#abbacate

Written by @ohmypreciousgirl, beta’d by @playingfetchwithdinosaurs.

Summary: Tin kissed Can to shut him up. It was supposed to be a one time thing. 

But things quickly escalated after that.Because of course they would.

Excerpt: 

“Clumsy,” Tin says without turning to look at Can when he stumbles. He waits for his reaction. Tin is already preparing himself to another one of his overtop rantings. However, when too many seconds pass and he’s met with silence, Tin is forced to look up at Can.

“We need to talk,” he says, grabbing Tin’s hand and pulling him up. A surprised gasp falls from his mouth. Can is stronger than he expected. His strength reminds him that, despite his small stature, he’s still an athlete - and a very good one if he holds a place in the university’s team.

Can doesn’t stop, just keeps dragging him and Tin, be it for the shock or astonishment, doesn’t even think of protesting. He just follows.

Can only lets him go when they are inside the locker room, pulling Tin in front of him.

“You just can’t stay away, huh?”

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Written by @ohmypreciousgirl, beta’d by @playingfetchwithdinosaurs.

Summary: Tin kissed Can to shut him up. It was supposed to be a one-time thing.

But things quickly escalated after that.Because of course they would.

Excerpt:

Tin is walking towards the Library the next time he spots Can. There’s a rush of warmth at the sight of Can, but the feeling plummets when Tin’s brain register what Can is actually doing.

His arms are wrapped around the football team’s captain, his head  resting on the guy’s shoulder while Can talks really fast, wiggling around as he does soThe guy seems amused at whatever is coming out of Can’s mouth, his hands holding Can’s arms.

Tin clenches his jaw, his hold on the backpacks straps tightening. With determined steps, Tin marches to where the two of them are standing, slamming into them with enough strength to knock them apart. There’s a yelp and a grunt behind him, but he doesn’t turn around. He just keeps walking, he only stops because Can easily catches him by the arm.

“Oy,” Can shouts at him, pulling Tin closer. “What the fuck you think you’re doing?”

Read on AO3

If you enjoyed, don’t forget to reblog here and give me kudos over AO3.

Last, but not least, I’m a poor college student, so if anyone want to buy me a coffee to say a different kind of thanks to the stories you love to read, here is my link.

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que horror :( seria muita ilusão acreditar que da pra virar essa eleição? na pesquisa do datafolha hj o haddad ganhou 6% dos votos eu quero muito acreditar af