Brushing his thumb over Can’s lips when he wants a kiss. (for @somewhatavidreader)
@andwebegin thank you! 💕💕 This is perfect! I get goosebumps each time I see Tin do this. Perhaps because it shows his longing more than the actual kisses do. Or because it shows how touch-starved he is, idk.
Summary: The thing Tin hates the most about his older brother is the fact that, when he makes an effort, Tul knows exactly where to hit to make it hurt.
Excerpt:
“Where is that Thai Program boy of yours?” Tul had asked when he noticed Tin was alone at home – a rarity since Tin had started dating Can. “Did he finally get tired of your incessant hovering? I hope you know that your desperation for love and attention can be really…unattractive,” Tul says with a venomous smirk. “Careful, little brother, he may get tired of you quicker than you expect. I mean, he’s never looked particularly amorous towards you both of the times I had seen him, so…”
Tin winces at the memory of Tul’s words and his malicious smile. Usually, he could walk away unscathed from his brother’s vicious spiel, but this time had been different;Tul’s words had spoken what has been on Tin’s mind for some time now.
The fact that he’s sitting in the canteen with Ai Pete and his stupid boyfriend being all lovey dovey didn’t help either. Pete smiling at Ai Ae, nuzzling his cheek in thanks when he arrived with Pete’s lunch, just emphasized the difference between his relationship with Can and Pete’s. Ai Ae definitely loved Ai Pete, it was clear through his actions. Can, if Tin thinks carefully about his behavior around Tin, seems to just tolerate Tin most of time.
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I’m not going to lie, I’ve lost half of them after a night’s sleep. 🙈🙈 But I shall list down whatever I can remember.
Also to @krazy-noona who requested the same. Special thanks to @guxuehangzhou for the beautiful GIF set because without it, these headcanons wouldn’t exist (I need to recommit your new name to memory. 😂🙈).
So I didn’t discuss this much in the fic, but my intention is that while Type and Champ have a relationship with each other, they both agree that they just like spoiling Techno more.
In this ‘verse, Type and Champ do like each other and they go on dates alone if Techno is not around. They might even fool around with each other since Techno isn’t entirely ready for that with them yet as of the fic.
But if Techno is around, they’d rather go on dates with all three of them together than splitting Techno’s time. It’s how comfortable they are with each other that they don’t mind spending time with Techno together instead of needing time alone with him. It’s also the reason why they have silly competitions (flipping coins and rock, paper, scissors) to decide who gets to do what with Techno while they’re on dates.
They don’t really care about the outcome, but it’s a “special” thing that they get to have during that date that doesn’t mean anything. So there’s no real “stakes” and Techno doesn’t care who’s holding his hand or who gets to buy him something because it all evens out.
Title: Trending War Chapter: oneshot Pairing: TinCan
Summary:
5 times Can tried to trend #TinCan and one time he didn’t have to
Prelude
Can stared at Tin’s head and wondered how he ever had found that stupid stupidhead attractive. He was ugly… maybe not in the common sense ugly, because he had this stupid face, which was stupidly handsome but he was ugly. Because…
“Why are you staring at me?” Tin asked but didn’t look up from his laptop.
Can thought about throwing his phone at Tin’s face, but he really liked that phone.
But he also kinda hated that phone because it had shown him the TinPete hashtag and how it was trending, because Tin and his stupid face had learned on a bench outside of the IC building instead of inside like any normal person.
Can frowned at the picture his sister had attached to one of her tweets. Pete was looking over Tin’s shoulder to see the display of Tin’s laptop. It was an innocent picture. They didn’t even really touch. They were just close.
Can hated it.
‘They would make such cute boyfriends’ one of Lay’s friends had commented under her tweet and he wanted to shout at her that HE was the cute boyfriend… which he was not come to think of it.
They dated. And kissed. And Tin’s hand had been on places of Can’s body only his own hand ever had been. Which Can liked a lot. Tin had nice hands, they were big and warm and…
Stop thinking about his hands!, he scolded himself. He was mad! He was mad because some dumb girls thought Tin was the perfect match for Pete! Pete!
He should sent screenshots to Ae.
“You are still staring.”
“Am I not allowed to look at…” at my boyfriend he wanted to say… but they were not. Not officially.
How would one make the change from dating each other to being official boyfriends? Should he just ask? Or did they just transition naturally to a point where they start to call each other boyfriends? He could google it right?
“What happened?”
Can startled because Tin flopped down next to him on the couch without announcing himself. He hid his phone instinctively.
Tin looked at him and Can knew that he was going to snap that phone from his hands, so he twisted sideways to prevent Tin from doing so.
“Can,” Tin said while looming over him, “what is on your damn phone?”
“Nothing!”
“You stare at it, then you stare at me and those are not nice stares.”
“How would you know? Maybe I am being seductive?”
“I know your seductive face, it is very similar to your feed me face.”
“Hey!”
He had to twist away again because Tin was so damn tall and why had he never realized that his arms were also freakishly long? Can turned around to lay on his belly hiding his phone between his body and the couch.
He felt Tin’s sigh against his neck and tried to suppress a shiver.
“Can,” he said in an exasperated tone but Can shook his head.
“Not showing you.”
“Can,” he said again, but softer this time, just a whisper against his skin. Can turned around and stared at Tin who frowned in light of Can’s serious face.
“What happened?”, he asked, ready to conquer all of Can’s enemies. It was funny that he was always ready to fight those non-existing threats but wouldn’t let Can punch his brother.
“Be my boyfriend,” he said, because he wanted to. He wanted to be Tin’s boyfriend. He wanted to change his facebook status, and he wanted to comment on those stupid tweets that Tin already had an adorable boyfriend, thank you very much (and no offense Pete).
And he wanted to see that look on Tin’s face everytime he said boyfriend.
Can took hold of Tin’s face to caress the skin around his mouth and eyes and marvel in the soft and astonished look in his eyes.
“Be my boyfriend,” he repeated himself and smiled at Tin’s huff because he used his hold on Tin’s face to make him nod.
“This is a binding nod,” he said.
“My boyfriend is very cute, but also an idiot,” Tin said and Can had to grin.
The Last Good Bar 
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