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mjolnirswriststrap · 5 months ago

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Just Another Notch

Bucky Barnes x Plus!Reader Masterlist

Summary: If Bucky thinks his charms will work on you, then you’re gonna put up one hell of a fight to prove him wrong. Part 5/?

Word count: 1,682

AN: two chapters in one day because I can 💋🤷🏻‍♀️

So here you were, dressed in the most expensive fabric you’ve ever touched. Tony had a dress tailored for your mission, the style was nothing like anything you saw at any of his cocktail parties. It felt vintage, like old money. The dark green was almost black, but in certain lights you could see the emerald reflection. It was long, but not in a slim, skin tight way, it had a bust, and it flared out at the hips, dark tulle flowing to the floor. It was like the dress was actually made for you, designed for your body, not sized up.

Your hair and makeup was done by no one other than yourself. You didn’t trust the makeup artists Tony hired, if their faces were any indication of what you’d look like, you’d rather go bare faced. You were good enough at makeup, understanding that for this look, you needed to look classic, rich. To achieve it, a tiny black wing with a white shimmer on your inner corner was more than enough for your eyes. You didn’t touch your eyebrows or put foundation on, though you usually like to. You had to know that the other women there won’t be wearing nearly as much makeup. You brush a coral rouge powder over your cheeks, then dabbing it off with a big powder brush, practically blending it into your skin.

The only thing you knew to go all out for, is you lips. Dark red, almost purple: the bloodier the better. Nothing said evil conglomerate like a red lip. And your hair, no one touched your hair. You had that covered, heat was never applied, gel and foam rollers helped you achieve the thick curls that sit on your shoulders. You sucked in a breath as you walked out of your room, down to the elevator felt like a thousand steps.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflective metal elevator door, and now you felt the same as you did this morning, practically naked in a sports bra. When it dings and you step out onto the roof, you see your team, suited up like they’re going on a mission, as they climb into the quinjet. How lovely, they get bullet proof armor and you get priceless crushed velvet. You know what else is priceless? Your life.

You focus on walking in heels, keeping your eyes on the ground infront of you, when you step up onto the platform you look around, seeing where you should sit. Of course Natasha and Steve take the pilot seats, leaving you and Bucky to figure it out. You find a seat near the exit, your nerves getting the better of you.

Of course Bucky sits right beside you. You try not to make eye contact as you sit back and cross your legs, it’s gonna be a long ride. “I’m sorry, about this morning. I didn’t know he would say that.” He whispers to you, as if Natasha and Steve aren’t allowed to hear his apology. You roll your eyes, whatever you thought you were doing with Bucky, is over, too much has happened.

You had a job to do, and playing hard to get would be saved for a later date, never. He notices your eye roll and places his hand on your exposed shoulder, trying to relax you. But it does the opposite. “You look beautiful, doll.”. You nod your head, you couldn’t call him a liar, you knew you looked amazing. But that didn’t mean you had to be grateful for his compliment.

The thought sat in the back of your mind, he’s only trying to add you to his roster, don’t fall for it. You look over and your eyes connect with his and you can’t help but to feel a little guilt when you see the sincerity in his eyes. You always expect the worst from him, and every time he proves you wrong, except for this morning, you had no clue what he said to Steve after you left, he could’ve scolded him or laughed with him. You’d never know, cause you’ll never ask. You didn’t care to, you don’t want to be another one of his numbers.

Bucky can see the uncertainty in your eyes, moving his gloved hand from your shoulder to your jaw. “I mean it.”. The way the words fell from his lips had your skin igniting. Now here you were, betraying your own thoughts instantly. He runs his leather covered thumb over your bottom lip, he watches as it pulls with the friction. “I love this color on you.” He says in his hushed tone, but it didn’t feel hushed anymore, every breath he took reverberated off your eardrums. You were so focused on his mouth as he spoke you didn’t notice him scoot closer to you on the bench.

It’s like another person inside of you spoke, “Thank you.”, you’re not really sure what you’re thanking him for, but maybe it will make him ease on his intensity. He smiles genuinely as you accept his compliments. “It’s a shame, can’t take you out tonight, looking like this.” He smooth talks. And you hate yourself for blushing, so you try to play it off “What made you think I’d go out with you?” You squint slightly, watching his reaction.

He’s an award winning actor apparently, his parted lips forming a smirk, “You saying you wouldn’t?” He says lowly, his grip on your jaw tightening slightly. You don’t know, if you’re honest with yourself; you liked how he was making you feel right now, and you couldn’t imagine how it would be if you were on a date with him.

You decide, in that moment of lapsed judgement, that you did wanna play his game after all. You close your mouth, that hung agape giving him the permission to keep his thumb there, your lips subtly wrap around his gloved finger, it was a barely noticeable innuendo. You pull away before you can even taste the leather; shaking your head. “Depends, are you asking me?”.

Bucky’s eyes darken at the sight of your lips wrapping around him. It’s like a switch was flipped, this wasn’t another office fuck. The way you made him feel was primal, he never needed anyone like he needed you right now. “Do that again, see what happens.”. He says, practically groaning the words out.

Your heart starts pumping deep in your stomach, you could feel that nauseous feeling some would consider butterflies. Bucky wasn’t gonna answer your question about asking you on a date, because in his mind, once he had you, there was no need to pretend with dinners and movies. Bucky leans in, pulling your face closer to his with the strong grip he has on you. “I dare you.”.

