[pwrballad]

a multi-muse based vaguely in the world of stranger things. by ripley. very private, very casual. i follow first.

muses:

eddie munson.

robin buckley.

jonathan byers.

max mayfield.

dustin henderson.

nancy thompson.

lisa swallows.

[heatherbecker]

the night is endless, like a warm blanket. it embraces heather, keeps her safe despite the dreadful feeling that haunts her. the stars are so bright and she notices it. the indication that something is changing tonight, she doesn't care to divinate what exactly. she tends to like surpises.

they're walking along one of those roads in hawkins that stretch long, nothing but street signs, dirt and grass spanning miles. what little light they have is under the street lamps heather is walking down an imaginary line, @pwrballad not too far behind, eddie makes her feel all sorts of things, intrigue, most of all. she's playing one foot behind the other, the fabrics of her skirt flowing with the light breeze. she turns to face him, he feels. content. and something else, she can't quite find what she's feeling because of him.

"you know..." she starts, holding her zipper hoodie closer, actually zipping it all the way up. "-i just noticed, we never see each other during the day. are you keeping me a secret, munson?" not the first time that this would happen, there's a sting and hope that it isn't that. "-or are you like secretly a vampire? creature of the night? definitely not a werewolf, i think i would have heard a bark or two at this point." she's teasing, heather's been devoting her time to tales of beings who eat fair young ladies such as herself. but she can never count herself to be that lucky. bright eyes linger on eddie and his reaction.

[pwrballad]

eddie's always loved music. something is always playing in his vicinity, be it drifting from his turntable or rattling through his van or coming from his own hands. he needs it. he loves it. when he was first turned, everything was too loud. crickets and heartbeats and the chafing grind of every blade of grass down the trailer park drive. it took awhile before he was used to it. now, he's an old pro. the sounds of night melt into one buzzing little song. he likes heather for a variety of reasons, ones he's aware of and one's he's struggled to decipher, but the one that keeps him most entranced is this: her heart, beating, right in time with the music in the air around them.

he's fighting to slow his pace to something respectable, something that doesn't have him walking miles ahead of heathers calm, steady pace, and he wasn't paying enough attention to the trap the black-swathed vixen was setting in front of him. eddie pauses, mid-step, turns fully to face her. does she know? is she angry with him? does she know? he hadn’t really considered what he would do if directly confronted him by asking 'are you a monster?'

eddie watches her skirt billow in the wind, and smiles, a little distantly. he doesn't want to look in her eyes and see her disappointed with him. thinks of doing something stupid, like dropping to his knees and confessing that yes, i'm a filthy, no-good low life bloodsucker and i think you smell like heaven and i know in my rotten, un-beating heart you’d taste like it too. instead, he gives a half-hearted bark, like a goddamn mutt, and turns to keep walking. "you don’t sound so torn up about it."

eddie shrugs his hands into his jacket, tries to pretend he can't smell her perfume and soap and sweat and the iron in her blood. he hates keeping anything from her. eddie wants to give her whatever piece of him she bothers to unearth. still, the thought of scaring her, the one person in the whole county who's never been afraid of the town freak. he tilts his head from side to side, then leans across the way to bump his shoulder into hers. "tell you a secret," he says, conspiratorial. "i got a sun allergy. 's why i'm fresh and pale as a daisy."

[hargrovetm-gone]

∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . /+jonathan

something about jonathan byers tonight. summer is here, blazing through, once it ends billy will not be here. that's decided. it was decided so long ago, it's got nothing to do with this. but the heat is palpable, and byers seems on edge, more than usual. like someone lit him up, and they don't do talking. they're busy.

billy's eyes dart to jon, his hand is on his jeans, skin warm, anticipation pooling in him. he looks at the road when he starts talking. "what? feeling needy, that it, byers?" and he knows what the answer is, but summer makes him bold, nothing like the california heat. hands on the wheel. "tell me what you want, make it real nice then ill give it to you when we get there." there, their spot. billy presses the pedal just a bit harder. they can't get there soon enough.

