Monday / Little Black Dress

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Greetings, Earthlings! Today is Monday. I’m sharpiesgal and I’ll be your lovely host for this week.

My first theme will be Little Black Dress (everybody has that one particular article of clothing that is their go to piece for any ensemble). Prompts should have some relation to clothing or accessories.

The rules are as follows:

1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in a fandom.
3. Use the character's full name and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
5. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
6. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

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

Some examples to get the juices flowing:
MCU, Clint/Bruce, well worn purple shirt
Burn Notice, Michael/Fiona, every well dressed spy had a back up pair of sunglasses
Captain America, Steve Rogers, his shield was a prop before it became a weapon

We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.


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[katleept.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith Lehane, Black clothes make the woman.

[falkner]

any superhero series, any, switching costumes up on purpose

[falkner]

any superhero series, any, accidental costume switch-up

[caz251.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Toshiko, running in heels was easy.

[caz251.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, cowboy hat.

Fill: Star Trek: TOS, Kirk+Spock, :)

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

“Captain, may I inquire as to what you are wearing.”
“Spock, this is an old Earth relic, a cowboy hat!” Jim ran his fingers along the brim, grinning at Spock, “Looks mighty fine, don’ it?” He slipped into an American southern accent, somewhat similar to Bones’s accent.
“Hm.” Spock turned away from him, not gracing that question with a comment. Especially when that comment would most likely be something to the contrary.
“Well, even if you don’t like it, Spock you’re going to have to wear one too, for the mission!” He continued on grinning, as Spock turned away from his readings to face his captain again.
“I said nothing of the sort, Captain.”
“Well, something was definitely going through that head.”
“I was merely thinking your accent needs a bit of work.”
Kirk laughed, “Aww c’mon, my accent was perfect!”
Spock gave a tiny smile, “I must say, Captain, you are in an extremely pleasant mood today.”
“Well, I’ll be getting to see you in one of these, won’t I?!”

[caz251.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Draco, wearing muggle clothes.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/any male, seeing Chuck dressed all in black and strapped with weapons gets him crazy hot

Chuck/Casey, Crazy Hot

[caz251.livejournal.com]

It hits him out of the blue the first time that he thinks it, but before his brain has even finished the thought he knows he’s in trouble. Chuck, bedecked from head to toe in black, armed to the teeth, is a sight that leaves Casey breathless. It shouldn’t, but it does. Chuck is his asset, he shouldn’t be thinking about him in that way, even if he is mostly a spy these days. It doesn’t stop him thinking it though, but generally he is too busy to do anything about his thoughts at the time.

This time though the world didn’t need saving, there were no terrorist groups to take out, no data to gather. This time Casey was going to give in to the urges that overcame him when he saw Chuck dressed like that.

“Are you coming? Why aren’t you ready?” Chuck asked.

“I will be,” Casey growled as he pulled Chuck closer to him. “Upstairs! Now!”

“Casey, we’re going to be late. Morgan will never forgive me if we back out, this is his grand plan to take down LargeMart.” Chuck spoke, staring at the man wondering what had gotten into him.

Casey grunted before storming upstairs to change. He would go and crush their retail competitors, sexual frustration fuelling him no doubt, before dragging Chuck back home with him. He was then going to explain to the nerd, probably without words, how crazy hot his outfit got him.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal, Neal in a suit is a menace to his libido; Neal in paint-splattered bluejeans is devastating

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Peter," Neal said, turning around as Peter walked in. "Almost done with the reproduction."

Peter stared for a moment. Neal was wearing nothing but a pair of dark jeans, splattered with white and gray and red paint. Some paint was on his body too, a smear of gray on his foot, a splatter of white crossing the waist of his jeans onto the side of the stomach.

Peter felt the sudden urge to run his fingers through all that wet paint.

"Peter? Are you okay?" Neal looked... perceptive. Amused, maybe.

"You look like a mess is all," Peter grumbled. "Not used to it."

"As long as that's all it is," Neal said with a far-too-knowing shrug, then turned back to the painting he was finishing.

