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Truck Driver Kirishima

Tw// yandere, delusional behavior, kidnapping, running away from home, pet names 'pudding, sweetheart, sweet thing, pretty' age gap reader is 20 and Kiri is 40, stalking but it's light, hitchhiking, he forcefully sprains the readers ankle, mentions of animals that jump in front of trucks and cleaning them off. Brief mention of knife and drugging.

Its gender-neutral reader other than Kirishima and the pet names. No smut and there was a bit of fluff. I also switched POV's between the two of them. No beta reader

He's country ish, I couldn't think of where to put the accent but it's in there. It's 1932 words! Hope you enjoy >.<

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Kirishima knew the road.

How it stretched for miles and miles and miles. The curves of the dirt road and those of the gray cement.

He knew what animals to look for and how to clean their dark red and brown smashed bodies off his truck when they inevitably jumped into the road.

It never bothered him.

Cause he knew the road.

But a pretty thing like you didn't know the road. You didn't even know where the nearest town was.

You didn't know the dangers of open roads with no one to help you.

If you knew the dangers you would know to stay well enough away from men like him.

Men who stopped their trucks for pretty things like you.

Men who offered you a ride to wherever your sweet little heart desired.

Men who never complained when you put on those high-pitched trashy pop songs about nothing, maybe they would even sing along.

Men who got you motel rooms and bought ya anything you might need.

And with all those innocent things you'd never know of how much they wanted you. How bad they wanted to kiss your delicate lips and feel a soft smile form.

How they imagined a future together. How they'd sweep you away from all your worries and that bothersome family. How they'd hold ya when ya cried.

Regardless of whether you wanted to or not.

But they'd hope you would learn to want it as badly as they do.

Kirishima knew better than to set you off, especially when he wanted this to work out so bad. So he'd ask about how long you'll stay with him and you'd give a date and then that date would pass. And still, you'd smile at him when another day, yet again, passed.

He knew that you had nowhere to go but he played dumb and kept smiling. Letting you get comfortable. And just so carefree.

Noticing the way you'd fall asleep, or let him get your drinks. If you had any worries in that pretty head of yours you'd wonder if he was drugging it.

Noticing how you also stopped carrying that knife in your pocket after you 'lost' it at a rest stop. You just didn't need to buy another one.

You were just so safe with him.

Until you weren't.

Until he stopped telling you where you were or where you were going. You'd wake up in another place and he'd dodge your questions. You couldn't tell if he was just playing around or worse.

Sometimes your skin bumped up and you felt your stomach cramped when he looked at you. Your grandma always said ‘the body warns us of bad energies’. But, that couldn't be Kirishima, could it?

You took it as a warning and started to see him. The parts that felt safe at first now were a bit concerning.

Like the way he never let you out of his sight, he made sure you always did everything together.

He claimed it was in the name of protection but it felt invasive. He was always there.

Always right there.

You decided to call home one day but as soon as you left the portapotty, there he was. Waiting for you, stretching to his full height of 6'5 to look down and ask you in that rustic, country voice if you were ready to leave with him.

You never got that chance to call.

That nagging feeling never quite went away and you never stopped watching him. He always seemed so carefree but something dark and unsettling about him.

You decided to stop sleeping in the truck.

Well tried.

It was impossible with all that sunlight beating on you and with nothing else to do. The conversation wasn't carrying anymore and all your favorite songs ran their course. Now you listened to whatever old country song he put on the radio and sang to.

Other than the sleep you also watched him, with a glance at golden skin poking out of his collar. Or the dark roots that led to vibrant red hair that slightly fell off his shoulders, most of the time he wore some worn down red cap on his head. ‘It protected my eyes’ was all he said about it.

He had veins and dark black hair that traveled across his thick forearms. Your eyes traveled up to his biceps and how his clothes were stretched to make space for them, the way they seemed to tighten and relax at a moment's notice whenever there was traffic.

You didn't notice it before, too busy focusing on how your heart raced at the fact that you were away from your demanding and boring home. You didn't take him in at all. He was just another minor character in your life. Only there to take you wherever there was a need to go, but now you saw him.

