#he is so lovely. so kind always. and so silly. this i enjoy about him.

[real-team-luster]

// first of all yippee thanks for tagging me! so so flattered that people enjoy my blog and character. anyhoo i wanna get on in this, so here's my list of favorites (in no particular order, and if i forget you don't take it personally! i love basically everyone i've interacted with on here, you're all so nice)

@harteofthehart-ayyy - maybe this is cheating because i just reblogged from you but who give a fuck. harte is just hilarious i love him

@pandorias-box - always love seeing updates from her! i wish we could interact more often but unfortunately darrin straight up does not believe in ultra beasts. which makes things mildly awkward. regardless i love the naganedel lady and hope she escapes the torment nexus soon <3

@rocketryu - i hope that tagged you because tumblr is being a jerk rn. either way huge fan of when characters are funny haha to hide their insecurities, and the continued gem-eating debate will never not get a smile outta me

@skitter-smack - BURGUNDY! Xe are basically my comfort Rotomblr character at this point, I love the subtle blend of chaos and genuinely emotional arcs. Also, huge fan of how he seems to actually like Darrin, that's (understandably) rare

@two-cats-and-a-balloon - Mira my beloved who has suffered so much. Kind of the opposite thing to Burgundy, I appreciate that she smelled his bullshit right out the gate and isn't about to back down just because he's kind of nice sometimes. Hell yeah get his old ass girl!

@pokedragontamer - We haven't interacted much recently which is totally on me, IRL stuff and then I did the blog takeover and yknow how it is. Regardless I always love evil scientists, especially when they're not quote enquote evil

Joint entry for all the Redux blogs, not gonna name them all but you guys know who you are! It's amazing how fast I got engaged in this plotline, and still waiting for an opportunity to have things settle down a bit so Darrin can properly introduce himself /silly /nm

@thatoneklefkitrainer - Ryak activates my adoption instincts for some reason, which is funky considering he's older than me in character. But I do not control the brain chemicals. I love this guy and how he defies usual expectations about Steel-type Trainers. Also maybe the only Galarian who Darrin has ever interacted positively with /hj

@j0nathand0e - Ghost boy! Man if I had a nickel for every blog I frequently interacted with who was like half Darrin's age... in all seriousness I love Johnny and Doe more than life (death?) itself and wish them both a very good life/afterlife.

@rotomblr-island - You could argue this one doesn't count as it's in character, but it's my list and I get to make the rules. This blog introduced me to a ton of new characters, and it's just fun to check in and see what wacky hijinks everyone's been up to. Also, Heartbreaker Paris remains my favorite contribution to this community

// what if we all tagged our favorite blogs and went to check eachother's favorite blogs out as a result of tagging our favorite blogs. what then

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"I'm just happy that James and Lily are finally together because they deserve it and I love them both"

And that was Remus. The poet that would find the beauty in insignificant things. The kid that believed in happy endings and true love. The kind of person to be happy just because others were happy. How gorgeous was that?

The way he was smiling now made Sirius shiver. But maybe it was because he was dizzy of too much smoke.

Smoking with Remus was his new favorite thing. Not because he wanted to be cool or he actually enjoyed cigarettes. It was because of Remus. A million times Remus.

Because he got to be close to him. Because it was something intimate between them. Because Remus spoke and told Sirius things and he laughed only for him. And Remus was beautiful when he laughed.

"I love James" Sirius declared, taking a drag of his cigarette.

It was easy to love James. It was wrecking to love Remus.

"And Lily?"

Sirius shrugged, making an 'eh' sound.

Remus smiled and shook his head.

Sirius was the idiot that made Remus smile. It had always been like that. Like a bufoon making his prince laugh of how silly he was. Because the prince would never fall for the bufoon.

"I just think that James deserves the best"

"And Lily is not the best?"

Sirius let out some smoke into the night sky.

"Maybe the perfect match for him is somewhere else. Out there. James is just obsessed with Evans"

Remus shook his head "I don't think so"

Sirius looked at him expecting an explanation "Why?"

