You and Grim share a phone. It only makes sense — it's paid for by the school, and the two of you are technically one student. You're a special case in multiple ways. Night Raven College doesn't exactly go around giving out free phones to its students.
As the one with pockets, you typically keep the phone on your possession. Not always, though. Sometimes you leave it on the table, or forget it in your pocket when you change, or Grim really wants to see if the magic chocolate guy uploaded a new video and swipes it when you're not paying attention.
This can cause issues when someone is trying to reach you. Luckily, it's easy to tell who has the phone when half of your duo is a self-absorbed direbeast.
"Heeeey," Ace wrote. "Are you coming to today's Unbirthday Party? Housewarden wants a head count."
"OFC OURSE YEA SAVE M E A TART"
A frenzied Jamil wrote, "Have you seen Kalim? He ran off after flight class without changing back into his uniform."
"SOUNDS LKE A U PROBLEM"
"Grim, ask the prefect if they've seen Kalim."
"WHATS INIT FOR ME?"
"Never mind."
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"This is an automated notification from Mr. S's Mystery Mailing List. If you don't want to receive notifications in the future, text UNSUBSCRIBE."
When the characters are silly little emo guys with a depressing back story that everyone can unanimously agree will be gaming streamers in modern time >>>>>
summary: you’re not a usually a gamer girl, occasionally playing the sims or roblox, so imagine your surprise when a clip of you & your best friend goes viral for talking shit to who you imagined was a 12 year old kid, but actually a popular streamer with a territorial fan base and of all place, on dress to impress.
cw: basically just crack & fluff, nagi is a lil toxic at the start.
00 | prologue
“ew what the fuck is that fit.”, shidou, your best friend said through the facetime call while rating the outfits on dress to impress.
[ryugotgya77]: get off the game fatty
[ryugotgya77]: ur meant to dress to IMPRESS btw
“ryu you’re probably saying this to a 12 year old.”, you laugh out loud.
he giggles, “well why play a dress up game if you’re absolute ass like..”
[seiro]: sry u and ur fat ssa duo is taking up all my screen so i can’t play properly
“WHAT?”, you exclaimed, while shidou lets out the loudest, sassiest gasp, hearing the sound of him aggressively typing on his keyboard.
[y/n]: wtf did i do??
[ryugotgya77]: stupid whure get off the game ur so fat
[seiro]: u 2 have trash fits
[seiro]: my chat is saying so
“why’s this freak acting like he’s a little streamer”, you ask, typing away on your laptop.
“they’re defo 12 and delusional.”, he pauses, “god the MOUTH on this kid??”
[y/n]: why r u pretending to be a live streamer
[y/n]: no one is streaming when they’re this bad at the game
[seiro]: i’m not :x
[ryugotgya77]: tell them to at me on twt then
[ryugotgya77]: u and ur “chat” are little keyboard warriors
“wait are you actually about to give this kid your twitter?” you ask, on the verge of laughing again.
“absolutely. they don’t want the smoke y/n..”
[ryugotgya77]: ryoooseii
[ryugotgya77]: com at me
[ryugotgya77]: poosiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
“chat, can someone clip this?”
navigation: virtually yours
next chapter: 01
author’s note: finally first first chapter?? is up!! this is basically gonna be a full smau with bits of writing here and there!
Guys the zzz hyper fixation is REAL and it's addicting I can't stop playing it I'm already on chapter five after not touching it like ever since it came out (unless it's to do silly pulls because I'm lowk a gambler)
Upon the eternal throne sits the most beautiful human.. the line of "lord of the night, [are they] still with us? " Killed me. Hoyo why must you pain us this way.
I'm gonna throw up how DARE you leave this in my ask box /lh
That line was heartbreaking though
My dearest husband how dare you leave us like this come back the kids miss you
old memories are interesting. especially when they involve ipc members and their relationships with one another. how does it actually look? 『aventurine』
little note: this was written at two separate times!! i started it before the penacony ending came out and finished it now, so apologies if it's confusing!!
