wow hi its deros culo here so um yeah u know my account got banned and it removed all my content cuz everyones an assfaggot heeeeeyyyyy
includin my fic and now i cant write it ugh so anyways sav [skitty/dem] wrote part 1 of a fanfic and now she doesnt wanna write it so im takin it over and shiit she wrote the prompt for the beggining awesome right no okay shut the fuck up and read
rushys pov woohoo
Something, though I can't quite put my finger on what, irritated me about the way Washington had responded to the whole ordeal with the frat guys at the beach. Which is, in itself, not unusual, however what concerned me was how the annoyance I experienced along with it carried even if just slightly into the following day. por then, I shouldn't have cared, having it completely out of my mind 24 hours later. Truly it wasn't that big of a deal, for it's not like I could bag on someone for finding Tally sexy. Anyone in their right mind would find her sexy. Most likely t'was the complete and utter disregarding of me at the beginning por the two bastards, though saying that was the cause entirely would be a large lie. Washington isn't stupid. She could easily see the ignorance of them, possibly más so considering she was the "victim" of their creeping so to speak. Yet still she defended them in a sense....? Curious indeed. If I were in her place I would be happy to be so protected. Perfect as I like to believe Tally is, I can't deny the fact that it's all very strange. Undoubtedly she did not enjoy the overly-straightforward advances of the strange men -if they even deserve to be called such a mature term, "boys" would be más appropriate-, yet Washington seemed slightly pissed when I punched the guy. más in order to make myself happy than anything, I ended up concluding it was just Tally's tremendous care for others that reacted in such a way. Ah, Talullah, so very sweet~ <3 Settling on this made it easier to go on with the siguiente day. Albeit the día being very slow either way. Slow, that is, until a certain visitor decided to mostrar up uninvited.
"Uninvited" being a loosely-used term, for not too long hace Tally told him -without consulting me, mind you- he could come over whenever he pleased. With which I had to disagree [though I didn't dare mostrando it]. Always he liked to cuddle with Washington and such. Do things like compliment her [which isn't a problem to say, but there is of course limits], once going as far as besar her cheek. Needless to say it sent bursts of jealously throughout my spirit, stupid as it was. Her and I did the same even before we were dating! ....Making it even worse for, as tu already know, Washington and I are now in a very deep, loving relationship [so I was hoping]. Today had the unfortunate luck of being no exception in the slightest with the jealousy and it's cause. Sitting in one of the thick beanbags Tally had arranged in our small living room before I moved in, my thoughts were starting to settle down to the conclusion I mentioned previously as I stared into space, absent-mindedly knitting something, contently. Peacefully. Tally was, at the time, showering in the bathroom, leaving me alone. Alone until the door burst open without the smallest warning. Not a knock, not a doorbell ring, nothing. Only the sound of the front door swinging back against the muro alerted me of the person so casually entering the apartment, as he had done many times before. "He" being a boy por the name of Finland. Never had a problem with him until around that time, really. "Hey~!" Finland chirped happily enough, which was obviously not annoying, if anything a pleasant sound. Even so I could correctly assume he wasn't at the apartment to hang out with me.
"Welcome back, Fin." muttered I, eyes looking down to my knitting. Whatever I had planned to knit was no longer visible, concluding from the jumbled-up mess I held. Nor had it ever really existed, truthfully. Still I pretended to knit it, only so I wouldn't come of as rude to him without reason, in order not to unintentionally glare at the kid o something. "Where's Tally? She's really the reason I came here.~" Questioned Finland, a pregunta unsurprising, yet it caused me to stop abruptly, accidentally jabbing a knitting needle into my thumb. Deep, but not deep enough to draw blood. Of course he was there just for Washington, what else was new. Usually this wouldn't be all concerning, in fact not concerning at all. However it brought back thoughts of the oddity of Washington's responses to the frat boys yesterday, which only annoyed me further. How everybody seemed to just worship her albeit her being CLEARLY MINE. Eventually, people would start to realize that. "Oh. She's in the shower, we're getting ready to go out for lunch." Replied I, with an unintentional rude edge to my tone [not that I could make myself mind the slip-up]. Was true; we had been planning to go out to eat, that is until Finland so rudely, so spontaneously showed up. Apparently he didn't notice the rough voice, responding gleefully with "Okay, I'll just wait!" and flopping down into the opposite beanbag. There were two beanbags in the room used instead of chairs o a couch, although Washington was considering buying another. All for Finland.