Remus bit his lip, so deliciously "Because if he's meant for someone else, he would have been over her a long time ago. His heart keeps circulating back to Lily. Over and over. They keep coming back to each other. Over and over"

How did Remus always manage to say smart things and all that came out of Sirius’s mouth was bollocks?

And Remus took a drag of his cigarette in thought. Sirius wished for a second that he was thinking about their similar story. Back to each other. Over and over. And Sirius’s heart still felt the same. It hadn't stop beating for Remus. Never.

"That's ridiculous" Sirius said because, see? He was a scared idiot who said bollocks "Evans just tosses him around like a toy and James is a masochistic who lets her. One day, yes. Another day: 'I hate you'"

Remus's eyes fixed on Sirius. That kind of look that made Sirius feel naked in front of him.

"I know the feeling" Remus whispered mostly to himself, finally looking away.

"What?"

And Sirius was aware of how Remus blushed. The shade of pink that blended well with his freckles. Sirius wanted to be able to count them all and know them by heart.

"You just don't know the feeling, Sirius" Remus cleared his throat "You've never been in love"

Sirius almost laughed. Because the feeling he had always had for Remus couldn't be anything but love. He would sacrifice himself for him. He would go to the end of the world for him.

"And you do, Moons?" Sirius asked trying to hide away his hope.

Remus was quiet for a while, he smiled to himself and spoke : "No... I just read many romance novels"

Sirius giggled. His little nerdy Moony.

"They are very descriptive about feelings and such"

Sirius tucked his head to the side. "Is fiction"

Remus shook his head.

"You are an idiot"

As long as Sirius was his idiot.

"Love?" Sirius scoffed "We are too young for that. We are meant to enjoy life and have fun" he opened his arms to emphasize "Then when we are like thirty or so we will worry about spouses and stuff like love"

He said that because 1) it was his facade, always had been. The idiot womanizer who was too cool to fall in love, and 2) Because it was true. And he wanted as much time with Remus he got before he found someone to settle in. A nice partner that would make him happy.

Sirius’s heart ached at the thought.

Sirius would end up alone. Because nobody would ever stand him. Not truly.

Remus eyes moved around Sirius thinking about what he was saying. He chuckled at the end and shook his head again.

Because Sirius was the bufoon.

"You're an idiot, Pads"

As long as he said it affectionately like that.

Sirius grinned "And you know what is my idea of fun right now?" he raised an eyebrow.

Remus swallowed.

"What can that be?" he smiled.

Sirius scooped closer. He saw Remus's chest breathing rapidly. His cheeks went more pink and his lips parted.

God he loved provoking that on Remus.

Although that was Sirius provoked in people. Desire. He knew he was good looking because of his family's rotten but gorgeous genes.

However that's all that people saw in him. A handsome boy.

And Remus was gay, so he naturally reacted. He closed his eyes waiting for the kiss.

But Remus was not in love with him. Nobody was actually prepared for the train wreck Sirius was.

The second his lips touched Remus, Sirius was doomed. He was intoxicated. He wanted to bury himself onto Remus. Melt with him. Be his and be wrecked by him. Over and over.

Fuck, Sirius was selfish. And he knew Remus didn't feel the same. And he knew someday he would want more than kissing his best friend. And Sirius shouldn't be getting more and more attached.

But he was selfish.

He kissed Remus and tried to pretend he wasn't getting weak in the knees with the mere touch on the lips. And he pretended he didn't saw stars when Remus opened his mouth for him.

And he pretended his brain wasn't whispering: "Mine, mine, mine, mine" and "Moony, Moony, Moony, Moony"

Over and over again.

[aventurineswife]

(Please pardon me for the paragraph my brain feels the need to explain too many details whenever I say something, just so people will hopefully understand it.) Salutations good author! I’ve never requested anything before, because I am utterly terrified of doing so! But alas, I’ve found a lack of recent publishings in the type of fanfics I enjoy reading.. so I thought I might as well try and request something at least once.

I personally like platonic relationships more than romantic ones. so I was wondering if I could possibly request for a platonic thing with a teen!reader who is an assistant to Aventurine, and has a somewhat similar past to his. (I love duos where they basically have the same trauma but also extremely different personalities.)

