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cloudy_versesTitle: Freckles and Angel Face
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: SPNrps
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-3
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Silliness
Summary: Misha is a barista and Jared&Jensen are his favorite customers.
Author's Notes: This a wee verse I'm mostly posting because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hils asked me about it. It's really...wee, lol.
Misha watches them carefully. Every day at noon, they walk in. Freckles and the Hulk. Hulk orders a coffee that takes a good paragraph to describe while Freckles favors a straight black. By the end of their visit, Hulk is bouncing around the room like a cat with midnight crazies while Freckles hides behind his menu.
Misha loves when they visit. Even if he's certain they're together which is...a pity. Because Freckles? Very nice.
Oh well. If nothing else, they entertain Misha and nothing is worth more in his book than good entertainment.
**********
"Hey, man, you got a pastry with chocolate on it?" Hulk unexpectedly asks Misha on their next trip.
"I think you have enough," he says nodding to Hulk's sugary explosion of a drink. But of course, he's kidding. He's even wiping a glass like an old West saloon owner and using a fake accent. But Hulk just nods sadly and starts to move off.
Behind him, Freckles is sighing and dragging out his wallet. "Your most chocolatey pastry, please," he says and Misha grins.
Cute and generous. Freckles earns more points in Misha's Awesome People Book.
**********
"So I couldn't help noticing how consistent your visits are," Misha finally says one day while ringing up Freckles' order.
"Ah, yeah, well me and Jared finally started getting a decent lunch hour," Freckles explains.
"What do you do?" Misha asks.
"We make porn," Freckles says casually.
Misha very nearly knocks Freckles' coffee over in his surprise. "What?"
Freckles lets out a booming laugh. "I'm kidding. We're medical assistants," he says before sweeping off to join Hulk...or rather Jared, at their table. Misha thinks he might have fallen in love.
**********
"When are you going to ask Angel Face out?" Jared asks.
Jensen rolls his eyes. "Stop calling him that. He's got a name-tag. His name is Misha."
"I prefer Angel Face," Jared says as he files away the payment form for their latest patient.
"You would," Jensen grumbles. "I'm bad at asking people out."
"You don't have to tell me," Jared says. "But dude, I think he's already dating you in his head. It wouldn’t be a hard sell."
Jensen very pointedly ignores him.
********************
"What's wrong with Jensen?" Dr. Morgan whispers to Jared, but more than loud enough for Jensen to hear.
"Angel Face wasn't at work today," Jared says.
"Hot Coffee Guy?"
"Yeah."
Jensen shuts the patient window. "Shut up," he snarls and then opens it again. Jared and Dr Morgan try not to laugh, but thankfully refrain from comment.
**********
There is only fifteen minutes left in the day when the door opens. Jared and Jensen exchange a look. They hate late walk-ins. Jensen braces himself for a frantic mother and her screaming kid, but what pours around the corner is so much better than that.
"Freckles," Misha rasps faintly. His eyes are glazed and red, his hair flat.
Jensen raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
Misha slumps against the window. "I think I might be dying. Take care of me."
Jared grins at Jensen. "He's all yours."
**********
Jensen steers Misha into a chair."My name is actually Jensen, by the way."
"Jensen," Misha says dazedly, leaning what would be uncomfortably close from anyone else. "That's so much less descriptive than 'Freckles.'"
Jensen takes his temperature and clicks his tongue. 103 F.
"You are one sick puppy," Jensen says.
Misha frowns and hurt streams through his bright blue eyes. "I haven't even come on to you yet," he complains.
It's the 'yet' that makes Jensen smile through the rest of the exam.
***********
Misha clings to Jensen during the actual exam. Dr. Morgan acts like it's completely normal to have random patients clutching at his medical assistants.
"Definitely the flu," he proclaims, writing a prescription. "You're going to want to spend the rest of the week in bed."
Misha looks at the script like it's written in hieroglyphics. "What?" he says.
Jensen drags him out of the chair. "I'll take care of this Doctor."
Morgan smirks. "I'm sure you will."
