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fleetingfigures · 4 years

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Superhero/villain :3

(This is mostly a spin off of a near future Yakuza AU I was imagining with a few friends, and as such I’ll use the picrew I used for that for this as well!)

“PENTAKILL!”

“Ace!”

The incessant sound of a mechanical keyboard fills the small studio apartment, as the flashing displays from a multi-monitor setup illuminate a singular hunched figure in front of it all. A Miqo’te, no older than his mid twenties sits, or rather perches upon an elaborate office chair, typing away at inhuman speeds as his eyes dart to and fro, focused on the game at hand. He reaches over, grabbing hold of a now room temperature crêpe and takes furtive bite out of it, his eyes still glued on the monitors before him. And this is how most nights proceeded for this Miqo’te - wherein he sits for hours, stuffing his face with all manner of snacks, plays a few games, then heads to bed. Though, tonight is not his usual night as, before the match he’s in can reach its natural end, his whole desk vibrates as his phone lights up. The man is tempted to just shut off the phone, and go back to his game, but, seeing the caller ID, he supposes he has to pick up. Typing a “brb” in chat, the Miqo’te grabs the phone, and flips it around in his hand before pressing the accept call button.

“Yello?” The Miqo’te answers lazily, going to wedge the phone between his shoulder and ear to free up his hands.

Loud breathing is the only thing that greets his question, accompanied soon after by the keen sound of gunshots and the dull thud of distant, yet hurried footsteps. Things seem to die down for just a bit as a gruff voice breaks the silence. “Sae. You have some Fucking explaining to do. You told me no one was going to be at the Garlean Warehouse by Pier 5, and yet what do I found except an armed squadron of their best guards!”

The Keeper rolls his eyes, moving the phone away from his mouth as he abandons his game mid-match. After closing its tab, he pulls up a non-descript program, displaying its two main windows upon the monitors before him. There he can see the man on call with him currently, a Midlander who, besides the wild mop of hair upon his head, which is probably due to the mad sprint he had to perform to not get shot, seems rather pedestrian. On the other window, he can spy the Garlean guards he had mentioned, armed to the teeth in their finest magitek assault rifles as they fanned out to scan the area. He takes another bite of his crêpe before he finally addresses his caller. “Well, seems someone didn’t ask for enough details.”

“Gods… Is now really the time to reprimand me on such a thing, Sae?!”

“Well, yes, considering we’re only bound by the cash you paid me, and the limited info I gave you was well worth the pitiful sum you provided.”

“Just, ok look… I’ll double your payment, alright? Just divert their attention somehow, you’re the fanciful hacker here.”

“Finneeeee, just give me a minute, alright? I’ve gotta get around a few of their security systems, kay?”

“Make it quick.”

Sae begins to type quickly again, as he pulls up a third tab, and types into the minimalist chat box that greets him.

Sae: “> Hey, saw a strange thing on watch. Seems someone’s lurking around your warehouse. Told ya that hiring a squad tonight was gonna be a good idea.”

Soon after hitting send, the Miqo’te gets a response back.

R.V.H “> Seems you aren’t insane after all, Sae. I assume the squad is handling the intruder as we speak, yes?”

Sae: “> Not quite. Seems the dude’s pretty good at evading them, and he’s got your canister in his hands. I could try my hand at stopping him directly, but that’d require me to gain full access into your systems, and maybe a little extra cash too.”

R.V.H “> Damnit. Are you sure they can’t restrain him without your aid?”

Sae: “> Yup. Pretty certain. The dude’s holed up in a room and is gonna slink away into the night if I don’t lock that grate above his head.”

R.V.H: “Fine. I’ll send the system’s master code, as well as an extra sum of cash.”

Sae: “> Thnx. And how much is that extra sum?”

R.V.H “500k gil, in addition to the 2 mil I’ve already given to you.”

Saerno begins to type even faster as he brings the phone back to his ear.

“Hey bud, still there? You didn’t get shot yet, right? I’ve just gotten through the secruity’s, well, security. Seems you’re at a dead end, but that grate right above you might prove useful.”

The Hyur on the other end breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh thank fuck. Seems you’re not as useless as I thought you were, Sae.”

