#realized ive been slacking on cross posting date over here

[sinlizards]

sending a nameless half-blind man with amnesia to the mall with the company credit card and letting him decide his entire sense of fashion for the next 6 years

[florbexter]

With this part, the introduction of this story ends and we hopefully start into a more TinCan centric part of the story :)

Thank’s again to everyone who commented on the last chapter. I will post a link to AO3 soon, so that you can safe the story there if you want.

Have fun reading!

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

💃🏻 - Fake dating TinCan -  Part V 

Can yawned. It was unfair that he had spent all of his pocket-money already so he wasn’t able to buy himself coffee. Also, he didn’t like coffee but it would have been nice to be able to buy coffee.

As predicted he hadn’t slept much and the urge to flee was strong. Nevertheless, he guessed that two weeks of his life stalking Ae wasn’t as bad as a weird campus scandal with the guy who came back from England and was a freaking IC student. Moreover, Ae was a great boyfriend to Ai Pete, so it wasn’t like he betrayed one of his best friends. Tin would realize Ae and Ai Peter were a match made in heaven and everything would turn out fine.

Still, he almost jumped three metres in the air when he saw Tin’s car heading his way. It was unfair that Tin’s car wasn’t even the newest or most expensive model in the IC parking lot.

“You made your decision?”, Tin asked and Can, who knew that he had bloodshot eyes, wanted to at least mess up Tin’s hair because it was unfair that he looked like someone had styled him for a photo shoot.

He lifted his chin and tried to look down on Tin.

“Two weeks of a fake-relationship to satisfy your weird obsession with Ae and Ai Pete’s relationship. We break up 14 days from now and after that, we go our own separate ways.”

Tin crossed his arms in front of his chest and nodded.

“Okay. Deal.”

Can frowned. He was suspicious of Tin’s easy acceptance.

“I have conditions,” he said quickly and his ears went red because he thought about Tin’s breath on them, the heat of his body behind him and his very distracting smell.

“You’re certainly a bold one.” “No weird public display of affection, okay?”

Tin blinked as if he hadn’t thought about them showing any kind of affection to each other but Can didn’t like Tin’s interest if whether or not he had his first kiss yet, so he needed to set some boundaries.

Tin pursed his lips and Can knew, he just knew that he would say something obnoxious.

What he didn’t predict was how fast Tin was. How fast he was able to invade Can’s personal space and even though Tin wasn’t that much taller than him he had the feeling he had to strain his neck to look up at him.

“What counts as a display of affection?”

“This!”, Can yelled and waved his hands furiously around. “There is no space between us! No space!” He took some steps backwards and this time he crossed his arms before his chest because his body tingled in a weird way and that wasn’t right.

“No grabbing, no kissing, no hand-holding, no hugs, nothing!”

“Are your parents divorced?”

“What? No!”

“Because you have a weird way of thinking how a relationship is supposed to be like.”

“Fake! Fake-relationship!” What was Tin even talking about?

“I guess we can use our lack of intimacy as a reason for our break-up”, Tin said and was he even paying attention to Can?

Can threw his hands in the air. “A lot of couples are not comfortable with public display of affection and are plenty intimate at home.”

Tin raised an eyebrow and Can was quick to add: “Not us! Because this is fake. No intimacy. Not here, not anywhere.”

Tin shrugged as if he didn’t care. “My class is about to start, I’ll see you at lunch.”

“What? Why?”

“Ai Pete and Ae are always eating lunch together, we’re going to join them.”

“I don’t want to abandon my lunch for your stalking.”

“Don’t pout. Lunch’s on me, order whatever you want.”

Can was on the verge to protest but registered what Tin had said and decided to stay silent. Tin was rich, which meant he wouldn’t care what Can ordered. Which meant: meat! Which could also mean: beef!

Can hadn’t thought about the possibility that Tin would be a generous fake-boyfriend. If he played this right he could eat like a king for two weeks. Suddenly this weird twist of events didn’t seem as daunting as before.

“Why are you smiling so weird?”

“Why is your face weird?”, Can snapped back and shouldered is back bag.

“We’ll see each other at lunch… oh, I forgot to ask, where did you get my phone number from?”

“I stole it from Ai Pete’s cellphone. Quid pro quo, you know.”

