seventeen reaction ˚୨୧⋆˚
⋆ hhu ver.
oddly specific details/key points of their relationship with you
cw: sfw, 'girl' is only mentioned once in wonwoo's, mentions a period once, and mentions showering together in mingyu's but it's not sexual, npr!
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ seungcheol
⋆ seungcheol, who refuses to wake you up when he leaves early for practice/schedules, no matter how much you insist that he should.
when you bring it up, he always promises you that he will next time, and in that moment, he really isn't lying! he fully intends on fulfilling your wishes and waking you up to let you know he'll be heading out; in fact, there's nothing he wants more than to selfishly wake you and bid you a proper goodbye each and every morning he has to leave for work. except on the day of, when his alarm rings at nearly six in the morning, his plans change completely. he spends the better part of an hour talking himself up to the grueling task ahead of him, reminding himself that you literally want him to wake you up.
after he's showered, gotten ready, and is moments away from heading out, seungcheol's eyes land on you, face poking out under all the blankets that you love hogging, cheeks smushed and drool gathering at the corner of your lip. that's when he realizes he doesn't have it in him to disturb your slumber, and he probably never will. ultimately, he breaks his promise, settling instead for leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek and a note or text where he expresses his apology and explains that you deserved the rest. secretly enjoys the earful he gets later, and makes it up to you so sweetly.
⋆ seungcheol, who doesn't let you lift a finger when it's not necessary: "don't worry, i'll take care of it."
it doesn't matter to seungcheol that everyone sees him as responsible and reliable—what really matters to him, is that you see it, too. has no problem with you being independent, but he definitely feels a healthy surge of pride at the prospect of being able to facilitate things for you. having you depend on him, or at the very least having you know you can depend on him for anything, is so important to him. no task is too grueling, and babying you is a partner privilege i can't see him not indulging in. the members definitely call him out for it if it ever happens in front of them, but he could not care less.
if your car needs an oil change, he'll go get it done while you're taking a nap so you don't have to worry about it later. if he notices any laundry piling up throughout the week, he'll do it while you run an errand so that you have one less thing to do when you get home. if you want to redecorate or renovate something, he's invested in your ideas, learning how build complicated furniture and polish floor tiles—anything it takes he'll do, as long as it means he can make you happy. very much an 'acts of service' kind of guy.
⋆ seungcheol, who calls everyday to check-in.
it might seem like it's the bare minimum, but when he works the job that he does and is as busy as he is, knowing that he puts time aside to call you throughout the day is so, so meaningful. especially when he's in a different time zone, staying up late into the night or getting before the sun so that he can wish you a good morning/night. always asks if you've eaten, what you're planning to do that day, etc. and he'll talk to you until he's confident that you don't feel neglected in any way. you're never a second thought to him, and he wants to make sure you feel like he's dedicating time and attention to you, even when he's not physically there to do so.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wonwoo
⋆ wonwoo, who replaces all of your favorite things the moment they run out.
the level of attention to detail he has for things involving you is both concerning and extremely endearing. he's so attentive to you and remembers all of the things you like and dislike. at the start of your relationship, it was pretty subtle: keeping your favorite drinks and snacks stocked up at his apartment for when you came over or buying a few pairs of shorts or sweats (since you’re obviously wearing his shirts) for when you’d stay the night. keeps them neatly folded in a drawer for you to wear on days need to cover up a bit more, like if Mingyu is around.
eventually, this evolves into restocking your favorite shampoo and conditioner when he's showered at yours and noticed you're out. same goes for your favorite perfume that's running low, and other house-hold things like your detergent or your favorite candle.
always makes sure you're taken care of during outings—brings hair ties and little battery-powered fans for hot days, and on cold winter days, opens his jacket so you can hug his waist and he can wrap it around you, swaying the two of you side to side. presses his cheek against yours to warm it up or kisses the icy tip of your nose.
⋆ wonwoo, whose love language is ambiguous
not only is he receptive to any love language you may have, he is somehow amazing at giving you all five (regardless of which one is your actual favorite).
gift giving? the most thought-through, special gifts for his special girl, as frequent as he deems necessary, too, because you deserve nothing less. quality time? one of his favorite things is sitting with you in a comfortable silence, making occasional jokes and comments to get you to crack a grin. a smile is his favorite look on you. acts of service? waters your plants, cooks for you, cleans or organizes things just how you like them so that you're at your most comfortable, massages your shoulders and feet after long days, runs warm, scented baths—you name it, he does it. physical touch? scoops you into his lap because he's obsessed with how warm you are, and the way your weight feels on him is so, so infatuating. likes leaving light and airy kisses on your cheek or pressing his lips into the crook of your neck. all of his kisses take your breath away, but the ones on your shoulder where he mumbles soft confessions of love are particularly awe-spiring. words of affirmation? don't be fooled by his quietness—he always has something he's eager to say to you, and if it's to pay you a compliment, there is no restriction to his words. loves telling you just how happy you make him, how pretty you are, how you're his safety-net and his soulmate and all of his favorite things put in one.
