Un jour, mon ex copain m'a giflé, à 4 mois de notre relation, il était completement ivre, mais “ il faut que tu arretes de faire ta victime aussi hein”
Un mois après, c'était un coup de poing, mais “tu mens, tu t'es faite ça toute seule”
Un autre mois après, c'était des gifles et puis il tenait fort mon bras au point d'avoir ces traces de doigts, me pinçait.
Puis un autre mois, un viol conjugual pendant mon sommeil (“arrete ce n'est pas un viol car je suis ton copain, je pensais que tu faisais mine de dormir), et encore une gifle puis une de plus… Le déclic à été quand je me suis faite étranglé, giflé et jeté contre un mur simplement parce que je portais une combinaison short, car combinaison = salope.
J'ai mis du temps avant de mettre des mots sur ce qu'il m'est arrivé car ses amis savaient tous mais personne ne m'a aidé, parce que selon eux les problemes de couples ça n'était pas leurs affaires.

Mon ex est dans la meme fac que moi, dans le meme batiment d'études, il est alcoolique, et ne manquait pas d'user de cette excuse pour justifier les pires choses qui me sont arrivées. 

Je me sens mieux maintenant mais il était important pour moi de vous écrire, car j'ai mis du temps à me dire que ce n'était pas de ma faute, et qu'il n'avait aucun droit de faire ca. 

En espérant être publié, ça me rechaufferait le coeur de savoir que je ne suis pas seule. 


Champagne ! Next step, next project in a very chic flat in Lyon France, with view on the largest place in europe, xix century building ordered by Napoléon 1 er in 1805 , (those ornaments are late 1880..Within two weeks, floor restoration (sanding, oiling) and design of ligths , 1 & desks to be delivered injune . This is the main room (550fsq) for the CIO and executif meetings. Other pix will come soon.For Crequy Group Lyon .

Champagne !Futur projet sur les deux semaines qui viennent formation d'une équipe de combat pour ponçage et protection des parquets ( 350 M2!) puis design de mobilier et création d'un espace d'accueil jardin d'hiver je voudrais que tout soit terminé idéalement cet été ! il s'agit d'un ensemble de batiments ordonnés par Napoléon 1er qui date de 1805 qui bordent la place Bellecour, deux grands pavillons de forme classique qui se regardent entre les six hectares de la place.Content d'avoir pu trouver le lieu idéal à cette entreprise spécialisée dans la valorisation d'immobilier ancien ! j'espere que ce projet de déco me permettra d'aller plus loin encore ! Client : Groupe Crequy.

Red love - part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request of @g-r-u-n-g-e-s-p-a-c-e : Hi!I really like what you wrote.if you are still writing can you something like bucky saves reader with wanda from the red room and began to fall each other.and also reader is wanda’s best friend and clint’s sister-in-low.I hope you think about it if you write thank you sooo muchh. English not my first language I might have written wrong.sorry if ı did :):):)

A/N: I take a long long tome to make this story, because I really want this one to be better than the other one. This was my first request and I had to admit that I loved to do this. I changed a few things but I hope you will all liike it. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you thing about it, and come talk with me if you want. :) Word Count: 2153 +  italic is flashback

Originally posted by blackinjustice


2015, Romania

Since he escaped from Washington Bucky has been trying to put in orders the pieces of his life. Every day he will spend at least two hours through his notebook, and every day he will scrolls through the pages of memories, dreams, pictures and notes about what he remembered. In this notebook, he described his feelings, his fears, but you could also see pages of documentation about Steven Rogers. He was still trying to recover from his time at Hydra, and that’s why he left the USA and went to Eastern Europe. He needed to be in a peaceful and calm environment so he could focus on his memory, on his life and what he really wants to do in the futur. Of course he was always on his guard because he knew hydra would not give up on him so easily.

1999, Russia

The Winter Soldier made his way to the hall as quickly and silently as possible and headed to the training room, four guards around him to watch over him. He knew why he was here. He was here to train these girls to become better, to be as strong as him.

It has been two months he started to train you, but every time you had to train with him you felt expose, vulnerable under his look.

You stand in front of him and nodded telling him the fight could begin. You shoot your arm towards his face and he barely had the time to catch it. He clenched your fist in his own, making your hand pop, and pulled you towards him your back against his torso his arm around your throat.. You closed your eyes as soon as you felt his body against yours. Focus, you needed to focus and not get distracted by what you were feeling.

You throw your head back with violence and as soon as his hold get less important she throw multiple elbow punches in his stomach.

He let out a low painful grunt and let you go. You pulled a good distance between the two of you and waited for him to make the first move.


