IT Oneshots

Sleepover (Bill Denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Summary: It's just another sleepover at Bill's house until you suddenly get a visitor.

Warning: fear of asphyxiation?

Word Count: 1600+

"Promise me both of you will be responsible?" Bill's dad said, giving a pointed look to Bill. Although it sounded more like a question, it was obvious that it was supposed to be interpreted as an affirmative statement.

"O-Of c-course dad," Bill responded quite quickly. Under normal circumstances, Bill would have asked him directly why he was so focused on him in that situation. Heck, you were here too, weren't you? It takes two people to tango. But, he was too nervous that it would push his dad over the edge since he found another hidden model of the sewages in the garage earlier that day.

You simply smiled at Bill's mom and dad as they left, telling them to take time to enjoy their dinner plans. Looking back on it, it may have been misconstrued as a promiscuous statement, but you honestly had nothing planned.

Bill's parents didn't care that much, knowing that the two of you were harmless. You and Bill have had so many sleepovers that you lost count after 15. That was mostly because you were 7 when you started to have sleepovers with Bill. It helped that you two lived just a few houses away from each other so spontaneous sleepovers were quite common.

This one was no different, you and Bill would sit around either watching a bit of television or have a contest about creating the best story within specific time limit (which Bill won just about every time). You two were lounging in the living room, eyes scanning over the TV screen with really no interest but you didn't know what else to do.

"H-Hey if you w-w-want to, we c-can play s-s-some board games."

You nodded excitedly, able to finally break yourself from the lucid state that the TV put you in. "Do you mind if I go change though?" You asked, eyes following Bill as he started to head towards the cabinet where they stored all of their games.

"O-Of c-course not," Bill answered, "Y-Y-You can c-change in my r-room if you want."

"Thanks Bill!"

You quickly grabbed your bag and ran up the stairs, stopping once you got to his door. Carefully, you opened the door, peeking around at his stuff. Even though you both hang out a lot, coming into his room alone feels a bit awkward.

Nonetheless, you shut the door behind you, not caring to lock the door because you wouldn't think Bill would randomly open the door unannounced. Your bag makes a thump sound when it hits the ground, mainly because you brought some stuff of your own: books, art supplies, notebooks, and really anything you thought was interesting.

You sifted through the stuff in your backpack, yanking our your clothes from the bottom when you freeze. Holding your breath, you slowly look up at the mirror that was sat in front of you on the wall, only to be met with your own reflection. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the tiredness that you acquired from zoning out downstairs. For a second, you thought you saw Georgie standing behind you in the mirror. It was outrageous, you knew that, but something about it seemed so real. It was like you could feel his presence behind you.