#“OMG THEY SAVED THE INDUSTRY”

[multifandomangel]

seeing people say “pop music is so back” as if it ever left us in the first place is so funny to me

[glycolicacidserum]

the bear s3 dialogues were so fucking bad man like everything just felt so forced I hope the show goes back to it's roots in s4

[ladyelainehilfur]

OMG!!!!!!!!

[4mrplumi]

USED A SUA IMG IN ONE OF YOUR BATFAM POST imagine a luka reader. the family desperate to reach you and due to lack of memories of what You were like since they all neglected you, started just making shit up about you. yes, of course youre angelic, kind and so darling to them! youd never hurt a fly and your soul is such a forgiving one... until they look you up online properly and see you gay baiting someone to get them shot

- prologue

PAUSE anon you cooked, omg. (for those who don't know who luka is i've put a very small summary of his character right at the end.)

honestly i've just been using sua as a poster girl, but a reader with luka's characteristics is so interesting... after being relocated from your "father's" underground business dealings to gotham to live with your real family, it'd be natural to stay reclusive because of the change in atmosphere.

i imagine a luka-ish reader would try to socialise more with the family than the current insert, but their attempts would be unmeaningly unsettling. an innate feeling would rise in the batfam that didn't make them dislike you, per say, just unintentionally avoid you.

you can't be much bothered with it, since even in your previous living conditions, there'd be people who liked you, and people who didn't. you knew how to work around it

so you redirect your focus. you'd been treated like an adult as you were being raised, so you had your goals and motivations figured out at this age already. for a handful of years in the manor, you'd work to keep up the fame you'd built up with your old "father", fame that slightly dissolved after your sudden disappearance from the screens; your escape from the industry.

eventually, when you decide to move out to perhaps further your prospects and influence, there's a buzz in the media at the sudden reappearance of the angle-voiced child star who was taken off the big screens after their "father" got involved with court dealings.

this is probably what eventually alerts the family to your absence in the manor, and in the shame that they couldn't notice it without the help of a third party, they scrounge around in their memory for good exchanges with you. just to have some semblance of the kid who wandered around aimlessly in the house. the kid they shooed away without ever actually shooing them away.

when they find nothing; they try to make stuff up. "angle-voiced child star", so you must've been soft-spoken, sympathetic, angelic person too, right? yeah, yeah you must've been a darling... how could they be so ignorant of you?

their shame somewhat morphs their unease at your old attempts to talk to them, into a shy child's timid want to talk to a new family in a new area, without any help whatsoever.

oh you poor, poor little kid.

i imagine it wouldn't be too difficult for them to find content of you, since your net-presence sky-rocketed after returning to the music industry. but ohh just imagine their surprise when they get access to an underground website streaming some sick stage-show human trafficking project, and see you there?? whatever are you there for? doesn't your fame generate a fortune? what in the world would you need to be on this... show for?

idk how the "getting them shot" thing could play into any other place other than a dark-web game show tbh. maybe they don't initially recognise that the videos up there are for such a thing, only after seeing you walk away from an applauding audience, get surprised by the sound of a shot and the image of your opponent lying dead on the stage ground, do they bother to investigate the ordeal. but this time, as vigilantes, and not failed family.

they'll just... save you along the way, yeah? 'save' you.

luka is a character from a series called alien stage, and you can find the episodes uploaded on youtube by vivinos. luka's established as a well known, famous character within the alien stage 'tournament', who's participated in the whole thing before, and has a significant amount of aliens/audience rooting for him.

his character on it's own looks beautiful, and is dubbed "prince" by his fans, but on his first appearance in round 5, he is portrayed as somewhat unfeeling and manipulative.

better characterisation is provided on alien stage's official accounts, with comics and patreon uploads. the "father" i refer to in the above imagine is referring to luka's alien owner.

[hrhtlos]

Okay but why are we sleeping on this?

I mean of course Jack saved his father from the empty.

Also can we talk about the knowing look from Bobby after he mentioned Cas? And the smile on Dean’s face!!! Omg

Disclaimer:

I feel like I should add this to the post because I'm new to the fandom and I had no idea this would blow up.

1. Is this the finale we wanted? No

2. Did Castiel deserved better? Absolutely

What I think is necessary to understand is the HOW this was probably filmed. It was during the pandemic and this was NOT supposed to be how it ended. I'm pretty sure the cast talked about this. But shit happened and they couldn't have all those people on set.

I also feel like I have to defend the crew cause I'm a CG artist and I now how the pandemic affected the industry. Guys lots of shows were just canceled. People were sent home.

So even if this isn't what we wanted or expected is still a finale. It means that some people were passionate enough about this series to give it a go, against all odds.

I'd also like to say that Dean was never open about his feelings. Throughout all series he showed people he loved them but never said it to them. He even struggled with Sam. So even if the finale had been filmed in the right way, we wouldn't have had Dean to say he loved Cas back (especially considering that the bigoted people on set wouldn't have allowed it).

So yes, I appreciate that at least we got this little scene when we can see Bobby (who is the only good parent figure the brothers ever had) knowingly mentioning Castiel to Dean.

And I appreciate the effort because an effort is all we could get.

[arxiwon]

hiii, don’t worry no pressure but can u do like enha finds out you were a trainee? It does that matter which company, and I don’t know what kind of logical reason they wouldn’t know but don’t worry if you can’t!! Fluff though pls I can’t handle angst😭😭 THANKS SO MUCH IF U DO!!

Enhypen’s Reaction to Finding Out You Were a Former Trainee

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Friendship

Heeseung 🦌

Heeseung blinks at you, processing what you just said. “Wait… you were a trainee?” His voice is calm, but his eyes are full of intrigue.

When you nod, his competitive side kicks in. “So you can sing?” Before you can even reply, he’s already pulling out his phone. “Alright, let’s hear it. Right now. No backing out.”

You laugh, trying to protest, but Heeseung is persistent. “What, are you shy? Come on, we’re practically family. Just one note. One. Note.” He leans in, eyes sparkling with mischief.

When you finally sing a few lines, he just stares at you. “Oh. Oh damn. You’re actually good.” He leans back, nodding in approval. “You should’ve debuted. We could’ve been labelmates. Imagine the chaos.”

For the rest of the day, he randomly hums whatever you sang, pretending to be your biggest fan. “Ladies and gentlemen, introducing former trainee Y/N! Let’s give it up for her.” Cue him clapping dramatically while the others roll their eyes.

Jay 🦅

Jay stares at you like you just told him you were an alien. “You—wait. You trained? Like, as an idol?” His mouth hangs open slightly, and you swear he looks almost offended.

You nod, and he blinks rapidly. “How… HOW did I not know this?”

He immediately starts asking a million questions. “How long? Which company? Did you almost debut? Wait—CAN YOU DANCE?” His journalist mode is fully activated, and he will not rest until he knows everything.

When you admit you quit before debuting, he groans dramatically. “Y/N. We could’ve been the power duo of the industry.” He shakes his head, sighing. “Such wasted potential.”

But then, he gets an idea. “Hold up—since you trained, you probably know all the industry secrets, right? Spill. I need the tea.”

Congratulations, you’ve just become Jay’s go-to source for K-pop industry gossip.

Jake 🐶

Jake’s jaw literally drops. “HOLD ON. YOU WERE A TRAINEE?”

You nod shyly, and his eyes widen even more. “No way. No actual way.” He suddenly grins. “Okay, okay, but can you dance?”

Before you can answer, he’s already pulling up random choreography videos and challenging you. “Alright, if you can match this, I’ll believe you.”

When you absolutely nail the moves, he screams. “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE INSANE??” He immediately calls the others over. “GUYS. Y/N HAS BEEN HIDING THEIR TALENT.”

From that moment on, Jake becomes your biggest hype man. If anyone even slightly doubts your skills, he’s right there like, “Nah, you don’t understand. Y/N is built different.”

Sunghoon 🧊

Sunghoon raises an eyebrow. “You? A former trainee?” He tilts his head slightly, studying you. “Prove it.”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

“Then I don’t believe you.” He smirks, crossing his arms.

Now you’re annoyed. With a sigh, you demonstrate a perfectly executed dance move, something only a trained dancer would know.

Sunghoon’s smirk drops. His eyes widen slightly, and he clicks his tongue. “…Not bad.”

But instead of hyping you up like Jake, he suddenly sees you as a rival. “Alright, let’s have a battle.”

“Sunghoon, no—”

“First one to mess up loses.”

Congrats. You are now stuck in an endless dance-off with Park Sunghoon, who refuses to admit you might be as good as him.

Sunoo 🦊

Sunoo gasps dramatically, grabbing your arm. “EXCUSE ME? YOU WERE A TRAINEE??” His eyes sparkle with excitement.

Before you can even react, he’s already interrogating you. “Did you train for vocals? Dance? Both?? WAIT—DO YOU HAVE OLD FOOTAGE? I NEED TO SEE.”

If you show him any videos of your trainee days, he freaks out. “Omg, look at you!! BABY Y/N!! This is so iconic.” He instantly saves the video to tease you with forever.

He gets so excited that he tells everyone immediately. “GUYS. Y/N USED TO BE ONE OF US.”

For the next few weeks, he constantly hypes you up. “Former trainee energy. I love that for you.”

