#a COMPLETELY MENTALLY STABLE trophy husband

[yowyowyaoi]

Naruto: So, Sensei, any plans for Valentine’s Day?

Kakashi: Eh, not really. I’m a little too old for all that love stuff, kid. I’ve long given up on the idea of anyone being crazy enough to want someone like me.

Gai, Obito, Yamato, Iruka and the Ichiraku guy, hiding behind various bushes and trees, waiting to ambush him with flowers: 

[badforthcsoul]

— ♔ In the past, people were born royal and for KAMILĖ VALAITIS the TWENTY-SEVEN-year-old CROWN PRINCESS of LITHUANIA, that is a tradition SHE intends to keep. To others, SHE looks an awful lot like ELIZABETH LAIL and has been painted as THE MURDEROUS MONARCH but behind closed doors, SHE is REMORSELESS & GUILTY but also GRACEFUL & SELF-RELIANT. It has also been said they are BETROTHED.

basic information

Name: Kamilė Ona Valaitis (pronounced: KAH-MILL-AH)

Nicknames: Kami, Milla, Miss Murder (most notably by the press, but don’t call her that to her face)

Date of birth: March 25, 2093 

Age: 27

Home town: Vilnius, Lithuania

Current residence: Russia

Occupation: Crown Princess of Lithuania

Languages: Lithuanian, English, Russian, German, Italian, French

Parents: King Adomas Nojus Valaitis & Queen Audra Dalia Valaitis (nee, Melis)

Brothers and sisters: Kamilė has a younger brother & sister.

Husband or wife: Betrothed to ???

Significant others: Goda (her black stallion horse)

Relationship skills: Coming from a royal family and constantly being in the public eye, Kamilė has had to adjust to life as being a crown princess. She’s a master at putting on a show for people and knows how to smile and be polite. She does have friends, but they’re mostly people who look for something from her due to her status, which she has learned to manipulate fairly well. If you scratch her back, she’ll scratch your’s. But get on her bad side, and she usually ends the relationship.

physical characteristics

Height: 5′8″

Hair colour: Blonde, sometimes a brunette

Eye colour: Blue/Gray

Distinguishing features: Her soft features. When Kamilė smiles, she appears to be very kinda and approachable.

Dress style: Kamilė’s style ranges from dressy to casual. It mostly depends on her mood, but she knows how to dress up when there’s some kind of royal event she must attend.

Physical habits: She drinks occasionally. When she’s trying to control her anger, she’ll constantly pick at something, be it a hangnail, until she bleeds or the nearest item she can find. She’s been known for breaking things if angry enough.

Mannerisms: She has pristine posture and things have to be perfect around her. She’s also known for shrugging people off if they do not benefit her in some way and has been known to walk off mid-conversation. 

Health: Aside from having Sociopathic tendencies, Kamilė does have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, which can sometimes hinder her based on the severity at the time. She’s in peak physical health and exercises regularly.

headcanons

(Trigger Warning: Kidnapping, Murder, Gore, Mental Illness)

The day the rebels took control of the royals by means of kidnapping was the day that Kamilė Ona Valaitis changed, or so everyone thought. A woman who had been known as being kind to those around her and a cherished member of the royal family’s true demeanor was revealed, at least by the hand of a determined rebel. However, it was Kamilė who had gotten the upper hand, releasing a darkness that no one saw coming. Grabbing the nearest blunt object, she smacked the man in the head as hard as she could. The initial blow had been enough for anyone to get away, but instead of running, Kamilė climbed over him and continued to hit him with the object until he was unrecognizable.

When she resurfaced, after a frantic search from her family and the royal police, the Lithuanian Princess spun a tale of complete horror of how the man had “nearly killed her, but she did what she had to in order to survive.” Playing on the emotions of the people around her, Kamilė consumed the attention and took all that she could gain from the pity of her fellow Lithuanians. 

Left to cope with what had happened on her own, while the other kidnapped royals were still missing, Kamilė tried to resume a normal life. For six months, she went about her daily routine, but the trauma from the attempted kidnapping wasn’t what plagued her. It was the urges that were quietly growing inside of her. Urges to feed the hunger of a fresh kill that seemed to keep her tossing and turning at night and had caused slight changes that only those closest to her noticed, like her father.

