After sticking a chip into his mouth, Pat curls up close to Pran on the couch and asks, “Now that we’re behind the curtain, can we kiss as Pat and Pran?” (An extended Lays ad)

Pat takes care of his sleeping princess.

“Come on, you’ll be good for daddy, won’t you, nong Pat?”

Pran says hi to him when they pass each other in the office even though Pat’s barely talked to him once. Pran gets him an extra coffee one morning exactly to his order, even though Pat already has his own cup and has never told Pran how he likes it. Pran’s eyes drop down Pat’s body every so often like he’s checking him out. Pat is three centimeters taller than Pran but the way Pran looks at him makes him feel like it’s twenty.

Wei Ying gestures to his outfit. His hands are buried deep within the hoodie; he’s mostly gesturing with the sleeves. “Well, it works with the whole get up, you see?”

“The…” Lan Zhan looks down at where his fingers are toying with the top of Wei Ying’s thigh highs. Wei Ying pretends he is not shivering. “…skirt. And these stockings.”

“Thigh highs, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying says, batting at him with the end of a sleeve.

Solo popstar Liam Payne kisses Harry Styles, innocent university barista on the mouth, and suddenly the media is all over them! Now everyone is invested in Liam Payne’s solo career and more importantly, his love life—who is this person he kissed? are they dating? how long have they been dating? how long will they date?

Or: Liam and Harry fake date, and at least four circles of hell break loose.

Peter traces a finger down Wade’s bare shoulder, the warmth of his skin, wonders what he’s allowed to do–and yet, this is Wade, he shouldn’t be allowed to do anything except for an easy fuck, because that’s all Wade was supposed to be good for.

Terushima’s staring at Shirabu like he’s some sort of meal, pressing him against the wall. Maybe he’s trying to be intimidating.

To calm him or himself Hajime doesn’t know, but Ennoshita is warm against him, and Hajime breaks the kiss quietly to watch his knuckles slowly draw the line down Ennoshita’s front, losing momentum at his ribcage.

“You wanna have sex in the club room?”

Shoyo’s ears are burning. “Don’t say it so bluntly like that!”