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This couple is being charged $100 a day for the racist graffiti someone left on their home

  • On Jan. 14, the Stamford, Connecticut, home of Heather Lindsay and her husband Lexene Charles was defaced with racist graffiti — someone had spray-painted the word “n***er” across their garage door. 
  • Now, the couple is being fined $100 by the city — because they refuse to clean off the slur until the authorities “do their job,” as Lindsay told the Stamford Advocate on Monday.
  • After they found the slur on their metal garage door in January, Lindsay and Charles reported the graffiti to Stamford police. But the department told the Advocate they have no witnesses to the incident and that no security cameras in the neighborhood recorded it.
  • Ted Jankowski, Stamford’s director of public safety, told the Advocate police offered to remove the slur — but Lindsay and Charles said not to.
  • She told the Advocate she wants Stamford police to find the person, or people, responsible — and “not just cover it up and sweep it under the table as they have done in the past.”
  • But now, because of the couple’s refusal to remove the slur from their garage door, Lindsay and Charles have been issued a blight citation from the city — which comes with a fine of $100 a day. Read more (2/22/17 11:09 AM)

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Helpless - Part 3

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“Daddy’s comin’ buddy!” Dean called out to Noah, who had been crying for about 5 solid minutes with no signs of stopping. “I’m getting your bottle, alright? I’m comin!” 

Dean made his way down the hall, surprised when the cries started to stop, being replaced with tiny giggles. He swung the door to Noah’s room open gently and froze in terror, seeing a semi transparent figure bent over the crib. “Get away from my son!” 

“Dean.” You jumped back, startled at the intrusion. You’d always been so careful, never letting him catch you before. You always showed up when Noah needed someone and Dean or Sam couldn’t get to him right away. You spent every single night in his room, soothing him to sleep so Dean and Sam could sleep through the night uninterrupted. In that moment all you could think to do was run, and that’s exactly what you did, running past Dean and heading for the door of the bunker. 

“Y/N?” Dean whispered, tears forming in his eyes. He spun quickly, leaving Noah’s bottle forgotten on the table in his room. “Y/N, stop!” 

He found you at the door to the bunker, realizing that you couldn’t leave. You were attached. “Shit.” You muttered, opening the door and trying to leave, being stopped by some kind of invisible wall. 

“How long?” Dean questioned. You slowly turned around and walked back down the stairs, staring down at the floor, away from him. “How long have you been here?” 

“Since the hospital.” You murmured. “Since you -” You cut yourself off, shaking your head and walking away. Dean reached out, able to grip your shoulder and turn you around. 

“You can say it, you are not wrong.” He looked at you sadly. “Go ahead.” 

“What did you think I was gonna say?” 

“Ever since I killed you.” Dean sobbed. “Y/N I’m so sorry.” Dean pulled you to him, holding you tight to his chest. “This is all my fault.” 

“It was an accident.” You murmured. “I was gonna say ever since you chose to save our son.” 

“Noah.” Dean suddenly remembered, wiping his eyes. “He needs his bottle. Come on.” You followed Dean back into Noah’s room and Dean handed you the bottle. “Do you want to?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded and made your way to the crib, lifting your son and cradling him in your arms. You sat down in the glider and started to feed him, rocking him gently to get him back to sleep. “Mommy’s here, baby boy.” Noah cuddled right up to you, like he’d known you for his whole three months of life, which he really did. 

“He loves you.” Dean smiled. “He’s a good little guy. Sleeps through the night. When he cries he calms himself down before Sam and I even come for him.” You looked up at Dean and saw the realization dawn on him. “You’ve been with him the whole time, haven’t you?” 

“You take care of him all day. I figure I can give you nights off.” You shrugged. 

You both sat in silence after that, Dean watching you with sad eyes as you ran your cold hand over your son’s forehead, lulling him to sleep. “Y/N…you…you know you can’t stay. You know what happens to spirits…”

“No.” You snapped. “You can’t send me away, Dean. I won’t let you.” 

“You think I want that?” Dean questioned, a tear sliding down his cheek. “You think I want my son to grow up without his mother? You think I want to explain to him what I did to you? You think I don’t want you here? I just…it always ends the same way.” 

“Not this time.” You shook your head. “I’m not angry. I’m not vengeful. I won’t be. I have everything I’ve ever wanted.” 

“They all say that, Y/N/N.” Dean murmured. “What are you attached to? I won’t do anything tonight. We’ll talk about it, I promise you. I just…I need to know.” 

“No.” You glared at Dean, completely unwavering. “We’re not gonna talk about it. It can’t happen.” Instinctively, you clutched your son tighter to your chest, a move that did not go unnoticed by Dean. 

“No.” Dean shook his head, staring down at Noah. “You’re attached to Noah?” 

You nodded sadly, holding back your own tears. “You can’t ever put me to rest, Dean. You’d have to kill our son.” 

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A Way to You Again: Part 7

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Panic Attacks

Word Count:  1350

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. 

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The next few minutes were a blur of me screaming expletives shrilly at Steve. “STEVEN FUCKING GRANT ROGERS – YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I yelled as I punched him in the arm.

“Hey! We could wreck! Maybe take it out on me later?” he asked as he rolled his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked – trying to keep my voice level and failing miserably.

He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Look – I’ve known Buck for a long time. He’s miserable without you, but he thinks you’re better off without him. He was driving himself crazy about it but refused to even listen to Tony when he said he knew where you were. He’s stubborn – there’s just no way around it,” he explained defensively – keeping an eye on me to make sure no further punches were in his immediate future.

