My last two one-shots weren't very fluffy, so get ready to drown in softness. I own nothing but my own plushie-and-blanket nest.

Kyoko's day had sucked. Sucked hard.

It had started when she woke up at four in the morning for no reason and was unable to go back to sleep. She had finally given up and gotten out of bed at five, not wanting to wake Kuon up with her tossing and turning. And had promptly jammed her toes on the nightstand. Her subsequent hopping around had led to her falling over, but at least she hadn't woken up Kuon. She'd gotten dressed in the dark, which meant that when Kuon got up, he told her that her shirt was on backwards. She shifted it around, glad that he had caught it instead of the press.

Then she had tried to make breakfast.

On second thought, let's not talk about breakfast. Let's just say that she and Kuon wound up having some fruit and move on with it. And that maybe, just maybe, their toaster was possessed.

Kyoko had then gone to an interview, which had continued the day's pattern. The man interviewing her did not once look her in the eye, and seemed far more interested in her sex life than her latest movie. Granted, she had gotten this a few times since her engagement to Kuon had been announced, but that didn't make it any less unpleasant. Especially since this particular interviewer kept giving her backhanded compliments implying that she must be really good in the sack to have snagged Kuon. Eventually, her bodyguard (and Yashiro's assistant manager) Asu had stepped in and told him to either act professionally or end the interview. He had opted for the latter, leaving a mess for Asu to deal with while Kyoko was at her next job.

That job had gone smoothly whenever the cameras were rolling. And only then. Apparently a few of her co-workers were diehard Ren fans and were not happy about last week's announcement. Or the necklace that hung from her neck. And especially not the ring on her finger. They were very catty to her, which Kyoko was beyond used to at this point. It did sting a bit, though, since they had all been so friendly to her before the announcement. She had thought they could become friends, but it seemed that it was not to be. So she had rolled her eyes as she took the tacks out of her shoes (how middle school) and double-checked her costume (seriously people, be more creative), and then she did her job like the professional she was.

Lunch was nice. Lunch was a bento, one not tampered with by anyone. Kyoko ate with Asu, shot one final scene, and then left for her final job of the day. Which was, by all accounts, an absolute dumpster fire.

It had started small. It always did. A snide comment here, a nasty look there. A missing piece of her costume, another tack in her shoes, messed-up makeup, and a wrecked wig. All of which Kyoko rolled with as she always did. The costume piece was found, the tack was removed, and makeup and wig replacements were scrounged up. If that had been all, she would have just moved on with her day. But no, of course it didn't end there. Her co-stars just had to mess things up.

The first few times, Kyoko assumed that her co-stars were just nervous or didn't know their lines. But then it happened again. And again. Meaning that she had to do a tricky jump over and over again. Asu eventually had to ask the director to let Kyoko take a break before she pulled something. Kyoko collapsed, panting, into a chair, not bothering to spare her tittering co-stars a glance. I cannot wait for this film to be done. But at this rate, I'll be gray before that happens. Asu patted her shoulder and handed her a water bottle. Which, of course, broke, and splashed all over her costume. Kyoko had to go change to her costume backup's backup (and apologize profusely to the costume department) to the sound of her co-stars' unmuffled laughter. Then, when they were finally done, she and Asu got stuck in traffic, making a ten-minute drive take forty. Of course.

She didn't even bother calling out that she was home when she trudged through the apartment door. Kuon wouldn't be home for another hour. She kicked off her shoes, too tired and grumpy to care where they landed, and put her purse on the shelf. It fell off. She left it and walked towards their bedroom, where she shucked off her work clothes and pulled on one of Kuon's sweaters and a pair of sweatpants.

"Screw it, it's nest time."

