#rantaro imagines

[multiplefandomsblog]

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pairing(s); you and some random asshole, Rantaro x gn!reader

context; okay listen up, s/o moved on pretty quick from a break-up with help from rantaro and their ex got mad -> chose violence, and rantaro chose no

warning(s); another drabble because i fucking hate slumps, violence(punching), crunchy noses and teeth, cussing, reader is gender neutral, your ex is also gender neutral.

note; alright off to work on the saihara fic — oh and, i am definitely going to add to this/write a part 2 soon, i just needed to pump out some shit so i could, idk, find motivation

wc; 0.3k+

Rantaro stepped in front of you as he could feel danger incoming, immediately reacting by trying to defuse the situation before it could escalate. 

“Hey now, why don’t we all just calm down-” Rantaro bore a closed-eyed smile that did a surprisingly well job of concealing his rage at that moment.

“No, that’s it! S/o, you’re going to pay for this!”

Rantaro’s eyes shot open as soon as he felt the wind cut near you, and before he, and others could even realize what he had been doing, it had already been too late.

A sickly crunch rang out in the hall-way, followed by the clattering of a tooth being flung onto the ground nearby.

“Wow! Knock-out!” Kokichi mocked, his tone akin to a game host announcing the K.O. of the opposing player.

It probably should’ve been inappropriate for this situation, but gratefully, and thankfully, it had lightened the mood a little bit. Just a bit.

It definitely suited the situation they had found themselves in, anyway.

Though it still didn’t change the fact that Rantaro had probably broken his hand, as well as broken your ex’s fucking face— but even so, the former was definitely more of a concern; to you and anyone who knows how shitty the other prick was. 

“Holy shit!” Kaito could feel a strange sense of pride overwhelm him, “Damn, Amami! Nice one!” He sent a toothy-grin over to the very pained, but delighted man. 

Rantaro nervously laughed in return, stretching out his very sore hand before facing you, “You okay?” 

You could only nod in reply, brain still registering the fact that Rantaro had... Well, firstly, he had punched someone for you, secondly, that person was your ex, thirdly, he probably just risked his entire reputation for you.

That was settled, you were indebted to this man indefinitely. 

“... You can see the indent of Rantaro’s rings on the cheek of the face. That’s... quite impressive.” The detective hummed. Shuichi hunched over the unconscious body, golden eyes staring down at the sorry excuse of a man in pity, and slight wonder. 

Miu interrupted Saihara’s attempt at finding out exactly how many areas of their face had been affected. “Hah! You can’t even recognize the fucker’s face anymore!” Miu cackled, taking out her phone as she snapped a couple of close-up shots of your ex, grinning wickedly as she started tapping up the caption, “#epicfailz”

[luv-letter]

TAKE ME HOME.

rantaro x reader !

fluff — word count: 695

a boy with those icy cold rings on his long fingers gave warmth comfort.

Those mocking words were constantly on your mind; the same words announcing a peer’s corpse being discovered. Not only did the words crush your mentality, so did the scenes of the horrific causes of death of those whose turn was the victim. The pink blood drooling over the bodies and the floor, very similar to a lake of bloodshed made you muffle waterfalls staining your pillows.

One by one, the beginning number of 16 began declining and soon the number will be chewed out until the last remaining stand. It was anybody’s guess who would be the ones taking the stride to freedom and those who will never leave the school.

Although you couldn't fear the concept of death anymore when death roams everywhere near you; the morality in yourself lingered to never murder someone in an attempt to save yourself. It was foolish and rather than giving the grim reaper a head-start, you decided that the reaper should decide what to do with you.

However, this doesn’t change the fact that you couldn’t grief whenever you discover another being brutally murder from a person who possibly could be someone you know well.

An empty night struck and the whole campus fell in silence other than the quiet whimpers and sobs you let out at the darkness of your considered cellar. But, the boy who gave out small whispers of shushes to your whimpers and a hand on your back felt like the cellar bars were free to escape.

He gave a sense of hospitality and consolation in your room as his ears were the only pair to hear the cries of his sweetheart. How you sniffled and grasped at his striped shirt so tightly made his chest hurt at the touch and the sounds you make as you let out your emotions and vulnerability to him.

His arms only tighten around your form when you release a wail of his name along with words that he wishes he would never experience. For your sake, he couldn’t let that happen and for his sake as well, to be together with you until the end.