You couldn’t back down now, you had him hooked, and you were obviously winning the game. You smirk at his possessive eyes, then you wrap your lips around the thumb again, a little more of it this time. Your tongue being able to flick against it, you would die at the thought of others blood staining it. But in this moment, it didn’t matter.

Bucky’s eyes watch your mouth intently, a little gasp escaping him. He was shocked, he didn’t expect you to do it. Now he had to figure out just what he was gonna do about it. He presses his thumb down on your tongue, paralyzing it. His eyes are almost black as they study your face. “You have no clue do you?” He presses his brows together.

You shake your head in his hand, not being able to speak. You don’t really know what exactly he’s referring to. “What I’m going to do to you when this mission ends.” He clarifies, pulling his thumb from your mouth, dragging his hand down your neck, a trail of your own saliva wetting your skin. Thank god you weren’t wearing foundation.

He presses the wet digit against your pulse point, and you can feel the blood stop rushing to your brain. Your mind starts racing with the possibilities, but the lack of oxygen is fogging it. Maybe you played the game a little too well. Maybe you want him and you’ve been denying it to yourself this whole time. “I-“ you begin to say but the shuttering of the quintet landing and the sound of Steve and Natasha unbuckling their seatbelts make you and Bucky snap out of the lust filled bubble you were in.

“We’re here.” Steve says, looking between you and Bucky, his eyebrows raising at seeing you to pressed so tightly side by side. Bucky removed his hand the second he realized we were about to be seen. But he didn’t care what Steve thought, so he didn’t move from his spot, just scowling at his so called friend from across the quintet. He gave him one more chance after the “needing to eat already” comment. But when he said you needed to lose weight, that was enough for him to feel differently about his friend, telling him to fuck off, and come back when he has some common decency.

He didn’t expect to be paired with him on a mission so soon. He ignores Steve’s hopeful eyes, turning to Natasha. “Coms on?” He says, sliding an earpiece over to you. Natasha gives a thumbs up, already typing away on a laptop, trying to find the blue prints for Bruno’s yacht.

He turns back to you, and Steve checks his watch, you had to go now, the boat was gonna undock soon. He presses the button that releases the platform, the heavy metal door slowly descending to the ground. Bucky had done such a good job distracting you, you almost forgot your mission entirely. Now you were in action mode, but you didn’t have the hang of your action mode quite yet. Bucky takes your hand in his. “I’ll be with you the whole night, okay?” He says, noticing the fear in your eyes. You nod, taking a cooling breath. “I’m ready.”

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drdemonprince · 1 year ago

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Hey, I just wanted to thank you for your honesty and willingness to explain how queer spaces can be a lot less transphobic than discourse within the trans community can make it seem. A lot of the past few years for me have been spent closeted out of fear that reactions around me would be uniformly hostile. Things are obviously going to be different for me as a transfem, but I have a much easier time being optimistic now!

I am so glad! Listen, the people who post online all the time about how miserably hard it is to find a place for oneself as a trans person create a kind of reverse survivorship bias. They are the people who have already convinced themselves it's best to forever remain closeted or that forging any kind of accepting community for oneself is impossible. Often, they are also people who once harbored unrealistic fantasies about just strolling up one day into a pre-existing community that was perfect for them, not realizing that we must form our relationships painstakingly one by one (it tends to be the white eggs/unhappy lonely trans people who are most prone to thinking of community in that way). there's plenty of trans guys who are doomers like this too and they really tend to actively encourage one another to remain locked away. it's like incel kind of behavior when it's taken to its most extreme form. sometimes, it can be outwardly really nasty homophobic shit too (especially among "afabs" who complain about "cis gays" never accepting them and being super privileged). in its milder form, it's just extreme trauma brain.

The people you do not hear from so much are the people who are busy out in the world going on dates, acting in plays, getting their asses spanked in dungeons, playing tabletop roleplaying games, and going to farmer's markets with their three also transgender wives. Those are the people who know (that is to say, have learned!) how to interact with their fellow queer people, have spent some time out in the community, and in all likelihood have many rich friendships with cis lesbians, cis gay men, enbies, asexuals, bisexuals, straight ish poly people, and everybody else under our big umbrella.

I don't want to be overly pollyannaish because of course trans people have a tough time, and especially trans women have unfortunately to be on the lookout for really vile transmisogyny. But I think when people are wounded and traumatized by these things, they sometimes make the entire world sound incredibly unwelcoming, which creates a self-limiting feedback loop of isolation and mistrust. That is what trauma does! But it is not the truth. and we only learn otherwise when we give other people the chance to prove our worst fears wrong.

Like, just for an example, this Sunday I was at a silent book club at Dorothy, a gay bar on the west side that skews lesbian but is for everyone. I'd never been there before but it was an absolutely charming experience! Dozens upon dozens of lesbians draped over couches and curled up in chairs with their books, quaffing cocktails, alongside a few random dots of gay and/or trans men. Trans women were just a natural completely unremarkable feature of this environment. I couldn't even tell you how many t girls were there. It would be like counting plus sized girls or butches at this lesbian function. If it's a good lesbian function, there's gonna be a diverse crowd and it won't be weird or a big deal to anyone, they'll just be like any other women there. a lot of the big lesbian events here in Chicago (like Strapped) are organized by trans women, so of course there's a robust trans femme presence there.

