Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall’s bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself.
Harry is a lawyer, his boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.
Featuring: Sophia as Louis’ colleague, with a somewhat unhealthy obsession with his love life, whilst being oblivious when it comes to her own. Liam as the ‘IT bloke from downstairs’ with the mother of all crushes on Sophia, Niall as Harry’s sport’s writer flatmate, who spends most of his time making Harry’s life as complicated as possible, Zayn as Louis’ flatmate and lifelong best friend, whose cat, Noodle/Princess/Princess Noodle, loves Louis more than she loves him. And Nick as Harry’s boss and one of Louis’ regular customers: is Imelda Marcos reborn.
hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of february. I recommend that you read these great fics in march, if you haven’t already. there are SO many good and unique AUs this round, so please check them out!!
(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)
Harry is the world’s most persistent seduction-baker, a questionable dog-sitter, and Louis’s biggest fan. Louis hasn’t written in years, is trying to pass loneliness off as cynicism, and absolutely hates his fans. It’s probably destiny.
With seven years of blissful marriage behind them and four wonderfully unique kids to brag about, Harry and Louis seem to finally have life all figured out and under control. How much more real could it get?
Very real it turns out, when Harry reluctantly leaves home for a 5 day business trip leaving Louis to manage their rambunctious, hyperactive household. Do they really have it all under control or are they just faking it?
Featuring all the usual suspects, inside jokes, embarrassing moments and of course, Harry and Louis’ wild antics + the addition of their four equally wild and outrageous kids.
“You… you still have the dress form I got you for your eighteenth birthday? You’ve kept it for ten years, Harry?” Louis’ eyes flick around Harry’s studio. It’s big and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that help flood the room in bright sunlight, just like the lobby. However, he can’t stop staring at the faded, but present, heart surrounding the “H + L” written delicately in Louis’ handwriting in the center of the mannequin.
Louis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.
I suck, I know. I’m late. This is ridiculously short.
(ok, it’s not short now, but it was before I added in some fics that are gathering dust in my inbox to be read. There’s more fics I haven’t read in this rec than the opposite. oops.)
The Morning After the Night Before (4K): Harry and Louis have more or less grown up together, even now as adults it’s tradition for their families to spend a few weeks in the summer at a beach house together. Problem One: Louis has been in love with Harry forever. Problem Two: It wont stop raining.
I Slam Therefore I Am (4K): Louis and Harry are both creative souls but they aren’t friends, not by a long shot. This is the Rival Slam Poets AU that no one asked for.
I Found A Love (4K): Or the one where Louis is a nerdy English major who may just run into his happily ever after while working his shift at the local library.
just the sound of your voice (6k): It’s just. Harry’s so fucking quiet during sex and now Louis’ obsession with it is…it’s incessant. Louis questions it day and night, the enigma of it buzzing around his head like an annoying mosquito — all of the reasons why he’s so quiet consuming every one of his waking thoughts. Like, maybe he turns into an alien during sex if he’s not really careful? So he has to concentrate so hard on not turning into another creature he’s effectively struck mute from it. Or maybe…maybe he’s like one of those people who’s into tantric sex, like Sting or a throwback from the 1960s? And when he’s about to orgasm he travels to another plane of existence or something.
Twelfth Night (6k): Queen Anne holds a masquerade ball to try and find matches for both her children on Twelfth Night. While anonymity reigns, Prince Harry spends the ball getting to know a handsome stranger.
‘Til I Tasted You (15K): Louis is Harry Styles’ biggest fan. It doesn’t matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can’t cook to save his life. At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit.
Carried Away Like Butterflies (17K): It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him.
Then We Talk Slow (20K): A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets.
Dance Like Warriors On A Battlefield (20K): Down in the arena, the triumphant gladiator places his foot on the back of the loser, holding him there as he waits for instruction on his next move. Kill or let live. It’s barbaric, really, the bloodlust involved in this sport. Louis is pretty sure that if it wasn’t for his distaste for the killing there would be a lot more blood soaking that sand. As it is, his father rarely gives the kill order anymore. He gives the order to let the loser live. Louis rolls his eyes, turning away. He doesn’t miss the way the gladiator’s eyes linger on him.
Like Candy In My Veins (31K): Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.
All the Right Moves (32K): This is the third game in a row that Harry has been distracted by the noisy boy in the stands, five rows back. There’s really no reason that he should feel compelled to stare into the audience as frequently as he is, but he can’t help it. This boy is a nuisance. And he’s loud. Even from basketball court with nine other players running by him, shoes squeaking on the shiny hardwood floor, and thousands of cheering college students, Harry can hear this boy nearly shrieking, his laugh more like a cackle than anything.
