#i have like a million photos of vienna on my phone and they need to be cleared off

[cryptidvoidwritings]

I’m sure the clearer version of this is up on tumblr somewhere, but here we go anyway.

Source - Sinisi’s sharing the Instagram story. Saved to my phone September 15, 2021.

#I have like a million photos of Vienna Cats on my phone and they need to be cleared off #riccardo sinisi #rum tum tugger #cats vienna #cats vienna revival #i will never be over vienna

[itgetsdarksometimes35]

For Freedom

Warnings: This chapter: none; the series: non-con, dub-con, depression, forced marriage, angst, forced pregnancy, 18+

Word count: 4,237

Pairings: Dark!Bucky Barnes / Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest girl in her family. After being sold to Bucky Barnes, and forced to have his child, she and her sisters look for a way to escape.

~ indicates time change

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A/N: Hey you guys! I know I planned on this being the ending, but I thin this will be a small series. The next part will be the ending for sure, though. Hope you enjoy, next thing out will be Love In True Form, and then I’ll get to work on challenges. Then after that, I may have a new series for you all...

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It took months to save up enough money. You only needed enough to get two one-way tickets to Germany, but you were scared to take out too much in fears of James finding out. In that time, your oldest sister, Lucille, had twin boys. She had 5 sons altogether now, and you couldn’t wait to see her again. You hadn’t spoken to her since she was married and taken away years ago; Anne seemed to be the person who was doing all the communicating for you all. The second oldest, Vienna, had 3 daughters before she finally had her son. Her husband refused to give up until he had an “heir.” Anne had only 3 children, two boys and a girl. All the names to your nieces and nephews were a mystery, along with their faces and ages. You could guess Lucille’s twins’ ages were less than a year, but you could never be sure. Anne knew you had your son, but she didn’t know his name. She never asked, and she told you not to tell her. You weren’t sure if your other sisters knew, but it would only be a matter of time before they did. 

Bucky had turned 1 years old a month prior to you both leaving. James threw a small party at a local amusement park that he had rented out for the entire day. His friends and family were the only in attendance, as usual, and the older kids enjoyed the rides while Bucky smiled at all his guests and messed his face with icing from his safari cake. James had been so happy to plan the party; balloon animals, a small petting zoo, and face painting areas all decorated the park. You couldn’t deny the way he beamed at Bucky as he screamed in affection at the baby goat drinking from the bottle or the way he giggled at the stuffed rabbit James’ friend, Natasha, had gifted him. James wasn’t loving with you, but you were thankful it didn’t carry over to Bucky. You wished yours and James’ situation was different. Maybe you’d love him in different lights. 

When James thought you were buying groceries one day, you went out to get you and Bucky’s passport and buy your tickets. The passports would be ready and shipped to your house in 5 weeks, you paid an extra fee to get the expedition processing, and our flight would be the following week.

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“See ya tonight, bud.” James caressed Bucky’s head while speaking to the pouting toddler. Bucky was always upset to see his daddy leave for work, and overjoyed when he came back. Your heart clenched. Were you doing the right thing? Then James turned to you and you shook the thought away. Of course you were. 

“Have a good day, dear. We’ll miss you,” You chirped as you kissed James on the cheek. He turned his mouth up in a small smile before kissing you on the lips. 

“Can’t wait to get back.” He winked at you and your stomach turned at his crud intentions. You were nothing but a walking toy for him, something to cook him food and bear his children. You faked a smile before dipping into the house while James drove off. 

You shut the door and quickly walked upstairs, your cab would be here in an hour. Plenty of time to pack. You set Bucky in his playpen and he looked at you as you frantically moved around yours and James’ shared room trying to throw useful items into the suitcase you brought to the house the day you moved in. 

“Da-da,” Bucky cooed from the pen as he picked up a block to start stacking. 

“Da-da went to work, baby. Now you and mommy are going to go on a trip,” You turned to your son and smiled at him, “Are you excited?” You talked in your baby voice and your son smiled back at you. His 3 teeth on full display for you. 

Your suitcase was filled with as many clothes as you saw fit. Everyone had specific items to bring, and your job was the clothes. Anne and Lucille would bring baby supplies, diapers, sippy cups, toys, etc; Vienna shared your job. The plan was to pack light, anything other than what you absolutely needed had to be left--including photos, and then drain your husband’s bank account for money. Finding out James’ banking information was the hardest thing for you to do, he kept it all locked in a safe in a room that was always locked. After snooping on him one night after he thought you were asleep, you were surprised to see the combination was the day of your marriage. 

As you were leaving the bedroom, you saw Bucky’s baby book. It wasn’t big, and you could fit it in your purse. There were millions of photos on the walls, but none of them were personal to you. They were high tech and flashy photos James had spent too much money on. None of them looked natural. Then again, you had never felt natural with him. But that book held photos you had captured with an old polaroid you found in the basement.  The film was just as old, but there was enough to last you years. You grabbed it and stuffed it into your purse as the Taxi started honking. You picked Bucky up from his playpen and left. You would just have to deal with Anne’s complaining when you got to Germany. 

The taxi dropped you off at the airport 45 minutes before you were supposed to board. You rolled your suitcase over to the bank that was next door, and entered with Bucky on your hip. James listed you as an account holder in the case of an emergency. You were positive he hadn’t seen anything wrong with this, you’d still need to know his information, and he probably thought he had broken you beyond the point of willing yourself to run. Little did he know. 

“Good morning, I’d like to withdraw some funds from my husband’s account,” You said to the older woman with a blonde bob and bright red lipstick. She smiled and set the glasses hanging around her neck on her nose before turning to the screen ahead of her. 

“Alright, name please.” You told her and she typed a few times. “And his?” She looked at you, and you noticed a bit of lipstick in her teeth. 

“James Buchanan Barnes.” The woman nodded and typed away.

“Da-da,” Bucky yelled and you looked down at him with a smile. 

“That’s right, honey, that’s daddy’s name.” Bucky smiled up at you before grabbing at your hair to play with. 

“Oh, he’s a cutie,” The older woman exclaimed, “Can he have a lollipop?” She reached into a brown bowel on the counter separating the two of you before pulling out a blue sucker. 

“I don’t see why not. Thank you.” You took the blue lollipop before turning to Bucky who was eyeing the candy with intensity. “What do you say?” 

“Tank to!” You unwrapped the lollipop before handing it to Bucky. He grabbed it with his chunky hand before greedily sucking on it, already getting a blue sticky streak on his mouth.

You turned your attention back to the blonde, and she asked you for your name and bank information. You gave it to her as she continued to type away at her computer. “Alright, can you tell me the amount you’d like to withdraw today?” 

You cleared your throat before answering, “All of it.”

The woman’s eyes got big. “Ma’am, there’s 2 million dollars in here. Can you give a reason?”

“Yes ma’am.” You adjusted Bucky on your hip as you tried to remember your lie. “My husband, James, was recently in a horrible accident at his job. I understand the hospital can take the money from the account, but they’ve given me the option to give it to them in person as well. I was on my way to catch a flight to him, and decided this was a route I’d like to take. Our insurance wouldn’t inflate because they wouldn’t have to pay anything, too, and now that we have this little one,” You lifted your hip that carried Bucky a bit higher, “I want our insurance as good as possible. We never know, you know?”

The blonde looked as if she were about to cry. “Oh, you poor thing! Yes, of course I understand completely. I have 2 daughters, and when their father got sick our insurance and healthcare went completely down the drain. I wish I could’ve had the money you have, I know it can be terrifying to have bad policies when raising children. Especially young ones.” You were nodding your head, trying to look pitiful. You felt bad for lying, especially to this woman. She looked so bad for you and was able to relate to your fake story. Your stomach flipped, and you felt like you were going to be sick.

“Thank you, I’m sorry about your husband. It’s a horrible situation that some of us are put in.”

The woman agreed and typed on the computer again. A register was opened and she counted out taped together stacks of money. She put them in a cream colored bag along with a receipt and handed it to you. 

“I hope everything goes okay for you and your little one. Us moms have to stay strong and do what’s best.” 

You held back tears at the woman’s words. “That we do.”

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You made your way back to the airport as Bucky babbled a song from a show you both watch together. The bank teller, who’s name you learned to be Camille, informed you that your husband would be emailed by the bank about the deposit due to legal protocol. You knew James checks his email religiously and that he got notifications on his phone. You knew that he was probably on a phone call with the bank right now, screaming into the phone. But you didn’t care.

By the time he figured out you’d left, you’d be in Germany. Or close to it. You planned on destroying your trail once you got there. Anne had planned it all out. She deleted her history and told you to destroy all your letters by burning them. She led her husband to believe you all had traveled to Greece with undeleted searches. It would throw all of them off for a bit, but eventually you knew they’d figure out you went to Germany. You all knew that you couldn’t stay together after a while, it’d be too risky. You knew at some point one of you might get caught, and the rest would have to save themselves. You were fugitives, trapped in your own homes, with men that were supposed to provide security as the guards. But, until then, you’d stick together as long as possible. You were stronger as a team during the weaker parts of the beginning. 

As you boarded the plane you felt a wave of nausea hit you. You rushed to the plane bathroom with Bucky still in your arms. You threw the door open, and emptied your stomach into the toilet bowl. 

“Uh oh,” Bucky said, making you laugh at his purity. 

“It’s okay, honey, mommy’s just a little nervous,” You reassured your son. You flushed and washed your hands before stepping out of the cramped room to find your seat. The plane took off soon after that. 

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You were jerked awake as a flight attendant tapped your shoulder, her brown hair pulled tight into a low bun. 

“Sorry to wake you, ma’am,” She had a smooth voice that you felt could put you right back to sleep, “But you’ve arrived at your destination.”

“Okay, thank you.” She smiled at you before standing up straight to move to the back of the plane to wake up other passengers. Bucky was asleep in your arms, and you planned to keep him that way. He had been good throughout the entire flight, but you weren’t surprised. He was such an easy baby, you couldn’t have been blessed with a better one. Especially not in your circumstances. 

You got off the plane and went in search of your suitcase in the bag return. You quickly found it before you headed out of the crowded airport. Bucky was quick to wake up after hearing the commotion of the early Wednesday morning traffic. Taxi drivers were yelling in German and English to the people exiting the airport, offering them a ride for a “price they couldn’t get elsewhere.” You would’ve taken the offer, but knew that you had to wait for the bus. Anne had said it’d be easier to hide that way. The taxi driver would ask for a direct address while the bus would drop you off at another station. Miles from your true destination. Plus the bus driver was less likely to remember you. 

Your stomach growled as Bucky bounced in your lap. You had eaten on the plane, but had vomited nearly everything up. Your stomach wasn’t agreeing with anything today, but you knew it was just the guilt and nerves you felt. Everything would go back to normal once you were with your sisters, and plus they would have something good for you to have at the house. 

The bus smelled and was cramped with loud people on their way to work. They spoke words you couldn’t comprehend loudly in your ear, and Bucky sat amazed at them. When your stop came, you eagerly grabbed your suitcase, bag, and son and all but jumped off the bus, glad to be rid of it for now. You followed a path Anne described in great detail until you came to houses with numbers. You dragged your tired body along them until you found the number that had played in your head for the past few days. Number 39. Your new home

You climbed the three steps up to the brown, wooden door, and grasped the iron knuckle. You pulled it up and down several times emitting loud thuds to echo in the small community of homes. Bucky grasped the front of your chest and stuck his face into it to represent his hunger. 

“I know, baby, mommy will feed you soon.” 

Your heart beat loudly in your chest as you waited for an answer. You counted 23 seconds before you considered your possible mistake. Did you go down the wrong street? Was 39 the house number or was it the bus number you were supposed to take? Was there any way to contact your sisters? Could you somehow convince James that you had been kidnapped in hopes he’d believe you? Just then the door creaked open. Your worries came to a halt as you saw Vienna standing in the doorway. She had, of course, aged a bit since the last time you saw her. Her hair was shorter and a little bit dull in color and she was skinnier than the chubby teenager you were used to, but there was no denying that was her. 

“Oh my God, Vienna?” Her droopy tired eyes held tears as she took you in. Her lip trembled and she whispered your name. She opened the door wider as she held out her arms to you. “It’s been so long!” 

You held her tighter to you with the arm that didn’t hold Bucky. She pulled away from you as tears escaped from her eyes. Your own were starting to conjugate in yours. Vienna stepped aside so you could step into the small house. She took a peek outside before shutting and locking the door behind you. 

“Where’s everyone else,” You asked, setting your bags down at last. 

Vienna didn’t have to answer as you heard your name being called behind you. You turned and adjusted Bucky into your other arm as you see Lucille stepping out of a room. Her back is a bit hunched over and one of her eyes seemed to lazily shut now. Gray hair was sprinkled across her scalp, and wrinkles were setting under her eyes. She was only 36. 

“Look at you, you’ve grown so much,” She exclaimed, stepping closer to you. You were only 1 when she was married off at 16. She was the youngest one wed, but she was also the prettiest. Your father had no problem finding a man to sell her to. She was the only one auctioned off before 18. Vienna left at 19 and Anne left at 22. None of you were as strong as Anne, she had held on the longest. You had left at 18, too. 