And all of these groups at this function were getting laid. the couches were overflowing with women, so many that girls were grabbing pillows to sit on and huddle together with their books on the floor. Girls canoodled and cuddled on couches. I saw a cis alt girl covered in facial piercings flirting with a very prim and proper trans girl who was dressed like a victorian governness. they didnt know one another, but after the silent book club hour was done, they left for a while together, then came back with some food. across from me and my friends, i watched them gathering up on the couch, the space between their bodies slowly closing up into nothing over the course of the evening. they flirted and touched and then left the bar together to (and im no expert on body language but i could pick up on this one) fuck eachothers tits right off.

and of course plenty of other lesbians and wlw paired off or tripled off and had their fun too. again, just like steamworks, fat people, thin people, black and brown people, white people, disabled people, neurodivergent people, trans people, older people, younger people, everybody was there. like any good queer space, it was just a reflection of humanity. there is always more that can be done to make these spaces more broadly accessible to full community. but part of that is by putting ourselves there.

again i dont mean to make it sound like finding and making one's space is easy! especially not for trans women! but I also don't want people to get seduced by the hopeless jadedness that some foment online. there are spaces that some trans women I know will never go to -- even an explicitly trans affirming bookstore like Women and Children First gives many trans women I know bad vibes they cant quite explain but all feel (the store is owned and run by old white cis lesbians, it's not surprising to me that it's a little fucked no matter their good intentions) -- and ive heard people say transmisogynistic stuff at events, particularly from "ill date anybody but cis men" type t boys (my brothers, i hate you). shit can be tough. very tough. but also, the world isn't all uniformly as hostile as it's made out to be. there are people who are desperate to meet you. I hope you will come out to find them.

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soft-girl-musings · 1 year ago

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Perks of Being a Wallflower

Jake Lockley x plus size fem!Reader

cross-posted to ao3

tags: rated T for thirsty jake, author does not dance but saw it on the tv once (i'm mostly kidding), mustachioed jake jumpscare (tagging for the haters), no use of Y/N

wc: 1.9k

fic summary: For Jake, a night on the town means sticking to the background, listening for signs of trouble. That all changes when he sees you at the dance hall.

A/N: still on the jake train and I am making it everyone's problem. just wanted to preface by saying, as a curvy girlie, i recognize that plus size folk are not a monolith. so everything in this fic is based on my own experience, etc. enjoy!

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Jake likes to keep his intel hotspots in rotation.

Mondays and Wednesdays he'll head to the diner after a day in the cab, refueling and checking in with his network.

Tuesdays and Thursdays he'll hit the bars. Weekends are mostly for driving.

But Fridays? Fridays are for dancing.

Jake's guilty pleasure is scoping out the dance hall. The clubs have their appeal, but there's something timeless about the hole in the wall he’d discovered a while back. Nothing special, just a cozy ballroom with a bar, tables lifted on a platform framing ¾ of the room and turning the dance floor into an inverse stage.

Tonight he nurses a beer in the corner, listening to a couple of seedy characters describe some suspicious activity at a warehouse he'd been tailing. But he hasn't caught much of their conversation. Truth be told, he's a bit distracted tonight.

Because of you.

He'd seen you come in with four other people, two couples by the look of it. He'd been immediately taken by you: while some patrons came to dance in jeans and t-shirts, you'd dressed to impress. He'd shamelessly raked his eyes over your form, generous curves hugged by the bodice of your dress that trailed down over your ample hips. You walked with a timid sway, the movement inevitable even as you drew your arms about yourself, settling into your seat with care at a table clear across the room from him.

As much as he's tried to fight it, his attention always drifts back to you: poised and pretty, eyes scanning the room as one couple, then another leaves you for the Latin-dance-of-the-week group lesson hosted like clockwork every Friday. The instructor drones on, but Jake is zeroed in on you: all softness and warmth, criminally tucked away from the rest of the fun.

The warehouse can wait.

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You don’t consider yourself the kind of girl someone crosses the room for.

That’s probably why you don’t notice the determined stranger making his way across the crowded dance floor, eyes trained on you as he adjusts his cap with a smirk.

You’re taking another sip of your overpriced cocktail when you hear an unfamiliar voice below you.

“Not a fan of the rumba?”

You finally register the man standing by the corner of your table. He’s handsome, you have to admit, his dark features highlighting kind brown eyes, creased from his almost too-eager smile. When you realize he’s talking to you, your words are still slow to come out.

But he doesn’t miss a beat. “It’s the mustache, isn’t it?” He grins sheepishly, dragging a palm across his lower face. “Knew it’d skeeve some people out, but I thought I’d give it a go.”

“No,” you say too quickly for your own liking, “It’s, ah– nice. Suits you.”

You’re met with a cheeky grin as he steps closer, eyes half-lidded as he leans in. “I’m Jake. Nice to meet a friendly face.”

You eye him warily, wondering what his angle could be. A quick glance around the room confirms there’s only so many unattached women surrounding the dance floor. You sigh internally. The game is always the same: keep them entertained until the girls they really want to talk to come back from the bar, or the bathroom, or stray just far enough from the guys they arrived with.

Might as well play along.

Settling back into your seat, you tell him your name. His grin widens as he echoes it with something bordering reverence, and you bite your cheek to keep from smiling too wide.

Jake props one elbow on the table, looking up at you. Seems like he’s not going anywhere for a while.

“I gotta know– you not a fan of the rumba?” He asks again, staring up at you dreamily. You don't catch it, your eyes flitting between him and the dance floor. The lesson is over, and couples spread out to dance independently.