“Rantaro, please don’t die on me,” You wail and the tears streaming down your cheeks stained his clothes instead of your pillowcase this night.

Rantaro lifted his chin off the top of your head and looked at your melancholy facial features that were illuminated solely by the natural light of the moon shimmering down upon the two of you. The moon exposed your tears easily falling down your cheeks and your watery eyes looking up at him with a touch of drainage and anticipation.

A sad smile made it across his face before fading away to a sullen look. He brings his sleeve up softly on your eye, rubbing away your tears with the fabric of his sleeve before moving on to the next eye on the other sleeve. At the same moment of this, he gave out words with care.

“I don’t know the future, but I do know that while I’m here, I will give you the most unconditional love I can give to you as my last moments.” His voice coated in white sugar, felt sweet to you that the salty tears were no longer there. Candied kisses were caressing your face tenderly, from your cheeks to your forehead all around.

He lifts you off his lap which you hesitated to do, but his words still covered in honey made you reluctantly do what he said. Rantaro rested his head on the bed frame, and motioned with his arms wide open to lay on top of him.

You move up with him on the bed, covering your torsos with the blankets as he brings your head close to his chest, letting your ears meet his loud heartbeat.

“You hear my heartbeat, right? Hah, this heart you hear, is just for you.” He brushes your cheek with the back of his hand, the cold metal of his rings stroking as well.

“I love you.” He says and as the night continues to pass by, so did he drift off to sleep with you secured in his arms for tonight.

[skylights2000]

Fuyuhiko, Rantaro, Hajime, and Kazuichi React to S/O holding their hand:

Fuyuhiko:

If you look up ‘tsundere’ in a dictionary, you’d probably find a picture of Fuyuhiko.

He acts like a big bad yakuza, but when you two were alone, he was about as intimidating as a teddy bear.

You love holding Fuyuhiko’s hand. The first time you did it, you were just walking together down the street. You can wanted to hold his hand, so you you did.

You took his hand and laced your fingers through his.

“Wh-What the fuck’re you doin’?!”

“Holding your hand?”

“Why?!”

“Because I want to, dumbass. Why do you think?” You snorted, squeezing his hand.

Rantaro:

When you first held Rantaro’s hand, you were just watching a movie together. It was a really calm Tuesday night, and you were both on the verge of falling asleep.

You reached for his hand kind of out of nowhere, and he jumped at the sudden touch before realizing it was just you. He held your hand gently, giving you a lazy smile.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. You held his hand in both of yours. Your heart felt so warm, and when you dozed off, he kissed your head softly. “Goodnight (Y/n).”

Hajime:

The first time you held Hajime’s hand was on instinct.

You were walking home from school, and since it was the weekend now, the street was particularly busy with people pushing by to get out the school gates. Someone shoved you while another person rammed into Hajime. You caught his hand and pulled him until he was practically pressed against your side.

You kept a firm grip on his hand as you moved through the crowd, and once you were out of it, you sighed in relief.

You didn’t really want to let go of his hand, so you just didn’t. You walked quietly side by side until the noise of the campus finally faded away.

“U-Um, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Are, uh, are you gonna let go?”

You glanced at him curiously. “Do you want me to?”

“I-I didn’t, I mean I-“ He continued to stutter for several more seconds, progressively turning redder as he did, before he closed his mouth and ducked his head, keeping his eyes on the ground.

Thinking you’d made him uncomfortable, you went to let go of his hand, but he tightened his hold on your hand. He still didn’t look at you, but you didn’t mind.

You walked all the way home with Hajime’s hand in yours and the dorkiest grin on your face.

Kazuichi:

You love holding Kazuichi’s hand. Though he’s a bit shorter than you, his hands are still big enough to engulf yours.

His hands are warm, and he always complains that they’re calloused and gross, but you don’t care. You always tell him that it’s just a symbol of how hard he works, and you like that.

If you hold his hand after he’s been working, he’ll panic, saying there’s probably still grease on his hands.

If you don’t mind, you’ll just squeeze his hand and tell him it’s okay.

If you let go, he’ll understand, until you wrap your arm around his shoulders instead. Then, he’ll turn into a stuttering mess.

It’s cute, so you keep doing it, and eventually, he gets used to it.

