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It was way later than her usual bedtime when she arrived home that night. As a broke college student y/n struggled to make ends meet at a local cafe, and she fell onto the bed and pulled out her computer. The only thing that could relate her was Twitter.

A lot of people considered twitter one of the more stressful social media applications, but she found comport in chaos. After the recent political uproar against the white supremacy and police violence she knew exactly who would come to the rescue. The one and only Anonymous. An unorganized group of hackers, spreading truth in a world of liars. She knew it was wrong, but she had to simp.

The mask, the voice. The secrecy. As someone who grew up on Pretty Little Liars and Gossip Girl, he was the dream man. Well, technically it wasn't a single person, but she wasn't good enough at multitasking to imagine more people in her bed at the same time.
She looked up their most recent tweet. It encouraged Koop stans to flood the White House with fancams. Then, she noticed a new message. It was from the official Anonymous account.

Hey girl. I like your vibe. You are so politically vile. That's hot. You could make us a fan am anytime;)

Y/n felt herself blush. Sure, she had flawless skin and a mesmerizing smile, especially when the light hit her eyes, but she had never gotten attention from engine this hot before. She messaged back.

Wow hi, I'm freaking out I'm such a fan. You're not going to hack into my account of phone or anything, right?<3

She held her breath in anticipation as she waited for an answer. Then, a new message appeared.

Baby, I already have. I've seen it all you naughty girl. Don't worry, we won't tell. Or will we?;)

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