#tee tag

Molina Family Movie Nights are always a highlight of Willie’s week, because of course they are, but he has to say that the best part by far is Alex-cuddles.

Every Saturday night, the whole extended family - found family, really, but who needs semantics - piles into the living room, spends at least twenty minutes bickering about what to watch, and eventually settling down into their not-technically-assigned-but-definitely-important-seats.

Ray, squished into the armchair with Carlos, holds the remote. Julie, Luke, and Reggie get one couch, and Flynn, Carrie, and Bobby get the other. There’s one more chair for anyone who’s visiting - Nick, or Kayla, or sometimes Tia Victoria - and Alex and Willie somehow always end up on the floor.

Not that that’s a bad thing. As they’ve already said, cuddle floor time with Alex is Willie’s favorite part of movie night. The coffee table gets pushed out of the way, and the entire space between the couches is covered with almost a foot of blankets and pillows to make sure it’s nice and cozy. They always start sitting up, leaning against the couch, but by the end of the night they’re always lying curled together on the ground.

Honestly, Willie has no idea how it happens, but - again - he’s definitely not complaining.

And he’s especially not complaining when the kids pick one too many movies after Ray goes to bed and all end up falling asleep before the credits roll, because that means Willie gets to wake up in Alex’s arms, and that’s… yeah. That’s good.

The sun’s barely up, so Willie has no idea what woke them up, and a sleepy glance around tells him that everyone else’s still asleep. Including Alex.

They shuffle around, trying to stay quiet, and snatch a blanket off the pile to his side. He loves this house more than anything else in the world, but it gets cold at night.

Finally settled comfortably under the blanket, Willie wraps both arms around Alex’s waist and nuzzles closer into his chest, pressing their nose into his neck to try and warm it up.

Alex flinches and makes a sleepy, whiny sound.

Willie pulls back to stare at him, then slowly leans in and pokes his nose into the underside of Alex’s chin.

“Wills,” Alex whines in a mumble. “Th’t’s cold.”

They snort quietly. “It’s cold, hotdog?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry. Is this cold?”

He twists one leg to press their ice-block toes to the bottom of Alex’s foot, giggling breathlessly when Alex screws his face up and pulls away.

“Willllllls,” he draws their name out, “wh’t’re y’doing.”

“What am I doing?”

Alex nods.

“I’m being mean to you, Lexi.”

Alex nods again.

“Really mean. ‘Nd cold. Go back to sleep.”

He doesn’t give them a chance to answer before he pulls Willie further into his chest, burrowing his face in their shoulder and holding tightly enough that Willie can feel their hearts beating in sync.

“Love you,” Alex mumbles into his neck.

Willie softens, feels himself flush. “Love you, too, ‘Lex. Sleep well.”

“G’night.”

When the two of them finally get up several hours later and drag themselves into the kitchen to help the others make chocolate chip pancakes, Flynn cheerfully presents them with one already on a plate. Chocolate chips are across one side in neat letters, spelling “Cold?”

Carrie glares at them on her way past.

“Next time, just get a fucking blanket. Nobody needs to be hearing your dumb love confessions at five fifteen in the morning.”

Alex turns so red so fast Willie’s genuinely concerned about him. Despite the way they can feel their own blood rushing to his face, they grin teasingly at Alex and wrap both arms around his shoulders.

“Aw, babe, you love me?”

Reggie throws a pancake at them.