Listen, there’s one major misconception that I’ve when I was at the beginning of the series (I don’t know about you but I was rooting for TinCan since episode one). I thought TinCan will have a raw energy, passionate, punch-in-the-gut kinda love story, considering their storyline is about enemies turn lovers trope. And I couldn’t be more wrong. Instead we got soft pecks on the cheeks, heartwarming dates and sickeningly sweet love confessions. I’m living for them right now.
5. Hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp OR 9. One small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other (WHY NOT BOTH ANON?! Thank you for your compliments!)
There were several things Can had learned about Tin. Many of them personal, the stories of his youth, his time in the UK, about his brother, about his parents, and even about his nephew.
But there were also many things that Can had learned about Tin’s body. So when Can had pressed a soft kiss to Tin’s lips while he was napping, Can had barely pulled away before Tin had snapped awake and was rolling Can underneath him, kissing him like he was dying of thirst and Can’s saliva was the only water around for miles.
Tin refused to relent and Can could feel his lungs burning on just the wrong side of pleasurable. Instead of shoving Tin off, Can reached under Tin’s t-shirt and rubbed circles into the base of Tin’s spine. It was, for some bizarre reason, one of Tin’s hot spots and Tin broke their kiss with a moan and a gasp, shuddering on Can’s lap.
Desire for air fulfilled, Can reached up and pulled Tin back down, who was now more pliant and hungry than ever, grinding against Can who had clenched his fists in the back of Tin’s shirt.
It was the recipe that would make sure Can had a good night tonight and Tin had yet to be the wiser.
(In reality, Tin had known what Can was angling for and would have given him what he wanted anyway, but Can’s little seduction routine made him happy and Tin wasn’t about to burst that little bubble.)
11. When one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more
They had been making out for what felt like hours to Can when he was sure it had really only been minutes. Tin’s lips were delightfully red and on their way to being bruised his body was warm and pliant beneath Can’s
Tin was hardly shy or bashful, their previous times together proved that, but for whatever reason tonight there was a pale pink cast to his cheeks. Tin pulled Can down for another kiss and as he kissed the corner of Can’s mouth, Tin wrapped his legs around Can’s waist and Can moaned at the feeling of Tin’s ass against his groin.
“Can… I want you to… I want you to do it tonight.”
Can heard the sound of a record skipping before hearing Tin’s request on repeat in his mind. If he had been an anime character, Can was sure his nose would be bleeding right now.
Tin blinked before kissing Can again. “Can? Are you-”
Can kissed Tin with a hunger that seemed to come alive from within. Tin responded eagerly, pulling Can closer still.
Can heard a pop when their lips separated. “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” Tin didn’t give Can a chance to finish before he pulled him into another kiss.
“Yes yes yes,” Tin murmured between even more kisses. “I wanna feel you tonight.”
If Can didn’t have an erection before, he had one now, straining at his pants, eagerly oozing pre-ejaculate at the thought of thrusting into Tin’s ass. He whimpered, mind already overloading at the idea.
“Come on Cantaloupe, you can do it for me, can’t you? Can you be a good boy and show me a good time?”
Can shivered before tearing off his pants and Tin’s. It was time to get focused and show Tin just how good Can could be.
18. Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap
Can knew he was biased, but there was no better way to kiss Tin than sitting on his lap, feeling his legs spread wide by Tin’s surprisingly muscular thighs (apparently his boyfriend enjoyed going to the gym and wasn’t that a nice thought too). It had the benefit of Tin’s hands on his ass, pulling Can in, grinding their crotches together. A counterpoint of heated friction compared to the wet heat of their mouths together.
Can could also let Tin nibble and bite on his neck this way in an easy fashion. Every bruise a claim, a mark of possession that faded too easily in Can’s eyes.
It was also great because Can could do the same to Tin. His favorite spot was just at the joint of the jaw, under and behind Tin’s ear. It never failed to make Tin shiver with desire. Can had even caught Tin pressing the marks placed there absentmindedly.
So it was with great joy that when Tin sat down on the couch after a long day, Can arranged himself happily on Tin’s lab, the weight of his body pressing into Tin’s crotch, his dick already showing interest and their lips hadn’t even met yet.
