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Guest 1337 x reader!

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tagging pmo also all this is crossposted from Tumblr, I ain't adding a summary no one's gonna read LOL

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I HATE TAGGING I HATE TAGGING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WHAT COUNTS AS A CHARACTER IN THE FIC??? ARE MINOR MENTIONS COUNTED???? HI???????

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You had a normal life. Had.

You enjoyed your days in the real world. You had a job you liked, parents you loved, and a life with a nice work-life balance. The only thing you didn't have was a romantic partner, but you were still content with your life.

You were just a regular person.

So why did fate have to be so cruel to you?

Why did it decide to throw you, of all people, into a cruel loop of life and death? Why did you have to be ripped away from everything and everyone you once knew?

 

You weren't so different from the others, you soon found out.

 

When you saw the other survivors for the first time, you were too scared to talk to them. But after taking a few hits for Dusekkar and giving a medkit to Builderman, they slowly started to warm up to you.

Instead of seeing you as just another survivor, they saw you as an ally. A companion that could be trusted. A familiar face, another beacon of hope that they could get through another round.

 

Slowly but surely, you started to act more naturally around the other survivors. You laughed more at Shedletsky's crappy jokes. You let Elliot heal you with a pizza to the face while Jason was chasing you. Every face you saw was no longer that of a stranger, but a friend.

And once everything was said or done, win or lose, the survivors would respawn and return to the cabin they called home to rest until the Spectre, the very thing that threw you into this forsaken realm, grouped up everyone for yet another dance with death.

 

Over time, you got to know everyone better. Elliot, the pizza boy. 007n7, a retired hacker for good, now a dad wishing to reconnect with his son. Shedletsky, Dusekkar and Builderman, all with experience as Robloxia's governors. You could relate to Noob- a regular fella who got thrown in for seemingly no reason.

But there was no one you could connect to as much as Guest 1337.

The both of you were quite similar. Stripped away from everyone and everything the two of you loved and cared about.

He lost his family, his friends, everything. He lost everything. Cruelly torn away from everything like it was but cheap fabric.

You could almost see yourself in him.

 

The two of you bonded over that, even during rounds. You'd give some of your supplies to him and distract the killer when his health got low. Guest would block the killer's attacks for you and distract the killer long enough for you to find Elliot and heal up.

After rounds, the both of you would sit on the couch in the living room, chatting about your previous lives as the flames danced and crackled around the logs in the fireplace.

Eventually, the both of you slowly fell for each other. You were his everything, and he was yours. The both of you became each other's cornerstones...the only thing preventing any of you from going insane.

Guest confessed first while the both of you were in the middle of a round. It was adorable, because he was blushing furiously when he did. Instead of the tough, no-nonsense soldier you were so used to seeing, you saw a blushing mess, like a high school teenager confessing to their crush for the first time. Of course, you accepted his confession...and he was so ecstatic and touched, that he ended up kissing you right then and there.

It was as if the both of you had finally completed each other.

The both of you found one thing, something that was always out of reach.

Someone to love.

 

John Doe walked in on the both of you kissing, but instead of impaling the both of you with spikes, he paused at the doorway...as if he remembered something. But he seemed to shake it off and walk away without disturbing the moment.

At least he was nice about it.

 

Regardless, a relatively brutal round had just ended. Jason's relentless hunt killed the vast majority of the survivors, with you, Guest and Elliot remaining. Thankfully, Elliot was skilled at dodging Jason's machete swings...otherwise, the round might have lasted for a bit longer than anyone would've liked. Any of the survivors, at least.

Both you and Guest were exhausted. The two of you just wanted to rest and relax after a long day...and that was what brought you to this point.

 

You were curled up in Guest's arms, your face pressed up to his torso.

"Dearest, you're warm..."

The male looked down at you. He adored how you looked, wrapped up in the sheets with your cheek pressed up against him. You looked so peaceful in this state...

"And you look adorable, my love."

You let out a sleepy chuckle and wrapped your arms around him, pulling yourself closer to him. You loved him so much...and you never wanted this moment to end. You loved everything about him- from the battle scars that never really healed to his blue hair, usually neatly combed and styled, now all over the place because of how much you messed with it.

"...you're comfortable...I could fall asleep like this because of you, Guest..."

You felt one of his hands moving behind your head, his fingers tenderly carding through your hair and messing it up slightly. His free hand snaked down to your waist to rub small, soothing circles on your back.

"Holding you in my arms makes me feel complete, (Y/n). I never imagined I'd love someone as much as I love you now...but here we are. Just you and me after a long day..."

The combined sensations coupled with the low rumble of Guest's voice was too relaxing for you. You were already exhausted from the round, and being in your lover's arms only made you feel drowsy and tired. You needed to sleep.

"Guest...? I'm tired..."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. A kiss with so much love behind it.

"Sleep, my love. I'll be here to watch over you."

You would never get tired of his kisses. But you were tired now, that was for sure. You felt so safe and secure in his arms, like a protective shield from whatever this dimension had in store for you...

...but now was not the time to stress about the future. You got through the round, and now it was time to rest.

"Goodnight, Guest...I love you..."

You closed your eyes and began to drift off.

Just before you dozed off into the realm of nothingness, you managed to catch a soft, loving whisper right beside you.

"I love you too, (Y/n). Sleep well."