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Finding Your Perfect Trucker Hat Size Guide

Trucker hats are not only trendy but also functional. They provide excellent sun protection while keeping your head cool. However, if you don't choose the right size, your trucker hat can be uncomfortable and unflattering. That's why it's essential to know how to find the perfect fit for your head.

In this section, I will share with you a comprehensive trucker hat sizing guide. Whether you are shopping online or in-store, you will be well-equipped to choose the right size for a comfortable and stylish fit.

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Key Takeaways

Choosing the right size trucker hat is crucial for comfort and style.

Measuring your head circumference and using a sizing chart are two methods to determine your hat size accurately.

When selecting a trucker hat, consider the brim style, sweatband, and closure type.

Always refer to a trusted size guide to get the right fit.

Determining Your Trucker Hat Size

Choosing the right size trucker hat is crucial for a comfortable fit. Let me guide you through the process of determining your trucker hat size with these simple steps:

Measure your head circumference: To measure your head, wrap a soft measuring tape around the widest part of your head, about one inch above your eyebrows. Take note of the measurement in inches.

Use a sizing chart: Most trucker hats have a sizing chart based on head circumference. Check with the hat manufacturer or retailer for their specific size chart. Match your head measurement with the corresponding hat size.

Try on multiple sizes: Sizes may differ slightly among brands, so it's always best to try on multiple sizes before purchasing.

Remember these tips for determining your trucker hat size, and you'll be sure to choose a hat with just the right fit.

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Choosing the Right Size Trucker Hat

Once you have your accurate measurements, you're ready to choose the perfect size trucker hat. The first place you should start is by checking out a trucker hat size chart. These charts are readily available online and in stores that sell trucker hats. They are a great reference tool that can help you determine the right size.

Keep in mind that some trucker hats come with an adjustable strap at the back or snapback closure, which can help you find the perfect fit. If you have a favorite brand or style of trucker hat, it's worth considering their sizing options and adjustability before settling on a size.

Another factor to consider is the shape and style of the hat. Some people prefer a more fitted, low profile trucker hat, while others like a high crown and a loose fit. When shopping for a trucker hat, be sure to try on different styles and see what feels most comfortable and suits your style.

Remember, the most important thing is finding a trucker hat that fits your head comfortably without being too tight or too loose. A well-fitted trucker hat can make all the difference in both comfort and style.

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Steps to Find the Correct Trucker Hat Size:

Measure around the widest part of your head with a tape measure.

Record your measurement and consult a trucker hat size chart for reference.

Try on different styles and brands to see what feels most comfortable and suits your preference.

Consider adjustable options like snapback closures for a more custom fit.

Remember, a well-fitted trucker hat is key for both comfort and style.

Conclusion

Choosing the right size trucker hat is crucial for a comfortable fit. With the help of a trucker hat size chart and the tips provided in this guide, you can confidently select the right size. Remember to measure your head correctly and consider factors such as the hat's material and style before making a purchase.

By following the steps outlined in this article, you are sure to find a trucker hat that fits perfectly. Don't settle for an ill-fitting hat that falls off or leaves you with a headache. Use this size guide to help you select a trucker hat that not only fits well but also looks great.

FAQ

How do you know what size trucker hat you wear?

To determine your trucker hat size, you can measure your head circumference using a tape measure. First, wrap the tape measure around your head, about half an inch above your eyebrows and ears. Take note of the measurement in inches or centimeters and refer to a trucker hat size chart to find the corresponding size.

How to measure trucker hat size?

Measuring your trucker hat size is easy. Use a flexible tape measure and wrap it around your head, ensuring it sits just above your eyebrows and ears. Take note of the measurement in inches or centimeters. This measurement will help you select the right size hat from a trucker hat size chart.

What are some tips for determining trucker hat size?

When determining your trucker hat size, it's important to consider a few tips. First, measure your head circumference accurately. Additionally, consider the fit you prefer - whether you like a snug or looser fit. If you're between sizes, it's recommended to choose the larger size for a more comfortable fit.

What is a trucker hat size chart?

A trucker hat size chart is a helpful tool that provides corresponding hat sizes based on head circumferences. It typically includes measurements in both inches and centimeters, making it easier for you to find the perfect fit. Remember to use accurate measurements and refer to the chart to select the appropriate size.

What are the steps to find the correct trucker hat size?

To find the correct trucker hat size, follow these steps: 1. Measure your head circumference above your eyebrows and ears. 2. Convert the measurement to inches or centimeters. 3. Refer to a trucker hat size chart to find the corresponding size based on your measurement. 4. Choose the size that aligns with your head measurement and consider your preferred fit.

How do I choose the right size trucker hat?

When choosing the right size trucker hat, start by measuring your head circumference accurately. Refer to a trucker hat size chart and find the size that matches your measurement. Consider your preferred fit - whether you like a snug or looser fit. If you're between sizes, it's recommended to choose the larger size for comfort.

Is there a trucker hat size chart available?

Yes, there are trucker hat size charts available that provide corresponding sizes based on head circumferences. These charts are useful in determining the right size trucker hat for your head. Make sure to use accurate measurements and refer to the chart to select the appropriate size.

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yescoolgear · 1 year

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Fremont High Pile Denim Trucker Jacket

Lined with a rich fleece and featuring a dark denim-washed exterior, the vintage-inspired RRL High Pile Trucker Jacket is the perfect piece of cool-weather outerwear. Featuring old-school trucker jacket details like slanted V-seams and bronzed buttons, this jacket is stylish enough to draw the eye but simple enough to go great with any outfit.

Check it out at Huckberry.

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venus-haze · 8 months

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Open All Night (Severen x Reader)

Summary: The Hooker clan breaks decorum and sets up camp for a few weeks in a small Southern city after shaking Caleb’s father off their trail. It doesn’t take them long to find out another one of their kind has already made the turf home. You just hope they won't cause any trouble. [This is an AU.]

Note: Female reader, but no descriptors are used. Based on this request by @rock-n-macabre! This was so much fun to write🖤 Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Yandere elements such as stalking, threats, and manipulation. Canon-typical violence and murder. Sexually explicit content that involves bloodplay, choking, mentions of breeding kink. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Death announced its arrival with a holler. The door swung open, and as each one ambled inside the bar with varying degrees of bravado, you knew what they were. Could smell it on them. The crimson glow from the neon lights that washed over each patron was especially appropriate. It’d been years since you met anyone who was like you, and now six were sliding into a large corner booth.

Most of the ragtag bunch didn’t pay you any mind, too absorbed in taking stock of the bar patrons, mostly regulars who you’d known for years. As you mixed drinks and poured beers, you kept an eye on them as best as you could. Then, the older man made eye contact with you. Clearly the de facto leader of the group. For a few moments, you held his gaze. The woman at his side turned to glare at you before a grin spread across her face. Not one to be intimidated, you grabbed the notepad from your apron and made your way over to the table.

“I’m Y/N, how can I help y’all tonight?” you asked with a deceptive cheerfulness, your eyes scanning the group before lowering your voice. “If you’re here for what I think you’re here for, I’m gonna tell you right now, this ain’t the place.”

The older man held up a weathered, assuring hand. “We ain’t gonna encroach your territory.”

You nodded. “Good, then I’ll make some drinks. On the house.”

“Lookit that hospitality,” the shaggy-haired man with his worn leather jacket crooned mockingly. He licked his lips. “Oughta give you a tip.”

“Charming,” you said sardonically.

The way he looked at you nearly sent a shiver down your spine, but instead you straightened your back, maintaining your composure. He winked at you, and you smiled despite yourself.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, turning around to walk back to the bar and make the promised drinks.

“Don’t mind Severen,” the woman said, getting up to walk over to the bar with you. “He’s got hot air where his brain should be. I’m Diamondback.” She named the rest of the clan, and you tried to commit their names to memory.

Clans weren’t uncommon among your kind. They guaranteed safety, though it often meant a nomadic lifestyle as to not draw attention to the sheer number of humans killed. This clan, however, seemed almost hellbent on causing a scene, clearly disappointed you were standing between them and having their fun.

