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visionsofmagic · 17 hours ago

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THE SPOTLIGHT: lights, camera, action!

rockstar!ryomen & manager!reader & actor!gojo

opening • “you have no other option.”

summary: being the youngest heir of gojo clan, gojo satoru is needed a certain individual to make him reach to the top among other powerful actors and the most suitable candidate happens to be you; whose name can be heard in most of well-known rocker ryomen sukuna’s songs.

additional tags: (a) brat!satoru, ex!sukuna, au, (b) mature content, 18+, mdni, so much slow burn, enemies to lovers (kinda), brat taming, egotistical behavior, cursing, slow updates, friends to lovers, lovers to strangers, exes, jealousy, class wars, toxic behaviors.

a/n: i don't know how but this au fic helped me to rise up from writer block to the point that i began to write day and night! hope finally finish a series because i love this idea and want to make you read it too. hope u enjoy! have fun cuties. also please ignore language errors because i haven't written for a long time.

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It was not on her list to be called at 2 a.m. by her boss, who has zero respect for any person under his company. The night was cold despite being in the summer season, her body temperature was low, and she just wanted to have a good sleep after she had the worst week of her career period.

“Boss?” She asked, curious about the reason for the midnight call. “Get up, pack your things, and come to Tokyo right away. Daniel waits for you at your door. He will bring you to my office tomorrow afternoon,” Between his nonstop speeches, she tried to say something to make him realize that she was having a hard time processing what was going on.

“Boss, I can’t catch up. What are you trying to say?” She heard a red breathing from the other side of the line; a hint to her that there was a problem.

“Just come here. Sakura messed things up, and you’re needed here immediately. Don’t make me wait,” He waited for a second for his words to hit her directly, making her understand it. Then he added before hanging up the phone, “And don’t forget that this is your last chance to prove yourself to me, Mister.”

And with that, her night started with the last warning.

“Oh my,” She said, palming her face, “What did I get myself into this time?”

Indeed, it was a disaster that she got herself into; a disaster caused by someone else but needed to be fixed by her. How could she be so lucky to have the best opportunity of her life at the worst time possible? She just went through a lot to fix her own issues at hand, and now, before her red as hell boss, she needs to fix Sakura’s problem.

“You see,” Her boss begins, “She had a perfect plan to go into the heart of ADEN, conquer it inside, and bring it to us, but she sucked because of how stupid she thinks!” He was angrier than she could have imagined. She only knew some details from Mei-Mei who is in charge of all the agents in the company to keep them on track for the boss.

Mei-Mei said that Sakura began to focus on the money too much that she forgot about the actor she was working for and sold his secrets to the magazine. Mei-Mei didn’t mention Sakura’s current situation, but from the way she talked about it, including the way she mocked Sakura about how she wanted to be a new Mei-Mei but sucked, it wasn’t any good apparently. So, now y/n is sitting on the couch, looking at Mei-Mei, feeling a bit confused.

“I get it, boss,” She says when the boss keeps silent. “She did wrong to you,” Mei-Mei sent an eye to her, “Uhm, to us,” She fixed herself, earning a nod from her, “But why am I here for?” The boss nodded, walking around his table only to stand in front of y/n, hands crossed on his chest, looking serious and calm now.

“You need to fix it.”

“Fix what exactly?” She wasn’t a side chick to make her mess righteous, no, she needed something more than that.

“You know exactly what to fix, y/n, don’t play tough act and accept it without questioning.” Y/n shifted on her couch, starting to feel a burning sensation in her chest. “I am not responsible for her messy behaviour and I will not -“

“Oh no, you certainly will.” The boss cut her off, going back to his chair slowly while talking, “You know you have no other choice, right? You missed your chance at least a couple of times; you made me lose a lot of money too. Do I need to remind you any of that?”

Son of a bitch! She cursed inside her head; anger boiling inside with a mix of concern because even though he was an ass, he was right; she messed up too – deeply. It wasn’t as bad as what Sakura did but it wasn’t any good either. She looks at Mei-Mei for support, but she only looks tired of the conversation, wanting to go back to work. So, she has no support either. With that, she just accepts defeat in her own way.