You hugged her tightly. You never got to know her, but you still loved her deeply. You hated the cards you all had been dealt for keeping you apart for so long. You let go as Vienna stepped closer to you both. She rubber Bucky’s small back. 

“And who is this little guy?” She smiled down at him as he gave a 3 tooth grin back. 

You sniffed before handing Bucky to your sister. “This is Bucky. My one and only.” Vienna mimicked the name before bouncing him on her hip a bit. 

“Well, Bucky, I think it’s time for you to meet your aunts and cousins.” 

Lucille took your hand as Vienna carried Bucky into a room filled with kids and a crib with two babies sleeping. They all were watching a TV, but turned to you as you walked in. 

“Kids, come meet your 4th aunt,” Vienna said as she cooed at Bucky. 3 girls and a boy walked over to you and Lucille. “That’s Jade,” Vienna pointed to the girl with dutch braids, “Josephine,” The one with big curls and floral dress, “June,” The one with a ponytail and a sports jersey, “and Jared,” The only boy. They all waved to you, all looking a bit uncomfortable. You didn’t blame them, they had traveled from God knows where to a weird house, and now they were meeting people they had never met before. Probably never even heard of. “And this is your other cousin, Bucky.” Josephine, she looked to be the oldest-- probably 13, smiled at the child. 

“Oh, he’s so cute! Can I hold him?” She looked to her mom for confirmation before looking at you. Her big eyes soft, just like her mother’s.

“Yeah, of course. He’s hungry, do you want to feed him?” Her eyes lit up. 

“Yes!” You chuckled at her enthusiasm, and she gave a shy smile once realizing how excited she sounded. 

“He can eat crushed up fruit, do you guys have any?” Your eyes searched Vienna and Lucille. 

“In the kitchen. I can go do it for you,” The girl replied, scooping up your son before moving through a door that led into, what you assumed to be, a kitchen. 

“We left just in time,” Vienna said, “Her father had already found a man to marry her. She’s sweet, and I know she’d make a great mom one day, but she’s also so smart. She has a life to live before she should even think about a baby,” She sighed, “But of course, women in our situation don’t hold any other value.” 

Vienna’s children had gone back to watching the TV, and Lucille called her children up. 

“Boys, come here please.” 3 boys walked over to you. “This is my oldest, Tennessee,” The boy with dusty hair nodded to you, he looked about 16, “Then Anthony,” the one with curly hair and glasses, “And Kyle,” He had freckles and a dimple on his chin. Lucille pointed to the crib. “Over there are Michael and Ian, they’re 3 months old. Didn’t think I had it in me, but I guess it’s not over until the big change, huh?” You smiled at her as she squeezed your hand. 

“It’s nice to meet everyone,” You say and they nod at you, taking their seat on the floor and couch yet again. There were still 3 kids that were taking steady glances at you, and you were about to ask about them when you heard your name yet again. You turn to the left to see Anne walking down the stairs. 

“Anne!” You ran over to embrace your sister. You and her had by far had the strongest relationship, being closer in age and spending the most time together. You felt yourself crying once again. Anne broke the hug and held you at arms length, looking you over. 

“Wow,” She breathed out as tears flowed freely. She looked exactly the same as she did 7 years prior. You giggled at her and she joined you. A little girl, no older than two, ran to hug her legs. “This little stinker,” Anne said lifting the girl up, “Is my youngest Brooke.” She kissed the girl’s cheek before waving the last 2 boys over. “That’s George,” The oldest one with shoulder length hair, “And Evan.” He looked exactly like your father. Had the same lifted left eyebrow and everything. Anne looked like the man she hated the most, and you knew she’d never be rid of the man who she blamed all her sorrows on. Especially not now that her son looked like him, but you knew she’d never neglect her child. 

Josephine was walking out of the kitchen while wiping Bucky’s hands. You grabbed your sister’s hand and led her over to your son. 

“And this is Bucky.”

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After the tear filled reunion, you found yourself at a small dinner table with your sisters. They were all huddled around it as your nieces and nephews sat in front of the tv and had dinner. They giggled at the silent screen that flashed cartoons at them. Bucky lay asleep in Anne’s arms as she bounced him. 

“Alright,” Anne whispered loud enough for just you all to hear, “So, does everyone know the plan?” You all nodded. Anne had planned this all out. Every time something was needed outside of the house, somebody different each time would leave to retrieve it. It would go in rotation from oldest to youngest. You would carry a burner phone with you and would only use it if there was an emergency. The phone would have one number on it, the house phone, that another sister would be right by until the other one returned back safely. 

After dinner, you helped Vienna clean up. You both had insisted Anne and Lucille get some rest, saying they had gotten there the earliest and were tired. Anne took Bucky to the room you, her, Bucky, Brooke, and June would sleep in. The house only had 3 bedrooms, and 5 people would have to bunk in the small bedrooms with only one king size bed together. It would be a squeeze, but it was all definitely better than the Hell you all had escaped. 

While cleaning, you found yourself not being able to focus on the story Vienna was telling you. Your stomach was turning, fighting the peas and chicken you had just ate, and your head was suddenly hurting. You were sweating too. Were you having a panic attack? 

“You okay, sis?” Before you could answer, you were vomiting up your dinner into the sink. Vienna soothingly rubbed your back as you finished off the remnants. You turned on the faucet to wash away the mush. 

“I’m s-sorry. I guess I’m a little scared still?” Vienna looked at you and gave a knowing smile before resting her hand on your shoulder. 

“How far along are you?”

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The day had been a shitty one. James was in the middle of an important business pitch with Sam Wilson, a promising company from Louisiana that he wanted to partner with, when his assistant rushed in. He tried to order her out, but when he heard “money” and “gone” he had to apologize and excuse himself. After seeing the bank’s email, and hearing the voicemail they left his assistant after she called them, he rescheduled his meeting with Sam, explaining vaguely what was happening. 

James believed someone had stolen your information in order to rob him blind. He didn’t think you would do that, what reason would you have? Name anything on this Earth and James would have it in your hands the very next day. He was clutching the steering wheel with a vice-like grip that was turning his knuckles white. When James got home, he looked on terrified at how it was left. He called your name out while he ran around looking for you and Bucky. Once he found it empty, he started dialing 911. You both were missing.

James was tapping his foot waiting for the operator when he saw it. The picture album that you begged him for when you first found out you were pregnant. It was gone. 

The metal hand clutching the phone crushed right as he heard the female voice on the other side greet James. You and Bucky weren’t kidnapped, you had run away. 

James went downstairs to call his friends, Steve and Natasha. He was going to need their help tracking down his bratty wife. She was smart, he’d give her that, but she’d have to try a lot harder if she wanted to get away from an ex super soldier. 

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[soviet-history-detective]

What is the cost of not respecting boundaries?

(For those who haven’t seen, Part 1 and Part 2) A quick rundown for the people who are wondering what’s going on: Hello, folks. I am one of the leading Chernobyl/Legasov researchers who runs this youtube channel. I found the audio fragments of Legasov tapes which became quite a hit and received praise from Craig Mazin. Legasov tapes, which the migty HBO couldn’t find with their Russian-speaking consultants and millions of dollars of budget. I found rare photos and pre-Chernobyl videos of Legasov, translated a substantial amount of documentary material on Soviet near history topics, a good chunk of that being on Legasov and Chernobyl.  I am a live and let live kind of person and I was willing to look the other way with the Valoris shipping business cause “they were shipping the tv show characters and fangirling about the actors” so I ignored it and posted historical information, answered questions, unearthed and translated documentary videos and text material.   Then I abruptly stopped and went quiet cause the shipper gang went too far and started writing gross shit, rape fantasies and dragging real people who weren’t even in the tv show into their godawful fics -one of them being someone I highly admire, respect and look up as an inspiration and role model notwithstanding. 

They didn’t stick to Valoris, they had to involve the people who were not in the script at all. People whose names they learned from me. They had the audacity to discuss their fucked up fantasies (which they call headcanons) right under my nose, they couldn’t control themselves since they are completely driven by base animal instincts and some of them are downright sociopaths with no boundaries: Rabid and depraved, driven only by the primitive sexual instincts, with a two digit IQ, no understanding of boundaries, ethics, morals, completely bereft of common respect and decency. It’s creepy as hell -run for the hills kind of creepy.  (When I say no ethics and morals I don’t mean only sexual perversions. One of them is notorious for plagiarizing other people’s content in multiple social media platforms and acting indifferent when called out.) So I got creeped out, grossed out, infuriated, disillusioned and went quiet. Blocked everyone who was associated with Valoris to avoid their gross thirst talks. Blocked the tag too. Stopped posting new finds after the last Legasov video compilation. Stopped translating videos and text material for a long while.

They are way past normal shipping. This is some seriously fucked up shit.  Here are a couple of examples (Warning: Gross content, rape fantasies, scroll past the images and continue reading below if you can’t stomach or are a minor)

Here is more rape:

Their biggest argument is “We are writing fics about the fictionalized tv show characters” which is total and utter bullshit, because:

Nikolai Ryzhkov was not in the tv show at all.

Neither was Vladimir Gubarev. Why are they in those fics?

This isn’t all, there are public posts here where they were bouncing ideas and coming up with the most abhorrent fantasies about a real person who was NOT in the tv show. I don’t have the time to search them, plus they are really gross, you are better off not seeing it. (A paranthesis here: I’m totally indifferent about explicit fics if they involve only fictional characters and not promote rape culture. Just to make things clear.)

If you are using the names of real people, you are shipping real people. Period. I can write a fic using the shipper gang’s names in an alternate reality setting where they are an evil gang of cannibalistic cunts who raid maternity wards and butcher all the babies then burn puppies ad kittens alive for fun. Or I can write a fic where they all get sodomized with saguaro cacti dipped in ghost pepper sauce by sadistic rogue KGB agents. It’s fictionalized versions of them in an alternate universe after all, so it’s totally ok. Right? Well, there really is no point arguing these things, and that is not even the point of this post. I’m just saying it’s fucked up, creepy and wrong in every way. 

Not to mention they bully and gaslight people who speak up against them. Grown ass women bullying a 15 year old and adding a transphobic comment after learning they are trans is NOT COOL. @ihatefandomsfuckyouall can testify as the target of their bullying. That’s wrong and creepy as hell. 

HOWEVER. Like I said in the previous post, this won’t be about a holy jihad against shipping or some big anti-shipper crusade.  Nope, nope and nope with nope sauce.

Ship away, ship all you want, ship till you drop, ship till you turn Fedex green with envy. I am not here to lecture sociopaths driven solely by primitive sexual instincts and bereft of any kind of boundaries, morals, common respect and decency. There is nothing I or anyone can do about it. Like i said, I have no intention of trying to talk sense into anyone or giving sermons. So rest assured that I am well aware it’s pointless and stupid to wage a war against shipping, however gross and vile it is. I can’t stop you from sexualizing anything that walks (or has been long dead) and spewing sick ass fantasies. I will repeat for those with two digit IQ: I know there is nothing I or anyone can do to stop you from doing what you are doing, absolutely nothing. So I will do NOTHING. Got it? Whoever claims otherwise is full of shit, I will do absolutely NOTHING, you got my word 100%.

Seriously I won’t hate on you, I won’t call for holy wars and witch hunts. So, rest assured, I will not make any move against any of you, nope. Besides I don’t have the time for that, I have a busy life and better things to do. No war, no hate, no screaming, no drama, nothing. Is that clear? Capiche? Comprende? Понятно? 

Well, now let’s get to the heart of the matter:

I have been quiet but not idle. I’ve been contacting people, sending queries, making phone calls, digging state archive repositories. I have been finding material and boy did I find material! I happen to be one of the very few people who are blessed with an extraordinary ability to find things no one else can find. You have seen what I can find by utilizing search engines and going through links. Even Craig Mazin himself was mighty impressed with my finds, the proof is out there in public view, I won’t bother digging it up now.

Anyway. It turns out I can find hell of a lot more than that by contacting people, sending queries, making phone calls and digging through state archive repositories. Some of it costs pretty penny but no matter, I don’t mind paying for never-before-published video footage that is not on the internet. Some of it is not even digitized so you gotta pay extra fee for digitization and it can be quite high depending on the video length and media.

We are talking about HD videos here. There is excellent AI video processing software out there which can turn even the most primitive 19th century videos to crystal clear 60 fps HD so we are good. (Example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HbElEqm1TQ) I have photos that can’t be found by searching the internet. You’d drop dead if you saw some of them. I’m working on getting the full footage of Legasov’s IAEA presentation. It’s hella difficult, you have to personally go to Vienna and go through the seven hells and seven lower hells to obtain access. Also you need to be a research scientist with a reference letter. (All this info and list of requirements can be found on IAEA official site.) I won’t get into the details but I have it all sorted out, scientist and all. It wasn’t easy and it took a damn lot of time, effort, pulling family connections etc. Now the only remaining roadblock is this accursed coronavirus. As soon as the pandemic subsides a trip to Vienna shall be in order. The long Q&A session following Legasov’s report is unfortunately not available, but Legasov’s report certainly is (after fulfilling a laundry list of requirements.)

