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what was a light conversation in bed, limbs tangled and pressing kisses over skin, you had said you wish you could fly like mark. you didn’t expect your boyfriend to then drag you out of bed and into the backyard in your pyjamas in order to make your wish come true.

he was so sickeningly sweet sometimes, but you couldn’t hide your fear of falling from the sky as much as you thought it would be cool to fly. it doesn’t seem as exciting now that your boyfriend has made it possible.

“we aren’t flying into the sky, just a few feet off and i’ll gently lift you down, okay?” mark is calm with his words. because he was exactly that… calm. he knew he would keep you safe, he did anything and everything to make sure of it.

he walks around you, back pressed against your chest as he holds around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, after pressing a kiss to the cotton covering it. his hand makes light movement over your stomach in attempt to ease your anxieties.

“okay, we can do it. i trust you.”

but after a moment, when he finally senses a moment of peace, you begin to feel your feet move, only your toes on the ground and you panic, “no, no, no, no, wait!” and in an instant you’re fully on the ground again.

“sorry, i’m sorry.”

“why are you apologising, baby? we don’t have to do this if you don’t want, whatever you’re comfortable with. but over my dead body would i ever drop you or put you in an unsafe position. i’ve got you.”

you close your eyes and take a deep breath, “do you need your hands to fly?” you ask.

“huh?” mark replies confused, hands stilling on your hip.

“hold my hands?” you ask quietly, palms facing down and fingers spread and immediately mark presses his forearms underneath yours into a secure hold. fingers link in a tight hold to ensure you won’t slip and he can feel the quivering underneath your hands.

your legs match the shake in your hands when your feet feel light, this time toes following as you are slowly lifted off the ground.

opening your eyes your met with the same sight of the garden, just from a taller perspective. mark’s grip is firm but gentle, not wavering even slightly as he holds you up and you find yourself giggling at the situation. you’re flying, all thanks to your boyfriend.

“i love you, this is amazing.”

mark smiles into your shoulder at your words, more airy laughter falling from your lips, as if all worries have melted away the moment you lifted off ground. and in his mind, mark vows to do this more if it meant he could give you more of that feeling.

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you and carl have stayed late at the gardening patch, collecting any produce ready to eat and planting more seeds to make more crops, so rick finds opportunity in returning home and having a shower to feel refreshed.

he looks at himself in the mirror, too lazy to even shave his face – a tomorrow’s activity – his legs screaming for bed. with his towel wrapped around him, he barely finished drying and changing into his comfortable pants before collapsing face first onto the bed.

usually, rick waits for you to come home, arms wide and ready for your embrace. but his eyes slowly shut and he says to himself, ‘i’ll just rest my eyes.’

yet an hour later he awakes to the familiar feeling of gentle fingers carding through his now-dry hair. he smiles against the duvet, stirring as he can now smell your familiar scent while turning around.

“you’re back,” you whisper into the room, fingers moving to the side of his scalp with light scratches for relief before carding through the strands more.

“i’ll always come back,” rick turns to kiss the inside of your wrist as his arms settle around your waist, thumbs swiping in an instinctive motion. he was so used to the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

at first, rick just thought it was an anxious trait of yours, to keep your hands busy in tense moments. whether it was pulling a leaf from rick’s hair or playing with his hair while in deep conversation with another. but it slowly became the solace that rick also needed.

he craved it.

eyelids shut as he revels in the feeling, pulling your body closer to him so now you’re laying across his chest, your hands cup the sides of his head at the impact before continuing their kind tugs and weaves.

your breath ghosts his lips when you move closer, and even though his eyes are closed, rick leans up to press a peck against your mouth. i definitely need to shave tomorrow, he thinks. at the same time, you murmur against his lips, “mmm, i should shower, i’m covered in muck.”

when you try to move from him, stand to head to the bathroom, rick’s grip tightens on your waist which makes you release a giggle as your hands push against his chest, “you’re clean, i’ll get you dirty.”

rick’s lips ghost your neck with the lightest kisses as his hands grip your wrist and force your hands back through his hair, your fingers continuing to weave through your boyfriend’s fresh hair and he slowly brings you back down to his chest.

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“i’m currently here in a trailer estate located in the city of hawkin’s-” your eyes snap from the baking requirements you were setting out and to the screen upon the newscaster’s words. your heart, and the baking bowl, shatters when you see eddie’s trailer in the shot, car missing and police tape covering the expanse of the area.

your hands shake as you reach for the remote, missing the volume press from how blurry your vision is getting at the thought of eddie being hurt. “homeowner wayne munson returned home to find his nephew missing and a female hawkin’s high student dead in his trailer, police are investigating the…” your ears ring after, unable to continue it as the news settles.

why and who was in eddie’s trailer dead? and why had he left?

for days you ask that question and can’t process or settle on the fact that your boyfriend might be a killer. you spend days phoning his uncle who still hasn’t heard anything from eddie who was missing from the world, and curling on the couch crying at the reality of it all.

the news had released that chrissy cunningham was the girl murdered in eddie’s trailer and that sent you into a spiral of realising that eddie must have unfaithful and killed the same girl. for whatever reason you don’t know, and might never know.

your front door knocks and you jump at the sound, pausing your rerun ‘some like it hot.’ anxiety runs through you at the thought of it being police, or worse… eddie himself. but the moment you open the door you’re instead met with nancy wheeler.