***********
Somehow, Jensen ends up with Misha in his car. "Where do you live?" Misha stares out the window. "Misha?"
"I don't remember," he says pathetically. Jensen sighs and reaches over to grope at Misha's pants.
"What...what is happening?" Misha asks, more curious than alarmed.
Jensen tugs out his wallet. "Finding your address."
"Oh." A pause. "That's disappointing."
Jensen snorts.
***********
"You're really good at this medical assistant thing," Misha says as Jensen shoves him into bed after pumping him full of medicine and juice.
Jensen smiles and pulls up the quilt. "I don't typically follow patients home."
Misha snuggles the pillow and sighs happily. "Good."
*********************
When Misha wakes up, it's dark and he's confused. Pleasantly so. There was a dream. Something about Freckles and Vicks vaporub and...Misha jerks upright. Holy crap, Freckles was here. While Misha was sick and stupid and very probably inappropriate. He sinks back down. Life sucks.
***********
There is a note on his bedside table that reads, "Take these pills when you wake up. Then go back to sleep. No arguments. Then wake up again and call me at this number listed below. You totally owe me at least a dinner for this.-Jensen."
Misha carefully obeys the instructions and tries not to think about how much he enjoys being controlled through a note.
*********************
"How are you feeling?" Jensen asks when Misha calls him the following morning.
"Like baked shit."
"You need to keep drinking a lot of fluids."
"I drank some juice," Misha says.
"Drink some more," Jensen commands.
Misha snorts. "Bossy boots."
"Hey, I deal with sick people all day. I'm officially badass."
Misha smiles into the phone. "Okay, Dr. Bamf, I'll drink some juice."
**********************
"What are you doing?"
"Texting Misha."
"Texting him what?"
Jensen pauses.
"Jensen, texting him what?"
"It's...private."
Jared grins. "Is it dirty?"
Jensen blushes.
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: SPNrps
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-3
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Silliness
Summary: Misha is a barista and Jared&Jensen are his favorite customers.
Author's Notes: This a wee verse I'm mostly posting because
hils asked me about it. It's really...wee, lol. Misha watches them carefully. Every day at noon, they walk in. Freckles and the Hulk. Hulk orders a coffee that takes a good paragraph to describe while Freckles favors a straight black. By the end of their visit, Hulk is bouncing around the room like a cat with midnight crazies while Freckles hides behind his menu.
Misha loves when they visit. Even if he's certain they're together which is...a pity. Because Freckles? Very nice.
Oh well. If nothing else, they entertain Misha and nothing is worth more in his book than good entertainment.
**********
"Hey, man, you got a pastry with chocolate on it?" Hulk unexpectedly asks Misha on their next trip.
"I think you have enough," he says nodding to Hulk's sugary explosion of a drink. But of course, he's kidding. He's even wiping a glass like an old West saloon owner and using a fake accent. But Hulk just nods sadly and starts to move off.
Behind him, Freckles is sighing and dragging out his wallet. "Your most chocolatey pastry, please," he says and Misha grins.
Cute and generous. Freckles earns more points in Misha's Awesome People Book.
**********
"So I couldn't help noticing how consistent your visits are," Misha finally says one day while ringing up Freckles' order.
"Ah, yeah, well me and Jared finally started getting a decent lunch hour," Freckles explains.
"What do you do?" Misha asks.
"We make porn," Freckles says casually.
Misha very nearly knocks Freckles' coffee over in his surprise. "What?"
Freckles lets out a booming laugh. "I'm kidding. We're medical assistants," he says before sweeping off to join Hulk...or rather Jared, at their table. Misha thinks he might have fallen in love.
**********
"When are you going to ask Angel Face out?" Jared asks.
Jensen rolls his eyes. "Stop calling him that. He's got a name-tag. His name is Misha."
"I prefer Angel Face," Jared says as he files away the payment form for their latest patient.
"You would," Jensen grumbles. "I'm bad at asking people out."
"You don't have to tell me," Jared says. "But dude, I think he's already dating you in his head. It wouldn’t be a hard sell."