Kyoko gathered every blanket, sheet, pillow, and stuffed animal they had in the apartment, dumped them on the couch, and set about making a nice, big, empty space on the living room floor. Once it was cleared, she laid out several layers of blankets (plus a couple of futons she'd found in one of the closets) until it was sufficiently comfy. Then she tucked pillows, sheets, and all but two of the remaining blankets around the edges, forming places to lean. Finally, she placed the stuffed animals (most of which were sheep) at comfy cuddling intervals and spread out the last two blankets over all of it. She glanced over it all, deemed it good, grabbed the remote, and settled into her nest.

An hour later, the front door opened. "I'm home," Kuon called, sounding as done with the day as she felt.

"Welcome home," she called back. She could hear him kicking off his shoes and dumping his bag.

"Kyoko, I'm sorry, I know we had plans to go out tonight, but today has been absolute sh-" Kuon cut himself off as he walked into the living room and saw his wife-to-be. "Oh, thank god, it's nest time."

"Go put on something comfy, no slacks are allowed in the nest." She wrinkled her nose at the stiff fabric. "Or button-ups. Soft things only."

Kuon opted instead to strip and join her under the blankets in just his boxers and socks.

"That works, too." She rolled onto her side to give him his welcome-home kiss. "Bad day?"

"The worst. Yours?" He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Same. Let's get food delivered tonight and watch something stupid." She curled up against him and shoved her nose into the crook of his neck. "The world is dumb today."

"It really is. I vote that nothing outside of the nest exists until the food gets here. And then not until bed." He pulled her on top of him.

"Mmm, you're warm. The nest was so cold before you got here." She pressed a kiss onto his skin, then rested her head on his shoulder. "We should call for dinner."

"I can order online." He sat up, earning a protest from Kyoko, and grabbed his phone out of his pants pocket. As he laid back down, he asked, "What sounds good? Hamburger steak and eggs?"

"Yes, please. Comfort food."

He tapped on his phone for a couple minutes, then set it aside and wrapped both of his arms around her. "Two orders placed. It should be here in thirty minutes."

"You're the best and I love you," she said, and then let out a yawn.

His hands stroked up and down her back. "Go to sleep, love. I'll wake you when the food's here."

She let out a contented hum and did as she was bid. Kyoko had always been quick to fall asleep - something that being so comfy and so done with everything helped. Kuon let out a content sigh as he held her. This makes today worth it. All the sly comments, all the flirtatious co-workers, all of the tiny frustrations that built up to make his day awful - they weren't gone, but they were more bearable now. Everything was more bearable with Kyoko in his arms. She gave a little, snorting snore, and he tried to hold back his laughter so he wouldn't wake her. He failed.

"Stop it…" she mumbled.

"Sorry." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Go back to sleep."

She propped herself up on crossed arms and looked down at him. "Nah. Tell me about your day?"

"It sucked."

"I gathered," she said wryly. "Wanna tell me about it? Or do you just want to forget it?"

"Nothing exists outside the nest." He reached up and ruffled her hair. "Nothing really happened, just a bunch of small stupid things added up. Plus traffic."

"Same here."

"...Seriously, though, how did you get the nest this comfy? The last time I made us a pillow fort, it wasn't this soft."

"This is what happens when you keep buying me sheep plushies," she said, nudging one with her foot.

"I've only bought you two since the last time we did this. Seriously, what's the difference?"

"Did you know that we had a couple of futons in one of the closets?" When he shook his head, she continued, "Me neither! I found them looking for extra blankets. So yeah, they're part of why it's so soft."

They laid there like that, talking about little nothings, until the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Kuon said, moving to roll Kyoko off of him and into the blankets.

"Corn, you're not getting the door. You're not even wearing pants." Kyoko shimmied out of the nest with a groan. "Make a spot for us to eat, please? I'll go get it." She heard him make an affirmative noise and sit up to do as she asked. She hurried to the front door, pausing to scoop up her purse, as the bell rang again. "Hi, sorry for the wait!"

"Two orders of hamb- oh my god," the delivery girl squeaked. "Kyouko-san?"

Kyoko gave her an awkward smile and took the proffered food. "That's me! How much do I owe you?"

