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Be strong, Always be strong.
THIS IS PURELY SFW
Mod is a young adult!!
Mod goes by He/they!
Basic DNI! Adults 30+ DNI and minors under 13 dni!!
hes a even 50/50 switch!!
He was a father so ofc he has that gentle side but also a brutal side depending on what you want.
if you deserve punishment tickles then you'll get them. (If cozy with it)
If you want gentle tickles you'll get them
He deeply cares about the people around him and wants to keep moral up! :3
More will be added, mod is lazy
FINALLY THEY ARE ANSWERING YAYAYY
HELLO MA FIREND!!!! can i ask for a Lee chance please 🥺
HAIIII!!! OFC HERE IS 😋🙌
MORE LEE- GUEST 1337! MOREEEE!
He's too cute when he's tickled...
I AGREE BUT YKNOW WHATS BETTER??
TICKLE FIGHTTTT
side note i HATE elliot’s fuckass hat he looks stupid in it he should burn it so i dont have to try and draw it from a side view ever again
don’t tag this as ship pls I don’t see them as a couple 😭 more so family dynamic
Hiii! May I request some lee!Guest 1337 head-canons?
hihihi!! ty for the ask, I have some Guest1337 headcanons right here!!
there’s both lee and ler headcanons cause i usually smush them together LOL it’s just easier for me to keep up with it
and now I shall disappear to continue working on little fics
…how the fuck do I write lee jason again
Your elliot headcannons are so adorbs… now onto the question, can i have some Guest1337 headcannons? I love that miserable blue haired soldier to death he deserves giggles
guest…,, I love his character yet I HATE playing as him cause I get baited so freaking easy (m4 btw </3 this is why I play Noob my goat)
but his lore in Forsaken is so sad,,, free my man, he did nothin’ wrong,,, also he fine shyt lowkey… MY BAD he’s awesome ٩( ᐛ )و
anyways
HEADCANONS!
for the GUEST we all know and love!!!!
GUEST 1337 HEADCANONS
GENERAL
- Very protective of all of the survivors, especially the ones younger than him. He sees innocent souls, not what they may have done in the past.
- Talks with Chance the most. He really enjoys their company and behind the ‘silly gambler’ facade they put up, they’re actually really wise and has valuable life lessons. (If only they’d listen to themselves…)
-He’s a jack of all trades and knows how to survive a TON of things but is actually INSANELY terrible at cooking. He always wanted to learn but didn’t have the time before he got forsakened. He usually takes cooking lessons with Elliot and baking lessons with 007n7.
- Still makes it a habit to train his body like he did in the military. He gets up at five am every morning and is usually the first one into bed at eight pm sharp. He’s very attentive to schedules.
- Switch.
LER
- Oh boy. You make this one mad or try to tickle him without expecting revenge? …you’re gonna be in for it.
- Tickling will always be a big thing with Guest, mainly because he’s a family man and his wife and daughter were too adorable not to tickle. Of course, when he gets forsakened, he has to push that aside to keep his friends alive, and it’s always a good memory for him. But between the rounds? Fair game.
- He is a giant teaser. “The tickle monster is going to get you…~!” while giggling and watching his lee either freeze or run off. Another common thing he’ll say is “look at that smile, you must be LOVING this, huh? Tickle tickle tickle…~!”
- He can be gentle, but that’s saved for the more timid and shy survivors, or survivors having a bad day. Otherwise, you’re definitely gonna need to hope and pray you don’t get spotted while he’s in a mood for revenge cause if you do… you will be tickled to TEARS.
- He has really calloused and rough hands, and depending on the survivor’s sensitivity, it can drastically change their reactions.
- Guest will do reward and punishment tickles. For example, he’s tickled Two Time for backstabbing the killer and saving Elliot one time which they heavily enjoyed - and they’re not ashamed to admit it either. Another time, 7n7 accidentally ran in front of a pizza that was meant for him and ended up getting him killed. When 7n7 returned to the lobby, it wasn’t long before screams and laughter ensued in the cabin. No one said anything out of fear.
- The second scariest tickler of all, next to 1x.
- Bites and nibbles. It drives the lee NUTS. And it doesn’t help that his stubble also tickles like hell. “What’s wrong, does my beard tickle too? Gosh, you’re just sensitive all over, hm?” Raspberries are also something he does. He’s not ashamed or unwilling to use them to get a lee to have a good time.