You smirked a bit upon hearing the conversation that had started in the corner booth upon your absence.

“What’re the fuckin’ odds,” Jesse sighed.

“What is it?” Caleb asked in a hushed tone.

“Ya don’t gotta whisper,” Severen said. “She can hear us anyhow.”

“She’s one of us?”

Homer made a raspberry noise. “Duh.”

You snickered, bringing your attention to Diamondback, who was grinning at her clan’s antics. “Nice to meet you. I guess.”

Pulling a flask from your apron pocket, you glanced in either direction as you opened it, pouring the contents into each of the drinks you’d made. The blood was best concealed in dark liquor. It was relatively fresh, having drained it from an asshole trucker who had spent half the previous night harassing you.

Some nights, during long shifts where you couldn’t carve out time to hunt someone down yourself, the gruesome mixture was all that could keep you going. Your instincts scared you sometimes, as people you considered friends so quickly warped into potential meals. Hands shaking, saliva practically dripping from your lips when you handed them their drinks.

“Just you out here?” Diamondback asked, grabbing two glasses while you put the rest on a tray.

“I’m solitary, if that’s what you mean.”

“Hell, good for you. Must be tough.”

“You get used to it.”

Bringing the tray of drinks over, you set each glass in front of the group. Homer smiled when he saw you were giving him the same thing as everyone else. You just hoped Jimmy, the bartender and owner, wouldn’t notice you serving alcohol to someone who looked like an eleven year old boy. You supposed if you were decades old but were stuck in the body of a kid, you wouldn’t appreciate being treated like one by someone who knew better.

Everyone in the clan looked pretty young, save for Jesse. You figured Mae and Caleb had been hardly out of high school when they were turned, Severen and Diamondback in their twenties or thirties, about the same age you had been when you were turned.

You were impressed as Severen threw back what was in the glass, while everyone else sipped somewhat cautiously.

“Blood’s not fresh, but it ain’t bad,” Jesse said, the closest you’d get to a compliment from him.

“You’re not gonna run off now, are ya?” Severen asked, not even trying to hide the way he was drinking you in, the murky blood concoction you’d just served dripping from the corner of his lips.

Out of defiance and curiosity, you did the opposite.

“Hey Jimmy!” you shouted. “I’m taking my thirty!”

He gave you a thumbs up from the bar, and you sat down next to Severen. You pulled a pack of cigarettes from your apron pocket, taking one for yourself and leaving the rest on the table, another peace offering of sorts. No fucking trouble in your territory.

“Don’t come across others like us very often,” Jesse said.

“Me either. Y’all are the first ones to come along since I’ve been working here.”

“How long’s that been?” Mae asked.

“‘Bout eight years.”

“We won’t be stayin’ that long,” Jesse said with a chuckle. “Few weeks at most.”

You nodded your silent approval. It’d be nice having others like you around for a while. Besides, they could only do so much damage in a few weeks. The city was far too big for that, though their disregard for human life of any kind gave you some pause, especially since they didn’t feel the need to conceal it from you.

In the following two weeks, they’d come and go during your shifts, some in pairs, some alone, sometimes the whole group. Severen almost always came in when you were working, sitting at the bar and blatantly flirting with you. He nearly started half a dozen fights with men who dared do the same. You found it flattering. Jimmy thought it was bad for business and threatened to ban Severen unless you got him under control. The notion almost made you laugh. You weren’t sure anyone could control him.

As a compromise, you promised to spend one of your nights off with Severen. He jumped at the offer, the two of you meeting outside of the bar just after sunset one warm evening.

“Ridin’ solo tonight, cowboy?” you asked when you walked over to him.

“Somethin’ like that,” he said. “You ever hunt with someone else before?”

“Nope.”

He grinned. “Shit, I get to pop your cherry.”

“Somethin’ like that,” you echoed, smiling when he put his arm around you.

The two of you wandered downtown for a while, ducking in and out of various shops as they were about to close. Being around Severen was the first time in a long time that you didn’t feel like you had to be guarded. Even with your human friends, you always had to hold part of yourself back.

“You like workin’ at bars?” he asked.

“Yeah, get to meet a lot of interesting people,” you said, nudging him with your elbow. “It’s pretty much the only job where I can work the night shift and not worry about sunlight. Plus, everyone’s too drunk to say anything about me looking the same for years.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “How old are you anyway?”

“Don’t you know you should never ask a lady her age?” you said. “If you must know, I’m 74.”

“I reckon I’m about a hundred by now.”

“You’re lying!”

“Scout’s honor.”

“Well, hurry up old man,” you teased. “I’m getting hungry.”

The two of you kept walking until you reached a more isolated part of the city, one where the streetlights flickered endlessly or didn’t work at all. If you didn’t feed at the bar, that area was your usual hunting grounds. The Hooker clan seemed to have the same idea as you, since murders spiked in the area and were all over the news. It was more desolate than ever as a result.

You and Severen stood in the shadows, observing passersby for your first target of the night. Following Severen’s gaze, you spotted a man leaning against a building, smoking beneath a dim light. You frowned. You knew him. Hank. A regular patron at the bar.

“Severen, not him.”

He scoffed. “Don’t tell me you have a soft spot for these people.”

“He has a wife and kids at home,” you pleaded softly.

Severen looked from the man to you, his hands balled into fists as he huffed. “There anyone around here you don’t know?”

“That’s why I work in bars. Got my pick of strangers.”

“And it don’t bother you none that they might have a wife and kids at home?”

You were silent for a moment as you weakly defended yourself. “It’s different.”

“No, it ain’t,” he said, grabbing your arm. “You gotta toughen up, baby.” The term of endearment left a sour taste in your mouth when he used it, mocking your hesitation, your sentimentality.

He practically dragged you over to Hank, this man you’d known for years, who’d proudly shown you his kids’ school photos every fall. Hank’s eyes lit up in recognition upon seeing you, but just as quickly that light went out when Severen released you from his grip and dug his fingers into Hank’s scalp. You watched, mortified as Hank’s neck snapped at the force Severen used to pull his head back.

Severen didn’t hesitate to sink his teeth into Hank’s skin, lapping up the blood that flowed freely from the wound he inflicted. The primal hunger that you tried so hard to control clouded your senses, as did an unprecedented lust for the savage man before you, who had no qualms about killing, enjoyed it even. He was free, undoubtedly dangerous, and you couldn’t keep yourself from feeding on Hank’s dying body with him.

You indulged, feeling the familiar satisfaction of consuming blood rush through your body like a bolt of lightning. Sometimes, when you were especially famished, feeding felt better than sex. Between the blood and Severen pawing at you, humping your blood-soaked body like a stray dog, you felt dizzy.

“I need you,” he practically growled. “Fuck, baby.”

“I know, but we can’t stick around here.” You panted, your hands fruitlessly trying to keep his passion at bay. “My place ain't far.”

His frustration tore through his throat, the blood dripping from his chin the epitome of the apex predator in the moonlight. Nevertheless, he relented, the two of you rushing to your car, which you’d parked just a block over from the bar, as if something in you sensed something like this would happen. The area was dark and mostly desolate, and you took off before he’d even fully shut the passenger door.

You didn’t live far, though the drive felt endless even with your doing twenty over and running through red lights. The headlights seemed to cross as you swerved about the road, trying to drive steady with Severen practically climbing over to your seat, hands roughly groping your breasts while he dug his teeth into your skin.

He shoved his hand between your legs, rubbing the heel of his palm against your cunt, the fabric from your jeans creating a rough friction that you keened into, and your arms jerked as you nearly steered off the side of the road.

“Fuckin’ pull over,” he ordered, his voice low.

“Almost there.”

“Yeah?”

He applied more pressure, and you moaned, seeing your street in the distance. “Yeah, right there.”

By the time you pulled haphazardly into the driveway, you felt like your heart was going to explode if it even beat at all. The small house you rented was relatively secluded for the area, something you were especially thankful for as you were sure you and Severen would draw attention from any passersby.

Not bothering with the lights, you pulled him by his belt loops into your bedroom, his lips attached to yours until you began peeling off your blood-soaked clothes. The copper scent that filled the room nearly had you drooling, and as soon as he kicked off his boots, you pounced on him.

