hidden building

Skin to Skin

Jughead Jones doesn’t know how the crimson crescents ended up on his palms.

Betty Cooper is clueless when it comes to the messages on her arms.

Soulmate AU where all the little marks and injuries belonging to Betty and Jughead start finding themselves on each other’s skin. 

A/N: I’m always a sucker for AUs! Hope you enjoy this!

Chapter i

Jughead Jones is almost done with an incredibly important meeting when it first happens.

Jason Baltimore, the editor of the Long Island Publishing House, is sitting across him, fiddling with a ballpoint pen as he addresses Jughead. They’ve been in this windowless room for about two hours now, and Jughead can’t help but curse whoever designed this building. Hidden away in the streets of Manhattan, this place took an arduous amount of effort to find, and the sort-of dingy exterior almost made Jughead do a one-eighty and turn back. Sure, this is the first publishing house that liked my book, but I’m sure I can find another. He’d thought, but he’d shaken his head and made his way in.

“Mr. Jones, are you listening?”

Jughead’s head snapped up, blue-green eyes meeting brown. “Sorry, yes, it’s just a bit stuffy here.” He said.

“Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Jones, but we’ll have to conduct the rest of our meeting here.” Mr. Baltimore says, visible sweat stains peeking out from under his armpits.

Jughead nodded and fiddled with his watch. “Yeah, that’s okay. I’ll manage.”

“So we’ve got two problems.” The blonde, slightly chubby man, says. “One, your name is Jughead.”

Jughead raises his hands defensively. “So what?”

“You’re going to risk ridiculing yourself. People will end up laughing at your name on the cover instead of noticing the title.”

“Or,” Jughead says, leaning forward, “I’ll take them by surprise. ’The Anatomy of a Murder’ will be all the more unique, considering the fact that its content is so serious.”

Mr. Baltimore mimics his movement, resting his elbows on the desk between them. “At the acquisitions meeting, this issue was brought up, Mr. Jones.”

“So I will convince them.” Jughead Jones was a stubborn man.

Mr. Baltimore wipes away a droplet of sweat. “Let’s say you don’t succeed. Would you, maybe, consider an alternative? I don’t suppose your real name is Jughead.

Oh, no. No way was ‘Forsythe Jones’ going to be put on the cover of his first book; there was a reason he preferred ‘Jughead’ over that ridiculous name. (Ironic, considering the fact the Jughead was pretty ridiculous, too.)

Jughead shakes his head. “Let’s just say my real name is worse.” He eyes the editor in front of him. “It looks fine on paychecks and insurance forms, but not on a novel.”

“Perhaps a pseudonym, then?”

Jughead sets his mouth into a thin line.

“No, then.” Mr. Baltimore says, gauging his reaction. “Mr. Jones, I advise you to think this over, and get back to me on Wednesday.”

He flips open his laptop. “Now, the next issue I want to discuss… well, it’s not an issue, but something I would like you to know…” He turns the laptop face towards Jughead. “You’re twenty two years old. You’re a senior at NYU. Probably the youngest among a huge community of authors.”

Jughead nods. “I’m well aware of that.”

“Mr. Jones, your style is unique, and your writing is brilliant, but generally, books by younger authors don’t tend to be as successful as others, and I hope you’re prepared for such a situation.”

Jughead bites his lip. “I know, Mr. Baltimore. I hardly expected this book to get picked up by a publisher in the first place, and I’m thankful to you, I am. But, I think that the masses will like it. I truly do.”

“I am hopeful, too, Mr. Jones- can I call you Jughead, by the way?”

“Sure.”

“I am hopeful too. Just preparing you. Moving on,” Mr. Baltimore says, fanning himself with Jughead’s manuscript. “Oh, for God’s sake- someone get the Air Conditioner working!” He yells after stalking to the door and sticking his head out.

Thank you, Jughead thinks, because he doesn’t feel too comfortable about the fact that his manuscript is now a makeshift fan. Plus, the need for fresh air is only increasing.

“Now,” Mr. Baltimore says, once he’s settled in his chair again, “You need to create accounts on social media, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr and Reddit if you want to discuss theories with your readers, and all the likes.”

Jughead internally groans at the Twitter and Instagram part, but he knows it’s necessary. The Tumblr and Reddit part he’s fine with, though. He’s been on those sites for years now.

“Could I borrow a pen?” Jughead asks. He needs a reminder, and writing on his forearm is a habit he’s had for many years. Once he Mr. Baltimore gives him one, he jots down a sentence onto his pale skin- Remember to succumb to the true giants of social media.

“And finally, Jughead, we’re assigning you an agent. Though you won’t need him as much if your book, well, doesn’t gain popularity, it’s still better to have one at hand. I’m giving you his number, shall I text it to you or will you write it down?”

Jughead’s phone is currently at a repair shop- it’s an iPhone 3, he’s been able to survive with that archaic thing for years now, but finding a store that actually fixed them was a huge task. But his screen had cracked badly, and Jughead has too many notes on it to buy another one without recovering stuff from this one.

“I’ll write it down.” He grabs the pen, once again, and etches the set of numbers Mr. Baltimore dictates to him.

“Well, Jughead, I’ll see you on Wednesday. This meeting was a pleasure, and I’m glad that I’ve decided to publish your book. But, think the name over.”

Jughead smiles, blushing ever so slightly. “Thank you, Mr. Baltimore.”

He grabs his bag and shrugs his leather jacket (courtesy JB) onto his shoulders and stands up. He has a shift at Barnes and Nobles’, and then a paper to write for his film study course, so he needs to hurry.

That’s when it happens. His palm suddenly stings, like it’s been cut, and Jughead winces with surprise. He opens his hands, palms up, looks at them, and sees that they’re bleeding. His fingernails have cut open the skin of his palm, and smears of blood marr the white skin.

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High As A Kite

Summary: Ian and Mickey get really high, lovey, and giggly.

Word Count: 854


Ian and Mickey were laying on the concrete ground in the hidden abandoned building that they often frequented when they either wanted to get really high, fuck, or hide. Right now they wanted to get high. Earlier that day, Mickey stole loads of weed from Iggy, so they were definitely going to get stoned. They wanted to forget the stress of their lives for a while, and this large amount marijuana would definitely do the job.

After taking a hit, Ian rolled himself on top of Mickey and wrapped his arms and legs around him. It was an uncommon action that Mickey would normally never allow, but he didn’t mind right now. His guard was fully down and he actually felt like he could enjoy the close proximity for once without becoming paranoid that someone would see them.

As the Milkovich boy took the blunt from Ian’s hand he started to shake his head and laugh. “You’re holding onto me like a fucking koala bear, Gallagher,” he talked through a puff of smoke.

Ian started to laugh. “Can’t help I like touchin’ you,” he said. “But aren’t I a little bit tall to be a koala bear? Aren’t those things small?”

“You’re a tall ass, overgrown, ginger koala bear,” Mickey kissed Ian’s head and tried to choke back another giggle. He just found Ian’s position to be hysterical.

Ian snorted into Mickey’s neck and tightened his grip around the other boy. “Maybe I’m more like an octopus– y’know because I got long ass limbs and I’m sticking myself all the way around you.”

“A fucking octopus,” Mickey bursts into laughter before taking another hit.

The redhead tilts his face up and releases his arm from under the Milkovich boy so he can grab the blunt. He takes a long drag of it and blows the smoke into Mickey’s face. When Mickey doesn’t yell at him he starts to chuckle again. Once their eyes lock, an idea pops in the Gallagher boy’s head. “Can I kiss you?” Ian suddenly asks.

A small grin makes its way across Mickey’s face, and when Ian sees it he thinks that Mickey has to be high as a fucking kite because normally he’d be scowling. “You’re so gay,” Mickey speaks in a surprisingly fond voice. “But yeah, Firecrotch, you can kiss me.”

Ian smiled widely and kissed his secret boyfriend. “I should’ve been kissing you since the first time we hooked up,” the redhead says into Mickey’s mouth.

Mickey giggled once again. He felt like he was finally experiencing the feeling of pure bliss, and he did not want to ever let it go. “I really should’ve let you,” the Milkovich boy kissed him again. Then Ian started kissing all around his face– his cheek, his nose, his forehead. The laughter fit then took over.

Ian chuckled at the sound of Mickey’s laugh, it truly was a beautiful sound that he rarely got to hear. “What the hell are you laughin’ so hard for?”

“Why wouldn’t I let you kiss me like this before? I fucking love it!” Mickey said before grabbing Ian’s face and connecting their lips together.

