#meme: oops

[henrycamden]

Oops!

4. Your character walking in on mine in the shower.

When he said "Come in when you're ready" he didn't expect it to be so soon. She was so much faster than him this time around. Then again, she wasn't cleaning road tar from under her nails. He always enjoyed his showers too, they sometimes got a bit long.  "Henry?""In the bathroom, finishing up!" She appeared at the door way and paused. Through the clear class door, she could see him all. His back was turned, head tilted up towards the spray. The expanse of his skin was a canvas of mottled bruises and vicious scars, Anthea had known them all. "You can take a seat on the bench if you like, keep me company." The woman already had her head down, texting on her phone. The naked man being just another occurrence in her life.

[henrycamden]

Oops!

12. Your character walking in on mine singing at the top of their lungs.

"Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young,We're gonna die young!"He had been dancing around the flat, jamming out to Ke$ha for the last hour on repeat. It was how Henry typically did renovation. Music blasting in the large space, echoing off the concrete, singing along at the top of his lungs. He was just finished cutting down wood for his latest framing project and was drafting the wall for the otherside of the room.He didn't hear Kayla come in, not that he could over the sound of his speaker system, but there she was when he whipped around, hammer in hand as a surrogate microphone. He couldn't be arsed to be embarrassed as he grabbed her by the hand and forced her to join him.

[imnotthesavior]

oops

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Emma was too caught up in the moment, too into the person in her bed, that she didn’t even notice the door of Mary Margaret’s apartment opening. She moaned in pleasure, but it was abruptly caught off by the woman opening her door. She gasped and scrambled for the sheets, covering herself and the man in her bed. “Mary Margaret I-I…" She didn’t know how to explain this. Was there a way to explain this? Her face was red with embarrassment as she tried to stutter out an explanation. "I just- um- he’s- um…I thought you were going to be late today...”

[imnotthesavior]

Oops!

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Emma had hoped she would be done being sick before Killian had come home, but when she heard the click of the door opening, she cussed under her breath and pressed her forehead against the cool porcelain of the bathroom toilet. She tried to stay quiet, as to not tip him off, but the queasy feeling suddenly returned and she found herself once again retching over the toilet.

[smoothgetaway]

Interruption!

12. Your muse catches mine out whilst they’re sneaking away all the sweets

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"And just where do you think you're going with all that energon?" Speedlight asked with surprising sweetness. The dagger pressed to Getaway's throat cables and the scattered condensed energon cubes in the small hiding hole they'd wound up in after that last excursion made the situation significantly more grim from Getaway's perspective.

"Moving them to a safer location?" He said with a grin in his optics and a tilt to his head. Play it up, play it up. "Ya know, for safe keeping?"

"Uh-hmm." Speedlight giggled cutely. "And that safe place wasn't going to be your tanks was it?" The dagger pressed just a little into Getaway's cables. 

"Nope!" Getaway said easily, pushing his instincts to bat the knife away and incapacitate Speedlight to the side. "Just to the quarters for easier access and tighter security."

"Hmm." Speedlight hummed. "Then I guess you wouldn't mind some help moving all those cubes, would you." It was a statement, not a question. Still Speedlight withdrew his knife and Getaway's frame relaxed just a fraction. Speedlight bent down and picked up one little cube and popped it in his mouth. 

"Get to work," Speedlight said through a mouthful of sweet sweet energon. "And maybe I'll think of sharing." With that, Speedlight picked up another cube and ate it. Getaway grumbled darkly from his slumped position on the wall.

Fragger. He thought acidly.

[belenwen]

Oops!

3. Your character walking in on mine having a tea party with stuffed animals.

(I’m going to do this in the modern/flower!verse setting cos I can)

She was beyond frustrated with being corrected every other word.  She was over eight millennia old, she had fought in major battles and helped establish great cities and defend them but yet she was spoken to as if she was a simpleton because this new language did not follow the patterns and rules of the ones she was used to.

There were all new alphabets, their number system was based differently and apparently the language had adopted rules and habits from others and that meant learning it was difficult because it was not standard throughout.  Some words were spelled the same and pronounced utterly different, some words were spelled different and pronounced the same.  She was fed up with it!

So instead, she was sitting in the bedroom with some of the little deer and bird toys they had accumulated along the way so far and was more than happily conversing with them in her own vernacular.  No one was asking her what she meant or fussing at her for it, it was the first time in quite some while where she felt the tension releasing.

Until there was a soft sound from the doorway and she looked over to see Haldir looking a bit too amused.  She changed to Sindarin, motioning to an empty spot on the floor.  ”We are enjoying a conversation where we are not expected to use their language or know their history, but it would be nice to have someone that can actually answer me,” she added with a sheepish expression.  ”Join me?”

[belenwen]

Oops!

5. Your character walking in on mine waking from a nightmare.

Belenwen had no shortage of fodder for nightmares and it seemed Irmo often felt she had unresolved matters surrounding them so they came to her more often than she would like.  

She was also typically quite punctual but this had been one of those nightmares where she could not wake up, where she felt trapped within the confines of the dreamscape and helpless to the scene playing out in her mind that felt so real.

Her sleep was deep but fitful, she did not notice the knocks on the door nor did she notice someone entering her rooms and calling her name.  In the nightmare, someone did the same and it was already surreal enough that it did not seem out of place.  In the dream, people were dying around her and so many were calling out to others, it was no different here.

Except in this dream, the voice did not belong to Glorfindel, it belonged to someone else, someone far more dear to her and the memories of burns along her back and arm were uncomfortable.  She tried to duck and shy away from the burning sensation, favoring the areas where she still bore the faint scars from that day.

It was not until her name was called with far more urgency and closer that she jerked away with a gasp, eyes flying open wide as she grabbed her shoulder to be sure the skin was not raw and charred once again.  The world around her whirled for a moment and it took some effort to regain her bearings but this was her own room and she was safely in Imladris.  

… and there was a mildly confused Glorfindel standing near the foot of her bed looking rather irritated.  ”Gondolin,” she murmured, rubbing a hand over her face.  Belenwen trusted him to understand the nature of the nightmare from the word alone and hoped he would not feel compelled to lecture her about the time because of it.  

"Give me a moment and I will get ready."

[belenwen]

Oops!

9. Your character walking in on mine in bed with someone.

Belenwen was not used to having company but it seemed as of late, she had been attracting quite an odd assortment of company.  Her current bed fellow was proof of that but she did not mind it in the least.  Nor did she mind the inquisitive young Hobbit that had become her friend in their mutual efforts to avoid the harsh stares of Erestor.  

With a contented sigh, the elf nestled closer to the other in her bed.  She had long since grown used to sleeping in cooler chambers so his condition actually lent itself to a lovely nights sleep and at the moment, she was less inclined to get up and would much rather stay here within the strong circle of his arms and the comforting tangle of their legs together.  She was even starting to get used to the hair on his chest.

She nuzzled closer to his collar bone until she found the crook of his neck and was prepared to drift off once more.  She belatedly realized he was spelling out something on her back before she heard the soft padding of feet and the creek of her door pushing open.  

Belenwen moved quickly, clutching the sheets around her chest for her own modesty, which was hardly ever present, but the blankets were pulled up and over her current company to hide the salt and pepper hair splayed out on her pillow.

"Good morning Poppy, you surprised me!" she could feel her cheeks flaming with a blush that reached up the shells of her ears.  "I thought I was going to meet you later in the day."