#ramuda

[discotenny]

thoughts on ramuda hugs? he loves hugging for so many reasons but it's always clear to you why... to keep up his persona in public or a sad hug or a sleepy i-wanna-go-home hug etc 🥹

This was a cute ass prompt anon i cry it’s a cute 😭😭😭

Vague plot spoilers if you think about it but not really.

Jmfkfjasjfmfds Ramuda and the subtle ways he lets you know his true feelings.

Of course he hugs you in public! Of course he hugs you in private! But to outsider onlookers they seem no different to the ones he gives others around him. After all, he acts the exact same way! He's always wrapping his arms around you with no reason, always nuzzling his face into your sleeve or neck, and he always does it with a smile!

Except it's not the same way- it's never the same way.

In his studio when you walk in. After a long day of strenuous work, stressing about new designs and sewing patterns, he totally forgot about you promising to visit! You’re greeted with a hug that lets you know how much he needed to see you. A light hearted laugh attempts to cover his sigh of long needed relief but you always seem to catch it.

In the train he hugs you from behind, head over your shoulder as he talks your ear off. A clingy boyfriend to Gentaro and Dice but the way his eyes look around your surroundings tells you what he’s really trying to do- keep you safe no matter what. If he sees any shady figures (or potential love rivals) he’ll squeeze you tighter with Gen and Dice none the wiser of his true meanings.

In the streets when he jumps on you in front of a crowd of fan girls. He’s trying his best to put on a show- being as lovey dovey as possible to drive away the crowd- smooching you on your cheeks and speaking words of love you know he’d find disgusting to say in private. It’s not fake- but it’s not him. It’s not how he’d like to say his love- but those words can be said once you two get into a more private setting.

In the back stage after a rap battle. He’s exhausted, mentally, physically, and emotionally. He’s tugging at your sleeves with a laugh- a plea for you to take him home and cuddle him to sleep when this is all over. He’s squeezing you like his life depends on it- high on adrenaline and the feeling of relief he made it out alive. A smile that tells you that he’s so happy he gets to see you one more day.

The mornings are where the hugs are most unique. He rolls on you unceremoniously, limbs tangling into yours until some coherent mess of comfort is formed. Ramuda finds himself on top of you, most of the time. But he prefers it, cause he loves the way your mouth moves ever so sightly as you stir in your sleep, the soft sounds that come on the line of slumber, and the flutter of your eyes that come with wake. The hug encapsulates all of the others- the relief, the comfort, the privacy, and the love.

It’s everything he thought he could never have. And that’s why mornings are his favorites <3

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Kinda short LOL. The line between these thought posts and drabbles is blurrring slowly and slowly

I love Ramu but I’m ngl everytime i find myself writing for him I always have the inkling to add some steam LOL. Held myself back this time 😤😤😤

[marskiiii]

ramu ramu ramudaaaaa 💫✨🌸🍭🍬🧸🎀🎊🎉✨💫

for @yuukiwarashi 🌸✨🎊🍬

[manias-wordcount]

hiya! i really love your writing and i was wondering if you could do something about ramuda amemura w/ a s/o that lacks self worth/is struggling with mental health issues? they would be a lot like him as well, except they put on a lot of different sides for diff people/groups of people, and their true self is still unknown to them cause of the self manipulation, but theyre a rather soft hearted, kind, and insecure person in general. theyve had a long a rocky past, from being verbally/physically abused by parents, to being excluded at school. theyre also quite good at bottling up their emotions as well, so maybe the scene would start in the middle of a silent panic attack? (although he can tell cause mutual trust and dating for a while) if you arent comfy w/ this, i completely understand (its just a silly rq to help me cope im sorry dndbdjdnd), so please dont pressure yourself! ty for your time and have an amazing day/night!

Just Breathe (Ramuda Amemura x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!!! 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸. 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹, 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮. 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

When you feel like you’re dying, you don’t like to be touched. 

  Even when you start to tremble. Even you feel find yourself silently slinking out of the room with your breaths running short and your eyes growing wide. Even as your heart beats and beats and  beats  against your chest as you look for a quiet place to hide away and exist. Even as your vision starts to blur with tears and you become dizzier and dizzier until the second you’re able to fall onto the ground. And  especially  when you start to grow scared. When you start to grow confused. When you start to  choke , you don’t like to be touched. You can’t be touched. You don’t  want  to be touched. You don’t want that to die. But you don’t want that to be the thing that kills you either.