Something finally clicked in your head and before you noticed that nagging feeling managed to creep its way into your stomach.

You were in a truck with a random man with no idea where you were going.

How many miles from home were you?

How long has it been? After a while, you stopped counting and you lost your phone at some pit stop and you couldn't afford another.

Why did he pick you up?

This question burned on your tongue and you almost asked, you desperately wanted to ask.

But you could feel it, his eyes fixed on you.

You stopped at some random rest stop because Kirishima had to switch out the trucks, you didn't know what for. Didn’t bother asking.

He left the truck and you decided it was finally the end of your traveling together.

You walked to the opposite end of the truck stop and asked an assistant for the nearest bus stop and walked there.

You decided to leave for home at 4 A.M. that morning. After 2 months of nothing but the road, you were finally headed home.

It was a 3 days ride till you hit your hometown and then you would finally be away from him.

The walk was long and your feet hurt when you sat down on the wet bench. You wore your jacket like a shield as you shivered in the cold night's air. Maybe this life just wasn’t meant for you. It’s enjoyable but nothing compared to the familiarity of home. You knew everyone there and all their intentions, you didn’t know anyone out here. You wish that you hadn't run away.

Bright white lights burned your eyes and you looked away. The bus was here.

At least that's what you hoped.

A door slammed shut and feet whisked their way to you.

"Now, why are ya out here shaking like a leaf, hmm?" Your eyes snapped to the voice and there he was. He looked genuine and soft. A toothpick sat in the corner of his mouth and his arms hung in his jeans. He waited for an answer.

"I don't want to ride with you anymore" you replied, peeling yourself off the bench trying to have some semblance of confidence.

He stepped forward and you stepped back hitting the underside of your knee on the cold metal.

"I've done nothing but be kind to you, this is what's wrong with you minxes" he stepped forward and straightened his back. He was ready if you wanted to run, a matter of fact he preferred him a little chase.

"I've fed you, housed you, and clothed you and I ask for nothing but now that you're bored you think you can just up and leave me," he rubbed his head and pressed on, "well I'm just not done with you yet, sweetheart".

He slid his hands out of his jeans pocket and spat out the toothpick.

You felt it when his eyes met yours. That evil energy. You spun on your heel and tried to force your legs to move. Just as your legs stretched apart, he grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you towards the ground.

Your body flailed in the air before you felt the hard concrete of the bus stop. Red hot pain shot through your spine and head as you started to sob.

You rolled on your stomach and attempted to move, to run, to just get away but he kicked you right in the back. A cluster of sobs and whimpering left your throat as he pressed his boot down.

"All this bad behavior after I went and got a truck with two nice beds, all the money I spent doesn't mean a doggone thing to you, huh?"

"Well, it don’t matter anyway, I like my sweet things spoiled" he whispered, he knew you heard him by the way your fist closed and your sobs grew in volume.

He couldn't find it in himself to listen to you cry but he knew what had to be done. Once a runner, always a runner, unless he broke that out of you.

But that would require time and that's all you two had. Time.

He removed his boot from your back and walked to your left foot and crouched down. He watched as you tensed up worried he might try something.

But don't you worry that pretty little head a yours he'd never do anything like that without mutual trust and love. He'd wait, it didn't matter how long.

His gaze lingered on your calf and finally settled on your ankle, he grabbed it with his warm hands and sighed. This was going to hurt.

He felt a slight force as you tried to move it away from him but that only made him smile. He loved a fighter but it didn't matter how much you fought, you were still weaker than him.

He thrust your ankle inward until a soft popping sound came. He heard a sharp inhale and then screeching.

You started to thrash around and fight him off but it was no use. You couldn't run or even walk. You were in no condition to run away from him. Finally, you were as helpless as he wanted you. He looked forward to helping you in the following weeks.

He got up and grabbed your body in bridal style and smiled down. You strung out curses and jostled yourself but to no avail, he kept walking completely unbothered.

He carefully placed you in the bed and tied your other ankle to the metal holding bar. The placing a pillow under your sprained ankle.