“Then, make it worth my own me, boss,” She says, acting confident as ever because she knows how the boss can’t lose her, especially not now. “You know me well enough.” Like she knows him, too. Her boss smiled, a hint that she did well, “You are a sharp one, indeed you are. So, I will let it slide until,” He put a few documents on her side of the table, hand staying a few more seconds until he finishes his sentence, “You achieve the goal I am giving to you as a way to prove yourself to the company - to me. You get it?”

She nods, already looking at the documents, waiting for her to pick them up and read every word in them; the starting point of her new mission - her opportunity. With that, her boss leaves the rest to Mei-Mei, the part she enjoys so much as she drags y/n to her car, explaining everything one by one, earning curious glances from co-workers in the office.

“You are so so so lucky you have no idea!” Mei-Mei starts, sounding as if she has so much fun and y/n tries to keep her pace both physically and mentally. “It looks like a punishment I know, but it is not, believe me. You got a golden bird on your head right now, and guess what that bird is called in our world?” She asks as she sits on the back side of the car, patting her side seat for y/n to sit. She waits for y/n’s answer patiently, watching her to get comfortable – finally, as it seems after such long wait, and turning Mei-Mei while holding the documents that are waiting to be opened.

“What?”

Mei-Mei points to the papers, “Just look and see it yourself, baby.”

She listens to her, opening the papers with a mix of curiosity and redness. And then it hits – like a car which hits a rabbit in the middle of the night and at an empty road; shocking and something that will happen one time in a life. “You gotta be kidding me!” She says, her mouth speaks faster than her mind, and a bold, big, shining name is written on the top paper – Gojo Satoru.

A FEW HOURS LATER

“I will not do it!” She says, rolling her eyes, “I can’t do it.”

“I don’t understand you,” Choso says, rubbing his back hair shyly, as if he’s afraid of being the target of y/n’s rage. “Didn’t you tell me that you want a life-me job? A big one? Isn’t he kind of someone, uhm, I don’t know – important?” He adds. Even though he has no idea about pr area, even he knows who Gojo Satoru is. Of course, he doesn’t know it fully – not like y/n do anyway because if he did know it entirely, he would understand why she was freaking out – unlike her normal behaviour when she has these kinds of opportunities.

She knows it though – oh, how good she knows it too! Gojo fucking Satoru – the playboy himself who only cares about one thing – himself!

He is everywhere and anywhere at the same time; it’s like he plays with the industry with his bare hands. One day, he is all over the news with his big achievements, awards, videos, speeches, etc., while in other day he’s on his corner and only those who have luck can take a pick of what he’s doing, where he is, and so on. But wherever happens, winning 5 awards at the same damn night or throwing a God knows what type of a party, there is a truth that in every situation he is in – he doesn’t care! He’s sky high all the time, even when he is surrounded by countless girls and boys.

And that’s why she can’t do it! She can bring someone from lowest to highest, help another reach fame with only one Project, fuck, she even can make a young clueless actor a five-star one, but not this – not Gojo Satoru, who changes pr agents as if they’re some shoe pairs. There is no info about it openly, but since she is so good at what she is doing, she knows too much about the top ten actors of the industry – it is her job. But a reckless, naughty, disobedient actor is not her job – or until today, it wasn’t.

While she is talking to herself about the whole thing, Choso decides to help her by calming her down first. So, he touches her arms, making her stop in her tracks inside the common room. Then, he makes her sit on the couch, sitting beside her, holding her hands and smiling, “Y/n, I will be honest with you. I don’t understand anything what you’re saying but I know one thing,” He pokes her nose, “You are the best agent I have ever known and you can do whatever you want – damn, you can even go to the space and bring an alien and then boom, he is the biggest star of the universe.”

She looks at him for a second before bursting into a happy laugh; her chest goes back to normal, her heart beats calmly, her hand shaking stops and her mind comes back to itself slowly as she laughs, holding Choso’s hands back. “You are such a big baby, you know that, right?”

She rolls her eyes, poking Choso’s nose back, “And you’re such a liar! But I will take them because I get what you mean, Choso. I appreciate it, really.” Without knowing it, she comes back to normal again.