They make out for a while, and then Ian goes back to laying his head on Mickey’s chest. He feels the other boy’s heart beat and it makes him smile– they rarely ever got to be this close. Ian then tilts his head up to look at Mickey, but finds the other boy to already be staring at him. They each smirk at each other in an admirable way.

Suddenly a serious look flashed across Ian’s face. “Can I tell you something?” Ian asks. “Like without you pushing me off you or punching me in the face.”

Mickey shrugs and goes to take another rolled blunt from his shirt pocket– at first he missed being able to grab hold of it because he felt like the world was spinning. Once he got it, he lit it and placed it in between his lips. “Sure, why not.”

“I- I think I love you,” Ian admits. Red rushes to his cheeks as the words come out and his shoves his face back into Mickey’s shirt. He can feel the other boy’s heart rate increase.

Out of nowhere, Mickey starts laughing again. The laugh is sort of unreadable though. “What the fuck type of dumbass chooses to fall in love with a Milkovich?”

Ian frowns at the words. “Even if I got to choose who I loved I’d still–”

He gets cut off when Mickey starts full on giggling. Oddly enough, he looked happy. “I fucking love you too, Ian.”

Ian’s eyes opened in amazement, but then he started giggling too. “You do?”

“Yes, I fucking love you,” Mickey kissed Ian hard on the lips. When they separate their still laughing and they each think the other sounds happier than they’ve ever been. Neither of them ever wanted to leave this moment.

“Man, we’re fucking baked,” Ian said.

Mickey shook his head. “True– still mean what I fucking said though. I love you, Firecrotch.”

Ian nods in agreement. “I love you too, Mick.”

You Abandoned Me-Part Six (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) finds herself in a very dangerous situation which could get her killed. Bucky knows that this is his fault and he needs/wants to save his best friends girlfriend but has no way of contacting the others.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Violence, swearing, injuries (blood), anger, mentions of torture, kidnapping

An incredibly loud ringing brought me back from unconsciousness. My vision was blurry and I couldn’t hear anything as it was muffled. My body couldn’t move, but I felt something wrapped around my torso. I remembered I was still in the car, now trapped and not able to escape. Everything ached, I felt something dripping up my head….up? I then realised I was upside down.

“Help…help…” I tried to call out but my voice was so quiet that I wasn’t even sure I spoke.

“(Y/N)!” I only just heard someone call my name.

“Help…”

My senses were finally coming back and I could finally see and hear my saviour clearly. Bucky teared the door off of the car before analysing how he would get me out of here. I smiled a little as tears fell out of my eyes, relieved that someone was here to rescue me.

“It’s going to be ok (Y/N)! I’m going to get you out of here.”

Suddenly I heard screaming from other people. Gunshots followed making me jump. What was happening out there!? Bucky wrapped an arm around me before undoing my seatbelt. Once it was off my body fell into his arms as he slowly dragged me out. We took shelter behind the flipped over car as more gunshots went off.

“What’s happening?” I asked weakly.

“This wasn’t suposed to happen, they weren’t supposed to find me.” he babbled.“I need to get you out of here.”

I still wasn’t all there, I couldn’t even move my body. He scooped me up into his arms, waiting for a moment before running away from the danger. Bullets flew past us and I heard some deflecting off of his metal arm. We rounded a corner, now hidden behind a building. Bucky continued to run, taking sharp corners to try and confuse the people after him. Why was he alone in the first place? Did any of the others know he wasn’t at the tower? Did Steve know?

“Wanda…” I mumbled.

“What? Why are you taking about Wanda?” Bucky whispered as a came to a halt and scanned the area.

“She wants us all at the tower for dinner.”

Bucky said nothing as he began to run again. Why had he pulled me from the wreck? Wouldn’t he be better off running away without me? He was lugging me around for no reason. I was about to speak up when Bucky’s legs were suddenly caught up by something and he fell to the floor, letting go of me in the process. I rolled a little, lifting my head slightly to see Bucky struggle to untie the rope that was thrown at his ankles. He got free as I struggled onto my feet, however we were both grabbed from behind.

These men were dressed like a SWAT team though I knew they weren’t that. I prayed that these guys weren’t bad, maybe they were the government still tracking down Bucky? But they had signed an agreement…And they wouldn’t be shooting, not straight away, not unless he had done something which I was sure he hadn’t. Bucky our up a fight as they dragged him away, knocking three men out until they drugged him with a needle in his arm. His body went limp and they continued to drag him away.

“No, Bucky.” my voice was still quiet.

“Sir, what should we do with her?” one man asked the leader.

“Kill her, she’s no use to us.”

Before I could protest, another voice piped up.“Wait sir, I recognise her. She’s Captain America’s girlfriend.”

“Is she now? Well that just makes things even better. Take her too.”

I looked up at the two men holding me as another stood in front. He raise his gun, hitting me in the head to knock me out once again.

*~*~*~*~*~*

As I woke, I felt that I couldn’t move again. It was a dimly lit room, with only a small window bringing in the source of light. My breathing was shallow, I was in pain just trying to regulate my breathing. The floor was freezing cold and almost damp. I knew it was dirty because I could feel the grime on my body and hands. Was I here alone? Where was Bucky?

Something moved in the corner though I could not see it. I had no will power to move or be alarmed; that frightened me a little. I wasn’t scared about dying at that moment. Why? The movement turned out to be Bucky scooting over to me. I let out a cry of relief.

“(Y/N), can you hear me?”

I slowly nodded as he gently lifted me onto his lap.

“I’m so sorry I got you into this mess.”

Yes, this was his fault. If he hadn’t been wandering around the streets maybe we wouldn’t be locked up God knows where. However, I couldn’t be mad at him. Something in me was preventing that. I looked up at him and saw that he was truly sorry. He didn’t want this as much as I, he just wanted all of the pain to be gone.

“It’s ok.” I croaked out.

Bucky looked down at me in disbelief.“W-what?”

“I know that this wasn’t your fault. Why weren’t you with someone?”

“I…I was leaving.”

“Leaving?”

“Yeah. I know that all of the trouble was down to me. I was going to leave because things would be better for you guys.”

“No it wouldn’t.” I coughed a little as I struggled to stay conscious.

Bucky lifted me so I was sitting in his lap rather than lying on it with my head resting on his chest.

I continued.“Can you imagine Steve now? He’ll be pacing the room wondering where the hell we are. He likes to keep a tight schedule.”

“I know I shouldn’t have left. It just seemed right at the time.”

It was silent for a minute until I spoke.“Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

I started to cry again.“I’m sorry for saying that I hated you. You’re actually very nice.”

He sadly smiled.“Thanks.”

“I just wanted all of my friends back. But now I have an extra friend.”

“I’m going to get us out of here, I promise.”

“Wanda is going to be so upset, I know she worked hard to get everyone to agree to dinner.”

“However I can’t promise that we’ll be home in time for that.”

     PLOT IDEA:
Muse A goes to the countryside on summer vacation with her family as a small child. They don’t like it there very much, and are extremely grumpy about it. Then they meet Muse B, who’s been living there all their life in a house next door to the vacation home. The two become inseparable friends— running barefoot through tall grass, playing pranks on everyone, picking wild strawberries, building a hidden hideout so they can hang out there.
     Then Muse A is taken away back to the city, and the two are devastated, pining for each other’s company for months after the separation. Years pass and they forget that summer. They’re now grownups, and Muse A is a successful business owner in the city, while Muse B takes up an artistic job ( musician, painter, poet, etc. ) near his home.
     So one day, a bad breakup leaves Muse A heartbroken, and when their work goes downhill, they decide they need a break and go to the countryside. In the same rental vacation home from all those years ago, they spend their days trying to chill. Bad memories and nightmares wake them up from sleep and they take a walk through the grounds around them when they hear music//see someone?? They follow everything to their old hideout, where Muse B, too, has been spending a restless night in need of inspiration.
     Muse A watches them for a while in secret, but then something scares them or they trip on something, and the two just go Whoa, hello..?! and Muse B offers their hand to Muse A…. and then realizes that birthmark//scar on their hand looks familiar??

shadow of your heart

a sequel to [falling star]


“Quit that incessant pacing girl. The delegation won’t get here any faster with you paving a path in the carpet,” Tsunade says, smile belying her words.

Sakura pauses, looks around, and flushes, ducking her head. “Sorry shishou,” she says quietly, unable to keep from curling her toes with worry. “It’s just…we haven’t seen each other in years.”

“You exchange letters every week, oftentimes on a daily basis,” Tsunade says, standing from her desk and pulling her anxious student into a warm embrace. “You know each other just fine.”