⋆ wonwoo, who sets aside time for you
you'd never have to ask him to put a book down or hop off a game. the moment you appear, he's putting everything aside to greet you and hold you and ask how you've been. if you're upset or sad, he'll glue himself to your side until you feel better. he seems like the type of person who feels very deeply for the people he cares about, so it's extremely important to him that you are always feeling your best, for his sake and yours. listens so deeply to your concerns and complaints for any matter—whether it's in an argument and you're sharing your views, or after a bad day at work where you ramble and rant about what went wrong.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mingyu
⋆ mingyu, who is impatient when it comes to you
he's understanding of the fact that the two of you cannot always be together, considering his career and the fact that you're also busy at times; regardless, he has an inability to be away from you for longer than a few hours. it’s endearing, his neediness showing in the form of longing text messages or voice notes where he whines and mumbles, “what are you doing? i miss youuuu,”
his impatience is also evident in person, like how he runs up to the door when he hears your keys jingling because he's that eager to greet you. most of the time if he's cooking or tasting something, you end up tasting the food on his lips because he's never patient enough to wait until he swallows a bite of food before he kisses you.
⋆ mingyu, who is so gentle and thoughtful with you
loves pampering you, whether its by scrubbing your shampoo into your scalp as he sits behind you in a hot bath, or getting up before you to bring you breakfast in bed. most of the time, showering together isn't even sexual; he'll hold you close and mumble soft compliments or talk about his day, wrap you in a towel when you get out, dry your hair for you, apply lotion, whatever your regular routine is— and he truly enjoys every part of it. if he comes home after you've fallen asleep, he'll make sure your phone is plugged in and any alarms you may need are on. finishes any tasks around the house you may have forgotten to do prior to your slumber, like folding clothes you left in the dryer or washing any dishes in the sink.
treats you as if you were made of glass, covering the corners of tables when you walk by or holding your hand while you cross the street. pouts while he takes care of you if you're sick or injured, cooing and bandaging your cuts and scrapes or insisting you take your medicine around the clock and rest (perhaps even excessively... you could have seasonal allergies, and he'll still scold you for wanting to get out of bed).
⋆ mingyu, who dedicates a section of his phone to you
loves candid pictures and loves your face. simple.
there's a hidden photo album on his phone with all the pictures he has of you and with you and there are various playlists dedicated to you, too. any song that reminds him of you is on a playlist with a cheesy name. another playlist consist of songs he knows you like or even thinks you might like. plays these for you on drives where his hand clutches yours and the windows are down.
if you're an individual who gets their period, he has your period tracker on his phone so he can plan accordingly and make sure he's extra sweet to you around that time. has recipes you like/he wants to make for you set aside in a pinterest board or bookmarked on his search page. also keeps your favorite shopping apps with the cart full of things you mentioned so he can get them for you.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ vernon
⋆ vernon, who can't watch shows without you
there's certain tv shows that he completely avoids unless you're there to watch them with him. even if the guys beg him to watch it, he'll refuse and lock himself in his room so there's no chance it might be spoiled. when he's with you though? a few nights of the week, the two of you sit down with snacks and sugary drinks to watch your favorite series together like an old married couple watching their nightly programs.
loves when you you curl up in his lap, both of you wrapped under one blanket with your head resting on his shoulder and his arms circled around you. his gasps and laughs and overall reactions are so loud by your ear but it's adorable and it's such a domestic and comfortable experience. it feels very familiar, and more often than not, both of you prefer this to going out.
⋆ vernon, who rests the best when he's around you
needs his afternoon naps, but specifically, he needs them with you. limbs tangled and light conversation before you drift off that just becomes slurred, pointless babbling. quiet snores and soft breaths take over as the early afternoon hours go by. just the warmth of having you near makes his heart so happy and his rest so fulfilling, especially before practice or after long hours of travelling.
it's a treat to wake up beside him after these catnaps, too. the sleepy features and tousled hair are so very boyfriend, and the way he looks at you when his eyes peek open is so cute.