“nancy? what are you doing here?” you ask, her face filled with worry and pity which you hate. a girl was dead at the hands of eddie. “just came to see you, i’ve been reporting a lot about what’s happened and just wanted to check in,” she replies, but while she seems genuine, it feels off.

“thank you, but i’ll be okay…” you trail off to the side as your eyes connect with steve harrington’s beamer, why would nancy drive her ex’s car herself? well, she wouldn’t. “how’d you get here?” you ask her cautiously.

she looks thrown off before smiling gently, “uhh, i walked,” but you reply, “really? that looks a lot like steve’s car a couple houses down.”

“i told you to park further away,” you hear the familiar voice of dustin, your boyfriend’s favourite dungeons and dragons member who pops into view from behind the wall beside nancy, steve and max mayfield following.

“what’s really happening?” you ask, watching as they glance among each other before steve glances behind the wall they just hid behind and your stomach drops. “you didn’t…” you start but before you can say anything more, the large frame and curls arrive into view and you immediately jump back, kicking the door which nancy’s foot stops from closing.

you reach for your keys, the only object able to do damage within your grip, which you aim at the boy you loved while screaming at the others, “what the hell is wrong with you all? phone the police!”

eddie steps forward, wary and with his hands raised to show he’s not going to hurt you, “baby-” but you’re shouting back before he can speak his lies, “don’t touch me, don’t come near me! you fucking liar and murderer!”

“he didn’t murder anyone,” dustin pleads behind eddie, who’s eyes are filled with tears and steps back from you. “dustin, i know you care about your friend, but it’s all over the news. chrissy was killed in his trailer,” you reply.

steve ushers the group back, giving me and eddie some space as he rubs his face before trying, “i didn’t kill her, i swear.” but he knows you don’t believe, your face filled with fury for the boy you adored before, “and you expect me to believe you? really eddie?”

“i know how bad it looks, but-” eddie’s words have your mouth agape, “looks bad? so, if you didn’t do it, how come she ends up dead in your place? huh?”

you watch as tears escape down eddie’s cheeks as looks like he wants to rip his hair out, “look, i love you, and i’m your boyfriend, you know i wouldn’t do this.” you laugh, sarcastically upon eddie’s words before replying, “you really think you’re still with me after you did what you did?”

eddie opens his mouth to speak but you continue, “it’s embarrassing because now, people will associate me with you – the guy who killed the girl he cheated on me with.”

“i didn’t kill chrissy, and i didn’t cheat.”

he’s looked cowardly since he arrived, but his statement is firm and stern as he looks at you with a certain determination, but you’re not willing to fall for it.

“so then why was she in your apartment?”

“she was buying drugs.”

with this, you laugh louder than before, clapping your hands as you gasp, “you’re not even trying to give good lies anymore,” “it’s not a lie,” eddie doesn’t take a beat from your reply and the anger spills out of you as you yell at him, your ears ringing from the frustration, “chrissy fucking cunningham was buying drugs from you? you must think i’m a fucking idiot, you all must!”

you glance at the group who watch from a few feet back, “you can all get off my property.” your eyes jump when eddie steps forward instinctively and you kick his lower leg before he can touch you, making him yelp and reach down to rub the spot now surely to leave a bruise.

none of them make the will to move and you want nothing but eddie to not be near you anymore, “leave my driveway and i won’t phone the police straight away. in fact, leave and never look for me again, and i will give you all a ten-minute headstart from the police before they are rushing here.”

eddie can’t believe it’s turned into this, you have always been the softest soul to be around. he was the metalhead, you were the angel to calm him down. he talks, you listen. he cries, you wipe his tears. however, this time you don’t, and your kind expression is replaced with venom. pure hatred is all eddie can see when you look at him.

he looks to the group before nodding; they walk to the car. eddie stays put, “i’m leaving, and as much as you don’t want me to speak to you, i need to say i’m sorry. i’m so sorry for putting you in this position,” you bite your lip upon his words, trying to not let him see the tears spilling from your eyes.

leave it till he’s gone.

“i love you more than life itself, you are my life and i have let you down. i know you don’t believe me, but i am not a killer, and i sure as hell would never be unfaithful because every day i woke up and still couldn’t believe being your boyfriend wasn’t just a dream.”

you can taste metal from the blood pouring out your bottom lip as you contain your sobs.

“you broke my heart, eddie munson. and i can’t believe i ever gave you it to begin with. i never want to see your face again.”

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luke glares at her on his way back to the counter while she continues, “quick grab the defibrillator!” she gasps, pointing at the coffee pot. “i think i’ll start prioritising the food for customers who aren’t annoying me,” luke responds while cashing out at the till.

lorelai jokingly frowns, learning towards her daughter and not-so-quietly saying, “god, hostile doctor, isn’t he? at least he’s great to look at.” you begin to walk towards the curtain to head upstairs but luke yells, “where do you think you’re going? start taking these orders!”

