AlcoholicYour tux is the colorAlcoholic2 years ago in Free Verse
of a coal miner’s face
after a long, hard day of work-
something you’ve never
had to experience
yet you talk as though
you’re just as worn out;
your trivial chit-chat
is turning syrupy with every sip,
although your sentences
aren’t getting any sweeter
you grab another glass
of the effervescent liquid,
hoping the sea of people
will turn to black dust,
and it will be dark enough
for you to fall asleep
as you walk tipsily to the bathroom,
the overpaid opera singer
belts her last high note- a bit too high;
your crystal glass shatters
into a thousand pieces
And with it, you shatter too.
The Little Things She Noticed At The AltarHis tuxedo's cuffs were frayed; worn.The Little Things She Noticed At The Altar4 years ago in Free Verse
Percy Jackson and Annabeth 17Percy Jackson and Annabeth 176 years ago in Teen
I looked over at the Annabeth, then the goddess standing in the middle of the field. Demeter was standing in the middle of the field cursing at the ground trying to make wheat appear. She looked over at me smiled then the smile turned to a frown when she looked down at her ungrown plants! "Umm...Ok!?" Annabeth said. We both bowed and walked away. "What do you think that was about?" She shrugged. When we got to the big house I smiled. The room was killed with balloons. Mr.D was the DJ playing "Blame it on the Alcohol". I looked at Annabeth grabbed her then pulled her onto the dance floor. We started dancing until I saw Clarisse run stage. She whispered something in Mr.D's ear. "Apparently we need to play a idiotic song for Ms.Chase and Peter Johnson!" Suddenly they started playing I'm Blue by Eiffel65. I started laughing. I blushed as the spotlight shone on Annabeth and I. She was laughing. Clarisse punched my arm. "Now dance with her kelp-for-brains!" I smiled "Thanks Pork-chop!" she s
You know you love me. (Tenth DoctorX Reader)You know you love me. (Tenth DoctorX Reader)2 years ago in Romance
"Doctorrrrrrr" You groaned laying on the floor of the TARDIS.
"Yes (Y/n)?" He asked walking into the room. You noticed he had a tux on.
“Oooooo fancy~!” You said sitting up.
He smirked and leaned on the railing of the stairs. “What’s wrong?”
"I'm bored! But I don't feel like running from danger...."
"Would you rather die?” He asked chuckling.
You laughed. “No. Let me rephrase that. I don’t feel like getting in trouble and having to run because something is trying to kill us.”
“Say, how about going to the 1800's? They have great balls. And-”
You cut him off by giggling madly and he rolled his eyes. “G-Great balls?” You managed to gasp still giggling.
“The dresses from that period are nice." He finished. “Honestly (Y/n) you’re such a child sometimes.”
You got up and grabbed his hands pulling him once around the control board. “Yeah but you know you love me” You said tea
Labour with TwinsLabour with Twins4 years ago in Short Stories
Labour with Twins
WARNING: This story contains male pregnancy, female pregnancy, minor language, and extremely descriptive, if not graphic, labour and birthing scenes. If you are not a fan of any of these subjects, than I would prefer if you not comment on my story, just to start flame wars and explain to the world how certain things, like mpreg, are disgusting and sinful. That is only your opinion, and there are some people that actually enjoy things like this, so please keep your opinions to yourself.
Since they were born, both Mistoffolees and Victoria had experienced everything with each other. Facing exile once the tribe found out that they were the offspring of the infamous Macavity, being adopted and raised by Bustopher Jones, and now, they were both mated to two toms that they were madly in love with, Victoria to Plato and Mistoffolees to Tugger. What really caught them off guard was when they both revealed to each other that they were pregnant. Misto wa
Hotel FinchlyIHotel Finchly4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The alarm wakes me. Brutal slamming screeching infernal creature. Forcing my eyelids apart. Forcing reality back in. Tearing me away from a frightful peace.
The drapes had not been drawn over the expansive window last night and blue-grey morning creeps into the room like San Francisco fog. An analogue of the aftermath of a personal tragedy. Over the horizon of my pillow the search beacon of the lighthouse down the breakwater swims about in fixed linear rotation. The slow motion explosions of light tolling for lost souls.
I sit up on the edge of the bed, the sheets and blankets now cold against my thighs. Stare through the red wine glaze over my eyes. Through the cinema-scape window. The parking lot and street outside are dead, bathed in shallow mist. I rub my face slowly and breathe.
There is no coffee in this place. A well-worn Mr. Coffee sits upon the Formica table, lonesome for the packets of single serve ground coffee that are nowhere to be seen.
