When You Don’t Know What’s Real | Bill Denbrough X Reader
English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.
Request: Asdfghjkl all your imagines are beautifulll. I was wondering if you could do a Bill x reader, where, it’s the final fight with Pennywise and the reader’s greatest fear is loosing all of her friends, so Pennywise makes her see Bill and the rest of the Losers dead. So they get separated and when they actually find her it looks like she’s holding thin air, but to her it’s their imaginary corpses and Bill has to convince her that they are not real and just angst followed by a ton of fluff? Please?
Characters: Bill/fem!reader, Richie, Beverly, Ben, Mike, Stan and Eddie. Georgie and Pennywise are mentioned.
Warnings: Death, kind of.
Word Count: 2170 words.
“Guys?” (Y/N) called them once more, feeling her heart pound in her chest while she was standing where she had been in the last five minutes.
Of course she’s got separated from the rest of the group, she should have seen that one coming. (Y/N) didn’t know if she should go look for them or if she should wait there, waiting for them to come back for her. She was afraid they wouldn’t come back, though. She wondered if that was how Stanley Uris was feeling at the moment.
Stan had disappeared shortly after all the losers had gone down the well. They were looking for him when (Y/N) got separated from the group.
She thought she’d seen Stan running somewhere and her eyes focused in that direction to see if she’d seen correctly, but nothing else moved there. When (Y/N) turned again, her friends were no longer there.
And there she was, lost and frightened, holding a crowbar she’d found in the sewer and taken, in case It tried to attack her. She was looking sideways and listening intently, trying to hear if her friends were calling for her. But it wasn’t her name that she had heard, it was a scream.
The voice sounded familiar, only taking a few seconds for her to recognize it as Stan’s. He didn’t seem to be so far from where she was. She ran off toward the sound, feeling desperate to reach him. If she found Stan, they could look for the others together. (Y/N) felt relieved, she wouldn’t be alone anymore.
Her feet moved faster when (Y/N) heard a loud noise, like something - or several things - falling to the floor. The noise was just around the corner, she was so close. A smile appeared on her face before she turned the corner, expecting to see the curly haired boy. But that wasn’t exactly what she saw, which made her smile disappear as she felt herself freezing.
Stan was there, along with the rest of the Losers’ Club, lying on the floor, not moving, lifeless. (Y/N) stared at them, not believing what she was seeing. She blinked a few times, hoping the bodies would disappear, that it was just in her head. But they were still there, they were real.
She didn’t know where she’d taken that strength from, but she felt her legs make her walk up to them. (Y/N) was shaking lightly, tears streaming down her face as she fell to her knees, next to the body that was closer to her.
A sob left her mouth when she saw who it was. Bill Denbrough. (Y/N) felt her heart break when she saw him there. She let go of the crowbar she held tightly and, with her trembling hands, pulled him into her arms, holding him.
She was holding Bill Denbrough’s body. Bill, who had been her best friend for a long time, the same sweet boy who always tried to make her feel better, who introduced her to his friends and who eventually became her friends too; the boy who made her heart skip a beat every time he smiled at her, the dead boy in her arms.
(Y/N) closed her eyes tightly, feeling more tears stream down her cheeks. She opened them after a few seconds, lifting her gaze to the other losers; The first one she saw was Bev.
The funny and understanding Beverly Marsh, the only other girl in the club. Bev was the reason they were there… Had they found her before they died? The Marsh girl often slept in (Y/N)’s house and they always had so much fun; they had each other’s backs since they met, they were so close.
More tears streamed as she moved her gaze to two other bodies. Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier were lying side by side, facing each other. (Y/N) was an only child, but she always saw them as if they were her brothers. They were so important to her.
Richie always invited her to watch movies at Aladdin when he had money; such a funny guy, he always made her laugh. Eddie and (Y/N) always went to the train yard to see the trains passing, and once they had started talking, they didn’t stop for a long time. The two boys were always bickering, and even if (Y/N) told them that was annoying, she liked it. She’d miss it.
Near them was Ben Hanscom. They had bonded over their similar music taste; sometimes she’d go to his house after school to listen to New Kids on the Block, singing along with the songs as they imagined themselves in a performance or something. He confided his crush on Bev to her, asking for advice of what he should do. Had he had time to confess to Bev?
Mike Hanlon wasn’t lying so far from Ben. She hadn’t known Mike for as long as she knew the others, but he was, personally, one of her favorite losers. He always seemed so eager to learn more about history and she admired it. He was so kind and a good friend to talk to. (Y/N) adored Mike.
And there was also Stanley Uris, who had blood running down his head.
He had always been such a nice guy to her. She remembered once that her mother had scolded her - for being a lazy person and not cleaning her room that often - when Stan was hanging out with her in her living room; he helped her clean up her room and (Y/N) didn’t think she’d ever seen her room as organized as that day. Stan always invited her to go watch birds with him, but she never got to go.
(Y/N) looked back at Bill, before she started crying loudly, closing her eyes again and leaning her forehead on his cold one.
And then she heard footsteps somewhere nearby, which made her freeze again. (Y/N) went quiet immediately, hearing the footsteps coming toward where she was. It didn’t sound like it was just a person running, but at least four were running to her. Did that damn clown bring some friends with it?
She didn’t dare look at the direction of the noise, her eyes still closed as she held Bill tightly in her arms. The footsteps stopped a few feet from her and she was sure that whoever they were, they could see her.
“(Y/N)?” she heard Bill’s familiar voice calling for her, causing her to open her eyes quickly.
The girl looked at Bill’s corpse, seeing that he was still lifeless, before raising her gaze to the direction the voice had come. Bill, Eddie, Richie, Ben, Mike, and Stan were standing there, staring at her, alive. The Uris boy was bleeding just like his corpse, but still, he was alive. Oh, that fucking clown wanted to mess with her head.
