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ruggiethethuggie · 1 year

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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

#~.writing #ruggie x reader #twst x reader #ruggie twst #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland ruggie #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi propaganda #rugbert bluecheese #rugbert i love you #happy birthday ruggie

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kalims · 1 year

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oh my god rosa have u never heard of rugbert leonard bluecheese b4?????

...NO

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . mail !#send pic of rugbert

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ruggiethethuggie · 1 year

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got a text from my mans, should I answer ??

#~.twst #ruggie bucchi #rugbert bluecheese #ruggie twst #Disney twst memes #twst meme

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ruggiethethuggie · 1 year

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Sweet Treats | Happy Valentine's Day!

Summary: Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and you want to make a nice gift for your crush! Luckily, you have a good friend willing to help you decorate the sweet treats!

WC: 2923 Tags: fluff, one shot, gn!reader, Ruggie Bucchi, Valentine's Day, baking cookies, decorating cookies, confessing feelings © please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

You pressed play on the video, trying to watch it quietly so those around you wouldn’t hear the video and start asking questions. Hi everyone! In this tutorial, I will show you some simple ways to decorate cookies for Valentine’s Day. You quickly paused it and glanced around the room, seeing if anyone’s expressions had changed. The volume was a little bit louder than what you had anticipated. Everyone seemed to be studying or chatting with each other, so you figured no one had heard the video start.

You pressed play again, listening to the woman’s voice describe the many types of icing and decorating tools she would be using for the sugar cookies. You had your eye on someone in the class, but had never had enough confidence to make a move. But this time around, you were going to change that. You wanted to give them a nice gift, something you made with your own two hands. Something sweet to their liking, hoping they would reciprocate your feelings for them after you got them off your chest.

Making cookies was easy, but decorating them? That was a whole new ballgame. The designs you saw on the sugary sweets at stores were so intricate. You knew your cookies wouldn’t look as good, but maybe watching a few tutorials on YouTube would help boost your confidence and get your creativity going. The video you found was supposed to be for beginners, but even so you felt like you were in over your head. Your mind was filling with thoughts of anxiety and what ifs as you felt someone put their books down on your table and sit in the seat beside you.

You shuffled your phone in your hand, trying to pause the video before you started getting asked questions, but it was too late. “What is that? Cookies? Shishishi,” Ruggie said, giving a small chuckle as he sat down and put his arm across the back of your seat. He leaned in, almost as if he was going to watch the video with you. Why does he even care about a video for decorating cookies? “Yeah, I thought about making some cookies tonight… but I don’t really know how to decorate them, so I thought watching a video would help,” you said shyly. He nodded, gesturing for you to continue the video. Guess he is going to watch the video with you?

The two of you sat in your seats, watching the video tutorial go over how to decorate the cookies, showing a multitude of designs from hearts to diamonds to swirls and stripes. You could tell Ruggie’s eyes were lighting up watching the video. He looked like a kid walking into a candy store for the first time, seeing so many things that made him ecstatic. “Do you like cookies, Ruggie?” you asked as the video showed the compilation of decorated cookies at the end.

“Me? I mean, yeah, who doesn’t like cookies?” he said, looking at you with a grin. “Cookies come in so many flavors and you can basically do whatever you want with ‘em, kinda like donuts.” With the video over, you closed your phone and put it beside your books on the table. Ruggie was playing with his pencil, teetering it on his finger instead of using it to take notes. He took it and put the eraser end towards his lips, tapping it ever so slightly. “So you said you’re making these tonight?” he asked.

“Yes, I kinda wanted them ready for tomorrow. Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I just hope I can decorate them all and they look good,” you sighed, leaning forward onto the table. You crossed your arms and put your head into them, another sigh escaping your mouth. “Why not get help decorating them then?” Ruggie said, snapping his finger and moving his hand off the chair and onto the back of your shoulders.

You turned your head to look at him, his gentle smile seemed genuine. Maybe you should get help decorating, that would definitely help you out a lot. “Ya know what, I didn’t think of that. Hmm,” you sat up and started thinking about who would be best to ask for help. “Maybe I’ll see if Trey can help me, he would be super good at this.” Ruggie gave you a few blinks, staring back at you extremely confused. “You do realize… Trey probably has so many things he has to bake tonight for other people? I know Kalim has already asked for a cake, and even some Savanaclaw dudes have asked for him to make things. Maybe you shouldn’t ask him..” he said in a polite tone.

He was right, maybe asking Trey for help would be too much of a burden, but getting these cookies done for your crush was very important to you. “Ughhh,” you groaned. “Then who else can I ask? No one else in this stupid school would know how to do this, I may as well take my chances and ask Grim for help and just hope he doesn’t eat them all before tomorrow.” Ruggie shook his head at your words as he giggled. “Shishishi. Look, how about I help you? I’ve decorated cookies before, not for Valentine’s Day, but for some events that I had to work a catering job for. What’d ya say?”

