#ruggie bucchi propaganda

[demonichikikomori]

D’s translation;

“Leona so mf loud you can hear his ass THE WHOLE MATCH. He def got lungs the way he stays bitching about bare minimum. Call that ‘The Kings Roar’ fasho”

[ruggiethethuggie]

Picnic For Two

Summary: You and Ruggie get to go on a picnic date together.

WC: 1740 Tags: Ruggie x reader, gn!reader, picnics, flower crowns, Ruggie sings to you at one point, Ruggie is pure bliss, for once this is beta read and i lightly proofread it, tw big time rush though

“Do we have to walk any further? Ruggie, please. My legs are tired,” you groaned as you trudged along behind him. Ruggie was in front of you, carrying the large basket he put together for your afternoon. “Oh, c’mon. We don’t have much more to go. I just wanted us out of the way of the club. Riddle said he didn’t care if we came out here as long as we’re out on the far side of the fence,” he replied happily as he turned his head back to you with a grin. “See, just right up there and that’s it. I promise.” You looked in the direction he nodded his head towards. It was a nice patch of grass, not far from the field’s fencing and covered by shade from a large tree.

“Shade!” you yelled as you jogged past him. You felt like you had been walking in the sun for hours, when really it had only been just a few minutes. The sun was blaring today though, and the shade never looked more enticing than now. “Hey, I thought your legs were tired?! Slow Down!” Ruggie shouted to you as you kept going towards the shade. “I’m the one with the blanket and stuff!” He shook his head and chuckled to himself as he watched you stop, toss your bag off your shoulders, and plop yourself down onto the shaded grass. You rolled onto your back, taking in how cool the shaded grass felt against your skin. Ruggie made his way next to you and put the basket down on the ground.

“I like that the grass isn’t all cut short like it is up by the school,” you said as you lazily moved your arms along the grass. Ruggie opened the basket and pulled out a large yellow-orange and white blanket. With the help of the light breeze, he opened it wide and laid it out on the ground beside you. “Here, get on the blanket before you start getting ants in your pants,” he laughed. That got your attention. You rolled towards Ruggie and laid on the blanket as he got everything out of the basket. He took out two square packages, a small container of what looked like different types of fruits, and two bottles of water. “Lunch,” he said as he gestured to the food in between you two,” is served.”

You sat up and took one of the packages and started to open it. “What does Chef Ruggie have for me today?” you said playfully as you raised your brows at him. “The chef has prepared a gourmet meal today, one that will really satisfy your taste buds,” he chuckled as he opened the other package and winked at you. You smiled wide as you got your food out- a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich. “Chef Ruggie, you shouldn’t have!” You grinned at him as he smiled back at you. “I know, I spoil you too much,” he teased. “So what’s in that?” you said, pointing to the container of fruits and taking a bite of your sandwich.

“Mm, this-” Ruggie said with his mouth half full of his own bite he took. He sat and finished chewing for a second before he finished. “Some fruits. I brought some strawberries, grapes, uhh there is some honeydew in here I think.” You took the container from his hands before he could even finish telling you what all was in it. “Ok, greedy butt. Take it all I guess,” he laughed to himself. “I’m sorry,” you said looking at the container and then Ruggie. “You brought it, you get some first.” You held out the container for him and he took a strawberry with a smile, but instead of eating it himself, he held it up to your mouth to feed you. “No, you,” he grinned. You happily took the strawberry and ate it. They were really fresh- the right texture and just the perfect amount of sweetness.

“Mmm, those are good. Where’d you get them?” you cooed. “I know a guy who knows a guy,” he said as he stuck his tongue out at you. “Uh-huh… I bet you do,” you laughed as you kept enjoying your food. “No, actually I got them from the botanical garden. Had to pull a few strings to get ‘em, but hey it was worth it if you like them.” He grinned widely to show how proud of himself he was. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and turned on music. You grabbed your bottle of water, pausing as you heard the song that started playing. “Oh that’s funny,” he said as he chuckled at it. “Please.. Don’t, Ruggie,” you said, giving him a serious look. Ruggie didn’t hear your words, he was already getting ready to start his performance for you.

“Have you ever had the feeling you're drawn to someone? And there isn't anything they could of said or done?” He started to sing. You stared blankly at him, almost cringing at his display. You were so thankful no one else was around to see him like this, but he would only ever act like this when it was you two alone anyway. He was always silly and loved seeing you laugh at his jokes or things he did. “C’mon you know you love me,” he whispered to you. You shook your head at him as you watched him start to dance in the spot where he was sitting, singing directly to you. “Looking for a, looking for a- That you're looking for a boyfriend. I see that, gimme time, you know I'm gonna be there. Don't be scared to come put your trust in me. Can't you see all I really want to be- Is your boyfriend,” he said as he vibed to the music and pointed at you.

You laughed loudly at him. “Ruggie, stoppp,” you snorted. “You’re so cringe. No one even listens to Big Time Rush anymore, oh my god.” Ruggie chuckled and finished his sandwich. “Yeah, well I do, so,” he shrugged. You finished your own sandwich and ate a few more pieces of fruit, just enjoying the time you got to spend with Ruggie. Between classes and how busy you both were with your own lives, it was hard to find real time out of your day to do something together. But today was different, Ruggie had planned this date out in advance so that you two would for sure make the time to see each other.

You sat on the blanket and closed your eyes, enjoying the breeze as it blew by and taking in the sounds of your surroundings. It was so peaceful you almost forgot where you were at until you kept hearing a weird snapping sound every so often. You opened your eyes and looked around. You saw Ruggie laying on his abdomen with half his body off the blanket. His tail lightly swishing and his ears twitching every time he heard the birds chirping. You peaked around his shoulder, trying to see what he was doing. That’s when you saw him grab one of the small little white flowers in the grass, twisting the stem around another flower and tying it to make a knot. He was making a flower crown.

“Rug, what’cha doing?” you asked behind him. He answered as he kept picking flowers and making his crown. “I’m making you a flower crown.” His words made your heart flutter a little bit, he was too adorable. You looked around your side of the blanket, seeing the dandelions in the grass beside you. You decided that if he was going to make you one, then you would make him one as well. You liked the idea of using the dandelion flowers more than the white ones he was using. After a few minutes, he came up behind you and lightly put the flower crown on your head. He leaned in and put his head on your shoulder. “Making one, too?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, turning to him. “This one's for you though.” You smiled at him as you put the flower crown atop his head, making sure to be gentle around his sensitive ears. He looked up at your hands trying to watch you put it on him. The smile on his face was wider than before as he met your gaze when you got done. “Now we both have one,” you said, sticking your tongue out at him. For a moment, you both just sat and stared at each other smiling before you broke the silence. “You wanna hear something?” you said with a small giggle. “Sure, what’s up?” Ruggie said, nodding and adjusting the flower crown on your head.

“I had no idea that these flowers and the purple fluffy ones there-” you said, pointing at your crown and then to flowers out past the blanket, “were both clovers. I just thought they were something else.” Ruggie looked at you and laughed. “I’m sorry, what? How did you not know?” Ruggie laid back on the blanket and looked up at the leaves in the tree above you both. “You wanna know something else?” you said crouching down beside him and whispering. “Y’know, I’m not sure if I do, but go ahead, what else?” he laughed. You got closer to his ear and almost laughed in it before saying what more you wanted to say. “I didn’t know the yellow ones and the puffy ones you make a wish on were both dandelions.”

Ruggie let out a really obnoxious laugh and rolled over to look at you. “You’re joking, right? Please say you’re pulling my leg right now.” You shook your head no and laughed at yourself. Ruggie could do nothing but put his hand over his face and laugh as well. “What am I supposed to do with you?” he teased. “I don’t know. Teach me about all the things I don't know anything about, I guess,” you said with a smile. Ruggie grabbed you and pulled you to lay down beside him and pointed up at the sky above you. “That big yellow thing over there, that’s the sun. And oh- those green things moving in the wind right there, sounds crazy, but those are called leaves.” You rolled your eyes as you both laughed. “Okay, y'know what- go back to singing Boyfriend to me again.”