“But, but—”

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Jared Leto x Reader: The concert

Requested by @alexxx-barebone: “What about the reader being a singer, just like Jared Leto, and they’re doing a duet of Stay by Rihanna, and they’re really handshake, cute and kind of just singing to each other <3″

Hope you enjoy it! Links for the songs are down below.💕

Stay x Thirty Seconds to Mars

Conquistador x Thirty Seconds to Mars

Most people were standing in line to buy merchandise from one of the large trailers outside. Others ran around excitedly, some with neon war paint on their faces accompanied by colorful bracelets and necklaces. Everyone of them wore a bright smile on their faces, ready to see their favorite band live.

Music blared from your headphones as the limo drove around the building. Staring out the window you could see hundreds of people milling around the stadium waiting for the doors to open. Most were standing in line waiting to buy merchandise at the large trailers that had been set up.  

Watching everyone in front of the stadium made you think how lucky you were to be apart of such an amazing fanbase. The limo pulled up to the back of the building, hidden from where most of the fans we’re. You sighed as you waited for everyone to situate the best way to get you into the building without anyone seeing. You took your headphones off and stared out the window across the street; watching as more and more people made their way to the stadium.

When you got the call from Jared you were more than excited to do it. A chance to perform with him and surprise your fans at the same time, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity. You were always dreaming of working with Jared and now it was finally happening.

Your were standing at the stove, waiting for the teapot to start to steam, humming your newest song when you heard your phone go off. phone went off as you were making lunch. There was a strange number on the screen but you decided to answer it any way. 

“Hello?” You attempted to disguise your voice.

“Hey (y/n), it Jared.”

‘Jared!?’ 

“Hey there!” You said in almost an excited squeal.

“So I have this really great idea to surprise everyone and I want you to help me out.” 

“Sure, what do you have in mind.” The teapot began to whistle, you ran back to the stove and took it off the burner.

“I want you to come and close the last show with me.” The water you were pouring into your mug spilled over the top as you stood there in shock. You jumped and set the teapot down when you noticed that the counter was covered in water.

“Are you serious, yes!” Jared went on to give you the details about the show and the venue, he told you that he would pay for your home and your airfare. You had only met Jared once but you’ve had the biggest crush on him since you could remember, you almost felt like you would do anything for him and you were certain that he knew it.

‘Could probably smell it on me.’

“Its definitely a possibility for someone that intense.” You said quietly to yourself, daydreaming about what being in a relationship with Jared would be like. 

‘Would he be that intense all the time?’

“We’re ready for you, ma’am.” One of the guards opened the door for you. The fans weren’t supposed to know that you would be there tonight so you pulled the hood of your jacket up over your head to hide your face. Once you stepped out of the limo you sprinted for the backstage doors, surrounded by guards.

Inside you were escorted to your dressing room, a few doors down from the boys’ room. You snatched a bottle of water off of a table next to the door and looked around the room. It was a cozy little room, just enough for you to be comfortable. Your eyes stopped when you saw a bouquet of roses in front of the mirror. in front of the roses was a card addressed to you.

‘See you out there.
—Jared.’

Smiling you set the card back down and picked up the small box next to it. Inside was a container of neon warpaint to wear during the show. Taking it with you to the bathroom you began to get ready for tonight’s show. In the bathroom was a small can of silly string and another note from Shannon and Tomo.

‘For the big finale!’

You put on a white muscle shirt with the triad printed on the back of it, black pants and combat boots. Lastly, you tied a flannel secure around your waist and walked over to the mirror to apply your war paint.

‘Certainly look like part of the Echelon now.’ 

You did a quick once over of yourself in the mirror before going to sit on the couch and wait for the show to start. The roses caught your eye again and you couldn’t help but smile that he went out of his way to get you flowers.

‘What possessed him to get me these?’ 

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” You yelled. Jared walked in with a big childlike smile on his face. When you made a move to get up and greet him he held his hands up telling you to stay put.

“Well what can I do you for?” You leaned back on the couch and crossed your leg over the other.

“How about we all grab some grub after the show?”

“Yeah, of course!” Jared smiled again and then ran out the door to make it to the stage on time. Your cheeks began to heat up and you laid out on the couch, burying your face into the couch cushions. You rolled over and took the can of silly string out of your boot, making a mental note to spray him down and ask questions later.

‘Oh, he’s going to get it good!’

Laughing to yourself at the thought of Jared covered in silly string, you didn’t notice when a woman poked her head through the door. 

“Its almost time.” You put the silly string back and took one last swig of your water before leaving the dressing room. The music got louder and louder the closer you got to the stage and you couldn’t help but get even more excited. 

For a while you stood backstage watching to the crowd go wild with Jared as their leader, the relationship that Jared had with them was an amazing this to witness. You couldn’t help but admire the boys on stage, putting everything into their performance trying to give the audience the best show that could. They seemed to surge and calm at his command

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Quietly you sang along to the music as you were handed your microphone. There were homemade signs and flags that waved in the air, giant beach balls and pool floats bounced along the top of the of the crowd. The lights went down on the stage and only a single spotlight remained on Jared.

“Now for this next song, I have something really special for all of you.” Jared’s voice rang through the stadium. Girls screamed at the sound of his voice, you rolled your eyes but you couldn’t blame them, it was heavenly whether he was singing or speaking.  

‘Showtime!’

Tomo dropped off his guitar and walked over to the keyboard that had been set up, hidden by the darkness. You shook out your hair and took a deep breath as adrenaline began to coarse through your body. Jared started to sing again and you saw the stadium light up as everyone rushed to turn on the flashlight on their phones.

“All along it was a fever!” The millions of tiny lights swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the music; it looked like Jared was singing into a sky full of stars. You stepped onto the stage, placing your hand on Shannon’s shoulder to say a quick hello as he took a small break. He smiled up at you then took a swig from his water bottle. Your hand fell from his shoulder as it was almost your time to jump in.

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“I threw my hands in the air, said show me something… She said—“ 

“If you dare come a little closer.” You brought the mic up and sang out, finishing the line for him. You heard everyone in the stadium pause and then scream as you stepped out from behind Shannon and a spotlight fell on you as well. A smile spread across your face at the warm welcome from the audience. Jared turned and looked at with a brighter smile than his own fans had for him.

“Round and around and around and around we go.” Your voices melded together and floated out into the night. The triad behind you flashed to the beat of Shannon’s drums as you walked towards Jared. He stood at his microphone waiting for you to reach him, occasionally turning to the audience but he always returned to you.

“Something in the way you move.” You did a little dance that made Jared laugh mid note, he returned your dance with one of his own. The group in front of the stage smiled up to both of you as they sang along. Some of them had tears in their eyes as you and Jared sang to each other and some had cheek bursting smiles painted across their faces.

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“Makes me feel like I can’t live without you…” You had finally made it to Jared. He pulled you into a hug not missing a beat in the song. Breaking from the hug you turned and began to sing to the fans directly in front of you while Jared stood next to you singing out to the entire stadium. You stood up and decided to go interact with another area of the crowd. 

“Ooo the reason I hold on.” Jared grabbed your hand before you could take a step. He pulled you into him and wrapped an arm around your waist, rocking you back and forth.

“Cause I need this hole gone.” You looked into each others eyes as you sang together. It seemed like the everyone in the stadium stopped singing just to listen to the both of you. It felt natural being so close to Jared, you  rested your head on his shoulder and continued to sing with him  You felt like you never wanted to leave his arm again.

“I want you to stay.” The crowd erupted again into a frenzy as the song finished, you stepped forward picking up the ends of your flannel and curtsied for the crowd. One of the beach balls flew up on stage, you and ran up and kicked back into the crowd. You knew what was planned next so when Jared looked at you with mischievous eyes you were more than ready.

“Are you ready?”

“Hell yeah” You said returning his look with a devious smile.

“Are you guys ready?” He yelled into the microphone, flipping his hair expertly over his shoulder. 

“Yeah!!” the audience screamed Jared nodded to Shannon and Tomo then looked back at you. He took your hand in his and raised them high above your heads. You smiled at the crowd as they screamed and jumped up and down in anticipation for the next song.

“ONE, TWO, THREE, GO!” You and Jared flew off of the stage as Shannon unleashed the beast. At the same moment the lights went off and the black lights kicked on making everyone in the stadium glow, neon confetti shot out over the audience making them go nuts. The two of you landed in The Sea of Echelon; they carried you along the length of the stage as you and Jared began to sing.

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“This is a fight to the death…”

Becoming Me (Avengers x Reader) Part 4/?

Originally posted by davisviolas-archive

Warnings: Maybe swearing?

Ft: The Hand?