Ruggie has decorated cookies before? You guessed that would make sense. He always had tricks up his sleeves from all the odd jobs he has done, baking cookies and decorating them was just another thing to check off on his “Jack of All Trades” list you had mentally been doing. “Okay, fine. You can help me decorate them, I’ll probably make all the cookies before you get to the dorm so we just have to decorate them all,” you said back to him.

As the rest of your free period continued, you two talked about the type of icings you would need, colors to get, possible sprinkles or other edible decorations for the cookies, etc. Ruggie seemed to know a lot more about decorating baked goods than what you had expected, which was fine in your mind. At least one of you would know what they were doing later.

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later at Ramshackle

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You were finishing placing the last cookies on the cooling racks when you heard knocking on the dorm’s door. You wiped your hands on your pants, leaving small finger prints of flour on the legs. Opening the door, Ruggie was on the outside of it, a bag in his hand. You cocked your head to the side looking at the bag, you didn’t ask him to bring anything for the cookies. “I brought a few extra things for the cookies, it’s just a few more things to use to decorate,” he said with his signature grin, his fangs staring back at you. “Oh, okay then. Works for me,” you said as you led him inside. Ruggie had never been inside Ramshackle before this, maybe just in the living room a time or two, but not actually walking through the dorm.

“I know it’s drabby, but I’m trying to make it look nicer, I swear,” you said as he trailed behind you. His eyes wandered across the room, looking at all the nooks and crannies in sight. “I don’t mind, shishishi. It just looks very … lived in,” he said with a slight giggle. That was a nice way of saying it was messy or disorganized looking, but he wasn’t wrong either way. Between school and baby sitting Grim, it’s not like you had much time at home to just sit and clean all day.

You both entered the kitchen, Ruggie placing his bag on the counter and pulling the decorating tools out as you watched. He pulled out small metal tools that had a little, round ball at the tip. It looked like one of the ones you had seen in the video earlier. He had brought more icing, just in case there wasn’t enough of a certain color, and more tips to use for frosting if either of you were making designs.

“Woah, that’s pretty cool. You just had that stuff laying around?” you asked in a playful tone. Part of you felt like he just went out and bought all this stuff, but knowing Ruggie he wouldn’t have just bought something to use one time. That would’ve been a waste of money. “Actually, yeah. We have stuff like this at our dorm, but no one uses it so it’s just hidden away in one of the drawers. I figured maybe we could use some of these things,” he said, pulling the last of the items out.

You felt one of the cookies, checking to make sure it wasn’t so warm the icing would melt. It was still slightly warm, but chilled enough to be able to do something with you hoped. “Ok, well, any ideas? Do you want to split the cookies to decorate?” you asked. You hadn’t really given thought to how you both would decorate. Maybe it would be fine for you to just do half the cookies and Ruggie do the other half. “I think we can split them. Are you giving all these to one person or to individual people?” he asked, his bangs loosely moving as he looked over at you.

“Uh, well.. I was going to give them all to.. a certain someone,” you said shyly. Ruggie perked his ears up and raised his brows. “Ohh, I see. So these are for your crush, hmm?” he said, giving you an is that so expression. You could feel yourself getting embarrassed, talking to Ruggie about your classroom crush was not what you wanted to do. “Here, take these and you decorate them. I will do this half,” you snappily said, basically tossing him a tray of cookies. He laughed at you under his breath as he grabbed the red icing to use.

It was quiet for a while as you two were decorating the cookies. You were so focused on making the designs you had seen in the video earlier in class, opening your phone every so often to reference the pictures you had screenshotted. Ruggie was doing excellent at decorating, his lines were smooth and clean. It was clear he had great hand-eye coordination and very steady hands. He acted like he was an amateur at this, but his cookies looked like ones you would see at a bakery. Maybe he’d give Trey’s family a run for their money.

The silence was broken with Ruggie’s curiosity. “So your crush, huh, you think he will like these cookies?” he asked quietly. You weren’t sure if you wanted to answer his questions, but you figured it would be a little rude to just ignore him. “I hope he does. I mean, I know they’re not fancy, but hopefully they are good enough,” you said as you made little red hearts on top of the white iced cookie.

“I bet he will! They smell amazing, I kinda want one for myself, shishishi. Is he in our class or what?” he asked, his tail was noticeably wagging behind him. His curiosity seemed to be getting the best of him. “Ruggie, you know what they say about curiosity?” you laughed as you put the icing down. “Yeah, yeah. It killed the cat. But I’m not a cat, I’m a hyena,” he said grinning back at you. “So… he is in our class then?” You nodded your head yes in response to his question as you looked at the counter, searching for the pink icing. Ruggie handed it to you when he noticed what you were looking for.

