**"Don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine...and life makes love look hard...but they can't take what's ours" ~Ours by Taylor Swift. WARNING for offensive language and touchy subjects. ENJOY! Comment on if you think any of these should be made into full stories~!!**
1). Don't
"Don't." Toris says tightly without turning around, his hands clenched into rather feeble fists at his sides. No matter who or what it had to do with, he was never in his life good at controversy. He liked peace. "Please, Feliks.."
"He's a total douche!" his best friend insists. He's at his heels. "Tori, you and I both know that--I can't believe you still--"
"I said don't!" he finally snaps, but when he looks at his best friend's shocked face, he immediately feels guilty. "I'm sorry," he says softer. "Please, just drop it."
2). You
"You idiot."
Toris looks up from the book he'd been peacefully reading, his dark eyebrows furrowed slightly. Feliks glares down at him, his hands perched on his hips. He can't help but raise an eyebrow. "What...? I-I don't understand...? What've I done?"
"You're like one hundred percent blind! I mean, like what do I have to do?! This?! Will this make you realize?!" Feliks rambles on. He takes Toris' chin in his soft childlike hands and then he kisses him.
3). Worry (mpreg AU)
Feliks leans his head in exhaustion against his partner's chest. "Tori? Are you... worried at all?"
Toris smiles and presses a light kiss to his sweaty temple. "I worry everyday," he admits in his quiet soothing way. "I'm worried right now...but I couldn't be prouder, you know that? Twins..."
Feliks squeezes his hand.
4). Your
"Your best friend's a fucking fag." Natalya says flatly, a sneer twisting her pretty face. In the background, Ivan frowns. Toris feels his icy stomach drop; he feels sick. He wishes he was brave. He wants to scream at her--scream at both of them--defend his best friend! But he can't...he's a coward.
Feliks smiles his bright, lip-gloss smile. "You know what? I am. And I am proud to be one, bitch!" Toris' jaw drops. And then the blonde slaps Natalya in the face.
5). Pretty
"How do I look?"
Toris looks up from his book, taking off his reading glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose before actually looking. And when he does, his face turns pink.
Feliks is in front of him, grinning a stupid grin, his hand perched flirtatiously on his hip. A beautiful--short, tight--dress hangs off of him, a light pink. It ends at the knee.
"P-pretty." he whispers, and Feliks' grin gets broader.
6). Little
"Wish I was like, taller." Feliks huffs, crossing his arms moodily. Toris smiles at his smaller friend sympathetically, resting a hand on his shoulder and sparks jumped from his fingers.
"Why? I wish I was shorter." he shrugs, and Feliks looks at him skeptically. "Besides," Toris adds gently. "You're perfect the way you are."
7). Mind (WW2/concentration camp AU)
"Keep in mind," the soldier snarls. "Any fag behavior and you'll be immediately killed. Both of you, you disgusting mistakes." He spits directly in Feliks' pale face before shoving him and Toris to the ground, away from him. The soldiers kick him halfheartedly and then they leave.
Toris picks his partner's head up and strokes his dirty, gaunt cheeks, his head in his lap. They shaved all the 'prisoners' heads when they arrived, and Feliks looks like a child without his beautiful blonde hair.. In the dark, he presses a firm kiss to his temple. And he wonders how long they'll hold on for.
8). People
"Eek, I do not like, like people!" Feliks says shrilly, holding onto Toris' arm so tightly that the taller man knew it'd leave a mark. "They're all super gross and dirty and like urghh--heathens!"
Toris snickers and Feliks pinches him. "Not cool, Tori. Not. Cool."
9). Throw (*technically* high school AU)
"My. Only. Son. You're throwing your life away... your whole life! And for what?! For-for him? A fucking guy?! You faggot. You're a disgrace."
Toris, terrified, squeezes his boyfriend's fingers tightly till they're maroon. Feliks has his chin up, meeting his angry father's steel gray eyes. "I love him, Papa--you-you don't understand--!"
The man sneers. "Don't bother showing your face here again. You're dead to me." He slams the door, and a tear making his makeup run, Feliks takes a moment to bury his face in Toris' chest.
10). Rocks (Child/back-in-time AU)
Toris stares at the little boy in the dress, who smiles brightly at him. He feels cold. How had he went back in time and met his partner as a child again...? "My mama won't like, let me have any real pets, so I gotta pet rock instead! And like, he's a pony!"
"A-a pony...?"
The boy snickers. "Stupid, he's not a real pony. But when I'm like, lonely, I pretend he's a real one! A pink sparkly pony... I like ponies!"
11). At
"Sweetie, what are you staring at?" a smooth voice says. "Haven't you like, ever seen a dude in a dress before?"
And Toris turns bright red, lowering his eyes quickly. But not before he hears the guy laugh. Not meanly though; more like he was pleased..
12). Things ("Terrible things" by Mayday Parade-AU)
"Toris. I have to tell you a thing."
Toris looks up, a little unnerved. First of all, his partner Feliks was never, ever this serious. Second of all, he never called him by his full name. "What is it, love?"