He reached between you, fingers rubbing circles in your clit, your pussy already sensitive from his teasing in the car.

“Severen, c’mon,” you whined. “Don’t—ah—“

You could feel the tip of his cock poke at your wet cunt, and you lifted your hips in response. He slid into you, his thrusts deep and hard. Sex with human men was underwhelming, but it was something. Severen was a different beast entirely. You choked on your own moan, wrapping around your throat until you realized it was his hand, you could actually feel it.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re gonna be good and take it all, ain’t you, baby?”

You nodded frantically, unable to speak.

“Knew you would—fuck—“

He pounded into you, your pussy clenching around his cock. Sweat brought the dried blood on your skin almost back to life, the smell triggering something deep in you as your bodies practically stuck together. Though he stared intensely in your eyes, you struggled to keep yours open as you neared your orgasm. He reached his first, though, a deep groan as he threw his head back, hips bucking violently against you as you felt warmth fill you.

Pleasure cracked through your body like a whip, and you arched your back, a moan coming from deep in your belly as you came. You couldn’t remember the last time your muscles ached, a dull pain as you settled next to Severen, who’d collapsed beside you on the bed.

“Does this always happen when you hunt with someone?”

“Once. A long time ago. She was a lil’ too wild for me, even.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, lightly hitting his bare chest.

“You oughta come with us. Forget this place and be with your own kind,” he said.

“It’s not that simple. I’ve made a life here. I have a job, and friends,” you said, as if you hadn’t eaten one of those friends just a few hours earlier.

“You ain’t lonely?”

“Sometimes,” you said. “You don’t ever feel suffocated with so many people around all the time?”

“No, I do best with an audience.”

“I can tell.”

When morning came, your blackout curtains shielded you and Severen from the unforgiving sun, the two of you curled up in your bed, dried blood caked on your skin. About an hour before your shift, you took a shower, though you couldn’t quite scrub all of the blood from your nails. You hoped no one at the bar would notice.

Severen had made himself busy wandering around your house, opening every drawer and cabinet he came across when you told him you were headed to work. He nodded, not sparing you a glance when he mentioned he and the rest of the clan would stop by later on. Strange.

Your car’s upholstery was fucked, but you hoped with enough bleach and elbow grease, you could get it looking less like a murder scene. It kind of was one. You tried not to think about that too much.

Otherwise, your shift went by without consequence, though you’d heard people talking about how Hank had been found brutally murdered.

“You sure you wanna work tonight?” Jimmy asked. “If you wanna go home early, you can. Cops are sayin’ it was an animal attack, but I’m not so sure.”

“I’ll be fine, Jimmy. Thanks,” you said, forcing a smile that just as quickly fell when you saw Severen walk in with the rest of the Hooker clan.

He hadn’t even bothered to clean the previous night’s blood off, giving you a wicked grin when he saw you.

“How're you shitkickers feelin’ tonight?” he hollered. “Better be great, ‘cause it’s gonna be your last.”

Jesse grabbed a bottle off the bar, smashing it against a man’s face and then pouncing when he collapsed on the floor in pain.

“What the—“ Jimmy muttered, reaching for the rifle he kept beneath the bar.

You watched in horror as Severen jumped on top of the bar, and with a fluid kick, sliced Jimmy’s throat open with the razor sharp spurs on the heel of his boot. Your boss collapsed in your arms, his garbled choking noises drowned out by the sound of gushing blood, and possessed by your instincts, you devoured, your thirst leaving you content to ignore the pandemonium that had broken out among the patrons.

Their shouts echoed in your ears. Bitch. Monster. Demon. Vampire. Someone had thrown a bottle at you. You didn’t even flinch.

By the time you had come to your senses, blood dripping from your mouth, eyes wide and wild, the clan had made a meal of nearly everyone in sight. You caught Severen’s gaze, an expression of pride and affection on his blood-covered face. You stormed over to him, grabbing him by his jacket collar.

“Why did you do that? I’ve known these people for nearly ten years and—“

“Ten years ain’t nothin’. ‘Nother ten and most of ‘em would be dead anyway.”

“That’s not the point! They were my—“

“Friends? Some friends, turned on you real fast once they saw you chowin’ down on your old boss.”

“You better decide what your next move is quick, ‘cause once we burn this place down, cops are gonna be here faster than you can blink,” Diamondback said from a few feet away, pushing aside a young man she’d just drained of blood. Letterman jacket. College football star. Not anymore.

“She’s coming with us,” Severen said in a tone you knew there was no use in trying to argue against. “No more of this human bullshit.”

Jesse nodded. “Alright, then. Let’s light this place up.”

You watched helplessly as they grabbed bottles off the bar, stuffing them with cloth they’d ripped from the bodies of the dead patrons and rushing outside. Severen handed you a bottle, and you had little choice but to throw the explosive when he lit the end of it, watching the life you’d so carefully built for yourself literally go up in flames.

Hearing sirens in the distance, you took Severen’s hand, tears blurring your vision as you ran into the uncertainty of your nomadic life with the Hooker clan.

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ariesangel04 · 10 months

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How to Be a Mid 2000’s Dream Queen: Mcblingy Style 🪩

i literally love everything about the 2000’s. it is my dream girl lifestyle to live as if i was on jersey shore!

Fashionista ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

the mcbling style is all about the printz (leopard, cheetah, zebra), lots of sparkles, low rise pants & shorts, baby tees, tanks, bedazzled shirts, & lots of skin! the trashier the better! knowing the brandz are important too so start looking for lots of ed hardy, affliction, playboy, hustler, skin industries, juicy couture, and victoria secret pink!

Makeup ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

now for makeup it's defiently all about the eyez. big bold eyeliner or eyeshadow is important with a sparkly lid or smoky eye. i personally love lots of blush and jewels all on my face to add some extra pizzazz! & how could i ever forget about the bubblegum pink lip!!! saint germain is a holy grail for all my mcbling queens!!

Nailz ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

QUACK QUACK! duck nails are a staple to this style with the addition of the printz, star designs, playboy symbol, hello kitty designs, and lots of gems. square french tips in different colors, sizes, and designs are a definite need for this trashtastic style!

Iconz ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

there were a lot of mid 2000’s inspirations but the one i’m gonna talk about are our favorite guidettes!! snooki, j-woww, and deanna really showcased fashion and fun which is what mcbling is all about! they are all about being party animals, having big personalities, & wearing bold outfits like trucker hats, spike sunglasses, fur boots, and huge bags!

iconz that are keeping the mcblingy lifestyle alive to this day are jayden naomi & totallytashaxox!

Accessoriez ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

without accessories an outfit is absolutely nothing. this style is all about being cute, silly, and fun which is why accessories are a must have. you have to be glitz and sparkling from head to toe with chunky bangles, big sparkly rings, studded belts, big necklaces with jewels, and bamboo earrings. one of my fav things to do is adding cute plush keychains to my bags. everything is large & in charge in this style.

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thank you so much for reading! i hope you angels loved these trashtastic tips!

from the angels playlist *♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·💋

#Spotify #dolly style #mcbling #trashy 2000s #y2k fashion #y2kpink #y2kcore #hot pink #juicy couture #my post #pink #advice #sanrio #hello kitty #baby pink #girly

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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Tidy Little Secrets (introduction)

This is something new I’ve breathed into existence over the past 48 hours. So PLEASE give me feedback, as I haven’t had a lot of time to proofread this because I’m too damn impatient. Think of this as a trailer, an incomplete part one, a sneak peek, I don’t care. Just know that it’s here and I would really appreciate your support. This will be around five to eight parts.

Trigger warnings include: sex (in different parts), sexual tension, age gap, drugs, alcohol, mentions of shootings and abuse, abusive households and many other triggering matters.

Being an adult was hard.

Those were the sole words of wisdom your parents had bestowed upon you as a child. Enjoy your time under our roof, they’d said, because once you leave, life will be more difficult than you could ever imagine.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe them. Quite the contrary, really. The adults you were raised among seemed like purposeless puppets. They woke up on weekdays and went to work just to party on the weekends and cough up enough money for rent at the end of the month before repeating the cycle. And even this “reckless” lifestyle seemed rigorous to maintain.

