#i need to build a pillow fort and cuddle with someone in a giant pile of blankets pls

[theygender]

Part of me hates that the norm for beds is to have a sheet and a bedspread which are both tucked in and neat bc I think it's human nature to want to lay in an entire pile of soft blankets and wrap them around you as you see fit. Nothing is more comforting than being partially burritoed in one blanket with another blanket covering your lower half and a third blanket covering your upper half while surrounded by three other blankets in case you get cold and need backup

[stilloutofmyvulcanmind]

May Flowers Challenge Day 5

Prompt: “I’ll take the couch” requested by Anon

Pairing: Batmom & Batboys

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: None

“It looked a lot bigger online. Great choice, ma.”

Shooting Jason a look, he quickly shut up and lost the smirk. He wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t need it pointed out either. The cabin you’d booked for this weekend wasn’t technically small by most standards, but with you plus four boys, two bedrooms were hardly enough. The website had said four bedrooms, and in the photos, they’d all looked amazing, but now you were here, the space meant to be making up the final two rooms...was completely empty. No beds, no blankets, not even a rug. Just bare wood. 

“B’s gonna be pissed when you tell him,” Dick chimed in, standing next to you in the doorway that looked into one of the despairingly empty spots. 

“Yep.”

“What do you want to do?”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. What did you want to do? It was an impromptu trip sure, so it wasn’t like you had a months-long worth of hope dashed, but this was the first time you’d gotten the boys away in forever, and who knew when Gotham would be quiet enough again? You’d just wanted to spend a couple of days with your sons someplace open and quiet where they could fish and swim and relax for once in their lives. 

Dammit, you didn’t stay married to the Bat with no stubborn streak.

“We’ll make do with what we have,” you said, turning back to face the living room and the rest of the boys. “You four take the bedrooms, work out yourselves who you want to share with. I’ll take the couch.”

Immediately there was a chorus of objections against the plan, all of them centring around you not having a bed. Holding up a hand, you silenced them. “There’s four of you, and one of me.”

“One of us could share the bed with you,” said Jay.

“We’ll take it in turns,” Tim added.

You smiled. “I’m not going to make any of you choose who gets the bed and who doesn’t. I’ve slept in far worse places, as you all know, and I’m perfectly capable of crashing on a couch for two nights. That’s final.”

None of them look convinced, but they also knew better than to continue arguing.

“Alright. C’mon, let’s get the stuff in from the car. We’ve got the day to enjoy.”

And it was a great day. 

The weather was perfect for the trip. Sunny and warm it meant they could spend as much time outside as they wanted. You took up a spot on the patio with a cold glass of lemonade and a book you’d bought months ago and had yet to start. Though truth be told, you still didn’t actually get much reading done, instead only pretending to so you could watch your boys.

Jay was sitting under a tree by the lake, whittling away at a discarded piece of wood he’d found. 

Damian was in a similar position, though he was laying on the grass, binoculars raised and occasionally scribbling down notes as he bird watched. 

Tim was in the lake, floating on his back as he enjoyed the summer day.

Dick...was being Dick. He found the highest tree closest to the lake as possible and triple back-flipped into it, startling Tim from his relaxation and causing a water battle to erupt.

You couldn’t remember the last time any of them had looked so contented and it was difficult to tear your eyes away, wanting to commit every second of it to memory. With what you all did, every single day was a danger, and you knew all too well that any day could be the last for any of you. Looking back at Jason, your heart-ached. It had been years but that was still a pain you felt too keenly. So having them now, like this, it was what all of you needed, you thought. Your only wish was that Bruce had been able to come to, but someone had needed to stay behind in Gotham. You’d made him promise that he’d do something similar with you soon though.

Night came around, and the boys decided that they were going to build a campfire to cook food over. It took longer than necessary with all the bickering over how to do it right, but eventually, they got there and the food was finally cooked. It certainly wasn’t up to Alfred’s standards, but it was pretty damned good. It was discovered that neither Tim or Damian had roasted marshmallows before, so you were treated to the sight of watching Jason and Dick take it upon themselves to give a tutorial. It went surprisingly well. Dick only came close to catching fire once. Which really was a miracle.