“Please don’t tell me it’s that one guy in there, he is so annoying,” he said as you took the icing from his hand. “Oh god, no. It’s not him,” you said quickly. Ruggie was right, that guy was annoying. He always asked you where his hug was at, standing there with his stupid red hair and red heart on his face. Ruggie was making white dots on the red iced cookie he was doing. He grabbed the small round tipped decorating tool and used it to turn the dots into small hearts. “Alright, so he’s in our class. What do you like about him?” he asked as his gaze turned to look up at you. “I guess you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to, shishishi.”

“It’s fine,” you sighed. Maybe telling Ruggie about your crush would make you more confident tomorrow when you told your crush how you felt. “I think he’s really sweet, and he’s pretty funny.” You continued to make little designs on your cookie as Ruggie listened and decorated his own cookie. “I don’t know. It’s not like we talk to each other every day, but when I do talk to him.. It just feels like home. If that makes sense?” you said, giving Ruggie an unsure look.

Ruggie was staring back at you, his eyes sparkling as you turned to him. He quickly shifted his gaze as you turned around. “No, I know exactly what you mean, I think,” he said as he made a swirl design on his last cookie. “Are you going to tell him tomorrow how you feel when you give him these?”

“That is the plan, but I am so worried about what he will say. What if he doesn’t like the cookies? Or what if he doesn’t even like me back?” you said, talking with your hands and getting little droplets of icing on the counter. Ruggie was quick to grab paper towels as you kept talking, moving your hands around with every word you said. “Like seriously, I don’t know why I’m even doing this. He would be stupid to even like me.”

“Hey, don’t say that. I bet he would like you, I mean don’t count yourself out just yet. You haven’t even put yourself out there,” he said with a reassuring tone. Ruggie’s face looking at you seemed very sincere, maybe he was right. You do miss every shot you don’t take (Micheal Scott). “Hell, if he doesn’t take these cookies, I will.” You laughed at Ruggie’s words, he really was one of the nicest people to you in your class. You finished your last cookie and let them sit out to dry while Ruggie bagged up his stuff.

“Hey, since I helped out, would you care if I took one home with me? As a nice little treat?” he said, giving you puppy dog eyes in hopes you would say yes. “Of course, Ruggie. Take your pick,” you said to him. He grabbed one of the cookies, making sure he was holding it from the bottom to not ruin the icing. “Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said with a grin as he made his way out the dorm door. Tomorrow. The big day for you. It was still early in the night, only about 9pm, but you decided to sleep now so you could be well rested and prepare yourself mentally for the next day.

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Next day in free period

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It was time. Time to find your crush in class and give him his Valentine’s Day gift. It was now or never. You sat in your seat, your mind trying to talk your body out of its own actions. You got up from your desk and took a long breath in and let it out slowly to calm yourself. You leaned down into your bag, the tin box of cookies tucked away safely. You grabbed them, no turning back now.

You walked across the room to the table on the opposite side, the other students laughing and chatting around the room with each other. No one was paying attention to you, it was normal for the students to get up and move around during free periods. It helped that it didn’t feel like all eyes were on you. You found your crush, offering the box to him as you gathered enough courage to speak.

“These are for you..,” you said, not wanting to make eye contact with the boy in front of you. Your gaze locked eyes with him as he spoke though. “For me?” Ruggie said, looking confused as he took the container. He opened it, seeing the cookies the two of you had decorated the night before. He looked up quickly, ears perked and his eyes once again starry. “You mean, I’m your crush?”

“Yes..,” you said quietly, fidgeting your fingers waiting for his response. His laugh took you by surprise as he pulled something out of his own bag. Another container, similar to the one you had. He must’ve gotten it from Sam’s as well you thought.

“I have something for you, too,” he said, as he handed you the container. You weren’t sure what to say, but it wasn’t uncommon for friends to get each other gifts for holidays so you just figured it was generic candies or what not. You opened the container, seeing the cookie Ruggie had taken last night as his treat for helping. He had taken it home to decorate more, adding the words “Will you be my valentine?” on it. Still shocked, you looked at him with your mouth open, not really sure what to say. He gave you a grin and laughed. “I told you he would like the cookies.. and you,” he said, his tail happily swishing back and forth in his seat.

#~.twst #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi twst #ruggie bucchi fanfic #valentine's day #ruggie twst #gn!reader x twst #gn!reader x ruggie #twst fanfic #disney twst x reader #disney twst fanfic #ruggie bucchi propaganda #rugbert bluecheese

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ruggiethethuggie · 1 year

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Don’t forget to sacrifice your life to our lord and savior, Ruggie Bucchi, and bring him donuts to your offerings plate. Ganbatte

#~.chats #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi propaganda #rugbert bluecheese

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ruggiethethuggie · 1 year

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2 more days and my special Ruggie fic comes out HEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH. are you guys excited?

