Author: somewhatavidreader

“There is something between us and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt.” for TinCan, please? ❤️

fkyb:

Alright, there you go anon #9! 💕💞

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“There is something between us and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt,” Tin says. He lays his hand on the restaurant’s table, palm up, inviting Can to lace their fingers together.

“Tin, we’ve only been on three dates, what the fuck,” Can says, looking at Tin suspiciously. Tin leaves his hand on the table, waiting.

“I don’t need more to know that we have something special, Cantaloupe,” Tin continues. He’s serious and soft, and Can feels a blush creeping up his cheeks.

Tin doesn’t insist, he just lets Can breathe and take this in, and Can likes that about him, likes that he’s unafraid to tell Can exactly what he feels while not pushing Can for an immediate answer.

Can plays around with the shrimps in his plate, unwrapping them carefully to avoid looking at Tin’s quiet and fond smile. Tin is eating one-handed, his other hand still offered up near their glasses. Waiting. Hoping. Can eyes it as he eats, averting his gaze when he feels Tin looking.

They finish their plates too soon for Can’s liking, because now he doesn’t have an excuse to be quiet. Not that eating would normally male him talk less, but still.

The waitress comes by their table and gives Tin’s outstreched hand a pitying look, and Tin starts retreating his hand, looking small and vulnerable all of a sudden, and Can can’t have that. He nearly sends their glasses flying, surging forward to grab Tin’s hand before it’s too late.

Tin looks at their linked hands, and it’s like he’s lightning up from withinh, and Can fears he’s gonna get blinded by Tin’s smile if he stares too long.

“We’ll have the biggest ice-cream you can make,” Can tells the waitress. “To share,” he adds, and somehow Tin gets what Can means by that and squeezes his hand.

Please do Tincan:“Did I ever really matter to you?”(P.S. love your writing)

fkyb:

What’s with the angsty prompts, anon#10?? I don’t want to make them suffer (yet), so have a fluff for now. The day I’ll write real angst you are all going to cry along with me, but I am not ready 😂😂 i just want them happy and in love. Thanks 💞💕

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Can glares at Tin as soon as he opens the door, Gucci happily wagging his tail at Tin’s feet.

“Traitor,” Can tells his dog as he enters his mother’s house. He gives Tin’s cheek a quick peck in passing, the habit so ingrained he can’t shake it off.

“I still can’t believe Ma asked you to look for Gucci first. She overlooked her own son. Does she love you more than me? Are you replacing me in her heart?” Can monologues as he plumps himself face-first on the couch. Tin’s quiet chuckle only encourages him.

“You’re not off the hook either, Ai’Tin! Did I ever really matter to you, or was I just a convenient way to get into my mother’s heart? And into my dog’s heart! Don’t even mention my sister’s.”

“Mmh, and what about your heart?” Tin asks, sitting down close to Can.

“Ah, I guess you’re already in there somewhere,” Can fake-grumbles.

“Good, that was my evil plan all along,” Tin says. “Your dog was just a bonus.”

I didn’t mean to love you so much~tin can 💜 I’m living for these

fkyb:

Hey anon #11 💕 thank youuu 😘 i’m having a lot of fun writing these, enjoy because next week work starts again and my tumblr time will be drastically reduced 😢

And i tricked myself into feels urrrgh

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Can has been uncharacteristically quiet all evening. He’s avoiding looking at Tin, he’s sighing quietly every five minutes, and he hasn’t moved from his nest of blankets in the last half hour.

When Can sighs for the tenth time is as many minutes, Tin forgoes his decision to let Can come to him when he’s ready and goes to sit by his side.

“Out with it,” Tin says, prodding Can in the ribs when the other boy doesn’t answer. Can stays resolutely silent.

“Cantaloupe,” Tin coos, changing tactics. He strokes Can’s hair gently, soothingly. “What is it?”

“I don’t want to tell you,” Can pouts. “You’re going to be so smug, I can tell.”

Tin huffs a laugh. “Cantaloupe, please. I don’t like seeing you like this.”

Tin cups Can’s chin with his hand, turning his face gently to make him look at him.

“Tell me,” Tin asks.

Can sighs and avoids his eyes, lips pursed in an adorable pout. Tin wants to tackle him into a bear-like hug and never let him go.

“I didn’t mean to love you so much,” Can finally whispers, and Tin’s heart does something funny in his chest, like it wants to beat out of his ribcage or something.

“Oh, Can, I-”

“And the thing is, at first I told myself I could let you date me and once you saw that I don’t deserve to be with you it’ll all go back to normal, but now I’ve gone and fallen in love with you and when you’re going to grow bored of me and leave me it’s going to hurt so much and it sucks,” Can says, all in one breath and still not meeting Tin’s stunned stare.

“Silly boy,” Tin says, affection filling his voice. “How could I ever grow bored of you? You surprise me every day.”

Can shrugs, carefully looking at the wall again.

“Cantaloupe, look at me,” Tin demands. He waits until Can meets his eyes before speaking again.

“I love you. Do you believe me?”

Can searches his face for a few seconds, taking in Tin’s open expression and finally nods, wide-eyed.

“Good. I’m going to kiss you now, alright? Because I’m in love with you too.”