Mari

𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸'𝑆 𝐴 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 ＃︎！︎

❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 + 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: headcanons on spending time with your college roommates at the beach. college!jjk, college!au, platonic!reader, the guys are idiots (+ you), nanami regrets everything.

❤︎ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: nanami, toji, choso, geto, and gojo

✉︎ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐱𝐱

- one summer, nanami planned a week long trip to thailand!!

- lemme tell y’all how it went…

- choso got sun burn. . . twice (he has super sensitive skin)

- toji got stung by a jellyfish and gojo totally tried pissing on him

- geto got buried under sand by you and he almost drowned bc of how close to the shoreline y’all were

- two words: endless mimosas

- nanami was working OVERTIME to keep you and gojo away from the water so y’all drunk asses wouldn’t drown

- the housekeeping staff absolutely adored you guys!! shoutout to gojo and them dazzlin eyes

- you guys did soo much shoppin at the local markets and stores!

- gojo dragged you and geto out to one of the island clubs they had

- you definitely made out w some random person

- some local women taught you, nanami, and geto how to make traditional pad woon sen (glass noddle stir-fry)

- choso swam with sharks!!!

- y’all all definitely went snorkeling and nanami totally lost his shit bc a fish swam next to him

- if there’s water games, DO NOT LET THEM NEAR!

- geto and gojo paddle boarded way too far out and got bitched at

- choso will NOT stop going down the water slide

- several parents have complained already

- nanami falls asleep while kayaking and everyone thinks he’s dead of heat stroke so the paramedics came

- toji parasails the whole day and he’s good at it

- which is good but what’s not good is you being stuck on that damn boat w him

- you get some surfboarding lessons from this super hot guy. you totally snuck out to go though.

- likeee crack ass of dawn type shit

- you guys take pottery class together and go on a tour of bangkok

- you, choso, and nanami decide to paint at the beach while the others roam

- it was such a good bonding moment for the three of you

- constant hangovers!!

- these dudes party like they have indestructible livers

- in the end, this was the overall team damage:

- geto and gojo drowned each other

- three times

- geto almost got y’all deported

- gojo got lost for half a day

- choso got lost looking for gojo for half a day

- you literally almost ended up kidnapped had nanami not put air-tags on y’all

- toji lowkey ended up in some beef with the underground fight ring there. all bc he beat the owner’s ass in a street fight

- matching tattoos were a must!! (again)

- on the last day, nanami got stung by a jellyfish (toji was fucking cackling at that mans pain) and that’s when y’all knew it was a wrap

- mans literally came back to japan and took an extended vacation but AWAY from you guys

- you guys definitely go to the beach every summer now

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✉︎ 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬... 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐬

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𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

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Not us nearly getting deported 🙄

𝐼 𝑊𝐴𝑇𝐶𝐻 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵 ＃︎！︎

♘︎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 + 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: simply because my sister asked for a megumi request a year ago and i never did it 💀 fluff, canon-divergent ish, very short

♘︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: megumi x black!reader

[ 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 cafuné 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝒕𝒆𝒌 𝒊𝒕 ]

very few things gave megumi the feeling of being ‘awe’ struck. the life he led and things he did, reduced his naivety to the world around him. but then he met her. the human form of the innocence that he thought he had lost a while ago. megumi found it when her eyes lit up at every angel number she recognized.

it could be found when she would share some of her food with an ever hungry itadori, a laugh escaping her when the boy would tackle her with a hug in appreciation. megumi’s favorite though, was when she would look at him with adoration filled eyes as he brought her out to the roof with him for alone time.

“it’s so beautiful ’gumi.” she breathed, that familiar look of awe overtaking her features.

he could see her eyes flickering beneath the telescope lens, frantically trying to capture every inch of the loitered night sky. the young sorcerer had to hand it to nobara’s nerdy ass. she was actually right about something. the week had been long and draining due to gojo dispatched the four of them onto missions daily. for the first time in his life, megumi felt tired. tired of fighting every day. all he really wanted was to continue seeing that look on her face.