⋆ vernon, who always tries new things with you
a yes man, any time, all of the time. whether you ask to go on a grocery run at two in the morning or a hike at dawn, he's saying yes. whenever you want to try something new, vernon is your partner in crime and your greatest alliance. he's not only your boyfriend, but your best friend, and it makes everything so fun. always puts a smile on your face, too. he's so goofy and easy going that it's difficult to not feel great around him.
enthusiastic and supportive when you wanna try new hobbies. always asks so many questions so you know he's interested and invested, and will get you any tools or resources you need to excel. trying new foods and restaurants is also high up on the list of things the two of you like to do. he might like keeping a little list of your favorite spots so he can find similar ones to try with you.
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5 ways to say "I love you" without words.
Serial Killer!Miguel O'Hara x Reader
//Multiple Scenarios, Both reader and Miguel are unhinged, heavy Gore, blood, murder, torture, expirements, possessive themes, graphic depictions of wounds, Fluff, Suggestive themes
A/N: This is a collection of scenarios of you and Miguel's married life, heed the warnings
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[Way #1: Gift Giving]
You exhaled a breath of relief once you enter your house, removing your shoes and replacing it with house slippers.
You sigh as you set down your bag and groceries on top of the kitchen counter.
Today's work wasn't that busy but the amount of meetings made you tired. Atleast that pesky co worker wasn't there to harass you to date him.
You look up to the clock seeing it's perfectly time for dinner and a few minutes till your husband comes back from his work. You can't wait to eat and sleep at the arms of your husband.
Gabriella was still at her friend's house, having a sleepover. You chuckled at the memory of her painting his dad's nails. You wonder if she's doing that with her other friends right now.
"Y/N? Are you home?" Miguel called from upstairs.
"You're home early today?" You watch as Miguel comes downstairs to greet you with a kiss while you hung up your coat.
"Yeah, leaked gas occured, and all of us got dismissed early today. How's yours?" Miguel asks as he unloads the ingredients of today's dinner to the counter.
"Well, wasn't that busy aside from meetings." You kissed his cheek as a thank you while you put on your apron.
Miguel smiled as he went back to the living room, wanting to check the news while he waits for dinner.
You nodded and headed to the fridge, but as you opened the fridge, you froze.
There sat a decapitated head of that one pesky co-worker you always told Miguel about, his head was inside a jar full of unknown liquid, his eyes wide open, almost making his eyeballs pop out and his jaw slacked open wide as if he was killed before he could even screamed.
"Miguel!" You called from the kitchen and Miguel arrives a second later.
"Si, Mi amor?"
"You shouldn't have~" You cooed
Miguel smirked at your reaction.
"Surprise" He went closer to you, kissing you on the forehead.
"No wonder my day at work is brighter than usual." You kissed him back on the lips.
"Cualquier cosa por ti mi amor" (Anything for you my love) Miguel smiled.
He's glad that you enjoyed the gift he got for you.
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[Way #2: Acts of Service]
Miguel was at work today while it's your day off today.
Not wanting to feel bored, you decided to clean the house since dust started to gather.
You changed the bedsheets in yours and Miguel's room, dusted the bookshelves, arranged the items of Miguel's home office table, and finally sanitized the kitchen counter.
All of these chores don't compare on what you're about to clean next. All of these chores didn't even made you drop a sweat.
But you know what will.
You prepared your mop, your cleaning chemicals, your mask, and elbow length gloves so you don't inhale or touch unnecessary bacteria.
You bring all these items downstairs until you reach your basement.
You hummed a tune while you opened the basement lights.
On the bed, you saw was a naked woman near your age. Her ankles and wrist were strapped by leather belts into a metallic bed table. Her body is covered in cuts, some dried and caked with blood, while others look like it's been stitched.
The basement got renovated to look like a hospital room, complete with a medical bed, cabinets of surgical equipment, a table by the side, and a bookshelf full of thick medical related books.
An IV was plugged into her arm, keeping her alive, while a monitor next to her shows her heartbeats.
She seemed to be awakened by the harsh bright light and her panicked wide eyes landed to your form.
"Pl-please, I do-I don't know... Who you are but please, help!" Her voice wheezed out, and you could just hear the dryness of her throat.
You ignored her pleas as you headed straight to the table next to the bed, arranged with medical tools like scapels, a kidney tray, and some forceps, but what caught your attention was a cup of empty Starbucks coffee.
You sigh. How many times have you told your husband that there's a trash can for a reason? For a medical type of expirements he's running he doesn't seem to know how to keep a station clean.
You grabbed the coffee cup and swayed it to the face of the lady.
"I swear! He never listened to me when I told him to throw his trashes properly. Husbands amiright?"
You chuckled at the end while you threw the cup away.
The woman seemed to be taken aback by your carefree attitude to the whole situation, talking as if it's just another Friday afternoon.
"Ple-please!" She tried begging again.
"You gott-a to he-help me!"
"'fraid can't do that hun, that's what you get for not teaching your child any manners."
