Icarus Memes Novels & Stories

News tickers ran silently across the wall screen, headlines flaring in bold type. "Heiress of Moreno & The Vale Empire. "Engagement Confirmed!" "Lyra Moreno Breaks the Internet in Silk and Silence!" "The Ice Rose and the Heir: Are We Witnessing the Return of the Old World Romance?" Yani stood in front of the screen, one hand on her hip, the other clutching a tablet. She looked like she was about to explode. "Okay," she said dramatically, "I have compiled seventy eight memes, nine AI-generated wedding invites, and one slideshow of edits comparing you and Elias to anime power couples."

She brandished the canister, aiming it directly at the two of us. I thought I recognized some of her self-aggrandizing ranting from the captions on her pictures, especially the fully clothed but nevertheless highly sexualized ones that I suspected she shared on i*******m and the like. Don't hate 'cause you ain't, im hype 4 the human race, nonsense like that. In fact, I even recalled one that had read something like you can't try to make me a copy of you because I'm the original. It had been set, seemingly without intended irony, around a very original shot of her making a duck face and flashing a sideways peace sign in her bathroom mirror with a filter that put cartoon deer antlers on her fo

Icarus has ruined everything for him, no matter what he does to make Kiara his, he is always there to ruin it for him. Now, when he was done messing up all of his plans, he was taking everyone on a trip. How lovely! Kevin scrolled through the praises Icarus was accumulating in the group chat and threw his phone against the wall. He growled, "I can't stand this motherfucker! Even his name sickens me." Paul did not say anything but deep down, he was laughing uncontrollably at Kevin. This boy needed a reality check, he knew that, but he did not expect it to be such a rude awakening.

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I muttered. On looking at the notification, I could see 99+ notifications. “LET THE LGBTQ COMMUNITY BREATHE!” “LAURA'S KARMA HAD JUST MET HER NIGHTMARE” #JUSTICE FOR ERIC SLOAN# #SANCTION TO LORA KARMA# #THE WICKED MUST NOT GO UNPUNISHED# All the notifications read. The one that got my attention was an anonymous poster that made a meme video clip of me with ruined makeup and some captions that struck me hard. This particular caption was directed to my last post Eric had forced me to make.

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

"You don't?" "No." Vanessa gasped dramatically. "The man lives in your head rent-free, and you don't even have his picture?" "Oh, stop." "I'm serious." Chloe picked up her phone from the bedside table. "Wait." She unlocked the screen. "Oh..." "There it is." "What?" "His I*******m." Vanessa burst into laughter. "Oh my goodness." "What?" "You're stalking a married man." Chloe's mouth fell open. "I am not!" "You went straight to his I*******m."

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

Icarus furrows his brow. The air darkens. For a moment, we are more than a triangle of desire. We are a trio marked by prophecy. By threat. By a destiny none of us asked for. Icarus smiles slowly. "You can always sit on me," he says, winking. The pillow hits him square in the face. Max bursts out laughing. And even against my will, I smile too.