#guards x reader

[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.

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Squid game request open

Guidelines

Cho hyun-ju 120

Choi su-bong/Thanos 230

Hwang in-ho 001

Seon gi-hun 456

The salesman/recruiter 

Hwang jun-ho

Kang mi-na 196

(Cr: @yugif)

Kim jun-hee 222

Square guard/Lee sang jun

Triangel/circle guards

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Who Do You Choose?

Guards x Reader: Prologue

Favorite flower- (F/F)

Favorite color- (F/C)

Last name- (L/N)

Favorite animal- (F/A)

‘Great, how did I get myself into this mess?’ you asked yourself while simultaneously sweat dropping at the scene before you. 

All the supervisors were currently fighting in the middle of the guard room and you have no idea why.

Everything that morning had been going great for you. You woke up to a beautiful day, amazing breakfast, and had gotten to work early, so you didn't get yelled at by your supervisor. But that is where everything just started to go downhill. 

****Earlier that day****

You had just gotten to your designated building, building 5, when you started noticing weird things going on. 

First, when you got into building 5’s office, ready to start the paperwork you were too tired to finish last night,  you saw that it was already finished and neatly on your desk. If that didn't startle you before, seeing a neatly wrapped gift, a bouquet of (F/F), and (F/C) teddy bear did. 

Next, when you were out on the training grounds supervising the inmates, one of them came up to you. You smiled warmly at the qi-gong user, Upa, as he began asking you questions about how he can improve his form. You, being the nice person you are and also being a national champion at fighting, not only did you decide to give him some pointers but also show him. As you were in the middle of explaining how he can deliver a harder punch, he stopped you, looking paler than he usually does. Getting concerned for the young man, you asked if he was okay, to which he replied with a shaky yes before running off to do more exercise. This confused you greatly, he looked as if he had seen a ghost, but you didn't get enough time to think anymore upon the behavior when Samon, your supervisor, and Mitsuru came up to you because the warden wanted to see you. 

On the walk to headquarters is where you noticed the third weird thing, Mitsuru was talking more than usual. At first, you thought that you were imagining it because talking was practically his middle name, but as time went on, you started to notice. So, once again being the nice person you were, just smiled and listened to his endless talking, which didn't bother you because you honestly did like him speaking, he was always a bucket of fun to be around.

Fourthly, when you got to the waiting room, you saw that Kiji and Kenshirou were also there. Kiji was looking frantically in his hand mirror to make sure his makeup was still fabulous and Kenshirou was typing away rather nervously at his computer. When they finally noticed your presence they seemed a little startled, like a person would look if they were not fully prepared. You bid Mitsuru a thank you before turning to them to give a warm hello and smile, which only startled them more but they still managed to give you an ify hello back. Not wanting to make the atmosphere more awkward than it already was, Kiji decided to offer you a seat next to him on the couch, much to Kenshirou’s displeasure, to which you excepted with a smile. Making the makeup-clad supervisor blush and the dog like supervisor sulk into his computer.

That didn't last for long as both supervisors started competing to see who you would talk to the most. As you waited for the warden to call you in, you listened as the ‘conversation’ went on, you were just thankful that you could multitask because otherwise, that would have been difficult to bare. 

Fifthly, when you were finally called into the warden’s office, the atmosphere emitting from the door made you, her friend, feel a twinge of concern. So, being one of her only female friends, you were determined to make sure that she was okay,  after all,  running a prison was hard work. You walked right up to the door and knocked on it, to which you received a nervous, high-pitched squeak that told you to enter, this made you even more concerned than before. You opened the door quickly and stepped in to be greeted with an unusual sight. The warden was sitting at her desk, hands intertwined on top, and her head held high with a harsh glare plastered on her face. She is normally never like that when she calls you to her office. 

Most people would take one look at her and run away, even Hajime would do the same, but not you. You know your friend well, even if you only knew them for one month, and you knew that that glare wasn't intentional but accidental. So keeping that in mind, you walked quickly up to her, still with that concerned look on your face, and asked her what was wrong. This surprised her momentarily because normally people couldn't tell her true emotions but she quickly shook it off. She responded with a yes and a brilliant smile to your question, much to your relief. Her response caused you to give your own dazzling smile but it rapidly went away when the warden turned around in her chair and refuse to turn around the rest of the conversation. That was definitely one of the most bizarre conversations you’ve ever had. 

