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Right By Your Side (Bill X Reader)

Prompt: While in the whole Neibolt house the reader finds herself locked in a room that's rapidly filling with water.

Warnings: cursing, almost drowning, broken bones, blood.

Word Count: 2.3k

I didn't want to be doing this. Not now at least. It simply isn't a good idea, especially after what just happened at in Bill's garage. Bill insisted and rode off on silver as we all protested. By the time we got to the Neibolt House he was already standing by the steps.

I quickly jump off my bike as the rest of the losers pull up next to me. We're all panting from trying to keep up.

"Bill! Bill you can't go in there. This is crazy." Bev tries to tell him as we all walk past the gate.

"Look you don't have to come in with me. But what happens when another Georgie goes missing? Or another Betty? Or another Ed Corcoran? Or one of us? Are you just gonna pretend it isn't happening like everyone else in this town? Because I can't. I go home, and all I see is that Georgie isn't there. His clothes, his toys, his stupid stuffed animals, but he isn't. So walking into this house, for me, it's eaiser than walking into my own." He says staring at us with tears in his eyes. He scans our group before he walking up the rest of the steps.

"Wow." Richie mutters.

"What?"

"He didn't stutter once." I say before following him up the steps, Richie, Ben, and a few others following quickly.

"Wait," We all turn to Stan who caught us all off guard. He's stiff as he looks around, "umm... shouldn't we have some people keep watch? You know just in case something bad happens?" Stan starts looking around at us nervously.

"Who-o wants to stay out here?" Bill asks. All the boys hands shoot up. Bev and I look at eachother and shrug. I'll do whatever to support Bill even if I don't necessarily want to do it. Slowly the boy's hands lower as they look around at eachother.

"Fuck." Richie sighs.

*mini time skip*

"I can't believe I pulled the short straw. You guys are lucky you're not measuring dicks." Richie mutters in a somewhat angry manner.

"Shut up, Richie." Eddie says as I sigh.

"I'd still end up in here." I mutter making Richie laugh and Eddie give a little short before composing himself, trying to make it look as of he didn't just laugh. We walk through the dusty, grimey, old house, my nose scrunching up in disgust.

"I can smell it. Don't breathe through your mouth." Richie says.

"How come?" Eddie questions.

"Because then you're eating it." Eddie gags and unzips his fanny pack, shuffling through before pulling out his inhaler and taking a puff. I roll my eyes and continue looking around. I feel something hit my head and look up. A small stain on the ceiling catches my eye as a drop of water squeezes out and plops onto my forehead. I grimace and wipe it off as Bill pulls me towards Richie who know holds a crumpled paper. His breathing picks up, his hands slightly shake as he tries to keep from panicking.

"What?" Bill asks.

"It... it says I'm missing."

"Y-y-you're not missing, Richie." Bill tries telling him but Richie's panicked voice drowns his out.

""Police Department, City of Derry." That's my shirt. That's my hair. That's my face. That's my name! That's my age! That's the date!" Richie screams as Bill tries to calm him down.

"Calm down, this isn't real." It kinda scares me to. What if this is foreshadowing what will happen after today.

"It can't be real, Richie." Bill tells him trying to take the paper.

"No, it says it! What the fuck! And look! Y/n, grab that one!" Richie yells throwing down the paper as Bill grabs his arms. I look at a paper that lays on a branch next to his head. Bill gives me a look as if saying 'don't grab it's but I don't listen and tune out Richie's screaming. I grab the paper a begin to read.

"Police Department, City of Derry. MISSING Y/n L/n. Last see-" I crumple up the paper and throw it down trying to prevent a anxiety attack.

"Am I gonna go missing? Is y/n gonna go missing? What the fuck!" Richie screams as his eyes look back and forth at Bill and I. I shake my head trying to drown him out.

"Look at me, Richie. Look at me." We both look at Bill who looks down at the fliers.

"Those.... th-those aren't real. It's playing tricks on you." As soon as Bill finishes his sentence we here a girl yell "hello" we look up. We some thuds before the voice comes through again.

"Hello?" We walk out of the room. I look up the stairs as we head her yell out again.

"Help me, please!" She sobs. A light bulb goes off in my head as I realise who was yelling. Betty. I quickly start up the stairs, the boys whisper screaming from behind me in protest before following. I hear a gasp as I get to a hallway, dust covering the walls. I hear coughing and quickly follow it to another hallway. A door is slightly opens and inside the room is Betty. I jump and gasp as I feel a hand grab mine, swinging around with wide eyes. I sigh in relief at the sight of Bill before looking back at Betty. She turns her head and looks at me. I quickly try to head down the hall but Bill's hand slows me down. Halfway down the hall Betty is pulled away with a scream. I gasp and turn away, burying my head in Bill's chest as I process the fact that my neighbor is for sure gone. He holds me tight to him before we trudge foward, his arm now around my waist. We enter the now empty room and I shake my head.

"She was just here. Where the fuck did she go?" Richie asks. I turn back and see Eddie where we began, staring at the stained glass. I squeeze Bill's hand, making him look at me.

"I'm going to go get, Eddie. I'll be right back." I say. He nods and I turn away, walking down the hall again. I see the door in front of Eddie open.