“Hm? Oh, um– it’s alright,” you say with a shrug, arms wrapping around your middle again. “Just not a dancing night for me.”

Truth be told, it’s been ages since anyone’s invited you to dance. You’ve contented yourself with watching, although something deep inside aches for someone to ask you to–

"Dance with me."

You raise an eyebrow, struck by his bluntness. "I'm sorry?"

He leans in, both arms now resting on the table. "Dance with me, doll." His grin widens as he drinks you in. Your cheeks heat under his gaze, and you almost believe the admiration behind his eyes.

You press your lips together and look back to the crowd. "No thanks."

"I promise I don't bite," he teases, baring his teeth for effect. The slight gap in his smile catches your eye and you look away again. He's definitely a charmer.

"I…" you trail off, searching for an excuse but find you're hesitant to give it.

Your self-sabotaging streak wins out. "Sorry, I have to keep the table for my friends." You nod toward the couples you came with, each person settled in the arms of their partner as they stumble through the rumba on their own. Your frown deepens; it does look fun.

Jake hums and props his head on one hand. "Don't tell me you only tagged along to watch their purses? Not the best of friends," he adds, critique mixed with sympathy.

You almost tell him that this wasn't the plan, you were meant to have a date tonight. A date who suddenly couldn't make it once your friend had caved and sent him a picture of you– a snapshot you'd both hoped wouldn't "fatfish" but was flattering enough to entice him to commit. Clearly he didn't.

You consider telling him everything, so lost in thought you don't realize he's been saying your name. He calls you once more, and you snap back to the present, tearing your eyes away from the dance floor.

"Sorry, what was that?"

As you speak, Jake walks around the table until he's closer to your side. He holds out his hand.

"C'mon, one dance." He asks again, angling his head to catch your eye. "Please?"

The last of your resolve absolutely crumbles at the way his voice softens with every word. As if you have something he wants. As if you could reject him and make it sting.

Oh, what the hell.

"...Alright. One dance."

You didn't think he could smile any wider, but he does– tossing his cap onto the table and trailing a hand through his thick black curls, he's all crow's feet and smile lines as you accept his hand.

Jake weaves between dancing pairs with you in tow, until you reach the middle of the floor. Your eyes dart around at the couples surrounding you, but a gentle touch under your chin brings your attention back to him.

"Just focus on me, yeah?" His voice is still soft, keeping you grounded in the eye of the busy dance floor. You nod, letting out a shaky breath.

"Right, so–" Jake clasps your right hand and raises it to chin level. He moves your left hand to cradle his shoulder, and places his right hand on your shoulder blade. It takes everything in him not to squeeze the flesh under his palm; you're just as warm and soft as he'd thought you'd be.

He talks you through the basics, how to time your steps and the flow of each movement. Every so often, he’ll lift your chin again, since you keep looking at your feet to keep up.

You catch on quicker than you’d expected. Even though your cheeks are blazing, you feel yourself loosen up– your body relaxing, your hips swaying a bit more freely.

Jake can tell: he’s never short of praise and encouragement, and has to remember his own advice to stop himself from watching your hips the whole time.

"Alright," he warns, "here's something a little tricky-"

As soon as you feel his hand flex, you know what to do. You step out and deftly spin under his arm, hips swaying with a cheeky flourish for effect.

Jake barks a laugh of surprise, arms settling back into place as you complete the step.

You let yourself crack a smile. “You third wheel enough of these dance lessons, you’re bound to pick some things up.”

“No kidding,” he affirms, resuming an easy rhythm for you both. You’d think he was born with that grin on his face, the way it hasn’t faltered since he introduced himself.

One song bleeds into another, but neither of you notice. Instead, you draw closer together, your frame more relaxed and your heart racing. With every beat, you fight back the budding intoxication of the moment. Because this can't be real; this can't be something that lasts. No matter how many praises he showers, winks he offers, or lingering brushes against your hips, shoulders, seemingly anywhere he can touch you, you know you won't be hearing from Jake once you leave this dance floor. That's how this always goes down.

The song ends and you both slow to a stop. Slightly breathless, your hands trail up to Jake’s shoulders, thumbs tracing the fabric there as you work up the courage to ask one last question.

"So… is this the part where you go back to your friends and tally up who got the big girl to believe you were interested?"

Jake's brows knit together, his hands pressed to your shoulder blades to hold you steady. "I don't-"

"Oh please, you don't have to pretend. I survived high school, I can take it." You smirk, worrying your lip to keep your disappointment at bay. This was a nice fantasy, but you know how this ends.

The band starts to play a slower tune, and his eyes meet yours. In a flash of flexed arms and footwork, you’re suddenly looking up at him, body tilted back as he dips you. A cheeky grin is plastered on his flushed features.

"Doll, you misunderstand." He draws you back up, bringing you cheek to cheek as the stubble of his warm face scratches your skin. He continues, voice low and close to your ear:

"We're dancin' because it'd be criminal to leave such a pretty wallflower unplucked all night." He starts to sway in time to the music, still holding you. An invitation to stay, to do this all again.

You lean back; his rapt attention is trained on you like before, the warmth in his brown eyes seeping into your cheeks. Your face blossoms into the widest smile, your soft angles catching the light and making you look downright radiant.

"That's… so corny." And you laugh, a rich, uninhibited sound pouring from your lips until tears nearly spill down your cheeks.