“did you see the orihime boshi? heard it’s supposed to be out by now.” megumi spoke in a low voice, eyes glued to her beautiful body as she continued her search among the stars.

her head couldn’t turn to him fast enough, eyes as big as the moon in reaction to what he casually brought up to her. “‘gumi!!” she whined with a scolding attitude.

the lips he loved to kiss, and was desperate to do so in that moment, turned into a tiny pout that had his heart stutter a bit in rhythm. “what, beautiful?“ truthfully, megumi kept a low and soft tone when speaking with her. to him, she never deserved to hear anything less than softness.

y/n’s cheeks were sucked in a bit to create tiny dimples at the corners of her mouth as she grew flustered at the pet name. y/n thought that megumi was the sweetest man on earth. sweeter than yuuji. which said something, because that boy was tart.

“what if i missed it already?”

megumi smiled softly. god, she’s so silly, he thought with a lovesick mind. didn’t she know he’d move the entire galaxy for her? the jujutsu sorcerer moved from his spot next to her, to stand behind her instead. he felt the goosebumps arise on her skin under the t-shirt she wore that was his hers. his chest was pressed against her back tightly, possessively, and his hands stopped to rest at her waist. the pads of his long fingers rubbed the soft skin on her tummy with ease whilst his face found purchase in the left side of her neck.

“then i’ll just go up into the sky and rearrange the stars for you,” he pressed a kiss into her neck. “sounds good?”

y/n blessed megumi’s ears with the most heavenly sound he’d ever heard as she giggled at his seriousness. “baby, you can’t do that!”

megumi’s grip on her tightened as he tried to pull her impossibly closer to him. “for you, i can do anything.” his proclamation settled deeply in y/n’s heart causing it to beat a little harder.

“i love you, ‘gumi.” she whispered softly, turning her head to look at him from over her shoulder.

“my heart is yours.”

forever.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. this was some beautiful shit.

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Request: Hiii I saw your first Elvis x black!reader and it made me rly happy bc I didn’t see many of them. But if the movie did come out but still. So I was wondering if you were willing to write another but this time the reader was also a famous singer like Elvis and they met after a tour they were both on. And Elvis is like dedicated to see her so he’s asking everyone where her dressing room is. And everything else will be like Y/N ofc but I was wondering if her stage name would either be Black Canary or Honey bee(sweet like honey but stings like a bee🥰) I’d rly appreciate this!! @deitysdream

Warnings: some racial talk (nothing too bad tho)

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THE FIRST NIGHT on tour was always the tensest. Especially when you were touring with several other musicians. You wanted to do well. Better than everyone else on the tour. Elvis always did. He always stole the show, but this time might be more of a challenge.

Honeybee. . . that’s what they called her. Tom Parker had told Elvis that her record was selling very well all over the U.S. Overnight, she had become a superstar much like him; her music filling the streets of Beale Street, but Elvis had yet to hear her sing.

He would finally get the opportunity tonight.

Elvis stood on the side of the stage where he couldn’t be seen by the audience. He was set to perform next, right after you. You stood on the stage, a strapless, white dress, hugging your body tightly. Your lips were pink and shiny with lipstick and you had white eyeshadow. You were stunning.

Everyone else seemed to agree as well because the men’s eyes in the crowd were hungry with lust. Some were whistling at you and others were shouting out dirty remarks. Elvis rolled his eyes at this.

“Hello everybody, I’m Honeybee and this song is called Soft Rain,” You said as the band began playing. You moved your body to the music. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. You began singing, and he could see why they called you Honeybee. Your voice was smooth and sweet, filling the room. People in the crowd began dancing as well.

It seemed like the song was over too soon because you were already walking off the stage. People clapped and hollered.

Elvis performed his song next, but he couldn’t get his mind off you. As the girls in the crowd pawed at him, he imagined you watching him like he was watching you. This motivated him to do the best performance of his career. The room was shaking with how much people were jumping and screaming. He had never seen anything quite like it.

Elvis walked off stage and joined his friends. They were patting him on the back and congratulating him. They walked out the room into the carnival nightlife. Bright lights and fun rides was the complete opposite to the quiet room they were performing in.

