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angelsandkings2012-01-12 06:45 pm
dear_monday) wrote in angelsandkings2012-01-12 06:45 pm
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The Children Are Our Future, Or Something
Title: The Children Are Our Future, Or Something
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Frank/Gerard
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
Summary: The thing is, Frank doesn't actually mean to become a babysitter. At first, he regards it as a kind of horrific accident that's somehow befallen him through no fault of his own. When his mom first mentions it, he's sprawled on the couch doing his best impression of an extremely sober person who was absolutely not about to jack off before passing out for the night. "The Ashers need a sitter for Friday night," she says. "I told them you were free." Frank lets that sentence slop around his brain until he's sure it doesn't contain the words "drinking" or "pot" in conjunction with "have you" and "been", then he makes a vague noise of acquiescence and promptly forgets all about the whole thing. Or, the one where there is absolutely no shame in asking an eight-year-old girl for relationship advice.
Word Count: ~10,500
A/N: enormous thanks to the usual suspects for their encouragement, and tojedusaur for the same and an excellent beta job/Yank-pick (and for convincing me that what this fic really needed was makeouts phonesex) ♥ also, I feel I should tell you that the working title of this fic was The Adventures of Douchebag!Frank the Babysitter. That should tell you basically everything you need to know.
AO3 | LJ
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Frank/Gerard
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
Summary: The thing is, Frank doesn't actually mean to become a babysitter. At first, he regards it as a kind of horrific accident that's somehow befallen him through no fault of his own. When his mom first mentions it, he's sprawled on the couch doing his best impression of an extremely sober person who was absolutely not about to jack off before passing out for the night. "The Ashers need a sitter for Friday night," she says. "I told them you were free." Frank lets that sentence slop around his brain until he's sure it doesn't contain the words "drinking" or "pot" in conjunction with "have you" and "been", then he makes a vague noise of acquiescence and promptly forgets all about the whole thing. Or, the one where there is absolutely no shame in asking an eight-year-old girl for relationship advice.
Word Count: ~10,500
A/N: enormous thanks to the usual suspects for their encouragement, and to
jedusaur for the same and an excellent beta job/Yank-pick (and for convincing me that what this fic really needed was AO3 | LJ