#guard harem

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will...

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and having the Guard harem wrapped around your finger.

This part is:

PA Announcer

Musical Fan!reader

This will be a choose your adventure kind of thing where there will be multiple with jobs/specialties/interactions.

a/n: Hope you like Mamma Mia xoxo

Please don't hesitate to request!!

Walking a few steps behind the Frontman, peering through your silver mask and analysing the clipboard in your hands you updated your boss on the status of everything being prepared for the games.

Based on the grunts and scoffs he let out you crossed out and marked different items on the list. For a man of little words, he sure was good at communicating. After the large doors to the hall closed, you looked first to your boss then to the militia-like staff.

Handing over the checklist to the closest square, you nodded to your boss and turned to leave.

“Squares 1 through 16, Your men will be painting the halls. Squares 18 through 21, Your men will construct the bridge. Squares 22 and 23..." As you approached your office the front man's voice faded away.

There was a surprising amount of paper work for a company that strived to leave no traceable evidence, you supposed they needed to be completely aware of the crimes that the company had committed as to better cover their tracks. That being said, you would swear that the pile had grown since before breakfast.

So sitting down in your little office you pulled off your mask and began to sort through the first few files. After certain issues and unauthorised branches sprung up in the command structure of the previous year's games, you been given the tedious task of vetting all potential contestants.

The main rules were; no one with medical training, we cant have another spout of organ harvesting, no one with knowledge that could reduce or alter the difficulty of the games, aka no more glass guys, and so on and so forth for what seemed to be an unending and ever growing pile of filters.

You'd made it through half of the pile, removing a few of the contestants for their quote unquote leadership qualities, when an alarm chimed from your phone. Tugging forward the microphone you grabbed the notes from today's agenda, before crackling the speakers to life with the press of a button.

'It is now midday. Lunch will be available to grab under the sun for the next 90 minutes. Today's music choice is... mine and will be the entire Mamma Mia musical soundtrack followed by twenty minutes of me replaying my favourite songs.'

Pressing play on the album and turning off the microphone you opted to return to your work for the time being, only now there was the occasional humming along.

When a tapping came from your window you finally stopped, slipping your silvery mask back into place and tugging back the unnecessarily extravagant curtain you observed a single circle giving you a thumbs up.

Waving to him you stepped closer and peered to the side, down the hall stood a group grooving, and as you pressed your ear to the glass you could hear their voices singing along.

Sneaking your secure and very dumb brick of a phone out of your pocket you started to record, before noticing the circle was now waving for you to join them.

Deciding... screw it you leaned your phone against the sill and slipped out of the office to join the gaggle of guards. Only then did you notice just how loud the PA system was set to as the concrete under your feet vibrated with the music.

Dancing and singing along, the group seemed to grow as the album played on... until your boss' brash tone cracked over the system;

'Okay that's enough, go get your food.'

Oh yeah... lunch.

[squidgameheadcanons]

This blog was a wild RIDE. Thanks guys.

Once season 1 ended and the initial hype for the show died, I kinda lost my drive to keep going with the blog. And then when season 2 came out, I thought - "hey, I should start it back up again" before deciding not to.

The blog was long dead and I hated it.

When I created the blog in 2021 from the lack of Squid Game content, I didn't really know what I was doing - I was new to Tumblr, socially awkward, in a new country after my family fell apart, and kinda lonely.

So when my posts got attention from other fans of the show (you guys), it kept me company through the worst time in my life.

Having different anons, and blog regulars kept me going throughout the years I was active, and I've never forgotten the people who said they liked my blog.

This blog made me happy, the people who came to the blog and shared different art and ideas made me happy.

By the time I stopped writing, I had made over 900 posts and nearly 2,000 followers.

Thank you to everyone who followed, liked, reposts, chatted and submitted anything - you always made my day and made me smile.

No matter how bad of a writer I was at the time (let's be honest, I was REALLY bad), I hope I made you guys happy.

This'll be my last post before I either abandon the account entirely for another or just decide to delete it at a later date (Kinda went scorched earth with deleting every post, sorry the cringe caught up to me).

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will...

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and having the Guard harem wrapped around your finger. This part is:

Chef

Soft!Reader

This will be a choose your adventure kind of thing where there will be multiple with jobs/specialties/interactions. It's a shorter one just thought the idea was cute af.

Please don't hesitate to request!!