Summary: After the Avengers allow you to join their mission (some more reluctant then others), you are faced with actually having the team trust you. Along with gaining trust, you also have to face your enemy and the very machine that ruined your life. 

A/N: I’ve been working really hard on this since 10 and now it’s 2 am. I present Part 4. I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you want to be tagged in the next Part! Btw gif is not mine! Love you guys and thank you for the support.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3


You are dressed back into your suit with the pair of black combat boots that you came in with. You were nervous about the mission ahead of you and how Teresa will react to seeing you. You want to help Teresa, but know that deep down she really did want to help the Hand. Whether to spite you or to feel important, she helped the Hand and now you have to show her a better way. 

You are on the jet with your handcuffs, though Fury said it was unnecessary, you insisted. You are say farther from the group as Natasha goes over the plan with you. She hands you an earpiece and you accepted it, but when she tried handing you a gun you declined it. “Why? You might need it out there.” She tries to reason, which draws the attention of the others on the jet. 

“I’ll be okay, I will be with you. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable with me having another weapon.” You whisper the last part, so only Natasha can hear you. She looks at you in shock before turning around towards the bin. She turns back around with a knife in an ankle sheath. She unlatches my cuffs and hands me the sheath. 

“Won’t kill anyone long range, but will kill if needed to in short distance.” She explains to you. You nod your head and unzip your combat boot to reveal your bruised ankle, but cover it with the ankle strap sheath. You zip your boot back up and that’s when the jet lands at your destination. 

You all exit the jet, you being in the front with Natasha.The night sky brings comfort to you as the night winds of the mountains brings chills to you. When all of you were out of the jet, the team says goodbye to Bruce. Bruce closes the jet door and that’s when we all start our walk to the building.Tony and Steve agreed to land the jet a mile away behind a mountain to try and not to be found out. 

“According to the files the Hand have snipers along the rooftops of the temple.” Barton informs us as we are close, Tony walking with us in his suit. You look at Barton with a shake of your head. 

“There are also some guards around the building hidden.” You state and you hear a snap of a twig. You use your wind power to send a powerful wind through the tree tops and sending a man to the ground. “See?” You ask making everyone look at you in shock. That’s when you hear a gunshot ring out. You put up a fire shield to guard the group. 

“Cover blown. Tony up in the sky!” Steve yells as you hold up your shield. Tony nods his head and flies off into the air. “Barton your with me. Romanoff and Y/N make your way towards Dr. Merman and the machine.” Steve commands turning to Natasha and I. Natasha and you nod your head. 

“Ready?” You ask Steve, who nods his head. You look at Nat who has her gun ready and you get ready to use your other elemental powers. Taking down the fire shield, the shots begin to hit by your feet. Natasha grabs your arm and drags you along trying to stay out of the lane of the shoots. 

“Men 3 o’clock!” Natasha yells to you. You turn and throw a fire ball at the people on the ground. 

“Thank you!” You thank her before taking out a guy behind her. Tony handling the guys up on the roof while Steve and Clint do who know what. You and Natasha are fighting your through the gunshots and the people on the ground before making it into the building undetected. You two are against a wall hiding in the dark .

“Romanoff. Y/L/N. What’s your status?” You hear Steve asks through the earpiece that’s in your right ear. Natasha and you look at the three men that is guarding the main entrance to where Dr. Merman and the machine are suppose to be located.”Status, Natasha and Y/N.” Steve asks with concern in his voice. You look at Natasha who nods her head at you. You take a deep breath before running out to the guards and using your wind power to knock them into the walls. 

“Hang on!” Natasha yells out as she takes down the other guy. Footsteps are heard and you both turn around to see four men coming at you. They stop in their tracks looking at you and Natasha. They go for their throwing knives on their belts, so you bring up a fire shield around you and Natasha. 

“Get inside!” You yell to Natasha over your shoulder. She nods and kicks open the double doors with her gun up. 

“We are inside!” Natasha says into her mic on her sleeve. You push your fire shield onto the men making them stop their attacks. You run inside the double doors and close them behind you. You put your forehead on the doors sighing in relief.

“Tired already?” You turn around hearing the menacing voice that you never wanted to hear again. You see her choppy short black hair, her eyes a striking blue contraindicating the rest of her facial structure. “This will only make you even more tired.” She states before shooting you with a weird gun. The gun shoots out an electric red color with orange in it. The beam shoots you in the chest, knocking you into the doors behind you. 

You groan from the pain in your back, but shake it off. You see Teresa dragging an unconscious Natasha to lean against a wall. Taking in the rest of your surroundings, you see Dr. Merman looking scared as he is looking at you. “What did you do to her?” You ask weakly as you try to stand.  

“She’ll be okay, just a little bump on the head.” Teresa reassures you with a slight teasing voice. The pain in you felt like the kind from Tony’s blast on you that captured you. You raise your hand and try to conjure up a fireball, but nothing. “Your so cute. You don’t think I wouldn’t disable your powers? Unlike you, I knew you were coming back.” She teases walking over to you and holding a gun to your head, but with a bit of a distance between you two. 

“Why do you hate me?” You ask groaning from the pain in your head. She ignores you while turning towards Dr. Merman. 

“Doctor.” Teresa calls the doctor over and he stumbles walking over, fear in his eyes and in his movements. “Stand her up.” Teresa commands and the doctor nods his head. He walks over to you and pulls you up by the arm. You allow him since you felt so weak. “Make sure she has no weapons.” Teresa commands and the Doctor complies. 

“Sorry.” He whispers to you while feeling all over your body for weapons. You sigh as you turn around as he makes sure you have no weapons. One place he didn’t check was your boots. He takes out your earpiece and throws it at Teresa. He goes back up to face you face to face as he ends his search at your pant legs. “4 minutes.” He whispers to you and quickly turns around to face Teresa. You try not to smile as you silently thank the doctor. 

“Happy?” You ask Teresa with a glare set on your face. 

“Very.” She gestures for Dr. Merman to get back to work. She walks over to you grabbing both your wrists behind you before taking a zip tie and zipping them together tightly. Pulling you over to across the room and across the way from Natasha, you count in your head. “How does it feel?” she asks you before pushing you to the ground. You groan in pain as she smirks up at you. 

“How does what feel?” You say through gritted teeth as you adjust yourself on your knees, so you can reach for the knife. 

“Being second best? You finally know how I feel. I was second best behind you all through college and even when HYDRA kidnapped us. Though I was loyal they still wanted you.” She yells at you in frustration as the gun in her hand is still pointed at you. You shake your head. You feel the sheath of the knife with your fingertips. 

“It was never a competi-” She cut you off by putting the barrel of the gun to your temple. 

“YES IT WAS!” She yells at you with shaking hands and tears falling from her eyes. Looking over her shoulder at the Doctor who is typing fast. “Almost ready doc?” 

“It hasn’t been tested on anything, but a rat. Are you sure you want to do this?” Dr. Merman asks Teresa while continuing to type. You feel the hilt of the knife. You pull it out of your boot before starting to try and cut through the zip tie.

“Yes. Time is ticking Doc or you’ll wife will die” Teresa states with her phone in hand. “Just a phone call away. Hurry it up.” Teresa warns before looking at you. 

“Your going in there?” You ask her as you quietly and subtly saw at your zip tie. 

“Yes and I’ll become your equal. Though you have powers and healing abilities, I’ve taken you down. I will become the better then you.” She states smirking at you. 

“I still have some tricks up my sleeve.” You glare at her with confidence at the team. She laughs at you menacingly at you as you feel the zip ties almost give away. 

“You mean the men out there that arrived with you? They’ll be beaten soon enough, they are way outnumbered. When did you become a good girl who plays by the rules of fairness?” She scoffs at you with disgust. 

“Who says I was?” You ask before taking the knife and throwing it at her thigh. She falls to the ground in pain shooting at you and grazing your upper arm, but you dodge the next bullet in time.

 You kick the gun out of her hand along with the phone as she was about to press a button. The gun slides across the floor and Teresa looks at you in anger. She is about to attack you, but you roundhouse kick her in the head. She falls to the ground knocked out. You land unsteadily on your butt and on the ground. Looking up you see the Doctor leaning against the wall. “Are you okay?” You ask Dr. Merman, who nods his head. 

“It’s been five minutes. We need to destroy this machine. Wanna use your water or fire abilities now?” He asks you.

“Right.” You decide to drench the machine before lighting it on fire. So you stand up unsteadily before lighting it on fire. “Come on Doctor.” You state gesturing the the unconscious Natasha on the ground. He runs over with you as Natasha groans slightly as you two lift her up.  

