#lbc ficlet

[florbexter]

Hi:) 💕 you would like to write a tin can ficlet where Can, after arguing with Tin, discovers that Tin preserves the apology letter that Can had put in his car? At The end they make peace.

TinCan Ficlet

Can stared at the piece of paper in his hand. No, it had been a piece of paper… once. Now it was preserved for eternity, laminated, safe from water or coffee stains or the little grabby hands of Can’s niece. 

“This is not fair,” he muttered. He should hold onto his anger. He should continue to rummage through Tin’s drawers because he needed to find his car insurance documents and should continue doing it with as much hatred towards Tin’s desk as possible. He had been prepared to disarrange everything so Tin would be annoyed, so they would have, even more, to argue about. It had been satisfying to think about. 

Now, this.

His handwriting hadn’t improved over the years. His grammar hadn’t, either. He remembered how he had felt putting the apology letter on Tin’s car, though. Righteous, with an itching fist and the conviction that he never had to deal with Tin Medthanan again. 

Can had thought Tin would toss the letter away or tear it apart. Instead, he had done this sappy stuff. 

He fell back into Tin’s giant office chair and huffed. Why was it, that Tin excelled so much in calming him down? He always knew when to call, as if he could sense Can’s mood through the air of Bangkok. He knew when to bring Can’s favourite food and now… Can slid forward on the stool until his butt almost fell off and put the letter close to his face. 

“Stupid Ai Tin,” he murmured against the shiny surface. 

“Not Ai Asshole anymore?”

Can glared at Tin over the letter who stood in the doorway. He had changed from his office clothes to his grey sweatpants and shirt combo and Can glared a bit harder because Tin in that outfit made him fidgety. 

The worst thing was that Tin didn’t feel guilty. He would get why Can was mad but would still believe he made the right choice. 

“A freaking car,” Can murmured and put the laminated letter back over his face. “I told you to not buy me things!”

“It’s a used car.”

Can threw his hands up. 

“That’s not the point.”

If he would give in with the car Tin would find thousand of new loopholes to buy Can stuff and the next thing he knew he would be the owner of a fitness studio franchise. He didn’t want to be the owner of fitness studios! 

“I’m not equipped to be a manager!”

Instead of answering Tin just stepped around the desk and leaned against it. He pulled the letter from Can’s face and read it. 

“Your grammar hasn’t improved over the years.”

“You’re back to being Ai Asshole just for your information,” Can pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Tin wasn’t even embarrassed that he had found the letter. If he let on how touched he was that Tin had kept it Tin would put the letter all over their apartment just to tease Can. 

“I also preserved the little post-it you wrote me for my first day in the office.” Tin had put his hands on the two armrests of the office chair and hovered over Can like a sexy treat. Can glared up at Tin and refused to move. 

“You’re cheesy,” he declared and kicked Tin against his shin, lightly. He got a kiss on his nose for his troubles.

“I’m not going to drive that car.”

Tin nodded and kissed his right cheek. Can glared harder. He was not going to give in. It was dangerous to give in. 

“The traffic in Bangkok is stupid! I’m going to stuck in traffic jams all the time.” 

“Right,” murmured Tin and kissed his other cheek. “Maybe Ley needs another car?”

“Don’t you dare give my sister a car!” Can kicked Tin again. “I know exactly where she gets all her designer bags from, don’t you deny it!”

“She just loans them from me.”

“Sure. That’s why I see you walking around with a Prada bag all the time.”

“They would suit me.”

“A punch in the face would suit you!” 

Tin kissed his pouty lips. Can rolled his eyes and he got another one. Three, four, five. Can sighed but he would. not. give. in! Tin straightened up and leaned back against the desk and  Can didn’t like that at all, but he remained silent. 

“I’m not gonna drive that car,” he repeated himself. Tin mirrored him and crossed his arms in front of his chest, too. As if that was a counter-argument. 

“Okay,” he said instead and Can opened his mouth but closed it really quickly. That had to be a trap. 

“Is this a trap?”

Tin raised an eyebrow and Can quickly jumped up. Tin opened his arms for him and Can stepped into his embrace. 

“Is this some new technique for you to win arguments?”

“No. I’m just gonna respect your wish and give the car back.”

Can narrowed his eyes and tried to see in Tin’s eyes the truth. This was too easy. But Tin just had this shine in his eyes, which mostly meant he was very amused by Can. 

“You really gonna give it back?”

Tin nodded. 

Can leaned forward and bit him lightly, trough his t-shirt. It was part punishment and partly because he could no longer hold himself back. Gosh, he hated those sweatpants! 

“I’m not going to change my mind just because you are all agreeable now.”

Tin smiled. “I know.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Can smelled something fishy and he grabbed the laminated letter from the desk and stepped out of Tin’s embrace. 

“Just so you know,” he waved the letter in front of Tin’s face, “I’m going to let this letter inspire me for another one if you really bring the car back and…”

Tin leaned forward. He smiled. 

“And?”

Can pulled at the waistband of Tin’s sweatpants and let it snap back on Tin’s skin. 

“And I’m going to do that in the bedroom.” Two could play manipulative games he thought satisfied as he sauntered out of the office.

#florbexter writes #tincan ficlet #lbc ficlet #love by chance #tincan #established relationship #tumblr prompt #fluff

[weilongfu]

In one of your LBC/TinCan ficlets, you wrote "Pete knew that he was supposed to have a gay-dar but he wasn’t sure how to activate it". It's been several weeks since I read this line and I still think about it everyday. And have a merry chuckle each time. It is. Beyond hilarious. And so in CHARACTER. Thank you you superb funky writer

One, I’m glad that line continues to bring you a chuckle whenever you think about it!

Two, that line is inspired by my own experiences. My gaydar is SHIT unless it’s so blatantly obvious that someone is queer. And I mean OBVIOUS. Like I will not pick up on that shit until someone admits it themselves. 

#weilongfu answers #Anonymous

[fkyb]

By popular demand (...2 people) I'm gathering my LBC ficlets on AO3 \o/ (mostly TinCan, but there's some TypeTechno and Ae/Pete in here too)

#fkyb writes sometimes #lbc fic #tincan fic

[florbexter]

TinCan - “Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

TinCan Ficlet

They fell silent. Somewhere in the distance, they heard a dog barking.

A blush fell over Pete’s face and he shrugged in embarrassment. 

“Too much?”, he asked and the tension after he had yelled ‘Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!’ fell off everybody. 

“Maybe you should just sit on the bench,” Ae said and took the ball out of his hands. Pete didn’t seem to mind. Tin hid his smile behind his hand but couldn’t contain his snort when he looked over to the goal where Can laid on the grass wheezing. 

He had been the first one to burst out in laughter, after Pete, proper and with the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up had yelled at him after Ae had said he should just channel the right spirit to kick a ball in Can’s direction. 

Can’s face was already red and he laughed so hard, no sound came out of his mouth. Tin stood up and walked over to his boyfriend.

“You need oxygen?”, he asked. Can wasn’t able to answer, he just held his belly, laughing while tears were streaming down his face. Tin shook his head and squatted down. Can had grass stains on his jersey, and a bit of dirt hung in his hair. He gasped between bursts of laughter and Tin never wanted to kiss him more. He poked him in the side. 

“Hey!”, Can yelled and was finally able to sit up. He giggled and put his forehead against Tin’s knee. Warmth radiated from him and Tin felt his sweat. He could have pushed him to see him topple over but instead, he laid his hand on his neck and knew that his cool fingers felt good on Can’s overheated skin.  

“Who would have thought Ai Pete knows how to yell?”, he giggled breathlessly. Tin shrugged. 

