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Joey hung up without saying more. She leaned against the car seat, feeling annoyed. If Zachary hadn't been so active in attacking others online, would their fans ship them? Would their ship trend like that? She blamed it all on Zachary. … In the office, Zachary was sitting at his desk with a smile on his lips. With a swipe of his hand, he also liked the fanfiction written by the netizens. One had to admit that netizens nowadays were quite creative. Although the plot was simple, it conveyed true feelings and had a good touch to it.

“Girl, legendary musicians have reacted to his covers saying he outdid them! And you’re calling him okay?” “Okay… I guess he is a great singer.” I muttered, trying to sound casual, though my heart was screaming. She flopped onto the bed, kicking her legs like a teenager in love. “I’m so crazy about him. But ugh, I hate how fast our fanbase is growing. More crazy fangirls to compete with.” I forced a weak laugh. “That’s why,” she continued dramatically, “I got obsessed with Mystery BL fanfics.” My brows furrowed.

Abigail and her friend, Lana, sat on the plush sofa in the living room, laughing as they chatted. "Girl, it's funny, but fan pages are annoying," Lana complained as she continued scrolling through her phone. "I don't know. I like some of my fan pages," Abigail shrugged. "Oh, not until someone gets scammed by one of those fake profiles claiming to be Abigail Hathaway," Lana pointed out. "Well, I can live with that. The real issue is the blogs and their bullshit. I found one talking about my ass expecting a baby with a secret lover-who is a married man."

The bed was in the opposite corner of the room from the desk, so I wasn't perfectly behind Erin, but she would still have to turn to see me. I pulled a blanket up and over my legs and started to explore. I really like a slow build to my orgasms, and I was especially trying to be subtle while Erin was in the room. I pulled out my phone and went to my favorite fan fic sites to find something good (no judgment!). It was all the same stuff. I began the endless scroll of trying to find something good. Nothing.

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Jennifer slept well, relaxed from her back-to-back orgasms, but was up before the sun searching father-daughter incest fantasies on her computer. She was shocked to discover how many sites were devoted to the topic. It's at least fairly common, she decided, if not completely healthy to fantasize about having sex with your daughter. Most of the sites were either crude pictures of teenage girls having sex with middle-aged men or erotic sex stories about incest. Several sites appeared to be academic discussions of incest, but ended up being the same crude pictures and poorly edited stories. She finally concluded that it wasn't a unique fantasy and that, unless acted upon, it was ultimately harm

“You couldn’t remember the name Harry, but you could remember Zayn? I’m impressed. Next you’re going to tell me you’re writing One Direction fanfiction.” I stared at her. “How can you write fanfiction about real people?” “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She was laughing maniacally as she began typing into her phone. “It’s the Internet. Haven’t you heard of rule thirty-four?” I shook my head. I regretted going down this rabbit hole already. “You can find any kind of porn on the Internet. Duh.” Niamh cackled. “There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.”

The glow of the screen was blinding as I logged in and went straight to the internet. I opened my web browser and typed Timothy and my names into the search bar. What I found was a dizzying array of fan sites, articles, and social media pages dedicated to the imaginary love story of TEVIE. Images of us together filled the screen, along with headlines that speculated about the nature of our relationship.

Everyone else is treating me differently, even though I feel the same. My regular phone rings as I walk further into my room. Looking at it, I’m pleasantly pleased to see that it is Nancy texting me now, not Wes with more terrible books to give. I open the message. I have a recommendation for you, based on what we talked about. I really think you are going to like this one. It was pretty eye opening for me. Mild really, but a good place for beginners. I blush fiercely but I still click on the link. It leads to a website of fanfiction. I don’t recognize the series it is linked too, so none of the characters are familiar to me.