Every so often though, one of them would disappear back inside, claiming a bathroom break or they just wanted to get a drink. But you knew them better. They were up to something.

That something was revealed when it finally got cold enough to call it a night and you headed back in.

The living room had been transformed. The couch and armchairs had been hidden, masked by what looked to be all the blankets in the place, propped up and placed perfectly to create a-

“A blanket fort? That’s what you’ve been up to?”

“A giant blanket fort, Ma.”

“For all of us,” said Tim.

You turned around to look at them, raising an eyebrow in question.

“We decided that we didn’t want you to sleep alone,” Dick answered, “so we got together to build this-”

“Giant blanket fort,” Jason reiterated.

“Giant blanket fort,” you echoed, approaching the structure and locating the entrance. It was even better on the inside. Filled with piles of pillows and even more blankets, it was soft and comfy and they’d even managed to string up some lights, though where they got them from, you had no idea. At the back was a laptop, and a quick glance at the screen told you it was already connected to the large TV the cabin homed, ready to watch from the comfort of the fort. 

You grinned, settling back as the boys climbed in after, two settling on either side. “This is amazing! Thank you.”

“You do so much for us, Mom. You look after us, make sure we’re okay.”

“That we’re eating properly.”

“You’ve loved each one of us from the moment Bruce brought us home,” Dick said over Tim’s head.

“And have always continued to love us even when our actions have gone against your will or ideals,” Damian added. 

“You went through all the effort of getting us out here, we wanted to do something in return.”

“Just to say we love you too, Ma.”

Jason finished their little speech, and you had to rub your hand over your face quickly to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall. “You’re perfect, all of you. I could have never asked for better sons.”

Somehow, they managed to squish in close enough to hug and for you to hug them back. Tim was the first to pull away, squirming to get to the laptop and put on the movie he’d selected. It was your favorite, of course. It was a tight squeeze, despite the size, but you managed it with Damian half on top of you and Tim cuddling close to your other side with Dick and Jay laying on the outer edges. 

One by one they fell asleep, until you were the last one awake. The credits rolled and you watched the sleeping figures around you. It was impossible to describe the happiness that swelled in your chest. 

Maybe the cabin was perfect after all.

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[manycoloureddays]

You know I gotta ask for Steve/Nancy/jonathan for this one

you know that makes me happy!!

1. Who takes the trash out? 

They pretty much take turns, although Nancy and Steve’s turns are often prompted by “does one of you want to take out the trash?” because their hearts are in the right place, but they don’t think about the everyday stuff like Jonathan does. 

2. Who reminds the other to take care of themselves?

Again, they all do. I mean, they were brought together by a fight for survival against things that go bump in the night, that does something to the foundations of a relationship. They do it in different ways: Nancy is all practicality and eyes, Jonathan fusses and mollycoddles, and Steve makes sure that he is only ever a safe place to land, he’s never going to be the reasons either of them feels unsafe or targeted again, so he’s usually the one to verbalise his “be carefuls” and “stay safes”.

3. Who is happier when they are out in nature?

Jonathan is least likely to complain about being out in nature, most likely to try to capture it on film, but they all get a little twitchy about being out in the middle of nowhere, or out after dark. Unless they’re fighting monsters, they like built up areas, and indoors. 

4. Do they like to go in the hot tub together?

Of course! Steve is literally always trying to get them in the hot tub, and Nancy and Jonathan are most definitely not opposed. 

5. Do either of them avidly follow a celebrity and/or fandom?

Nancy and Steve do. They’re not fandom levels of invested, but they both love the movies. Jonathan does too, but doesn’t have the time/money to go out as much as the other two do. They start having a regular movie date night at Steve’s place though. 

6. Who builds a pillow fort?

It’s Steve’s idea, but Nancy is the one who builds it. She’s good at seeing a pile of blankets, pillows, and the surrounding furniture and figuring out how to make the biggest, comfiest fort, while keeping it stable. Using her math brain for good!

7. Who plans the romantic date?

Nancy plans, because she is good at balancing Steve’s ideas and Jonathan’s budget, the world’s preoccupation with three people dating, and all of their comfort levels. 

8. Who likes to play with the other’s hair?

Steve likes to play with Nancy and Jonathan’s hair, but what he really really likes is when one of them plays with his. You can often find him lying in their laps, melting into their hands.

