Can I request Yandere Traveler Dad. Ben again, but this time, it's darker content
Trying Out Van Life (Updated dark ish version)
Summary: You decide it's time to go to the beach and meet a friendly traveler with a dog.
Reader x Ben (Yandere Traveler Dad)
Author's Note: I hope this is more like what you guys want! I don't think it's dark dark, but at least better than before. Please let me know what you guys think about it.
Word Count: 2.7k
Warning/Tags: Kidnapping, infantilization, Tucker is kinda ESA, Ben is kinda mean and grumpy
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It was easy to lose sight of your friends at the beach. Groups of people push themselves between you and them, and the space between you and your friends grows. The second you lost them, you knew it would take a while to find them. To add to your unfortunate luck, your phone was taken away by the waves hours before.
People surround you, yet you feel like you're stranded on an island. You push through the crowds in the direction you think your friends went. You scan every face you see, but your friend’s faces never show. As you wonder what to do next, you feel fur brush against your lower half. A black lab ahead of you now runs wild around the beach, staying away from large crowds, zooming around the empty spaces between them.
“Sorry, he gets really hyper at the beach.” You hear a man’s voice behind you, over the noise of the crowd.
“Hope he didn’t bother you too much.” He continues, now beside you. You spot his sun-bleached hair before you even turn to look at him.
“Oh, no. It’s okay, I’m glad he’s having a good time.” You look at the stranger, giving him a quick smile to show that you mean it.
Looking for your friends again, you don’t spot any familiar faces, just strangers around, even more strangers. The dog from before jets around people, coming back to his owner. He greets his owner quickly, then comes up to you for some pets.
“He’s always so happy to meet people, especially children. Sorry if he’s a bit much.” Ben chuckles slightly, watching the two of you interact.
“He’s fine, what’s his name?” You ask.
“He’s Tucker, I’m Ben.” He says, feeling a little jealous that you are paying more attention to Tucker.
You introduce yourself to them, telling them, “It’s nice to meet you guys.” Tucker seems to be more interested in the beach itself. He abandons you for the waves, running towards them, jumping at them when he hits them.
“Hey, I do have a favor to ask you. I’m here with my friends, but I accidentally lost them. I was curious if I could use your phone to call them.” You ask Ben, making eye contact with his blue eyes.
“Sure, yeah, you can. I left my phone in the van. So he can just head up there, and you can call them.” Ben assures you, calling Tucker afterwards.
When Tucker meets the two of you again, he trails you, following Ben up towards the parking lot. Ben avoids all groups of people, looking back at you a couple of times. He weaves through all the parked cars, walking towards the back half of the lot.
“I’m guessing a lot of these cars were here when you got here.” You joke, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, but at least we get some shade.” He nods ahead to the white and blue van that’s parked, trees shading it. Tucker runs up to it, looking at the back doors and back at Ben. He must be eager to get inside, since he starts getting tippy tappies as Ben gets closer to the doors.
“I know, I know. Just not yet.” He tells Tucker. Ben opens the doors, revealing the insides of the van. Cabinets decorate the left side, a couch is on the right side. Ben gets into the back of the van, walking through the narrow pathway.
“C’mon in. You probably should get out of the sun. Don’t want you to get a burn.” He stands in the back of the van, bending down to pick up something. You know that it’s his phone when it illuminates his face.
You feel uncomfortable. There are no people around in the parking lot, and he wants you to come inside his van. Alarm bells sound off in your head.
“I think I’m okay. I could stand in the shade and use it.” You deflect, trying to find a middle ground, staying right by the doors.
His heavy footsteps make a thumping sound as he emerges from the van. When his feet hit the ground, sand dusts up from the concrete.
“Get in the van. I’m not going to tell you again.” His eyes burn into yours. His behavior scares you; it’s as if he’s almost 180 degrees compared to before.
As soon as you start moving away from the doors, he’s pushing you into the van. “Kid, I told you to get in the van. Since you aren’t, and I have to make you.”
His strength is hard to overcome, giving him an advantage over you. You try to make your way out, away from him, yelling for help. He covers your mouth, muffling your words.
He pushes you further back into the van until something hits your legs. He forces you down, making you sit on whatever hits the back of your legs.
He doesn’t remove his hand from your mouth when he speaks. “Are you going to stay here and be good?”