The Reason Is You (37K): Louis is running out of time to find a summer job. His best friend offers him one that promises early mornings, late nights, long hours, and the best people he’ll ever meet. Lucky for Louis, one of those people is Harry Styles.
tangled up in you (45K): There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”
Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) (58K): When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It’s just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can’t get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.
Feels Like Coming Home (60K): The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.
When We Were Younger (76K): Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.
Perfect Storm (80K): What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding. Harry and Louis choose the latter.
Dress you up in my love (103K): Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall’s bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself. Harry is a lawyer whose boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.
We Are Only Just Beginning (129K): In the dim light of a dorm kitchen, Harry Styles meets a boy who flips his life upside down. Three years later, he’s a senior in college, ready to take on the world with the love of his life by his side. And then Louis Tomlinson admits he doesn’t know what he wants to do after college after all, and Harry’s world flips again, this time not so pleasantly. He can’t imagine his life without Louis, but he’s starting to worry he might have to.
red lipstick stains on his lips and his cheek and his neck and on the rim of his water bottle when he offers her a sip after practice
his beloved varsity jacket draped over her shoulders when she’s in her cheer outfit because let’s be real, fashion icon cheryl blossom would not wear it willy-nilly when there is potential outfit-clashing
(she does, however, make a habit of stealing his cardigans because they’re comfy and usually work with her wardrobe)
(speaking of fashion, graphic tees make her cringe and luckily archie doesn’t own many, but she lets it slide whenever he wears his spiderman shirts because it’s his favorite comic book in the world and it also happens to match her spider pins so whatever, it’s perfect)
archie fiercely defending cheryl at the drop of a hat
against her family and their classmates and even his friends from time to time, because it happens, it’s cheryl, there’s a lot of history, but veronica and kevin are open enough and betty and jughead are less so for reasons that he understands, but they make an effort for archie, and when polly gives birth and betty sees cheryl totally in love with the twins and there for polly, it’s easier to let the past be the past
archie talking his dad into letting cheryl stay for dinner and eventually staying some nights because her house is a hell hole and now that she’s confessed the extent of the bad blood between her and her parents, he wants to keep her as far away from that horror house for as long as possible
and yeah, i believe his dad would warm up to cheryl because she’s not her parents and when you learn to chip away at that wall she builds up he sees how vulnerable she is, how much she craves warmth and love and acceptance, and to just be wanted, and then he finds himself spoiling her a little
archie complimenting cheryl literally all the time, about anything and everything, because she gets this soft look in her eyes and it’s obvious that she didn’t get this kind of validation from her own family and has to teach herself to be confident, and she is and that’s great, but it’s nice to actually be told your worth instead of always having to convince yourself
on the flip side, cheryl doing the same with archie, praising his talents and his kindness and his big, big heart, because he’s always the first to put himself down and he shouldn’t always have to apologize for himself
cheryl is a Feminine Icon, okay, she’s no one’s property, but she likes wearing archie’s jerseys because he looks so damn happy to see her in his number and she really likes that
also it gets him all hot for her and she likes that too
speaking of which: archie always playing with the hem of her skirts when she’s straddling him when they makeout
because she’s always on top when they makeout, let’s be real
but, okay, maybe not always because sometimes she just likes how it feels to be held, likes the way archie lowers her all gently on his bed and kisses her soft and slow and sweet, and he towers over her like he’s trying to keep the rest of the world away
cheryl painting her toes on his bed while he messes with his guitar or does homework or plays video games with jughead
and on that note, cheryl and jughead being witty and catty with each other, but it’s actually kind of fun, and they’re also two different brands of cynicism and sarcasm and they kind of work together, too? and archie gets a kick out of it, just watches his girlfriend and his best friend bicker and get in full-blown debates at the dinner table while his dad shakes his head
archie and cheryl cuddled under a blanket in his backyard or on his porch while watching a movie on his laptop because it’s “like the drive-in” and she rolls her eyes but is actually very touched and he can tell
archie and cheryl sitting on the same side of the booth at Pop’s, sharing a strawberry milkshake
archie actually putting thought into his outfits because he knows fashion means a lot to cheryl, and jughead just rolls his eyes
archie constantly having to shoot apologetic looks when cheryl drops one of her infamous one-liners and then struts away, leaving everyone stunned in her wake, and archie is outwardly exasperated but inwardly amused by the whole thing
cheryl probably falls in love with archie before he falls in love with her because she’s always been so intense and had all this emotion in her and hasn’t had very many people care for her as genuinely as archie has and so of course she’s going to latch onto that, and archie feels like an ass for little while he’s still trying to catch up with her, but he knows it won’t take him long to get to that point too because it’s cheryl
the first time they say I Love You to each other is probably in the middle of a fight because of course they’re that dramatic
and like, when they fight, cheryl always storms away first and archie hates that it’s so easy for her to walk away, but eventually she admits that it’s because she hates when people leave her, so she has to be the one that leaves first because in her mind, maybe that’ll make it hurt a little less, and he knows he can’t promise not to walk away from her since he’s done it before (and yeah, he feels even guiltier about it now), so instead he promises that he’s always going to go after her and makes her promise to give him the chance to
basically: archie and cheryl could be everything together
Louis Tomlinson had moved on, made a new life for himself in London as a successful solicitor, so why now did his past have to resurface after all this time. Despite the years that have gone by, a ridiculous growth spurt and an obnoxious man bun, he would still be able to recognise Harry Styles anywhere, even if it just so happened to be in his office’s kitchen making tea.