Waiting didn't take too long, Tally was done with her ducha, ducha de not 5 minutos later. Unknowing that Finland was there as opposed to it being just me and her like apparently -hopefully- she thought, Washington walked out of the bathroom still soaking wet, in nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Holy fucking hell did she look sexy. The water running down her long, long legs made them glisten in an oddly seductive way, just like the other parts of her body. Hair matted down from water [excluding her cute little ahoge] and her figure shining the lights of the lava lamps Tally wanted to alone light the room [decided to herself before I moved in], it was impossible not to stare. Apparently I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Too distracted por the sight I saw as my eyes traced up her almost fully-exposed legs and around her chest, I basically forgot Finland was there. That is, until his voice broke my misceláneo spell of perverted staring [...and thoughts >J<]. "...H-h-hi Tally!" His tone remained joyous and normal as always, but the stuttering was what got me. Such awkward stammering.... Quickly my eyes flew to him in a sort of glare, one which only infuriated me further. Indeed he was staring at my Tally, though not in a specifically dirty way. But his eyes, oh, they just wouldn't leave her.... Almost I began koling at the though of him being turned on por m'dearest Talullah like he seemed he could possibly have been hiding.
We were both men. No matter how much of gentlemen, it wasn't remotely possible to keep your thoughts entirely clean with a sight like that in front of you. Partly what was so anger-inducing about it... Remembering this I tried to forgive Fin quickly for whatever thoughts he may o may not have been thinking for sure. Possibly it was just an awkward moment for him??? Hopefully... "..H-hello Finland!" Replied Washington, a look of shock and surprise hitting her face. Though not a negative type of shock, weirdly enough.... "What brings tu here~?" Asked she, still in nothing but that small white towel. "I just came to see you~!" Cheered Finland. Neither of them seemed to notice the sort of annoyance pretty much radiating from me, nor the glares I was casting to no one/nothing specifically. "Well that's nice~" Replied Tally, not even acknowledging me sitting right there. "Russia and I were about to go out to lunch, would tu like to registrarse us~?" As made apparent por the complete disregard of any thoughts I may have on this. Not that it was a very big deal, but it would be nice to have my opinions considered for a change. tu were SUPPOSED to listen to one another in a relationship, I always did so to her. Just would feel good for her to consider her boyfriend if she truly cared for me. Tally did truly care for me, right?
"That sounds great, where tu two going~?" Couldn't blame him for accepting the invitation, he had no reason not to. Excluding the fact that quite possibly I wanted a romantic little fecha with her to myself? Which was más infuriating, all the sexual attention Talullah got o the complete disregard of me over the anterior days? Now, don't get me wrong, usually I am perfectly fine with not getting attention from ones I do not care about, however these things with Finland and the frat boys, these were exceptions. And they have the right to be, da? Washington was mine, not anyone else's. Made más disheartening por the fact that sometimes she seemed to be on the brink of so too.... When alone, Tally would give me más attention and amor than I could ever deserve to receive. This I was incredibly grateful of, yet sometimes it scared me a little in the sense that often if some other person comes along, suddenly her attention is on them. Supposedly she por doing so would be only performing common courtesy, politely so. Though in my eyes, common courtesy would involve giving your lover attention as well. As the two in front of me talked on about lunch and such, I stared through them, not paying attention to their conversation and instead at these type of thoughts gracing my mind.
Subconsciously, my eyes drifted over to Washington, so mouth-wateringly enticing, so impossibly gorgeous. Staring at her, thankfully, allowed some sense to snap back into me. Ugh, what was wrong with me lately?! Pessimism and negativity were not attributes normally I possessed! If Tally were to hear my thoughts of her making her sound so... uncaring, and not in the least bit loyal, she'd be devastated! Knowing her she'd probably cry for seeming so, for making me doubt my trust in her. Calling herself horrible, untrue things such as worthless and terrible and stupid and a whore..... Just the thought of such made me feel the urge to go up to her and hold in her in my arms, to comfort her and tell her it was all okay, to kiss her passionately in hopes of at least somewhat making up for the misunderstanding. Hurting her would hurt me as well. One would think miss Talullah would think the same way..... No. Thought I to myself once the notion drifted into my brain. Thoughts like that are what started the whole chain of such rude paranoia. Paranoia indeed, what it does to a man is harder to fight off than it may seem. Unable to quite push all the dumb ideas of Tally not caring for me as much as she claims/reminiscing over the ignorance of some foolish pigs that shouldn't have the privilege of living in ANYONE'S mind [or just plain living for that matter, ah the things I could kill them with~..] por myself alone, quickly I got up and stalked over towards the cocina sort of connected to the living room. There I grabbed a bottle of vodka from our fridge and chugged it immediately after opening. Only semi-satisfying at the time of the sipping, but boy did I know I'd be happy I did so later.