The neon light above the bathroom
Capture - PoMTitle: CaptureCapture - PoM5 years ago in Short Stories
Fandom: Penguins of Madagascar
Characters: Titular Penguins, Hans the Puffin, Dr. Blowhole,
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'll give them back clean and de-humanized when I'm done, mm-kay?
Warnings: Humanized, slightly strong language, violence, threats, slash? I think?
Word Count: 2287
Author's note: And for the first time in forever, I've decided to mosey into the world of fan fiction. God only knows how this is going to turn out.
Blearily opening his eyes, Rico noted the cage. Well, not exactly a cage, more like a cell. Several of them. And he was inside one of them. He gingerly ran a hand down his face, noting the large bump on his left temple. Did somebody get the plates of that bus? His pained musings were broken by a hacking cough in the cell next to his. Private!
"I'm glad you've finally joined us, Rico. Welcome back to the land of the living." It was Kowalski. Rico tried to rasp something in reply, but his battered vocal cords refused to
PoM - Moments 6Title: Moments 6PoM - Moments 65 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Fandom: Penguins of Madagascar
Characters: Skipper, Rico, Kowalski, Private, Hans, Amarillo Kidd
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'll give them back clean and de-humanized when I'm done, mm-kay?
Warnings: AU, Humanized, violence, threats, slash (kinda blatant, actually.),
Author's note: This turned out to be my most blatantly slashy chapter yet. Fans of Slash, enjoy! Not-fans...uh... skip 52, 53, 57, 58 and move on?
51 Instant (Superhero!AU)
Whoever he was, he looked like a younger version of Dr. D, with the addition of goggles to block others from seeing his eyes. Bombardier had a faint feeling of recognition, almost like he should know the young man in the black lab coat. He even fought in a similar manner to a hero Bombardier once knew.
While Captain and Mr. Tux were fighting the Danish nut, Bomb managed to get a drop on the villain in front of him. Straddling the struggling man, Bomb grabbed the goggles. The villain instantly stilled, fearful of the
Top 5 Worst Animated SistersThe Top 5 Worst Animated SistersTop 5 Worst Animated Sisters5 years ago in Short Stories
Day Met the Night: Ch. 14Last Time: I got it, he muttered as he proceeded unwrapping. He tried to tune out her presence to focus. He didnt notice Haruhi staring at the woman in disbelief.Day Met the Night: Ch. 147 years ago in Teen
When he unwrapped the wrist completely, the warm hands of his mother closed softly around Haruhis wrist. After a few seconds, she released Haruhis wrist to show the skin was completely healed. She then took Tamakis hand and guided it to Haruhis. Once she was sure the two were holding hands in her grasp, she moved her hands away. Tamaki then realized Haruhi could see her, as well.
She smiled warmly at the two. Thank you, she told Haruhi, Take care of him.
Haruhi brushed her hair like Renge had instructed before she left for the ball. With her free hand, she straightened the diamond necklace Tamaki had left in her room that morning as a gift
'Tux' -Fullmetal Alchemist Story-'Tux' -Fullmetal Alchemist Story-4 years ago in Short Stories
Edward walked out of the dressing room and stood in front of me.
"Well?" He pressed when I didn't say anything "What do you think?"
Edward was standing there looking well, hot. Okay, smoking hot. I was helping him pick a tux for a formal military reunion he had to attend to, and though at first I thought it would be the most boring thing ever, being here looking at Ed in that tux was totally worth it.
Suddenly I remembered that he had asked me a question. And I still hadn't said a word. I blushed. God, I probably have looked like an idiot standing there staring at him.
"Wow Um " I had to close my eyes to clear my head and smiled "Y-you look really great on it".
He blushed. Aw he looked so cute when he did that "Really?" he said "Well, it's done then".
"Yeah yeah" I agreed turning around as he walked back to the dressing room.
"God Okay Winry, caaalm down. It's over now" I said trying to calm myself down.
Breathe in. breathe out.
Suddenly, I felt two s
The TuxA few days after the grils got their dresses, Seth took Jeff, ben, Liu, and Havoc out to get fitted for tux's. The while entire way, Jeff did absolutly nothing but complain.The Tux2 years ago in Humor
" I am not wearing a damn tux!" The killer complained. Havoc laughed. Seth, however, remained cross.
" jeff, you are not going to wear your hoodie to a wedding, especially not mine!" Seth said. Jeff grumbled under his breath. When they were at the tailor's, Jeff did even more complaining.
" I'll look like a fucking morticioner in one of these!" He said.
