Thank you Anon!
*There was no specification on the pairing, so I got to choose 😉
LBC – Something Silly (TinCan*)
Can was no one to suffer silently. And Tin was thankful for it. With Can you didn’t have to deal with passive-aggressive treatment or devious methods. He complained loud and with frequency and if he wasn’t doing that you just have to give him Gucci. Can was known to dump all his problems on the poor dog.
He even lounged on the sofa in a dramatic fashion, arms and legs dangling while he sighed every few minutes.
That was why Tin wasn’t really sure what he walked in on as he stepped out into the garden. Can was kneeling in front of a huge bowl and threw chillies and salt in it.
Tin chewed on some pineapple cookies ma bought specifically for him and watched his boyfriend. He exchanged a look with Gucci who laid on the grass a few meters away from the spectacle. The dog yawned as if this was a familiar sight.
The moment Can lit up some dried grass Tin had the feeling he had to interfere.
“What are you doing?”, he asked, squatted down and put his chin on Can’s shoulder to look at the burning grass in the bowl. It stank.
“I curse the team we have to play against tomorrow,” Can answered as if that was a sane response.
“I curse them with dizziness, loss of leg power and no sense of orientation.”
“That is…”, not very mean, Tin wanted to say but shut his mouth. He loved that Can was just not able to be cruel.
“Do you do that often?”, he asked and felt the sudden freezing of Can’s body. Can swallowed and gave him a look out of the corner of his eyes.
“You never have gotten caries in the last month, right?”
Tin frowned.
“No?”
“Oh good, then you don’t have to worry about anything.”
“Why? Wait… what?”
Author: somewhatavidreader
Picture by @checkmat3y
LBC TinCan Ficlet
“Can…” No reaction.
“Can…” The person, hiding under a blanket, moved further away.
“Cantaloupe.”
“I told you not to call me that!” Can’s face was red from anger and hiding under the blanket. His hair was fluffed up and Tin’s smirk changed to a soft smile, because disheveled Can was his favorite Can.
Can threw a pillow at him and Tin tried to hide how pleased he was.
“I am so sorry,” he said and moved closer to Can. His bed wasn’t really that big, nevertheless Can had managed to put as much space as possible between them.
“You can’t be that embarrassed.”
Can huffed and boxed him, but didn’t struggle against the arms embracing him. Tin nuzzled one side of his face.
“I am really sorry,” he murmured but Can huffed again.
“Cantaloupe,” he mouthed at the sensitive skin behind Can’s ear and hid another pleased smile when he noticed Can suppressing an aroused sigh.
“Why are you two always doing that?”, Can complained but leaned heavier on Tin.
“I think they are cute.”
“Baby photos aren’t cute. You shouldn’t enable my mum like that.”Tin nodded, because he already had made photos of his favourite childhood pictures of Can. And he knew that Can would never really put a stop to their interactions because he knew how much Tin graved a mother figure in his life.
“Cantaloupe,” he whispered again and pouted as Can shook his head vehemently.
“No! My sister can probably hear us. She will try to make photos of us. Again.”
“I could show her the one’s from last weekend – ouch!”
Baroque-Inspired Portraits Of Black Girls
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should I pity you, or envy you? | m.a.w
— we’re playing a dangerous game | m.a.w
And because he loved him — loved
himin a white-hot way most can only ever dream they’ll love another.
— Meggie Royer
9) tincan pleaseeee
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9) “If I jumped off a roof in this thing do you think I would float down?” “Remind me to never leave you alone on any roofs.”
Thanks for the prompt anon #6! (Or are you always the same anon?? Love u anyway ❤💕)
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They’ve been dating for five months, and Tin wanted to celebrate somehow. Can was forever against Tin showering him with gifts, so he had to make do otherwise and settled for a nice evening in, just the both of them.
He had drawn a hot bath, filled it with the bubblebath he knew Can liked, and he was relaxed, lazily enjoying the warm water on his skin as he waited for Can to join him.
