#player 100

[beef-bakery]

OPEN UP THE RETIREMENT HOMES THAT OLD GUY GOTTA GO

[dae-ho-talkz]

Gi-hun - Gojo

Jung-bae - Nanami

in ho/frontman - Geto/Kenjaku

dae ho - Ino

Thanos - Mahito

Player 333 - Toji

Jun-hee - mamaguro

player 120 - Maki

player 246 - Choso

player 100 - Sukuna? Noaya?

[paperori0]

This MF: *opens his mouth*

Me:

[l0v3sickl0s3r]

so i started watching squid game

[lilybug-02]

Possession PSA.

Thank you @ferronickel for giving me this crack head idea.

[alphs20]

Explode your emotion to 100%!!

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[da-janela-lateral]

I see plenty Dad Reigen out there but where are my Dimples exhibiting weird uncle behavior

[heartsforjh]

CONGRATS ON 100 KIRBS <333 TO MANY MORE!

For your celly, can I request Luke and physical touch: “I thought you hated it when people touched you?” with reader on the receiving end (as in she's the one who isn't a fan of being touched)??

Thank you and good luck with your celly!!

THANK YOU! 🫶 now, 26 times. 26 times i fully listened to justin timberlake on repeat to produce this for you meg. also, while writing the part where reader couldn’t stay awake i actually fell asleep… 😭 anyways, i hope you enjoy. 🙏

You had met Luke at Umich not too long ago. Despite being quiet and unassuming around most people, he was rowdy and playful with your friend group, always bringing an easy energy to the room. He was funny, considerate, and far more polite than the average guy you’d met at your new university.

Today your friend group decided on hanging out in one of the larger dorms, so that there’s more room for everyone to actually fit. Luke, as usual, is roughhousing with his friends, their laughter echoing through the room. In the middle of their chaos, Luke accidentally bumps into you, nearly knocking you off balance.

“Oh, shit, my bad! I’m sorry Y/n,” he blurts, steadying you with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Lukey always finding excuses to touch his girlfriend.” Dylan teases, his grin wide and knowing.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Luke shoots back instantly, looking a little flustered, his tone shifts into something firmer. “Don’t be weird like that. It’s not funny to make her uncomfortable.”

Turning back to you, his expression softens into a sheepish smile. “I really am sorry, Y/n. I’ll be more careful.”

You nod, offering a polite smile. “It’s okay.” You can tell he feels bad, but before you can say anything else, his friends pulled him back into their conversation. You stay quiet, still too shy to fully insert yourself, being new to this circle of people.

Later that day, the group bundles up for the cold weather and heads to the UMich football game. As everyone files into the bleachers, Luke maneuvers himself to stand next to you. It was hard not to notice, and you could easily hear Dylan snickering.

Luke rolls his eyes but doesn’t budge, determined to put himself out there. After a moment, he glances at you, his face softening when he notices your rosy cheeks from the cold.

“So, uh… is this your first football game? I mean, UMich game?” He stumbles, trying to get his question out without looking stupid, “You’ve probably been to other football games before, but… yeah, first here?”

You can’t help but smile at how nervous he seems. “Yeah. This is my first.”

His face lights up at your response. “Cool! You’ll like it! These games are a lot of fun.”

You tuck your hands deeper into your jacket pockets, shivering slightly. “I hope so. It’s freezing out here.”

Luke chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, Michigan weather can be brutal. You’ll get used to it, though! I grew up here… well, partly in Canada too. Oh, but I was born in New Hampshire. Not that it matters…” He trails off, fully aware that he’s rambling but powering through anyway. “What I’m saying is, I’m used to the cold. And don’t worry, these games are always worth it. My brothers and I go all the time. Actually, we’ve got a lake house we visit in the summer together too—maybe you could come with sometime!” He slows down, hoping he’s not coming off too strong. “You know, if you’re around.”

You listen patiently, letting him overshare whatever his heart desires, “I’ll probably go home over the summer since it’s my first year here, but I bet I could find time to visit for a bit somewhere in there.”

“Really? Yeah… yeah, that’d be cool,” he says, his smile growing. He glances down and realizes exactly how close he’d moved towards you while talking.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, quickly shuffling back.

