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!”
Tag: good fic
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 ❤💕)
—–
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.
—–
(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.
Any number tincan 💕💕
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Hi anon ! (you’re the second anon I’ve ever received, I love you <3)
I mixed two prompts for this, hope you don’t mind! 💕 thanks for asking! 😘
5) ‘’are you seriously going to do it ?’’ “ what do I have to lose?”
11) “if you do this, you understand you’ll never be able to go home again, yes?”
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“Are you seriously going to do it?” Can asks. Even through the phone, Tin can tell he’s worried, and a rush of fondness males him smile.
“What do I have to lose, Can?” Tin replies flatly. It’s been a long time since he considered the people he lives with his family. He cannot lose something he doesn’t have, and he knows he’s never had their love, or respect, or whatever could pass as familial affection.
“If you do this, you understand you’ll never be able to go home again, yes?” Can insists, and it’s touching that Can still thinks there’s some hope left. To be fair, Tin has only told him about his brother. There’s things Can doesn’t know yet, things Tin will probably tell him someday, but that he can’t quite bring himself to face yet.
“Can, this house has not been home to me for a long time. This is not what a family is supposed to be, and now that I’ve seen yours, I can’t bear the sight of mine anymore.”
Can stays silent for a moment, so Tin knows he’s carefully crafting his next words, reigning in his most impulsive words. He appreciates the effort.
“You’re doing it now? Do you want me to come?” Can finally asks, and Tin grins.
“I’m putting my last bag into the car right now. Is it still okay if I come to your house?”
“Yes, yes, of course, come right away, why do even need to ask?” Can nearly shouts into his ear, and Tin has to hold his phone at arm’s length.
Tin takes a final look into his – former – room, making sure he hasn’t forgotten any of the boxes he carefully put together earlier in the day. All the belongings he wants to keep are in his car, so he closes the door of what was his bedroom for the last time.
Half an hour later, Tin parks in front of Can’s house. Can, his sister and his mother are there, waiting for him on the sidewalk. He’s not even all of the way out of the car when he gets an armful of Can, his boyfriend hugging him as hard as he can.
“Welcome home,” Can says.
— Meggie Royer
Can does not regret pushing Tin away after the kiss after their date.
Even without reciprocating, it was dangerous enough for his heart.
Tin’s lips moved with purpose, softer than Can thought they would be after so many cutting words. And Tin’s tongue, skillful yet gentle, respectful enough to taste Can’s lips, but go no farther.
Can licked his lips again in the privacy of his own room. Even after scrubbing them, they tasted like Tin. Can could even still feel the warmth of Tin’s hand against his neck, smell Tin’s cologne in the air, and it all made him blush furiously.
What kind of a kiss was that, that Tin gave him?
It was dangerous. It was thrilling. It was amazing.
It stole Can’s breath and if Can hadn’t pushed Tin away, he was afraid he’d have kissed back.
What would it be like then? Would the sensations be greater? Would it have been so bad to taste Tin’s lips himself instead of these indirect traces? Would Tin still be as gentle when Can kissed back? Or would he devour Can?
The words Tin used to tease Can when he was eating his piece of cantaloupe echoed in Can’s mind and made him blush further.
“Cantaloupe is so soft… So sweet…” Can’s mind echoed back to him, a vision of Tin kissing him deeper and deeper while whispering the words.
Can slapped himself to shake off the thoughts. Maybe it was already too late. Maybe Tin had done more than stolen his breath.
Maybe Tin was stealing Can’s heart.
— we’re playing a dangerous game | m.a.w
It was just supposed to be a silly little game. Pond had invited everyone over and so Ae invited Pete who invited Tin despite Can’s adamant refusal.
They had been circling each other, Tin trying and trying to get Can to say yes, to date him, to let him in, and Can was too frightened. Tin had been intense before in their hate and fights, but now when Tin was so focused on making Can love him, Can could feel that pressure on his shoulders all over again.
And Can didn’t want to keep turning Tin away. He wanted to give in, to let himself have this, but how could Can know this wasn’t a game for Tin?