Your eyes never left his, not even when you started to run towards him. You were not even thinking of what you were going to do, it was pure instinct. Well, Natalia taught you this, as a lot of other thing. Jumping off the ground you get on the soldier shoulders wrapping your legs around his neck and throw your body fowards until he hit the floor.

You thightened your legs around his throat, trying to choke him. His arms immediately shot towards you to hit you and as soon as he found a grip on you he made you flew against the wall five feet away from him. Next thing you saw was his black boots walking towards you. He lifted you up, and put his metal arm around your neck and his right hand on your head, ready to snap your neck.

“Fine. Line up, go eat and sleep.” Ivan stopped the fight and you saw that every single person in the room was looking at you. As soon as the soldier let you go, and join the other girls and do as Ivan said.




The soldier slowly opened the door and saw you laying on the black mat in the center of the room. He could see your eyes filled with tears as you looked at the ceiling. He knew you were corrupted, but so was he. He was reading everybody language, but yours was more subtle than the others, but as soon as he stands in the room he saw your body tense up. You sat up and looked at him frightened, tears continually spilling over her eyes and tracing paths down her cheeks and neck. Since he arrived you were asking yourself some question about a lot of things but especially about your feelings towards the soldier.


He reached his hand toward you and brushed away the tears, his eyes not leaving you. The room was dark except for the light seeping in from the little window. You could see the corner of his mouth turn up.


“You shouldn’t be here. It’s the final fight tomorrow.”

“Is it normal?” You asked not sure about what to say. He started to walk toward you, his chest brushing against yours.


You knew that being attracted to the soldier will potentially get you killed, but it’s was hard to convince yourself that he wasn’t attractive, those blue eyes were piercing and he was such an awsome man. 

Your eyes were glued to him, and you could not stop yourself from slowly putting your hands on his cheeks.


“It’s not a good idea.” He closed his eyes and you could see his body relaxed under your touches.  


“I-I know.” Your voice was weak and you both knew that what they were doing was bad, but sometimes you could not stop things from happening. He leaned close to you and his lips slowly get on yours. 

The kiss was slow, shy, but soon enough you began to discover each other his soft lips brushing against yours, his fingers on your neck soflty brushing your skin.


“Мне это нравится (I like it)” You smiled a little bit, nodded and closed your eyes putting  your forehead on his.




During the two next weeks, you continued to see each other three times a week. You did not need to talk, just being around each other was comforting and making you feel safe and in peace. 

Of course during these two weeks there has been some kisses, some touches and that was a new feeling for both of you.

 Sometimes you would try the hardest to fight back your laugh but you would fail, he even if it was small you could him smile a little bit. 

Yes, he was making you weak, but you never has been happier than where you were with him, and you knew you were not going to make it to the end of the program so it’s probably best to enjoy what you could have. You spend as much time as you can with him. 

Of  course during the training he continued to be as rude with you than with the others but when you were alone.. he was not the same.



They knew it, they knew that you were corrupted, that’s why they wiped you. You had experienced a lot of physical pain but the pain was unbearable, and the mental one was worse. Even if you did not hear it, you knew you were screaming, and trying to get yourself out of that chair. They were playing with your mind, you could feel your memories vanished and it was more and more difficult to focus on something. All you can focus on was the pain and your mind leaving your body.


“Y/N, what do you remember?” As soon as those words left the man’s mouth you looked at him.


“I-I.” You did not remember anything.


“Great.” The man smiled and a person come and loosens the strap  around your ankles, and wrist. “Take her.” The man talked to some of the soldiers behind him, and you saw them come closer to you and took you. As you walked through the corridor you saw girls and soldiers looked at you. 

Where were you? Who is that? Your head hurt and all of the sounds around you made it worse. You blinked a couple times trying to make this throbbing sensation dissapears and looked more closely around you but everything was black.

Avenger QG, 2015

“Sir, one of our contact in Russia has informations about file number 52.” Jarvis inrrupted Steve, Natasha, Clint and Wanda as they were watching Rocky 2.

Instentatly everyone in the room saw Natasha and Clint tensed up. Steve looked at Natasha, and all he could see was fear in her eyes.

“I’m coming.” Steve stand up and left the room to the lab, knowing that Natasha was probably behind her.

“Jarvis, what is that?” Steve asked as he entered the room, and walked in front oof the computer.

“This is file number 52. It has been opened fifteen years ago by Shield and closed five years ago.” His eyes were not leaving the file in front of him as he began to read it.

“Who closed it? And what does it contain?”  