You don’t mind the closeness, but you weren’t gonna make it more awkward by telling him so. The two of you continued chatting, the conversation flowing naturally until the game ends and everyone decides to head back to their dorms.

A few days later, the group gathers at Luke’s place for a movie. You’re curled up in a beanbag, with Luke sitting next to you on the floor, his head resting against your seat. The movie drags on, and you find yourself nodding off.

However, your eyes quickly snap open when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, do you want to help me make popcorn for everyone?” Luke asks softly. You nod, grateful for something to keep you awake. He stands and offers you his large hand, which you take without hesitation.

As he leads you into the kitchen, he glances back and notices you rubbing your eyes.

He laughs quietly. “Tired?”

You nod, stifling a yawn. He realizes he’s still holding your hand and quickly lets go, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you say, leaning against the counter as he grabs the popcorn supplies.

“You know, if you’re that tired, you can just crash in my room after this,” he offers casually, glancing at you.

Your eyes widen slightly. “Oh! No, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” he insists, his tone genuine. “Those beanbags suck to sleep on. Trust me, I know—my brothers used to make me sleep on them when we were kids.”

You laugh softly. “Why?”

“Well I was the youngest, and sometimes I didn’t want to sleep in my own room at night…” He trails off, suddenly regretting his honesty.

“You were scared of the dark?” you tease, smile somehow looking even more amused than before.

“Monsters, actually,” he corrects, with mock indignation.

Your laughter bubbles out, the sound light and free. It’s the most you’ve laughed since coming to UMich, and Luke was beaming with pride at the sight of it.

When the popcorn is ready the two of you head back into the living room. The group eagerly grabs at the fresh bowl as you settle back into your beanbag. Unsurprisingly, not even two minutes pass before your eyes start drooping again.

A soft laugh from Luke is the last thing you register before you feel yourself being lifted. You instinctively tuck your head into the crook of his neck, his warmth lulling you further into sleep. He carries you upstairs with ease and gently lays you on his bed, carefully tucking the covers around you.

“Just get some sleep,” he murmurs quietly, mostly to himself.

As he turns to leave, you reach out and catch his hand. Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper. “Please stay,” you whisper. “You can lay with me.”

“Uh… are you sure? I can sleep on the beanbag. It’s not a big deal.” he says, hesitantly,

You frown, words laced with tired honesty. “I thought you hated sleeping on the bean bags?”

“I thought you hated when people touch you?” he counters softly, eyes searching yours.

“I do,” you admit. “But it’s okay when it’s you.”

His lips curve into a small, shy smile as he climbs into bed beside you. You waste no time cuddling into him, your head resting on his chest. One of his hands caresses your hair tenderly, while the other settles lightly on your lower back.

The two of you know this isn’t something “just friends” would do, but neither of you seem to mind. You were content with that in the moment. As you drift off to sleep, wrapped in his comforting presence, you decide the feelings you’re starting to acknowledge can wait until tomorrow.

tags: @beenucks @mainly-miracle @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @sweetestdesire @emsdevs @puckmedude @joesnumerouno @alex-wotton

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[punkrockmlchael]

congratulations on 100 bestie! i would love baseball, college, and skirt with Stevie! nsfw please 🤭💕

Masterlist for 100 Follower Celebration!

18+ mdni, Smut: Protected PinV (Both Steve and Reader are in their early 20s)

First time writing for Steve hehe! Thank you for requesting bestie I love you so so much and I hope you enjoy this small little blurb! (Word Count: 371)

Prompts: Baseball, College and Skirt ; Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

"Fuck, Steve," you moaned softly, hands moving to his shoulders as you tried to steady yourself.

"Mm, yes princess?" He asked, thrusting up into you harder as you both sat in the back seat of his car. He grabbed his Hawkins Community College baseball hat off of his head and placed it on top of your head backwards. "Fuck, you look so pretty in my hat," he mumbled, leaning in to place sloppy kisses against your exposed neck. "You look so pretty in my hat as I fuck you in my backseat after a win, fuck," he mumbled, your name escaping his lips in small sighs.

Another moan escaped your lips as your head fell back gently. Steve's hands moved to your hips, hiking your skirt up more as he continued to thrust into you. "Steve," you whined as his fingers dug into the plush skin of your hips. You moved your hips against his, fingers moving to unbutton his baseball jersey slightly.

