Complicated. (Julian Assange x Reader)

Now

You were now 22, sitting alone at your computer, staring at the blank computer screen. Your current job was fairly simple, you were previously working for a military corporation, trying to find out as much as you could about war related conspiracy theories and how much of them were actually true, but they fired you for not behaving 'professional' enough after you had deduced that your boss's wife has been banging the secretary, you even managed to catch them red handed for him. You technically didn't work for them anymore but you had decided to still carry on with the investigation since it was a interesting one. The U.S. have been working on planes that seem like normal planes, but actually could potentially release huge amounts of water vapor into the atmosphere changing the humidity of the air and often causing drastic weather changes that were benefitial for them. You didn't even bother telling your former boss about it so that they couldn't take the information away from you when you left, they would have tried to wipe out your computers completley.

A couple of hours later, you had all of the information needed to make it public, but the question is; how? You had always worked for someone and you didn't know what to do with this information you had. You tried to go to sleep, realizing that you haven't slept all night and that it was already 07:22 but your anxiety didn't let you sleep. You sighed and went downstairs to make yourself a cup of coffee, 'this is gonna be a long day' you thought to yourself. You sat down on the couch and turned the TV on, you were flicking through all of the channels and you noticed a familiar face, which was reappearing on every news channel, it was Julian Assange, seeing his face on the screen made you smile sheepishly to yourself, remembering the memory from almost ten years ago, and then it got to you. He could maybe publish it on 'Wikileaks'. 'But how do I get him to contact me?' You thought to yourself. At that moment your phone buzzed. It was Jim. For a moment you forgot that ykur brother was probably the most brilliant evil mastermind the world has ever seen.

' Hello, what would you want for your birthday?'

'Julian Assange."

'Well, this is probably the first time you knew what you wanted, what's wrong with you?'

'I don't know, so would you get Julian Assange to contact me?'

'Yes.'

'Gee thanks. See you tomorrow then'

'Meet me at the car park next to that big bank at 2pm'

'Okay, sure'

'Okay, bye'

'Bye''

and then it hit you like a train, you were turning 23 tomorrow. You were so focused on everyone and everything around you that you forgotten about your own birthday. Oh god. You're getting old...

For the rest of the day you were just watching TV news reports on Julian and went to bed early, you had to look nice on your birthday, not like a zombie.

A/N: That's it guys, hope you're enjoying it, oh, and please note that in this fan fiction your hair will be blue, (cuz who doesn't want blue hair) and your middle name is blue because it goes with the storyline that I have in my head. Bai.