- Aftercare with him is like having a second dad. He’ll hug you and run his hands through his lee’s hair, give them kisses (platonic or romantic), and he’ll tell them how proud he is of them making it this far. “Be strong, always be strong,” he tells them.
LEE
- You really wouldn’t think it, but this military man is actually ticklish.
- Back before he was in forsaken purgatory, Daisy and Guest used to have tickle fights all the time. Of course, Guest would win most of the time due to his strength but there were times that Daisy got the upper hand. Matt and Molly also used to tickle him, whether it was just playful or to snap him out of a bed mood. When he gets to forsaken, it doesn’t happen very often but he does get tickled by Chance, Elliot, Noob, and 007n7.
- He doesn’t get into ‘lee’ moods but he does enjoy being tickled mainly because it reminds him of home. He wouldn’t admit this, though, because he knows the others would tease him for it.
- He’s most ticklish on the back of his neck, his ears, his ENTIRE torso (his ribs/stomach/sides), his armpits (death spot) and his feet. Everything else can get a quick giggle out of him but nothing major.
- His laugh is kind of what you expect out of a dad. Low, kind of rough and growly but very audible and boisterous. There are times when his laugh can get soft and tender but definitely NOT when being tickled. He has no control over his volume (so he’s been told), and if gone on for too long, his laugh can turn wheezy.
- Guest WILL fight back but he’s also really careful cause he knows his strength could potentially hurt someone. He usually tries to grab for ler’s wrists and push them off that way instead of getting too physical with them. He squirms pretty bad if you hit the right spots but don’t expect to get that far unless you’re asking for a death wish. /silly.
- Teasing only works on him if you get him where it counts. Unfortunately he’d never admit this but the most childish things get him the BEST. Silly little tickle games, doing the “itsy bitsy spider”, the piggies going to the market, he will LOSE it. It’s the easiest way to get him to SCREAM.
- He tries not to swear when being tickled but honestly, he can’t even help it. He’s normally not a sailor mouth (like half the other survivors) but he will swear like his life depends on it when put in a position like that.
- Unfortunately, you can’t sneak up on him. His time in the military made him super aware of his surroundings. The best way to get him is to just go for it. It’ll catch him so off-guard that he’ll have no idea how to react.
- Aftercare with him changes based on who he’s with. If it’s with Chance or Elliot, he will require a really, really long hug and some cuddles. He used to do it with his wife, and even now that they’re no longer together, he still enjoys that closeness but only with the two people he’s closest to. With everyone else, he’ll just accept a pat on the shoulder. He’s not a picky guy.
hello, I like your works so much!! You make awesome fanfics and despite the fact that I have to use a translator because I don’t speak English I can read your fanfics every day!
I have ask for you, can you write a fanfic about Lee!Jason and Ler!Guest1337 (or anyone who you want)?
I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes while I was writing. And by the way, have a nice day!
hi, i'm super glad you like my writing! it's good that it translates nicely.
anyways LEE!JASON FOR FRIDAY THE 13TH BABYYYY YEAA!!
also WHAT. never speak again /j (i laughed for a solid minute)
(this is a sfw tickle fic! if you don't like it don't read it)
"Maybe you've got something underneath that jacket.”
words: 2,984
ler!guest1337, lee!jason
summary: rip jason's machete ????-2025 you wont be missed
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The hum of various appliances and LED lights in the extensive horror hotel map droned on, as quick footsteps thumped against the floor. The tapping against kitchen tile, the slight creak on wooden floors, and the soft padding against brightly patterned carpet were just natural for any chase. Even more so for Jason, who was used to hunting people down to the last of their stamina, given the absence of ranged attacks in his arsenal.
His first target, Noob, hadn’t really gotten much of a head start as they were taken by surprise while doing a generator. As a result, the masked killer had made quick work of the poor survivalist. Just one more hit, and they were done for.
He was about to finish them off, lunging to swing through one of the doorways, when someone from the side of his vision quickly invaded his space. An armored hand reeled back, before throwing itself forward. Guest 1337 had caught him halfway through a machete swing with a powerful strike, effectively stunning the killer. Noob looked back slightly to give a desperate thankful look, before booking it away. Hopefully to get a medkit.
