Big shot era Spamton is such a fascinating incredibly complex little freak to me for reasons I feel I don’t see too often explored in fan content
The Addisons told us Spamton was a loser who struggled to make sales and connect with the Lightners - that is before he became a big shot, thanks to his mysterious benefactor doing it all for him. He’s also literally personified spam email. That's a lot to think about!!
I wonder, did he have to work on his “big shot” persona in private, learning to act the part of a big successful businessman who definitely knows what he’s doing? Has he told so many lies about himself that he’s struggling to remember all of them? Did it reach a point where he began to forget who he was before it all started?
At rich swanky Cyber City parties, did he secretly feel out of place, like an imposter? Did he have to learn to suppress all his weird physical quirks that come from being what he is, spam email? Did Spamton ever lie awake at night and worry if his benefactor ever suddenly up and left, he’d be lost and incompetent again? That he’d lose everything he had gained? (Yes.)
Now throw Tenna into the mix, a man who was genuinely adored and had already made it big on his own. We know Spamton never shared his secret with Tenna. Tenna genuinely admired Spamton, and I imagine this must have weighed heavy on Spamton at times.
Did Tenna's presence alone ever make Spamton feel insecure about himself? Did Spamton ever feel guilty about how he’s lying to Tenna about his success? Tenna was (likely) the one person Spamton was truly close with when at his peak. Did Spamton worry if Tenna found out the truth of his success, he'd think of him as a fraud and be disgusted and leave him, and he’d be alone? The Addisons don’t want Spamton anymore, the Cyber City upper crust are only act like they do, and the Lightners never did.
It’s also a good thing Tenna never learned what an email is. I wonder how he’d feel if he knew exactly what Spamton was: seedy spam mail meant to trick the Lightners Tenna adores so much? Would he think differently of him?
Did the stress of everything ever get to Spamton and lead to a full blown drunken crashout in his room?
(This is also very much my own special interests peeking through but the fact that he’s a walking piece of 90s internet is SO fucking cool to me and I love whenever I see it utilized.
Think about him conjuring gifs and pop up ads. Think about him accidentally spreading viruses and computer worms. Think about him glitching out when he’s panicking or he gets frozen when walking (or in his case, loading) into a new place and Tenna has to physically pick him up and carry him. That kind of stuff!!!)
Now, that’s not to say BS Spammy can’t have that suave, confident, cigar-smoking businessman side to him that I see so often depicted - buuuuuut I love to think that’s him putting on a facade, trying really hard to present himself as the person he wants to be seen as. It’s even possible that some of the power he received went to his head, heck the Mysterious Phone Benefactor was essentially making him feel like a Wall Street god, I could see some of that confident cockiness almost becoming genuine at some points, if the fear of what he actually is wasn’t in the back of his head at all times.
Like, cmon, his name is BS Spamton. He’s a bullshitter. He bullshits everyone around him. He’s all fake!
Of course, this is all personal speculation for a version of a character that we really only get to see vague remnants of, but it’s how I interpret him based on all the clues we’ve been given! Make him weird make him sweaty make him a little ugly. It's what he deserves.
GIRL ISTG IMMA KILL YU FOR BREAKING MY HEART. WHY WAS THAT SO BEAUTIFULLLL. I ACTUALLY BEG OF YOU TO DO A PART 2 FOR THE HEARTBREAKING ENDINGS WHERE WE HAVE A HAPPY ENDING PLS PLSSSS
Stray Kids as Your Lovesick Best Friend
Tag:smut, fluff, friends to lovers
A/n:only doing this because people almost came to my house to beat me up for making something sad 😭 so answering the requests of a whole 2 people, I made a happy ending 🤓 did I like it? no. but it’s what you get babies(there’s your happy ending 😆 @thebinrabisforbabygir
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M.list / m.skz
༄Minho:
You and Lee Minho have been inseparable since childhood. You grew up together, shared everything, and somewhere along the way Minho fell hopelessly in love with you. He never confessed, terrified of losing the most precious person in his life. For the past year he was convinced you were dating Changbin — he saw how close you two were, the constant texting, the hugs, the inside jokes. The pain of thinking you belonged to someone else ate him alive, but he stayed by your side, smiling and teasing like always, while quietly breaking inside.
