Wednesday: Dressing Up

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Hi, I'm still badfalcon and welcome to Wednesday. Today we're going to be dressing up. Whether it's fancy dress, smart dressed for an event, dressed up in the bedroom... if its to do with clothing then this here's the place for it.

Just remember to place them in the correct format:
RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, He's starting to think someone has a thing about him in uniform - but Steve has no complaints
Criminal Minds/NCIS, Garcia/Abby, she loves the way she looks and the clothes she wears

Please be kind to our codemonkeys, only three prompts per fandom, and only five prompts. If one of them is filled, you can go ahead and post another. Play fair!

And if you don't see anything that you like, you can always go through our Lonely Prompts

Have fun!

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[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, He's starting to think someone has a thing about him in uniform - but Steve has no complaints

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds/NCIS, Garcia/Abby, she loves the way she looks and the clothes she wears

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

True Blood, Bill/Eric, "Why can't we go to that Halloween party as ourselves?"

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Sam, They have no choice but to dress up as clowns on a case.

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lucifer/any, Plastic horns and devil tail.

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel/any, He is naked under his trenchcoat.

[chickenperson52.livejournal.com]

Sailor Moon, any senshi, how impractical are these stupid uniforms

[lunasol28.livejournal.com]

Rei tugs on the end of her red skirt before giving up and sighing. She likes short skirts, not as much as Serena, but she does like them. It's just the stupid skirts on their sailor uniforms are ridiculously short and quite impractical to fight in. How exactly is she supposed deliver a roundhouse kick to some baddie's face without giving him a pantie shot in the process? Frustrated, she powers down and gathers her things.

Serena comes running up to her, blonde hair swinging and her trademark confused look on her face. "Where you going, Rei? We're in the middle of practice."

"I'm going to the store. I need to buy some spanks."

"Oh," Serena says. Her mouth makes a little puckered sound when it closes. She stares for a minute before reaching down into her bag. Serena pulls out some money and hands it to Rei. "Can you buy me some too? These skirts are ridiculous."

Rei smiles and takes the money before turning to the others. "Do you guys want some too?" There is a chorus of yeses before more money is placed in Rei's hand. She counts it to make sure she has enough which she does but there seems to be some missing.

"Amy, you don't want any spanks?"

Amy looks down and blushes. "No, I don't do that much kicking in battle and I quite like the breeze that wafts through so..."

Rei bites her lip so she doesn't laugh and gives a little nod before going on her way.

It's always the quiet ones, Rei thinks.

[mute90.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Castiel, Sam teaches him how to fix his tie.

[chickenperson52.livejournal.com]

Sex and the City, Carrie, dressed to impress

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Wolverine/Angel, Angel decides to wear Wolverine's clothes; Wolverine likes it.

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

More than half asleep and less then semi-conscious Logan frowned when he moved his arm and found the other side of the bed empty and cold which meant that Angel hadn't just taken a short trip to the bathroom.
If there was anything Logan found really, deeply annoying about the boy then it was his habit to get up at inhumanly early times.
He half opened an eye, saw Angel standing not far from the bed and grumbled:
"What the hell are you doing kid?"
Angel laughed lightly and Logan felt the bed dip under Angel's weight. Angel laughed again as he straddled Logan's lap, which made Logan open both eyes properly.
"Do you like it?" Angel asked with a seductive smile. He wore one of Logan's jeans which was too wide for him even with a belt and hang very low on his narrow hips. And even with his wings underneath it Angel's upper body nearly vanished in Logan's bulky leather jacket.
Damn him if that wasn't the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He grabbed Angel's waist with both hands to keep him from moving while breathing in the intoxicating mixture of his leather jacket and Angel's skin.
"This really does it for you, doesn't it?" Angel smirked and ground down experimentally. His smirk widened to a grin:
"I thought you said six am is too early for morning sex."
"Kid, if you dare to stop now..." Logan threatened but Angel's expression was one of pure guilelessness and utter innocence.
"I'm merely following your rules." He reminded Logan, who growled and flipped them around.
"Hey." Angel protested: "I'm not the one who gets aroused by you wearing my clothes. Not that my clothes would fit you."
Logan slipped his hand under the jeans without opening the belt first.
"Neither do mine." Logan told him with a smirk. Angel surrendered with a sigh:
"Okay, okay. You have won. Can we have sex now?"
"You're insatiable, aren't you?"
"As if you're complaining." Angel tried to wiggle out of the jacket but Logan stopped him.
"Leave it." He told him and opened the belt.