Peter sat down on Neal's couch and tried to look at anything but Neal.

He didn't quite succeed.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Barry/Eddie, boxing sessions turn into spontaneous sex so often, that now just seeing Eddie's undershirt gets Barry harder than it probably should

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Ed misses Winry's black miniskirt.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Sam Axe+Any, Hawaiian flower shirts are part of his uniform.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Star Trek TOS, Spock+Any, "Do we ever see you out of uniform?"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Ensemble or Eliot Spencer+/Parker+/Alec Hardison, You can't wear that again!

Drabble fill

[marlex.livejournal.com]

"Parker, you can't wear that again."

"Why not?"

"Because Hardison can't concentrate on the job when you're wearing that dress."

"Yes, he can."

"Hardison?"

"Oh, sorry, what?"

"See!"

"Fine."

"Parker! I didn't mean take it off right here!"

"Take it off, put it on, make up your mind."

"At least put some underwear on."

"Fine."

"Oh great, now look what you've done. You broke Hardison."

"Hardison?"

"Hardison?"

"Hardison?"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark+Any(/Pepper Potts), "I can't go home with blood on my ____, Pepper'll kill me."

Fill (and a very late one at that!)

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

"I can't go home with blood on my shirt, Pepper'll kill me." Tony's voice is a whine when he speaks and it takes everything in him not to roll his eyes.

Rhodey stares at Tony's puppy dog eyes for a full minute before he finally relents with a sigh.

"Fine," he begins, waving his hand around in a tired gesture, and turns to go prepare the guest room, "you can stay the night at my place then."

He does roll his eyes when he hears Tony's not so quiet cheer of yes behind him, punctuated with what he imagines to be an air fist pump, but that doesn't stop the fond smile from spreading across his face.

[livingtolaugh.livejournal.com]

Justified, Raylan + any, he looks wrong without the hat

[livingtolaugh.livejournal.com]

Once Upon a Time, Killian "Captain Hook" Jones/Emma Swan, they share a love of eye-liner and leather jackets

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Let me," she said, taking the eyeliner wand from him and applying it evenly on his lashes.

"I've been doing my own eyes for over a century, you realize," he says, smiling as he closes his eyes.

"You've been doing it wrong for over a century," she says with a smirk.

"Keep it up, Swan, and I won't let you borrow my jacket."

She winks at him. "Yes, you will."

[livingtolaugh.livejournal.com]

The Originals, Elijah, Sharp dressed man

[ncisvu-lj.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tony, lucky underwear

[ncisvu-lj.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Team or any, taking casual Friday a little too far

Fill- Casual Friday, PG

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

“Yeah, Abby was just telling me that-” McGee said before suddenly going quiet, mouth open and eyes wide.

Bishop frowned. “Was telling you what, McGee?” she asked. He didn’t answer. “Are you ok?”

“I just… behind you,” McGee said faintly, pointing back toward the elevator.

Bishop turned in her seat, then froze. She knew exactly what McGee was talking about and she already kind of wished she could wash her eyes out with bleach. Wincing, she turned back. “DiNozzo,” she called, glad her voice was steady, “what are you wearing? You should probably change before Gibbs gets here.”

“You don’t like my outfit?” DiNozzo asked, stopping right in front of her desk. She resolutely did not look at him. “It’s casual Friday!”

“I don’t think that’s exactly the casual they meant, Tony,” McGee drawled. He sounded calm, but Bishop could see he was also avoiding looking at DiNozzo head on.

There was a resounding thwap, and everyone’s attention went back to DiNozzo, who was rubbing the back of his head. Gibbs was standing right behind him, frowning. “What the hell are you wearing?” Gibbs demanded.

DiNozzo shrugged, looking chastised. “A speedo, boss? It’s for casual Friday.”

“Can’t get much more casual than that,” McGee quipped, wilting a little when Gibbs turned his glare on him.

“Change,” Gibbs ordered, heading for his desk. “Now.”