“Hey, I’m the reason why you even knew about this whole place anyways. No need to be so aggro, jeez…”

The Keeper reclines back in his chair, placing his phone down upon his desk as he finishes the last of his crêpe. Of course tonight of all night’s he had to deal with the stuff he’s been preparing for weeks. Couldn’t they have at least waited till after his match was done? God... He’s gonna have to grind again to get back into his ranked promos. But, he supposes, in some way, that this is a tad better than that cesspool of a ‘fun time’. It’s always so fun setting up two sides and letting things pan out from there; that is, of course, with a little of his tinkering sprinkled here and there. It’s one of the last things that brings him true enjoyment in this shitshow of a world anyways. With everything so orderly under the thumb of Garlean reign, and the Resistance trying to swoop in like knights in shining armor, it’s as if Saerno’s living in one of those stupid fantasy novels he used to like as a kid. It’s all so trite, so predictable, and he’s not going to let the world continue to lose what little flavor it has left. However, Saerno is soon broken out of his reverie as two notifications ping to life upon his phone, both banners indicating payments he’s just received. Smiling to himself, he stretches, and reaches for his phone once again and begins to lazily imitate static noises.

“Hey -kshh- I think I’m -stssss- Breaking up on you.”

“W-wait what?! What do you mean, Augh goddamnit, it must be th-”

“Call Ended.”

With that, Sae tosses his phone on his bed, and leans forward to inspect his screens once again. Inputting the master code he had just received, the Keeper begins to toy with whatever catches his fancy at the moment.

“Hmmm, Water boiler? Why not? Gas pipes? Let’s loosen em’ up just a tad, and- Oh! There it is, the canister’s main control panel. How about we just disable all safety protocols and…”

Saerno stands up for a brief moment, wheeling his chair over to the large window of his apartment and sits squarely on it. Reaching downwards, he grabs a bag of chips, honey barbecue of course, and begins to slightly part the curtains. Just then, a brilliant cerulean flame erupts on the horizon, as the shockwave produced by it shakes the very foundation of Saerno’s building. In the darkness of his abode, Saerno claps silently to himself, stopping to much on a few chips every once in awhile.

In this world, there’ll be heroes in capes, and villains in suits, but none of that really strikes too well, you feel? No matter what side they’re on, the life these super-whatevers lead is oh so boring and drab. And that’s why I’m here, to spread a little chaos, and to remind everyone that life isn’t like a picture book, or some trashy romance novel. This life we lead is called reality because it can never be predicted, never be truly under control. Though, I guess you could say that these words I’m spouting are absolute horseshit and I just want to see the world bounce between extremes for my own sick pleasure which, well, isn’t wrong, but can’t a guy enjoy some of the finer things in life? After all, sitting here and eating these chips would be way less interesting if there wasn’t a fireworks display going on in the background.

#Supervillain Sae?#More like shitposter who took things way too far #This is so OOC for him even in the other AU I mentioned #but hey #I love giving characters questionable morals and motivations #Reading over this #I basically just made Sae into a less insane version of Junko Enoshima #Just shoot me now #entry-1258

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fuckmeethan-blog · 5 years

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Stardom (Part 2) G.D

Hey everyone, so I’m back with part two finally. I’m sorry for the wait for those few people who enjoyed it. The story just didn’t get that much love and it discouraged me to continue, but I am! If you’ve not read part one then you should probably do that first. I linked it at the bottom I think because I have no clue how to link it in text. I’m so bad at this I’m sorry. But anyway. Here’s part 2!

Y/N blinked at the screen in disbelief, refreshing the page over and over to see it getting more and more retweets and likes. She could have passed out in that moment. Her hands began to sweat and shake and her throat seized up making her feel like she was unable to breathe. Meanwhile, Kinan sat at the end of the bed in a fit of giddiness before impulsively shouting, “You have to collab!”

Instantly Y/N looked over at him mortified, rapidly shaking her head in response, as if it was obvious that she couldn’t. “No, no and no. There is no way on this earth than I can collab with the Dolan Twins. I just can’t- no that’s impossible.” She stammered, still stunned by the events so early in the morning.

Kinan wasn’t having any form of rejection, he swiftly scrolled through the comments on Graysons tweet, his freshly manicured nails tapping on the screen as he did so. “Hmm are you sure sweetie?” He asked, flipping the phone to show her a thread of comments fangirling over Y/N.

