#lawl

[battiegutz]

redraw an image a friend sent .hjelp

[triptrippy]

mari marci 😘

[poyell]

Eyes I drew during class

[tantaliart]

found myself redrawing old lolix fanart from when people thought he was white or didn’t care. felt this strong and curious urge.

[chocoboyjames]

[yukaii]

im back in the freaking building

[twistiraki]

🎀Flufftober Day 5 – Borrowed Clothes🎀

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TᗯIᔕTEᗪ ᗯOᑎᗪEᖇᒪᗩᑎᗪ

Characters RuggiexReader

Warnings None

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You hadn’t planned on staying this late.

What started as “just a quick visit” to drop off some snacks for Ruggie had somehow turned into helping him with chores, getting caught in a drizzle on the way back, and ending up in his room at Savanaclaw, hair damp and fingers cold.

Now you were sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, shivering slightly as you wrung out the ends of your sleeve.

“Yeesh,” Ruggie said, pulling open his drawer. “You look like a wet puppy. Hold on.”

You gave him an exaggerated glare. “Wow. So charming.”

“Hey, I didn’t invite the rain,” he said, rifling through his drawers. “But I can offer you somethin’ better than hypothermia.”

He turned around and tossed you a large, gray hoodie. You caught it midair, soft, oversized, and clearly not his usual size.

“This yours?”

“Leona’s,” he said with a smirk. “He’s not missin’ it, so I figured it should go to a better home.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You stole from your dorm leader?”

“‘Borrowed permanently,’” Ruggie corrected. “There’s a difference.”

You rolled your eyes, slipping it on. The fabric was warm from his hands and smelled faintly like spice and sand. “It’s huge on me.”

“Perfect,” he said easily. “You look cute in it.”

You blinked at that, warmth creeping up your neck, but before you could respond, he grinned wider and leaned against the wall. “’Course, I don’t just hand out hoodies for free. You owe me one.”

You sighed, already smiling. “You’re impossible.”

“Hey, hey! Rules are rules. Nothin’ in life’s free,” he said with mock wisdom, tail flicking lazily behind him. “I’ll think of what I want later.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’m not letting you hold that over my head.”

“Too late,” he teased, “contract’s already sealed.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You want payback? Fine.”

Before he could react, you lunged, tackling him right onto the bed.

“Whoa!” he yelped, laughing as he landed with you half sprawled across him, still dripping rainwater onto his shirt. “You’re gettin’ the mattress wet, y’know!”

“Good,” you said, grinning down at him. “Consider it interest!”

He started laughing harder, trying to squirm away, but you caught his face in your hands and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Then another. And another.

“Stop! Hey! "Quit it!!” he gasped between bursts of laughter, his hands trying to block you but failing miserably. “You’re…Shyeyeyeye !you’re so! wet! cut it out!”

“Not until we’re even!” you said, still laughing, dotting another kiss on his jaw.

Ruggie finally managed to roll over, catching your wrists and flipping you easily onto your back. He hovered above you, still laughing breathlessly, his grin wide and bright. “Okay, okay! You win, sheesh!”

You looked up at him, smiling through your own laughter. “Say it. You take it back.”

He leaned down just a little, still catching his breath. “Fine. You don’t owe me anymore.”

“Good.”

He hesitated, eyes glinting as the smile softened into something gentler. “But… if you did still owe me,” he murmured, “I might’ve asked for that again.”

Your laughter faded into something quieter, warmer. The rain still pattered softly outside, and Ruggie’s hair was sticking up in every direction from where you’d tackled him. He looked happy, the real kind of happy that he rarely let anyone see.

He chuckled quietly, his thumb tracing a light circle against your wrist before he sat back, still smiling. “You’re trouble, y’know that?”

“Maybe,” you said, tugging the hoodie tighter around yourself. “But you like me anyway.”

“Can’t argue that,” he said softly.

He leaned over, brushing one last, soft kiss to your forehead before collapsing beside you with a tired laugh. The rain hummed against the window, the scent of the hoodie wrapping around you both.

And if his hand found yours a few minutes later, warm and steady, neither of you said a word about it.

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[1ncend1ary]

pregaming playing whistleblower again by drawing whistleblower