#~.chats #~.twst #rugbert bluecheese

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ruggiethethuggie · 1 year

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heard u like ruggie, and since I’ve had ruggie brain rot for the past few weeks…

IMAGINE HIM MAKING A HOME MADE GIFT FOR UR BIRTHDAY, AND IT ISN’T THE BEST BUT HE TRIED AND HE INCLUDED ALL YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN IT TO AND HES REALLY SHY AND BLUSHY WHEN GIVING IT TO U

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oh my goodness, he is so sweet. You know he probably would save his money so he can buy items and things to actually make you a gift from his heart. I'm gonna bet because of his upbringing, he knows that the value of a gift isn't actually measured by the $ that is attached to it.

I think it would be really sweet to imagine Ruggie giving you something that he really thought out and it has all your favorite things. Even if he made something and it wasn't the "cutest" thing to look at, I think the fact that it came from him- I would take it to work with me and display whatever it is on my desk.

I dare someone to say some shit about it, because I will hit someone or at the least verbally assault them.

Sidenote: I personally think homemade gifts are better than store bought anyway. Nothing says I thought of you and wanted to get you something special like a crafted gift that could've taken hours of their time to make. That's love ❤️

#~.asks #~.chats #thank you for asking #ruggie bucchi #rugbert bluecheese #we stan ruggie in this house #even my kids love ruggie and that's on my moma

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demonichikikomori · 1 year

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I want you to know that I went to your Ao3 and your writing makes me aBSOLUTELY FERAL alldhdhdlajhals BARK BARK BARK 😩😩😩😩🥴

CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MY AO3 WILL LOOK WHEN IM BACK AT MY PC AND LESS DEPRESSED???????

Also thank you thank you my motivation for working on fanfictions is knowing I have given someone something they wanted to read. It’s my pride and currently second official hobby. Figure collecting comes first. I’m working on many fics right now… My Ruggie one… The Azul book I’m still working on but I’ve started to feel guilty towards the reader.

The whiplash of Ruggie smut and him being all over you like honey on toast is such a drastic comparison to Azul having you bend and twist in his palm against your will. Both sexy… For me at least. My Ruggie chapter won’t be done for a while and I’m still working on my commissions… But soon… SOON I WILL CREATE MORE!!!!!!!! AND I WILL MAKE SOMETHING EVERYONE LIKES!!!!!!!!

I hope! <3

#ask the devil #spoiler: theres a waterfall #spoiler: azul likes thighs #rugbert bluecheese #azul ass and rot toes

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demonichikikomori · 7 months

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I have lost myself… Upon hearing Rollo’s voice and seeing his official card (including the Groovy) I fear that I may forget to Ruggie post… I… The number one Ruggie Bucchi propagandist… May begin Rollo Flamm propaganda. Part time for now but… Hm… I shall not say more… Not yet…

#a. hellish. secret #i want to fuck him #NOW!!!!!!#i dont know how to explain it #please trust me #men like him cause me to stray from my path #my path of rugbert bluecheese #AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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ruggiethethuggie · 2 years