He gently handed you a blanket which you then threw to the ground.

He picked it up and tried again, this time you tried to claw at his eyes, which was rather unsuccessful. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them down onto the mattress. His hat landed softly on the ground.

“You know I was just being nice when I only sprained your ankle, don’t get confused now pudding, I’ll break both of your pretty wrists if I have to.”

He released you and walked over to the driver's seat, turning on the truck and getting ready to drive 2,000 miles.

He didn’t quite understand why you let it get out of hand like this, now you were boohooing in the back when you could’ve been smiling with him in the front.

That's the problem with sweet things like you, you always rile him up and cry when you don't get the reaction ya wanted.

But, don't worry, he knows the road and there’s no chance of escape this time.

to love you the best I can || miles morales

warning/s: arguing, descriptions of injury, use of unprofessional medical tools.

a/n: there is one sentence in spanish here, I used a lot of posts people made on here about adding spanish to write it. it's literally just four words but it could still be wrong so please let me know so I can change it if ever. ( ˘ ³˘)♥

"You know, if you think about it I'm kind of helping you further your education," Miles joked through a grimace as you cleaned the gash on his chest with nothing more but a freshly laundered shirt and  warm soapy water.

He was laying on his bed with the top of his suit removed, and you were kneeling on the floor at his side. The look you gave him was enough to make him wince more.

"You're not funny Morales," you hissed, your tone juxtaposing the way you wiped the blood off him. The wounds weren't even that deep, there were just so many of them.

And that's what made you almost shake as you worked.

"I'm sorry," is all he can say as he looks at you, dead focused on his chest, your lip between your teeth, and tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

Your worry only became more clear to him as your head snapped up at him.

"Well you should be sorry," you almost growled, dipping the shirt in the now pink water.

"I thought you called me to hangout," you said, shaking the shirt before ringing it out.

'"Not play doctor," you glared at him, resuming your cleaning for emphasis.

"You could have at least told me that you were hurt so I could've brought the right things to help you!" You said, a little too loud this time, gesturing  to the other shirt on his bedside table. 

Beside it was a pair of scissors that you were gonna use to cut it up into makeshift bandages.

"Hey tone it down a bit," he whispered, trying to get up only to be stopped by a sudden jolt of pain before he continued.

"My parents are still asleep."

"Maybe I want them to hear," you tell him, placing your hand on his chest to push him back on the bed gently. 

"At least your mom would actually know what she's doing," you sighed, moving on to the smaller gashes on his stomach that he didn't even know was there.

"Seriously Miles, just because I help at the clinic does not mean I'm medically trained."

"I'm sorry," he said again, hands moving to grasp at the bedsheets. His chest was on fire, for more reasons than one.

"I didn't know who else to call."

"Well if you were gonna call you should've at least told me the real reason why you did," you said through clenched teeth.

"Don't give me that I miss you bullshit."

"I didn't want you to come here worried," he explained, his hand moving to stop your wiping, and inevitably your shaking. That's when you finally looked back up at him.

"Miles," you breathed.

"It's my job to worry about you."

This is when the dam broke. Choked sobs began to escape your lips, and the shaking of your hands moved up to your shoulders.

Miles' eyes began to glaze over at the sight.

"No matter what," you said in between breaths.

"I will always worry, because I love you," your lips quivered as you placed the shirt in the bowl so you could hold Miles's hands in yours completely.

This made his chest tighten.

"So please, if you're hurt like this. Or if anything else happens and you need me, just tell me right away, tell me the truth right away," you practically begged, moving up on your knees so your eyes locked with his honey brown hues.

 "So I can help the best I can," you explained, bringing his hands to your lips, kissing them despite your constant shakes.

His throat began to burn at your actions.

"So I can love you the best I can," you ended, a new round of tears trailing down your cheeks.

"Okay, Miles?"

The room stood silent for a second, and you searched him for confirmation. But all he gave you was a look you've never seen before, and that scared you.

"Miles?" You repeated, the shake in your voice becoming worse.

And he nods, closing his eyes as tears begin to trickle down his cheeks and under his chin. 

