🥰 “compliment your s/o, just absolutely gush about them.”
Aw man.. I- I don’t really know where to start. I’ve never really been good with words, and I get even more mixed up around her. Somethin just comes over me Yknow? She’s not the best with them either- but that’s where it starts I guess? We don’t need to speak clearly 100% of the time ‘cause we just get each other. I could go off sayin some nonsense and she’d reply back at the same level and that’d be that. It’s nice to have someone who doesn’t constantly look at you like you’re the aliens from a Jupiter Jim movie. (Though we do kinda look like them- but that’s not the point-) and speaking of the way people look at me: I don’t think she knows how much the way she smiles when she sees me makes me feel just so.. feely? But not in a bad way! It’s almost like the room gets brighter yknow? I can’t help but smile back. Seeing the Sun was never trouble when she’s around. Everything about her is cozy. I don’t know if I’m warm or cold-blooded but all I do know is how much I want to be around her. Holding her, playin video games, even working out with me! I mean, Babs’ still not as trained as I am but somehow it always turns into a competition and if I’m being honest it’s made it a lot more fun (but I think she’s caught on to me lying about my reps when she gets leaves for a second- ) . She cares a lot about what I like.
It’s crazy. I’m crazy- I’m crazy for her.
👀 “what’s your favorite feature of your s/o?”
Her shoulders... are always good to lean on. It’s even better after a long day and she lays her head on mine too- or I’ll go behind and wrap my arms around her with my chin resting on them. Heh, sometimes I might even get a kiss on the cheek 👉👈
😳 “what’s something you s/o does that flusters you?”
When we first got together there wasn’t anything they could do that wouldn’t make me blush, nowadays I think I’m more prepared but Babs just goes and finds another way- But one thing that always gets me is when she’ll grab my hand, maybe we’re just standing close or sittin together, but just holding it gently, running her fingers along mine.. and she’d kiss the smaller spikes on my shoulder with the same softness and I’d turn a darker shade than my bandana and have to cover my face with my free hand just to try and make my heart stop beating as fast and-- the first time she did that I couldn’t stop thinking about it for a week, replaying the same “I love you” over an’ over again. My brothers swear I had a fever