~Stay cute, stutter king.~ ((Bill Denbrough x OC reader))

Warm

This is just a fluff chapter, it's pretty short. But, enjoy!

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We lie there for about 30 minutes, just until Bill stopped crying. He stood, and helped me up.

"S-s-s-sorry..." Bill muttered, looking down. I stood up quickly, and hugged him tightly.

"Whatever happened down there....I won't ever let that happen again." I pulled away, smiling softly.

"B-b-b-but I didn't mean to-" I cut him off by grabbing his cheeks in my hands, lifting up his head to make him look at me.

"Bill Denbrough. I promise, as long as you and I are living on this planet....together, that I will always keep you safe, and I will never, ever, ever get mad at you." I brushed a strand of hair from his face, making him blush madly. He nodded. We walked back to his room, and both lied down, getting ready to sleep again. We had been lying down for about 15 minutes, when I heard soft gasping and sniffling from bill's bed. I sighed, and stood up. He was facing away from me, so I had time to think.
If I go lie in his bed with him...would that make me a perv? Would he hate me? Oh, for gods sake, Amy, what else are you going to do.

I walked over to his bed, and lied down, facing his back. He felt my presence, and turned around, so we were both facing each other. We stared into each other's eyes, blushing, and he wrapped his arms around me. My face got redder, and I wrapped my arms around him. Though we both were blushing crazily, we fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

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              I woke up the next morning to the strong but sweet scent of vanilla. When I opened my eyes, I saw only one color: white. I started to panic a little, thinking I passed out again. I calmed down a little after a bit, thinking maybe my face was just in a pillow, so I looked up. And froze. Holy shit. The white color went away, and was replaced with the color of skin. Bill's skin. I dared myself to look more up, so I slid up a bit, my eyes widening. When I moved up a bit more, my nose touched his, and I realized how close we were. I started noticing other things about our position. The most notable thing was our legs. They were all...tangled up in each other. My face burned red, and I slid back down, feeling more comfortable with having my face in his shirt than having my face in his face. Though I was extremely embarrassed at the moment, there was something behind that. I wasn't only embarrassed. I felt...safe. It felt nice. It felt really nice to be near him. I started to smile, snuggling closer. I felt him shift a bit. Then he jumped back, falling off the bed, then stood up, his eyes wide, and his hands up in defense.

      "Sorry! I-i-i-i didn't mean to....to.....sorry...." he looked down, his face tomato-red. I couldn't help but laugh.

    "It's okay, Bill. Really, it is." I got off the bed, and set it back up. He shook his head, snapping out of it, and helped me. Then we both went downstairs. He got out some cereal, and we sat down, eating. Halfway through breakfast, the phone rang, and Bill answered it.

  "Hello?....o-o-oh....okay...d-don't call a-a-Amy...she's w-w-with me.." Bill hung up. I raised an eyebrow.

     "Who was it?" I stood, putting my bowl in the sink.

   "Beverly." He answered. My heart filled with relief. I didn't actually believe she was dead, but it was nice to know for sure.

    "I gotta g-g-get dressed." Bill said. My stomach filled with dread. I didn't want to go back home... Bill seemed to notice.

    "It's o-o-okay. I'll come w-with you." He put a hand on my shoulder. I smiled softly.

  "Thanks, Bill." I was so grateful for him. Everything he had ever done. And what could I do back? I only got one idea. It was crazy. I stood up, and walked over to him. I stood in front of him for a second, not doing any thing. Then I walked forward, and hugged him tightly. I opened my mouth to speak, but my voice came out as a whisper.

"Thank you, Bill."