“luke, it’s my day off,” you reply, “and i’ll pay you double if you work, look at this!” luke responds, gesturing to the crowd of people in the café and lorelai waves teasingly. “i can’t, got places to be, i was dropping by before i go. i think i saw lane on her way, she should be here in a minute.”

“well, go upstairs and get your boyfriend down here, he left me to this chaos,” you nod with contained laughter as you reply, “will do.” you don’t bother knocking, letting yourself in, “jess, i’m leaving for my trip soon so i just wanted to drop this- what’s happening here?” you say, this time your smile unable to be contained at the view.

april, luke’s recently discovered daughter, sits on a chair by the small dining table, jess standing behind with the cutest concentrated expression, fingers toying with his little cousins hair.

“i asked jess to braid my hair, but i didn’t consider how bad he would be at it,” april responds with a cheesy grin while jess steps back, embarrassed at being caught doing something so domesticated and… stars hollow-y.

“he’s good at reading books or writing, braiding hair isn’t really his forte, i’m afraid,” you say while walking over, chucking the borrowed book on the counter and kissing jess’ cheek, “lemme see.”

when jess sends you a look, reluctantly stepping back. there’s hair coming out of every part of the braid, close to resembling a bird’s nest as his finger look nimble as they ungracefully grip her hair in three places as jess tries his best to move it in a fluid manner, instead his fingers unsure.

 “i uh- don’t really know what i’m doing…” jess trails off sheepishly, voice deep as his cheeks turn slightly red in embarrassment of being caught braiding, not so well, his younger cousin’s long and unruly hair.

“you don’t say,” you reply and are met with a bump of jess’ hip to yours as you chuckle. “can you do it, please, y/n?” april asks, hand leaning back to feel the strands of hair not tucked neatly into a braid.

jess begins moving the ponytail towards you instantly, a desperate expression upon his face and you sigh, unable to say no to your boyfriend in need. “i can teach him the first part, and finish the rest.

“great, people are going to see my hair and think, ‘she got lazy by the end’” april mutters and jess shoots a look to the back of her head, “thanks for having faith in me.”

you giggle as you unknot the curls from the braid, “just watch, dad,” you tease, elbowing him gently as you separate her hair in three neat sections, “i pull the right over, grip the middle piece which now becomes right… right?”

jess nods, and you can’t help but fawn at how cute he is at being concentrated on such a task that usually he would take no interest in. after going through it a few times you hand the hair back to your boyfriend who sticks his tongue out ever so slightly as he tries again.

the rooms silent as he does, and you try not to speak when the left strand mixes in with the middle, his non-elegant fingers causing more strands to fall out of place. jess looks to you, who just glances between him and the braid.

“well, i gotta go! good luck you two,” you say and april groans as she feels unimproved hairstyle as you grip jess’ hot cheeks and plant a long kiss to his lips. “gross” april grunts at the same time as jess replies, “phone me when you get there.”

you give him two more kisses before walking to the door, turning to the pair as you begin to walk out, “also, your uncle is pissed you aren’t downstairs working.”

jess sends you a nod, hands weaving through the sections of april’s hair when she laughs, “when is he not annoyed at jess?”

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steve with money was dangerous, from the moment that he got his coaching job he promised you a trip away somewhere in europe the minute he could afford it but with how excited dustin sounded when paris was mentioned, you and steve couldn’t help but take him along with you both.

and from his bright smile since you landed, you both knew it was the right choice.

“and what are you looking so confused about?” asks steve, peering over your shoulder as you frown down at the map and express that you were unsure which direction the specific pastry café nancy recommended was.

dustin wanders off, trying to get the perfect angle of the tower as steve tuts and takes the map from your hands to fold it – rather messily – and stuffing it into his pocket, “we’re here to relax, not stress. it’s paris! we can find a café in almost every street.”

his arms encircle your waist from behind and it’s hard to be agitated at the thought of the crumpled map when his lips press kisses to your cheek, “but nancy said-” “nancy said there were a lot of good cafés when she visited, not just one. relax, honey.”

steve rubs along your sides in an attempt to ease you and you can’t help but melt into his touch.

“hey guys, smile!”

both of you look ahead as dustin now angles the camera in front of you both, the landmark of paris perfectly behind you both. steve keeps his arms around your waist while sporting a grin which you match.

dustin takes a couple of photos, slowly making his way to the ground with sighs as he attempts to get the tower in the background and both your expressions. with a couple more failed attempts, steve perks up from behind your shoulder, “here, henderson.”

you feel him squeeze your frame as he lifts you up so you’re both the same height, dustin laughing at your squealing expression as you hold onto steve’s arms in shock, “steve!”

he presses a kiss to your cheek for the photo and murmurs against it, “hurry up and smile so he can put that stupid camera down for a bit.” you giggle and bear a smile while dustin gets the perfect pictures, you reply, “shut up, you love this.”

that he couldn’t argue with.

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