He's experienced emo dials before. This one, however, was different. The person who owned this emoscape was not here anymore yet there Caelus was, wandering a casino after picking up a worn bracelet. It was very different from the others - he should not be in Aventurine's memories. ("Who's he looking for?") He watched as the blond kept on glancing around while at the blackjack table, two drinks barely touched at the empty seat next to him.
The smell of lilies passed by Caelus's spectating form, a figure dressed equally as flamboyantly to his blond acquaintance (could he be labelled a friend?) calmly strolling past him and slotting themselves into the unoccupied seat. Getting a better look, he realized that they had something similar for everything they wore. The earring was the biggest giveaway, but there were also a few matching bracelets and rings. ("They even have matching shoe soles...") The newcomer didn't play and instead stirred the drink closer to them while admiring Aventurine.
"Are you joining, babe?" Aventurine's hand immediately found a place on their leg, thumb casually rubbing against the kneecap. However, neither of them motioned to the dealer for the newcomer to be included. ("This memory seems old. Did this person come with Aventurine to Penacony?")
They twirled a cigarette holder as the drinks were finally touched, the one on the right being slid closer to the blond while the other was picked up. "Not today, my darling. I'm content with just watching for now." Luckily, this memory faded out before Caelus could continue watching the same players rage at both Aventurine and the dealer.
The next memory was in an office. Caelus had to be careful to not somehow slip on the multiple sketches and schematics that seemed to have been pushed from the desk. The door was cracked in a way that seemed intentional. "How many times do I have to tell you!? All your designs are way out of the budget and skills of the current workers! Are you that dense to not understand that?" An older man with an unclear face was yelling at the person Aventurine was previously seen in the last memory. ("I don't see him anywhere. Is he a part of this?")
The cigarette holder was discarded on the table, the cigarette still burning. The owner of it scoffed, crossing their arms over their chest. They looked a lot better - and healthier - in the previous memory. "This is the IPC, contractor. Are you telling me that throughout the cosmos there's not even one person skilled enough to do my designs? And, if you actually paid attention, you'll notice that none of them were actually above the budget that has been discussed previously. The higher ups also deemed it fitting to increase it if need be. But, since I haven't seen you at a single client meeting after the first one, you obviously wouldn't know that. And to think your department has the audacity to treat me as though I'm a lowly ant even though I'm in a higher position than their little department head."
They didn't even have a smug look on their face, expression cold as an ungloved finger pointed at a file cabinet. Noticing their outfit more, the only thing that was the same as the first memory was the accessories. Even if they were dressed down, they still kept the bracelets, earring, and ring. "Now, contractor, leave my office and workshop now. Your actions here will also be reported to the higher ups and they will take reasonable actions. Try to listen to them when they contact you." The man got roughly escorted out, the door leading to the office getting locked as Aventurine's... (Who was this person to Aventurine? He called them 'babe' but...") As the person in the memory sighed. "It's one thing after another with those damn idiots."
Caelus fully stepped into the room as the person lit up another cigarette, deeply inhaling while opening the window. ("At least they're decent enough to air out the room?") Their phone pinged with a notification from a contact named 'Vasha', decorated with hearts and a kiss. 'Babe, are you in your workshop?' Another one followed. 'Heard from one of your workers what happened. I'm heading there now.' Sadly, the memory ended before Caelus could see Aventurine.
An apartment this time. The unit was higher up, seeming as though the storm was roughly hitting the windows. The lights were dim but the illumination from the flat screen cancelled the darkness out in the living room. Looking into the connected kitchen, Caelus could see a few dirty dishes piled in the sink with the lingering scent of food. ("Never took Aventurine as the cooking type.") The onlooker stepped back to the living room, peering down from the back of the couch to watch.
