Shippers Meme Novels & Stories

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. 😈💅"

"Untraceable. Even my sister doesn't have the key to this." He was totally showing off. He was like a lion dropping a dead gazelle at my feet, waiting for me to tell him how great he was. I let my eyes scan the shipping routes for Port 44—the stuff people were gossiping about at the party. I pointed to a specific line on the screen. "Abram, look at the Tuesday shipments. The port f*e jumps two percent every single week. That doesn't make sense with the fuel costs." Abram’s smug look vanished. "What?"

The shippers were left behind, screaming in excitement at their perfect ship—Chelsea and Damian. The shippers exclaimed, "DamSea is real!" Chelsea's fans retorted by shouting, "No! It's fake!" "Chelsea waited outside for so long because of Damian. Didn't you see the way she looked at him? So passionate!" "Are you all blind? That's a look of disdain!" "Damian rushed after Chelsea once he realized she was leaving. So dramatic!" "He's being desperate!" Chelsea's fans finally knew why some of the fans were so cautious earlier and dared not say a word. They were definitely shippers. Shippers were the most fragile, pitiful, yet most hateful type of fans.

I rose up and stresteched my arms, "I am finished!" “Good for you,” said Shane while she was still looking at her laptop. “Despite my best efforts, I have not been able to locate a shipping firm that is suitable for our needs. Why in the hell are shipping corporations making such a strong demand for complete control of their business at this crucial moment? I am currently reading their example contracts, and it appears that it is more advantageous to them than it is to us. We are the recipients of their services; therefore, we are the ones who should stand to gain the most from their company!”

Another message, this time from an unknown number: [Why is my package delayed? I expect my shipment in two days, or there will be trouble, Alpha Barron.]

Noah's_wifey DUDE, REALLY? I_love_my_mommy LET'S MAKE IT EASY FOR WILL, GUYS. WILL, DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHIPS AND SHIPNMES ARE? Will_the_devil ...NO? Yes_you_suck YES! WE SHOULD TOTALLY GIVE THEM A SHIPNAME. I_pooped EW, GUYS, STOP. TIME TO DISOWN ALL OF YOU. Will_the_devil WAIT A SEC, WHAT'S YOUR NAME PEASANT? I_pooped OH, MY NAME IS PEASANT. HAVEN'T YOU LEARNT ANYTHING FROM THAT CAMPAIGN?

Sure enough, Gracie was just waiting for a chance to make a scene and embarrass me in front of everyone. There was no way I would let her get what she wanted, though. I knew the quality control of those products inside out. If my coworkers were all giving bad feedback, it could only mean one thing. With that thought, I closed the lid of the boxed lunch and put it back into my bag, then pretended to panic as I explained, "Since everyone feels sick after eating, I'll check with the livestream suppliers after this. If there's an issue, compensation is a must.

And I was excited about it. # Can we think of a ship name for this two? I would like you to drop it in the comments please!

Every single post had Hayden in them, and the comment sections were full of mutual friends teasing them. "When are you guys finally going to step out of the friend zone and start dating?" "You're so compatible!" "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Love is in the air." Sophie replied, "Don't say that! I'll get shy." The further I scrolled, the tighter my chest felt. There were countless posts revealing countless private meetups I hadn't known about. I swallowed my anger and took a screenshot. I edited a post and posted it from my Twitter account with tens of thousands of followers with the caption, "Countdown to breakup".

Shit. **