Jensen very pointedly ignores him.
********************
"What's wrong with Jensen?" Dr. Morgan whispers to Jared, but more than loud enough for Jensen to hear.
"Angel Face wasn't at work today," Jared says.
"Hot Coffee Guy?"
"Yeah."
Jensen shuts the patient window. "Shut up," he snarls and then opens it again. Jared and Dr Morgan try not to laugh, but thankfully refrain from comment.
**********
There is only fifteen minutes left in the day when the door opens. Jared and Jensen exchange a look. They hate late walk-ins. Jensen braces himself for a frantic mother and her screaming kid, but what pours around the corner is so much better than that.
"Freckles," Misha rasps faintly. His eyes are glazed and red, his hair flat.
Jensen raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
Misha slumps against the window. "I think I might be dying. Take care of me."
Jared grins at Jensen. "He's all yours."
**********
Jensen steers Misha into a chair."My name is actually Jensen, by the way."
"Jensen," Misha says dazedly, leaning what would be uncomfortably close from anyone else. "That's so much less descriptive than 'Freckles.'"
Jensen takes his temperature and clicks his tongue. 103 F.
"You are one sick puppy," Jensen says.
Misha frowns and hurt streams through his bright blue eyes. "I haven't even come on to you yet," he complains.
It's the 'yet' that makes Jensen smile through the rest of the exam.
***********
Misha clings to Jensen during the actual exam. Dr. Morgan acts like it's completely normal to have random patients clutching at his medical assistants.
"Definitely the flu," he proclaims, writing a prescription. "You're going to want to spend the rest of the week in bed."
Misha looks at the script like it's written in hieroglyphics. "What?" he says.
Jensen drags him out of the chair. "I'll take care of this Doctor."
Morgan smirks. "I'm sure you will."
***********
Somehow, Jensen ends up with Misha in his car. "Where do you live?" Misha stares out the window. "Misha?"
"I don't remember," he says pathetically. Jensen sighs and reaches over to grope at Misha's pants.
"What...what is happening?" Misha asks, more curious than alarmed.
Jensen tugs out his wallet. "Finding your address."
"Oh." A pause. "That's disappointing."
Jensen snorts.
***********
"You're really good at this medical assistant thing," Misha says as Jensen shoves him into bed after pumping him full of medicine and juice.
Jensen smiles and pulls up the quilt. "I don't typically follow patients home."
Misha snuggles the pillow and sighs happily. "Good."
*********************
When Misha wakes up, it's dark and he's confused. Pleasantly so. There was a dream. Something about Freckles and Vicks vaporub and...Misha jerks upright. Holy crap, Freckles was here. While Misha was sick and stupid and very probably inappropriate. He sinks back down. Life sucks.
***********
There is a note on his bedside table that reads, "Take these pills when you wake up. Then go back to sleep. No arguments. Then wake up again and call me at this number listed below. You totally owe me at least a dinner for this.-Jensen."
Misha carefully obeys the instructions and tries not to think about how much he enjoys being controlled through a note.
*********************
"How are you feeling?" Jensen asks when Misha calls him the following morning.
"Like baked shit."
"You need to keep drinking a lot of fluids."
"I drank some juice," Misha says.
"Drink some more," Jensen commands.
Misha snorts. "Bossy boots."
"Hey, I deal with sick people all day. I'm officially badass."
Misha smiles into the phone. "Okay, Dr. Bamf, I'll drink some juice."
**********************
"What are you doing?"
"Texting Misha."
"Texting him what?"
Jensen pauses.
"Jensen, texting him what?"
"It's...private."
Jared grins. "Is it dirty?"
Jensen blushes.
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Date: 2011-01-24 03:26 am (UTC)There must be more, right? :D
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Date: 2011-01-30 02:52 am (UTC)Oh my gosh, this was too cute! I loved it.
Freckles and Angel Face, how fun.
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Date: 2011-03-31 09:53 pm (UTC)I can't stop laughing!!!
Hilarious.
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