But that doesn’t stop him from turning as pink as his hair.

[button-eyed-hcs]

I NEED RANTARO CUDDLING HEADCANONS! ALSO DON’T PUT AN APPLE IN THE MICROWAVE OR- ! I… I don’t feel so good… *fades away*

RANTARO

Loves cuddling

Def the big spoon

Lets you play with his hair

Also likes to play with yours

Will tell u stories of his adventures

Will hum you to sleep

Will kiss your head

Let's you play with his rings/fingers while sitting in his lap

Lets you fall asleep on him

[milkiijustwrites]

May I request rantaro,kokichi and shuichi with a g/n s/o that acts like a cat? (like purs, stretches etc) please and thank you! *hyper anon*

Cat s/o (=^･ｪ･^=)

A/N: hello lil' hyper anon!!! Of course! Here you go ^^

#headcanons

Characters: + Rantaro Amami + kokichi Ouma + Shuichi Saihara (the holy trinity)

Warnings: +couple relationship +they/them s/o + fluff +short

I can imagine Rantaro just smiling widely while watching s/o cling on to him like a cat. With his tenderly eyes-

He would probably even treat them like one too , like petting their head , cups their chin with both of his hands ... Of course s/o is going to enjoy that :/I'm not jealous

He also likes to take pictures of them while sleeping, why? Cause they let out soft purrs when they do!! It's adorable and Rantaro just needs to record it down

He loves to just cuddle and lets them tease him like what a cat would do, like one of those typical breeder, they would let their pet do anything and they won't get mad.

But please share some avocadoes with him , he'll cry if you don't

Surprisingly, he loves when s/o acts like a cat, cause he surprisingly (×2) loves cats, and surprisingly (×3) loves them too!

He couldn't handle the adorableness they made, BUT he would hide his screeching behind that 'nishishishi' , also saying that s/o needs to learn how act more cuter.

But who knows that deep down inside, kokichi had already been screeching out of adorableness

He would make them act more using a competition style, in that way he could enjoy s/o acting like a cat during the process

And he will always lie when it's his turn I mean, it's really hard to see him acting as one,he would for teasing, but for acting cute I'm sure he wouldn't .

Two cats together, what is this?

Shuichi would definetly faint out of adorableness whenever they act like a cat, he'll be either hiding his blushing face behind his handpalm- or grabbing a blanket and hide his face behind it

Shuichi is easily flustered so can't help

He'll also be affectionate everytime they did that idk why, he'll be placing their hair behind their ears and get flustered by his own actions.

You can see him holding their cheeks while the look on his face is - well, flustered and you can that he's trying to calm himself down by biting his lips.

Ah, now I want a cat Shuichi idk why but... I do

[hiyokoluvs]

RANTARO AMAMI ???! LAYOUTS ‹3

[16st-rose]

★ 最初からやり直します。 # 1C0N5 !

- l1k3 pl3453 *

[perfectly-cynical]

𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐌𝐢𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

﹅ You thought this would make all your problems go away.

﹅ You thought this would fix things.

﹅ But it only got worse.

﹅ Your mental health had decreased, and you didn’t know who to talk to about it.

﹅ The only person who listened was Hajime.

﹅ He would listen to you, and no matter how small and insignificant the problem was, he’d listen and offer genuine advice.

﹅ Why had you broken up with him?

﹅ Because he didn’t spend much time with you.

﹅ But now you realise, he spent the most time on you than anyone else.

﹅ Why did you think this would make things better?

﹅ The only thing making things better was him.

﹅ Him, who begged for you to stay.

﹅ Him, who looked just as tired and heartbroken as you.

﹅ You knew what you had to do.

﹅ You walk up to his house.

﹅ Hesitantly, you knock on the door.

﹅ He opens up, and for a second, you can see a glimmer of hope in his eyes, before he pushes it down.

﹅ “S/O, are you here for the stuff you forgot?”

﹅ He looked so tired, so broken, so hopeless.

﹅ It was your fault.

﹅ But you had to fix it.

﹅ You wrap your hands around his shaking form, and pull him towards you.

﹅ “I-I’m so sorry… Hajime…”

﹅ “S/O…?”

﹅ You pull him closer to you.

﹅ “It’s all my fault… I’m sorry.”

﹅ Hajime is speechless. He wraps his arms around you.