[chickenperson52.livejournal.com]

Hellsing, Alucard, what on earth are you wearing

[lovesrogue36.livejournal.com]

Season 3 spoilers, I suppose



Leverage, Nate/Sophie, he came home from prison to find his closet full of her things

Coming home is not always so simple

[(Anonymous)]

"what the..." Nate gasped as he stared at the mass of dresses and costumes he knew were most definitely not his, "Sophie!" "Yes?" Sophie asked as she magically appeared by his side to view his closet with him. "What happened to my closet?" Nate demanded angrily. "It looks like somebody put their con outfits in it," Sophie commented with a smirk. "Why are they in my closet?" Nate demanded heatedly. "Hmm," the grifter paused as if in thought before indulging the man in an answer, "I have absolutely no idea, Nate. Could it be that somebody's apartment was blown up? Maybe it's because somebody just needed the extra space?" "Sophie..." the mastermind warned immediately knowing where this one was going. "Or maybe," Sophie continued with practiced ease, "just maybe, somebody decided to lie to his team and land himself in prison and another somebody decided to use the empty space for her own personal benefit?" "Sophie," Nate sighed as the issue raised itself again, "I had to..." "I honestly have no idea why there is a woman's many articles of clothing in your closet, Nate," Sophie continued with a smirk, "but I can assure you that they are not leaving anytime soon." "Still miffed about the kiss, huh?" Nate asked guiltily. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," Sophie replied with a shake of her head as she sashayed her way out of the room with the mastermind's eyes forced to watch in eager disappointment. Yep, Nate thought sadly, still mad.

[bishojo-kitsune.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Gang, They all suit up except Barney

[bitwhizzle.livejournal.com]

"Barney, I can't believe you're not going to wear one!"
"Uh, Ted, do I LOOK like I belong in one of those suits?"
"But, Barney, we're ALL wearing them!" Lily argued.
"Yes, yes, you are."
"It's for a good cause, Barney...suit up." Robin said flatly.
"No thank you."
"Barney," Marshall started, "everyone is counting on us to do this."
"You four are doing it. That's plenty."
"Barney! All of us!"
"Again, no thank you."
"But, Barney," Lily said sadly, "I thought we'd all agreed!"
"YOU all agreed. I merely stood by and watched when you did."
"Fine," Ted said suddenly. "But, you are MISSING out! This is going to be so much fun!"
"Yeah!" Robin agreed.
"I'm sure," Barney nodded. "Before you head off, how about a picture? You know, for the kids." He pulled out a camera and snapped a shot of the four friends. "You know Ted, I think your nose is on crooked."
Ted glared at Barney and fixed his red nose. "Let's go clowns," he said, and opened the door. The four clowns filed through the door and Barney waved.
"Bye Bozos!" He grinned and closed the door.

[jokers-daughter.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason/(Bruce, Tim, Dick, or Roy), looking sharp like James Bond

[darkeyedresolve.livejournal.com]

Dress Me Up

(Either Jason lived AU/ or more reformed Red Rood AU)


Jason hated this overly stuffy and snooty affairs that Bruce seemed to enjoy. He didn't have the same, psychotic, ability to separate himself and turn on another persona. He partly admired and resented
Bruce for being able to do that.

Steam rolled out of his bathroom, as he walked in to his room. He was working in the soft, terry cotton towel into his hair so he didn't even see Bruce sitting on the bed.

