Teen Idol

Maizono Sayaka, Ultimate Pop Sensation

[miss-idol]

Tackle hugs friendo

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“Oh my God–” How fast it happened. How CLICHE was this situation. Jogging or running– RUSHING of sorts. Turning a corner and knocking right into another rushing figure, both crash onto the floor from the force of their collision. All she needed was a slice of bread and to open her eyes to a DASHING figure of an apologetic man but all she saw was a fragile, jittery girl.

Great.

“Would you kindly WATCH where you’re going!?”

Nana hauled herself up from the ground, the strangers face illuminated by the dim streetlights. Didn’t she seem a little familiar? Nana tutted as she brushed herself off. That klutz could help HERSELF up.

[miss-idol]

How lovely, colliding with some girl and crashing onto the dirty street. Sayaka quickly wiped her hands against her jumper to try and rid them of the potential germs upon her hands. A germophobe at it’s finest. Maizono would throw an absolute fit if she ended up with a scrape, don’t even talk to her about bruises.

Sayaka bit her tongue, trying to refrain from retorting with a snarky comment. She had an image to uphold. “My apologies.” She spoke soft and sweet. “Are you okay?” Hopefully the other female would feel bad for causing such a scene. Sayaka picked herself up and it took every bit of control she had not to shudder right then and there. She felt dirty. “I really didn’t see you there. My mind must be preoccupied with something else.” 

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Joel was for once, waking up from restful sleep. As he palmed at his eyes; he considered that moment of waking up to be likely the best part of the day– it was always a relief to wake up without nightmares for once. A quick shower, a quick shave, a pot of coffee brewing, and Joel picked up his phone– keeping a finger on the pulse of the rest of the world.

What he saw on the front page of his music news service, though– that nearly got him to drop his phone in shock. “MAIZONO TOUR ENDED ON HIGH NOTE”. Quickly, he tapped out a text message– to a number he hadn’t dialed in what felt like months.

[ TXT => Saya ]: how come i had to find out you were home from the news, eh?

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A heavy sigh soon followed after the ping that alerted from her phone. Barley in the door and someone is already trying to contact her. She had half the mind not to answer it. If it was her manager she might actually scream. A bright blush crept upon her cheeks as Joel’s name flashed across her screen.

[ Text : Joel ] I’ve been busy...

It was true, she barley had a moment to think, but that didn’t mean she didn’t think about him. God knows she tried not to. It was difficult to keep relationships with her line of work. She needed to focus.

[ Text : Joel ] If you want to come over, you have half an hour to get here. I need a shower ( no, don’t even think about it ) and I am exhausted. If I pass out before you get here then sorry. 

A bit blunt but she didn’t know how to act after all this time. 

[miss-idol]

To say Sayaka was exhausted would be an understatement. The idol has spent the last few months traveling the world, preforming for audiences across the globe. Her job was so much more difficult in a foreign country. Although she traveled to many different places, she never quite got to explore. Hotel rooms and stadiums were the main sights she got to see. 

“Finally home.” A soft sigh fell past her lips. It was nice to be back. She never quite knew how much she could miss home, she’s never been gone this long before, and she really needed a break.

[miss-idol]

Crying because I have an irl fc for my babe and now it’s the only thing I want to use.

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I forgot how much I hated doing themes. Anyways, I’m not going to delete my old posts because there’s too many and I like to read them sometimes & laugh at past Kim for being such a scrub. 

[miss-idol]

so I don’t know why but I was randomly like ‘let’s log onto this account’ because sometimes I get the feels for Sayaka and I miss her a lot. I saw a post where someone was like they missed me and my heart broke a lil lmao.

Idk I miss some people here too I guess.

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“My sincerest apologies but I don’t believe we’ve ever met, so I don’t know your name.”

dementedhope

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“I heard you were looking for me...Is there something you need, Kirigiri-san?”

mystxryious

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enxshiima:

miss-idol

“  Hey–        go get me some coffee, would’ja?  “

“I’m not your assistant. Ask someone else or do it yourself.”

[miss-idol]

“Jun...I have work to do. We can’t keep fooling around like this.”

king-zetsubou

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miss-idol:

Like for a starter!

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I’m going to try and be active here, but considering my mood is all over the place all the time I can’t guarantee anything. I’m trying my best.

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shewhomuses:

                    You think that Cupid’s got a bow?                                         ᴡᴇʟʟ, NO.                     Cupid’s got a needle, it’ll find a vein.                                               —-Careful, ‘cause you’ll ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ a little.

[miss-idol]

Like for a starter!

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Also I did update my rules awhile ago, but I am mutuals only so please take note of that.

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bosozzoku:

 It was reasonable for the FRAGILE idol to REACT like that. Despite  having HORRIBLE issues with girls, Mondo could tell that she was  VERY nervous, and that panic overwhelmed her BODY right now. Not  just by her GRIP against his jacket, but by that LOOK in her eyes. That AWFUL look, which always bring him INSANE. If any girl has that look, - his rage BLINDS his eyes. Why do all these FUCKING dick bags have to EXIST?! Girls AREN’T just some moving OBJECTS! And the biker DESPISED that. Oh, he promises to GOD, when they are alone, he’ll make SURE his head gets BASHED off, and let him just ROT in HELL. for what he CARES.

As his muscles RELAXED, fists lowering to his sides, and his jacket being TUCKED by Sayaka, his head looked UP, checking if there was someone. She doesn’t WANT him to beat that guy up. Well, SO BE IT. He’ll just ROT in the DARK ALLEYS. And Mondo will NOT hesitate to even rip off his head. If it were for these olive tainted hands to be painted in CRIMSON, he’ll do it. Noticing the tear falling down her porcelain cheek, he snarled his teeth, small ’ chee ’ leaving his lips, and with no thought, his other hand took her shoulder.  She’ll NOT be left all by herself. That only an ASSHOLE does, and he AIN’T one.

     ❛ I ain’t gonna leave you ALONE, Maizono. Only DICKS, and        men who are fucking COWARDS do that! C'mon, I’ll stick -        with you. But, if this guy’s gotta be PUSHY, I’ll make him —        WISH he NEVER set eyes on ya’.  ❜

“Thank you...” The idol sniffed, wiping away her tears with her sleeve. She was far too scared to look behind the biker, to see if she was still being followed. Having Mondo around made her feel much safer though. Even if he was considered a thug, she trusted him with her life.

“Let’s...Can you just take me home, please?” Sayaka tugged on his sleeve this time, taking a step forward in the direction of her house. “I just...don’t feel safe here. You can come inside too a-and I’ll...I don’t know. Make you coffee or something?” Sayaka couldn’t even think straight at this point, too many thoughts were plaguing her mind. Her head hurt. “Thank you--You’re the best guy I know, really.”