You are leaned against a wall, both you and Dr. Merman out of breath as men are nearby. You try to think and that’s when you remember Natasha’s earpiece. You take it of her ear and her eyes flutter open weakly. “We are almost to the jet. You will be safe.” You reassure her putting the earpiece in your ear.

“I told you Y/N would betray us!” Tony’s voice comes through the com. 

“Teresa is in here unconscious, the machine is burnt to ashes, and there is blood. I’m gonna kill Y/N!” You hear Clint yell into the com. 

“Hey dumb asses.” You say with anger in your voice. “I have an unconscious Natasha and a scared Dr. Merman. We are stuck.” You whisper yell as you hear the men come closer. 

“Where are you?” You hear Steve ask, but you go silent as the men are a foot away. Dr. Merman looks at you expectantly and you sigh taking a deep breath. You lean Natasha against the wall and jump out from the corner and shoot down each man. 

“Just by the south entrance.” You say out breath as you go to grab Natasha’s other arm, but Dr. Merman is on the ground rolled into a ball. Natasha leaning against the wall weakly her eyes opening and closing. 

“They are surrendering.” You hear Tony state, but no that is only outside, who knows about the inside. 

“Dr. Merman. I need you to get up.” You say trying to be polite, but he ignores you muttering to himself. 

“Go, get Dr. Merman out of here.” Natasha whispers to you, but you shake your head. 

“I am not leaving you behind.” You tell her glaring at her. You hear more footsteps and start to panic. You take a deep breath and get ready with the last bullet in the chamber.  You turn the corner about to shoot, but there stands Steve. 

“Wow there.” You sigh in relief as you lower the gun. “Where is Natasha and Dr. Merman?” Steve asks you and you point behind you. 

“Over here.” You say as you feel all your energy drain from your body. Steve sees Natasha and picks her up in his arms, bridal style. 

“Grab Dr. Merman.” You grab Dr. Merman’s arm gently as you pull him up. You pull him along behind Steve. You both turn the last corner and make your way down the short hall to the cool outside. In the middle of our walk, Dr. Merman snapped out of it and no longer needed your assistance. When you reach outside, Tony (outside his suit) and Clint are there along with Thor, who showed up later in the fight. A few SHIELD agents from another jet come out arresting members. 

“You guys are alright.” Clint states looking at Natasha and Dr. Merman the most. You turn around while looking at the damage. You see movement on the roof and a barrel of a sniper pointed at Clint. Everything moves in slow motion then. 

You look over at Clint who looks unaware and talking to an agent. You jump in front of the range of the bullet just as it rings through the air. It hits you in the neck and you fall to ground. You hear another gunshot and yelling as you feel yourself feel lightheaded. You hold your neck and will the last bit of your energy to focus on your healing power. 

“Y/N! Stay with me!” You hear someone yell, but you ignore them as you focus your energy. You feel the bleeding stop and open your eyes to see the Avengers hovering over you. 

“Saved in the nick of time.” You comment with a weak smirk on your face looking at Clint, who looks shocked. You feel your eyes begin to get heavy and soon you fall unconscious. 


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First Time - Roy Harper (Arsenal-Young Justice) x Reader

Requested by Anon -  a first time with Roy Harper


“Are you sure this is the right warehouse?” you asked as you and Arsenal observed it from a neighboring roof. There was no movement within the warehouse.

“This is the place. I tracked the girl’s cell phone here,” Arsenal stated coldly, frowning at your second guessing. “I didn’t invite you along to doubt my every move.”

“I don’t doubt you, Arsenal,” you answered quickly, slipping a hand onto his shoulder.  You squeezed it gently, noticing how his shoulders relaxed under your touch. “I just don’t like how there isn’t movement down there.”

Arsenal had been hired by a local business man to find his missing daughter. He followed the trail to here before he decided to call you for backup. Even though Arsenal was no longer on the team, you made sure he knew he could always call you. 

“Yeah, it makes me nervous too,” Arsenal muttered, not liking the funny feeling growing in his chest. However, he felt reassured by your presence. Despite everything, you were always ready to help him when he called. He stood to ready his grapple gun as your hand slipped off of his shoulder. “Want a ride down?”

You smiled at him before hugging his waist. He wrapped his human arm around you before firing the gun to send you both flying through the air.

Rolling to your feet when you hit the ground, Arsenal signaled you to enter the warehouse through a side door. You nodded your comprehension before moving towards the door. It was locked, but luckily you were pretty skilled at lock picking.

You slipped inside, silently closing the door behind you. The warehouse was eerily empty as you got a sour feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. Moving from shadow to shadow, you explored the building while hoping to find the missing girl at some point. 

Suddenly, you came upon a large metal container with a lock on the door. You started to pick the lock while sending a coded message to Arsenal through the comlink. The lock was easy, and soon you were opening the door only to find you wished you hadn’t.

While you wouldn’t go into too much detail, the business man’s daughter would not be coming home. Turning away from the sight, you tried to calm down as the sight inside of the container was flashing behind your eyelids. Your stomach curled from the smell, tears stinging into your eyes.

“Arsenal,” you said into the comlink. You both agreed to keep radio silence, but this was an exception to the rule. “I found her.”

“(Y/S/H), we’re on radio silence,” Arsenal scolded as you heard him approaching. You nodded your head as your breath came out in gasps.

“I know, but she’s…she’s…”. You couldn’t say the words as a sob burst out of you. 

Arsenal broke into a run, appearing at your side with concern on his face. “(Y/N), are you okay….”. His voice drifted off as he took in the sight of the girl within the container. “Oh.”

The sobs kept pouring out of you as you fought to keep quiet. You kept thinking about how the girl must have suffered and what she must have thought as she died. Unaware of your surroundings, Arsenal dragged you out of the building. 

Once you both were away from the building and hidden in some dark alley, he called his employer. Doing his best to be professional, Arsenal relayed what happened thus completing his mission. He called the police afterwards to let them find the girl’s body. 

Meanwhile, you did your best to calm down by focusing on taking long, deep breaths. You sank to your knees while you listened to Arsenal’s phone calls. Part of you was amazed how he could be so calm about this sort of thing, but you knew it must be affecting him in some way too.

Arsenal finished his calls to find you in a semi-calmed state. He fidgeted a little, not sure what to do before simply holding out his metal hand to you. You took it, trapping him in a tight hug. Arsenal gasped in surprise before gently hugging you back. 

After some time, Arsenal grabbed your hand to guide you out of the alley. “Come on,” he prompted, despite his awkwardness. “We can go back to my place.” You nodded, grateful he didn’t leave you alone. Somehow, you suspected he didn’t want to be alone either.


Arsenal’s one-room apartment was a simple and rundown with an attached bathroom. The only pieces of furniture was a bare mattress on the floor, and a moth-eaten armchair. Arsenal’s grip tightened on your hand as he pushed you to sit in the armchair. You complied, taking in the place with wide eyes.

Suddenly Arsenal was forcing a glass bottle into your hands. You looked at it before glancing up at him with your question reflecting in your eyes.

“Drink it, it helps,” Arsenal insisted before taking a drink of his own. You copied him, choking at the bitter taste of the drink.

“Is this beer?” you asked as you forced yourself to swallow. Arsenal chuckled at your struggle.

“Yeah.” He smirked at you, taking another drink of his own. You took another sip, noticing the taste was something you could tolerate. 

Finishing your bottle, you set it aside before getting to your feet. You gave him a half-hearted smile. “You were right, it did help,” you commented before you began to walk around his apartment.

Arsenal watched you, his eyes lingering on your hips. He never knew why, but he loved the way they moved when you walked. It was almost hypnotizing to him. His heart clenched as he watched you entered his bathroom, closing the door firmly behind you. 

He knew you thought he must be unaffected by the sight of the missing girl, but he wasn’t. His heart ached with the fact he didn’t find her in time, but oddly the thing that unsettled him the most was how he kept envisioning you in the same situation as the girl. It made him sick to think of it, but the fear he felt was real. 

Arsenal would never admit to anyone he was in love with you, but he was. To think someone could hurt you in such a way, Arsenal wanted to murder someone just for the thought alone. 

As if you knew you needed to reassure him, you exited the bathroom to walk over to him. Arsenal shook his thoughts out of his head, assuming the alcohol was messing with him. However, you noticed the trouble on his face.

“Are you okay?” you asked, taking his human hand. Arsenal’s heart warmed at your touch causing him to gaze down at your entwined hands. His hand tightened around yours as his fears came back to haunt him. “Arsenal?”

Arsenal met your eyes before wrapping his metal arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. You gasped in surprise before you felt his lips on yours. With a tingling in your stomach, you kissed him back with vigor. 

