instead of being from Maine, Dex’s family is actually royalty from a small country just outside of America’s east coast with about a million citizens.
Dex is born Fitzwilliam Jacob Poindexter II after his mother’s father and is third to the throne after his mother and brother.
being the third in line comes with responsibilities much like his brother, but without all of the public recognition, and he has to go through the same kind of grueling education of political wits, charming diplomacy, and easy-going social skills.
Dex never did well with the latter. he knew how to talk about his passions and what interested him, how to talk with people he cared for and if they had something important to say. but he hated small talk, never understood why he had to stand around in a room full of people he wasn’t going to see again talking about the weather when he could literally be doing anything else.
but he managed, and his advisers all agreed he would make a fine king if tragedy would succumb his brother.
so Dex gets that the crown prince’s primary goal is to marry and somehow produce an heir who can further the republic.
which is why he politely waits until his brother’s engaged and well on his way of becoming the next regent before he tells his parents that he’s gay.
Author’s Note: FBI Stiles get’s me going and @mf-despair-queen gave me this idea and I just had to write it omg. I hope you guys enjoy this! Thanks to @rememberstilinski for proofreading this for me. She’s the best!
Virginia. I’m finally here, at the FBI academy. I looked up at the white
building, my stomach churning with excitement as I hiked my bag over my
shoulder. I fixed the collar of my button up white shirt, placing the name
badge over my head as it dangles from my neck. I waltzed into the building,
staring at everything in sight as my eyes lit up, a wide smile on my lips.
Authors Notes: Prep for the angst and Fluff y’all! lol
Prompt: @melconnor2007 I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky and the reader been dating, but nat refuses to believe he loves here and makes a move on Bucky, the reader sees, but runs away before she sees Bucky pushing nat off, the reader then leaves the tower with a note for Bucky telling him, but Bucky using his skills tracks her down, with lots of fluff at the end where he explains and tell reader how much he loves her, if that makes any sense at all, lol,
Your life was bliss. Well, as blissful as it could be while being an Avenger. Bucky had been with the team just a year longer than you and from the day you arrived the two of you had hit it off. Just a few months ago Steve locked the two of you in the gym until it came out that you both had feelings for each other and the decision to be official was sealed with the kiss of your life. Since then you and Bucky were practically inseparable. Everyone at the compound agreed that the two of you belonged together.
Everyone except Nat. She was good at hiding it, keeping her feelings in check is part of her skill set, but she just didn’t think you were right for him. She thought she should be in your shoes, in his arms. She was your friend though, or at least friend enough. She lied to you and told you how happy she was for you. She told you how perfect the two of you were together just to frown when your back was turned.
Today she was over it, though. It had been four months of dating between you and you made cupcakes and he brought you flowers. It made her sick. She had a plan and was set to execute it as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and she had that planned, too.
In a case deemed the most gruesome homicide in Finnish history whose
official details were sealed from the public for 40 years, an unnamed
was tortured to death on November 21, 1998 by a group of four in their
It was an ongoing party musically driven by The Cainian Chronicle, an album by Norwegian black metal band
Ancient, which escalated into
“sadomasochistic acts requiring the subjugation of the victim, such as
burning the victim with hot metal and leading him on all fours like a
dog across the apartment.” The assault was instigated by 23-year-old Jarno Sebastian Elg, who reportedly belonged to an occult themed black metal band
called Utuk Xul. Along with 17-year-old Terhi Tervashonka, 20-year-old
Mika Riska, and a 16-year-old boy, they urinated on the man, then
repeatedly stabbed him with a pair of scissors, further details revealed in a summons issued by the district attorney. They initially covered his mouth with duct tape to keep him quiet, but he managed to remove it, and he pleaded with his tormentors to stop, promising to tell no one if they just let him go. Unmoved by his cries, they duct-taped his entire head, including over his mouth and nose, and then continued slashing away until he eventually suffocated, something Tervashonka later claimed was evidence of an accidental death. Once he
was dead, the four of them proceeded to mutilate his corpse with the
pair of scissors, removing his inner organs, especially the heart, and cutting off his genitals. Cannibalism and necrophilia were also committed against his body. Afterwards, without the help of Riska, they dismembered the man in the bathroom. The victim’s body parts were concealed in plastic bags and then disposed of in nearby garbage cans. His severed leg was found three days later in a landfill, followed by the discovery of more body parts in similar sites later that week. The 16-year-old received a lenient dismissal of the one charge against him, while Riska was
sentenced to two years in prison with an addition of eight months. Tervashonka received eight years plus six months, and she was released on parole in 2003 only to commit another murder in 2007. Elg was declared the most responsible and sentenced to life imprisonment, but he was released after serving over 16 years.