This is not all. There are photos (in addition to the publicly available ones I posted before) and video footage of Ryzhkov visiting Chernobyl, Legasov’s meetings, partial video of one Polituro meeting. There is this one precious footage where Legasov is laughing and drinking vodka. I won’t even say how many hours of work it took to find that. (Plot twist: I’m not the one who found it!) I have a pile of videos of Ryzhkov when he was the chairman of the council of ministers of the USSR, which are historical records of tremendous importance and not on Youtube. Buddies who have seen them had insta-man crush on him without even hearing my translation. Some of you would KILL for those, I know for a fact. For the Legasov drinking-partying video you would sell your soul to the devil (who wouldn’t?)

I have an IAEA report with an extremely rare photo you can’t find by searching. I won’t tell you who is in it cause I don’t want to supply anything you could use for your gross fics. Suffices to say one of them is someone you are drooling about and the other one is a big shot name that’s not on your radar and will unleash all kinds of fic ideas once you hear it. So nope. I ain’t giving you another Ryzhkov, I learned my lesson. I have video footage of that same man giving high praise to Legasov, talking with a tone of fondness, defending him against accusations. Such a sweet video. It put tears in my eyes. I can see you gang drooling a lake over that one so hell fucking no.  

Did I mention I started translating Legasov documentaries? Every single one on youtube. Including the entire Звезда Полынь. Also planning to convert some Legasov footage to HD using the aforementioned software tools. 

I have actually been posting videos and text material translations left and right, just out of your sight (nice rhyme, isn’t it?) 90% the material I listed above is either in the pipeline or in my hard disk.  @tryingtobealwaystrying can verify. She helped out a great deal with the IAEA business and I owe her one for that. We are both individually damn good at finding stuff but it turned out we can work wonders as a team. As a result, we have a treasure trove of the highest order in hand and in the works. 

And, here is the deal: YOU WILL SEE NONE OF IT.

N.O.N.E.

Not a shred. Not a pixel. Nothing. Ничего. Совсем нет. 

Get it now? “You didn’t see it cause it’s not there!” 

You won’t see it cause it won’t be there! 

So, this is it. I can’t do anything about your shipping scumbaggery but I can cut off your supply and deprive you of material and information. You will NEVER be able to find any of it on your own (let alone afford the fees for.) 

I will deprive you of the fruits of my labor. 

Indefinitely.

Of course that doesn’t mean I’ll keep it all to myself. I will share them but not in public. In fact I have translated and posted some videos you wanted real bad, one of them got 1000 views overnight but they are not public, for my work is not for the eyes of the wicked and unclean miscreants. I post them in shipper-free foreign forums you can’t find and send links privately to decent, wholesome people who are interested in Chernobyl and Soviet history for the passion to learn and admiration for the historical figures, not for spinning depraved fantasies and writing horrendous, projectile-vomit-inducing sex fics. And -as those of you who possess three digit IQ’s might have figured out!- I am not alone in that. (Plot twist FTW!)  Congrats, folks. You managed to alienate and drive away the top Chernobyl-Legasov researchers and translators with your hideous debauchery, extreme scumbaggery and abominable attitude. So, this is your punishment: NOTHING. This is the consequence you will deal with. This is the cost of your choices. 

A big nothing is all you will ever get from now on. 

See, told ya, there is absolutely nothing I can do about your gross shipping and scumbaggery so I will do NOTHING. 

Got the joke? LOL. I have awesome humor don’t I :) 

No more videos. No more photos. No more answers. No more translations. No more information.

You royally fucked up, people. You don’t get to eat the cake and the icing, especially not when you offend and insult the cooks, take a dump in the middle of the restaurant and masturbate while rolling in it. You could have kept it out of sight. You could have exercised some goddamn tact. But no, you had to behave like animals in heat. 

Well, you can continue obsessing over the TV show scripts until you get sick of it.  I will be posting translations of different parts of Soviet history like the WW2 era. You can ship Hitler and Stalin all you want. Get those headcanons rolling! I will even give you a prompt: Stalin cheats on Hitler with Mussolini. LMAO. 

You know what, I take back the not a pixel thing. We may post screenshots from the videos and low-res crops from the photos from time to time just to rub it in your face. 

Here is one where they are grilling Velikhov shortly after Legasov’s suicide. Oh boy you gotta see his face when they start bombarding him about Legasov’s death.... 

Here is the shot from a long video where the legendary Premier Ryzhkov is sporting the legendary 80′s Soviet glasses in all his superlative handsome glory. He is giving an interview about important historical turning points in this video and this isn’t even the best shot. You have to pay to get a copy but before that you need a superpower-like ability to find where it is in the first place. I scaled it up to 1440×1080 but not gonna put the high resolution version cause I’m such a darling.

  Here is Ryzhkov in the famous white work attire of the Soviet era. Looks familiar, yes? Do I need to tell WHERE he is and what he is doing? (Hint: The year is 1986.)

Oh man, oh man. How worried he looks, so heart-wrenching. The footage is only about 3 minutes but absolutely solid gold. I won’t say whether there is Legasov or Scherbina or BOTH of them appearing in this footage cause I’m such a sweetheart.

Unfortunately I am not at liberty to post any Legasov shots cause I am not the finder of the Legasov videos we currently have at hand. Too bad, so sad.  There you go. Enjoy your cold dish of nothing. Bon appetite. Adios amigas!  WHAT IS THE COST OF NOT RESPECTING BOUNDARIES? @tryingtobealwaystrying​ @the--arch @ihatefandomsfuckyouall​ @rarravai​ @weronikaisback​ @live-long-and-time-warp​ @tryingtobealwaystrying​ @chernobylgal86​ 

#chernobyl #valery legasov #legasov #boris scherbina #valoris #chernobyl nuclear disaster #Soviet History #soviet union #ussr #shippers take all the fun out of life #like cockroaches in the picnic #this is why we cant have nice things #ACCESS DENIED #NO SOUP FOR YOU

[pcychedelic]

Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire

Written for baeconandeggs’ #BAE2019.

Relationship(s): Park Chanyeol/Byun Baekhyun

Tags: Spies & Secret Agents AU, Espionage, Action, Politics; Angst, Smut

Rating: Mature (mature themes, strong language, violence, and sex)

Content Warning(s): Gunshots, blood

Words: 23.7k

Summary: Chanyeol has always tried his best to keep his job and his personal life miles away from each other. But when a mission goes awfully wrong and Baekhyun is put in harm's way, Chanyeol does everything he can to protect him.

Chanyeol’s bowtie is suffocating him. It’s been a while since he wore a tux. More specifically, it’s been a while since he wore a tux for a mission, the last time being two years ago when he had work in Vienna that had something to do with an opera.

He’s never taken a liking to fancy things. Luxuries are for people that have money to spend, and Chanyeol wasn’t fortunate enough to grow up like that. Chanyeol’s living a comfortable life now, thanks to his well-paying job, but it’s his choice not to indulge in opulence. Perhaps it’s because old habits die hard, even if those habits were forced upon him. From his pay, he deposits only what he needs into his local account, and the rest he entrusts to the Swiss—he thinks of it as somewhat like a contingency plan.

“Nice tux, Agent Lux,” his partner says through the earpiece. “Oh, shit. Wait. That rhymed.”

Chanyeol tries his best not to roll his eyes, as he isn’t sure if anyone’s watching him right now. “Congratulations,” he replies sarcastically. “Maybe you should change your codename from Ventus to Shakespeare. Why don’t you take it up with the boss? Maybe he’ll listen.”

“Ha ha,” Sehun says, and Chanyeol doesn’t need to see him to know that he’s scowling. He’s been with Sehun for far too long for him not to memorize his partner’s grumpy tendencies.

Chanyeol has scanned the entire party on the first floor but failed to locate his target, so he climbs up the grand staircase to try his luck on the second floor. The whole villa is flooded with a sea of guests donned in gowns and suits and servers flying around while carrying trays of champagne and finger food and whatnot. It baffles Chanyeol how a woman’s twenty-first birthday party is comparable to a state dinner.

“Do you have access to the mansion’s security cameras?” he asks Sehun when he has made it up the stairs.

“Of course.”

“Can you locate her?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing for the last fifteen minutes?” Sehun questions, and that’s that. His partner still seems pretty offended about the Shakespeare jab, so Chanyeol doesn’t say anything else.

Chanyeol weaves himself into the crowd to obscure his search from possible watchful eyes. If a party is this formal, he can only assume that the guestlist is filled with affluent names, which means security must be crawling everywhere.

“I see her,” Sehun says abruptly.

Chanyeol stops in his tracks and looks around. “Where?”

“At the bar opposite the staircase,” his partner replies. “She’s wearing a white halter gown with a gold belt. She has her hair down.”

“Are you sure it’s her?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m looking at her photo in the file given to us. Park Jihyo. Twenty years old… well, twenty-one now. Daughter of Park Eunhye, who’s being investigated by the NIS and us. Do you want me to go on or do you need a refresher on the assignment?” Sehun asks mockingly.

Chanyeol’s eyes immediately fly to the bar that Sehun mentioned, and they land on a certain birthday girl. Bingo. He has finally zeroed in on his target.

“I have eyes on the package,” Chanyeol reports. “I’m going in.”

Chanyeol fixes his suit as he prowls toward his prey for the night. She’s beautiful, he must admit. It’s a shame that she’s the target of this mission. But then again, Chanyeol has never been fond of women.

“She has company,” Sehun says, pertaining to the other woman seated beside Jihyo. “They’re laughing, so I’m assuming she’s a non-hostile. A friend, perhaps.”

Chanyeol already knows that, but says nothing. Of course she’s a non-hostile. The daughter of a billionaire wouldn’t chat with any of her security detail over margaritas at her own party.

“Wanna go through the plan one more time?” his partner asks.

“Locate target, catch her attention, get myself alone with her, locate her phone, install the software,” Chanyeol recites without a sweat. “Easy.”

Luckily, the other seat beside Jihyo is empty. Chanyeol claims that spot and clears his throat, making sure that his entrance is announced and hoping that his target takes the bait.

For good measure, Chanyeol asks the bartender, “A glass of brandy. Neat, please.”

“Would Beauté du Siècle suffice, sir?” the bartender asks with a smile, pronouncing the French perfectly.

“That’s exactly what I’m looking for, actually,” Chanyeol answers. From his peripheral vision, he sees that Jihyo has turned to look at him, seemingly impressed by his taste in spirits. Chanyeol’s lips slightly curl into a smirk, just enough so that his target wouldn’t know that the smug smile is directed at her.

I’ve got her now, Chanyeol says to himself.

The bartender smiles even wider. “Excellent choice, sir. I’ll be right back.” And then he’s off to fetch Chanyeol’s drink at the far end of the bar.

Chanyeol drums his fingers on the polished wooden table and pretends to look around the party while waiting for his brandy—he knows Jihyo is looking at him right now, which is why he’s turning his head around so that she can see his face in full. Chanyeol’s humble in most aspects, but he knows for a fact that his looks can be valued at a million bucks. He has his parents’ genes to thank for that.

“You have expensive taste,” Jihyo remarks. Chanyeol finally lets his eyes fall unto her and notices that she has made her friend leave.

“Target has engaged,” Chanyeol hears his partner say into his earpiece. Indeed, he wants to reply, but he’s a bit preoccupied at the moment.

Chanyeol smirks further. “Well, I want nothing but the best,” he says to his target. He hates how snobbish he sounds right now, but he doesn’t really have a choice. If he gets assigned to a mission, he has to do it, no matter what. Being selective isn’t an option in his line of work.

Jihyo cocks an eyebrow at him and smiles back, finishing the last of her margarita.

The bartender returns with Chanyeol’s drink. “Here you go, sir. A glass of Hennessy Beauté du Siècle, neat, just like you asked,” he says. Chanyeol thanks him and the bartender smiles one last time before he sets off to attend to the other people at the bar, leaving him and his target alone once again.

Chanyeol downs the shot in one swift, clean swig. The alcohol burns in his throat, but he welcomes the fire. College teaches you a thing or two about taking your liquor.

“Impressive,” Sehun compliments him through their line. “And I think I’m not the only one who found that impressive.”

True enough, Jihyo’s eyes are glued to him as he sets down the glass on the table, traveling from his lips down to his throat. Her big round eyes are gleaming with something Chanyeol has yet to figure out—lust, he hopes. He throws her another smile.

“You know how to drink,” she says.

“My family has an interest in fine spirits. Connoisseurs, you might say. I guess it runs in the blood.”

Jihyo flips her hair over her shoulder and sits a bit more straight. She’s devoured the bait now. “I’m sorry, I haven’t properly introduced myself,” she giggles, extending her hand for Chanyeol to shake. “I’m Park—”

“Jihyo,” Chanyeol finishes her sentence for her as he accepts her handshake. “Oh, I know all about you, Ms. Park. You’re the star of the night, after all. Happy birthday.”