However, Guest’s hand hadn’t only collided with Jason’s head, but it also smashed against his machete on the way. Notable for a couple reasons, one being it was a complete accident, something that would be pretty hard to replicate on purpose. Two being that despite the death grip on the weapon, the action violently ripped the blade out of the killer’s hand, sending it flying straight into Jason’s face. The machete ended up ricocheting off the top of his plastic mask, flinging surprisingly far away from the two of them up into the air.
Unrealistically far.
Strangely.. Far?
… Is it going to come back down??
Even Guest paused for a moment to watch the weapon disappear over one of the tall rock walls while Jason was stunned. “What the hell..?” Certainly not the strangest thing that’s happened here, though. He quickly recovered as an active chainsaw was swung at him, to which he dodged and promptly ditched the scene.
It took a bit for Guest to lose chase, but a lot less than normal for some reason– Jason seemed much less confident without his main blade. However, when the killer left to go find a different victim, 1337 returned to stalk a bit behind. He did that on the norm, because it made it simpler to assist others when they started getting chased. Now though, the soldier was thinking a bit ahead. The chainsaw was all the mute killer had left as a weapon… aside from their hands, theoretically. But still, it would be a lot easier for the other survivors to, well… survive, if Jason was completely disarmed. And he was carrying the chainsaw on his back, so he could probably just… take it?
1337 wasn’t the type to act on impulse, but once he committed to something, he didn’t back out. So after constructing a rather simple plan, he crept up behind the killer and yanked at the weapon. Jason quickly swiveled around, swinging an empty hand on instinct. Without the blade in it though, Guest just caught it and finished the job of taking the chainsaw off, tossing it to the side before harshly shoving Jason forward.
The veteran didn’t pay attention to the way the killer stumbled back into a wall, slightly cowering for a second. Guest didn’t really know anything about chainsaws, but he figured if he stomped on the chain and landed a good kick on the entire handle area, it would do something. So he did, and… somehow, it actually worked? The chain came off around where he struck, rendering the weapon practically useless. If Guest had been given any more time, he might have considered how strange that was. But he only looked back at Jason to see what the next move was. The killer showed clear hesitation, before stepping forward and trying to attack with his bare hands. Guest swore he could see fear, even with the mask covering Jason’s entire face. Nonetheless, he struck back significantly harder, throwing Jason onto the floor.
The killer didn’t get up.
Were sentinels.. always this scary? Not having a weapon in his hand gave Jason a strange, unnerving sense of clarity, like Guest’s expression actually registered in his head. It was a determined, yet apprehensive look that made him feel uneasy. Something tugged at the back of his mind to get up and fight again, but every time the killer shifted on the floor, the sentinel tensed and his fists rose. It frightened him, enough so that he moved back, away from the sentinel.
Looking down upon the unusual sight, Guest was torn between running away again, and staying to reason. He didn’t even feel like he was looking at a killer anymore. Though, it could be a trick to get him to come closer. Maybe the killer had a spare blade somewhere in that coat. Then again, if he did get stabbed once or twice, he could probably take it.
He wasn’t even sure yet what the whole deal with the killers was, even less about Jason himself, but as far as he knew they were probably experiencing a similar situation. Most of them gave ‘free rounds’ every once in a while, or seemed awfully disconnected from reality for actively participating in murder. Like the killers weren’t willingly there half the time– with some exceptions, of course.
Being forced to kill people when you didn’t really want to was something Guest hadn’t quite come to experience himself, but he certainly wasn’t foreign to the idea, and couldn’t help but feel a little bad.
But his mind was mostly on helping the team. If he could convince Jason to stop completely, that would be the best for the survivors…
“H-hey. Just…” 1337 exhaled, taking a step closer. “Calm it, would you? You know, we… Don’t have to fight, since you don’t have a weapon. And I won’t punch you anymore, if you stop. I mean… wouldn’t a break be nice?”
Silence. It was expected, obviously. Although, Jason did look up at the soldier hearing the offer. Was that.. always a choice? The majority of his decisions during rounds– well, he thought they were his, but still– they were more about ‘go this way’ or ‘cut them off there’. But now he saw himself thinking a lot farther than he was used to. Clearer.
Just as the veteran was coming to terms with how hard a one-sided negotiation was going to be, Jason slightly nodded.
“.. Oh. Really?” The simplicity of the bargain caught Guest slightly off-guard. If only the people in his past had surrendered like that– or maybe even the other killers. But that was just plain unlikely– this probably only happened because he managed to disarm the other. Well, hopefully disarmed, anyway. He’d have to check.
