FIC: First Day, Jensen/Misha, PG-13
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cloudy_ficTitle: First Day
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,691
Story Number: This is Fic #1.
Disclaimer: These people do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Real Person Slash and unapologetic fluff
Summary: The new music teacher is not what Jensen expected at all.
Author's Notes: This story was originally written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
qthelights schmoop meme and will serve as the prompt, 'wild card' for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
schmoop_bingo.
Also, I'm playing catch up, so please bear with me as I have several of these fics to post tonight. Please forgive the slight spamming.
"Jeff told me the new music teacher shows up today," Jared said one morning as he delivered Jensen's breakfast to him. A large blueberry muffin and an even larger cup of coffee. That’s why Jared was Jensen's best friend. Because he brought Jensen sugar and caffeine.
"Good because I'm tired of trying to come up with songs to sing." He downed an obscenely large and throat scalding gulp of coffee without blinking. "And the kids are complaining that we never play the recorders anymore."
Jensen hated recorders. He hated them when he was in school and trying to teach a roomful of nine year olds to play them did nothing to change his opinion. Nothing was quite so painful as listening to twenty wheezy screechy recorders blaring at once.
But the kids loved them. And, he supposed, they deserved the chance to try and make music, however horrifying it was.
"What did Jeff say about him?"
Jared fell into the chair beside Jensen's desk with his own muffin in hand.
"Her," Jared corrected. "Jeff said her name is Misha Collins."
Probably a good thing. The last thing Jensen needed was to fall into a crush on a fellow teacher. He'd finally gotten to the point where he felt ready to start dating after his last relationship ended. Casting that romantic energy towards other staff members was an epically bad idea.
"Okay fine, did he say anything about her?"
"Not really. Just that she'd be starting today and since its fourth and fifth grade music day, that means we're first up."
"Sweet." Jensen grinned, perhaps a bit evilly if Jared's matching smirk was any indication. "Extra long lunch."
"Score," Jared agreed.
Jensen loved his job, but when you spend all day with nine year olds, a little something like an extra thirty minutes of adult time was worth a little excitement.
Jensen's class had music right before lunch. The very worst time for any subject really because the kids were jumpy and hungry. Mrs. O'Connell, their previous music teacher, was an engaging and creative woman, however. She’d managed to keep their attention long enough to pound the basics of music into their minds. But she was gone off to have a baby. Jensen felt very happy for her, of course. He just hoped the new teacher could handle the class as well.
"Mr. Ackles, are you going to make us sing Row Row Row Your Boat again today?" Carrie Hernandez asked as they put away their English papers.
"No, he isn't."
As one, twenty-two heads, Jensen's included, swiveled towards the unexpected voice speaking from the doorway. It belonged to a dark-haired man in his early thirties. He wore jeans and a gray button-down shirt under a dark blue suit jacket. It was the look Jared called 'teacher casual' and the man wore it well. There was amusement in his blue eyes and barely hidden along the curve of his mouth. Jensen flushed.
He couldn't help it if he didn't know many songs.
"Can I help you?"
The man held up an object from his side that Jensen hadn't seen before. Not being all that well-versed in the bizarre instruments people make kids learn, Jensen couldn't be sure, but he thought it might an autoharp.
"I'm reporting for music duty."
Jensen stared at him.
"The music teacher is a woman," he said slowly. "Misha Collins."
The guy smirked.
"That's me, but I'm not a woman. At least, not anymore," he said. The class snickered at what they considered a ridiculous joke, but Jensen considered him. No. The guy was pretty, but not that pretty.
"Sorry," Jensen grunted. "Miscommunication."
He tried to play it off with the butch guy attitude he adopted when he was embarrassed. It didn't seem to faze the new guy because he grinned and sauntered into the room, that dark blue gaze flickering down Jensen's body in a very familiar fashion.
"No problem. After all, you must not be used to unusual names, Jensen," he said with a pleasant smile and a wink that made Jensen flush all the harder. He should feel annoyed, but Misha's smile was genuinely bright and Jensen found himself smiling back instead.
"I take it you're better informed than me."
Misha set his autoharp on the edge of Jensen's desk. "I introduced myself to a giant out in the hallway while I was looking for your classroom. After he got done laughing, he told me your name and where to find you."
He didn't sound worried that Jared apparently lost it when they met. Hopefully because he didn't realize Jared was laughing at Jensen and not at Misha.
"Right. Well, the class is all yours." He turned to his unusually silent students, each one staring at them with wide interested eyes. "Guys, this is your new music teacher, Mr. Collins. You be as good for him as you are me and you'll have a lot of fun, okay?"