“Don’t speak French to me, jerk. See you later!”

Can sprinted away.

++

“I’m not sure the amount of food you had was healthy.”

Can laid on the grass and groaned. “It may look that way but you can be sure I’m very happy inside.”

Ae shook his head. “Inside? You mean the inside where your constipation is happening right this moment?”

“It was worth it,” Can said and meant every word. Normally, he took the cheapest dish from the menu but Tin hadn’t batched an eye when Can had ordered two servings of Thai curry with beef so Can had gone a bit wild.

“If you throw up on the field P’Type will hunt you for sport.”

Can sat up slowly. He looked over to the bleachers and like for the last half-hour, two proper dressed young men sat there.

“Why is he even here?”, Ae asked and Can knew the question wasn’t really directed at him. Ae had mumbled to himself since Can and Tin had shown up for his lunch date with Ai Pete. Ai Pete had been happy to sit with them on the same table, a bit too curious about why Can and Tin were there together, but all in all he had seemed comfortable. Ae had been grumpy.

“They haven’t seen each other for a long time… they need to catch up I guess.”

Ae just frowned. Luckily they hadn’t much time for the rest of the training to pay attention to Ai Pete and Tin because P’No was in a mood. After their last lap, because according to P’No they were slacking off, Can was sure he was going to throw up.

“This is how I’m going to die,” he murmured, bending forward while he sat on the grass. He would die on the football field which would be kind of cool but P’No would leave him here to rot and that was kind of uncool.

“Shouldn’t you graduate in drama?”, a voice to his right asked and Can just groaned in response. He didn’t need Tin at his death bed.

“Go away.”

“Stop whining and drink.” A cool bottle was pressed on his leg and Can could have cried in joy. Tin crouched down next to him and held out the ambrosia of life. He may have said the last words out loud because Tin judged him with his eyebrows. He had really expressive eyebrows.

“You want me to unscrew the bottle?”

Can pouted and look at that Tin sighed and opened the bottle for him. That was nice. The water felt soothing and refreshing after the training of hell and Can sighed in bliss.

“Thank you.”

“Your welcome. Letting your fake-boyfriend die of dehydration is frowned upon in the fake-relationship-community.”

“Har har.”

“You have jeering practice after this?”

Can nodded and wanted to ask why Tin wanted to know but P’Champ stood suddenly in front of them.

“Hey, guys! Look at you love birds. Nice to have some fans for our training at last.” P’Champ held his hand out for Tin and didn’t seem to register the look of disdain on Tin’s face. Gosh, why was his fake-boyfriend so antisocial?

“We met at the party on Friday, right? Sorry, I was really drunk that night. My name’s Champ, I’m a senior of this albino monkey here.” He kicked Can lightly and Tin threw him a questioning look. Can just shrugged. He had no idea where those nicknames came from half of the time.

“Is the training always so intense?”, Tin asked and Can frowned at him. P’Champ chuckled and looked over the field to P’No who stamped down the holes in the field. “Not always. The trainer is a bit preoccupied with private stuff… so.”

“What? What happened with P’No?”

P’Champ laughed out loud and waved Can’s question away. “Nothing to worry about. P’Type will handle it.” Everyone was crazy around here Can thought and drank the rest of the water.

“So, you’re finally back in Thailand! Must be great to have time for each other after being apart for so long.”

Can wished he had really died of overeating a few minutes back. Why was P’Champ doing small-talk?

“It’s wonderful and weird at the same time,” Tin answered surprisingly and Can had to stare at him. “I always knew the wait would be worth it. Ai Can would be worth it.” Tin looked at him and shared with him what seemed to be a little private smile. He lifted his hand to fiddle with the hem of Can’s football jersey and something in Can started to ache.

Can had no idea if P’Champ answered. All he heard was a strange noise in his head. He felt goosebumps on his whole body and had no idea it could shock him so much because someone added an Ai before his name. Tin’s whole face had gone soft and the warmth in his voice was something Can wouldn’t be able to forget.

“N’Can?”

He looked up and stared in the questioning face of P’Champ.

“What?”

“I said you should hurry up and shower, you’re the last one. Jeering practise will start soon.”

“Yeah… sure. That’s yeah.”