Aventurine was still awake, multicoloured eyes halfheartedly watching the screen. His arm was wrapped around his babe, fingers gliding across their left hand soothingly. From the rings being so close together, Caelus could finally notice that both rings were matching. ("Wedding rings? Wow...") A cat was also laying with them, curled onto the ottoman next to their feet.
"Your movie choice sucks babe, but you were so excited to watch it with me." His hand moved up to their face, thumb rubbing their cheek and the bags under their eyes. "It'd be a shame if I turned it off. You took the remote and I'd have to wake you to change it." A soft chuckle came from the blond. "I'll endure it just for you, okay? Just get your rest. I love you." A kiss was placed on the side of their eye.
The familiar scenery of Penacony appeared in front of him. The smell of lilies returned, along with Aventurine's rich cologne. "It seems ridiculous that they chose you and Doctor Ratio over everyone else to do this. What do we- the IPC even gain from this? A small profit of whatever the planet makes?" Both were drinking coffee this time, a simple card game laid out on the table in the hotel rooms.
The game seemed a little too casual for the discussion that's currently happening. A conversation that Caelus should definitely not be involved in. "I already told you babe. We were their best choices. I thought you'd be excited to explore the Dreamscape while under working time? I did have to pull some strings to have you come." The conversation was getting tense. ("No way this was their last interaction. For their last conversation to be an argument after he... No, I can't think like that right now.")
"Oh, so now me coming is a burden?" A card was placed and some were flipped. Caelus still had no clue what they were playing.
"That's not what I said. All I'm saying is you're mostly here for luxury, not business. So you should keep your pretty little head out of whatever we do during this trip. Or, if you can't do that, you can always go home." Aventurine didn't look up, but Caelus could clearly see the look of hurt that formed after what he said.
Another card was picked up. "If that's what you want me to do, then why should we wait? You and the doctor can do whatever you need to do and I'll stay out of it and go home. Does that sound good to you?" A card was placed down. None were flipped. Caelus couldn't imagine what either of them were thinking, which was weird. All the other ones allowed him to hear what the memory owner was thinking. Seems like this one was just a special case.
The rest of the memory was quiet, just the sounds of cards moving from the inhabitants. Both players had grimaces on their faces. When it ended, Aventurine was left alone on the couch. His head was thrown back as he loudly groaned. "This isn't how I wanted it to go. Heh, this is gonna suck." The memory sequence ended but it left Caelus with more worries and questions than answers.
The day after, a scheduled text message was sent to Caelus's phone. It was from Aventurine and it basically stated that if whoever was the recipient received the text, he's gone. Getting the text was upsetting in of itself - he was shady, yes, but he was still a temporary comrade who had a life outside of what he was ordered.
Back home in their shared apartment, his spouse had their hands clutched around their phone. Their face was wet from the tears that continuously streamed down their face. One last text from their Kakavasha, and it was through a previously scheduled message after a fight. How insulting of him. 'Hi babe. I'm sorry you had to find out what happened on Penacony through this message. I'm gonna assume Ratio will text you later. I'm sorry that I ignored all your worries from a few weeks ago. You've always had that weird premonition, gut feeling thing. If you did receive this, it means that my luck finally ran out and I'm no longer here. You were right to fight with me about this mission. I'm sorry I never followed you out or stopped you. I'll see you on the other side one day, okay? I love you forever and always, everywhere and every time. Love, your Kakavasha.'
Caelus couldn't even begin to imagine how Aventurine's babe reacted to the messages. He couldn't even think of what the messages they got said. All he could assume was that it wasn't a positive reaction. Seeing as though in both the office and the workshop, multiple candid photos of Aventurine were framed around the walls, polaroids being tucked into the frame of the one on the desk he looked at, it was obvious that they loved him more than anything. Even their lock screen was them together, which Caelus could relate too, seeing as though his is all of the current members of the Nameless. Maybe if they come back he'll have the pleasure of officially meeting them.
Trying to switch my major and the people I need to talk to for classes have yet to contact me back and classes "officially" end the 21st I'm losing my mind going absolutely bonkers