Their little talk is interrupted by a call from her Mei-Mei. After taking a deep breath, she answers the call, nodding Choso who leaves to go to work. “Yes?”

“Are you ready to meet him now?”

“Not really. It would be better if I had another day to prepare. I couldn’t read his entire portfolio.”

“Great!” Mei-Mei nearly screams in excitement. “Get your ass the in car, I am waiting outside. You can read it on the way to the clan.” She finishes with a cute voice.

“What do you mean by the clan?!” Before y/n asks more, the phone hangs up. Looking at the screen of it, y/n curses, “Fuck!”

AFTER THE RIDE

At the end of the ride, y/n’s mind is filled with different topics and information about the clan itself. Mei-Mei mentions so many things about the clan, but she never says Gojo Satoru’s name. As if the boss wants y/n to have a harder time figuring out everything by herself only.

“Mei,” she says, looking at the most expensive-looking clan estate after such a long time. The last time she had seen something like that was the Fushiguro estate, which is combined with the Itadori clan’s estate. “How powerful they are?” Y/n is certain they have the wealth she can never imagine, not with her salary at least. She just doesn’t know their entire influence on the country and internationally. She knows the clan’s hands are everywhere, from business life to cinema, yet they never show off their current influence. Maybe they are afraid of something – or someone? Who knows.

“I don’t know,” Oh, Mei-Mei doesn’t know either, and y/n can swear she hides something too with the way she moves – not entirely impressed by the estate. She seems like she has come here for more than y/n thinks. “They just – powerful baby. That’s all you should know,” For the first time, Mei-Mei looks at her with such seriousness that y/n furrows, listening carefully, “Powerful enough to not care about anything in the entire world except one thing,” Mei-Mei shows her forefinger right in front of y/n’s face, “Reputation.”

It’s a fact – and a warning at the same time.

Y/n realizes what Mei-Mei tries to say under her hidden words: Do not ever mess with them. They will never care about anything, not even you, and being an agent for their golden bird, Gojo Satoru, doesn’t change it at all. You just need to fix the issue and leave. If you can’t - use their lust for reputation.

Thanks to knowing Mei-Mei for at least 6 years now, from her teenage years when she met with Mei, y/n trusts her words – both direct and hidden ones.

“C’mon”, Mei says, smiling to herself as she begins to walk to the front door where a woman waits for them. “We have an important meeting.”

Y/n looks at the main building of the estate for a second before taking a deep breath and starting to walk – getting her confidence back like a flash; she can’t mess this up – not this time.

When the woman takes them to the common room, y/n’s eyes can’t focus on only one thing because, unlike the outside of the building, which just has a normal view with a normal , rich-looking garden, the inside has much more – more expensive artifacts, ornaments, decorations with a traditional effect. Also, the back side of the building shows the sun directly, giving a sense of a building from the past times of Tokyo.

From first glance, y/n understands that the clan respects their traditions, but how come they let a man do whatever he wants is a question.

“Y/n?”

A familiar voice asks the moment they go inside the common room with traditional furnishings: one big couch, four small ones, and a big table in the middle; a dragon vase on it, shining with its golden color. However, y/n just focuses on the owner of the voice – belonging to someone she has seen as a close friend in the past.

“Suguru?” She asks, pupils widening, a longing smile on the corner of her lips as she feels a sense of nostalgia.

Suguru just smiles wider, walking towards y/n for a hug with his open arms and not a single care about the rest of the room.

“Come here,” he says, hugging y/n lightly as if he doesn’t know how y/n feels about the situation. But contrary to what he expects, y/n hugs him back, stepping out of her business manner for a moment. “Long time no see. Missed you.”

“Yes,” she says, smiling. The deep breath she didn't realize she was holding leaves her body, giving peace in return. Was she that tense? It’s like she is a rookie once again, with little knowledge yet a brave heart and unbreakable determination. “I’ve missed you, too.”

A fake cough comes from the other side. They break the hug and look at Mei-Mei, who gives her hand to Suguru with a big smile, “Mei-Mei, second top manager of the Kyoto Company.”

