He was ahornyMothman.
“Atlas, sit down,” I got up and continued to type to get into the system. Atlas didn’t question and got comfortable in the chair, then I felt his lower arms wrap around me and got comfortable.
Harlow giggled. “You are going to let Titan see Atlas behind you?”
I tapped on the computer again. “Why not? He doesn’t think I can getthisstud? He can go fuck off. And I’m not video chatting with him anyway, just a message.”
I wiggled my butt a bit to get comfortable, feeling Atlas' grip tighten around me. His breath was hot on my neck. Atlas was being super nice about all of this, letting me do my job… my life still, and not stopping me.
"Alright, let's see what this asshole has been up to," I muttered, clicking on his profile. His latest posts were filled with idiots fawning over him, a few haters calling him out on his bullshit, and then there were the messages from him to me in my inbox, increasingly aggressive and condescending.
"Look at this," I pointed at the screen.
TeaBagTitan:But you're scared, Kassie. You know I'm too good for you.'
“Who even talks like that?” I said. “Does he do that to every other gamer or just me?”
Harlow leaned in, squinting at the screen. "He's such a tool. But you know what? This is gonna be great for your numbers. Everyone loves a good comeback. I mean, look at your message board on the home page.”
YeetnDelete111:Where is KassieNova?
MomsaidNo3635: She hasn’t been on in days. I need my gamer goth fix.
ThreatLevelBeige69:Along with those jiggly titties, right?
ChaosButPolite2:Forget the tits, I’m ready for the commentary. She scared off my dealer, and that means something.
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. She was right. This was going to be epic. I cracked my knuckles, ready to type out a response that would set the stage for our showdown.
Maybe going into heat wasn’t a terrible thing.
I did get my D, anyway.
"Alright, TeaBag," I started typing, my fingers pounding the keys with a satisfying rhythm. "You want a rematch? You got it. What’s the game?"
Atlas rumbled behind me, a low growl in his chest. "What do you mean, stakes?"
I glanced back at him, grinning. "It means if I win, he has to do something humiliating. And if he wins... well, he won't, so it doesn't matter."
Harlow laughed, clapping her hands together. "This is gonna be so good. Okay, what game is he gonna pick?"
I hit send and leaned back, feeling Atlas' solid chest against me. "Who knows? But whatever it is, I'll be ready. It's not about the game anymore. It’s about knocking him off his high horse. Which I guess I still need to win to do that."
Atlas' arms tightened around me, his voice a low murmur in my ear. "You are incredible, my soul. I have no doubt you will defeat this... TeaBag."
I laughed, the sound filling the room. "Damn right I will. And you know what? I'm gonna enjoy every minute of it."
The chat box pinged with a new message. TeaBagTitan had responded almost immediately. The message was followed by a winking emoji that made me want to gag.
"Alright, when and where, big boy?" I typed back, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Harlow was practically bouncing in her seat, her eyes glued to the screen. "This is better than any drama on TV. You gotta sell it, Kassie. Make him think he's got a chance, then crush him."
I chuckled, feeling Atlas' breath hot on my neck. "Oh, I'm planning on it. But first, I need to know what battlefield he thinks he can beat me on."
The chat box pinged again.
TeaBagTitan:"How about 'Petals and Puddles'? Tomorrow night, 8 p.m. Let's see if you can handle the zombie apocalypse, KassieNova."