“Who knows? Maybe we picture Ae’s and Ai Pete’s dynamic completely wrong?”, Tin answered dryly and Can fell back on the ground in another fit of laughter.

#florbexter writes #tincan ficlet #lbc ficlet #love by chance #established relationship #aepete #humor

[florbexter]

Tin Can : Person A placing their hand on Person B’s forehead to check if they have a fever. -Person A and Person B having a deep and vulnerable conversation.

Hi! Thank you so much for your prompt. I’m afraid I got the ‘deep and vulnerable conversation’ part totally wrong, but they do what they want I’m afraid ^^°. I hope you like it anyway. 

TinCan Ficlet

“You don’t look so good.”

Can wanted to reply that Tin didn’t have to lay on the compliments so thick but he had to cough. His throat felt like shards were digging their way into his lungs and breathing felt like too much of a hassle. He buried his head in the pillow and groaned in frustration. He hated being sick.

“Hey.”

He shook his head slowly because he wasn’t going to lift his head not even for a ‘Hey’ in that kind of voice. Sweet and warm and full of concern.

A shiver ran down his spine when Tin laid his cool hand against his neck. Can groaned in pleasure, but it sounded more like the dying sounds of roadkill. Tin slowly turned him around and his hand wandered from his neck over his checks to his forehead. Can wanted to twist Tin’s hand from his wrist to have it on his forehead forever… It made sense in his mind.

“You’re having a fever,” Tin stated and Can cracked an eye open. Tin hovered over him and looked like it personally offended him that Can got sick in his care.

“I’m gonna call your work.” It was his bossy voice and normally Can reacted allergic to his bossy voice but he just closed his eyes and nodded. He wanted to sleep and to think about a way to remove his hurting lungs without dying.

Tin moved around the bedroom in search of his cellphone and Can heard him talking. He frowned. Something wasn’t quite right, but he couldn’t lay a finger on it and a feverish sleep overcame him.

+++

Can blinked at the bowl in his lap.

“You drove to my mum so she could make me soup but you were able to convince her to not tag along to take care of me?” He wasn’t convinced.

Tin fluffed up the blanket and frowned at him.

“She never said to me that she wanted to come with me. She seemed relieved that I was taking care of you.”

“Of course,” Can muttered into his soup. He remembered when Tin had had the car accident and had been in the hospital for a freaking band-aid and his mum had acted as if he had been on the verge of dying. She had nagged about a tetanus shot so long the nurses had been willing to restrain her with a narcotic.

He blew on the hot liquid in his spoon but before he ate it a thought struck him.

Had he heard that right, the phone call from yesterday?

“Ai Tin?”

Tin came back into the bedroom with his arm full of new coverings. He was convinced he could kill the germs through stubbornly changing their bedding every 24 hours.

“Did you say to my colleagues you were my roommate?”

The muffled sound of Tin’s voice came through his struggles to put new bedding on the blankets.

“Yes.”

The hurt he felt wasn’t the one from his throat. This kind of hurt pricked under his skin in his arms, a weird sensation as if it would start to itch soon and it was accompanied by a heavy ache in his chest. He stared into the soup and then set it carefully on his bedside table.

“Ai Tin?”

Tin had conquered the blankets and looked at him.

“You don’t like the soup?”

“Why did you say to my colleagues you’re my roommate?”

Can had moved in after he had graduated from university. It had been a good choice because he spent all of his time in Tin’s apartment anyway and the apartment already belonged to Tin. It was ‘their’ apartment with the touch of Can’s presence all over the place.

Tin climbed onto the bed to sit next to him.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m more than your roommate. You remember that, right?”

Tin rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah, I wouldn’t drive through half of Bangkok to get soup just for anyone, you know?”

Can punched him against the arm, but he was fever-weak so he doubted that Tin even felt it.

“They already know you’re my boyfriend, you know?”

Something softens in Tin’s eyes and Can really wanted to have his strength back to punch him properly.

“Of course! I talk about you. Especially when you do crazy stuff! They know we live together. Now I have to explain to them where the roommate is suddenly coming from.”

“I don’t do crazy stuff.”

Can groaned and turned to get his soup back but stopped half-way.

“Wait. Does that mean everyone in your fancy master class thinks we’re roommates?”

“No.”

Can frowned at Tin.

“I don’t talk to most of them.”

“You really have issues.”

Tin smiled at him in his special way and Can had to smile back.

“Yes. And one of them is spreading germs all over the bed.”

Instead of a punch Can decided to kick him instead.

#florbexter writes #tincan ficlet #love by chance #lbc ficlet #established relationship #fluff #humour #romance #sick!fic #ficlet prompt

[florbexter]

On the drabble thing, can you write #10 and/or #20 with TinCan.... I really like your work, the fics legit give me life.

#10 “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

TinCan Ficlet

It wasn’t often that Tin picked up his nephew. The Metdhanas had more driver than people in the family to drive around but Tul didn’t seem to be able to deny his son anything so once a month Tin picked N’Phu up from school.

Can didn’t accompany him often. He had his own schedule and even though the little brat grew on him over time it wasn’t high on his list to pick him up from school.

They waited outside the gate while a sour-looking security guard scanned their faces. Can remembered when he had just run out of school with his bunch of friends.

“Is he really that endangered to be kidnapped?”, he asked and frowned. Tin, who stood beside Can with designer sunglasses and clothes that cost more than the school property scoffed.

“Tul has many enemies.”

Yeah, Can thought, like you. Can leaned back against the road sign advising drivers to be slow and crossed his arms before his chest. He should have waited inside the car, he thought sullenly. Some chauffeurs waited with them but mostly nannies waited with them and whatever dramas told one about the look of nannies the truth was different.

First, why did they have to be so young? Were they sisters or caretakers? Second, did the wifes really had to pick out the prettiest? Weren’t they afraid at all about the temptation they posed? Third, how obvious did they want to ogle Tin? They should just get over it and swarm him like a hive of bees.

Some of them had even come steadily closer. Okay… only three came steadily closer, all the other women stared at the entrance to the school.

“P’Tin!” Can heard the exciting voice of Nong Phu. He had eyed the women so intensely he hadn’t heard the rush of children running towards them. Tin had stepped forward to receive a hug from his nephew and Can heard the ladies collectively sigh.

He turned around to receive his usually stinky eye from N’Phu and oh no stuck out tongue today. What an honour!

“Do you see this?” The three women had come closer to hearing distance and cooed of Tin who picked up N’Phu. Can was the one who had to hold his backpack.

“Thank you!”, N’Phu said with a cheeky grin and Can just rolled his eyes at him.

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids,” one of the chauffeurs behind them said and Can could hear the envy in his voice.

“Oh this is bullshit,” he muttered, shouldered the little backpack and stepped into Tin’s space. He pushed up the ridiculous sunglasses and kissed him soundly.

“We better go before you cause a ruckus!”, he proclaimed, ignored N’Phu’s retching noises and dragged Tin with him to the car.

#florbexter writes #tincan ficlet #tincan #love by chance #lbc ficlet #ficlet prompts #drabble challenge #established relationship

[florbexter]

get ready for a bunch of prompts!!! TinCan “They’re so cute when they’re asleep”?

TinCan Ficlet

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep?”

Tin wasn’t sure if he heard that right. He looked over to his boyfriend but yes, Can really stood in the doorway and looked at his friends like they were little puppies who, finally, after hours of play, had fallen asleep.

“You’re serious?” 