You held yourself back from slapping her.
Miguel took the opportunity to kidnap her at the dead of night, when both of you found out during yesterday afternoon that Gabriella got reportedly bullied by some kid during soccer practice.
He left the kid sleeping on his bed, unaware that his mother was here bleeding out. He also tried to find the father, but found out they were divorced and the dad is living in another state and could only take his child during holidays due to custody reasons.
You and Miguel only met the dad a few times, but he seemed to be a better role model than the mom, so maybe taking her out of the picture will be better for the child.
You turn your back from the woman and decide to clean the floor, which you could see a few dried droppings of blood.
You started to hum again while you pour chemical solutions on the bucket and dipped your mop into it.
"Ple-please I-Im sorry!"
You still ignored her, continuing your moping duty.
Your thoughts start to drift off to what lunch you could make before Gabriella returns from school.
While you drag your mop on the floor, your eyes land on the wall of the basement where you can see framed pictures of your family, and so is a few drawings of Gabi.
Your heart always melts at the sight. How could you get so lucky with a man like that?
"I beg you ple-"
You groaned, getting tired of her incessant whining.
"Look, sweetie, my husband always tells me not to touch with his work, but you're making me break that rule." You said as you turned to face her.
She whimpered, You wonder if she could feel the pain of her wounds, but knowing Miguel, he probably didn't give her anesthetics.
Her hands started wiggling around the straps around her wrists.
"I suggest you stop doing that, Im not a doctor, but you might reopen some of those wounds." You suggested as you put back the mop on the bucket and turned to the wall so you could wipe the framed pictures.
While you back is turned, you didn't notice the straps on her wrist loosened. You didn't notice her sudden silence. You didn't notice her taking the scapel from the table. And you didn't notice her quiet steps towards you.
"You bitch!-" She shouted, and that gave you enough to turn around in surprise and move out of the way, but the scapel still grazed your cheek, leaving a bleeding cut on its way.
You wince from the sudden sharp pain on your face, but there's more important things to worry about, like a naked bleeding wounded lady coming at you with wobbly yet swift steps with a scapel.
You immediately stepped back and grabbed the forceps off the table.
"Fuck you! and your daugh-"
She didn't get to finish that sentence since you drove the sharp end of the forceps to her left eye.
Blood sprayed on you while she screamed loudly from her throat while stumbling back, holding her eye that's still has the forceps dangling from.
You quickly gathered your bearings and ran up to the lady, pulling out the forceps out of her, making more blood spray onto the floor and onto you.
"Don't you dare talk about my daughter!" You angrily spat. The nerve of this woman.
Both you and that woman started to go at each other's throat.
Literally.
You dodge the upcoming scapel that was aimed at your neck and she dodged the forceps too.
You gotta admit, for a heavily wounded woman this bitch got spirit.
"Fuck you!" the woman swung the scapel, cutting a tear from your dress. Dammit Miguel just brought this one for you.
While she moved desperately to kill you, her stitched wounds reopened one by one. Her movements started to become wobbly due to blood loss, but that didn't deter her from leaving another cut to your exposed forearm.
You swinged your forceps to her other neck.
This time you were successful.
You seemed to hit a vein since blood sprayed everywhere, some to your face up to your body.
Her screams sounded bloody while she started to choke on her blood, and her legs started to move backwards, making her trip on her own foot.
She fell backwards, and that seemed to deal with her enough. Her body started swimming with her own blood, and her one eye showed no light.
You started to breathe heavily, the smell of blood with chemicals made your head foggy, so as the event that transpired.
The straps on her wrists seemed to be loosened, and you hated yourself for not noticing it sooner, but right now, anger is still coursing through you. The fact that she tried to talk bad about Gabriella seemed to make you move automatically to her dead body.
dropping the forceps, you kneeled and took the scapel next to her and started stabbing her chest even more. Anger did nothing but blind you that you didn't notice Miguel coming down.
"....amor! I heard screaming what happe-"
You froze.
Shit.
You turned around and immediately stood up, dropping the scapel. You somehow forgot the words of Miguel about touching the expirements.
You looked at Miguel, who froze at the sight of the bloody scene, the while porcelein walls were covered with speckles of blood and the floor wasn't any better.
But his attention was mostly on you, covered with blood all around, especially the new dress he got for you. Your arm and cheek seemed to have cuts but weren't that deep.
Miguel's gaze made you nervous. This is the first time you have broken a rule. You felt nervous about what's to come. It grew more as he started approaching you.
"Mi-Mi-Miguel, Im-im so sorry, I know what you told m-me but-"
Your words were cut off when a pair of strong lips covered yours in a passionate deep kiss.