His heart beat in an unknown rhythm. He wanted to cringe away in embarrassment but at the same time wanted to bath in the warmth of Tin’s affection. How good of an actor was he? Tin smiled at him and helped him up.

This was not good, he thought. This was so not good!

“I see you later,” Can mumbled and hastily retreated. He felt the gazes of Tin and P’Champ on his back and what if Tin would say more about them to P’Champ? Can had never come to the conclusion that Tin would act like he was in love with Can! Wasn’t it enough to act like really good friends?

“You okay?”

Can stood in front of the shower with a towel and his soap and nodded to his team-mate. He had thought to ban tactile contact was enough but Tin had a face and a voice! He almost turned on the shower with his towel still over his shoulder. He put the towel back and turned on the water. Cold. He needed to clear his head.

++

There was determination on Ae’s face and Can knew that he would either have a very uncomfortable conversation with him or Ae would just straight-out punch him. He had no idea why but Ae looked like he was ready to knock him out. Pond was behind Ae and said sorry to all the students Ae pushed out of the way. Maybe Pond was with him to make sure the punch wouldn’t be deadly? Did Pond know first-aid?

Why had he met with Ai Pete on that fateful day? Everything would have been different if Ai Pete wasn’t such a nice guy!

The look on Ae’s face alone made the guy next to Can to hurry up and make space for him.

“Can,” Ae said and sat down next to him. Can made a face in preparation for the hurt. “What’s up?”, he asked. Pond waved at him cheeringly as if they only met for a little chit-chat.

“Do you think Tin’s in love with Ai Pete?”

“Don’t pun…. wait, what?” Can sat up straight and frowned at Ae.

“Ai Pete told me Tin wants to buy an apartment in the same complex as Ai Pete. They’re now partners for a project in marketing… is Tin in love with Ai Pete?”

“They would look good together… Ouch! Don’t punch me.” Can had the urge to punch Pond himself. Tin wasn’t in love with Ai Pete… he was concerned for his best friend and that…

“All Tin ever said to me was that Ai Pete is his best friend,” Can said slowly and tried to remember every conversation he had had with Tin. Was Tin’s true motivation to continue the fake-relationship for two weeks to be nearer to Ai Pete without raising suspicion? No… the fact alone that Ai Pete told everyone Tin is his best friend would allow Tin to be near Ai Pete without anyone questioning it, right?

Can again felt a weird ache inside him. Was Tin in love with Ai Pete?

[cheekyharold]

My Prince, Chapter Thirteen

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I was watching her while she slept. I saw her chest rise and fall. The monitors at her side beeped with each pump of her heart. I kept thinking that, at any moment, those short, successive beeps could turn into one long, drawn out, monotonous tone and her chest could cease to ever rise again. I wondered how I would feel then, at that moment. I don’t know if I would be sad. Maybe more overwhelmed just by all the work that needed to get done. Figure something to do with her body, find some sort of resting place, organize and pack up the house, find someone dumb enough to buy it… Not to mention returning to work. Stupid prince with his stupid money and his stupid heart. Why couldn’t he just leave me to my misery? Heck, if he wanted to throw around some money, he may as well have used it for something more useful, like euthanasia for her. But no, he had to go and be fucking valiant.

I was drawn out of my staring contest with my mother’s rising and falling chest when someone knocked on the door. I thought for a moment of running to her bathroom to hide from whoever it was, but the fact that they knocked meant they knew I was inside. No one knocks for an unconscious patient.

“Come in.” A breath of relief exhaled from my lungs when I saw Callum. “Oh, hey.”

His eyebrow cocked. “Have you heard the commotion? Prince Harry was here.”

I scoffed and nodded. “Yep.”

Callum stepped into the room and shut the door. “Okay, I don’t want to…” He shook his head and moved closer again. “Don’t be freaked, but I Googled you last night.”

Christ.

“Why?”

“Well, I wanted to see your recent work. I wanted to see the things the royal family has posted that were yours and… well… something popped up about some fashion show a couple weeks back.”

Christ, Christ, Christ.

I sat back in my chair and sighed. “I’m never going to live that down,” I said, mostly for myself.

“They were saying he saved you from some sort of attack? Something about him being jealous?”

