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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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
“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.
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
“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
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.
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
“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.”
The Red Room
“You’ll break them.”
“Only the breakable ones. You are made of
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
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
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
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
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
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.
Sooo, it’s @norcumi birthday. She sent me a prompt a while back that I only recently finished. I kept it under my hat, waiting for a good occasion. Well, perfectly good one now ! Happy birthday, you’re amazing, enjoy the silly clones <3
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.
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.)