© please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

[cloudcountry]

sit on my lap & do my eyeliner

Genre/Tropes: SIT ON MY LAP AND DO MY EYELINER!!!!!!!!!!!! That's it.

Summary: Ruggie Bucchi sits on your lap and fixes your eyeliner before your second year orientation ceremony.

Author's Comments: Based on home screen dialogue because uhhhh I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately!!! (It's his ceremonial robes, he mentions doing makeup as a side job and I was like oh?) Also Leona finally graduated!!! Everyone say yaaay!!

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You never thought you’d find yourself wearing the ceremonial robes that you’d met everyone else in. You never thought you would have ended up staying another year at Night Raven College, but Crowley had yet to find a way to send you home so you were stuck. In these robes.

You’d always thought they were pretty. Wearing them now, however, you finally felt the weight that Ace often complained about. Deuce had helped you with the belt as Ace whined in the background, his hands working quickly so as not to lose time. At least you three had wrestled Grim into his first, since he was definitely the more problematic of you two when it came to wearing required garments. If they hadn’t come early to help you, you two would have ended up late, and Riddle would have had your heads.

You thanked the two profusely for their help, though Ace did nothing. He stuck his tongue out when you tacked that onto the end of his thank you, whining about how that was unnecessary. (He was cute, but it was very necessary.)

You knew Ace and Deuce were feeling the loss of their upperclassmen, Trey and Cater. Ace kept grumbling something about Riddle being even more insufferable now that he was a Junior, but you disagreed. Riddle had shown immense amounts of growth (not the height kind, you thought to yourself, but that would probably never change) during your stay here, and you couldn’t have been prouder of him for it. They’d all come so far from last year, and they’d all done more than enough to make you feel welcomed at NRC, maybe even enough for you to consider it your second home. In a moment of emotion, you felt a tear well up in your eye. Clenching your eyes shut so as to not worry your three companions, you started your walk to the ceremony hall. It seemed like only yesterday you were in the library, being lectured by Crowley about the rules of this school and the conditions under which you’d stay here. 

Hopefully there wouldn’t be any overblots this year.

“Perfect, look! It’s the Savanaclaw guys.” Ace hissed, mouth twisted up in a frown. He must have still been bitter about the loss in the Spelldrive Tournament.

“Hello, Prefect.” Jack greeted, nodding his head.

Ruggie chuckled beside him, his eyes shining with mischief. “Now now, Prefect. Your eyeliner is messed up! Were you crying?”

“Hey, don’t start. The Perfect has been away from their family for an entire school year. You don’t need to mock them.” Deuce said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah! What Juice said.” Ace huffed, Grim nodding adamantly beside him.

“Don’t call me that! You still can’t get my name right?! It’s been a year!” Deuce yelled.

“Oh relax, I’m only teasing.” Ruggie ignored them and addressed you, “I can fix that for you. I used to do it as a part time job. You guys can go on ahead. Jack, take the froshes to the ceremonial hall.”

“Got it.” Jack nodded, ushering the freshmen down the hall.

“We’re staying with the Prefect!” Ace insisted.

“Yeah! You’re not pulling a fast one on me, weirdo!” Grim yelled, pushing himself up against your leg.

“Guys, it’s okay. You wouldn’t want to make Riddle mad.” you smiled at your friends, patting Grim on the head., “I wouldn’t want you to miss anything.”

“Prefect…” Deuce sighed but nodded, lifting Grim into his arms, “Hurry, okay?”

“He’ll be quick.” you assured them, trying to ignore the snort that escaped Ruggie at that.

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Ace cackled, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Go before Riddle collars you!” you yelled back as he laughed.

With your three friends following behind Savanaclaw, you turned back to Savanaclaw’s new Housewarden. He dug through his robes and produced eyeliner from somewhere in the folds, waving it in front of your face.

“Thank you for offering to fix my makeup. I didn’t trust Ace and Deuce with it and they certainly didn’t want to put their fingers near my eye. Said it was scary.” you shook your head.

“It’s a pleasure. You owe me a grilled cheese after this.” Ruggie laughed, “Come here, sit down on that bench over there.”

You followed his directions and sat down, placing your hands in your lap as you looked up at him.

“Now now…” he clicked his tongue, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “Make some room for me, Prefect! Put your hands on the bench.”

“What do you mean?” you blinked, pulling your hands on the cold bench seat.

“Better.” Ruggie mused, sitting onto your thighs and opening the eyeliner in one fluid motion.

You yelped, eyes wide. Ruggie laughed as he cupped your face gently, tilting your head to get a better angle.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” his eyes were gleaming again, the mischievous smirk from before returning, “I can do your eyeliner better like this.”

You placed your hands on his hips, trying not to flinch as he brought the eyeliner to your eyelid. Ruggie faltered at the sudden contract, but quickly got over it and made himself comfortable.

“Of course. I’ll try to be still.” you hummed, letting him get to work on your face.

Ruggie was only doing some quick touch ups, styling your eyeliner with expert precision. You could tell he wasn’t lying when he said he knew how to do this- you’d have to ask him to do your makeup again sometime.

“There.” Ruggie pulled away, still cupping your face gently, “That’s good.”

He dug through the folds of his robes again and pulled out a compact mirror, flicking it open and turning it to face you. You marveled at his work, tilting your head this way and that.

“You did so well, Ruggie! Thank you so much.” you beamed.

“Of course, of course. Now you owe me a grilled cheese! Don’t forget about that!” he hopped off your lap, the comforting weight of him vanishing as the space filled with cold air.

You furrowed your brow at the loss, embarrassed that you’d wanted him to stay like that. To make up for it, you offered him your hand. His ears twitched as he glanced from your hand to your face, another smirk spreading across his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ve never cheated you out of a deal before.” you said.

“Now you want to hold my hand, too? That’ll cost you double.” he teased, taking your hand immediately.

“Hey, you got to sit in my lap. It’s only fair.” you shot back, squeezing his hand as you tugged him along.

“Hmm…I guess you’re right.” he snickered, suddenly pulling ahead of you and taking off down the hallway.

“Ruggie!” you shrieked, rushing to catch up to his speed, “You’re going to mess up our robes!”

“Then I’ll just fix those for you too!” he looked back at you and winked.

[latinotiktok]

Official list for "Canonize your blorbo as LATINO Tournament"/Lista oficial del Torneo "Canoniza tu blorbo como LATINO"/Lista oficial do Torneio "Canonize seu blorbo como LATINO"

Disclaimer: these are characters that have been voted more than once and have "propaganda" on why they are thought to be latino/latina/latine. 64 characters will be selected, there are still spots left. Tournament will began on October 9th/10th and the polls will be up for 24hs for the first round.

Aclaración: estos son personajes que han sido votados más de una vez y tienen "propaganda" sobre por qué se cree que son latinos/latinas/latines. Se seleccionarán 64 personajes, aún quedan lugares. El torneo comenzará el 9/10 de octubre y las encuestas estarán abiertas durante 24hs para la primera ronda.

Esclarecimento: são personagens que foram votados mais de uma vez e fazem “propaganda” sobre por que são considerados latinos/latinas/latinos. Serão selecionados 64 caracteres, ainda há vagas. O torneio começará no dia 9/10 de outubro e as votações ficarão abertas por 24 horas para o primeiro turno.

Shadow/Sonic

Leorio Paladiknight (hxh)

Tortugas ninja pero en especial Miguel Angel

varios personajes de Dorohedoro

Wei Wuxian (MDZS/The Untamed)

Wolfwood (Trigun)

Kung Lao (Mortal Kombat)

Naruto (Naruto)

El equipo Rocket/Team Rocket

Los locos Addams/Addam's family

Gojo (jjk)

Yuuji (jjk)

Peter Parker (Marvel)

Matt Murdock (Marvel)

Todos los Jojos pero en especial joseph joestar y narancia (JJBA)

Crowley (good omens)

Denji (chainsawman)

Jason Todd (DC)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson series)

El trio de evangelion pero en especial SHINJI (Evangelion)

Reigen (MP100)

Nishinoya (HQ!!)