Finally, when you stepped out of the warden’s office because your meeting with the warden was finished, you met with someone you hadn’t expected to meet. Leaning against the wall right outside the warden’s office stood none other than Nanba’s number one supervisor, Hajime Sugoroku, with a blank expression on his face in your direction. You gave him a smile, not noticing the extremely small blush on his face due to the dark shade covering the top half of his figure, and asked what he was doing out of curiosity. He cleared his throat, hoping to get rid of the blush before you notice, and said that he was looking for you because he needed your help with something very important. You grinned even more as you agreed to help, knowing that he works too much and that it was rare for him to ask for help. He pushed himself off the wall and began walking with you out of the hallway that leads back to the waiting room.

On the way to the waiting room, you saw that he was stiffer than normal around you. So to relieve some of the tension you decided to tell him some of the funny stories from back home, hoping to make him laugh. Much to your relief, it worked and the rest of the trip there was filled with a joyous atmosphere but that didn’t last long.

The minute the two of you stepped into the room, the atmosphere was murderous and almost blood lustful, Hajime was punched square in the face, leading him to fly into the wall face first, by none other than Samon. Now the joyous smile you wear just seconds ago turned into a mortified frown while Samon wears a prideful smirk, though it did not last long either. Hajime got up quickly, making you sigh in relief but then go back to your prior expression, and pounced on the poor monkey supervisor, now regretting his previous action. 

The two wrestled on the floor as you frantically tried to stop them but every time you did you were held back by the other two because they knew how dangerous getting in between the two could be. The both of them also saw it as an opportunity to ask you something very important, however, when they were going to ask you, they were rudely interrupted. The two on the floor each reached an arm out, Samon grabbing Kiji while Hajime grabbed Kenshirou, and dragged them into the fight.

That basically explains how you got into your current situation.

****Back to the Present****

You couldn’t continue watching your superiors wrestle on the floor anymore, even more now that it had attracted the attention of the warden and Mitsuru.

“Can all of you please stop fighting, this is getting us nowhere!” You yelled pleadingly, gaining everyone’s sights in your direction. You’re normally not one to yell but if you had to, you have your parents to thank for your lung capacity.

“I agree with officer (L/N),” The warden agreeingly stated to the female guard statement, before sternly asking the supervisors, ”Now, who started it?”

Everyone, except the warden, Mitsuru, and you, turned to look at the downcasted monkey guard. The warden looked like she was about to commit murder as she stared at him, the others, minus you and Mitsuru backed away from her. She was about to approach him, to which he started to sweat up a storm out of pure fear, but stopped when she felt a warm, gloved hand on her shoulder.

Your hand rested on her shoulder with a warm smile on your lip as if telling her to please not murder him. After a few seconds, she seemed calmer so you released her shoulder, much to her disappointment, and turned your attention to Samon who was, like everyone else in the room, relieved.

“Samon, I have one question for you and you don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to but... Why did you punch Hajime in the face?” You asked gently, in case it was a personal question that he might not want to answer. He cast his eyes over the other supervisors, the warden, and Mitsuru before finally meeting your soft gaze. He sighed getting up, the other supervisors following suite, and took a deep breath before revealing their secret.

“That’s because...” Samon paused nervously, looking at the others for any sign not to tell you, but he received none, “Everyone in this room is in love with you.” 

To say you were shocked was an understatement, you know that people liked you but you thought that it was in a co-worker or friend like manner, not romantic. This can’t be true, right?

“It’s true, darling. We all like you.” Kiji added with a smile after noticing the look of disbelief and heat on your face.

“Now, the question is who do you pick?” Hajime said after you had finally grasped the idea that you were loved by many people. He exchanged looks with everyone in the room before they all split off into different directions confusing you for the time being.  When they all came back, they stood in a line in front of you, each holding something behind their back but you couldn’t see what they were holding. You were still confused, but you weren’t for long when they each bowed their heads to you, holding out the gifts. They were confessing to you at the same time, making you turn strawberry-red.

Momoko had your favorite homemade cookies, Mitsuru your favorite candy, Samon a bouquet, Hajime a single (F/C) rose, making Samon glare at him because flowers were his idea, Kenshirou had a (F/A) plushie, and Kiji had your favorite perfume.

“Now, who do you choose?” They all asked after a moment of silence.

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Squid game Masterlist

💙=Male 💖=Female 💛=Neutral 🌈=Fluff 💦=Smut 💀=Angst💜=Mtf 🖤=Ftm

Cho hyun-ju 120

Choi su-bong/Thanos 230

Nonsense 💖

Hwang in-ho 001

For you 💖

Seon gi-hun 456

The salesman/recruiter 

Lap dog 💖💦

Hwang jun-ho

Kang mi-na 196

Kim jun-hee 222

Square guard/Lee sang jun

Circle/triangle guards

Promise 💖💦

Keeper 💖💦

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will...

