┊.˚🪩 ༘┊͙ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ;
↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.
pairing: fem!reader x satoru gojo
tags: smau/partially written; actor/actress!au, fuckboy!gojo, jjk is a live-action show in this au, fluff/angst/humor
length: 1/??
note: AAAAAAAAA im a sucker for fake dating, actor au trope. enjoy besties! <3
taglist details: CURRENTLY CLOSED !!
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[disclaimer: the way the reader is portrayed is just for the reason of style/posing! this is not what the reader looks like (she should look like however you’d like her to!) just wanted to clarify!! <;3]
PROFILES
↳ y/n's besties
↳ gojo's group
↳ others
ONE – hold on, i'm dating who?
TWO – the deal
THREE – he will be a pain in the ass
FOUR – satoru, don’t be a whore
FIVE – act like you like her
SIX – meeting and matching hoodies
SEVEN – exclusive! satoru gojo’s party
EIGHT – interrupted movie night
NINE – angus disapproves
TEN – the interview
ELEVEN – it’s giving jealousy
TWELVE – breaking out
THIRTEEN – besties united
FOURTEEN – good night, loser
FIFTEEN – the audition
SIXTEEN – try again?
SEVENTEEN – sleepover
EIGHTEEN – sugar daddy
NINETEEN – we’re booked!
TWENTY – lego flowers
TWENTY & A HALF – friends?
TWENTY ONE – in denial
TWENTY TWO – invitations sent!
TWENTY THREE – i’m literally home
TWENTY FOUR – roommativersary party pt. 1
TWENTY FIVE – roommativersary party pt. 2
─ BONUS – maki and shoko's texts after the party
─ BONUS – texts from shoko and suguru to gojo
TWENTY SIX – two months later…
TWENTY SEVEN – new character unlocked
TWENTY EIGHT – get her a grammy
─ BONUS – y/n's texts with suguru
TWENTY-NINE – sleepovers n skincare
THIRTY – let’s be honest…
THIRTY-ONE – coming to terms
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anime love island . . .
group a enters the villa
Welcome to A-Love Island, the only show that has 60 cameras hidden in a massive villa that manages to only have one dog house bed and two day beds. For the next two months the luxury villa will be called home to a load of sexy singles who are here to find love. And fifty grand. Our casting team has truly outdone themselves by finding people you would never imagine together in one room who look absolutely radiant standing in a moving jeep. Let’s see how well they’ve done.
The roar of a jeep against dirt road cruises through the Spanish countryside and eventually comes to a slow halt in front of a sprawling villa with a heart shaped arch in front of a stone paved path. Gravel crunches beneath the Jeep tires as the camera pans to a man with snow white hair falling against his forehead and black sunglasses resting at the bridge of his nose to reveal his piercing blue eyes. He climbs out of the jeep with a sparkling grin on his face, his dark blue button down shirt with dark green pothos leaf print in the fabric waves in the hot wind, white cargo shorts flexing against his legs as he walks to the villa. His tan skin gleams beneath the sun due to a light sheen of sweat as he walks through the villa out to the back lawn; a small ‘wow’ passes his lips.
“Am I the first one here?” He asks himself, the mic ruffling against his shirt as he walks around and guffaws when he finds he’s the first person in the villa.
“Yes, the champagne is all mine, pour myself a glass of bubbly,” The man beelines to the champagne bottle and flutes; gripping it to pop it open.
An outtake appears away from the villa. The studio Gojo stands in has a lollipop background with three rows of screens displaying pictures of himself rolling up and down like a film strip. In between each row has three foot wide displays of the lollipop background, while Gojo sits on a stool in front of it, head over his shoulder admiring his pictures.
“I’m kind of sexy, wouldn’t you say?” He says through a laugh.
“Hi my name is Gojo Satoru, I’m 28, I’m from Tokyo, and I’m a teacher,” He smiles into the camera.
“People would describe me as annoying, really annoying, and personable. I can admit I can be annoying but that’s just cause I don’t take things seriously. Life is so serious as it is and I don’t want to be someone that brings a rain cloud on my own day by being so serious. It’s all jokes around here,” Gojo laughs towards the end, the camera pans to him doing a few quirky poses before flexing his muscles into the camera.
“I don’t have a type, and I know a lot of people say they don’t have a type but they have one but I really do not have a type. All birds are 100% welcome to graft with me, the more the merrier. I do have a wandering eye though, I’ve not been able to commit to anybody in the past eight years aka my last relationship. My last relationship lasted for a really long time, and the break up was in front of a KFC. It didn’t get me down, I just avoided KFC’s altogether,” a record scratches while Gojo laughs, “I’m kidding. Kind of.”