Tin quickly remedied that situation with grace as he always had. Tin’s lips were warm and insistent and Can let them have their way with him instantly. Can moaned instead of replying verbally. Tin was good at figuring Can out, he’d figure out Can’s needs tonight as well.
Tin stared at the ceiling of his room, watching the light of the setting afternoon sun turn crimson. If Tin were more poetic, he’d say it was a metaphor for his bleeding heart, slowly knitting itself back together.
It hadn’t just been a fight between him and Can.
It had been a fight.
Can had told Tin time and time again to not spend his money on him in such extravagant ways. But Tin couldn’t help himself after hearing Can lament graduating later than expected since he couldn’t afford the next semester’s courses.
Tin had talked with Can’s mom and they had worked an agreement out. It was all done in good taste and she had been happy with the terms. Can had been furious. Even his mother had been confused and horrified at the damning language Can had used.
After they had torn each other to the barest shreds, Tin dragged himself home and only just managed to not suffocate himself with his pillows. Tears had already come and gone leaving nothing but stains on his pillowcases and sheets.
The silence was the worst part, it allowed Tin to replay the argument over and over. By the time Tin heard the gentle knocking at his room door, the sky had turned dark and Tin’s eyes felt dry and gritty.
“Go away,” Tin hoarsely called out.
“Tin?” At the sound of Can’s voice, Tin curled up on himself. Can tread carefully, as if the floor was laden with traps. “Tin, will you talk to me?” Tin only pulled his blanket over himself, his last barrier against the world and Can. But even the thick layer of cotton and feather down was not enough to prevent Can from seeing the trembling. “Tin, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things. Please talk to me.”
“N-NO! You’re j-ju-just going to twist my words again!”
Can smacked his own forehead. “Okay, I deserve that. I’m sorry I said this was your sorry attempt to control my life.” Can pulled himself onto the bed and tried his best to spoon the mass of his boyfriend wrapped in blankets. “I’m sorry I didn’t get all the details before I freaked out. You were trying to do this in a way that wouldn’t piss me off and I should have known that.” Can rested his head against what he suspected was Tin’s shoulder. “Thank you Tin, for helping my family. For helping me.”
“Are you still mad?”
“No Tin. I promise I’m not mad. I shouldn’t have gotten mad in the first place.”
Tin refused to emerge from his nest of blankets, but the trembling had stopped at least. Can tried to pull an edge out from under him before Tin pulled him in.
Safe in the cocoon together, Can continued to whisper apologies until the sun rose.
The nature of tumblr and a lot of social media on things is that it’s easier to be firmly in one camp or the other. That’s the nature of the form of expression.
Emphasis and extremes also just communicate better. It’s funnier, more relatable, etc… But on CAOS, it really is a split on my feelings on it.
I absolutely love certain aspects of CAOS and abhor others so…
*shrug*
I adore Ambrose, Prudence, and love how thoughtfully they handled the cute non-binary butterfly Susie (that is mostly credit to the actor, they had a lot of input in how that would play out).
I like that consent, choice, and healthy casual variety the likes of which I only see in fic is explored by the witches.
They boring af, but it *is* nice to see a couple in Sabrina/Harvey being nice to one another (Harvey especially, is a gem), though I could make this post very long in the hate column in how her choices regarding him are selfish and should warrant a break-up from him…But I also suspect that’s purposeful meta(!) given the fact that she’s half-witch and again, where she ends up in the end.
I hate that Sabrina’s morality seems to initially be framed as morally above everybody else’s.
The heavy Satanism still discomforts me, even as a lapsed Christian/Agnostic who loves the darkest horror, because most of the characters are “young” (young is in quotes because what is youth for witches? what does it mean for them? and then there’s Ambrose who is an old man in a young body).
I reconciled most of that with the realization that these aren’t humans. In this world, they are more like spell-casting demons whose ages and morality is shaped by their immortality and own set of rules for their species. …Non-bitey vampires, basically.
IDK, this show has given me a lot to think about media-wise and you know I like to dig deep even for such a surface-level shallow horror confection.
I know people have issues with a certain early plot-point regarding the hazing Pru and her girls go through (the lack of rope I think happened *precisely* to avoid the controversy it’s still getting), Blackwood’s wife (I liked her at first appearing to be this sweet choir teacher and then turning out to be murderous and calculating) and Ambrose’s house-arrest (again, I’m intrigued by the reason for it and who he’s protecting)..
