#actually u know hes hitting it raw since yall r grocery shopping together

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domesticity with colt is him filling a jar with pink skittles that he had to meticulously pick out because he knows that those are your favorite (and that you like them for the aesthetic). it’s him having an album of pictures he’s taken of you when you’re not ready (washing the dishes or hyperfixated on the tv) and you think you look goofy in all of them but he swears (and believes) that you look absolutely beautiful. it’s you always being a passenger princess but still always wanting to place your order at the drive thru speaker (even though he knows all your complicated orders by heart). it’s him ignoring the way you dig your palms into his thigh trying to keep yourself upright, and he knows the employee must think you two are obnoxious, but all colt can do is stare at you with heart eyes. it’s the way in every photo taken of you two together, he’s never looking at the camera; he’s looking at you. it’s him sprinting, nearly slipping on the ice on the pavement and breaking his ankle, because you beat him to the car but he still wanted to open the door for you. it’s spending a sunday afternoon together, grocery shopping in target, and he’s pushing the cart (because you know you’ve got a boy down bad if he’s doing this). it’s you accidentally getting little egg shells in the scrambled eggs you make him, and he’s telling you (with a smile) “that’s ok, babe, i like the extra crunch”. its asking him insane hypotheticals to gauge his loyalty, and he passes with flying colors every time. it’s your “what if the hot bartender offers you free drinks because she thinks you’re cute and wants you to herself”, and it’s his “im telling her i made a vow of sobriety and i’m never drinking again”. it’s love that’s so simple and pure and all yours.