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Rugbert Bluecheese

► ► notes: This is a Pokemon AU. I am bored. It is 11pm at night. I do not write. If you hate it, don't tell me I will cry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You made your way to the front door, bag in hand and your new belt on your waist. As you grabbed the front door you paused and turned to your mom. "I promise I'll be home soon, Mom! Professor said it would only take a few minutes..." you said. "I know, sweetheart, but choosing your first Pokemon is so nerve-wracking, I just want you to go in with a level head. Don't rush to choose one just because some other kid got one you wanted," your mom sighed as she glanced over at your dad. Your dad must have known she was referring to him and his starter he chose. He just shrugged and grumbled a few words under his breath. You gave your mom another look, reassuring her that you were fine. You had been waiting for this your whole life; it was finally time to pick your starter. You left your house, almost galloping out your front door like a gazelle. The walk to the professor's lab wasn't that far, but you decided to stroll through the community gardens along the way. A rush of anxiety was coming over you, but you kept telling yourself it was just because you were finally getting a starter- nothing more. You leisurely passed by your neighbors, watching them as they all talked amongst themselves and paraded through the streets with their own starters. Pikachus, Charmanders, Bulbasaurs, Squirtles- they all ran by your feet. You gave a small smile and giggled as you watched the pokemon play with each other. You decided, hey why don't I take a quick break- to ease my mind a bit. You sat on a bench outside of Ms. Ketchum's house. You were trying to catch your breath and "level your head" as your mom would say when you saw a familiar face as you looked around at your surroundings. You'd known him his entire life. Growing up as next door neighbors, always being in the same classes at school, and now choosing your starter pokemon will become a shared memory between the two of you. Even though you grew up close, being friends was not the best way of describing your relationship. The two of you had a sense of competitiveness amongst you like no one before. Every available opportunity was turned into a contest of some sorts. You knew this day wasn't going to be any different. He was always meant to be your rival, the one who would make you a better trainer. Ruggie Bluecheese. "Hey, nerd," he said, scoffing at you as he walked by. The words left his mouth almost as if he hated even saying them. You thought to yourself, why not just ignore me if we're not friends. Ignoring you would have made your day easier. Ruggie was doing nothing to keep your head leveled before your big decision. You hated when he called you nerd. It drove you nuts. The competitiveness between you two started long ago, all from one singular incident. Your 4th grade final exam. The two of you had made bets as to who would be listed in the top of the class once the grades were released. You were adamant that it would be you- the one who studied for weeks and weeks, learning all the material, memorizing every word. Ruggie, on the other hand, was all too sure that it would be he- the one who slept through all the lectures, who threw paper wads at you to distract you while taking notes, who never once made top of the class in all the years prior. You couldn’t figure out if this was some sick joke or if he actually believed he would beat you. “Hello… Rugbert …” you said, squinting your eyes at him as he walked past. You assumed you got under his skin since he stopped right after hearing you say his name, the one no one ever dares to call him. “I told you, don’t call me Rugbert,” he said as he turned to you, making a disgusted face. “Aw, but that’s what your grandmother calls you. So that is what I am going to call you, too. It is your name. I don’t know why you keep telling people your name is Ruggie,” you said as you got up from the bench and crossed your arms at him. “Yeah, it is the one my grandmother calls me. You aren’t allowed to, and neither is anyone else. To you and the rest of the world, I am Ruggie,” he huffed. You walked towards him and lightly tapped his shoulder and said, “Sure. Keep telling yourself that… Rugbert.” You walked past him, noticing now how close to time you were to choose your starter. If you didn’t leave now, you wouldn’t make it in time. Who knew what would happen if you didn’t get to choose a starter, what would your parents think?! You continued to walk as you felt Ruggie’s presence catching up to you. Ruggie was now walking beside you at the same pace. You assumed he wanted to make sure he got there before you, why else would he be walking so close to you. “Do you know what starter you’re going to choose?” he asked. “I’ve thought about it some. I love how Bulbasaurs look when they evolve with their beautiful flowers, and plus, I hear they are pretty easy to train. Even you couldn’t mess up getting one,” you laughed as you kept walking. Ruggie didn’t seem too impressed by your joke, but continued to walk with you nonetheless. “I think I am actually going to get the fire one, the charmander. They look really cool. I bet they could be good use in the kitchen, helping with their fire powers and stuff.” “I mean, sure they could, but don’t you think that’s a little too difficult to train for someone like you?” you teased. Ruggie laughed this time, but you weren’t sure if he actually thought your joking was funny. He looked at you and gave a mischievous grin. “Yeah, they might be tough, but I enjoy a little challenge. It’s always nice getting what you want in the end.” For some reason, you felt like he was talking about something other than choosing a starter. You didn’t want to think anything more of it; how dare Ruggie invade your thoughts the way he always seems to do sometimes. You two continued to walk a little bit longer, but the words he said were eating at your mind. “What did you mean by that, Ruggie?” you asked. “Ohh, so you only call me Rugbert to annoy me. Okay, I get it now,” he said laughing with his mischievous chin again. You rolled your eyes at his response, avoiding your question. “Come on, answer me,” you said as you lightly punched his arm. Ruggie stopped smiling as you two walked. After a few moments, he cleared his throat and stopped walking. Confused, you also stopped and looked back at him. “Well… ya know? It’s like, I-,” he trailed off as he scratched behind his ears, his eyes searching past you so he wasn’t making direct eye contact. “WE’RE LATE!” he shouted as he ran towards the lab entrance. You two were within a few feet from the bridge in front of the building. The words leaving Ruggie’s mouth made you gasp. How could you let yourself be late- on a day like this of all days. You turned quickly and made your way over the bridge, looking up at the clock above the door entrance that told you you were already 15 minutes late. Your time with Ruggie felt a lot shorter than what it must’ve been. You both made your way inside, Ruggie making it inside before you. You knew he would probably tease you for it tomorrow, another thing he beat you at. Ruggie was walking in front of you when you both entered the large room where you were supposed to have already been in. Professor Oak locked eyes with you and gave a small sigh and frowned. He made his way over to you both, walking past the other students in your class who were already filling out their new trainer paperwork with their new starters by their side. “I am not sure how to tell you both this, but-” he said looking back at both you and Ruggie, “All of my available starters have been claimed for today… I don’t have one for either of you. It seems like we just gave out our last one a few minutes before you two arrived.” Your heart sank hearing his words. This was your day, and it was ruined by not having a starter. Professor Oak continued to explain to you both about the varying choices for starter pokemon and assured you that he would have more for you both soon. He had another trip he intended to make to Lavender Town and knew he would find you both a suitable companion along the way. You turned to Ruggie to see his expression when hearing the same news. He seemed nonchalant about the situation, as if getting his starter wasn’t as big of a deal to him as it was to you. The more you thought about that, the more it made sense. Ruggie was used to doing things on his own, rarely asking for help from others. He didn’t need a pokemon like you did. You couldn’t do anything for yourself it seemed. You hoped by having a starter that it would help you with doing your chores since doing even a small task seemed like a huge endeavor on its own to you. You always needed help, Ruggie didn’t. You hated that. As you two left Professor Oak’s lab, you started to walk home together. It was fairly silent since both of you had just left the lab without a starter in hand. You noticed as you came to the gardens that Ruggie picked up his pace and scurried to the flower beds. You figured he saw dandelions he wanted to eat, he was weird like that. He came back to you with an alstroemeria in hand and reached out to give it to you. You weren’t sure what was happening, but you looked at him as he spoke. “Here,... Bulbasaurs aren’t the only ones who have beautiful flowers.” he said as you took the flower. You stared at the flower and then back at Ruggie, he was giving you that stupid, mischievous grin again. You knew this was his way of trying to make you feel better. Your mind was racing thinking of when you ever mentioned alstroemerias were your favorite flowers to him. You smiled at the flower and thought to yourself, maybe this day wasn’t ruined at all.