You nod at him. Why is he treating you like this? He’s talking to you like you are a kid. He seems pleased with your answer, since he removes his hand from your face.
“I know that change can be scary, I get that. Just don’t panic. Okay, bud?” His body is more relaxed now, unlike you. Your heart feels like it’s beating a million miles a minute.
“Ben, what-”
“No, don’t call me that. I shouldn’t have told you my name. That’s my fault. You can call me Dad or Papa.” He cuts you off. Tucker hops into the van now, hopping up on the bed you sit on. He lies right next to you, putting his head in your lap.
“What do you mean?” Your voice is louder than normal.
He seems irritated that you talked loudly, but he doesn’t say anything about it. “Just relax, okay? Hang out with Tucker.” He exits the van, both arms holding the open doors. “I’ll explain everything soon. No acting up in the meantime.” He slams shut the doors, sliding the lock closed.
Before you can even gather the courage to open the doors, you hear the slamming of the driver's door. The van starts shortly after that, backing out of the parking space. The silence leaves you alone with your thoughts.
The weight of the situation hits you, and so many questions come to mind. Why is he doing this to you? Why is he acting like you are a child? Let alone a child he cares for. He may be twice your age, but that doesn’t mean he should be acting like this.
Tears come to your eyes, overwhelmed by all of your thoughts. Tucker notices that you are getting upset, and he tries to distract you by putting his head near your hands to get you to pet him. Petting his fur, you try to calm yourself down.
“You’re a good boy, Tucker.” You whisper to him, not wanting Ben to hear you talk to him.
The van has been moving for hours. You assume that Ben is driving on a highway, since he rarely slows down or stops. You haven’t heard anything from Ben, but Tucker, on the other hand, has been very interactive with you.
Every time you get upset, he’s always right on top of you. He seems so aware of your emotions, letting you experience them, but never alone. You sit on the pull-out couch that Ben made you sit on. Tucker rests right beside you.
There isn’t much around the van, just the two couches, cabinets, and the TV that faces the back couch. The only thing that catches your attention is the hatch that connects to the front. Ben has yet to slide it open, nor have you.
A part of you wants to open it and demand answers from Ben, the other part just wants to hide and never see him again. Unfortunately, it slides open from the other side.
“Hey, bud. I hope you are feeling better now. We are almost there, but I wanted to pick up some food before we get there.” You feel the van starting to slow down.
“I’m sure you are hungry too, but are you going to be good while I get us some food?” You feel the van ease over, getting even slower.
“Yeah.”
You don’t know what else to say; the way he talks to you makes you uncomfortable.
“Alright, bud. Just stay back there and be good with Tucker. I’ll order the food here soon.” He shuts the hatch, effectively ending the conversation.
The back doors open up shortly after the van turns off. Tucker gets up immediately, jumping out of the van, leaving you alone with Ben. He gets into the van, not even caring to close the doors.
“Here you go, bud.” He gives you a bag from a fast-food restaurant. It’s obviously from the kids’ menu, with different cartoon characters decorating it. You roll your eyes as you open the bag. You expect him to parent you, since it’s obvious he saw you roll your eyes, but he just sits down on the other couch.
Sure enough, the first thing you pull out of the bag is a toy wrapped in plastic. You leave it beside you, ignoring it while you dig into the food. Ben is quiet while you eat. You watch the sunset, occasionally seeing Tucker running around. It keeps your brain occupied away from the anxiety about the talk that Ben has promised will happen.
You watch Tucker disappear into the trees in the distance. Ben watches him too, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it.
“So you’re okay with him going on his own like that?” You take the last bites of your food.
You really didn’t want to talk with Ben just yet, but you’ve grown attached to Tucker in the past couple of hours.
“Oh, yeah. He knows these woods. I own all of this land, so we visit here in between our travels.” He takes a bite of his fries.
“You don’t need to worry about him out here. He knows when to come back.” He crumbles his bag, taking your trash and the toy from you.
He unwraps the toy, throwing away the plastic with the bags. He holds it out for you to take. After a few seconds pass by, and you don’t take it, Ben asks you, “What? You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that. I’m not a kid, I don’t play with toys.” You move your body, facing a different direction, already sick of the conversation.
