#trustrauma

[silverawayyya-blog]

i love bill. i love georgie. i love our denbrough boys. i love becca. & that's a rock fact !!!

[silverawayyya-blog]

HEADCANON- ft. @trustrauma every halloween bill would head to the pumpkin patch pulling georgie in an their old radio flyer wagon. even on foot the older denbrough would go fast giving his brother the opportunity to scream “ hi yo billy awayyy !” the boys then would pick out their pumpkins & spend the rest of the night carving them on their porch. 

after georige died bill still continued this tradition. alone he would take the radio flyer to the patch, pick out two pumpkins, one for him one for his brother, & spend the night carving his. he left georgie’s untouched, since his brother liked to do his own.

[silverawayyya-blog]

" I can't juh-georgie. i'm d-dead ." he lay sprawled on floor. right where he fell. fouled by morlock spear. now it was up to his little brother to protect the village. " yuh-you don't g-get back up when yuh-your dead ." with that bill stilled. hues closed. playing the part.

@trustrauma

[janeivesarchive]

HM !

HM'ST’VN’ST

[silverawayyya-blog]

KEDS beat against pavement in a mad dash. he ran home. lucky for him richie's house was not too far. though not close enough either. winded with a mighty stitch in his side he continued on. he had to get home! 

it was his fault. 

bill knew all the blame belonged to him. he had really done it. the night before was a blast. a sleepover with his friends. doing what boys do. making jokes. popcorn fights. putting up with richie's commentary as they watched whatever movie the four decided to put on. the morning that followed almost seemed as perfect. 

until the call came. 

his mother on the other line. georgie. he had gone pale white. ran out without even finsihing his eggs. how could he have been so selfish? how could he leave his brother alone. he knew what georgie faced every night. the nightmares. the clown. & he abandoned him. & for what? one night with his friends? 

throwing open the front door he dashed up the stairs. taking two at a time. first to his brother's room. empty. that was not a sunrise. next. his. he's there. curled up on the older boy's bed. bill froze in the doorway. " juh-georgie i-i-i . . ." how will his brother trust him now? " i-i'm so suh-sorry ."

@trustrauma // sc.

[lackedfear-blog]

☃ / 4 richie !

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        ah,   winter  ! !    richie  tozier  second  favorite  season,   autumn  leading  the  pack.   the  atmosphere  around  derry  was  festive  for  christmas   &   the  new  year  were  just  around  the  corner.   old  brown  boots  sinking  in  the  freezing  snow,   the  raven - haired  boy  hugged  himself  tightly  as  he  made  his  way  to  stuttering  bill’s  house.   turning  onto  the  denbrough’s  street,   richie  could  see  the  small  figure  of  george  denbrough  in  his  front  yard.   ❛    hey  georgie  ! !     ❜    richie  called  out  when  he  was  only  10  or  so  yards  away.     ❛    is  bill  hom—-    ❜     cut  of  by  a  chill  hitting  his  face,   richie  stood  in  shock.   his  thickly  rimmed  glasses  fell  into  the  snow  from  the  sheer  force  of  the  snowball  attack.   silently   &   without  looking  georgie  in  the  eye,   richie  grabbed  his  glasses  from  the  snow,   slid  them  up  his  nose   &   then  grabbed  a  handful  of  snow.    ❛    i’ll  admit,   georgie  boy,   that  was  a  good  throw   …   &   you  caught  me  off guard    ;    but  you  you  just  started  a  war,   my  little  friend  ! !   ❜