- He’s always been quietly protective and caring in his own way. Calls you “kitten” and “baby” like it’s nothing, but his voice gets softer when he says it. Remembers every single detail about you since you were kids — your favorite ice cream flavor, how you hate loud thunderstorms, the exact way you like your ramyeon, and which hoodie of his you always steal.
- Loves spending time with you: cooking together late at night, dancing with you in the empty practice room, letting you fall asleep on his chest while watching dramas, and sending you pictures of every cat he sees because they remind him of you.
- Gets jealous in silence. When he thought you were with Changbin he would go quiet, jaw tight, but still showed up for you every single time. He’d bring your favorite snacks even when his heart was hurting.
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The nights were the hardest. After seeing you laugh with Changbin or hug him goodbye, Minho would come home with his chest tight and his body aching with need and frustration.
He’d lock his bedroom door, turn off the lights, and lie back on his bed. Heart racing, he’d open his secret folder filled with photos of you — you smiling at him since childhood, you wearing his oversized hoodie, candid shots where you looked so beautiful it hurt. His cock would already be hard and leaking just from thinking about you.
Minho would push his sweatpants down, wrap his hand around his throbbing length and start stroking slowly, biting his lip to stay quiet. He was so submissive in those moments, completely lost in fantasies of you. “Please… kitten…” he’d whisper breathlessly, eyes closed, cheeks flushed as he pumped his hand. He imagined you on top of him, pinning his wrists down, riding him slow and deep while calling him a good boy. He pictured your hand around his cock instead of his own, your lips kissing his neck, your voice praising him as he whimpered under you.
His strokes would get faster, desperate, hips bucking up into his fist like he had no control. Precum dripped everywhere as he moaned softly, imagining you riding his face, then sinking down on his cock, telling him how pretty he looks when he’s needy for you. “I’m yours… only yours…” he’d whimper, voice breaking, completely submissive to the fantasy of you dominating him. He’d edge himself for as long as he could, stopping right before cumming just to drag it out, until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
When he finally came, it was intense — thick, long ropes of cum spilling over his stomach and chest while he moaned your name in a broken, shaky whisper, body trembling and eyes watery from how strongly he felt for you. Afterward he’d lie there panting, covered in his own mess, feeling guilty but still so in love it hurt.
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One rainy evening you showed up at the dorm after a long day. Minho let you in, made you tea, and you two ended up talking for hours. When you casually mentioned that you and Changbin were never actually dating — you were just close friends — Minho froze. His heart started racing like crazy.
He couldn’t hold it in anymore.
With his cheeks burning bright red, ears completely flushed, and hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, Minho looked down, too embarrassed to meet your eyes at first.
“I… I thought you were with him this whole time,” he mumbled, voice small and shy. “And even thinking that… I couldn’t stop loving you. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, kitten. Since you held my hand when I was scared. I know I’m an idiot for never saying anything… but I love you. So much. I want to be the one who makes you happy. If you don’t feel the same I’ll understand, I just— I had to tell you.”
His face was tomato red, eyes glossy, looking so adorably shy and vulnerable that your heart melted.
You told him you felt the same way — that you had liked him for years too.
The relief and happiness on Minho’s face were instant. He let out a shy little laugh and finally looked at you, eyes sparkling. You leaned in and kissed him. The kiss started soft but quickly turned deep and hungry after years of waiting.
Minho carried you to his bed, hands slightly trembling. He was needy, passionate, and still a little shy as he undressed you, kissing every inch of your skin like you were sacred. He spent a long time between your legs, licking and sucking on your clit with soft, desperate moans, sliding two fingers inside you while looking up at you with flushed cheeks.