Jungwon 🐱

Jungwon tilts his head. “You were a trainee? Really?”

You nod, and he just blinks. “Huh. That explains a lot.”

You frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He smirks. “Oh, you know… the way you pick up choreography quickly. The way you can hold a note. The way you always hum melodies on pitch. I knew something was up.”

“…You knew this whole time?”

Jungwon just chuckles. “I had my suspicions.”

But now that he knows for sure, he lowkey starts treating you like one of the members. “Alright, since you’re basically an idol, you’re in charge of leading our next dance practice.”

You: “WAIT WHAT.”

Jungwon, already walking away: “Good luck, former trainee Y/N~”

Ni-ki 🐣

Ni-ki freezes. “Huh?”

You repeat yourself, and his eyes go wide. “…You trained? Like, as an idol?”

You nod, and suddenly, his whole demeanor changes.

“Okay, battle me.”

You blink. “What?”

“Dance battle. Right now.”

You sigh. “Ni-ki, I’m not battling you—”

“Scared you’ll lose?” He smirks, tilting his head.

Now you’re annoyed. “Fine.”

Big mistake.

What was supposed to be a simple fun challenge turns into an intense, no-mercy battle. He refuses to let you win, even if you’re actually really good.

The others have to physically pull him away before he overworks himself trying to prove he’s better.

From that moment on, Ni-ki respects you. But he also sees you as competition. “You’re good, Y/N… but I’m better.”

Congratulations, you are now Ni-ki’s dance rival for life.

[kathlare]

simp mode

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando share their first official Quadrant photoshoot together since getting back together, surrounded by teasing friends and undeniable chemistry.

Wordcount: 3.3 k

Warnings: none

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April 2nd, 2025 - Tokyo, Japan

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quadrant: @maxfewtrell in the Q.C.O TEE in Navy 🖇️ @ameliedayman wearing the JPN LONG SLEEVE TEE in Black

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lando: pls she’s unreal → ameliedayman: @lando you’re just saying that bc you picked the pics → lando: @ameliedayman and bc it’s true 🤷‍♂️

maxfewtrell: they finally let me share the screen with a superstar → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell you’re welcome for the clout → lando: @ameliedayman I’m calling HR → maxfewtrell: @lando report me to modeling HR king 😌

chloemeadows: HELLO???? she’s back????? this is not a drill → ameliedayman: @chloemeadows miss u 😌 let’s steal a tee next drop

mieliebaby: NOT AMELIE BACK IN QUADRANT ERA I’M GONNA CRY → quadfan420: @mieliebaby she was the blueprint back in 2021 and still is → landoloverr: @mieliebaby mother is mothering AGAIN

hatersgetblockt: she’s just here for clout 🙄 → quadcorefan: @hatersgetblockt girl she BEEN modeling for them since 2021 be serious → sunshinelandie: @hatersgetblockt and she’s dating the boss now soooo cry about it

lanmelieluvbot: i know lando was behind the camera gassing her up during this shoot

meliebeanx: wait not her BACK in the quadrant era 😭 i’m emotional → daymanfanclub: @meliebeanx feels like 2021 again but like. with more kissing

georgerussell63: back to her influencer roots i see → lando: @georgerussell63 she never left 🤭 → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 i’m multitalented babe

f1fanxo: THE QUEEN HAS RETURNED TO QUADRANT OMG

maxie_willdrive: okay so when is the “Amelie edit” collection dropping?? → quadrant: @maxie_willdrive noted 👀

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Months before...

The warehouse was cold.

Concrete floors, high ceilings, steel beams—sunlight slashing through dusty glass panels high above. It was somewhere in the industrial outskirts of Tokyo, eerily quiet except for the buzz of the production crew and the occasional growl of the Quadrant x Liberty Walk car being maneuvered into place.

Amelie rubbed her bare arms, clad only in low-rise vintage-wash jeans, her upper half exposed save for a beige bralette as a stylist handed her the next hoodie—oversized, off-white, with a minimalist Quadrant logo on the chest. She slipped it over her head in one fluid motion, the hem hitting just below her belly button, the sleeves swallowing her hands. Max Fewtrell stood a few feet away, already dressed in the black crewneck version, playfully bouncing on the balls of his feet.

—You look like a little gremlin— Max teased, grinning. —Like, streetwear chic but also… tiny and cold.—

—I am cold— Amelie muttered, tugging the sleeves over her knuckles. —Where the fuck is your best friend with my tea?—

—Probably writing you poetry in the corner or something. You know how he gets.—

Speak of the devil. Lando appeared from behind one of the lighting rigs, holding a thermos like it was a chalice. His curls were messier than usual, sticking out under a black Quadrant beanie, and he was bundled in one of the same hoodies Amelie was modeling, though his was two sizes too big and clearly borrowed from stock. His eyes scanned the space, locked onto Amelie instantly like a goddamn heat-seeking missile.

—Ames, I got the green tea with honey like you like it— he called out, already smiling.

Max didn’t miss a beat. —That’s not her boyfriend, that’s her personal butler.—

—Shut the fuck up— Lando shot back without even looking at him, handing Amelie the thermos and brushing his thumb over her chilled knuckles. —You okay? You’re freezing.—

—I’m fine— she said softly, curling her hands around the warm cup. —Just my stupid circulation.—

Lando gave her that look. The one he reserved only for her. The I’ll-fight-the-weather-itself-for-you look.

—I told you to wear your Uniqlo heattech under the jeans. Did you?—

Amelie blinked innocently. —Maybe.—

—She didn’t— Max chimed in, fully enjoying himself.

Lando sighed dramatically, pulling his hoodie up higher around his own neck like it might help her too. Then he turned to the stylist nearby.

—Can we get a heated blanket between shots? Please? She gets cold really easily.—

—I’m not fragile— Amelie protested, but she wasn’t really mad. If anything, she was trying not to melt on the spot.

The stylist nodded and rushed off, clearly used to the way Lando hovered around Amelie like an overprotective boyfriend-slash-bodyguard-slash-golden retriever. Max shot her a look, eyebrows raised, mouth twitching with a smirk.

—You trained him well— Max muttered out of the corner of his mouth, his smirk widening.

—He came like this, actually,— Amelie whispered back, taking a careful sip of the tea. —Fully assembled and everything.—

Lando narrowed his eyes at the two of them, standing a bit too close for his liking. Not that he was ever truly jealous of Max—Max had known Amelie for years and had always been respectful—but that didn’t stop the familiar twist in his stomach every time Amelie laughed too hard at one of his jokes or adjusted the hem of his hoodie for the cameras.

—You two done gossiping like old ladies or should I come back in five?— Lando asked dryly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Amelie tilted her head sweetly. —Only if you’re coming back with a foot warmer this time, Lan.—

Max groaned. —You two are so disgusting. Like, honestly, I preferred it when you were just friends who clearly wanted to bang but wouldn’t admit it. At least then we had peace.—

Lando rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth anyway. —Don’t project your jealousy onto us, Fewtrell.—

Max raised both hands in mock surrender. —I’m just saying, I miss when you were pathetic and pining. That was peak entertainment.—

Lando didn’t even bother with a comeback, just reached out and gently tugged the sleeve of Amelie’s hoodie over her hand again, like it was instinct. Like he’d done it a thousand times before. Because he had. And now, finally, he didn’t have to pretend it was platonic.

Amelie gave him a soft look, her voice barely above a murmur. —Thank you, baby.—

Lando’s eyes flicked to hers at the nickname. His ears pinked instantly.

Max caught it too. —Ohhh. There it is. The simp blush. We got a code red. Simp alert. Code fucking red.—

—Jesus Christ— Lando muttered, turning slightly so his burning face wasn’t in full view. —Can you shut up for, like, five minutes?—

—Not when you look like a Victorian maiden who just got kissed on the hand.—

Amelie, unbothered and smug, took another sip of her tea and patted Lando’s chest lightly. —Let him be in love, Max. It's his Roman Empire.—

Lando groaned loudly, dragging a hand down his face. —You’re both insufferable.—

The photographer clapped twice from across the warehouse, signaling they were ready for the next round. Amelie handed the thermos back to Lando and stepped toward the marked tape on the ground, where the Quadrant x Liberty Walk car gleamed under overhead lights, polished to near perfection.

She glanced over her shoulder. —You watching, Lan?—

—Always,— he replied, dead serious, and then instantly regretted how serious it sounded because Max let out an exaggerated, romantic sigh behind him.

—God, you’re so far gone— Max muttered.

Lando ignored him and instead watched Amelie as she moved into position beside the car. The oversized hoodie hung off one shoulder now, revealing the strap of her bralette and a sliver of her waist. She looked like she’d walked straight out of a campaign for early 2000s streetwear: confident, soft but cool, the kind of beautiful that made time feel like it stuttered.

The photographer called for Max to join her, and he jogged over, adjusting the hem of his hoodie. They started moving through poses together—back to back, arms crossed, then side by side, crouched low with the car behind them. Amelie was laughing at something Max said, head tipped back slightly, and Lando felt his chest clench with something too tangled to name.

He loved seeing her like this. In her element. Light and unguarded. But he also wanted to walk over, pull her against him, and kiss her stupid.

Instead, he stood with the crew, arms folded, eyes glued to her like he was afraid she’d vanish.