Hi Chris!! I'm graduating in two weeks and I just got offered a job! I've only ever interned in very casual offices (jeans were standard) and this is a little more formal. How do you make a work wardrobe like an adult? I love what you wore on your first day you look so cute!
I am by no means an expert on this and I am generally not a very well-dressed person, but it’s a good idea to start with the basics and build from there. I have black and grey dress pants and blazers that match, and then I can easily add a colorful top underneath. Buying things that you can mix and match together will help you save money when you’re just starting. Search “basic professional wardrobe” or whatever on Pinterest, there are a lot of posts that show you how to take like eight pieces and make twelve different outfits - I find that really helpful!
I was up until 7am finishing your story, The Night Sky is Changing Overhead. So thanks for that. I'm tired as fuck but it was beautiful and lovely and now safely in my favorites folder. Can you rec me any fics? (Preferably long, over 90k, well written with a good plot, and smut) I'm in a bit of a slump cause I feel like I've read everything. 😞
HELLO SUGAR PIE! Oh my goodness, hopefully you at least enjoyed it!!
Here are some newer longshot fics:
Atlas At Last : He doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story.Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.
Pour Your Heart Out : Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.
Got the Sunshine on my Shoulders : Five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.
Dress You Up In My Love:
Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall’s bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself. Harry is a lawyer whose boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.
When We Were Younger : Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.
Say Hallelujah, Say Goodnight : Louis is an angel who is just a little too bad to be good, Harry is a demon who is just a little too good to be bad, and they’re both a little too in love to be impartial when angels and demons go to war.
These Bountiful Silences : They live in a world where they can only say four words per day. harry meets some people that don’t want to live that way.
Through Struggles, to the Stars : Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what’s right. A Star Trek-inspired AU.
The way the shirt hugged his body, showing off everything. The waistcoat, firm against his chest.
His hair. Combed and slicked down, yet he looked so damn stunning.
You sometimes wondered how you managed to land Jensen Ackles.
Well…land was a bit far. You were fucking. Had been for over a year now.
Hell, you’d been on dates. Had your anniversary. Everything.
But there was one thing that you hated.
He never defined the relationship.
Each time you’d ask what you were, he’d avoid the conversation, opting to either fuck you or just switch the topoc.
You hated it. Sometimes, he’d make you feel so loved. So happy.
But then it’d all be over when he’d avoid talking to you. It made you feel like you were some sort of bootycall.
And maybe you’d be ok with that role, if you hadn’t been ‘together’ for over a year.
But a few nights ago, you realized this wasn’t going anywhere.
Especially not when you saw the texts from her. His ex.
They’d been together for a few years. Of course, you’d met her, being the costume designer on set.
She was…nice? She wasn’t necessarily the type of person you’d ever get to know. But you could see he loved her.
So when you saw her texting him, asking to get back together, you realized why he’d been so distant lately.
He was preparing to break up with you. Leave you behind for her.
Well, there was no way you’d be humiliated or thrown out like that.
No. You weren’t the type to cry and beg. If he wanted to go back to her, that was fine. Let him be miserable.
So you watched, Jensen looking sexy and getting ready for his scene.
Bastard. Why did he make you fall in love with him, when he still loved her?
You were gonna go home tonight. Pack your bags. Move out while he was with Jared.