With word of a village being dedicated solely to the children of royals, especially those who had been kidnapped, opening up, it was then that he decided it would be best that Kamilė were sent to Russia out of concern for her own safety.

Since arriving to Russia, Kamilė has once again gone back to being the loving young woman most people in Lithuania have known her for. However, lying just beneath the surface, underneath the guilt of what she has done, lies a darkness and fascination that’s itching to be scratched again. While she can’t exactly feed her urge, she has found solace in studying the history of past wars, catching up on murder mysteries, and reading about serial killers of the past.

For the most part, Kamilė can keep her temper in check. She appears to be as graceful and poised as they come, aware of how a true princess and future ruler should act. But she does have a strong distaste for rebels knowing that if she could get her hands on another one bad things are bound to happen, but not to her, of course. While she does feel guilty, it's only because she knows if she gets caught she could be in real trouble, but she feels no remorse for taking the man’s life.

Prior to the kidnapping attempt, Kamilė has shown Sociopathic tendencies. At a young age, the woman knew she was different. Most notably when her younger brother broke his arm while they were playing. While her sister ran inside to get help, Kamilė just stood by and watched him cry without making any effort to comfort him. When later questioned about it, she managed to lie and say she was just in shock. From that day forward, she knew she wasn’t like her brother and sister.

Kamilė has a certain routine she has to follow before bed at night and when she wakes up. If someone interrupts that or she is unable to complete her ritualistic routine, things typically don’t end well.

Aside from being highly skilled at manipulating people, she has learned to manipulate herself into submission, especially when it comes to making her family or the people of Lithuania believe something.

While she hasn’t been formally diagnosed as a Sociopath, due to the position she’s in as being the future ruler of an entire country, Kamilė has done her own research and self-diagnosed, knowing that if this information got into the wrong hands, it could ruin her chances at the crown. And if her secret ever got out, she is willing to go to any means necessary to keep it from getting any further, even if that means murder.

Kamilė’s most prized possession is her black stallion horse, Goda. She’s won ribbons and trophies for her skills in horseback riding. But she also finds solace in riding him through the fields of her home country. It’s one of the few times in her life she has peace. However, since coming to Khatanga, she has missed him greatly and is struggling to connect with the horses in the stable.

Since the kidnapping, Kamilė’s knowledge of past wars, criminals, etc. has grown to a scary amount. Her excuse for studying the subject? Preparation for becoming Queen someday, even though it’s a complete lie and more to feed the impulses she’s trying to control.

More to come...

[lubdubsworld]

The unfaithful Wife

Chapter 4

Jiminstayed perfectly still while the car pulled up in front of the daycare and I bit my lips, trying to think of a way to make this work without upsetting Jin Soo. Jimin looked stubborn and angry and somehow, I was being pushed into becoming the guilty party. I didn't know why it hurt so much. But for now, I had to think about Jin Soo.

"It would help if I had just a minute with him.." I tried again and Jimin gave me an impatient look.

"I'm not going to barge in and demand attention and love from him. I know kids need time. I'm not a complete idiot, so don't talk to me like that." He snapped.

I sighed and nodded. He got out of the car and came around to hold the door open for me . When we went in, Jin Soo was the only kid there and Jimin's eyes softened naturally.

"Hey buddy..." He said softly.

"Hi uncle." Jin Soo said brightly, remembering him from yesterday.

Jimin stiffened again. But then he smiled.

"Jin Soo... Do you like toys? Trucks? Guns?" He smiled. Jin Soo's eyes went wide.

"Yes." He breathed, stunned to hear his favorite things in one sentence.

Jimin turned and gave his chauffeur a quick nod who promptly went out.

"Would you like to have a ... Daddy?" He smiled, before sinking down to his knees till he was almost eye level with Jin Soo.

I fidgeted, nervous.

"My Daddy lives in a castle and someday he'll come to meet me." Jin Soo said promptly with a proud smile.