—You’re being creepy again,— someone murmured behind him.

Lando turned to see Jamie MacLaurin standing there, arms crossed and smirking like he’d been watching this whole thing unfold with quiet judgment.

—Shut the fuck up.—

—You shut the fuck up— Max shot back, but he was already laughing.

Lando flipped him off without looking. His attention had already returned to Amelie, who was adjusting her hair as the photographer swapped lenses. She caught his gaze from across the room and winked.

Winked.

It was lethal.

Lando pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek and looked away before he did something embarrassing. Like sprint across the set and ruin the shoot just to wrap her in his arms for thirty seconds.

Later, when they were done shooting and the lights were dimming and someone blasted early 2000s hip hop through a Bluetooth speaker, Amelie was sitting cross-legged on the car hood, hair a mess, eating the last of a conbini onigiri. Lando stood between her knees, hands in her hoodie pockets, forehead resting against hers.

—You really killed it today,— he murmured.

She smiled, nose brushing his. —You think?—

—Yeah. You’re kind of a menace, but you’re my menace.—

—That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.—

He leaned in, lips brushing hers, soft and fleeting. —Shut up.—

Behind them, Max groaned loudly. —Can someone hose them down already? This is a warehouse, not the fucking Notebook.—

Amelie grinned against Lando’s mouth. —Let them suffer.—

—They’ve made me suffer for years,— Lando mumbled, kissing her again, longer this time. —About damn time I got to enjoy it.—

She tangled her fingers in his curls, laughing softly. —God, you’re such a simp.—

He didn’t even argue this time.

Because she was right.

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norrisupdates: Lando just pulled up to the Liberty Walk x Quadrant event in Tokyo looking fresh. man really said CEO-core 🇯🇵🖤👟

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speedster_11: Lando really out here in Tokyo living his best life 💅🔥

its_kat_in_the_hat: CEO vibes, I’m not even mad about it 😍 → yassqueen34: @its_kat_in_the_cat Tbh he’s serving us CEO realness, I’m here for it 🙌

amelies4eva: Ughh he's just too fine, isn't he? 😭💖

momo_is_the_best: Lowkey jealous of Amelie, like how is she handling that? 😭 → jennyloveslando: @momo_is_the_best she’s fine girl, you’ll survive 😆

abby_is_blessed: Are we not gonna talk about how hot Lando is looking? 😩 → sasha_bites: @abby_is_blessed Stop, he’s too much for my heart 🥴

maxiemaniac: OKAY LANDO, flexing the Tokyo drip! 👀💦

staceymarie_88: Lando really out here living his best life while Amelie’s touring 🥲 → quadronhype: @staceymarie_88 Amelie’s got her own thing going, she’s in Europe killing it too 🔥

norris_and_coffee: How much you wanna bet Amelie is blowing up his phone rn? 🥲

robinsloveslando: Why do I feel like Lando's just having the time of his life? Amelie, hurry up and come back 😩

julie_ohmygod: Omg I just realized Amelie’s still touring across Europe 😭 Are they okay? → landoxamelie: @julie_omygod They’re fine! The distance makes them stronger 💪💘

amandaforyou: Why does Lando look so good in this lighting? Honestly, I’m lowkey jealous of Amelie rn 😭 → lovesquad1: @amandaforyou Girl, SAME. He’s out here looking like he could steal our hearts 💔

justhereforthetea: Soooooo Amelie’s not with him? Anyone else worried? 👀

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The neon lights of the ramen bar flickered lazily above the low buzz of conversation and the occasional slurp of noodles. It was one of those hidden spots in Tokyo that Jon had insisted they try—a little hole-in-the-wall joint tucked down a quiet alleyway not far from the Liberty Walk warehouse.

The table was small and round, and somehow managed to feel both intimate and chaotic, given the mix of languages being thrown around between bites of noodles and sips of sake. Lando sat between Ash and Jon, chopsticks in hand, but his bowl of miso ramen sat mostly untouched.

He was trying to focus. Really, he was. The Liberty Walk guys—Kato and Toshi—were cracking jokes in broken English and throwing around stories from past projects, and Ash was laughing at something Jon had said about jet lag and Lando’s weird sleep schedule.

But Lando?

Lando was hopelessly distracted.

His phone was hidden under the edge of the table, angled just enough for him to catch the glow of the screen. His thumb tapped quickly as he refreshed the livestream again, eyes flicking down as the lights of the stage came up and Amelie appeared on the screen in a shimmering yellow and silver outfit that glittered with every movement.

She was performing Juno, the crowd screaming so loud that the audio crackled through his AirPods. Even on the tiny screen, even from a thousand miles away, she was magnetic. Her voice was powerful, clear and commanding, and her body moved with the kind of ease and confidence that made it impossible to look away.

Lando didn’t even try to stop the soft smile that tugged at his lips. She was fucking stunning.

—You good?— Jon’s voice cut through the murmur of the ramen bar, one brow raised.

Lando blinked, quickly locking his phone and tucking it under his thigh like a kid caught cheating on a test.

—Huh? Yeah, yeah, all good. Just…hot. In here.— He reached for the iced tea he hadn’t touched, downing a gulp like it could cool off the flush he felt creeping up his neck.

Ash snorted into his beer. —Bro. You’ve been staring at your crotch for five minutes. Either you’re really into your noodles or you're watching Ames shake her ass again.—

Kato and Toshi both turned with matching amused looks, clearly not understanding everything, but catching the gist. Lando gave a sheepish grin.

—Okay, okay. Maybe I was watching the livestream of her show tonight. Just a bit.—

Jon leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, giving Lando one of those knowing, older-brother stares that said “you’re not slick.”

—You’ve refreshed that livestream four times since we sat down. You know we can hear the bass through your AirPods, right?— he said, smirking.

Ash tilted his head toward Lando, eyes narrowing playfully. —At least be shameless about it, mate. We all know you’re completely whipped.—

Lando gave a half-hearted glare but couldn’t suppress the lopsided grin stretching across his face. —Yeah, well… have you seen her? She’s performing right now, in that outfit. I’m only human.—

He pulled the phone back out just enough to glance again. The camera angle had changed, and now it was a close-up—Amelie with her eyes closed, mic cradled between both hands, singing the bridge of Juno like she was pulling the lyrics straight from somewhere deep inside her chest.

Lando leaned in slightly, lips parting. God, she looked so in her element. Confident. Electric. Like that was exactly where she belonged.

Kato tapped his chopsticks against his bowl. —She famous singer? Amelie?—

—Fucking superstar,— Ash answered before Lando could. —You’ll see. Wait until she walks into the paddock Saturday, everyone’s gonna lose their minds.—

Lando laughed softly, the kind that sounded almost reverent. —She’s wrapping her tour in a couple days. She’s flying straight in for the Grand Prix after that.—

—Dedication,— Toshi nodded, clearly impressed.

Lando looked down at his phone one more time before finally locking it and setting it face-down beside his tea. He exhaled, shoulders relaxing just a bit as he turned back to the table.

—Sorry. I’m being rude.—

Jon waved it off with a knowing chuckle. —Nah, man. You’re just in love.—

There was a pause—just long enough for Lando to open his mouth to deny it—before Ash piped up, grinning like a cat who caught a canary.

—You should’ve seen him during the shoot earlier this year. Full simp mode. Following her around like a lost puppy, adjusting her jacket, fixing her hair, making sure she had water every five minutes.—

—She was cold! And she looked too good to have frizzy hair,— Lando protested.

—Yeah, because you care about frizz now,— Ash deadpanned.

Jon leaned forward, elbows on the table, smirk creeping wider. —She’s it for you, huh?��

Lando paused. And then… he nodded, slowly but surely. His voice was quieter now, softer than before.

—Yeah. I think she is.—

The table went quiet for a moment—not awkward, but warm. Like they all knew they were witnessing something a little bigger than just ramen and race cars and late-night livestreams.

He looked down at the rim of his bowl, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the table. —I’m so fucking proud of her. I wish she could see herself the way I do, y’know?—

Jon and Ash exchanged a glance. The kind of look you give when you know someone’s already long gone in it.

—You ever think about… like, long-term stuff?— Jon asked, casual but not really.

Lando shrugged, but there was a little grin tugging at his mouth.