When he finally pushed his cock inside you, he buried his face in your neck, groaning deeply. “Fuck… you feel so good… so warm,” he panted, moving slowly at first, savoring every second. His thrusts gradually became deeper and faster, but he kept whispering sweet, needy things against your skin — “I love you… been dreaming about this for so long… you’re mine now, right?”
You both came hard — you first, clenching around him, then Minho spilling deep inside you with a broken moan of your name, body shaking as he held you tight.
Afterwards he cleaned you up gently, then pulled you into his arms under the blankets. He kept pressing soft kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and lips, still blushing a little as he smiled.
“You’re really my girlfriend now?” he asked quietly, voice full of wonder and happiness.
“Yes, Minho. I’m yours. Finally.”
From that day on, Minho became the most loving, protective, and devoted boyfriend. Still teasing, still calling you kitten, but now he kisses you freely, holds your hand proudly, and looks at you like you’re his entire world. After years of silent love and misunderstanding, you two finally got your happy ending — together, exactly where you were always meant to be
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༄Hyunjin:
You and Hyunjin have been close friends for a long time. He’s the dramatic, artistic, and incredibly affectionate one who always turns every moment with you into something beautiful. Hyunjin fell deeply in love with you — the kind of love that inspires paintings, poems, and dances. At first he thought his feelings were one-sided. He believed you only saw him as a friend, nothing more. That belief hurt him for months, but he never stopped loving you.
- He showers you with affection in his dramatic Hyunjin way: long hugs, playing with your hair, calling you “beautiful”, “my muse”, and “angel”. He draws and paints you constantly, sometimes showing you the softer sketches, sometimes keeping the more intimate ones hidden.
- He’s extra clingy and jealous when other members get too close to you, pouting dramatically and pulling you to his side while saying “She’s mine to spoil today.”
- Remembers every little thing: your favorite flowers, the songs that make you emotional, how you like your coffee, and the exact shade of color that reminds him of your eyes.
- Creates art and choreographies about you in secret. Many of his softest, most emotional works are inspired by his love for you.
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Even while believing you didn’t like him back, the feelings were too strong to contain.
Late at night, after spending the day with you — laughing, hugging, feeling your touch — Hyunjin would go to his room, heart and body aching. He’d lock the door, dim the lights, and open his private folder filled with photos and sketches of you.
His cock would already be hard just from thinking about you. He’d wrap his long fingers around himself and start stroking slowly, eyes half-closed, breathing shaky. “Fuck… I want you so much…” he’d whisper, biting his lip. He imagined you underneath him, looking up at him with love, moaning his name while he fucked you deep and passionate. He pictured you riding him, hands on his chest, calling him “Jinnie” as you moved.
His strokes would get faster and more desperate, hips thrusting into his fist as precum dripped down his length. He’d edge himself, moaning softly, imagining your tight, wet pussy clenching around him, your lips on his neck, your fingers pulling his hair. When he finally came, it was intense — thick ropes of cum spilling over his abs and hand while he groaned your name, body trembling with pleasure and longing.
After every time he felt that bittersweet ache, still hoping one day you might see him differently.
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One quiet night after practice, you two were alone in the studio. Hyunjin was unusually nervous, cheeks already turning pink. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.
With his ears bright red and hands fidgeting, he looked at you, voice soft and a little shaky:
“I know I’m dramatic and I fall in love with everything… but this time it’s real. I’ve been in love with you for so long. Every time you smile, every time you let me hug you, every time you call my name… my heart feels like it’s going to explode. I thought you only saw me as a friend and I tried to accept it, but I can’t anymore. I love you. Not as your best friend. I love you as more. If you don’t feel the same I’ll understand and I’ll never bring it up again, but I needed you to know.”
He was blushing hard, eyes glossy and full of vulnerability, looking incredibly beautiful and shy at the same time.
You told him you felt the same — that you had started seeing him differently for a while but were scared to ruin the friendship.
The happiness on Hyunjin’s face was blinding. He let out a relieved laugh, pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply, pouring years of love into that kiss. It quickly became heated, full of passion and need.