Jimin's breath hitched. He turned to look at me and I looked away. Suddenly his fingers reached out and gently touched mine. I pulled away, scalded. And then realized that he was probably playacting for Jin Soo's benefit.

"I expected that you would have told him he didn't have a father or something.." He whispered, face oddly blank. I stared at him, suddenly feeling very lonely. And hurt.

"Of course not. I wouldn't have kept him hidden forever. I would have told you... someday." I said, realizing as I said it , that it was true. 

"Well, I'm from a castle. And i want to be your daddy.... Can I?" He said, turning to Jin Soo like he hadn't heard my response. Jin Soo looked alarmed, looking at me for reassurance. I'd never felt so torn in my entire life.

"It's... alright... He'll be a nice daddy.." I choked out.

There it was done.

Now no one could undo it.

I felt like i was sinking into a quagmire of regrets already.

Suddenly the chauffeur reappeared, carrying what looked an entire shopping mall worth of wrapped gifts. Jin Soo's eyes went even wider if that was possible.

"I know Daddy hasn't been there for a long time, so i thought I'd make up for it. " He said, reaching out and ruffling Jin Soo's hair before gathering him into his arms. My breath caught in my throat. Resentment rose like a living thing, choking off my airway.

"You can't buy his affection..." I hissed before I could stop myself.

"You have a five year headstart... I deserve this much..." He snapped back.

And it was working, i thought in disbelief watching the way jin Soo's face lit up with excitement as he saw all the packages.

"We can't do this here though. Would you like to come to Daddy's castle?" Jimin said with a bright smile. I felt my breath catch at the sight of it. He still had the most beautiful smile on the planet , I thought miserably. I was doomed. I then kicked myself mentally. Granted it had been five years, but had I forgotten everything he had put me through?? He had wrecked my life.

Feeling a bit more stable, I watched Jimin as he carried Jin Soo out of the daycare while I followed limply, already feeling like the third wheel. Jin Soo was mine, I thought despondently. I'd raised him all by myself. Carried him myself, through a nightmare pregnancy that had nearly killed me. I didn't want to share his love with anyone. Least of all the man who had thrown me away without a second thought. I stared at jimin and tried to understand what was going through his head and failed. It was obvious he wanted to be with his son, seemed to actually care for him but ... he could have another one. With a woman he loved.  

I climbed into the car behind him, watched him as he spoke easily with his son, now together, they looked breathtakingly alike and similar. The same lovely wide smile, enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat and half-moon eyes that sparkled. Jin Soo looked like he belonged with Jimin. Like he'd always belonged with him and i could feel panic build up inside me. I felt like the intruder all of a sudden. Like i was the pnly thing wrong with the picture perfect happiness . 

When the car pulled up to the huge Park Mansion, smack-dab in the middle of Seoul. I felt something very much like nausea creep up my thorat. i had the best and the worst memories of my life here and i'd never once thought I'd be coming back.

Suddenly, Jimin reached out and took my hand in his.

"I've got a different home now. We won't be living here." He said, as though he could read my mind.

I nodded numbly.

Living.

We were going to be living together.

It made no sense.

He hated me. I was supposed to hate him and well, really the entire thing was supposed to be over before it ever began.

"I don't think..." He gave me a look of warning, nodding at Jin Soo and I swallowed my own words. I couldn't talk in front of my perceptive son.

The car drove past the huge Manor and then further into the estate, past rolling meadow, artificial woods and lakes with fauna and flora to rival the world's best . After nearly twenty minutes , we pulled up in front of a modest two-story house, set at the end of the lane.

"You'll have drivers on call at all times. There will be staff to take care of jin Soo and you can drive to your bakery from here." He said briskly, carrying Jin Soo out and directing the chauffeur to bring all the packages in. I hesitated, still feeling like I'd stepped into some sort of an alternate reality. I watched him move and then slowly followed, legs feeling like lead in my shoes.

When I stepped in, the last person I expected to see was Jimin's sister, Jin Hee. I stopped short, heat flooding my face as she stared at me, a mixture of awkward sympathy and concern on her face.