‘OH MY GOD IMAGINE A COLLAB!!!!’

‘SFJJKSKJSHHAH WHAT THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN NOW.’

‘I STAN. YES PLEASE SIS’

Her cheeks began to feel warm, flustered by the kind comments that she was used to. However, it was a flood more than her usual comments. After all, it was mainly the Dolan Twins Fans reacting. Her’s were no match for the twins fan base, but regardless she loved her little Dumpling family.

She shook her head despite the comments, “Not gonna happen.” Causing a slightly agitated grumble to come from her best friend. Though mid sentence a small blue notification came up at the bottom of her screen and by instinct, she clicked it.

‘Grayson Dolan is Following You’

“Nope. Nope. Fuck off, fuck off. This isn’t real. I’m going for a shower, I’m not doing this FanFiction shit. This isn’t real at all. Okay. Nope. Bye. Thank you, next. I’m done. Literally and completely. D. O. N. E. I’m cancelling myself, plan my funeral. Goodbye amigo. I cannot cope.” Y/N shook her head, finally slipping out from under her bed sheets and she stormed off to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. In a haze of curiosity Kinan scooped up her phone and tapped the dark screen before it went off and squeaked at the notification.

“BITCH! He fucking followed you!” He said, gasping and he continued to bounce on the bed- amused by the whole situation. Meanwhile, Y/N stared deep into the bathroom mirror, shaking slightly as she got herself a glass of water and tried to compose herself and finally come to terms with the strange reality around her. “YOU NEED TO DM HIM!” Kinan shouted, immediately causing her to react.

The bathroom door burst back open and she rushed into her room, diving on top of her best friend as she tried to tackle the phone out of his hands. “Kinan don’t you dare! I swear to god!” She threatened, panicking that he would say something weird and scare him off. Not that she was going to make a move anyway...

Before she could snatch the phone from his grasp, Kinan rolled off of the bed and began to run out of her room and into his own. “Haha try and catch me bitch!” Y/N groaned, forcing her half asleep body to chase after him but his door was jammed by his body pushing against it on the other side.

“Hey there Grayson, you big, beefy Daddy. I’m so glad you finally acknowledged my existence. My ovaries have been quaking for you since 2014 when I first saw your little scrawny body on vine. Oh how I wanted to lick every inch of it and I still do now you SEXY boy” Kinan taunted through the door as Y/N hammered onto it in desperation, attempting to squeeze through a gap in the door.

“Kinan...” Her head popped through and she snarled at him, one of her arms reaching around for his face. “If you send that I will genuinely kick you out of my appartment permanently.” She threatened with a serious face and tone. He rolled his eyes, handing her phone back over.

“Fine. You’re no fun Y/N. You take things way too seriously.” He mumbled, moving out of her way so she could fully enter the room and sit down on one of his bright yellow beanbags. However, as she looked down at her phone she clenched her jaw tightly.

‘Hey Grayson. I think it’s so cool that you’ve actually being watching my channel. It feels unreal for me, you and your brother are some of my biggest inspirations. We should link up sometime maybe?’

It wasn’t as bad as the things he was saying, but she gave him a look of disapproval and shook her head. “What-“ Kinan started, shrugging his shoulders and he sat down on his bed, folding his arms over his chest and his legs one over the other. “You weren’t going to shoot your shot so I took the gun and did it for you.” He reasoned. He wasn’t wrong either...

After sucking in a sharp breath Y/N calmed down and looked back at the message, refreshing the page. “Yeah... I guess you’re right.” She mumbled, her voice getting progressively quieter as she reached the end of her sentence since she hated to admit that Kinan was right, his ego got so big. And it did- as soon as she finished the last word a large grin grew on his lips.

“Of course I am. I always am. Just remember, when you start getting that Dolan dick... remember who slid into your daddy’s DM’s for you hmmm. Me.” Y/N cringed at the thought, not Dolan dick. Just the thought of Kinan appearing in the room mid-sex, telling her how he said ‘I told you so’. But she quickly shook the thought out of her mind.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Wanna go In-N-Out for breakfast?” She asked, pushing herself up from the beanbag and Kinan nodded instantly, as if it wasn’t even a question and he grabbed his bag quickly. “I just need to go get into some actual clothes.” Y/N looked down at her oversized tee and then went to her room to get some better clothes.