Elbows now on the counter, I continued to sip, feeling más relieved and bubbly with each gulp, even the smallest of such. Surprisingly enough, this went on only a few short minutos before I got interrupted por my darling Washington. "Russia?" I heard my name spoke in that seductive voice of hers, causing me to look up at Tally and grin. "Would tu like to go to aceituna, oliva Garden? Finny-" Finny. "-and I were just talkin' about it. Which I would have assumed tu would have heard, but tu seemed caught up enjoying yourself over there". With that she laughed a good-natured laugh. Honestly I couldn't have gave less of a shit about the food, t'was only the considering of my opinion that made me happily chirp "Da~!". por then, however, I was starting to feel good enough without even the small question. Though my fears were at the time swept away, I continued to heavily the drink the bottle of vodka I held in my hand, at least after Talullah was gone, changing into real clothes in our bedroom. Whilst alone in the combined rooms with no one but I, Finland tried to strike up conversation. About what, I honestly can't remember no matter how hard I try. For my mind was starting to feel too fuzzy to focus on the kid, but in a good way. Feeling very giddy and free, that is until I looked back at the vodka bottle a good ways empty in my hand and started to faintly recall what made me drink that día in the first place. Alcohol, oh it makes your emotions much stronger than usual, one could say. So when I truly remembered it, I wasn't one to realize how ridiculous I was being, how condescending and stupid. It wasn't Tally I was pissed at, but the world más so. The world would know who she belonged to. Whether they liked it o not. Being so that when Finland questioned simply "....Rushy?" my immediate reply, with an -I'll be honest- sadistic grin was an intimidatingly pleasant "Shut up."
includin my fic and now i cant write it ugh so anyways sav [skitty/dem] wrote part 1 of a fanfic and now she doesnt wanna write it so im takin it over and shiit she wrote the prompt for the beggining awesome right no okay shut the fuck up and read
rushys pov woohoo
Something, though I can't quite put my finger on what, irritated me about the way Washington had responded to the whole ordeal with the frat guys at the beach. Which is, in itself, not unusual, however what concerned me was how the annoyance I experienced along with it carried even if just slightly into the following day. por then, I shouldn't have cared, having it completely out of my mind 24 hours later. Truly it wasn't that big of a deal, for it's not like I could bag on someone for finding Tally sexy. Anyone in their right mind would find her sexy. Most likely t'was the complete and utter disregarding of me at the beginning por the two bastards, though saying that was the cause entirely would be a large lie. Washington isn't stupid. She could easily see the ignorance of them, possibly más so considering she was the "victim" of their creeping so to speak. Yet still she defended them in a sense....? Curious indeed. If I were in her place I would be happy to be so protected. Perfect as I like to believe Tally is, I can't deny the fact that it's all very strange. Undoubtedly she did not enjoy the overly-straightforward advances of the strange men -if they even deserve to be called such a mature term, "boys" would be más appropriate-, yet Washington seemed slightly pissed when I punched the guy. más in order to make myself happy than anything, I ended up concluding it was just Tally's tremendous care for others that reacted in such a way. Ah, Talullah, so very sweet~ <3 Settling on this made it easier to go on with the siguiente day. Albeit the día being very slow either way. Slow, that is, until a certain visitor decided to mostrar up uninvited.