“Sure, bud. You can have that tough act for now, but it’s not going to last long.” He puts the toy on the counter, leaving it there for you. You see it out of the corner of your vision, he placed it where its inviting and friendly face is pointing at you.
Irritation builds up in you, “So what is this all for? So that you can treat me like a kid?” You question him.
“Pretty much. But it’s so much more, too.” His voice softens slightly. “I never had a kid before. I never felt like I would have that connection with someone. But when you told me you lost your friends and needed help. Something clicked in me. It was like a switch went off, and I started to see you as my own. You needed my help, and I was going to be there for you.”
He runs his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Anyways, when you didn’t feel the same way in trusting me…Feeling safe enough to get inside the van with me. It scared me. So I had to take you with me so I could get you to understand. I’m doing all of this for us, don’t you understand now? I didn’t want to scare you, I just want to care for you.” He looks at you now, patiently waiting for your response.
As you process everything, you are speechless. You still don’t exactly understand what he means, but you have more answers than before. You don’t want to show your emotions about being here with him, but they bleed out of you, showing their true colors.
“Oh, bud. I’m sorry, it’s okay!” He comes closer to you, sitting by you now. “I promise it will be fine. You'll be happy here with Dad and Tucker. We’ll stay here for some time while you get used to everything.”
He wipes the tears that fall down your cheeks. “Then, after you are used to everything, we’ll travel anywhere you want. We’ll all be happy together.”
You push him away from you. “Please, just leave me alone.”
“I’ll give you some space, but I can’t leave you alone forever. I’ll check up on you soon. I’ll be outside if you need anything.” His voice is sad now. As he leaves the van, he lightly shuts the doors behind him.
It’s been a couple of days since Ben took you from the beach. You’ve learned that the land Ben parked on is surrounded by dense woods. You tried to make an escape attempt, running through the woods as fast as you could.
Tucker was the first one to find you. As soon as he found you, he started barking. He trailed after you as you tried to get away from him. Ben followed the noise through the woods, jumping in the middle of the path you were taking.
“You cannot do that again.” He holds you still. “The woods can be dangerous. You never know what can be out there.”
“I’m fine. Let me go.” You protest, trying to get out of his grip.
“No, I’m not doing that. You are going back to the van. Then you will apologize to me.” He doesn’t even wait for your response. He drags you back in the direction of the van.
You try to get your footing, but his strides are longer than yours. “I can walk, you know that, right?”
He pauses, Tucker passes both of you, going back to the van too. “Will you actually walk and not run?”
“Yes, I will.” You huff, waiting for him to let go of you. His grip lessens, but he doesn’t let you go just yet.
“Call me Dad, and I’ll let you go.” You roll your eyes. He’s been trying to get you to call him Dad, but you’ve yet to.
“Let me pick out any movie I want, not just kids’ movies.” You bargain with him. He’s been allowing him to use the TV, but only letting you watch kids’ stuff.
“How about this, you call me Dad, and I let you play games.”
The new deal sounds sweeter than the one you wanted. “Deal.” He looks at you, one of his eyebrows raised.
“Can you let me go now, Dad?” His hands leave you, only to pull your head closer to him. He kisses your hair, letting you go afterwards.
“You still have to apologize to me, but you can do that later. Let’s just forget it for now. You’ll go play games, and I’ll make us some dinner.”
Sure enough, back at the van, he sets you up an account on his console. Scrolling through the games you have access to, you realize they are all for kids. You should have expected this. Either way, you are happy to have something else to do, other than the toys and coloring books he got out for you.
“Dinner will be done soon, bud. Get off the games and come out here.” Ben tells you, hidden, past the doors.
You do as he says, saving your game and shutting off the console. Leaving the van, you sit at the table and chairs set up outside.
“Eat up, bud.” He puts a colorful plate in front of you, everything cut up into bite-sized pieces. He sits opposite you, eating from his own plate.
He lets you eat a couple of bites before he asks you, “Isn’t there anything you need to tell me?”
Wanting to get this conversation over with, you blurt out, “I’m sorry, Dad.”
“And?”
“I’m sorry that I tried to run away, Dad.” You don’t know what he’s expecting you to say other than that.
“Promise me that you won’t do it again.” He takes a bite.
“I promise that it won’t happen again.”
He smiles at you, happy with how you’ve been acting. “Good job, kid. Let's finish this food, then we can play some games together.”
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