“So… so he has no idea I’m coming?” I asked nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.

“No,” Steve responded matter-of-factly. “But I can assure you he will be relieved when he sees you,” he added.

“Steve, pull over for a second,” I choked out as pure panic gripped me.

“Oh come on, Y/N! You can’t drive!” he whined.

“Pull over!” I yelled. The urgency in my voice finally prompted him to oblige. I jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped and ran into the nearby field where I promptly fell to my knees and vomited. I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaking hand as I rose unsteadily to my feet. So Bucky didn’t initiate this. He hadn’t even tried. His best friend was fighting for me and he wasn’t even trying. As I trudged back to the car I wished that I had never agreed to come back. I was better off alone.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked quietly as I climbed back into my seat and closed the door behind me.

“Why didn’t you tell me Steve?” I asked as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

He was quiet for a moment before he turned to me. “Because I knew you would never come back if I told you. What kind of friend would I be to either of you if I sat by idly and let you both ruin this?” When I looked into his eyes I knew that he meant it. He wanted so desperately for things to be fixed, but for some reason I doubted it would ever happen. I smiled at him weakly as he pulled the car back onto the interstate. The sudden feeling of panic had completely drained my energy. I resolved myself to finally lay my head back down on my makeshift pillow and close my eyes wearily. Within minutes I had fallen fast asleep.


“Y/N,” Steve whispered as he shook me softly. I grunted in reply. Why was he being so persistent in trying to wake me up? I just wanted to sleep a little longer.

“Go away,” I muttered grumpily as I tried to shoo his hands away from my arm.

“We’re here,” he finally said out of exasperation. This caused me to wake fully with a start.

“Oh,” I muttered nervously as I looked around the parking garage of Stark Tower. Bucky’s motorcycle was parked two spaces down – my heart almost jumped through my chest when I saw it.

“I’ll get your bags,” Steve responded as I exited the car.

The elevator ride was mostly quiet. Even after the nearly four-hour nap I had taken on the way to the tower I was exhausted. More than anything I wanted to escape to my room, take a long hot shower, and rest. The idea of seeing Bucky after the long drive was exhausting within itself. As the elevator doors opened we were greeted with laughter from the common room.

“Yo! Y/N!” Sam yelled from the couch – waving at me. “How was your vacation?” I smiled warmly at him and saw Tony turn to face me from one of the many chairs in the room. He offered me a small wink of hello. He had kept up the façade for me, god bless him, no one but those involved knew.

“It was great Sam, thanks,” I managed to respond back quietly.

“Who are you talking to?” Bucky called to Sam as he walked out of the kitchen – Natasha following closely behind. Sam didn’t have time to respond before Bucky’s eyes found me – the plate of food he had been carrying fell to the floor and shattered.

“Hi Buck,” I responded quietly, averting my eyes from him.

“Dude, what the fuck? You need help carrying your food around, grandpa?” Sam chastised as Bucky scrambled to the floor to carefully pick up the shards of glass and food that now littered it. It gave me an easy out.

“Well the drive was exhausting so I’m… erm… gonna head to my room to rest for awhile. I’ll be up in a few hours,” I muttered as I turned on my heel and fled towards the hallway that led to our rooms.

“Don’t forget – team dinner and meeting at seven!” Tony called casually behind me. I sighed as I neared my door— It wasn’t going to be easy to hideout in my room after all.


“Are you okay?” Steve whispered as he closed the door to my room behind him.

“Um.. yeah… I think so,” I responded lamely as I shifted uneasily. The sight of Nat being so close to Bucky made me want to scream.  “I think I’m just going to take a shower and sleep for a few more hours. I feel exhausted,” I muttered.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll make sure you’re up for the meeting.” Steve smiled warmly at me as he opened the door.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Will you lock the door before you close it, please?” He smiled sadly before turning the lock and closing the door behind him.

I sighed shakily as I sat on the corner of my bed. The last night I had spent in this room had been with Bucky and things had been so perfect. Now everything was all twisted up, and I didn’t know if there was a way to fix it. I pushed off the bed and headed to the shower – determined that it was exactly what I needed.


“What the hell were you thinking, Buck?” I could hear Steve’s raised voice through the wall. Dinner was less than an hour away so I grudgingly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Since Bucky’s room shared a wall with mine it was impossible to not hear the conversation that was unfolding on the other side.

“I don’t know, Steve,” Bucky responded gruffly.

“How about you try better than that?” Steve had hidden his anger pretty well for me, but he wasn’t holding back on his friend. It was the maddest I had ever heard him.

“Listen, I was lonely. You know what that’s like, right? She was there, and it was just a casual thing. It happened a few times… I know I shouldn’t have let it, but it did. I knew it was wrong so I ended it.”

“And then you did the same thing to Y/N?” Steve asked incredulously.

“It… No. I know it looks the same, but it isn’t. She’s different. It’s different with her. Well… it was different with her,” he added sadly.

“This is your mess, Buck. You better make it right with her,” Steve added before the slam of Bucky’s door rattled the wall.

There was a gentle knock at my door that caused me to shoot up out of the bed. “Who is it?” I asked nervously.

“It’s me,” Steve’s voice replied softly from the other side of the door. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I called as I grabbed a zip up sweater and put it on absentmindedly. I opened the door and could immediately feel the tension rolling off of Steve.

“Are you okay?” I asked cautiously.

“Yeah, let’s get to dinner,” he responded as I followed him out of the room.


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