9. Who calms the other down when the other has a nightmare?

This is another one of those taking turns things, but Nancy’s nightmares are worst, and Jonathan’s are most frequent. It gets so much easier when they get their own place (which is ostensibly Steve’s place, but that’s just for appearances sake), because then there isn’t any need for sneaking through windows after middle of the night phone calls, they’re all right there in a huge bed, right in arms reach. 

10. Who wants their dog to sleep on the bed with them?

I’m not sure on this one. I can make a case for all three of them not wanting the dog on the bed. None of them seem particularly inclined to let their dog sleep on the bed, especially when they’re trying to fit three people in it. Maybe Jonathan wants to let the dog sleep inside, and Steve and Nancy have to adjust from childhoods spent without pets (or without pets indoors).

11. Who can’t sleep without the other?

None of them like it, but after taking ages to let himself relax around them, it’s Jonathan that finds it hardest to adjust when they’re not all together. Nancy travels for work, and Steve occasionally does nightshift, and Jonathan takes the most regular trips back to Hawkins after college, so he has to get used to it. Doesn’t mean he has to like it. 

12. Who is too nice and will listen to a sales person pitch?

Jonathan knows what it’s like to cop crap from people who should really be taking it up with his boss, or his boss’ boss, so he’s always nice about it, but he does often have to run. Nancy is often brusque, and Steve is either extremely friendly, or ignores them completely. 

13. Who makes the first move to cuddle? 

Canonically this is Steve. He is actually a giant puppy. “You’re an idiot Steve Harrington” is often heard in and around the Byers-Harrington-Wheeler household, but it is nearly always fond.

14. What is their go to fast food place?

They don’t do fast food regularly, but when they do, pizza is their favourite. Something for everyone, and great for the next day’s breakfast, if you listen to Steve and Jonathan. Nancy tries not to. 

15. Who likes to wear the other’s sweaters?

Nancy has an entire drawer dedicated to stolen articles of clothing. It starts when she goes away to college. She takes one from Steve and one from Jonathan, and wears them all the time. She loves that she is drowned by the material, loves that she can’t escape the smell of them. She won’t admit she’s homesick, but when she comes home for the summer after her first year and the boys see how worn they are is becomes tradition. Nancy gets t shirts and sweaters and scarves to take back with her, and in the post for her birthday. They never actually talk about it. 

Also, when Jonathan’s visiting Joyce, or when Steve gets one of his rarer but still horribly present nightmares, the boys have been known to pull out someone else’s clothes to wear to bed.

[claws-n-salt]

Marichat May Day 12 - Sleepover

When Chat Noir mentions that he's never had a sleepover, Marinette is determined to give him the best first sleepover ever. Out comes the best fort known to mankind.

Rated G || 3,007 Words

Cross posted to Ao3 || FF

The Fort

“Wait you’re telling me you’ve never had a sleepover before?” Marinette had been talking about a recent time when Alya had spent the night when Chat admitted he’d never had a sleepover with someone.

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “No, my dad is a little over protective. I didn’t even start going to public school until this year.” He knew there was a slight blush peeking out from below his mask. He was kind of embarrassed that he’d never spent the night at someone else’s house.

“That’s it, you’re staying the night. I’m going to make sure you have the entire sleepover experience, as least how I do it anyway. First, we need a fort, I’ll be right back.” Marinette ran down the stairs, leaving a shell-shocked Chat Noir in her wake.

After a few moments, a pile of fabric was thrown through the trap door, several pillows followed. He heard a whispered yell come from below which snapped him out of the stunned state Marinette had left him in. “Chat, you’re going to need to help pull the couch cushions through. They’re too wide to just slide in.” A couch cushion was suddenly protruding from the floor as Chat scrambled towards it. He made sure to be careful with his claws as he grasped the cushion, pulling from the top while Marinette pushed from the bottom.

Soon there was a pile of four couch cushions sitting next to Chat by the door. He was actually kind of winded. Who knew pulling cushions through a door would be more tiring than vaulting through Paris. Marinette poked her head through her trapdoor, her voice still in a whisper. “Now we need snacks. You’ll probably need to recharge your transformation at some point tonight, is there anything you need?”