It was exasperating to be a child in the midst of this, much less an adult responsible for a child. The sixteen full years that you spent surrounded by alcohol, drugs, smoke, assault, gunshots, and toxic love had you gasping for air. You dropped out of school the moment you were old enough and your parents never knew.

You experimented with different types of jobs for the duration of your time at home. None of them felt right, but you accepted that as your future. If you weren’t finishing high school, gas stations, and fast-food restaurants it was.

When you were eighteen, you moved out and got a small apartment using the funds you’d been diligently collecting for the past two years. All of the jobs you worked were hierarchies, stratified into challenging levels someone like you could never conquer. Your future was only as bright as your resume, and your resume wasn’t promising.

You weren’t in contact with your family, except your sister, Nataly, though even that was limited to a singular call or text every few months. Both calls and texts were usually initiated by you. That’s why it was strange when she called you one Thursday evening in March.

“Guess what?” she had asked, voice radiant with excitement, carrying on before you got a word in. “I got a job working for this rich man uptown and he gave me my first paycheck. He’s paying me so well!” She went on to describe the job in vivid detail, and you had to admit, it was more than convincing.

“That's unbelievable, Nat,” you replied, feigning happiness. “Well, I don’t doubt that someone like you could land a good job, but... You know what I mean. Do you think that I would enjoy a job like that?”

“Oh, Y/N,” she gushed. “Of course! Especially if your client is as gorgeous as mine.”

The concept of attractive men had you sold instantly and she knew it. Within an hour, you added yourself to a hiring website where you put an ad out for a housekeeper. Now, all you had to do was wait. Fortunately, your offer was accepted within minutes by a wealthy man who lived uptown. He was in touch instantly, helping you plan out your tentative work schedule.

You couldn’t believe how well things were going. The dots were practically connecting themselves.

That night, you lay in bed, eyes aglow as you revised every detail of your evening. You had gotten a call from your sister, quit your job, and gotten a new job working as a maid. From now on, you would spend your days cooking and cleaning for a strange man in a mansion i rather than ringing up bottles of water and packets of trail mix for begrudging truckers. This kind of change was nearly unfathomable, a one-eighty capable of giving you whiplash.

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Monday morning rolled around, dragging you with it. You were grossly unprepared. Your client supposedly had everything you needed, but that didn’t assuage your feelings of anxiety. You hadn’t cleaned anyone’s house but your own, much less wealthy old men in good neighborhoods. Hopefully, he would be kind and well-compensating like Nataly’s.

Clothed in loose, simple garments, you examined your appearance hesitantly. Your hair was pulled back into a low bun and your face was covered in a cheap layer of hastily-done makeup. You had to keep reminding yourself that you weren’t aiming to seduce the old geezer, rather earn money.

Once in your car, you punched his address into your GPS and followed it attentively, trying to pry your brain from the intruding thoughts of inadequacy. The farther you went, the nicer the homes and neighborhoods became. You assumed that none of the children that lived around here didn’t get to watch shoot-offs from their bedroom window every other weekend.

The GPS continued directing you up the street, and the houses got remarkably bigger, presumably costing a fortune. After driving for forty-five minutes, the GPS directed you to stop in front of the biggest, most beautiful house you’d ever seen. It was three stories tall and the most elegant building you’d ever seen.

It was made of a welcoming tan stone with regal white pillars framing the front door. There were windows everywhere, and even they looked expensive.

Eyes wide with amazement, you remained in your car, unable to move. You absorbed your surroundings as if you had never opened your eyes before. They scanned everything around you, eventually landing on the massive garage built into the side of the house. It was presumably filled with all kinds of luxury vehicles.

Once your wits returned to you, you made your way up the front walk and onto the stoop. A moment after you’d rung the doorbell, a voice called from somewhere inside, instructing you to enter. You opened the door cautiously and found yourself standing in the doorway, taking in the crystal chandelier and gleaming marble floors, jaw agape.

Just then, a tall man strode briskly in through the hallway beside you, flashing you a grand smile. He was much younger than you imagined, but dilf material nonetheless. He was dressed in a smart navy blue suit and his hair was tousled immaculately. He gave you a cocky smile, noticing the awe on your face. He was definitely proud of all that he had, but who wouldn’t be? You were surely blessed to be in his presence.

“Y/N, right?” he inquired,

He held out his hand for a shake and you broke out into a cold sweat at the thought of touching him. As he raised his hand, his sleeve fell just enough to reveal the tattoos that lay beneath.

You immediately forgot about his arms and focused on his voice. His accent made your name seem beautiful and exotic. This was too much. His grasp was firm and his hand was veiny and warm.

You took his hand and shook it properly. “Yes,” you stuttered, straightening yourself, busying yourself by fixing your waistband to avoid eye contact. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Beautiful.” He let out a breathy chuckle.

He was so suave and articulate, speaking smoothly and making confident eye contact; a right businessman. And here you were, tripping over your words like the lower-class person you were.

He directed you toward a closet built into the side of his double staircase. “Everything you’ll need is in here and if you’re missing something, don’t hesitate to let me know. I don’t have anything f’you to do today. Take the to look around, I understand it’s pretty overwhelming.”

You smiled gratefully, deciding to ignore his implication to your income and upbringing.

“I only have to work until one today, so I’ll be back to answer any of your questions. Sound good?”

You nodded, trying your best to keep your act together until he left.

“I just have one rule. Whatever you do, don’t touch the door at the end of the hallway on the third story. Okay?”

You nodded again. “Yes, sir.”

“Harry,” he corrected with a cocky smile. “Call me Harry.”

His words echoed in your ears as he exited the door, briefcase in clutch. You locked the door behind him, sinking to the ground with your back to the wall, heart racing.

I’m gonna tag some people here just to get the ball rolling. (Taglist people, some mutuals, or people who liked this post.) Thank you in advance to anyone who interacts because it means the whole wide world to me. ⬇️⬇️⬇️ @madybeth21 @groovychaosavenue @sortingharryshairclip @fishingirl12 @mrspeacem1nusone @tenaciousperfectionunknown @cayleyhannha-blog @lukesaprince @babygirl-jj @shroombloomm @chocochipcookie305 @pamelagramm @harrysonlylover

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savorypink · 30 days

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I have to say I love gas stations sm but I disagree with you on truck drivers bc my dad is a truck driver and most of his co workers are slimy old men who are into way younger girls. I’m talking so young it’s almost borderline pedophilic… that 8 on the 18 is really saving their asses… AND they aren’t even cute either they are old as all hell with beer bellies and gray hair or have a wild smoking + drinking problem.

gross :/ i wouldn’t say i’m interested in the ppl who drive the trucks, more so the lifestyle of being a trucker; i’ve been viewing it under rose colored lenses mainly bc of tik tok but thanks for informing me on one the gross realities of it

#mickey mail

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kitty-mactabbysh · 8 months

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Being a truck driver is a lifestyle. Late night hours, truck stops, the stress, the loneliness...

Here in my backyard traveling around is a matter of days depending on the destination because it's a huge chunk of land. We even had a TV show called "Travel Well, Trucker" documenting their lives on the road and I was obsessed as a kid.

So trucker Ghost (or trucker Soap) living the dream when he picked up a handsome stray traveler on the road and that's how the story goes.

Or maybe he had to deliver something dangerous for the government, and was assigned to this pretty SAS guy who would protect the cargo and all.

Possibilities.

Running late for college in a personal manner ♡

#ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty: modern warfare ii #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #and #john soap mactavish #but they deliver things #someone has to do the hard work #it is a hard life but a honest one

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grandfatherissues-a · 7 months

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since i had a lot of people approach me about that partner call i put out, i thought i would compile a list of plot ideas i have just to make things easier. please keep in mind that this list will contain dark, tcboo, and problematic content so read at your own risk. if you could message me if you're interested that would be appreciated as i'm on mobile 99% of the time and i'm a sideblog so tumblr likes to dick around.