When Pond suggested Truth or Dare, Can latched onto the chance. Sure it was a game, but even rich people had to honor the sanctity of Truth or Dare, right?
So when it was Can’s turn to spin, his hopes were answered and it pointed at Tin.
“Truth or Dare, Ai Tin.”
Tin looked directly into Can’s eyes. “Which one do you want me to pick?”
“Tell me the truth.”
Tin huffed. “Ask your question.”
“Do you love me?”
Tin looked around at the people surrounding them and Can wondered if this was it, if Tin didn’t have the courage, the real emotion to say what he kept on saying between only them. But then Tin looked into Can’s eyes again, gave him that small soft smile and said, “I love you.”
The rest of their friends started a ruckus shouts and whispers and laughter. Can heard none of it, but felt his heart was going to beat out of his chest. His mind whirling through a million thoughts and a billion emotions. He didn’t realize when it was Tin’s turn that the bottle was pointing to him.
“Truth or Dare, Can,” Tin asked.
Can didn’t even blink. “Dare.”
“I dare you to love me too.”
Can reached across and pulled Tin into a kiss. It was awkward and clumsy and Can moved his lips too much, but Tin reciprocated anyway, slowly moving the kiss to less frantic motions. The cheers of their friends were wild, although Can could vaguely hear Ae shouting threats about what would happen if Tin mistreated him. When they pulled apart for air, Can could feel relief flood through his system.
“I already do,” Can whispered.
Tin kissed Can’s forehead and smiled.
Hey! You’re plane’s probably took off by now, so whenever you can, 16) Tin x Can, please? Have a nice flight! ✈️
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Hiii, sorry I took a long time to answer and it’s short, but there it is ✌❤
16) “This can’t be right.”
‘’This can’t be right,” says Can, his fingers feebly trying to get a hold of Tin’s hair.Tin hums, the echoes lost in the tender flesh of Can’s throat.
“My sister is home, she will hear –“
“Then you’ll just have to be quiet, Cantaloupe,” smirks Tin. He catches Can’s lower lip between his teeth, worrying it a little, letting it go to check how red it’s turning. Needs more work, he thinks, diving back to the job at hand.
“Don’t call me that, asshole,” Can says half-heartedly. He’s already half-way gone, his whole body relaxing under the weight of Tin’s, his hands traveling up and down Tin’s back over his shirt.
Tin knows this will not go very far, not with Can’s sister in the house, but he’s happy to just lay over his boyfriend and enjoy the moment.
“I resent that,” Tin says before resuming the task he’s set for himself. Can’s lips are soft and pliable under his own, and biting them gently is an activity Tin gladly enrolls in. With his lips trapped between Tin’s teeth, Can can’t talk, and he surrenders even more, sinking bonelessly into his bedcover. It’s amazing to feel how much Can trusts him with this, trusts that Tin will take care of him like that, when not so long ago he had to basically trick him into going on a date. Tin props himself up on his elbows to loom above Can and admire the result of his efforts.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Can asks, one hand reaching up to thread into Tin’s hair.
“I’m enjoying the view,” Tin smiles. “Your lips are quite red, but I think I can make them redder still.”
“Alright, kiss me more, come here,” Can says, greedy, using his leverage to bring Tin closer.
Short, sweet, and to the point! 😍😍😍😍
The perfect complement to the episode we’ve just had.
I wish we could have a few more episodes for Tin x Can to reach this stage in their relationship. And I don’t just mean being in bed… errr… not talking much. I mean Can trusting Tin enough to surrender himself to him the way you write it here. And Tin being AMAZED by the amount of trust Can has in him.
Thank you darling for this very soft treat ❤️❤️
Guardian x LTNS Preview?
I may or may not have to restart some parts of this from scratch. But here’s WeiLan in an LTNS!AU because I can’t deny @andwebegin or @earthpodd anything and so now I’m writing this AU because I just want to be loved damn it.
And I like a challenge, like the sucker that I am.
@lazygeisha @fkyb @sluttynewwiee if any of you guys are interested in seeing how this goes?
Black Cloak dabbed the blood off his face, a delicate motion compared to the slashes and cuts that riddled the bodies in front of him. Next to him, Ghost Face smiled.