—All the time,— he said, eyes flicking down to his phone again, even though it was dark now. —Not in a freak-her-out kind of way. I just… I can picture it. Y’know? Her, the cats, maybe a house somewhere quiet. Monaco, maybe. Or Italy. She loves Italy. And when she’s not touring, we just… exist together.—

Kato leaned forward, his accent thick but smile easy. —Sounds like… home.—

Lando smiled softly, nodding. —Yeah. Exactly. She’s… my home. More than anywhere else I’ve ever lived.—

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ameliedaymannews: new photos of Amelie for the Quadrant Japan Collection just dropped and we’re not okay?? she’s actually insane for looking this good in streetwear 😭🔥

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gpseason69: no bc quadrant needs to hire her full time again

mclaurenxo: lando is in love and so am i → paddockpoet: @mclaurenxo she’s the whole aesthetic. the collection should be called “ameliecore”

hatefortea: why y’all acting like she invented streetwear 💀 → softboiamelie: @hatefortea we never said that but she DID perfect it 🤷 → hatefortea: @softboiamelie she’s mid sorry → jpnf1fan: @hatefortea ur whole acc is hate posts. go touch grass 💅

norrisnationn: my fav nepo bf supporting the model gf 😭🫶 → lanfan999: @norrisnationn he’s living every simp’s dream and i respect it

maxiefan69: max and amelie back modeling together? it’s 2021 all over again 😭 → quadszn: @maxiefan69 quadrant nostalgia core is real rn

skincarepitcrew: her skin. the outfit. the HAIR??

amelieismother: get you a gf who models for your company while you’re sweating in a race suit → pitlaneprincess: @amelieismother and still serves harder than everyone at the event

babygirlbono: y’all think she’s gonna walk the next drop down the paddock?? → helmetbruised: @babygirlboho SHE’S THE RUNWAY. the grid is the audience. → bonkforbono: @babygirlboho brb making a tiktok edit with this exact concept

danisdimplez: she fr did the japan drop without being in japan 😭 → lanmiefan420: @danisdimplez girl’s doing remote work for her bf's company, where’s HER linkedin?

landoismytherapy: y’all mad she’s dating your fav? go cry into ur pillow not mine → bitterbakuclown: @landoismytherapy fr. let her slay in peace → helmetshadow: @landoismytherapy the amount of pressed energy in this comment section is wild 💅

sushisector: her? for quadrant? again?? WE’RE SO BACK

ameliedaywomann: no bc she’s doing PR, modeling, and still on tour??? → simplyamelie: @ameliedaywomann girl’s working harder than my immune system

[banana-can-do-art]

I finally watched a play through of Mouthwashing (I’m late I know) but like omg wtf did I just watch?! Mainly I’m just like DAISUKE NOOOOOOO DAISUKE he did not deserve that he was best character rip all of them, except Jimmy, he can burn. I saw so much Jimmy hate prior to watching tho and omg I had no idea he was the main character or at the least the one you play as for most of the game. That’s really interesting. I love when games make you play the villain. And guuuuuys Daisuke was barely out of high school, he had so much ahead of him, and he was just doing his best uuuuuurghhhhh. That scene with Swansea and I started to think that he was going to put Daisuke in the pod and not himself and he would have. Daisuke deserved to be saved in the end. Not Curly. Although Curly is really interesting, I like the ideas of him trying to do the right thing but being more concerned with not doing anything wrong and therefore in the end just doing nothing resulting in Anya having no support and Jimmy being able to crash the ship. Also Swansea and Daisuke are father and son your honor. Can you tell Daisuke is my favorite character? Also omg Jimmy thinking he had some kind of moral high ground after he literally got everyone into this mess urrrggghhhh. And no I mean on that ship was anyone special, they were just a bunch of random people. Anya was working as a nurse after not being able to get into medical school, and Swansea was just doing his job in the cooperate slog (speaking of, Pony express was such a terrible company with a creep mascot. The set up of everything on the ship was all for cooperate greed benefit, and not for the workers. Not to mention, all of this for freaking mouthwash. Not even for anything actually good, just bad mouthwash. And I feel like that’s realistic on some level with the amount of abuse that goes on in such menial industries you wouldn’t think of *cough fast fashion cough*), and Daisuke was barely even an adult, which also I think speaks to how bad the company is that they would send someone so young and inexperienced into space. Like that’s so dangerous, and they threw him on last minute too and look what happened. And the way he was trying to be this positive “goddamned Ray of sunshine” throughout the game even though he was suffering alongside everyone else too, but he was putting on a brave face anyway and ufsggdghhgyjnbf. (He’s so Kalim twisted wonderland core). And Swansea killing him in the end to put him out of his misery after he got into that whole situation bc Jimmy manipulated him using how much he wanted Swansea’s approval. Auuugh I can’t do this. Um anyway yeah, what a lovely game where nothing bad happens. *sobs*

[did-sm1-say-catfish]

s2 ep6- Jhonny watches Danny Phantom

i dont usually record these cuz im lazy but in this case, the episode title is relevant. "identity crisis" yeah that sounds about right.

danny not knowing how to clone is so funny uim dyinggg

ABVHJSHGVDHBHJVGAJSKHGSUJIDHVBJNKMN ---

how r they not noticing technus????? ---

danny: dad is this a saferty feature?? jack: safety?? safety features are for punks ---

now theyre noticing. only took technus to go up inb their faces for them to realize that hes back. ---

technus: behold!! technus 2.0. now with something something i blame my auditory disorder no im not rewinding again danny: sounds like the same old technus to me

manz is spitting facts abt the tech industry ---

technus: technus 2.0 does not reveal his secrets!!! try me!!!!! danny: uhmmmm?? boxers or briefs ---

danny: my ghost life and personal life are always interfering with each other! tucker: you have a personal life???? ---

nooooo babyyyyyyyyyyy donttttttt ---

super danny and brauuhhhhh danny. omg naur ---

super danny to sam: say, you wear a lot of black for a superhero sidekick! how about switching to bright primary colors??? sam: help. helpppp ---

brauhh danny is so fucking stupid ---

“leaping lightning rods”????

im so done. im soooo done. ---

super danny: hey wait i cant turn human technus: neither can i but im not whining abt it bitch ---

brauhhh danny, riding a roller coaster: ughh i wish i could stay like this forever super danny shuts off amusement park in a fight and comes ramming into their roller coaster carriage: OOFF tucker: couldnt you have wished for supermodels? super danny: DID SOMEONE SAY SUPER?? sam: kill me now

im not even paraphrasimng this time 😭 ---

brauhhh danny still has some humaity after all!! god he’s so nice for not killing his ghost self /sarc ---

super danny: have you lost your half of our mind??

theres so many jokes to be made, so little time ---

me after a roller coaster (sam) my friends after a roller coaster (tucker) ---

this show is so ridiculous. i love it dearly. ---

super danny just possessed brauhhhh danny!!! ---

OMG TWO DANNY DANNYS?? guys this is insane

this is literally just the parent trap ---

technus now has the fenton house. like the whole house.

resisting the urge to say “whos a good puppyy!!!” to the house. not going very well ---

brauhhh danny: ughhh i dont wanna save the cityyyy sam and tucker: You can hit stuff!!! brauhhh danny: sweeettttt

his edgy teenager voice is so silyyyyyy ---

hes backkkk!!!!! real danny is back!!!!!!!!!! i love him sm i love him ---

bonus ss

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[angieslove06]

Hidden Melody

Prompt: A musician mysteriously receives love letters from an unknown admirer within their industry, leading them on a quest to find out who it is.

The faint hum of a melody echoed through the spacious recording studio. (Y/N) sat at the grand piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the ivory keys. The soft light from the desk lamp illuminated the sheet music she had been working on for weeks, a potential chart-topper for her upcoming album. Outside the studio’s soundproof walls, the bustling city thrived, but in here, it was just her and the music.

"Take five, yeah?" her producer called out from the control room, and she nodded, stretching her fingers. (Y/N) stood up, shaking the stiffness out of her arms, and turned to grab her water bottle. That's when she noticed it—a folded piece of paper on the piano bench.

Frowning, she picked it up. No one should have been in here except her and the staff. Curious, she unfolded it. The paper was neatly creased, the handwriting elegant and precise.

Your music is as breathtaking as the stars—raw, unfiltered, and beautiful. I can’t help but admire you from afar. Keep playing, (Y/N). You’re captivating.

Her breath hitched. No signature. Just a mysterious message.

"Did someone leave this?" she called out to her producer. He shook his head from behind the glass, looking just as confused.

A wave of unease washed over her, but it was tinged with curiosity. Who could have written this?

The next few days were uneventful, save for her usual schedule of interviews, rehearsals, and meetings with her label. That is, until the second letter appeared. This time, it was slipped into her bag after an event.

There’s a fire in your music—one that makes me want to burn alongside you. Thank you for being you.

She stared at the words, her heart pounding. Whoever it was, they weren’t just anyone. Their words felt intimate, almost as though they truly knew her.

---

Meanwhile, across the city, Katsuki Bakugou lounged on the couch in his penthouse apartment. His arms were crossed, and he was glaring at the TV playing a rerun of his latest music video. His manager had been nagging him about softening his image lately, and it annoyed him to no end.

"What do they know, huh?" he muttered. "I’m not about to play some lovey-dovey crap just to sell more records."

But even as he grumbled, his mind wandered back to her. The way her music resonated with him was almost infuriating. It stirred something deep inside him, something he couldn’t quite put into words. She was a rising star, and everyone knew it.

Still, Katsuki wasn’t the type to sit back and let feelings get the better of him. He’d never been good at expressing his emotions, but writing those letters had been... oddly freeing.

"Maybe this is stupid," he muttered under his breath, crumpling up yet another draft of a letter. But then he sighed, smoothing out the paper and finishing his latest note.

---

Back in her apartment, (Y/N) sat cross-legged on her couch, the latest letter in her hands. The words were more personal this time, almost like a confession.

If only I had the guts to say this to your face. One day, maybe. Until then, let my words reach you like your music reaches me.

Her fingers traced over the inked words. The mystery was eating away at her, but she couldn’t deny the thrill it brought.

Who was this hidden admirer? And why did their words make her heart race?

---

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing incessantly on her bedside table. Squinting at the screen, she groaned.

Her best friend and fellow artist, Mina Ashido, had sent a barrage of texts.