  And yet…

  “Deep breath in…”

  …you still choose to let him in.

  “...deep breath out. And again. Here we go-”

  Most of the time, you could listen to Ramuda talk and hum and sing to you all day long. Oddly enough, this is one of those times. But as you sit on the hard pavement of a random back alleyway in Shibuya, tucked in between trashcans and forgotten pieces of junk, you find that no matter how hard you try, you just can’t focus. You just can’t  breathe . And you’re trying. You’re trying really, really, really,  really  hard to. You want to do what he says. You want to feel better. You don’t want to make him feel worried for you. But it’s  hard . It’s  hard,  and you hate it. You hate it, and you’re  scared . You’re scared, and you don’t want to  die.  

  It’s fear that boils up first in moments like these. Fear that hits you heavy and hits you hard as it overpowers all else in your mind overflowing so, so  much . Anger and Sadness fight to be tasted. Two strong flavors. Two strong emotions. They fight for who is next behind fear. They fight for who is more powerful. In the moment. For all time. But exhaustion? Exhaustion waits its turn. It has laid claim to the aftertaste. Soon it will lay claim to you. And right after? You know it won’t be death. You know it won’t be. 

  But it feels that way. 

  It feels like it’ll be something close to death. It feels like something worst than terror and nightmares itself. It feels that way so, so much right now. That you’re going to die in just a second. That you’re going to gasp on your last exhale. Choke on your inhale. Tears will be streaming down your face, but your body feels too warm, your heart beats too fast, and your body shakes too much, and you’ll  die.  Right here, and right now. With your hands in his. And his hands and yours. 

  You sob.

  “ Shh, shh…it’s okay,”  In an instant, Ramuda is shushing you. Your cries are quiet. You’ve learned to hide your tears well. You knew you would be punished if you did anything else. But that last cry cuts through the air like a knife. It pains you so. It squeezes at your throat with the stress. It squeezes at your heart with the fear. And then before you know it, it swallows up your everything in silence once more. To hide your emotions. To cover up your fears. And to do so much more. “We’ll get through this. We have each other. So breathe with me, okay?”

  You want to. You want to tell him that too. You want to tell him how you want nothing more but to breathe out the same air he fills his lungs with. You want to tell him how you want to follow his every order- his every direction- because you know much he cares for you. You want to.

  But a quiet sob mixed in between a deep inhale is all you can muster. A pitiful sound. Nothing short of a mere hiccup as your lips try to move. They try to make a sound. And when it doesn’t work out the first time, they try again. And again. And again. And again until all they can do is part in desperation to let out another cry. 

  Somehow your abusers of times past have claimed your tongue as their own. 

They’ve silenced you. They’ve silenced you and they’re not even here. They’ve silenced you and they haven’t paid for it yet. For your pain. For your suffering. For their sins. For their transgressions.

  You deserve better than this. You deserve more than this.  Words so easy to say. Words so hard to  mean . You can’t convince yourself of that message. You can’t promise yourself that you weren’t meant to be hurt. But that’s the thing. You don’t want to hurt. You don’t want to die. You don’t want this to be the end. You don’t want to choke. You don’t want to cry. You want to breathe. You want to smile. You want peace, not suffering. You want laughter, not anger. Your happiness, not sadness. But most of all?

  “Another deep breath in. We’ll be okay. I promise we’ll be okay.” 

  You hold your hands in his. He holds your hands in yours. You want him instead. 

  “I’ll do my best to protect you, I swear. So just breathe with me, alright?”

  You want him instead.

   It takes a couple of seconds, but you manage to nod your head, and you can almost  feel  the encouraging smile he offers you in exchange. Somewhere in the blurry mess of your vision, you’re able to see one of the only people to ever matter in your life. He speaks to you gently in this moment. He teaches you how to breathe in the same voice he sings to you in. You still feel like you’re dying. But the feeling is starting to ebb and flow with each word he says. With each breath he takes. Sometimes it’s there. Sometimes it’s not. Sometimes you’re afraid. Sometimes you’re not. Sometimes you’re happy. Sometimes angry. Sometimes you’re sad. Sometimes you’re a whole lot of things.