“Tin, what is this?” Can asked, holding up Tin’s new bathrobe. It was one of the good kind, all fluffy and warm and gigantic, made to absorb all water at once and not leave you vaguely wet and uncomfortable two minutes after putting it on. There was another one for Can in the closet, because while Can hated expensive gifts, once he tried Tin’s he was bound to steal it for himself. Tin knew his boyfriend, alright, and he had plans in place to keep what was his.
“It’s a bathrobe, Can,” Tin answered. “My bathrobe, if you want to be more accurate.”
Can petted the bathrobe as if it was Gucci. “It’s so soft, Tin. So soft.” His next words came out blurred, his face buried into the cloth making it impossible to understand.
“What did you say, love?”
‘If I jumped off a roof in this thing do you think I would float down?” Can repeated. He was serious.
“Why are you like this,” Tin said, closing his eyes and sighing. When he dared to look at Can again, he found his boyfriend naked, busy trying to put on the bathrobe.
“Come take a bath with me first, Cantaloupe,” Tin said.
Can looked up at that, a blush creeping up his face. Tin smirked and patted the water, and Can quickly took off the robe to join him.
“Hi,” said Tin once Can was settled against him.
“Hey yourself,” Can said. Tin felt him shudder againts him as he wrapped his arms around Can.
“Remind me to never leave you alone on any roofs,“ Tin whispered in Can’s ear before gently taking his earlobe between his teeth.
’’Alright,” said Can a little breathlessly. “Will do.”
“Can’t have you being all reckless all the time, can I?” Tin asked, knowing that Can was more focused on where Tin’s hand was going than on what he was saying.
“Will you take care of yourself for me, Can, if I’m not here?’’
’’But you’re here now…”
“I am. So what?” Tin stopped his hand above Can’s hip.
“Take care of me?” Can said in a low voice, and Tin was happy to oblige.
TinCan #13? (It feels very much like them)
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13) ‘’I don’t know what you just called me but I have a strange feeling that it wasn’t particularly nice.”
So for this please consider that what’s in italics is Tin speaking English, and we all know Can’s level is not… quite there yet. Okay bye, thanks for the prompt fourth anon!
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“Can, you beautiful ray of sunshine, get your ass over here,” calls Tin from the driver’s seat.
“’I don’t know what you just called me but I have a strange feeling that it wasn’t particularly nice,’’ Can pouts. Lately, Tin has taken to speaking English around Can, and Can hates that he doesn’t understand, and that Tin refuses to translate, only giving him a secret smile like he’s proud of himself, the bastard.
“Of course it wasn’t nice, we’re late because of you, you magnificent cutie pie.”
“Stop it! I don’t understand anything when you speak English. See if I start speaking Mandarin around you, you’ll know how that feels,” Can threatens, but they both know he won’t actually do it.
“Mmmh mmmh, whatever you say, love of my life.”
“ARGH!”
Giving up, Can stares at the window and gets an idea. Pete is in Tin’s English class. Pete will understand. He looks through his phone for the audio recording app and presses the red button.
“Tin?”
“Yes, sweetest darling I’ve ever seen?”
“If I ask nicely, will you tell me what you’ve been calling me?”
“Now, my moon and stars, where would be the fun in that? It’s better if you guess,” Tin smirks.
“Fine, I won’t ask anymore,” Can says with a fake pout.
“Aw, don’t be like that, light of my life. It’s not that bad, I promise.”
Can says nothing more, busy sending the audio to Pete along with a text. [translate pls???]
Pete responds under a minute with heart-eyes emojis and a translation, and Can starts laughing in delight.
“Why are you laughing?” Tin asks, bewildered.
“It’s nothing, my moon and stars. Don’t worry about it, light of my life,” grins Can, delighted by the red creeping on Tin’s cheeks.
