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Midnight Mishaps | bill denbrough

>> gif credit to @/tilldeathdousart on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Bill Denbrough

requested | Anonymous

warnings | None

word count | 865

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian's noun (parents, mom, dad...etc.), (h/h/t) = his, her, or their, (h/c) = hair color

summary | Can you write a bill x reader where they Sneak into bills room to sleep and the reader and him talk about their nightmares about the neibolt house and the sewers- while they fall asleep back to back, they wake up holding each other with their legs tangled together and JUST FILLED WITH SO MUCH INNOCENCE AND FLUFF THANKS

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Bill sighed as he placed his pencil on his desk, closing his eyes and running his fingers through his hair. Even though it was near 11 at night, he couldn't sleep. It had only been a month since the defeat of Pennywise, and if he was being honest, It still haunted him almost every night. The sound of Its scratchy voice still sounded in his ears when he craved sleep.

There was light tapping outside that made him look up. His eyebrows furrowed as he moved aside his blinds. He was surprised to see you standing behind the glass, a frightened look on your face. Bill leaned over and unlocked his window, sliding it up.

"(Y/n)? W-W-What are you doing here? It's alm-most 11 o'clock at night?" He asked. You looked around you and wiped your nose on the sleeve of your hoodie.

"I know. I know, and I'm sorry. I just... I've been having these horrible nightmares lately and I can't spend another night alone. Not again." You whispered, your voice cracking slightly. Bill looked around before nodding.

"Go t-to my front door. I'll be there in j-j-just a second." Bill replied, keeping his voice relatively quiet. You nodded and began to walk away. Bill shut his window and locked it again. He knew that your (g/n) had to travel a lot for (h/h/t) job, which left you home alone a lot. It was never really a problem before now. Ever since you had your encounter with Pennywise, you could hardly stand to be alone.

He stood on the tips of his feet, not wanting to wake his parents. He slowly made his way to the door and unlocked it silently. He opened it to see you looking at your feet. You glanced up and walked in. For a few seconds, you both stood in front of each other. Finally, you threw yourself into his arms.

"I'm sorry I just-"

"Hey, I-It's fine. Let's just lay down, ok-kay?" He said. You nodded. He pulled away and wrapped an arm around you, leading you to his room. When you got in, you immediately walked to his bed. You and Bill have been friends since the 1st grade so you made yourself comfortable in his bed, knowing he wouldn't mind. The bed sank slightly next you. It was silent for a few seconds before Bill finally said something.

"He's still in your dreams, i-isn't he?" He asked. You sighed.

"Not a night goes by when he isn't. And what's even worse is that most of the time, I know I'm dreaming. I can feel everything and know I'm asleep, but I can't do anything about it. I'm just stuck in a never-ending cycle of torture until I finally wake up." You replied. Bill swallowed and thought out his next action carefully. He said nothing and grabbed your hand. You closed your eyes and squeezed it, knowing that if you said anything, you'd ruin the moment.

Bill's hand was warm and it seemed to fit perfectly with yours. A small smile tugged at your lips as you felt your cheeks turn scarlet. Bill was also smiling, glad that he hadn't made anything awkward. If he listened close enough, he could hear the quick thump of a heart. If it was his or yours, he didn't know. Either way, he fell asleep to the calming sound of it.

>> timeskip <<

Bill inhaled a familiar scent as the sun shone brightly through his window. He adjusted himself slightly and pulled what was in his arms closer. He hadn't had a dream that wasn't haunted in while, so he wanted to hold onto it for as long as could. But alas, the rays of sunshine beaming into his room were much too bright to let him continue his slumber.

He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the light. When they finally did, he was a bit surprised to see a lot of (h/c) strands. He inhaled once again, at first not being able to tell what that scent was, but now realizing what it was. It smelled of strawberry shortcake and vanilla. It was your scent.

He knew the vanilla came from the shampoo and conditioner from the drugstore, but he was never able to pinpoint where the strawberry shortcake came from. Perhaps it was just natural.

He backed up slightly and almost jumped at what he saw. He had his arms wrapped around you and you had yours wrapped around him. One of his legs was atop one of yours and your face was buried in his chest. He looked at you and hoped that you were still asleep. Maybe he could scoot away without you noticing. He slowly began to move his body away from yours but stopped when he felt you squeeze him.

"Please don't move. This feels really nice." You mumbled into his chest. Bill raised his eyebrows, wondering if it was just sleep talking, but seeing as your grip never let up, he timidly settled back down. He lightly placed his chin on the top of your head.

"I love you, Bill." You whispered. He smiled.

"I l-love you too, (Y/n)." He replied while closing his eyes and taking in your sweet smell once again.