 “I didn’t know you liked me,” you mumbled as Arsenal backed you up against the wall while moving his lips to your neck. 

“You’re the only one who cares about me, (Y/N),” Arsenal whispered before sealing his lips back on yours. Arsenal desired to show you just how much he cared about you as he guided you towards his mattress. You tripped on it, falling onto it with a fit of giggles. The bottle of beer made you a little silly.

Arsenal paused to take off his metal arm, setting it carefully on the floor before climbing onto the mattress with you. The both of you fell into your passions, consumed by the desires to prove how much you both cared for one another and to erase the horrors of the night. 


You woke the next morning with a mild headache and a content feeling you had never experience before. Arsenal was still asleep with his limbs entangled with yours. Not wanting to disturb him, you watched him sleep while studying every aspect of his face. The horrors of the night before seemed like a distant nightmare. 

Time passed until Arsenal’s eyes fluttered open to meet yours. You smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Good morning,” you breathed, loving the smirk growing onto his lips. 

“Morning yourself,” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer. He ran his arm up and down your back to enjoy the feel of your skin. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, did you?” He chuckled in response, pressing another kiss to your lips. You both kissed each other for a while until your stomach growled. “You don’t happen to have any food here, do you Arsenal?”

“Roy,” he answered, making you frown in confusion for a moment. He turned away from you. “You can call me Roy, (Y/N).” A smile grew on your face as you treasured the fact he was finally letting you call him by his real name. Due to the situation with the other Roy Harper, Arsenal struggled with people calling him Roy. 

“Okay, Roy,” you began, watching a blush burning onto his cheeks when you said his name. “Do you have any food here?”

He turned back to you, shaking his head. “I might have a can of soup?” You gave him a disapproving look before standing up from the mattress to grab your clothes that were scattered about the room. “Where are you going?” His voice cracked as you noticed the fearful undertone of it. 

You turned to give him a playful look while slipping on your pants. “I’m going to get food.” Grabbing your shirt, you slipped it over your head before giving him a smile. “Are you going to come, or are you going to make me bring something back for you?”

At your words, Roy sighed in relief before scrambling to get dressed. You laughed at his enthusiasm, knowing this was the start of something amazing. 

Supercorp Graffiti AU

Here you go @elliotdrawpls (also this is based on a post from like 4 months ago but I completely forgot who posted that so hopefully this gets to you. Sorry!)


From her office at the top of the L-Corp building, Lena Luthor had the best view of the city. She could see practically everything: the children playing in the neighborhood park, the students of National City University rushing down the sidewalk to their next class, and even the quiet flower shop a few streets down that always had plumerias in stock just for her. But, out of all the different things to see, Lena’s favorite was the slightly hidden wall opposing her building. While a wall might seem like an odd thing to be someone’s favorite thing to look at, this was no ordinary wall. In the past couple of months, it had gone from being a bland brick wall to a magnificent canvas. Every week, Lena would glance out her window and be mesmerized by a new colourful masterpiece; a breathtaking sunset, an exploding galaxy, a magical waterfall… The painted wonders never seemed to end and each week a new piece of art would adorn the side of the old brick building.

After another few weeks, Lena’s curiosity got the best of her and she decided that the best course of action was to go on a stakeout to discover the mysterious artist. She couldn’t wait to finally see who was painting those gorgeous masterpieces, and who knew, maybe she could get them to paint a kickass mural on the walls of her apartment…

Lena got lost in her own thoughts. She had been sitting in her parked car for what seemed like an eternity with nothing but a distant flickering lamppost to keep her company. Her phone had died on her just after the four-hour mark and she was super hungry. She mentally cursed herself for getting addicted to Kwazy Cupcakes™; the app had quickly drained her phone’s battery and now she was craving cupcakes.

A small flash of light suddenly pulled Lena out of her own mind. Distracted by her grumbling stomach, she had completely missed the silent silhouette passing by her car.

Lena cursed softly, squinting to see a little bit more of the hooded figure that was only illuminated by what seemed to be a very small flashlight. However, while she was trying to figure out a way to casually approach them, the hooded figure had pulled out a lantern, casting a soft glow around the alley.

Lena looked up just in time to see the figure slide off their hood and let a cascade of blonde hair fall down and frame their face in a golden halo.

“Holy shit,” whispered Lena, suddenly breathless, staring at the literal angel that was currently covering the wall with paint. Oh no, she’s hot.

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He slowly followed, taking his time to think of a plan, coming to realise that maybe having no plan at all would be best. He didn’t need to decide what to do beforehand, he just had to let his heart speak and make sure his fear wouldn’t try to drown that out. Set the radio to a different frequency, listen for a different voice. Even held the door for him, waiting patiently, and Isak said a quiet, “thank you,” as he passed by him.

The back of the building was hidden from the street by a section of bushes and trees, almost like a tiny park. It was usually used as a make out spot, people said it was a great place to hide, but Isak had never been there to make out with anyone.

Even pushed aside a few branches and pressed forward through the narrow opening that appeared. It almost felt like he had disappeared into a different world, because Isak wasn’t able to see him any longer. He knew he was still expected to follow though. Expected to follow into the unknown, where anything could be waiting for him. Wasn’t that what he wanted?

9| Life as it blooms

Cleansing my Soul

anonymous asked:

Can do you do an Elliot x Reader where the reader is very shy and when Elliot hacks her he sees a side of here which is very similar to him

A/N: Here you go! I hope you enjoy it. Some of the content describes anxiety and panic attacks so please be warned.

Elliot could already feel the nausea building in the pit of his stomach as he watched the new girl shuffle in. He absolutely despised changes like this, even entertaining the possibility that his work routine might be altered. What if she’s another Ollie.

The girl in question looked positively terrified. She threw her bag down on the desk and quickly emptied the contents. After a while Gideon sidled over and began giving her the basic Allsafe induction all employees received on their first day.

‘Okay everyone listen up! Y/N here is joining our team from today so don’t be shy.’

Elliot watched the girl sink into her chair as Gideon spoke and he almost felt a pang of sympathy - resonant of the same humiliation he’d gone through on his first day. She certainly wouldn’t be receiving an introduction from him though, she was no different than anyone else in that godforsaken place.

Regardless he began observing her anyway. Her first week told very little - she never ate in the office, she spent most of the day with her headphones in and timed her visits to the water cooler to avoid bumping into anyone else. Her lengths to avoid human interaction piqued Elliot’s interest and he decided to go deeper.

Flexing his knuckles Elliot began his search for Y/N Y/L/N in the dim light of his apartment. His fingers skimmed across the keyboard as he started with the usual channels - Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn. Nothing. Elliot chewed the inside of his lip. He was going to need more than a name.

The next day Elliot was in sleuthing mode. He watched Y/N’s every move, waiting for the moment where she’d leave for lunch. Her computer password was already tucked away on a piece of paper under his mousepad. He’d logged everyone’s passwords as soon as he started working there in case he ever needed them, she was just a new addition to the collection.

The difficult part of course would be going unnoticed.

After what seemed like an age Y/N stood up, headphones jammed firmly into her ears as pulled her bag on and made a swift exit. Elliot waited 30 seconds before deciding to make a move.

Elliot gave a small stretch and walked slowly towards the bathrooms in a bid to remain casual.

Once inside the restroom he knew his time was limited before someone knew something was up. Elliot quickly entered the stall, choosing to leave the door unlocked as he clambered onto the toilet seat. He wasn’t a big dude by any means but the seat still creaked loudly under his weight as he reached upwards towards the ceiling - one hand fishing around in his pocket for a lighter.

Elliot held the flame under the fire alarm tentatively, half holding onto the stall door as he stretched his arm out as far as possible.

A few moments later and the alarm was blaring out, the sound causing him to recoil slightly as the sound bounced off the walls of the lavatory.

Now for the difficult part Elliot told himself as he turned against the wall whilst attempting to maintain his balance on the toilet seat. He opened the stall door, effectively sandwiching himself between the stall wall and the door to remain hidden as the building was searched.

Elliot waited a few seconds after the bathrooms had been searched, holding his breath as the alarm continued to blare loudly. He couldn’t hear whether they’d gone or not but he’d had to risk it.

Making his way into the deserted office, Elliot quickly rushed over to Y/N’s computer and typed in the password which he’d memorised while he was in the bathroom.

The alarm was a constant reminder of how little time he had to find out about her as Elliot’s hand flew across the keyboard, through her search history, her frequently visited, her applications. It was nearly all clean - too clean in his opinion.