He laid you down gently on the studio couch, kissing every inch of your body like you were his masterpiece. He took his time between your legs, tongue working slowly and lovingly until you came on his mouth, moaning his name. Then he moved up, eyes dark with desire but still soft with love.
When he pushed inside you, he groaned deeply, forehead pressed against yours. “You feel like heaven… so perfect,” he whispered, voice husky. He fucked you with long, deep strokes — passionate, artistic, and full of emotion. His hands held yours above your head as he moved faster, kissing you nonstop, whispering “I love you” between moans.
You both reached your peak together, Hyunjin cumming deep inside you with a beautiful, broken moan of your name, body shaking as he held you tight.
Afterwards he cleaned you up carefully, then wrapped you in his arms, pressing soft kisses all over your face while smiling like the happiest man in the world
“You’re really mine now?” he asked, still a little shy but glowing with joy.
“I’m yours, Hyunjin"
From that day forward, Hyunjin became the most romantic, affectionate, and devoted boyfriend. He still calls you his muse, still paints you, still spoils you dramatically — but now he kisses you freely, holds your hand in public, and loves you openly with all the passion in his artistic heart.
Finally together, after all the silent longing. Your own love story, painted in the most beautiful colors
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༄Felix:
You and Felix have been best friends for years. His feelings for you started softly and grew into something warm, bright, and incredibly deep. Felix fell in love with your laugh, the way you listen to him ramble about his day, and how you always make him feel like home. For a long time he kept it hidden, but lately he started noticing little things — you texting him first, staying longer at the dorm, complimenting his freckles and deep voice more often, and blushing when he hugged you. That hope made his heart flutter like crazy and gave him the courage to finally confess.
- He is the definition of sunshine with you. Bakes your favorite brownies and cookies at 2 AM just because you said you were craving something sweet. Sends you good morning voice notes with his deep, sleepy voice and little giggles. Calls you “sunshine”, “angel”, “my baby” and “pretty” with that bright smile that makes his freckles pop.
- Super affectionate and cuddly: lifts you up in bear hugs, rests his head on your shoulder or lap, plays with your hair while humming, and shares his hoodies because “they smell like you when you give them back.”
- Gets adorably shy and blushy around you. His ears turn red when you compliment him, and he hides his face in your neck while mumbling “you can’t say things like that…”
- Looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. Saves every photo you send him, writes tiny love lyrics about you in his secret notebook, and practices dances thinking about performing one just for you.
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Even with all the hope, the years of loving you in silence made him needy when he was alone.
After long cuddling sessions or when you fell asleep on his chest, Felix would go to his room with his heart racing and his body hot. He’d lock the door, lie back on his bed, and open photos of you smiling at him, wearing his hoodie, or that one candid where you were looking at him softly.
His cock would be painfully hard already. He’d push his sweatpants down and wrap his hand around his thick length, stroking slowly while biting his lip. “Angel… fuck…” he’d whisper in that deep voice, cheeks flushed. He imagined you on top of him, riding him gently while kissing his freckles, your hands in his hair as you moaned his name. He pictured spreading your legs, eating you out with his tongue until you were shaking and pulling his hair, then sliding deep inside your warm, tight pussy.
His hand would move faster, hips bucking up as precum leaked everywhere. He’d moan softly, getting more desperate, imagining you praising him and calling him “good boy” while he fucked you. When he finally came, it was intense — thick, warm spurts covering his abs while he gasped your name in that beautiful deep voice, body trembling with love and pleasure.
Afterwards he’d smile shyly, full of hope and warmth.
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One cozy night at the dorm, Felix baked your favorite cookies and set up a movie night with blankets and fairy lights. Halfway through the movie he paused it, turned to you with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, looking adorably nervous.
He took your hands, voice soft and a little shaky:
“Sunshine… I’ve liked you for so long. Like, really really liked you. Every time you smile at me my heart does flips. Lately I’ve been feeling like maybe… you feel the same? I don’t know, but I can’t hold this anymore. I’m in love with you. I want to be your boyfriend, take care of you, kiss you every day, and make you as happy as you make me. If I’m wrong and you only see me as a friend, I’ll understand… but I really hope I’m not.”