  But for now, you’re doing your best to breathe while Ramuda is doing his best to talk you down from the same bridge to hell that you’ve found him traversing on as often as you do. You’re still a lot of things right now. He’s still a lot of things too. But for now, you'll hold your hands in his. And he’ll hold your hands in yours. You have a long way to go to escape all of your pain. A long, long, long way. But if heaven is a place on earth for the two of you to witness?  Well…

  “Just breathe.”

  …you hope he sings you a song as the two of you drag each other along. 

  You hope more than anything. 

[azarashi99]

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[chrys0cy0n]

please don’t tap on the candy it scares the Ramuda

[savrr]

rams!!!

[lylaq]

My turn for this 👹👹👹

[takumipineapplexd]

Recently went back to Hynosis Microphone 🫡 I decided to recreate an edit I did around 2019!

[pdxxi]

a friend and i did that 2 artist 1 color palette thing :DD and i drew ramudaaa (i dont really know if i should post their work too but here's what i made!!)

[partyofwords]

making out with ramuda pls pls (feel free to ignore if you want)

Summary: Ramuda is working hard and you're feeling lonely. He needs to take a break with you.

Pairing: Amemura Ramuda X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 818

Warning: Making out

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you love it as much as I do!

Ramuda had to taste like candy. You were sure of it. Every time you saw him, he was eating some kind of candy, so you were certain if you kissed him, he would taste exactly like sugary candy. Of course, you never told him of your suspicions. But you were determined to figure it out, some way, somehow.

Currently, you were sitting across the room from him in his studio. He was hunched over his drawing board, trying to come up with the next piece in his collection. He always looked so handsome when he was seriously designing like this. You couldn't help but feel attracted to him. And that is exactly why you wanted to put your hypothesis to the experimental test.

"Ramuda?"

He hummed in response, his eyes still stuck on the page before him as he sketched more.

"Can you take a five minute break? Please?"

This time he looked at you, his neon pink bangs brushing over his furrowed brows. "A break? Why? Am I boring you? That's a very mean thing for you to say!"

You shook your head. "Not exactly. If anything, I'm trying to look out for you. I mean that hunched position you're in cannot be comfortable!"

He chuckled and stretched. "I suppose you're right. I guess I can take a little break."

Smiling, you beckoned for him to join you on the couch you were sitting on. Ramuda happily skipped over and threw his arms around you, cuddling close to your side. You giggled and pressed your cheek to the top of his head.

"This is nice. You're warm." He told you, glancing up at you with sparkling eyes.

"Thank you." You nod before biting your lip. How does one go about asking someone they weren't dating that you wanted to kiss them just so you could see if they really did taste like candy?

He noticed your hesitation and frowned. "What's wrong? You have frown lines and a pretty face like yours should not be marred with lines."

You ease your face into a neutral expression before shrugging. "I have a favor to ask of you but I'm afraid you're going to think I'm crazy for asking it."

Ramuda shook his head frantically, sitting up straight. "We're all crazy, sweets. I don't think any favor you ask of me could be so wild that I would judge you for it."

"Can I kiss you?"

You were afraid he'd laugh right in your face, especially since a smile quickly overcame. However, he adjusted how he was sitting on the couch and put his hands on your face. 

"Yep, definitely not crazy."

And with that, he pressed his lips to yours. It was a sweet little peck, but it wasn't enough to tell if he tasted like candy. As he pulled away, you frowned and chased his lips. It was your turn to take control of the kiss. As you deepened it, he let out a squeak of surprise against your lips. You simply smiled. It wasn't often someone caught the great Ramuda Amemura off-guard, and you were glad you could.

But you were more pleased with the kiss. Yep, he definitely tasted like candy. It was sweet and sticky, like tootsie pop. He tasted like fruit and chocolate all at once. The more you kissed, the more you could feel yourself slip into a sugar rush. What started as something sweet and slow, turned frenzied and eager. You were hungry for the candy on his lips. And he was more than happy to oblige.

You didn't realize it at the moment, but Ramuda had gently pulled you on top of him as he laid down on the couch. His hands tangled themselves in your hair, while yours held yourself up on either side of his face. Every so often, his eyes would open to see yours still tightly closed as you kissed and he would smile before letting them slip close once more.