That was until he noticed the VPN software carefully tucked away inside a string of mundane folders. The software in question was complex and more than enough to pique Elliot’s interest. Her IP address was useless now so Elliot noted down no less than 14 email addresses she’d littered throughout her system to peruse later.

‘Where the hell have you been?’ Gideon snapped, sounding more anxious than anything as Elliot emerged from the building.

'Bathroom.’

Gideon huffed and turned around to continue counting the employees lined up outside. Elliot could see Y/N emerging in the distance - she gave him a quick glance, her expression vacant as she got into line.

The following evening revealed more to Elliot than he ever even imagined. Y/N was a hacker, a brilliant one. She’d been inside Goldman Sacchs, the FTSE, the New York Stock Exchange. She went on the most insane rants on forums - forums that Elliot used regularly. He’d been worshipping her this entire time without either of them knowing it.

Elliot turned the monitor off on his computer. He needed time to process all of this. It was rare that people ever impressed him - in fact it was usually the exact opposite.

The next morning as Elliot was exiting the subway station, he knew he wouldn’t be able to go on without telling her what he knew. A small part of his heart warmed at the fact he didn’t feel so alone, that there were others like him who understood his struggle.

Elliot felt overwhelmed by the time he got to work. His breath was coming out in small sharp exhalations and his face began to feel hot as the adrenaline coursed around him. He breathed in and out deeply to try and quell the anxiety, focussing on Allsafe’s beige carpet as he placed himself in his surrounding. Allsafe. Foyer. Tuesday Afternoon.

Y/N entered suddenly which made Elliot’s chest clench as he watched her round on him. She looked positively thunderous as she made her way over.

'Have you been looking through my computer?’

Elliot kept trying to look back at the carpet as the accusation hit him. He could feel his vision beginning to blur around the edges.

'Uh Elliot, are you alright?’

Elliot wheezed slightly as he felt his throat tighten up. Y/N glanced down at his scrunched fists.

'Come with me.’

She really was like him then. Y/N gently took Elliot by the sleeve of his hoodie, leading him towards the fire exit. Elliot barely looked where they were going but he was aware that they’d descended a few sets of stairs as the air slowly grew cooler around him.

Y/N released Elliot’s sleeve and beckoned him to sit down on one of plastic boxes scattered around the empty basement room.

'No one comes down here. I think it’s used to store maintenance equipment.’ She spoke hurriedly, laced with anxiety as she watched Elliot put his head in his hands.

'I come down here to think. It’s too busy everywhere else.’ She breathed out as an afterthought.

Elliot was slowly began to relax now. He focussed on the feeling of the rough concrete underneath his feet and the slightly musty taste of the air around him.

'I’m sorry.’ He muttered shakily after a few moments of just breathing.

'Don’t apologise. It used to happen to me a lot.’ Y/N replied quickly.

'I meant about your computer.’

'Oh.’

'I’m not going to rat you out.’

'I know.’ Y/N began to pace a little as she chose her words carefully. Elliot noticed that she seemed far more confident now that the mask was off but she still had the same nervous energy as him.

'I know who you are. You’re the reason I went for the job, I wanted to learn.’ Y/N turned to face him and Elliot felt his face flush. She was pretty, even in the dimness of the basement.

'You don’t need to learn from me you’re very good at what you do.’

'But I don’t have anyone else…’ She trailed off, her brow furrowing.

'Welcome to the club.’ Elliot breathed out and instantly regretted it. Something about this girl made him reactive.

'Is that my inauguration?’ Y/N asked sarcastically, moving around him now as she gave him a bitter smirk.

'I don’t have an organised thing.’

'Neither do I. But we could do great things.’

Elliot bit his lip as he considered her. He was very tired of being alone, both physically and inside his mind. She was a risk, yes. But one he was willing to take.

'I think we should get to work.’

'I’m glad I met you Elliot Alderson.’

Criminal Minds Preference: Birthday!

Because it was my birthday yesterday.😛

Hotch: Aaron would have you come over for dinner at his house with Jack. It’d be a small event, but it’d be fun! He would put balloons here and there with the help of Jack, and make a cake himself. His frosting skills are minimal so he would try writing “Happy Birthday” but give up in the middle of it. Aaron would just throw sprinkles everywhere in an attempt to make it look better- at least he’d followed the instructions on the cake mix, so that part came out good. At the end of the night, all three of you would put on a comedy movie.

Derek: Ah, Derek. He would try so hard to keep your surprise party a secret, but Penelope would crack under pressure and blurt it out. You would tell her not to tell anyone that you know to protect Derek’s feelings; but she loses her cool and tells him anyways. So when you pretend to act surprised at the party, he can’t stop laughing at your sad acting skills. He is a profiler, after all! He would give you an awesome gift, like a pair of shoes you’d had your eye on.

Reid: Reid would be super excited and come up with a bunch of ideas for your birthday, and he would combine them by making a da Vinci code style scavenger hunt! There would be notes in five different places around DC, each near a historical building. Each note would lead you to a gift hidden in that building and also have a riddle that leads to the next place. At the end of the scavenger hunt you find Reid back at your apartment with flowers (and a huge cake). You two would start watching a movie, but since you’re so tired from running around all day you’d fall asleep on Reid’s shoulder.

Hearts and Daggers part 1. This is my first go at a series imagine, I don’t know how long it will be, but I hope you guys like it.
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I had finally made it back to the French quarter, as the sun was just rising. The last 24 hours had been very chaotic, trying to keep Klaus from killing anyone, and trying to track down Lucian. Elijah left early yesterday evening to meet with the Mayor and to talk about maintaining the peace in New Orleans. Our house in the quarter was quiet, I guessed everyone was resting from yesterday. Slowly I made my way to the room Elijah and I shared desperate for my bed. I walked in the door quietly and turned to walk further into the room, but froze. Elijah was asleep in the bed, with Haley beside him. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, Everything in my body screamed, the pain was worse than anything I had endured in my life. Then the anger boiled up inside me, I turned yanking the door open and slamming it shut behind me breaking the hinges. I stormed down the stairs and out of the house before anyone could act. I didn’t stop, I heard the shouts of my name, but I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. I ended up on the other side of town sitting on a bench thoughts and feelings bombarded me. It felt like I was drowning, drowning in pain, and rage. I had shut off my phone, and did my best to disappear so they couldn’t find. I rented out a small apartment in a small building hidden within the large city. There was a small kitchen area, with a bedroom, and a couch in a small room near the entryway. I sat on the couch thinking. If I turned it off it would all go away, I wouldn’t care. It would be fixed. But then I remembered, I had promised not to turn it off…I made that promise to Elijah…but not just him, I made it to myself. After hours of debating I decide to leave it on, he wouldn’t do that to me, I wouldn’t let him.

I sat alone for five days, only owing out to buy more clothes, and food, or to feed. On the end of the fifth day, Klaus showed up at my door. He’d found me, but kept it to himself. He asked me to come back, but I refused over and over and over again. Rebekah soon showed up, and did the same thing. I still refused. I was thankful that they never told Elijah where I was, but had noted that he tried to get it out of them constantly. Soon they stopped asking for me to come back, and stopped trying to reason. Rebekah would come for visits, Klaus stopped to say hi when he could. The pain was still there, and anger. I cried myself to sleep most nights, the other nights I didn’t sleep at all. It had been two weeks and I got a phone call from Klaus, he sounded worried, and in pain. Lucian had kidnapped Hope and had held her somewhere he was getting her to safety. But Elijah was in trouble, he had gone up against Lucian alone.

“I can’t get their fast enough.” He said through the phone, “you’re closer to where they are.”

“Klaus…I.” I stumbled over my words.

“He needs you, and I need you. I wouldn’t have bothered if it weren’t urgent.” He pleaded.

“Give me the adress.” I reluctantly.

My body hit the hard stone floor, I looked over and saw Elijah, Lucian had his hands around his neck. *snap* Elijah fell limp and Lucian tossed him to the other side of the room.

I lifted myself up slowly as Lucian began to walk towards him smirking. Quickly I flashed between the two facing Lucian.

“Don’t touch him.” I warned. Lucian stopped and smiled, “well, the beautiful and brave Juliana finally shows her face. Lovely to see you again.” I glared at him, “leave, now.” Lucian laughed, “ah, of course. You coming to save your one true love. Even though his heart may very well belong to someone else…a certain hybrid girl?” I didn’t move.

“I know there has been something going on…why else would you be on the other side of New Orleans? Let me guess…” He looked up into the air thinking, “he finally decided who he wanted? And it wasn’t you.” He shook his head in mockery.

