Thursday: Clothes make the (wo)man

[lynne-monstr.livejournal.com]

Hello there, everyone. I’m lynne_monstr, and the prompt for today is Clothes make the (wo)man.

Whether you’re going undercover, dressing to impress, or just need to replace those shoes/pants/glasses that got ruined chasing down the bad/good guys, we all wear clothes (unless maybe you’re Jack Harkness). So tell me,*wink, wink*, what are you wearing?

The Rules!
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Have some prompts to get things going:
Hetalia, Prussia, Dressing in his old military uniform, he can almost pretend his life means something again.
The Pretender, Jarod/Miss Parker, I want a girl with a mind like a diamond. (from Cake’s “Short Skirt, Long Jacket")
Any, Any, I thought about a life of crime but didn’t think I could handle the dry cleaning bill.

Not a fan of today’s prompt? Then check out the unfilled prompts at the lonely prompt archive for some extra inspiration.

Have fun!

tag=clothes

Comments

[lynne-monstr.livejournal.com]

Hetalia, Prussia, Dressing in his old military uniform, he can almost pretend his life means something again.

[lynne-monstr.livejournal.com]

The Pretender, Jarod/Miss Parker, I want a girl with a mind like a diamond. (from Cake’s “Short Skirt, Long Jacket")

[lynne-monstr.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, I thought about a life of crime but didn’t think I could handle the dry cleaning bill.

not a fill but...

[poestheblackcat.livejournal.com]

Your icon! Lord Peter Wimsey?

[lynne-monstr.livejournal.com]

Hetalia, France (+/Any), the crotch-rose will always be his favorite accessory. He doesn’t understand why it causes such a stir.

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel, Sometimes his trenchcoat feels like armour

[lynne-monstr.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock(+/Any), The first time he showed up to a crime scene he was wearing jeans. He never made that mistake again.

[radondoran.livejournal.com]

Phineas and Ferb, Heinz Doofenshmirtz, when he started wearing lab coats every day

[selmak.livejournal.com]

Harry potter, Yaxley, Mother told him to never underestimate the intimidation factor of a sharp suit.

[radondoran.livejournal.com]

Gravity Falls, Mabel, Sweater Town

[cordialcount]

Loveless, Ritsu +/ Soubi, the stylistic marks Ritsu left on him

[radondoran.livejournal.com]

Scooby-Doo, the gang, Fred and Daphne give Shaggy fashion advice

[tardisjournal.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Ianto, The first time he put on a suit

No fill.....................................yet

[iantojjackh.livejournal.com]

Grrr. This is why I should not go on LJ at work.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Dean, he was a ‘shifter all along

[tigriswolf]

Glee, author’s choice, anything in Tina’s hallucination ‘verse

[tigriswolf]

Political Animals, TJ + Douglas, he wears it like a second skin – there’s always an evil twin

[tigriswolf]

White Collar/Inception(/RED), Neal&Arthur as Frank's twin sons, well dressed

[tigriswolf]

Amazing Spider-Man (2012), Peter, the suit

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Dark Knight Rises, Selina/Bruce, little black dress

FILLED: Little black dress Selina/Bruce PG

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

After Florence, they go to Milan, where even off the peg is high quality and the boutiques and the assistants know it. But Selina knows what she wants too and shakes off the suggestion that she tries this season’s peplums. She’s been wearing more color since leaving Gotham, but a girl’s got to have a little black dress in her case.

“I want something a little more classic,” she says in a tone of voice that says she has the credit card to back up her demand. The shop assistant stops being snooty, takes her to the changing area and brings her a selection. Selina looks through them, lets most of them hang and only tries on the one. She looks at herself in the mirror, turning this way, that way, assessing.

She doesn’t think about how this will fly with society matrons or philandering husbands or what covers she can use it for. She sees that it flatters her, that the cut does its work subtly. She likes the way she stands in it.

The credit card is good – Bruce and she have a slightly different idea about what an emergency fund covers, but by the end of the month, she will have worn this dress, he will have admired her in it and one of them, or maybe both, will have taken it off. She smiles.