Mina: "OMG, check the trending page right now!"

Mina: "Your last performance is blowing up!!!"

Mina: "ALSO. Did you see that photo circulating??? 👀"

Confused, (Y/N) quickly opened social media. Sure enough, her name was trending, and so was an image that made her heart skip a beat.

It was a photo of her walking out of her studio last night, holding the latest anonymous letter. The picture wasn’t clear enough to make out the writing, but the caption read:

“Who’s sending love notes to (Y/N)? Secret admirer or industry insider?”

She froze. Her chest tightened as she scrolled through hundreds of comments speculating who the admirer could be. Fans threw out wild guesses, ranging from fellow musicians to actors she’d barely spoken to.

Slamming her phone down, she muttered, "Great. Just what I needed."

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at her door. Mina’s voice called out, "Open up! I brought coffee and nosy energy!"

(Y/N) swung the door open, glaring at Mina. "This is your fault, you know."

Mina grinned unapologetically, handing over a latte. "Don’t look at me! I didn’t leak the photo. But come on, aren’t you the tiniest bit curious about who’s writing these letters?"

(Y/N) groaned, flopping onto her couch. "Of course I’m curious! But now it’s not just me wondering—half the internet is."

Mina plopped down beside her, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, but think about it. This person knows you. It’s not some random fan. They’ve been where you are—your studio, your events. That narrows it down, right?"

Her words made sense, but the thought only heightened (Y/N)’s frustration. Who could it be?

---

Across the city, Katsuki Bakugou slammed his phone onto the counter. He’d seen the photo, too, and his mood had soured instantly.

"Dammit," he muttered, running a hand through his spiky hair. The whole point of writing those letters was to remain anonymous, to express himself without the pressure of his reputation or the spotlight.

His manager, Kirishima, raised an eyebrow. "You okay, bro? You’ve been pacing like a caged animal for the last hour."

Bakugou scowled. "No, I’m not okay! Some idiot snapped a photo of her with one of the letters."

Kirishima blinked in surprise. "Wait... you’re the one writing those?"

"Shut up," Bakugou growled, his face reddening slightly.

Kirishima smirked, crossing his arms. "Man, you’ve got it bad, huh? Didn’t think you were the romantic type."

"It’s not like that," Bakugou snapped, though his tone lacked conviction. He shoved his hands into his pockets, glaring at the floor. "Her music... it’s different. It gets to me. And I don’t know how to deal with it, okay?"

Kirishima studied him for a moment before clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Well, if you don’t want this blowing up any further, you might need to take a more direct approach. You can’t just keep sending letters now that people are watching."

Bakugou frowned, the thought of confrontation making his stomach twist. He wasn’t one for emotional displays, let alone confessing his feelings to someone like (Y/N)—someone so talented and bright that it made him feel exposed.

"I’ll figure it out," he muttered.

---

Later that evening, (Y/N) arrived at an industry gala, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She hadn’t planned on attending, but her manager insisted it was a good opportunity to keep the public’s focus on her music, not the mystery surrounding her admirer.

The grand ballroom was packed with familiar faces—fellow artists, producers, and media personalities. She made her way to the bar, needing a drink to calm her nerves.

That’s when she spotted him. Katsuki Bakugou.

He was leaning against the far wall, his usual scowl in place as he sipped from a glass of whiskey. His sharp red eyes scanned the room, landing on her for a brief moment before flicking away.

She tried not to overthink it. They’d crossed paths before at events like this but had never spoken beyond polite nods. Still, something about his presence felt... different tonight.

As the night went on, (Y/N) couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Not in a creepy way, but with an intensity that made her skin prickle.

Unbeknownst to her, Bakugou’s gaze lingered every time she turned away. His hands itched to write another letter, but his gut told him it was time to make a move.

---

The music from the gala orchestra swirled through the air, but (Y/N) found it hard to focus. Her eyes scanned the crowd as if the answers she sought could be found in the sea of familiar faces. Somewhere in this room was her mystery admirer—or at least someone who might know more about them.

She hadn’t forgotten the fleeting moment her gaze locked with Katsuki Bakugou’s earlier. It was rare to see the fiery and notoriously temperamental artist at social events like this. While she didn’t know him personally, his reputation preceded him: explosive, blunt, and fiercely talented.

“Looking for someone?” Mina teased, appearing by her side with a mischievous grin.

(Y/N) huffed. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

Mina raised an eyebrow, then smirked. “Well, you might not have to look far. Guess who’s been stealing glances at you all night?”

(Y/N)’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about?”

Mina tilted her head toward the far end of the room, where Bakugou stood in a shadowy corner, arms crossed, his sharp eyes fixed on her once again.

“He’s not exactly subtle, is he?” Mina whispered conspiratorially. “You think it could be him?”

(Y/N) shook her head quickly, though she couldn’t ignore the way her pulse quickened. “No way. He doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Maybe that’s what makes it so intriguing,” Mina said with a wink before disappearing back into the crowd, leaving (Y/N) flustered and alone.

---

Bakugou drained the last of his whiskey, the liquid burning as it went down. His jaw clenched as he watched (Y/N) laugh at something her friend said. She looked radiant tonight—elegant and confident, like she belonged in the spotlight.

“Tch,” he muttered under his breath, frustrated with himself. Why couldn’t he just go over there and talk to her? He was Katsuki Bakugou, for crying out loud. He didn’t get nervous, and he definitely didn’t fumble over his words.

But this was different. She was different.

“Bakugou!”

He turned to see his manager, Kirishima, grinning as he approached.

“What now?” Bakugou asked, already regretting the interaction.

“Quit sulking, man. You’ve been eyeing her all night. Just go talk to her already.”

“Shut up, Eijiro,” Bakugou growled, glaring at him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kirishima laughed, clapping him on the back. “Sure, sure. Just saying, she’s probably wondering why the great Katsuki Bakugou is lurking in the shadows like a creep.”

Bakugou’s scowl deepened, but Kirishima’s words lit a fire under him. Before he could second-guess himself, he set down his empty glass and started making his way across the room.

---

(Y/N) turned back to the bar to order another drink, trying to steady her nerves. She wasn’t expecting a deep, gravelly voice to speak from behind her.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun.”

She turned, startled, to find Bakugou standing there, his hands shoved into the pockets of his tailored black suit. His crimson eyes were sharp, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made her heart race.

“I could say the same about you,” she replied, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

He smirked faintly. “Fair point.”

An awkward silence stretched between them before he finally sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look... I’m not great at this whole ‘small talk’ thing, so I’ll just get to the point.”

(Y/N) blinked, her breath catching in anticipation. Was he about to confess something?

“I’ve heard your music,” he said, his voice quieter now. “It’s good. Real good.”

The compliment caught her off guard. She knew Bakugou wasn’t the type to hand out praise lightly.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

He shifted, his expression hard to read. “You don’t let the spotlight change you. That’s rare in this industry.”

(Y/N) tilted her head, studying him. There was a vulnerability in his tone that didn’t match the tough exterior he was known for.

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

He hesitated, the words he wanted to say caught in his throat. Instead of answering, he gave her a curt nod. “Just wanted you to know.”

Before she could respond, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, more confused than ever.

---

Later that night, (Y/N) returned to her apartment. She was still replaying her conversation with Bakugou in her mind when she noticed something on her coffee table.

Another letter.

This one was different from the others. It was shorter, written in the same elegant handwriting, but the words felt raw, almost urgent.

I saw you tonight. You were stunning, as always. One day, I’ll tell you this in person. For now, let this be enough.

Her heart raced as she read the note. The timing was too perfect. Could it really be him?

---

The letter sat on (Y/N)’s coffee table, its words burning into her mind. "I saw you tonight." The timing was too coincidental. She couldn’t ignore the possibility that Katsuki Bakugou might be her mystery admirer.

Still, doubt lingered. Could the man known for his explosive temper and gruff demeanor really write something so vulnerable and heartfelt?

The next morning, (Y/N) couldn’t shake the thought of him. She decided to take Mina’s advice and look into her potential admirer. She flipped open her laptop, pulling up past interviews, performances, and anything she could find about Bakugou.

Despite his fiery personality on stage, she noticed glimpses of something else in his quieter moments—subtle but telling. The way his fingers lingered on his guitar strings during an acoustic performance, the way he spoke about music like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Could there be more to him than met the eye?

---

Across the city, Bakugou was struggling with his own dilemma.

"Why’d you chicken out?" Kirishima asked, leaning against the counter of Bakugou’s kitchen.

"I didn’t chicken out," Bakugou snapped, glaring at his friend. "I just... didn’t think it was the right time."

Kirishima raised an eyebrow. "You literally had the perfect chance to tell her last night. Now she’s probably more confused than ever."

Bakugou growled, running a hand through his hair. "It’s not that simple, alright? What if she thinks it’s weird? Or worse, what if she doesn’t care?"

Kirishima smirked. "Oh, she cares. Trust me. The way she was looking at you last night? She’s curious. You’ve already got her attention. Now it’s up to you not to screw it up."

Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms. "Yeah, yeah. I’ll figure it out."

---

Later that day, (Y/N) found herself back at the studio, trying to focus on recording. But her mind kept wandering, replaying her interactions with Bakugou and the letters.

