I’ve watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat. Do you know what that does to someone after centuries? Could our mission have been a mistake? Are we really helping these people build a better world? We’re just like the soldiers down there: pawns to their leaders, blinded by loyalty.
Barry Keoghan as Druig in ETERNALS (2021) dir. Chloé Zhao
Only by my depression
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“It was an important story-point to have those two different types of martial arts styles sung throughout the journey of Shang-Chi in this movie. One style is obviously from his mother, and then the other, more forceful traditional martial arts style is from his dad.” - Destin Daniel Cretton
SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS (2021)
Playing the Marble Game with JJK men
Characters: Gojo, geto, toji, sukuna x gn! Reader
Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I’m without you
I need you here to stay
Note. Was watching squid game, e6 broke my heart. Here, have a Jjk x squid game. Wanted to do a Nanami one but got lazy.
REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!!
Warnings. Angst, tears, age gap (mentioned) in toji’s, canon typical violence, character deaths.
“As long as you have me, we’ll win.” A cheeky grin was stretched on his face when he had said that, snowy hair waving softly.
Now, after the announcement, a hopeless gasp left his parted lips,“Look at them, playing like children.” When he glanced at you, he didn’t see any scorn at the injustice. Instead, you had a peaceful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you watched the other players desperately trying to survive. He had nothing to say, sitting down with legs spread on the stairs beside you,“How about we end the game in one round?” Azure eyes flicked to your face,“All or nothing. A simple bet.” He watched you fiddle with the tiny bag of marbles and agreed. Satoru only agreed because he had no other idea, how could he? He can never play against you knowing what happens to the losers.
“What are we playing?”
“Why are you in such a hurry?” You tease,“We’re playing just one round. And we’ve time left.” You glance at the clock,“Let’s wait till the end.”
“What are we gonna do before then?”
“Talk. About stuff we’ve never told anyone before.” You sigh with a heavy heart,“One of us will be taking the secrets to their grave after all. So it won’t matter.” He flashed a forced smile, fate is cruel. Time passed by in a blink before only ten minutes were left. During the game, he rolls the marble on the sand. It didn’t hit the wall but did travel quite a distance. When you dropped yours at your feet, Satoru couldn’t take it anymore,“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you win.” Glassy eyes look up at agonized blue ones,“Play properly.” He begs, refusing to believe this is the end.
“This was the deal, Satoru.” Pushing you up against the wall, his hand crushes the collar of your jacket,“I told you I’ll make sure you win-” He rests his forehead on yours, eyes closed to contain tears.
“We.” You correct,“You promised we’ll win.” Blinking away your tears, you try to steady your voice,“So, win this for me, ‘kay?” Rising on your tip toes, you peck his lips,“Because your win is my win.” You mumble against his lips before handing him your tiny crystals.
Satoru didn’t look back when he heard the gun shot because if he did, he’d not survive the guilt. Walking forward, he only hopes that Suguru made it.
“Together, we make a pretty good team, eh?” He breaks the silence that settled between you both after the announcement,“Hey, tell you what. We’ll play the guess game.” He suggests,“This way both of us will have a fair chance.”
You agreed because in your time here, you had come to trust him more than anyone. Suguru and you had become close in the past few days and he could read you like an open book. So it was no surprise that he saw through all of your moves. After the last round, you looked at all 20 marbles on your palm,“Why did you suggest it?” You grit, realizing that he did it intentionally.
“Because I couldn’t live knowing I let you die.” His eyes don’t crinkle at this smile.
“You’re selfish.” Holding the small sparkling balls in your hands, you push at his chest,“What about me, huh? You want me to live with your blood on my hands?” Your hurt condensed into salty drops that slid down your cheeks,“I hate you.” Wrapping you in a hug, he breathes a “I’m sorry,” In your hair,“You need to be alive to hate me.”
He died with a smile while you won with a tear stained face.
“So we playing against each other.” You look up to see him leaning against the wall, green eyes focused on the bag in his palm. A single hum in your response, followed by a sigh,“Toji I don’t wanna play against you.”
His lips turn up on the scarred corner,“Tell ya’ what. I’ll give you all my marbles if you give me a kiss.”
“This isn’t a joke.” A huge hand is placed on your shoulder,“Y/n, you’re still young.” The older man starts,“I’ve lived my life gambling, never been in control of it.” He squeezes the tensed muscle softly,“Let me have this, hmm? Gonna go out with a bang.”
“Literally.” He scoffs but you don’t smile at his attempt at what he considered a joke. Rough fingers curl under your chin, tilting your face up gently,“So, give me a kiss and I’ll die a happy man.” His grin that usually sends your heart in a flurry, has your heart clenching now,“I don’t want to be the reason you die.” Your lips quiver from the stress of the situation,“I’ll be going out on my terms, y/n.” He states before leaning forward to press his lips on yours. Kissing him back, you pour all your emotions into the liplock. Soon his hands engulf your small ones,“Win this fucking game and live a long happy life, hmm?” For the first time you see Toji smiling, not a smirk or teasing grin but a genuine smile and it’s at his dying breath.
“So,” You start, “So.” The tattooed man repeats,“What do you suggest we do?”
“Guessing game sounds better than whatever the hell they’re doing.” Pointing at the others playing, Sukuna states. You sigh, he’s right. You’d rather do this in a less immature way.
Holding your marbles within your fist, you both begin the rounds. As time goes by, your palms get full while your opponent’s get emptier. With only one marble left, Sukuna grits his teeth,“Sukuna,” You place your hand on his trembling forearm. He’s literally shaking with anger, face pulled into a snarl,“There must be other duos who are undecided.” You bit your lip at his words,“Maybe they’ll arrange a dual match with them.” A part of you is unsure but if it means you both can make it, you’d take the chance. A gun shot ringing in the corner cuts your conversation short,“Player 414, eliminated.”
“Till then, you hold onto this, hmm?” Handing you his last marble, he took off his shirt. Ripping the hem to make a makeshift necklace, he handed you the bag tied at the center of the rag,“This way you won’t lose 'em.” His hands rest on your shoulders for a bit, a conflicted look swirling in his eyes,“Meet me here in five.”
“Sukuna, I found two-” The words die on your tongue when you notice that said man’s gone. Pulling off the bag, stone chips fill your palms while sadness filled your heart at the betrayal. Sukuna had his vices, he’s rough around the edges but he stood up for you in here, helped you in the previous games. So, you trusted him, maybe a bit too much. You would’ve died for him if he asked but this? Your vision blurred with water from the shock before you heard the bang of the gun.
Sukuna shuddered at the shot, fists balled at his sides. That night, he couldn’t sleep. In the dark quite, he felt the weigh of his actions. His brain’s first mechanism was survival and now he regretted it. For the first time in a long time, he felt his eyes burn, warm wetness staining his tattooed cheeks. He didn’t deserve to win this game anymore.
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