“Okay then. You… are just going to stay here. And we’re going to wait out the timer.” Guest hesitated for another second, before fully approaching and going on one knee in front of the killer. “Hold still for a second.”
The masked killer moved back again at the sudden movement, ignoring the request.
“Hey, hey. Just need to frisk you real quick. Gotta make sure you’re not going to pull another blade on me while I’m not paying attention. Oh, and keep your hands up where I can see them?” Although Guest was a soldier, not a police officer, he wasn’t foolish enough to take easily avoidable risks. So he waited for Jason to do what he asked.
Again in the back of Jason’s head, something angrily yelled at him to not do it, to not listen to a ‘pathetic’ survivor's request. Something other than the normal encouraging voice that normally followed him around anytime he was in a round.
… But he complied with Guest anyway, and after that, the nagging disappeared. Like ‘it’ gave up, or something. Talk about pathetic.
1337 hummed in approval, before beginning to move his hands along the killer's jacket. He was quick to realize it was pretty thick, and by extension heavy. Even though he knew he wouldn’t receive a response, Guest still remarked his thoughts out loud.
“How you carry a chainsaw and a heavy jacket around while still managing to be so fast is beyond me.. It’s impressive, to say the least.”
Both the amount of pockets Jason had and the thickness of the jacket made it inconvenient to search the killer, especially since Guest hadn’t ever searched someone before. He ended up having to roughly double check a few of the outside pockets because he wasn't sure of his work, although that didn’t end up being the main problem. The entire process wouldn't have taken more than twenty seconds if Jason didn't shift away every five, bringing his hands to where Guest was searching and making the soldier flinch back.
The veteran’s hands were invasive, although not necessarily unwelcome. Jason wasn’t trying to interrupt him on purpose, but it just felt strange– familiar in a way, yet completely foreign to how he was used to being touched nowadays. Without the intent to hurt, but with enough roughness to earn something other than the knowledge his pockets were empty; he felt himself smile slightly underneath the plastic mask. And then immediately fought to remove it, wondering why it was there.
After giving a prolonged glare, 1337 moved the killer’s hands away to resume his search, completely unaware of what he had just caused. “.. Don’t really appreciate you spooking me like that. So if you could just. Not do that…”
Jason ended up repeating the same action only ten seconds later, but this time Guest didn't jolt away. Instead, he instinctively closed his fists like he would to prepare for a punch, significantly tightening his grip around Jason’s waist pockets.. and also his torso. Guest removed himself from Jason’s side right after, standing up and grunting out an annoyed response.
“acK- Can you no-” The soldier was going to complain again, but quieted right after looking at the killer. His eyebrows raised at the sight.
Jason had brought his knees closer to his chest, and held the area around where Guest had been frisking him. Confusedly rubbing at the spot.
Ah.
By then, he had finally figured Jason’s pockets were empty, but another question– well, more of a rhetorical excuse– had made itself clear. This was quite the opportunity, one even 1337 knew not to pass up. He wasn't really a boastful person, but the other sentinels would definitely be jealous if he pulled something like this off without getting stabbed. Well.. most of them, anyway.
Looking off to the side for a second, Guest briefly smiled before dropping the look and facing Jason once more. He kneeled back down, reaching out his arms and leaning over a bit. “... Move, I’m not done.” It was a lie, and despite requesting it, he didn’t wait for Jason to move his hands before running his own around the killer’s waist. And this time, he kneaded into his sides a lot more intentionally so it would still have the desired effect despite the jacket. “You know, this is taking a lot longer than it needs to, since you seem so insistent on squirming away from me.”
Only then did Jason finally recognize what that feeling was. However, he was a step behind, just a little too late to stop the soldier before he started.
The most of the noise in the killer’s response was the shifting sound of coarse fabric, because once he was aware the sentinel was no longer just searching him, he didn’t stop himself from writhing. While only evident from his shoulders, Jason was definitely laughing, and although practically silent, it occasionally caught in his mouth and turned into a quiet snicker. The sensation didn’t feel natural whatsoever, but somehow reminded him of something that was. Or used to be. At least this was different– better, than the last time he remembered being handled so roughly. Anyways, what was he even supposed to do? Fight back?
Jason tried. Emphasis on tried, because Guest just took one of his hands and pinned it to the ground.