"Min Hee... It's nice to see you.." She said hesitantly and I felt like death. The last time I'd seen her, I'd been branded a prostitute by her mother and kicked out of the house. Bile rose in my throat and humiliation threatened to choke me. Resentment for my husband came in waves. Why on earth was he doing this to me??..

"Please.. don't look so stricken. What's in the past is in the past.... I'd love for us to move on. We were friends back then, weren't we?" She said desperately and I tried not to pull away as she wrapped me in a hug, her arms easily going around me.

"You've become so thin.. Min Hee.." She said disapprovingly and I couldn't trust myself to speak. Suddenly the sound of pattering feet made me lookup and I found myself staring at adorable twin boys, maybe a bit smaller than Jin Soo. Jin Soo too was looking at the newcomers with great interest.

"They're my children. Their father.... well, he isn't in the picture anymore. i stay here with Jimin, i hope you don't mind." She said nervously and I shook my head.

"Of course not.. I.. I won't be here for long anyway..." I stopped when Jimin shot me a glare that could kill.

"She means that we may be going on a honey moon for a few weeks at least. Start fresh." He said loudly.

I tried not to clench my teeth. Honeymoon? Over my dead body...

"That's a wonderful idea. I think you guys .. I mean I've always thought you're meant to be together and well, everyone makes mistakes. What's important is that you love each other and your son, enough to want to move on."

Jin Hee made both of us sound like saints.

I wanted to burst into tears and tell her the truth. That her precious brother had blackmailed me into this.

"We do. By the way, did the designer come?" Jimin asked, standing up and shrugging out of his jacket. I felt my eyes widen as I took in the increased breadth and width of his shoulders and chest, the soft fabric stretching taut against his muscled frame. i didn't have to touch him to know he was probably hard as a rock in all the right places. Even now, he looked every inch the rich, sophisticated CEO that he was.  I felt shabbier than ever considering my own stick thin figure and lank hair.

"Yes. He's left a lot of dresses in the fitting room. Min Hee can try them on..." She smiled brightly.

I frowned.

Try them on?

"I'll take the kids to the play room.." She said brightly and Jin Soo waved cheerfully before rushing away with his new friends, Min Ho and Ji Hoo.

I waited till she was out of earshot before turning to Jimin.

"I don't want you to buy me clothes.." I said automatically and he rolled his eyes.

"They're just some cocktail gown for when we go out in public. "

Public?

"I'm not going to be your trophy wife.." I said angrily .

" If I wanted a trophy wife, I could damn well do better... " He snapped.

I recoiled in disbelief. His sharp tongue had hurt me often during our marriage. Clearly he hadn't changed.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't even mean it.. fuck.. you're beautiful and you don't need me to tell you that anyway." He ran an impatient hand through his hair. " What i meant was that, once we get married some public appearances are mandatory. You'll need nice clothes. I'll try to keep you as far from the public eye as possible but ... sometimes it may be impossible to avoid." He said.

i looked away, tired. I hadn't slept in a long time and the days exhaustion was slowly beginning to creep in. My eyes fell on the unwrapped packages of toys on the floor and i bit my lips.

"you're right. You can give him a lot more than I ever can.." I said quietly, staring at the expensive toys which probably cost more than what I'd make in a year.

Jimin made a noise of impatience and stepped closer, grabbing my shoulders suddenly and forcing me to look up at him.

"I didn't mean it that way... " He said roughly, giving me a little shake.

"I can't compete if you throw your money around.." I said softly.

"It's not a competition... I.. i mean if you look that way, he loves you way more than he would ever love me. i cannot compete with the bond you have with him.. But it isn't a competition... Minnie.. I meant what I said. I want to move on from this and trust me it's difficult for me too. But I just.. it's not about whether we can give him more love or more money ...i just want him to have both. His parents love, a comfortable life and a complete family. He deserves it, don't you think?" He said softly , fingers gently massaging my shoulders. The touch was oddly familiar , soothing and normal. While my mind hadn't agreed my bodily was already getting used to being touched, i thought miserably.

"I didn't sleep with Tae Min." I said without thinking.

