#fun fact i apparently wrote two halves of this like a month ago

[caswellseyes]

string lights and sleepovers

okay so once upon a time, like literally ages ago, i reblogged this fun prompt list and wrote all but one prompt i was sent. then Stuff Happened irl and i kind of stopped writing for a little bit entirely, which was not great, but i'm back now!

this is for @michelangelinden, who requested  “you looked pretty lonely in there, how about a sleepover in my room tonight?” for willex! i'm sorry it took so long, but i hope you like it! the full thing is over on my ao3, i'll put a link in the reblogs!

Sometimes, when it’s late at night, Alex stares at his wall and wonders when his wallpaper will come to life.

Okay, it sounds weird when you say it like that. He’s not a young woman on bed rest in a Gothic story, after all. Wallpaper coming to life doesn’t tend to happen often. Not to him, at least. No, what Alex means is just that sometimes, he can’t sleep even though he knows he should, and instead of letting himself freak out about that too much, he rolls to his side and starts a staring contest with the fake bricks on his wall and imagines them coming loose one by one and building a tiny castle around his bed so he’ll never have to leave again. 

See? It sounds at least a little bit less concerning like that. Maybe. Hopefully.

A light knock on the door startles Alex out of his thoughts. He blinks. Looks like the wall wins that round.

Alex sits up and turns toward the door, looking at the silhouette standing in the door opening.

“Hey,” Willie says, voice pitched low. He sounds sleepy, leaning against Alex’s doorframe. Looks sleepy, too, with his hair gathered in a loose braid and his sleep clothes rumpled. “You okay?”

“Sure,” Alex replies automatically. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Even in the dim lighting of his bedroom, Alex can see the eyebrow Willie raises at that. It makes him smile. Willie always sees right through him.