Misha seemed to enjoy the sudden effusiveness of the class as they shouted yes to Jensen's request and began rapid-firing questions to Misha. Jensen sat at his desk and began half-heartedly straightening papers as he listened to Misha tell the kids that he was from Massachusetts, he didn't have any pets and that his favorite instrument to play was the trombone.
When they got down to the real lesson, Jensen realized he hadn't yet left for his extra special adult alone time. But considering that Misha was standing right in front of his desk, hips swaying from side to side as he taught the kids, Jensen decided he couldn't be blamed for wanting to stay put.
He regretted his decision to stay even less when Misha demonstrated how to play the autoharp. The first song was a simplistic collection of notes Jensen didn't recognize. He suspected Misha was making the tune up on the fly. Once the kids understood the basics, Misha let loose. His long elegant fingers flew across the instrument, pulling an intricate series of quickly ascending and descending notes that Jensen thought might be a classical piece.
The guy could fucking rock some autoharp.
The kids stared in awe throughout the piece and when it finally spiraled to a dizzying conclusion, silence echoed in the room.
"Wow, Mr. Collins," Dana Foster said after a long quiet moment, twisting one pigtail through her fingers. "You're way better at music than Mr. Ackles."
Misha chuckled. "Thank you, Dana. A high compliment, I'm sure."
Jensen scowled at his backside.
"Okay, it's almost time for lunch," Misha announced. "Everyone stand up and get into a big circle."
The kids scrambled out of their chairs and formed a large messy circle around their desks. Misha looked over his shoulder at Jensen and grinned.
"You too, Mr. Ackles."
He wasn't sure where this was going, but arguing in front of the kids was never a good idea, so Jensen obeyed Misha's order and came to stand alongside him.
"Music is a language," Misha said, his tone utterly serious. "It gives us a special way to communicate our emotions to one another and brings people together in a way few other things can."
Which okay sounded like what Jensen's father would call a bunch of 'hippy nonsense', but Misha was just so damned sincere. His slack-jawed students were obviously buying into Misha's enthusiasm and when Jensen caught himself slightly nodding in agreement, he realized he was right there along with them.
"Which is basically a way of saying we're going to hold hands and sing a song," Misha said and his tone changed completely, from somber to teasing. The students giggled and began reaching for each other's hands.
Jensen didn't fully appreciate the implications of this development until Misha's hand touched his. He jumped a little, turning to stare at him. Misha ignored him, except to slide his slender fingers in between each of Jensen's.
"Alright, let's pick one everyone knows."
He didn't hear much of anything after that. Misha obviously picked a well-known tune because Jensen was able to absently stumble along the words with the rest of his class. But most of his attention was focused on the warm hand he held and the unfamiliar, but oddly comfortable intimacy it offered. Halfway through the song, Misha began to stroke the soft sensitive skin between Jensen's thumb and forefinger.
Jensen's singing broke off at that point.
The pad of Misha's thumb moved over Jensen's wrists and when it stroked down the center of his palm, Jensen had to shut his eyes and bite the inside of his mouth not to make an inappropriate noise.
"Very good," Misha told the children a moment later. He squeezed Jensen's hand, but didn't let go. "You're all very good singers. We'll start working with your recorders next time."
This promise elicited cheers as the kids stampeded to the cloakroom to get their money or lunchboxes. Soon enough, the lunch aide came by to collect them with a wave in Jensen's direction.
Misha kept hold of his hand.
"Um," Jensen said once they were the only two in the classroom.
"Yes?" Misha turned, pressing his hip against Jensen's desk and stroking Jensen's palm again.
"You're h-holding my hand," Jensen stuttered.
"You're holding my hand," Misha countered. Even though his hand was the one doing filthy flirty things to Jensen's hand.
"Your hand is molesting mine!" Jensen protested as he swayed into Misha's personal space. A little smirking grin grew on Misha's mouth and again, Jensen thought he should be irritated, but the smile touched the edges of Misha's eyes and Jensen just wanted him to go on smiling for as long as possible.
"Let's not fight," Misha said. He tugged Jensen closer. "Or on second thought, let's continue this fight later. I have to go teach the giant's kids. But my hand is available for further molesting this evening."
It was a bad idea. Jensen remembered that now. A bad idea to date a fellow teacher. Possibly against the rules.
But Misha's smile. And his eyes. And his warm possessive insinuating touch.
"Okay, yeah."
Sometimes a bad idea is the only one that makes sense.
Next Story
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,691
Story Number: This is Fic #1.
Disclaimer: These people do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Real Person Slash and unapologetic fluff
Summary: The new music teacher is not what Jensen expected at all.