Since they were only going for breakfast in the drive-thru, she threw on some grey tracksuit bottoms, Nike airforce one trainers, a plain black cropped tee and a white poopy jacket. It was all a mess and extremely uncoordinated but they weren’t going to be long. Kinan of course gave her outfit an inspection but he was way to used to her strange and inconsistent ways that he didn’t even bother to speak up about it- he just wanted his food.

The drive there didn’t take too long at all and they quickly ordered fries, burgers and milkshakes. Healthy. Y/N was proud and shameless of having a burger at 10am. Any time was burger time to her, unless you’re a vegan, then it’s probably not too cool. Regardless though, as they were leaving the In-N-Out she got a notification on her phone and quickly checked it, stopping the car before pulling out onto the street.

Grayson had replied to ‘her’ message and her mouth that was currently wrapped around the straw to her milkshake dropped open at his forward response, she began to shake again...

‘Oh shit. Hey Y/N I didn’t expect you to message me so soon haha. I love your videos you deserve so many more subs than 600k lol. Getting linked sounds like a plan though, when’re you free?’

“I’m going to crash my car. What the fuck.” Y/N uttered, pulling into the carpark and she turned off the engine for a moment, composing herself as she felt like all her wildest dreams were finally coming true. “Hang on... 600k, that’s not right cheif.”

After Kinan read the reply he gave her and he began to elbow her with suggestive jokes, Y/N quickly checked her subcount, and he wasn’t wrong.... 600k from 500k in about 11 hours. “Is this a fucking joke? What the hell?” She was utterly stunned.

Kinan then twisted to look at her in the passengers seat, “Alright I’m not being funny or anything Y/N, I know you love your YouTube channel and everything but are you going to ignore that Grayson Grant Dolan asked you on a date?”

“It’s Bailey...” She responded quickly, causing Kinan’s face to screw up in confusion and he raised a brow at her.

“What?”

“It’s Bailey, his middle name. Not Grant.” Y/N corrected causing him to shake his head and accuse her of being a secret ‘stan’ once again.

“That doesn’t matter right now. Just message him back, you’re free now, all today actually!” He said to her and she shook her head, Y/N and Kinan already had plans today, they were going to go to the beach for a photo shoot together.

“But—“ Y/N tried to object but Kinan didn’t let her.

“Nope. The beach can wait. This cannot. It’s Grayson Dolan.” He said, still as excited and giddy as before.

Y/N smirked at his comment, responding sarcastically with, “Really? Is it? I don’t think you’ve said.” Teasing him as she turned to her screen and began to type back with Kinan hovering over her shoulder to try and capture what she was saying.

“Aaaand, sent.” She said, looking down proudly.

‘I’m kinda busy right now. Me and my friend have been planning a photo shoot for awhile now but maybe later this week if it doesn’t interrupt your schedule?’

The whole thing was so surreal to her, of course Y/N wanted to be as giddy as her best friend and that’s how she felt on the inside, probably even more excited since she had loved the twins for the longest time. Although, she felt as if she had to try and play it cool, not overdo it and scare him. She wanted to make a good impression first... Despite her instagram stories the day before where she was gushing over him.

Kinan groaned seeing the response and he rolled his eyes, “Boring. I’d of already been riding that bitch if it was me messaging him.” Before he bit into his burger making Y/N smile.

“He’s not gay though Kinan.” Her statement merely made him carelessly shrug his shoulders and as she was about to add something on the end she already had a fast reply from Grayson.

‘Me and E are actually chilling with our good friend Bryant at the minute, he’s a photographer if you want us to come and meet you today, the ‘schedules’ not too busy.’

Before Y/N had chance to reply, her phone was plucked from her hands by Kinan. “There is NO way you’re turning this down, you can’t, you’ll hurt his feelings and he’ll feel like you don’t like him. Plus, you might get to meet Grayson Dolan in your underwear for the first time- how iconic.”

She snatched back her phone, responding quickly with, “More like how embarrassing. I feel like I can’t show my body in front of them, I’ve not even met them yet. It was supposed to be a sexy shoot with my BEST FRIEND. I can only be serious with these things around you. They’ll make me— nervous.” Y/N admitted, stressing about it.