Tin couldn’t recall how his apartment had gotten the venue for the football team to have their post-game meeting but he suspected it had something to do with the sudden impairment of his hearing whenever Can decided to change in his bedroom instead of the bathroom. It also hadn’t been a meeting per se - he should probably tell them that - because they had brought take-out and a lot of colourful drinks and had passed out in a heap of too much to drink in front of the TV, on the couch and around the living room table. There was more snuggling going on than Tin would have guessed from a bunch of football players but who was he to judge? 

“Is this going to be a permanent arrangement because if it is I want to repeat the conversation we had about it and put my veto in.”

“Shhshshs,” Can shushed him and dragged him away, dimming the light and closing the door gently behind them. Tin was more confused than ever but before he could say something else Can’s arms were slung around his neck and he was pulled into a heck of a kiss. He lost his balance a little bit the moment Can bit him lightly on his upper lip and there was a whomp sound when they fell against the wall. 

“Shshshh,” Can made again, a little breathless but with a giggle and Tin grabbed him to kiss him some more. 

“You’re really freaking sexy when you try to be nice,” Can murmured against his lips. 

“I’m always nice,” Tin answered and silenced Can’s snort with another kiss. They stumbled along the corridor to Tin’s bedroom and Tin didn’t care anymore. Even if his apartment became the headquarter of the damn football club.

#florbexter writes #tincan ficlet #lbc ficlet #love by chance #established relationship #fluff #romance

[florbexter]

Gunai 🐷and/or Tincan💃

TinCan Ficlet

“Attention! This is not a drill! This is the worst! Abort mission!”

Can burst into the apartment as if he was hunted by someone for sport. Tin didn’t look up because Can burst into his apartment several times a week since their agreement and mostly it was related to food, his sister or football.

“Hey! Are you listening to me? This is the worst, this is…. wait… are you wearing sweatpants?”

Tin didn’t look down at himself because he knew that he wore his most comfortable sweatpants. He threw Can a look and rolled his eyes.

“… are you even allowed to wear sweatpants?”

“You’re an idiot again.”

“I thought rich people have a different dress code?” Can stared at Tin’s grey pants as if they were a hallucination. “Wait… are those expensive sweatpants? They are, right?”

“Your emergency can’t be that urgent when you have time to be distracted by my pants.”

“You never wear sweatpants… Oh! Yes!” Can threw his backpack and his sport jacket on the floor and jumped next to Tin on the couch.

“We have a big problem.” And like the little child he was, he held his hands apart to indicate how big the problem was. He looked dishevelled Tin noticed. His cheeks were red, there was sweat on his neck and his ridiculous fringes were in disarray. A standard look for Can most of the time but the panic in his eyes was new. Whatever it was Can wouldn’t be reassured with a couple of words and the promise of free food, so Tin put his laptop on the table and said goodbye to his plan to watch a movie. Which, maybe, he should mention, he was sure Can had a weird idea about the rich and them watching movies, too.

Can made a dramatic pause and put one hand on Tin’s shoulder. Tin suppressed the urge to twitch. Can’s hand felt strangely warm.

“My mum knows about us.”

“What do you mean?”

“That she knows about us.”

“What us?”

“Us… us.”

“There is no us.”

Can threw his hands up. “The us as in you and me are in a relationship.”

“We’re not in a relationship.”

“Do you want me to kill you?” Instead, Can took one of the throw pillows and smacked Tin with it. Tin didn’t know he owned throw pillows, but Can had made him order stuff online, which meant he also had carpets now which had been described as ‘fluffy’. Apparently, that was the aesthetic Can tried to implement.

“I meant that we pretend to be boyfriends to annoy your asshole brother!”

“She knows we’re pretending?”

“No. She thinks we’re real.”

Tin frowned. “Why would you tell her we’re in a real relationship?”

“She tricked me!” Can pouted and let himself fall back. The couch jostled noticeably. He brushed a strand of hair out of his face and looked like a disgruntled puppy.

“Was there food involved?” He was hit with the pillow again.

“Why would you say that all the time? I don’t think about food every second of every day.” Tin laughed and used the pillow to lean more comfortably into the couch. “How did she tricked you?”

“She asked for my phone and I forgot that I had our picture from the last charity event as the background.”

Tin remembered that evening. Every detail of it.

“Why would you use a picture of us as a background?”

Can threw him a look he had learned from Tin. “Today you’re the one asking the stupid questions. It’s called being authentic.”

Tin nodded. Can placed great importance on them being authentic. Tin may have been the one who had approached Can and asked him to be his fake-boyfriend for two months but since then Tin wasn’t the one who held the reins. If anything he was the one who should finally ask if playing boyfriends for half a year was really the right thing to do. But then he would miss the things Can deemed important for their authenticity.

Like making out in a secluded corner of a mansion where a charity event was held with the excuse that Tin’s brother could see them. There were a lot of what-ifs, maybe’s and could’s in Can’s plans.

“You could have told her, that we’re just faking it.”

Can rolled his eyes and Tin frowned. “She would have killed me. Or worse, she would have dragged me to your brother so I could apologize for lying to him.”

Tin made a sound and he had no idea what he wanted to say with it. Maybe just that he heard everything Can had said and found it confusing. Can looked at him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

But what he wanted to say was: “Maybe you didn’t tell your mum the truth because it’s no longer the truth. If it would be the truth we would talk about this being fake more than kissing as often as possible.”

Should you know about your fake-boyfriend that he would lift his chin slightly when he wanted to be kissed? That, when you caress the soft skin behind his ear he would shiver and dig his fingers into your shoulders ready to almost climb you? That he had the habit to just breathe against your mouth for a few moments after you stop kissing him as if he wanted to catch the warmth of your lips?

Tin blinked and noticed that he stared at Can’s mouth. He quickly looked up and everything in him went still when he saw Can’s dilated pupils. Had they been thinking about the same thing? Tin licked his dry lips and swallowed.

“I could,” he started and had to clear his throat. “I could meet your mum and then you could tell her we broke–” He couldn’t finish his sentence. Can had climbed on his lap in one smooth motion and kissed him. It wasn’t a tentative first kiss to test the waters. He held Tin’s face between his hands and kissed him deeply. For a moment Tin’s only response was to hold onto the couch out of surprise.

“You and this damn sweatpants,” Can mumbled and Tin’s brain started to function again. He sat up and laid his arms around Can to hold him closer. He opened his mouth for Can’s explorations and groaned. Kissing Can was always exhilarating. He felt more alive, as if Can’s lips were the trigger to awaken his nerves.

“What about your mum?”, he asked between kisses and put his hands under Can’s t-shirt. He was hot to touch and Tin wanted to feel every inch of him.

“Don’t talk about my mum now.”

“So no fake relationship?” He felt pressure behind Can’s hands on his shoulders and let himself slowly pushed down on the couch.

“Real,” Can said and nipped at Tin’s jawline, “real relationship.”

Tin wanted to say ‘yes’ or ‘alright’ or ‘I agree’ but he had priorities so he got Can’s lip back to where they belonged. Against his own.

#love by chance #lbc ficlet #tincan ficlet #florbexter writes #prompt extravaganza #prompt ficlet #au - fake dating

[florbexter]

Hi, can I request for a prompt you would like to write about TinCan? 💕 Nothing from the list though. 😶

This is kind of a friends-to-lovers fic and obviously is not rooted in canon. I had this scene in my head for quite a while and hope you like it ❤

TinCan Ficlet

Tin didn’t even fully wake up anymore. He heard the noise from the corridor and turned on the side with his back to the door when it opened.

“Tin?”

He put the blanket tighter around himself and tried to ignore the voice.

“Tin? Tin, are you awake?”

“Just go to sleep Can,” Tin murmured because he was tired and if he encouraged Can they would have to talk about octopuses or the art of making bread. Can’s midnight talks were exhausting and strange.

He felt Can shuffling closer.