Yea. You’d already handed in your notice, making sure it’d be kept quiet.
No one knew you and Jensen were together anyway. He kept you a secret, most likely ashamed that he’d gone from a sort of celebrity, to you, the person who worked in wardrobe.
Yea…you were gone after tonight. And you’d make sure he couldn’t find you.
Jensen watched you, his heart racing as he caught your eye.
You looked so stunning. God, he knew he’d been distant. He knew how messy he’d been.
But after getting his heart broken, he wasn’t going to do that again. Especially not with you.
So he took it slow, avoided anything he did in his previous relationship.
But recently, his mind was made up. He was going to propose.
He loved you. Hell, you were the reason he broke up with her.
So he had the ring sitting in a drawer, waiting for the perfect moment.
He knew he’d been distant, but he was getting everything ready with Jared, the only person who knew about you. But not for long, because he was ready for the world to know that you were the love of his life.
He just didn’t know, when he got home tonight, you’d be out of his life.
He just didn’t know, by keeping you at an arms length, in attempts to keep his own heart safe, he managed to destroy yours.
He just didn’t know that by trying to avoid everything he did wrong with his ex, he managed to do everything wrong with you.
In your opinion, when do you think Emma's style changed? I've noticed she has some really questionable fashion choices in season 3, but on the whole, they stayed true to her style. Season 6 is definitely the worst. That floral embroidered coat is godawful on JMO.
I think it was with the awful date dress Jmo chose.
In season 3 there were some OOC wardrobe choices, but it was mentioned by the writers and Jmo that they intended to reflect the mashed up lives inside Emma’s head after Regina gave her new memories, so she was part Emma Swan and part Emma Mills- so to speak. But it still was somewhat more Emma Swan, just slightly more formal. Look at Emma and Regina.
The problem is that Emma Jones is way too different. Going from the lack of makeup that stole Emma’s glow away, to the awful flowery tops Emma Swan had never worn— Wait. I make a pause here: Emma did once wear a flowery dress, when she was with Neal, but she had a jean jacket on and she still looked herself, so that must mean something. Young Emma still is consistent.
Then Emma started her atrocious vintage nun-like look after getting in a relationship with Hook, which had its culmination in that godforsaken wedding dress of fairy nonsense! Visually it was the opposite to an evolution in time. She went from modern woman to classical princess and stepford wife, which is the contrary to the premise of the show at the start, which claimed to be about badass women who broke the mold; a modern princess. And yet here we are:
Every piece of garment holds a meaning and the final ensemble carries a message. I’m just saying; you don’t hire an electrician and then decide to leave his work to the plumber because they insist they know better, just because they’ve been turning lights on and off for the last thirteen years. The end result will never be consistent, if it works at all. Emma’s wardrobe should have been touched by costume department and only. They know what they do.
When does Emma look her best (in every sense)?
At the start or in the end?
This is not hate, this is critique. Their choices have had the opposite effect in reflecting the “growth” of Emma Swan. What they showed was the opposite.
pulled several clean shirts from his dresser, along with a few bowties,
remembering that you had always liked them on him. He ran his long fingers
through his unruly hair, this was ridiculous, why on earth was he getting in
such a flap about what he was going to wear. You had seen one and other through
your teens for Merlin’s sake, if that mess of hormones and awkward growth
spurts wasn’t enough to dissolve your feelings for each other, newt was certain
that his choice of shirt would have little effect on the matter.
he continued the ransack on his wardrobe, working through waistcoat after
his anguish picket poked his head from newts breast pocket, clambering up onto
his shoulder. Before newt felt Dougal tug at the sleeve of his jacket, ‘what are
you doing mister.’ Newt asked the gentle beast, welcoming the distraction, that
the demigise was certain to bring.
gestured to a maroon waistcoat, pairing it with a mustard bowtie. “ hmm not
bad, what do you think picket?’ newt asked as the bowtruckle, scuttled down his
arm and leapt off of his hand.
some consideration, the tiny creature sat himself down on a pair of tweed brown
trousers. Newt smiled fondly at his friend, while Dougal rifled through his
sock draw, followed by his underwear draw. Throwing a pair of black briefs, with
tiny hippogriffs, at newt.
now really, I’m sure I can manage to choose my own underwear.’ He mumbled while
he shrugged off his jacket, before checking the clock, and rushing to the bathroom
for a shave.
you for all of your help’ newt handed Dougal a pare from the fruit bowl, before
he scooped picket up, and popped him in his pocket. “I’ll not be too long, promise.’