Your eyes widened at the action, taken a back, but his lips continued to lick and bite yours, the taste blood seemed to spur him on, and you felt something twitch between his legs.
He finally let go of your lips, his eyes looked at you with nothing but admiration, your name fell from hips in whispers, as if calling you like a mantra.
"Oh mi amor, mi amor....You...I...I love you." He breathed out while he smiled down upon you, his hands caressed your face lovingly, and you melt from his touch, relieved that he isn't mad.
Miguel froze at the sight of you since this was the first time he ever saw you covered in blood, he usually does the dirty work but seeing you all bloodied up with a corpse behind you just seems to do something to him.
"How... Did I ever get so lucky to marry you, huh?" His eyes seemed to be still in daze.
You were about to say something but was cut off when you yelp, seeing that he carried you over his shoulder, heading straight back up the stairs and to your bedroom.
Safe to say, that you had to clean both basement and bedroom all over again.
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[Way #3: Quality time]
You and Miguel have been busy with work and "other things" (depends on you how you interpret that.)
So when the weekend came, it was finally time to enjoy each other, especially with Gabriella.
Miguel couldn't wait to pick her up from school to finally bond more without distractions from work.
During the drive, Gabriella excitedly talked about her biology class.
"Oh?, and what did you learn?"
"The anatomy of human beings! Our teacher said we have this upcoming contest, and the best project gets to have their work displayed."
"Project? I can help with that."
"Thanks, Papa! And after that you and Mama have to come with me to see the winner."
Few hours has passed and Miguel and Gabriella were doing the project.
What he didn't expect was it's supposed to be clay.
After buying supplies and planning the entire thing out, Miguel didn't expect to work with clay to be harder than disecting a full-grown adult.
So he did the best thing he could think of.
Call for your help.
Now, all of you three are on the floor, moulding and sculpting organs of the human body. You mould the kidneys, Miguel moulds the heart and Gabi the lungs.
Having a husband that specializes in the human body, he made sure each organ looks the best they can be.
And both you and Gabi think it's too much. The way Miguel stares down at the model of the heart his creating, the way he moulds each aorta, and the way he mixes clay to get the right tone of red. Whatever he's making, it could pass enough to be the real thing, and you know for sure Miguel has experience with the real thing.
Time passes by, and after moulding the kidney, heart, lungs, and other organs you all need a human cutout to place and glue the clay models on.
And what better model for the cutout other than Miguel O' Hara himself.
You and Gabi giggle as Miguel spreads his body out on a flat piece of cardboard, and both of you start tracing an outline of body. After tracing and giggling in the process, Miguel took the responsibility to cut out the cardboard.
After molding more organs, tracing the model and cutting the cardboard. The three of you arranged it accordingly.
Once done, Miguel placed it upon the wall for all of you to see the final result.
"Woah...It looks real," Gabi admired the project.
"Maybe not real. We could put blood on it."
You chuckled at his words, you admired the finished product and the organs done by Miguel looked too real, making it stand out like a sore thumb.
"I'm sure it looks real enough." You mused.
But Gabi seemed to like the idea of blood on her project, you laughed.
Like father like daughter.
So with that, you took the food colouring off the kitchen shelf and gave it to Miguel, who coated the organs with as much red he could put, Gabi cheering him on the process.
The next day came by, and everyone was on school showing off their projects. Once you and Miguel arrived, Miguel puffed his chest in pride when he saw other projects don't compare to the ones you three made.
You were glad Miguel made (threatened) his job to give him a free day so he could attend. While the school staff displayed each work and judges picked the best, Gabi went off to find her friends while Miguel entertained you on criticising the other work done by others, and you can't help but be amused
"Psh, That liver isn't even big enough"
"Tsk, that one didn't even try on the brain."
"Someone get this person a proper reference. That kidney looks like it got murdered. And that's saying something from me." He whispered the last part to you, and you had to cover your mouth to hide your laugh.
Time passed by, and while Gabi sits with her friends, the parents sit at their designated chairs.
The announcer applauded everyone of their hard work (Miguel rolls his eyes) and proceeded to announce the winner.
Everyone applauded as Gabriella's name was announced first place, and you and Miguel excitedly stood up to give her the medal.
Miguel could admit he enjoyed the time he got to spend with both of his loved one.
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[Way #4: Physical Touch]
Miguel is fully aware that he isn't a people person.
Miguel is fully aware his mouth spits nothing but fire to his co workers.
Miguel is fully aware his eyes aren't meant for looking for affection, always set in a permanent glare to whoever looks his way.
Miguel is fully aware that his hands aren't meant for soft caressing and touches.
Yet here he is.
His mouth sings a soft lullaby for the newborn in his arms. Something that he once heard from his mother.