Aka silly gambler man gets a quiet and brutally honest kid who sorta hates people thrown into his hands by whoever in the IPC found them first and somehow ends up accidentally adopting them.

Also if you can could you add Ratio and Sunday too? (Why Sunday? I have NO clue! ;D Just blame it on my brain focusing on these three for some reason.)

Fateful Bonds

Summary: You find yourself assigned as Aventurine's assistant, thrown into the chaotic world of strategy, manipulation, and high-stakes gambles. With a past shaped by trauma similar to Aventurine’s, you struggle to adapt to your new life. Despite your differences—Aventurine’s flamboyance and your quiet, brutally honest nature—an unspoken bond begins to form. When Dr. Ratio and Sunday enter the picture, tensions rise as their conflicting personalities challenge the new "family" dynamic, unexpected connections, unhealed wounds, and the strange ways in which people find solace in the most unlikely places.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Teen!Reader, Platonic Relationships, Found Family, Trauma Bonding, Angst, Emotional Growth, Character Development, Slow Burn Friendship, Mentorship, Soft Aventurine.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma and abuse, Light angst, Psychological tension, Some mild profanity (?).

The soft rustle of papers filled the sleek, pristine office of Aventurine, the air charged with an almost electric tension. The sharp tap of a pen against the desk was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room, save for the occasional distant murmur of the IPC’s inner workings. Sitting across from Aventurine was a teen—quiet, eyes sharp but closed off, drumming their fingers on the edge of the table. They were still getting used to the rhythmic unpredictability of the world they’d been thrust into.

“You’ve been at that for a while now,” Aventurine said, his voice smooth, carrying the kind of charm that would’ve made most people smile. But for some reason, it always seemed to land on you like a stone.

You didn’t answer, keeping your gaze down, eyes fixed on a single spot on the desk. You could feel his eyes on you, waiting for a reaction, but you weren’t giving him the satisfaction of a response. He might be the “strategic genius” of the IPC, but you weren’t in the mood to play his games today. Not when you had your own demons to face.

Your past wasn’t something you wore openly, but if anyone understood the weight of scars, it was Aventurine. His presence in the room made you feel something... complicated. He was everything you weren’t: confident, flamboyant, a master manipulator. You, on the other hand, preferred silence, honesty, and the disarming simplicity of doing things the right way. It wasn’t like you’d been given a choice about your current circumstances—what better place to throw a kid with no family or home than in the hands of one of the IPC’s most notorious operatives?

Aventurine let out a soft chuckle, leaning back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin as he studied you with those unnerving eyes. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” he said lightly, as if they were the simplest words in the world. “It’s your way of avoiding the conversation.”

Your lips twitched upward at the corners, but it wasn’t a smile. He was right, and you couldn’t help but find it amusing. You might hate people, but the one thing you’d never been able to do was hide your thoughts from someone as sharp as him. But then again, was he really any different from you? Both of you had been broken by a past you didn’t choose, forced to live in a world that expected things from you that you weren’t ready to give.

“I’m not avoiding anything,” you muttered, voice low but surprisingly steady. “Just... trying to understand why I'm still here.”

Aventurine’s smirk flickered, as if he saw something in your words that wasn’t so easily dismissed. “Ah, the classic question. Why are we still here, indeed?”

Before you could say anything else, the door to the office clicked open, and in walked Dr. Ratio—wavy hair falling over one eye and a confidence that could drown anyone in its wake. His eyes immediately scanned the room, settling on you with a cold indifference.

“Is the child still... sulking?” Ratio’s voice cut through the air with a sharpness that could make glass crack. He had this way of speaking that made you feel like you were constantly being analyzed. “I thought we’d gotten past this phase already. It’s rather unbecoming of a... ‘strategic assistant,’ don’t you think?”

You bristled, a small spark of annoyance flickering in your chest. “I’m not here to impress you,” you snapped, without thinking, feeling the sting of your own words. The kind of honesty you didn’t care to hide often got you into trouble.

Aventurine chuckled again, this time louder, as if he found the entire situation amusing. “Dr. Ratio, always so direct, aren’t we?”

