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someone remind me to write another Pest x reader cause the lack of any new fics is enough for me to write something again

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I HC that Ford would be really into tone tags once either Mabel or Dipper tells him about them. That's it that's the post.

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How The Tables Turned [Ford x reader oneshot]

Summary: This time, its Ford making you stop what you're going to make sure you get sleep.

Rating: SFW and very fluffy

Warnings: Aside from a slightly suggestive part, none!

AO3 version

A/N: Actually based on a period of time where I tried to learn how to use unity (before the whole drama of it happened). I refused to do ANYTHING but to work on my little project no matter how much I was starving for a few weeks straight. lol.

It’s basically routine at this point for you to drag Ford out of his lab to head for bed. Even if you remind him of the benefits on sleeping and how the lack of it will impact his work, you still needed to get him into bed, sometimes having some food ready for him to make sure he didn’t sleep on an empty stomach.

That’s how its USUALLY IS.

Lately, you’ve started your own personal project involving learning a game engine to play around with. It was mostly just a random idea one day, wanting to try your hand at making your own little “video game”. Nothing too fancy, just something fun to put together and to learn some new skills along the way. There was A LOT you needed to look into and learn to make this happen, however.

From learning a coding language, the game engine itself, a mix between finding free to use assets and even making your own when nothing suited your taste- you had a lot on your plate. It wasn’t all that bad really, considering how this whole thing turned into a full blown hyper fixation fairly soon after starting it. It was easy to let the hours fly by as you were split between watching tutorial videos, drawing and fixing any errors/bugs in any of the codes you wrote down. You were aware of when you needed to sleep, eat and do other things for your health, but something about working on this project made you refuse to move from your chair. And you weren’t the only one to noticed this.

After a decent amount of time being with you, Ford has grown used to the routine of you coming to his lab to check up on him. It got to the point where he purposely stayed late in the lab to get you to come in and “pester” him to take care of himself better. The feeling of knowing you cared and loved him so much to go out of your way to make sure he knew that was something he relished in. Of course, he did felt a little “silly” and “immature” doing this instead of straight up telling you, but there was no harm being done anyways, so it was fine.

So when you stopped checking on him after a few nights, he couldn’t help but to worry a bit. At first, he figured you were just a bit busy, possibly even out for the night, so he didn’t think too much of it. However, when walking into your computer room and seeing you up staring at your screen with an open notebook with various random things written on it, he couldn’t help to smile a bit as you reminded him of his university days. You were just working on something, nothing too bad.

But as time passed by, he soon realizes he only ever sees you in your computer room. You barely went out for anything, even for food. Ford didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but he was worried. Things escalated for him when he barely sees you in bed anymore.

It’s not like he didn’t talk to you as you were deep in your work. He would sometimes check in on you when things felt a little too quite after he started to noticed your absent in his lab. Ford was happy you were able to pursue something new and to take the time and effort to do it. He was aware of the little game you wanted to make for the sake of saying “I made this!”. When he had the free time, he’ll listen to you talk about the things you learned, some of the issues you faced and how you fixed them, etc etc. But he can only take so much before he had to really step in for your own sake.

The sky was dark out, and it was around 1am. You weren’t in bed yet. Again. Ford was really concerned for you now. Walking through the dim hallway, he opens up the door of your computer room. He can see you fully concentrated on your screen, looking over some codes you put together, as if you were trying to find any errors in the lines of text that was presented in front of you. It was obvious how dry your eyes were, how your body longed for rest, but the urge to keep going and to fix this one mistake kept you from wanting to sleep despite how much you felt the need to do so.

It was almost funny to him. A taste of his own medicine some would say. It reminds him of the many nights on how he too would refuse to stop for the night, always needing to do one more thing before he could let himself rest. How you would do your best to persuade him to let himself walk away from his work, to take care of himself to avoid any health complications, and to spend time with you in the comfort of your bed.

It made him feel guilty as well. The things you did for him and how much you loved him to always go out of your way to show it. Ford knew he was taking full advantage of that, and he wanted to repay it back.

You jumped a little in your seat when you felt his familiar six finger hand land on your shoulder, being so focused on the lines of text on your screen that you forgot where you were for a good bit. You look over at Ford as he stood beside your seat, giving him a weak smile.

“Oh hey! Do you need anything?” You asked before quickly looking back at the screen again.