Author's Notes: This story was originally written for
qthelights schmoop meme and will serve as the prompt, 'wild card' for schmoop_bingo.Also, I'm playing catch up, so please bear with me as I have several of these fics to post tonight. Please forgive the slight spamming.
"Jeff told me the new music teacher shows up today," Jared said one morning as he delivered Jensen's breakfast to him. A large blueberry muffin and an even larger cup of coffee. That’s why Jared was Jensen's best friend. Because he brought Jensen sugar and caffeine.
"Good because I'm tired of trying to come up with songs to sing." He downed an obscenely large and throat scalding gulp of coffee without blinking. "And the kids are complaining that we never play the recorders anymore."
Jensen hated recorders. He hated them when he was in school and trying to teach a roomful of nine year olds to play them did nothing to change his opinion. Nothing was quite so painful as listening to twenty wheezy screechy recorders blaring at once.
But the kids loved them. And, he supposed, they deserved the chance to try and make music, however horrifying it was.
"What did Jeff say about him?"
Jared fell into the chair beside Jensen's desk with his own muffin in hand.
"Her," Jared corrected. "Jeff said her name is Misha Collins."
Probably a good thing. The last thing Jensen needed was to fall into a crush on a fellow teacher. He'd finally gotten to the point where he felt ready to start dating after his last relationship ended. Casting that romantic energy towards other staff members was an epically bad idea.
"Okay fine, did he say anything about her?"
"Not really. Just that she'd be starting today and since its fourth and fifth grade music day, that means we're first up."
"Sweet." Jensen grinned, perhaps a bit evilly if Jared's matching smirk was any indication. "Extra long lunch."
"Score," Jared agreed.
Jensen loved his job, but when you spend all day with nine year olds, a little something like an extra thirty minutes of adult time was worth a little excitement.
Jensen's class had music right before lunch. The very worst time for any subject really because the kids were jumpy and hungry. Mrs. O'Connell, their previous music teacher, was an engaging and creative woman, however. She’d managed to keep their attention long enough to pound the basics of music into their minds. But she was gone off to have a baby. Jensen felt very happy for her, of course. He just hoped the new teacher could handle the class as well.
"Mr. Ackles, are you going to make us sing Row Row Row Your Boat again today?" Carrie Hernandez asked as they put away their English papers.
"No, he isn't."
As one, twenty-two heads, Jensen's included, swiveled towards the unexpected voice speaking from the doorway. It belonged to a dark-haired man in his early thirties. He wore jeans and a gray button-down shirt under a dark blue suit jacket. It was the look Jared called 'teacher casual' and the man wore it well. There was amusement in his blue eyes and barely hidden along the curve of his mouth. Jensen flushed.
He couldn't help it if he didn't know many songs.
"Can I help you?"
The man held up an object from his side that Jensen hadn't seen before. Not being all that well-versed in the bizarre instruments people make kids learn, Jensen couldn't be sure, but he thought it might an autoharp.
"I'm reporting for music duty."
Jensen stared at him.
"The music teacher is a woman," he said slowly. "Misha Collins."
The guy smirked.
"That's me, but I'm not a woman. At least, not anymore," he said. The class snickered at what they considered a ridiculous joke, but Jensen considered him. No. The guy was pretty, but not that pretty.
"Sorry," Jensen grunted. "Miscommunication."
He tried to play it off with the butch guy attitude he adopted when he was embarrassed. It didn't seem to faze the new guy because he grinned and sauntered into the room, that dark blue gaze flickering down Jensen's body in a very familiar fashion.
"No problem. After all, you must not be used to unusual names, Jensen," he said with a pleasant smile and a wink that made Jensen flush all the harder. He should feel annoyed, but Misha's smile was genuinely bright and Jensen found himself smiling back instead.
"I take it you're better informed than me."
Misha set his autoharp on the edge of Jensen's desk. "I introduced myself to a giant out in the hallway while I was looking for your classroom. After he got done laughing, he told me your name and where to find you."
He didn't sound worried that Jared apparently lost it when they met. Hopefully because he didn't realize Jared was laughing at Jensen and not at Misha.
"Right. Well, the class is all yours." He turned to his unusually silent students, each one staring at them with wide interested eyes. "Guys, this is your new music teacher, Mr. Collins. You be as good for him as you are me and you'll have a lot of fun, okay?"
Misha seemed to enjoy the sudden effusiveness of the class as they shouted yes to Jensen's request and began rapid-firing questions to Misha. Jensen sat at his desk and began half-heartedly straightening papers as he listened to Misha tell the kids that he was from Massachusetts, he didn't have any pets and that his favorite instrument to play was the trombone.