“Please. Ms. Park’s my mother. Let’s just stick to first-name basis. Unless, of course, you’re younger than I am.”

“I’m older, actually. Just by a year, don’t worry.”

“In that case… should I roll out the honorifics?” she asks, tilting her head curiously. Suggestively. Chanyeol knows an enticed prey when he sees one.

“Your flirting skills are commendable, Agent Lux, but we’re in a bit of a time crunch here. We don’t have all night,” his partner reminds him through his earpiece, and Chanyeol thinks so too. “Wrap it up.”

Chanyeol sits up straight and clears his throat. “Choi Changmin,” he introduces his cover. “Seunghoon’s my uncle.”

A spark of recognition ignites in Jihyo’s eyes. She just keeps eating all the shit I’m feeding her, Chanyeol thinks. “Ah, the Choi whiskey distillers. I was wondering why I haven’t seen Mr. Choi all night.”

But Chanyeol knows that it’s because Choi Seunghoon never got his invitation. The agency intercepted it so that they could use it as a ticket for one of their agents, in this case, him. It was way too easy, really. The wealthy aren’t as slick as they think they are.

“The clock is ticking, Agent Lux,” Sehun reminds him again.

Chanyeol smiles at his target—it’s his most powerful weapon for the night. “Jihyo, is there some place where we can be alone?” he asks, his tone dripping with undertones.

“As a matter of fact, we do,” she says. Her eyes grow even bigger, and Chanyeol confirms that it was lust swirling in them, after all. Jihyo stands up from her seat, and the second she does, men dressed like normal guests immediately make their way toward her.

Huh. So that’s where her babysitters are, Chanyeol says to himself.

She waves them off, “It’s fine. We’re just going up to my room.”

The bodyguards look at each other. The oldest-looking one, probably the head of her security detail, Chanyeol presumes, says, “We have to check if he’s clean, Ms. Park.” When Jihyo sends him a glare, he adds, “Your mother’s orders. I’m sorry, but we have to insist.”

“Fine,” she concedes, rolling her eyes. “But do it at my door. I don’t want the other guests seeing my guards groping another guest to search for hidden weapons.”

The guard who spoke up nods and then leads the way to Jihyo’s room. Chanyeol is flanked by the other guards, maybe five or six of them, maybe more from behind where he can’t see. He can easily take them on, but he knows that won’t be necessary. There won’t be a fight tonight—not a physical one, at least.

Through his earpiece, Chanyeol can hear his partner clapping and rejoicing. “Good work,” Sehun commends him. “Don’t worry about the earpiece being seen. It’s way too small to be noticed. They’re probably going to search your torso and limbs, anyway.”

Again, Chanyeol’s already aware of that. His partner’s been treating him like a novice all night, he’s noticed. Sehun’s going to get an earful from him when they get back to HQ.

When the check’s over and done with and Chanyeol is finally truly alone with his target, he assesses the room the second he steps inside. The room is as big as a hotel suite, maybe even bigger, but that’s something that Chanyeol already expected.

Just as his eyes begin to take every inch of the bedroom to search for what he’s after, a ringtone cuts through the silence.

Jihyo walks over to the table at the far side of the bed littered with various picture frames, other trinkets, and, more importantly, her phone. Chanyeol doesn’t know who’s on the other line right now, but that’s a trivial matter. What concerns him is how he’s going to snatch the device away from his target.

When the call ends and she finally puts the phone down, Chanyeol immediately makes his way toward her. He then slowly snakes his arms around her waist.

Jihyo gives in. Chanyeol notices this and gradually spins both of them around so that now his back is facing the table. He lifts his right hand off Jihyo’s waist, quickly reaches out behind him to grab the device, and slides it into his back pocket all the while his left hand draws lazy circles on her hip.

Jihyo keens into Chanyeol’s touch and just as she tilts her neck to the side to invite him in, Chanyeol retreats.

“I have to use the bathroom for a second,” he smiles sweetly, mostly for his small accomplishment in redirecting Jihyo’s attention to grab what he came for. But of course, his oblivious target doesn’t know that.

“Okay. It’s just behind the divider,” Jihyo says. She walks toward the bed and sits slowly, crossing her legs. “I’ll be here waiting.”

Chanyeol takes his time, walking as he normally does so that Jihyo doesn’t notice anything amiss. He locks the bathroom door shut once he’s inside. He takes a deep breath and then begins tinkering on his target’s phone.

He opens the browser, switches it to private mode, and then enters an unlisted website whose address is more of a code than a link. Once he’s in, he downloads the software designed to rummage through everything on the phone: text messages, phone calls, e-mails, the works, even those that are encrypted. In this case, specifically any kind of communication between Jihyo and her mother, who’s hot on NIS’ list—hot enough for the operation to be handed over to Chanyeol’s agency. The software is military grade and cannot be detected or removed by anyone other than the person at the other end of Chanyeol’s earpiece.

Sehun may be a handful, but he’s valuable. That, Chanyeol acknowledges.

“Nice work there, Agent Lux. Where’d you learn that from? David Blaine?”

“How did you see that?” Chanyeol asks. The download is at twenty-eight percent. “There aren’t any security cameras in the room. I checked the ceilings first.”

Sehun laughs, the annoying kind that he does when he feels like he has outsmarted Chanyeol. “It’s not on the ceiling. Ah, don’t worry ‘bout it. Let’s just say I managed to sneak in something in that room and that I have eyes on Jihyo right now. And that I’m the best agent ever.”

Chanyeol ignores that last part. The download is at fifty-two percent. Sixty-four. Seventy-one.

“Um, Lux…” Sehun begins to say.

“What?”

“The talking strawberry’s calling.”

“Talking strawberry?” Chanyeol asks, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Who—”

Oh.

That talking strawberry.

Chanyeol sighs and internally scolds himself for not understanding what his partner meant. Ever since Baekhyun dyed his hair pink, Sehun’s been comparing him to the only pink fruit he can think of. And strawberries aren’t even really pink.

Chanyeol pinches the bridge of his nose. He feels like he’s going to have a migraine in the middle of an operation.

He looks at the phone. The download is at eighty-seven percent.

“Don’t answer it,” he orders his partner. “We’re working.”

“You sure about that? ‘Cause the last time we ignored his call, he almost followed you to HQ and I don’t think…”

Fuck. Sehun has a point.

“Okay,” Chanyeol cuts him off. The download is at ninety-five percent. “Put him through the line.”

Suddenly, it’s not Sehun at the other end of the line, but his roommate, who always has impeccable timing.

“Are you forgetting something?” is the first thing that Baekhyun says. No hello, no greetings, no anything. Typical Byun Baekhyun.

“Uh…” Chanyeol replies intelligently.

Baekhyun’s sigh can be heard through the line, and Chanyeol knows that it’s not a good sign if his roommate is sighing that loudly. “It’s Friday,” Baekhyun says.

Fucking Friday. “Ah, movie night,” Chanyeol finally remembers. “Sorry, I… I, uh, got caught in some work. I’ll finish up real quick and head home.”

“Where are you?”

“Um, Itaewon-dong,” he replies. That’s the truth.

“What are you doing there?” Baekhyun demands. Damn, this talking strawberry has a lot of questions.

Chanyeol lets out a soundless curse before replying. “Just some work for the internship,” he says. “You know, for the MOFA.” That’s partly true. “You know, I’ll finish up work faster if we hang up right now.”

The download is complete. Chanyeol knows he’s been in the bathroom for too long and that any moment now, Jihyo’s going to think that something’s wrong and knock on him. Or worse, she might call her guards in.

“You’re right,” Baekhyun finally retreats. “Okay, I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, bye, see you later,” Chanyeol says as cheerfully as he can. The line beeps once and his partner is back on board.

Sehun clears his throat. “So… movie night, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m not in the mood.”

“Are you really sure the two of you are just friends because—”

“If you don’t shut up right now I’m going to personally rearrange your limbs after this mission is over,” Chanyeol says. Silence resonates on the other line as Sehun finally drops the topic. Chanyeol slides Jihyo’s phone under his sleeve, ready to place it back on the table like nothing happened. “Give me a visual on the target.”

“Right, right,” his partner scrambles. “Uh, she’s… Oh. Holy shit. She’s, um, ready.”

“Radio silence in fifteen seconds,” Chanyeol orders.

“Roger that.”

“Turn off the camera in the room.”

“Miles ahead of you, Agent Lux,” Sehun replies. “I hope we get off work early tonight.”

Chanyeol takes off his earpiece and his bowtie, and then leaves the bathroom.

 —

 Chanyeol returns home just before midnight. He runs into Mrs. Kwon on the ground floor, who reminds him kindly about the rent. Chanyeol promises to take care of it tomorrow and Mrs. Kwon says okay with a good-natured smile as she always does.

Baekhyun was supposed to pay rent today after he got home from class, but Baekhyun forgets a lot of things that he’s supposed to do.

Chanyeol sighs as he inserts the key to their apartment. “Byun Baekhyun,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head.

He opens the door with much difficulty because of the rust eating the hinges, and he makes a mental note to call maintenance to have it fixed as it seems like his roommate has no plans of doing so even after Chanyeol has reminded him of it dozens of times.

The TV is on when Chanyeol enters, blaring Dead Poets Society in its “O Captain! My Captain!” scene. Baekhyun is sleeping on the couch with a blanket draped over him, his hands tucked under his cheek like a kid. He has his annoying moments, but he sure looks cute when he’s asleep, Chanyeol must admit.

Chanyeol walks silently into the kitchen so as not to wake his roommate up. He sees that the dish rack is empty and the rice dispenser is untouched, which means Baekhyun hasn’t eaten. Was he waiting for Chanyeol to get home so they could eat together?

Something pokes at Chanyeol’s heart. Guilt, most likely.

And so Chanyeol orders chicken delivery and begins measuring rice to make up for the dinner and movie night he missed. As he’s washing the grains, his roommate stirs from his sleep.

Baekhyun yawns rather loudly as he stretches, blinking away the remnants of sleep in his eyes. He zones out for a few more minutes, as he always does when he has just woken up, before walking into the kitchen to see what Chanyeol is doing.

“When did you get home?” Baekhyun asks in his rough, just-woke-up voice. His eyes still look clouded with sleep, heavy and jaded, and his pink hair is flying in all directions. It’s Chanyeol’s favorite look on him.

“Just a few minutes ago. I was gonna wake you up when the delivery arrives.”

Baekhyun drags his feet out of the kitchen and slumps into their small dining table. He yawns again and closes his eyes. Half-asleep, he asks, “What did you order?”

When the water finally clears, Chanyeol puts the bowl into the cooker and turns it on. “Honey chicken,” he replies, drying his hands on the towel hanging from the fridge door handle.

“I don’t like that. Why’d you order that?”

“It’s your favorite,” Chanyeol deadpans. He takes a seat across Baekhyun while waiting for the rice to cook and the delivery to arrive.

“Yeah, but I’m trying to lose weight and I can’t control myself around those things,” his roommate argues sleepily, pouting as he speaks. Chanyeol can see why Sehun calls him a talking strawberry. “Why did you order delivery, anyway? It’s twelve o’clock.”

“You didn’t eat dinner. Sorry for missing the movie, by the way. How was it?”

Baekhyun sprawls his right arm on the dining table and rests his head on it. “Dunno,” he mumbles. “I don’t remembering anything after the first ten minutes.”

Chanyeol couldn’t help but smile. Baekhyun looks cute when he’s asleep, but he’s even cuter he’s just woken up, trying to fight off the drowsiness that’s trying to pull him under once again.

Baekhyun has been Chanyeol’s roommate since freshman year, and Chanyeol isn’t sure when he started paying attention to even the smallest details about his roommate, like how childlike he gets when he’s roused from sleep.

It just happened, even though it shouldn’t have because Chanyeol has no time to look at someone like that. His line of work demands too much from him—time, energy, secrecy, among other things—so he knows for a fact that a relationship couldn’t possibly fit in there somewhere.

Still, the heart wants what it wants. Now that they’re just one semester away from graduating, Chanyeol is seriously considering doing something stupid, like confessing his feelings. But he has long accepted that he can never have normal relationships, at least while he’s still an agent. The dangers are very real in his job, and he doesn’t want to put Baekhyun through all of that.

“Do you still want to watch the movie?” Chanyeol asks.

“Sure, but… aren’t you tired? You just got back from your internship.”

As a matter of fact, Chanyeol is tired. He’s always tired when he comes back from an assignment—or his ‘internship’, as his roommate calls it. But Baekhyun hasn’t eaten dinner and Chanyeol feels bad for missing movie night and watching a movie at home with one of his favorite people in the world doesn’t sound like a bad thing to do after a tiring night.

“I’m okay,” Chanyeol smiles. “Watching a Robin Williams film is always a good idea.”

After the chicken arrived and the rice is cooked, Chanyeol and Baekhyun eat on the couch with their feet propped up on their small coffee table while Dead Poets Society plays again on the TV, and somewhere in the middle of the film, when their bowls are empty and their stomachs full, Baekhyun begins to play footsie with Chanyeol under their shared blanket.

