Novel & Cerita Funniest Fanfictions

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

edits. Innocent pictures of us laughing at the rink during practice. Or when we hugged each other, the way teammates did after a win from a tough game. The edits made it seem as if I was looking at Dorian like he hung the moon. Screenshots from old games where I’d supposedly stared too long. “#Donoah,” they were calling it. Some of the edits were sweet, to be honest. But most of them were creepy as hell. A few fans even tried comparing us to some outed celebrity couple like we were another juicy fandom ship to root for. I hadn’t even realized how deep the hole was until I scrolled through the replies on his post.

She teased and I was very flustered. Baby gems my foot! Her imagination is getting wilder by the second, she's been watching too many fan fictions lately, her innocence, jeez! "Shut up Ione! Grab yourself a man first before you tease me," I challenged and she knew she lost. Because she has too many idols, though some of them are K-Pop idols and some of them are fictional characters, she's never going to have a boyfriend unless she isekai's herself or if she lowers her standards. That fandom is eating her alive.

He lightly puckered his lips, as if calculating his next move and thinking what to do with this information. I raise both of my hands and press them against my temple, I slowly drag them down against my skin in disbelief. “Nah you’re just playing me, aren’t ya? Hahahahahah. What. A. Funny. Joke.” I slap his arm between bouts of fake laughter. “Really, your imagination is unmatched. You know what I suggest? I think you should write a novel. This sounds like the plot of a really weird teen fan fiction. You would fit right in greatly.” I give him an encouraging thumbs up.