“Tin?”

Why wasn’t he slipping under his blanket? Tin had never owned two blankets before but Can was a blanket hog. He would roll around until he was wrapped into the blanket like a burrito. Tin had bought a second blanket because it took to much strength to unwrap Can and he just wanted to sleep.

“Tin… Tin they said we’re married.”

First, he thought he had dreamed, then he had to frown. He turned around and laid on his back. He felt Can’s warmth radiating from his body. The guy ran hot.

“Married? Who said we’re married.”

“P’Type said we’re behaving like a married couple.”

Tin scoffed. “That’s stupid. And he’s projecting.”

Can was silent for a while but Tin could hear the gears of his thoughts turning. Great, now he was awake. He opened his eyes and looked over to Can who laid atop the blanket, in a weird fetal position as if he had to hide from the world.

“What happened?” It was unlike Can to not talk about everything that happened the moment he met someone. Tin knew more about his morning routine, his sister and extended family members than he ever wanted to know.

“Your door pin is my birthday,” Can said suddenly and Tin raised his eyebrows. The effect was lost on Can because it was dark in the room and Tin was only able to make out his contour.

“Yes, so you won’t forget it and don’t have to make up a stupid lie to the security as to why you used the wrong code ten times.”

“I like P’Arm though.”

Trust Can to make friends with the building management. Tin closed his eyes. He was almost asleep when the bed wobbled again. Can had came closer. Tin smelled a whiff of alcohol and sighed. A drunk Can was even more chatty than a normal Can.

“Do you think we behave like boyfriends?”

“How do boyfriends behave?”, Tin asked.

“P’Champ said, we spent too much time together, we sleep in one bed, I know more about you than anyone else and you only smile when I’m around.”

“P’Champ is just jealous, you rolled from the couch once so the bed is more secure and I can’t stop my brain from absorbing the stuff you tell me and P’Champ isn’t funny so why would I smile around him?” There was a weird feeling in his stomach area… and his heart started to beat faster. Great, he wasn’t going to fall asleep anytime soon.

“We should kiss,” Can said out of nowhere and Tin had to sit up for that conversation.

“I’m sorry?”

“Ai Good said, we should kiss to find out if we like to kiss each other. He said he his tired of us ‘dancing around’ each other.”

“Good should stop trying to manipulate you into doing stuff he wants you to do.”

“But…”

“We’re not going to kiss Can,” Tin said and had the urge to move to the sofa himself. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!”

“You reek of vodka.”

“Oh…” Tin heard how Can sniffed on his own shirt. “I think P’Champ poured some of it on me. I promise I’m totally sober.”

Tin stared at Can, or to be real, where he thought Can’s face was. Suddenly there was a hand on his jaw. It felt warm and new and even though Can was a hugger Tin didn’t remember them being overly tactile with each other in the years they knew each other. He could have moved away, he could have taken Can’s hand and say ‘No.’, he could have jumped out of the bed. He could have done a lot of things, but he decided to sit still.

Can kissed him.

It wasn’t an exciting kiss. It was a press of lips and it shouldn’t have affected Tin at all. Instead, it rearranged a lot of things in Tin’s head. It made him question everything he thought he and Can were.

Can moved back but Tin grabbed him by the neck and it was dark so he was lucky he didn’t hit Can on the ear. He kissed him and didn’t meet his lips quite right so the kiss landed on the corner of Can’s mouth. Can laughed breathlessly.

“Don’t move,” Tin whispered against his skin because he needed to concentrate on the feel of Can and that deep down he had wanted to kiss him the whole time.

“I knew you would be bossy,” Can whispered back and Tin felt his smile against his lips.

#florbexter writes #tincan #tincan ficlet #ficlet prompt #romance #humor/fluff #love by chance #lbc ficlet

[florbexter]

TypeTechno - “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka” ?

TypeTechno Ficlet

Type stared at the figure on his bed. Techno laid on his belly, pillows and blankets (where did he find all these blankets?) wrapped around him as if he wanted to make a fort with them and never leave. His hair was in disarray. And he looked like he had fought with something and lost. 

Type turned fully around with his chair. 

“Can you repeat that please?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka?” Techno’s voice sounded raspy. He looked a bit pale with red blotches on his cheeks and around his nose. Type normally knew how Techno with a hangover looked liked, but this was new.

“Why would you want vodka?”, he asked carefully. Hangover-Techno was mostly a moaning mess, lamenting the unfairness of the consequences of drinking and demanding to be pampered with breakfast, pain-killers and lots of water. 

Type slid closer with his chair. Techno had closed his eyes. It looked weird how his head laid on the mattress as if he had dislocated his neck. He murmured ‘Vodka’ again and Type had to smile even though worry crept upon him. Techno’s skin felt hot to the touch and sweaty. Fever. 

He slowly and carefully freed Techno from the blankets (seriously, where did they come from?) and chuckled whenever Techno murmured ‘Vodka’ or ‘six o’clock’. It wasn’t even six in the morning. It was 2 am in the night and after he had picked up Techno from the bar he had sat down to revise an essay for university. 

“Ai No,” he whispered and shook Techno gently who blinked up at him. His eyes seemed unfocused. 

“I’m gonna change you in your pyjamas, okay? Get you out of these clothes. You sweated through them.” 

Techno wasn’t very cooperative when he was drunk (he begged to differ but he wasn’t the one who had to drag his body up the stairs all the time) so he had just crashed on Type’s bed, rolling himself up in blankets. He still wore his jeans and shirt which stank faintly of alcohol. Type had no idea why Techno drank more than usual lately. They didn’t talk much about important stuff anymore. He still called Type when he needed a place to crash, though…

Of course, Type knew exactly why there was suddenly a gap between them. The reason had a name… this pesky junior of Techno with his snake-like eyes and the innocent act he had perfected around Techno. Every time Type saw him he wanted to strangle him! 

Type had no idea why Techno was so adamant against Type’s accusations against the boy. Techno didn’t look at him as if he had feelings for him (thanks to all the gods out there) but nevertheless, he downplayed the weird obsession this Kengla guy had with him. 

With a tug, maybe more rough than necessary, he freed Techno from his jeans and stared at his best friend, only in underwear, sprawled across Type’s bed. 

“Don’t be a creep,” he scolded himself and covered him with a blanket. He forced water and medicine into him and watched until Techno’s breathing got evenly and he stopped mumbling about vodka. 

Softly, he pushed away some hair out of his face. His heart clenched and he sighed about his own dumbness. If he hadn’t acted like a jealous boyfriend then maybe Techno would talk to him like they used to. And wouldn’t use him as the last resort when he needed to hide his drunkness from his parents. 

“We gonna have to have that talk, mhm?”, he said to Techno’s sleeping face. The talk about how Type was in love with him and if he could stomach the thought of that. Type didn’t have a problem with Techno knowing. He was in love with him for a long time now, he already played every possible (and horrible) scenario in his head. 

“Tomorrow then”, he said, straightening the blanket around Techno and went back to his laptop. 

#typetechno ficlet #lbc ficlet #love by chance #florbexter writes #prompt challenge

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🍾 - Drunk confession with TinCan please 😘❤

Not 100% a drunk confession but I hope it counts anyway ;) Have fun reading!

TinCan Ficlet

Can had planned to knock against the door but because of some misunderstanding between his brain and his hand he fell against the door instead and produced a loud crash with his shoulder.

“Ouch,” he whined but didn’t straighten up. The cool material felt surprisingly comfortable against his heated face. Maybe he should sleep here? He felt tired after his adrenalin rush. He had no idea where the rush had been coming from but maybe that was the reason he was here…

Why was he here again?