Jimin stiffened, hands falling off my shoulders.

"Minnie... "

"I swear I didn't.. I never cheated on you..."

"Enough." His voice was low. Furious. " Don't ever mention his name again. Like I said, I'll forget it, for our son's sake. I won't bring it up ever again. Only if you promise not to either. We can't move on if you keep clinging to that ridiculous story... " He snapped.

I sighed in defeat.

"Minnie... listen to me. This doesn't have to be bad. We can make this work. I swear.. I'm.. I'm sorry about the way I handled things back then. I was upset. I was...hurt. I was young and immature. i should have.. i should have been there for you. I looked for you... For a long time.. But i didn't know you changed your surname. "

"I had to ... to get away from the reporters..." I mumbled.

"I didn't know you were pregnant. didn't even consider it. If I had.. God. .. I swear to God I wouldn't have left you alone. But.. But what's done is done. I can't undo it. Neither can you. So we'll just have to agree to put it all behind us. Start something new, together, We don't have to fall in love again but we can respect each other and like each other enough to do the right thing for our son... can't we?" Jimin appealed.

"Okay." I said finally. Too tired to say anything else. There was just too much baggage between us, for it to ever truly work, i thought miserably. But he was right.

It wasn't really about us was it?

Jin Soo would grow up someday and it would be better if he had a complete family. And it's ridiculous how much a mother can be willing to give up for her son. I felt tears sting. I'd been through hell and back, nearly died ,  giving birth to him.

I'd go through it all over again if it meant giving him the life he deserved.

Even if it meant staying with a husband who believed the worst of me.

"It's getting late. I should be going home." I said nervously glancing at the darkening sky.

"About that. Would you like to stay here the night? We have a press conference in the morning and.."

"No.." I said panicking.

Jimin rolled his eyes.

"There's a guest bedroom .. I'm not going to force myself on you..." He said impatiently.

I stared at him.

"I have to open the bakery at seven." I said softly. He shrugged.

"I'll drive you down there. You look like you're going to collapse any second. Jin Soo's already asleep with his cousins.."

cousins. '

Family. My son had a family now. The one thing that I'd always felt so incapable of giving him. 

"Will you... wake me up at seven then?" I said nervously.

My phone was out of charge. usually my body clock was enough to wake me up but I couldn't rely on it when I was so tired and in a different place.

"I'd have to sleep with you then..." He said casually.

The air between us shifted and I felt my breath catch.

Silence.

"Would it be so bad? To sleep with me again?" He said gently and I looked at him in disbelief. He had changed into a grey shirt that hung loose around his collarbones and I noticed that he still had that little dip over his chest to the left of his shoulder, deep enough to hold water. I'd traced, my fingers,  lips, and tongue over that cleft a million times.

"I think it would be the worst mistake of my life." I said , voice trembling.

He sighed.

"We were so good together. At least in the bedroom. I remember that." His voice was husky and I felt my thighs clench involuntarily. He noticed.

Suddenly he moved towards me, quickly, and he was close, so close, nearly touching as he reached out, wrapped one arm around my waist, around me but not touching me at all and I froze in shock. I couldn't throw his arm off because he wasn't touching me. Even though it felt like he was.

"You'll have to do it. Eventually When we marry. To make the marriage legal. " He hummed , bending low till his breath hit the side of my face. He still wasn't touching me but he was all around me. He was everywhere and the scent of clean male skin and shampoo , the sight of his wet hair so close was driving my inhibitions down, but simultaneously driving my terror up.

"Jimin... don't." I choked out.

"It will be hard. to live here together in the same house...under the same roof. Knowing how good we can be together. Knowing how fucking fantastic we can be together..." He said, voice husky and dripping with promise . i shut my eyes.

"Get away from me. Or I'm calling a cab and getting out of here. " I said voice surprisingly steady. He looked like he'd been slapped.

Silence.

"Fine. I'll back off tonight. But in two days we're getting married. And you're coming back into my life. And my bed. Even if i have you to drag you there. "  He said angrily, Then he turned around and stalked off.

I swallowed.