I met his eyes and saw something sad. Not jealousy, but like he’d just lost something her cherished. Me, I realized.

“Look, tabloids will be tabloids. It must have been a slow news day. It was nothing like that,” I said. He was still staring at me, with those damn sad puppy dog eyes. “The nephew of the designer just got a little handsy and the prince just helped get me out of there. Apparently, the guy had a reputation.”

Callum swallowed. “I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to answer me honestly, Carolina.”

After taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Shoot.”

“Are you dating Prince Harry?”

“No,” I said, proud I could tell the truth.

“Have you dated him?”

“You said one question.”

“Carolina.”

I swallowed. I have never lied to Callum before, ever. I wasn’t about to start now. But I couldn’t say yes to his question, either. “It depends what you mean by date.”

“Oh, my God,” he muttered, going slack.

I could see him going to panic mode so, trying to de-escalate the situation, I stood from my chair and said, “No. No, Callum, it’s not what you­–”

“Everyone thinks he’s gay!”

You’ve got the wrong brother. Sort of.

“It was nothing. We didn’t even date, really–”

“Oh my God,” he said again. “Does he know? About… last night? After you and I… And you didn’t even say anything? Christ, Carolina. You just got the job, which means… he and you are still new. Was I – was I a rebound for you? Was he there to win you back?” Now his sadness and shock had begun to turn into anger. His face became gravelly and deep.

I shook my head, my head spinning trying to keep up with his questions. Thank God my mother was unconscious. The last thing I wanted was her input on this situation.

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that nothing will happen between him and me ever again. He doesn’t know anything about you and me, our past, or what happened between us. But, Callum, you can’t tell anyone about Harry and I, okay? Trust me, it’ll blow up into something it’s not, just like that tabloid.”

Callum clenched his jaw. He was silent for so long I was worried he would just storm out of the room without saying anything.

“Fine,” he grunted.

We each stood there, staring at the other, not knowing where to go from here. I still didn’t know if he would follow through on his word, but Callum was, if nothing, a trustworthy guy. I had to bank on that.

I slowly sat back down in the chair while Callum read over my mother’s charts. We continued being silent, even while he exited the room.

Two days later, I was shocked to walk into my mother’s hospice room and see her awake. Granted, I didn’t know she was awake until I pulled the chair up to her bed and heard her mumble something.

“Oh, Christ.” I almost dropped my tea onto the floor.

Her mouth was moving but the sound escaping was so faint I couldn’t hear it well.

“Mum?” I placed my tea on the table and leaned in. Sure enough, her eyes were barely squinted open. Her mouth continued to move. I don’t even know if she even registered that I was there.

I leaned in, finally able to distinguish her words. “Pain. Hurt. Water. Please.”

“Oh. God. Okay, um.” I fumbled for the remote attached to the bed to call in a member of staff. Within a minute, someone was entering the room.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Hi, uh, so… she’s awake. She’s saying something – I think she’s in pain.”

“Awake?” the nurse stared at me as if I was lying. “No, there’s no way–”

Then my mother let out a louder groan and the nurse’s face went into surprise. She flew into the room and began looking into my mother’s eyes with a flashlight, requesting her to squeeze her hands, and answer simple questions. My mother was quiet, but she must have been doing something right because the nurse injected something into her IV bag before running off to get the doctor.

“Okay, bye,” I mumbled sarcastically to myself. “Didn’t even tell me what’s going on, but okay.” I returned to the bedside where she was still mumbling the same words over and over. I still didn’t know if she was even aware of my presence or any of her surroundings.

Within moments, Callum entered the room with the nurse trailing behind him. I was prepared to say the same thing to him as I told the nurse but he didn’t ask. He didn’t even look in my direction. He still hadn’t spoken to me since our argument, despite me calling him and leaving messages. I even thought for a while that he changed his patients around so he wouldn’t have to see me anymore but today proved that wrong. He didn’t even act like I existed.

“Mrs. Pearson?” Callum called, checking the machines and her chart. I stood back to give him the space he needed. “Mrs. Pearson, can you hear me?”

“Pain,” I heard my mother mumble.

“I understand that and we’re doing all we can to keep you comfortable.” Callum turned back to the nurse. “Did you give her more morphine?”

The nurse nodded.