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ruggiethethuggie · 9 months

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hello everyone, i just wanted to remind you all that I love Ruggie Bucchi, Rugbert Bluecheese, Mr. Rug Bug. That is all.

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ruggiethethuggie · 2 years

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Always Meant to be | Ch.2

► ► notes: Here I am again, bringing you more of Ruggie x Reader in Pokemon AU. Enjoy.

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You kept saying it over and over again, today wasn’t ruined at all. You and Ruggie continued to walk towards your houses in silence. Ruggie kept looking ahead quietly while you couldn’t take your eyes off the flower he had just handed you. How did he know this was your favorite flower? When did you ever tell someone this was your favorite, and how did Rugbert Bluecheese get this information?? Maybe Ruggie paid more attention to you than you thought, or maybe he was just extremely good at guessing.

The thought of the day not being ruined was tossed out the window as you entered your house. Your parents bombarded you with questions about how the event was, what it was like, which pokemon did you choose, what did the other kids get. You didn’t want to talk about it; tears began to well in your eyes as you ran upstairs to your room.

You were thankful your parents were as understanding as they were. Seeing you run upstairs, they decided to let you have time to decompress before trying to pry more into your day. You were laying on your bed facing your ceiling, lightly tossing your fox squishmallow into the air right above you when you heard your mom knock on the door.

“Honey, dinner will be ready in a few minutes. You can come down if you would like to sit at the table or I can bring it up to you in your room, whatever you would like. It doesn’t matter to me,” she said softly outside your door.

You appreciated her more than she would ever know; your friends’ mom never let them eat dinner in their rooms when they were stressed out. You knew this because you had heard the complaints time and time again while still in school.

“Okay, sounds good! I’ll come downstairs in a few minutes,” you shouted back to her.

You heard your mom’s gentle footsteps fade as she made her way downstairs. You put your squishmallow back into its safe spot, right under your blanket next to your pillow. You tapped it a few times as if saying “nighty, night” and left your room.

Downstairs smelt amazing, you were confused how you couldn’t smell your mom’s cooking from your room. As you walked further into the dining room, you saw your mom had already set the table and your dad was making your mom a plate of food. Your parents’ dynamic may seem weird to others, but you knew by the small gestures your dad always did for your mom that he truly loved her. He would go out of his way to give her the world, even if she didn’t ask for it. You hoped you would find a love like that one day, but for now no one matched your standards.

“This food looks so good!” you said delightfully as you and your parents began to eat dinner. There was nothing more comforting after having a long day than enjoying your mom’s cooking. You knew your parents would eventually ask you about your day, so you gathered your thoughts as you ate to make sure you explained what happened.

Your dad started asking questions first. “So what happened, hun?”

You sighed and began your explanation. “Well, I was going to be on time… but I really wanted to take a short walk through the gardens. I figured seeing the flowers would make me feel better because I started having anxiety the more I walked towards the lab.”

Your dad nodded and said, “Yes, you always did love the gardens. Did you lose track of time while there? Sometimes I get lost when I look into your mother’s eyes.” Your dad chuckled as he continued eating while your mom just rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Aha, no,” you laughed. “I actually got sidetracked by Ruggie Bluecheese. He and I chatted while I was at the gardens.” You knew chatting wasn’t exactly how the conversation went with Ruggie. It was more like two old people bickering back and forth- that’s how it felt talking to Ruggie, constant bickering.

