Thursday: Sharp Dressed Man/Little Black Dress

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Hello, everyone. I’m still oh_mcgee and today's theme is Sharp Dressed Man/Little Black Dress. Basically, today's prompts should be centered around clothing of any sort and as always, interpret that however you wish!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Kingsman: Secret Service, Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, "I ain't wearing no skirt, guv."
Batman (comics), Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, learning how to do laundry when Alfred's away/sick
DCU, Dinah Lance/Steph Brown, short skirt long jacket

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[daria234.livejournal.com]

Any, any male/any male, he likes wearing his partner's T-shirts to bed

FILL: Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec,

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

Alec had seen Magnus' collection of sleepwear, it was just as bright and glittery as his outfits, so it never failed to surprise him when he would walk into the bedroom and find Magnus asleep and wearing one of Alec's fading black shirts that was practically a short nightgown on the warlock. Alec set his bow aside and stripped down, crawling into bed. Magnus blinked his eyes opened and smiled sleepily at him, scooting over and snuggling up to Alec.

"You're finally home," Magnus yawned, throwing an arm over Alec. "You missed dinner."

"I know. I'm sorry," Alec mumbled, running his fingers along Magnus' side. Alec shirt was such a contrast from what he was used to seeing Magnus in. It didn't fit his bright personality. "You're wearing one of my shirts again." Magnus nodded, letting out another yawn and closing his eyes. "Why do you do that?"

"Because when you're not around and I can still be surrounded by you at night," Magnus replied, starting to fall back asleep.

Alec couldn't help but smile and pressed a kiss to Magnus' forehead. "I love you," he whispered, pulling Magnus closer and closing his eyes.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Any, any male/any, spanking while wearing leather gloves

[daria234.livejournal.com]

ETA the male can be either role (a reply was screened, so the question isn't showing up)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The Flash/Arrow/Legends of Tomorrow 'verse, any male/male, one is naked while the other is fully dressed

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Any, any female character, she loves wearing arm-length gloves

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU or Agents of SHIELD, any ot3, you sure clean up nice (i.e., a couple see how nice a third character looks in their nice clothes, and decides that it's finally time to follow through on their plans to seduce the third)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Starman (1994 run), The Shade/Jack Knight, that damned suit

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman: TAS, Bruce Wayne/Eddie Nygma, fantasies about the Batman suit

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Barry Allen/Hartley Rathaway, admiring Barry’s ass in the suit

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Barry Allen/Eobard Thawne, sex with both of them in costume

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Supergirl (TV), Kara Danvers/Lucy Lane, Lucy is secretly super attracted to Kara’s evil catsuit but isn’t sure how to approach it

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

Any, Any ot3, which one only ever wears a t-shirt and jeans, which one only ever wears black and which one always looks pretty fashionable

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Mind if i original fic this?

And what do you mean by black?

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers or Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes (or Sam/Bucky/Steve), Sam's old faded blue jeans

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, Victoria Hand/any Marvel female character (except Skye), glasses!kink

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Kingsman: The Secret Service, Merlin/Eggsy Unwin, the first time Eggsy sees Merlin wear a waistcoat, he cannot look away

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Donald Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, Donald feels awful because he accidentaly ruined the tie that was a gift from Timothy

Fill: Donald Strachey Mysteries - Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan - Tied In Knots

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Donald loved the tie. Not only because it was made out of silk and was easily the best thing in his wardrobe, but because it had been a gift from Timmy. Not any gift, a just because one.

"Because I liked it."

"Because the blue is a perfect match for your eyes."

"Because you don't have very many nice things to wear and you deserve a closet full of lovely clothes."

He'd been so careful with it too. Only wearing it on safe days when he was meeting with clients or testifying in court as he had been just an hour ago. He'd been hoping to surprise Timmy at work. Spoil him with a nice lunch and show off that he could be cleaned up and worthy of dating the most beautiful man in Albany.