 —

 The moment his professor asks the class to pass their papers, Chanyeol’s chest feels significantly lighter. Finals are at long last over and done with; finally one more thing off of Chanyeol’s mind.

Chanyeol wants to savor every moment of his shoulders not having to carry any weight—all four hours of it—because by eight this evening, he’ll be burdened with something again, another mission in just a span of a few weeks.

Baekhyun’s last exam doesn’t end until five o’clock. This gives Chanyeol enough time to walk from his department to their favorite spot on campus without rushing himself.

Neutinamu has numerous locations on Seouldae, but Chanyeol’s favorite is the one near the College of Music. For starters, their drinks are decent, but it’s also because it’s where Baekhyun and Chanyeol often hung out after class since freshman year. The café holds many memories, and in six months’ time, there may be no more opportunities to make new ones.

Graduation. That’s another thing that Chanyeol wants to get off of his mind.

On the one hand, graduating means that he’ll have the chance to work without worrying about anything else. Chanyeol isn’t particularly fond of school—who is?—not with the hectic deadlines and critical analysis papers and case studies that come with being a political science major. It’s all just a big distraction to him. On the other hand, graduating also means that he’ll have to move out of Haengun-dong as their lease expires by the end of February. They’ll have to move out of their apartment and Chanyeol doesn’t know what Baekhyun’s plans are after college and he hasn’t asked, mostly because he’s afraid that he’s not going to be a part of it.

Chanyeol’s not worried about finding a new place. Seoul never has a shortage of those, and even in the unlikely event that it does, he can always move to Gyeonggi-do where he can be near his sister.

He’s more worried about Baekhyun. More specifically, not being with Baekhyun. When you’ve lived with someone for four years, it’s inevitable that they will grow on you, and it’s certainly not impossible with a person like Byun Baekhyun.

Sure, he can be an occasional pain in the ass, but Chanyeol couldn’t have wished for a better roommate. Chanyeol takes care of most things at home, and Baekhyun manages to return that care in his own special way—like how Baekhyun immediately knows Chanyeol isn’t in the best of moods just by hearing the way he breathes and immediately makes an effort to make him laugh, or how he remembers that Chanyeol doesn’t like bell peppers in his fried rice when it’s Baekhyun’s turn to cook dinner despite being forgetful of other stuff.

“Chanyeol,” an all too familiar voice says.

Baekhyun’s rectangular smile is the first thing that Chanyeol sees when he looks up and Chanyeol’s heart does this thing that it always does when Baekhyun is in close proximity.

“Hi. How was your exam?” he asks as Baekhyun settles on the seat across from him.

Baekhyun’s features contort into a scowl at Chanyeol's mention of something he’d rather forget. “I hope that old sot dies soon.”

Chanyeol couldn’t help but laugh; he knows that Baekhyun’s pertaining to his Literary Translation professor, Mr. Yoo, and he also knows that Baekhyun doesn’t mean it. He’s used to his roommate’s interesting choice of words when he’s in a bad mood.

Baekhyun casually reaches for Chanyeol’s iced peach tea and takes a generous sip as if he was the one who had bought it. Chanyeol doesn’t mind—he and Baekhyun are way past the stage of asking permission before sharing things.

“Why’d you wait for me here?” Baekhyun asks, nearly finishing the drink that was supposed to be Chanyeol’s.

It takes a while for Chanyeol to say something because he really doesn’t have an answer to that. They weren’t supposed to meet today, but his fingers were texting Baekhyun before he could even stop them.

“I don’t know,” Chanyeol decides to settle on the truth. “I just wanted to see you somewhere that’s not at home, I guess.”

Ever since the semester began to near its end, work just began piling up—both school and espionage related—and the only chance that Chanyeol gets to see Baekhyun is back at their godforsaken apartment.

Baekhyun’s face lights up at what Chanyeol just said, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “In other words, you missed me.”

Well, yeah, that’s another way to put it, Chanyeol wants to say, but of course, he can’t. So instead, he simply rolls his eyes at his roommate, keeping his true feelings to himself—like what he’s been doing for the past four years.

Baekhyun suddenly stands up and extends his arm to Chanyeol, urging him to get up as well.

“Where are we going?” Chanyeol asks as he rises from his seat skeptically.

“Well, you said you missed me, so let’s eat someplace nice.”

“I never said I missed you.”

Baekhyun shakes his head, dismissively waving his hand in front of him. “Same difference,” he insists, and Chanyeol knows he’ll never win when his roommate has made up his mind.

“Fine,” Chanyeol finally agrees. “But I have to clock in at MOFA by eight.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Now it’s Baekhyun’s turn to roll his eyes. “I’m starting to get suspicious of that internship. Well, I’m suspicious of the government in general, anyway.”

Chanyeol just offers a small smile. Oh, you have no idea, he replies in his mind.

 —

 Chanyeol has roughly thirty minutes to spare before his scheduled briefing with his case officer, so he heads to the agent lounge to spend his last moments of peace and quiet with a steaming cup of coffee.

Unfortunately, Luhan has other plans.

“So when did movie night become a thing?” Luhan asks as soon as he sits beside Chanyeol on the couch. So much for peace and quiet.

“It’s been a thing of mankind for quite some time now,” Chanyeol deadpans, taking another sip of his Americano without paying so much as a glance at the annoying newcomer. “For someone who works in intelligence, you don’t seem to exhibit intelligence.”

Luhan ignores the jab and simply laughs. “I meant with Baekhyun,” he says as he leans closer to Chanyeol, adamant to get an answer. Luhan seems to be in a good mood, and when that happens, things don’t usually end nicely for Chanyeol.

While Chanyeol was debating whether or not he should indulge Luhan’s borderline invasive questioning, Sehun enters the lounge, stopping Chanyeol from arriving at a conclusion to his dilemma and—thankfully—distracting Luhan.

Sehun plops down beside Luhan with a sigh. He’s always this lethargic before briefings, which Chanyeol understands. Being an agent isn’t as glamorous as James Bond and Ethan Hunt make it to be. There are no deus ex machina moments in a real operation; the margin of error is paper-thin and even the smallest of fuck-ups can be catastrophic.

“Ah, don’t be sad,” Luhan says in an attempt—a pathetic one at that, in Chanyeol’s opinion—to comfort Sehun. “Look on the bright side: this is our first mission together since our initiation assignment.”

Chanyeol nearly spits out his coffee.

“Well, you do have a po—”

“Wait,” Chanyeol interrupts Sehun. “You’re on the assignment too?”

Luhan’s lips form into a smile. So that’s why he’s in too good of a mood. “Jongdae called me just yesterday, something about a briefing tonight. So I called Sehun to tell him because I was so excited, but it turns out, it’s the same assignment,” he explains, his smile growing wider and wider. “Just like the old days.”

Great, Chanyeol says to himself. Now I have two divas to deal with.

Sehun’s already hard to deal with, and adding Luhan into the equation spells out nothing but a headache for Chanyeol. Maybe that’s why the two of them go so well together.

Defeated, Chanyeol just sighs and finishes his Americano. “Why don’t good things happen to me?” he mumbles under his breath.

Just then, Jongdae bursts into the room, frantic and out of breath, as if he had climbed a dozen flights of stairs. When his eyes fall on the trio, he immediately walks toward them.

Chanyeol has never seen Jongdae like this: hair disheveled, tie loosened, eyes panicked. Whatever’s wrong, Chanyeol’s sure that it’s going to be his problem too.

“The briefing’s at eight o’clock, right?” Sehun asks, glancing at his wrist watch to check if he had lost track of the time.

Jongdae takes a moment to catch his breath before replying. “Director Kim is here.”

Something is definitely wrong.

“Isn’t he supposed to be in Moscow to meet the director of the FSB?” Luhan asks. His smile has disappeared, his brows knitted.

It’s because the director isn’t usually present in case briefings. As a matter of fact, he’s rarely in the office—he’s always flying off to some country to meet other important people in the intelligence industry. When he’s in the country, it’s almost always because something’s awfully wrong, and Jongdae’s expression confirms just that.

“Minister Choi is also here. They’re waiting for you downstairs,” Jongdae adds. That finally gets the trio on their feet. “The mission is more complicated than we thought.”

 —

 Chanyeol has never liked the fourth floor of the MOFA Building in Jongno-gu.

For starters, it’s not four stories above ground. Hidden underneath the edifice that the public sees is the headquarters of the Elite Radical Intelligence Service, or ERIS, a buried intelligence agency of the South Korean government in all sense of the word. Chanyeol basically grew up in this place, and if that’s testament to anything, it’s that he’s been in the industry far too long for someone as young as he is.

The fourth level of the basement, or B4, as they fondly call it, is the most important level of their headquarters. It’s the floor where most of the agency’s important offices are in: the briefing rooms, the director’s office, and Ignis’ office.

Every time Chanyeol goes down to B4 for a briefing, he always passes by the elusive spymaster’s office. Ignis. Even his name is bewildering, like some mystery that no one has even come close to solving. Chanyeol has never seen their spymaster in all his years, and he definitely has a lot of those. Rumors say that no one has really seen Ignis too, with the exception of Director Kim.

But Ignis is the least of Chanyeol’s problems as of the moment.

Minster Choi is the first person Chanyeol sees when he enters the briefing room. The minister’s hands are clasped together on the table, his back straight and stiff against the chair. Gone is the usual smile on his face. Worry lines are prominent on his forehead.

As they file into the room, they are offered a small smile from Director Kim. He looks tired, like he just got off a nine-hour flight, which he probably did.

“Let’s begin,” the minister says when the three agents are seated.

Jongdae hands out case files to Chanyeol and his partners. With a few taps on his tablet, the room’s lights go dim and the screen behind Jongdae lights up, the logo of the agency rotating on the center.

Jongdae clears his throat before he speaks. “As you all know, The Blue House will be hosting a banquet tomorrow at 20:00 to welcome the arrival of Ambassador Zhang from Beijing.” A photo of the ambassador appears on screen. “We’ve received intelligence that there is a plan to assassinate him during the banquet.”

Silence fills the room at Jongdae’s words.

Director Kim stands up from his seat. “At first, we were just asked by the NIS to send our best men to be the ambassador’s special security detail. But after the intelligence report we received this morning, I’m afraid that this assignment is much more than that.”

Chanyeol swallows thickly as he tries his best to hide the trembling of his hands. This is the biggest mission that has been assigned to him so far.

“Does the MSS know?” Luhan asks.

Jongdae and Director Kim exchange a quick glance.

“They haven’t reached out to us,” Jongdae finally answers. “Although I’m pretty sure they were the first to receive the report before anyone else.”

Sehun closes his file case and raises his eyebrows at his case officer. “Then why don’t we reach out to them? Their ambassador’s life is in danger. We can’t just sit here and plan the assignment without their knowledge of the assassination plot.”

“It’s not that simple,” Director Kim begins to say, until his words are cut off when Minister Choi wordlessly stands up and walks toward the front of the room.

Sehun straightens up, and Chanyeol sees him fumbling with his nails underneath the table, a habit he does when he’s embarrassed. Chanyeol knows he means well and that he didn’t mean to question their superiors, but still, Chanyeol thinks Sehun should know better than to say something, especially with the minister in the room.

Minister Choi buttons his suit and runs his palms down through the hem, tidying up nonexistent wrinkles in the fabric. “To refresh everyone’s minds, our relations with Beijing are a bit questionable as of the moment,” he starts, making sure to look at Sehun. Sehun sinks further down his seat, which is a feat for someone with his height. “We can’t just simply share intelligence with them, especially one as sensitive as this. I think everyone in this room would agree that the MSS is one of the world’s most powerful intelligence agencies. Besides, if they want us to know, they would’ve already told us the moment they received the report. There’s no reason for them not to tell us, because, as Agent Oh has pointed out, their ambassador’s life is at stake. That being said, there are many things that can go wrong if we don’t thoroughly think of our actions.”

“They’re watching us,” Director Kim puts it simply. “They’re watching us very closely. If anything goes wrong, they will pin the blame on us, which can catapult Chinese and South Korean relations back as it were in the fifties.”

Minister Choi takes a seat once again, nodding at Jongdae to continue the briefing.

“They can also accuse the Americans of the assassination if it ever succeeds—which we will make sure it doesn’t—since they’re already suspicious of Washington anyway because of the THAAD deployment. The assassination will simply justify them burning Washington to the ground if they choose to do so,” Jongdae explains.

Jongdae taps on his tablet again. The screen switches to various photos of people, some of which Chanyeol recognizes from the summer he worked at Langley, with their names and covers indicted underneath.

“American spies,” Luhan points out. “What do they have to do with all of this?”

“We can’t trust anyone but ourselves in this mission,” Jongdae answers. “We don’t know who’s planning the assassination, but we have ample reason to suspect the Americans as well. If the plan succeeds and the Chinese retaliate—and they will—Washington can use that to legitimize their military presence here, and of course, our… friends at the North will react negatively to that.”

Luhan props his arm on the table and rests his chin on his palm. “So these American agents… we have to keep an eye out for them? In case they’re the assassins?”