" Wierd, I honestly thought you'd be happy about that." Seth said, while the tailo
Rippin' the TuxRippin’ the Tux By the RRRREAL CORN MANRippin' the Tux3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
It was the day of the dance held every year for the students to get to know one another (OK YOU JUST KNOW THIS WILL LEAD TO TROUBLE). Mondo was standing in the middle of his room, as his older brother, Daiya, wrapped sport’s tape over Mondo’s waist. “I’m not kidding, Mondo. If you but rip this tuxedo, You’re going to get the beating of a lifetime.” Mondo laughed, “I’m not making any promises on that, bro.” Daiya slapped Mondo’s six pack playfully and grinned. “That’s what I expected.” He continued wrapping the tape all over Mondo. His arms, legs, and his chest were wrapped tightly and securely with the tape, to the point where Mondo couldn’t even move. “Perfect!” Daiya shouted, grabbing the apparel he was forcing his little brother to wear to the dance. He began dressing Mondo like a doll, laughing when he couldn’t get the sleeve up Mondo
The Tale of Tux n Tails 01Ponyville was a sunny, happy place. It wasn't without its problems, but no matter what happened, its residents seemed to be able to work things out. That was exactly why Tux n Tails was drawn there; his home town in Hoofton wasn't a very happy place for him.The Tale of Tux n Tails 014 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
He was a tall, dark grey Pegasus stallion with a salt-and-pepper mane and tail and four matching socks. His passions were numerous: making music, writing and telling stories, romance and chivalry, and kindness toward his fellow pony. The only problem with this was that his flank was blank. In Hoofton, most ponies got their cutie marks early on, and some didn't get theirs until they were grown, but it seemed that nopony else was a blankflank, especially this late in life.
So one day he left Hoofton behind and struck out on his own. He needed a place where he could fit in, a place where ponies would accept him for who he was.
The journey to Ponyville was long, even taking the train. He used the days to write music, to write stories a
All Dolled Up...And how we look upon deaf eyesAll Dolled Up...7 years ago in Other
and shine light to their broken retinas hoping it reflects
and gives them distinct humanity which they lack
and then, when it goes through ghosted pupils and bounces off the lids
we see simple sugars melding at the core
and conjoining with the simplicities
of a life with no complication of choice in development.
Hold they till they feel the color on their skin
and taste it on their
heightened tongue for them to understand
in a higher way
than their cross-eyed counterparts who relapse upon and
inject poison into empty veins,
The Crazy Man in the Tux James looked down on me. "Would you like to dance?" He gracefully put his palm out in front of me.The Crazy Man in the Tux4 years ago in Short Stories
I raised my eyebrows. "To this? Really?" The song playing in the background wasn't one young people were really keen on.
"Of course! Why not?" His twinkling eyes shined down at me. "Come! We can be the life of the party!"
I looked around at the rest of the party-goers. All over fifty. All sitting down.
"I'm not sure anybody else here could be the life of the party."
He chuckled at my sarcasm. "We could be a good example for those old folks. You know you want to."
I laughed at the empty dance floor.
"Fine," he said. "Don't join me."
He walked over the wooden dance floor all by himself and began to dance.
Hello, Is It Me You're Looking For?Hello, Is It Me You're Looking For?1 year ago in Short Stories
HELLO, IS IT ME YOU'RE LOOKING FOR?
Written by Diane N. Tran
Peter Jason Quill, better known as the Legendary Star-Lord, if mostly to himself, laced and looped his velvet bow-tie in the glassy reflection of the window with one hand, as he tapped a few key buttons to check the autopilot was functioning properly, careful not to wake the AI, with the other. His small but speedy little M-ship, Bad Boy — he didn't name it, but he might as well have called it that anyway — was to rendezvous with the homeship of the Guardians of the Galaxy, but it would be several hours until then.
Right now, it's all about him and his girlfriend.
The word sounded strange and foreign upon his tongue: Girrrrllllfffrieendd!
He's never had one. A serious one, specifically. Sure, he's had the meaningless one-night stands in every port and dive, hundreds of times, from here to Knowhere, for years and years; but nothing l
Roses and SwordsRose petals fallen sword falling from handRoses and Swords7 years ago in Free Verse
Death into the land we fly
Time passes for no one
Love stops midnight comes
Darkness and power flows
Rain falls hard against white torn skin red
As we cry and say goodbye
We pray the world heals once more
Small golden orbs fall to the future
To make right once more
what has been wrought unprovoked
So then we hope that no more swords will be used
in the fight for life, roses still will fly
Theme Prompt - Formal“I can’t believe how much this cost,” John grumbled, plucking at the lapel of his suit. His bow tie was hanging from his neck. After the third try at tying the damn thing, he’d given up. Sherlock, of course, looked impeccable in his black tux, the black bow tie neatly tied at his throat.Theme Prompt - Formal2 years ago in Short Stories
“Come now, John, it’s Mycroft’s and Greg’s wedding,” Sherlock replied, shaking his head. “Much as my brother annoys me, we couldn’t go looking less than our best.”