All of his plans, along with his tie had been laid low by an attempted mugging. Instead he was here, in the emergency room, being treated for a scratch across his chest with his tie in two pieces in his suit pocket. At least Donald's would be assailant was having a worse day since he was nursing a broken jaw and would soon be on his way to lock up. Though Donald found very little comfort in the knowledge.

The worse part was that Timmy would understand. In fact, he would be far more concerned about Donald's injury than the loss of the tie. Knowing that made Donald's anger at himself rise while simultaneously giving him a feeling of warmth that started at his toes and worked its way through his body. The war battling inside of him was strange especially since the happiness and warmth seemed to be winning.

Maybe, after he was released, they could still go to lunch and if he was really lucky Timmy might help him pick out a new tie.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Whitechapel, Joseph Chandler/Emerson Kent, Chandler's suit is like an armour

Fill: Whitechapel - Joseph Chandler/Emerson Kent - Armour Plated

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Kent had known from the beginning that there was a work Chandler and an off duty Chandler. Not that it was unusual, most police had a different way of handling themselves when they were at work. You had to step away from people and set your emotions to the side or the job would destroy you. It’s not that you didn’t care, you just had to draw a protective line around yourself to keep all the pain and suffering at bay. If you didn’t it drove you to drink or worse.

What Kent didn’t realize at first was how tied those different people were to what Chandler was wearing. In slacks and a button down he was human, vulnerable, and completely touchable, both physically and emotionally. Once, the suit was on, however, he transformed from Joe to D.C.I. Chandler; a man whose lack of social skills was less charming and more abrasive. The suit made him aware that he was in charge and at the end of day responsibility for all of the decisions the squad made rested on his shoulders. Kent respected both versions of the man, but he liked Chandler best when the suit was carefully hung and put away for the day.

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

any, any ot+, who spends 4 hours picking out a shirt, who looks good in anything, who has to be dressed by the fashionable one, who is the fashionable one, who thinks they're the fashionable one, who is the one who always wears a hoodie and a beanie, who only wears their one favorite pair of jeans, who doesn't care about clothes

sorry if your ship is more than 8? like WOW. u can have many people be one if u want... also you can overlap them if u have less than 8/have fun!

[foxstarreh.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Oz/Willow, a feather boa and "Theme from A Summer Place"

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Admiring the tailoring on the new uniforms.

Fill: nerd!John AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"You know, the new tailoring on the uniforms makes your ass look great," Evan said.

Rodney came up short, turned around. "Pardon?"

John was standing beside Evan, smirking and signing, and Evan was interpreting, wearing an expression of long-suffering.

"Furthermore," Evan continued, for John, "the way the jacket is cut really does great things for your hips, too. Apparently someone who likes me - and you - a lot designed our new uniforms."

Rodney wondered what Evan had done, to incur John's revenge like this.

So he cleared his throat and looked John up and down. "I do think that the new uniforms are very flattering on the both of us. One question, though."

John raised his eyebrows, mouthed, Oh?

"How well do the uniforms come off?"

Evan threw up his hands. "And that's the end of my professional responsibility. Enjoy, gentlemen." And he scurried away.

John grinned and trotted to catch up to Rodney, tugged him close for a kiss.

"Come on," Rodney said, "let's get lunch first. I need some fuel."

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: SG-1, Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson (+/Samantha Carter), he/they are a little distracted by Daniel's latest suit.

Fill: lawyer!AU (more pre-J/D) + Sam

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Jack was standing beside Zelenka's desk, waiting to hear what the man had to say about how he thought McKay was fitting in - he was coming up on the end of his 90-day probation period - when Sam said,

"Who is that?"

Jack glanced up. "Who, what?"

And then he saw, standing beside Teal'c and Vala's cubicles, a tall man with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. The man was wearing a sleek light gray suit that had been tailored perfectly for him, and whoever had tailored that suit deserved an award, because from behind the man looked -

Jack cleared his throat. "I don't know. New client?"