Magnus Archives dudes pero en especial Martin (TMA)

Marceline (Hora de Aventura/Adventure time)

Leon s. Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Sanji (One piece)

Chell (Portal)

Simon Petrikov (Fionna and Cake/Adventure Time)

Lelouch lamperouge

the guys from Yakuza (Yakuza)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Claude Von Riegan (Fire Emblem)

Link (Zelda games)

Ruggie Bucchi (Twisted Wonderland)

Jake el perro (Adventure time)

Utena Tenjou y Anthy Himemiya (revolutionary girl utena)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck)

Karkat Vantas (Homestuck)

Candy Candy (Candy Candy)

Murdoc Niccals (Gorillaz)

Michael Afton (FNAF games)

Godot (Ace Attorney)

JESUS FROM LIKE, THE BIBBLE

Catra (She-ra)

Hinata (HQ!!)

Rengoku (kny)

Shrek y Burro (doblaje latm)

Edward Elric (FMA/FMAB)

Hobie Brown (Marvel/ATSV)

Amatista (Steven Universe)

L (Death Note)

Heidi (Heidi anime)

Madotsuki (yumei nikki)

Koby (One piece)

Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto)

Pato Lucas/Duffy Duck (Looney Tunes)

Manuela Casagrande (Fire Emblem)

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Taylor Hebert (Worm)

Joker (Persona 5)

Yugi Muto >(Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Karamatsu Matsuno (Osomatsu-san)

Satsuki Kiryūin (Kill la Kill)

La piratería (sí, el concepto de la piratería)

Edit: been informed Taurus is already latine so I'm taking him out I'm sorry uwu

[lowcallyfruity]

your ruggie and gender ideas have consumed my thoughts 🤧 it’s becoming a problem

AWW THANK YOU!!!!!!! ^_^

I’m really glad my propaganda has affected you /j

Ruggie Bucchi is soooo gender to me it’s insane- they just don’t do it like ruggie Bucchi- he’s so HEHEHEEHEHRGEHEHJWSJNFNSHSVDDBH

This is me assuming you’re talking about the ruggie beware the pipeline meme thing- but like I’ve been meaning to talk about them more??? Like at first they were just a silly thing I made..bc like “haha ruggie is so gender” but then they started becoming actual headcanons of mine??? Like idk 😔😔😔😔

Anyways stan ruggie Bucchi and his gender

[demonichikikomori]

(Pulls out my megaphone while chillin' with a group of hyenas)

I read Ruggie's incantation for his Unique Magic...

"Both kings and hyenas are my friends! Laugh with Me!"

This makes me want to talk about my Scum!Ruggie AU super bad now. Because I feel like people don't understand who Ruggie truly is as a character. And the reason why I love him so much. Ruggie is extremely versatile and is able to get along well with others. This is a trauma response and a survival tactic I have seen personally in action.

Not only does Ruggie have ties to the streets, but he has managed to charm a prince from his home country and get into his good graces. When I bring up his incantation, this doesn't have to specifically mean 'kings' and 'hyenas'. The meaning is that not only is he favored by big wallets for his work ethic and charm, but he is adored by those in the streets where he grew up. If that makes sense? Ruggie will do anything to survive. Including smiling in the face of someone he can't stand if that means he makes it out safely. Because he has made himself charming to others and uses that to his ability, it's hard to see to many others what he's like underneath that mask. Ruggie will scam and cheat openly and honestly. It's seen as a passing joke or it's ignored which I feel like people should notice more.

Ruggie is my favorite character; because he is actually one of the most dangerous people the MC could interact with on campus.

(I get up and run the moment I hear the hyena's stomachs start to growl...)

[demonichikikomori]

NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO TALK TO ME I JUST SAW RUGGIES NEW CARD. WE ARE SO BACK. THERE IS NO MORE EVIL IN WORLD.

Im gonna vomit from beingtoo excited autism imprisons me I almost ripped my keynoardout of my pc help i am stimming

[demonichikikomori]

Scumbag!Ruggie has you pinned <3 <3 <3

[demonichikikomori]

I dont draw often but I was inspired to draw a FWB!Ruggie before bed

Meet the Ruggie that lives in my fanfic; now please go pick him up from holding... The cops made him sit on the curb like some kind of criminal!!!!! He's gonna tell you all about it... And apologize for missing your 'date'

[ruggiethethuggie]

Blind (Non) Date

Summary: Your friend called you, begging you to come on her date with her. She promised she wouldn't ask anything else of you if you came. At least her date is bringing his friend with him for you.

WC: 1409 Tags: one shot, fluff, date night, gn!reader, your friend and her date are so cringe, Ruggie is the only saving grace for your night, i also didn't proofread this lmao so enjoy.

“Look, it’s just for tonight. I just need you to do me this favor. Please, please, please,” your friend pleaded with you over the phone. She called to tell you she had plans to go on a date tonight, but didn’t want to go alone so her date offered to bring one of his friends if she would bring one of her own. That’s why she was practically crying to you on the phone. “I will never ask you for anything else,... well not any time soon,” she said with a laugh. You rolled your eyes at her words. “Fine. But it’s just this one time, next time you’re going alone,” you said playfully.

You had to pull your phone away from your face as she exclaimed thank you after thank you. “Send me the time and place, and I’ll be there. I’m hoppin’ off here to get ready,” you said as you both hung up. She sent you a text a few minutes later, letting you know the date would take place at a restaurant downtown in about an hour or so. You sighed as you went to your closet to find something to wear. What was the point of dressing up? It’s not like this was a real double date. Casual was the way to go, you thought to yourself.

After you were finally ready, you checked the clock on your phone. You had just enough time to get downtown to meet your friend, their date, and your .. companion for the night. You arrived at the restaurant and could hear your friend from down the sidewalk, she was so loud. She and her date were already giggling away and being obnoxiously cringe. “Heyyyy, I’m here,” you said as she turned around and gave you a hug. “Thank you, thank you. You are the best,” she whispered. She pulled away and grabbed the arm of the guy standing a few feet back from her date.

“Here, this is Ruggie. Ruggie, Y/N. Y/N, Ruggie,” she introduced you both to each other and made a face at you. You looked him over, he clearly didn’t feel the need to dress up either. You both had the same mentality for this night. “Hi, nice to meet you,” he said with his hand out to you. You looked at his hand and shook it, staring into his eyes as you did. He gave a pleased grin. “Y/N, nice to meet you, too,” you said smiling back. From behind him, you could hear your friend say they were going inside, so you and Ruggie followed behind them.

After waiting around a little while, your group was finally seated. Your friend and her date sat on one side of the table, while you and Ruggie took the two on the opposite side. You picked up your menu and looked it over. Your friend across the table was ogling her date, being her usual self. She did not have a care in the world, she was just happy to be here with him. He seemed to feel the same, as they both giggled at each other playfully. The sight of them together was almost sickening, you wondered if you would even be able to eat with them like this across from you.

Ruggie noticed, too, and leaned over towards you from behind his menu. “Is your friend always-?” he said, raising an eyebrow at her. “Weird? Yeah she is,” you scoffed. “Well, I wasn’t gonna say that, aha,” he chuckled. “No, it’s fine. She is so cringe sometimes,” you said as you made a disgusted look at her and her date. They were nuzzling their noses together. Gross. “Okay, maybe weird and cringe are the right words. He’s like that, too. Guess they’re a perfect match,” he said. The waitress came over about that time, checking if everyone was ready to order.

Your friend and her date went first, then Ruggie, and then you. “Great! I’ll have your orders out as soon as they’re ready! And can I just say you guys are so adorable on your little double date!” she beamed. “Uh, this is not a double date,” you said sternly. “Yeah, we are third wheel and fourth wheel,” Ruggie said with a laugh as he pointed at you and him. “Oh, I am so sorry. Nevermind then! Uhm, I will just get these orders to the kitchen now,” your waitress said embarrassed.