"I paid online," she heard Kuon call from the living room.

"Right, my bad." Kyoko bowed, careful not to tip the food over. "Thank you for the delivery!" She straightened up and smiled at the teen.

"CanIhaveyourautograph?" she blurted.

"Come again?"

"Can I - can I please have your autograph? I'm a huge fan, I've loved you since Dark Moon and you totally made me fall in love with musical theatre when you were in Six. So pretty, pretty please?" she asked, all in one breath.

"Oh, of course!" Kyoko blushed. "Do you have something you want me to sign?"

The girl's face fell. "No, we're all paperless now. I don't have anything. God, I'm so sorry!"

"It's been that kind of day, hasn't it?" Kyoko said, giving the girl a reassuring smile. "Give me a minute and I'll grab some paper, okay?"

"Really?" she gasped. "Omigosh, thank you!"

"No problem." She sent the girl another smile, then turned around and walked into the living room to set the food down. "Corn, do you remember where my good paper is?"

"Uhh… probably on your craft paper pile. Am I signing too?" He took the food and set it on the low table he'd dragged to the edge of their nest.

"Hmm, probably. I'll ask her." She stuck her head back into the hall. "Do you want Kuon's signature too?"

The girl looked like she might pass out. "Y-Yes, please!"

Kyoko nodded and went to find paper and a writing utensil. A few moments of struggling with craft supplies and testing pens later, she returned. "How do you spell your name?"

"Oh, um, I'm Mai. It's spelled like 'rice.'" She blushed.

"That's a cool name! I'm going to go write on the table and get Kuon to sign it too, so just wait here!" Within a minute, she was back and handing the paper to Mai. "Here you are. And, um, please don't tell anyone where we live."

"Of course!" She bowed deeply. "Thank you so much! And, um, no worries. I had to sign an NDA downstairs before I brought your food up. I think they said something about sending you a copy? But thank you so, so much! I'm going to treasure this forever and ever and ever!" She said this all in one breath.

Kyoko held in her sigh of relief. "Awesome. Well, thank you for the food delivery, and for being a fan. I hope I didn't take up too much of your time. I don't want your manager to be upset with you."

Mai squeaked. "Right! I'd better go. And thank you again!"

Kyoko bid her farewell, shut and locked the door, and returned to the nest, letting her dealing-with-the-public smile drop. She slumped against Kuon's back with a groan. "Fans are lovely but I'm so tired, Corn."

"Oh, to act in isolation," he said, nodding. "I've got the food set up. What do you want to watch?"

"Are you up for Strange Magic?" She settled down next to him.

"I thought you wanted to watch something stupid?" He leaned just far enough out of the nest to grab the dvd and put it in the player.

"It is stupid. It's a terrible, stupid, cheesey movie and I love it." She pulled her food towards her and opened the box. "Oh, thank goodness. It's the right order." She huffed out a laugh. "With the way things were going, I half-expected this to be someone else's food."

"I know," he chuckled. "Aaand play." He clicked the remote, bringing their TV to life. The animated fairy movie started playing. He opened his own box of food. "Hey, two for two."

Kyoko hummed contentedly as she bit into her food. At long last, things were calm. Her leg leaned against his under the small table as they ate. A wonderfully campy fairy movie played on the screen. They were safe, happy, and warm. Nothing else could bother them today; they were home. They finished their meals and crawled back into the nest, cuddling as the movie finished. The credits rolled and the disc switched back to the title screen. Kuon yawned and tugged the blankets higher over them. A soft smile formed on his face as he tucked a strand of Kyoko's hair behind her ear.

"Thank you for making the nest." He kissed her forehead.

"Of course," she mumbled, far too cozy to be fully awake. "Bad days mean we deserve nest time."

"Nest time is the best time," he agreed with a chuckle, not entirely conscious either. "Tell me about your day?"

"It was just… dumb. Lots of stupid little mistakes, me being clumsier than usual, people being really unprofessional, and traffic. Murphy's law only let me go once I started building the nest." She bit back a sigh. "What about you?"