He reassured as he held the lid of the battered brown leather case open for the
creature to hop back inside.
gave newts shoulder a reassuring pat, as he took a deep breath before pulling out
his wand and apperating outside of y/n’s own front door.
knocked softly on the vibrant red painted wood, before too long y/n swung the
door open. Newt couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face, she was utterly
stunning, as always, but now she was his, and he was hers.
You’re looking very sharp.’ She complimented as she straightened his bowtie, ‘well
I had a little bit of help.’
Have you ever worked as a Wardrobe Supervisor? If so could you explain how quick changes are managed? I am a SM and is very interested in the process at any size.
I HAVE worked as a Wardrobe Sup- at the school I work at, each of us in the shop takes turns supervising the student crews that run the shows we put up.
Usually, we start out early on in the process in the costume shop by trying to figure out where quickchanges are likely to be in any given show. Often, this is working with the director and/or the designer, and there are usually at least a few weeks where we bring up needing to know about them in the production meeting. Ideally, we’d know what/where a quickchange was and about how long we should have to do it before we even start building garments, so if we have to do a special breakaway rig of some sort, we can figure out how to hide it. (This is also true for any clothing that changes onstage-we got sort of blindsided on Curtains last year because one of the leads had to take her own dress off, and we suddenly had to swap the closures from the front to the back to accommodate her)
By the time we get to tech, usually the SMs have given us an entrances/exits chart, or at least a good idea of where the Really Fast Turnarounds are, and we can start setting up the actual changes.
Usually, I start out by just seeing if we can do the change normally with the wardrober helping, and if that takes too long, I’ll move on to choreographing and throwing extra bodies at the problem. I generally tell the actors that the more they can have OFF by the time they get to us, the more helpful it’s going to be, so if they can have their shirt off or at least open, or their shirt off and their pants undone, we can be ready to swap stuff as soon as we see them. If we get to needing choreography, it’s usually as simple as “pants first, then shirt from behind, step into your shoes, do your snaps/buttons/velcro, take the hat off the head of the person tying your shoes, go onstage.” Really the choreography is to make sure that everyone knows exactly what order stuff happens in, and what’s coming next, so there’s not a whole mess of fumbling (which adds time)
There are also a whole lot of tricks in rigging clothes for quickchanges- depending on if a shirt has to go off or on quickly, we might replace the buttons with velcro(on) or snaps(off) and put elastic in the cuffs. There are a lot of times where you sew a top and a bottom together and put a Gianty Big Zipper down the back to get things off of people quickly, or when you sew a vest to a shirt so that you can put it on all as one unit. Sometimes we also have people underdress things- if you have to go from a big poofy dress into a pencil skirt, we’ll have the pencil skirt on under the big poofy dress, so we can just yank the big poofy dress off and you’ll be ready to go. (there are literally a million different rigging tricks for stuff, so if anyone needs like, Specific Quickrig Ideas, feel free to hit me up)
A/N: I’m so glad you enjoyed part one, so here, have part two! I want to get out another part of this, and then we’ll where it takes us, huh? Also, if anyone has any requests, no matter how big or small, I’d love to hear them and write them for you if you’d like! Don’t be shy! I fuckin’ love feedback.
Summary: Reader finally gets to wear JDM’s shirt for the scene. And he fucking loves it.
When you arrived at work the next morning, you made a beeline for the table of breakfast foods and beverages, grabbing yourself a coffee and a muffin. You tried your best to avoid Jeffrey, which admittedly made you feel like a bit of a bitch, but you weren’t quite sure how to approach him now that you both knew how you felt about each other.
You mindlessly scrolled through your Twitter feed, stopping to appreciate a nice fan’s kind words, and fans that informed you that they shipped you and Jeffrey. It made you chuckle. If only they knew they were on the right track there. With a sigh, you pulled out your phone, plugging your earphones in and shuffling your music. Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me played through your earphones, the intro guitar riff filling your ears. This song never failed to make you feel sexy. Joe Elliott’s voice oozed sex appeal, although the song didn’t completely make sense. Nonetheless, a cheeky smirk made it’s way into your lips, lost in your thoughts.
A hand on your shoulder made you jump, and snap you out of your daze. “Fuck,” you cursed in fright, looking up to see who it was. “Sorry, Jessica,” you muttered upon seeing your assistant handing you your script for the day, sheepishly thanking her for it. As she left, you rubbed your face, putting your earphones back in as you read over the script.