The veteran couldn’t help but smile again, strategically squeezing around the other’s midriff with his free hand. Score. “I’m just searching your pockets. What, got something to hide?”
Jason shook his head as his other arm waved around. The ‘no’ gesture was to both discredit Guest’s claim and deny the question, but it didn’t really matter. One thing he had learned about the sentinels is that they were extremely stubborn, even in death.
“No? Hm.. not sure I believe that.” Guest thought for a second, searching for an excuse. “Oh! Maybe you've got something underneath the coat.” 1337 brought his hands back around to the killer’s front, dipping them into where Jason’s jacket was open and repeating the same kneading motion directly on his shirt, just a bit gentler. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that the only thing he was ‘searching for’ at this point was a reaction. Guest didn’t even consider that revenge was an option, but it honestly serves Jason right. Always using heavy attacks whenever he missed his block…
The masked killer froze up for a split second, before practically losing it. Not used to this, at all. He tilted his head back, but still no real noise came out. His breathing was a little more obvious though.
The sentinel chuckled, casually speaking as he unpredictably alternated between soft and rough prodding. “... Alright, let’s be ‘serious’. You are… a little ticklish, for a ruthless murderer.” He was interrupted as Jason unsuccessfully tried to throw him off. “And squirmy.” 1337 took Jason’s other hand, and without being able to use it to balance himself upright, the killer fell on his back. It made Guest let go, but the veteran just quietly sighed and adjusted forward a bit.
Jason’s chest heaved. “Hey, look at me.” Guest brought his hands near the killer’s stomach to catch Jason’s attention, who looked at his hands instead. He didn’t even try to push at the veteran, in ‘fear’ he would be pinned again. “Actually, that works even better.” 1337 suddenly poised his hands, making the other jump, and then did nothing.
“This is how I feel trying to predict your attacks, by the way.” Halfway through the sentence, the soldier resumed poking and scribbling somewhere around the killer’s lower stomach and hips. He wasn’t paying attention exactly where, his eyes too busy attempting to glimpse at Jason’s through the small eye holes in his mask.
Jason did not think it would get worse, to say the least. The survivor kept stopping at random intervals and faking him out, both annoying him and making him jump every time 1337 actually resumed. So the screeching and laughter he heard the other day in limbo wasn’t over exaggerated...
“Difficult, right?” To the sentinel’s surprise, Jason nodded on top of his wriggling. Guest’s smile widened– he was actually listening. This would be quite the story, and he was thankful it would be him telling it. Anyone else in the cabin wouldn’t have a chance to be believed for this type of thing.
But of course, good things don't typically last forever. 1337 was almost too focused on the moment to notice the glint of metal that suddenly appeared in his vision. He quickly withdrew his hands, and then moved back– the machete had reappeared, resting on the killer like a twisted invitation. Jason’s hand instinctively twitched, feeling the metal against him, and he sat up. Since Guest had stopped, he picked the weapon up even though his hands were a bit shaky.
And then he realized he didn’t actually want to do anything with it. His mind finally felt clear for once, and he didn’t feel like losing that, as temporary as it probably was. Unsure of what to do with the blade, he carefully turned it in his hand and handed it to the survivor on the handle side.
That was single-handedly the most surprising thing that had happened to Guest ever since he got put into this realm. But while he still had the chance, he quickly snatched the blade. Jason regretted it halfway through the motion, because he realized he just handed a weapon to someone he’d been stabbing in rounds for months. Nothing bad happened though, and he tilted his head curiously as 1337 turned and stood up, walking to an entryway to one of the more open spaces.
“Thanks.” Guest said simply, before chucking the weapon. Whatever caused the blade to spawn back would probably be a little mad about that one. “Sooo.” He did a 180, walking back. Jason had gotten up during that time, but didn’t run away. He crumbled slightly just looking at the sentinel. Still intimidating.
“Let’s wrap this up, yeah? We’ve got about… three minutes, I think.” Advancing quicker than the killer was ready for, the soldier quickly found where he’d left off. Although, he didn’t do any more squeezing, just soft, erratic little scribbles wherever he felt like. Each twist Jason did in attempts to get away made him feel just a little bit better about getting slashed at so many times.
After another minute or two, he stopped. “Not even sure if you understand how much this matters, by the way.”
And even through the aftermath, Jason most certainly did understand. Unfortunately.