"Earth to (Y/N)!" her producer called, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Sorry," she muttered, adjusting her headphones. "Let’s try that again."

As the track played, she poured her emotions into the lyrics, her voice carrying a rawness that hadn’t been there before. By the time they wrapped up the session, her producer was beaming.

"That was incredible," he said. "You’re really feeling this one, huh?"

(Y/N) nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. Music had always been her outlet, but this song felt different—like she was channeling all the confusion, excitement, and vulnerability she’d been holding inside.

---

That evening, she received an unexpected message from Mina.

Mina: "Guess who’s performing at that charity concert tomorrow? 😉"

(Y/N) blinked at her screen, her stomach flipping as she read the attached flyer. Sure enough, Katsuki Bakugou’s name was listed among the performers.

Her fingers hovered over her keyboard.

(Y/N): "You think I should go?"

Mina: "Are you kidding? Of course! You need to figure this out, and what better way than to see him in his element?"

(Y/N) hesitated, but Mina was right. If she wanted answers, she couldn’t just sit back and wait.

---

The next night, (Y/N) arrived at the concert venue, her heart pounding as she took her seat near the front. The atmosphere was electric, with fans cheering and the buzz of anticipation filling the air.

When it was finally Bakugou’s turn to perform, the crowd erupted into screams and applause. He walked onto the stage with his signature confidence, gripping the microphone as his band prepared to play.

But then something unexpected happened.

Instead of launching into one of his usual high-energy songs, Bakugou gestured for the band to hold back. The stage lights dimmed, leaving him in a spotlight as he picked up an acoustic guitar.

"This one’s... different," he said, his voice gruff but steady. "I wrote it for someone who probably doesn’t even realize how much they mean to me."

(Y/N)’s breath caught as the first chords filled the air. His voice, raw and unfiltered, carried the emotion of every word as he sang about longing, admiration, and fear of rejection.

It was beautiful—and unmistakably personal.

As the final note lingered in the air, Bakugou looked out at the audience, his crimson eyes scanning the crowd. For a fleeting moment, his gaze landed on her, and she felt the intensity of his stare like a jolt to her chest.

Could this be his way of confessing?

---

The applause roared through the venue as Katsuki Bakugou stood on stage, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His song, stripped bare of his usual fiery bravado, left the audience spellbound. But for (Y/N), it was so much more—it felt like a window into his soul.

As the crowd cheered, his crimson eyes scanned the faces again, lingering on her for a beat too long. Her heart raced, and for the first time, she wasn’t sure if it was from the music or the possibility that he’d just revealed himself as her mysterious admirer.

When the show ended, (Y/N) couldn’t sit still. She needed answers, and for once, she wasn’t going to overthink it. She made her way backstage, her palms clammy and her mind spinning with every scenario imaginable.

The security guard stopped her briefly, but she showed him her industry pass, and after a moment, he nodded her through.

The backstage area was buzzing with activity—crew members packing up equipment and performers chatting in clusters. She spotted him leaning against the wall near the dressing rooms, his usual scowl firmly in place as his bandmates spoke animatedly beside him.

Summoning all her courage, she approached.

“Bakugou.”

He looked up sharply, his red eyes widening slightly before narrowing again. “(Y/N)? What’re you doing back here?”

Her voice wavered for a moment, but she steadied herself. “I needed to talk to you.”

His bandmates exchanged knowing smirks before making themselves scarce, leaving the two of them alone.

“What’s up?” he asked, crossing his arms. His tone was casual, but there was a tension in his posture that told her he wasn’t as indifferent as he wanted to appear.

She took a deep breath. “That song you played tonight. Was it... about me?”

The question hung in the air like a challenge. Bakugou’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, she thought he might deflect or deny it. But then he sighed, running a hand through his messy blond hair.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice low. “It was.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “So you’re the one who’s been sending me the letters?”

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Look, I know it’s weird. I just... I didn’t know how else to say it. You’re not like anyone else in this industry. Your music—it’s real. And you... you’re real.”

His words were raw, unpolished, and utterly genuine.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” she asked softly.

He shrugged, his lips curving into a wry smirk. “Because I’m not exactly the romantic type. Thought you’d laugh in my face or something.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile at that. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. Those letters were beautiful, Katsuki.”

His eyes snapped up to hers, surprise flashing across his face. “You mean that?”

“I do.”

They stood there for a moment, the noise of the bustling backstage fading into the background. Finally, (Y/N) reached into her bag and pulled out the most recent letter—the one she’d found on her coffee table.

“When I read this, I didn’t know who it could be. But now...” She stepped closer, holding the note between them. “Now it all makes sense.”

Bakugou swallowed hard, his usual confidence faltering under her gaze. “So... what now?”

A small smile tugged at her lips. “How about we start with coffee?”

His eyes widened slightly before softening. He let out a short laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess that’s a good place to start.”

As they left the venue together, the world outside felt a little brighter, the music in their hearts no longer hidden but shared.

---

The End.

[ynnova]

Hello again! I’m out for Spring Break now (finally!) and have a couple more questions if you’re still taking them! (Thank you for answering my other ones, I really love your writing😄) Again, feel free to answer all of these or only a couple. I feel like I’m always coming up with new things to ask you and I don’t want it to come off as demanding or anything like that!

1.) I’ll start with the shortest question first, but does Y/N have a favorite song that she likes to perform and why?

2.) I feel like a couple of the members are chronically online, so I was wondering how often Y/N posts online/how involved she is with the fandom? Like does she watch edits of the other members? Has she seen edits of herself?

3.) This one is kind of (?) connected to the last one! Most of the members tend to keep up with TikTok trends a lot (especially Yunho). Has Y/N done any dancing TikTok trends/thirst traps? How do the guys react when she posts thirst traps? Does she convince the guys to film TikToks/Instagram reels with her?

4.) During the Valentine’s Day concert, we saw that Mingi asked Yunho to be his Valentine and Yeosang gave chocolate to an Atiny. Did San (or any of the other members) ask Y/N to be their Valentine (or vice versa)? Did they all do anything fun together after the concert to celebrate Valentines Day?

5.) I was watching a compilation of fan boys freaking out over their favorite artists the other day and was wondering if Y/N had any funny experiences with fan boys (or girls!)?

6.) This is my last question for now and then I’ll leave you alone😂 But how many people in the industry know that all of the members are dating? Is it kind of like a well-kept secret in the industry, or do only close friends know?

Also a quick note, ik this is kind of like a self insert character, but I will probably just refer to “Y/N” in the third person when asking questions/sending in requests to avoid confusion! I also know the first question is kind of based on preference, which can be difficult to answer when it comes to self-insert characters, so feel free to skip over that one if you need to! Thank you again for taking the time to respond to all of my questions, I hope you have a good day🫶

omg i love all these questions 🤩 thank you for sending them in! and don't worry, you don't sound demanding at all! i tried to answer all of them, but i decided to save question five for its own separate post!

does y/n have a favorite song she likes to perform?

there's two songs that you really like to perform. the first one being the real you've loved performing it since promotions for it and even now during concerts. you think it's just an overall fun song which is why you like performing it especially with the dance break.

the second song that is your favorite to perform is halazia. that's also just one of your favorite songs period. you don't really have a reason why you like performing it so much besides the fact that you enjoyed the concept and hope to do a song / concept again in the future.

how often is y/n online?

you're probably the most chronically online out of the group. like do you even sleep? by the looks of how many 2 a.m. and 3 a.m. lives i would say no ���� i would also say you are pretty involved in the fandom – you def have a secret twitter account ( and probably a tumblr one too, got to read all that good fanfic of you and boys after all 🤣 )

when it comes to posting; however, while you have a great aesthetic when posting, you are probably the most inconsistent when it comes to posting on twitter, instagram, fromm, etc.

you have also definitely watched edits of yourself and the boys. most of the time they just pop up on your feed, and you've seen too many at this point that edits just make up part of your feed now lol. you also probably have quite a few of those edits of the guys saved on your phone . . . you know . . . for science.

has y/n done any tiktok trends / thirst traps? how do the guys react to them? do they do tiktok videos with her?

you do some tiktok dances every once in a while! atiny, and yn-inator, eat those videos UP whenever you do post them. this goes for the thirst trap videos as well. you and the guys have also done videos together! usually either dance ones or funny ones – you really like doing the fun ones and its easy to talk the guys like seonghwa, yunho, or san into. but you have managed to convince jongho every once in a while.

when you do posts thirst traps, the guys usually also eat them up 🤭 some of them ( seonghwa, jongho, and yeosang ) try to act like they don't bother them, but we all know they have your videos saved on their phones. the other guys also tend to comment on the videos, usually with emojis.

did one of the members ask to be her valentine (vice versa)? what did y/n and the guys do after the concert?

both san and wooyoung asked you to be their valentine during the concert, while you actually asked hongjoong to be yours. everyone thought it was hilarious and hongjoong was a little flustered and caught off guard, but still accepted it.

you also gave a rose to an atiny the video of you doing so went viral. the atiny literally started sobbing when you handed the rose to them. you looked exactly like the scared hamster meme for a split second before you held their hand and then walked back up on stage.

after the concert, originally you all were going to go out and eat at a restaurant but decided against it last minute. instead the nine of you dressed up, ordered room service, and piled up in one of your hotel rooms. the nine of you also shared a bottle of wine together, kissed before going to sleep. hongjoong did take you out the next free day you all had and gave you a custom made bracelet, joking that he couldn't get a ring so he got you a bracelet instead.

how many people in the industry know ateez are all dating?

only a rare select few. like you and some of the boys have only told the friends you are extremely closest to. a lot of idols / actors only know that you and san are dating because its public knowledge, but as all nine of you? no.

like during kingdom for example, the other groups just assumed you were all just close and nothing more. you all pretended like the cameras were running at all times during that survival hell show. like changbin knew for example because him and wooyoung are good friends, but the rest of stray kids were clueless about it.

send in any thoughts, questions, or requests that you might have for y/n.