“The signora will take it?” The assistant asks, knowing the answer.

Selina nods. A woman needs her little black dress, after all.

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

Green Day, Billie Joe/Tre, There's just something about Tre in women's clothing that gets to Billie

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne(/Parrish), Dress Blues


yes I know I've prompted this before - but hey! Lorne in dress blues!

No fill (YET!), but...

[squidgiepdx]

...I know you've prompted it. And I know I've written DressBlues!Lorne before. But it still needs even more stories! :)

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

Law and Order: SVU, John Munch (/Fin), seeing Munch without his usual suit and tie

Stripped (PG, Much/Fin)

[afullmargin.livejournal.com]

(So, I've been working on a Fin voice... this is what came out. And seriously, I've got several of your prompts marked. I love this pairing far too much.)

The first time it was an accident, in almost a year of… whatever the hell it was… I’d never seen him outta that damn suit. Sure, his tie all loose and sometimes hanging off the bedpost or whatever – buttons open showing off his chest – but it wasn’t the same. That all started with John in a suit. Always a damn suit.

I got coffee, we’d been called in on a case just after sunrise and if anything was gonna soften the blow of waking up to a double homicide it’s a cup of that expensive organic coffee delivered by someone you like more than most people. I didn’t call ahead, he gave me a key so I put it to use.

“I don’t do wakeup sex,” John murmured from the small table where he was bent over the paper with a well-loved coffee mug, not even bothering to look when I let myself in; “I hope you brought breakfast.”

“No such luck,” I responded automatically, trying not to stare when he shifted on his chair and all I could see was an undershirt hanging off his bony shoulders and bare legs leading up to a pair of sorry cotton boxers. Now, I never said John’s ‘sexy’ – it aint like that, he doesn’t do ‘sexy’ save maybe when he gets that look in his eye when he’s in the mood and looks at you like he could go off at any minute – but there was something about it, the way he just sat there and turned to the editorials.

“Can you believe this? The mayor says he wants to clean up Time’s Square and junkies are writing in to the editor.” He gestured at the paper and then idly scratched his chest and the image was… damn near indecent. I mean, it shouldn’t be a big deal but there’s just something about seeing him stripped down that’s even hotter than when he looks up at me on his knees.

Okay, maybe not hotter – but right about there.

When I didn’t answer, he turned and looked at me with an eyebrow arching over his glasses – and I’ll be damned if he didn’t smirk like he could read my mind. “Earth to Fin – I take it this isn’t a social call?”

Shaken out of my mind following a track not meant for five o’clock in the morning, I put his coffee on the table and pushed aside the mug that had gone cold. “Double homicide, couple of pros.”

“Raped?” He frowned and sniffed the latte, accepting it without comment. I thought I answered, but I was distracted by pull of his shirt when he took a drink – it was like watching those anatomy videos where you see the exposed muscles move, his thin arms and the tug of his throat as he swallowed fully visible without the tie and jacket to hide them. A worn, naked foot tapped against the floor before he added; “What’re you looking at? I brushed my hair.”

He had, too – but I think it might have been too much to see that gray hair all snarled and sticking up from sleeping on it. “Put some clothes on, man.”

“Does it bother you to see me in my underwear?” He frowned, but it was that playful sort of frown he got when he was teasing me; “You know normal couples actually see each other naked from time to time.”

“Since when are we normal?” I smiled, just a little too pleased when his frown curled up and he let out one of those raspy half-laughs he does when he’s trying not to admit he’s amused. “It’s just weird is all. Come on, we gotta hit the working girls before quitting time.”

“You’re so romantic, you always know just what to say…”

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, David wears a tuxedo to their wedding

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Skyfall, James Bond/Q, a man in a suit

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Skyfall, Q/James Bond, Q in a dress

Fill: Out to Lunch

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

At first James doesn't really notice. The office is full of people, and the dress isn't especially flashy. His peripheral vision sees a bird in a sensible dark blue dress and puts her out of his mind as quickly as he noticed her.