UPDATE: i've moved to @grandfatherissues so message me there if you're interested!

001. an esteemed hollywood movie director casting a disney actor / former beloved child star in a controversial and exploitative role. probably takes advantage of her excitement to work with him and/or her eagerness to shed her good-girl image and not only moulds her into his dirty on-screen fantasy, but very likely becomes obsessed with her off-screen in the process. an age gap + power difference would be preferred.

002. a cult leader teaching his daughter / sister / granddaughter / niece / new young wife what a good and obedient follower of their cause is expected to behave, dress, and speak like.

003. a prolific and hardened criminal / gang member developing a fixation for someone who isn't interested in him / his lifestyle. cue him stalking her, threatening her and her loved ones, blackmailing her, all the fun stuff until she either gives in willingly, or he just decides to take her and keep her anyway.

004. an obscenely rich man and his mail order bride / trophy bride and their life in the domestic suburbia he's carefully chosen for them. a big age gap, power differences, + some bimbofication would be preferred.

005. a family dynamic (father x daughter, brother x sister, cousins, uncle x niece, grandfather x granddaughter, etc) where they only have each other left and try to take care of each other in the best way they know how. but along the way, their relationship becomes highly co-dependent and close, and they end up developing feelings and tension they never expected.

006. a gross old trucker picking up a runaway / traveller and agreeing to take her where she needs to go, but then pulling over somewhere dark and isolated because of course he requires some sort of payment for his service.

007. a science fiction / fantasy plot where humans are enslaved by monsters or a supernatural creatures. the humans are assigned as toys for the monsters / creatures fun and pleasure, or maybe even to be bred if you want to explore that. but basically a plot where a highly virile monster / supernatural creature gets their long-awaited assigned human pet / partner / bride.

008. a hardcore adult content creator and the young amateur just looking to make a quick buck making a video together. ideally it would include rough / dark kinks but it can be something they both enjoy and continue doing, or it can be something she's really not into but keeps coming back because his audience like her and he offers her more and more money to perform.

009. a much older man (ideally at least 50+) finally deciding he wants to be a dad so going after a much younger woman to make his wishes come true. a huge age gap, daddy kink, and breeding/pregnancy would be preferred.

010. brothers / twins going after the same girl and either making it a competition who can get her first, or maybe they end up playing fair and having her at the same time instead. if they're twins, maybe one of them starts fucking / dating her but the other twin also gets to have his fun by pretending to be the other, and it's a big old fucking mess but...they end up lowkey working as a trio? idk.

011. a young woman who's curious and needy falling for / being seduced by her best friend's dad. him being all supportive and sweet to her, always offering her to stay, giving her rides home, treating her like his own daughter. but then the immediate perking up whenever she's around, the way his stare lingers too long when she's hanging out at their pool, the way he finds excuses to be around her when she's staying over for the night. can instead be a dad's best friend plot if that's preferred.

012. an only child finding out his father had a love child many years ago which was the cause of his parents divorce. and now she's around and in their lives and he lowkey resents his new sister for his mother being hurt by his father cheating and their lives being disrupted by the divorce, but he also lowkey develops an attraction to her and starts a tiny fixation that may or may not get pushed too far.

013. a guy fathered a child when he was very young himself (early to mid teens) and wasn't given contact by the mother / went to jail / the kid ended up being adopted, and now it's 18+ years later and he's finally reunited with the child he's always wondered about. but because of the smallish age gap between them in comparison to other parents and their children, and also because they're pretty much strangers getting to know each other for the first time, their dynamic leans more towards being friendly and fun at the start, and eventually develops into something romantic / sexual as they begin to spend more time together and get all their overwhelming and conflicting feelings / urges mixed up.

#indie kink rp #indie discord rp #1x1 rp #plot inspiration.

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littlemisspipebomb · 2 years

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I've been watching "how to build a sex room" and this show is wild as hell. At least one of the couple I've seen is like "yeah we need our bedroom to be sexier cause we've been struggling a lot with intimacy" while the woman is working 4 jobs, the husband is a trucker and their lives are pretty much entirely separated. You need a marriage councillor and a change in lifestyle to be a couple again, no amount of ropes and leather can fix these issues.

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dumbeddiesimp · 2 years

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eddie, do you copy? part one.

pairing: eddie munson x plus size fem reader

word count: 6223

summary: as a nomadic traveler that lives in a van, your only source of socialization is talking to strangers on a ham radio.

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sun shining brightly in your face. It was your first week back on the road after a long winter, longer than you had anticipated but it had gotten strangely cold in Texas that year. Usually, until the rest of the country defrosted, you could be out in your van almost all year but you had bunked with your parents over Christmas.

The second the sun came out, though, you were packing your bags and heading out on the road to ring in 1985.

You had been living this nomadic lifestyle for only two years now, ever since you had finished fixing up your dad’s old VW camper van. He gave it to you for a graduation present and you were off that very summer with the goal of visiting every state and all the Canadian provinces. Being January still, however, you were sticking to the southern states to avoid frostbite.

Rest stops and RV parks were your home, and you adored it. You kept to yourself, and you filled your time with reading, crocheting, cooking, and talking on your state-of-the-art ham radio. Your dad had put in the unit, bought brand new from the shelves at Radioshack, so you could talk to your family no matter where you were in North America.

It was nice. You loved your family and missed them whenever you were away.

However, you could only talk to your family so much before the events in their life started to repeat themselves. So, every once in a while, you would sit at your radio and switch through random channels in hopes to talk to someone new. A stranger, someone you didn’t know personally. They always had amazing stories.

So, when you woke up that morning, you sat up in your bed and stretched out your arms with a big yawn. You had a late night last night, staying up talking with your family, so you felt drained even though you slept in. You didn’t want to do anything today, not even cook, so you crawled your way into the driver seat of the van and turned it on.

To the McDonald’s drive-thru you went.

Having the convenience of fast food while on the road was dangerous. You were already chubby before you left home, but the ease of drive-thrus made your weight go up a little bit. Nothing drastic, but your family always felt the need to comment on it whenever you went home.

You parked in one of the spaces once getting your breakfast, unwrapping the McMuffin as you turned on your radio. The signal could pick up anywhere but it always worked the best in more populated areas like towns or cities. You cleared your throat as you took a bite of your sandwich, then picked up the speaker and clicked down the button. “Hello, is anyone out there?”

When no one responded for several seconds, you switched the frequency and tried again. Repeating yourself with each new frequency, you began to grow frustrated with the lack of response. Usually by attempt five, someone would come in but there was no response. On your tenth try, you had finished your breakfast and tossed the bag out the window and into the garbage can right outside your window.

“Okay, assholes, this is your last chance,” you spoke into your handheld speaker, taking a sip of your coffee. “Is there anyone out there?”

“Well, this isn’t what I would necessarily call a good first impression, but it’ll do,” a sultry voice responded through the radio, making you jump a little in surprise with your eyes focused on the radio. “Who am I talking to?”

You breathed out a sigh of relief when you finally got a response, and this person sounded young. You usually got fifty year old truckers so this was a nice change. You pressed down on the button. “Sorry for calling you an asshole,” you said first. “Well, I was just talking to the wind but you get what I mean. My name’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” the voice repeated, and you could hear the smile in his voice. Your name sounded like sugar coming from him. “A pretty name for a pretty girl, I’m sure. I’m Eddie.”

The blush that rose to your face was almost immediate. Despite this man being completely unknown to you, the way he spoke to you gave you chills. He could be forty for all you knew, but someone you knew that wasn’t the case.

“Eddie,” you repeated softly, a smile spreading across your face as you pressed the button down once more. “It’s nice to meet you, Eddie.”

From that day forward, you checked on that specific frequency every day. You had written it down after your first conversation with Eddie Munson. It differed slightly depending on where you traveled, but you were always able to find him again.

March of 1985, you were driving through Wyoming. While the state paled in contrast with things to do than other states, it more than made up for it with the beautiful skyscapes. You had never seen such beautiful sunrises and sunsets before.

“Y/N, are you there?” Eddie’s voice suddenly crackled through your radio, making you avert your gaze from the gorgeous sunset for a brief moment before looking back out the windshield. You were driving, after all, so you technically had to focus on the road.