John walked further into the living room, stopping at Sherlock’s side. He scowled at the mirror, self-consciously adjusting the coat again. He’d never worn anything this fancy before, hadn’t had a need or the money to be able to buy a tux like this. He watched Sherlock fiddle with his cuffs, the glinting of diamond and silver catching his eye in the mirror. Even the cufflinks cost more than John made at the clinic in a month. He twisted one wrist, scowl
Sun Kissed Memories - Prologue /NaruSasu fictionSun Kissed Memories - Prologue /NaruSasu fiction1 year ago in Drama
Lightning rods pierced through one of the enemies’ back. He, along with his half-waved sword dropped to the ground revealing his intended target, still standing. The blond man glanced behind to see his teammate and friend had just saved him. A smile of new found drive spread on his worn out face, blue eyes glistening with conviction.
“Nice, Sasuke!” Naruto spoke in gratitude.
In one graceful step, Sasuke put his back to Naruto’s, sword in hand, eyes on the opponents.
“Three down, eighteen to go.” Sasuke calmly gave his battlefield analysis to his partner. “Ready?”
“You take the nine on your side, I take the nine on my side. Whoever finishes first wins!” Naruto’s grin could be heard.
“Hn.” Was all Sasuke had to say.
Their heels pushed the ground with enough strength to
The Menacing and the Beauteous, Chapter 3: Hold On3rd Division Inc. - 9:32 A.M.The Menacing and the Beauteous, Chapter 3: Hold On2 years ago in Short Stories
"Alright everybody, we need everyone seated. The meeting will start in approximately 8 minutes." Announced a white haired man, with beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
Rangiku was already seated, just as she waited patiently for the meeting to start.
"Ya don't mind if I take this seat, do ya?" Rangiku turned around, spotting the smiling President.
Before she would even answer his question, Gin had already taken the seat next to her. She crossed her arms, as she leaned on the back of her chair, "I guess not." Rangiku definitely tried to sound as neutral as possible, yet in a polite manner.
"So Ran-chan, how's tha company been treatin' ya?"
'Small talk, huh?' She thought. She really wanted to ignore him, "Not too bad. Izuru-kun has been helping me out with the things that I still don't understand." The light red headed girl then scanned the room, "Speaking of Izuru, where is he?"
Gin began to play with a spare pen that was provided on
Yo no te lo pedireYo no te lo pediréYo no te lo pedire2 years ago in Short Stories
El General del parche emitió un suave suspiro al salir de su oficina aquella noche, estirando el cuerpo firmemente, hasta que sus huesos tronaron y sus músculos se tensaron hasta dolerle, para finalmente relajarlos y soltarlos lentamente, con la finalidad de eliminar el estrés que se había ganado luego de varias horas de estar sentado e inclinado revisando los reportes enviado por sus compañeros y unidades bajo su cargo.
Bostezo ampliamente, cerrando la puerta detrás de él y dirigiéndose a las afuera del Consejo, dispuesto a descansar a su iglú y pasar un rato de descanso, o al menos eso esperaba en tanto Akiak no comenzara con sus ideas de verlo deshacerse en pereza en vez de entrenar o hacer algo más importante.
O peor aún, terminar limpiando el piso que había dejado limpio antes de salir… aún tenía que seguir trabajando en ese aspecto de “ll
Simply MoreSimply More3 years ago in Free Verse
It was more than just the swish of my dress
The touch of your hand
On the small of my back
As we danced and we rocked
To the music
It was more than just the voice of the band
The tap of their heels
In those red shining suits
As the crowd jumped around
To the beats
And it was more than just the way that you looked
The white Boutonniere
On the black of your tux
As we stepped and we spun
On the floor
It was simply the way that the tingle began
The soft look in your eyes
While you stared into mine
When our foreheads, they touched
As we danced
It was simply the way that our bodies came close
My yellow entwined
With your white and your black
As we swayed back and forth-
Moved in sync
It was simply the way that our feelings combined
The pull of our love
To the touch of our lips
As our hearts took control
In sweet rhythm