“Precisely,” Jongdae confirms.

Chanyeol clears his throat. It’s his first word of the meeting. “If we do anything wrong, it will be like the Korean War all over again.” The room goes incredibly still, as if everyone has stopped breathing. “The Americans will back us, the Chinese have the North’s support. That’s it, right?”

Director Kim looks at Minister Choi and the minister grimly nods.

That’s the only answer Chanyeol needs. “Fantastic,” he says sardonically. “What are our designations?”

 —

 “Looking good, Lux,” Sehun says through the earpiece.

Chanyeol looks at the nearest security camera and gives it the middle finger.  “Shut up. I can’t believe I’m on sniper duty tonight.”

“Well, someone has to be.”

The wind whips at Chanyeol’s face. He crosses his arms in front of him in a useless attempt to shield himself from the cold and he couldn’t help but envy his partners who are probably warm indoors.

But it’s not the cold that’s really bothering Chanyeol. Even if he was inside, he’d still be probably shaking from anxiety because of the gravity of this mission. The three of them—him, Luhan, and Sehun—could be the difference between instigating another war.

Chanyeol takes a deep breath. He has already proven himself to the ERIS countless times, and yet he feels like he has to do it again, that this mission is the one that counts the most among all his other assignments.

“The roof is clear,” Chanyeol says to his partners. “For now, at least. How’s the party, M?”

“Clear. I have eyes on Zulu,” Luhan replies.

“And I have eyes on… well, everyone,” Sehun says. Chanyeol throws another crude gesture at the security camera near him. “I saw that!”

Chanyeol laughs. “I know.”

“Can the two of you please be serious?” Luhan scolds them through the line. “This is not the time to be dicking around.”

“Loosen up, ba—” Sehun stops abruptly. Chanyeol pretends that he didn’t hear Sehun almost call Luhan ‘babe’ over the radio during an assignment. “Loosen up, M. We’re not dicking around, we’re just trying to have a little bit of fun. We’re already nervous as it is.”

Chanyeol hears someone heave a deep breath through the line—Luhan, most likely. Chanyeol can’t really blame him for being too uptight. In a way, he’s right that this isn’t the time to be joking and throwing indiscreet middle fingers at security cameras. Should anything fall out of plan, their careers as agents are on the line, or worse, their lives. God knows that it’s certain there’s going to be at least one body count if the mission fails, and it’s going to be the ambassador.

Chanyeol looks up at the full moon hanging low in the night sky. He’s given up on believing in any higher being up there in the heavens a long time ago, but he feels like the occasion calls for a simple prayer.

Please, he begs at the cold air around him. He doesn’t even know what to say after that, and he hopes that whoever was up there would understand what he’s asking for even with just a single word from him.

“What’s the status now inside?” Chanyeol asks his partners.

“Dinner’s starting,” Luhan replies almost instantly. “He’s seated according to the plan sent to us by HQ.”

The sound of keys clacking follows Luhan’s response, and Chanyeol knows that Sehun’s going to town back at the station. “The interior looks clean,” Sehun announces after some time.

That’s when Chanyeol saw it—a shadow lurking in the dark, blending almost seamlessly into the night. Almost. Then Chanyeol saw the unmistakable silhouette of a sniper, easily twenty-four inches long. Chanyeol whips out his own pistol and shoots at the figure, and by the time he hears his bullet pierce through someone’s flesh, he feels something hot and wet dribbling down his left arm. A bullet had grazed his skin.

Chanyeol barely has time to relay information to his partners and he’s sure that Sehun saw it all anyway, so he leaves his post on the roof and jumps down to the ground to track down the shooter. He hasn’t gone far; Chanyeol made sure that he hit something.

Chanyeol’s lungs are burning despite the cold wind thrashing against his body as he speeds through the woods behind The Blue House. He manages to make out the words his partners are frantically transmitting over the radio: Zulu is safe, Lux is in pursuit, he’s hounding naked, we need to deploy backup immediately.

But Chanyeol couldn’t care less if he’s running further and further away without cover. All that’s in his mind right now is that he’s managed to wound the shooter and that he’s slowed him down.

The forest grows thicker and thicker at Chanyeol’s every step. His vision can only register flashes of moonlight as he zips through the trees, stray branches indiscriminately hitting him, but he hardly feels their thwacks against his skin.

Chanyeol finally slows down when his eyes can no longer make out anything but pitch-black darkness in the middle of the forest. Even though he just ran hundreds and hundreds of yards, he controls the sound of his breathing to nonexistence in order to hear the leaves and twigs crunching under the shooter’s feet.

He runs immediately to his right when he hears an indisputable snap coming from that direction, only to be met with a discarded black bulletproof vest lying on the dirt. A pin on the vest catches what little moonlight it could reflect and gets Chanyeol’s attention. The small metal badge stands out on the black garment with its red-hot color, the emblem shaped like a triangle.

Chanyeol slips the pin in one of his pockets.

“I lost the shooter,” Chanyeol says to his earpiece. “He left a trail for me in the woods north of the complex.”

He kneels on the ground as he waits for help to arrive.

 —

 Chanyeol goes through the same thing after every assignment—receive medical attention if he has acquired wounds, check; get debriefed with his partners by their handler, check; and head to whatever place they call home as if nothing happened, check. The written report was always something for the following day.

When he arrives at their apartment, Baekhyun is boiling ramen in the kitchen. Of course, he immediately notices Chanyeol’s heavily-bandaged left arm and goes through his usual rapid-fire questioning that makes Chanyeol want to drape a pillow over his head.

“It’s just a minor wound,” Chanyeol insists at Baekhyun’s fifth question of what’s underneath the gauze. “I just hit myself… somewhere.”

Baekhyun glares at him as he angrily slurps his noodles. “You say that every time you get yourself wrapped up. You know, I’m starting to get suspicious.”

On any other day, Baekhyun’s statement might have scared Chanyeol. But Chanyeol couldn’t seem to get his mind off the shooter and the breadcrumb he left behind for Chanyeol to find.

Chanyeol takes the pin out of his pocket and twirls it between his fingers, wondering why the shooter bothered to take off his vest and leave the badge on it. Chanyeol’s not stupid; he knows for a fact that the shooter wanted him to find the vest, but the question that’s been giving Chanyeol a migraine is the question why.

“What’s that?” Baekhyun asks as he passes by Chanyeol on the couch. “A souvenir from the MOFA?”

Chanyeol wishes he could say yes. “Just something a friend left behind for me,” he lies. “I’m not sure why it’s in the shape of a triangle, though.”

Baekhyun throws himself on the couch, nearly hitting Chanyeol’s bullet wound as he bounces off the springs. “Maybe your friend… just really likes triangles?”

The ringing of Chanyeol’s phone beats whatever reaction he was about to give his roommate.

Chanyeol’s heartbeat is drumming in his ears as he slowly reaches out for his phone on the coffee table. No one really calls him after an assignment; it’s an unspoken agreement within them at the agency—let agents have their time to themselves after a mission.

And just as he predicted, it’s an unlisted number.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Baekhyun asks him, and Chanyeol realizes that he’s been letting his phone ring for far too long.

He finally presses answer.

At first, nothing can be heard at the other end of the line but heavy breathing from the caller. The stirring in Chanyeol’s gut grows wilder in every drag of air he hears through the receiver, and just as he was about to end the call and dismiss the caller as a prankster, they finally speak.

“Nice work at The Blue House tonight, Agent Lux,” the unidentified voice says. Chanyeol’s entire body freezes in fear. No one outside of the agency knows his codename.

“Who is this?” Chanyeol asks, straining to keep his voice straight.

“That doesn’t matter,” the man replies, and for some reason, Chanyeol’s a hundred percent sure that the person he’s talking to right now is the same person he was trying to hunt down the woods earlier this evening. “My identity is not important. The only thing that matters right now is that I know who you are, I know who you work for, and I know how to hurt you.”

Chanyeol feels like his blood has turned to ice.

“Take a good look at your roommate, Agent Lux. His face will be the last you see before the two of you die.”

The line goes dead, Chanyeol finally hears the ticking, he grabs Baekhyun by the arm, and they both jump out of the window before everything behind them explodes.

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Nothing like Home: Chapter 10 (Steve x reader)

Chapter 10 (Nothing Like Home)

Steve x Reader x (Angsty Steve Rogers!)

Summary: Takes place a year after The Winter Soldier, before the emergence of Ultron. Steve is struggling with the notion of not being able to find Bucky. Reader tries to get Steve out of his depression and help him find Bucky. It doesn’t go well. Events of Ultron will feature.

 A/N: Everything starts to go to shit for the reader for the next few chapters.

 Word Count: 3489

 Warnings: None

 You storm into your room, slamming the door behind you. ‘Who the hell does he think he is’ you think angrily, ‘How dare he just throw out that kind of confession and then leave!’. You were torn by his confession, this was agonizing. You wanted to be with Steve, you knew how he felt but somehow there was this rage and malice inside you that pushed those feelings to the back. All you felt was anger towards him lately, you couldn’t explain it, whatever Wanda had done to you had become a long-lasting effect no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t fight it. You could feel the vision coming true.

 You had moments where Steve made you happy, but they were fleeting. You felt yourself keeping the secrets from him and lying to him and avoiding him more and more often. You knew that by him saying he loved you he was unleashing something neither of you would be able to control.

 “F.R.I.D.A.Y?” You say,

 “Yes Miss Y/L/N?” she echoes through your room,

 “Sound proof my room please, and lock the door” You command,

 “I would advise against whatever it is you are planning Miss Y/L/N,” F.R.I.D.A.Y said in her Irish accent,

 “Just soundproof the fucking room,” You snarl,

 The A.I remains silent, as you see the screen on the wall light up and the room become sound proofed.

 You were shaking with rage, turning around you grabbed the first item off your dresser and hurled it at the wall, the glass bottle breaking instantly upon impact. Glass flew everywhere which just enraged you more and before you knew it you were tossing items around your room in a rage, just screaming.

 A few minutes later, after you had basically trashed your room, F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice sounded over the intercom.

 “Miss Y/L/N, would you like me to call Tony to assess your wounds?” she asked,

You snapped out of your daze when you heard the A.I speak, “What?”,

“You are bleeding, and require stitches” F.R.I.D.A.Y said,

“No, don’t call anyone.” You respond to her, then suddenly in that moment it was as if a switch had flipped in your brain. You quickly stand up ignoring the glass cutting your feet and the blood dripping from the cuts on your hands, you yank open your bedroom door and stalk out.

Making your way across the compound, you head to the conference room where Tony and Steve were meeting. You flung open the door to the conference room startling its occupants, Tony, Steve and Natasha sat around the conference table looking at some plans before them.

“What the fuck happened to you?!” Natasha exclaimed standing up immediately when she saw your bruised and bleeding.

“You!” you snarl at Steve, who also go to this foot, “How dare you!” you screamed at him “You selfish bastard!” and then without warning you lunged across the massive glass table at Steve.

The glass beneath you, as thick as it was shattered into a million pieces. You heard Tony and Natasha yell your name, but your rage was blind. Once again you landed on glass feeling new cuts spring open, “Y/N! Calm down!”  Steve shouted gripping your shoulders as you tried to attack him again, swinging your fist ferociously at his face.

His grip got tighter when you fought against him. Tony scrambled out of the room for a moment and then quickly returned holding an injection. “Hold her down,” He ordered Steve and Natasha, who obliged.

You kicked and screamed against them, “I will kill you!” you screeched at Steve again and again,

At the back of your mind, you were registering what you were doing but this was entirely out of your control now, you had already set down this path and it was fast approaching a catastrophe. Something kept telling you to stop but you couldn’t. The rage and hatred were so intense it consumed you.

Tony stabbed your leg with the injection, and you immediately felt the warm fuzzy feeling of whatever was in the injection. You went slack against Steve’s body and he held you close to him, not saying anything as your eyes flutter closed slowly and you black out.

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The heart rate monitors next to you awoke you, its constant beeping was an irate irritation. You open your eyes slowly your head foggy from the sedatives in your system, there were wires and sensors attached to your temple, chest and pule points, and an IV which you assumed had the same stuff from before or some sort of sedative. You immediately begin ripping off all the wires and tubes, you didn’t want any more drugs or to be in this room.

“Miss Y/L/N, you should not be doing that” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s panicked voice came from the intercom, “Please stay in bed while I call Mr Stark,”

You ignore her and quickly grabbed the pair of jeans and sweatshirt off the chair that were left for you and get dressed. pulling on your boots you make your way across the lab and you are about to exit it when the door suddenly slams shut in front of you,

“I am sorry Miss Y/L/N, but I cannot let you out” says the A.I

“You know F.R.I.D.A.Y, it seems Tony has a habit of getting his A.I’s to lock me in rooms.” You said, anger rising, “Do us all a favor and just let me out, you already know how this is going to end.”

Silence from F.R.I.D.A.Y.

You walk up to the glass and raise your fist, then slam it as hard as you can into the glass. It does nothing. Then again and again and again, small cracks beginning to form. You see Tony come running up to the lab door,

“Y/N, Stop!” Tony exclaimed, a perturbed look on his face.