"Has someone talked to him? Has he been helped?" Sam asked, starting toward him.

"One can only assume someone is helping him, since he's back here and not waiting out front," Jack began, and then the man turned.

Sam came up short.

Jack's mouth fell open. He closed it with a snap.

Because the man was - Daniel. In a three-piece suit (blue shirt to make his eyes even bluer). He smiled when he saw them, like he had no idea that his mere presence was making Jack's heart do funny things.

"Daniel!" Sam cried. "You, you look -"

"What's the occasion?" Jack asked.

Daniel blinked. "What? Oh." He looked down at himself. "I know, I look so unnatural without tweed."

"No, you look good," Sam said quickly. Too quickly.

Jack glared at her. Wasn't she dating some cop?

"The boxy, timid, academic look was useful when I was a full-time law guardian," Daniel said, smoothing a hand over his lapel self-consciously, and damn, had he been going to the gym with Teal'c? Because his chest -

"I worked with a lot of lower-income families, and showing up dressed in Armani would have just intimidated them and alienated them. If I seemed less threatening, more academic, well, it got the job done. But since I'm now doing translation for international corporate endeavors, Vala suggested I up the ante a little, and she recommended a friend of hers who's a tailor, so...what do you think?"

"You look great." Sam looked a little dazed.

Behind Daniel, Vala held out a hand, and Teal'c gave her five dollars.

"You look very professional, Daniel. I approve. Vala, I want the name of your tailor," Jack said, fixing Vala with a pointed look.

Lorne swept past and plucked the five dollars out of Vala's hand.

Jack might have done something about it, but the way Daniel was blushing was too much, and Jack needed to get some fresh air, fast.

"I'll talk to you later, Zelenka." Jack patted the man on the shoulder - and he noticed the man's little knowing smirk - and made for the French doors on the opposite side of the office. Yep. A couple minutes on the balcony. Just what the doctor ordered for his stupid, racing heart.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Reign, Any, Expensive Parisian dresses.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night

You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right
- "Roxanne", Sting/The Police

FILL: Angel; Angel + Cordelia Chase + Allen Francis Doyle, Season 1 Prostitution AU, Part 1/3

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

(A/N: Warnings for discussion of sexual exploitation and Angelus’s past. AU where Cordy ended up being a prostitute in LA and Angel didn’t meet her in the pilot. Relatively fluffy considering the subject matter.)

Angel gazed over the various women loitering on the sidewalk as he turned his car around the corner. “Are you sure this is the street you saw in your vision?” he asked.

Doyle nodded. “Positive. I remember that seedy looking bar on the corner,” he said, pointing towards the establishment. “Now we just have to wait for our serial killer demon to come out of hiding.”

Angel sighed at the crowded street filled with nondescript cars and the male passengers inside them. “Are you sure you didn’t get a better look at this guy’s car? You didn’t see a license plate or a make or model? Something?” Doyle had, with the expert questioning of their police contact Kate and the artistic talent of Angel, been able to help the team produce a sketch of their suspect. Unfortunately, the sketch hadn’t matched anyone in the police database, and looking for a tall guy in his twenties with blue eyes and blond hair in Southern California was the equivalent of looking for a quarter in a candy machine.

“I wish I had,” Doyle lamented. “Would be easier to find him, then.”

Angel made a noise of agreement, and the pair sat for a while at the corner, watching the women conduct their business and waiting to act if anything suspicious occurred. A few women approached Angel’s car, but he waved them off easily. Doyle, apparently bored by this uneventful stakeout, cracked his knuckles.

“You know the one thing I didn’t get from my vision?” Doyle said. “Why this guy targets hookers. He seemed like he would have been fine feeding off any human.”

Angel scowled. “He’s looking for someone he can take advantage of without too much risk.” He shuddered uncomfortably as too many memories from the century and a half he spent soulless flooded through his mind. “Most of these girls don’t have a family or anyone looking out for them if they go missing. It’s how they ended up here, and it’s how too many of them will end up monster chow.”