“Oh, Ruggie, that young man is pretty swell. He is always such a hard worker,” your dad began to boast. “Ya know, he always comes over to help me bring in groceries from the store, and he never shies away from helping me out with any yard work.”

Listening to your dad made your ears start to burn. You could feel your blood starting to boil, but why? The sound of Ruggie’s name and hearing your dad praise him must’ve made you go insane.

Just as you thought the Ruggie compliments were over, your mom suddenly chimed in. “You’re so right, dear! He is such a respectable, young man. I love how well mannered he is, and he is so well-rounded! His grandmother really is raising a gentleman,” she said smiling.

You sat there looking at both of your parents, looking at them both back and forth. Why on Earth are they sitting here talking about Ruggie. Rugbert Bluecheese. Rugbert. Blue. Cheese. It really felt as if you could never get away from him. He was consistently in your vision, no matter where you went. You couldn’t even escape him at your own dinner table. At this point, not only were your ears on fire, but so was your face. This caught your mother’s attention quickly.

“Oh, hun! You’re blushing?! Wait-,” she said, motioning for your father to look at your face. “Do you like Mr. Ruggie? He would definitely be a good match for you in my opinion, someone who would care-”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” you shouted to her, cutting her off mid sentence. You felt bad for shouting, but you couldn’t take hearing anymore of that.

Your parents looked surprised by your reaction and decided that they would drop the Ruggie conversation. It was clear you didn’t want to continue it, and they respected that.

You all finished your meal and turned in for the night.

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A month had gone by since you left the lab that day, no pokemon in hand. It had made you somewhat saddened. You watched as your friends all started on their Pokemon journey; all of them aspiring to be the very best. You wanted so badly for it to be your turn. You knew Professor Oak told you he would bring you back a pokemon once he returned from Lavender Town, but it had been 3 weeks already since he left. You didn’t know when he planned to come back. All he did was send you postcards, writing to you about the amazing time he was having and to “not fret” over the starter pokemon situation.

You got dressed for the day and mosied downstairs. Your dad was already gone for work, and your mom was in the living room cleaning. She motioned for you to come to her while she vacuumed.

“CAN YOU GO TO VIRIDIAN CITY AND PICK UP A PACKAGE FOR ME TODAY?” she shouted over the loud vacuum.

You nodded and headed out the door.

You took the path to Viridian City that was clear and fenced off. The fencing made sure no wild pokemon got on the path while those without pokemon traveled. You were forced to take this route, though you longed to take the path full of pokemon sounds, tall grass, and the unknown.

After a while, you finally made your way into the city. It was much larger than your quaint hometown. You knew that this wasn’t even the biggest city in the region, but coming here always made you feel so small.

The PokeMart wasn’t too far into the city, and since you had been here a few times before, you knew exactly which way to go to get there the fastest. You made your way down the paths and walked into the store.

At no shock to yourself, your eyes noticed him again as you entered. Why is Rugbert always there?

He was there buying what looked to be items for his grandmother- an assortment of her favorite candies, crossword puzzles, and prescription bags. You waited in line behind him, hoping he didn’t notice you come in. As he waved his goodbye to the cashier, the cashier greeted you by name. He was sure to notice you now.

You smiled shyly at the cashier and gave her your information to pick up your mom’s package. She swiftly gathered the small package and handed it off to you, nodding to you as she assisted the next customer.

You walked towards the door only to see Mr. Rugbert Bluecheese, himself, waiting by the door for you. You kept walking and tried to avoid any interactions with him, you just wanted to go back home. He quickly grabbed the door before you could and held it open for you as you walked out.

You smiled at him, but didn’t say thank you. Wasn’t a smile enough? It should be enough for him, right? No, it wasn’t.

Ruggie frowned at you with his arms out, “No thank you, question mark?” He stood there, waiting for you to respond.

You chuffed at his question and glared at him standing in his stupid pose. “Sorry, Rugbert,” you said sarcastically. “Didn’t see you there.”

He put his arms down and chuckled at your response. He seemed pleased this time, maybe he was coming around to your jokes. Or maybe, he felt bad for you and your poor sense of humor.

“Did your grandma send you here? My mom wanted me to tell her she needs her recipe for tater tot casserole when she has a chance to write it down,” you said to him.

Before Ruggie could give you an answer, you both heard a lot of bustling behind you. You both turned to see the back half of a Nidoran run into the tall grass. Ruggie immediately looked at you with large eyes. You knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“No, RUGBERT- DON’T,” you said strictly.

He gave you his signature mischievous grin, raised his eyebrows, and said, “I am going to get a pokemon today, whether you like it or not.”

