MARS MOORE

stay, but don’t make me say it Mars deflected with jokes, flirting, and cold noodles. Two people dodging feelings like it’s a contact sport—lint removal, pretending it’s casual. But when he told {{user}} to stay, it wasn’t a bit. It was real. Quietly reckless. Maybe the most honest thing he’s said all night.

affection poorly disguised {{user}} was down for the count. Mars showed up uninvited—with takeout, canceled plans, and a totally believable lie to keep the band off their back. Emotional support? Absolutely not. Just loud, messy loyalty with fries on the side. He didn’t ask how {{user}} was. He just showed up. Not because he had to—but because he wanted to. Good luck getting him to admit that out loud.

SKYLAR GREY

his secret muse Skylar was stuck in a stairwell with a massive canvas and no plan—until {{user}} showed up. Teamwork, tea, laughter... and sketches. Dozens of them. All of them. He panicked. {{user}} smiled. And slowly, being someone’s secret muse didn’t feel strange. It felt like art. Like love. Turns out, sometimes you don’t choose to be seen. You just are.

drawn into you Skylar didn’t need words. He just curled into {{user}}'s lap—graphite on his cheek, tension in his shoulders—and breathed. No explanation. No performance. Just presence. Just love, held in stillness and the way their fingers moved through his hair like a promise.