“Love, when was the last time you ate?” Ford asked you in a gentle voice.

“Uh… I had breakfast?” You answered, only remembering you had some toast with a sunny side egg on top when you last ate. It didn’t seem like it mattered too much though.

“Its almost one am” Ford replied, a little stern this time. You quickly check the clock on your taskbar, feeling surprised from how much time had passed.

“Oh… oops” you spoke mostly to yourself, feeling a little silly for not checking the time more often. “I’ll probably head to bed soon”

“Not soon,” Ford points out, “you’re going to bed now.” His words made you look at him again, confusion viable on your face.

“Just let me do this one fix-” Ford says your name, stern voice again, causing you to stop your sentence.

“You are fully aware of the effects of not taking care of yourself” Ford spoke to you with a smirk on his face. You knew that he was referencing the many of times where you brought out the facts of how the lack of sleep and self care can affect your health and day to day life. It was the best way to convince him to come to bed and let you cuddle with him until you were both asleep. “You’re no different form me, sweetheart. Got to practice what they preach, as they say”

“Uh…. I’m built different?” You gave a half shrug and a low chuckle at your own joke. Obviously, this did nothing to change his mind. You knew he was right, and had nothing to say to argue back. Ford knew this too. “Fine… let me quickly save and shut off my computer…”

Ford watches you quickly save any progress before shutting off your computer, the light of the screen turning off and making the room dark as it was the only thing on. As you start to stand, your body fully conveyed how tired you really were. You were about to walk to the hallway door before Ford lets out a ‘let me’, and you were now being picked up bridle style in his arms. You let out a small gasp, often forgetting how much muscle the older man has as he often hides it away in his iconic turtleneck. The comfort of him holding you made the realization at your own exhaustion hit hard. You can feel yourself somewhat go limp as Ford carried you to your shared room.

Ford felt you quickly relax in his arms, feeling prideful as he carried you to your bed. Sitting you on the side and pulling the blanket back. He lays you on your pillow before fallowing suit into his usual spot on the bed beside you. Your eyes were shut as you let yourself sink into the soft mattress, the weight of the blanket being pulled over you giving a sense of security, along with how his arms wrapped around you to pull you close to his chest. You let out a sigh of relief as you feel him nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, getting a few shivers down your spine.

“Sorry…” You mumbled to him, feeling guilty now for making him go out of his way to get you to bed. You feel him chuckle into your skin, the smile forming on his face being easily felt on your skin.

“Nothing to be sorry about sweetheart,” his replied, voice audibly sounding more tired, “I should be the one to apologize, making you go through this almost every night. I see how doing this almost all the time can be a bit frustrating for you.”

“Not if its you,” You were quickly to reply, “I’m always happy to make sure you’re okay”. Ford felt his heart flutter at your words. You always did surprised him with how much you loved him despite how many times you pointed it out.

“The feeling is mutual,” Ford placed a kiss on your skin as he caressed one of his thumbs that rested on you, “lets get to sleep now, I’ll be sure to do something for you in the morning” Ford gave another kiss on your skin, and you can’t help but to feel excited for what he had planned.

Silence followed as you two let yourselves slowly fall asleep in each others comfort. Feeling his steady heartbeat on your back lulled you to your sleep.

Ford smiled when he realized you fell asleep before he did. It was no surprise, you needed it really bad. Without fail every night when he has you in his arms like this, he feels like the luckiest man in the multiverse. He didn’t deserve you, but it was almost as if this is the repayment he deserved after many years of suffering, a way of life saying sorry to him.

And he wouldn’t ask for anything else.

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Gonna write a one shot of Ford forcing reader to sleep instead of the usual other way around if people would be interested in that

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Some plans I have and am hoping I can commit to

I really want to get back into writing fics again and avoid the whole long hiatus periods of me unwilling to write anything at all.

I also want to work on planning out a slow burn gravity falls fic that I have been brewing up inside my head, and make some one shots along side as I work on that as well.

I also have some ideas for more regretervator fics as well (ideas I've had for quite some time but my lazy ass never started cause well, lazy)

Currently those are the two only fandoms I will write for rn

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dude i NEED to kiss pest. the way u draw him is sososo good he looks so scrumptious and adorable AHHHG

you can kiss him but you need to at least be smug about it first. another win for self shippers worldwide!