[pwrballad]

billy has the type of confidence that rattles jonathan, shakes him up, makes something prickly and frustrated inside of him rise to the surface. jonathan is already thrumming with energy; his chest a black hole, head a swirling mess. he can't stop thinking of nancy, how pissed she was. how she's never had to think about paying the bills-- never even had a job before this summer. she's irresponsible and she acts like he's the one who needs to grow up. she doesn't get it and she doesn't even fucking want to try.

everything before tonight feels stark, overexposed, and this moment feels surreal. the night is too warm and billy's car smells like his cologne and leather and the denim of his jeans feels too rough on jonathan's palm. jonathan feels untethered. in the drivers seat, billy seems cool, composed, in control. he's pissed that billy sees through, thinks he's needy. it’s embarrassing. debasing. it makes his pants uncomfortably tight.

his whole body is tilted towards billy, a tremor running up the arm stretched across the car. jonathan doesn't do this. he doesn't reach out, in any sense of the word. but billy’s got no shame about this. whatever this thing they do is. he has a want, he acts on it. billy carves out space for himself. jon can’t remember the last time he wanted something and did anything to get it.

the road ahead is dark, pavement lit only by the headlights of the camaro. he’s got no girlfriend, no prospects, no backups. he’s got a hard-on in his dollar mart jeans and he’s got his hand on billy’s thigh. "fuck." he says, and he sounds so serious, so grave. he’s never been good at doing things lightly.

"and if i don't-" his voice falters, cracks halfway through. jonathan's hand travels further up, spreads out wide over billy's outer thigh, his hip. "don't want to wait till we get there?"

[irlplasticlamb]

the son and heir of nothing in particular.

prints + merch + c0mm1ss1on info pinned to profile :D

[hargrovetm-gone]

🌿🍒 /eddie

so billy fucking hates christmas.

it's cold, and while he's a heater year round, even that's not enough to save him from freezing to death. it's fucking indiana cold. freeze your balls off cold. and he's wearing layers, even inside the house. hands in his pockets he's standing on the doorway waiting for eddie like he's. he doesn't know. some bitch. maybe.

being alone for hours in the cold pisses him off, sure. but he wasn't going to ask eddie to stay when he has the van and its perfectly good to get groceries for a stupid christmas party that's happening in like four days. billy doesn't even want the party.

so hands on his pockets throwing a stupid tantrum in his head in steve's stupid house. in this stupid weather. and eddies coming in with groceries in his hand and it like does something in billy, there's a little switch that just flips and suddenly he's not that pissed off he's just cold. and eddie points up, above the door. and.

"no fucking way." there it is, in it's entirety a stupid mistletoe it wasn't there this morning, but half of the house wasn't decorated at all then and now. before he can register it the groceries are on the floor billy turns, and billy's hands are out of his jacket and on eddie who's suddenly so close, and he's holding onto him to keep steady. and he kisses him. kisses him until billy breaks into a smile. "shut up. did you plan this?" he isn't sure eddie's stopping at one kiss, he's like sappy and in love like that. makes billy want to explode, die in a different way. little deaths or what fucking ever.

[pwrballad]

billy's in a sour mood, eddie knows this the second he spots him, recognizes that posture in the doorway, the slinking of a hungry lion. eddie hadn't been gone long, at least, he didn't think so, but time had a habit of getting away from him, and the holiday's were hell on them all this year. eddie could see the angry little crinkle in between his eyebrows from halfway down the street and he makes it his plan to wipe it away as soon as possible.

sometimes, it's too easy. he had specifically reminded robin of the existence of mistletoe; he had not expected to get to make use of it so soon. the lady works fast, he can commend it.

eddie drops the load of groceries as soon as he can. he gets his hands on billy, the touch easy, greedy, one hand on the back of his neck and the other at billy's spine, pulling him in closer. he feels the moment billy breaks, lets go of that shitty attitude, smiles against eddie's lips. really, it is too easy. "oh," eddie cooes, a little mean. his hand wanders up from billy's neck to his jaw, brushes his thumb against billy's bottom lip. "there he is. what's got your panties in a twist, baby?" he kisses him again before billy can get a word in, his lip hitting his own thumb. "you miss me?"

god, eddie could just eat him. he pulls back, grinning, his hands patting at billy's shoulder, unabashed as he cops a feel of the built muscle there. "didn't plan a thing." he scrunches his nose, shrugs his hair out of his face, plays dumb. "i think it must'a been fate or something. i don't know."

[pwrballad]

❛ i don't look like a ghost, do i? see? warm. ❜ /jonathan

it feels like it's been a few hours since jonathan's been able to take a full breath. the world had been different, then, in the time before he stepped into steve fucking harrington's living room and laid his eyes on billy fucking hargrove. everyone is acting like this is nothing, like it was perfectly normal to be in conversation with a dead man.

it's like a bad high. he's looking into a scary mirror, a reality that isn't his, and no one is reacting but him. he can't get his head on straight. he thought about what it would be like to cut everyone off and bring a stop to this whole meeting. he thought about making a scene; yelling, crying, finally asking: why the fuck do all of you never tell me what's going on? he didn't, though. jonathan knows why they didn't tell him. they didn't think about him. they didn't consider that jonathan might need to know.

the crowd dispersed, everyone plotting and arguing amongst themselves, nancy and steve at the helm. and billy hargrove is talking to him, and billy hargrove is dead, and billy hargrove sounds exactly the same, and billy hargrove is warm, warm where his hand lays over jonathan's shoulder. he might throw up. he feels caged, trapped in his own skin, a prisoner in the fancy harrington den. he doesn't want billy to touch him. he doesn't want billy to talk to him. he doesn't want anything, not a thing, flying high away from his body.

