573. DON'T YOU LOCK THE DOOR? (Now on IJ as well)

[breakupsbadly]

You Should Have Knocked
So everyone has had this moment in their life, the one where they were so impatient or absent minded they went flinging a door open when they really shouldn't have. Sometimes its not your fault, how could you know your housemate and his girlfriend were having sex on the kitchen table!? Othertimes someone was in the bathroom

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Rose Tyler | Doctor Who | OTA

[lone_defender]

[Dude wtf not her fault.]

River Song || Doctor Who | OTA

[riverborntorun]

11, why is this his life?

[playingnurse]

[He had only gone to her to ask her something, and he had made the very big mistake of not knocking. When he walks in and see's what he see's, he shields his eyes and turns his back to her.]

Sorry!

oh good god, poor Rory!

[riverborntorun]

[If this were anyone else, literally anyone else who walked through her door, River could've played coy or lusty and probably gotten a really fun afternoon. But this is her DAD, of all bloody people, and it doesn't take long for her to let out a shrill scream (obviously NOT a result of what her hands and possibly other devices may have been doing a moment before)]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! Don't you knock?! [Some clumsy fumbling (oh gee, thanks for THAT TOO, Dad) and she wraps herself in a sheet and a bathrobe]

;_;

[playingnurse]

[He's definitely not turning around or opening his eyes, not after what he just saw. It would have been awkward enough before he had come to terms with the fact that River is his little girl, but now it was just...the last thing a father wants to see, ever, actually. Something he is pretty sure will be burned into his retinas and ruin sex for him forever.]

That's it. I've gone blind. I've lost the ability to see. Note to self: always, always knock.

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | Open

[hunting_trip]

10.

[netadesangre]

[Despite what some might consider too many qualifications to cover housekeeping shifts when one of the boys' wives had to call out, Zara was there. After all, cash was cash, it was better than working at home, and favors were always nice to have in her hand as the only real woman in the association.]

[Knocking on the door once, she already had her key in the door as she spoke.] Housekeeping. [Zara said unenthusiastically before just rashly opening the door.]

Liam Riley || OC || Open || het for smut

[scots_fuzz]

03 - Hello Lovey

[huffpuffblonde]

She was midway through walking into his room when she stopped dead in the doorway, slapping a hand over her mouth to stop the laughter from coming out. Sure, the music was playing, but he was positively jamming, hip-rocking air-guitar jamming. It was a sight to behold.

[scots_fuzz]

Yes, he was jamming on his bed, it was epic, AC/DC was blasting from his stereo, and it was awesome!

There were hints that he'd been cleaning the flat all day, but apparently jamming to AC/DC was a wee bit more important at the moment...

[huffpuffblonde]

She couldn't help it. She really couldn't. He was wearing socks, his hair was in disarray from cleaning. She was pretty sure that was a mop he was using as a guitar.

She half-collapsed against the door frame, clutching her sides, just laughing.

Andrea C. Well | Four of Spades | House of Cards

[awearytraveler]

[Comes in young (abuddingspade), villain (anexoticdanger) and RENT (acuriousartist) versions.]

Playing with 02--mind something more seriousish?

[fallenpips]

[It's not really something silly that Isadore's wearing as she sits in her room and reads. It's a tank top and a pair of jeans--but that's something she'd never wear out into the Castle, for one significant reason: sleeves.

And the reason for all the long-sleeved shirts is readily visible from the doorway--the rows of scars down each arm, chevrons tightly nested from shoulder to elbow, from elbow to the back of the wrist. They've healed over the years, to thin ridges of pale pink on paler skin (never-sunned, always-hidden).

When she hears the door open, Isadore drops her book and crosses her arms self-consciously, hiding the scars as well as she can.]

Not at all!

[awearytraveler]

[Andrea had been very excited to show Isadore a book on flower language that she had found in the Spade Library. It was one she had read before and had beautiful illustrations and she always wanted to share her passion of flowers with someone.

She was so excited to share that she rushed in without considering the idea to knock and wait first. When she enters in without a thought and sees Isadore trying to hide her arms, and sees the arms herself, there is immediate regret all over her features and she shuts her eyes. The small book is held against her chest, like a small shield of sorts.]

I-I'm so sorry! I should have knocked, Isadore. [She'll be attempting to walk out backwards but since her eyes are closed, she fails at this.] I'll-- I'm-- This is-- I'm so, so sorry. I'll be going now.

[fallenpips]

[There's an audible, heavy sigh of relief when she sees it's Andrea, as opposed to...well, most people.]

No...come on in, if you want. [Andrea was someone she had considered telling about the scars in the past, and this wasn't a bad time. She's calm enough to tell her story, if pressed, and...frankly, she doubts that Andrea will press.] Please?