"Uninvited" being a loosely-used term, for not too long hace Tally told him -without consulting me, mind you- he could come over whenever he pleased. With which I had to disagree [though I didn't dare mostrando it]. Always he liked to cuddle with Washington and such. Do things like compliment her [which isn't a problem to say, but there is of course limits], once going as far as besar her cheek. Needless to say it sent bursts of jealously throughout my spirit, stupid as it was. Her and I did the same even before we were dating! ....Making it even worse for, as tu already know, Washington and I are now in a very deep, loving relationship [so I was hoping]. Today had the unfortunate luck of being no exception in the slightest with the jealousy and it's cause. Sitting in one of the thick beanbags Tally had arranged in our small living room before I moved in, my thoughts were starting to settle down to the conclusion I mentioned previously as I stared into space, absent-mindedly knitting something, contently. Peacefully. Tally was, at the time, showering in the bathroom, leaving me alone. Alone until the door burst open without the smallest warning. Not a knock, not a doorbell ring, nothing. Only the sound of the front door swinging back against the muro alerted me of the person so casually entering the apartment, as he had done many times before. "He" being a boy por the name of Finland. Never had a problem with him until around that time, really. "Hey~!" Finland chirped happily enough, which was obviously not annoying, if anything a pleasant sound. Even so I could correctly assume he wasn't at the apartment to hang out with me.
"Welcome back, Fin." muttered I, eyes looking down to my knitting. Whatever I had planned to knit was no longer visible, concluding from the jumbled-up mess I held. Nor had it ever really existed, truthfully. Still I pretended to knit it, only so I wouldn't come of as rude to him without reason, in order not to unintentionally glare at the kid o something. "Where's Tally? She's really the reason I came here.~" Questioned Finland, a pregunta unsurprising, yet it caused me to stop abruptly, accidentally jabbing a knitting needle into my thumb. Deep, but not deep enough to draw blood. Of course he was there just for Washington, what else was new. Usually this wouldn't be all concerning, in fact not concerning at all. However it brought back thoughts of the oddity of Washington's responses to the frat boys yesterday, which only annoyed me further. How everybody seemed to just worship her albeit her being CLEARLY MINE. Eventually, people would start to realize that. "Oh. She's in the shower, we're getting ready to go out for lunch." Replied I, with an unintentional rude edge to my tone [not that I could make myself mind the slip-up]. Was true; we had been planning to go out to eat, that is until Finland so rudely, so spontaneously showed up. Apparently he didn't notice the rough voice, responding gleefully with "Okay, I'll just wait!" and flopping down into the opposite beanbag. There were two beanbags in the room used instead of chairs o a couch, although Washington was considering buying another. All for Finland.
Waiting didn't take too long, Tally was done with her ducha, ducha de not 5 minutos later. Unknowing that Finland was there as opposed to it being just me and her like apparently -hopefully- she thought, Washington walked out of the bathroom still soaking wet, in nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Holy fucking hell did she look sexy. The water running down her long, long legs made them glisten in an oddly seductive way, just like the other parts of her body. Hair matted down from water [excluding her cute little ahoge] and her figure shining the lights of the lava lamps Tally wanted to alone light the room [decided to herself before I moved in], it was impossible not to stare. Apparently I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Too distracted por the sight I saw as my eyes traced up her almost fully-exposed legs and around her chest, I basically forgot Finland was there. That is, until his voice broke my misceláneo spell of perverted staring [...and thoughts >J<]. "...H-h-hi Tally!" His tone remained joyous and normal as always, but the stuttering was what got me. Such awkward stammering.... Quickly my eyes flew to him in a sort of glare, one which only infuriated me further. Indeed he was staring at my Tally, though not in a specifically dirty way. But his eyes, oh, they just wouldn't leave her.... Almost I began koling at the though of him being turned on por m'dearest Talullah like he seemed he could possibly have been hiding.
We were both men. No matter how much of gentlemen, it wasn't remotely possible to keep your thoughts entirely clean with a sight like that in front of you. Partly what was so anger-inducing about it... Remembering this I tried to forgive Fin quickly for whatever thoughts he may o may not have been thinking for sure. Possibly it was just an awkward moment for him??? Hopefully... "..H-hello Finland!" Replied Washington, a look of shock and surprise hitting her face. Though not a negative type of shock, weirdly enough.... "What brings tu here~?" Asked she, still in nothing but that small white towel. "I just came to see you~!" Cheered Finland. Neither of them seemed to notice the sort of annoyance pretty much radiating from me, nor the glares I was casting to no one/nothing specifically. "Well that's nice~" Replied Tally, not even acknowledging me sitting right there. "Russia and I were about to go out to lunch, would tu like to registrarse us~?" As made apparent por the complete disregard of any thoughts I may have on this. Not that it was a very big deal, but it would be nice to have my opinions considered for a change. tu were SUPPOSED to listen to one another in a relationship, I always did so to her. Just would feel good for her to consider her boyfriend if she truly cared for me. Tally did truly care for me, right?
