wasn't the kind of music he normally listened to but still... (one, two, three, four) Was it egomanic to have a song that features a man with your name as the protagonist on repeat on your mp3-player? He really couldn't care less. The song gave him strange ideas, inspired him. It was the perfect antidote (bap bap bapadaba) to Castiel's ever present, stoic, stick-in-the-ass seriousness.
They decided to spent the few days in autumn he was not needed on set hiking. Just Viki and himself. She had ordered him to pack lightly as she had caught him stuffing his mp3 player and a set of spare batteries inside his backpack. So it was entirely her fault that the Misha-song (di didndidi dindidi-di) was stuck in his head the entire weekend. And it was solely Viki to blame as he told her to stay where she was and make a picture as soon as he gave her the signal.
Misha walked a few minutes over light brown and creme colored rocks and stones until he thought he had found a fitting spot. "Pack lightly, yeah...," he snickered as he not only shed his jacket but dropped his pants, too. Soon the only thing he was wearing were his boots. Actually he had planned on discarding them also but the rocks looked very sharp and he did not want to have to continue hiking with cut soles.
~*~
Viki loved Misha. She really did. And the two of them had already had their fair share of crazy but this...? She watched taken aback as her husband stripped himself bare. Ok,there currently were no other people around but... What if somebody too climbed up the mountain? What if the satellite of Google Maps flew over them eagerly shooting pictures? She was not sure if she liked the idea of everybody being able to see her husband's naked butt on the web.
Viki was so enthralled that she didn't notice Misha waving. She kept staring, wondering what her husband was up to and if he planned on seducing her so she better pulled out the condomes she had in her backpack. It wasn't until Misha started giving full body signs like he was communicating with another ship that she membered his instruction. A photo... Right... Viki pulled out her cell and hastily shot a picture of her naked and still madly waving husband.
When Misha returned to his wife once more fully clothed he couldn't wait to see the picture. Viki handed him her phone still with a slightly confused look. At first Misha wasn't able to see anything besides endless rocks. It took him some time to spot himself on the tiny display.
"Didn't you use zoom?"
"Oh..., " Viki felt herself blushing.
~*~
Viki forgot about the picture soon after. It wasn't until a friend of her's called and told her that Misha had posted a nude photo of his on twitter... She really loved her Misha. But sometimes the guy was just plain crazy.
Author: aescu
Characters: Misha, Viki
Classification: crack
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: ~1000
Warnings: crack
Disclaimer: Just a story, only Misha's photo and tweet are real.
Summary: Viki really loves her Misha, but sometimes he is more than just a bit crazy.
Written for spn_pic_for_fic prompt #8
AN: The mentiones Fanmix really exists, although currently I am not able to retrieve the link. If you don't know the song 'Call me Misha' from Hi-Fi you might want to visit this link (or watch below)
Click to viewOnce upon a time I've met you
It was many years ago
You said, call you simply Misha
I said you to tell me more
You said you are very crazy
I said you I'm crazy too
Then you said you really love me
And I said, "I love you too"
-- Call me Misha, Hi-Fi
Misha doesn't lurk. He merely researches and studies. The first time he discovered Mishaland he was... no, not afraid because Misha isn't frightened that easily... worried, yes, Misha was worried. Those fans seemed unhealthily obsessed. Not only with his entire person but with certain body parts especially. After reading a few very strange posts about Uriel tentacle raeping - shouldn't it be spelled rape? - Castiel he decided to consult his wife. Viki had seen a lot of sick crap in her live and she surely would know what to make of Mishaland.
"It's a capslock community, honey."
"Thank you, I wouldn't have noticed without you saying it. I thought all of their keyboards were broken..."
"No, smartass. Do you even know what that means besides writing in caps?"
Misha had to admit he had no clue.
But Viki just shrugged smiling, kissed her husband teasingly and whispered: "Don't take them too serious. It's just fun. A place to post really, really sick things. Like the stuff between you and those ponies..."
One good thing about Mishaland - besides the crappy manips that regularly had him in a laughing fit - were that some people really had talent. And sometimes he found even useful stuff. Like the fanmix. There was one song in particular that caught his attention (daep bap dap dawdap bap). It wasn't the kind of music he normally listened to but still... (one, two, three, four) Was it egomanic to have a song that features a man with your name as the protagonist on repeat on your mp3-player? He really couldn't care less. The song gave him strange ideas, inspired him. It was the perfect antidote (bap bap bapadaba) to Castiel's ever present, stoic, stick-in-the-ass seriousness.
They decided to spent the few days in autumn he was not needed on set hiking. Just Viki and himself. She had ordered him to pack lightly as she had caught him stuffing his mp3 player and a set of spare batteries inside his backpack. So it was entirely her fault that the Misha-song (di didndidi dindidi-di) was stuck in his head the entire weekend. And it was solely Viki to blame as he told her to stay where she was and make a picture as soon as he gave her the signal.
Misha walked a few minutes over light brown and creme colored rocks and stones until he thought he had found a fitting spot. "Pack lightly, yeah...," he snickered as he not only shed his jacket but dropped his pants, too. Soon the only thing he was wearing were his boots. Actually he had planned on discarding them also but the rocks looked very sharp and he did not want to have to continue hiking with cut soles.
~*~
Viki loved Misha. She really did. And the two of them had already had their fair share of crazy but this...? She watched taken aback as her husband stripped himself bare. Ok,there currently were no other people around but... What if somebody too climbed up the mountain? What if the satellite of Google Maps flew over them eagerly shooting pictures? She was not sure if she liked the idea of everybody being able to see her husband's naked butt on the web.
Viki was so enthralled that she didn't notice Misha waving. She kept staring, wondering what her husband was up to and if he planned on seducing her so she better pulled out the condomes she had in her backpack. It wasn't until Misha started giving full body signs like he was communicating with another ship that she membered his instruction. A photo... Right... Viki pulled out her cell and hastily shot a picture of her naked and still madly waving husband.
When Misha returned to his wife once more fully clothed he couldn't wait to see the picture. Viki handed him her phone still with a slightly confused look. At first Misha wasn't able to see anything besides endless rocks. It took him some time to spot himself on the tiny display.
"Didn't you use zoom?"
"Oh..., " Viki felt herself blushing.
~*~
Viki forgot about the picture soon after. It wasn't until a friend of her's called and told her that Misha had posted a nude photo of his on twitter... She really loved her Misha. But sometimes the guy was just plain crazy.