♱ 𝖣𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 Travis Bickle 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾…
✞˚. ᵎᵎ 𝖲𝖥𝖶！ 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗌 𝖡𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ✞˚. ᵎᵎ
♱ He doesn't know how to be a boyfriend, but he wants to. Travis approaches the relationship like a mission. He’s rigid at first — awkward, unsure, hyper-aware of every move you make. But underneath the stiffness is a desperate hope that maybe this time, someone might stay.
♱ The world is loud, dirty, and wrong to him — but you? You’re clean, bright. His ideal. His light. He often stares at you like he can’t believe you're real.
♱ He has no idea how to flirt; instead of sweet talk, he’ll offer you protein bars, ask if your fire escape is secure, or offer to fix your door lock. It’s all so earnest, so awkward, it’s endearing in a weird, Travis way.
♱ He fixates. He memorizes your routines, the way you laugh, the sound of your footsteps. He notices the tiniest things — a different nail color, a new bruise, a missed meal — and it eats at him. Not out of control, but because he feels things too hard.
♱ Early on, even casual affection makes him tense. He stiffens when you hug him. His breathing changes when you touch his arm. But with time — especially if you're gentle — he melts. He’ll sit still for hours if you play with his hair.
♱ He's incredibly protective — to a fault. He walks you home, even if you didn’t ask. He watches from across the street. He doesn’t trust anyone near you. It’s not about ownership — it’s fear. He thinks the world will ruin you like it ruined him.
♱ He writes about you in that same cold, clinical tone he uses for the city. But between the lines, it's painfully obvious: you're the only beautiful thing he's ever known.
♱ There are nights where he can’t sleep, where the noise in his head is too much. He might clean the apartment obsessively, or just sit by the window all night. When he trusts you enough, he'll let you sit beside him — your presence calming him in ways he can’t articulate.
♱ You can tell him you love him, need him, want him — but some part of Travis will always believe he’s broken. That he’s too far gone to deserve kindness. Your affection confuses him as much as it heals him.
♱ Travis clings to your praise, he doesn’t ask for it, but when you call him “good,” or say “you make me feel safe,” his ears go pink and he gets quiet. He holds onto those words for days. They carry him through the noise.
♱ He keeps his guns and tools obsessively clean, but lets dishes pile up and has an old mattress on the floor with no sheets. He doesn’t think it’s a big deal until you start cleaning and making things cozy — which confuses and deeply touches him.
♱ He’ll bring home bulk bags of canned peaches, protein bars, or soap. Not romantic. Not fun. Just practical. When you laugh and ask why, he just shrugs and says, “You never know.”
♱ He’s trained himself to sleep lightly from years of paranoia, but with you in the apartment, something in him softens. You’ll wake up in the middle of the night to find him just watching you sleep, expression unreadable.
♱ Travis doesn’t understand “lazy time,” he doesn’t really relax. Sitting on the couch watching a movie makes him jittery. But if you pull him into your lap or lie across his chest, he’ll go strangely still — like he’s waiting for the moment to end, but also secretly wants it to last forever.
♱ He has no idea how to cook, but insists on trying. He’ll serve you something awful like plain boiled eggs and black coffee and stand there beaming, waiting for your approval. If you praise him, he’ll make it every day for a week like a proud, weird little robot.
♱ He journals about domestic life like it’s a surveillance report. You’ll find notes like:
“8:42 a.m. — she smiled when I gave her tea. 9:06 — she left lipstick on the mug.” It’s not creepy to him — it’s just how he understands connection. Documentation equals care.
♱ Travis stares too much, like... too much. He doesn’t realize it’s odd. You’ll be brushing your teeth, folding laundry, or walking around in his oversized shirt, and he’ll just stand in the doorway, watching you like you're a dream or a warning.
♱ He brings home “gifts” that are not normal. A rusty switchblade. A fire extinguisher. A single glove he found and thought was “your style.” He doesn’t understand why you laugh — but when you keep the gift anyway, he’s secretly glowing.
♱ Absolutely hates you going out alone. He won’t forbid it — but he’ll ask where you’re going, who you’re with, what time you’ll be back. If you’re out past dark, he might go driving nearby just to “make sure.” He tells himself it’s just in case you need him. He doesn’t know how to not worry.
♱ He’s never had anything soft — so your softness undoes him. Whether it’s you wearing his shirt and humming while you clean, or wrapping your arms around him after a long shift, he just... stands there like he doesn’t know what to do with it. But he does — eventually — melt into it. Quietly. Completely.
♱ Date wise he’s extremely awkward - sometimes he’ll buy a ticket to see a romance movie and discreetly take notes on how the lead hero wowed the heroine - (here’s some little date headcannons to cuz why not lol)
♱ A late-night diner date
Travis insists on sitting in the back booth where he can see every entrance and exit. He orders black coffee and a plain sandwich, but tells you to “get whatever you want, really — anything,” like he’s treating you to a five-star meal. You catch him staring, not at your body, but at the way you stir your drink or chew your lip while thinking. He doesn't say much unless prompted, but when you touch his hand across the table, he looks like he’s just been handed something holy.
He chooses a movie without checking what it is — just what’s playing nearest and latest. If it’s violent or strange, he’ll watch intently while occasionally glancing over to see your reaction. If it’s romantic, he’s stiff and red-eared the whole time. He doesn’t get why you laugh at the previews or cry at the ending — but he remembers everything you say. If you cuddle into his shoulder during the movie, he gets so still it’s like he’s afraid to move and ruin it.
♱ A museum or gallery visit
He’s quiet the whole time, reading plaques too slowly and staring way too long at certain pieces. You catch him watching you instead of the art. When you tease him, he mutters something like, “You look better than this crap.” He doesn’t fully understand abstract art but nods seriously every time you explain what a piece means to you. Buys you a crumpled postcard from the gift shop like it’s precious.
♱ Walking around the city
He insists on walking on the side closest to the street, eyeing every man who looks at you. Doesn’t hold hands unless you initiate — and when you do, he blushes, grips too hard, and relaxes after a minute. Points out places that are “bad,” places he doesn’t like you near. He keeps his hand on your back in crowds. He tries to seem calm, but the city stresses him out. If you stop for a snack and share it with him, he softens.
♱ A picnic in a quiet spot
Travis shows up with hard-boiled eggs, peanuts, and black coffee. You laugh, and he looks confused but happy. He doesn’t sit on the blanket — he squats like he’s still on alert. Eventually, you tug him down, and he gets tense until your head’s in his lap, and then he’s quiet and still. He watches the sky a lot and asks you strange questions like “You ever wish you were somewhere else? Like really far?” He lets you feed him berries, and it's one of the rare times he smiles without thinking about it.
♱ A date to a hardware or army surplus store
You tag along thinking it’s a quick errand, but he treats your presence like a special occasion. He explains how everything works like a little kid showing off his toy box. You make jokes about turning it into a “tactical date,” and he just… quietly nods, weirdly touched. He buys you something like a pocket knife or tactical flashlight and says, “Just in case you ever need it.”
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