“A-are you okay?” Bill spoke again, drawing her attention to him. His eyes showed relief and concern at the same time. “Did I-it hurt you?” the girl squeezed dead Bill’s body before letting go of it slowly, her eyes glancing at the crowbar. “We ne-need to go-”
In the moment that Bill - who she thought was a hallucination or something - took a step toward her, she picked up the crowbar, getting up quickly.
“You fucking bastard!” (Y/N) shouted at them, making the group look at her with caution and surprise. “You can’t fool me!”
“Is she nuts?” she heard Richie mutter to Eddie.
“(Y/N)?” Bill looked confused at her. “We ne-need to go f-find Bev.”
Her eyes looked at Bev’s corpse lying there. How dumb did It think she was? She felt herself tearing up.
“She’s dead!” she exclaimed, looking at Beverly before looking at the bodies of the other losers. “They’re all dead.”
“What do you mean she’s dead?” she could hear Ben asking, but she didn’t turn to him. “You saw her?”
Bill’s eyes followed the direction she was looking, only seeing the dirty floor. He looked back at (Y/N), seeing the pain and fear in her eyes, and after a few seconds, he understood what was happening.
“(Y/N)…” he tried to approach her, but the girl turned quickly to him, almost hitting him with the crowbar, making him take a step back. “I don’t know wuh-what you’re s-s-seeing, but w-uh-whatever it is, it’s nuh-not real.”
The girl looked at him, seeing those worried eyes on her. She wanted so badly to believe him. And then her gaze turned to the corpse of Bill Denbrough. She couldn’t be a fool this time.
“They’re dead.” (Y/N) said again; Bill was about to deny it but she continued. “You took them from me. Bill is gone. They are gone.”
“We a-a-are right he-here, (Y/N).”
“No, they’re not! I’ll never be able to tell them how amazing they are.” tears streamed down her cheeks again. “I’ll never be able to tell Bill how much I love him.”
(Y/N) would have noticed the surprised look that passed through his eyes, but the comment Richie made drew her attention to him. "Fuck, (Y/N), you’re sounding crazier than Eddie’s mom.”
Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Seriously? Right now?”
(Y/N) pointed at them with the crowbar, startling them a little. “See? That’s what I was thinking when I saw their bodies, in these endless fights they have! That’s why you’re showing me this!”
“Is that seriously what you thought when you saw us dead?” Richie narrowed his eyes.
Bill seemed to completely ignore him, drawing her attention back to him. “You’re (Y-Y/N) (Y/L/N) and we-we have been n-n-neighbors f-f-for a long ti-time. We became f-f-friends because you s-s-s-stood up f-for me when those buh-boys were making fun of my s-s-s-stuttering.” he said, trying to somehow convince her that he was the real Bill. “You us-s-sed to help me t-take care of Juh-Juh-Georgie and t-t-there was this t-time we three left w-without my p-p-p-parents knowing and-”
"Get the fuck out of my head!” (Y/N) shouted, throwing the crowbar toward him. Wrong move.
It almost hit Bill, but the boy managed to move out of the way. Taking advantage of the fact that the girl was unarmed, Bill ran toward her. (Y/N) tried to run away, but he reached her first, turning her toward him.
“(Y/N), look at me.” he said, holding her face in his hands to make her look at him, but (Y/N) closed her eyes tightly, trying to get out of his grip. “(Y/N), wuh-we’re here. I’m he-here.” she shook her head. “You duh-don’t have to be af-f-fraid, I’m here with you.” (Y/N) wondered if the clown was using that soothing voice on purpose. “I’m here.” she was still tense, but stopped moving. With her friends dead, did she have a reason to fight?
“We’re not going anywhere, (Y/N).” she heard Mike say as she felt Bill stroking one of her cheeks, trying to calm her down. Why was he calming her down before killing her?
“We’re here. B-b-believe me.” she wanted to believe, even if it wasn’t true, she just wanted it to end. “I was s-s-s-so worried when I noticed you wuh-weren’t with us.” (Y/N) felt tears stream down her face. “You w-were there for me when I lost Juh-Georgie. I don’t know what I wuh-would do if I lost you t-too, lose you without t-t-telling you how muh-much I love you.”
(Y/N) wanted to believe. A world where her friends were alive and Bill loved her, it seemed like a world worth dying for. “I believe you.” she whispered, opening her eyes slowly.
(Y/N) expected to see the clown’s face in front of her, probably about to eat her, but instead she saw Bill’s face, his caring eyes looking carefully at her.
The girl’s gaze dropped to the ground, being surprised when she saw that there were no bodies on the floor. The corpses were gone. Her eyes widened and filled with tears as she looked back at Bill. The real Bill. Bill who was alive. Bill who loved her. (Y/N) pulled him into a desperate hug, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and squeezing him tightly. She felt Bill’s arms wrap around her waist as she cried on his shoulder.
“It’s o-oh-okay, I’m he-here.” Bill said quietly to her and the girl could feel him giving her a brief, sweet kiss on her hair.
“I totally saw that coming.” she heard Richie mutter to someone, which made her chuckle before she pulled away from Bill, wiping her tears.
The Denbrough boy looked at her with his loving eyes, a small relieved smile on his face, making her feel her heart skip a beat. She felt glad to be able to see him smiling again, making her smile back at him.
“O-okay.” Bill broke their eye contact, looking at the other losers, who looked relieved at (Y/N). “Let’s go look f-f-f-for Bev.” he took (Y/N)’s hand in his as he started to walk, turning his face to her. “S-s-stay close to me t-t-this time.”