"how did " he pauses mid-thought. jonathan thinks of all the time that's passed since hawkins, since the night billy died. he thinks of california, of all the days spent in a smoky blur, of all the guys that looked like jonathan shudders, a full bodied thing. "how long have you been in hawkins?"

[sharedtrauma]

Jonathan Byers aka God’s sleepiest soldier

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue prompts taken from the silent hill 2 remake, developed by bloober team. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to change as you seem fit. )

❛ in my restless dreams, i see that town. ❜

❛ hey, it's okay. i didn't mean to scare you. ❜

❛ i'm kind of lost. ❜

❛ i guess i don't really care if it's dangerous or not. i'm going either way. ❜

❛ what happened to this town? ❜

❛ whatever it is, it's not human. ❜

❛ i didn't do anything! he was like that when i got here. ❜

❛ you wanna come with? maybe together we can find a way out of this town. ❜

❛ sorry, but i can't leave. not yet. ❜

❛ are you afraid? ❜

❛ did you find the person that you were looking for? ❜

❛ don't worry, i'm not crazy. least, i don't think so. ❜

❛ should i go with you? this town really is dangerous. ❜

❛ what's a big dumb-dumb like you doing here anyway? ❜

❛ hey, that's not very nice. didn't your parents teach you any manners? ❜

❛ do i look like your girlfriend? ❜

❛ i can't believe it. your face, your voice... you could be— ❜

❛ i don't look like a ghost, do i? see? warm. ❜

❛ i can show you if you want. unless you have somewhere else to be? something else to do? ❜

❛ hey, easy there. i'm just messing with you. ❜

❛ you're coming with me? can't you just tell me where it is? ❜

❛ what, you were just gonna leave me here? alone? with all these monsters around? ❜

❛ is it because i remind you of... her? ❜

❛ this place we're going to, what is it, exactly? ❜

❛ you ever stay in a place like this? the walls are so thin you can hear everything. love, hate, jealousy... ❜

❛ i think you just saved my life back there. ❜

❛ hey. you think i'd look good in this one? ❜

❛ this room... there's something wrong with it. i think we should leave. ❜

❛ oh, loosen up. it sure beats running around with those monsters out there. ❜

❛ what will you tell her if... when you find her? ❜

❛ oh, c'mon. don't give me that look. i was just kidding. ❜

❛ can we stay? just for a little while? ❜

❛ this place, this whole thing, it's like a nightmare. i just wanted to get away from it, even for a second. ❜

❛ here. something to take the edge off. ❜

❛ we should probably get going. ❜

❛ we could come back later, if you want. you know, in case we need a break. ❜

❛ i wanted to ask you... what if you can't find [ name ]? what will you do? ❜

❛ thanks for checking up on me. it's very sweet of you. ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ i'm sorry, but i can't let you just run around this place. you might get hurt. ❜

❛ please open the door. there's something in here. ❜

❛ i was almost killed back there! i've never been so scared in my whole life! ❜

❛ all you care about is that dead wife of yours. ❜

❛ you couldn't care less about me, could you? ❜

❛ stay with me. don't leave me alone again. you're supposed to take care of me. ❜

❛ i don't know, for some reason i feel like it's up to me to protect her. ❜

❛ well, whaddaya know... a stroll in the rain. how romantic. ❜

❛ i'm trying to keep things light. just humor me, okay? ❜

❛ you think you could give me a hand? ❜

❛ you're supposed to be the big man around here. how's a little girl like me supposed to help? ❜

❛ what's wrong? i thought you wanted to get out of here. ❜

❛ this place is different from what i remember. i guess... things never really stay the same, do they? ❜

❛ you... still don't want me to go with you? if we stick together, we just might make it out of here. ❜

❛ ain't no big deal. just put the gun to their head and... pow! ❜

❛ you can't just kill someone 'cause of the way they looked at you. ❜

❛ please. i'll be good. i promise. ❜

❛ it's always the same with you. you're only after one thing. ❜

❛ i don't know who you think i am, but i don't want to hurt you. ❜

❛ i thought that thing killed you...! are you hurt? ❜

❛ but that thing... it stabbed you. there was blood everywhere. ❜

❛ stabbed me? what do you mean? ❜

❛ honey... did something happen to you? ❜

❛ are you confusing me with someone else? ❜

❛ you said you took everything. but you forgot the videotape we made. ❜

❛ it doesn't matter who i am. i'm here for you. ❜

❛ see? i'm real. ❜

❛ don't you want to touch me? ❜

❛ i'll come back, i promise. ❜

❛ how many times do i have to kill you? ❜

❛ it doesn't matter if you're smart, dumb, ugly, pretty... it's all the same once you're dead! ❜