“Y’know you could’ve just said it was a double date,” your friend’s beau said to you and Ruggie. “It’s not though. We are… here for moral support,” Ruggie snickered. He leaned back in his chair and looked around the restaurant before over to you. “So, do you come here often?” he said with a stupid grin.

“Please, don’t do that. Don’t be weird, too,” you said playfully. “No, I don’t come here often. In fact, I would much rather be home right now.” Ruggie gave a little pout. “Yeah? And Why is that? You don’t wanna be here with this great company we have tonight,” he made a small gesture at your friends and widened his eyes. You glanced over at them and cringed even more hearing their conversation. They were already talking about getting married, their lives together, and starting a family. They’ve barely known each other for a few weeks…

“I’d rather be anywhere than here,” you whispered back to him. He laughed at your response. A few minutes later, you saw your waitress come out of the back with plates in her arms. “Here we are! Food is ready!” the waitress said as she approached your table. You all four cleared the table to make room for the plates as she set them down. “Please enjoy!” she said as she left. The rest of the night was full of you and Ruggie making jokes about your friends as you all ate, about how cringe they were and you two were the only normal ones at the table. 

He was nice, part of you was glad your friend begged you to come to dinner. As you all finished your food, your waitress came back to ask about the checks. You honestly didn’t even really think much about it, you assumed you were going to pay for yourself. “I’ll pay for ours,” Ruggie’s friend said, pointing to himself and then your friend. “And I will pay for ours,” Ruggie said as he pointed at himself and then you. You cocked your head to the side slightly, you didn’t expect him to pay for you. It wasn’t actually a date for you both.

Your group walked outside after paying, standing out front of the restaurant once again. Your friend came up to you again and gave you another hug. “Thanks again, we are going home now. You guys have fun. Love ya!” she whispered before twirling around and taking her date’s hand. They started walking off together as she just waved at you and Ruggie, the both of you just standing there confused. “What the hell,” you chuckled under your breath. “She is… very interesting. You've been friends for a long time, huh?” he asked. “Since Kindergarten,” you sighed. “She is very interesting.”

“Sooo, do you want me to take you home then or are you just going to take the bus back?” Ruggie asked. You dug in your wallet for your bus pass, rummaging through all your stuff. You couldn’t find it, not right away at least. “Y’know what, sure. You can drive me home. I don’t feel like looking for the stupid card right now,” you laughed quietly. “Alright, I’m this way,” he said as he started to walk to his car. The ride home was quiet, but only because you both seemed mentally exhausted from this night. The cringe that exuded from your two friends was almost draining. Ruggie parked the car, jogging around to the other side to open your door before you could get out.

“Oh, thanks. Appreciate it,” you said as he helped you out of his car. He walked with you to your front door. “Y’know for a non-date, this was pretty nice. I enjoyed your company,” you said with a smile. “Yeah, it was nice. We should do this again sometime,” he said looking into your eyes. “What? A non-date?” you laughed. Ruggie snickered and shook his head. “No, no. A real date next time,” he said with a grin.

© please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

[ruggiethethuggie]

Cooking with Chef Ruggie

Summary: You've been enrolled in culinary school for a few months now. Today's task- making Fondant Potatoes with your assigned partner, Mr. Ruggie Bucchi.

WC: 3382 Tags: one shot, fluff, culinary school, gn!reader, this has an actual recipe you can follow lmao, Ruggie is really good at cooking, he's also so helpful, mild cussing

a/n: thank you @the-dumber-scaramouche for this super cute, uwu idea! I can't wait to see and read about your chef oc ❤️

You came into class, looking at the board behind your professor to see what was in store for the day. You had been in culinary school for a few months now and every day your professor would write on the board something relative to your lesson for the day. To your surprise, the board simply just said “pommes fondant”, or Fondant Potatoes. Your lesson from the day before dealt with the different types of oils and how each affects the searing of different foods and can even help infuse flavors into them when used correctly. Fondant potatoes were seared on both sides, so you figured it made sense to be in today's lesson, but what was your professor going to do- make them for the class?

The professor got up from his desk once the clock struck the hour; he never missed a second of teaching. It was clear from his enthusiasm every day that he thoroughly enjoyed what he did. “Alright, so can everyone see the board? This is what we have going on today,” he started to say. Around the room you could hear the oo’s and ah’s of the other students. Fondant potatoes weren’t ever something you really experienced; simple as they were, it was still a nicer way to make potatoes. You were just used to the regular baked and french fries variety.

“So are you making these for us then?” you heard one of the cheekier students ask as he raised his hand, smirking at his friends around him. The professor chuckled for a moment and shook his head. “Actually, no. You all are going to make these. You’ll be in the kitchen today. Each of you has been assigned a partner, so lean on them and help each other. You’re not only going to be graded in technique and execution of the recipe, but also how well you work with others. I’m watching,” he said, giving a few students an obvious side eye. Your fellow students seemed pretty excited about being able to work in the kitchen today, already chatting amongst themselves as the professor started to go through his list and read off the assigned pairings.

“Y/N,” he said. Your ears perked up, waiting for him to tell you who would be your partner today, hopefully not that obnoxious guy across the room. You knew he would just shittily try to do the recipe by himself because “he just knows better” and would ruin it, leaving you with a bad grade without even being given a chance. “Your partner is,” he said, running his hand across his paper, “Ruggie”. He pointed out the student a few tables over from you. Honestly, you had ever really noticed him, which was surprising to you. He was not bad to look at, and the way his messy, biscuit brown hair kissed the side of his face and forehead made it hard for you not to swoon over. 

He got up from his table and made his way to the back where the kitchen setups were, you took it as a sign and also got up and made your way back there. Ruggie was looking at the recipe sitting on the counter as you approached the work space. “Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said, holding out your hand to him. He looked up at you as he put the card down and smiled, taking your hand and shaking it. “Ruggie,” he said. You let go of his hand, but couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt in yours. “So… have you ever made these before?” you asked as you picked up the recipe card and started reading it. “Yeah, a time or two before. They’re not that hard to make, just have to take your time with it,” he said confidently. “You?” You looked up from the card, meeting his eyes. For a moment, you lost all thought process, getting lost in the cool, blue-gray hues of his them. “Hello?” he said, confused. “I-I’m sorry,” you said looking back at the card. “I haven’t made them before. I’ve never even eaten them, but they look really good from the picture.”

Ruggie took the card from your hand, looking it over once more, and placed it on the counter. “That’s ok. If you don’t care, I can kinda take the lead if you want. I’ll share all my secrets with you,” he said, putting his hand behind his head and grinning. “Sure, I don’t mind. I have no clue what I’m doing with these,” you said, laughing back. “So where do we start?” you asked as you made your way to the sink to wash your hands. Ruggie followed suit and washed his hands as you dried yours. “Well, we start with the Yukon potatoes, gotta slice ‘em a certain way,” he said. You nodded as you grabbed the potatoes from the ingredients provided by the professor on the counter, taking them to the sink and washing them. “So how do you have to slice them?” you said, bringing the now washed potatoes over to Ruggie. Ruggie had out a cutting board and knife, ready to start his prep. “Well, the potatoes are supposed to be thick, but will melt in your mouth when you eat them. So you take em,” he said, grabbing a potato,” and cut like this.” You watched as he finished cutting them all. “Wait, these in the picture don’t have skins like these,” you said looking back and forth at the potatoes he had cut and the picture on the card. “Yep! That’s where the next step comes in,” he hummed. “Look in that drawer over there and see if there’s like a round cookie cutter in it.” He gestured his head to one of the drawers near the sink behind him. You opened it and dug through all the utensils in it; finally, you found a round cookie cutter. “Here ya go,” you said as you handed it to him. “Thanks.”He smiled.

He took the cookie cutter and used it to cut the center of the potatoes, making them look like little cylinders. “Ohhhh, that’s pretty neat. Looks cool,” you said in awe. “It ain’t that special,” he snickered. You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Yeah, well to me that looks pretty cool.” Ruggie chuckled again. “Alright, so next we gotta get the pan and oven ready. Could you preheat it to 450 degrees for me, please, while I finish these up? Then we just need a good sized skillet for ‘em.” You nodded as you went to the oven and set it to preheat like he instructed. You found a bigger skillet in the cupboard and held it up. “This a good size?”

