timothée chalamet imagines

fort

timothée's pov

"Sheets and blankets?" I ask.

"Check." my son said.

"Pillows?"

"Check." my daughter giggles.

"Four chairs and four sets of books?"

"Check." they both say, laughing after.

"We have to work quickly," I bend down to meet them at eye-level "before your Mom gets home. Do you think we can do it?"

They both nod. "Yes!" my daughter yells.

I laugh. "On three." I put my hand out, they place theirs right on top. "One..two..three.."

"FORT!" we yell at the same time.

I set up two chairs next to one another on one end up against the couch, I put the other two together up against the other end of the couch.

My son puts the sheets and blankets down on the floor between them and my daughter throws the pillows on top.

"Sheet please."

My son hands one over to me. I unfold the freshly wash and dried sheet, getting a whiff of the lingering detergent.

I smack out the sheet, grabbing one end of it in my hands as the kids grab the other.

We walk to the chairs, placing the sheet on top of them, making a makeshift ceiling.

I grab a stack of books and hand them over to my son, he sees it down on the chair. The sheet tightens on that corner.

I hand my daughter another stack of books, she puts them on another chair.

I place the last two stacks of book, one for each chair down and the sheet "stabilizes."

"Make out the floor, please." I tell them and they crawl underneath the sheet to do so.

I pick up the sheet I set aside earlier and place it atop of our makeshift ceiling. I take out a clothes pin from my pocket and pin the sheets together on one side, then on the other.

After securing the sheet, I pulled it down. It held on nicely and made a makeshift "door" or a simple "cover."

"Dad!" my daughter laughed.

I opened the sheet up to see the kids finishing up putting the pillows against the couch.

"Looks good you guys." I smiled.

I let them continue setting up as I ran to the kitchen, grabbing our snacks and my laptop.

By the time I got back, they were under blankets.

"Is there room for me in here?" I asked.

They both nodded, patting the middle section they left open for me. I threw in my laptop and the snacks, crawling into the fort.

I pulled the sheet back down to cover us up.

We separated the snacks and I set up (choose a movie) on my laptop and pressed play.

forty minutes later...

As the next scene started to play, I heard the front door open and close shut.

"Shh.." I put my finger up to my lips, pressing pause on the movie.

The kids giggles and I shushed them again.

"Tim?" y/n called out, her shoes padding against our wooden floors.

Her footsteps slowed and her voice seemed to get closer to us. "Y/d/n? Y/s/n?"

The space falls silent quickly and the sheet flies open quickly. "Gotcha!" y/n laughs.

"Mom!" the kids yell, running out of our fort to hug her, almost knocking her off her own feet.

Y/n hugs them back, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of their heads. The kids let go, crawling back into the fort.

I crawl out, going to greet my wife. She wraps her arms around me, chin rested on my chest .

I lean down to kiss her, but she stops our lips from touching with our fingers.

"Why did I say about building forts?" she asks in a sassy laced voice.

"You said not to build them." I say, looking down at our feet.

"And what did you do?" she lifts my face up to look at her, a smirk on her lip.

"In my defense, it was the kids' idea, not mine."

Y/n chuckles. "Sure it was."

"I swear," I turn around to the kids, they're giggling "it was your guys' idea right?"

They shake their heads. "It was yours!"

"Your own kids rat you out." y/n chuckled.

"Your kids."

Y/n chuckles again. "Our kids."

I lean down and plant a kiss on her lips. "Want to join our fort anyway?" I wave my arm in a both a presenting and welcoming motion.

She nods and crawls in.

A/N: don't really like this one, but i kept coming back to it for some reason! 🧚‍♀️