. . .
It took a while to coax an answer out of Jason, but the two who noticed the strange nature of his return got it eventually. Neither made fun of him.
“Hah. Really hope they don’t attempt something like that on me. Would not end well.” Doe remarked, before jokingly nudging 1x.
Thousand-yard stare.
this is the last fic i have stockpiled so. if yall like my writing feel free to put suggestions on this post or send an ask :) otherwise I'll be getting back to making some drawings for my main
(this is a sfw tickle fic! if you don't like it don't read it)
“Maybe your memory is just failing you…"
words: 2,346
ler!guest1337, lee!elliot (relationship is ambiguous cuz i kinda fw pizzapnch (pls don't jump me)
summary: elliot doubts his usefulness, guest makes him list all of his contributions to the team.
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1337 was very admirable. Always running into danger for others, helping the team whenever possible. Taking hits, so others could get away. Things that Elliot could never do. He was so weak, compared to him. Three or so hits could take him from being perfectly fine to, well. Back in the cabin, let’s say. Guest? He could tank five or six before getting concerned . As much as Elliot did end up running beside danger just to toss a pizza, he felt it wasn’t anywhere near the courage Guest had. No matter how much people thanked him for a heal, he still felt cowardly every time he had to run from a scene. On top of that, sometimes he missed his throws. His aim was terrible , more often than not.
In the round they just went through, him missing his throw resulted in Guest dying. If he had just been a little more accurate, he would have survived. It was his fault, he should’ve-
“Yooo, Elliot. You gonna get up from the table, orr?” The avian swordsman waved a hand in front of Elliot, a reminder that yes, he did in fact still exist, and yes, he had zoned out at the table.
Again.
Elliot cleared his throat, standing up. “Oh- yeah.. Whoops.” The delivery boy rubbed the back of his head, adjusting his ponytail.
“Great round by the way. Super close that time, yeah?” Shedletsky suggested, snacking on a fried chicken leg.
“Yeah.. super close ..” Elliot winced, looking away.
Shed raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question it. “Well, it should’ve been the last one of the day. Rest up, yeah?” He punched Elliot’s shoulder lightly, before walking off.
Elliot had to apologize to 1337. Guilt gnawed at him like the poison 1x killed Guest with. Elliot was often the first one to die in many rounds– him and Noob. He’d seen how everyone acted when they rematerialized in the cabin- their reactions to dying ranging from overcoming, paralyzing fear, to just disgruntled. The war veteran, as Elliot had seen, would usually either stay in the main room to greet people as they died, or go outside. Given 1337 wasn’t anywhere to be seen inside, Elliot assumed the latter. Passing behind the other survivors which had already settled in various places, the visor-equipped support quietly went out the front door.
1337 was leaning on the porch railing, thankfully unoccupied. Elliot wouldn’t want to bother Guest. Not after all that…
“Ay, Ellie.” Guest had heard him come outside. “How are you? Did the rest of the round go well?”
He was so.. Casual. Well. As casual as a veteran can be, that is. What really confused Elliot is how every time 1337 died, he never seemed to be too bothered.
“Um. I’m alright.” Mediocre. “The round went.. Okay, after you, y’know. It was a little more difficult without you there.” I’m sorry.
“Hey.. doesn’t sound too bad!” Guest commented, smiling.
Elliot always felt a certain way every time he saw Guest’s smile. It inspired him, and made him wonder how someone could be so confident, yet so encouraging.
“Yeah, not too bad.” Elliot echoed, humming. He walked over to be beside the other.
There was silence for a few moments. Guest waited for Elliot to speak, assuming there was a reason he had come out here in the first place.
“... I’m sorry.” The pizza boy finally stated, putting his face in his hands as he also leaned against the railing.
Guest raised an eyebrow, turning his head towards Elliot. “For?”
“Getting you killed?” Elliot questions, also looking at the other.
“... Are you feeling alright, Elliot?”
“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about just to make me feel better.” Elliot stopped leaning on the railing, taking a few steps back to lean on the wall of the cabin. He crossed his arms.
“I missed my pizza throw, you didn’t get the heal, you died. It was my fault.”
There was more silence for a bit, until Guest sighed. “Ellie, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but you’re being absolutely ridiculous. You missing your pizza throw does not mean you got me killed. Think about all the times I’ve missed a punch, especially in saving you.”