His world turned upside down and he fell down hard.

“Ouch!” He coughed and tried to realize what had happened. A face looked down on him. Oh, right. Someone had opened the door.

“Can?”

Someone who knew him. Can tried to turn around but his knee bumped against the doorframe.

“Ouch!” He turned fully on his belly but had no idea how he should continue from this position. Did he want to stand up? Should he roll around on his back again?

“Can… Are you drunk?”

Oh yes. “Yes!”, Can told the floor, because yes, he was drunk.

“Is your destination Ai Pete’s apartment?”

“Nope. It’s Tin’s.”

There was silence and Can succeded after he kicked around to turn on his back again. A person was squatted down next to him, sadly his head was upside down. He should tell him that, Can thought, that his head was upside down.

“I’m Tin,” the person says and Can frowned. That couldn’t be. Tin’s head had never been upside down. He seemed to have spoken out loud because the person sighed deeply and rubbed their face. He knew that sigh, people made it a lot around him when he said something.

“Why are you here Can?”

“The floor is cold.”

“You’re here because the floor is cold?”

“My butt is cold.”

Can would never remember how he stood on his two feet again. The world spun around him until he held onto the doorframe.

“That’s better,” he mumbled.

“You’re a mess Cantaloupe.”

“How do you know my name?”, Can asked but was shoved inside the apartment. Did he tell Tin his full name? He stumbled forward.

Was he standing in a living room or the entrance hall from their university?

“I’m going to call you a taxi.”

“No!”, Can yelled and spun around in circles. He was finally able to make out where Tin was standing and shucks… he was very blurry.

“Can, seriously, you’re a mess. What do you want?”

“Listen,” Can said and lifted a finger but then he had to stop and breathe in and out otherwise something else than words would come out of his mouth.

“I have to tell you something.”

++

Can new how a hangover felt like. As always he woke up with the feeling of something dead on his tongue. Thanks to some awesome genes, he never got a headache but his stomach grumbled unpleasantly and he was thirsty. What had they celebrated last night? He tried to remember but he was only able to retrieve the taste of vodka. He crinkled his nose and stretched. And stretched. His hands didn’t touch his bedhead…

He rose on his ellbows and looked around. This was definitly not his bedroom because his bedroom would fit four times in this… hotel room? Was he at Ai Pete’s place? But Ae and Ai Pete hadn’t been at the party yesterday… or?

“That is some fancy bed,” he murmured and felt like he needed a break to catch his breath until he reached the edge of it. Four people were able to fit in there without touching each other. He shivered a bit the moment his bare feet touched the floor and holy shit he only wore his boxer shorts. He wrapped the blanket around himself for some modesty and didn’t break out in sweat. Wasn’t he in Thailand? Was he being kidnapped? Was he…?

“Ai Tin?” Can stood in the largest freaking living room he ever was in, wrapped up in a blanket and stared at Tin who sat at a table, a laptop in front of him and a cup of coffee next to it. Tin didn’t even look at him.

“You’re awake. Great. Your clothes should be ready any minute now.”

Can shuffled closer. Tin typed very fast and if Can wouldn’t be sure that he was wrong he would think that Tin tried to ignore him. Can wanted to say something but had to take another look because Tin wore sweatpants. Grey sweatpants. What kind of parallel universe was this?

“Tin?”, he whispered. “Why am I in your apartment?”

“Because you knocked on my door in the middle of the night.” If typing had an undertone Tin’s was definitely a bit aggressive. A bad suspicion dawned on him. Surely he hadn’t… his friends would have never let him… he thought back and in every memory, all of them had been wasted beyond control. They would have cheered him on.

He had the desire to hide his face with the blanket but he had to ask some question.

“Why did I wake up in your bed?”

Tin stopped his typing and took a deep breath, with a snap he closed his laptop and Can startled a bit. What horrible thing had he done? Tin had turned to him and looked him in the eyes. The uncomfortable intensive look Can wasn’t able to hold for long.

“You woke up in my bed because you refused to sleep on the couch.”

“I…”

“I’m not done. Before you ask, you’re only in your boxer shorts because you refused to sleep on the couch and threw up all over yourself. For the record, you’re not very helpful when your drunk.”

“But…”

“Still not done, Cantaloupe,” Tin said through clenched teeth and Can wanted to run far away. “You also made me sign a contract because you refused to go to bed without my signature.”

Can frowned. “What contract?” Tin held a paper out to him and Can pinned the blanket under his armpits to have his hands free.

He stared at the words on the paper but couldn’t comprehend what they said. Tin had crossed his arms and didn’t look amused.

“You also confessed to me… a drunk confession, how many did you in your life? It sounded like you had it memorized.”

“I had,” Can murmured. Boyfriend contract stood on the top of the paper. He looked up.

“You signed it,” Can said in wonder. There was Tin’s signature under a text that said he was now and forever Can’s boyfriend and he had to feed and cuddle Can a lot and was not allowed to go back to England ever.

Tin rolled his eyes. “I had to.”

Can waved the paper up and down. “You signed it!”

“It was under pressure it’s not…”

“No take-backs,” Can yelled and smiled. Screw you P’Type, he thought, his plan had been genius.

Tin frowned at him and his face said that he wasn’t sure if Can wasn’t still drunk. Can stepped forward and put the contract on the table with a flourish.

“This is binding,” he said with a grin. “And Ai Good said I wouldn’t do it. Ha! I mean I didn’t want to do it while drunk but I guess I was just more determined and brave while drunk so you know…”

Tin looked from Can to the paper and back again.

“This was a plan?”, he asked. “You had a plan to make me sign a contract to be your boyfriend?”

“It was supposed to be romantic,” Can insisted. “I mean… maybe without the drunk confession.” He had wanted to add something but the world took a turn again and he suddenly was pressed against the table and Tin kissed him.

Can let go of the blanket to wrap his hand around Tin’s neck. “I didn’t brush my teeth,” he mumbled.

“You’re an idiot,” Tin mumbled back but just kissed him again. Then he took his arms and dragged him with him to the bathroom.

Total victory, Can thought.

#florbexter writes #tincan #tincan ficlet #lbc ficlet #prompt extravaganza #love by chance #fluff #romance #trope - drunk confession

[florbexter]

I used this prompt as an excuse for some fluffy TinCan - ‘cause I felt like it :D 

Prompt Extravaganza for @tatito84 

🎉 - Anniversary 

TinCan Ficlet

The thing was... sometimes Can stopped him to ask stuff, sometimes because out of insecurity and sometimes because his brain couldn’t stay silent and he needed to talk about it now, no matter where Tin’s hands or mouth were at that moment.

That was why Tin wasn’t offended at first when it seemed like Can wasn’t as much into their make-out session as Tin was. After a while though, he felt a little bit insulted.

Tin rolled them around so Can lay under him and asked: “Spill it out.”

It was obvious that Can tried to hide a wide grin. His eyes sparkled, so Tin felt safe to assume that he didn’t do anything wrong the last couple of minutes.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

Tin raised an eyebrow and looked at Can because that’s was the best way to get him to confess. As predicted he started to squirm under Tin’s gaze and couldn’t hide his smile any longer. He patted Tin’s shoulders.

“You know what day today is, right?”

Tin frowned.

“It’s not our anniversary if you want to make me believe I forgot when that was. Neither is it the anniversary of our first kiss, the first time I kissed you or when we…”

“I get it!” Can blushed and Tin had to kiss him. It got a bit out of hand and Can mumbled ‘stop’ breathlessly after a while. Then, the world took a sudden turn and he found himself on his back with Can straddling his legs. Can tapped him on the jaw.