“What’s going on?” I asked. The tone in his voice wasn’t reassuring me. He sounded too worried.

“How much?” Callum asked the nurse, still ignoring me. I understood he needed time to cool off, but I needed him to talk to me as a doctor right now, not my ex.

“Just the same dosage – 200 mg.”

“How long ago?”

“About a minute ago.”

Callum sighed but didn’t move to do anything else for a while. My heart was racing in my chest. My arms were crossed, holding on to myself tightly.

“What is it? What’s going on?” I asked again.

By some miracle, Callum turned to me, though his face remained hard. Gone was the lifelong friend. Now only stood a professional.

“It seems your mother’s history of abuse is continually catching up with her.” Even his voice was hard. “Her body has developed an immunity to the dosage of morphine we’ve been giving her.”

I looked from him, to the nurse, to him again. Everyone seemed tense. “Okay? Can you up the dosage?”

His jaw tightened. “It’s not that simple. She’s already at the max dosage we’re legally allowed to give her. Any more, and she could overdose.”

“But…” I swallowed, not even knowing where to go next. “You said she’s developed a tolerance. M–Maybe she can take the higher dosage. Maybe she can handle it.”

Callum shook his head once. “I can’t. It’s against the law.”

“But–But, she’s in pain! You’re saying you can’t do anything?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

The man standing in front of me was a stranger. I no longer knew him.

“So what now?”

“We will keep giving her the maximum dosage, but I’m afraid she’ll still feel uncomfortable until she passes.”

I had never wished for my mother to die. Keeping a distance was fine, but never to die. Now, I did. If only to put her out of her misery.

I nodded, feeling completely deflated. I sat back in the chair slowly.

“I have other patients,” he said beside me. “Call the nurse if anything else changes.” Then he was gone.

I stayed until visiting hours were over. My mother still remained far away from the outside world, other than muttering one-word sentences about how in pain she was. Every word cut my core just a little deeper. I wished I could do something for her just to stop her rambling.

The following morning I signed in and a nurse stopped me in the hallway.

“Miss Pearson, a word?” It was the same nurse from last night.

“Sure.”

“There’s been some… progress over the night.”

Progress. Progress is good. But her face told me it wasn’t.

“Okay,” I prompted for her to go on.

“While she is more lucid, her strength is deteriorating fast. She doesn’t have much longer, maybe a day or two at most.” Her words were soft and kind but dug in like a razor.

“Oh,” I said, feeling like someone had just stabbed me in the guts. “Okay, thank you.”

“If you need to stay late from here on out, you’re more than able.”

Great. I unlocked the reward I didn’t even know I wanted.

“Thank you,” I said again before heading into the familiar room. Even the feel of it changed. It felt like death was already here.

“Yes? Is that you?” her creaky voice called out. I don’t know whom she was calling out for.

“Mum?” I walked in uneasily. “It’s Carolina.”

Even with her eyes open, she still looked gaunt and skeletal. All, except her abdomen which was still grossly distended.

“Car,” she said dazedly. “My sweet Car. Is she here yet? I called her.”

“It’s me, mum. I’m here.”

She didn’t look at me, only remained to stare at the ceiling. I don’t even know if she had any muscles left to move her neck. She would look like she was still lying unconscious, aside from her eyes being open. Somehow this frail woman was able to call me to bring me here, just a few days ago, only to let me watch her waste away.

“I was so terrible,” she continued. I don’t even know if she heard me. “Terrible, terrible.”

I couldn’t get my feet to move to the bedside where I normally sat. Instead, I stayed planted by the door. My legs were frozen. I didn’t know what to say. She was rambling. Maybe she hadn’t stopped rambling since she woke up. She very clearly wasn’t mentally in the room. She was lost, somewhere in her mind. Maybe the morphine still gave her that shred of dignity.

“I need to tell her I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”

I was breaking. Crumbling. Floating away in wind. Stab, stab, stab in my gut. Say something, Carolina. Say something. Step closer.

“I’m right here,” I said, voice cracking. “I’m here, I’m here. I’m right here.”

“Please tell her, will you? Tell her I’m sorry.”

I couldn’t see anymore. I had to blink away the blurriness from the tears forming. Whether or not she knew I was in that room with her, her apology seemed genuine. Her voice was too fragile not to be.