Ruggie looked over and nodded. He was busy patting the potatoes dry, trying to get rid of the starchy juices that came from cutting them. You put it on the eye, turning the heat on to medium. You glanced at the recipe to see what was next. You took the avocado oil sitting out and used it to grease the pan. Ruggie just smiled as he watched you work, seasoning his potatoes with salt and pepper. “Alright, the oil is about ready for the potatoes. Time to get to searin’,” you joked as you took each potato and gently put it in the pan. Ruggie shook his head at your silliness, grabbing the herbs and cloves of garlic from the ingredients. You could see him out of the corner of your eye as he crushed the garlic. As much as you wanted to watch how he smashed it so easily with the muscles in his arm flexing each time, your mind was preoccupied with watching the potatoes on the stovetop. Once golden on the underside, you had to flip them over to sear the other side.

“Wow, that looks amazing. The sear is like.. perfect,” Ruggie said, peering over your shoulder. “Yeah, I’m like an expert searer actually. I actually got a National prize for it,” you teased. Ruggie gave you a stare, still smiling at you though. “Wow, I had no idea my partner today was a world renowned chef already. Guess I don’t have to do anything else then, shishishi,” he snickered. He picked up his dirty cutting board and knives he used and put them in the sink. You could hear him run the water for a second and turn it off behind you, so you turned around to see what he was doing. He came back to the counter with a wet paper towel and cleaned it. Wow, he seems pretty chill. Not to mention, he cooks and cleans? Seems like a house husband, you thought to yourself.

“Okay, so the recipe says once seared to add the herbs and butter into the pan. Could you grab me the butter, Ruggie?” you asked. To your surprise, Ruggie laughed at your request. Nothing is funny? “We don’t need butter, I got something better,” he beamed. “But the recipe says to use butter?” you said, confused at what he was planning. “Yeah, it does. But think of it… more like a suggestion,” he said as he took a few steps backwards out of the work space and then scurried to the back of the room. Past the workspaces were the bigger fridges and pantries. They had extra ingredients and were free to use if the students chose to. Ruggie came back a few moments later, a container in his hand. He brought it to you and let you read the label. “Beef fat?” you said looking at him. “Shh, shh. Don’t say it too loud,” he said looking around. “Can’t have these other guys knowin’ our secrets, now can we?” 

You shrugged and complied with his suggestion, adding it to the pan. Ruggie put in the sprigs of thyme and rosemary and then the crushed garlic. He happily smelt the air above the pan, closing his eyes to really take it in. “Wow, it smells so good already. These are gonna be so good. I can’t wait to eat later,” he purred. You used a spoon to help glaze the tops of the potatoes with the liquid. “So, why the beef fat? What difference does that make?” you asked curiously. Ruggie grinned wide as he answered. “Well, ya see, the beef fat actually gives it more flavor than just regular old butter. You kinda get some of that beefiness infused in the potatoes. It’s not like they taste like beef, but damn does it makes ‘em taste way better.”

“Time for the oven now, right?” you asked, taking the food off the eye. “You got it, that’s right,” Ruggie said, snapping his finger at you. You put the pan in the oven carefully. You brushed your hands together and looked at Ruggie. “And now we wait,” you said smiling. “How long are they in there for?” You picked up the card off the counter to check. “Uh, about 25 to 30 minutes, gotta make sure they’re nice and tender,” Ruggie chuckled. He wiped his own hands off on the hand towel by the oven and set the timer. “So what made you join culinary school, wanna own a restaurant or something?” he asked.

“No, not really. Truthfully, I don’t even know what I want to do after this,” you groaned. “I like the idea of owning one, but I don’t know if it’s for me. I just love the idea of marrying flavors together, putting stuff together. The look on people’s faces when they eat my food? Man, it makes my heart full. I just- I like it, that’s all.” You stopped yourself from saying any more, not wanting to talk about yourself too much and sound vain. Ruggie looked at you pleased, content listening to you talk about your passions. “What about you, Ruggie?”

“Oh, me?” he said. “Well, shishishi. I work a lot of side jobs to make money. Catering is one of my biggest payers, but you can make a lot more as one of the cooks. So I’m here to finish school so I can do that, and who knows, maybe one day I’ll own my own catering place.” He was leaning his back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t speak with the same passion as you did, but it was obvious he enjoyed cooking. “You seem like you know your way around the kitchen. The places never let you cook before?” you asked.

“I mean, one of the catering places had this chef who was super chill. He taught me a lot when I worked there, even how to make these,” he said pointing at the recipe card. “He doesn’t do catering any more so I can’t work with him. But he would always show me stuff if he had the chance.” You nodded your head at his response. “That’s cool, sorry you don’t get to see him really now. Why do you work so many jobs anyway? You don’t look old enough to have a shit ton of debt,” you asked curiously. Part of you wondered if you were prying too much. “Well, someone’s gotta pay my bills.” He laughed. “I just don’t like the idea of struggling, so I work a lot so I won’t ever have to.”

He smiled softly at you, making you look away and try to find something else to put in your line of view. You were trying so hard to not seem flustered, to not seem weird. You were brought back to reality as Ruggie approached you, his arm reaching in your direction. Oh god, what is he doing? What is happening? He smiled as his arm went behind you; you closed your eyes shut trying to process what was happening. And then you heard it- the beep on the stove as Ruggie turned the timer off behind you. “Sorry, ‘scuse me,” he said as he grabbed the oven handle to open the door. You were so in your head about Ruggie, you didn’t even notice the timer was going off. You moved out of his way so he could take the pan out. Now you just felt stupid for thinking it was something more than that.

Ruggie took the pan and put it on one of the unused eyes on the stovetop. The potatoes were glistening under the lights, they looked perfect in every way, in your opinion. You took a spoon and used it to glaze them some more with the juices in the pan, only making them shine more. “These … look so good,” you whispered. “Wait til teach tries ‘em. We’re definitely getting a good grade on this little lab,” Ruggie purred. “Well, we gotta plate them first,” you laughed. Without even finishing your sentence, Ruggie was grabbing two plates from the cabinet. He put them both down on the counter. “Y’know, I’m no good at this plating stuff,” he nervously laughed.

“No biggie, I love plating. It’s a way for me to show my creativity,” you said as you gently started placing some of the potatoes on one plate. Ruggie watched as you carefully plated them and then lightly glazed them with more pan sauce. “Your plating is so clean. What’s your trick?” He smiled. You shrugged your shoulders and gave him an “I don’t know” look as you laughed a bit. “I guess I’m just that good,” you said with another laugh. “But really, it’s just taking your time with it. If you go too fast, the juices and everything spill and then it just looks sloppy.”

Ruggie nodded his head as he gestured to your professor walking around the workspaces. “Check it out, teach,” he hummed as he made a ta-da gesture to the plated Fondant potatoes. The professor gave a look full of surprise and excitement. “Wow, they sure do look amazing! Guess I’ll have to try them out,” he gleefully said as he picked up a fork and cut the potato. The fork easily glided through the potato, it was so tender. As he took his bite, the teacher closed his eyes in ecstasy. “Now that is delicious,” he hummed. Ruggie looked at you with a beaming smile. “So?” Ruggie said to your professor, waiting for him to finish.

“Well you two definitely pass, with flying colors even. But I gotta know, what’d you put in this?” You smiled widely, excited to boast about your food. “Well we actually used-“ you started to say. Ruggie cut you off before you could say anything more. “We can’t give away all our secrets. Not even to you, teach,” he snickered. Your professor hummed in amusement. “You’re right. A good chef never tells his secrets. Once you two are done cleaning up, you can have whatever food you have leftover and leave for the day. Great work, guys!” And with that, he left and it was just you and Ruggie once more.

