For
thevinegarworks' prompt - Jensen/Misha. Silly hats. GO.
Earflaps - Jensen/Misha, PG
Misha emerges from the depths of Jensen’s closet with something round and furry. He pouts at it, pokes at it, and his eyes light up with a maniacal glee that Jensen sees from across the room when he discovers the earflaps.
“You have got to be kidding,” Jensen says when Misha tries to wear the hat to bed.
“In Soviet Russia…” Misha begins solemnly, best Boris Badenov accent in place.
Jensen silences him with a kiss, rips the hat off Misha’s head, spikes of hair tufting every which way.
“Why, Natasha,” Misha laughs against Jensen’s mouth.
The hat is forgotten.
and because I managed to challenge myself in the comments to write silly hats as ANGST.. the following:
Hats - Jensen/Misha, PG
Jensen was sick of the hats. Sick of the accents and the faces and the deflected questions.
Mainly he was just sick of Misha being everyone but himself.
Sure, sometimes it was funny. Okay, to be fair, a lot of the time it was funny, downright side-splittingly hilarious, even.
But when Jensen was trying to have a conversation with the guy... Trying to tell him something important, something that was sharp and lodged in his gut and needed releasing...
Then? Then it was annoying. And strangely painful. Then, the stupid hat on Misha’s stupid head just wasn’t all that funny.