“Yes, boss,” DiNozzo said, visibly deflating as he went to his desk and pulled out an extra set of clothes. Bishop averted her eyes as he passed. No one needed to see that much of their coworker.

[ncisvu-lj.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, Steve wears cargo pants on their date. Danny does not approve.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Young Wizards, Nita/Kit, prom dress

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/Darcy, the first time he saw her really dressed up

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any, uniform

Fill: They fit those things? - Battle Creek, Milt UST

[cghardy.livejournal.com]

Russ still had his uniform.

Milt had been pulled in early for a phone call where the other side started yelling their frustrations at him and he didn't change from his normal tone. Inside, he was planning methods of attack and what to get from a cafe that actually served something he could stomach. Stress was a killer and he only balanced out with the meals and workouts to keep his body fit. When the other agent finally managed to hang up from his ranting, he looked up to check with Meredith for anything new. What happened was he had a clean view to the other side of the hallway.

Something was going on, as the detectives weren't wearing the suits that were normal for day to day wear. Instead, they were wearing uniforms. Font was pulling on sleeves that were too tight for his arms. Funkhauser and Jacocks were waiting 'patiently', their suits barely worn. Martin's, Niblet, he likes the nickname Niblet, was a little big on him. He couldn't see the commander, or Russ. Holly finally showed, her uniform pressed and new. Guziewicz came out in an older version than her subordinates, but she still fit even with a little stretching from her height. Russ was the last one out, not happy at the situation and picking at his sleeves, although he was trying to get cuffs on instead.

He focused on Russ, the suit around the same age as Guziwicz's. His was slightly more faded, as if it had been in the closet for too long or in the sun for a few weeks. It was still in great condition, even if it was slightly straining at added bulk from the man running around and eating a couple of cakes more than he should. It was still as if he had gotten it fitted for his physique. Everything was taken care of, polished, no visible stains. It was a surprise, this coming from the man that ate evidence off of a gun and balanced egg sandwiches on coffee cups.

A part of him realized he was staring, like the high school teen that he had supposedly grown out of in college. He was using analyst skills to comb over his legs, up his backside and over his shoulders to his face, which was clean of bruises and nicks. Thankfully, the guy didn't look over, or he would have noticed one 'annoying' admirer. Russ was one of the last ones out of the hall, dreading the destination. Oh dear god. Why me? Why this place? They wanted to get rid of me this bad? Why just across the state? Why not South Dakota or Idaho? I am going to pay for this sooner or later. Fudge, fudge, shnikes.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/Darcy, wearing one of his shirts...only one of his shirts

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural: Sam/Dean(Or Sam & Dean), Dean wearing Sam’s hoodie

Fill: No wincest, just platonic (hope you like it :)

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

“Dude, this thing should not be this baggy on me!” Sam looked up at his brother, surprised to see Dean sporting his hoodie.
“Man, why are you wearing my hoodie?” Sam asked in annoyance.
“Mine got pretty scorched, not really all that useful anymore.” Sam looked at where the tattered remains of the jacket had been discarded on the floor, and ok, he conceded, it was very unusable.
“I mean, yeah you’re tall, but I’m not that much smaller than you.” Dean said astonished and frustrated at the hoodie that was practically eating him.
Sam looked back over at him and snorted, “You look ridiculous.” he didn’t even try to hide the laughter in his voice.
“Shut up, bitch.” Dean glared over his shoulder at him.
“Jerk.” Sam grinned at the glower.
Dean grabbed his bag from the bed and walked out the door, “Let’s hit the road, Sasquatch!” He called.
Sam gathered his stuff and followed his brother out of the room, “You look like you might be drowning Dean.” This earned him another death-glare, this time over the hood of the Impala as Dean got in.
“You’re the one who’s not normal proportions!” Dean replied as he got in the car and slammed the door.
“Or maybe like a swaddled baby.” Sam said thoughtfully as he got in shotgun.
Dean ignored him this time, and just pulled out of the parking lot. Sam patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, “We’ll buy you a smaller one in the next town.” He laughed again as Dean grumbled.