The blonde sighs simply, and sits down at their kitchen table. "It's bad. Really bad." He lowers his eyes and Toris takes his hand, rubbing small circles in the soft skin, soothing. " 'm-'m sick, Tori. The doctor says I've only got like, a couple weeks..." Toris feels blood rush in his head. F-Feliks? No...no, he couldn't be... nothing harmed his cheerful boyfriend--nothing! Toris didn't let anything hurt him! ...please god, please no... "But don't be sad--I love you so, so much--I'm so glad I've had you. Even though it wasn't for a long time..."
13). That
"Is that what you're wearing to Arthur's party?" Feliks gasps, appearing in the doorway. Toris turns around, holding his shirt in his hands. Feliks' eyes flit to his well-toned chest and then back to his face; Toris was muscular, though you wouldn't guess it from the way he acts.
"Well...it was, until you said it like that."
Feliks sighs and shakes his head, disappearing again to the bathroom to do his hair. His boyfriend was fashion-hopeless.
14). Shine (high school AU)
"Stars can't shine without darkness," Toris says firmly, crouching so he's at the same height of Feliks, who's sitting. He takes his sleeve and presses it gently to the bruise on his cheekbone. His best friend gives a small pained smile through his tears. "You're a star... we'll be okay. You don't have to go back to your dad--you can come stay with me and my family, yeah?"
"Y-yeah." Feliks sighs and wipes his eyes, wincing. "Th-thanks, Tori." He takes a deep breath and pulls Toris to him in a tight hug, catching the taller guy off-guard. Toris wishes he doesn't have to let go.
15). And
"...and then I was like--hey! Tori, are you even pretending to be listening to me? Some people are so totally rude..."
"Sorry, Feliks." Toris says softly to his best friend, and tries for a small smile. "I was just...um, what were you saying?"
"Nothing." The blonde gets a sly smile on his face. "Sooooo who were you thinking of? Let me guess: Natalya?"
"N-no!" Toris stutters, more in surprise than anything else. And he wasn't.
"Hm...like, a guy then?" And was that hope in his voice...? Confusion and scary desire eats at his stomach.. No! Shut up, gay-part-of-brain! Everyone knew Feliks was gay by looking at him... but he was his best friend! He didn't like him like that!
"W-wha--no! Feliks, I'm not gay!" Lies, Toris, a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his brother says.
"...oh." Was that disappointment in his--shut up! Nevertheless, Feliks gives him weird looks now. Oh joy.
16). Life (mpreg AU)
"Tori~" Feliks walks in their apartment, grinning a little nervously. Toris lifts his head from his computer and takes off his spectacles, rubbing his nose. The blonde wraps his arms around his waist and kisses the back of his neck, moving his long hair (mullet?) first. "I have a huge special surprise for you..." he mumbles.
"Oh...?" Toris turns head. He doesn't like surprises. He likes his life steady, planned out between the two of them. But his partner is excited, so he plays along. The worst it ever was was when he bought a real pony from an auction...
"Yep." Feliks grabs the chair and spins it around--it being a spin-y chair--all the while beaming. He takes Toris' hand--calloused, thin, delicate, and beautiful--and, lifting up his t-shirt, he places it on his stomach. "I'm pregnant... Surprise!"
17). Makes
"You ever seen the 'This makes me moist' meme with the creepy old lady?" Feliks asks randomly one day. Toris looks at him in utter horror.
"...what?!"
18). Love
"I love you, you know that, Toris?" Feliks says seriously, slipping his hand into his partner's. "You are like so totally amazing, and beautiful, and wonderful, and...and I feel like I don't tell you enough so--"
"Shh," Toris hushes him gently, and he's smiling. He silences him with a tender kiss, and when he pulls away: "I love you too."
19). Look
"You don't look too well, Tori," Feliks says smartly, sitting down next to his best friend. If Toris was a different person, he'd glare at him; but he isn't, so he just groans. He feels a cool hand on his forehead. "Dude! You're super hot! I-I mean... damn, you know what I mean!"
"What do you mean, Feliks?" he says, smirking, and his voice is hoarse. Truth is, he is actually sick. But his family doesn't have insurance so he's not gonna do anything about it.
"Hm... You feel really hot. How do you feel? You might have a fever... Does your dad know? He's super nice...how is he by the way? But really, does he know? Have you been to the doctor's? Have you..."
Toris sighs and rests his head in his arms again. It was going to be a long day...
20). Hard (stripper AU)
Toris shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his hands wrapped around the cold mug of beer. He's nervous. And tired. A strip club was a bad idea for shy, introverted Toris...
"Alrighty, folks. Here's who you've been waiting for--your favorite little girl~!"
"I...um, I thought this was a gay place...?" Toris says nervously to the guy next to him, who gives him a weird look and hushes him rather rudely. Suddenly Toris feels ill: oh my god, what if this was some sick thing that had to do with kids?!