It was better this way. I was better at dealing with angry Jimin , rather than the one who wanted to start fresh.

The one who reminded me too much of the man I'd fallen in love with once.

[lol-jackles]

What are your thoughts when you heard the J/D & J/G marriage? It felt so rushed.

Jensen/Daneel marriage isn’t rushed, they were ~dating for at least 4 years.  Jensen and Danneel were in their 30s so it was the right time to get married and have kids.  Jensen and Danneel are both from upper middle class background and statistically those people don’t get married and have kids until their 30s.  Misha is from an upper class background of private school education, while he and Vicki married when they were 27 they still didn’t have kids until 10 years later.  Misha was 36 when West was born, and then 38 when Maison was born.    I’ve seen a lot of people scratch their head over Jensen’s choice of spouse, but for me it makes sense when you look at his parents.  Neither of his parents seem to be working and yet they are able to live a comfortable upper middle class lifestyle.  His mom is a trust fund baby from a family of old money.  His dad is from West Virginia working class and is a trophy husband.  Gino (Danneel’s brother) is a chronically unemployed dude with a sugar-mama girlfriend, in other words he’s a (lol) trophy boyfriend.  Danneel and Gino reminds Jensen of his parents and people tend to marry others who are like their parents.

Jared and Gen start dating in fall of 2009, got engaged a year later, and married 4 months later.  It seems rush by elitist liberal standards but Jared is neither an elitist nor a liberal.  Jared has a middle class background and the medium age for Texan men to get married is 28, the age Jared got married.  He tried to get married at an earlier age of 25 with Sandy.  There are people who just know that they want to get married in their 20s, and they may be on to something because researchers have found that people who got married between the ages of 22 and 25 are more likely to describe their marriage as “very happy” than couples who got married in other age brackets.   My theory is the prefrontal cortex — the mature, disciplined, future-planning part — has largely formed, so you’re not as impulsive as you were in your teens.  But it hasn’t completely finished settling yet, so it’s still capable of feeling the kind of intense passion, excitement, comfort with risk-taking, and true high from bonding with others that mark one’s younger years.  It may be this perfect combo of ration and emotion that launches the 20-something to pursue marriage.   When my sisters first entered the professional work force at age 23, they were overwhelmed by their male colleagues in their mid to late 20s who had houses, stable careers, and eager for wives to complete the picture.  My sisters turned down these men, the men then end up marrying slighter older women.  Sound familiar?  Gen is from an upper class background similar to Misha’s so not getting married until 30 is the norm of her background.  Jared came at the right time for her; he’s young, smart, rich, and eager to marry and have kids. 

While modern medical advances have allowed folks to postpone having  children, the reality is that both men and women have a biological clock and having kids gets harder and riskier the longer you wait. Research shows that children of older fathers have increased risks for several physical and mental disorders compared to children of younger fathers.  Jared knew when he was 24 that he has a mental illness and the risk of passing along mental disorder to his children rise when he gets older.  I’m going to throw out a theory that Jared and Gen picked a female gender for their third child because female children statistically have less risk of having mental disorders than male children. 

Edited: Tinhatters make a huge deal about the wives not living in Vancouver  with the Js, except that’s not unusual among mobile economic-rising Americans.  In the cities we see a lot of “mid-week renters” – contractors and salaried employees that work in the city from Monday to Friday and go home on the weekend outside the city, usually in another state.  If hardworking American men and woman don’t want to uproot their families to another state, why would the Js want to uproot their families to another country?  I used to have one of those mid-week renters, he rented my guestroom from Monday to Wednesday, leave Thursday evening after work to go home to his wife in New Jersey, work at headquarters on Friday, and return on Monday; repeat, rinse.  His boss is a woman who worked 12 hours days here from Monday to Friday, went home to her family in Chicago on Friday night and return Monday morning.  This location is just one the stepping stones in her career so she didn’t want to uproot her family from Chicago.  The Js are on set 15 to 18 hours a day.  If the wives and kids live in Vancouver, when are they going to see their husband/fathers?  My mid-week renter usually didn’t get home until 8:30 in the evening at the earliest, sometimes at 10:30 pm.