[FIC] What I Love About Him
Title: What I Love About Him
Author: vixenfreya
Pairing: akame
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The guys aren’t mine
Summary: He is everything.
WARNING: Loaded with cheese and bacon…^^,
A/N: Short and cheesy… Hope you’ll enjoy reading! =] Un-betaed and written when my eyes are almost close in sleep, so expect a lot of errors.
- = - What I Love About Him - = -
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He is everything.
I love his face. I love his smile. His smile always makes me smile too. I love the way his eyes sparkle whenever he thinks of something mischievous to do or to say. I love his hair, I love running my fingers through each short tendrils that is smooth and shiny. I love how his hair smells so damn good as if he just took a bath. I love the way he looks at me as if he’s forever teasing me for being me. As if he knows what I’m thinking and what I’m about to do.
I love his hands, that hands I know so well. The same hands and arms that held me every night after we made love. I love his scent, the way I could still smell him even when his miles away from me. I love the way he look stupid and awkward, with his tall, lanky frame and his poor posture. I love the way his clothes clung onto him like they were made to be worn by someone as thing as he is. I love his voice that always reassures me that everything is going to be all right.
I love his unpredictable mood swings. Sometimes his too jolly and too hyper and so everywhere and sometimes he lock himself up in a place only he could go to. I love his generosity and carefree attitude about life. I could safely say, I learned to be less inhibited because of him. I love the way he scold me about being a commitment - phoebe when he isn’t aware that he is the biggest commitment - phobic I know. I love how he thinks that everything would fall into place even if they don’t. I love his passion for things I don’t understand. I love the way he loves the people around him, how he gives warmth and importance. I love how he thinks of himself as a nobody, where in fact, his pretty and popular and well liked. I love how he takes his responsibility seriously, how he manages to be a good friend, a good son and a good person all at the same time.
I love the way he gets mad at me for petty things. How he got jealous of other people that he thinks, ‘might take me away’ from him. I love the way he tells how I’m the stupidest person he knows, when we both know [and without bragging] that I’m hell of a lot smarter than him when it comes to academics. I love the way he lets me scream at him all I want and he never gets mad. I love how he tells me to stop drinking when he himself is a walking beer keg. I love the fact that he calls at unholy hours of each day, just to make sure I’m still alive. I love how he drops by at any time of the day or night… or come to think of it, anytime at all, just to say “Hi” and make me coffee because I’m too stupid to make one for myself. I still love the fact that he attempts to come over even if he’s no longer allowed to.
I love the fact that we could sit beside each other or lie down together and not say anything but understands everything.
I love a lot more things about him. I love him for what he is and what he is not.
He is my everything…
- = - END - = -
A/N: Nope. This is not a sequel to My Revenge or My Love. The sequel is still in progress. Anyway what you think about this? Did you enjoy it? Can you guess who’s POV is this? Lots of hugs and cookies for the one who’ll guess it right. Comments are loved and definitely appreciated. Thanks for reading! Ja ne!
Author: vixenfreya
Pairing: akame
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The guys aren’t mine
Summary: He is everything.
WARNING: Loaded with cheese and bacon…^^,
A/N: Short and cheesy… Hope you’ll enjoy reading! =] Un-betaed and written when my eyes are almost close in sleep, so expect a lot of errors.
- = - What I Love About Him - = -
- = - = -
He is everything.
I love his face. I love his smile. His smile always makes me smile too. I love the way his eyes sparkle whenever he thinks of something mischievous to do or to say. I love his hair, I love running my fingers through each short tendrils that is smooth and shiny. I love how his hair smells so damn good as if he just took a bath. I love the way he looks at me as if he’s forever teasing me for being me. As if he knows what I’m thinking and what I’m about to do.
I love his hands, that hands I know so well. The same hands and arms that held me every night after we made love. I love his scent, the way I could still smell him even when his miles away from me. I love the way he look stupid and awkward, with his tall, lanky frame and his poor posture. I love the way his clothes clung onto him like they were made to be worn by someone as thing as he is. I love his voice that always reassures me that everything is going to be all right.
I love his unpredictable mood swings. Sometimes his too jolly and too hyper and so everywhere and sometimes he lock himself up in a place only he could go to. I love his generosity and carefree attitude about life. I could safely say, I learned to be less inhibited because of him. I love the way he scold me about being a commitment - phoebe when he isn’t aware that he is the biggest commitment - phobic I know. I love how he thinks that everything would fall into place even if they don’t. I love his passion for things I don’t understand. I love the way he loves the people around him, how he gives warmth and importance. I love how he thinks of himself as a nobody, where in fact, his pretty and popular and well liked. I love how he takes his responsibility seriously, how he manages to be a good friend, a good son and a good person all at the same time.
I love the way he gets mad at me for petty things. How he got jealous of other people that he thinks, ‘might take me away’ from him. I love the way he tells how I’m the stupidest person he knows, when we both know [and without bragging] that I’m hell of a lot smarter than him when it comes to academics. I love the way he lets me scream at him all I want and he never gets mad. I love how he tells me to stop drinking when he himself is a walking beer keg. I love the fact that he calls at unholy hours of each day, just to make sure I’m still alive. I love how he drops by at any time of the day or night… or come to think of it, anytime at all, just to say “Hi” and make me coffee because I’m too stupid to make one for myself. I still love the fact that he attempts to come over even if he’s no longer allowed to.
I love the fact that we could sit beside each other or lie down together and not say anything but understands everything.
I love a lot more things about him. I love him for what he is and what he is not.
He is my everything…
- = - END - = -
A/N: Nope. This is not a sequel to My Revenge or My Love. The sequel is still in progress. Anyway what you think about this? Did you enjoy it? Can you guess who’s POV is this? Lots of hugs and cookies for the one who’ll guess it right. Comments are loved and definitely appreciated. Thanks for reading! Ja ne!