“Natalia Romanoff closed it. This file is about the activity of the Red Room.. Shield wasn’t sure the programm this organisation was running was closed, even after the fall of the URSS and KGB but Mr. Stark asked one of his contact to keep an eye on this and send a message an hour ago.”

“What does that say?”

“Anormal activities in an old batiment who belonged to the KGB, in Russia linked to this program.”

“Get the quinjet ready we are leaving.” He told Jarvis as soon as he finished to read the file.

“-Don’t do this Steve.” Natasha was next to the door her back against the wall behind her.

“Why did you close this file if you knew that they are still a threat.”

“You know why. You read the file.”

“We are leaving. Get ready.”

As soon as they get in the quinjet everyone was silent. Steve took a deep breath and sat next to Natasha.

“I know you knew her, but we cannot let our emotions lead us and you know this.”

“If we find her, don’t kill her.”

“She might not let us a choice.”

“I know.”


The Red Room

“You’ll break them.”

“Only the breakable ones. You are made of marble.”


The thing was that when Natalia said that she knew that you may not be strong enough to live. No one had the right to care about anyone, they were raised like that ; insensible, fearless, careless but you were so innocent, so weak that she knew you would be broke.


The Red Room was one of the Department X’s espionage training facilities, in the 80’ they recruited 28 little orphan girls to make them undetectable deep-cover agents, to make them perfect assassin.


The girls chosen were put through strenuous daily training.Hand to hand combat training, acrobatics, weapons training… and every single months girls were killed because of their weakness, because of a mistake.

Everything was fine until the soldier came. Natalia was attached to you but both of you were good to hide this secret, you were talking to each other as often as you could, she was training you once a week during the night. You would both uncuffed you and get to the training room for an hour to train.You knew that she was a lot stronger than you, that’s why you were training so hard with Natalia. But when the soldier came Natasha slowly saw you become more confused, unconcentrate, and an easiest target.


That’s why they took you as soon as the soldier left the Red Room, they took her memories, her identity and send her away from Natasha and the others so they could made her a perfect assassin.

2015, Ukraine

James could feel his body and his metal arm tensed as entered  the building, he has been searching this place for two months now and travelling for a week now so he was tired.  This place was familiar to him,  that surely because he already came into this bulding years ago. 

To go there he put on his old black suit, he knew this was going to be an advantage even if he hated to be in this. Minutes ago he stept silently on the third level collidor, hearing at least three guards. 

Hearing the agents approching, he pulled out one of his handgun and shot the first one in the carotid artery before moving and aim to the chest of the second one. Moving quickly he looked in every single room with an amazing speed, he looked around carefully.

 He was like a shadow, no one saw him until he get to the fourth floor where a lot of soldier were.  Of course he took him only a few minutes to take them down in silence, throwing punches, and shooting at people. He didn’t want to kill anyone but he wouldn’t let anyone hurt him and this was a pure instinct of survival. 

He knew she was here, and he also knew he needed to see her, and take her away from this place. He had a lot of memory of his past has the winter soldier, but the one with you were not as dark and hurtfull as the other one and that’s why he decides to follow this lead. He slowly entered the room after the guards were all taken down and what’s when he saw her for real.

Fic: Update (Visitor 10/?)

Title: Update (Visitor 10/?)
Rating: T
Category: S, MSR, A
Timeline: revival
Summary: On a Wednesday in August, she finds him in the hallway.  
Author’s Note:  All the love to my squad, who are my touchstone, and all the love to all the people who have sent me feedback lately.  This one’s for you.  We’re getting close.  As always, if you’ve missed a chapter, you can read the full story on AO3.

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emilythebraun419  asked:

Percabeth language barrier au?

Percy is pretty sure that the foreign exchange student thinks he’s an idiot. It doesn’t help that she’s beautiful, with curly blonde hair always held up in a tight ponytail and eyes the color of steel daggers. With her looking like that, it would be hard enough for him to not sound like an idiot in English, let alone French.

Percy didn’t know who’s dumb idea it was to put a native french speaker in a french class full of high school students who were struggling around tenses and their own blatantly American accents. He tries to ask her about her day in French, and she spears him with an unimpressed look, babbling something in rapid french that he can’t even try to comprehend.

Percy frowns. This has been going on for half the year, and Percy is still not sure how he could be half in love with a girl who’s never spoken a word he’d understood, who always looks at him like she’s looked at his soul and found him wanting, who doesn’t do anything but saunter into French class with her ponytail swinging and make him sigh.

Oh god, he’s a dork. He’s such a dork, Jesus Christ.

