@letsbakethatcake we love some vacciari w some frank defending noel!! LOL š
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@letsbakethatcake we love some vacciari w some frank defending noel!! LOL š
19 Vaccari kissing prompt š
Here. This is for you, and itās purely self indulgent and written just to make you do the happy squee. I hope you have thots about this.
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. Noel was not exactly gay, per se. He just⦠really liked Frank. Thus far, Frank had been the only man that had ever given Noel those particular feelings, and he was okay with it. They had an understanding, Frank, Noel, and their wives. It was cool. It really was. Until Frank and Noel were both back home, in Worcester Massachusetts, trying to find this stupid craft brewery and gourmet doughnut shop. Theyād both heard that it was great, and it was basically the midway point between Noelās hometown, and Frankās, so theyād decided a day out in the city was something they could conceivably do as a date and be safe about it. They had, maybe for a moment, forgotten that people in Massachusetts may recognize them. Theyād been walking down Main St from a parking garage up by the Registry of Motor Vehicles and some ridiculously tall building when Noel had noticed that there were a couple of men following them. This was not out of the ordinary, given that Worcester WAS a city after all, but these men stayed just far enough behind yet close enough to make themselves noticeable. Frank, bless his entire soul, had not noticed. How could he? He hadnāt stopped talking about getting himself one of the fruity pebbles doughnuts for the past 5 minutes straight. Noel chanced a look behind them again, stopping to look around at the area as if he were trying to figure out the direction they were supposed to go. Thatās when he noticed one of the men was carrying a Dunkies iced coffee in a Boston Bruins homemade cozy. Fuck. Noel nodded along to Frankās words for a moment as the men got closer, and as he panicked at the idea of being confronted on their date, did something that was decidedly more reckless than just meeting a couple of fans. What possessed him, he would never have any idea. He took Frank by the waist and backed him up against the storefront window they were standing in front of, his hands lifted to cup the shorter manās face as he leaned in and pressed their lips soundly together. He let the kiss linger, his lips parted ever so slightly into a smile at Frankās startled sound. It wasnāt an altogether passionate kiss, what with Noel smiling like a complete idiot into it, but for what it was worth it DID make Frank light up as he broke back. āWhat was that for?ā Frank asked, head tilted back against the window, voice more than slightly dazed. It was like he never got used to Noel kissing him, no matter how many times theyād done it. āWhat, a guy canāt just kiss his partner when he feels like it?ā Noel asked, and pressed their foreheads together, sinking into another kiss. This kiss was lingering, soft, and had Noel pressed flush against Frank while he licked his way into Frankās mouth. Maybe Frank had something going with that dazed look, because Noel was pretty sure heād never get used to this, either.
But if the ship name is Vacciari, are we (the stans) Vacci-nation?
oh.... my god...⦠if you could see my face rnā¦..
VACCINATION RISE UP!!!!!
*represents a fictionalized version, not claiming actual representation, of people mentioned above
š¹ yess pretty please!
Maybe it's the smell of the brackish gulf getting to him, maybe it's the way he's keenly aware of all the points of contact with Noelās hand over his skin, maybe heās drunk on the freedom of the open space and the sun and their uncovered faces, finally, but Frank suddenly feels that echo in the back of his mind, that distinct pull in his gut, that something tying him to this moment, somewhere before.
Thanks friend!!
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Of course Frank's scoring twice today, it's Noel's 300th game š„²
Six(ish) Sentance Sunday- Time Traveling Vacciari WIP
āAlright motherfucker...hereās how this is gonna work...ā
Frankās been inspecting and then staring at his bed for at least twenty minutes into his pregame naptime. Sure, he might be fucking himself over even more, but he just couldnāt risk anything going wrong with the game later on. If he somehow goes traveling through time before the start of the Bolts series, heās going to lose his goddamn mind.Ā
Maybe heās already lost it.Ā
āIām going to sleep now, and when I wake up, itās still going to be now, which is 2021. And Iām still gonna be in Florida. And everything is going to be normal. Okay? Okay, good talk.ā
Oh yeah, heās pretty sure talking openly to his empty bed means heās already lost it.
09/26/21: Pre and post 1st Preseason game