#hyckss

[legacybaitarch]

@hyckss​:            i say this as a certified crazy person: it takes one to know one. ( college verse!wes / addict!wes? )

inbox content:            i forgot the meme bc i’ve been so mia :(

"wes,”  samantha’s tone takes her back to her babysitting days. she never had to speak to wes so firmly; that kid was guaranteed good as gold, easiest ten bucks an hour she ever mad. sam’s not his mother, that is a role that she can never fill, no matter how deeply she worries and cares for tara’s friends. they’re all grown now, old enough to have flown the nest  —  but ghostface as an identity doesn’t just live in woodsboro. no, sam can never replace judy hicks ... but she takes wes by his shoulders in the way a desperate guardian might and grips him tight.

“listen to me, wes,”  as uncomfortable as it is, her eyes don’t waver from his baby blues;  “i need you to really, really listen to me. you are not crazy,”  oh, sam wishes that someone had told her that as wes’ age ... or much, much earlier.  “you are not fucking crazy. you saw some fucked up shit way too fucking young,”  sam would know what that is like;  “that doesn’t make you crazy, i swear. don’t ever let anybody tell you different, okay?”

[thornyhearts]

@hyckss​ asked: “ I should have died. ” ( @ Sidney )

her heart broke at wes's words, one hand automatically reaching for him in an attempt to provide some sort of comfort. how many times had she said those exact words to herself? how long had she felt that way, suffering guilt for enjoying even the smallest of things? “perhaps, but you didn’t, wes. despite those assholes’ best efforts, you’re still here.” she sighed, wanting nothing more than to take his pain ( and the pain of the other survivors ) onto herself so that they didn’t have to suffer with it. they were so young. they should have been going to parties, talking about crushes, doing whatever else it was that high schoolers today did. they didn’t need to be attending funerals, trying to figure out life without their family or friends, or jumping at shadows. “i’m not going to lie to you, wes. the next few years are going to be painful while you try to navigate everything and heal and learn how to live again. but you know what? you’re not alone. you’ve got sam and tara, mindy and chad. and you have me. all you need to do is just call or text me whenever you need to talk through things. i’m right here.”

[phonestalked]

@hyckss​​​​​​​  :   “ you  have  no  idea  what  i’ve  been  through. ”

 it  was  easy  to  tell  when  wes  was  in  a  bad  mood.   the  guy  wasn’t  good  at  hiding  emotions,  just  one  look  of  his  face  was  enough  to  tell  chad  that  something  was  up.   of  course,  he  pries.  because  that’s  what  friends  do,  right ?   and  even  though  the  response  isn’t  the  most  friendly,  he  keeps  a  jovial  demeanor  despite.     “   that’s  very  true.  ”     he  says,  index  finger  raising  in  the  air  and  angling  towards  the  other  as  if  to  solidify  his  point.     “   but  if  you  plan  on  moping  around  all  day,  you  could  at  least  tell  me  what  happened.   ”     there’s  a  mischievous  spark  behind  dark  eyes  as  he  looks  at  the  other,  before  a  small  smirk  forms.   did  he  plan  on  instigating  this  further ?   absolutely.   if  only  for  the  sake  of  lightening  the  mood  and  getting  the  other  to  open  up.     “   or  you  can  just  wallow  in  your  own  self  pity.   but  that  would  really  kill  the  mood.   ”

[sequelkilled]

"   somehow   you   need   to   persuade   him   to   part   with   a   million   dollars   .   "

@hyckss​

[requeled]

@hyckss​ sent “why do you have that look on your face?”

          “ what look ? ” but even as she asks , the grin they’ve been trying to hold back slips. letting out a chuckle , mindy playfully nudges wes’s arm with her elbow.  “ come on , are we just not gonna talk about the hair ?  i mean it looks good , just-- ” mindy laughs again. “ okay mr. frosted tips. ”

[popularmxnster]

@hyckss liked for a smol starter!

"Yeah i know. Another Ghostface around the same time im released? I get it. As ive said each and every time theres a new copycat, its not me. I dont have anything to do with it and besides, killing random kids isnt my game. Never was. There was reasoning behind each victim. Why would i suddenly go after people i dont know?" Billy said with a heavy sigh and knocked back the glass of liquor in his hand. "So hate to break it to you but who you're looking for aint me. Now unless you're going to buy me another drink, can you fuck off? Im trying to enjoy my night." He lied easily. He was drowning himself in alcohol and not enjoying it.

[phonestalked]

𝙾𝙽𝙴  𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 :   @hyckss​

“   so  what  exactly  are  you  saying  ?   am  i,  like,  next  ?   ”

[legacybaitarch]

@hyckss​:            [ 📞 ] ‘ it’s me. can we talk? ’

inbox content:            phone call prompts.

she doesn’t make the mistake of last time; when he calls, sam answers immediately. his number has been saved in her phone, to save him from the wasteland of her spam inbox.  “hey  —  wes, of course.”  sam retreats to the relative privacy of the bathroom, in case richie comes back while she’s on the line.  “wes how  —  how are you doing? how’re you feeling kiddo?”  maybe it’s bad, treating him as if he’s made of glass. he almost died, his mother is gone ... all in the span of one fucking day. doesn’t that warrant some coddling?