“Some sort of cheese please. Camembert is preferred but any cheese or cheese product will do. By the way, yes, I would love to have a sleepover.”

Marinette’s face turned red when she realized she hadn’t given him a chance to accept her invitation. “I’m sorry! I was just so excited. I didn’t mean to pretty much force you into a sleepover. Only stay if you want to.” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him.

“I do want to have a sleepover Marinette, I’m excited too. I thought I’d never spend the night at anyone’s house if I’m being honest.

Marinette laughed. “Alright, I’ll be back with snacks and cheese. Will you drop all this over by my desk please.” She pointed to the pillows and blankets as she began to descend the stairs.

He gave her a little salute before her head disappeared. “Will do Princess.” Chat lugged all the blankets and pillows Marinette had brought up near her desk. The last time he’d made a pillow fort had been with his mom, he couldn’t bring himself to do it alone once she was gone. Chat was happy the first one he’d build in years would be with Marinette.

“Alright kitty, let’s get down to business.” He turned to see Marinette with her arms loaded with more junk food than he’d ever been allowed to eat in his entire life. It was safe to say; Chat Noir was thrilled. Marinette dumped the goodies in her arms onto her chaise and turned back towards him. “Are you ready to build the best pillow fort known to mankind?” The cat boy eagerly shook his head yes. “Then hand me that sheet on top.”

When Chat picked up the sheet he noticed small holes had been made in the corners. He tossed it to Marinette who was now standing at the far wall next to one of the slanted support beams to her room. She unfolded the sheet and slipped one of the holes onto a hook that he’d failed to notice every other time he’d visited her. After stretching the fabric to the adjacent wall, she let it drop, effectively covering half of her desk. “Wow, you must take fort building seriously if you had hooks installed for this. You must be ‘hooked’ on making forts Princess.”

Marinette let out a groan at his pun. “Instead of making puns, can you please grab that pink sheet and do the same thing I just did to cover the other half of the desk?” She pointed to the sheet she was speaking of while she walked towards her closet.

“Anything for you Princess. Though, I never ‘pegged’ you as the controlling type.” He laughed at her huff of disproval as he hooked the second sheet into place. Marinette’s desk was successfully covered and the corner of her room already felt cozier. “Now what am I doing Mari?”

She pointed at a blue sheet. “That one is going to be the ceiling. Hook three of the corners to the hooks.” He didn’t think there was a sheet in existence big enough to hook onto all three places at once. Chat realized he was right as well when he saw stitching in the middle to combine two different sheets. “You know, I was kidding before because I wanted to make those puns but you really are serious about forts. You made a giant sheet for the soul purpose of being a roof!”

She walked back over to help latch the third corner into place. “I’ve been perfecting my fort technique for years. When you just use furniture, the ceiling is too low. The solution is to hook it higher. When a single big sheet is used, there isn’t enough room for two people to be comfortable at once. The solution is to make a bigger sheet.” She shrugged her shoulders as though it was no big deal. “I think they’re fun and cozy, perfect for snuggling.” Her eyes widened as she realized what she’d said. “N-not that I plan on c-cuddling someone in one a-anytime soon. I-it’s just a n-nice thought for the f-future.”

Chat didn’t understand why the thought of cuddling Marinette in the fort made him blush. It’s not like it was going to happen or anything, she was making that very clear. She clapped her hands together a little too loudly which snapped Chat out of his thoughts. “Okay, back to the fort.”

“Yes, the fort. What are we doing now?” Better to change the subject, he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable or anything. Even though Chat didn’t mind the idea of fort cuddles in the slightest.

“Now we’re building out. You can arrange the couch cushions and pillows while I pin together a few sheets for the outer walls.” She waved the little pin cushion of needles at him.

“What? No more sewn together sheets?” He smirked up at her as he sat on the ground to start arranging the interior of the half-built fort.

“Not yet. Maman said that if I wanted to sew anymore sheets together I had to get them myself. Soon though, I hope. Pre-sewn sheets for the outside would cut down on build time.” If that was the case, maybe some sheets would just happen to be on Marinette’s balcony within the next few days. “Oh, I almost forgot! I recommend shoving some of the pillows under the desk, they make it more comfortable to lean against. I also tend to stack a few comforters and blankets on the couch cushions.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking about doing. Great minds do think alike Princess.” He sent her a wink that she rolled her eyes at but he though he saw her blush faintly. Maybe he was just imagining it. The two set to work on their projects; Chat taking Marinette's tips into consideration as he applied the fort building skills he acquired from his mom while Marinette used her sewing skills to securely pin sheets together.