[cocained]

crime plots part 3: (part one | part two)

tw: drugs, guns, mention of murder, etc.

two people who are drug dealers, but together! they run a successful business and besides being colleagues, they are also highly in love with each another.

a group plot kinda based on baby driver where a bunch of criminals are brought together for robberies, or anything really, and splitting the money in the end. they all know each other because they worked together before or just met somewhere down the line and they all have different talents and connections (friendships, love, exes or rivals). the team usually changes depending on the job, but the boss think this particular team works well so it becomes a consistent. they work different together on cases, things go wrong and sometimes it goes really well. this can go many ways! hook-ups, break-ups, arguments, saving each other’s lives, almost getting caught, etc!

a world infamous hacker is known for their ways that are impossible to crack. their activities could vary from hacking notorious businesses to darker stuff like having their own cyber criminal organization or working with the most dangerous people in the world. either way no one knows who they truly are, until the hacker gets hacked and receives voice/video calls or even a package or a visit to their house! from there on things could go either way: working together, threatening to expose one another, wanting to learn from one another... bonus: after a while they fall in love but it’s long distance so what they do is they hack into each other’s phones and toy with each others lives bc they have no idea what privacy is and omg imagine the angst!

i’m a gangleader and you’re a rookie trying to prove themselves and i have a soft spot for you because you’re cute, so i help you out. i teach you things and bring you along to places just so i can have your back. and people in the gang start talking shit, but i get highly defensive and if anyone else tries to make a move on you i might lose it. plot twist: i get injured and you’re taking care of me.

we’re both part of a different crime family and to settle the decade old war we are forced to marry each other. but we spent our entire life hating each other because people that we cared got killed because of this war and for years i was under protection so i could never do what i wanted because of you. now muse a is a little bit scared of muse b bc they’re just normal and muse b is a lot more involved in the industry, killed people and god knows what. muse a also had to break up with their previous partner because of the arranged marriage. and let’s be real, this was never meant to last and at some point they’re starting to cheat on each other and that’s when the possessiveness begins and arguments turn into them slowly starting to care about each other.

i’m a stripper/prostitute working for you and honestly i don’t love doing this, but i need the money and it’s the only way to get close to you and i’m honestly breaking my own heart having to see you with other entertainers bc let’s be real, you barely know i exist

i work in the emergency room and you keep coming in with bullet/stab wounds and crazy stories about how you got them and i don’t believe you so i confront you one on one and tell you what i think is really going on here, you’re a criminal aren’t you?

someone close to me got killed and in order to find answers i dive into their world, only to find out they live a double life full of crime. no one knows i’m going undercover as an innocent rookie and i try to get close to the people involved to get answers. of course, i meet a love interest that either i get along with from the start and helps me with adjusting into this new life or it’s like an enemies to lovers sorta thing. only to realize after a while that it’s too late to go back to normal and now i’m the one that’s living the double life and as though that’s not enough, the answers i’ve been looking for are not what i expected them to be...

muse a is a detective in a murder investigation, they always give it their all, but this time they’re told to do so by all means necessary. a murder of someone ‘important’ or maybe an expected serial killer! muse b is an inmate charged with murder and they’re highly intelligent, very cooperative and their murder is just very similar to the one that just occurred. hence the reason muse b is asked to become the criminal consultant for a reduced sentence, helping muse a with their investigation because who can think like a criminal better than a criminal? optional: muse b is sending help from the outside world to help with the investigation there too (and protect the detective!)

i’m rich as shit and when they say you don’t become this rich by being an good person — they’re right. a lot of it is drug money (or something else?) and it’s a secret i’m planning on bringing to my grave until one day my house keeper/pool boy/gardener/??? overhears one of my phone calls and instead of them taking the hush money to keep this between us, they want to go on a date.

[ingravinoveritas]

Oh FFS 🤦🏼‍♀️ did you see AL’s tweet? A 1:1 copy of Georgia’s haha OMG such couple goals post/story, again.

And why the heck would they of all people no want to see their own partners celebrated and encouraged? You know, those partners who ensure the nice cozy life they lead and who by their profession are dependent on the public and industry’s continued positive acknowledgment… Not that mutual support shouldn’t be present in any relationship, mind.

I'm in the middle of answering a few other Asks/writing a detailed post about some of Georgia's recent posts this week, so I will save a lot of my thoughts for there, but...yes. Yes, I did see AL's newest tweet, and I am amazed at her blatantly copying Georgia. Again...

I think the thing for me--other than the exact copying, which is just painful at this point--is that I would have zero issue with either one of these posts if it felt like there was even a smidge of affection behind them. If there is a joke here and that's how these posts are meant, they're somehow not reading that way at all. It also seems like both AL and Georgia think a joke and an insult are the same thing (and I realize that in British culture/sensibility that is often the case), but again, what makes it distinguishable is that underlying feeling of affection that is seemingly absent from these posts.

At what point does "Don't encourage him" actually start to mean, "I don't encourage him" or "I don't support him"? A person in a relationship can start to feel over time that their partner doesn't support or encourage them through their actions, even if the partner doesn't ever say those exact words out loud. And this would be no less egregious or worth calling out if it was Michael and David doing it to AL and Georgia, but it noticeably seems to keep being directed from one side to the other.

That is the other piece of this as well, that both of these posts are not one-off occurrences, but part of a larger pattern of comments that have been going on for years (which I've written about previously on my blog) and seem to particularly occur in response to David or Michael receiving any kind of praise or accolades in the press. The difference now versus in the past is that I've started to see some pushback in response to both. There are many comments on AL's tweet from folks saying that Michael deserves encouragement, and shouldn't it give one pause to consider that such a sentiment is so opposite to what his own partner is saying? That the one person who should be his number one supporter consistently reacts in the least supportive way possible?

And I agree with you as well about mutual support being important, which again is what makes all of this seem so unbalanced. David has frequently been supportive of Georgia, but with Michael and AL, neither one honestly seems that supportive of the other. For me it's also that Michael is so consistently and effusively supportive of David that it becomes even more noticeable when he doesn't do that with someone else. All Anna's tweet today did is draw even more attention to that and to the (less than positive) similarities between her and Georgia, and I imagine that is not at all what she was hoping for.

Those are my thoughts, at least. I know plenty of people will continue to see Michael/AL and David/Georgia as #couplegoals--and if that is how people feel, they are welcome to it--but for me, a relationship where the frequent centerpiece is putting down your partner on social media doesn't seem like one I'd want to be in. Glad to hear from others with your perspectives as well...

[not-goldy]

Speaking as an ex-pjms akgae (and jk anti, yeah), jikookers and jm stans are too hard on jk. I've been absent from stan twt for almost year and came back for jm's album and just stumbled upon ays. Now I see just how damn insane and stupid some of jikookers and pjms are. Some of yall fr think Jimin is a damsel in distress waiting for you to save him and a weakling. Saw so many pjms saying jk is an abusive asshole abusing poor soft gentle weak jm and wanted to throw up. Jm is far from being a damsel in distress. This mf shuts down people who annoy him and piss him off like no business, he cuts them off, he tells them to fuck off in the most diplomatic and nice ways possible but nevertheless shuts them down. I really need to know where some of yall were all this time. 'Omg jk is so abusive and rude, omg he is so cold, omg he is so aggressive' and it's a clip of jk saying jimin is a shit driver too, spanking his ass and being upset that jm didnt call him. Mf??? Yes, jm is gentle, caring and has a huge amazing heart but some of you turn a blind eye on the fact that he tends to be short-tempered and is actually really hard and bossy. People are multi-faceted, multi-dimensional, people can be a combination of nice, glimmer and angelic and some tucked up shit. 'Jk hits jm!!' so does jm??? He plays with jk as rough, if not more rough sometimes. 'Jk is rude and cold' and jm shuts him down??? He metaphorically whoops his ass and calls him out on his behavior?? Jk is not an angel but so is Jm despite how nice and kind he is he can be petty af sometimes. Jk is not easy to handle (as said by himself) but so is jm. Pjms always shit on jk for drinking and doing his drunk lives calling him and alcoholic but then turn around and listen to FACE. They blame jk for singing about sex but then call Like Crazy soty (rightfully tho). Mind you, jm literally sings about escaping the reality by drinking and having sex with his partner (while said partner is concerned as it was in the original lyrics), not to mention Like crazy's choreography with backup dancers doing sex positions. They blame jk for feeding jikookers by talking about jm too much but then ignore that jm does it too. Like, bro pack it up, almost everything you shit on jk and blame him for applies to jm too, and vice versa.