﹅ “S/O, dos this mean… we’re back together?”

﹅ “If you’ll take me back… I’m not expecting anything.”

﹅ He pulls you in the house and kisses you.

﹅ “Of course I’ll take you back… I…”

“I love you, always have, and always will.”

﹅ You can’t take it anymore.

﹅ The tears flow down your face, out of control.

﹅ He stays with you the whole time.

﹅ Just like before.

𝐌𝐢𝐮

﹅ After seeing her breakdown, you decided that you needed to find her.

﹅ You were doing alright without her, but seeing your girlfriend like that made you regret everything.

﹅ She was working on this for you…?

﹅ You rush to her house, and then banged on the door.

﹅ “Miu! Open up! Please!”

﹅ Your voice was so shaky, so broken.

﹅ Were you really fine?

﹅ The answer was no.

﹅ Miu opens the door, her face tear streaked. But then you hear a voice.

﹅ “Miu, who is it?”

﹅ Someone else was there? Who?

﹅ A robot makes its way over to the door.

﹅ “Ah, is this S/O?” He asks, looking over to you and giving you a smile.

﹅ Miu nods, and the robot takes your hand and leads you into the bedroom.

﹅ “It seems the two of you have something to talk about.” The robot says, his once happy face turning more serious.

﹅ You look over to him.

﹅ “I’m sorry, but I don’t really know y-“

﹅ The robot gasps, shocked. “I haven’t told you yet! How impolite! My name is K1-B0, but you can call me Keebo!”

﹅ He puts a hand up to his head, looking abashed.

﹅ “Miu made me come over here to try make her happier and understand what she could have done better in your relationship. I have come to a conclusion that the two of you needed to communicate more, but before I could formulate a plan, you arrived.”

﹅ You stare, shocked at Miu. She looks away, her baby blue eyes full of tears, and you noticed she had bags under her eyes.

﹅ “You two should really talk it out, so I’m gonna leave…” Keebo mutters, closing the door.

﹅ Miu sniffs, and turns her body away from you with a pout that resembled a little kid refusing to apologise.

﹅ You choose to start off. If not now, then when?

﹅ “Miu… I’m really sorry. I saw your show and I needed to come back because I realised that-“

﹅ Miu cuts you off with a whimper.

﹅ “N-no… It’s probably my fault. I shoulda been more open to y-ya.”

﹅ You stare at your girlfriend, shocked. “Miu, it’s alright. It’s not your fault. I-“

﹅ She starts hiccuping. Then a wail, full of sadness. She collapses on the bed, curled up into a little ball.

﹅ “I’m sorry S/O! I won’t ever ignore you ever again… a-and I’ll spend more time with you I p-promise…! So please d-don’t leave me…!”

﹅ You begin saying you won’t leave her, but she cuts you off again.

﹅ “N-no…! You hafta promise me…!”

﹅ You pull her closer to you. She was finally showing you how much you meant to her.

﹅ “I promise.”

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨

﹅ You sit alone at your house. Alone.

﹅ A peculiar emptiness sat inside of you, and no matter what, it wouldn’t go away.

﹅ When you told people you broke up with him, they weren’t surprised, even happy for you.

﹅ But happy was the opposite of what you were feeling.

﹅ Maybe you could have talked with him, and fixed it.

﹅ But now it was too late.

﹅ You did nothing for a whole month.

﹅ You just sat in your room, thinking about him.

﹅ About everything you had done together.

﹅ About how wrong you were.

﹅ He was trying to find his sisters, and you were begging for attention like a lost puppy, and when he didn’t give it to you, you ended it all.

﹅ You were in the wrong.

﹅ But that’s what he thought too.

﹅ You see, as soon as you broke up with him, he made a promise to himself.

﹅ The same promise he made about his sisters.

﹅ He would find you, and he would never loose you again.

﹅ But it was easier this time, because he knew where you were.

﹅ He booked a plane trip to where you lived, and rushed over to your house.

﹅ You carefully opened the door, shocked to find him there.

﹅ But he was there, hugging you, promising he wouldn’t leave, apologising, and then repeating.

﹅ You stand there in shock before you burst into tears.

﹅ He comforts you with a hug of his own, and you see him shed a few tears himself.

﹅ You will never leave him, and he’ll never leave you. Not after today.