Suddenly the curtains open. And oh god, it's not a child; and not even a girl. They guy up there swinging his hips is small, young, and...beautiful. He looks perfect. Innocent-looking green eyes, round cheeks, shoulder-length silky blonde hair...and a smirk twitching his lips. The tight dress doesn't hurt either.
People whoop for him around Toris. He finds himself weaving through the crowd to get closer to the stage, to watch him. He does it like an art. Toris is uncomfortable in a new way--he's hard, leaning up against the stage, attempting to find money in his bag without taking his eyes off of the man. He wants to give him something, something for his work. Everyone else throws dollar bills (some miss the stage even)--but not him. He takes out four five-dollar bills and pushes them up on the stage deliberately.
The guy doesn't stop but he meets Toris' eyes, just for a split second. Toris can see he's just a guy--not some god, not anything like that--and he's beautiful, definitely, but he doesn't want to be doing this.
And Toris wonders what the blonde man in the slutty dress on top of that stage is thinking about him, whether he sees a lonely scared college student with an abusive boyfriend and needy little brothers; or if he sees a seedy, horny kid slobbering in front of some poor prostitute..
Ashamed and horrified at himself, he leaves before it's over.
21). But
"I love you."
Toris freezes. Oh no... "Feliks," he says softly, desperately, in the alleyway and in the dark. "I-I'm flattered--"
"Oh no." Feliks speaks what he had been thinking, shaking his head so hard that his pretty hair moves. "No no no...Tori, don't say that... Please let there not be a 'but', please please plea--!"
"I'm dating someone--!"
"A douche." The blonde says coolly. Toris tenses up defensively.
"You've never met him, so please, don't say that." he sighs then. "I'm sorry. I really like you, and-and we can always be friends--but--"
A tear runs down Feliks' cheek, making his makeup run.
"--but I can't."
22). They (mpreg AU)
"C-can you like, feel them?" Feliks grunts, lifting his neck so he can look at his partner while laying down. His shirt is pulled up and Toris' hand is rubbing circles into his large belly.
"Yeah I can, hold on... Wait, they?" Toris, ever the sensible one, furrows his eyebrows. "What do you mean, 'they'?"
"Didn't I tell you, babe?" Feliks drops his head back onto the pillow tiredly. "We're having twins..."
23). Can't (some sort of magic-AU)
"You totally can't do this." Feliks says firmly, his fingers laced through Toris'. He's glaring with all the anger a 5'1 cross-dressing guy has. Toris is gripping his fingers, half to protect him, and half to actually keep him out of trouble. Sometimes he felt more like his babysitter than his boyfriend... *sigh*
"Actually, I just did." the man says, grinning, his unruly eyebrows making him look crazy. He snaps his fingers dramatically, and...nothing happens. Toris lets out a relieved breath he didn't know he was holding, and Feliks frowns.
"Very cool, Artie."
"Damn magic--DON'T CALL ME THAT." Arthur snaps, and he snaps his fingers again. Toris' stomach flips...and this time, Feliks disappears.
24). Take
He grips his hand. "Don't let them take me, Tori...p-please..."
Blood bubbles up from his pale lips. Toris holds him closer, whispering sweet nothings to him in Polish. It seems to calm him down a little bit.. Toris wonders if he's talking about death, or the real people who'd take him away. Nevertheless, he's dying. Toris feels sick from trying to hold his tears in--he won't cry in front of his partner, he'll be strong for once in his goddamn life--and he holds him, shaking hands stroking his hair, his face...
"I love you, darling..." he presses his lips to his temple, and then the tears come.
25). What's (Zombie AU)
"What's going on?" Toris asks the cashier with wide green eyes--the only other person in the small store. The guy (? because he's wearing a dress) shrugs and blows a bubble with his gum.
"Do I really look like, like I'd know what's like, going on?" the guy drawls. Toris blinks and shrugs shyly.
Outside is complete chaos. People are screaming and running, cars are still running, places are being looted... Toris glances at the cashier curiously, who raises his eyebrows.
"Don't even think about trying to rob me, you...you nerd!" he says shrilly. Toris looks at him affronted, when the radio pops on. The cashier fiddles with the knob, frowning.
"Blah blah blah chaos, blah blah blah death," he drawls carelessly, before he pauses. "Oh my freaking god..."
"What?!" Toris says worriedly. His father and brothers are out there! "What's happening?!"
"Calm your tits, dude." the guy says. He sighs. "They're saying there's a zombie outbreak."
W-what...th-the...fuck! He wants to scream, he wants to cry, he wants to say this is a fucking lie...! Instead what does he do? The world rushes up in black as he faints on the cashier.
26). Ours
The apartment is both of theirs. They share a lot.
They share the tall, dark-haired man's favorite set of plates as long as the smaller blonde man promises to be careful with them. They share a blanket when it get's cold. They share a meal, as a couple, when they go out on a date. They share the checks and bills for practically everything. They share clothes--or more, the blonde tries to get his partner to where fashionable stuff, and the other man blatantly refuses to put on a dress, unlike his partner.
They share a bed. They share a life.