His eyes looked at admiration for your hard work to bring a new life to your and Miguel's already perfect life.
His hands cradled you and his daughter in his arms, his world in just the palm of his being.
He never thought how he would get to this, never thought he could be a better man. Never thought redemption was a thing until you came.
His calloused hand, rough from his work, rough from the murders he committed. As of right now, he used to feed the baby that babbles incoherently at him.
"Si, si mija. Here you go"
In one swoop of his hands, the spoon arrives at the destination of Gabi's mouth, and she babbled happily.
He finds himself smiling, something he thought he stopped doing since forever.
That night, Miguel and you put the baby to sleep, admiring her peacful face, her nose just like his father.
You two prepare for bed, but Miguel wants more time with you. The day has been hectic with work and duty to care for the baby.
During the bath, his hands scrubbed your body gently, contrasting the way he scrubs himself off the blood of his victims.
Miguel dries the both of you off, and after some persuassion, you let him choose your clothes for the night.
That should have been it.
But Miguel is a selfish man, always wanting to get what he wants whenever he wants to.
His hands looked for his phone and automatically played a soft and sensual music.
His hands lead you to dance with him while you chuckle at his invitation. The song progresses, and Miguel leads you to spin, to dip and to sway.
The song progresses even more to a romantic tone, but both of you didn't notice when the two of you were busy touching and caressing each other's naked body.
His hands roamed around yours, his lips kissing each scar and beauty mark he could find. He found all of them,for his eyes memorise the dips and curve and every inch of skin he could caress.
He thought he would never be close to a person this much, sure there were women who warmed his bed. But that's only temporary, temporary feelings and temporary touches that would soon be replaced by another.
This felt different, intimate even. The way you held his both in both your hands after an energy draining night felt different. And his glad its permanent this time.
He has someone to wake up to, look for, touch with and to talk to.
And with Gabi in the image?
He couldn't ask for more.
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[Way #5: Words of Affirmation][this has inspiration from Corpse Bride]
Large church bells, a grand cathedral, bountiful amount of guests, a three layered cake.
And don't forget the Bride and Groom.
This day was the day you felt true happiness. You felt as if the world did revolve around you, at least just for this day.
People watch in awe as you walk down the aisle, a flower girl leading you in, leaving pink colored petals on the floor.
Your dress flows behind you eloquently. Your veil hides your face, but everyone knows you're the happiest you could be.
You look forward, and you see your soon-to-be husband, standing by the altar, watching you with awe more than the guest, and his eyes speak of emotions no great poetry could describe.
Everything that transpired that day felt like a blur.
You said your vows, and he said his
The priest declared both of you husband and wife, and Miguel didn't waste time holding your veil and gently yet swiftly put it behind you and kissing your lips.
Reception came in, and it was time for you and Miguel to have you a moment by dancing together and cutting the cake.
Miguel would sometimes mingle with other guests but would mostly stay by your side and you did the same.
You both had fun dancing, eating, talking, and throwing the bouquet as you and Miguel drove off to your honeymoon place.
That was a year ago, and now both you and Miguel are placing boxes on top of boxes in your new home. Where memories could grow.
After your honeymoon phase, Miguel surprised you with his own wedding gift, a house both of you could live in, three rooms, an island type kitchen, a backyard and a basement, You couldn't ask for more.
More years passed by, and you felt yourself living the dream.
But something feels off.
You would sometimes blame it on the passing of the honeymoon phase, but it feels bigger than that.
He would come home normal.
Tired but normal.
But instead of going to the bathroom to freshen up, he would head to the basement.
At first, you brush it off, thinking he was redecorating the basement to his liking of some sort. You asked him about it, but all he said was for you not to go down due to dangerous equipment.
But now you feel like as if you're missing something. Something that tells you that your husband isn't saying something to you.
You first feared that maybe he was cheating, but after making sure, he doesn't go home late, and if he does, he would tell you, second, there's no foreign smell of perfume or a stray lipstick mark. Third, you trust him, perhaps as deep as the pacific ocean and he trusts you too.
You decided maybe he's still renovating the basement and doesn't want you to see and wanting it to be a surprise.
Headaches start to form when you think about it deeply so once again you brushed it off.
Until one night.
You and Miguel were sleeping in your bedroom.
Until you thought Miguel was sleeping.
Your body jerked away when you heard a distant scream of a woman downstairs.
It was loud and sounded desperate.
You felt scared and it increased more when you didn't see your husband next to you.
The screams would continue, and you got concerned. You put on a robe to cover yourself and head downstairs cautiously. You quickly head to the kitchen to grab a knife in case something bad happened.
You start to notice the screaming would continue down to the basement and you hesitated.