“Geto Suguru, an actor.” He introduces himself gently, even though he doesn’t need to.

After a shared glance, Mei-Mei asks, “So, where is the honored host we came to see?”

Geto smiles shyly at y/n and Mei-Mei before turning to the corner of the room and screaming, “Hey!”

Looking in that direction, y/n sees a person nearly lying on a small couch with his tall figure, probably half-sleeping and having an open newspaper on his entire face.

When Geto excuses himself to go wake him up, y/n looks at Mei-Mei with an angry look, “Is he the fuck*ng Gojo Satoru?!”

“Shhhh! Keep your voice lower, we don’t know who can hear and who can’t!” They begin to talk silently – well, as silent as they can while Geto pokes at Gojo’s shoulder hard enough to give bruises to someone.

“F*ck!” Y/n curses under her breath, looking mad because she doesn’t want to babysit a grown ass man – well, he seemed older than she had expected. “If I wanted to look for a baby, I wouldn’t do all these shits and find one! A real one even -”

“Y’n look at me,” Mei says, holding her arms, “You need to calm down. Do you really want to do this in front of them? I thought you were not a rookie anymore or did I make a mistake and saw you as an equal to me?” She adds one more thing before turning to other two, a disbelief and concern on her face, “Did you give up from your revenge that easily? Did you forget about them?”

Her words hit y/n like a hurricane, making her stand right there while Mei- Mei introduces herself to Gojo Satoru, who just woke up – a background voice to her because her ears are ringing, her vision is blurry, and her mind is somewhere else.

“Do you really thing you can do shit?” A laugh with poison in it. “You are nothing! Do you hear me? You are nothing but a garbage! No one will ever remember your name in a month – You will vanish in thin air and that name you wanted to see on billboards will have no meaning -”

“Hey,” a deep voice cuts the memories in an instant, waking her up this time. Blinking a few times, she looks at him. “What’s your name?”

Y/n is shaking, and she is certain the man before her can see it, but he doesn’t make a comment, and y/n doesn’t care about it either because after a heartbeat, it vanishes as if it never happened. “Y/n,” She says, smiling widely because now she remembers why she is here, “L/n Y/n, Mr. Gojo.”

And finally, they look at each other clearly – as clear as an empty road after the rain in summer.

As Gojo examines her shamelessly, she does the same – a silent agreement between them to understand the situation clearly.

Seeing him the first time in real life makes her realize why all the girls and boys are over him – billboards can’t show his beauty fully, screen can’t display his handsomeness entirely and not even a camera can capture his unique looks which are mesmerizing; a white hair, flawless skin, a face like a sculptor created and those eyes – God, did he stole the sky and put them into his eyes? And what soul stays behind these eyes?

F*ck! Is it like this every time he meets with someone? Do they look at him like y/n does right now? - With such curiosity and admiration that even she wants to see it with her own eyes.

And that face mixed with beauty and charisma lights up with a smirk – and with that, y/n comes back to real life, “What? Liked what you see?”

Oh shit! Shit shit shit! She curses, gathering herself and smiling professionally, acting cool, unlike how she acted a few seconds ago, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be in here, would I?”

Gojo Satoru doesn’t seem impressed for a second before saying, after smiling wider at her confident response, “So, you only choose those who are worth looking at?”

He’s cocky, that’s for sure, but she won’t back down either. She indeed looked at him more than she should’ve, yes, but she doesn’t feel guilt doing so. She has to leave a good impression, too. After all, her career is connected to the words under his tongue for now.

“Saying no will make you think again?”

“I know I am worth looking at,” He says after looking at the tight suit she wears for this occasion – professional and characteristic at the same time. “Ms. L/n.”

“Then, you have your answer.”

His one eyebrow rises, studying her face, then he shakes his head. Turning to Geto behind him, he marks his words, “I like this one.”

Oh, y/n thinks, ‘this one’? She smiles inside her head, promising both to herself and Gojo Satoru she thinks, ‘Oh baby, I will make you love this one!’ You will love so much that you will have an inability to change to another pr agent. She will show how she’s good at this game. Golden birth and the wings he will use to fly.

to be continued.

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