Ruggie turned to look at you. “So whatcha wanna clean? I’ll do whatever you don’t wanna do. I don’t mind,” he said sweetly. You looked at the work space and your eyes trailed to the sink full of dirty dishes. “Uh, is it bad if I hate doing dishes?” you asked coyly. Ruggie shook his head and grinned. “No, not at all. I’ll do ‘em.” Ruggie made his way over to the sink, rolled his sleeves up, and started the water. You grabbed a few paper towels and used the running water he had going to get them wet. You finished up wiping down the counters and putting stuff away as Ruggie was washing the dishes. 

Ruggie could see you eyeing the plate of potatoes from the corner of his eye. “You can go ‘head and eat some while you wait on me,” he snickered. “Are you sure? I can wait, it’s ok,” you tried to reassure him. But truthfully, your mouth was watering so bad, you wanted them now. “Shishishi, yeah. Eat away, just leave me some,” he said with a wink. He didn’t have to tell you twice, you were already at the plate and grabbing your fork. You cut up one of the potatoes and took the small piece into your mouth.

Your taste buds exploded in joy. The amount of flavor that came from every bite was intoxicating. You never knew potatoes could taste this good. The sear on the top and bottom gave a nice, crunchy contrast to the soft, tender inside. You felt bad as you looked at Ruggie from the other counter. He worked just as hard as you did today and he’s still doing dishes and can’t enjoy his own food. But there was one way he could enjoy it with you.

“Open,” you said as you held the fork with a potato on it close to his face. He looked over and laughed at the display. “Feeding me? Like a baby?” he teased. “Oh come on, I feel bad I’m over here pigging out and you’re still doing stuff,” you said. You gave him a pleading face and he rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay. Fine,” he said quietly. He let you feed him the potato; his face giving the same expression you did when you ate them. “They’re so good, damn. We did a good job,” Ruggie hummed as he finished the potato. You took turns taking bites for yourself and feeding Ruggie bites afterwards.

Soon enough the plate was finished, and Ruggie took it and the fork from your hands. You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for him to get done. As Ruggie finished and drained the sink, you handed him the hand towel that was hanging on the oven handle. “Y’know, I think we make a pretty good team,” Ruggie said with a chuckle as he dried his hands off. “You think so? I mean I guess we do work pretty well together,” you grinned. “Yeah, we do,” he said, smiling back. “Maybe next time he’ll let us pick our partners, that way I can pick you and we can bring our A game again.” Ruggie lifted up his hand, holding it there for a high five. You laughed and gave him one. “Yeah, together.”

© please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

[ruggiethethuggie]

Happy Birthday, Rugbert ~

WC: 1450 a/n: Hello, I am here to scream happy birthday to my best boy. I love him dearly. I am spending money on him today. Because baby girl deserves to be spoiled on his birthday ♥

You looked at the clock, seeing it was almost time for Ruggie to come home. Even on his birthday, he still worked, never taking the day off for himself. “The grind never stops, not even for lil ole me,” he would always say to you. You took the afternoon off to sneak into his apartment, using the key he had given you of course, and surprise him once he was home from work. 

The both of you enjoyed being playful, always playing pranks on one another and cracking jokes together. Unfortunately for you though, your boyfriend was way better at pulling pranks than you were. But not tonight. Tonight, you were going to be the mastermind behind this. You would finally get him, just like he's always gotten you. Of course, you would shower him with affection and love afterwards to let him know that he is your one and only and that you adore him.

You had thought about it a lot, the type of prank to best play on him and how to get him. You figured out the best way to get him would be when he is caught off guard, he’s too sly to fall for something if you come at him headfirst. You knew just the right time to play your silly little prank, too. Ruggie was the kind of guy to come home from work and try to relax in his bed for a little bit, decompressing from his long day and winding That was when you would make your move, when he would least expect it. You decided that you would hide in his closet, being sneaky and waiting for your prey to return home.

Earlier that day, you had swung by his grandma’s on your way and ended up with a delightful treat to give him. Grandma Bucchi was so sad that he worked all day and that she wasn’t able to see him, but greatly appreciated you stopping by to see her. She sent you on your way to his apartment with a bag of homemade donuts for him. You’d scare him and then throw the bag in his face as an apology. Yeah, that’s a sweet plan. There’s no way he would stay upset at you or down with donuts in his hands.

You waited in his closet, the shutter doors shut tightly to not look obvious. The minutes were slowly ticking away it felt like. After what felt like an eternity, you could hear his keys shuffle in the door. Your eyes widened as your heart skipped a beat with anticipation as you heard his footsteps approach his bedroom. The door creaked open; his jacket was tossed on the dresser as he plopped down on his bed . get settled in before you pounce. You continued to wait patiently. This would be the one time you finally got him, you wanted it to be perfect.

You peaked through the door shutters, seeing him lying on the bed. He had one hand behind his head and the other was holding his phone as he aimlessly scrolled. You decided you would text him to try and get a feel for what he was doing, another way to distract his mind before you jumped out.

[Y/N] heyy birthday boy ! are you finally home yet?

You sent the text and peered through the small cracks again. He smiled and sat up on his bed as he read your text. Even without you there with him you still made him happy, and it showed in this moment. His expression was cheeky as he typed his reply, snickering as he put his phone down. You looked down to see your phonescreen light up.

[Rug♥] thank you baby, i just got home. Are you coming over? It is my birthday after all (;

You gave him a blank stare through the closet door, hoping he couldn’t feel your intense eye roll you just did at him. You tried to think of something, a lie of some sort, that you could tell him so he wouldn’t be questioning where you were. I mean, as his partner it does make sense for you to come over on his birthday, even if it’s just for dinner together.

[Y/N] yepp :P i am about to head out now, so i should be there soon

[Rug♥] alrighty :) see you then

You barely hit send before Ruggie was already responding to your text. You peaked again through the door cracks. He sighed as he tossed his pillow over his face. This was it. He’s all relaxed and unprepared. This was the perfect time. The perfect opportunity, your perfect-

“BOO!~” 

The closet door flung open, making you jump and squeal in terror. You huffed as you watched your boyfriend stand there in the doorway, laughing hysterically, tears forming in his eyes. You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s not funny, Rug, I almost peed myself.” Ruggie stopped laughing and cocked his head to the side. “Oh, I’m soooo sorry for scaring you. Isn't that what'cha were trying to do to me?” he teased playfully. You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest. “Hmph, no. Of course not. Why would I even do that?” you said grumbly.

Ruggie just stared back at you, giving you an “are you kidding me right now” look. He didn’t say anything, he just stared, waiting for you to try and explain yourself out of this one. You sat for a moment thinking to yourself, how could you even explain why you’re in his closet if not to scare him? It wouldn’t matter, he would see right through your explanation anyway. “How’d you even know I was in here?” you asked as you stepped out of the closet, the donuts in your hands behind you.

“Well, for starters, I have a fantastic sense of smell,” he said as he raised his eyebrows at you. “Did you really think you’re going to hide from me when you have donuts with you?” he teased as he grabbed the donuts out of your hands. “These are Gram’s, I know it." He blissfully smelled the bag. "She would only give these to me, but she likes you. You’re the only other person she would hand ‘em off to.”

You stamped your foot on the ground, to which he chuckled at. “This was supposed to be the one time that I finally got you, and you still got me somehow. Grrrrr,” you playfully growled. “Woah there, tough guy, calm down. You’ll get me next time,” he said as he pulled you in for a hug. “C’mon, I’ll share my donuts with ya. How’s that sound?” he said as he jiggled the bag in front of your face. You rolled your eyes as you both sat on the bed and began to share the donuts. It really was hard to stay upset or down when you had donuts in your hands.

“Thanks for coming over for my birthday, this is one of my favorites 'cause I got to spend it with you,” Ruggie hummed as he had his arm wrapped around you. You cuddled up to him and dreamily sighed. “You’re welcome, happy birthday, Rugbert.” Ruggie groaned at you calling him Rugbert. Oh how he regretted his grandma telling you that she calls him that. “Hey, Rug?” you said curiously. “Hmm” he said, turning to look at you. “Was it really the donuts that gave away my hiding spot?”

