I have a 2p! Obsession and honestly, Ruslan is legitimately the sweetest thing. Like, he'll kill you if you annoy him even a little, bUT HE LOVES GETTING CUDDLED AND ROCKED AND IT'S LIKE, BABY, PLEASE, LET ME LOVE YOU! Also, I can never find anything involving my Baltic babies, 1p or 2p, so take this.
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"Mr. Viktor! I'm home!" You yell out happily as you bounce into the warm, for once heated house. "Whoa, who died?" Laughing teasingly, you peek your head into the living room, where a clearly annoyed Viktor shoots you a glare.
"Здравствуйте* (y/n)..." He sighs, rubbing his temples in annoyance. "No one died, although I wish I had been killed... the Baltic's are here..." Viktor sighs again, clearly exhausted already.
Your (e/c) eyes brighten in excitement, and you bounce a little. "Really?! Awesome! I've missed them!" Dancing around the room, you throw yourself over Viktor's lap, still wiggling with clear happiness, that only seems to annoy the dark haired man even further. "You know... you can go out Vik! I can handle them... although, if Tomas tries to drug me again, he might lose his balls."
A small smirk crosses Viktor's pale, thin lips, and a dry chuckle escapes him. "I'll gladly chop one off... you can take the other." The Russian stands, carelessly knocking you from his lap. "Fine... I'll be going then... call me when the leave." Rolling your eyes, you start pushing the big man from the house.
"Yes, yes, now get out! We won't break anything this time... maybe." Handing him his keys from the small doorside table, you shut the door behind him, sighing in relief.
"Ey, Tomas, Egor, Ruslan! Get your asses out here!" You yell, moving to the kitchen. To your... well, it's not actually surprising... anyways, Tomas is sitting on the counter, a cheap bottle of vodka in his hand... your vodka. You are a bit young to be drinking... but Viktor gives no shits.
"Oh... I honestly should have known you'd be into my stuff." Sighing, you watch as he takes a swig, flipping you off. "At least it's not my underwear this time... perv." You snatch the bottle from the black haired man, taking a drink.
A loud squeal escapes you, liquor dribbling down your chin as a pair of arms wrap around you. "Nope, Ruslan is doing the creeping today... I think he has a crush on you~" Egor purrs, smirking cockily.
Rolling your eyes again, you wiggle from the blond's grip and hand him the vodka. "Don't touch her, perverts..." A small brunette enters the pale white room with a scowl, making your eyes light up. "And I don't have a fucking crush on her, nor was I stealing her panties... I was taking a leak." Ruslan scoffs, shooting you a small glare.
"Russy!" You purr, running over and hugging him tightly. He tenses, before shoving you away roughly. "Don't touch me, prostitūta*..." He growls, his upper lip curling into a sneer.
Tomas bursts into laughter, almost falling from the counter. "What a mean word Ruslan! You should be nicer to such a fine piece of ass!" He snorts, grabbing the vodka from the Estonian, taking a long swig.
"Quit being a fucking pervert, nolādēts dzērājs*! She's not even hot!" He sneers at the again cackling Lithuanian, his anger clearly growing by the second.
"But Russy~" Tomas starts, teasing the boy. "If she isn't hot, why do you moan her name when you jerk off?" The man's grin grows as Ruslan sputters, clearly in shock. "I... I DO NOT, YOU FUCKING CREEP! VECS PERVERSS STULBENIS*!" He screams, his hands fisting at his sides.
Hiding a grin, you push yourself up from the floor, dusting your pants off. "How cute~! My little Russy thinks about me when he's horny!" Teasing him, you wiggle around happily. "That's so sweet Russy!"
Ruslan cries out in anger and annoyance, stomping his foot. "I DO NOT PAKLĪDENE*! AND I'M NOT LITTLE, PROSTITŪTA!" With a vicious snarl and a strong glare, he storms angrily to his old room.
"Oops... we pushed him too far..." Tomas shrugs, not seeming to care as he hands the almost emptied bottle to Egor, who shrugs. "Oh well. He needs to be growing up... he can't be throwing hissy fits all the time, he'll never get laid that way."
Rolling your eyes, you lean against the counter, grabbing a full bottle of vodka from the cupboard. "Well, I say cheers to that." You grin, twisting the top off the bottle, sipping from it.
The three of you spend most of the night drinking... although, you'd paced yourself, only getting a slight buzz... Egor and Tomas had gotten piss drunk, somehow making it to their rooms.
Lucky them though... they're so drunk they can sleep through the raging snowstorm that had started around 11, immediately knocking out the power.
You lay in your bed for a few hours, until the cold starts to get to you. Your body grows numb, making you stand up quickly, pacing to bring life back to your icy limbs. Saying it's cold would be an understatement.
A sudden burst of worry runs through your mind... Is Ruslan okay? I mean... you hadn't seen him all night, and for all you know, he'd left the house... and, unlike the other two, he doesn't have the alcohol to warm him... you hesitate, before grabbing the thick blankets from your bed, hurrying to Ruslan's room.
You push the door open without a second thought, closing it quietly. The small boy shudders softly, the small gust of air from the door coming making him pull his own blankets around him. "W-which o-one of y-you f-fuckbags is b-bugging me?!" He scowls, sitting up with a heavy, violent shiver.
"D-don't be such an asshole R-Ruslan..." You murmur, hurrying over to his bed. "I'm cold, and I wanna cuddle... you're the only one that won't grope me... and hopefully won't fuck me..." He sneers softly at your words.
"H-hopefully? D-didn't k-know I w-was t-that r-repulsive..." He scowls at you, making you look away in slight embarrassment, going sincere.
"Shut up asshole... y-you're n-not repulsive..." You look into his violet eyes, and his mean demeanor falters. The brunette looks away, scowl weakening. "Y-you shut u-up..." He mumbles quietly, making you chuckle lightly. Leaning in, you press a soft, gentle kiss to his cheek. Heat rushes through his body at the contact, his angry eyes going wide, slowly turning confused.
"I... I a-actually t-think... well... you're p-pretty damn a-attractive, f-for an a-asshole." You grin softly, making the boy scoff.
"Oh, j-just lay d-down a-already!" He wraps an arm around you, forcing your body to the sheets. Ruslan slowly lays next to you, his bitter face softening as your arms slide around his neck.
You pull his thin, lean body close, tangling a leg around him and snuggling yourself against his chest. His heart beats quickly, thumping hard in his chest. "(Y-y/n)..." Ruslan mumbles softly and reluctantly.
Nodding, you peek up at him, already feeling warmer as you two cuddle closer under two thick blankets. "I... If the other two assholes touch you, I'll kill them... Es mīlu Tevi*, paklīdene." He mumbles, burying his face in your hair happily.
A soft laugh escapes you, and you cuddle in closer, kissing his chest softly. "Thank you... I love you too, asshole..."
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Bloop, shit. I'm not used to writing for four fucking people at once... Oh well. I hope this managed to make you 'awe' near the end, and I hope it wasn't too boring.
Excuse me if my Latvian was wrong... had to translate that shit.
Russian:
*Hello
Latvian:
*whore
*damned drunkard
*old perverted fucker
*bitch
*I love you
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