Looking up discreetly, you had to do a double take at the sight in front of you. There Jeffrey was, in all his fucking glory, clad in his leather jacket. He had some simple black jeans on, and his glasses, which made your heart leap into your throat. You watched on in awe as he laughed at something a crew member must’ve said, thrusting his pelvis out and throwing his head back in laughter. You wondered how anyone could make laughing so fucking goddamn attractive.
Blinking a few times, you looked back down at your script, biting your lip. You read on, chuckling to yourself softly. Today, you were to be filming the scene you’ve been waiting for. You knew you had to bring it today. You sucked in a breath, banishing your thoughts as you stood up, watching Jeffrey in the distance still taking with the crew member. You looked down at your shoes, smirking proudly to yourself. You were wearing the highest pair of stilettos you owned, ones that always made you feel sexy, while still being able to walk in them.
You brushed the hair from your face, strutting with determination over to Jeffrey. The loud clinking of your heels on the floor made him look up to you, and stop talking mid-sentence. He watched you walking to him, his jaw slacking slightly as his eyes took in your appearance. You could only smirk at his reaction.
“Well, goddamn, look at you sweetheart,” he muttered lowly, rubbing his beard with his hand, his eyes drifting down to your heels. “Holy fuck, those are some sexy shoes, darlin’,” he admitted, and you watched as his eyes trailed up your legs, finally reaching your eyes again.
You loved being under his gaze. You fought the blush on your face, meeting his eyes. “Hey, Jeff. How are you?”
Jeffrey chuckled deeply, shaking his head at you slightly before rubbing his hand over his beard again. “Fuckin’ better now I’ve seen you in those heels of yours, sweetheart. I’ve got a thing for beautiful women in high heels, you should know that,” he told you, his eyes drifting downwards again to your feet. It was like he couldn’t get enough.
You giggled, biting your lip. “Is that so?” you questioned, enthralled by the look in his hazel eyes. An idea seemed to spring to his mind, because his face conveyed a mischievous smirk, as well as a dark look in his eyes.
“That is so, sweetheart. Although, I think I’d just about have a hard time controlling myself if I saw you with those heels and my shirt on,” he confessed, and you just about went into cardiac arrest as he leaned closer to you. “Even better if you didn’t even have panties on,” he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your ear enticingly. Your face burned.
Once again, you were lost for words. You couldn’t do anything but stare as he walked away, oozing effortless swagger in his walk. You huffed out a long breath you were holding. Fuck him. He’d just ruined your plan. You came to him wanting the upper hand for once. You wanted to make him flustered. But he just turned the tables to suit himself. Fucking bastard.
Just like any other day, you spent a few hours in hair and makeup, reading your script and getting into character. When the time for wardrobe to dress you came, you hurried into the dressing room, quickly taking off your high heels, your pants and your shirt. After your shower this morning, you decided upon wearing your best set of underwear. Your bra was red and lacy, and also gave your breasts a nice added boost. Your panties matched your bra as well. It was then you realised that you would be wearing a hell of a lot of red today.
A knock at the door sounded, making you wrap your shirt around yourself. As you opened the door, you made sure to only poke your head out so the rest of you was covered. You saw a woman who worked in wardrobe standing there, holding out a shirt in a plastic bag for you to wear for the scene. She must’ve taken it from Jeffrey’s dressing room. With a sigh, you shook your head politely. “I’ve got my own, Natalie. Thank you though,” you smiled at her as she frowned in confusion, closing the door on her gently before she could protest.
You turned back to the mirror, looking at yourself. You thought you looked sexy in your lingerie set, and you wondered if Jeffrey would be ever able to see it. After a few quick moments, you slipped on his shirt he gave you. It still smelt like him, and you inhaled deeply, loving his musk. Your eyes wandered down to your high heels again, a smirk coming to your face as you as an idea sprung to mind. Remembering Jeffrey’s little confession earlier, you quickly put your heels on, taking a minute to check out your reflection again. Your legs looked a mile longer, and your posture was straighter — you felt confident.
With a deep breath, you opened the door, your heels clicking loudly on the floors as you walked to the set. You heard a lot of whispering and words of protest. Mostly that you weren’t wearing the right shirt, and you didn’t have to wear shoes for the scene. You ignored it all though, especially when Jeffrey turned to see you. This time, he really was lost for words. His jaw slackened, and his eyes were wide. But after he regained his composure quickly, his lips curled into an unbelievingly sexy smirk. He still had his glasses on, and he turned to properly face you, his eyes drinking your appearance in once again.