He snickered at your question and then rolled back onto his back. “No, it wasn’t,” he sighed through a smile. “Oh? Then how?” You wanted to know how he knew. What could you do differently next time so he wouldn’t get you before you got him. He just gently pointed at your chest and smiled at you. “Your heartbeat, I can pick that out in a room full of a million people. I could hear it before I even walked through my front door.” You sat there, astounded by his response. He could pick your heartbeat out of a room full of people? And he said a million people? Even just thinking about it made your blood rise and stomach do cartwheels in the best way possible.

“C’mere,” he chuckled as he pulled you on top of his chest and into his arms. You relished in his arms, contently sighing. “Y’know, I can hear it when it speeds up too,” he whispered. Your eyes grew wide at his words, making you feel a little embarrassed. There was no hope for you. You were forever destined to be the one getting got. “Maybe… I’ll let you get me on your birthday.... Maybe~,” he laughed. "Yeah... maybe we can go to Wendy's house then," you said quietly. "Wendy's?" Ruggie asked puzzled. "Wendy's nuts," you said as you obnoxiously laughed, your boyfriend letting out another groan. You got him, though.

happy birthday you sweet baby man. i love you to the moon and back. thank you for making me want to play twisted wonderland. you are the only reason i am here. i wish i could give you the sun, stars, and moon. (all of you back up i will bite) haha /hj

[ruggiethethuggie]

Just Let Me Help You

Summary: Work has been long and stressful for Ruggie this week, but he is too stubborn to ask for support so his s/o takes it upon themselves to find ways to help out a little and show him love.

WC: 1893 Tags: fluff, one shot, gn!reader, Ruggie Bucchi, established relationship, HE IS AN ADULT HERE WITH A REAL JOB AND A REAL LIFE, stressed out Ruggie, s/o hates doing dishes (lmao same), some curse words, not proof read in the slightest © please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

You were standing in the kitchen, organizing the mail from the past few days. Work had been long and stressful the past week for both you and Ruggie, so it wasn’t a task high on your priority list, but since you were able to leave work early today you figured now would be a good time. You heard the familiar rattling outside the door, Ruggie fumbling to put his key in the lock, his hands more than likely full of his belongings. You glanced at the door as it opened, his exhausted face breaking your heart.

“Rug, … you look exhausted,” you said quietly as he walked into the kitchen. He sat his keys and jacket on the table, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and tossing it on there as well. He sighed heavily as he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head on your shoulder. Ruggie worked hard, almost too hard sometimes. He did everything he could to make your lives easier, but somehow, in some way, something always would create a hiccup in paradise.

“I am very tired,” he pouted. “I just want to take a long, hot shower and go to sleep.” He squeezed you tighter as you wrapped your arms around his back and rested one of your hands on his head. “Come on, Rug, you know I won’t let you go to bed without dinner,” you laughed as you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. The strands of hair seemingly danced in between your fingertips.

Ruggie groaned as he released his embrace around you and lifted his head off your shoulder. “I know, I know,” he said in a sullen tone. He walked back to the kitchen table and sat in the nearest chair, propping his head up with one of his arms on the table. “I want an off day, just one. I’m tired of working every damn day of the week and feeling like nothing changes.” You frowned behind him. Seeing him down was hard for you, he was always the one who tried to stay optimistic between you two, but the constant working and consistent hard days were weighing on him hard right now.

You placed your hands on his shoulder, trying to massage them for him, maybe that would help some. “Rug, what can I do to help?” you asked. He tilted his head back and looked up at you. “I don’t want you to have to do anything for me, I’ll be okay,” he said with a slight smile. You knew he was lying, he was just too stubborn to ask for help. You cocked your head to the side and gave him a look. “What? I swear I’m fine, I just need to take that shower and I will be all bright eyed and bushy tailed,” he said grinning. You gave a sarcastic “mhm”, letting him know you could see right through his act.

He got up from the chair and patted your head before giving your forehead a soft kiss. “I promise I will be fine, please don’t worry about me,” he said sweetly. He walked upstairs, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You know he wasn’t trying to hurt you by lying, but you hated knowing that he would rather lie and say he was fine than to ask for help. Even if it was just making his day a little easier, you wanted that for him. It would be one less thing for him to worry about.

You looked around the kitchen, deciding what you wanted to do. Cook or clean. Realistically, his showers didn’t last that long, but with how stressed he was, you knew they would be a little longer than normal. Cooking dinner and cleaning would take too much time. You decided that maybe ordering out for tonight would be a good idea. Ruggie was simple when it came to restaurants, he didn’t care much about fancy places and rarely complained about menu options and lack of variety. You knew that a nice, meaty dinner would make the beastman’s mouth water.

Quickly, you pulled out your phone, opening your UberEats app. Would Doordash be cheaper? It didn’t matter, what mattered was making sure the food was here before Ruggie was back downstairs. You wanted to surprise him when he came back into the kitchen. You placed the order, a steak and baked potato dinner for two. It said it “should” arrive within the next 30-40 minutes, maybe that would be enough time. You snuck upstairs, trying to be quiet as you walked in your bedroom. You rummaged through the drawers, looking for clothes to give him for after his shower. He wouldn’t have to search for anything to wear, it would just be there for him to grab. You pulled out some of his favorite lounge pieces, a simple tee and some joggers. You slowly opened the bathroom door, trying to make sure he didn’t hear or see you put them in the bathroom for him. You placed the clothes on the bathroom counter, grabbed his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, and closed the door quietly. Ruggie didn’t say anything to you, so you assumed your sneakiness outwitted your boyfriend.

Back in the bedroom, you gathered all the dirty clothes you could find. You struggled to pull out your phone from your pocket and hold all the clothes at the same time. Checking the time, you had maybe another 15-20 minutes at best before he was fully out of the shower, dressed, and back downstairs. That was still enough time to do a few more things for him, just to show him that you know how stressed he is and you want to help in any way that you can. You went back downstairs, toting the dirty laundry in your arms and finally putting it in the washer. After adding the detergent, you turned the washer on.

Turning around, the stack of dirty dishes in the sink caught your attention. Doing the dishes was a chore you hate doing, something you and Ruggie agreed would be one of his chores since you two moved in together. You were going to suck it up and do these damn dishes tonight. There was no way you were going to let Ruggie stress more over a pile of dishes that you also helped create.

You rolled up your sleeves and started cleaning the dishes. The thing you hated most about doing the dishes was the leftover food residue that would touch your hands if the dishes weren’t rinsed off well enough. Something about floating bits of food in soapy water did not seem like a fun time to you. Ruggie was always on top of it when he would take your plates and utensils from the table. It was rare if he didn’t rinse the dishes, but with how long this week had been, most of the dishes hadn’t been rinsed. You can do this, it’s just dishes.

You sped through cleaning the dishes and putting them on the dish rack, wanting to be done with it the moment you started. As you dried your hands with the hand towel on the stove handle, you heard a light set of knocks on the door. Your food had arrived, and just on time you thought, as you heard movement coming from upstairs.You rushed putting the food containers on the table, getting you both something to drink, and lighting your favorite vanilla scented candle on the counter before wiping your brow. It didn’t hit you until then how much you had actually done in the short amount of time Ruggie had showered.

“What’s that smell?” you heard Ruggie ask as he came off the stairs and walked towards the kitchen. You looked at him, seeing him smiling widely at the table. “Well, you’re stubborn. So I did what I could to help,” you said teasingly. He laughed as he walked over to you and pulled you in for another hug. He smelt so fresh, and you could feel his skin was still slightly damp. A small droplet of water from his hair hit your cheek. “Ahh,” you almost shouted, wiping it off your face. “It’s just water, you aren’t going to melt, you goofball,” he snickered.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have done all these nice things for you then,” you pouted as you tried to get out of his embrace. “No, no, please. I’m only playing. What’s for dinner, tell me?” he asked, sitting down at the table as you took your own seat. “Welllll,” you started to say. “I figured you could use a nice, really yummy meal, so I ordered us steak and potatoes.” Ruggie opened his togo plate, his eyes lighting up at the food in front of him. You opened yours as well and started to eat.