“I ain’t never seen you perform quite like that, my boy,” Tom Parker said with a wide smile. “You need to do that everytime you perform. What motivated you to move like that?”

Elvis stayed quiet for a moment, completating whether or not he should tell the truth. “There was a girl.” The words were coming out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

“Ah, a girl?” Tom Parker seemed intrigued. “Not good for your image, but if she inspires you to perform like that, I will allow it. Who is this girl?”

“I haven’t gotten the chance to talk to her yet,” Elvis replied. “We saw her perform before I went on, remember?”

“The colored girl?” His eyes went wide and he didn’t seem too pleased with the idea. “Now, Elvis, you know that you being with those kinds of girls will have you in jail.”

“I know,” Elvis said, sharply.

“Don’t throw away everything you’ve worked for for some girl,” Tom Parker warned, narrowing his eyes. He placed a hand on Elvis’s shoulder. “Alright, my boy?”

“Alright.”

It was not alright. Elvis couldn’t keep his mind off you. It was torture watching you perform then disappear without being able to talk to you. Like clockwork after seeing you perform, Elvis would give the best performance of his life. You were his muse.

And after each show, he would roam the carnivals, looking for you, but it was like you would always disappear.

He had given up. Elvis had decided it wasn’t meant to be because he couldn’t find your dressing room or you anywhere, so there was no point in looking. He leaned against a wall watching as people played the carnival games.

“Had you finally given up?” That all too familiar voice said behind him. Elvis whipped his head around.

There you were in your beautiful silk dress.

“Given up?” He asked, dumbly. He couldn’t think straight. You were standing so close to him, he could smell your perfume. Everything about you was perfect.

“I’ve seen you wandering around the carnival looking for something,” You replied, leaning against the wall as well. One of the straps of your dress was falling off your shoulder, and Elvis couldn’t help but eye it. “So had you given up?”

Elvis let out a low laugh. “The funny thing is, I was looking for you,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “You perform beautifully.”

“I could say the same for you,” You said. “You always have those girls hootin’ and hollerin’.”

“They like the way I move.” Elvis shrugged, but you could tell he was quite proud of himself. Who wouldn’t be? He was a sex symbol for young girls all over the United States.

“Can’t say I blame them.”

Elvis took a tentative step forward, taking in the smell of your perfume once more. He stared intensely into your eyes. “Thank you, mama.”

“No problem, Sugar.” You backed away, walking into the opposite direction. “Wanna go on the Ferris wheel with me?”

Elvis didn’t take any time before following you. A wide smile displayed on his face. Tom Parker wouldn’t be happy with him, but in this moment, he didn’t care. Not one bit.

Cannes Film Festival

Austin Butler x black actress! reader

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genre: smut, tiny bit of fluff

words: 3k

warnings: well…smut, oral f receiving, slight spanking, a manager being annoying as fuck

notes : I loved writing this fic and I hope you will like to read it. I needed to write for Austin since he’s completely clouding my mind since I watched Elvis.

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Cannes Film Festival, an incredible and fancy place where everyone has nice dresses and tuxedos, a view of the beautiful southern French coast, journalists and fans all trying to take a glimpse at the many celebrities here.

You don’t really feel at your place here even if you’re glad to be here, with the big names of the industry. Being a young actress, it’s the first time you’re attending the event, the movie you played in was totally the genre of movie loved in the festival: intense, aesthetically pleasing, a little bit long… You were glad to be the main character in this movie as a black woman, you thought it was a way to show the versatility of black women and how they weren’t always meant to play aggressive, mean characters and conforms to black stereotypes.

The first night of the festival, even if you were tired, having too much spotlight suddenly, your manager begged you to go to the Elvis after-party, saying it will be a perfect occasion to meet new contacts and relieve the stress of the day. After almost 10 minutes of explaining your tiredness to her you understood that she wasn’t going to let you rest in your hotel room so you followed her to La Croisette where the party was at.

“Look at all these people,” she said excitedly, “if we don’t find someone to cast you in all these I don’t know what to do anymore.” She laughed and you forced a smile, clearly annoyed but you didn’t want to act disrespectful.

