Send me a ✧ and I’ll introduce you to one of all the muses I ever had.
God, these people were idiots. Actually, scratch that — idiots felt like a compliment at this point. She wasn’t a big fan of compliments, especially not with this certain group of douchebags who felt the need to take charge in a situation where they’d literally be skewered and used as a pretty little table top decoration if a Witch got their hands on them —— of course, they seemed to think otherwise. They always thought otherwise, didn’t they?
(Men)
Patience wearing thin, a heavy breath slip through her lips, and Gretel’s eyes finally roll as she reaches back to bring the heavy bow out from behind her back, head cocked to the side as she aims the tip of the arrowhead directly on the main douchebags forehead, letting the metal dig in a little — pierce the skin — until a small bead of crimson blood began to paint the tip of her weapon.
”Lemme make something real clear to you——”
“Get in my way, and I’ll not only shoot this arrow straight through your thick fucking skull, but I’ll aim another so far into your ass you’ll never be able to walk straight for the rest of your god damn miserable excuse of a life—
it was inherently wrong that she was doing this, she had not only babysat him for a larger part of her high school years but she worked with his dad. not even worked with, really, but rather worked for him. if that wasn’t enough of a reason to not do it, along with the age difference and the fact it was stiles, then there wasn’t much else that would have kept her from it. besides, it’s not like she had meant to send him the photos and it’s not like he was underage. if, in hopes of playing it cool, she had to tease him like she used to —— —— well then, so be it.
little stilinski.
∟ [ delivered ; ] I wasn’t aware that one had to take classes to prepare for ‘nudes’. ∟ [ delivered ; ] I thought it came from experience - that I was just assuming you had. ∟ [ delivered ; ] But if I have been the first person to send you a set of such pictures then I guess I should apologize for ruining your innocence…….
fuck.
fuck this was real. that picture was real – and she had sent it to him? brow furrowing at the sheer idea of someone even wanting to do that, Stiles had to take a moment to let it all settle in because it just didn’t make any sense to him at the moment. he had gone through all his high school years practically drooling after this woman – but so had practically the entire rest of the male population of beacon hills high school ( Danny Mahealani was probably an exception, but even he knew when to appreciate certain beauty, and Laura Hale was certainly one ) . the only reason they knew of each other was their innocent past of her amusing him for a night with movies and food and then putting him into bed at a reasonable time —- none of which ended in a manner that some would wish nowadays. ( plus, he had been in elementary school. gross. )
other than that though? sure, she was working for his father now, but they hadn’t really had a full on conversation since he came back. and honestly —- he hadn’t been expecting one.
laura hale
∟ [ delivered ; ] You’d be surprised at the wide assortment of classes they offer to students nowadays. You can literally be taught anything for a few credit hours. ∟ [ delivered ; ] You’re wounding a part of pride within me that never even existed until just now, I hope you realize this. ∟ [ delivered ; ] Please. God, no. Don’t apologize. Corrupt the innocence. It needs to be tainted at this point. ∟ [ delivered ; ] And I completely realize how desperate that sounds but I’m at a point right now where I just don’t care anymore. Screw pride.
her jaw fell open, just a little, as his name popped up across her screen. stiles stilinski was, in fact, not the person she had meant to send those to. in fact she hadn’t meant to send them to anyone. she had meant to delete them and, apparently, had failed. how her phone got sending to stiles from sending them to the trash, she wasn’t aware, but it had happened and now, the boy she had spent her youth babysitting had pictures of her - naked - on his phone.
in an attempt to play it cool she coughed, and finally thought of a way for this to play out in her favor - as if she had meant to send nudes to stiles and not just that she was technologically illiterate.
little stilinski.
∟ [ delivered ; ] What’s the problem, Stiles? ∟ [ delivered ; ] I figured college would’ve prepared you for something like that. ∟ [ delivered ; ] Guess I was wrong - still the little boy.
This was not happening to him – there was literally no way that the universe decided to descend a miracle upon him and make a girl – no, correction, woman – actually send him something even slightly scandalous. No fucking way. He was Stiles Stilinski, and his life just didn’t ever go in a direction that actually allowed him to get lucky. Plus —— this was Laura Hale. She practically babysat him when he was younger, and was a good amount of years older than him too. So he had to of been dreaming.
This was a dream.
"Fuck! Ow—-“
Okay, so it wasn’t a dream.
Grumbling to himself, Stiles rubbed at the red skin he had just pinched absurdly hard, shaking his head as he fumbled with his phone, leg bouncing from where he was sitting, laptop now forgotten behind him as his brown eyes focused in on the text messages practically taunting him. Torturing him… slightly turning him on, too, but the little boy comment? Not so much.
( play it cool, Stilinski )
laura hale
∟ [ delivered ; ] People like to think college prepares everyone for everything, but in reality, it just taught me how to successfully manage going through an entire day without looking like I have a massive hangover. ∟ [ delivered ; ] Never really took any classes about getting nudes. ∟ [ delivered ; ] That class was probably filled before I could even get to it.
Ѡ [ because I'm thinking of the plot we've been discussing and cackling, now at this ]
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.
