OMFG ANON, THAT’S ONE OF THE BEST HEADCANONS I’VE HEARD TODAY? THANK YOU
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FOR THIS.
I stan the day when Can will come to terms with his feelings. Also, considering how energetic he is and how much he relies on skinship to convey his emotions, I feel like he will soon swoop in to gift Tin with lotsa cuddles and kisses (no matter where they are).
I don’t think the drama will touch much on TinCan falling in love and being adorable with each other so I can only rely on the fandom’s fictions and headcanons. You guys better don’t stop anytime soon, okay? I need time to move on and I desperately need the support.
Can walks by the IC Building, grumbling because for all his demands about replying within an hour, sometimes Tin is incredibly shitty about replying to Can’s texts. So Can has taken it upon himself to find the asshole and drag him to that lunch he promised.
It’s a surprisingly comfortable day out and Can is not surprised to find Tin enjoying the fresh air, typing away at something.
He is surprised to find Tin’s collar a little undone and his tie a little loose. The sunlight peeking through the branches of the tree Tin sits under makes his highlights brighter and his eyes softer. Whatever Tin is staring at makes him smile softly suddenly and Can feels a surge of emotion overwhelm him.
It’s actually been days since Can saw Tin, since Tin asked him to have lunch and something seems to click into place. A feeling of the right thought at the right moment.
Can rushes forward and throws himself into Tin’s side. Tin seems defensive for a moment before he recognizes the mop of hair and puts his arm around Can.
“Oi, what’s this? You can’t be that excited to see me.”
Can doesn’t reply verbally first. Instead he presses a delicate kiss to Tin’s cheek. “But… I missed you, Ai Tin.”
Tin blinks in surprise. Can realizes how charming it is when Tin is thrown off his guard and swears to do it more often. He kisses Tin once more, aiming for the mole on his neck which makes Tin shiver.
“Did you get drunk? I have to work so hard to even get one proper kiss from you and now you’ve given me two.” Tin presses a hand to Can’s forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”
Can smacks Tin’s hand away. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
“NO!” Tin startles himself with his outburst before collecting himself. “I like it, I just-”
“I just realized that I honestly missed you, Ai Tin. I think… I think I really like you.”
A blush spreads across Tin’s cheeks and Can feels that delightfully charming feeling again spreading from his heart. He kisses the blush blooming on Tin’s cheeks and watches it darken.
“Stop that,” Tin mutters, feeling his face burn.
“You can dish it but you can’t take it hmm?”
“I’ll show you taking it.” Tin pulls Can in and kisses him on the lips. Despite the warmth coming from Tin’s face, Can can feel his own face heat up as well. “Now who’s blushing?”
“Both of us you dummy.”
Tin scrunches up his nose in distaste and Can laughs. Maybe this really will work out between them after all.
“Letitia Wright (“Black Panther”) is attached to star in and executive produce the film, which is currently in development. The French original revolves around the relationship between a young French-Arab woman from an underprivileged neighborhood (played by Camelia Jordana) and a brilliant but prejudiced professor (played by Daniel Auteuil), who is forced to coach her for an annual speech contest.
Wright will play the female lead in the remake, which will also explore the complex relationship between a student and a professor who come from different ethnic and social backgrounds. However, the plot of the movie won’t center on the speech competition.
“With Get Lifted Film Company’s great creative input, the remake will have more of a political bend than the French film to reflect the current tense climate and race relations in U.S.,” said French producer Dimitri Rassam.”
“Did you just hiss at me?” Techno asks, incredulous. He’s hovering by his locker, towel wrapped around his waist, stopped in his tracks by the noise Type made.
“Are you judging me?” Type asks, gesturing at Techno’s whole body as if he were really asking ’Are you blaming me for appreciating the view?’
Techno turns away, securing his hold on the towel just in case it loosens. Type stays where he is, waiting for Techno to glance back at him.
“Are you going to be like this all the time?” Techno asks, facing his locker. Though Type can’t see his face, he knows Techno is blushing furiously: it’s spreading on his neck and ears.
“Am I not allowed to show my admiration for my boyfriend?” Type counters, and saying it out loud (boyfriend!) still thrills him as much as the first time they voiced this link between them.
When Techno doesn’t answer, Type goes to him, enclosing him in a tight embrace from behind. He kisses Techno’s neck, right on the spot that always makes him go all pliant underneath his touch. It doesn’t fail this time either.
“I’ll stop if you’re too embarassed,” Type says in Techno’s ear.
“It’s – it’s alright,” Techno says shyly.
“Good,” Type says, resuming his kissing of his boyfriend’s neck, and ear, and jaw, until Techno turns around and claims his mouth.
The Last Good Bar 
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