Ratio’s eyes narrowed slightly, an unreadable expression passing over his face as he took a step closer. “I prefer clarity over vagueness. It makes people... more predictable.”

The door clicked open again, but this time, it was someone else—someone you knew, but didn’t really expect to see. Sunday.

Sunday, the leader of the Oak Family. His calm, calculated demeanor was in stark contrast to the chaos of the two men in the room. His eyes shimmered as he took in the scene, his angelic wings giving him an air of calm authority. But behind those eyes, you knew there was something else—something darker that he kept hidden, carefully veiled under layers of control.

“I see we’re all here for a little chat,” Sunday remarked, his voice smooth like honey. But there was an underlying tension in the way his gaze lingered on you. It wasn’t pity, no—it was something far colder.

Aventurine gestured lazily to the seat next to you. “Join the club. We’re discussing just how out of place our dear assistant feels.”

Sunday’s eyes flicked to you before settling back on Aventurine. “I assume they’ve adjusted to your ‘methods’ by now?”

“Adjusted?” Aventurine repeated, raising an eyebrow. “They’ve hardly had the time to even process the fact that they’re now under my care. And if you’d kindly stop hovering over them like an angel on a mission, maybe we could actually get somewhere.”

You snorted under your breath, a bitter laugh escaping your lips despite yourself. “Like that’s gonna happen. If anything, I’d say I’m the one trying to figure out why I’m here. It’s not like I’m much of an assistant, anyway.”

Sunday’s eyes flickered to you, the tiniest glint of amusement flashing across his face, but it was gone in an instant. “Perhaps... it’s not about what you can do yet. Perhaps you’re here because you were needed.”

“Needed?” You couldn’t help but laugh again, though it was hollow this time. “I think it’s more likely that I’m just another tool for someone’s game.”

Aventurine leaned forward, his eyes glinting. “You’ll come around. After all, we’re cut from the same cloth, aren’t we? Trauma and all.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. You felt a strange connection to him in that moment, a fleeting understanding that neither of you was really here by choice. But your paths had diverged long ago—he, a man who had embraced the gamble of life; you, someone who hated the chaos of it all but couldn’t escape it.

Sunday’s voice was quieter now, but still carrying the weight of authority. “Perhaps... but the truth is, no one’s an island. Not even someone as solitary as you, Mr. Aventurine.”

Aventurine’s smile faltered for just a second before it was back, sharp as ever. “You’ve got a point there. Maybe I’m not alone in this after all.”

The room fell into an unusual silence, and for once, the strange trio didn’t feel like a collection of mismatched pieces. In a way, maybe this was what you needed—a bizarre kind of family, one you never expected.

It was a strange thing to say, but you felt, just for a moment, like you belonged. Even in this mess of unspoken pain and strange companionship.

And for a fleeting second, that was enough.

[diekleinesuesse]

Being best friends with Changbin:

Being best friends with Changbin would be an absolute rollercoaster of fun, chaos, and deep emotional support. From the outside, people might assume that he’s just the tough, confident rapper with a powerful stage presence, but as his best friend, you’d know the real Seo Changbin the softhearted, hilarious, and endlessly caring person behind the music

Endless Roasting Sessions & Playful Banter

One of the biggest parts of being best friends with Changbin would be the constant banter. He’s known for his quick wit and playful teasing, so expect to be roasted on a daily basis. But don’t worry it’s all out of love. Whether it’s making fun of your outfit, calling you “short” (even if you’re taller than him), or mocking your pronunciation of certain words, he’d always find a way to keep things entertaining.

Of course, you’d have to give it right back. Changbin loves when people match his energy, so if you clap back with an equally sassy remark, he’d just laugh and high-five you. The banter never crosses the line into anything mean he’d never want to hurt your feelings. Instead, it would be a constant game of who can come up with the funniest insult or the most dramatic reaction.

Gym buddies for live

Changbin is known for being one of the most dedicated gym-goers in Stray Kids. If you were his best friend, he would absolutely try to drag you to the gym with him. Even if you weren’t into working out, he’d encourage you to at least try it “Just come with me once! I promise you’ll feel amazing afterward!” (Spoiler: you might be sore for days.)