Kinan thought it over in his head then shrugged, “Okay then... we can go in shorts and cropped tees. Something cute and beachy but not too revealing. This is BRYANT, he’s like... amazing. I’ve followed him since he did a shoot with Cameron Dallas, wow what a hottie.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, “Um yeah. Can’t relate.” Then after a long moment of consideration she huffed, giving into Kinan’s ‘convincing’ and she replied.

‘Really? That sounds super cool. What time?’

Again, it was an almost instant reply, like he’d been waiting for your response the whole time.

‘How about 1? Does that work for you?’

‘You’re asking me? Does 1pm work for you?’

‘That’s why I asked. Of course it does. So we good for then? 😂’

Y/N facepalmed mentally, feeling embarrassed and awkward just speaking to him. She could never meet him in person. She was terrified.

‘Yep! 1 it is then.’

Officially, well and truly terrified.

“Yay! Are we seriously going to meet the Dolan Twins?” Kinan asked excited, clasping his hands together. Y/N looked at the clock that now read 10:45 and slowly nodded.

“Yeah... and we don’t have much time.” Just as Kinan was about to speak both of their attentions were caught by a guy walking down the street. He had a full milkshake in his hand, swaggering out of In-N-Out and he crushed the milkshake in his hand and arched his back, screeching loudly before he began to should something ineligible.

“What the fuck.” The pair scoffed in laughter, watching the man. Y/N then shook her head with a large grin on her face, a mixture of excitement and fear as she pulled out of the parking lot and towards the mall where they were going to get new outfits.

“Let’s get the hell out of here...” she said looking in her rear mirror to see the guy still stood there, his long brown hair dripping with milkshake and Kinan continued to laugh about it.

“Alright... I’m just saying, we need to have the best outfits for today. You need- no WE, need to make the best impressions on them ever.” Y/N agreed, listening to him as they got out of the car and began walking around to their ‘go-to-stores’

“I’m serious about this. He’s going to need to look at you and think holy shit, god IS a woman and her name is Y/N.” She laughed at his joke, following him into a store as they began to look around at Bikinis, booty shorts and all the other ranges.

After about an hour or so of forking out and trying on outfits, Y/N finally found something that she liked and Kinan deemed as ‘almost’ perfect, which was good enough for her. Then, as they were reaching the checkout Kinan’s eyes clocked something over in the men’s section for once and he clapped quickly. “Wait, wait! Let me see this...”

She sighed, leaving the que and she followed him over as he began to check out a sweater, tilting his head side to side at it. “Hmm. Mixed emotions, what do you think?”

In all honesty, she just gave him a large smile and told him, “I think it’s the middle of the summer and that sweater just ain’t it sis.” He nodded, letting go of one of the arms he was loosely holding and agreed.

However, just as they were about to walk back from the section and towards the Que again, the pair of them heard bickkering voices and laughter.

“That’s stupid. No, I can’t wear that.”

“It’s sexy. Stop being so serious.”

“No. Stop it bro I can’t wear that she’ll think I’m an idiot.”

“You are an idiot.”

“I swear to god. Stop.”

They both turned around, hearing chuckles to see not too far away, a familiar pair of identical twins bickering over pink Speedo’s, one desperately trying to push them down back onto the pile while the other was forcefully pushing it against his brothers groin. Behind them was another familiar face, his eyes squinted from laughing so hard at them.

“Oh my god. Is that-“ Kinan started, and as the laughter stopped the distracted twins turned to look in our direction.

“Yeah. Holy shit it’s them.” Y/N said, looking back over at Grayson and Ethan as clear as day.

Gray’s face illuminated red as he gave a small smile, behind him, Ethan raised the pink Speedo’s again causing Gray to turn around and smack him hard in the side of the head.

Y/N covered her mouth to prevent a laugh but she soon composed herself and as Gray turned back to her for the second time he gave her a toothy grin and she returned it quickly along with a shy wave.

And that is part two I guess. It’s a lot shorter and I’m sorry for that, I’m just making sure people are still into this story. That and the fact that it’s almost 2am. Whoops. I just didn’t wanna disappoint. I hope you all enjoy part 2 and let me know what you think. Part 3 will be out very soon!’

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