Your gaze instantly softened.

"Oh, ligaya," your voice rasped as you gently moved to straddle his waist, avoiding his wounds as you did despite your shaking.

You had dropped his hands and brought yours to his cheeks, wiping away his tears gently with the pads of your thumbs. You tried so desperately to calm yourself down so you could comfort him. 

And he knew that. It only made his cries worse as he tried to look away from you. But you held him firmly, the best you could, placing your forehead on his.

"I'm sorry" you cooed, bringing your fingers to his ears, pinching them gently and rubbing smooth circles behind them. 

"I'm not mad," you whispered.

"I was just scared."

"No, I know," he finally responded, a slight crack to his voice. He moved up to your level, despite your efforts to stop the strain. 

He needed to do this.

"It's okay, I was too," he explained, opening his eyes and now wiping your tears that still spilled down your cheeks despite yourself.

He hated himself for causing them.

"Thank you so much for this," he tells you, even though he knew it wasn't enough. It would never be, but he'd try to make it for you.

"Thank you for being here for me," he took a deep breath, moving back to place a kiss on your nose before placing his forehead back on yours.

"I promise to be more honest with you about the spider stuff," he swore, moving away so he could look you in the eyes.

"I love you, so much," he said, making his voice crack again. 

You gave him a smile that told him it was okay. You were okay. 

You both would be okay.

"Te necesito, mi tesoro," he whispered, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, and he smiled as you placed a gentle kiss on it.

"I don't know what that means," you chuckled, voice still raspy, but now better as you stopped shaking.

"But thank you."

He echoed your chuckle, now placing his cheek on your shoulder, turning to kiss below your ear before he translated his words.

"I need you, my treasure," he whispered, beginning to trail his fingers up and down your spine.

And you hugged him back while still keeping a safe distance between you.

You both stayed there in silence for a while, basking in each other's presence. You breathed in each other's scent and memorised the way your bodies felt curved into one another.

You would have stayed there forever if you didn't still have a job to do.

"Let me finish cleaning you up," you said, pulling away from him.

"I just need to do one final wipe and I'll wrap them up. And I guess I have to stay the night to monitor you," you began to ramble as you transversed through all the medical knowledge you knew.

"You might run a fever and I wanna be here if you do. But hopefully you don't because things can only go downhill from there," your voice has suddenly become panicky, and Miles was quick to calm you down this time. 

"Staying the night," he said with a teasing tone, hand moving down to your waist, squeezing the curve softly.

"Are you flirting with me doctor?" He quirked a playful brow.

"I heard it's wrong to mess around with patients."

"Shut up," you smiled, making his efforts not for naught.

"Don't tell me you don't like my bedside manner," you played along.

"Well actually you could be doing better if I'm being honest."

"Oh please," you rolled your, moving to get off of him, and his hands chased you to pull you back, but you gave him a scalding look as you picked the shirt from the bowl.

"Let me finish this up okay, so you can finally get some rest," you bargained as he began to pout.

"I'll lay next to you of course," you added, making him smile once more.

"Alright babe," he sighed, watching you ring the shirt out for the final time.

"I'm all yours."

And he was, and always will be. 

As he watched you wipe him down with the utmost care, sweat dripping on your brow, and tear streaks on your cheeks, he silently promised you that he'd be better. That he'd treat you the way you deserve. That he'd love you the best he can.

let me know what you think hehe

dumb little cute little kissable cheeks and face WHAT

Me when I go to the riddler’s apartment for the first time

(Dec. 20)

Moon but he's your sleep paralysis demon lmao.

Was thinking about the roommate situation said to occur in late Solar Lunacy, and I feel like Moon would be a super creepy sight to wake up to.

(Solar Lunacy by @bamsara)

Definitivamente estos dos juntos serían lo más adorables ♡ + shitpost

Just me, him, some aphrodisiac and a whole abandoned RDA building all to ourselves 😫😫

Headcanon: Yandere!Ethan Landry

Reader is gn, enjoy.

Masterlist if you want to read my other things.