“Fuck me dead, I wasn’t expecting this,” he muttered to you as you got close to him. Your heels gave you an extra bit of height, but you were nowhere near as tall as him.
Lost for words, you only smiled up at him, fighting the blush creeping up on your face. “You like it though, right?”
Jeff laughed at your question, rubbing his beard as he looked you in the eye. His hand gently tucked a stand of hair behind your ear. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me, sweetheart?” he paused, “You really need to ask me that? Of-fuckin’-course I do. I love it,” he told you, his eyes trailing to your lips for a moment.
You smiled softly at him, you breathing quickening as he touched your face. You could only blink innocently, once again enthralled by his beautiful eyes. If the whole production crew’s and the rest of the cast’s eyes weren’t glued to the two of you, you probably would’ve taken the leap and kissed him. Or vice versa, you’d like to think.
After a moment, he stepped away again, and you snapped back into reality. One of your fellow cast members smirked at you, which you dismissed by looking away, clearing your throat awkwardly. Everyone seemed to fuss over you again, but you heard the director yell over the commotion.
“Hey!” he shouted, standing up, “Jeff, you like what she’s wearing?” he asked.
You blushed in embarrassment as watched Jeffrey look up from his phone to answer the director. “Fuck yeah I do,” he chuckled, winking at you. You bit your lip, breathing heavily.
“You think the fans would like it too?” the director asked Jeffrey again.
“Hell yeah,” Jeff answered confidently, smiling at the director, who nodded his approval.
“Alright, people! We’re shooting the scene how she is!” he announced, sitting back down.
You heard some groans of displeasure and annoyance sound from people, but you couldn’t help the grin spreading on your face.
You stood in position on set once again. There were people fussing over your hair and makeup, and they didn’t really help your nerves. Usually, nervousness wasn’t an overly huge issue for you, but wearing Jeffrey’s shirt and facing the fact that he would be touching you in intimate ways again made butterflies swam in your stomach. No matter how hard you tried to digest them.
With a deep breath, and after the crew finished with their final touches on your appearance, you stood on your marker to begin the scene. As you heard the director yell 'action’ for the millionth time that day, you walked into the set’s kitchen, walking over to the bench, your character making a cup of coffee for herself. You shuddered as you heard heavy footsteps pad your way, biting your lip as you continued to stir the coffee. A shaky breath left your lips as you waited for contact, nearly jumping out of your skin in anticipation as you felt Jeff’s arms wrap around your waist. You felt his lips press kisses to your shoulder, and him pulling the shirt to reveal more of your skin to kiss. You inhaled deeply as you felt his beard rub against your skin, closing your eyes in enjoyment. A gentle whimper left your lips. You heard him groan lowly against your skin, waiting for him to deliver his line.
“We’ll never get anything done today with you wearing that shirt,” he paused his hands moving down from your waist to your hips slowly, making your heart pound in your chest. Jeffrey continued delivering his lines, “Or with those heels on.”
You mentally took a note. That line was completely unscripted, but he made it work for the occasion. The director yelled to keep rolling, so you did.
"Why don’t you take it off me then?” you breathed out, thanking heavens for microphones, otherwise your words wouldn’t be audible. You gasped as you felt Jeffrey’s hands trail slowly — excruciatingly so — down to your thighs. His hands then began up your thighs, bunching up the hem of the shirt as he brought his hands up. You swallowed thickly, involuntarily leaning back on him as his hands made their way over your hips.
“Maybe I will,” he growled into the crook of your neck, making you whimper as he began to kiss your sweet spot. His hands now reached your lower abdomen, and you were surprised you were still able to stand. He was teasing you, so much so that you almost couldn’t take it any more.
Eventually though, his hands trailed up your torso, stopping to leisurely lift the shirt from your body. You watched his eyes gleam with curiosity as he took in your underwear.
“Holy fuck,” he growled, the lust audible in his voice as he spoke. Again, completely unscripted, but the director let the scene continue.
Jeffrey cleared his throat, obviously remembering the script as he leaned in to kiss your lips. Your fingers once again found their way into his hair, and you whimpered into his mouth as if to urge him to continue. He gently bit your bottom lip as he took a moment to breathe, and you would’ve became a puddle on the floor if he wasn’t holding you up.
“Jump, princess,” he ordered you gruffly, still not allowing for much of a gap between your lips and his. Doing as you were told, you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his hips, your arms then wrapping around his neck for support. You groaned, never being so close to him before.