The party was something, there were a lot of people and you could easily recognize some faces that you already saw on the big screen. However you didn’t feel like talking or even approaching them, maybe because you didn’t feel legit to be in here, you were exhausted and not a very talkative person, so you just decided to take the drink one of the servers offered you, staying away from everyone. You were admiring the pretty landscape of Cannes, wishing you could leave to explore the city. The lights were bright, reflected in the Bay of Cannes.

As you lightly bobbed your head to the music, trying to ease your nerves a little bit, a figure was walking towards you with a little smile and you wanted nothing more than to disappear in the crowd of fake smiles and hypocritical laughs.

Shaking crying and throwing up 🥹 I just- loved it

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EVERYONE WHO CAME to Club Handy was there to escape something. Even Mr. Presley himself, but it still surprised you seeing the famous musician walk in with B.B. King, and he looked absolutely beautiful.

Your friend, Vicki, shook your shoulder excitedly. “Isn’t he that famous white boy everybody and they mama been talkin’ about?”

You didn’t respond for a good minute. “I think so.” You downed another shot of bourbon, ignoring the burning sensation it gave you. “Ignore, Mr. Presley. Let’s dance.”

And that you did, moving your body, letting the music guide you. The club was filled with people hollering and singing, making it feel electric. While dancing, Vicki grabbed your arm and whispered to you, “That white boy is makin’ eyes at you.” She subtly motioned to his direction.

Your eyes shot up towards him and soon enough, you caught him staring. He seemed entranced by you, looking you up and down as you continued to move.

Finally, he noticed that you had seen him. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. He seemed embarrassed.

“Girl, you better make a move,” Vicki encouraged.

“I don’t know. I’m not too keen on being seen with him,” you replied. “Imagine the outrage.”

“We’re at Club Handy. You’re don’t have to worry about nothin’.”

You ignored her words and headed to the bar, needing another drink. You leaned against the cold wood. “Can I have a shot of whiskey?”

The bartender complied, pouring the whiskey. “That’ll be —”

“Don’t worry about it. I got it covered,” a deep voice rang behind you. You turned around and once again locked eyes with Elvis. He was holding a couple of bills.

“You don’t need to do that, Mr Presley,” you reassured. “I can take care of myself.”

“Never said you couldn’t,” he replied, smiling softly. “Just let me pay for it.”

“I don’t want to have to owe you.” Elvis stared at you for a couple of moments. His blue eyes were absolutely beautiful. He smile only got wider.

“Then how about this,” he started, placing the money on the bar. “If I pay for this drink, you dance with me for a couple of songs and we’re even.”

“I don’t know about that Mr. Presley,” you said. “People will talk.”

“Let them.”

You wanted to refuse, but he was just too handsome to resist. You downed the whiskey. “Alright then.”

You could’ve sworn your heart was beating outside of your chest as the two of you danced. Feeling his skin against your skin felt like utter euphoria. His hair was wet with sweat and his eyes were dark with eyeliner. He stared at you like you were the only girl on earth.

He grabbed your hips and pressed you up against him. His breath was hot and it sent shivers down your spine. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I see why everybody thinks you’re quite the heartthrob, Mr Presley,” you whispered. Your eyes looked at his pretty pink lips, watching as they curled into a smile, and it took every bit of strength you had not to kiss him.

“Mama, I wouldn’t call myself a heartthrob,” he said. “Can you tell me your name?”

You tilted your head, slightly. “I don’t give strangers my name.”

His grip on your waist tightened. He licked his lips and his eyes were hungry. “You think of me as a stranger, baby?”

The last word made you weak in the knees. “I’m afraid I do.”

He leaned closer, his forehead pushed against yours. He chuckled lowly. “Would a stranger do this?”

And he kissed you. Long and hard. Everything around went quiet and it was just you two. You completely forgot about the watchful eyes of everybody around you. You even ignored the bright flashes and loud noises of cameras clicking. His lips were soft and they perfectly fit against yours.

By the time he pulled away, you were breathing heavily. You had forgotten about the need to breathe. “Can I have your name now, mama?”

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