"You don't really respect appointment times, do you?" Bruce stated in his annoying matter of fact way, there was just no room for argument.

"You should really knock before entering someone's room," Jason lowered the towel and tossed it on the ground. Brazen and nude, Jason walked over to the elegant, cherry wood drawer and opened it to find a pair of trunks.

"Not when its my house," Bruce looked down at his thousand dollar cuff links, though he could watch Jason's ass more temptingly as the younger man slide on his underwear, "And you are being rude."

"Are you fucking crazy?" Jason looks at Bruce in the mirror as he finishes pulling on his underwear, "You are the one sitting on my bed as I get dressed."

"Which I wouldn't need to do if you had been on time." Bruce kept his voice as smooth as well aged whiskey as he moved from the bed and began to unzip the garment bad that hung on the wall. The bag's content spilled in into his hands, the beautifully cut Italian suit.

"I fell asleep in the tub," Jason shrugged his powerful shoulders and smirked as he leaned against the drawer, "Happens all the time."

Bruce didn't respond as he slowly took the suit apart, as if he was peeling the petals of a rose. With pristine white dress shirt in hand, he moved with his panther like slink around Jason. He didn't bother to ask permission as he lifted Jason's arm and slid it into the sleeve.

"You going to dress me now?" Jason was annoyed but he didn't pull away as his torso was wrapped in tailored perfection.

"Quicker this way, you can't be trusted." Bruce ran his hand absently over the planes of Jason's chest and down his carved stomach. With his well trained hands, the buttons were slotted into place.

"Fuck you." Jason had to grunt as his body shivered from the touch. He didn't know what to feel from Bruce's immense arrogance, anger or lust.

"Wasted too much time, Jason." Bruce held open the black pants and waited as Jason's stepped his powerful legs inside. Standing behind the younger man, Bruce pressed into the firm ass as his hands button and zipped him up.

"Perv..." Jason tried to focus on how much he was pissed off but he could feel his crotch tightening instead.

Bruce moved quickly, and too the untrained eye, every touched seemed to be goaled with making Jason presentable. He fastened in the cuff links but not before rubbing gentle circles along Jason's wrist. Bruce brushed his fingers against the younger man's neck while fixing his bow tie.

"Almost done." Bruce eased Jason into the black, suit jacket and moved him over to the mirror.

"Well...this does look rather good on me." Looking at himself in the full length mirror, Jason Todd had been wiped clean of his origins. You couldn't see the streets on him, at least not in his clothing. The dark blue eyes were still swirling with his reckless spirit and not yet cooled to the stagnant of entitled elite.

With his fingers slicked with gel, Bruce used his free hand to pull Jason against him with a firm hand on his lower back. He took the young man's lips into his own and his fingers slid back through Jason's dark hair. Jason sucked and licked back at Bruce's invading tongue, he was ready to get this suit ruined. After working Jason's hair back, Bruce broke their kiss and stepped away as he admired his handiwork.

"Rushed but it will do." Bruce wiped his hand off on the Jason had left on the ground.

"Always such a flatter." Jason rolled his eyes as as he followed Bruce out of his room and into the drunk and wealthy masses.

[thefannishwaldo.livejournal.com]

NCIS: LA, G/Sam, Sam's dress uniform

[bishojo-kitsune.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Whiskey/Perin, Meeting at a gala engagement

[thefannishwaldo.livejournal.com]

NCIS: LA, any, This time it isn't Kensi who has to wear a swimsuit undercover.

[thefannishwaldo.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Neal/Peter, to Neal a good suit is a suit of armor.

To Neal a good suit is a suit of armour, WC, Neal/Peter

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

He dresses carefully in the mornings. Stands in front of the full length mirror in the apartment June's letting him stay in and slides the items of clothing on one at a time, settling each piece into place before moving on to the next.

