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Quentin Smith, 23

letters ◇ thoughts ◇ dreams

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[ghostface]

( it doesn't, not really. danny can cut him a new one, like he cut him a new everything in the fog. maybe it matters because quentin wanted it. maybe it matters because quentin asked for it. )

call it a sick curiosity. that rings familiar, right? (:

[pharmacy]

oh sure, just wondering huh? just thinking about it in the middle of the night

what else are you thinking about?

[ghostface]

your cunt on my dick.

[pharmacy]

aw and here I was thinking about your neck in a noose

[ghostface]

how long have you wanted that? about as long as i've wanted to fuck you? you couldn't make shit stick in the fog.

[pharmacy]

since i saw the camera, but i've got a much more robust visual anymore

stop saying that

[ghostface]

( no! )

what? that i want to fuck you? that ain't ever been a secret, and i've topped your little cunt off so many times that you ain't got any business getting shy about it now.

you wanna know how long for me? it wasn't even our first trial together. it was before that.

[pharmacy]

yeah that, it's pathetic for you to keep crying about sth you're never gonna get again

Go ahead, woo me with the story
Was it when you first heard my name? Wow, not many names begin with Q out there, I'm sprung

[ghostface]

( that's such an uninspiring lie that danny nearly doesn't grace him with a response. he's here to get off, not spiral out over how much of a goddamn shit liar quentin is and always has been. )

the first time i saw you at the campfire. i waited. i don't know how long i waited, it felt like weeks. i waited for her to put us in the arena together.

[pharmacy]

WHY
why me
why the fuck did you pick me

[ghostface]

i don't know, quentin. you must be a magnet for this shit.

krueger, me, cesare, every other fucked up bitch you're dick-riding in this brand new shithole. i think it's time to stop asking questions and start looking inward 'cause any answer i give you ain't gonna be one you're gonna wanna hear.

[pharmacy]

don't you fucking bring up krueger

cw: just gonna blanket warn this for csa and other things bc of the krueger namedrop

[ghostface]

did he fuck you, too, q? is that it? sit you down on his fucked up dick and tell you to count down from ten? he sure fucking liked to talk about you.

that's a good wisdom

[pharmacy]

[ That gets it: a blue-white pop of rage. ]

you know why? because if the entity hadn't stopped me, I would have fucking ended him, the same way I'll fucking end you

1/2

[ghostface]

( oh, that's good. good girl. good, good girl. )

[ghostface]

that's why you're my favorite.

[pharmacy]

[ This doesn't make sense. This doesn't make sense. ]

after tomorrow, you stay the fuck away from me
don't talk about me with my friends or your friends or anyone

[ghostface]

i ain't got any friends, but sure. we're done.

mmmm cw: sluTSHAMING IG

[pharmacy]

woe is you with your pet god or your hoard of intense weird little cockhops, but NO FRIENDS 😢
i think you're gonna be just fine

[ghostface]

( wow, calling john his pet is a bold move, cotton. )

you're still my number one cockhop, q, don't worry. does that bother you? that not everyone took your little emergency flare warning for what it was? you can't win 'em all.

[pharmacy]

lick john's ass goodnight for me, I'll see you tomorrow

[ he's out ]

[ghostface]

sleep tight, sweetheart.

( but they both know neither of them is sleeping tonight. )