I’m not gonna step on the validity of that. Some folks are rightly triggered by that. You can’t and shouldn’t argue people’s feelings.
I think the thing that keeps me engrossed despite my issues are the fact that the players of color Tai and Chance, are especially good charismatic actors #1 and #2 are in roles I rare-to-never see black characters get to play, even with the all too-typical-frameworks presented here.
…The comfortably, joyously pansexual black man who gets to physically express that in his story.
That confident and wise black Slytherin girl, who I wish we’d gotten in Potterverse is here and has an intriguing angle that I want to see where it goes.
I like that they get to be both seen as likeable and joyous about doing “bad” things. That’s usually the exclusive domain of white characters. Black characters tend to be hated if they stray even a little from the path of angelic servant. But here, these two are super-popular despite that.
…Charismatic evil, isn’t a realm black characters typically inhabit on white shows without much hate or backlash from white fans. But here, inarguably, both Pru and Ambrose are the breakout faves.
But I still can’t stand Sabrina, herself.
She’s just as amoral as any of the other witches but she pretends she’s doing it for righteous reasons. In the end, it’s all the MORE evil and selfish than what her witch-half typically does, because she tries to paint it as benevolence and thus, it’s far less honest.
The idea of her constantly questioning and judging others while doing far worse while being held up as the center linchpin is just icky to me (Harvey’s brother especially, yikes!)…
7. Routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing (Hi Anon, you didn’t give me a pairing, so I’m going to assume you wanted TinCan. If not, you can send another ask request with the pairing you want!)
It would always surprise Can just how quickly he and Tin had become domestic and they hadn’t even moved in together yet.
Can always made sure Tin ate lunch and Tin got them dinner on nights where Can stayed late for practice. Saturday was for dates and walks with Gucci. Sunday was for studying together.
Can had never seen his English grades this high in his entire life, never mind all the other subjects Tin was tutoring him in. It was amazing.
But the most amazing thing was just how casual Tin had become with affection. From a tumultuous beginning where Tin looked incredibly lost, unsure of his welcome, now the minute Can stood up to leave or approached, Tin presented his cheek for a kiss. Can, after his own adjustment period, was happy to oblige.
Can could be leaving for the day, leaving to get a drink, or leaving for the bathroom. Regardless, Tin wanted a kiss. Tin didn’t even look away from his computer, phone, the TV, anything.
And while it should have been annoying, it made Can feel warm inside, knowing that Tin had come to want this thing between them, wanted this tiny bit of affection and reassurance.
One day, Can decided to try an experiment. After providing a kiss to Tin’s cheek, he presented his own. Without even blinking, Tin kissed Can’s cheek as well before continuing what he was doing.
With an extra skip in his step, Can ran off for practice. At least now Can knew he could get a few more kisses as well.
6. Lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up
Can had always been bad at waking up in the mornings. Even on days where they had morning practice, his ma had struggled to kick him out of bed.
In this struggle, it appeared that Tin was a godsend.
Can lay wrapped in his duvet, dreaming of food, if the licking of his lips was anything to go by. Tin ghosted his lips over Can’s and without opening his eyes, Can whimpered and presented them for a kiss. Tin cradled Can’s head in his palms and pressed soft, gentle kisses to Can’s lips with lazy slow licks at the soft lower lip.
Can moaned softly and his arms sleepily groped around before coming around Tin’s neck and pulling him closer by instinct. Tin chuckled and kissed Can a little more, nudging him little by little to open his lips a bit more. It worked little by little and Can woke up slowly with a heart beating with desire and lips that tasted like his boyfriend.
“Mmm… Tin… Give me another kiss…” Can whined as he sat up to chase Tin’s lips when he pulled away.
“Take your shower first and I’ll think about it.”
“You’re… eeeeviiiiiillllll… Did mom… put you up to this?”
“Come on Cantaloupe. If you get ready in ten, we can go get a nice breakfast before I drop you off at practice.”
“Don’t want practice. Want more kisses.”
Tin laughed and ruffled Can’s hair. “How about breakfast and two more kisses, but you have to be ready in five.”
The Last Good Bar 
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