Tag: tin x can

Stop, stop, stop

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For @andwebegin based on this prompt.

Pairing: TinCan

As Can takes the time to get to know Tin, Can realizes that Tin has several bad habits. It’s not that Can is a saint or perfect, but his bad habits are different than Tin’s so he gets to judge. 

And really, Can is just happy to have some manner of ammunition. 

The first bad habit is that Tin talks to himself in the mirror. Not a small hype talk or encouragement. Can has watched from afar as Tin actually bounces ideas while talking to the mirror, as if the surface reflects more than just light. 

The second bad habit is that Tin knows how to cook but refuses to do so. His entire fridge and freezer is full of frozen food and take-out. It’s a wonder Tin hasn’t died of scurvy yet, but at least Tin takes multivitamins and most of the food he orders has vegetables in it.

The third bad habit, and Can has no idea how Tin has survived this long from it, is that when he’s lost in his work, Tin loses sight of everything else. This can mean anything from losing track of time (Tin forgot about a date until it was twelve hours later and wondered by Can didn’t want to have dinner at 7 AM), to not sleeping (Can will never forget watching a sleep deprived Tin try to drink his notebook), to not watching where he’s going.

The first two effects of Tin’s tunnel vision are hilarious once or twice (Okay the sleep deprivation one is dangerous but incredibly funny because Tin’s confused expression whenever he attempts to eat/drink something that isn’t food will never fail to amuse Can). But Tin’s inability to watch where he’s going is going to actually kill him. 

Can has managed to prevent this some how. Today is a prime example.

Today, Can walks on ahead, rambling as Tin checks his emails on his phone. An activity that Tin thankfully does not do often. As they reach the street corner, Can stops as the light changes. A few moments later, Tin walks up and continues walking. Can thrusts his arm out in time to prevent Tin from walking right into a car and becoming a rich smear on the pavement. 

Tin, to his credit, stops the minute he makes contact with Can’s arm, but continues his email. The minute Can drops his arm, Tin continues walking as if nothing happened.

This repeats several times.

Can is concerned and decides to confront Tin. There’s no point in dating him if he’s got a death wish. 

“Do you normally not look where you’re going?” Can asks over dinner. “I’ve never seen you so distracted, are your emails that important?”

“I don’t do it when I’m alone,” Tin says putting some more meat into the boiling broth. “Here, this is cooked. Eat this.”

Can happily holds out his bowl, but he catches onto the previous sentence. “So you only do this when you’re with people?”

“I only do it around you.”

“What?! Why?!”

Tin looks up from his rice and blinks. “I trust you to stop me.”

A warm feeling grows from Can’s chest and he’s pretty sure it’s something like love and trust, but it’s also tinged with annoyance. “That’s very sweet, Tin.” And Tin smiles and Can almost wants to not say the next part. “But please for my sanity, stop that.”

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andwebegin:

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

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It’s been a year, Can realizes.

One long year filled with ups and downs with Tin.

The stories the other students tell are fantastical in nature. Tin is the Ice King of the IC Department, so cold and aloof, high above everyone and yet here his heart has melted for a Thai Program Sports Science major like Can! It is a romance that could only happen in a drama, they say. 

The reasons why range from a love spell cast by Can, to blackmail, to tales of a stolen kiss. They whisper about how it was jealousy of other friends turned lovers. They cast snide glances and call Can a gold digger. They watch the two walk by, not holding hands, but close, so close even air molecules have to squeeze between them, and wonder if they’re even together. 

But Can pays them no mind, or else Tin would be upset. A year later and Tin is still unsure of his welcome. Still worried that for all the hurts he’s caused, for all the hurts he carries, he’s not worthy of Can. But he tries so hard. Tin is the first to apologize after every fight, the first to cry in the quiet spaces they share, the first to say, “I love you.” 

Tin says it every morning when he passes Can his breakfast. Says it in the afternoon, brushing a kiss against Can’s temple as they sit together for lunch. Says it in between kisses to ice cream sweetened lips after dinner. Says it in the air between them on the weekends where they lie together on Tin’s bed.

Tin’s heart is hurt, bruised and damaged by his family. Can knows it is on the mend, it has been on the mend since the day their fates were wound together. The red thread that binds them stitches each wound shut slowly.

But that does not stop Tin from offering this wounded heart on a platter every day. Tin tears himself open, bit by bit, breaking down his walls and lets Can in. And Can gladly accepts, holds Tin close, cups his heart in his hands like it’s a fragile and precious thing, and promises to keep it safe. 

And Can would fight ten thousand mocking stares and ten thousand sneers to keep Tin’s heart safe. He would fight gladly. And Can knows he would win.

Resolution confirmed, Can runs off to find Tin. They have an anniversary to celebrate after all. The rumors about them be damned.

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LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: Wish you would.

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Tin steps close to Can after being dragged into the locker room. The memory of how Ae had done the same to Pete rings in Tin’s mind. Pete did not admit to Tin what had happened afterwards, but Pete’s adamant refusal of Tin spoke volumes.

Would today be a repeat with him and Can?

Tin wonders what it would be like if Can stopped running his mouth right now. He wonders if Can’s lips are still soft and strawberry flavored, wonders what they’d feel like wrapped around his dick. Wonders what the other parts of Can taste like, if they’re similarly addictive. Tin has thought about it plenty, letting his hands wander over Can’s body, finding all the places that would drive him mad. 

What really gets Tin off though, is the thought of Can holding him down, having his way. Tin knows he’s a little taller, a little broader, but Can has been an athlete for a long time if the muscles in his legs are any indication. Tin has felt the strength in Can’s grip, and it sends shivers down his spine when he’s alone at night. 

How would Can start? Would he be slow and teasing, doing his best to drive Tin mad? Or would he be fast and impulsive, raw and animalistic, bruises and bites all over, leaving Tin with an ache so deep it feels good? Tin lets his mind drift through his favorite fantasies while Can keeps ranting, working out his words and logic.

Can’s volume is increasing and Tin realizes that Can has been ranting at his resting bitch face for the last ten minutes. 

“Fuck you!” Can says finally.

“I wish you would,” Tin says without realizing it.

“God, yes,” Can replies before pulling Tin in by his tie and kissing him.

Can’s lips are actually cherry flavored today, but no less addictive. And judging by the grip Can has on his tie, Tin thinks he’s going to find out which hypothesis is correct.