Your husband isn't with you, there's a woman screaming and he told you not to go down.
But more pressing matters made you ignore that rule and went downstairs, clutching the knife tightly.
You winced at the volume of the screams, and the more you descend, the more the screams sounded choked.
But all that attention to the sound was immediately thrown out the window when the sight in front of made you freeze.
There stood Miguel slicing and cutting a woman alive, her torso covered in so much bloof you don't know which cut it orignated from. Her eyes are bloodshot and wide, and her throat sounds choked from the screaming.
The basement seemed messy with empty boxes scattered and the walls covered in dirt, grime, and dried blood. The odour didn't help much since all you could smell was iron and rotting bodies.
He seemed to be focused on what he's doing, and you didn't realize that the woman was an ex of Miguel who started bad mouthing you when she found out you two got married.
"te mereces esto perra" (you deserve this you bitch) you hear him murmur himself over the choking woman.
Yet your focus was still straight to your husband, who seemed to not notice your presence. His face held anger you had never seen, his eyebrows turned down, and his mouth formed a deep frown.
The woman seemed to die when her screams suddenly went to a full volume to wet chokes, and then finally nothing. Yet you felt no remorse for some reason, no guilt when you realized your husband killed a person.
"Mi-Miguel?" You stammered, testing the waters.
Miguel's body jerked up as if he got electrocuted. His body turned immediately to face you, and he froze.
"Mi-mi-Vida...." He stammered, his body shaking in horror as if he was the one who found you killing someone instead of him.
"Miguel...I-"
"Kill me."
"Wha-what?"
You paused, taking in his words. You realized his eyes were set on the knife you were grasping.
"No I-"
"I... You...Mi Vida, you weren't supposed to see this, I..."
"Mi amor if it makes you feel better, please." He shouted, and you froze, confusion set in on you when he demands for you to kill him.
You waited for him to finish.
"Listen, I-I know you're confused, but por favor...." He seemed to be holding back tears
"Don't leave me, please... You can kill me, report me to the police but please don't leave me mi amor.."
You didn't say anything, but your feet find themselves walking straight to Miguel.
Miguel's eyes seemed to beg you. He never wanted you to find this side of him, and if you did, he swore to never forgive himself. You were the best thing to ever happen to him. You accepted his perfection so as his flaws, but he fears you will never accept this. He can handle being killed by hands, thrown behind bars by your order, but you leaving him? He couldn't bring himself to accept that.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, mi vida, just please kil-"
His words were interrupted when he felt a pair of lips pressing onto him, your hands on each side of his face. Feelings and promises seemed to fill out from that kiss, and he couldn't help but melt.
After a while, you paced back a bit letting go his lips, and he held himself back from grabbing you again.
"Do you... Do you remember our vows?" You asked as you grasp both of his large hands on your palm and carresed the wedding ring. The knife long forgotten on the floor.
He seemed to pause for a while. You don't seem to be scared nor hesitant to talk to him. Which is good.(?)
"Y-yea..."
You chuckled.
"Well...Do you remember when I said."
"I, Y/N L/N will promise to take all weaknesess and make them your strengths, I promise to take your soul either be it perfect...."
"....or flawed." Miguel finished the sentence for you. His eyes seemed to glisten with tears. And you smiled. it seems like he remembered
Everything felt as if it's your wedding all over again. This time, it was in a basement with a dead body. But just like your wedding, both of you only focused on each other and nothing else. His eyes find yours, although a bit blurry from the tears his holding back he still looks at you, and you look at him.
"Y/N...." His eyes bore into you with a longing gaze, His hand took your hand with the ring.
He paused for a while, seeming to take in everything, and you watched him with tears already flowing down.
"With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup shall never empty for I will be your wine...." He paused for a moment. He felt a tear coming down while yours started streaming slowly but surely.
".....With this candle, I will light your way to darkness...."
"With this ring... I ask you to be mine."
His hand lifted yours to kiss your ring, after, he lifted his head,awaiting your answer.
Your words are choked due to the tears flowing down, and Miguel smiled widely at you.
"I-I do.." You continue to cry happily.
Miguel didn't waste time lifting you up to his height and kissed your lips as deeply as he can, both of you closed your eyes, and tears were streaming down. Everything felt like your wedding day, except this one felt lighter, even better. A weight on his shoulder has been lifted with you.
The two of you always find different ways to say "I love you" without words.
The End
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In words laden with affection and warmth, Prince Philip told the then Princess Elizabeth how he had fallen in love with her 'unreservedly.'
The letter, written in 1946 — a year before their wedding — was among several revealed in Philip Eade's 2011 book Young Prince Philip: His Turbulent Early Life.