You ignore him and continue to slam your fist into the door, your hand a bloodied mess. Finally, the glass gives way and shatters into a million little pieces. Tony shields his face from the glass and then looks back at you in shock, wasting no time you sprint out of the lab passed Tony and down the stairs towards your room.

You hear F.R.I.D.A.Y ask Tony if she should call in back up, but he tells her no. you run faster, you fling the room door open. It had been cleaned, everything put back into its place, you rushed over to the closet and hurriedly grabbed a bag and as many items of clothing you could, and a gun then dashed out of the room. not wanting Tony to catch up with you, you knew It was pointless to try and hide because F.R.I.D.A.Y. would alert him to your location anyway.

You didn’t know where Steve and the rest of the team were, and you didn’t want to know, you ran to the elevator and got in and hit the B button, you needed to escape, you felt suffocated in this place. When the lift hit the landing you were running again, you grabbed the keys from the cabinet and ran to the car tony had bought you. Getting in you barely even waited for the garage door to open before you sped out, leaving the Avengers facility far behind you.

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 Six Months Later. (The beginning of the Civil War)

 The hot morning sun woke you as it streamed through the hotel window, you had come in last night and forgotten to close the curtains. You groaned and turned over, your head pounding.

Getting out of bed you pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and made your way to the kitchen, the only thing your hangover needed was coffee. The morning in Vienna had begun, you had been in Austria since you heard about the signing of the accords. It had been headlining news and you knew that the right thing to do was to maybe show up after your six-month hiatus and sign with those of the team who were going to sign. As much as you didn’t believe this was the right thing to do, you knew it was better than the alternative. Whilst you wait for the coffee to filter you grabbed the remote off the counter and turn on the tv, flipping through the channels until you reach a news channel and you immediately froze.

The news reported:

‘A bomb hidden in a news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna, more than seventy people have been injured and at least twelve are dead including Wakanda’s king T’Chaka. Officials have released a video of the suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, The Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent, linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations.’

Your heart dropped when you saw the photo of Bucky on the screen, you immediately flipped the TV off and ran to the bedroom, forgetting your hangover entirely. you hurriedly shower and dress, grabbing your bag with necessities and rush out of the hotel.

You make your way out of the hotel and get a taxi to the UN building, telling the driver to get there as fast as you can. You need to find out if it was Bucky who had done this or not, you need to find Natasha she would be the best person to ask about this.

When you arrive at the UN building, the Counter Terrorism task force is already there. Blockading the area and navigating traffic, there are ambulance and fire fighters rushing all over the place. Amidst the chaos you spot Natasha behind the barricade, and you pick up your cellphone and immediately dial her,

“Y/N?” she answers unsure,

“Nat. listen to me, was it Bucky? Did he do this?” you ask quickly,

“Y/N where are you? Where have you been?” Natasha asks, ignoring your questions,

“Natasha!” you exclaim over the phone, “I need to know!”

The sirens sound around you, and you see her looking around, “Y/N are you here? Don’t do anything stupid” She warns, you sigh and cut the call. She didn’t know anything, there was now only one way for you to find out if Bucky really had done this, and you know just what to do.

Rushing to the airport you board the first flight to Romania, carefully watching the news as you did. There were tips pouring in about the Winter Soldier, people claiming to have seen him throughout Austria. But you knew these tips were false, you knew where he was, and you had to get to him before anyone else did.

All the way on the plane you were anxiety ridden, you could not sit still. It felt like the longest flight you had been on and when the plane finally hit the tarmac you felt relief wash over you. You rushed out of the Bucharest airport and headed straight to Bucky’s apartment, being extra careful to make sure you were not followed in any way. On your way there you stopped Bucky standing by a fruit vendor looking at some plums, he was wearing a black jackets and baseball cap with dark jeans, his hair had grown out since the last time you  had seen him. he was happily chatting to the vendor. You breathe a sigh of relief, you knew there was no way Bucky could have gone to Vienna set up a bomb and have been back here so quickly. You slowly walk over to Bucky, as he turns he sees you and stops dead in his tracks,

“Y/N,” he breaths, “What are you doing here?!”

“Bucky, it’s bad…” you say, “We have to get off the street”

He registers the fear in your eyes and immediately kicks into combat mode, he scans the street and notices a newspaper vendor staring intently at the two of you, he walks across the street toward the vendor and you follow him, “Buck…” you start to say but he lifts his hand to silence you,

As he reaches the vendor the man runs away and you both look down at the newspaper clipping in front of you, it was an article about the incident in Vienna. Bucky looks at you, anger and fear in his eyes, “We should leave now!” he says then grabs your hand and you both almost run to his apartment.

The moment you enter Bucky’s apartment you knew it was too late, you had already spotted Sam on the roof of the building which meant Steve was inside already. Bucky walks in slowly putting a protective arm across you as you near Steve, Steve’s back is facing the two of you he is looking down at something in his hands “Understood” he says obviously to Sam over their comms.

Then he turns around and his face changed entirely when he saw you standing next to Bucky, “Y/N,” he says in utter shock, “Wh-what, where have you, why?” he couldn’t seem to form a sentence,

“Steve, we have to go” You say, “We can talk later!”

He looks at Bucky, “Do you know me?”

“You’re Steve,” Bucky replies, “I read about you in a museum,”

“I know you’re nervous” Steve says, slowly walking towards the two of you, your heart was hammering at this point. “And you have plenty of reason to be, but you’re lying”

“I wasn’t in Vienna, I don’t do that anymore,” Bucky says,

“He’s telling the truth Steve,” you add, Steve looks between the two of you but ignores you.

“Well the people that think you did are coming here now and they are not planning on taking you alive,” Steve said,

“That’s smart, good strategy” replied Bucky, he was moving slowly, you knew a fight was about to break out. You could hear the footsteps of the task force on the roof and outside the apartment already. You readied yourself, the bullets were going to start flying soon.

“This doesn’t have to end in a fight Buck,” Said Steve, you knew he was hopeful he didn’t want it to go down this way,

“It always ends in a fight,” Bucky says dejectedly, as he takes of the black leather glove which covered his bionic arm,

“You pulled me from the river, Why?” Steve demanded, referring to the battle of Triskelion when Bucky saved his life.

“I don’t know,”

“Yes, you do,”

You look around and can hear the task force preparing to break the door down, “Steve, Bucky we have to get out of here now, the bullets are going to start flying …” before you could finish your sentence the window shatters and a stun bomb is thrown into the apartment, Bucky shoves you out of harm’s way and kicks it to Steve who places his shield over it as it goes off.

The task force begins to batter against the door in the hopes of getting it open, Bucky flips the table across the room blockading the door then he looks at you, “You have to get out of here, they will kill you” he says, you nod and look at Steve the betrayal in his eyes evident.

Before he could say anything, two of the task force members burst through the windows shattering them, guns at the ready. Bucky knocks out the first one and the second one aims his gun at him but Steve tackles him to the ground, his gun firing off multiple rounds. You duck and dive evading the stray bullets. Bucky grabs your hand and moves towards the back door where another officer barges in with his gun at the ready, Steve takes him out as Bucky moves forward to deliver the killer blow, he stops him. “Buck, Stop! You’re going to kill someone!” Steve shouts,

Bucky shoves Steve to the ground, and looks at him for a second then punches through the floor beside him pulling out a black backpack. “I am not going to kill anyone,” he says tossing the backpack clean across to the next building,

Suddenly one of the task force members was in the apartment and fired shots in your direction, Steve quickly pulled you toward him protecting you with his shield, Bucky as well. You and Bucky exchange a look and then he suddenly shoves Steve through the window hitting an officer, another task force member starts firing in your direction and Bucky deflects the bullets with his arm and knocks him out.

Bucky doesn’t let go of your hand and drags you out of the room with him, “I’m going to need your help” he says before punching through the wall hitting the one of the task force in the head. Suddenly you were in the thick of the fight, you grabbed one of the guns from the guy on the floor and started firing, careful not to fire any lethal shots, in close quarters your training kicked in. All the hours of hand-to-hand combat training with Steve and Natasha, were paying off as you scored your way through the task force members, evading them and their blows easily.

Bucky stayed close to you, protecting you as the two of you navigated the stairs, you looked behind you and saw Steve, fighting off combatants as well, there were more coming up the stairs. Bucky kicked one of them in the chest and he almost fell off the stairwell but Steve caught him , he looked at Bucky “Come on man!”

Bucky grabbed your hand once more and looked at you, “Do you trust me?”

“What?” before you could respond further Bucky ripped off the railing of the stairwell still holding your hand and flipped you both a floor down, suddenly as you both turned around there was a task member pointing a gun at you and then Steve’s shield came flying across knocking him out.

Bucky looked at you and you looked at Steve, without saying anything Bucky pulled you closer to him and then jumped off the side of the railing, you gripped onto him and screamed as the two of you fell over nine floors, Bucky reached out his metal arm and grabbed the railing of the floor and yelled out as he caught the body weight of both of you. As soon as you were on the landing Bucky looked at you and said “Run! Meet me on the south side of the building”

And you did. you turned and ran down the stairs half expecting Bucky to be behind you but instead he kicked down a door and walked through it, jumping off the side of the building and landing on the building across the way.

You sprinted down the stairs, and onto the street, Bucky suddenly landed near you and you sprinted to keep up with him but there was someone else chasing him.  You saw Steve jump off the roof and land beside you,

“Y/N, stop! You are going to get yourself hurt or worse, killed!” he yelled at you, “This isn’t your fight!”

You knew he was right, but when you didn’t stop Steve took it upon himself to stop you and he stuck his foot out tripping you. You tumbled down onto the hard pavement, grazing your knees and arms in the process. You weren’t mad at Steve for doing that you knew he was trying to protect you, and you also knew the consequences that were going to come with you being here. Suddenly there were two task force teams around you, pointing their guns at you shouting in German, and Rhodey in the Iron Patriot suit landed in front of you,

“Y/N, what the hell were you thinking?!” he exclaimed, “Lower your weapons,” he ordered the task force, they did so and Rhodey helped you up.

“You could have gotten killed!”

“Rhodey, I’m sorry I knew this would happen if Steve found him, I was trying to help,” You reply wincing in pain as blood dripped from your open wounds.

“This,” he waved around at the chaos “Is a prime example of not helping Y/N,”

“I’m sorry…” was all you could say,

Rhodey nodded, then turned to the task force, “Get her back to headquarters I am going to catch up with Barnes and Rogers,” he ordered.

You were led into one of the SUV’s, thankfully they did not cuff you one of them even offered you water to wash out your wounds. You realize you had been shot twice in the abdomen and arm, you didn’t mention it to anyone. As they drove you to the airport, to fly you to Berlin to meet with the rest of the team, you over heard on their radio that Barnes and Rogers had been captured. Your heart rate spikes, had they killed Bucky or Steve. You didn’t know what was going to happen and you sure as shit knew that whatever was coming next especially for you was not going to be pleasant. You had betrayed Steve on the highest form and broken the law by aiding Bucky. Shit was about to go sideways for you.

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Russian tech exec sues Buzzfeed for publishing unverified Trump dossier

A Russian technology executive has sued BuzzFeed and its editor Ben Smith for publishing the unverified Trump dossier, calling it “perhaps one of the most reckless and irresponsible moments in modern ‘journalism.'”

Within hours of the lawsuit’s filing, BuzzFeed blacked out the name of Aleksej Gubarev in the dossier on its site and apologized.

“We have redacted Mr. Gubarev’s name from the published dossier, and apologize for including it,” BuzzFeed spokesman Matt Mittenthal told CNNMoney.

Aleksej Gubarev is the CEO of XBT, a company that hosts websites and runs thousands of computer servers worldwide.

The lawsuit claims that the anti-Trump dossier, put together by a former British intelligence operative, falsely alleged that Gubarev was “recruited under duress by the FSB” and became a “significant player” in the Russian government operation to hack the Democratic National Committee.

Gubarev filed a separate lawsuit in the United Kingdom against Christopher Steele, the former MI6 agent who, multiple sources tell CNN, compiled controversial opposition research against Donald Trump. In it, the Russian executive claims Steele was “prepared to tarnish” him “without… conducting even the most basic attempt at verification.”

Although several news organizations had obtained the 35 pages of memos, BuzzFeed was the only one to publish them in full.

Related: BuzzFeed’s publication of Trump memos draws controversy

On Friday, Gubarev sued Buzzfeed and Smith for defamation in Broward County, Florida.

In his lawsuit, Gubarev said “he has found his personal and professional reputation in tatters.” He also notes that his wife has become “a target of online harassment,” while the safety of his three children is now in jeopardy. Gubarev also claims his companies, XBT and Webzilla, have been severely damaged by the unsubstantiated accusations.

Aleksej Gubarev, a Russian technology executive named in the unverified anti-Trump dossier.

The lawsuit criticizes BuzzFeed for publishing the memos, alleging that “BuzzFeed itself admitted it had no idea what — if anything — in the dossier was truthful.”