"Eddie, back away!" I yell at him I hear the door behind me slam. Eddie spins around sees me. I start to run towards him and get yanked into one of the rooms. I scream and look into the face of Pennywise. He laughs and grips my face hard, his sharps nails cutting into my skin. I hear Eddie yell for me and look to the door. He's standing there with wide eyes as Pennywise smiles grimly. He slams my body through the floor, laughing madly as I scream in pain. I hit the floor and cry out as I feel several finger break, my ankle twisting in an awkward angle. I sob looking up at the room I was just in. I crawl towards the door and try to open it, ignoring the pain. It's locked. I hear a gush and my head spins. Water begins rushing into the room dcoming towards me. I quickly stand up, putting my weight on my good leg and look to the hole I fell out off. It begins to repair itself.

"BILL! RICHIE! EDDIE! PLEASE! HELP! BILL PLEASE!" I scream. I can hear them all screaming back. The waters already up to my knees.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I scream as tears poor down my face. Water begins flowing in faster. I can hear yelling and Pennywise laughing. I know that the rest of the group has come in. I take in a big gasp of air before the water rushes over my head. I try to swim but my ankle prevents me. Even below the water, tears slipped from my eyes. Slowly everything goes black.

Bill's POV

I swing open the "Not Scary" door again. The hallway from which we entered shows.

"Oh, thank fuck." Richie sighs.

"Where's ,Y/n, Eddie?" As I ask I hear a scream.

"HELP!" I hear Eddie's voice drift to us and we take off running. We burst into the door and see Pennywise huncher over a sobbing Eddie. I can hear rushing water and sobby screams coming from a room near by. I turn towards the sound but am quickly drawn back by a little giggle. I stare the clown in the eyes as it grins and drools.

"This isn't real enough for you, Billy? I'm not real enough for you?" It fake sobs.

"Oh, shit." Richie mutters as It's face twists up in a malicious grin.

"It was real enough for Georgie." It laughs before launching at us. We back up as we here a scream and a metal rod goes straight into Pennywise's head. Everyone poors in as It fake wails.

"Get Eddie! Get Eddie!" They yell as we scramble to him. It growls and straightens up. It's head cocks to the side as a haunting giggle leaves it's lips. It turns it's head towards the sound of running water.

"1 down, 7 to go."I laughs before growling again. My mouth drops. I can hear little crys and gasps coming from the others. We all begin to scream as it turns back towards us, teeth like a wolf. It stomps towards us growling and laughing. Claws sprout from his gloves before he turn, claws Ben's stomach, and leaves towards the rushing water. I quickly stand up. We hear a thump and go quiet. My eyes begin to water.

"Don't let him get away!" I quickly go after him, ignoring the screams of protest. I see it open the door and turn to me before taking off towards down the stairs. I watch as it sinks down it a well. I quickly turn to the door he just opened. Y/n lays in jumbled mess on the floor, water rushing around us. A sob leaves my throat as collapse next to her. I scoop up her limp body and rock as the yelling of the other losers hits my ears. I stand up and walk into the room, still holding her wet, cold body. Bev let's out a sob as Richie silently cries. Despite his pain, Eddie scoots over to us, placing his fingers on her wrist. His eyes widen before he pulls away.

"She still has a faint pulse. Can you do cpr?" He asks me. Y/n and I learned in a health course during the sixth grade. I lay he down on the floor and begin pushing down on her chest before bringing my lips to hers and giving air. I repeat this for a few minutes before beginning to lose hope. Finally she takes a gasp of air, her eyes open. We all sign in relief as she lays back, catching her breath. I catch her eye and she gives me a small smile.

"Hi." She mutters making me give a little laugh as we tuned out everybody helped Eddie. My eyes widened.

"Oh sh-sh-shit! We have t-to go." I say as I help her up. She takes a step and falls to the floor with a yell of agony. They look back at the us as she tries to push herself off the floor, crying out when the pain of her finger hits her. Richie passes Eddie to Bill and Mike and runs back to us. I pull Y/n onto my lap, holding her close. Richie sqauts down in front of us.

"I'm just gonna pop it back into place, okay?" She nods and turns her head, nuzzling into my neck. I play with her hair as Richie gently grabs her foot. Her twists it to its normal position, a strangled cry leaving Y/n's lips. I kiss her forehead before holding her bridal style and carrying her out. I place her on the handle bars of my bike and quickly does a after the others.

*time skip*

Y/n's POV

It's been about a week since the incident at the Neibolt House. 7 of my fingers broke along with my left ankle. I've stayed in my room listening to Bowie and Wham!, just staring at the ceiling.

"Y/n?" I hear my brother call up to me.

"Yes?" I hear some whispering and some shuffling around from downstairs. I sit up as my dog runs down the the hall and down the stairs.

"Bill's here! I'm sending him up!" Shortly after o hear footsteps. He enters my room with a small smile, closes the door, and sits down next to me.

"H-h-hey." He says nervously.

"Hi." He shifts nervously before looking me in the eye and grabbing my hand.

"I'm so-so-so-sorry. I sh-sh-shouldn't have made y-you go in w-with me. You almost d-d-died." I squeeze his hand.

"You didn't make me go. I would do anything for you. I was going into that house with you whether I drew the short straw or not." I say, wiping away his tears.

"I'm s-s-sorry." He stutters. I wrap my arms around him and pull him towards me. I miss the top of his head a slowly rock as he wraps his arms around my waist.

"Don't be. I'm always going to be supporting you. I'm always going to be right here by your side." He smiles and sits up straight. Placing one hand on my cheek and one on my waist, he stares into my eyes.

"Thank you." He leans foward and captures my lips with his own in a gentle, loving kiss. I kiss back and wrap my arms around his neck. We pull away and I lay my nuzzle my face into his neck, blushing.

"I've w-w-wanted to d-do that for such a l-long time." I look up at him and peck his cheek.

"I'll always be right by your side."

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