1. I love how you always make me smile
2. I love how you always make me laugh
3. I love the way you inspire me.
4. I love how cute and adorable you can be
5. I love the kindness that you show
6. I love how I can always be there for you
7. I love how you can always there for me.
8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in
9. I love how open-minded you are
10. I love your gentleness with me
12. I love how you take my breath away.
13. I love thinking about you
14. I love how sweet you make my dreams
15. I love hearing your laughter
16. I love it when you smile
17. I love you still when your angry
18. I love you still when your sad
19. I love you still when you're a mess (though you'll always be beautiful to me)
20. I love the way you feel
21. I love the way you hold my hand
22. I love the way you smell
23. I love gazing into your eyes
24. I love the sound of your sweet voice
25. I love how much you've taught me about life and myself
26. I lo
The guys I lived with had long put their family life behind them and very rarely visited their families at home. They often picked on me about visiting my family during certain weekends like this one. Because it was the weekend, I had decided to drive home to visit my mom and dad for a while. Unlike the guys, I missed them and I don’t get to see them very often, especially ever since I started college. They were happy to see me of course,
The thick browed Brit nodded and reefed through his papers, “Yes, here you go.”
You sighed and smiled at the page of precious knowledge, “Thanks you’re a life saver. I can’t believe I slept through the whole thing.”
Arthur nodded, “I’ve noticed you’ve been quite tired lately. Getting enough sleep?”
“Umm,” you blushed, “no…”
You shook your head.
“I wish,” you said. “It’s Al…”
Arthur turned slightly pink, “Ok, I don’t need to know.”
“Speak of the Devil,” you murmured. “Hey de-.”
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing pest? Get away from my girl.”
Arthur huffed at Al then said to you, “I’ll see you later ___________.”
“_________, we have to train.”
You moaned and pulled the covers over your head, “It’s Saturday.”
A small, “Si…” came from under the covers.
“Hmm?” you said still half asleep.
“Is that Feliciano?”
You managed to crack open your eyes and saw the Italian man hugging you around the waist, sleeping. “Yeah, why?” you said, peeking out from under the covers, not really caring.
His face was red and he was practically vibrating in anger, “Feliciano!”
The poor man practically jumped out of bed. “Ve!”
“Aw, Ludwig,” you said hugging Feli, “be nice.”
“What are you doing sleeping with mein girlfriend?”
Feli shook in fear, “Sh-she w-was warm! A-and I was s-scared to sleep alone!” He was practically crying by the time his explanation was over.
Just as a warning this fic does contain a gay relationship, if you don't like it, please don't read.
''My dad can be, uh...''
Today was the day, today was the day that I was going to introduce my girlfriend to my dad - Levi Ackerman. Yes yes, sounds like the start of a joke but nope, it was really happening. So here I was trying to put into words my dad's horrible attitude that could cause even the most well put together man break down into flood of tears. His bluntness that was downright uncalled for most of the time, and yes his disgusting sense of humour, to say that he was a man of cleanliness his vocabulary was not.
''I think that you should calm down'' Alex spoke as she took my hand in hers intertwining our fingers, I half expected her
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod