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!

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.

“But he followed my lead and now we enjoy doing it together” Oh, that sounded so dirty! I sink my teeth into my lower lip to stifle the groan that wants to escape as Gabe topples backward off the chair in laughter. When he is back on his feet he says, “I have no idea how Spin hasn’t killed you two yet. Even the most innocent conversation sounds sexual between the two of you”! Meme comes in from Charlene’s apartment with Stephany in her arms. “Mama, YaYa, auntie Meme says her favorite color is violet”!

“**Is it just me, or does anyone else think Ray and Liliana planned this whole thing? Too convenient. #PowerCoupleGoals**” But it wasn’t just the serious discussions that dominated the conversation. Memes began circulating within minutes—snapshots of the kiss with exaggerated captions like “**When you know you just won at life**” and gifs of Lilly walking confidently out of the boardroom with captions like “**Me leaving a toxic group chat**.” The internet was having a field day, and Lilly’s bold move only fueled the frenzy.

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

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.

The woman laughed with a wave of her hand and Caitlyn joined the short laughter. "One thousand and two hundred, ma'am," The cashier told her after calculating the items and packaging them. Caitlyn brought out her card and paid. "Seven bags, wow!" She mouthed to herself and followed it with a heavy exhale. "Good thing I'm here!" A familiar voice said behind her. Caitlyn quickly turned to see Martin looking insanely hot. He wore a white hoodie with matching colored pants. His hair wasn't gelled back and Caitlyn had no idea they were so full and curly!

Me crossing the room, leaning in to kiss Kyrian on the cheek and the one second I stayed, paused and stretched into many seconds. I scrolled past it and the headlines were something else entirely. PLAYBOOK'S CONNIE AND KYRIAN: ARE THEY THE REAL DEAL? THE KISS THAT BROKE THE INTERNET—CRESTFIELD'S COUPLE CHEMISTRY. I stared at that last one for a moment longer than the others. "Are you seeing the memes?" Hori said, still chattering like a broken radio. "Connie there's a whole thread—" "I see them."