You leaned in, kissing across his neck and upper chest as he moaned, digging his fingers into your hips harder. "Fuck, princess, you're so tight," he groaned, moving his right hand to rub tight circles on your clit softly.

You whined at the feeling, moving your hips more. "Fuck, Steve, I'm gonna cum," you mumbled against his neck.

"Yeah? Come on baby girl, cum for me," he mumbled, moving your hips with his. "You distracted me throughout the entire game in this little skirt and you look even better bouncing on my cock in it. Shit."

You moaned his name, little groans and whines escaping your lips as you clenched around him, releasing on his cock. He continued to thrust up into you a few times before he finished as well, filling the condom with his cum.

You fell on top of him, your chest resting against his as you placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Good job tonight, babe," you muttered when you caught your breath.

"Hm, thanks princess," he said softly as he kissed you again. "Up for a round two when we get home?"

You giggled into the kiss and nodded, "anything for my favorite pitcher," you muttered, fixing his hat on your head.

[n1daehodefender]

Request for a kang dae x female player who is a people pleaser and trying to give her lunch to the triangle guard after hear his stomac growl hungry and beign picked on cause of that by this annoying player (forgot his name ) who is like older and complained why not more people died?

A gentle heart in a cruel world

Word count: I have no idea since I deleted the ending because I didn’t like it😭😭

Warnings: Squid Game-related violence, mentions of starvation and cruelty, bullying/insults, emotional vulnerability, descriptions of tense and hostile situations.

A/N: i dont really like how i wrote this but i hope y’all like it!! Also requestes are open. Also Jeon-Dae is player 100 since I’m assuming you meant him

The cold, sterile air of the game compound was oppressive. You could feel it settle deep in your chest as you shuffled into the dining hall, clutching the small tray of food that barely passed as a meal. It was just enough to stave off the gnawing hunger—barely—but you didn’t complain. You never had. Complaining never sat well with you, even as a child. It always felt selfish, ungrateful.

Instead, you’d always focused on giving.

The habit had been deeply ingrained in you for as long as you could remember, encouraged by your own idealistic heart and frowned upon by your more practical mother. “You can’t save everyone,” she’d told you countless times. “Someday, you’ll give too much and be left with nothing.”

Maybe she’d been right. After all, here you were—trapped in this nightmare, fighting for survival alongside desperate, ruthless strangers.

But even now, even in this place, some part of you couldn’t turn it off. Couldn’t stop looking for the good in people.

As you settled at an empty corner of one of the long, metal tables, you noticed something unusual: one of the triangle-masked guards standing stiffly near the wall. His posture betrayed no emotion, but the faint sound of his stomach growling was unmistakable.

Your heart clenched.

They were supposed to be faceless enforcers, symbols of authority and control. Yet in that moment, the sound humanized him. You couldn’t stop yourself. Before you could second-guess the impulse, you stood, picked up your tray, and approached him.

“Here,” you said softly, holding out your meal. “You can have mine.”

The guard didn’t respond. He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch.

“It’s okay,” you added, trying to smile despite the cold, empty eyes of the black mask staring back at you. “I don’t mind—”

“Are you serious?”

The sneering voice cut through the air like a whip. You turned to see Jeon-dae, a wiry man with a perpetual scowl and a mean streak, glaring at you from across the room. He rose from his seat and stalked toward you, his movements sharp and aggressive.

“You think that’s gonna earn you points or something?” he spat, his tone dripping with disdain. “Giving your food to them? They’re not gonna save you, idiot. They’ll kill you just like the rest of us.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat.

“Pathetic,” Jeon-dae continued, his voice rising. “You’re so desperate to be a hero, huh? Think that’ll make you special?” He laughed, a cruel, bitter sound. “You’ll be the first to go. People like you always are.”

The room fell silent, all eyes on the scene unfolding. You could feel the weight of their stares, the unspoken judgment, and your face burned with shame. Without another word, you turned and retreated to your seat, clutching the tray tightly.

Jeon-dae muttered something else under his breath—something sharp and cutting—but you didn’t hear it. You kept your head down and forced yourself to eat, the taste of the bland, unappetizing food turning to ash in your mouth.

You were used to this, weren’t you? People calling you naive, foolish. And maybe you were. Maybe that was why you were here in the first place.