He lost some of his light as Marinette climbed to her loft and draped one of the pinned together sheet sets on the slanted support beam next to him. He was pretty much done and after a few more pillow adjustments, climbed out to see if Marinette needed any help. It was lucky he climbed out when he did because a moment later he caught a falling Marinette who was very obviously frustrated. "Ugh, I hate being short. I can't reach the beam on my own." She huffed out a breath that ruffled her bangs. He may have found the action unbelievably adorable.

He laughed a bit. "Don't worry about it, that's what I'm here for Princess. What else would your Knight in shining leather be for?" He wiggles his eyebrows at her which pulled a laugh from her lips.

"Honestly, I always need someone to help me but it never stops me from trying. Normally Alya will leave some of the pillows bellow my loft so I don't break something." The image of her stubbornly avoiding asking for help flashed through his mind. He laughed as he set her down, realizing he'd still been holding her through their conversation.

He clapped his hands together, similarly to what she'd done earlier. "Alright, let's get this wall up!" The two teens climbed up to the loft where the pinned sheets sat in a pile. Marinette picked up the crumpled fabric and turned to him. There was a slight blush dusting her freckled cheeks as she spoke. "So, um, Alya normally holds onto me while I lean over." His blush probably mirrored hers as he realized he'd be holding onto her hips.

"Oh, o-okay. I-I can do that." He gave her a reassuring smile before she turned and began to lean out once more. Chat held her hips firmly so she could reach over far enough place the sheet on the beam. Chat's face was flaming and he could see Marinette's ears were red, which probably meant her face was as well. She wrapped the sheets over the beam, making sure it wasn't in jeopardy of slipping. He pulled her back to the loft and made sure her feet were firmly planted on the ground before removing his hands. Maybe that was just an excuse to hold Marinette a little longer.

"A-alright! The fort is officially ready! Now it's junk food and movie time!" Her voice was bright, almost forcibly so, and her face was just as red as he thought it’d be. "Do you want to recharge before we get comfortable?" He nodded his head at her question. "Okay, you can use the bathroom, there are cheese danishes with the food. I'll meet you in the fort so I can get everything else set up.”

"Sounds good Princess." A few minutes later Adrien Agreste was sitting in Marinette's bathroom with a very hungry kwami. A kwami who was eating three cheese danishes at once.

"I'm all for you spending the night at your girlfriend's house if I get more of these danishes, they're amazing! You should come here more often."

"S-she's not my girlfriend Plagg. Just a friend." His kwami gave him a look that said 'mhmm sure' then chuckled. "Come one Plagg, you know I like Ladybug."

"Sure kid, sure." Plagg rolled his eyes as he polished off his last piece of danish. "Alright, I'll be able to hold out until morning but make sure you get more of those danishes before you leave in the morning."

Adrien promised his kwami before transforming. "Claws out." Chat Noir was standing in Marinette's bathroom once more. When he got back to Marinette's room he heard her muffled voice within the fort ask him to turn out the lights. When he clicked them off he saw small dots of light illuminating the fort from within.

He lifted the flap of sheet near Marinette's stairs and stepped inside. "Welcome to your very first sleepover Chat Noir." Marinette gestured around the space as Chat took it all in. The light was coming from a star projector positioned behind her laptop which he assumed had a movie up ready to be played. The snacks Marinette had brought up were divided up on either side of the places they'd be sitting, one of those places already filled by Marinette.

Chat couldn't wipe the stupid, giddy smile off his face as he plopped down next to Marinette. "Thank you for this Marinette. I can't tell you how much this means to me."

Marinette returned his beaming smile with one of her own. "I'm happy I could do this for you kitty and I have to say, this is the most comfortable the fort has ever been arranged. You must teach me your ways."

"My mom and I used to make forts together before she left. It's been years but I'm glad to know I still have the magic touch of pillow arranging." Her smile became tinged with sadness for him as she layed a hand against his covered arm. He wanted the night to be filled with happiness so he changed the subject. "So, what are we watching?"