If you actually enjoyed the gym, you’d be his ultimate workout partner. He’d hype you up constantly “LET’S GO! YOU GOT THIS! LOOK AT THOSE GAINS!” and probably challenge you to random competitions like “Who can hold a plank the longest?” (He’d win, but you’d pretend you let him win.)

If you weren’t a fan of the gym at all, he wouldn’t force you, but he’d still send you random gym selfies with captions like “Guess who’s getting stronger while you’re still in bed?” just to mess with you.

Late-Night Deep Talks

Despite his energetic personality, Changbin is actually very sentimental and introspective. As his best friend, you’d get to see that side of him a lot. He’d be the kind of person who randomly texts you at 2 AM like, “Hey, do you ever wonder what life would be like if we made different choices?”

Whenever one of you was feeling down, he’d be the first to check in. He’d insist on meeting up whether it was going for a drive, grabbing late-night food, or just sitting on a park bench talking about life. He’s the type to listen carefully and give thoughtful advice, but he’s also really good at making you laugh even in your worst moments.

Likewise, he’d trust you enough to open up about his struggles too. He might joke around all the time, but he carries a lot of responsibility and pressure. As his best friend, you’d be one of the few people he could truly be vulnerable with.

Studio Hangouts & Exclusive Song Previews

Being best friends with Changbin means spending a LOT of time in the studio. He’s constantly working on new music, and he’d definitely invite you to hang out while he writes, produces, and records. He’d play you unreleased tracks and ask for your opinion “Be honest. Does this verse sound good, or should I change it?”

If you had any musical skills (singing, rapping, writing lyrics, etc.), he’d absolutely hype you up and encourage you to join in. Even if you didn’t, he’d still make you feel involved, maybe by letting you mess around with the soundboard or teaching you how to mix a track.

And of course, there would be plenty of silly moments too freestyle rap battles, making weird beats just for fun, and singing the most random things dramatically just to make each other laugh.

Food Adventures & Late-Night Snacks

Changbin LOVES food, so a big part of your friendship would revolve around eating. Whether it’s trying new restaurants, ordering way too much takeout, or late-night convenience store runs, he’d always be down for a food adventure.

He’d probably make fun of your food choices (“Ew, why would you put that on your pizza?”) but still end up stealing bites from your plate. If you ever cooked something for him, he’d dramatically rate it “This is a 10/10 meal. You should open a restaurant.”

And if you both stayed up late (which would happen often), you’d raid the kitchen together and eat snacks while watching random YouTube videos or talking about life.

Protective Big Brother Energy

Even if you were older than him, Changbin would still act like your protective big brother. If anyone upset you, he’d be the first to step up “Who do I need to fight?” (half-joking but also kind of serious).

If you were feeling anxious or insecure, he’d be the first to hype you up “Are you kidding? You’re amazing. They just don’t have good taste.”

And if you ever got lost in a crowded place or had trouble with something, he’d go full Problem Solver Mode, making sure you were okay.

The Ultimate Concert Hype Man

If you ever went to a Stray Kids concert, Changbin would go out of his way to make sure you had the best experience. Even if you were in the audience, he’d find a way to acknowledge youpointing at you, making silly faces, or hyping you up from the stage.

After the show, he’d text you something like, “Did you see how cool I looked? Be honest.”

If you were backstage, he’d be even more dramatic running up to you after the performance like, “DID YOU SEE THAT?! I KILLED IT, RIGHT?” and expecting you to shower him with compliments.

Nonstop Laughter & Unforgettable Memories

At the end of the day, being best friends with Changbin would mean never having a dull moment. He’s funny without even trying, and his energy is contagious. Whether it’s laughing until your stomach hurts, making up weird inside jokes, or having completely ridiculous conversations, he’d always make sure you were having fun.

But more than that, he’d be the kind of friend who sticks with you through everything the good, the bad, and the chaotic. He’d be your biggest supporter, your partner in crime, and your safe place all in one.

Being best friends with Changbin wouldn’t just mean having fun it would mean having someone who genuinely cares, who listens, who hypes you up, and who always, always has your back.