After the second game, you begin to notice the guards acting strange, speaking out of turn, seemingly searching for specific meals on their trays and being almost gentle when leading you through the halls.

Soft!Guard harem-ish x Player!Gn!Reader

part two part three

Requested by anonymous:

"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?"

Hope you enjoy!!

Please don't hesitate to request!!

As you made your way to the front of the queue you met the eyes of the guard in front of you, almost missing the way his fingers left the previous pattern of distribution and instead reached for the very last one. Moving to take the egg from his hand, you were stopped as he closed your fist around the item and lightly caressed the back of your hand with his thumb.

Your jaw slacked as you turned and returned to your bed, and as you ate your mind refused to move away from the strange occurrence, no matter how desperately you attempted to prepare for the next game. Your focus was so wholly consumed that you missed the small roll of paper that had been painstakingly included inside your egg.

It wasn't even that they had been particularly harsh up until now, but it was something so out of the realm of what they had been doing.

Your mind reeling it was late into the night before you realised that you needed the lavatory, sadly the crazy lady had been trying that for ages to no avail. Attempting to add your voice to her pleads, you joined her at the door.

Within seconds the door had flung open and the two of you, plus the younger girl, were being led down the hall to the bathroom.

Being fast to do your business and leave, you awaited the others in the hall alongside the guard. Attempting to keep your distance and your eyes averted, the hand that encased your fingers with his own made you jump despite the gentile nature of the touch. He raised your hand and traced your knuckles with his thumb before lowering his head and gingerly pressing your knuckles to his mask.

Shifting his grip on your hand he squeezed it gently before pulling you down the hallway. You silently travelled behind him, finding yourself trusting him for no discernable reason, you only jumped when a door slid open to reveal a group of squares. Looking between the man leading you and your new company, the silence elicited goosebumps down your spine. They took their time addressing your companion before giving a curt nod, handing him a key and speaking;

"Room 056, for the time being, the cameras have been dealt with."

He expertly weaved throughout the identical corridors, the chill constantly running up and down your spine was combated by the warmth of his grip. A warmth that didn't leave even when we reached the door numbered 056 nor when he searched his pockets for the key and not even when he had opened the door and rushed you inside.

Upon the door closing, he motioned for you to be quiet, and as the seconds passed two gunshots were heard in the distance.

"So that they think you are dead and will update the system to not include you." He explained before moving towards the bed where he patted the space next to him.

Taking the seat, you noted how badly you were shaking and the shallowness of your breath. Placing your hands on your chest and attempting to calm your racing heart you missed the look of concern that flashed on the guard's face, not that you would have really seen it anyhow. Yet because of this, you were surprised when he laid back on the bed and pulled you to his chest, his gun long abandoned.

Melting into his touch and focussing on the slow rise and fall of his chest on which he had placed your head, you drifted in and out of consciousness before finally submitting to it in the safety of his arms.

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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.

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Keeping Distance

Imagine If You Will... All of the guards being commanded to keep their distance from you, the designer of the game rooms, as you paint and plan and decorate, but they can't help checking on you.

Squid Game Guards x gn!Reader

WC:~500

They have been seeing you for years, for the three months prior to each game there you stood, whether you were bent over a table hair swept back as you studied design plans, a pencil tucked behind your ear or driving some sort of machinery to form mounds or pits, you were always there.

The guards favourite time of course was always towards the end of your stay (at least until today) when you would paint murals for all of the game rooms, and even if they weren't permitted to talk to you they could happily watch you work.

The issue with the order was of course that around three years ago you had forgotten some of your roller extensions and so large patches remained unpainted. Looking around yourself, attempting to find a solution without having to speak to the (honestly creepy) 'Frontman' you had spotted the stacked heads leaning into the doorway their eyes set on your frame.

Knowing the size of the venue you knew there had to be staff but you hadn't encountered any of them in all of your years there, you had always suspected that this had been organised for the owner's privacy and so that you knew only what you needed to.

That was the first time you had seen them, the masked minions, and to their dismay, it was the first time you had talked to them. Although they were around a hundred metres away from you when you had first spotted them their immediate skedaddling was for naught as you caught them with ease, you had just spent the last week painting every inch of that stair maze so you knew your way around.

After explaining your conundrum you were met with blank stares, or so you guess after all they still had their masks on.

One of the square-faced beings spoke after a long pause;

"We have been ordered to not interact with you,"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes "By who? The Frontman?"

Yet again you were met with silence, the only response being a spookily synchronised nod.