But it still hurt.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice someone approaching until a quiet voice broke through your haze.

“Hey. Mind if I sit here?”

You looked up, startled, and found yourself face-to-face with one of the players you hadn’t spoken to before. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with kind eyes and a mop of slightly disheveled hair.

“I… uh…” You hesitated, unsure how to respond.

“I’m Kang Dae-ho,” he said, offering a small, reassuring smile as he sat across from you without waiting for an answer. “I saw what happened earlier.”

Your stomach dropped. “Oh,” you murmured, lowering your gaze. “That’s… embarrassing.”

“It shouldn’t be.”

The softness in his voice caught you off guard. You glanced up, meeting his gaze, and saw no judgment there. Only warmth.

“It was a kind thing to do,” he continued, leaning forward slightly. “Most people wouldn’t have bothered.”

“Yeah, well,” you muttered, picking at your food with the edge of your spoon. “Most people wouldn’t have been stupid enough to try.”

“You’re not stupid.”

You blinked, startled by the firmness in his tone.

“Kindness isn’t stupid,” Dae-ho said, his expression earnest. “Especially not in a place like this.”

A lump formed in your throat. You wanted to believe him, but the weight of Jeon-dae’s words still lingered.

“Kindness doesn’t get you very far here,” you said quietly. “It just makes you a target.”

Dae-ho studied you for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. Then he smiled again, a little softer this time.

“Maybe,” he said. “But it also makes you human. And that’s worth something.”

Something in his voice—so genuine, so steady—made your chest ache. You hadn’t realized how much you’d needed to hear those words until now.

For the first time since the games began, you felt seen.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dae-ho’s smile widened, and for a moment, the harsh, unforgiving world around you seemed to fade away.

Over the next few days, you found yourself gravitating toward Dae-ho more and more. He had an easy way about him—a quiet confidence that made you feel safe, even in the midst of chaos.

He never pushed, never pried. But he was always there, offering a kind word or a steady presence when you needed it most.

And slowly, piece by piece, you began to let your guard down.

One evening, as the two of you sat together in a quiet corner of the dormitory, you found yourself telling him about your childhood—about your mother’s warnings and your own stubborn idealism.

“I guess she was right,” you said with a bitter laugh. “I’ve always been too soft for my own good.”

Dae-ho shook his head, his expression thoughtful. “I think you’re stronger than you realize,” he said. “It takes strength to hold on to who you are in a place like this.”

His words stayed with you long after the conversation ended, echoing in your mind as you lay in the dark, surrounded by the sounds of restless sleep.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you began to feel a flicker of hope.

Maybe—just maybe—you weren’t as alone as you thought.

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo being put into a situation where there is absolutely no fighting, just verbal manipulation and perception games, would be amazing to witness. We see a lot in the series how good he is at subterfuge and how he uses his perception to manipulate to great effect, so it’d be so cool to really see it put to the test even more.

Manipulation is one of the most effective tactical strategies of all time, so just imagine Leo putting this skillset of his to the full test. Imagine the boys slowly get up to busting bigger and more powerful criminals, including those with networks of crime under their belt, and a simple fight isn’t enough to take them down. For criminals like this, Leo’s skills in subterfuge would be deadly.

[sweetie-peaches]

Based on the notes of my other post it is so cool just how branding lifesteal is as a server. It’s something to be afraid of because how it changes you

What other servers had someone find an exploit so so powerful that he could become effectively become a god

What other servers have members so, so powerful that one player potentially has 100+ hearts stored up because he’s that strong.

I’ve always wondered what lifesteal is narratively. And seeing perspectives/reactions of other chatters and cubitos in the realm smp to it makes me wonder so much more.

There must be a mark of lifesteal, something to make it known what they are. If not how their brains are rewired from the bottom up

[stupidsexygrizzop]

naddpod is absolutely the best in the game as far as dnd podcasts go and they just keep getting better. genuinely if you listen to actual plays and haven't picked up naddpod yet give it a try

[edmunderson]

@yin-shimo 's newest hair means i can finally make my favorite cyberpunk oc :')

[binary-bird]

20 Hold the Line - Tom Morello, grandson 52 What You're Made Of - Arrested Youth

[royalarchivist]

It's been six months since Forever called Phil "Philza senpai" and got a (virtual) kiss.