His freckles were standing out because of how red his cheeks were, eyes big and full of love and nervousness. It was impossibly cute.
You smiled and told him you felt the same — that you had been falling for him too.
Felix’s face lit up like the sun. He let out the happiest little laugh, eyes getting watery with joy, and pulled you into the tightest, warmest hug. “Really? You’re serious?” he whispered, voice cracking cutely before kissing you.
The kiss started sweet and gentle but quickly became deep and needy. Felix was gentle but eager as he carried you to his bed. He undressed you slowly, kissing every inch of your skin like you were the most precious thing in the world. He spent a long time between your legs, licking and sucking softly with happy little moans, making you cum on his tongue while looking up at you with those sparkling eyes.
When he finally pushed inside you, he groaned deeply, burying his face in your neck. “You feel so good, angel… so warm and tight,” he panted, moving slowly at first, savoring every second. His thrusts became deeper and a little faster, but he kept kissing you, holding your hands, and whispering “I love you” between moans.
You came together — you clenching around him while moaning his name, and Felix spilling deep inside you with a beautiful, breathy moan, body shaking as he held you close.
Afterwards he cleaned you up gently with a warm towel, then pulled you into his arms under the blankets. He kept pressing the softest kisses all over your face — forehead, cheeks, nose, lips — while smiling non-stop, freckles glowing.
“You’re really my girlfriend now?” he asked softly, voice full of wonder and happiness.
“Yes, Felix. I’m all yours.”
He giggled cutely and hugged you tighter, legs tangled with yours. “I’m the happiest person in the world right now.”
From that day on, Felix became the sweetest, clingiest, and most loving boyfriend ever. Always baking for you, sending voice notes, giving surprise hugs, and looking at you with pure adoration. Your relationship is pure sunshine — full of laughter, cuddles, kisses, and endless love
Finally together, exactly how it was always meant to be
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༄Seungmin:
You and Seungmin have been best friends for years. He fell in love with you quietly and deeply, but never had the courage to confess. He convinced himself that you only saw him as a friend, so he tried to move on and started dating someone else. Even while in that relationship, he never stopped thinking about you. His feelings for you remained strong, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them.
- He’s caring in his own quiet, teasing way: sending you dry humor memes, remembering exactly how you like your coffee, checking on you when you’re down, and singing softly for you when you ask.
- Even with a girlfriend, he compares everything to you. He feels guilty, but he can’t help it. He becomes a bit more distant with you to try to be loyal, but he still cares deeply.
- He’s protective of you in silence and gets moody when he sees you with others, though he hides it behind sarcasm and playful jabs.
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Even while dating someone else, Seungmin’s thoughts always returned to you.
Late at night, when the guilt weighed heaviest, he would lock himself in his room or the bathroom. He’d open old photos and videos of you, his cock already hard just from seeing your smile. He’d wrap his hand around himself and stroke slowly, eyes closed, imagining you instead of his girlfriend.
“Fuck… why is it always you?” he’d whisper, biting his lip as his hand moved faster. He pictured you underneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, moaning his name while he fucked you deep and slow. He imagined your tight, warm pussy clenching around him, your fingers in his hair, your voice telling him you’re his. His strokes would get rougher and more desperate, hips bucking into his fist until he came hard — thick ropes spilling over his hand while he choked out your name quietly, body trembling.
After every time the guilt hit hard, but the love never faded.
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His girlfriend had always been extremely jealous of you. One night the fight exploded and she gave him an ultimatum: “It’s her or me.”
Seungmin chose you.
He broke up with her that same night. The relief he felt was immediate. For the first time in months, he felt like he could breathe again. He realized he couldn’t keep pretending anymore.
A few days later he showed up at your door, nervous and determined. His ears were slightly red and he kept fidgeting with his sleeves — classic Seungmin when he was vulnerable.