It was your turn to be caught off-guard when you felt his mouth open and his tongue coaxed itself into yours. You didn't stop him and he didn't stop you. If anything, you were even more excited because he tasted even more like candy. It was intoxicating and you couldn't get enough. You just wanted more and more and more...

Of course, your back was telling you otherwise as it began to ache from the hunched over position you were in to make out with him. You had to pull away. You were breathless and your lips were sore, but you knew at that moment that you were addicted. You would kiss him again, though you weren't sure when. And by the look in Ramuda's eye, you knew he would kiss you again too.

"Well." He breathed, a cocky grin on his bruised and wet lips. "I think that was more than a five minute break."

[discotenny]

Oh no guys I’m obsessed with Ramuda again

Using the idea that ramuda doesn’t need to eat he just does it for enjoyment lolol. Also Ramuda basement Dice FIGHT ME !!!

Food oriented if you need the warning

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Ramuda, leader of famous rap group Fling Posse.

Ramuda, popular fashion designer in the eclectic city of Shibuya.

Ramuda, notorious flirt who’s charisma never fails to gather a crowd.

Ramuda, currently struggling in your kitchen trying to make you breakfast in bed.

Truthfully, he’s never seen a fridge as full as yours. Despite having an entirely other person living in his studio, Ramuda and Dice tended to order in more than not (and that is when Ramuda decides he wants to eat). His fridge consisted of leftover take out, easy to microwave meals, and expensive pastries he splurged on when he felt like it.

Your fridge actually looked like it could sustain a human. And of course it did, you weren’t like Ramuda. You didn’t have the money to order out on a whim, you actually needed to eat in order to survive, and you actually had a home that felt like a home.

Ramuda couldn’t relate to any of that, at least not yet.

Nowadays, he’s slept over and your place more often than not. He’s found a place into your routine. Where’d you’d try and make something quick in the morning before you went off to work- where you went grocery shopping every Saturday even if you didn’t have an exact list to follow.

It’s Saturday morning and Ramuda wants to be a good partner- so he’s making you breakfast- if only to prove himself as a permanent part of your routine.

But GOODNESS he’s never cooked a second in his life.

Why is the egg splattering on the oiled pan? Is it supposed to? There’s smoke rising but there’s no flame.

Are you supposed to add oil to bacon? Why did the bacon also splash? Why does everything splash?! And WOW oil hurts and Ramuda knows he’s going to have to change.

Where do you keep your juice? He’s seen you drink a glass every morning. Wait… is that a juicer on your counter? Don’t tell him you make juice every morning too.

Your rice cooker is easy, it’s just like Gentaro taught him- from the trick of water to his second knuckle and washing the rice at least three times to ensure it’s clean. It’s probably the only relieving part about the process.

You wake up alone in your bed, stumbling through your apartment to hear the noises in your kitchen. You grab an umbrella from the hallway, holding it in such a way that you’re prepared to attack any possibly intruder.

You’re a little delirious from sleep- so when you see your lovely lovely boyfriend- absolutely freaking out over a pan of burnt bacon- holding a cutting board to his face as he flips a sunny side up egg- all to the tune of your rice cooker’s melody-

You can hardly believe it.

“Ramu-?” You mumble, letting go of the umbrella. He runs into your arms in a fearful cry.

“How do you do this every morning…” He buries his head into your neck. “I can’t… how am I gonna fit into your life?”

“Oh Ramu,” you coo, holding him with a smile as you try and reassure his fears. “Thank you, you know you don’t have to do this.”

“I don’t know how to cook an egg…” He’s pouty, and goodness he’s adorable.

“Yeah, I can see,” you muse, “Here, let’s clean up and I can show you how~”

“Okay-“ he’s cut off by a tearful sniff he can’t contain, “-sweetie.”

“And this time, let’s not burn down my apartment.”

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RAMUDAAAAAAAAAA

[marskiiii]

oops i dropped my ramuda into my genshin

[lightlylaso]

Almost forgot to post JAJAJAJJA, HERE IS TE SECOND PART OF THE HYPMIC X CHARISMA HOUSE COLLAB

[azarashi99]

hi

[t0w0bey]

Ramuda!!!

[savrr]