Jake takes it all in– the vision that you are. His hand trails down to the softness at the small of your back. The way you quake from laughter sends a thrill up his spine, and he chuckles in turn. If he wasn’t holding you, he swears he’d be a little weak in the knees.

You rest your forehead against his shoulder as you calm down. “What’s one more dance?” You breathe, letting yourself move in time with the music.

Jake bites his lip and nods, taking your hand again. “Thought you’d never ask, doll.”

With a flick of the wrist he spins you out, eliciting another laugh from you as he pulls you back in.

The warehouse can definitely wait: his night's going to be spent drawing that sweet sound from your lips as long as you'll let him.

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A/N: when I say "brainrot," i mean i couldn't sleep until i set this gd thing to publish (don't ask me what time)

huge shoutout to @hon3yboy @chrissymodi-frost and @mrsnadeem for letting me ramble in your DMs about dancer!Jake, all my love my darlings <3

addtl tag list: @lunar-ghoulie @shadystarlightgentlemen @casa-boiardi

tysm for reading!

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dreadsuitsamus · 4 months ago

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Rich & Sad | Jiraiya x Reader |

author's note: this was in the wip graveyard for like a year plus, ngl, though @yeowangies admitting to being an old man fucker helped revive it. this is based on a song of the same name by post malone (i know, big surprise coming from me)

pairing: jiraiya x fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol, typically all the sadness you would think of in a jiraiya work tbh

I just keep on wishing that the money made you stay.

Jiraiya's pen flicks easily along the notepad; most authors opt for computers these days, and he supposes he should get with the times. But his old method of writing by hand on whatever scrap of paper he could find got him this far: sitting in a mansion with no spared expense and every amenity a man could dream of. Hell, it all started in a bar with an idea written on a cocktail napkin as he watched the bartender serve her regulars and newcomers through a peaceful reverie. It was the look in her eyes, so clearly not present unlike the rest of her working body, that flooded through the dam of his writer's block that sent him through a flurry of those little square napkins.

It's cold, though. Even with all the money his bank account could ask for, he finds turning the furnace on pointless; there's nobody to keep warm, and he's been numb to it for quite some time now. Perhaps he should relocate to the mansion down in Mexico soon— tis the season.

You always hated that mansion.

"Don't you love the view, babe?"

"Yeah…" Your eyes shifted from his as you lied.

He should burn it to ash.

Jiraiya's latest novel is for a new series, and while he initially only intended a one-off, he's quickly coming up with idea after idea to turn it into the most dramatic story he's ever thought of. It may just rival any soap opera by the time he's done— and wouldn't that be something, if he could have a book turned into a show or a movie? He's already got more money than he knows what to do with; it'd just be wasteful at this point.

But maybe a few more zeros on his bank balance can convince you he's worth it?

Jiraiya sets aside the pen and makes a call whilst surveying the empty room, reserving his usual VIP room at a club downtown, preemptively adding a few extra bottle girls to his tab before the line clicks and he's off to dress himself. His closet is massive, the size of the three bedrooms he had the walls of removed just to accommodate this collection of suits, accessories and the like, most of which he's never worn.

“Jiraiya, those rooms were supposed to be for our kids, not some ridiculous closet!”

“Relax! I can buy another house, baby, don't worry.”

Even in his own home, he's got appearances to upkeep.

Though he has worn every single tacky Hawaiian shirt he owns, of which he has an entire corridor of this closet dedicated to. The club he's booked tonight has a dress code specifically against those, however (and specifically put in place because of Jiraiya) so tonight he's opting for a black suit with gold accents and leaves the shirt behind as he buttons the jacket about halfway. He's not sure who started this movement of showing up half dressed, but he'd love to get on his hands and knees and give them all of his gratitude.

Jiraiya walks by the empty, unlit portion of the closet, refusing to think about the day he’d finally unscrewed and tossed out the lightbulbs shining light on his darkest days.

The club is loud, packed and boozy when Jiraiya arrives. He's enough of a regular to be vaguely anticipated even without his reservation, and as such there's more than a conga line’s worth of women waiting for him. The symphony of “Hiiii Jiraiya~!” is intoxicating, along with the cheers when he announces the drinks are on him tonight. He's got a card on tab at all times here; he doesn't even remember what it looks like, but it's probably a black card.

“Babe, you gotta start spending more on your card. The penalties are kicking my ass!”

“Then cancel the card.” Your voice is dead, along with your feelings for this relationship. You can't remember the last time you spent time with Jiraiya rather than a product of his wealth.

Jiraiya goes through the throngs of pretty ladies itching to be his sole beneficiary, kissing them all with an obscene amount of tongue before he's even gotten to his private party room. The bottle girls are ready, serving what he's buying to every patron in the club. The atmosphere is rowdy and everyone's having fun, swapping drinks, pills and saliva. What else are Saturday nights good for?

“Can't we stay in for once? I'm not up for partying.”

“Well, what the hell else are we gonna do?”

In the center of the room, Jiraiya sits alone in the plush armchair, staring through the sexy bodies before him and rather at the wall. When you've done this once, you've done it a thousand times. He hasn't found joy in any of this in many years now.

He hasn't felt anything.

All this stunting couldn't satisfy my soul.

Jiraiya’s back in the mask the moment gentle fingertips touch his jaw, and when he looks up he could swear he's seeing you. But then one blink and the truth is before him: you're not here, and never will be. As the image of the stripper before him settles, he plasters on a smile and allows her to pour the liquor right into his mouth.

