Fate Stay Night Memes Novels & Stories

“We’re all the same age, Fi. You call one of us old, you call all of us old—and I, for one, am not impressed.” “Exactly! We’re still young! Hip people!” Drake chimes in with way too much enthusiasm. I choke on a laugh. “Drake… if you’re calling yourself hip, you’re definitely not young.” Fiona giggles. “See? Even Lilly agrees.” Drake throws his hands up. “Fine, fine! Can we get back to the topic before we all start ordering fiber supplements and watching daytime TV?” Matt rolls his eyes. “Right. So… who’s the one that’s dying?”

I continued, looking down at the mess I had created. "You are already paying for it. You don't need to be." He said and I expected his smile straight from Hades, but he didn't smile, he just looked down at my stained skirt and I realized I had to take my leave with immediate effect. "I need to go. Goodbye… um... " "Void. Jacob Void." He reminded me and I smiled, embarrassed that I had forgotten already. I always had a problem with names, which always made me appear rude.

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Her amusement traveled the bond as she watched his ridiculous emotional display. I turned my neck so that he could see my rose. His eyes widened in disbelief. “How?! You’re a wolf. You’re nothing!” Imeela’s claws came out, and she dragged them across his face for what he had said about me. I broke his nose for how he looked at her. We made quite the pair, having each other’s backs no matter what. “Fate deemed him worthy because he is an amazing man. It’s not his fault that fate deemed you a pussy,” she deadpanned the last part.

I hadn't let myself get tangled up in their mess. That night, when I returned home, I found an unmarked package in my mailbox. The wrapping was plain, except for a hand-drawn sketch of a plump, goofy-looking cat. I recognized it immediately. I'd seen that cat before—on the pages of Aaron's old notebook. I suddenly remembered a promise he once made. If we ever broke up, we'd each send the other a parting gift. The gift would have that exact cat drawn on it. A quiet, gentle way to say goodbye.

Not allowing Ivy to finish what she was about to say. “Woah, chill man, why are you looking at me like you want me 6 feet below now? I just came to remind you about the charity event tomorrow, which I'm sure you’ve probably forgotten about.” Alex said. “Have you ever heard of emails or text messages, Alex? They are a thing now, you know,” Liam replied, his tone filled with sarcasm. “Ha, ha, ha, that's funny, seeing you know about them but refused to check or respond to any I've been sending for the past few weeks now.” Alex fired back

“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

“Its non-official. Not professional. And it's used to pass around information among the employees.” “Like social media?” “Kind of. But it's for shits and giggles and nothing much. People gossip.” My stomach dropped. She looked at me and hesitated. “There were pictures uploaded over the weekend.” “What pictures?” My brows furrowed. I didn’t know of the forum. Didn’t even know such a thing existed and was allowed. Amara’s expression was filled with sympathy. “From Friday night.” Friday. We had a department dinner, and Mark had personally invited me when I suggested skipping. There was alcohol. Loud music. Laughing too hard. I barely remember how I got home.

Perhaps she found no need to come online without Josie present. Ding ding! The notification of a mutual coming online suddenly sounded from the laptop. Jay was quick to arrive before his desk. Seeing the profile icon of ‘Chasing Men While Lugging A Saber’ brighten with colors, anger tinted Jay’s attractive appearance. ‘Chasing Men While Lugging A Saber’ had sent him a short text. ‘You free?’ Jay replied, ‘Yeah.’ Chasing Men While Lugging A Saber then said, ‘I can’t sleep. Could we talk for a bit?’

these were initially for tomorrow's update, but you got them early🥴❤️ Please bear in mind that this wasn't edited!😩I'm tired and in need of sleep.