“I’m looking to find love in the villa, someone who can deal with all the stupid shit I get up to and who won’t trap me in a box. I just hope I can find someone who can keep up with me,” Gojo does one more pose while his laugh plays over his name appearing on screen again.
Back in the villa, Gojo popped the bottle and the champagne foam overflows over the sides of the bottle making him laugh as it spills onto the pavement of the outdoor kitchen. He pours it into the champagne flute, looking around the villa muttering beneath his breath to compliment how beautiful everything is.
“Hello?” A voice calls out, startling the man with the white hair to turn around and see a brunette with matching floppy hair.
His eyes are amber brown, and a friendly smile graces his lips. He’s in a white button down shirt, buttons open to reveal his chest that isn’t as sculpted as Gojo but it’s lithe and toned. He’s in orange swim trunks and sandals.
“Hi! I’m Gojo and you are?” Gojo says, approaching the other man to grab his hand and give it a bro shake, the other man hesitates before chuckling and reciprocates the hand shake.
“I’m Dazai, sorry, I’m not really acquainted with the handshake,” Dazai says, Gojo snorts.
“Dude, no worries, I’ll teach you over a glass of champagne,” Gojo says and Dazai snorts in return.
“Don’t think the champagne will help me retain knowledge but sure,” Dazai replies and they both laugh.
Dazai stares at his pictures back in the filming studio, then turns to look at the camera.
“Let’s just get on with the introduction. It's odd to see so many pictures of myself,” Dazai jokes. Dazai does a few poses before he begins to speak.
“I’m Osamu Dazai, I’m 22, I’m from Tokyo, and I’m a private detective. I’d say I’m a little dramatic, funny, annoying, and super cute. I don’t have the serious personality type that people expect for my job, and maybe that’s what makes me so good at it. I’m always at my best because I make everything fun, but I know when it’s time to be serious.”
Dazai does a few more poses, smiling into the camera with a book in hand he slams shut.
“I’ve never been in a long term relationship, but not for what you think. I want a serious commitment that most people aren’t willing to give me so it always ends up being a fling since I don’t want to waste my time. With that being said, I don’t have a type. Of course I want someone easy on the eyes to match my own cuteness, but I’m looking for someone to love me until we die. I want a commitment that will last forever, and I can only hope I can find it in this villa.” Dazai’s introduction ends with his smile and head tipped to the side with a book in hand.
Gojo and Dazai cheers to being the first two people in the villa, Dazai takes a sip while Gojo takes a gulp.
“So what are you looking for?” Gojo asks Dazai, who shrugs.
“I kind of don’t want a knobhead but I want someone so seriously invested in me that we take til death do us part literally,” Dazai says, Gojo’s eyes widened.
“I bet you make jokes about dying all the time then, huh?” Gojo asks, Dazai laughs.
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“Gut feeling.”
Dazai and Gojo drink their champagne in silence, Gojo already refilling his cup.
“Isn’t this place beautiful, I can’t wait to walk around the damn place,” Gojo says through a grin and sets the bottle down, Dazai agrees.
“I’m excited to take a swim, it’s so hot out.” Dazai says, wind blowing his open shirt.
“Hello!” A deeper voice calls out, making both men turn to look at the man with black hair, framing his face but not as long as the other two. It’s neat and stops just below his earlobe at its longest point. His eyes are a brown color with purple hues in them. The man’s adorned in a red Hawaiian shirt, exposing his faint trace of abs into his tanned skin, black shorts snug against his legs.
“Hi, come get some champagne,” Gojo offers while Dazai greets the other man in suit.
The black haired man makes his way into the outdoor kitchen and out to the deck where they stand at the outdoor bar, Dazai taking it upon himself to pour the other man a glass.
“It’s fucking hot isn’t it, I’ve been feigning for a drink,” The man says.
Guren fixes his shirt and gives a glance back at his pictures in the studio on the wall. He takes a brief moment before turning to face the cameras with a soft sigh.
“I look like an asshole in majority of those,” someone in the crew laughs before Guren does a few quirky poses he’s directed to do.
“Hi I’m Guren Ichinose, I’m 24, I’m from Tokyo, and I run my family’s business. People have described me as cold, compassionate, sarcastic, broody, I think I’m just quiet honestly,” Guren cracks a smile, “and a dick. I just don’t put up with stupid shit, really. I’m blunt and if I don’t like something or somebody I’ll give it to them straight. I carry that mentality everywhere I go and I’ll carry it in here, I’m here to accomplish something not dick around with someone I don’t connect with,” Guren does a shrug into the camera, followed by a few more poses.