“That’s my girl,” he breathed into your ear, kissing just below your ear after he spoke, his hands moving to support you up by holding your ass. You kissed his neck, grinning into his skin as he gently squeezed your panty clad skin.
Jeffrey then made his way upstairs into the set’s bedroom once again, your hands tangling into his hair as he placed you down on the bed. You kissed him this time, moaning softly against his mouth. You loved kissing him, acting with him gave you the perfect excuse to enjoy his touches, even though you weren’t entirely confident to do such things out of character.
You whimpered as you felt his hand run down your thigh, blushing as he smirked at you. His eyes were a significantly darker colour now, and again, it made you wonder if he was just really good at acting, or a part of him really was enjoying this as much as you were.
You were disappointed when you heard the director yell cut. For a moment, you forgot you were even acting. It all felt so real to you, and it made you quite excited.
Again, you were hot and bothered for the second time at his doing, panting and flushed like a hormonal teenager. You had messed up his hair again, but you weren’t sorry.
You noticed his eyes running over your figure once again, biting your lip as you watched him closely.
AW-RIGHT kidlets, buckle up because here we go again.
SO, in general, the costume shop gets done with making stuff in time for tech. Some places bring costumes in during first tech, some don’t, but I’m seeing more and more do one tech without so the actors can run into sets and trip over props in their normal clothes with their show shoes before they get a four-foot pannier on for Added Difficulty Level.
Once the shop gets done, they sort of hand off costumes to the wardrobe crew. Usually this “handoff” isn’t fully done until the show opens-the shop spends tech week fixing/reinforcing/changing whatever needs done before opening, and then AND ONLY THEN do they throw their hands up and yell NOT OUR PROBLEM ANYMORE! And of course, there are always exceptions to this- sometimes things get broken beyond what the wardrobe folks can handle, so the shop will step in, sometimes you deal with a dry cleaner who bleaches AND shreds a main dress in My Fair Lady, so the shop re-builds it as fast as possible, but for the most part, it’s all now wardrobe’s problem. In the case of touring shows, this is doubly true, as you’re miles out from your shop and The Show Must Go On.
The size of a wardrobe crew really depends on a myriad of different things-how many actors do you have, how many quick changes are there, who’s considered a “principal,” what does the laundry schedule look like, etc. For the most part on the big union touring shows, one dresser is considered able to dress three people, so on a show like Lion King, where there are around 40 people onstage and around 6 considered “principals”, I think there were 18 dressers working every night.
As far as the hierarchy of Wardrobe Land, there’s always a Head of Wardrobe who’s the point person for the crew. They’re the ones talking with the shop and the designer as the show starts to go up, and they’re generally the ones making the paperwork for the crew. The rest of the crew is pretty much just a pool below them-the principal dressers are often a little more experienced than the ensemble dressers, but there are also ensemble tracks that take a crap-ton of presence to run too (whether it’s because of the difficulty of the track itself or the actor in it), so sometimes your more experienced people go there.
Sort of wrapped up in wardrobe, you also generally get hair and makeup. On most big union shows, they’re a separate crew, but the smaller your theater gets, the more likely it is that the wardrobe crew does a fair amount of that too. Most actors will do their own “basic” makeup and hair, but when you get into shows like Wicked or Lion King or Shrek where there’s a lot of effects stuff, you’re likely to have at least a makeup/hair supervisor who does/helps the principals and keeps an eye on what the ensemble is doing, if not a whole makeup/hair crew who does individual actors. Big Shot Opera is the hoity-toity guys in here, where EVERYONE gets their hair and makeup done by a separate crew, from the leads on down.
[Continuing with our list of reasons to watch Timeless, a little belated, to be completed (hopefully) before we hear about the renewal. Really hoping we will get one! #Timeless #RenewTimeless]
#4 THE COSTUMES
It’s wonderful to watch these characters in their costumes. Every week we look forward to where they’re gonna go so we can appreciate the amazing work the wardrobe crew does. It’s educational and fun, and really true to the time periods they’re in. Plus, have you seen Abigail Spencer in all her fantastic costumes? That has got to be the best part of it. There’s not one time period she can’t pull off. The costumes are not limited to the main characters, the extras and guests also have amazing outfits to go with the eras. The whole ensemble is amazing, it feels like going back in time with them.
This was supposed to be made in the week leading to the season finale, but that plummet in ratings left me really down and I had no motivation to continue. SORRY! And then after that real life got kinda crazy. But this shall be finished.