“It’s the anniversary of my punch.” Tin rolled his eyes. “Which one? The first or the second one?” Can wasn’t even a little bit ashamed. “The first one,” he answered proudly.

“You never really apologized for it.” “Oh… I should, shouldn’t I?”

“It’s a bit late for it.” “You deserved it though.” “You have no idea how an apology works, right?”

Tin put his hands on Can’s hips to feel his warm skin and couldn’t hide his smile. It was nice to banter with Can like this. Because Can was never mean.

“You were the first one to aggravate me so much that I actually hit you. I’m normally a really easy-going guy just so you know.”

Tin mouthed ‘easy-going’ back at Can with a mocking glint in his eyes. Can snorted and flicked his finger against Tin’s jaw.

“See… aggravating!”

“Most people say I’m very charming. You should be charmed by me.”

“They lie. They say you’re the ice prince.”

Tin sat up and wrapped his arms around Can, digging his fingers in the soft flesh of his back. Can leaned into the caress like a cat. The sun shone into the room illuminating them with its warm glow. It was mid-morning and all they had done until now was to lie in bed, cuddling and dozing. Tin had relearned the patterns of Can’s birthmarks on his back and Can had discovered that Tin would twitch unconsciously when he touched him below his right ribcage. But not when he touched the left one.

Tin felt like they were stuck in a time bubble. He wasn’t hungry, he wasn’t thirsty he just craved Can’s touch.

They kissed again, Can’s fingers on his jaw as if he touched a bruise no longer there. Tin had been impressed at that time. Angry and vindictive, but impressed. He hadn’t cooled the wound as long as he should have and the little cut on his lip took also longer to heal because he had touched it constantly with his tongue. He should have known then that it had been a foreshadow of Can’s impact on his life. Not easy to get rid of. A constant ache.

He felt Can’s stubble against his own which in a way made all of this more real, less like a dream.

“That’s apology enough?”, Can asked, a quiet murmur against Tin’s lips.

“Not even close,” he said back and nipped on Can’s upper lip.

“Ahh… I’m gonna try again.” He kissed him. “Now?”

Tin shook his head, his smile wider than he ever thought possible.

Can chuckled. “This is going to take all day, huh?”

Tin kissed a way from his lips, over his jaw to his ear, and nuzzled his face in the warm crook of Can’s neck.

“You can bet on it.”

#tincan #tincan ficlet #florbexter writes #prompt extravaganza #lbc ficlet #established relationship #no ep14 #ficlet prompt #fluff/romance

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Hi if you want to I was wondering if you could write something where tin discovers one of cans talents and falls more in love with him ( if that’s possible) like if he’s a good singer or cooking or painting (I don’t know lol)

Hi Anon, thank you so much for your prompt! Here is a little ficlet and I hope you like it. I will actually make a note to write something a bit longer because I need more smitten Tin in my life and I always had the feeling Can was a bit too one-dimensional on the show. 

TinCan Ficlet

“You’re not learning your vocabularies,” Tin commented and looked over his laptop to Can.

“I’m not,” was the cheery reply and Tin sighed.

They sat on the couch in Tin’s living room, their legs intertwined and Tin went through the script of his latest economy class. Can should learn English vocabs but whatever he did, it wasn’t studying.

“If you have a problem you can ask me, you know that?”

Can nodded but didn’t seem to really be part of the conversation.

“Are you doodling?” No response.

Tin closed his laptop and watched Can. He had a notebook in one hand and a pencil in the other and drew something on it. He was concentrated… a little frown between his eyebrows, his eyes darting over the paper and there was confidence in how he held his pen.

“Can…? Can!,” Tin leaned forward, “Cantaloupe.”

“Don’t call me that,” Can mumbled but didn’t look up. Tin shook his head in amusement. He grabbed Can’s ankles and pulled him towards him.

“Hey!”

Can was now laying flat on his back his butt on Tin’s lap and his legs on either side of Tin’s hip. His shirt was rolled up.

“What is wrong with you?”

Tin put his hands on the warm skin of Can’s stomach. “What are you doing?”

Can looked from his notebook to Tin and back. Can’s reluctance made Tin almost say to forget it but Can held the journal out to him. Tin took it and…

It was Gucci. It was a pencil drawing of Gucci and…

“That is good. You’re really good.”

It was like Gucci was going to jump out of the picture any minute. It was not just a dog, it was Gucci. He looked back at Can who fiddled with the pencil.

“You’re really good,” Tin repeated himself.

Can shrugged. “It’s practice. I draw him for years now so…”

Tin felt a hot something in his chest. It was weird. Sometimes he thought he knew Can, and more often than not, he didn’t know him at all.

Can said when he was hungry now he complained when he was displeased with a situation now. He was an in-the-moment guy. He didn’t talk much about his future plans or dreams. Tin had no idea if he had other hobbies besides eating and football.

“Are you only drawing Gucci or…”

Can shrugged again and Tin saw that this conversation made him uncomfortable. Maybe he had been teased for it in the past.

“Sometimes my mum or other people or the neighbour’s cat.”

Tin put the notebook carefully on his couch table and leaned forward to kiss Can softly. His heart expanded for this talented, wonderful man. He wanted to know more about him, so much more.

“Why are you getting soft on me,” Can mumbled but the little tilt of his head belied him. It was his kiss-me-more-move. So Tin did. Soft butterfly kisses on his lips, his cheeks, his jaw, up to his ears. Can sighed and let himself be pampered.

I love you, Tin thought and the words wanted to break out. With every new detail, he loved Can more.

The laptop slid from the couch to the floor but Tin didn’t care. All that mattered was this moment, this man and showing him, with every gentle kiss, how much he meant to him.  

#tincan ficlet #lbc ficlet #love by chance #tincan #florbexter writes #prompt extravaganza #established relationship #fluff

[florbexter]

Are you taking prompt for TinCan? Can you please write an angsty fic where they almost break up because of some misunderstanding? Please???

Ahhh… who doesn’t love a good angsty fic? Everyone loves a good angsty fic, so here ya go, dear Anon. I hope you like this little ficlet, please enjoy!

TinCan Ficlet

Can had never thought that he would be the one lying on the giant bed in the big apartment, listening to the silence. It had been light outside when he had flopped onto the mattress and he was still staring at the ceiling hours later when it was already dark.

He had thought that he would be the one storming out of their shared flat, with banging doors, shouting some last hurtful words before he would found himself on the street with fuming thoughts and the wish to never come back.

Instead, he was the one who looked helpless at Tin’s back, who had closed the door without a sound, no words on his ashen face just the finality in the sound of his leaving footsteps. Maybe that was the reason why Can wasn’t in front of Good’s house, or P’Type’s or P’No’s or maybe Ai Pete’s flat where he would find Ae. He wanted Gucci, he thought. He wanted to bury his face in Gucci’s fur until the click of the closing door wasn’t echoing in his head anymore.

But that couldn’t be it, right? Tin had to come back at some point? He didn’t like sleeping in hotels and since they had the apartment he never again had slept at his families home. Would he go to Ai Pete? No… he would never want to let Ae see him vulnerable.

Can sat up and the thought of not knowing where Tin was sleeping this night was suddenly more upsetting than their fight.

Their break-up his brain provided and he buried his head in his hands.

Tin had to come back to pick up his belongings, right? And Can would have a chance to apologize, to convince him that everything had been just a stupid misunderstanding and that Can hadn’t meant it. Tin knew that he never thought before he spoke. That’s why Tin had this one smirk. The smirk he reserved for every stupid thing Can said, accompanied by a shake of his head and the attempt to hide his amusement.