“Come on, sweetheart, I know you’re there. You live in that damn van, where else can you be? Come in, over.”

You playfully roll your eyes as you pick up the speaker, clicking down the button. “Sweetheart, huh? Getting awfully comfortable, aren’t we?”

The sound of Eddie’s chuckle coming through the radio had you melting in your seat. The way you two had gotten to know each other over the last couple of months was astonishing. You basically trauma-dumped on him the first day you met, but he was still a bit reserved when it came to his past. He told you plenty about himself, just not much about his life. It was easy for you to tell him everything, as you didn’t know what he looked like, but he seemed a little more apprehensive.

You didn’t mind, though. All in due time.

“Well, we’ve been talking every day for the past two months so I say we’re in pet name territory,” Eddie continued, a slight roughness in his voice that could either mean he just woke up, smoked a huge bowl, or finished a show. Considering the time of day, as well as the fact that it was a Tuesday, you guessed it was two out of the three. “Where are you today?”

You hummed softly as you leaned forward a bit, one hand on the wheel and the other on the speaker, to get a better look at the approaching road sign. “About ten miles outside of Riverton, Wyoming. I am staring at the most beautiful sunset.”

Eddie let out a little whistle. “Wyoming, huh? That’s not too far from Indiana. Why don’t you come by for a visit, sweetheart? I could show you something even more beautiful to stare at.”

“Oh yeah?” You responded with a giggle, taking a turn down a road just outside city limits that directed you towards an RV park. “What do you have there in Hawkins, Indiana other than a batshit crazy lab that killed a girl and a brand new, shiny mall?”

“Ouch, sweetheart!” Eddie laughed, his voice crackling through the radio as you came to a slow stop at a free spot within the park. You adjusted the damn thing to hear him clearer. “There’s more to Hawkins than just those. There’s also hicks and douchebags galore.”

“And where do you fit in, dear Edward?”

“Well, with the freaks, of course.”

You smile a bit to yourself, shaking your head fondly. The thing you loved most about your unconventional friendship with Eddie was that neither of you needed to say “over” when you were done talking. You two just knew when each other was done talking.

“You and me both, Eddie,” you responded to him in a soft voice after a moment, finally parking your van at a spot and relaxing back into the driver seat. You smiled a little to yourself, wondering briefly how you got yourself into this weird friendship. But you didn’t mind.

“You and me both.”

July of 1985 was so strangely hot, especially since you were in the middle of Canada. You were in the boonies of Saskatchewan in a town called Moose Jaw, staying in a campground within the city limits. You never knew Canada could get so hot.

Due to the heat, you only wore a pair of high-waisted jean shorts and a neon green bikini top. It was completely tame and everything was covered, so you didn’t understand why some people were staring at you as you walked around the town.

That was until a group of teenagers moo’d at you.

You slammed the sliding door to your van, hiccuping as you tried to force back sobs. Normally, you didn’t let digs at your weight get to you but being taunted like that was too far. You furiously wiped your eyes as you crawled into your driver seat, grabbing the speaker and pressing down the button.

“Eddie,” you croaked out softly, immediately cursing yourself. You didn’t want Eddie to hear you cry. You cared for him way too much and were scared of what he would think upon hearing you cry. “Eddie, do you copy? I need to talk, Eds, please…”

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here,” Eddie responded immediately, literally under a second after you finished talking. He sounded so concerned, his voice sweet and comforting. “What’s wrong, princess, what happened?”

You sniffled softly to yourself as you looked down at your lap, remaining quiet for a few minutes before pressing the button down. “I know we agreed to not say anything to each other about what we look like until we meet, but I just need to. F-For context.”

“As long as you’re alright with that, darling.”

You breathed out softly as you gathered the courage, and Eddie thankfully gave you the time you needed. He was always so good about that. “Okay, so,” you spoke up after a moment. “I’m not…I’m not the ideal image of beauty.”

Eddie was quiet for a little bit. He wanted to let you speak without interruption, but he couldn’t keep to himself. “Sweetheart, I haven’t seen you yet but I just know you’re drop dead gorgeous. No matter what you look like.”

Your lower lip quivered a little as you took a deep breath. He knew exactly the right words to make you swoon, but today was different. You didn’t believe him. Eddie sounded so handsome that you were sure he deserved a bombshell. Not someone whose thighs touched and whose arms jiggled when they waved.

“Eddie, you don’t understand,” you finally let out a soft cry, hands trembling as the attempt to hold it in finally failed. “I was moo’d at today! Like a fucking cow, Eds! It’s so fucking hot here today so I wore my favourite shorts and a bikini top and these fucking teenagers moo’d at me!”

You just sniffled softly to yourself now, tears falling down your reddening cheeks as Eddie remained quiet on the other end. You didn’t know what he was thinking. Hell, if you had to guess, he was probably going through what you looked like in his head to determine if he even wanted to still talk to you.

“I’m not skinny, Eddie. Far from it,” you murmured softly into the speaker after a minute of silence. “I don’t know exactly what I weight but if I had to guess–”

“Don’t,” Eddie interrupted you, making you look at your radio in surprise. He never interrupted you before. “Don’t. It doesn’t matter, darling, okay? People who think weight matters are fucking assholes. You can still be drop dead gorgeous and have a few extra pounds, yeah? Which, by the way, I’m sure you are. A little extra to hold at night is such a plus, too. It gets cold up here in Indiana.”

The blush that adorned your cheeks was downright embarrassing. If you had been in front of Eddie at that moment, you were sure he could figure out your crush for him in under a second. “Eddie Munson, you really know how to make a girl feel better,” you replied after a moment, a smile returning to your face as you wiped your eyes. “And you’re sure you don’t have a girlfriend?”

Eddie’s laugh was music to your ears. “No one here in Hawkins wants to date the freak, darling. Besides, I have someone far better for me in mind than any of these hicks.”

Your eyebrows immediately shot up and jealousy began to bubble in your stomach. Your one hand clenched the speaker tightly, pressing the button down. “Oh yeah?” You ask, trying to hide the jealousy in your voice. “And who would that be?”

“Well, my dear Y/N, all I know is that they have the most addicting voice I have ever heard,” was his response, and that made butterflies erupt in your tummy now. “I mean, I talk to her every single day. She’s kind, funny, and beautiful. Even if I don’t know what she looks like yet, I know she’s beautiful.”

Your face was now bright red, and you were unable to control yourself as you burst into a fit of happy giggles. “So, what are you saying, Munson? You got a crush on me? Ew.”

Your laugh grew louder as Eddie let out a dramatic gasp through the radio, throwing your head back against your seat. “You’re damn right I do!” Eddie shouted, just making you laugh louder.

“Well, good,” you responded with a kind smile, wiping away tears of laughter now. “Because lucky enough for you, the feelings are mutual.”

On Halloween of that year, you were in Louisiana. So far in your trip, you had gotten to twenty states and five Canadian provinces. While you were making better progress than you anticipated, Indiana was still far down on your list. You weren’t sure if you were even gonna get there before March.

Eddie understood the fact that you wanted to stick to your plan, since you had family things to work around, but it didn’t mean it didn’t frustrate him.

“I wish you were here tonight,” his voice crackled through the radio, making you stop crocheting so you could grab the speaker. The two of you had been dating for three months now and you still talked every day, just with an extra special type of call that took place at night.

“Tonight would be the perfect night to curl up with my best girl in front of a scary movie, drink a couple of beers,” he sighed longingly, making you smile softly. “Are you sure you can’t squeeze in a visit to Hawkins before you head back home for the winter?”

You hum softly, placing your crocheting into your lap so you can press down on the button. “I head back to Texas first thing in the morning,” you told him with a little sigh. “Hawkins is already twelve hours away. I’ll freeze my tits off in my van, Eds.”

Eddie whined like a child in response, making you laugh at his childish behaviour. “Life is so unfair,” he huffed after about fifteen seconds of annoying yet adorable whining. “You can’t get to me until March? That’s bullshit.”

