#accidental text

[setokaibapetty]

Monday's Muse: Writing Prompt

"Well, if that's what he thinks, you can tell him to go fuck himself."

Sending "Go fuck yourself" to -

"Wait! Siri, stop! Do not send that message."

[mbrainspaz]

I think one of my art clients is having a moment 🤭

[thenamedragon]

Really, twice in one day?

The first, an invitation to hang out. It felt like less of an invite to me, and more of them inviting themselves to hangout with me.

I'm sorry, I texted back, I'm out of town. I might be back sooner, but I'm at the end of my socializing rope, so I won't be able to hang out then anyway.

Oh, they replied, that's ok. And I feel bad about this, but I didn't mean to text you that.

Oh... I mean, ok.

It's just that I knew you were out of town, and that you need time to recharge, so I wouldn't have asked you to hang out anyway.

I guess... it just feels like you didn't need to share that with me. I don't really know what to think, because there is so much missing in the tone and the hours that passed between messages. So I leave them on read.

The second, a random ass picture shortly followed by, NO, and, I did not mean to send you that. Which is nice, because I had no context for the picture to respond to anyway. It also stings a little in the wake of a retracted invite. Not you, the picture laughs at me, I don't want to socialize with you right now.

Lol, I reply. Yike.

[funnyordie]

Time to throw out my phone

[highfireiistarter]

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[stereklibrary]

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, I Want to Date You. by rebekahdarian (1/1 | 2,366 | NR)

The five times Stiles types a text to Derek asking him out on a date and deletes it. And the one time he accidentally hits send.

[cherrysficrecs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

wrong number, right person by infires

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Summary Jimin somehow sends a text to the wrong number, and they somehow hold a conversation that lasts, well, a little more than a day. (Maybe a little more than a little more than a day.)

But because sometimes fate isn't a bitch, he finds that the person with the wrong number may not be the wrong person, after all.

[eros-to-katsudon]

An Accidental Text

Closed RP With @weebabeminami

>>Oh sure I’ll see you then.

Oh god Yuuri was coming to his house, he felt an ache in his chest and his stomach flipped at the mention of Viktor, Yuuri and Vktor were together, he had to remember that, Viktor was important to him. He had to remember that, had to push his feelings down, It wasn’t about anything apart from talking about the whole text thing… right? Right, that’s all it had to be, it couldn’t be anything more than that.

Minami spent the next half hour cleaning up his place, it’s not like it was dirty or anything it just seemed like the thing to do. He then spent the next twenty minuets deciding on what to wear until finally he huffed out a sigh at how ridiculous he was being, it was just a talk, just him and Yuuri as friends nothing more… it’s all it could be.

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Yuuri, on the other hand, was, it possible, even more of a mess than Minami. He frantically searched his room for something decent to wear, wanting to look his best. Why? He wasn’t exactly sure. But he wanted to look good. If they were going to discuss anything along the lines of feelings... well. It was probably best to make some kind of impression that he took Minami seriously.

Or... at least he hoped Minami knew that Yuuri took him seriously.

Either way, it was too late to turn back at this point. He was already out the door, at the train station, and boarding the train when he snapped out of his anxiety induced trance.

He knocked on Minami’s door an hour later, as expected. Hands fidgeting and toying with the hem of his oversized sweater, which was draped over his comfortable (but nice!) pair of jeans. One benefit of being engaged to Viktor Nikiforov - an improved knowledge of fashion.

“Minami...?” Yuuri called, knocking again. He could feel his stomach fluttering thanks to his nerves, and tried to take a few deep breaths to ground himself.