“I didn’t mean it,” Can murmured in his hands and his heart ached. What if Tin didn’t come back? If, in a few days some guys from a moving company stood outside the door taking everything with them, and Tin would vanish from his life? Tin would make it happen. He would change his number and nobody would know where he lived and he would move his office to a foreign country and even Pete wouldn’t know how to reach him.

He hit his forehead with his fists. “Why are you so stupid? Why can’t you just shut your damn mouth?” Why did he have to poke and poke until everything exploded? It had been clear for days that Tin was stressed and Can just hadn’t been able to deal with his own burdens alone for fuck’s sake like a grown adult. He had needed to vent to Tin and had turned their usual playful banter into something ugly.

Had Tin even taken his keys and phone with him? Can stood up and found his own phone on his bedside table. No battery. He plugged it in, sitting in front of the power outlet until he saw the display glowing up. No messages. No missed phone calls.

“Okay… “, he murmured and nibbled on the nail of his thumb unsure what to do. He didn’t want to leave the bedroom to discover that Tin had left his phone and Can wouldn’t be able to reach him or didn’t find his phone with the knowledge that Tin wouldn’t pick up if he called him. He didn’t want to turn on the lights and see what would change…

He sat back on the bed.

Tin had promised to never let him go, right? Tin never broke his promises… so even if he hated Can now or maybe forever he had to live with the fact that he had to stay at Can’s side. And he knew that this was the most childish thing he could think of.

He had to apologize, and he needed for Tin to come back so he could apologize again and again until Tin forgave him.

The sound of the door made him sit up in attention. The security system made its weird peeping sound when the door closed and the lights were turned on. It shone through the slit of the door and Can heard how Tin moved inside the flat. He didn’t yell for Can or looked into the bedroom to see if he was there.

Can strained his hearing, but Tin’s movements seemed to have stopped in their living room. He had no idea why he was hesitating and suddenly, like a switch had been pressed something inside him screamed Move! Move! and he jumped up and ran out of the bedroom.

There he was.

The clock told him it was 1:26 am and Tin sat on their couch, his head leaned back against the rest, his eyes closed. He didn’t acknowledge Can’s presence. He still wore the button-down and trousers, his feet bare and Can didn’t know why but it made him strangely glad to see that he hadn’t been somewhere and changed. But he looked tired and Can for all his determination to say sorry had no idea where to begin. He wanted to touch him so badly, hug him and just breathe in his scent.

Maybe, because he didn’t do one of those things Tin opened his eyes and looked at him. It must have been a strange sight, seeing Can standing still so unlike himself. He was rooted to the spot and felt like a spell had been cast over him.

Tin’s hair looked dishevelled. Strands of hair fell into his forehead and his eyes looked darker than ever. Had he been driving around, stopped somewhere and run his fingers through his hair again and again while he debated with himself if he should drive home? Was this still his home?

Can felt tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. He didn’t want to lose this! Tin had said he helped him breathe! He still wanted to be that person who made Tin’s life better. He loved him, for fucks sake!

He wasn’t sure if Tin expected him to climb on his lap and hug him with the strength of his desperation.

“I’m so sorry” he croaked in a wobbling voice, whispering the words in Tin’s hair again and again.

“I’m not going to let go,” he swore and hugged Tin tighter. “I’m not going to let go, you can shout at me and curse at me, but you have to do it with me hanging on.” He felt Tin’s sigh against his neck and it made him even more determined.

“I’m sorry, and I love you, and I was dumb and stupid, and I will do better! I promise I will do better.”

“You’re so dumb,” Tin murmured and Can nodded. “And stubborn,” he added and Can just hugged him tighter. Tin pinched him in the side and normally he would have squeaked and moved ten feet away but he endured the weird sensation and didn’t let go. Tin could pinch him all he wanted. He wasn’t going to let go.

“Other people would try to solve an argument with words and not with imitating an octopus.”

“We’re not most people,” Can murmured. Tin seemed to agree because finally, finally, he put his arms around Can and hugged him back. Can felt tears falling down his face out of relief. He buried his face in Tin’s hair. “I love you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered again and again, and he wasn’t going to let go.

//

Note: I decided that in this case it doesn’t really matter what Can said, the intent to say something hurtful was the main point because most of the time we all know what to say to hurt someone else and the decision to say something out loud is, in my opinion, more hurtful because we could have decided to say nothing at all. 

#love by chance #tincan #tincan ficlet #lbc ficlet #established relationship #angst/hurt/comfort #florbexter writes

[florbexter]

TinCan 🐷

GUYS!!! GUYS!!! I waited 1000 years for this, so hold on… wait… it’s going to be… omg I have the feeling I need to check if my parents are still awake but wait I no longer live with my parents… so! Here it comes!

Lemon/Lime | boy x boy | Don’t like it, Don’t read it!

OMG I just got chills! But you know the drill. 

Also Warlock!Tin & Warlock!Can. 

Have fun! 

TinCan Ficlet

Can had been wound up since the moment the council had taken their seats to start the meeting, he barely had been able to suppress his energy fields. Tin had sat among the most powerful warlocks of Southeast Asia and everyone had known why he was sitting there. What he had done to his father and older brother and they had tried to ignore the power he now held and had tried to not let their fear be seen.

And Tin… Tin had sat there with his impassive face and calculating eyes but Can had noticed the little smirk around his mouth, the arrogant glimmer in his eyes and fuck if it hadn’t fired him up.

Ae had sent him a reproachful look. It was likely that he thought Can had been bored, but his fidgeting had been because he had been hard and turned on and yeah maybe he should have waited outside but he had wanted to be there for Tin.

It was at the end of the meeting when all the lies had been told, all the backstabbing comments had been dished out that everyone was free to go. Can knew that people would hold up Tin, either to smooch up to him until they were so high up Tin’s ass only their little toes would be visible, or to deliver thinly veiled threats. Either way Can didn’t care.

He left the council meeting without waiting for Ae and used the power of his arousal to energize his glamour. No mortal human would remember seeing him leaving the Siam Center and no other warlock would be able to follow him.

The security wards around Tin’s apartment would recognize his energy signature but Can liked to use his powers, because he was good at it, and wouldn’t want them to lay dormant. And every time he used them he had to think about those old men and women in the council who thought that it mattered in which family you were born to determine your usefulness or power. You needed connections to hone your magic abilities they thought, but, of course, everyone else knew better.

He cracked the last ward and Tin’s magic washed over him when he slipped through the door. The mark on his skin, under his right ribcage, tingled pleasantly and his pants got tighter by the second.

He didn’t turn on the light, didn’t undress, just sat down on the comfortable couch in the living room.

He could have touched himself, could have stroked his cock until Tin came home to speed things up, but he liked the pressure from his pants on his cock and he liked to think about what he wanted to do with Tin while his arousal mixed with his energy fields and prickled along his skin.

He had no idea how long it took Tin to leave the council meeting and he didn’t care. The moment Tin stepped through the door and closed it behind him he was on him.

His mouth hot and needy on Tin’s, groaning as if he had starved for the last hours. Tin had caught him like he always did and at first, their kissing was more harsh bites than anything else.

“So hot,” Can murmured, and refused Tin’s attempts to gentle their kiss. He rubbed his tongue against Tin’s and fuck his little raspy moans, from deep out of his throat turned Can on like nothing else. “You were so hot up there. I bet they pissed themselves.”

Tin laughed breathlessly, his lips parted, parted for Can to do as he pleased.

Can had his legs around Tin’s waist and his arms wrapped around his neck. He pressed his erection against Tin’s stomach to get the sweet friction he desperately needed. This was going to be fast, he had no doubt about it. He felt like he was coming apart on his edges and was really surprised when Tin laid him down on the couch. He didn’t remember them moving.