When they got down to the real lesson, Jensen realized he hadn't yet left for his extra special adult alone time. But considering that Misha was standing right in front of his desk, hips swaying from side to side as he taught the kids, Jensen decided he couldn't be blamed for wanting to stay put.
He regretted his decision to stay even less when Misha demonstrated how to play the autoharp. The first song was a simplistic collection of notes Jensen didn't recognize. He suspected Misha was making the tune up on the fly. Once the kids understood the basics, Misha let loose. His long elegant fingers flew across the instrument, pulling an intricate series of quickly ascending and descending notes that Jensen thought might be a classical piece.
The guy could fucking rock some autoharp.
The kids stared in awe throughout the piece and when it finally spiraled to a dizzying conclusion, silence echoed in the room.
"Wow, Mr. Collins," Dana Foster said after a long quiet moment, twisting one pigtail through her fingers. "You're way better at music than Mr. Ackles."
Misha chuckled. "Thank you, Dana. A high compliment, I'm sure."
Jensen scowled at his backside.
"Okay, it's almost time for lunch," Misha announced. "Everyone stand up and get into a big circle."
The kids scrambled out of their chairs and formed a large messy circle around their desks. Misha looked over his shoulder at Jensen and grinned.
"You too, Mr. Ackles."
He wasn't sure where this was going, but arguing in front of the kids was never a good idea, so Jensen obeyed Misha's order and came to stand alongside him.
"Music is a language," Misha said, his tone utterly serious. "It gives us a special way to communicate our emotions to one another and brings people together in a way few other things can."
Which okay sounded like what Jensen's father would call a bunch of 'hippy nonsense', but Misha was just so damned sincere. His slack-jawed students were obviously buying into Misha's enthusiasm and when Jensen caught himself slightly nodding in agreement, he realized he was right there along with them.
"Which is basically a way of saying we're going to hold hands and sing a song," Misha said and his tone changed completely, from somber to teasing. The students giggled and began reaching for each other's hands.
Jensen didn't fully appreciate the implications of this development until Misha's hand touched his. He jumped a little, turning to stare at him. Misha ignored him, except to slide his slender fingers in between each of Jensen's.
"Alright, let's pick one everyone knows."
He didn't hear much of anything after that. Misha obviously picked a well-known tune because Jensen was able to absently stumble along the words with the rest of his class. But most of his attention was focused on the warm hand he held and the unfamiliar, but oddly comfortable intimacy it offered. Halfway through the song, Misha began to stroke the soft sensitive skin between Jensen's thumb and forefinger.
Jensen's singing broke off at that point.
The pad of Misha's thumb moved over Jensen's wrists and when it stroked down the center of his palm, Jensen had to shut his eyes and bite the inside of his mouth not to make an inappropriate noise.
"Very good," Misha told the children a moment later. He squeezed Jensen's hand, but didn't let go. "You're all very good singers. We'll start working with your recorders next time."
This promise elicited cheers as the kids stampeded to the cloakroom to get their money or lunchboxes. Soon enough, the lunch aide came by to collect them with a wave in Jensen's direction.
Misha kept hold of his hand.
"Um," Jensen said once they were the only two in the classroom.
"Yes?" Misha turned, pressing his hip against Jensen's desk and stroking Jensen's palm again.
"You're h-holding my hand," Jensen stuttered.
"You're holding my hand," Misha countered. Even though his hand was the one doing filthy flirty things to Jensen's hand.
"Your hand is molesting mine!" Jensen protested as he swayed into Misha's personal space. A little smirking grin grew on Misha's mouth and again, Jensen thought he should be irritated, but the smile touched the edges of Misha's eyes and Jensen just wanted him to go on smiling for as long as possible.
"Let's not fight," Misha said. He tugged Jensen closer. "Or on second thought, let's continue this fight later. I have to go teach the giant's kids. But my hand is available for further molesting this evening."
It was a bad idea. Jensen remembered that now. A bad idea to date a fellow teacher. Possibly against the rules.
But Misha's smile. And his eyes. And his warm possessive insinuating touch.
"Okay, yeah."
Sometimes a bad idea is the only one that makes sense.
Next Story
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Date: 2010-08-03 02:07 am (UTC)I suggest that Misha should go play a music teacher in a movie RIGHT NOW!
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Date: 2010-08-06 09:22 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-11-28 02:39 am (UTC)This is really cute and utterly adorable. The misunderstanding over Misha being male made me giggle :)
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Date: 2010-12-29 05:40 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-01-15 03:36 am (UTC)EEE~
Date: 2011-07-31 12:15 pm (UTC)"Your hand is molesting mine!"
lol!