“I was an idiot,” he said, voice steady but soft. “I thought you didn’t like me, so I tried to move on. But I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. I ended things with her… because being with someone else while my heart is completely yours isn’t fair to anyone. I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time. If you still feel something for me… even a little… please give me a chance.”
You admitted that you had liked him too — for a long time — but pulled away when he got a girlfriend and distanced himself.
Seungmin’s eyes widened, then softened with pure relief and happiness. He stepped forward and kissed you gently at first, then deeper, pouring all the regret and love he had held back for so long.
That night was intense and emotional. He carried you to the bed, kissing you like he was afraid you’d disappear. He took his time undressing you, lips trailing down your body, worshipping every inch. He ate you out slowly and lovingly, moaning against you until you came on his tongue.
When he finally pushed inside you, he groaned deeply, forehead pressed to yours. “You feel perfect… I’ve wanted this for so long,” he panted, moving with deep, steady thrusts. He held your hands, eyes locked on yours, whispering “I love you” between moans as he fucked you harder. You both came together — Seungmin spilling deep inside you with a low, shaky groan of your name, holding you tightly as he trembled.
Afterwards he cleaned you up gently, then pulled you into his arms under the blankets. He pressed soft kisses on your forehead and played with your hair, a small, genuine smile on his face.
“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he whispered. “But I’m yours now. Only yours.”
From that day on, Seungmin became the most loyal, caring, and attentive boyfriend. He still teases you with his sharp humor, but now he holds your hand proudly, sings for you every night, and looks at you like you’re the only person in the world. The misunderstandings and pain became a thing of the past.
You two finally got the happy ending you both deserved — together, honest, and deeply in love
I feel like everyone, including Lizzy, genuinely has no idea what the hell Doll is saying.
They just continue on with the context of their conversations, assuming that Doll is responding and continuing the conversation.
The only one that can actually understand Doll is Uzi cause Nori would've had the foresight to install a translator hoping the two would be friends in the future.
Just voicing some random thoughts since I reblogged that thing about Crystal.
You guys remember that one lil sequence in Crystal season 3 where Ami jumps off the building into water to then re-emerge as Sailor Mercury and how that was unironically a fucking great scene and concept?
Made me think of other fun and creative ways each of the girls can transform as a quick cut, which involve their powers and/or elements that are naturally found around them.
Just like I'm imagining now Makoto walking sternly inside a building at night or on a cloudy day, only illuminated by the lights above the hallway. At first the lights are on, then they start to flicker only to shut off entirely for a second and then come back on, illuminating who's now Sailor Jupiter who's still walking with determination.
Or there's some sort of fire already present in the scene, say like a building's on fire and Rei has yet to transform. Having her keep walking as Rei into the fire (given there's no witnesses present ofc) and then keeping on the shot of her walking through the fire as a mere sketched black figure only to emerge as Sailor Mars trailing ashes and smoke behind her. Giving a casual hair toss to shake off any excess dust or debris.
Or even with Minako, maybe in a movie set or television station, having the shot still, focused on a bright film light standing on the ground in the middle of the shot. Mina walking past it. Before passing it she's simply just Mina, but as soon as she cuts through the light, it reduces her figure to a vague shadow. Very briefly flashing the screen only to clearly emerge as Sailor Venus once she's past it
I don't know this may be the dumbest shit ever and cringe, but I like stuff like this and I like thinking about shots and compositions cause I'm obsessed.
I can imagine on days where Rook needs to go get something done, but they can't take their baby with them, so Lucanis reassures them that he has it handled. Baby bottles loaded up and baby strapped to his chest in a papoose as he does his Talon duties.
One day he shows up to a meeting and everyone is just looking at him like "why is there a baby with you?" Which he turns to them and tells them that a father should always take an active role in a child's care. Which pretty much ends the conversation.
Or the times he goes out to do some shopping and the vendors are just cooing over the baby and how responsible of a father he is. Though he doesn’t think much of it because why wouldn’t he want to be a part of his child's upraising? That even doing this doesn’t feel enough compared to the work Rook has put in.