"Well, I was hired directly by his boss... and you all seem to have no other pressing duties so if anyone has any suggestions I would recommend you tell me immediately before I am forced to concern your boss with such petty matters."

The shape faced beings looked around at each other before drawing nearer, the squares seemingly leading the pack, but whether you were their prey or them yours was yet to be made clear.

Although the way they volunteered, or should I say begged, to hoist you atop their shoulders definitely screamed that you had them under your thumb.

Every year after you were helped by the guards as you painted and despite catching them staring one too many times, you were gracious for the company within the long and winding halls.

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Fighting

Imagine If You Will... Fighting the crazy lady after she pulls a knife on you, and despite beating her you don't avoid getting a few cuts. Afterwards, as you clean up the guards fuss over you and patch you up.

Squid Game Guards x gn!Reader

Request 1: crimebossmushroom asked:

Hi a can you do a squid game guards x reader but reader is gets In to a fight piz this is my first requests

Request 2: Anonymous asked:

Helloo, if you're taking requests may i ask for a squid game guard x reader? like, let's say the reader ends up hurt after one of the games, a cut or something like that and she tries to treat her wound but it hurts a lot and the guard sees her and tries to help her to heal it.

The guards paid no mind to the screaming figure as they dragged her through the halls, easily overpowering her flailing. Continuing the showmanship they were known for they followed their manager to the centre of the common room before dropping the crazed woman.

"457 Will not be returning," The manager spoke as he retrieved the small blade from his pocket before tossing it beside the woman at his feet. "Feel free to ask her why."

Turning on the spot the trio stalked out of the space, smug smirks hidden beneath their masks as cacophony erupted behind them.

Approaching the door to the bathroom the manager instructed his soldiers to inform the Frontman of your death, while he saw to your wounds.

The silence that followed after the Crazy woman had been dragged from the bathroom left you with nothing but your thundering heartbeat and the blood that poured freely onto the tiles below.

Slumped against the back wall all of your attempts to slow the breathing were ceased by the slamming of the door and the unending stream of synchronised steps. Within seconds you were face to face with four managers, as the other managers and guards filled the space.

Glaring down the man closest to you, you refused to look away let alone close your eyes in fear. If they were going to kill you, they would watch as you didn't even flinch, eyes locked on their own as your soul followed your blood down the drain.

However the fear you refuse to acknowledge had a hand in your unwavering eye contact, terrified of seeing the gift box like coffin they had brought for you. Yet the gun, the bullet and the coffin never came, instead your eyes were drawn to the sets of hands gingerly wrapping the gash on your thigh.

Despite your efforts to push yourself as far into the wall as possible, you are brought into the chest of the man whose mesh cloaked eyes you had been glaring into so fiercely only moments ago. His strong yet gentle grip lifted you from the ground as the bandage was wrapped firmly around your leg.

Finally finding your voice you mutter into his chest, "What are you- Why are you doing this?"

"They all think you're dead, we don't want to see you hurt again." Pulling back slightly he continued, "Stay with us, let us look after you."

As your lips moved to form a rejection your eyes caught the doting movements of those around you, The cleaning and dressing of wounds as well as the food and water being passed through the crowd, and suddenly the only word you could form was the "Okay" you softly uttered into the pink fabric brushing against your cheek.

After a few more stinging moments as they cleaned your wounds, they produced a jumpsuit and mask. Gently helping you into the outfit their voices overlapped as they let you know what had to happen. You would have to stay in one of the rooms, the workers upstairs would assure that the cameras never watched it, but for the most part you would have to stay there, only seeing the guards once a day until the games were over.

You had plenty of time to ponder the reality that none of the pink cladded men had ever been aggressive or even mean towards you. This realisation had you taken aback, so when the time for dinner came around, you pulled the guard into the space. Tugging him to sit by your side on the bed, you cupped his masked face staring deeply into the perforations of the plastic.

"Why, Why did you all save me, what could I possibly have done to deserve your kindness?"

Flicking down his hood, he pulled the mask from his face before gently resting his forehead against your own, then in the softest murmur he answered;

"We all felt you were special from the moment we saw you in the first game, none of us could explain it, all we knew was that you were different."

Luckily enough however the next week flew by as your wounds healed, and soon enough almost as soon as the games finished you were ushered out of your room. As you were led through the almost abandoned halls, you noticed how the fear that the guards used to elicit up and down your spine was now entirely gone. You had had plenty of time to ponder your new reality, soon coming to the conclusion that the men around you were caring in a way you had never experienced.

As you entered what appeared to be a communal space, your eyes fell on the maskless men that were packed wall to wall, and in that moment you knew being by their side everything would be okay.