Picture Day Meme Novels & Stories

He picked up his phone and unlocked it to check the time. His heart skipped a beat when his eyes came into contact with his screen saver. It was a picture of Yoori pouting. She had pinkish cream smeared all over her mouth, looking like a moustache. Chuckling sweetly, he kept his phone aside and buried his nose in the files again. Memories of the day he snapped that picture started flowing through his mind.

“Your pictures… they’re everywhere.” A cold dread pools in my stomach, heavy and nauseating. “What pictures?” I ask slowly, scratching my head as if that’ll help me process whatever the hell she’s talking about. “Did we get memed or something?” Jugyoung takes a deep breath. “No. It’s… it’s the pictures of you two… kissing.” I freeze. My mind goes blank for a second, my hand gripping the phone so hard my knuckles turn white. “What did you just say?” My voice is barely a whisper, sharp and disbelieving.

I clicked on the picture and my mouth hung open. In the picture was Lucian's dick I'm his hand. It was hard and leaking precum. Wtf. His follow up message was him apologizing and calling it a mistake. The picture didn't stay long before he deleted it. I almost cursed him out but my phone rang and my body went still. He was calling and it was FaceTime.

“Relax your shoulders. Chin up. Yes… like that.” The music thumped behind them. Izzy finally let herself lean into it, one hand on her hip, lips slightly parted. Maya took a few more shots, then grinned down at her screen. “Oh, this one?” Maya said. “Deadly.” Izzy laughed nervously. “Please don’t embarrass me.” Maya was already typing. She posted the photo to I*******m, tagging Izzy. The caption read: “Hot, unbothered, and outside 😌✨”

"The Event of the Year! Sky-Bound Action Scene!" I looked like a puppet on strings in the video, with my limbs stretched out and suspended in midair. I was grimacing terribly as the shot zoomed in on my face. I scrolled down and noticed a sea of mocking laughter below the video. "Dominic's expression is so meme-worthy!" "Lisa is so impressive for putting in so much effort just to make the school heartthrob happy!" "Dominic actually pissed himself! Does anyone want a close-up shot of that?" "I'll pay good money for it as long as you send it to me!"

Aiden took a few photos, then came over, bringing them up on the screen. “I like the third one,” I said. “I look constipated in the last one.” Conor snorted. “Okay, we’ll use the third one.” He passed me Milka, then plugged the camera into the laptop and copied the picture into another folder. Then he brought up the browser, went to F******k, and headed to the Dirty J. fan page. Whoa. So, he wasn’t joking about the questions. They had hundreds of notifications and messages, and it looked like they were all asking about Milka.

and after that, she held the other's hand, making him closer to him, and she tipped toed to bring their faces a little closer. Shan Yang was shocked by the sound coming from the polaroid camera and when Sol Ming took something out of it. He suddenly saw something on a white paper with two people on it. Shan Yang was stunned. He was now ready to snatch it and ask the two people on it when he heard Sol Ming laughing so hard. "What are you doing?" "It is us in the picture." By the way, this is called a photo, and these two people here are you and me, and we just pictured ourselves."

Armaan looked up from his tablet. The photo on the screen did that to people. It had always done that to people. A small girl—barely two in the picture, caught mid-laugh, dark wavy hair going in every direction at once, one sock on and one sock off, hazel eyes so big and bright they barely looked real. The kind of photo that made strangers smile. The kind that stopped whatever was happening and replaced it with something warmer.

Zane glanced up from the sofa, one eyebrow lifted, looking way too amused for someone causing international drama. “He swore yesterday,” I continued calmly, “no paparazzi. Said all routes were clear. Turns out one of the damn baristas at that brunch place—” “—TOOK PHOTOS BEHIND A STACK OF CROISSANTS AND NOW I’M A MEME!” Her breath hitched. I could hear a tissue ripping on the other end. “Everyone’s laughing at me. My mom says you should be replaced. She says I look... stupid.” I stared at the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

He tapped his screen and turned the phone toward me with devilish glee. And there it was: a photo of me in the backseat, hair looking like I lost a fight with a wind turbine, eyes half-open, mouth drooping in a way that made me question the structure of my entire face. The cherry on top? A dumb little meme caption he added himself: "Local Girl Realizes Alcohol Is a Scam: More at 9." " I'm never showing my face in public again" I slapped my hands over my face. "Kai. Delete it and the rest of whatever villainous things are in that folder."