It isn't until lunch that he gets a better look, and finds out that the "woman" is actually Q. Not only is he wearing a dark blue dress in the style of a woman from the 40s, long skirt that goes slightly past his knees and a buttoned up collar, he's also got one of those little feathered things in his hair. A fascinator, Eve was telling him, made explosively popular after the Royal Wedding. It's nowhere near as elaborate as those, a couple peacock feathers and some sequins, but still, it's there.

Q is walking a little different, as he makes his way to the breakroom. He's not wearing heels, but the wedge-like shoes give him an extra inch or so. His glasses are even a different style, more retro and delicate.

Q looks up when James sits down at the table with him. Q has lunch from home, soup and a sandwich. He's paused with his spoon halfway to his lips. He's not wearing obvious makeup, a slight tint to his cheeks and eyes, the hint of mascara, a soft pink on his lips so subtle that James almost misses it.

"Mr. Bond," Q says cautiously.

"Mind if I join you?" James asks.

"That all depends," Q says, eyes hard. "Are you going to insult me and ask pointed questions about my sexual preferences?" there's an edge to his voice, tense and ready to go on the defensive.

"No … I wanted to ask you if I'd been using the wrong pronouns. If you let me know which you prefer, I'd be happy to follow your wishes."

Q blinks, then slowly puts his spoon down. "I … it's not …" he sighs, and fiddles with his sandwich. "Sometimes, I wake up and I feel … more like this. And some days I wake up and I want to dress like you've come to expect me to. It's not something I can narrow down to specific labels, and trust me, I've tried." Q sips his soup, eyes lowered. James can definitely see eyeshadow now, trace amounts skillfully applied.

"So, male pronouns, and I'll call you 'Q' regardless of your attire?" James pressed after a lengthy pause.

"Yes. Thank you for … asking. Really. Most people just avoid talking about it, or looking at me for too long."

James takes out his own lunch. They discuss the political climate in Australia, the going rate of black market diamonds, and George from accounting's explosive office relationship. James tries to clear their trash and Q gives him a playful jab to the arm.

"You don't have to be a gentleman on my account, Mr. Bond," Q says, gathering his tupperware up.

"But what if I want to be?" James smiles gently.

Q blushes and ducks his head, and heads back to his office.

Q comes to work the next day in slacks and a vest. James eats lunch with him again, and the next day, and then invites him to the restaurant around the corner. Sometimes Q wears a dress and a fascinator, but James holds the door for him whatever he's wearing.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any; any; the heroic thing is hell on the wardrobe.

Torchwood | Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones

[mtxref-fic.livejournal.com]

If Ianto found another bullet hole, blood stain, or a burn caused by some nameless bit of alien technology on Jack's greatcoat, he would likely scream. At least once a week, he had to make minute repairs, either darning the wool or restitching the seams or replacing whole panels of the cloth. Normally, he didn't mind: the coat was Jack's signature garment, and except for the warmest days in summer when Jack shed the coat, he couldn't imagine the man wearing any other outer garment. But the effort Ianto put into repairing the coat often seemed one stitch ahead of the next round of damage.

He was seated at his workstation, busy putting the last stitches in the gusset of the coat, when a shadow fell over him.

"Clothing repairs falling under 'other duties as assigned'?" Jack asked, standing behind Ianto's chair. "I've got a few shirts to add to the list, after you snapped more than a few buttons off when you tore it off me."

"Those don't count: I only repair things damaged in the line of duty," Ianto replied, not looking up. "Could you kindly move aside? Your head is in my light."

Jack obliged, perching himself on the edge of Ianto's desk, just missing the pincushion on the desktop. "Remind me not to peel, the next time we have an alien with acid gunk oozing from its skin. It'd save you the trouble of making repairs. And the rest of you would have a nice view -- "

"Hush. You'd get your handsome arse arrested for indecent exposure," Ianto shot back.

((The rest can be read Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/200116.html).))