By closing time, he's got thousands on his tab and can hardly stand on his own. He's more than capable of holding his liquor, but frankly he's had much more than he should've. Truthfully, he's surprised he's got a liver at all anymore. Jiraiya stumbles out of the club, that big body crashing into a light pole as he fumbles for his cell phone, the device being the latest edition Apple has to offer, though the old man can hardly figure any of it out. It crashes to the concrete, shattering the screen that brightly displays a picture of you looking so bright and smiley and happy.

He stole the photo from your Instagram page when you posted it on a day many moons after you left him. And he made sure to crop out the man beside you that's wearing your wedding ring on his finger.

Jiraiya hits the ground hard when he bends over to pick up the phone, and with the cold air chilling the sidewalk he finds himself more willing to stay there than try to find a way back home in his inebriated state.

Got a hundred big places but I'm still alone.

The bright light of the broken screen blinds him, but he still manages to dial your number through nearly-closed eyes. The ringer drones on and on, and just when he thinks he's going to voicemail, the line picks up.

“Jiraiya.” It's said with a sigh, softly. There's no irritation this time, and instead he's met with nothing but pure sadness. “You can't keep calling me.”

“What if I penned a new medical drama, hm? Those’re popular…”

“Why don't you do what fulfills you, like your first novel?” Before he'd waded into the world of smut and taken on those rabid readers, he'd written a thrilling book that sold poorly, but has a rather dedicated cult following after all these years. It was a truly brilliant read, and even now serves as a reminder of the man you originally fell in love with.

“Those books don't sell. The money didn't make you stay… So it's gotta be worth the trade, no?” He's far too late in the game to make it right; after your ex-fiancée has her fifth wedding anniversary, there usually isn't any salvation in pulling your head out of your ass.

I would throw it all away.

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Where to Donate Prom Dresses Near Me 2024

Prom season is a magical time filled with laughter, memories, and of course, gorgeous dresses. However, for many high school students, the cost of a prom dress can be overwhelming and out of reach. That's why it's important to consider donating your prom dress after the big night is over. Not only does it give someone else the chance to feel like a princess, but it also helps reduce waste and promotes sustainability. If you're wondering where to donate your prom dress near me in 2024, look no further! We've compiled a list of organizations and locations that accept prom dress donations in your local area. Let's make someone's prom dreams come true while also making a positive impact on our community.

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Types of prom dresses are accepted for donation in 2024

When considering donating prom dresses in 2024, it’s essential to know what types of dresses are typically accepted by organizations and charities. Here are some types of prom dresses that may be accepted for donation in 2024:

1. Formal Dresses: This includes full-length gowns, ball gowns, and mermaid style dresses. These are typically the most sought-after type of prom dress for donation.

2. Cocktail Dresses: Shorter dresses that hit above the knee but still have a formal feel can also be accepted for donation.

3. Plus Size Dresses: Many organizations look for plus-size prom dresses to offer a wider range of options to students in need.

4. Modest Dresses: Some organizations may specifically request modest-style dresses that cover shoulders and have a longer hemline.

5. Bridesmaid Dresses: While not traditionally considered prom attire, bridesmaid dresses can often be repurposed as formalwear for prom or other special occasions.

6. New or Gently Used Dresses: Most organizations will accept both new and gently used dresses, as long as they are in good condition with no major damage or stains.

7. Trendy Styles: Styles that are currently popular, such as off-the-shoulder or two-piece dresses, may also be accepted for donation.

It’s always best to check with the organization you plan on donating to directly to confirm their specific guidelines for prom dress donations in 2024.

Which organizations are accepting prom dress donations in 2024?

Many organizations are stepping up to accept prom dress donations in 2024, including:

1. The Princess Project: This organization collects gently used prom dresses and accessories and distributes them to high school students in need.

2. Becca's Closet: Becca's Closet is a non-profit organization that collects formal dresses and accessories to provide to high school students who cannot afford to purchase their own prom attire.

3. Operation Prom: This organization accepts donations of new and gently used prom dresses, shoes, and accessories and distributes them to high school students in need across the country.

4. Glass Slipper Project: This Chicago-based organization collects donations of new or gently used prom dresses, shoes, and accessories for underprivileged high school students.

5. Fairy Godmothers, Inc.: This non-profit organization collects donations of new and gently used prom dresses, as well as shoes, jewelry, and other accessories for low-income high school students in the Tampa Bay area.

6. The Cinderella Project: The Cinderella Project accepts donations of formal wear for both men and women to provide to high school students in the New Orleans area.

7. Prom Boutique: Based in Milwaukee, this organization accepts donations of formal dresses and provides them at no cost to underprivileged high school students.

8. Soles4Souls: This non-profit organization accepts donations of new and gently used prom dresses and distributes them to students in need around the world.

9. Cinderella's Closet: Cinderella's Closet collects formal wear donations and provides them at no cost to high school students in Central Indiana.

10. Dress for Success: This organization accepts donations of professional attire, including formal dresses, to provide to women in need who are seeking employment or career advancement opportunities.

Please note that this is not an exhaustive list and there may be other local organizations or charities accepting prom dress donations in 2024. It is always best to do some research and reach out to organizations directly to confirm their donation policies and needs.

Prom Dress Giveaway Exchange on Facebook

Facebook has become a vibrant platform for community connections. One of its popular features is the Prom Dress Giveaway Exchange groups. These groups allow individuals to donate, trade, or give away prom dresses to those in need.