Summary: Jensen’s daughter is the victim of a hit and run.
Character: Jensen, mention of daughter
A/N: This is pretty angsty for me. I don’t know where the hell it came from lol.
Jensen kneels in front of her lifeless, damaged body barely able to comprehend the amount of fresh blood that’s coating it. The unnatural pose it’s contorted into is making the bile rise in his throat, he reaches out to move her but quickly snatches his hand away. He’s now worried that one small movement will rip him out of his traumatized state resulting in a full fledged breakdown.
The incessant stabbing feeling in his chest refuses to quit as he takes in the red fluid dripping out of her mouth. Her eyes once lively and vibrant are now painfully vacant as they stare off into the dark, quiet street. The new charm bracelet he recently surprised her with is somehow still in one piece as it hangs around her mangled wrist.
Jensen’s agony filled mind is screaming at him to wake up from this nightmare of losing his little girl.
The hopelessness of this tragedy is already turning him into a different man, a weaker man. A sudden flurry of distressing thoughts weigh him down even more and he knows his life will never be the same.
Gripping his phone desperately, Jensen wills himself to dial 911 because staying frozen in place is only delaying the inevitable. As if those three numbers will officially seal her fate, he lets the urgency slip away as his heart continues to break.
Jensen crumbles at the horrific reality
that his gorgeous angel will never take another breath, never again nuzzle her little nose into his neck and never again call him daddy as he tucks her into bed. He refuses to accept the fact that his beautiful world is now beyond destroyed. Jensen refuses to believe that his light, his love, his heart, his everything is gone.
I feel like ‘two halves of the same soul’ should DEFINITELY be another ‘official’ ship name for Jean/Armin now. We have the name smush in English and Japanese, now we need the fancy one.
YEAH! I was actually just thinking of using it as my Jearmin tag. ^^ It suits them! I’ve always thought of them as complimentary (as you’ve pointed out in your excellent posts!), and this tidbit about them having originally been one character seems to explain so much about why they feel so connected. So I’m totally down for “two halves of the same soul” as the official fancy tag of Jearmin! :D
Hallsy Smut…? (I realize this was a random request received but it got my brain
going and it was written quickly and was super helpful in getting my writing
A/N: This is
a story containing smut and if that’s not your thing I probably would refrain
from reading it. If you’re fine with
said scenario all I have to say is anger towards Taylor turns into angry sex
with Taylor. This is my first attempt at
smut so let me know what you think of it and if you’d like to see more stories
like this, otherwise ENJOY the story!! A
big thank you needs to be said to @bostonstrongforlife for proofreading the
story for me before I posted it!!
of the bathroom I tried listening to the game recap as I brushed my teeth. I knew the outcome of the game, I had watched
it in its entirety, but was hoping for a little positivity to be spoken by the
announcers. Rinsing out my mouth I knew this
was not going to be the night they granted my wish.
of my lounge pants and hoodie I grabbed one of Taylor’s t-shirts from his
drawer and pulled it on as I slid under the covers to await his call. It was already later than the normal time he
called after games which was fine since I knew he was going to be grumpy.
by: mldrgrl rating: R summary: Hank encounter’s The Uniform. A Hanella story for the anons asking for Hank’s reaction to Stella’s uniform.
A noise woke Hank, but he wouldn’t be able to say what it was, only that he was asleep one moment, and then startled awake in the next. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and then turned over to wrap himself around Stella, but he ended up rolling into empty space. Frowning, he squinted open his eyes again and noticed that there was light shining around the bathroom door and that it wasn’t fully closed.
The clock read 5:47. Too early for Stella to be up for work. He wondered if something was wrong. As he lay there and considered whether or not to get up and check on her, the bathroom door slowly pushed open and that’s when he saw it. He quickly pushed himself up onto his hip, blinking rapidly as the light assaulted his eyes, but he wasn’t going to close them now.