“Ruggie, the professor said-”

“FORGET THE PROFESSOR?!” he shouted. “Why should I have to wait for him, maybe I can get the little guy to like me. I will be a good trainer, I know it- I just need a pokemon.”

You listened to his words, and for once, he made sense to you. You, too, wanted to start your trainer journey. All you needed was a pokemon, maybe this was your chance to get one. You figured you would get the pokemon to like you more anyway, so why not rub it in his face now.

You watched as Ruggie ran into the tall grass after the Nidoran. You could hear your mother’s words. Don’t rush in and choose a pokemon… And that is exactly what you were about to do. Sometimes being spontaneous has its advantages.

You tucked your mom’s package into your shoulder bag and made your way into the grass, following behind Ruggie. You could hear a lot of commotion in front of Ruggie as you both kept walking through the tall grass. A small clearing showed two small Nidorans being swarmed by a group of Spearows.

Ruggie looked at you like a puppy who just saw a large bone at a pet store. You knew exactly what he was saying from the way he looked at you. He wanted to help them, but he needed your assistance.

You began to think of a plan in your head, and as the words started to leave your mouth- so did Ruggie from the tall grass. He was heading into the clearing, straight to the Nidorans in need of saving.

“RUGGIE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” you yelled at him.

Ruggie must’ve not heard you, or he just flat out ignored you because he didn’t turn around. You watched as he swatted at the Spearows, trying to get closer to the Nidorans. You noticed one was laying over top of the other, as if it was already attempting to shield it from the Spearows.

Ruggie finally got to the Nidorans, while you stood in shock trying to figure out what more you could do to help. The only thing you had were a few berries, a map, and your mom’s package in your shoulder bag.

You watched, your jaw dropping in the process, as Ruggie got down and shielded both Nidorans from the group of Spearows- taking all the physical attacks for them.

You fumbled in your bag, looked on the ground- searching for anything you could that might be of use. The lightbulb in your head went off- what is in your mom’s package? Maybe what she ordered could be useful??

You rushed to open your mom’s package, almost dropping it as you got it out of the bag. Once opened, you unwrapped the package and screamed at the top of your lungs, “YES!!!” It was a bottle of repellent.

You immediately used the repellent and threw it at the group of Spearows, watching them stop their attacks on Ruggie and disperse into the sky. You ran to Ruggie’s side, grabbed his arm, and said, “Come on, we have to hurry!”

You both scooped up the Nidorans and ran out of the tall grass back into the city.

Once out of the grass, you both were out of breath and tried your best to catch it. You quickly looked over the two Nidorans. Ruggie’s seemed to be fine, even though it was the one who was acting as a shield. Yours, on the other hand, had a huge gash on its back leg that was bleeding.

You weren’t sure what to do, but looked up at Ruggie. He seemed determined and focused as you watched him rip his shirt sleeve off and use it to make a bandage over the bleeding wound.

“We have to get this one to a hospital quickly. The wound looks pretty deep,” he said.

You both ran through the streets, taking all the turns you needed until you finally reached your destination. You ran inside the hospital and explained the situation to Nurse Joy at the counter. She quickly and carefully took the Nidoran from your hands and rushed him to the back for treatment.

You turned around and found Ruggie sitting with the other Nidoran. It looked confused and seemed like it was on edge. Honestly though, can you blame the poor pokemon? After all that, you were pretty shaken up yourself.

You sat down beside Ruggie as you both waited for Nurse Joy to come back. You both tried to comfort the Nidoran in Ruggie’s arms, patting its head and giving it gentle pets and scratches.

After what seemed like forever, Nurse Joy finally came back out from the treatment area- holding the wounded Nidoran in hand. You breathed a sigh of relief, thank god it was okay.

Nurse Joy walked over to you happily. “This one is going to be alright! The wound will take a few days to heal fully, but until then there shouldn’t be any issues with your pokemon.”

“Nurse Joy, we found these two out in the wild. What do we do with them?” you asked.

“Dear, what do you mean what do you do with them?” she asked, confused.

“She means- do we just put them back out there or what? We can’t let that little guy out there alone while it’s not healed,” Ruggie said.

Nurse Joy giggled before responding. “Why, you keep them of course! It seems like they both are fond of you and seem to already feel at home in your arms if you ask me.”

You both sat there dumbfounded. You finally did it. You got your starter pokemon. Nurse Joy handed you the wounded Nidoran and walked back to her desk.

Ruggie laughed, “See, I told you I was getting a pokemon today whether you liked it or not. For saving me back there, I won’t ever mention how I got my pokemon before you actually got yours.”

You smiled, looking down at your new companion. You didn’t even care about what Ruggie just said. You were so happy having your own pokemon finally, no matter how you got it.

#ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #twisted wonderland #pokemon x twisted wonderland #ruggie pokemon au #this is actually fun to write

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