Fangirl Memes Novels & Stories

She was seconds away from deploying it. And then her entire system seized. A klaxon, loud and obnoxious, blared from her speakers. A message, written in a garish, sparkling pink font, filled her main screen: YOU HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED TO A MEME WAR BY @WEREWOLUV88! PREPARE FOR DEFEAT, HATER! “What the hell?!” Aria shrieked. Her network, her beautifully crafted, military-grade digital fortress, was being flooded. Not by a hostile government or a rival hacker, but by millions of requests from a single source: The Global Brother-in-Law Fan Club’s online forum.

It was the girls’ group chat, and Ciara just sent a party GIF telling us to gather up and go clubbing sometime. “Oh, fuck,” I sighed heavily.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

She said with a smile. I was helpless. I know if I wanted to hear those words from her mouth, I had to continue working hard. “Alright, I hung up then.” Ailina hung up the phone. Then she sent me a naughty expression of a little rabbit baring her teeth. I usually didn’t use Memes when using W******p. When I saw Ailina’s cute one, I didn’t know what to reply. So I found Jayden and asked him to get a few for me. As a result, the expression bags Jayden sent me were all very strange. All of them were silly with lines “Go to hell, Idiot”, “You go eat shit,” and “The other party didn’t want to talk to you and touch your tit.” Seeing this I almost went to beat him.

Milka cooed at the rabbit, grinning widely, and we all smiled, too. “Ahh, bunna. Aiden, you see bunna?” “Yeah, I see it, Mimi,” he replied gruffly, his hands in his pants pockets. “Aiden cuggle.” Milka pointed at him. “I’m all right.” She frowned. “Aiden. Cuggle. Bunna. Now.” I raised an eyebrow at Chloe, and she stepped back, laughing into her hand. “You know the new thing where they call their fans Divas? I’ll give you three guesses who inspired it.”

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.

A single comment—one damn comment—had detonated under our latest I*******m post like it was laced with caffeine and glitter. RachelK: Team Silver Fox 🦊 or Dr. Sexy Young Buck 🦌? Don’t make me choose. I want both. That girl. That menace. Thousands of likes. Hundreds of replies. Debates. Fan theories. “Thirst trap” memes made from their headshots I hadn’t even posted. A few women claimed to have already booked pelvic exams. One of them tagged a friend and wrote, we’re going together. Make it a girls’ trip. I pinched the bridge of my nose to stop from grinning like an idiot.