"Honestly, the same. We really should've just gone back to bed after breakfast failed so spectacularly." He yawned again. "I wish people would just… do their jobs."

"I know, right?" She yawned as well. "Hey, rude. Don't make me yawn!"

"Sorry, princess," he teased, kissing her temple. "Can't help it. Too comfy."

She giggled, content in his arms. The day seemed so much more manageable from this position. Cuddles really did make everything better. One of his hands came up and started rubbing a tense spot on her back. She let out a little moan of pleasure. She'd slept wrong last night, and it had been bothering her all day. "That feels so good."

"Good," he hummed, his hand hard at work. "Let me know if you need it anywhere else."

"Need? No. Want? Yes." She kissed the nearest bit of his skin - the base of his neck. "You know I love your massages."

"I could give you a proper one, but that requires moving."

She scrunched up her face. "Ugh."

"My thoughts exactly."

They laid there for a while longer, with Kuon's hands gently applying pressure wherever it was most needed on her back. The title screen of the DVD continued to loop in the background. She pressed lazy kisses to his neck and collarbone. When he was done, he grabbed the biggest sheep plushie he could find and plopped it on her back. "There. You're healed."

She giggled, almost making the sheep fall off, but he steadied it.

"Hey, be careful. Baa-baa Dook almost fell!" He wiggled the sheep (which wore a tophat and had a rainbow flag for a cape) against her. It hit the ticklish spot at the base of her neck, making her laugh harder. Kuon grinned.

Kyoko wiggled and flailed, trying to get away from her betrothed and the tickling sheep, but one of his arms wrapped around her waist, pinning her to him. "Kuon!" she squealed.

"It's Baa-Baa Dook," he replied in a high, nasally voice. "Baa-Baa Dook almost fell. Baa-Baa Dook demands tribute."

"Yes, of course, Baa-Baa Dook-sama!" she choked out between laughs. "What do you wish of me?"

"I wish," he paused dramatically, "to go sit by Ewenice."

"Certainly, certainly!" Kyoko got an arm free and grabbed Baa-Baa Dook from Kuon. He let her roll off of him to set the plush next to the small, prissy-looking ewe plush. She rolled back to him, tucking into his side as her giggles died down.

He grinned. "Yeah, this was a great idea."

"I have been known to have them," she replied with a soft smile.

"Is that so?" he teased, dislodging her enough to roll onto his side. He propped himself up on one arm.

"I'm going to marry you, aren't I?"

"I would argue that's probably one of your worst decisions, but I'm lucky enough to be marrying you, so I'll let it slide." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then let his hand slide down to cup her jaw.

"Hey! That's my fiancé you're insulting," she shot back, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Keep doing that, and I'll put it back in your mouth for you." He shifted again, so he was almost hovering over her, the hand on her jaw moving to cradle her neck.

So when her only response was to stick her tongue out more, her eyes sparkling, he did just that. He didn't think that he would ever get tired of this feeling - and was more than willing to spend the rest of his life trying. Her arms encircled him, her fingers coming up to tangle in his hair, her nails scraping lightly at his scalp in just the way he loved. He was practically on top of her now, the hand not cradling her neck busy keeping him from crushing her. Then she nipped at his lip, and his hand slipped. Their teeth clacked as his head fell forward too quickly. She laughed and flipped them over. With her on top, they didn't have to worry so much about logistics. In the nest, they didn't have to worry about anything at all.

They slept in the nest that night, and they were both grateful for the futons Kyoko had used as a base come morning. The pair awoke refreshed and happy, free from aches and the stress of the previous day. After all, anything life threw at them, they could handle together. And when all else failed, cuddling at the end of it made sure that they could get up and face it all again - together.

Nest time truly is the best time.

I hope you enjoyed this! Nests are my go-to for comfort. I have a bunch of squishmallows, so I like to pile them up and burrow into them. Do you build nests?