Hop off jm's dick, you are not his mother, stop acting like jimin is a woman, thats a mf man, with a dick and everything, a damn strong headed amazing man!!! He is not a child, not a poor damsel in abusive relationship. A weakling would not survive in an industry like this and jimin thrives there. He is thriving in a mf military. Pajamas, you are not his mother!!! Jimin is not a victim

And for God's sake, hop of jks dick too. The guy can't catch a damn break. No, smoking doesn't mean he is a bad person. My dad smokes, my aunt smokes and I smoke, too, and believe me they are amazing people, the kindest I've ever met. We just need to clear our head and take the anxiety away. Drinking doesn't mean he is a bad person, everybody drinks and jm is the most vocal about it. Singing about sex doesn't mean he is a bad person. Doing explicit chores doesn't mean he is a bad person, jms choreography is more explicit anyway. Promoting your work and wanting recognition doesn't mean he is an asshole, thats his work. Being confident and wanting to be the best doesn't mean he is arrogant, jm is literally the same he's just not that vocal abt it. I swear, whatever jk does and whichever lengths he goes for jm, it's never enough for people. Idk, maybe yall should detach a little bit and look at his actions with unbiased eyes. The man does the most and gets shitted on by everyone, tkkrs blaming him, calling him a liar, a puppet and everything else, jkkrs calling him an asshole for not handling jm like a damsel in distress and for having his own feelings and being upset because of jm, pjms hating him for breathing and living, jjks being passive aggressive and shitting on him for not fulfilling their fantasies and for his bond with jm. Idk, an insane idea, I know, but maybe, just maybe, they both are humans? With their own flows??? They are not your ideas? Not your fic characters? These are real people, with everything good and ugly. Don't project on them your ideals and beliefs just because YOU ☹️🫵 is unsatisfied with your own life and want to treat them like object to satisfy you

Jimin stands on business

Some one sent me an ask saying I used to be obsessed with how feminine Jimin is and asked what changed and I just swiped up on that Ask cos how in the hell in 2024 are we still assuming feminine means Damsel in distress.

Do I love that he has a feminine side to him??

Yes

Do I wish sometimes he has a vagina

Don't judge I'm a lesbian yes.

But there's a type of feminine I like and a type I hate.

This?

Hate her. Will run her over with a bus

This

Eiishh I'll go on my knees for her

This

If you don't get her off my screen.

This

She can paint me like one of her dragons

Speaking of dragons

Now yall know they have me in a chokehold 🥺

When I think of Jimin as feminine I think of all the strong independent badass fems and nonbinary out there.

Would I like to braid his hair and paint our toe nails together sure. I mean I can't throw him over my shoulder and spin him around like Jungkook does.

Me and Jungkook we have a type 🤪

[riddlerosehearts]

i found ur blog recently after becoming incredibly infatuated with twst but specifically idia shroud (my friends said i act like him to an uncanny level and they were absolutely right...) and i love your vilidia posts dearly. ok that's it thank u

OMG that's so awesome, welcome to the twst fandom and congrats on having such fantastic taste in characters and ships lol!! i adore vilidia (obviously, if my whole vilidia tag is any indication) but i haven't posted about them in so long, i hope you don't mind if i use your ask as an excuse to share some silly little headcanons that i don't believe i've posted before:

so i think that when vil was like, 10 or so, his dad tried to encourage his love of potion-making by getting him one of those candy chemistry kits. the ones that come in super cute colorful boxes and teach you how to make things like exploding pop rocks and glow-in-the-dark gummies while explaining the science behind it. (here's a picture of basically the exact thing i'm thinking of.) but vil, poor sweet little vil who'd already let the brutality of the entertainment industry make him believe that he needed to be absolutely perfect, just rolled his eyes and said he was too old for that stuff and that all of that candy wouldn't be good for him anyway. he never once touched the kit, even though part of him probably did really want to.

and i also think that at some point, after he and idia had started dating, idia bought one of those same kits online and just barely mustered up the courage to ask vil if he'd like to join him and ortho in making some of the candy. he claimed the entire thing was ortho's idea, but vil could tell that idia really wanted them to do this together and he decided it'd be okay to indulge his boyfriend just once. as he actually made the candy he realized that although it obviously didn't teach him a single thing he didn't already know, it was still a lot of fun and he wished he hadn't rejected things like that as a kid.

also, speaking of chemistry, there's a voice line in-game where idia implies that he is not good at it. so while i think he and vil would be fascinated by each other's different fields of scientific interest and would love talking about it together i also think that one day idia just very overdramatically goes like: "omg i'm doing soooooo bad in my chemistry classes... if only some super smart and kind and very attractive person would help me out..."

and vil responds by telling idia that he most certainly does not share his younger brother's talent as an actor. but he agrees to help anyway and then they have cute study dates.

idia's habit of starting to excitedly infodump about his interests only to suddenly get embarrassed and stop persists for a while into his relationship with vil but every single time it happens, vil encourages idia to keep going. he often says things like "oh, are you done already? that's a shame, i was so looking forward to hearing more about sora's journey to save kairi". it takes a long time but eventually idia gets to a point where he's so comfortable around vil that he doesn't feel embarrassed anymore.

[changbinsboobs]

hi I saw you did a post on how skz views the kpop industry & it’s future! I was wondering if you could do a reading on how skz sees their future as a group? Thank you if you do!

Omg i can't believe this happened again😭 i lost almost the whole reading...AGAIN!!!!!😤

3rd Eye Tarot used

*for entertainment purposes only!

What do Skz think about their future as a group?

Chan

He thinks their future is gonna be very fruitful and thinks/hopes they can do this for a long time until they're old and saggy💗 (very optimistic, almost child-like energy, like kinda naive)

Lee Know

He thinks they have a bright future as long as they keep putting in effort and strive for the top. Hd thinks skz will get even bigger and more successful in the future.

Changbin

Ughhhh i don't wann rewrite that huge paragraph😭 someone save me🥲 ok so he has a lot to say here. Skz doesn't bring him the fulfillment he thought it would or once did and he feels trapped in that position he has, but he doesn't have a different direction he wants to go so he just stays. Like he knows thats not for him anymore and that his place, happiness an fulfillment is somewhere else but he doesn't know where yet so instead of making a rash decision that would influence so many people (his group, his company, his fans, himself) he decides to stay until he at least knows where to. I think he feels like the renewal of contracts couldn't have come at a worst time. Any other time he wouldn't hesitate at all to renew it but i think due to his metamorphosis currently, he had a huge difficulty deciding. Or well, not really deciding, i think the decision cane quick, what he struggled with i think was accepting his decision. Cuz i don't think he's happy with it but he tries to trick himself into loving it to make it more "bearable". Now don't get me wrong he still likes being in the group, he still likes doing music and being an idol. But it feels like his time for that has gone up and its not "his" thing anymore. Also regarding skz, or think he views them as very successful and thinks they'll be even more successful in the future, but i don't think he assigns this success to himself anymore. I think he doesn't identify himself with skz and feels kinda left out. Idk how to describe it. Like he just doesn't belong there anymore, the way that he used to.

(Ugjfkkff im really dissatisfied with what i wrote here cuz the first time i wrote it it was really coherent and it all made sense and u could clearly follow the train of thought in it cuz i was reading straight up from the energy but now i had to like recall from memory what i have already written, and i feel like the second time its not as pure as the first cuz i have already read it once and know what its about so when i rewrite it it doesn't go abcdefg, it doesn't go a,d,g it goes cfabgf, like all over the place. Cuz now it comes from the mind instead of the heart. Well anyway...ill try to save it all next time🥲)

Hyunjin

Ughhh...so i think he either thinks the group would continue without some members, orrrr...he thinks the group would be more successful without some members. Idk which one thats about but i definitely don't see an ot8. Other than that i think he wants to try out more different kinds of concepts than they're doing right now and thinks skz will have the success and freedom in the future to do so. Also the thing in the begining might also be concerning sub units. So like he thinks the group might split into 2 sub units in the future and that way one would be more successful cus it embodies a different concept thats more hip.

Han

I think he thinks that theres some different opinions to come in the future that might excite the waters. But if they manage to talk them out the group will continue being successful.

Felix

He and chan are the mist enthusiastic ones. He thinks Skz is gonna reap great, amazing success in the future. Even more than now. Twice as much. 10-fold even. And he feels deep love towards the group like the members individually but also the group skz itself. He feels kinda possessive and attached to it, like some sort of his safety blanket or idk how to call it. I think thats in terms of emotional co-dependance, but also financially cuz it gives him great freedom and he's already accustomed to a life style that he likes. I think he also really appreciates the love from the fans and it gives him a sense of security cuz he gets all the confirmation his heart desires from the fans. He really lives the love and adoration he's drown in and wants to keep it that way for the future too and thinks he has quite a few good years in the industry together with the guys.

Seungmin

He thinks Skz has already made their bed and even if they were to just lay back and reap the fruits they've grown they would still be successful and well of. That being said i don't think he sees a need to push and hustle the way they did when they first debuted and i believe he thinks that actually laying back a bit would even boost their popularity as people start to miss them and they become kinda "exclusive"(?) like when you can't have something all the time, you want it even more.

I.N

Im not picking on much details here i think he just wants to keep doing what they have been doing until now, and thinks as long as they keep their integrity about their work they will be successful:)