Propmts From Reedsy.com

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what fics im planning on writing.

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48 With Kaito Momota!

Requested by Discord Friends!

48. "You went to prison, AGAIN. And escaped, AGAIN?" From this prompt list!

Kaito Momota x Gender-Neutral! Reader

You laid asleep on the couch, some dumb cartoon playing in the background quietly. You gently stirred at the feeling of the other side of the couch dipping.

Slowly, you opened your eyes allowing them to adjust to the darkness, before jolting upwards once realization hit you.

"Heeeeyyyyy, babe!" Kaito greeted, slightly nervous, as if this was 100% normal. An everday thing. Him coming back into the house, still wearing a prison jumpsuit, when he should be in jail.

"Kaito. . ." you started slowly, "why are you not in prison?" He started sweating lightly, glancing away nervously.

"I uhh. . . escaped to see you. . . again. . ." You sighed heavily, as much as you appreciate the thought, he shouldn't be here right noq. "Kaito, you're gonna get more years for escap--" you stopped abruptly. "Wait, AGAIN?"

He shrugged casually. "Yea, I went to prison a few years back for breaking and entering. I then escaped to visit Shuichi," he finally looked back at you, "I thought I told you before, my bad."

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"So, let me get this straight," you started before pausing to sigh again. "You got sent to prison, AGAIN. And then proceeded to escape, AGAIN? Just to see your friends?"

He nodded. He was thoughtful, but he was also an idiot. What were you going to do with him?

"Yea no. You're going back to prison, now." You pulled him up and pushing him towards the door.

"Wha-- but baaaabbbeeee!" he began pouting and whining, similar to a child. It was his fault for trying to set Kokichi's house on fire.

"You need to go back to prison," you pushed outside. "I'll visit you on every visitation day, alright?" He sighed.

"Alright, I love you, (Y/N)," he began walking down the sidewalk.

"I love you too, Kaito."

7 and 8 with The Host!

Request from Discord Friends

7. “But what if I hurt you?” 8. “Stop being sappy and kiss me already.”

The Host x Gender-Neutral! Reader From this list!

Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues already down each other’s throats. His hands were holding onto your hips as your arms were thrown around his neck. You two both were already topless and the air in the room was becoming steamy. You both pulled back for air.

“The Host is afraid. . .” He trailed off, seeming hesitant. You tilted your head in confusion. “Why? Is something wrong?” He breathed in shakily, “ The Host does know his strength, he knows how easy it would be to hurt (Y/N). . . However, The Host isn’t good at keeping his strength under control. He’s hurt people, accidentally in the past,” he pauses, “what if The Host hurts (Y/N)?” You stay silent for a minute, before chuckling lightly. Not at him, just at the idea that The Host, your partner for over a year now, would hurt you. Even if it was an accident. “Host. . . you know that would never happen. I trust you, and I know that you would never hurt me.” “The Host wishes to believe (Y/N), but he still can’t help but feel afraid for (Y/N) safety. The Host doesn’t say it alot but he really loves (Y/N) and can’t stand the thought of losing them.” That got to the blood rushing to your face, you glanced scoffing at his words. Even with your little act up, you were still smiling. Host was one the kindest people you’ve ever met, you don’t know what you would do without him. “Stop being sappy and kiss me already,” you ordered. 

And he complied.

a lil host doodle i did while changing my artstyle to something i feel more comfortable with < 3 no this isnt the stule either lmao

‪So um last summer I was in a psych ward and two rules kinda pissed me off. If we didn’t eat everything on our plate we’d be sent to therapy and our closets were always locked.‬ I hated talking and the food was fucking awful. So um anytime I needed in my closet, I would tap a nurse and whisper what I needed, example I needed shoes, I’d tap a nurse and whisper shoes. The nurses hated it so much that they began to pretend not to hear me and it sent me into severe panic attacks.