#venti gives me celebrity in the tabloids vibes

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~Imagine~

Jaded Reclusive (Lowkey Yandere?)Idol! Venti x Itty Bitty rising star! Reader (A CONCEPT)

I like how long their adjectives are lol

Disclaimer: this is just the concept of an idol-ish au I have because can I actually write fanfiction? (This is where you yell, "no!")

Anyways...enjoy my dump <3

Also idk why I find this picture of Venti from the manga absolutely, beautifully rediculous pls like what is that face (・。・;

Venti has been out of the limelight for a while. Ever since 4NEMO broke up, hes been a total recluse to society, which he likes. Besides, whenever he's mentioned in conversation, it's always,

Oh? That one dude from the band with a drinking problem? Haha!"

"Oh, it's the guy who got dumped by his ex during a PERFORMANCE because he was really tipsy and his ex had enough? That's a mood!"

"Didnt he leave and they brought someone else in like, right after? Damn, that sucks!"

Needless to say... this man was completely fine without ever looking back on that part of his life again. Now, he does just as he likes with all the money he made~ releases music under a completely left field alias, drinks his miserable heart to sleep to numb the pain, writes so much poetry and songs only to crumple them up and throw them out the window and... Repeat!

Thats...that's until he meets a silly little musician, just like him...except they're younger, and they've got a glimmer in their eyes as they eagerly hold their guitar to their chest, ready to dive into another song as the audience in the not so crowded bar cheers them on. Even that bothersome redheaded bartender seems to be impressed.

In that moment, as Venti swirls his last drink of the night with his index finger, he just can't get that lil musician out of his head. At first, he doesn't think it wise to approach someone so young and impressionable, given his exceptionally skewered perspective of himself...but it just so happened that you were going to become a regular at this cozy little bar of "his."

And when he finds that his own songs started to revolve around

"a little darling

strumming their guitar,

Humming up a tune

As his their world burns from afar"

He finds that he should strike up a conversation.

Its too bad that Barbara girl is already chatting you up about some sort of record deal.

A shame... He'd find his way somehow.