❛ you wanna talk down to me some more? tell me to relax? ❜

❛ you know i'll find you! ❜

❛ guess i deserved it, huh? the fartface that i am. ❜

❛ you got any other things planned? i think i saw a dark room back there you could lock me up in. ❜

❛ where are you? i'm waiting for you. please, come to me. ❜

❛ i think you were right. what we're looking for... it's not here. ❜

❛ thank you for helping me earlier... but i wish you hadn't. ❜

❛ i know what you are. i know why i needed you. but it's all over now. i don't need you anymore. ❜

❛ it'd be easier if they just killed me. ❜

❛ why are you still here? i told you to go. ❜

❛ wait! please don't go. don't leave me alone. i didn't mean what i said. ❜

❛ please... tell me i'll be okay. ❜

❛ i'm here for you. so what if i'm not her? ❜

❛ i can give you what she never could. i can be better than her. ❜

❛ what else do you want me to be? ❜

❛ i won't let you do this to me. i won't let you go. ❜

❛ the truth is, i hated you. ❜

❛ i wanted my life back. ❜

❛ i tried. i really did. but... i just... can't go on without you. ❜

❛ i can't forgive myself for what i've done. ❜

❛ i want you to go on. i want you to live. for yourself and for others. ❜

❛ you made me happy. ❜

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  smut  /  nsfw  implied  dialogue  prompts  with  not  so  explicit  language.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ you ever think about purpose? ❜

❛ i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? ❜

❛ i have time for this. ❜

❛ you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. ❜

❛ i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. ❜

❛ if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? ❜

❛ i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. ❜

❛ what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? ❜

❛ sometimes, i look like february. ❜

❛ you want a sprite? you look kinda green. ❜

❛ can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? ❜

❛ chef, that's way too much acid. ❜

❛ you, uh, making a sundae? ❜

❛ that actually sounds delicious. ❜

❛ because you're the bear and i remember you. ❜

❛ i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? ❜

❛ i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. ❜

❛ i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? ❜

❛ you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? ❜

❛ it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. ❜

❛ so how long you been a cook? ❜

❛ how’d you get good at this? ❜

❛ you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? ❜

❛ speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? ❜

❛ it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. ❜

❛ what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. ❜

❛ what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. ❜

❛ you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. ❜

❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜

❛ i think time spent doing this is time well spent. ❜

❛ never too late to start over. ❜

❛ i just want you to know... that this is really nice. ❜

❛ i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. ❜

❛ we just don't say hello anymore? ❜

❛ you're wearing a suit? ❜

❛ uh, yeah, i wear suits now. ❜

❛ i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. ❜

❛ i actually do think that we could fit good together. ❜

❛ i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? ❜

❛ i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. ❜

❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜

❛ you just came from a funeral? ❜

❛ yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. ❜

❛ you want me to make you some coffee? ❜

❛ i just need your focus like you need mine. ❜

❛ you good? ❜

❛ what's your relationship with your mom like? ❜

❛ alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. ❜

❛ looks gorgeous, chef. ❜

❛ i haven't eaten yet. ❜

❛ oh, let me make you something. ❜

❛ yeah, i can make you an omelet. ❜

❛ that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? ❜

❛  i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. ❜

❛ well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. ❜

❛ you deserve my full focus. ❜

❛ i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. ❜

❛ you're not gonna fuck it up. ❜

❛ i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. ❜

❛ you could do this without me. ❜

❛ i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. ❜

❛ you make me better at this. ❜

❛ you still love to cook, right? ❜

❛ how's the wine? ❜

❛ yo. we're low on forks, chef. ❜

❛ okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. ❜

❛ i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. ❜

❛ i really appreciate you being so patient with me. ❜

❛ do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? ❜

❛ just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. ❜

❛ i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. ❜

❛ i don't know how to say i'm sorry. ❜

❛ i need you to say it's okay. ❜

❛ you are being so fucking weird, man. ❜

❛ i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. ❜

❛ i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. ❜

❛ maybe i'm just not built for this. ❜

❛ because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. ❜

❛ i'm really sorry you feel that way. ❜

❛ would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? ❜

❛ i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? ❜

❛ you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. ❜

❛ where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? ❜

❛ i fucking love you! ❜

❛ you fucking need me. ❜

❛ i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. ❜

❛ i love you, chef. ❜

[kuzcosources]

send 🚬 to share a cigarette with my muse!

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?