Indeed, when the news website published the memos on January 10, it justified “publishing the full document so that Americans can make up their own minds about allegations about the president-elect that have circulated at the highest levels of the US government.”

Gubarev’s suit claims that the initial posting has been viewed almost six million times, and the news site has written eight follow-up articles that all link back to the unsubstantiated dossier.

Before he filed the lawsuit, Gubarev spoke to CNNMoney about the damage he had already experienced from the leaked dossier.

“I’m really damaged by this story. This is why I���m ready to spend money and go to court about this,” he told CNNMoney in mid-January.

“I have a multimillion dollar business. Why do I need these connections with hackers?” he said, speaking by phone from the Mediterranean island of Cyprus where he lives. “It’s absolutely not true, and I can go to the court and say this.”

In his interview with CNNMoney, Gubarev said that three of XBT’s European bank partners froze the company’s $5 million credit line because of reports about the memos. Gubarev declined to provide CNNMoney proof of those frozen credit lines.

He was named on the very last page of a salacious 35-page report that was financed by anti-Trump Democrats and Republicans.

Gubarev’s lawsuit claims XBT’s servers were never used to infect computers and steal information from “Democratic Party leadership or anyone else.”

Related: Donald Trump attacks press, conflates CNN, BuzzFeed reporting at news conference

Gubarev’s company helped launch the popular photo-editing app Prisma and runs the Dallas-based website hosting service Webzilla. He said he was shocked at any allegations he would act against American interests, given that 40% of his company’s servers are located in the United States. He said they’re located in Dallas, Texas, and Vienna, Virginia.

Like anyone in the technology industry, Gubarev acknowledged that he has tangential ties to the computer security and hacking community. He has to defend his computer servers from attackers. And hackers routinely rely on data centers, like those owned by Gubarev’s company, to position themselves and launch cyberattacks. But Gubarev said his company acts fast to stop hackers from using its systems.

And he’s willing to cooperate with any investigation — by the FBI or other law enforcement agencies — into claims he helped hack the DNC.

“I’m willing to do any investigation. Come to my office. Do what you want. Check all my servers,” he said.

CNNMoney (New York) First published February 3, 2017: 5:51 PM ET

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CNN: Russian tech exec sues Buzzfeed for publishing unverified Trump dossier

A Russian technology executive has sued BuzzFeed and its editor Ben Smith for publishing the unverified Trump dossier, calling it “perhaps one of the most reckless and irresponsible moments in modern ‘journalism.'”

Within hours of the lawsuit’s filing, BuzzFeed blacked out the name of Aleksej Gubarev in the dossier on its site and apologized.

“We have redacted Mr. Gubarev’s name from the published dossier, and apologize for including it,” BuzzFeed spokesman Matt Mittenthal told CNNMoney.

Aleksej Gubarev is the CEO of XBT, a company that hosts websites and runs thousands of computer servers worldwide.

The lawsuit claims that the anti-Trump dossier, put together by a former British intelligence operative, falsely alleged that Gubarev was “recruited under duress by the FSB” and became a “significant player” in the Russian government operation to hack the Democratic National Committee.

Gubarev filed a separate lawsuit in the United Kingdom against Christopher Steele, the former MI6 agent who, multiple sources tell CNN, compiled controversial opposition research against Donald Trump. In it, the Russian executive claims Steele was “prepared to tarnish” him “without… conducting even the most basic attempt at verification.”

Although several news organizations had obtained the 35 pages of memos, BuzzFeed was the only one to publish them in full.

Related: BuzzFeed’s publication of Trump memos draws controversy

On Friday, Gubarev sued Buzzfeed and Smith for defamation in Broward County, Florida.

In his lawsuit, Gubarev said “he has found his personal and professional reputation in tatters.” He also notes that his wife has become “a target of online harassment,” while the safety of his three children is now in jeopardy. Gubarev also claims his companies, XBT and Webzilla, have been severely damaged by the unsubstantiated accusations.

Aleksej Gubarev, a Russian technology executive named in the unverified anti-Trump dossier.

The lawsuit criticizes BuzzFeed for publishing the memos, alleging that “BuzzFeed itself admitted it had no idea what — if anything — in the dossier was truthful.”

Indeed, when the news website published the memos on January 10, it justified “publishing the full document so that Americans can make up their own minds about allegations about the president-elect that have circulated at the highest levels of the US government.”

Gubarev’s suit claims that the initial posting has been viewed almost six million times, and the news site has written eight follow-up articles that all link back to the unsubstantiated dossier.

Before he filed the lawsuit, Gubarev spoke to CNNMoney about the damage he had already experienced from the leaked dossier.

“I’m really damaged by this story. This is why I’m ready to spend money and go to court about this,” he told CNNMoney in mid-January.

“I have a multimillion dollar business. Why do I need these connections with hackers?” he said, speaking by phone from the Mediterranean island of Cyprus where he lives. “It’s absolutely not true, and I can go to the court and say this.”

In his interview with CNNMoney, Gubarev said that three of XBT’s European bank partners froze the company’s $5 million credit line because of reports about the memos. Gubarev declined to provide CNNMoney proof of those frozen credit lines.

He was named on the very last page of a salacious 35-page report that was financed by anti-Trump Democrats and Republicans.

Gubarev’s lawsuit claims XBT’s servers were never used to infect computers and steal information from “Democratic Party leadership or anyone else.”

Related: Donald Trump attacks press, conflates CNN, BuzzFeed reporting at news conference

Gubarev’s company helped launch the popular photo-editing app Prisma and runs the Dallas-based website hosting service Webzilla. He said he was shocked at any allegations he would act against American interests, given that 40% of his company’s servers are located in the United States. He said they’re located in Dallas, Texas, and Vienna, Virginia.

Like anyone in the technology industry, Gubarev acknowledged that he has tangential ties to the computer security and hacking community. He has to defend his computer servers from attackers. And hackers routinely rely on data centers, like those owned by Gubarev’s company, to position themselves and launch cyberattacks. But Gubarev said his company acts fast to stop hackers from using its systems.

And he’s willing to cooperate with any investigation — by the FBI or other law enforcement agencies — into claims he helped hack the DNC.

“I’m willing to do any investigation. Come to my office. Do what you want. Check all my servers,” he said.

CNNMoney (New York) First published February 3, 2017: 5:51 PM ET

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Russian exec sues Buzzfeed over Trump dossier

Exclusive interview with BuzzFeed Editor

A Russian technology executive has sued BuzzFeed and its editor Ben Smith for publishing the unverified Trump dossier, calling it “perhaps one of the most reckless and irresponsible moments in modern ‘journalism.'”

Within hours of the lawsuit’s filing, BuzzFeed blacked out the name of Aleksej Gubarev in the dossier on its site and apologized.

“We have redacted Mr. Gubarev’s name from the published dossier, and apologize for including it,” BuzzFeed spokesman Matt Mittenthal told CNNMoney.

Aleksej Gubarev is the CEO of XBT, a company that hosts websites and runs thousands of computer servers worldwide.

The lawsuit claims that the anti-Trump dossier, put together by a former British intelligence operative, falsely alleged that Gubarev was “recruited under duress by the FSB” and became a “significant player” in the Russian government operation to hack the Democratic National Committee.

Gubarev filed a separate lawsuit in the United Kingdom against Christopher Steele, the former MI6 agent who, multiple sources tell CNN, compiled controversial opposition research against Donald Trump. In it, the Russian executive claims Steele was “prepared to tarnish” him “without… conducting even the most basic attempt at verification.”

Although several news organizations had obtained the 35 pages of memos, BuzzFeed was the only one to publish them in full.

Related: BuzzFeed’s publication of Trump memos draws controversy

On Friday, Gubarev sued Buzzfeed and Smith for defamation in Broward County, Florida.

In his lawsuit, Gubarev said “he has found his personal and professional reputation in tatters.” He also notes that his wife has become “a target of online harassment,” while the safety of his three children is now in jeopardy. Gubarev also claims his companies, XBT and Webzilla, have been severely damaged by the unsubstantiated accusations.

Aleksej Gubarev, a Russian technology executive named in the unverified anti-Trump dossier.

The lawsuit criticizes BuzzFeed for publishing the memos, alleging that “BuzzFeed itself admitted it had no idea what — if anything — in the dossier was truthful.”

Indeed, when the news website published the memos on January 10, it justified “publishing the full document so that Americans can make up their own minds about allegations about the president-elect that have circulated at the highest levels of the US government.”

Gubarev’s suit claims that the initial posting has been viewed almost six million times, and the news site has written eight follow-up articles that all link back to the unsubstantiated dossier.

Before he filed the lawsuit, Gubarev spoke to CNNMoney about the damage he had already experienced from the leaked dossier.

“I’m really damaged by this story. This is why I’m ready to spend money and go to court about this,” he told CNNMoney in mid-January.

“I have a multimillion dollar business. Why do I need these connections with hackers?” he said, speaking by phone from the Mediterranean island of Cyprus where he lives. “It’s absolutely not true, and I can go to the court and say this.”

In his interview with CNNMoney, Gubarev said that three of XBT’s European bank partners froze the company’s $5 million credit line because of reports about the memos. Gubarev declined to provide CNNMoney proof of those frozen credit lines.

He was named on the very last page of a salacious 35-page report that was financed by anti-Trump Democrats and Republicans.

Gubarev’s lawsuit claims XBT’s servers were never used to infect computers and steal information from “Democratic Party leadership or anyone else.”

Related: Donald Trump attacks press, conflates CNN, BuzzFeed reporting at news conference

Gubarev’s company helped launch the popular photo-editing app Prisma and runs the Dallas-based website hosting service Webzilla. He said he was shocked at any allegations he would act against American interests, given that 40% of his company’s servers are located in the United States. He said they’re located in Dallas, Texas, and Vienna, Virginia.

Like anyone in the technology industry, Gubarev acknowledged that he has tangential ties to the computer security and hacking community. He has to defend his computer servers from attackers. And hackers routinely rely on data centers, like those owned by Gubarev’s company, to position themselves and launch cyberattacks. But Gubarev said his company acts fast to stop hackers from using its systems.

And he’s willing to cooperate with any investigation — by the FBI or other law enforcement agencies — into claims he helped hack the DNC.

“I’m willing to do any investigation. Come to my office. Do what you want. Check all my servers,” he said.

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Riccardo Sinisi as Macavity

Source - probably his Instagram. Saved on my phone September 17, 2021.

#I have like a million photos of Vienna Cats on my phone and they need to be cleared off #macavity the mystery cat #macavity #riccardo sinisi #cats vienna #cats vienna revival #i will never be over vienna

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Carbucketty has a shadow 😌

Fetterstrap killed Sinisibucketty with leg day

Saved to my phone October 17, 2021

#i have like a million photos of vienna on my phone and they need to be cleared off #riccardo sinisi #carbucketty #aaron hunt #bill bailey #aaron hunt you remain the cutest of all cinnamon rolls t^t #florian fetterle #backstage cats #i will never be over vienna #cats vienna revival #cats vienna

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Nicholas Li as Macavity and Alex Snova as Rum Tum Tugger

Source - presumably from Alex Snvoa’s Instagram story. Saved on my phone September 16, 2021.

#I have like a million photos of Vienna Cats on my phone and they need to be cleared off #cats vienna #cats vienna revival #rum tum tugger #macavity the mystery cat #macavity #nicholas li #alex snova my beloved tugger #alex snova #i will never be over vienna

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Tugger is very proud of himself for Saying An Word and seeks approval.

Saved to my phone October 14, 2021

#i have like a million photos of vienna on my phone and they need to be cleared off #riccardo sinisi #rum tum tugger #alex snova #alex snova is a gift #cats vienna #cats vienna revival #backstage cats #i will never be over vienna

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A very important video of Alex Snova as Rum Tum Tugger swing dancing with Grizabella (probably Ana Milva Gomez)

Plus glimpses of

Gerben Grimmius as Skimbleshanks

Giulia Vazzoler as Demeter

Florian Fetterle as Munkustrap

Katharina Lochmann as Jennyanydots

?Petra Ilse Dam as Bombalurina

(Saved to my phone October 7, 2021)

#cats vienna #cats vienna revival #i will never be over vienna #i have like a million photos of Vienna Cats on my phone and they need to be cleared off

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Alonzo gets pampered

Saved to my phone October 7, 2021

#I have like a million photos of Vienna Cats on my phone and they need to be cleared off #alonzo (cats) #riccardo sinisi #cats vienna #cats vienna revival #i will never be over vienna #backstage cats

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Riccardo Sinisi as Mr Mistoffelees

Saved to my phone October 5, 2021

#i have like a million photos of vienna on my phone and they need to be cleared off #riccardo sinisi #cats vienna #i will never be over vienna #cats vienna revival

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Riccardo Sinisi doing his first run through as Admetus/Macavity and being unacceptably cute in that makeup

Saved to my phone September 7, 2021

#I have like a million photos of Vienna Cats on my phone and they need to be cleared off #cats vienna #cats vienna revival #i will never be over vienna #riccardo sinisi #admetus