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Imagine If You Will...

Cozying up with the guard who hid you away safely under his covers.

This is the part two to this Imagine

Requested by anonymous

Squid game Guard x Gn!Reader.

You woke up to a rushed knock on the door, nuzzling your face into the chest beneath you. Yet your muttered protests were ignored as your guard gently shifted you to the side as he stood to answer the door.

Frustrated by the sudden cold that prickled your skin you quickly stood to slip your arms around his waist failing to notice the clothes he had retrieved from the threshold.

Gently pulling him back towards the bed you pouted when despite your efforts he managed to keep his feet planted in the same spot. Chuckling at your efforts your lovely masked man pulled himself from your arms with a hand on your shoulders, before starting;

"Here, I asked them to send some pyjamas. Change into these and-"

He was interrupted by the monotone PA system announcing the commencement of lights out in half a minute.

Chucking once again he continued, "You can change in here just knock before you come out,"

Taking the garments from his hands, you paused before moving towards the bathroom. "Can I-um, Can I see your face?" The man in front of you stilled for a moment before reaching up and under his hood, pulling the mask off of his face.

As the countdown neared its end you quickly scanned his face, attempting to memorise his seemingly perfect features. Gingerly tracing his cheekbones with your thumbs, you smiled up at him as the count ended.

"Given the darkness, I might just change here." When he agreed and said he would do the same, you attempted to discern the garments from each other and the way in which they were to be worn.

It is not long before you are doing up the last button, the guard long retired to the bed almost silently drumming his fingers on his bare chest.

Pulling on the pyjama pants up, you find that they fall back to the floor just as easily. After trying once more, you instead fold them up, knowing the shirt they had provided was also seemingly the largest size and almost reached the floor. Plodding over to the best you lay back down upon his chest, before pulling the blankets up to cover you both.

Humming at the warmth that consumed you as his legs tangled with yours, you thought before speaking softly. "So, I've seen your face, I'd love to put a name to it"

"You're one to speak 457"

"Well then, I see how it is." Lifting yourself, perching your chin on his chest and staring into his eyes you began again. "Nice to meet you I am y/n, and my entire family is horrible with money so I ended up here trying to help them."

His chest vibrated beneath you as he prepared his introduction.

"Lovely to meet you my darling," He cooed as he raised your hands to his lips once again. "I'm Laurie, Needed money and I didn't know the nitty-gritty when I started, but once I did it was too late to quit."

"Well, I'm not sure how long you hope to keep me here but when I do get to leave, would you come with me if you got the chance to?"

"I don't have anything to return to, no career path. No family anywhere. I was a bouncer before this, But after this, I don't think I could do that."

Furrowing your brow you attempted to think of an answer, but there was none. It seemed he sensed your concern however as he lightened the mood.

"But if you mean coming with you as in being your trophy husband, well then of course." Unable to hold back your giggles the two of you held each other close.

"Why do I feel so comfortable around you?"

"I don't know, I suppose it's because my job was to lead you to your death, and instead I led you to my bed." He said a smirk accompanying his final words, to which you lightly slapped his chest as you condemned;

"You make it sound so dirty."

"Well if you don't want to be in my bed..." he countered as he shook his head, pulling back the covers and detaching his arm from your waist.

"Oh Shush" you dismissed snuggling further into his side and tucking the blankets around the pair of you and settling in for a night of soft words and memories.

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Art dumping of my ocs!

(Do not steal or repost my work)

In order: the disgusted woman to the left is Fang and the sparkling disaster of a man is Uraeus. They are soulmates but they're not rushing for any romance, as you do.

The winged birb man is named Malory and the sparkly eyes children around him are his younger siblings, but they don't know that because he was disowned at birth.

The lovely lady in the pink dress is named Layla, she's always got some fresh cookies for any visitors her cottage. The feral woman is her girlfriend, Aimilios, but she's called Mili for short.

The literal goddess with kittens in her onesie pocket is Laetitia. You guys are gonna love her, I promise.

Finally, the cutie at the bottom is Nori. He's grumpy, smol and has some feelings for Laetitia.

Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...