“You are my first stop when the weather in the Midwest gets nice again,” you assured him, a smile on your face as you could imagine the cute pout on his. “Besides, me being there will distract you from studying for your first semester finals. You’re gonna graduate this year, Eds.”

“I know, I know,” Eddie replied sadly, and you so wanted to somehow jump through the radio and into his room so you could squeeze the life out of him. God, did you wish that was possible. “Hey, uh, I finally got my hands on Live After Death. Did you wanna listen to it with me?”

You smiled softly. You could hear the disappointment in his voice, but you both knew it would all be worth it in no time. “Sure, Eds,” you replied softly. You then picked your crocheting back up as Eddie taped his button down, smiling as the sound of Iron Maiden began to fill your van.

Your two months at home seemed endless. You still talked to Eddie every day, at which your parents were fairly confused, but you ignored them whenever they raised their concerns. They were valid concerns, like how you didn’t really know Eddie, but you didn’t listen. Even without meeting him, you knew he was genuinely who he said he was. And you loved him all the same for it.

You left home once more in January, travelling around the warmer states as usual while keeping your daily conversations with your boyfriend. As March approached, you two got more and more excited. Spring break was finally coming up for Eddie and that meant at long last, he got to meet the woman behind the voice he fell in love with.

Until everything went to shit.

“Eddie, do you copy?” You said into the speaker. You had been trying for the better part of two hours to get a hold of him, as you were just entering Indiana and therefore would be in Hawkins by early that morning. “Eddie, I’m really starting to worry here. Eddie, pick up, for the love of god.”

After only receiving more static, you placed the speaker back in its hook with a frustrated sigh. You didn’t know why he wasn’t answering, as he should all the time in the world to answer you, but it just made you begin to worry. So, you began switching the frequencies again in hopes to get any of the radio stations from Hawkins. After twenty minutes of getting different towns’ stations, you finally hit the jackpot.

“--rocked the small community of Hawkins once again last night. A Hawkins High student was found murdered in a trailer in the Forest Hills Trailer Park and police are now on the lookout for their prime suspect. Edward Munson, age twenty, was the last person seen with the deceased and the Hawkins Police are asking all citizens to keep an eye out for–”

You turned your radio off. Your face was sheet white. Eddie was wanted for murder? Murder? You couldn’t believe it. No, you didn’t believe it. You wouldn’t. Eddie couldn’t harm a fly let alone a person. You were silent as you pressed your gas pedal to its limit, deciding that you needed to get to Hawkins as soon as humanly possible.

You tore into town so fast, you were sure the cops were going to be called on you but they were still busy at the trailer park when you arrived. Your original plan had been to go to Eddie’s trailer to meet him, but he was at large and so you had no idea where to go.

After driving around for thirty minutes, as it did not take long to drive around Hawkins, you parked along the downtown area and placed your head on the steering wheel. It was nine in the morning and you were lost, so lost on where to start looking for your boyfriend. You had no idea if he was even safe or not. Hell, he could’ve already been arrested and you’d never find out. This situation was bad.

Movement out of the corner of your eye made you look up. Two young teenagers, one boy with shaggy brown hair and a girl with fiery red hair, rode up to the store you were parked in front of and ditched their bikes right outside of it in such a hurry, it made your eyebrows go up in surprise. You watched the two as they stormed into the store, Family Video, and immediately began harassing the two young workers inside. You watched curiously, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to catch glimpses of their conversation.

Your eyebrows raised, eyes widening a little bit, as the younger boy said the name of the man you had been panicking over for the past ten hours.

Eddie.

You got out of your van so fast that you almost tripped onto the pavement, but you were able to catch yourself before hurrying into the Family Video. The four people inside, the female worker picking up tapes and the two boys arguing, all stopped what they were doing and looked at you in confusion. You had run in like your life depended on it, so of course they were confused.

“Uh…” the older girl said, her voice slightly raspy as she stared at you. “Welcome to Family Video?”

“Are you guys looking for Eddie Munson?” You asked before any of them could get anything else out. “Do you know where he is?”

The boy with the curly hair straightened his posture, face filled with what could be described as concerned as well as a little bit of shock. “How do you know Eddie?” He asked, a slight lisp to his voice.

You ran a hand through your hair with a soft sigh. You knew this was going to be weird, since you were not from Hawkins so none of these people knew you or perhaps even knew of you, but you had to tell the truth. With a shrug of your shoulders, slapping your hand down on your thigh, you looked right back at the kid. “I’m his girlfriend. And I have no idea what’s going on but I’m really worried, okay?”

“Girlfriend?!” All four people shouted at once.

While Max, Robin, and Steve ran the investigation from inside Family Video, you and Dustin sat in your van fiddling with the radio. Dustin knew ham radios like no one’s business so you had your full trust in him as he messed with it. He had the idea to try and contact Eddie the way you had before: fucking with the frequencies. Even if Eddie didn’t have his walkie-talkie, maybe he was still in the vicinity of one.

“Eddie, do you copy?” You repeated into the speaker for the millionth time, sighing softly as you received nothing in return yet again. You hit the speaker against your forehead gently a few times, before pushing down the button again. Licking your lips, you breathed out softly as you closed your eyes. This situation was so stressful for you, but you just couldn’t imagine what Eddie was going through. He must be so scared.

“Eddie, baby, I’m here. I’m here, okay? I don’t know what exactly happened, but I want to help,” you said, voice as soft as silk. If Eddie was there, anywhere, you needed him to know that he would be safe if he chose to reveal himself. “Even if you don’t want my help, just…just let me know that you’re alright. I know something really scary happened to you, and I know that you’re innocent. Okay? Please, Eddie…do you copy?”

Dustin glanced at you as you two awaited a response, your leg shaking anxiously as you listened to the radio silence that came through the damn thing. After thirty seconds, both of your shoulders slumped as the kid reached to change the frequency again.

“Y/N, you need to go home…” Eddie’s voice finally said, making both you and Dustin jump but then look at each other in excitement. The kid quickly left your van to run into the store, needing to alert the others that they found him.

“No, Eddie, I’m right where I need to be,” you replied quickly, buckling up in preparation to leave whenever he gave his location. “I met your friend, Dustin, and a few others and we all know you’re innocent, alright? We all wanna help you. You just have to let me know where you are.”

It was silent for a moment before your radio crackled back to life. “Baby, it’s not safe, okay? Y-Y-You have to go home, it’s not safe! If you get caught with me, I-I don’t know, I don’t want you to end up like her! Okay?! An-And if you’re ever caught with me, you’ll be arrested!”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion when he mentioned some “her”, but you just let him continue talking. He obviously needed to talk out whatever happened to him. “Eds, it’s okay. No one in this town knows who I am, they’ll never suspect anything,” you explained to him gently. “Please, baby, tell me where you are. As much as I wanna see you, I know you need support now more than ever. I love you, Eddie. I love you so much.”

“Oh my god…” Eddie sighed out softly, and you could just imagine how stressed he was but unable to hide the smile on his face at your confession. “Sweetheart, you can’t do that to me, damn it…fine. Fine, alright? You’re lucky you’re cute.”

When Dustin looked back over at you, you were frantically waving your arms to get his attention while also frantically around the front seat area for a pen and paper. The four inside quickly got the hint and sprinted from the store, Robin locking it behind her before they all piled into your van. The way your tired screeched upon peeling out of the parking lot made you cringe slightly, but you had bigger things to worry about.

Reefer Rick’s house was definitely out of the way. Not being a local of Hawkins, you had no fucking clue where you were going and had Steve yelling at you nearly every turn you missed. Finally, just after the sun fully set, you arrived at Reefer Rick’s house and parked in front of it.

You breathed out softly as you leaned against the steering wheel a little bit, looking at the slightly decrepit lake house in front of you. “Yeah, this isn’t creepy at all.”

“I’m not the greatest fan of this either but what other choice do we have,” Steve sighed from the passenger seat as he unbuckled, Dustin opening the sliding door so the three in the back could hop out. You and Steve followed, and the five of you approached the house with Dustin going first. Max, Steve, and Robin carried flashlights and shone them in front of your group as it was pitch dark. You stood slightly behind Dustin to his left, arms crossed anxiously as he pressed the doorbell once.

