Fan Fiction Meme Novels & Stories

Kane Hau Alexander's POV I stared at my phone, a ghostly smile on my face as I read my messages. “So cute.” I reacted with a laughing emoji to the fan's sticker Ethan had sent to me. It was a funny meme of me jubilating. “Naughty boy,” I muttered, smiling sheepishly. We continued chatting, and it felt like I was in another world. I laughed at all his jokes, even the ones that weren't funny. We exchanged funny fan-made stickers and photo cards, and time slowly slipped away as we chatted.

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

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yikes i dont like her. @tayloryourethemuse prob not my place to ask you to shut up but I'm still gonna be impolite and ask u to SHUT UP @cam-era both the camerizer fandom and the muser fandom are crazy. Hella fucking crazy. when the piping tea is gonna get served, a commotion is gonna be created. highkey cant wait. _________

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

Tara walked beside her down the hallway, clutching two coffees and grinning like a gossip columnist. “They’re calling you The Muse of Cross. That’s either a curse or a compliment. Haven’t decided yet.” Lena groaned. “I want to disappear.” “Too late. You’re trending on the student board.” Tara showed her phone. Sure enough, someone had made a meme of Damien staring at a blank canvas with the caption: Thinking about Lena (probably). Lena buried her face in her hands. “I hate everything.” Tara sipped her coffee. “Honestly? It’s kind of iconic.”

“Welcome back from your honeymoon. Those two weeks were almost like an eternity. Did you have fun on your honeymoon? I hope you didn’t, because we are about to resume ‘OUR FUN.’ I read the message over and over again till I got tired and curled my fist in a ball. Oh, I almost forgot about this. I almost forgot about this anonymous fan of mine who would not stop sending messages and gifts just to check up on me. Ah… he or she was not just not a fan. They are an anti-fan.

The onlookers once again became excited as they gossiped. ‘Why is the top fan staying up so late? Is he really here crazily liking all posts about Harmonia?’ ‘Although he is verified on Twitter, every single one of his posts is about Harmonia, including the likes. This is such a beautiful love story!’ ‘Hey, ladies, the top fan also liked posts about the young lover with silver hair. Could it be that he is also shipping the relationship between Harmonia and the young lover with silver hair?’ FMYL especially replied affirmatively to this comment: ‘Yes.’

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There were cute, silly ones too, that I couldn't help but laugh out loud. “How did you come up with all of these words? Where did you find all of these memes?” I snorted, unable to keep my curiosity to myself. “On F******k of course.” She chuckled, laying her head on my chest. Together, we read through a lot of her posts, with her playfully explaining what some meant. “You should add me up on F******k, that way you can see my posts any time I make one,” she suggested. “I don’t have F******k. I can’t remember the last time I had one. I have I*******m though,” I explained with a shrug.