“Come back here,” he said because Tin had the audacity to lean back and remove his clothes. Cin refused to move his legs and used his upper body strength to straighten up and bite the warlock mark on Tin’s chest. Tin moaned and Can felt how he lost a bit of the hold on his magic. He loved Tin’s mark, he loved it, because there, for everyone to see but hidden from their prejudice eyes, was the proof that Tin belonged to Can. Can’s mark, interwoven in the other signs, but the only one that mattered.

Can fell back to open his pants and get rid of his t-shirt. He ached. It hurt, and he needed Tin, needed him now and…

“Come on… don’t.” But Tin had started to kiss him behind his ear, tender, and his big hands framed his hips and Can knew that Tin would do as he pleased. He was mean and liked to torture him and…

Can arched his back to get more of Tin’s sweet mouth on his skin. But he was not to be hurried.

“Why are you such an asshole?”

“Patience.”

“Oh, you can suck my… oh fuck.” Tin’s hand was wrapped around Can’s cock now and if that wasn’t the best feeling of the world.

“So wet already,” Tin murmured and bit him lightly on the neck.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Can moaned. This was good, this was going in the right direction. He buried his hands in Tin’s hair to hold him at his own mark. Tin licked along the swirls and sucked at the tender skin. It went right to his cock and Can would writhe around but Tin’s heavier body hold him in place. Fuck he loved everything about it. The mixture of Tin’s tenderness and cruelty, his knowledge of how to stroke him without giving him release. The sweet, sweet suction on his mark. Can knew he would lose the hold on his power any second now.

They kissed again, open-mouthed kisses while Tin got rid of Can’s pants and opened him up. Slowly, so damn slow, and their energy fields began to intertwine and Can couldn’t control his mouth anymore.

“Fuck… oh damn, your fingers, damn it. Move them, fuck! This is so good, you’re so good.” 

He opened his legs wider and there was always this moment where he was sure that Tin wouldn’t open up to him, wouldn’t let himself be this vulnerable, but Tin just whispered ‘Cantaloupe’ against his lips and their energy fields broke free, a crackling swirl of colours and power. Can shook with want and finally, finally Tin was in him, and he was a fucking tease, that’s what he was, but nothing felt as good as rocking back on Tin’s cock, hearing the shutter in his breath.

“You’re so good to me,” he panted because for all his whining and complaining Tin was the best that had ever happened to him and he needed Tin to know that.

“I love you… I love you.”

They shattered. Only the powerful wards prevented that their combined energies were for the world to see. The floated a few centimetres above the couch and Can knew that he had cum in his hair. Tremors shook his body and waves and waves of frizzling light danced over their skin. Their entangled energies had a sound, a low humming sound and Can felt it in his bones.

“Don’t you dare,” he whispered in Tin’s ear when he tried to move and Tin snickered.

He pushed forward, still hard, and Can moaned.

“Thank’s for being here today,” Tin murmured and damnit now he was sweet about it and Can hugged him tighter. He intended to never let go.

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Tincan +🐞, please?

This takes place after the ‘spread your legs for me’ incident. Tin has taken over the position of financial advisor for the football club (don’t @ me for the sake of TinCan this position is now a thing!) and they are now at a trip for team bonding.

Prompt Extravaganze 🐞 - Only one bed

TinCan Ficlet

“This is all your fault.”

Tin hadn’t been able to fall asleep. He had turned to the side and had feigned to be, breathing deep and slow but he had been wide awake. He had pretended to make his bed partner furious and it had worked if he counted Can’s impatient rolling back and forth and he had ignored it for the sake of his own satisfaction but he couldn’t ignore Can’s accusations.

“How is any of this my fault?”, he asked and wanted nothing more than to push Can to the floor.

Can moved and took some of the blanket with him. Tin rolled his eyes and yanked his part back. Can huffed.

“Everyone knows this is your fault! You could buy the whole hotel!”

Tin closed his eyes for a second to calm himself but had to turn around. If he was going to whisper furiously in some cheap hotel bed then he was going to do it face-to-face.

Can lay on his back staring at the ceiling and had his arms crossed over his chest.

“Who was the one saying ‘this is all about bonding, Ai Asshole, don’t be a lame-ass’? Don’t blame it on me when your precious captain is shit at counting and didn’t book as many beds as necessary.” The curtains didn’t block all the light from the streets so Tin saw how Can’s jaw worked with suppressed anger.

“Don’t take that tone about P’No.”“I’m whispering how can I have a tone?”

Finally, Can turned around so they faced each other.  

It was too warm in the room and Tin had only insisted on getting half of the blanket because he had to share it with Can. He yearned to sleep naked. Not a bad idea if he thought about it, Can would get an aneurysm would he undress.

“Why did you even join the trip?”“None of your business.” “Why did you become the financial advisor of the football club?”“None of your business.” Tin turned around so that Can had to talk to his back again. He could feel Can’s eyes burning a hole in his head and it was strangely satisfying to have him so fired up.

“Is it because of Ai Pete? Do you want to be near him?”

Tin rolled his eyes. “Don’t be an idiot.” “I’m not an idiot!”“You are if you ask idiotic questions.”“He’s sharing a room with Ai Ae so don’t even think about getting near him.”

This was too much, Tin thought and spun around again, an insult on his tongue. He didn’t expect Can to have moved closer during their argument and every word stuck in his throat as he came almost nose to nose with Can.

He could feel him breathing, he could feel the warmth of his body and strangely enough his determination to not be the first to move away. As if they were two alpha males fighting for territory. Tin had expected to be more annoyed at having to share the bed when his own was easily three times bigger but it was oddly comforting to have another body so close. Or maybe it was because it was Can. They already had overstepped each other’s boundaries countless times.

He could say something, he thought. He could call him Cantaloupe, could call him an idiot again or any other insult that would break the spell of them just looking at each other. He didn’t and maybe deep down he knew why.

That feeling ordered him to stay still as Can pressed his lips against his, slowly, his eyes not closed and with a faint shudder in his body.

Can’s mouth felt dry and warm. He moved away as slowly as before and they continued to stare at each other. It had been more of a peck than a kiss.

This would not do, Tin thought. His lips prickled and when he inhaled it was as if he breathed for the very first time. He lifted his hand and Can’s eyes flickered to it and Tin used the same pace, slowly reaching out until his fingers made contact with the soft skin of Can’s jawline. He felt some stubbles and wanted to explore further so he let his fingers dance, caressed Can’s cheek, the tip of his ears until his fingers smoothed out the little wrinkles between Can’s eyebrows.

It was the shuttering exhale that spread out the burning sensation in Tin’s belly and he moved up to lean on his elbow and cupped Can’s face with one hand. He moved his mouth over Can’s, again and again, slowly, with hardly any pressure waiting until Can licked his lips moisturizing them and made it easier to melt them together. He felt Can’s finger on his skin, almost shy, petting a little patch of his cheek as if he was testing the waters. He moved back and Can’s curious finger wandered to his mouth, slid over his lower lip and made Tin’s mind short-circuiting.

He moved his own thumb to open Can’s lips. Can gasped. 

“Breathe through your nose,” Tin murmured and whatever Can had wanted to say was lost in their kiss. He licked into Can’s mouth slowly, coaxing him to meet him halfway. Can gasped and his fingers dug hard into Tin’s shoulder. Everything in Tin focused on the sound of their harsh breathing, the movement of their lips and the heat radiating from Can’s body. He stopped the kiss to impatiently push the blanket away from them. Can looked at him with huge eyes, his fingers still grabbing at Tin’s shoulders and maybe this would have been the best moment to stop but Can said “Again” with a rough voice and Tin kissed him deeply, eager for more.

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