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The Wrong Recipient Meme





Oops. It happens to all of us. In a hurry, kind of drunk, too tired – for whatever reason, you've sent a text to the wrong recipient and it's up to you to do damage control.




¤ Post with your character. Name, canon and any preferences in the subject line.
¤ Others choose one of the options below and reply to your character with a text message that wasn't intended for them.
¤ Communication or miscommunication ensues?
¤ Profit!




1. talk dirty | "baby, you were such a stud yesterday"
Texting is a great way to make your partner spend the rest of their meeting thinking about exactly how steamy action was last night... Unless you sent it to the wrong number, of course. How to explain that one?

2. those dates | "Don't forget lunch at 2! :-)"
Easiest way to arrange meetings, confirming them or just saying thanks for a good time is by cell. Even easier? To screw it up when the invitation reaches the wrong person... Or perhaps your mishap lands you an entirely new date!

3. anger management | "OMFG, you really are an asshole!"
They’ve pissed you off royally, so someone deserves a piece of your mind. Poor recipient, having to put up with a dressing-down of that magnitude. Especially if it wasn't actually intended for them.

4. my condolences | "Jane, I'm so sorry about your aunt."
Someone lost a relative, got broken up with or didn't get the grades they'd hoped for, so you quickly text them your heartfelt sympathy. Let's just hope that the recipient actually has lost their aunt...

5. well done | "I heard about it from my mom. You go, girl!"
They aced their exams, just got published or they had a baby. Something definitely deserving of your congratulations. Hopefully the one receiving it will appreciate the recognition of something they probably didn't do.

6. auto correct | "Dad says we're having pussy tonight."
A completely ordinary message. The concert was amazing, you're running late... Autocorrect just happened to change one little word into something completely different. Something that’s even more difficult to decipher for the wrong recipient.

7. wildcard | "ok"
Want another scenario, something combined or something completely different? Knock yourself out!



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oops i thought i responded to this...

[hackd]

[ He's about to say he's not whining when something stops him. ]

You're really coming over?

No worries!

[sextingpaysoff]

now would I lie to you?

[hackd]

Do you really want me to answer that?

[sextingpaysoff]

don't ruin the moment

[hackd]

Pretty sure that's all on you.

[sextingpaysoff]

well then prepare to be surprised... because this is one time I'm not going to ruin the moment

[hackd]

I think I'm as prepared as I'll ever be.

Either that or the antihistamines are kicking in.

[sextingpaysoff]

good. because Annalise is letting us all go for the night.

[hackd]

Is soup still on the table?

[sextingpaysoff]

soup is on the table. i'll pick it up on my way over

[hackd]

[ Anything else he can think of to say sounds stupid so he just goes with: ]

Thanks.

See you soon? [ He winces at the question mark, only realizing after it sent. ]

[sextingpaysoff]

see you soon.

but if i die while driving because i decided to text you again then you only have yourself to blame! :)

[hackd]

How is that my fault? Don't text and drive! I'm not answering any more texts until you get here.

[sextingpaysoff]

[Connor falls radio silent for half an hour until he's outside Oliver's door, a brown paper bag of take out soup under one arm. He sends a text rather than actually knocking because this was the twenty-first century and he was cute like that.] knock knock

[hackd]

[ During that half an hour, Oliver disposes of the tissues that had been piling up on the couch beside him and wipes the spot down, then moves the waste basket closer. He's already in sweatpants and a gray, long-sleeved shirt, since the first thing he did when he got home was change out of his stuffy suit.

By the time Connor arrives, he's back on the couch, channel surfing and resisting the urge to lay his head down lest he fall asleep. The text gets a fondly exasperated eyeroll. A few seconds later the door opens to reveal a red-nosed, pink-cheeked Oliver. ]

Hey.

[ He eyes the bag as he steps back to let Connor in and can't help but smile. It's stupid the way he instantly feels a little bit better. ] Glad you made it and didn't, y'know, die in a texting while driving accident along the way.

[sextingpaysoff]

[Connor is annoyingly perky from the moment Oliver opens the door. Normally he'd lean in for some form of greeting but not when the hacker was sick. Instead, he steps past Oliver with a grin.]

Hey, rudolph. [He offers the bag as both a gift and a barrier between the two of them touching.]

Then you're gonna be extra glad I didn't day when you're sitting down eating lovingly bought soup.

[hackd]

[ As he closes the door, his hand goes to his nose. ] Hey. Don't be a jerk. [ He says it knowing full-well it's like asking Connor not to breathe. Or be totally gorgeous. ] I think I've single-handedly depleted half my tissue supply already.

[ He takes the bag with a quiet, sincere "thanks" and brings it to the couch. ]

Is this the first time you've done something nice for someone without the promise of sex?

[ His tone and the smile sitting at the corner of his mouth make it obvious he's teasing. ]