The Duke of Edinburgh, who has died aged 99, told the Princess how falling in love with her so 'completely' had made his personal troubles and even those of the world 'seem small and petty.'
He also found it difficult to put his feelings into words, describing in another message after they had spent time together how he felt incapable of 'showing you the gratitude that I feel.'
And he told the Queen Mother in the year of her daughter's wedding to him how 'Lilibet was the only thing in this world, which is absolutely real to me.'
Love letters
Philip served in the Royal Navy during the Second World War and saw active service against German, Italian, and Japanese forces.
The Greek prince's early life was also marked by upheaval — he escaped his home country as a baby by being hidden in a makeshift cot made from an orange box.
So his words were filled with meaning when he told Princess Elizabeth in 1946 how his love for her made all his past struggle — and the horrors the world had just been through — seem trivial by comparison.
He wrote:
'To have been spared in the war and seen victory, to have been given the chance to rest and to re-adjust myself, to have fallen in love completely and unreservedly, makes all one's personal and even the world's troubles seem small and petty.'
Three years earlier, Philip had spent Christmas at Windsor Castle.
Princess Elizabeth was said to be animated in a way 'none of us had ever seen before,' her governess, Marion Crawford, wrote.
Writing to her after seeing her again in July, Philip wrote of the 'simple enjoyment of family pleasures and amusements and the feeling that I am welcome to share them.'
'I am afraid I am not capable of putting all this into the right words and I am certainly incapable of showing you the gratitude that I feel.'
The same year, he apologised for the 'monumental cheek' of turning up to Buckingham Palace uninvited.
'Yet however contrite I feel, there is always a small voice that keeps saying "Nothing ventured, nothing gained,"' he wrote.
'Well did I venture, and I gained a wonderful time.'
And in a letter to the Queen Mother two weeks after his wedding to Princess Elizabeth in November 1947, Philip expressed his vision for their time together.
He said:
'Lilibet is the only thing in this world, which is absolutely real to me, and my ambition is to wield the two of us into a new combined existence that will not only be able to withstand the shocks directed at us but will also have a positive existence for the good... Cherish Lilibet?'
'I wonder if that word is enough to express what is in me. Does one cherish one's sense of humour or one's musical ear or one's eyes?
'I am not sure, but I know that I thank God for them and so, very humbly, I thank God for Lilibet and us.'
Public speeches
The pair's wedding, attended by an array of foreign kings and queens, captured the public imagination in the austere post-war days of November 1947.
The newly-weds were called the Fairy Princess and Prince Charming.
After honeymooning at Broadlands, Hampshire, home of Lord Mountbatten, and at Birkhall on the Balmoral estate in Scotland, Princess Elizabeth and the Duke of Edinburgh stayed at Buckingham Palace until renovation of their new home, nearby Clarence House, was completed in 1949.
And in the years since then, both Philip and the Queen have spoken of each other with affection in public.
In a 1997 toast during the couple's 50th wedding anniversary, he said:
'I think the main lesson that we have learned is that tolerance is the one essential ingredient of any happy marriage.
It may not be quite so important when things are going well, but it is absolutely vital when the going gets difficult.
You can take it from me that the Queen has the quality of tolerance in abundance.'
She said on the same evening that Philip had been her 'strength and stay all these years.'
'I, and his whole family, and this and many other countries, owe him a debt greater than he would ever claim, or we shall ever know,' she added.
In 2002, at her Golden Jubilee Speech, the monarch said of her consort:
'The Duke of Edinburgh has made an invaluable contribution to my life over these past fifty years, as he has to so many charities and organisations with which he has been involved.'
And, during her Diamond Jubilee address to Parliament in 2012, the Queen said to her husband:
'During these years as your Queen, the support of my family has, across the generations, been beyond measure.
Prince Philip is, I believe, well-known for declining compliments of any kind. But throughout he has been a constant strength and guide.'
Private moments
Philip was there for the Queen when her father, King George VI, died in February 1952.
Only six days before her father's death, the then Princess and Philip had embarked on their tour of Australia via Kenya.
According to Eade in his book, Philip said of the days following the King's death that 'there were plenty of people telling me what not to do.'
He added:
'I had to try to support the Queen as best I could without getting in the way. The difficulty was to find things that might be useful.'
And according to an anecdote told by Queen Alexandra of Yugoslavia, Philip is said to have told the Queen when recalling their first meeting in 1934 that — 'you were so shy. I could not get a word out of you.'
Mischievous Philip is also said to have joked to his wife on the day of her coronation in 1953 — when she was wearing the 17th-century St Edward's Crown — 'where did you get that hat.'
Elizabeth II (21 April 1926 – 8 September 2022)
Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh (10 June 1921 – 9 April 2021)
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