She must have realized what he was doing because she didn't press the topic further. "Love Actually. I hope you don't mind rom-coms, they're the only ones I have right now." She looked nervous as though he wouldn’t want to watch anything she picked out.

"That sounds good. Romance anime are my favorite so I don't see why rom-coms would be any different. Maybe I can learn a thing or two since my anime flirting hasn’t ever gotten me anywhere.” Marinette looked slightly stunned. "Mari? Are you okay?" Maybe he shouldn’t have told her he used anime flirting techniques, maybe she thought it was weird.

He saw her visibly snap out of whatever thought she'd been in as she shook her head slightly. "Y-yeah I'm fine. Let’s get this party started.” She leaned forward, pressed play on the movie, then settled back to get comfortable. Chat was enthralled, he never thought he’d be getting dating advice from Liam Neeson. There were a few times when Marinette tried to start up conversation but he shushed her, eyes still glued to the screen.

When the credits finally rolled, he wanted to see more. “I think rom-com might be my new favorite genre. What else do you have?” With a laugh, she showed him the rest of her collection. Halfway through the second movie they ran out of snacks. Halfway through the third Marinette was asleep on his shoulder. Halfway through the fourth Chat closed the laptop and slid it away with a yawn.

Chat awoke to a dim fort and a sleeping girl in his arms, a sleeping Marinette. It felt as though she fit perfectly against him, he never wanted to leave that spot. He didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep or what had woken him. He knew the answer to the later when he heard a soft female voice calling out. “Tom, you have to come look at this. Our daughter’s cuddling a superhero, it’s adorable.”

Chat didn’t really want to confront Marinette’s parents quite yet so he pretended to still be asleep as one of the sheet walls was pulled back. “Ah so this must be why she hasn’t been talking about Adrien as much recently. Another blond with green eyes? I think our daughter had a type Sabine.” The snort in reply that Marinette’s mom gave made Marinette stir slightly.

The sleeping girl pressed her face deeper into his chest and sleepily mumbled. “Just five more minutes mon chaton, five more minutes.” She breathed in deeply as though she was breathing his scent in.” Her parents giggled quietly at the nickname but Chat was too touched to even notice. She’d called him her’s and it felt so right. When had he fallen in love with Marinette?

He didn’t care that her parents were standing right there, he held her tighter. “My princess.” A tired sigh escaped her as he breathed out the words.

“Please tell me you already got pictures of this? We’re going to need them for the slideshow at their wedding.”

“Way ahead of you Tom. I got close ups of the cheesy smiles on their faces too.” He heard a loud high five that must have cut through Marinette’s sleep as well. She quickly jolted out of his grasp and stared at her parents with wide eyes.

“Maman, Papa, um, hi.” She gave a small, nervous wave to her parents which they returned with smirks on their faces. “Um, you’ve met Chat Noir.” He also gave a nervous wave that they returned with those same smirks. “Um, you see, my friend Chat here comes to hang out sometimes and last night he mentioned he’d never had a sleepover before so I made him stay. Um, sorry for not asking first.”

Chat could tell Tom was trying not to laugh as he spoke. “Your friend huh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cuddle Alya like that when she stays over.”

“You know Tom, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Marinette and Alya using pet names like ‘mon chaton’ or ‘my princess’ either.” At Marinette’s mortified look, her parents succumbed to their laughter.

As the laughter peeled out of her parents, Marinette leaned over to Chat. “Did you really say that I was your princess? As in yours only?” She looked up at him in what Chat could only describe as hope.

“That I did my princess. Did you mean to say mon chaton?” He met her gaze with the same hopeful look.

“Yes, mon chaton, I did.” She took his hand in her own as they looked at each other. Their moment was interrupted by a camera click.

“Perfect, another one for the slideshow. Come on Chat Noir, our daughter’s new boyfriend is staying for breakfast. Tom’s making crepes.”

“I’m in, I absolutely love crepes. Can I have a few cheese danishes first though?” He pulled Marinette up by their clasped hands. He pulled her with him as he followed her parents to the door, Marinette asking about what slideshow they were talking about the whole way.