“Just like you always were Lucian. Assuming things that are just too beyond your knowledge.” I answered smirking. His smile fell, “you should do well to show me a little respect.” I flashed infront of him and took his neck, “I do not care who you are, or what power you posses, I have lived longer than you, been through more than you have. So show me respect.” I picked him and threw him through a window. After a few moments of him not coming back I ran over to Elijah turning him on his back.

“Elijah?” I asked softly touching his face, he stirred slowly and opened his eyes, “Juliana.” He said sitting up and growing from the pain of his neck.

“Hi.” I said, “are you alright?” He nodded then looked up at me, “how did you?”

“Klaus called me, told me where you would be. He asked me to come and lend a hand.” I answered, “come on let’s get you up.” I grabbed his arm and helped him up. He grabbed my hand and turned me to look at him, “Juliana I…”

“It’s alright.” I nodded, “you’re okay, so is Hope. Klaus is back at the house with her…and Haley.” I said the name quietly then cleared my throat, “I need to go now.”

“Please don’t.” Elijah begged. I shook my head and pulled away, “if you’re going to leave,” he spoke up making me stop, “then why did you come.” I turned around and looked at him breathing heavily, “because besides my better judgment I am still completely and hopelessly in love with you.”

“As am I.” He stepped forwards swiftly his eyes looking sad.

“Then what was your thing with Haley?” I asked my voice monotone.

“A mistake. A one time, mistake.”

“A mistake?” I laughed stiffy, “Elijah Mikaelson, makes a mistake. Must be the end of the world.” I nodded slowly turning around again.

“It was the end of the world.” He spoke again his voice sounding rushed. I stopped but didn’t look at him. He spoke again, “my world ended when you walked out the door. My world ended when I hurt you, when I saw the way you looked at me, the hurt in your eyes.” Suddenly he was in front of me, slowly he touched my chin and lifted my head to look at him, “I would do anything to take everything I did back. Please, please forgive me.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, “Elijah, I-I just need a little more time.” I stepped backwards then sped out of the building. I stopped when I was outside miles down the road the cool air felt good, but chilled the tears rolling down my cheeks. I walked down the streets until I came to my apartment building, quickly getting to my room. It was quiet when I walked in, then I heard the familiar voice, “well that took you long enough, I’ve been waiting here forever.” I looked over to see Rebekah sitting in a chair.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” I asked hanging up my coat.

“Shouldn’t you be?” She asked. I glanced back at her, “not at the moment no.”

“Well I am here to apologize, and to give you a heads up.” She stood brushing her shirt straight.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Elijah is on his way her right now.”

“What?” I asked in disbelief, “Rebekah-”

“Now look,” she grabbed my shoulders, “before you start panicking, I am doing this for you. You two have loved each other for centuries, I doubt a mistake would change that. You cannot keep running from this, just give the situation a chance to work itself out. Now you two are going out on a date, so go get dressed in something nice.” She pushed me towards my room, and closed the door behind us, “now, I brought some of your dresses over, but my favorite is this one.” She held up a deep red dress with short sleeves that only went over the shoulder. Fabric crossed over the chest and wrapped around the waist fanning out into the bottom of the dress.

“Well, go on take it. Get ready, I’ll be outside.” Rebekah pushed the dress towards me. Reluctantly I took it and headed into the bathroom.

“And make sure you do something nice with your hair.” She called before leaving the bedroom. I looked into the mirror, before I slowly began to get ready, washing my face, then applying light makeup. I curled my hair with long curls that fell over my shoulders. I heard a knock on the door, then Rebekah opening it, “Elijah, please come in.” She said sweetly. My stomach turned, I could hear the two of them talking, their voices murmured through the walls. I slipped on heeled shoes to match the dress, taking a deep breath I walked out of the bedroom into the small living room. I saw Elijah look at me and smile. I nodded to him but didn’t smile back.

“Well, have fun you two.” Rebekah said before leaving. We stood there in an awkward silence for a few moments before Elijah spoke, “You look stunning.”

“Thank you.” I pushed a curl behind my ear.

“I’m sorry if Rebekah sprung this upon you.” He stepped closer, “she did the same to me.” I nodded slowly doing my best to avoid his gaze. He was in a nicer suit than usual, but still a suit all the same.

“Shall we go?” I asked suddenly looking up at him. I had to get out of this small space.

“Of course.” He nodded and went to open the door, holding it for me. I walked past him quickly murmuring a thank you. Rebekah had apparently made reservations for us at a small restaurant in the quiet part of New Orleans. The restaurant had been one of Elijah’s and I’s favorites years ago. The conversation during dinner was short, and at times awkward, but I had to say it was good to talk to him. I had missed the sound of his voice, his laugh, his smile, him. After dinner we took a walk through lit up public garden.

“I enjoyed this evening.” Elijah said. I nodded slowly

“Although,”Elijah continued, “I think the owner got confused when we walked in and pictures of us were on the wall as some of the first customers of the restaurant.” Elijah chuckled warmly.

“Yes, that was a surprise.” I looked down again the pain once again settling in.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke as we stopped walking.

“You’ve already said that.” I answered.

“Why won’t you accept it then?” He grabbed my hand.

“It is not that easy. Love never is, exceptionally not a broken love” I answered pulling away, “this was a bad idea.” I shook my head looking at the ground, and began to back away.

“How is it broken?” He questioned.

“How is it not?” I looked back up at him anger building in my voice, “you don’t want me back, with me gone, you can be with Haley.”

“I don’t want you gone. I want you back.” He stepped forward.

“If you wanted me, then why did you forfeit me in the first place?” I questioned raising an eyebrow.

“It was a mistake.” He answered.

“I am really tired of hearing that word.” I replied monotone.

“What else would you like me to call it?” He stepped closer, “I know what I did was wrong. Terribly and horribly wrong. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“You should have remembered that before your night with Haley.” I hissed before walking away.

“I can’t lose you.” He said sadly, “I swore a vow to you, always and forever. If I lose you, it would kill me.”

“How do you think I feel Elijah?” I stopped, “if feels like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, like I am dying every moment. You are the one who broke the vow, not I.” With that I vamped away, not letting him see my tears. I stopped at the door to the building I lived in the tears swelling in my eyes. Sucking in a deep breath I walked up to my room and once inside I leaned back on the door and slid to the floor.

“I take it, it didn’t go well then.” Said a smooth voice from further into the room. I jumped at the sudden sound and bent to look around the corner. Klaus was sitting on the couch.

“Do you and Rebekah have something against knocking?” I asked hoisting myself up. He shrugged, “well, I wanted to be the first to hear how things went.” I threw my purse onto the couch and slouched down beside him.

“Bad, I’m guessing?” He questioned.

“Don’t know why I went in the first place. I think it just hurt the both of us more.” I said staring off.

“It was worth a try was it not?” He looked at me. I shrugged.

“I know he hurt you Juliana.” Klaus spoke slowly, “but he is miserable too. Having to live with what he did. He never speaks to Haley, and avoids her at all costs. I can see him suffering, it’s in his eyes. He thinks about you constantly.”

“I don’t know what to do Niklaus.” My voice broke and the tears came flooding down my face. Klaus pulled me closer to him and held me. I sobbed for what seemed like hours, everything that I had been holding in came flooding out. Once I had calmed down I heard Klaus speak, “come home.” I shook my head, “no.”

“It will do you good.” He answered.

“How?” I asked sharply.

“Well, for one Rebekah and I miss you. And shouldn’t you stand and hold your ground? I’m not saying it will be easy, but it will be better. I can set up another room for you.”

“Where?” I asked.

“On the other side of the house is you like.” He looked at me, “just give it a try. I’ll be there to protect you.” I thought for a few minutes in silence then slowly nodded, “fine. I’ll give it a week.”

“Two weeks?” He bargained, “and you can retreat here any time you like.” I nodded again.

“Good.” Klaus smiled and kissed the top of my head, “I’ll move your things into your new room tonight and I’ll have Rebekah pick you up in the morning.” He kissed my head once more before getting up and heading towards the door.

“Klaus,” I called, he stopped and looked at me, “don’t tell him. Please, not till I’m there and settling in.” He nodded slowly, “he’s probably not home yet. I’ll move your stuff quickly.”

“Thank you.” I said before he left. Now alone my mind was racing, wondering if this was a bad decision.

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An Algorithm That Hides Your Online Tracks With Random Footsteps
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By Kaveh Waddell

World Building: What activities need to be hidden? From whom? How? What tools do people use to do that? How does that change based on who is hiding and whom they are hiding from?

Character Development: How comfortable are your characters with being open and transparent in their day to day activities? How comfortable are they with being stealthy and keeping secrets?