“Well of course it’s okay if you miss. You already do so much! And I end up failing more often than not. It’s not the same.” Elliot frowns, looking down.
“Like- the round before the one we just did, you stunned John Doe EIGHT times. And you walked through all of the traps so we could escape! I can’t do any of that-” He takes off his visor, hastily carding a hand through his hair.
“That doesn’t change the amount of times you’ve saved my ass and everyone else’s-” The veteran argued, trying to stop Elliot’s very incorrect train of thought. It's called a 'train' for a reason, though.
“Or yesterday, when you stunned 1x right as she almost beheaded me with her projectiles.” I would have died.
“Ellie.”
“Or when you tanked that walk speed override for Builder when he was low-” I wish I could help like that.
“Elliot.”
“Like how do I even-”
“Elliot!”
The pizza boy in question froze, looking back at the soldier. He had to look up a little, for the height difference. It was a little scary for a second.
“How does praising my services come so easy to you, but you can’t take pride in your own!?” Guest hummed, discontentedly.
Elliot fidgeted with his hands, thinking he was just being scolded. Of course Guest was angry– he messed up again.
The other crossed his arms, expression softening. Fuck, he really didn’t intend to say that so harshly. Instant regret pooled, only increasing as he looked down at Elliot’s rather pitiful expression. Nonetheless, he had to continue. “That’s a question, Ell.”
“I- I don’t know. It’s just…” Elliot made unintelligible hand gestures, before they fell to his sides. “You’re very brave, Guest. I wish I had that quality.”
Guest’s mouth hung open slightly, before he responded. “Are you kidding ? You’re totally brave! What makes you think you’re not?” Elliot ran into the line of fire so often just to deliver a quick slice of pizza. What about that isn’t brave?
“I don’t feel like I am.” He admitted, quietly. He never did. Coward.
“Oh come on … You don’t have to feel brave to be brave, Elliot.”
Elliot was quiet for a moment, before he looked off to the side. His face reddened, slightly. Damn, no wonder Noob saw this guy as their idol. Clearly, ‘Be strong, always be strong’ wasn’t his only example of being well-spoken.
Without response, Guest continued. “Being brave is doing things even when you’re scared, and well. I can always tell from your expression how scared you are during the rounds, heh. But you support others anyway, even if just for a moment.”
“... Really?” Elliot asked, as if 1337 might take it back.
The veteran chuckled. “Yeah.”
Instantly through the silence, the air seemed a little less suffocating to Elliot, like the guilt wafted away. But the self doubt somehow still remained, lingering like a cloud around him.
Guest came up with… something. It was a little stupid, (and admittedly a little cruel), but it would prove his point no matter the outcome. Being ‘nice’ never seemed to work with this one, anyway. “... Elliot.”
“Hm?” Elliot looked back at him, tilting his head. “I want you to list everyone you healed today in each round.”
“... well, that’s not that many people.” Elliot put his visor back on his head, a little loosely.
1337 laughed, slightly. “If it’s not that many, I’m sure you’ll have no problem.”
“...” Elliot hesitated, knowing the soldier was right.
“Go on, then.”
Elliot complied, starting to list who he could remember. “Well uh. In the round we just played, I healed Chance…”
“Uh-huh.” Guest leaned back against the same wall, and put an arm around the other’s shoulder. Elliot suddenly found it a little hard to concentrate.
“Uhm.” He hesitated some more. “I think I also healed Dusekkar and n7.” After that, he didn’t say anything. There was a burning silence.
Guest chuckled, filling in the gap. “Elliot, I know you can remember farther than one round.”
Elliot wracked his brain. He really didn’t want to let Guest down here, it was a simple question.
Elliot’s inability to answer was kind of the point, though.
“Well… If you’re having such a hard time listing them, then you must be doing too much for the team to remember, huh?” Guest teased. Well, it was a half tease, half compliment. That was as mean as 1337 would get. Probably.
Elliot quickly denied the claim without even thinking about what it meant. “N-no, I can list everyone! Just… give me a minute.” He leaned forward, crossing his arms in thought.
“Take your time.” Taking advantage of Elliot’s back being no longer being pressed against the wall, the veteran carefully moved his hand down from the pizza deliverer’s shoulder, resting it at Elliot’s side. Elliot was too focused trying to answer the question that he didn’t think much of the hand placement, and only when Guest ‘accidentally’ squeezed, did he notice. Even then, Elliot assumed it was just that– an accident.
