schmoop_bingo: My egg has the colors of the rainbow
title: My egg has the colors of the rainbow
pairing: Frerard
pov: 3rd
rating: G (but there's a couple of swearing)
prompt: spring hoilday/festival
summary: Frank and Gerard teach in kindergarten and the school is having an Easter party
disclaimer: as true as my love for pink (nonexistent)
A/N: I'm actually not too fond of how this turned out >.> and what's with my and stupid titles?
The day is sunny, the grass is vividly green, the kids are running all around, laughing and happy with tiny baskets in their tiny hands.
“Do I have to keep wearing this fucking costume for a long time?” a man in a fluffy costume of a pink bunny asks frustrated -he feels like he’s having a sauna.
“Sssh, Gerard! Don’t curse, there’re kids at earshot,” a shorter man reprimands by his side, dipping his elbow in the soft fake fur.
Gerard grumbles something incomprehensible and turns on his heels, heading to the fresher inside of the kindergarten where he can finally take his head off and serve himself a soda. Leaning against the table, he mentally curses the principal’s idea of having an Easter party, and the other teachers for picking him as the sacrificial bunny: he’s the one who has to deal with the hot costume and has to act all happy and proud every time an hyper child pesters him to show the eggs they found, not them.
That’s what you get for being the only male teacher in the kindergarten that could fit in the costume they already bought -Frank doesn’t count.
He is grumbling some more in his plastic cup when the teacher who was outside with him, Frank, joins him in the classroom and sits on the teacher’s desk, his pretty short legs dangling about.
“Better now?” Frank asks with a broad smile.
Gerard shrugs, “It’d be better if I could take this costume off.”
Frank snickers, taking in the bulky pink bunny costume that looks almost comical with the older man’s head, way tinier compared to the costume’s one.
Gerard frowns, “What are you laughing at? You wouldn’t be laughing, if you were me,” he scoffs.
“Oh, I’m sure of that,” is the reply, stifled laugh audible in the tone, “I’d offer you to switch, but I’d disappear in all that pink.”
The older man rolls his eyes and puts the bunny head on, covering his damp hair and sweaty face, ready or not to return under the bright sun of this nice day of spring, pretending to be an happy Easter Bunny who crapped colored eggs all over the garden (what an idyllic imagery) for the kids to find.
“What time is it?” comes the muffled voice from under a plastic structure and fake fur.
“Something past ten,” Frank informs him, “three more hours before you can return human.”
“Fucking great…” Gerard can’t help but snort in annoyance, starting to head back outside, but Frank grabs his furry wrist, “What?”
Frank bites his lip, “The kids are loving you, so cheer up, mh?”
Gerard rolls his eyes under the costume, “Yeah, yeah.”
”…and I’m loving you as well, okay?”
Gerard’s eyes almost get as big as the bunny’s one, “Wait, what?!”
Frank flinches and blushes deeply, “Sorry, sorry, you don’t even like men and I’m here hitting on you while you’re wearing a fucking bunny costume and I’m an idiot and…” he rambles, not looking in Gerard’s direction.
Gerard quickly takes the costume head off and grabs Frank by his shoulders, shaking him like a broken doll that keeps repeating its input phrases.
“Frank! Frank! Chill, please! I like you as well!” the fur-clothed man finds himself shouting to cover the almost incoherent words now coming from the other’s mouth.
Frank stares at him, disbelieving, shooting a shy smile, “Really?” he asks in a soft voice.
“Really,” Gerard scoffs embarrassedly, taking a step back and crossing his arms self-protectively.
Frank looks at the classroom’s doors and windows before throwing himself at Gerard, planting a sloppy kiss on his mouth, catching the man by surprise.
“Go make the kids happy, Easter Bunny,” he sing-songs shoving the bunny head on Gerard’s, hopping outside with a wide smile plastered on his face.
Gerard stares after Frank and shakes his head, an amused smile hidden by the mask.
pairing: Frerard
pov: 3rd
rating: G (but there's a couple of swearing)
prompt: spring hoilday/festival
summary: Frank and Gerard teach in kindergarten and the school is having an Easter party
disclaimer: as true as my love for pink (nonexistent)
A/N: I'm actually not too fond of how this turned out >.> and what's with my and stupid titles?
The day is sunny, the grass is vividly green, the kids are running all around, laughing and happy with tiny baskets in their tiny hands.
“Do I have to keep wearing this fucking costume for a long time?” a man in a fluffy costume of a pink bunny asks frustrated -he feels like he’s having a sauna.
“Sssh, Gerard! Don’t curse, there’re kids at earshot,” a shorter man reprimands by his side, dipping his elbow in the soft fake fur.
Gerard grumbles something incomprehensible and turns on his heels, heading to the fresher inside of the kindergarten where he can finally take his head off and serve himself a soda. Leaning against the table, he mentally curses the principal’s idea of having an Easter party, and the other teachers for picking him as the sacrificial bunny: he’s the one who has to deal with the hot costume and has to act all happy and proud every time an hyper child pesters him to show the eggs they found, not them.
That’s what you get for being the only male teacher in the kindergarten that could fit in the costume they already bought -Frank doesn’t count.
He is grumbling some more in his plastic cup when the teacher who was outside with him, Frank, joins him in the classroom and sits on the teacher’s desk, his pretty short legs dangling about.
“Better now?” Frank asks with a broad smile.
Gerard shrugs, “It’d be better if I could take this costume off.”
Frank snickers, taking in the bulky pink bunny costume that looks almost comical with the older man’s head, way tinier compared to the costume’s one.
Gerard frowns, “What are you laughing at? You wouldn’t be laughing, if you were me,” he scoffs.
“Oh, I’m sure of that,” is the reply, stifled laugh audible in the tone, “I’d offer you to switch, but I’d disappear in all that pink.”
The older man rolls his eyes and puts the bunny head on, covering his damp hair and sweaty face, ready or not to return under the bright sun of this nice day of spring, pretending to be an happy Easter Bunny who crapped colored eggs all over the garden (what an idyllic imagery) for the kids to find.
“What time is it?” comes the muffled voice from under a plastic structure and fake fur.
“Something past ten,” Frank informs him, “three more hours before you can return human.”
“Fucking great…” Gerard can’t help but snort in annoyance, starting to head back outside, but Frank grabs his furry wrist, “What?”
Frank bites his lip, “The kids are loving you, so cheer up, mh?”
Gerard rolls his eyes under the costume, “Yeah, yeah.”
”…and I’m loving you as well, okay?”
Gerard’s eyes almost get as big as the bunny’s one, “Wait, what?!”
Frank flinches and blushes deeply, “Sorry, sorry, you don’t even like men and I’m here hitting on you while you’re wearing a fucking bunny costume and I’m an idiot and…” he rambles, not looking in Gerard’s direction.
Gerard quickly takes the costume head off and grabs Frank by his shoulders, shaking him like a broken doll that keeps repeating its input phrases.
“Frank! Frank! Chill, please! I like you as well!” the fur-clothed man finds himself shouting to cover the almost incoherent words now coming from the other’s mouth.
Frank stares at him, disbelieving, shooting a shy smile, “Really?” he asks in a soft voice.
“Really,” Gerard scoffs embarrassedly, taking a step back and crossing his arms self-protectively.
Frank looks at the classroom’s doors and windows before throwing himself at Gerard, planting a sloppy kiss on his mouth, catching the man by surprise.
“Go make the kids happy, Easter Bunny,” he sing-songs shoving the bunny head on Gerard’s, hopping outside with a wide smile plastered on his face.
Gerard stares after Frank and shakes his head, an amused smile hidden by the mask.