“Why gege, that was your best work yet, wouldn’t you say?”
Black Cloak turned to look at Ghost Face. “Don’t tell me you’re getting complacent, didi.” Black Cloak wiped the blood off his sword next. “You planned this, didn’t you? These guys are small fry, haven’t even dared to step on your turf yet.”
“And what will you do if I say I did?”
Black Cloak threw the bloodied handkerchief at Ghost Face, who snatched it out of the air before it stained his suit. “I would say you should have gotten me a more challenging fight.”
Ghost Face grinned. “Well, maybe you’d like to hear what I’ve been hearing… “ Black Cloak raised an eyebrow. “There’s word you have competition, gege. Someone calling himself Kunlun.”
Black Cloak rolled his eyes. “As if he could ever out do me. All these new young upstarts think so.”
“But, have they managed to fight Lao Chu’s gang to a standstill?”
Black Cloak came to a stop as they walked out of the alleyway. “Lao Chu? To a standstill?”
“He walked away. Even after threatening Xiao Guo.”
Everyone knew Xiao Guo was Lao Chu’s current toy. If Kunlun managed to get that close and walk away… Black Cloak felt shivers up and down his spine. “So what’s up with Kunlun and Lao Chu now, didi?”
Ghost Face smiled. “Well… I hear Lao Chu is offering a handsome reward to anyone who brings him Kunlun’s head.”
—–
Kunlun turned out to be much trickier to track down than Black Cloak had thought. For a man accumulating a reputation, news about Kunlun was hard to come by. It gave Black Cloak an itch he yearned to scratch and it would only be done by a good fight.
And finally, after a week of searching, Black Cloak had done it. Kunlun, with his dark brown leather jacket, forest green scarf, beaten up combat boots, and bamboo staff, alone, on Ghost Face turf. It couldn’t have been more perfect.
Except it was a disaster.
Black Cloak snarled as he swung with his sword, but the distance Kunlun managed to keep with his staff could not be crossed.
“Is this the best the Black Cloak can do?” Kunlun asked. It was almost mocking if it weren’t so deadpan. “Maybe you weren’t worth my time after all.”
Black Cloak feinted high with his sword, but swung from below with his fist and landed his first real blow on Kunlun and pulled away his scarf. A handsome face with roguish facial hair and challenging eyes was revealed. Black Cloak wasn’t sure if the skip he felt in his heart beat was from the sight or the thrill of landing a blow.
Kunlun only rotated his neck. “Alright. Maybe you are worth it.”
The rest of the fight was a blur of adrenaline that left Black Cloak bruised and bloody, but Kunlun wasn’t much better off. Both managed to hobble off to fight another day, but Black Cloak considered it a loss. It was humiliating.
—–
The next fight against Kunlun was during a raid. Ghost Face, despite Black Cloak’s insistence, decided it was a good idea to rob the Snake Tribe. Kunlun had shown up as hired muscle. Tied up in his fight, Black Cloak had been unable to assist with anything else. They lost more than they gained that night.
The third time, Black Cloak had found Kunlun’s safe house. Before he made it far, he found a gun pressed to his head by a sleepy and angry Kunlun. Thus chased off, Black Cloak went back a the next day to confirm his suspicions. The safe house was empty.
Ghost Face found Black Cloak’s failures hilarious.
“God, gege, you should see your face! You can’t even beat this guy once!”
Black Cloak threw a dagger at Ghost Face who caught it and used it to pick at his teeth. “God, he’s so infuriating.”
“Maybe you need to rethink your strategy.”
“Maybe you need to die in a fire. When was the last time you fought anyone?”
It’s (Birthday) Tradition
Pairing: TinCan
Based off my head canon about how Tin and Can celebrate their birthdays. Could sort of fit into Love is a disaster series, but I’m not sure I want it there yet.Also I wrote this because in approx. 3.5 hrs, it will be my birthday so I wanted Tin and Can to celebrate their birthdays with me.
Summary:
Everyone has their favorite ways of spending or celebrating their birthday. Tin and Can have special ways they celebrate for themselves and each other.
The Last Good Bar 
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