Cagney Carnation Memes Novels & Stories

Ethan: You’ll do it when I tell you. My breath caught. Heat flooded my cheeks. I stared at the screen, cock twitching in my fist like it had its own mind. I was nineteen. A freshman. Still living under the same roof as my best friend’s big brother. One wrong move and my brother would disown me. My parents would cut me off. The whole campus would know I was some dirty secret pet of the captain.

Meme looks at me and says, “are you serious right now” “Spin knows I’m not a morning person. Do you wanna go now or complain about what I’m wearing until I agree to change?” I asked her. “Fuck it”, she says as she throws her hands in the air in defeat. “Let’s go”! We walked out to the car, with Gabe and his boys already there waiting. Meme throws her bag in the trunk and blows a kiss at Mikey before getting in. We drive blasting the music, singing along like only we can until we arrive at Spin’s, laughing at ourselves like idiots!

Meanwhile, Lilian was losing her mind, sending a chaotic stream of text messages that screamed her excitement. “GIRL, YOU’RE A FREAKING LEGEND!” “I just saw a meme of you slaying that dance at the gala. KOURT NATION IS WILD!” “Someone said they’re naming their dog after you. DEAD.” “Also, can I be VP of Kourt Nation? I’m ready to fight haters with my bare hands.” “OMG! We need to get new stunning photos of you as well. Your fans are waiting for your first upload as a star!”

You expect the ugly comments, and you get plenty of those, but it’s the small things that catch you off guard. Within forty-eight hours, the memes had spread like wildfire. My face was cropped and pasted next to Eloise’s wedding portraits, captioned with disgusting jokes about "the country girl who didn't know her place." Someone had even compiled a fake pregnancy timeline, tracing back the dates to "prove" that my baby couldn't belong to anyone but Weston Thayer. A woman at the farmers market who used to buy peonies from me every Saturday, suddenly finding somewhere else to shop.

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

Those closest to the few women scattered throughout the room offered their hand so the women could half curtsey and dip their heads. “My name is Cyan,” I mumbled. The Queen cut me a sharp look, the brown of her eyes glazed just slightly enough to let me know that her Vetur was surging. I considered lowering my gaze, but decided against it. My little act of defiance would surely piss her off more, but that was exactly what I wanted. I knew that I was stronger than her. Even without my mate, I was lethal, as evidenced by the litany of extra warriors strategically placed throughout the room. They expected me to fail with this joining just as I had at the others, so even here at the revealing ce

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"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

Vicky didn’t even look up from her croissant. “Girl, you’re Miss America, not Miss Universe. The planet doesn’t actually revolve around you. Can we eat in peace?” Nancy’s mouth opened and closed. “Peace? After you set me up yesterday? You humiliated me in front of the entire world! I’m a meme now! A GIF! My career is—” “Oh please,” Vicky cut in, rolling her eyes so hard I was worried they’d get stuck. “We told you Cindy was coming. What were you expecting?”

Lillian: «…So you’re telling me you two really just slept on Valentine’s night? Have you seen these trending tags?! Is this even appropriate for public consumption???» I opened the screenshots. Sure enough, #Mr.CarterLikesAgain was trending. The tag sounded formal, but the content underneath was anything but. I took a deep breath, covering my face for three seconds before replying: «…What if I said it was an accident?» Lillian: «Do you believe that?» Me: «Maybe?» Lillian: «Drop the question mark.» Me: «Fine. I don’t believe it either.» It wasn’t the first time, after all.