Heartstopper Pillow Fort Novels & Stories

In his determination, he took the position to start his push-ups while Jessica sat on his back and started to cheer him. When he had done a hundred push-ups he felt the weight on his back to be reduced. He looked at the girl and instantly his face bumped with a small cushion. He was now sure that she wanted to provoke him into a pillow fight. Soon after the bump, she was on the other side of the bed with a cushion in her hand ready to attack. Steve smiled at her funny position and was not willing to stop her from destroying his super expensive pillows and cushions instead he took a cushion and played with her.

"He lands in an hour. He wants a face-to-face to explain why he shouldn't fire us." "Let him come," Marcus said. "I'll bring the soil samples." Aurora’s phone buzzed. It wasn't a red alert. It was a photo. From Sophia. Caption: The Fortress holds. The photo showed the penthouse living room. A pillow fort had been constructed that took up the entire rug. River’s red cape was draped over the entrance as a flag. Hope was asleep inside, surrounded by stuffed animals. Ethan was reading a book by the "gate."

He didn’t move as I climbed onto the bed. Placing as many pillows as I could find together, I built a pillow fort. “What are you doing?” he asked. I smiled proudly at my creation. “Creating some boundaries.” He chuckled, low and dangerous, then with one hand, sent the pillows flying. “Hey!” I yelped as he pulled me into his arms. “Shut up and sleep.” I struggled, but his arms were like iron bars. “Damien—” “Three months, remember?” I sighed, glaring at the ceiling. His heartbeat thudded steady under my cheek. Warm.

My bed was always warm because I kept the thermostat set two degrees higher than Damien preferred, a small rebellion he'd never noticed, and because of the heated body pillow I'd purchased seven months into our marriage on a particularly bleak Tuesday afternoon. The pillow had been an extravagance. Two hundred and forty dollars that I'd put on my own card, not his, because spending his money on something that existed purely to compensate for his absence had felt like a line I didn't want to cross. It was large and firm and maintained a precise temperature that I had, with some private embarrassment, come to think of as approximately correct. Not quite right. But close enough that I could sle

Zoe had set up a sleeping frame for Vix, the one that the hospital had recommended, and she’d also bought several huge pillows. Ice found an oversized t-shirt, one with a wide neck that got over the brace without catching on it, and limb by limb, he worked Vix’s body into the soft material.

I never knew my pillow could be this warm and comfy. Hm, it is even cuddling with me. My prayer has been answered. I snuggle even closer to the warm pillow until my leg touches what it is not supposed to touch and my hands feel hard abs. Pillows don't have abs, I say in my head before my eyes flow open and the comfy, warm pillow is actually not a pillow but Blake. Okay, Breathe Aria Breathe Nothing happened right?

His steps fill the room, and he breathes down my neck. "I'm just making sure he's okay." His hand rests on my waist, sending a shiver down my spine. I've heard his laughter only a few times; I can count them on one hand, and I'd add another now. He has a husky laugh that pierces me. "And these pillows?" "They're from my bed," I explain, "to keep him from moving and to rest his arm."

he said. “This is ridiculous, Sidd, I don’t want to learn basketball, okay?” “Is that so? Okay, I got something else for you. Just a minute,” he said and went out. He returned almost immediately with his arm folded at the back. He came closer and presented me with a heart-shaped red pillow with “I love you” inscribed on it. “Wow! I cherish this, it’s so adorable,” I appreciated as I spun around with the pillow. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Below the cupcakes, there were some bottles of strawberry crush. As he kept digging further, he discovered many some flavored treats like wafers, pocky sticks, candies, and much more. The last thing he pulled out was a fluffy strawberry shaped pillow. it had a winking expression and pouty lips. He turned it around to find a sticky note which read, "I'm sorry" in tiny handwriting.

he said with a smile so I stopped and looked at him. Why is he so happy? My gift to him is so simple, right? I asked in my mind. You might be wondering why I bought a pillow as a gift for him? Don't you know that Zik can't live if he doesn't have a pillow to hug every time he sleeps? Yes, he's weird... i know. ***FLASHBACK*** While Kendall and I were walking and looking for a gift I would buy for that man, my eyes caught a funny pillow. Yes, it's funny, because it's a Heart shape, but it seems strange because it has an angry emoji, but it's cute, somehow.