Finding Frankie Collection

One-Shot One

Title: Yearning
Author: softSnowman

Ship: Other Frankie x Lucky Contestant - rabbitroyale - bunnybank

Summery: Other Frankie is deeply touched starved, and when a certain contestant pats his cheek one day, he realizes how much he yearns for the other's touch.

AU Humanoids: Henry, Monster, and Other Frankie are all humanoids; Cartoon is still his Cartoon self.

POV: Third person

Warning: you might start giggling and kicking your feet because I'm going all in on this.

If you don't like it, you can fuck off because it took me a month to come up with something good to write for them.

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Lucky sat in the corner of the camera room, watching as Other Frankie ran his hands through his hair frustratingly, pacing around the room. The main monitor showed the chart of the profits for the show, the lines pointing downward and dangerously close to the bottom.

"If the show is canceled, we won't be able to run the park properly," Frankie muttered to himself, still pacing around. "And if we can't run the park, we'll go bankrupt."

The contestant wasn't worried about the show or the park, in fact, he wasn't even listening—he watched Frankie's movements, admiring his physique, his top hat and red bow tie adding to his attraction. Lucky wouldn't ever admit it, but Frankie's sexy as fuck, and he loved being able to ogle at him.

Frankie turned to face Lucky with quick movements, causing the contestant to snap out of his daydreams. "I need a cig," the host grumbled.

"You need to calm down," Frankie's computer counterpart retorted from the monitor screen, his arms crossed as he stared at Other Frankie with a glare.

Frankie spun on his heels, fists clenched. "How about you host a game show!"

Lucky jumped up from his chair and pushed himself between Frankie and the monitor, fearing that the host would start breaking stuff out of frustration. His hands held up to show Frankie he wasn't a threat. "Frankie, chill out for a second; take some deep breaths before you do anything stupid."

All anger seemed to disperse from Frankie when Lucky spoke. He didn't know why, but the contestant had always intrigued him. Now he's even more interested in Lucky more affectionately; he always tried to show it, but Lucky would just cut him off.

Frankie took a step back, his muscles relaxing as he took in a slow breath, staring at Lucky. The contestant had a mask on, but that didn't stop Frankie from knowing his facial expressions, which he guessed on a lot.

Lucky smiled underneath the mask, lifted his hand up, and caressed the host's cheek softly. Frankie froze, his eyes wide and pupils dilated.

The hand left his face as quickly as it came, and Lucky walked out saying, "Don't worry about the show."

Two weeks after the little gesture, Frankie caught himself trying to move closer to his lucky contestant every chance he was around. Lucky didn't seem to notice, or that's what Frankie thought.

Lucky was talking to Henry and Other Frankie. Frankie didn't know what it was about, but he did know how amazingly handsome Lucky looked in the rabbit suit as he subconsciously gawked at the contestant.

"Frankie, are you cold?" Lucky questioned the host, looking at him through the eyeholes in the mask. Frankie had moved so close to Lucky that they were almost touching.

Frankie snapped out of his daze, realizing he'd been caught. "I... um, no—yes... no," he stammered, trying to keep his gaze on Lucky but kept glancing away.

The contestant turned to face his host, concern written all over his face underneath the mask; Frankie was never like this. "Are you alright?"

The host responded with a quick nod of his head, barely looking at Lucky.

"Are you sure? You're acting a little strange," Lucky stated slowly, his gaze turning to Henry for answers. The taller man shrugged. Lucky looked back at Frankie, his hand lifted to push the host's head to face him. "Something is obviously wrong. What is it?"

"You... you're warm... and soft," Frankie admitted with a faint blush on his cheeks and nose.

A small smirk lifted the contestant's lips. "So I'm warm and soft, hmm?"

"Yeah," the host replied quietly.

Lucky lifted his mask but only enough to show his nose and lips—legally, none of the crew can see who he is. Even though he couldn't see through the eyeholes, he leaned forward, his hands cupping Frankie's face as he pressed their lips together.

Frankie felt his stomach do multiple backflips as his legs suddenly fell limp. He only felt that for a few seconds because the contestant pulled away. Frankie wasn't letting him leave; he wrapped his hands around the back of Lucky's head, pulling him forward and smashing their lips together, harder this time.

The contestant gasped into the heated kiss, his hands gently tugging at Frankie's dark gray hair, knocking the host's top hat off.

Arms held Lucky tightly as if he were going to run away. Frankie's movements were quick and desperate, and Lucky's hands in his hair fueled the fire.

Lucky panted, pulling away from Frankie. His heartbeat pounding as he sucked in large breaths. "I did not... expect that."

Frankie panted as well, only slower. He gazed down at his lucky contestant, only seeing his reddened lips and cheeks. Frankie smirked. "You taste better than I thought."

"That was the best gay kiss I've ever seen," Henry exclaimed loudly, making the two jump at his voice.

Lucky pulled his mask down. "Why are you still here?!"

"I wanted to see what would happen." The man smirked, a brow raised.