Content warning: uhhhh gore description? Sex allusions; obsessive and shit. I mean, that's yandere you have to be used to it by now. OOC Ethan ? Manipulative, stalking blah blah blah nothing too crazy for a yandere.

~2000 words (8/05/2023)

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who 'accidentally' run into you at school. He's been following you in the hallways since you arrived to be honest but there is so much students here, you can't notice him in the crowd.

➛"I'm so sorry ! I wasn't looking !" He was, he was staring right at your face when he practically jumped on you. "It's okay, don't worry. I wasn't looking either." And when you two leave each other, what a crazy coincidence that you seem to have forgotten your book ! Wait, you didn't have it in your bag ? Of course silly ! Why would Ethan have it either way ? You're so clumsy ! He'll have to come give it back to you.

➛And suddenly, you see him everywhere. In the library at the same time as you and, oh no ! There is no seat for him ! Wait, is that a free seat ext to you? Maybe you won't mind if he seats here, he gave you back your book after all. He's so nice. Suddenly, he's at the same parties as you. Laughing with you and rating the costumes of people around you. He's in your building to 'drop someone off' and so on. What a coincidence, right ?

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who, to keep you all to himself, always say things like 'No, i'm mostly alone in my free time' to make you pity him into staying by his side. If it don't work, at least you got the idea that he's single and available for you.

➛ Pretty simple things, really. He'll tell you that his last partner left him without warning, that they were manipulating him. That he has difficulty in giving his trust to someone because of them. And now he's scared to love. That it hurt him really bad and of course you're sad for him ! So you're trying to be as nice as possible. You don't need to know that he never had any partner ! He'll eventually tell you that later.

➛Like "You're going to the party tomorrow ?" "I was planning on just staying at home" He didn't. Chad harassed him to come, and he would have if he didn't have the better option of staying with you. "I never really catch people's attention anyway..." He didn't care, it was yours that he wanted. But right now, his goal was to make you sad. For you to have pity of him so you'd stay with him.

So most of the time you try to make him smile by asking him to come to the party with you. Happy, he'll be stuck to your side all night, chasing everyone who'd dare approach. He's tall, he'll stand behind you and glare blankly at everyone without you noticing. He doesn't even need to try to be scary, he's a serial killer, his simple being emits a threatening energy.

➛Or when you ask him what's his plan for the week end and he just goes "Nothing, I don't really have much friends. I'll probably watch movies." with a small, almost ashamed voice. And you don't want to leave your new friend alone. And you think that he's too nice to be left alone so you offer to stay with him and he's on cloud nine !

➛Like "Don't you want a boyfriend sometimes ?" he'd ask. And you're a little surprised but you answer as honestly as possible. And he answer just after you, ignoring a little your answer. He just wanted to say what he needed to. "I'd like a partner. I've never had anyone loving me, that look so nice." He sighs. And while you look somewhere else, he'd give you a longing look. He probably already told Chad you two were together to be honest.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who plays innocent when he litteraly jump on you when you two are watching a scary movie. He's a fucking liar, don't trust him. He litteraly kills people babe... This guy absolutly LOVE horror movie and even the gorest of them all couldn't make him twitch. But with you, he plays the innocent and easily scared nerd.

➛When the murderer suddenly appear on the screen in a loud scream, the boy plunge his head in your neck, putting his hands before his eyes to hide the TV from him. You laugh. "It wasn't that scary, you know ?" He laughs nervously, moving away from you but still sticking to your side. The side of his thigh flat against yours and your arms touching each other's. His cheeks are red and you probably think it's because of his embarassment in jumping of fear but he's just happy to be near you. "If you're so scared we can change." But he dismisses you. Saying that it's okay. After that, he'll hide himself in your body at each loud noises. Smiling when you can't see him, happy with his trickery.

And that little monster takes advantage of the situation until the end. He'll call/text you when you're at home. He'll keep you awake all night, pretending to be scared to sleep, needing to talk to you even if you're in two differents places just to be reassured.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who guilt trap you by crying if you dare be angry at him or accuse him of something. It can be anything but he'll try and gaslight you. He'll cry harder, like a kid, to prevent you to continue talking.