Then a second time five seconds later.

Followed quickly by a more impatient third time, which was then proceeded by the kid pressing the button repeatedly with no break in between. If Eddie had been hiding there, he was definitely way too spooked to come out.

Steve sighed, raising his shoulders as he did so. “Okay. Well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here,” he said in a monotonous voice as Dustin began pounding on the door and yelling Eddie’s name. “Great.”

“It’s Dustin!” Dustin continued, completely ignoring Steve. “Look, we just wanna talk, okay? No cops, I swear! We just wanna help. Eddie!”

Dustin pounded on the door again as Max and Robin began to quietly move around the side of the house, you following a bit behind them, but Robin was quick to shush Dustin despite the kid continuing to press the doorbell.

“Rick! Reefer Rick!”

“Don’t scream that!”

Dustin continued shouting into the dark house while Steve tried to shut him up, the three of you girls now venturing a bit more into the property to look around. Since you didn’t have a flashlight, you stuck close to Robin while Max approached a rickety looking boat house.

“Hey, guys!” She called out, mainly to get Dustin and Steve’s attention as those two were sharing a brain cell and it wasn’t enjoying being shared at the moment. Nevertheless, the rest of you hurried to where she was standing to look at the boat house. While you were all silent, you all knew that if there was somewhere a criminal would want to hide, it’d be in that building. So, you all hurried down towards it.

Robin shone her flashlight through the window as you began to make your way around the outside to get to the door, leading your group as she pushed it open. “Hello?” She called into the darkness. “Is anyone home?”

The rest of you followed her inside, the floorboards creaking beneath your feet as you looked around the small shack. It was filled with what a typical boat house usually had, like fishing gear as well as a few random pieces that definitely gave the hint that a drug dealer owned this property. In the middle of the boat house was a boat suspended over the water, covered by a tarp.

“What a dump,” Steve commented with a slight scoff. He then clicked off his flashlight and walked over to one of the walls, grabbing an oar off of it. You watched in curiosity as he began prodding the tarp covered boat, raising an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked as he turned to his friend, as he was standing right behind him and Steve’s sudden movements had spooked him. “What are you doing?”

Steve shrugged slightly as he continued practically stabbing the boat and whatever contents were hidden under the tarp. “He might be in here.”

You crossed your arms as you looked at him. “And you think it’s a good idea to repeatedly hit him with an oar?”

“Just take the tarp off!” Dustin shouted.

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off,” Steve snapped back at him.

He continued to prod around the boat with his oar, causing you to roll your eyes and continue walking around the boat house while Max and Robin approached a workbench. Max shone her flashlight across the surface to show some extremely recent food wrappers.

“Someone was here,” she said quietly as Robin moved over to stand next to her.

“Maybe he heard us,” the older girl theorized. “Got spooked and ran.”

“Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar,” Dustin commented sarcastically with a shit eating grin, making you giggle quietly as you stopped to stand next to Robin and Max.

Steve was quick to respond, obviously fed up with the constant teasing from Dustin. “I know you think you’re being funny Henderson, but considering the fact that everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight–”

The tarp that Steve had been stabbing suddenly burst upwards as someone stood up underneath it, and the person quickly leapt out of the boat and grabbed Steve by the collar. The figure pushed him back into the nearest wall, and you could see the glint of the knife pressed against his neck. Your group was loud, with Steve repeatedly shouting for the assailant to wait while Dustin was shouting at said assailant.

“Woah, woah, woah, Eddie! Eddie, stop!” Dustin shouted.

You froze right in place as you stared at the scene in front of you. The figure that had burst out of the boat was your boyfriend. And he was holding a knife to someone’s throat. Dustin continued to shout for Eddie while Robin and Max went to stand to the kid, who was standing next to Steve and Eddie with his hand outstretched. Eddie quickly looked over at him, obviously on edge and very stressed. Dustin quickly looked over at you, eyes wide and begging for help.

You quickly cleared your throat and hurried to stand next to him, arms up slightly in defense as you walked into his line of sight. “Eddie, it’s alright,” you told him. Now that you could see his face fully, your heart did a little flip. Now was not the time to get flustered, but this was the first time you were seeing your boyfriend’s face. “Eds, it’s just us. It’s me.”

Eddie’s shoulders visibly relaxed when he heard and recognized your voice, eyes never leaving yours as you stood a mere six feet away from him. His hands were shaking, one hand gripping Steve’s shirt and the other to the knife. His lower lip began to tremble, but he was still scared so he continued to just stare at you.

“I know you’re scared,” you told him gently, arms still up but you moved them down slowly with every slow step you took towards him. “But we’re only here to help, okay? You know Dustin, okay, you talk about him so much. The curly-haired weirdo in Hellfire. Would he ever betray you? Or Robin, from band? How she blew her trumpet in Jason’s ear so loud, he went deaf for a whole period? Trust us, baby. Trust me.”

By the end of your little speech, you were mere inches away from Eddie now. Tears were brimming his eyes as he just looked at you, before finally letting out a defeated sniffle and dropping Steve and the knife. “Y/N,” he croaked out pitifully as he stepped towards you, and you were quick to wrap your arms around him and hold him tight.

The two of you sunk to the floor, you holding Eddie as close to you as physically possible, as he hid his face in your neck. Your heart broke for your boyfriend. He was usually so confident and you knew that in different circumstances, he’d still be that Eddie, but things were different. He was wanted for murder. That would fuck with anyone’s head. So, you just held him and kissed his forehead while he silently cried.

After a few minutes, Dustin approached the two of you with the rest of the group behind him. The kid crouched down next to you, making Eddie look over once he had wiped his eyes. “Eddie,” he spoke softly. “We just want to talk.”

Dustin reached towards Eddie to place a supportive hand on his arm, but he flinched away and further into your arms. Robin then crouched down next to Dustin, looking at Eddie despite the man avoiding eye contact with everyone. “We want to know what happened,” she added, voice quiet and reassuring.

Eddie was quiet for a moment, before sitting up a little bit so he could finally look towards them. He sniffled, his voice a bit broken as he spoke. “You won’t believe me.”

Max shrugged her shoulders a little bit. “Try us.”

Eddie looked confused for a moment as he looked at his neighbour, but once he saw how serious you all looked, he just nodded and began to explain what had happened the night prior. The head cheerleader at school, Chrissy Cunningham, had gone to Eddie’s trailer to buy drugs. She had been dealing with some shit at home and wanted them to essentially give her a little relief, but that’s when something straight up paranormal happened.

“Her body just, like, lifted into the air and uh…and she just, like, hung there. In the air,” he said near the end of his explanation, this part obviously really hard for him to get out. You sat next to him now instead of holding him, but you still held his hand. “And her bones…uh, she…her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man…it-it was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling.”

You gently placed your free hand on his shoulder, giving him a supportive squeeze. While this story really was hard to believe, Eddie was terrified and traumatized. How could he be lying when he was so obviously affected by this?

“I-I didn’t know what to do, so I…I ran away. I left her there,” he continued, shaking his head a little bit as he sniffled. He then scoffed after a moment of silence, looking away from all of you. “You all think I’m crazy, right?”

“No, we don’t think you’re crazy at all,” Dustin responded immediately.

“Don’t bullshit me, man!” Eddie shouted, nearly interrupting Dustin. His voice was cracking like he was on the verge of tears again, and the sound of it broke your heart. “I know how this sounds!”

“We’re not bullshitting you,” Max told him seriously.

“We believe you,” Robin added.

Eddie scoffed like he didn’t believe that they believed him. How could they? It sounded batshit insane. You looked at the four people in front of you, wondering what they knew to make them sound this serious. The way they were behaving just confirmed to you how real this was.

“Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little…difficult to take,” Dustin said to Eddie softly, then looked at you. “You need to promise that you don’t tell anyone about what I’m going to say. Got it?”

You and Eddie both nodded. “Okay,” you both said simultaneously.

And that was the night where you learned how fucked up Hawkins, Indiana really was. And you were going to get Eddie out of there even if it meant that you died trying.

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