Joining these communities is simple and often free. You can search for your local area’s exchange group by using keywords like "Prom Dress Exchange" or "Prom Dress Giveaway" along with your city name. Once you find a group that suits you, simply request to join.

Members post images of their dresses along with descriptions and sizes. Interested parties can comment on posts or send private messages to arrange pickups or exchanges directly with the donor. This fosters a sense of community while ensuring everyone has access to stylish options for prom night.

Moreover, many of these groups encourage sharing stories about past proms and future hopefuls, adding an extra layer of connection among members as they navigate this special occasion together.

Tax deduction for donating my prom dress in 2024

Donating your prom dress in 2024 can offer more than just a good deed; it may also provide tax benefits. Many charitable organizations qualify as IRS-approved, meaning they can issue you a receipt for your donation. This receipt is crucial for claiming deductions on your taxes.

The value of the dress plays a significant role in determining how much you can deduct. Generally, you should assess its fair market value at the time of donation. Consider factors like brand, condition, and original purchase price when estimating this amount.

Keep detailed records of your donation to support any claims made on your tax return. Photos of the dress and notes about where and when you donated it will help establish credibility if needed later.

Always consult with a tax professional or refer to IRS guidelines specific to donations for an accurate understanding of what you might claim. Doing so ensures that you'll maximize your potential deduction while remaining compliant with tax laws.

Impact of Prom Dress Donation

Donating prom dresses creates a ripple effect in communities. It allows young women who might not have the budget to afford formal wear to attend their special events with confidence and style. This is particularly important for those from low-income families.

Additionally, donating these dresses promotes sustainability. Instead of ending up in landfills, gently used gowns can find new life through another girl’s prom experience. This practice reduces waste and encourages a culture of reusing and recycling.

Prom dress donation also fosters community connections. Organizations often host events where girls can choose their dresses, creating a supportive environment filled with excitement and camaraderie. These gatherings build lasting memories beyond just finding the perfect outfit.

Moreover, many organizations use donations to raise funds for various causes, such as scholarships or youth programs. Each dress given has the potential to contribute positively not only to an individual but also to broader community initiatives.

Conclusion

Donating your prom dress is a wonderful way to make a difference in the lives of others. As we've explored, there are plenty of options available for where to donate prom dresses near you in 2024. From local charities and thrift shops to specific organizations dedicated to helping young people attend their own proms, the opportunities are vast.

The types of dresses accepted often range from formal gowns to cocktail attire, making it easy for everyone to contribute. Social media platforms like Facebook have also become hubs for dress exchanges and giveaways, providing another layer of community involvement.

Additionally, don’t forget about potential tax deductions that come with donating your items. This can be an added benefit while supporting those in need—an excellent reason to declutter your closet.

Remember that every dress donated carries the potential to brighten someone’s special day. Your generosity not only helps individuals but also fosters a sense of community spirit as we help each other shine during life's milestones.

FAQs

Where can I donate prom dresses near me in 2024?

Find local organizations and charities in your area that accept prom dress donations, such as high schools, youth centers, or non-profits focused on helping underprivileged teens.

Which organizations are accepting prom dress donations in 2024?

Learn about the top organizations accepting prom dress donations this year, including national charities and local initiatives dedicated to providing prom dresses to those in need.

How do I donate my prom dress in 2024?

Step-by-step guide on how to prepare and donate your prom dress, including where to drop it off, shipping options, and any specific requirements from organizations.

What types of prom dresses are accepted for donation in 2024?

Understand the criteria for donated prom dresses, including the condition, style, and size preferences of different charities.

Can I get a tax deduction for donating my prom dress in 2024?

Information on how to claim a tax deduction for donating your prom dress, including the necessary documentation and valuation process.

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The Ultimate Plus-size Gowns Guide on Xpluswear

Event season is here — have you found the best gown dresses? If the answer is yes, great; If not, don’t worry — there is still time!

Let’s explore some effortless ways to rock plus-size fashion from Xpluswear gowns.

The black glitter print is elegant and sophisticated, and the one-shoulder ruched design is flattering and stylish. he dress would be perfect for a formal event, such as a wedding, a gala, or a black-tie party.

The dress features a deep V-neckline that highlights your cleavage, while the mesh panel offers subtle coverage to avoid revealing too much.

If you’re feeling unsure about what to wear for formal occasions like cocktail parties, and homecomings, the plus size dress could be your lifesaver.

It features a champagne color, a unique one-shoulder design, and a maxi length, making it a perfect choice for a variety of special occasions.

The dress is designed to flatter a variety of body types, with a flowy and comfortable fit that accentuates the curves. The Maxi Dress is a must-have for any formal occasion.

This dress is made of high-quality polyester and spandex, so you can be sure it will behigh-quality polyester and spandex and comfortable to wear and will hold its shape all night long.

Elevate your fashion game with this plus size maxi dress featuring a skew neck, sleeveless design, tulle, and patchwork.

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Women looking for flattering plus-size dresses should first understand their body types. What fits a round-shaped body may not flatter a rectangle body shape. There are many resources available to help you learn how to dress for your body type. And remember, you can always find more plus-size outfit ideas on Xpluswear.

Rest assured, the plus-size dresses listed above are all great options for both formal and informal occasions！

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Dressing to Impress: Plus Size Outfits for Wedding Guests

Weddings are a beautiful celebration of love, family, and joy, and they offer the perfect opportunity to dress up and show off your personal style. However, finding the right outfit for the occasion can feel like a challenge, especially for plus-size individuals. The good news? With evolving fashion trends and the growing emphasis on inclusive design, there are countless plus size outfits for wedding guests that are stylish, comfortable, and flattering.

