ANDWEBEGIN’S FAVOURITE TINCAN MOMENTS: Follow me … Cantaloupe.
Author: somewhatavidreader
Erika Alexander as Perenna I
The Book of Consequences: Chapter Three: Master Lowry I 2.03
“Oh no,” I whisper as I come across a 150,000 word fanfic at 11pm.
“Oh dear,” I whine as I open the fic and see it was completed only weeks ago and has good reviews.
“Oh god,” I complain at 4am when I have to decide between sleep and another chapter.
LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: Tin, how far gone are you?
Pete knows that Tin has been acting strange around Can. Looks that lingered a little too long, his words would trail off when Can was mentioned, and Can got louder whenever Tin was mentioned.
There was a lot of tension brewing and Pete knew their last interaction was hardly amicable.
So when Tin looked like he was doodling a flow chart around Can’s name in class, Pete knew he might have to step in.
“Are you planning something, Tin?”
Tin immediately slapped a hand over his haphazard diagrams. “Nothing important.”
“I saw Ai Can’s name there… You aren’t planning on doing something mean to get back at him again are you?”
“W-What?” Pete caught the stutter despite Tin’s cool face. The smell of blood in the air. “N-No I was just-”
“Cause if you are, I should warn you that Can looks like he’s planning too.”
Tin of all things, blushed. “I wouldn’t do anything wrong to him now. You don’t have all the facts.”
“Which are?” Pete asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I love him,” Tin said in the smallest voice.
Pete smiled. “Welll… Then perhaps it would interest you to know that he asked me for your number the other day…”
“He did?!”
Black beauticians have influenced politics and been foot soldiers in the fight for freedom.
Hey, could you do 20 for TinCan please? I’m gonna go read the ones you’ve done already right after sending this. – lbc-tincan
fkyb:
There you go @lbc-tincan 😘thanks for reading! 💕
20) “Run and don’t look back.”
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“Run and don’t look back,” Can whispers into Tin’s ear before pushing him hard enough to make him move.
“What? Why?” Tin asks, but Can only pushes him again, desperate to make him go.
“Ruuuuuun before it’s too late!”
Tin grabs Can’s arms and forces him to face him. “Can. Stop. What is going on?”
Can leans forward to hide his face in Tin’s shirt. “I blame you for everything that’s going to happen, just so you know.”
“What the-” Tin starts, before a shrill scream startles him into silence.
“There we fucking go,” groans Can.
“Caaaaaaaan! Bad brother! You didn’t tell me Tin was coming over!” Ley says, and Can loves his sister, he does, but she has her friend home and the two girls together give him a headache with all their questions and squealing over his relationship with Tin.
“I should have listened to you,” Tin says, low enough for Can’s sister not to hear. She’s distracted anyway, busy beckoning her friend over.
“We can still flee,” Can says, looking up hopefully.
Tin grabs his hand and runs.
9 with tincan 😘😘😘love your writing 😘😘😘😘
fkyb:
fkyb:
#9: “where do you think you’re going?” For @fkyb
I love your writing too!! ❤️❤️
Can stood still, staring as Tin huffed, fire lighting in his eyes. The taller boy crossed his arms over his chest. Can gulped, automatically regretting his words. He stepped forward in hopes that Tin would allow contact but Tin took a step back. Can did it again, yearning for touch. One step forward, one step back. The cat and mouse game ended when Tin stepped off and grabbed his keys.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Can asked, flinching at how harsh his voice sounded. Tin tensed up, flashing Can a look before opening the door.
“Out.”
“Tin I-“ Can tried to speak up, but the door slammed close in response. He deflated, falling on his knees, the fight replaying in his head. Every word, every insinuation, every breath was regretted. Tears pricked his eyes but Can pressed the heels of his palms to keep the salty water at bay. He didn’t deserve to cry. Not with what he did to Tin. So he sat on the floor and waited for Tin to come back.
He waited.
And waited.
Waited for Tin to come back so he could apologize. He just hoped Tin would forgive him.
Fix it??????? :((((((((((
Anything for you 💕 @fkyb
Can sat and sat until he felt drowsy, knees aching from how long he had sat on the hard floor. He flopped to the side and finally weeped, tears leaking out of his eyes as he waited for Tin to come back. He waited so long, until sun started to peek out from behind the curtains. Can sighed, standing and shuffling his way to the bed and laying face first on Tin’s side and soaking his pillows with tears.m
He fell asleep in that exact position.
He was only awoken when he felt hands card through his hair. He snuggled into the blankets, heart fixing itself when he heard Tin chuckle.
“You’re like a cat, Cantaloupe.” Can smiled, turning to face Tin before he remembered why he fell asleep alone in the first place.
“Tin…”
“It’s okay, Can,” Tin whispered, pushing Can over a bit to lay beside him, soft kisses being pressed into Can’s cheek. “It’s okay.”
“But it’s not! I should have never said those things and-“ Can started to rant, only stopping when Tin placed his palm over his mouth.
“Did you mean it?” Tin asked, voice sounding too insecure for Can to be comfortable with it. Can shook his head rapidly, tears gathering in his eyes again. Tin smiled softly, palm laying flat across Can’s cheek, chuckling again when Can nuzzled into it.
“I believe you, love.”
!!!!!!! So much better!!!! 😘😘😘😘👌👌👌👌👌💞💕❤
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