(<3's don't help! if you like something, you should reblog it!)

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Insistent Care (Pest x Reader)

A/N: something simple for now, I'll try to write some more interesting and longer fics of this guy in the soon future

Reader can be read as gn as it is not specified

Feedback is greatly welcomed and encouraged

Pest was someone you will tend to see walk into the elevator and reserve himself to a corner of it, staying away from anyone else who just so happens to be in there. You didn’t think much of him for the most part, other than thinking how cool those mandibles are…

Nothing much happened between thew two of you until one day he just so happened to pickpocket you and made note of it just as the doors of the elevator was about to close. You remember his smirk and showing what money he took as you try to catch the doors and prevent them from closing. Too bad someone dropped a banana peel on the ground, causing you to faceplant right into the ground.

Thanks to the combination of losing your cash and looking like a fool with a face full of pain, you tried to avoid Pest (and any future banana peels). Thankfully, for the next couple of trips on the elevator, you didn't spot the guy near or in the elevator.

The elevator stops at the subway station. Feeling the need to explore down the tracks for potential cash, you hop off the platform after something speeds by and walk down the dark tunnel with your light. You search one side of a platform found not too far away from the main one, making sure not to miss anything. You turn your focus to the other side, almost dropping your light as you spot Pest sitting on the ground against the wall. He sneers at you but doesn’t move.

“Hey… are you alright?” You mustered up some courage to say something, to which he ignores your question. Part of you wants to just leave and head back to the elevator, but you take a step closer to him anyways.

“Go away” He coldly demands. You feel your heart rate spike up but brave it out and get closer again. “Are you deaf?”

“Nope” You simply reply as you kneel somewhat close to him. You notice that he has a hand on the side of his torso and what you assume to be some blood bleeding out. It wasn’t a major loss but is still serious. “You’re hurt” You point out.

“Yeah, no shit” Pest mumbled, “none of your business anyways” You slightly frown at his words.

“Well, now it is” You laid your light to the side and open your bag to grab a first aid kit. Pest wordlessly watches as you before you turn to face him again, determined look on your face.

“I don’t need your help you know” He continues to speak in a somewhat angry tone.

“Well, is anyone else going to help you then?” You sternly asked.

“I can deal with this later” Pest spat back.

“And risk a bacterial infection? Are you stupid?” You bluntly say, making Pest be taken slightly aback from the minor insult. “Look, I know you’re smart and a loner type of guy, but if nothing happens to that wound now, there is a high chance that cut will get worse.”

There was a brief pause that felt forever. Pest thinking in his head what to do now and how to react to your insistence of providing medical aid. Before any conclusion is drawn, you’re already getting closer and gesturing to him to expose the wound site so you can deal with it.

It’s clear at this point nothing will convince you to change your mind. So instead of wasting more time and energy on something fruitless, Pest hesitantly allows you to see his injury better. As suspected, nothing too serious, and thankfully nothing like stitching or beyond is needed. However, it was still a decent cut and hasn’t started to scab yet due to the said size.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to lift your clothes up a bit so I can get better access” You ask as you prepare the disinfectant. He grumbles angerly at this, however. “It’s either you do it or I do it, take your pick” This seems to make him move the clothing out of the way.

There was a lot of hissing and cursing as you made sure to clean the cut on him. You make sure to reassure him the stinging was the medicine working. Once that is done, you put the right size band aid on there, putting a bit of medical tape on as well to ensure it stays on.

A quick job once it was all over and you were putting your things away. Pest sat there, shirt and sweater pulled down again, thinking about this whole ordeal. Nothing was said for the most part.

“I’m not going to ask how this happened, I have a feeling you don’t want to talk about it” You look around before standing back up again with your light “Try staying safe, okay?” You walk back where you came from, leaving Pest alone with his thoughts in the dark.

The next day comes around, and you wake up from your sleep in your room. There's some cash on the bedside table that you don’t remember being there. The amount was the same as what was stolen from you on the elevator.

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Intro Post

Hello all, my name is Angela but you can call me Killjam. She/Her female (24).

This is my personal fanfic blog and will post fics for various series here depending on what I'm into at the time. I'm gonna try to keep active to some degree, but I cannot make any promises.

I have a preference for female reader inserts and will mostly write fics with that preference.

Debating on doing requests but I feel like I change my main fandom too often to have a fandom list.