Whether you're attending a traditional ceremony, a chic modern celebration, or an outdoor garden wedding, this guide will help you explore the best options to make you feel confident and look radiant on the big day.

Understanding the Dress Code

The first step to choosing the perfect wedding guest outfit is understanding the dress code. Wedding invitations often provide clues about the level of formality expected, such as:

Black Tie: Opt for floor-length gowns or elegant cocktail dresses.

Semi-Formal or Cocktail: Choose knee-length dresses, jumpsuits, or flowy skirts paired with chic tops.

Casual: Embrace comfortable yet polished options like maxi dresses, sundresses, or tailored pants with blouses.

For plus-size wedding guests, this means focusing on styles and fabrics that flatter your body type while staying true to the dress code.

Styles That Work for Plus-Size Wedding Guests

1. Elegant Maxi Dresses

Maxi dresses are a timeless choice for wedding guests, offering both comfort and style. Their flowy silhouette creates a graceful look, making them perfect for semi-formal and casual weddings.

Look for empire waists or A-line cuts to highlight your curves.

Choose fabrics like chiffon, georgette, or jersey for a flattering drape.

Floral prints, pastel shades, and subtle embellishments work beautifully for daytime weddings, while darker tones with metallic accents shine at evening events.

2. Flattering Wrap Dresses

Wrap dresses are a go-to option for plus-size women, thanks to their adjustable fit and ability to accentuate the waist.

V-necklines elongate the neck and draw attention to the face.

Opt for dresses with flutter sleeves or three-quarter sleeves for added comfort and coverage.

Pair with statement jewelry and block heels for a polished look.

3. Chic Jumpsuits

For those who prefer something modern and unconventional, jumpsuits are an excellent alternative to dresses.

Wide-leg jumpsuits with a belted waist create a balanced silhouette.

Choose designs with interesting details like off-shoulder necklines, lace overlays, or sequins for a touch of glamour.

Jumpsuits in solid colors like navy, burgundy, or emerald are versatile and sophisticated.

4. Lehengas and Sarees

If you’re attending a traditional wedding, lehengas and sarees are classic choices. Plus-size women can rock these outfits by focusing on fabric, draping, and fit.

High-waisted lehengas paired with crop tops or long kurtas highlight the waist beautifully.

For sarees, opt for lightweight fabrics like chiffon, crepe, or georgette for an effortless drape.

Pre-stitched or pre-draped sarees are a convenient and stylish option for wedding guests.

5. Tailored Skirts and Tops

For casual or semi-formal weddings, consider a midi skirt paired with a stylish blouse.

A-line or pleated skirts create a flattering silhouette, while fitted tops or blouses with embellishments add a touch of elegance.

Choose bold prints or rich fabrics to make a statement without overshadowing the bridal party.

Colors and Fabrics to Consider

1. Colors

When choosing plus size outfits for wedding guests, consider the wedding theme and season:

Spring and Summer Weddings: Soft pastels, floral prints, and bright colors like coral or lavender.

Fall Weddings: Earthy tones such as mustard, olive green, burgundy, and burnt orange.

Winter Weddings: Jewel tones like emerald, navy, or deep red, paired with metallic accents.

Avoid wearing white (unless explicitly allowed by the couple) or anything too similar to the bridal party’s colors.

2. Fabrics

Comfort is key when selecting fabrics, especially for long ceremonies or receptions.

Lightweight and breathable materials like cotton, linen, and chiffon work well for warm-weather weddings.

For evening or formal events, go for luxurious fabrics like velvet, silk, or satin.

Accessorizing Your Outfit

The right accessories can elevate any outfit and complete your wedding guest look.

Jewelry: Statement necklaces, chandelier earrings, or stacked bangles can add sparkle without overwhelming your outfit.

Shoes: Choose footwear that’s both stylish and comfortable. Block heels, wedges, or embellished flats are great options.

Clutches and Bags: A small clutch or crossbody bag is perfect for carrying essentials like your phone, lipstick, and tissues.

Wraps and Jackets: For outdoor or winter weddings, add a stylish shawl, cape, or jacket to stay cozy.

Styling Tips for Confidence

1. Fit Is Everything

No matter what style you choose, ensure that your outfit fits well. Tailored garments not only look better but also make you feel more confident.

2. Highlight Your Best Features

Focus on cuts and designs that accentuate your favorite features. For example, V-necklines, cinched waists, and flowy skirts can create a stunning look for plus-size individuals.

3. Comfort Matters

Comfort is just as important as style, especially when attending long ceremonies. Choose outfits that allow you to move, dance, and enjoy the festivities without feeling restricted.

Celebrate Your Style

Gone are the days when fashion options for plus-size wedding guests were limited. Today, there’s a world of beautiful and diverse styles to choose from, ensuring that everyone can feel confident and stylish while celebrating love.

The key to finding the perfect plus size outfits for wedding guests is to focus on what makes you feel amazing. Whether it’s a flowy maxi dress, a modern jumpsuit, or a traditional lehenga, the right outfit is one that reflects your personality and helps you shine throughout the event.

After all, weddings are about joy and togetherness, and your style should reflect that spirit. So embrace your curves, celebrate your individuality, and step into the celebration with confidence and flair!

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