“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.” / blueberry muffin tea / ✿
“ i want to spend the night with you tonight. but i also want to sleep on your side. and without you on the bed. so technically i just want your bed. ”
“ wow, alright -- so the whole time, you were just using me to get to my mattress topper ?? ” theo mock huffed, turning his head away from alex and crossing his arms over his chest. “ i can’t believe i’m not even being used for my body. this is a new low for me. but also... my mattress topper is real nice and comfy. ” leaning closer, he lowered his voice to a whisper, as if he was telling a secret. “ i would do anything for it, too. ”
blueberry-muffin tea: tell me a memory which makes you smile
“ the first time we performed together as a boyband is actually super fresh in my mind. i remember feelin’ such a rush, being so excited and grateful that we could do something so cool. and damn, al, i was just blown away by your voice. i still am, like, literally every time i hear it. oh !! and after the show, we hung out and talked for a while, and that was the greatest, too. i remember thinkin’ that you have a wonderful face, voice, and soul. ”
[ ✿ ] my muse attempts to cook dinner for your muse
“ i wish i had the energy to make you something better than hot pockets, but i’m just so wiped out, ” theo sighed, leaning against the convection oven where said hot pockets were cooking. as always, the annual talent show was amazing and exhausting; just like every other year, he and alex had a little dinner together afterwards. usually, he actually cooked something, but he didn’t trust himself in this state. “ well, at least there’s tons of junk food and good company. ” gesturing to the bags of chips and then to alex, he grinned. and then paused. he hadn’t actually looked at the hot pockets in a little while now. “ oh, shit !! it’s time to pull them out. ”