Angel had occasionally frequented prostitutes when he had been human. Back then, he had been too much of a drunken layabout to give serious consideration to his own life, much less the lives of the women he had slept with. But now that he’d had a century to contemplate every sin he had committed both as a human and a soulless monster, he couldn’t imagine doing the same. None of these women were truly free or consenting to what was happening to them, and the thought of adding to their exploitation turned Angel’s stomach.

Doyle clapped Angel lightly on the shoulder. “Sometimes, you understand the criminal element a little too well, my friend. But at least it might help us stop this guy tonight.”

Angel’s lips quirked up in the grim facsimile of a smile. “Let’s hope so.” He kept his gaze focused out on the street and continued to wait.

A few minutes later, Angel frowned as a woman bent over to talk to a potential customer in his car. Behind her, he spotted a red dress that seemed strangely familiar and a bit too modest for this particular street. He couldn’t see the woman’s face, but her hair, with the long and brown lustrous waves, was also tickling at Angel’s memory.

“You know her?” Doyle asked.

“I’m not sure,” Angel answered quietly. He continued to watch her, waiting until she happened to glance in his direction. At the sight of hazel eyes and a familiar pout he had observed during long nights of research in the Sunnydale High School library, Angel leapt out of his car.

“I guess you do know her,” Doyle commented dryly. “So I guess you’re just gonna run after her like a crazy stalker without even taking your keys out of the car, then?!”

Angel didn’t respond to the shouts behind him, or Doyle's grumbling as he shut off the car and followed him. He was too focused on the young woman he had seen, too driven by his curiosity and concern at what Cordelia Chase of all people was doing on a street frequented by prostitutes in Los Angeles.

He rushed through the crowd of women, ignoring their baffled looks in his mission to find the brunette in a red dress. He stopped and gently tapped her on the shoulder. “Cordelia?”

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, Any, Hilarious boxer shorts inappropriate to the moment they are revealed.

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Sound off!" John barked.

"Science?" Rodney asked. He was half awake, wearing uniform pants, no shirt, and one sock, and holding a crumpled sheet of paper.

The scientists, gathered around him, began reciting their names. They'd managed to line up in some semblance of alphabetical order, but not alphabetical enough that Rodney didn't glare at them blearily.

"Marines!" Vega barked, and the marines, in perfect formation, shouted their names.

"Air Force!" Lorne cast Vega a challenging look, and the Air Force officers sounded off, louder than the marines.

"Command?" John asked.

Teyla, Ronon, Rodney, and John sounded off.

"Where's Woolsey?" Ronon asked.

There was a yawn, and then Woolsey raised his hand. "Sorry. Here." He raised his hand.

John stared.

Everyone stared.

Woolsey, not wearing his glasses, rubbed his eyes. "Is something wrong?"

The truth about an emergency muster drill was that people came out of their quarters in all kinds of gear combos. Teyla was fully dressed, as were Lorne and Ronon and Vega, but more than one soldier was missing a piece of clothing, abandoned in lieu of a weapon.

On a small base like Atlantis, with a small population, people were bound to learn things about each other that were private, borderline invasive.

John had never, ever wanted to learn that Lawyers Do It Professionally And Legally.

But apparently they did, if Woolsey's bright red boxers were any indication.

"Right," John said, smothering down a laugh. "All present and accounted for. Dismissed."

Woolsey, still yawning, turned and ambled back toward his quarters, unaware of how everyone was staring at him.

"Hey," John said, nudging Lorne, "who else in the expedition went to law school?"

Lorne was just tired enough that he cracked a grin before he smoothed his expression into one of calm professionalism.

"See you tomorrow, sir," Lorne said, and he herded the Air Force officers back to their living quarters.

The next day, John nearly lost it when Lorne appeared in Woolsey's office and asked for his professional, legal opinion on a matter.