After a few repetitions of the same action, though, Elliot realized two things. One being that he could no longer focus, and two being 1337 was definitely doing that on purpose.
“Guehest, you realize I can’t answeher the question if you do that, rihight?” Elliot grabbed the soldiers hand, catching himself slipping as a wobbly smile messily painted itself across his face– replacing the old frown.
“Do what?” Guest spun his wrist, taking it out of Elliot’s grasp, before repeating what he was doing before at a quicker pace. “Maybe your memory is just failing you… Here, just start from the beginning of today. Who did you heal in the first round? Even I remember.”
Four rounds, in total. Elliot took a small step away from Guest as a half-assed attempt to get away, and Guest advanced a step in return. Now they were facing each other. “Ihi- okay-”
“You, Taph, Builder and- uh..” Elliot jerked a bit, his loosely fitted visor falling over his face as 1337 squeezed one of the spots between his ribs, digging his thumb in just enough to not hurt.
So unfair , Elliot thought as he pushed his visor up again, just enough to see the person in front of him. He was intentionally making it harder to answer.
“Shehed! I healed Shed–”
Guest smiled. “Mhm, okay. The one after that? This one’s easy. You only healed two people during the second round.”
Elliot couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing considering his current predicament, but thinking about that made him give the wrong answer.
“Chance and-” Cut off by his own muffled wheezy giggles, Elliot slapped a hand over his mouth.
The soldier hummed, shaking his head as he used both his hands to dig into the side of the poor worker’s stomach. “Wasn’t Chance…”
Elliot removed the hand from his mouth only to speak a few words, “Noob ahand Two Tihime?”
“Is that a question? Say it like you mean it, Ellie.” Guest encouraged, amused.
“Duhuhude!” Elliot complained, his hands clearly undecided between shoving at Guest, protecting himself, or making a futile attempt to hide the overall sunniness of his expression.
“ Alriight , fine. One more, since you already told me about the round we just did.”
“Hohow many peheople?” Elliot asked, wanting any type of hint. Because if he was being honest, he had no clue whatsoever who he healed, and he was slowly going cotton-brained.
The veteran makes sure to take his time ‘thinking’, as he drilled both his thumbs into the other’s hips.“Pretty sure it was seven. Oh, wait, no. Six, and you healed someone twice.” He pretended to ignore the two octave increase in the other’s wheezes.
“... Aand you have to tell me who” Guest adds on, grinning.
“You cahan’t be seriohous- Fuhuck you, Guest-!” Elliot wheezed out, stumbling slightly. The curse was completely empty in value– only four minutes ago, Elliot might have just sacrificed himself to the cake monster if he caught himself saying something like that to the person in front of him.
“Totally serious” 1337 assured, even when the opposite message was written all over his face. “Well?”
He only received laughter in response as he stared at the support, who seemed to have decided the floor looked really interesting given the fact Eliiot hadn’t looked up at the sentinel in at least a minute now. Because of this, the support also hadn’t noticed his visor slide off his head, to which Guest had caught with one hand and set on the porch railing.
“I dohon’t remehember–” Elliot finally conceded, tripping over himself as he stepped back. He would have fallen, if Guest didn’t put an arm behind him, and steady his balance.
“Hah. Really, you don't?" 1337 waited a few seconds longer, as if he would get a response other than wheezy laughter.
"That’s okay, Elliot. That was kind of the entire point.” The veteran said, now taking both hands to make sure the other wouldn’t topple over.
There was silence, of course tainted by leftover quiet titters.
“Oh, was it nohow?” Elliot asked, only half sarcastically. He tried clearing his throat, like it would somehow get rid of the leftover feeling in his nerves after the other stopped. “I couldn’t tell since you made it so hard to focus…”
Guest laughed. Real, genuine. He didn’t really fake anything that often. “I make it hard for you to focus? Good to know, I’ll make sure to avoid you during rounds.”
Elliot gasped, half offended, half embarrassed. “Wh- no, you– ugh…” He sighed, as he felt his visor being put back on his head by the soldier.
1337 hummed. “You should really try remembering what you do for the team, you know. You do help, a lot.”
“Do I?”
... Does this person have memory loss? “Do y- Do I need to make you list everything again?”
Nervous laughter. “NOpe! No sir.”