"That sounds great, where tu two going~?" Couldn't blame him for accepting the invitation, he had no reason not to. Excluding the fact that quite possibly I wanted a romantic little fecha with her to myself? Which was más infuriating, all the sexual attention Talullah got o the complete disregard of me over the anterior days? Now, don't get me wrong, usually I am perfectly fine with not getting attention from ones I do not care about, however these things with Finland and the frat boys, these were exceptions. And they have the right to be, da? Washington was mine, not anyone else's. Made más disheartening por the fact that sometimes she seemed to be on the brink of so too.... When alone, Tally would give me más attention and amor than I could ever deserve to receive. This I was incredibly grateful of, yet sometimes it scared me a little in the sense that often if some other person comes along, suddenly her attention is on them. Supposedly she por doing so would be only performing common courtesy, politely so. Though in my eyes, common courtesy would involve giving your lover attention as well. As the two in front of me talked on about lunch and such, I stared through them, not paying attention to their conversation and instead at these type of thoughts gracing my mind.
Subconsciously, my eyes drifted over to Washington, so mouth-wateringly enticing, so impossibly gorgeous. Staring at her, thankfully, allowed some sense to snap back into me. Ugh, what was wrong with me lately?! Pessimism and negativity were not attributes normally I possessed! If Tally were to hear my thoughts of her making her sound so... uncaring, and not in the least bit loyal, she'd be devastated! Knowing her she'd probably cry for seeming so, for making me doubt my trust in her. Calling herself horrible, untrue things such as worthless and terrible and stupid and a whore..... Just the thought of such made me feel the urge to go up to her and hold in her in my arms, to comfort her and tell her it was all okay, to kiss her passionately in hopes of at least somewhat making up for the misunderstanding. Hurting her would hurt me as well. One would think miss Talullah would think the same way..... No. Thought I to myself once the notion drifted into my brain. Thoughts like that are what started the whole chain of such rude paranoia. Paranoia indeed, what it does to a man is harder to fight off than it may seem. Unable to quite push all the dumb ideas of Tally not caring for me as much as she claims/reminiscing over the ignorance of some foolish pigs that shouldn't have the privilege of living in ANYONE'S mind [or just plain living for that matter, ah the things I could kill them with~..] por myself alone, quickly I got up and stalked over towards the cocina sort of connected to the living room. There I grabbed a bottle of vodka from our fridge and chugged it immediately after opening. Only semi-satisfying at the time of the sipping, but boy did I know I'd be happy I did so later.
Elbows now on the counter, I continued to sip, feeling más relieved and bubbly with each gulp, even the smallest of such. Surprisingly enough, this went on only a few short minutos before I got interrupted por my darling Washington. "Russia?" I heard my name spoke in that seductive voice of hers, causing me to look up at Tally and grin. "Would tu like to go to aceituna, oliva Garden? Finny-" Finny. "-and I were just talkin' about it. Which I would have assumed tu would have heard, but tu seemed caught up enjoying yourself over there". With that she laughed a good-natured laugh. Honestly I couldn't have gave less of a shit about the food, t'was only the considering of my opinion that made me happily chirp "Da~!". por then, however, I was starting to feel good enough without even the small question. Though my fears were at the time swept away, I continued to heavily the drink the bottle of vodka I held in my hand, at least after Talullah was gone, changing into real clothes in our bedroom. Whilst alone in the combined rooms with no one but I, Finland tried to strike up conversation. About what, I honestly can't remember no matter how hard I try. For my mind was starting to feel too fuzzy to focus on the kid, but in a good way. Feeling very giddy and free, that is until I looked back at the vodka bottle a good ways empty in my hand and started to faintly recall what made me drink that día in the first place. Alcohol, oh it makes your emotions much stronger than usual, one could say. So when I truly remembered it, I wasn't one to realize how ridiculous I was being, how condescending and stupid. It wasn't Tally I was pissed at, but the world más so. The world would know who she belonged to. Whether they liked it o not. Being so that when Finland questioned simply "....Rushy?" my immediate reply, with an -I'll be honest- sadistic grin was an intimidatingly pleasant "Shut up."
