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my sexuality is having a crisis
"Yet," Crash added helpfully from his position cross-legged on the floor, bouncing slightly as he spoke and earning himself a look from Nova that could have frozen hell itself. His purple and neon green hair caught the ring lights as he grinned unrepentantly at the camera. "What? We're being honest, right?That's the whole point of this emotional strip-tease we're doing for the internet."
"Honest is one thing," Nova murmured, his cultured British accent carrying a warning edge, but his arm tightened around my waist in a gesture so possessive and protective that it sent a fresh wave of comments cascading down the screen. "Oversharing is quite another."
THE WAY HE'S HOLDING HER
nova daddy energy confirmed and I'm here for it
Did crash just say YET??? I need to lie down
emotional strip-tease I'M CRYING
I could feel the heat of Nova's palm through my oversized band tee, fingers splayed wide across my ribs like he was anchoring me to him, to this moment, to the choice we were making to bare ourselves to strangers. My bubblegum pink hair caught the light as I leaned forward slightly, addressing the camera with the same energy I brought to my regular streams but dialed up to match the gravity of what we were revealing.
"The thing is," I continued, trying to find words for something that defied easy explanation, something that lived in the space between instinct and intention, "what happened between us wasn't planned. It wasn't scripted. It definitely isn’t fake and wasn't a marketing stunt, despite what certain people are suggesting." I popped my gum for emphasis, the sharp crack cutting through the tension. "Trust me, if we were going to script a publicity stunt, it wouldn't have involved me having a complete biological meltdown in front of five Alphas I barely knew."
"Rex Hamilton can eat shit," Blitz said cheerfully from where he was doing casual bicep curls with a twenty-poundweight, because apparently even during life-changing emotional revelations, he couldn't sit still. His green eyes sparkled with mischief as Ghost actually had to manually override his own filters to let that particular sentiment through to the chat.
DRAG HIM KING
rex hamilton found dead in a ditch
Finally someone said it
blitz really said eat shit on main
THE CASUAL WORKOUT WHILE DRAGGING PEOPLE
"The truth is messier than any narrative people want to create," I said, watching the viewer count climb past 75,000 with a mixture of exhilaration and terror. Each new viewer was another person witnessing us at our most vulnerable, another opinion forming in real-time about choices that were ours to make. "Social media wants everything in neat little boxes. Fake or real. Planned or spontaneous. Choice or biology. But life doesn't work that way."
"Real life is complicated," Milo agreed, his warm honey and cinnamon scent mixing with the nervous energy filling the room. He was fidgeting with one of his sourdough starters, the one he'd named Sofia after his ex from culinary school, his hazel eyes soft with something that made my chest tight. "Real emotions are complicated. But then you walked into that convention room smelling like everything we never knew we were missing," he finished softly, and the chat went absolutely insane.
I'M CRYING
milo the romantic was not on my bingo card
WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN
sir this is a wendy's but also I'm sobbing
everything we never knew we were missing I CANNOT
My phone buzzed against my thigh where it was tucked into my shorts pocket, Michelle's texts flooding in.
Viewer count at 300K. Every platform picking this up. Trending worldwide. Stories going viral. Clips everywhere. Stay authentic, but remember legal exists for a reason. Also maybe don't let Blitz say 'eat shit' again?
"People keep asking if this is real," Nova said, his business voice cutting through the chaos with surgical precision, each word carefully chosen and delivered with the kind of authority that came from years of high-stakes negotiations. "As if there's a binary between biological compatibility and conscious choice. As if scent-matching means we're slaves to our hormones, or choosing each other means the biology doesn't matter."
His fingers tapped once against my hip, a subtle gesture that I'd learned meant he was shifting into lawyer mode, ready to dismantle arguments with logic and precision.
"Both things are true," Ghost said quietly from behind his setup, and the fact that he was speaking on stream, actually using his voice instead of typing in chat or communicating through looks, made the comment section lose their collective minds.
GHOST SPEAKS
he talked! He actually talked!
His voice???? Sir?????
