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

Stutter.

     
      When I woke up my senses were filled with warmth, and, yet again, the smell of vanilla. I snuggled my head into Bill's chest, my breathing slow and steady. I felt his hand lightly grip my hair. His other arm wrapped around my waist. I smiled.

    "Morning." I whispered. He groaned.

    "Five m-more minutes." He said groggily. I laughed.

   "Nope. We're meeting the losers at 11 right?" I asked. His eyes snapped open.

  "O-oh!!" He lightly shoved me off, making me laugh harder. He grabbed his backpack and rushed into the bathroom to get dressed. I walked up to my room to do the same.
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We pulled up to the quarry, my arms wrapped around Bill's waist as we pedaled towards the rest of the crew. My heart fluttered at the sight of them, and I jumped off of the bike, and rushed towards them, greeting them all in a special way. I kissed Eddie's cheek, making him blush, but, for once, not push me away. I kissed Richie's forehead, ignoring his comments about how we should make out. I kissed Beverly's nose, earning a giggle from her. I kissed Stan's cheek also, getting a quiet "I hate you" but also a very red face. I hugged Ben and Mike together, making them both laugh. Everyone sat down in a circle of rocks near the quarry. I sat between Bill and Beverly, my shoulder brushing against Bill's. I tried to ignore the eyebrow wiggles from Richie.

"So...um...Beverly...tell us about your vision." Mike said awkwardly. Beverly looked down. I lightly pat her hand, making her smile.

"I don't remember it all...I only remember some parts...I thought I was dead. That's what it felt like."

"W-what were we all doing there..." Bill asked.

"All I remember is what we felt like...I was scared we were dead. I don't think I'll ever forget that." Beverly said. I nodded, avoiding eye contact with everyone. "I saw all of us. Back in the system. But we were older.....like, our parents ages." She said. Bill and I shared a look. Like hell am I gonna be like them.

Bill looked down at the grass, and grabbed a piece of glass from the ground, standing.

"Swear it. S-swear, if it isn't dead, if-if it ever comes back....we'll come back too." He said. Everyone looked around at each other. I was the first one who stood. Followed by Richie and Eddie, followed by everyone else. Bill winced lightly as he sliced the palm of his hand with the glass. He turned, and Richie gave him his hand. He cut Richie's hand also. Then Stan. Then Mike. Ben. Beverly. Eddie. He walked up to me, and we locked eyes. He gently took my hand, and pressed the sharp end of the glass against it. It was painful, obviously. It felt like I was being stabbed. But I didn't cry. I just made a face. He smiled softly at me, and I smiled back. Bill stood next to me and took my cut hand. I used my other hand to hold Beverly's. We all held hands. Our blood getting all over each other. No one complained. Not even Eddie. Then we let go. We were silent.

"I hate you." Stan piped up. Then he smiled. And we all did. And we all laughed.

Losers.

Stan left. Eddie and Richie hugged, and left together. Ben left with beverly. Mike left. And, definitely not for the last time, Bill and I were alone. I sat down on one of the rocks, and he sat down next to me.

3rd person POV

The brunette boy and dirty-blonde haired girl sat in silence for longer than enough. Something hit both of their minds, and they both turned to each other, opening their mouth to speak at the exact same time. Their eyes met, and their mouths closed. Both of them turned away, heat rising to their cheeks as they both laughed awkwardly. Amy fixed her visit to the sky, watching a flock of birds fly in perfect formation.

"They're beautiful...." she uttered. Bill, who was staring at her instead, had another thing on his mind: she's beautiful. She finally averted her eyes from the birds, among seeing the soft boy staring at her through the corner of her eye. She turned, and tilted her head at him, arching her eyebrows in confusion.

"What's up?" She asked. Bill snapped out of his trance, his cheeks a bright red. He looked away quickly, making Amy laugh. "What?" She giggled, and ran her hands down her body, wiggling her eyebrows in a joking fashion. "Like what you see~?" She asked. He turned his face back to her quickly.

"Yes.". He's looking at her directly in the eyes now. And for him, she's a very easy face to look at. Her face bursted into a shade of red, her eyes getting wide. She's close, her eyes sparkling in the light of the sun, very wide at this point. She opens her mouth to say something, but he doesn't give her a chance. He kissed her before a second thought about how dumb it is, how reckless, and he was astonished when she kissed him back. She even put her left hand on the back of his neck, successfully pushing him closer to her. The kiss didn't last any longer than five seconds, yet for both of them it felt so much longer. Bill pushed away quickly, looking down.

"S-s-s-s-Sorry!" He blurted, covering his face. Amy let out a soft laugh.

"It's okay, bill...to be honest, that took you too long." She said. Bill laughed.

And then they were silent again. For a while, again. Alone. Again. They looked at each other for a long time. If you were to ask either, they'd say it was like a magnet; something was pulling them together. They were silent for a minute, then Bill slammed his lips against Amy's, and it didn't even take her time to kiss back. Their chests were pressed against each other. Amy's hands in Bill's hair, Bill's hands around Amy's hips. They pulled away from each other only when they needed breath, and even then. They were so close that their foreheads were touching. Bill thought Amy must be disgusted. But when he opens his eyes, her face is flushed, her eyes were bright, and she was smiling. And he was smiling too. And they stayed like that, neither of them having any desire to move away. But they knew they had to, so, much to their discomfort, they pulled away from each other for a bit. Bill sighed.

"I gotta g-go face my mother." He said.

"I gotta go face myself." Amy laughed, and stood up. She started to walk away, but then turned, smiling at Bill, shooting him the million dollar line again. "Stay cute, stutter king." She said softly. He smiled.

"Stay sweet, sugar queen." He said.

No stutter.

((THIS IS NOT OVER IM WRITING AN EPILOGUE))