Walking a few steps behind the Frontman, peering through your silver mask and analysing the clipboard in your hands you updated your boss on the status of everything being prepared for the games. Based on the grunts and scoffs he let out you crossed out and marked different items on the list. For a man of little words, he sure was good at communicating. After the large doors to the hall closed, you looked first to your boss, then to the militia-like staff. "Squares 1 through 16, Your men will be painting the halls. Squares 18 through 21, Your men will construct the bridge. Squares 22 and 23 your men shall construct the robot. And Since Square 17 decided to fail us, my assistant shall be leading his group for the time being, that being said, his group shall be working in the kitchen going forward."

You had swiftly led the gaggle of men to the kitchen attempting to keep your mind away from holding their hands, feeling their warmth and holding it close.

Introducing the dishes that you will be cooking for the day ahead, you assigned the roles to the different masked men. It only took around twenty minutes before some of them asked for help kneading their dough. Standing between the two you gently grasped their wrists and guided them in small up and down motions. Too focused on helping them you missed the look they shared behind you. Once the men got themselves together they thanked you for the lesson and kindly sent you on your way. Walking around the room you checked on the various components before being stopped in your tracks by a guard and his ladle.

"Will you taste the curry sauce I made?"

"Alrig-"

"No please taste mine"

"No matter about the sauce try my bread"

"No no no try my tea"

You tried your hardest not to giggle at the plethora of ladles, cups and foods that crowded your face, but their pleads were just too cute.

All of them visibly deflated as the giggle passed through your lips moving to retract their hands as you scramble for an apology.

"no no no my darlings I would love to try all of them, your passion gives me such joy and the care you show in trying to feed me warms my heart. Your bickering is what makes me laugh."

Pulling your hood to cover your entire head and lifting your mask so that only the bottom part of your pace was bare, you leant forward to sip at one of the stews. It was hard not to notice how they all but jumped in joy when you complimented their cooking but you wouldn't have it any other way.

[matchesarelit]

Hey, so I guess we all have a secret crush on the squidgame guards, huh? :D

Could you write an imagine about a soft!guard tries to give reader clues and make physical contact and tries to help her escape by hiding her in his room?

It is up (Here)

Hope you enjoy!!

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will...

Triangle wakes up every night in a cold sweat. But will his worries get the best of him?

Requested: "Um… I know you usually do x player, but could I request squid game circle guard x triangle guard? Like the triangle, guard is kinda protective of circle cos I imagine them as… younger? Or not as tough as the triangle guard. Thank you :)"

A/N: Sorry that it is awkward and a little short, I Hope you like it!!!

Waking up in a hot sweat was nothing new to him, neither was the reoccurring nightmare, but today Tri's dream had lasted longer than ever before.

There he stood alone in the humongous game room, the crumbling gravel fading in and out as his mind focussed on different aspects of the room. He found himself once again standing opposite another guard. no. Not just another guard. It was him, there was seemingly no way to tell but Tri knew it was him.

The man reaches up behind his mask, shrugging off his hood and beginning to peel the cover away from his face. As the circle branded man moved a voice screamed out, though to his surprise it seemed to be coming from Tri himself.

As the Circle's forehead was revealed Tri once again found his muscles moving of their own accord, cocking and aiming his gun as his cries for the man to stop continued. None of his efforts seemed to stop his or the guard's movements.

That was usually where it ended, but today it went further.

In one single moment, the man's face was revealed, well sort of, a blank patch of skin was where his face should have been yet during his moment of confusion his hand had shifted and riddled the man with bullets.

Although somewhat disturbing the lack of a face shouldn't have been a surprise, he hadn't seen the man's face before and always had trouble picturing anything but a blank slate.

The more violent aspect of the dream most likely came from the events of this year's second game. Along with the Circle's lack of a firearm which had already caused sleepless nights, worrying about the faceless man seemed to take up quite a large amount of his time.

Shifting continuously in the darkness, returning to sleep seemed impossible, so instead Triangle swiftly stood. Retrieving his personal firearm he placed it under the tracksuit that sat on the desk. He would explain it tomorrow and ask the man to keep it on him all the time.

silently returning to the bed he found himself snuggling into the soft and warm cloth. Softly wrapping his arm around the man in front of him, he pulled him into his chest, head tucked into the nape of his neck. Sinking into his scent Triangle fell into his first blissful sleep in months.