He tries to concentrate on the lesson, but his gaze sways back to her again. Her notebook is one half meticulously scribbled notes and the other half beautifully drawn buildings. One of them, recurring throughout all the notes he’s seen, peeks of it, here and there, is a beautiful beach house, somehow managing to be elegant as it is summery, and Percy’d never known that buildings could be truly elegant without dripping with the opulence that Wall Street had.

Bella batiment,” He says, and her face goes abruptly blank. Percy internally groans. He’s pretty sure he said a swear or something dirty and completely offended her instead of what he wants to say, so he holds up his hands before she can speak, panicked. “I meant that your building was pretty! Not…Whatever I just said. Wait, you can’t understand me, never mind, merci–” Percy wonders what it would be like if a hole swallowed him up at this moment. Probably more pleasant than having Annabeth completely humiliate him in class.

She interrupts his panicking, holding up her notebook and pointing to one of the doodles. “Belle bâtiment?” He shakes his head. Yes, that house was pretty, but it wasn’t the house. She frowns, and Percy scrambles to make amends, pointing to the peek of a front porch that he’s sure belonged to the house. Her eyes widen, and she points to the drawing. “Belle bâtiment?” he nods, and then the French teacher yells at them both to stop talking and she turns back to her book.

But out of the corner of his eye, throughout the class, Percy can see her giving him an odd look.


The next day, she comes to his lunch table, while Percy and Grover are arguing whether the school lunch burritos actually count as burritos. Grover argues for school lunches, because Grover eats everything.

And then, a familiar voice asks, “Puis-je m'asseoir ici?

Percy stares up at her. He didn’t even know that she was in his lunch period. He’s never seen her around before. On his right, Piper gives Annabeth a bright grin. “Bien sûr! Êtes-vous l'étudiant de change? Je suis Piper, cela est Grover, qui est Rachel, et Percy de cet idiot.” Percy stares at her. Jeans ripped, Hello Kitty tank top wearing Piper with her choppy hair braided almost with contempt, like she would have rather hacked off her hair than braided it, speaking fluent French? Vaguely, in the back of his mind he realizes that she said his name and the word idiot in the same sentence, and that he should probably be offended, but he’s too busy gaping.

Piper scowls at him. “What? My mother was french.” Percy shuts his mouth and makes way for Annabeth, who sits next to him, and tries very hard not to pay attention to the way their arms brush together. She smells like apples.

Je rencontrai Percy avant. Nous sommes dans la même classe. Et je sais déjà qu'il est un idiot.” He hears his name again, and the word idiot, and his face goes up in flames. So he was right. She did think he was an idiot. “Il est aussi très gentil.” She says, softer, and Piper grins at Percy, knowingly.

“I think she’ll fit in very well here,” Piper says, and Percy knows he’s fucked.


Piper and Annabeth become an unstoppable force, Grover looks charmed by her, and Leo and Annabeth have become fast friends after she saw him making one of her doodles out of pipe cleaners. Even Rachel is warming up to her, despite them not speaking the same language at all. Percy doesn’t know how it’s possible that she could like every single one of his friends, and yet not like him. She’s distant with him, keeps giving him those unimpressed looks and then sometimes that odd look, the one that Percy is pretty sure her god-I-didn’t-think-he-could-be-this-stupid look.

And now, with his friends around her, and Piper translating, he finds that he likes her even more. She’s smart, and funny sometimes, and ridiculously competent, and Percy finds himself helplessly looking at her when he’s sure she doesn’t notice.

Finally, towards the end of the year, a month before prom, he decides, Fuck it.

He’s sure this is going to go terribly when he looks it up and makes a sign, getting Rachel to draw the house that he now calls Annabeth’s house, the one that’s in her doodles all the time. And then above it, in his sloppy handwriting, marring the entire effect–because he wasn’t about to ask Piper about this, she’d laugh at him for ages–he wrote in French: Do you want to go out with me? Veux-tu sortir avec moi?

He holds it up at their lunch table, before anyone arrives, and Annabeth comes as she always does, laughing with Piper, probably at him. But then she catches sight of him, and stops in her tracks.

Percy’s sure that his heart never beat so hard.

She comes forward, and god, she looks angry. Her eyes are like hardened steel. Percy braces himself for her to slap him in the face, sure that he translated something wrong, did something wrong, but then she takes his face in her hands, and kisses him, hard.

He drops the sign.

In the background, he’s pretty sure he can hear his friends cheering.

(Head cannon that all the times she’s babbling in French, Annabeth is lamenting the fact that Percy’s so cute but so stupid, and she knows a little bit of English but doesn’t use it, because she thinks the furrow he gets between his eyebrows when he can’t understand her is the most adorable thing ever.)