➛After he came to your flat one day, one of your shirt disappeared. You had lend one to him since he got stained. (even if you're not the same size at him, i'm sure you have oversized clothes so it fit him) Without thinking much of it, you asked him about it when you saw him in class. And suddenly, he's looking at you with his big and shiny doe eyes, as if you had insulted him. Because in his head, you did ! "I gave it back to you litteraly two days ago..?" And he seems so sure of himself that you start to question yourself. "Are you sure ?" you ask, though. And Ethan laugh lightly. You doubt, trying to remember the past few days and thinking that, yeah, maybe he gave it back and it just didnt really stuck to you. "Yeah, I'm sure. Why would I steal your shirt anyway ?" But you swear you haven't seen your clothes in a while now.

➛Like, Ethan, your new friend, comes to your flat one day. You're used to it by now. He's sad, terribly sad. Or at least that's what he shows. "You know that person I was talking to ?" Another lie, he never talked to anyone beside you. And he plans on staying like that. But he told you he was slowly trying to forget about 'his ex', that he was trying to come out of his shell. And also he wanted to make you jealous by telling you he was talking to someone. (it didnt work, he was devastated) "They kind of called me a creep" and he laughs nervously, like he's ashamed to tell you that. (he's not) "They didn't like that I was clingy." And you try to be objective. "You know, people except different things in a relation. Maybe you were indeed too much for them but..." And then his eyes water and you feel bad. "Shit. I'm... Are you okay ? I wasn't insulting..." He doesn't want you to finish that. Because he doesn't want to hear you contradict him. So, thinking you said something stupid, you try to comfort him but now that he got you feeling guilty, he'll lock himself in the bathroom while this time, you're the one following him. He'll act like he's embarrassed to cry before you while in reality that shit is his most powerful technique. He'll cry before you every fucking day if he needed to.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who calls you when he's ghostface, playing with you to see your reactions. He's the type to talk about himself (Ethan) to you to see what do you think about him. Yeah, he's fucked up.

➛"Do you like scary movies ?" ask a changed voice. You frown your brow, taking the phone away from your ear to look at it. As if the face of the caller would appear. "Who are you ?" "Answer the question, pretty." "Don't call me that." A silence pass. Ethan didnt know how to contain his feelings. He was so happy to talk to you ! And in his costume, he was so much more confident ! He was able to tell you things he never did ! "I like scary movie. And you ?" you finally respond in a sigh. Ethan decides to skip this part, rushing to what's interest him. "Do you have a boyfriend ?" "Will my answer change the way you act with me ?" "Maybe" "I don't have a boyfriend, or any kind of partner for that matter." The boy on the other side of the phone was trembling in joy. His cheeks were crimson red. "Good".

➛For the umpteenth time this week, the phone ring. "Please leave me alone." you said, still scared by the call; you answered the phone, again, because he once threatened to come get you if you didn't. You wouldn't have been so terrified if he hadn't told you your exact adress, proving you that he was indeed watching. No way you were going to try him. "I was thinking about your little boyfriend recently. Ethan, right ?" "He's not my boyfriend, leave him alone. He did nothing." As much as he despised the way you dismissed your relation with him, Ethan was euphoric to think you were trying to protect him. "He's not, hm ?" He was shaking from joy thanks to this call. "How would you react seeing his dismembered head in your mailbox, hm ? You'd cry ? I bet you'd cry all your pretty tears for him. I'd like that." "Stop..." "Do you think he'd cry seeing your cute little head in his mailbox ?" And he couldn't stop himself. "I'm sure he'd be devastated. He's so fucking pitiful. I'm sure he wants to fuck you but he's too much of a coward to do so, huh ? Would you like being fucked by him ? To fuck that whore ? Tell me, pretty. Should I send you his head ?"

Plus, the best part was when you'd run to him crying and telling him how much you're scared. Then, Ethan could be your knight in shining armor, promising you he'd protect you from your stalker. And it worked ! Strangely, each time you were stuck to him, Ghostface didn't call.

If only you knew.