PART 2! @weilongfu as you requested, and all my thanks and love to @plann-et and @thesilentdarkangel who provided the chinese endearments 😘😘😘💕💕💕
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“Tin, if you don’t stop calling me Cantaloupe in public,” Can threatens, “I’m going to call you 傻瓜 forever.”
“What does that mean?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, 笨蛋.”
“That one wasn’t even the same!”
“This is my revenge, Tin. Embrace it, 亲.”
“….alright, my sun and sky, alright. We’re doing this, then.”
“You bet your ass, this is war now, 老公.”
They’re both grinning wide, stepping closer to one another, not caring about translating when they can see the laughter and affection reflected in the other’s smile.
“Oh yeah? Show me what you’ve got, owner of my heart.”
“Is that an invitation or a threat, 心肝?”
“Both, my love, both,” says Tin right as he kisses Can’s smile.
“Ha, you kissed me first, this means I win bao-bei,” Can says with his trademark blinding smile.
“Hey, I know this one,” says Tin. “Are you calling me your treasure or your dumpling?”
“Both, 亲, both,” and this time it’s Can that leans in for a soft kiss.
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(傻瓜 SHǍGUĀ: silly melon
笨蛋 : BÈNDÀN: dumb egg
亲 :QĪN : bae
老公 : LǍO GONG: husband
心肝 :XĪNGĀN : my heart and liver )
IT GOT BETTER
THANKS TO YOU 😘😘
Can I request a mini fic about Can learning from Tin? Or is it weird? Lol It’s just that I just realized Can had his first kiss with Mr A kiss is not a kiss without a tongue hahaha and it’s only a matter of time until Tin starts expecting him to do more than just standing there and letting him kiss him. I thought it’d be funny considering how clumsy Can is😂
Hi Anon! Sorry I’m writing this a few days later, but I hope you enjoy it!
Three dates. Can realized they had now formally been on three dates. And each time, Tin had kissed him. Or at least, given Can a kiss as Tin had defined it.
But each time, Can had stood still, immovable, no reaction, not even parting his lips. After the third time, Tin asked what was wrong.
“Do you not like kissing?” Tin looked into Can’s eyes as if he could divine the answer from them. “You don’t react. Or… Have you made up your mind, and you don’t like me?”
“It’s not like that!” Can made a face after his outburst. “I… I like you Tin,” Can said softly. “But I don’t… I’ve never… I just…”
Tin nodded in understanding. “I see. Then perhaps it’s time I taught you.”
“WHAT?!”
Tin pulled Can into his lap on the couch. “Kiss me,” Tin murmured against Can’s lips.
Can carefully put his arms around Tin’s neck and leaned down slowly for a kiss. It was a gentle press of lips, soft and sweet.
“Press a little harder,” Tin whispered.
Can pulled Tin closer and the added pressure made his senses come alive.
“Open your mouth just a bit.” And Tin showed Can what he meant as he opened his own lips just a bit to pull in Can’s bottom lip.
Can did the same as soon as his lip was free. He could taste the soda they both had earlier.
“Lick my lips a little.” Tin lapped at Can’s bottom lip, a small kitten lick. It sent a shiver down Can’s spine.
Can did the same and felt Tin’s heart rate go up a notch.
“Open your mouth some more.” Tin opened his and pressed his tongue into the seam of Can’s mouth. “Play with me.”
The moment Can opened his mouth and allowed Tin’s tongue in, it was suddenly an entirely different sensation for a kiss. The shortness of breath, the feeling of another tongue touching his, and then Tin’s tongue retreated and Can followed. He tasted the inside of Tin’s mouth, and Tin wasn’t shoving Can off so at least Tin wasn’t choking from Can’s lack of experience.
And through it all, Tin kept moving his lips and Can struggled to follow the steps to this primal dance. But the moment Tin pulled Can further into his lap and their groins met, Can knew he had another problem.
Tin broke the kiss and nuzzled Can’s neck, kissing softly along his jawline.
“Do I have to teach you about this too, Cantaloupe?”
Can could only shiver in reply.
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