Heartstopper Pillow Fort Scene Novels & Stories

Just to make the distance more prominent, I pulled out the pillows and placed them between us like a wall. He stared at the fortress of pillows between us, his face morphed into clear disappointment but much to my pleasure, he did not comment on it and did not try to break the wall either. Feeling quite proud and satisfied with my work, I laid down on the bed, my back facing him. The velvet black curtains were drawn on the balcony doors, blocking the moonlight and there was another clap before darkness put a veil on the room. My eyelids slowly closed. “Good night, kitten.” his deep voice was soft on my ears and if not for feeling the wall of pillows behind me, I would have thought that he wa

I shout at him and he suddenly stops avoiding in the middle of the hits which makes me quite shocked all of a sudden. "What happen? Did I do some mistake?' I ask him. I don't know if I have hurt him somewhere. I don't think pillow will hurt but is there something else in the pillow that's been hurting him? I look at the pillow on the all the sides of it but there seems to be nothing wrong with it. He is still trying to fool me one more time. " Something just happened!' he says with his eyes fixed on me and his hand moves towards his chest and he presses his chest with his hand and creases his whole face like his heart his aching like hell.

I can't believe the person whom hate a lot is the person who is comforting me right now. Next morning, Last night i had the best sleep of my life. The pillow was so soft and warm i snuggled more to the pillow. Wait a second did i said that the pillow was warm. How the hell can a pillow be warm. I slowly opened my eyes and was shocked to see myself in this position. I was sleeping on Aakash's chest with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. His one arm was wrapped around my waist. My cheeks heated up seeing myself in this position. I tried to get out of his grip but failed. Whenever I tried to get out of his grip he would tighten it more.

He holds the pillow out. It’s a trap. Of course it’s a trap. I reach for it anyway. As soon as I grab the pillow, he yanks and falls to his back, dragging me with him. I tumble on top of him. He quickly nips the pillow from my grasp, tucks it behind his head, and grins up at me. I push up on his chest, struggling upright until I’m straddling his waist. He crosses his arms behind his head. I lean forward and try to pull the pillow free, but his head is too heavy.

Followed by a link from Mom asking us to make sure Heather makes it to her bed. I turned my head to look at Heather on my shoulder, her face is so close. I lifted my eyes to Reed. That is when I notice that he is sitting with a throw pillow on his lap. “What got you?” “Bouncing boobs when she was shaking her leg. You?” “Imagining kissing freckles up her thighs.” “I think these pillows may become our best friend over the next three weeks.” “This is going to be a good test of our willpower and control.”

Dexter turned off the lights and covered me up, then he kissed my lips softly and lay beside me. “I can’t wait to get rid of this pillow,” he mumbled, and my laughter was the only thing I could hear. He hates my pillow so much because he can’t cuddle in this position. “Soon, Mr King,” I said, yawning. I stare into the darkness, and I have no idea when I will fall asleep. *******************

Finally, I grabbed the spare pillow from beside me and threw it at him. “Stop pacing around,” I snapped. “You’re making me dizzy.” The pillow hit his chest and dropped to the floor. He froze and turned to look at me. Then he walked back toward the bed and leaned over me, placing his hands on the mattress on either side of my body. His grey eyes looked strange, like glass, cold and unreadable. “Are you really not going to give it a try?” he asked. My heart jumped violently. I pretended not to understand what he meant and grabbed the pillow he had tossed back onto the bed, clutching it tightly against my chest.

CHASE The pillow wall was hilarious in theory. In practice, it was a joke. Seven pillows stacked like a soft barricade down the middle of the queen bed—neutral territory in a war nobody had officially declared. I lay on my side staring at the fabric mound, listening to Sloane breathe on the other side. Slow. Steady. Not asleep yet.

“This is just a dream, myself. Just a dream. Just a dream. Please let it be a dream.” I went back to sleep. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but my mind was awake even though my eyes were still shut. I didn’t want to get up. The bed was so soft, and the pillow smelled amazing—like rub-a-da-bango! But wait… why did the pillow feel like it had abs? I kept feeling around until I touched something harder. “My little buddy misses you already.” Oh no—the pillow spoke! I quickly uncovered my eyes. Sir Jasper clamped his hand over my mouth before I could scream. I wanted to yell from shock and fear—he was in my room! But for some reason, my hand was still on his gearshift? Did I enjoy that?

I squinted at him, clutching the pillow like it was a weapon ready for battle. "You want to see a mama’s boy?" I asked, my voice dripping with sweetness. "Alright, I’ll show you a mama’s boy." Before that infuriating smirk could fully spread across his face, I lunged across the bed, swinging the pillow with both hands in a dramatic arc. It hit his shoulder with a delightful thud, sending feathers flying into the room. "What the hell?!" Rowan yelped in surprise, raising his arms to protect his face. "Hey! I take it back! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!"