The suit pants with the belt, then the shirt with its cufflinks. Then the socks, one under the tracking anklet, and the tie, knotting the latter precisely before he folds the collar of the shirt down over it.

Neal likes the days he wears a waistcoat over the shirt best. It's an added layer of, well, warmth but also protection. Another thing that he can keep between himself and the FBI agents he comes into contact with on a daily basis. It's not that they hate him, as such - Neal's known real hate in his life and this isn't it - but it's that they despise him, almost, for being a criminal, a con man, and what if he's just conning Peter and the rest of them? To be despised and looked down on like that is almost worse than being hated.

Jones and Cruz aren't so bad - to them Neal's almost like a little brother recently adopted into their family, nevermind that Neal was there for that last case with Diana and therefore a part of Peter's strange little team before Cruz was tapped to join. Jones is sweet and lovely and never treats Neal like the tracking anklet is the only thing he sees when he looks at him. Hughes is...tolerent, which is really the most Neal can hope for from their boss.

But there's always someone, something. A quiet whisper as Neal enters the office. A muffled snigger, the way some agents refuse to help him when he's looking for files. The way their eyes flick down to his ankle as if they're looking for the tell-tale bulge of the anklet under his clothes. And it's not even confined to the department - there's the local cops and the agents in other divisions and...

Enough self-pity. Neal Caffrey's better than that.

He stands up straight and throws on his most dazzling smile as he looks in the mirror. The smile looks a little desperate but it's not anything that would be noticable to anyone but Neal with his trained eye.

And Peter. Obviously.

The older man comes up to stand behind Neal, wrapping his arms around Neal's waist.

"Peter..." Neal starts, his tone warning. He's getting ready for the day - can't Peter see that? He needs time to assemble his armour.

"Neal," Peter says, mocking Neal's inflection. He presses a kiss to the nape of Neal's neck and his arms tighten their hold.

Then he lets go and steps back - not so far that Neal can't still see him in the mirror.

And maybe that's it. Neal's subtly mocked in the office and undermined in meetings but Peter stands behind him all the way, doesn't he? Just like he's doing in a more literal way right now.

Peter holds out the suit jacket as Neal stands up from tying his shoelaces and Neal slides his arms into it. It fits perfectly, clinging smoothly to all the right places. He does, though he says it himself, look amazing.

One more minute standing in front of the mirror, hands at his sides so that they don't flutter over his tie and waistcoat and hair and betray the nervousness that's always just under the surface. Just one more minute and Neal can take a deep breath and bring together that devil-may-care Neal Caffrey attitude that everyone expects him to hold on to, even when they're gossiping behind his back.

He turns to the door that Peter's holding open for him and stops when Peter holds out The Hat. The, because it's the hat Neal wears when he's feeling a little shaky, a little unsure of himself and his place in this strange new world of law enforcement at Peter's side. Neal takes it with a smile - less brilliant than the dazzling grin he uses to con and charm but perhaps more real. He spins it and places it on his head, running his finger along the brim to settle it and Neal catches Peter's amused eyeroll and his fond smile.

"Ready?" Peter asks, and Neal nods and allows Peter to hold the door for him. They walk down the stairs together, side by side with Peter's hand hovering at the small of Neal's back - just barely touching. Neal can almost imagine that he can feel the heat from that hand and maybe this is enough.

[mute90.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Chris & sisters, He comes back from the underworld dressed like a dark-lighter.

[jokers-daughter.livejournal.com]

DCU, Ra's/Tim, cloak

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

Gormenghast, the Prunesquallors, Irma's party: "A sartorial mirage"

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Bones; Booth/Brennan; She wears the Wonder Woman costume for him

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Labyrinth; Jareth/Toby; They make a bet - the loser must wear Sarah's ballgown

[cedara]

NuTrek or TOS, Spock/McCoy, Spock can't work out how to wear a tux properly.

[cedara]

Lie to Me, Cal/Gillian, Foster looks stunning in her evening wardrobe.