“At least these are in togo plates, they won’t be added to that stack of dishes behind me,” Ruggie said as he turned to look at the sink. “Oh..,” he said looking back at you. “You… you did the dishes?” The question was his being both sarcastic but also impressed. “Hey, shut up, I was trying to help,” you said with a laugh. Ruggie smiled as he kept eating. “Your laundry is getting done, too,” you said motioning to the washer. Ruggie turned as he took a bite of his steak, his mouth half full in his response. “Ohh, so that’s why you came into the bathroom.I was wondering why you didn’t say anything,” he laughed. You hung your mouth open in shock, you thought for sure he hadn’t heard you. Maybe you were louder than you thought. “You heard me?! Why didn’t you say something, I thought I was so sneaky,” you said, putting shredded cheese on your potato. “I mean…. Look at who you’re with, you can’t out sneak a sneak,” he said tapping his temple twice.

Ruggie toyed with his food a little and smiled at his plate before looking up at you again. “Ya know, it means a lot to me that you’d do all this when you don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of me,” he said softly. “You are my absolute world, I love you dearly.”

His words were warm and comforting, a sensation you loved feeling while he spoke. “Rug, I love you, too. That’s why I want to help you, even if it’s something small, I just don’t want you to feel like the weight of the world is on your back. Let me help you carry it. I don’t mind doing stuff for you, you do stuff for me all the time. I just want to care for you, the way you care for me,” you assured him.

“Thank you, I’ll try to ask for help more, that is IF I feel like I need it,” he snickered. You narrowed your eyes at him, he couldn’t stay serious longer than 5 minutes to save his life sometimes. “You are such an asshat, I can’t stand you,” you teased. Ruggie grinned as he gave your nose a boop. “No, no, you love me. I know you do,” he purred as you both continued to finish your plates.

[demonichikikomori]

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*places donut around ruggies dick*

untitled. 03 - ruggie bucchi x gn!reader

There's a slight tilt to his head as he watches you work. Sitting up while resting back on his forearms. Ruggie was completely nude. His face was hot and flushed as he eyed the donut you had slid down his shaft. Covered in chocolate frosting, sprinkles, leaking in glaze. His cock twitched in excitement as you lifted your phone with a devious smile, wanting to get a picture for memories.

"This is kinda... I know I said you could but..." He trailed off nervously. Each throb of his cock would make you smile. "I told you I wanted to stack a donut on it. I think just one is fine though, right?" You teased and took the picture, making sure to leave his face cut out just in case of something going wrong with the photo. You could see his thighs flexing, his stomach would twitch with each hitch of his breath. "Y... You'll take it off after the pictures right?" Ruggie asked with an anxious smile as your eyes flicked up from your phone to meet his greyish blue gaze.

His face was getting redder and redder as you reached towards his cock and gently thumbed over the slit of his weeping cock. The clearish bead of ejaculate was smeared over the tip, causing it to glisten as he squirmed under your touch. Just a little more. You wanted to see if you could get more 'frosting' onto the donut.

[demonichikikomori]

Jshsveodhebe I need more Ruggie and no condoms 😍😍 Especially if he tries to hide the raunchy reasons why he doesn't want to? He'll say he's responsible, that they're seriously too expensive, but deep inside, when HE'S deep inside us, he knows those aren't the important reasons---;@*@&@*@

YOU GET ME!!! YOU UNDERSTAND MEEEEE!!!!!

To be honest... A big reason Ruggie won't use them (when I write for him of course this is not canon) is because he's still a dude at the end of the day. A dude that was not a virgin when you met him. Kinda. A dude who will do whatever he can to get out of using a condom when he can.

He loves the feeling of being inside of you completely raw, nothing separating you. Not even that 0.02 mm wall you should be encouraging him to use!! And scolding him when he refuses. He honestly... Just loves raw sex when it's you. It's blasphemous!!!! You deserve to feel the intense pleasure that comes with letting him have his way with you!! Consensually of course!~! Wh... What if you're allergic to the latex anyway?!?? It's a risk he can't take!! Just let him do it raw again and again!!!!!

He honestly forgets whatever the excuse was once he feels your wet and gummy walls squeezing around him. Inviting him in deeper, inviting him to thrust and whisper in your ear how amazing you make him feel when you let him do this with you. Under the sheets. Hiding in a closet. Behind the waterfall in Savanaclaw. In his room. Under the bleachers of the Magic Shift stadium. Wherever he can have you, he wants to take you.

His hips are so slow when he rocks into you, getting deeper and hitting that special spot inside you that makes your toes curl so hard you think you might cramp up. You can feel each pulse and throb. You can feel the little twitches as precum dribbles inside of you. You can hear his heartbeat against you, the moans between you and how they get louder and louder as the two of you get closer and closer to finishing together.

So close. Almost there.

See? You don't want him to use a condom... It feels so, so, soooo good when he doesn't use one!~!

[demonichikikomori]

wait wait wait savanaclaw reaction to getting their tail yoinked, thots?

I’ll respond to this from knowledge I have gained from the real world and the sexy sexy speaking voice on Animal Planet. So, many animals (mammals in particular) will allow their offspring to play rough since that’s just how animals are lol. Usually there are cases of younger animals will play with the tails of adults and the adults will allow it. Mostly because in the human equivalent, it’s like a child running around you and pulling on your clothes. Of course, if the kid is too rough then put a stop to it haha.

Now, let’s begin:

Tough Love

Leona Kingscholar

By now, the second borne prince is used to your little pranks and playful antics. When you catch him napping in the schools garden: You decide to mess with him a little. You’ve never faced consequences before. Why would you face them now? You creep over, unaware that your light steps were actually heard by him and you began messing with… His tail!!

Great, you’re just like Cheka

He doesn’t hate it but he’s not the biggest fan of you pull on him too hard

He moves it in your hands, allowing you to play with the thick tuft of fur at the end

He does have nerves and such in his tail, so no funny business!!!!

He does finally scold you if you start pulling because that doesn’t feel very good. Ya little shit

“You ain’t some little kid. Stop messing with my tail already.”

The fur is soft under your fingertips, and the tuft at the end was course, as if it replicated a real lions mane

You told Leona he would make a very handsome rug someday. He didn’t think you were very funny. Even if you did get a snort out of him

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie has a small tail that’s usually hidden under his large clothes (mostly hand me downs from Leona) but you’ve been waiting for the chance to see it. Almost like hidden treasure. So, when he changes into his P.E uniform, you challenge him to a game of tag.

He is honored by how subtle you are but he won’t be playing fair in this obvious game of tag

He’s using all sorts of tricks to run away from you. A hand near his tail at all times to avoid having it pulled on

Ruggie is fast and lean, so ducking and dodging is his forte and if necessary he will use his Unique Magic

Once you’re exhausted, he’ll sit down beside you with a signature snicker

“Shishishi~ Not too bad! I know what your end goal is. And for playin’ along with me… Give it a stroke~”

You would slap him for the nasty innuendo, but, you already are feeling up the soft fur with the darkened end… Admiring how shiny the fur was

Then, you yanked as hard as he can until he cries uncle from next to you. You quickly jumped on top of him and pulled until he was clawing at you

That was for making you chase him. But you also gained an agitated hyena who was hungry for vengeance…

Jack Howl

Jack was showing you his assorted cacti he was caring for in the little Savanaclaw dorm he made into a temporary home. His tail was wagging so much with joy, you wanted to touch it. To pull on it. So you did.

ConfusedDogNoise.mp3

He doesn’t really feel you grabbing it since there’s a lot of fur there to hold onto

It feels just like a dogs fur, familiar under your fingertips as you start to pet him

“Oi, what are you doing? Don’t be weird.”

He’s trying to show you his cactus!!!!!! Focus!!!!!

You suddenly give the tail a yank and he almost drops the plant in his hands.

Jack growls at you and smacks your hands away, he’s holding his tail protectively in his hands and flattening his ears.

Please don’t touch…