Woolsey must have been sleepwalking during the drill the night before, because he had no idea why the marines snickered at him every time they saw him.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Star Trek TOS or AOS, any, first time wearing the uniform

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Jim looked in the mirror as he tugged the red cadet uniform in place. He didn’t look nearly as out of place as he felt in it.

Damn Pike for daring him to enlist, for daring him to be even half the man his father had been. He’d never been able to resist a dare. Just maybe he’d finally be able to come out from the shadow of the mystique of his father that he’d grown up with and tried very hard to run from all his life. For so long he’d hated Star fleet and what it had taken from him. His father and in a lot of ways, his mother. But here he was, standing here in a Star Fleet Academy uniform ready to follow in those footsteps. As much as his bravado carried him to take the dare and pushed him to say he’d do better, he was terrified of failing and not living up to the man his father had been. One more tug on the uniform, he damned Pike again before walking out the door of his room towards a future he had no clue about, but knowing he had to succeed at all costs.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any Stargate, any, dress blues

Fill 1/2: Clone!Jack, nerd!John AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Jonathan had never thought he'd miss wearing his dress blues until the time came for him to actually put on a suit.

For his own funeral.

For the Old Guy's funeral.

What he wanted, more than anything, was to be standing with Evan, but Evan was wearing his blues and standing with Ann and Sam and Landry and Mitchell and looking ridiculously heroic and noble. Jonathan was left standing with Rodney and John, too far down the line from Daniel, who had his head down and his hands curled into fists and was shaking, shaking, shaking. Vala had a hand curled around his wrist. Teal'c's expression was completely blank and unreadable. To most people he looked blank, but to Jonathan, Teal'c was readable. Not today.

There was a gun salute. There were speeches and speeches and endless speeches. Anyone who knew the Old Guy knew he'd have hated the speeches. Jonathan hated the speeches.

Landry spoke. Sam spoke briefly. Daniel spoke.

The soldiers gave the folded flag to Daniel, who clutched it to his chest and crumpled, and Jonathan had to look away.

There was going to be a wake at the Old Guy's house. Jonathan hadn't been back there once since he'd been cut loose. But everyone who was anyone at the SGC was going. If Evan was going to be there, Jonathan would be there as well.

They'd stick around long enough for Evan to give his condolences to Daniel and the rest of SG-1, and then they'd go. They had to go. Jonathan would hang back with John and Rodney, who'd never been close to either the Old Guy or SG-1, Sam's stint as commander of Atlantis aside.

Jonathan was prepared for the sterile, museum quality of the house. He was prepared for the Irish toasts, the cheers and tales and laughter, Evan interpreting politely.

Jonathan was unprepared to see Sara there, on the arm of a man who must have been her new husband. The only person who went to greet her was Daniel, and then he went and introduced her around to Sam, to Cam, to Vala and Mitchell and Teal'c. To Ann, to Rodney, to John. To Evan.

Jonathan tried to slide away as politely as possible, but it was too late.

Sara turned to him, offered her hand, and she froze. He knew what he looked like, the young, young man she'd first met all those years ago.

But what she said was, "Charlie?"

"Ah, no, ma'am," Jonathan said, his voice cracking. Daniel's eyes were wide. Had he not realized Jonathan would be present? "Dr. Jonathan McNeil. I'm a scientist with the Atlantis Expedition."

Sara cast Daniel a look. "What -?"

"It was a pleasure to meet you, ma'am," Evan said. "Your husband was a true hero."

John caught his gaze, signed rapidly, and Evan said, "Please excuse us. Dr. Sheppard has another engagement."

Jonathan wanted to give the kid a hug, but John wore a careful, solemn expression, and a hug would ruin that, so he filed out after John and Rodney, Evan holding the door.

They dropped John and Rodney at John's apartment, then returned to the mountain.

"You all right?" Evan asked quietly.

"Yeah," Jonathan said. They'd been assigned shared quarters - with two separate beds - on base. "Pretty sure there's a Mark Twain quote about what happened today."