Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
this had to be a mistake – one massive, huge mistake.
her finger must’ve slipped or something,
and Stiles wasn’t going to let himself sit back and really think about just why Elena Gilbert would be sending that picture to someone ( because, duh, that was obvious ) , nor was he going to try to think about who it was actually intended for. all he knew was that it wasn’t intended for him, and he felt a little wrong for having seen it all the sudden – because he had seen something so personal that hadn’t been meant for him ——–
( oh, great )
Stiles was feeling guilty about seeing nudes. this was literally his life now.
[ sent to: elena gilbert ]
- stiles: soooo i’m pretty sure i wasn’t supposed to see that.
- stiles: so i’m just going to delete it.
- stiles: and pretend it never happened. and never bring it up again.
Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
torture was what it was — pure torture;
all in the shape of a small square on his cellphone.
the picture hadn’t been expected
( when did she ever do something expected, though?
she excelled in the worst of surprises )
and Stiles had literally stopped in his tracks when it pulled up, eyes widening in a comical manner, and breath leaving him as he just ——— stared. because Katherine was cruel. the actual definition of it, and this was a tease - wrapped up in some facade-of-innocence because he knew how she played her games, and how he was always apparently a fun one to play those said games with; and she knew who she was sending that specific picture to.
( especially because that was literally the outfit he had pointed out awhile back and mentioned that it would look amazing on her ——— fuck, and it did, too )
[ sent to: katherine ]
- stiles: uncalled for.
- stiles: completely uncalled for.
- stiles: and really cruel.
Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
honestly, the picture wasn’t much of a surprise to see when it finally loaded —
but Sam found himself furrowing his brow a little bit any way,
before tilting his head to look at it closer - as if to make sure it was actually his and it wasn’t some weird, stupid joke — but it definitely was Stiles’, and now that he could safely say that, he had to figure out what the other was attempting to do by sending it to him;
( it was a little amusing ————— in a weird way )
[ sent to: asshole ]
- sam: is there some sort of special underlining meaning i’m supposed to be getting out of that?
- sam: because i’m not getting it.
- sam: or are you literally just sending me a picture of your dick because you can.
Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
it was pretty late at night when Stiles cellphone went off —
and he was partially still half-asleep ( for once ) ,
but he groggily found it in the dark, hand hitting a few things on his nightstand while he did so, and flipped it open — and was blinded…
by how bright the screen was. holy shit — was it always that bright? were they trying to cause him blindness? it seemed like it. and Stiles thoughts continued down that grumpy path until they finally adjusted enough to actually see what had been sent to him, and who had sent it, and suddenly he was wide awake and more alert than he had ever felt in a long damn while.
holy shit ———
[ sent to: lydia ]
- stiles: holy shit.
( his brain was not capable of functioning appropriately right now. )
Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
if there was anything that made opening that text message even more weirder than actually opening it and seeing what was in it in general was –
it was the fact that scott was literally two feet away from him mashing the buttons on an xbox controller, completely clueless to the fact that Allison Argent had just sent him a nude. well– partially, she had been wearing a– no. no! wrong. the image needed to be seared from his mind entirely especially when scott was right next to him!
( bro code. bro code. bro code. bro code. )
[ sent to: allison ]
- stiles: WRONG NUMBER.
was all he could manage to type and send before scott eventually took notice in the constipated-esque expression on his face and questioned it out loud.
Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
this was not happening to him —
this was a dream. a horrible, terrible, sexually frustrating dream —
because that was Laura Hale’s number on his phone screen,
and that was definitely a picture of her too —
as in a picture. in complete detail. of the very essence of laura hale.
but only in his desperate, pitiful, testosterone-driven dreams would something like this ever just happen.
( he was pretty sure he had this dream before when he was like, sixteen, too )
he couldn’t fucking ignore it though —
she has to know that he’s seen it by now,
stupid technology nowadays literally gives notifications when things have been opened, so playing dumb was not an option, and maybe if he just handled it right off the bat it wouldn’t make things as cripplingly awkward as it’s bound to be next time they run into each other.
[ sent to: laura hale ]
- stiles: … i think you sent that to the wrong number.
- stiles: because there’s no way that was intended for my eyes to see.
Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
he might’ve dropped his cellphone the second he opened up the picture message that nerd in denial had sent him. the image showing on the screen very—— bare.
and he might’ve lost all coherency for a couple minutes, too–
before he finally fumbled with his cellphone enough to get the picture to go away and shoot her a quick text message because there was no way in hell she did that on purpose there was literally no fucking way.
[ sent to: nerd in denial ]
- stiles: i’m just going to act like i never saw anything at all.