“I will. I’ll tell her,” I said. I don’t know whom she thought I was, but I wasn’t going to deny her.

“Good. Good.” She exhaled and closed her eyes. I was terrified she was dead, but I saw her chest continuing to rise and fall. She was just asleep for now.

Feeling weak and lightheaded, I sank to the floor and curled my knees into my chest, resting my forehead on them. I had to sniffle and gasp for breath, feeling like something was just ripped from me – but something that was maliciously put there many, many years ago. Something that didn’t belong there in the first place.

Eventually, I gathered up enough energy to get up and move to her bedside.

She didn’t know how to cope with the disappearance of my father, and she grasped onto the first thing she saw, which was her denial to feel anything. Once one gets the taste of freedom like that, it’s hard to go back. She didn’t know how to be a mother, let alone a single mother. She tried, and for years I held onto the grudge that she hadn’t tried hard enough.

When she wakes up, I told myself, I’ll tell her I forgive her.

Too bad she never woke up.

She died in the early hours of the morning. I had a feeling it would happen, so I stayed in the hospital all night with her. I watched as her breathing became slower and less regular. I thanked whatever God there was that she remained unconscious, even though I never got my chance to say what I wanted. Soon enough, her breaths were few and far between. Her heart monitor was impossibly slow, but it never flatlined until the morning. I held her hand – something I had never done before, to my knowledge – until the end. If I couldn’t say that I forgave her, at least I could let her feel it. Even as I heard the flat line, I held her hand tightly. A nurse came to shut off the machine shortly after and stood there in silence with me for a while.

I don’t know what I felt when she finally died. I didn’t feel happy or broken, but I felt… numb. I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel. Is this what she felt when my father left? Suddenly, I understood her more than I ever had in my life. I gave the doctor on call – not Callum –instructions as to which funeral home to send her too. Luckily, I had planned what to do a couple days prior. I saw her wheeled away from the room while I sat there, not even knowing what to do with myself. The room felt eerily large and empty once she was taken away and the doctor and nurses left.

The sun had yet to rise so the walk back home was lonely and cold. It was odd because, in that silence, I wasn’t thinking about all the regrets I had about my relationship with my mother. No, instead, Harry was surrounding my brain, and all of the regrets with him. I hate that it sounds so cliché, but death really does take your life and put it in perspective for you. Ever since our first introduction, even though he was a right arse, I’ve felt like there was an invisible tug towards him. Something in me needed him. I only felt completely right when I was with him. Even with Callum growing up, I always thought there was something else out there in the big, wide world. But Callum would always be a guy who would stay in Stratford-upon-Avon. That town had suffocated me for too long, and I only felt a small breath of air when I moved out. Harry was a lungful.

When I got back to the house, I knew I had to do a million things but instead, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts, until I found Harry’s name. He had given it to me after our long night in Wilton’s before he took me back to his place.

I stared at the number for what seemed like eons before eventually pressing the call button. Unsurprisingly, it went to voicemail. It was an automated machine, not his voice, that greeted me but when the beep came to leave my message, I took a deep breath.

“Hey Harry,” I began. “It’s Carolina. You probably already know that. Um, I was just calling you to…” To what? Why was I calling him? I needed him, and I didn’t know why or how to put it into words. “She died this morning.” Something caught in my throat, making the words almost impossible to say. “And, um, well…” I felt my esophagus closing up and my eyes stung with tears for the first time since she died. “I don’t–I don’t really know what to do. I don’t know why I’m calling you, but… I just felt like I needed someone. No, not someone. You. I know you’re probably asleep. I don’t even know if you’re in the country right now. I just wanted someone to talk to, and you’re the only person who came to mind. Um,” I sniffled, clearing my throat and trying to sound less like a mess, “okay – don’t feel pressured to call me back or anything. I’m okay. Um, tell Alfred and Jude I say hello and that I should be back into work soon. Okay, bye.”

I hung up and wished I could recall the voicemail right away. I sounded pathetic but there was nothing I could do now. I turned on the lights in the house, trudged up the stairs, and fell down onto my bed. Fully clothed and with tears streaming down my cheeks, I curled into a ball for the rest of the morning.