“I’ve been in one relationship, it ended eight years ago. I won’t lie to you and say it didn’t bring me down because it was tragic. They were someone I thought I’d spend my life with and they transformed into someone entirely new overnight. So since then I haven’t really looked for love but now that I am, I don’t have a type? I think what stops me from finding love is my own personality so I honestly think I need someone entirely opposite of me,” Guren laughs into the camera.
In the villa Guren raises his glass to cheers the other two men, all of them cheering as they take a sip of the bubbly. Guren’s head turns to take a look around and Gojo hums.
“So how old are you both? I’m 28,” He starts, Dazai sets the glass down on the table.
“22,” He says.
“24,” Guren chimes in.
“Oh shit I’m the oldest one I hate that,” The other two men chuckle quietly before their conversation gets paused by the sound of footsteps approaching.
They turn to look at the tallest man of the three with dyed red hair in loose curls down to the back of his neck and walks into the kitchen. He’s the only one not wearing a shirt, white board shorts expose most of his legs with sandals on. His eyes are golden brown and he only offers a friendly wave.
“Hi everyone,” He calls out, footsteps getting closer to the other men.
“Hey! What’s your name?” Gojo calls out, quickly pouring another glass of champagne.
“Hisoka.”
Hisoka takes a seat on the stool, the producer from behind the camera asks if he likes the pictures of himself. Hisoka laughs and nods.
“They’re so good I don’t even have to look,” He comments through a smirk.
He transitions through a few quirky poses before he’s sat on the stool again smiling into the camera.
“I’m Hisoka, I’m 29, I’m from Spain, and I am a professional fighter. I absolutely love being a fighter, I think it’s actually a part of who I am. I love fighting, I love winning, I love that power,” It cuts to him flexing his arms before laughing.
“I’ve been described as eccentric, if I’m to word it nicely, smart, mysterious, and a little dramatic. I’m definitely mysterious, I can agree with that one. Nobody really knows anything about me and nobody knows my morals, I keep everything close to my chest.”
“I’ve never been in a relationship, but I've definitely had a lot of passing flings. My body count is too high for me to count. I’m open to anybody looks wise but I want someone who’s powerful and knows what they want in life. Nothing gets me going more than somebody who can, theoretically, beat my ass and put me in my place. No one has ever been able to do that and honestly I think I'd fall in love with them,” He laughs, posing a few times before the show transitions back to the villa.
“So who are all of you?” Hisoka asks, the three men look at each other deciding who’s introducing themselves first.
“I’m Gojo,” Gojo starts.
“I’m Guren.”
“I’m Dazai.”
“Right, so is anyone here older than 29 or am I the oldest?” Hisoka asks, Gojo fist pumps to himself.
“I was just saying how I’m the oldest and I hate that,” He laughs, the other two chuckle and sip their champagne.
“So does anybody have a type? Are we looking for anything in particular or is playing the field more your style?” Dazai asks, genuine curiosity in his tone.
“I know I don’t have a type,” Gojo chimes in, Guren nods in agreement.
“Neither do I, all about personality.”
“Me too, I’m looking for a personality in particular though,” Hisoka chimes in, looking around, “is anyone else coming in?”
I can answer that question for you. Coming in hot from the villa entrance is the one and only, Sakura. Don’t be fooled by her beauty and grace, when she’s here, she means business.
Sakura’s pink hair is visible a few moments later, her heels clicking as she walks in with a flowy white jumpsuit sashaying with every step she takes.
“Hello beautiful group A islanders,” Her voice rings through the villa, the men either cheer or say ‘oh shit’ beneath their breaths.
“Hi Sakura,” They all greet, she stands in the kitchen with a beautiful beaming smile on her lips.
“Let’s all head out to the lawn, shall we?” She asks, waving her arms out to the lawn where all of them walk.
They’re in front of the pool, all four men in a line with their backs facing the pool while Sakura stands in front of them.
“So, are we all here for fun or for love?” She asks, voice cheerful. It’s the equivalent of a thousand suns, how bright her voice is.
“Love,” they all agree in unison, she preens at the answer.
“Lovely, are you excited to meet group B?” She asks, the men cheer.
Stay tuned to meet group b and the first coupling!
Director’s notes: Here’s the first episode segment we got! The little sections that are in italics and indented out are the show’s commentator, aka me. Just for anybody who needs clarification. This will pick up after the first coupling but here we go for now! Hope you enjoy!
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