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hello! It's me again, the anon that requested a blogsy addicted reader! Wow, you write really fast. I just wanna say that you're amazing and hope great things come your way! While also taking breaks once in a while. So you won't get any writer's block.

I noticed that your asks are open again. 👉🏻👈🏻

And I apologize if you get requests about Pest so much, I just really love the beetle man. 🌹

But I would like to request a headcanon about pest and a player!reader that only visits the elevator every two weeks. So, the feelings are very very slow burn. I love slow burn stories istg, a plus if reader is also a mischievous lil' thief that steals miscellaneous stuffs of the people in the elevator.

That's all, and thank you very much for your hard work! 🌹

🪲 pest/player reader who’s also a thief

ahhhh hello welcome back!!! always good to see u again! i do tend to write pretty fast when i’m set on it and have the time lololol. thank you so much nonny, hope you enjoy :] p.s i may make this into a little series because i adore this concept and i’ve never written slow burn before teehee

pest isn’t too thrilled by your initial presence in the elevator. from one thief to another, you gave off quite the shady vibe, and he didn’t like that too much. the thought of competition in petty thievery irked him, but it’s not like they’d just walk right up to you and say that. no, they watch you with an (almost) blank stare whenever your guard is down, analyzing your characteristics from afar

but you left as soon as you came. pest wasn’t sure if they were happy about that or disappointed they couldn’t learn more. after all, that was a very short stay, having only been riding the elevator for a few floors. for a little while after that you didn’t leave his mind which formed very conflicting thoughts and predictions about you. normally pest didn’t care this much about anyone, but you were a special exception, given how similar your... ‘career paths’ were, and perhaps something else pest wasn’t coming to terms with yet.

right as pest finally kicked you out of his head, assuming you were just a one-time thing never to be seen again, you walked right into the elevator and stood directly next to him, holding eye contact as you did so. the feeling was mutual— you ALSO found him quite interesting, but you didn’t know much about them. because unlike pest, you didn’t watch people like a hawk. hm.

the only thing pest could think to do was scowl at you, prompting you to advert your gaze elsewhere. the last thing you wanted was trouble from a stranger who looks like they could kick your ass back into the stone age. pest didn’t mean to do that- it was on instinct really, but at least it allowed him some time to think. think about you, and how you work

he watches you steal things from various floors and bystander’s pockets. he’s anything but a snitch, he’s not going to rat you out anytime soon, but silently judges you for being less adept of a thief than he is. it really begins to boil down to how much better pest thinks they are than you, how they could even steal your own stolen property, which maybeeee they’ve thought about...

but that little trance they’re stuck in is quickly broken by the sound of your voice, “hey.” your tone didn’t appear to hold any underlying meaning so pest simply looked down at you with a neutral expression. “邪魔しないで,” was what you were met with, much to your dismay. it’s not even like you could infer what they were saying- you just couldn’t understand. it makes sense though as their sweater had Japanese lettering, to which you mentally facepalmed at for not noticing before.

pest had a tiny half-smirk at your confused look, one of your brows raised involuntarily. being able to speak a language to someone who doesn’t know a thing about it really made them feel more in control of the situation. expecting you to respond with a snarky comment or simply disengage like most would; pest begrudgingly watched you exit the elevator, only turning around to glance at him once. it made him feel a turmoil of emotions deep within his guts that cluttered his mind with thoughts, knowing he wasn’t going to see you again for a while. they needed more time. more time with you, to understand how you work, and that’s all. pest hated the feeling of being SO intrigued by someone yet being unable to obtain all the information they need.

next time, pest thought. next time, they’ll make sure you don’t step off that elevator without a little talk. it’s just waiting so long for that ‘next time’ that makes him so much more desperate.

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