"Holy shit, that was like some sci-fi teleportation scene," she breathed, then grabbed my wrist. "Come on, we don't have time!" She jerked her head at Atlas to follow us inside.
Once inside, Harlow ushered us to the kitchen table, where her streaming setup dominated one end. Despite wearing one of her signature barely-there outfits and full makeup that screamed "camera ready," her equipment sat dark and silent.
“You are even on the different categories of channels now,” Harlow clicked through the live streams.
There were various categories from Gaming, Cooking & Baking like Harlow did, Books, After Dark, the list went on, but I was being brought up in other channels, why?
Harlow's eyes widened as she clicked through tabs. "They've got you trending in the drama section—you know, where all the streamers go to gossip about each other." She raised her voice to a mocking falsetto: "And our little Kassie is today's hot topic!"
I leaned my head back, hitting Atlas’ chest. “But I don’t wanna be the drama, I just wanna game.”
Harlow smacked her lips. “You want to be the drama sometimes, it gives you subs, and you said yourself you wanted more with TeaBagTitan. He’s throwing a fit you didn’t message him back right away; he’s a little butthurt.”
I bobbed my head back and forth. “I can’t help, he’s on his period, and he needs help changing his pads.”
Harlow snorted and let out a belly laugh. “Good one!”
Atlas whined. “I need to know what this period is. Males get it, too?”
Harlow gasped and placed her hand on her cleavage. “You mean, he doesn’t know what a period is? Bless his little heart. We need to teach him, especially before you start rolling out the girly insults about tampons up Titan’s butt.”
I rubbed my temples. “Later, Harlow. Now you said something about how he wants to meet for dinner.”
Harlow made a face I couldn’t describe. It was a mix between disgust and constipation. “I’m not exactly sure, I didn’t talk to him. It was a replay on the general live stream on the main page. Here.”
Harlow clicked on the trending videos tab. TeaBagTitan's smug face filled the sidebar thumbnail—all chiseled jawline and practiced smolder. He wore those ridiculous leather straps that crisscrossed his bare chest, his hair styled in that swoopy way that made his fangirls scream in the comments. When he smirked at the camera, his too-white teeth caught the ring light reflection, and those blue eyes, the ones he definitely enhanced with filters, sparkled with manufactured charm.
“Hello, my lovely fans, I wish I could be directing this to you today, but I have a special shout-out to a gamer who thinks she can ignore me.” An annoying downfall noise came from the background of the video. “I know, I was shocked, too.” He put his hand on his chest, feigning hurt. “I just wanted to reschedule our gaming match that I had to postpone. My grandmother was sick, and you know how I put my family first.”
I gasped. “That mother fucking—”
Harlow put her hand over my mouth and whispered. “Wait, it gets worse.”
“And then you don’t reply to my DM’s? The messages? You just drop off the face of the Earth? We had dinner plans, I’m trying to reschedule, babe.” He dramatically fell back into the chair, a hand on his chest. “Are you scared, is that it? I told you I would go easy on you.” He leaned forward and licked hislips. “Maybe pick a game that wouldn’t make you have to wear 3 sports bras.”
I growled at the computer and tried to jump off of Atlas’ lap. I was almost successful, but his left arm crossed over my chest to grab my right boob, and well, I was rendered useless.
“Anyway, send me a message. Your subs have been looking for you over here.” The bastard winked before the video ended.
I snarled and hissed, showing off my fangs.
Subs overlooked into double meanings all the time. They were going to wonder if Titan and I were dating with that dinner mention. I hoped Atlas didn’t catch that…
Atlas stood, holding me in his arms, my boobs nearly suffocating me. “Who is this TeaBagTitan and where can I find him? How dare he want to squish your breasts into tiny sports bras!”
Oh, good, he didn’t notice…
“Free the boobies!” I said with a muffled voice.
Harlow looked on in horror until Atlas put me down.
We thundered up the stairs. With my phone dead as a doornail, I'd have to fire up the whole damn computer just to send one message to BlueBallTitan accepting his challenge. Talk about overkill for a single text, but at least the payoff would be worth it.
Everyone gathered around, and I noticed that Atlas’ breathing was coming in heavy. The scent of the cabin filled the room, and it made me wonder if I really did need that sports bra.
“Did you light a candle? Or did you get one of those cool scent plug-ins?” Harlow commented. She waved her hand in front of her face. “It’s kinda pungent.”
Atlas’ face turned a deep red, his claws poking into the chair. The boner trying to pop out of his pants didn’t go down, though.
