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[godsedgiestboy]

yandere Travis Bickle headcanons

'ello, long time no see, my apologies for that. remember last work when i mentioned i haven't got the balls to write about characters that aren't mine? well, i'm working on that. there probably is heavy mischaracteriation, so yeh, sorry.

•Travis already had yandere-ish traits from the begginig, they only needed one perfect vessel to be depositated into. Unfotunatly, said vessel was you.

•He already saw you as something pure amongst the pile of rubbish that was New York City, however, this perception became more intense the more time he spent with you.

•You see, the thing with you was the fact that you weren't running.

•Which was not expected, after he slowly started to express his beliefs and overall hatred for contemporary society. When he turned around after monologing about how "a rain should clean up the streets", after taking you on a date at the porn cinema as if that was the most romantic thing any creature could do, and you were still by his side.

•He knew in that moment he couldn't let you leave.

•There's one ounce of self awareness in that cranium of his still, sometimes he wonders if there was something off limits for the both of you, and if there was, what could it be?

•Following you every day to whenever you went? Purposefully shooing away creeps full of filth that dared to breath the same air as you? The photos of you he kept on his cab's visor?

•Would the second bed he started to set up besides his be your sign to never look back?

•If it is, worry not. That's just a silly project of his to keep his mind busy when he cannot reach for you because you need some rest after a shitty day. If there's one thing Travis Bickle values, is rest, since most of the time he can't get it himself.

•That's exactly what makes you so precious, when he's around you, is the closest thing to sleep he has gotten in months.

•And that's also why he likes to see you sleep, only when there's no lousy neighboors that would make an escandal at the sight of not the sanest looking man staring at with what could be confused as a murderous gaze.

•They couldn't be more wrong, he wasn't staring with the intention to take the light of your eyes. he was staring like a man in love. At the least the closest thing his heart could feel to that concept.

•Despite the previously mentioned bed, he has no plan to kidnap you yet, even if the idea seems the most tempting every day that passes. There's nothing better than knowing exactly where you are, safe, with him.

•Ironically enough, this need to protect you has brought some good changes in his life. Anyone would've thought it was to keep a better appearence in front of you, and they wouldn't be exactly drawing the wrong conclusions.

•He started eating healthier, working out, even tidying his five square meters of a place. All of this, however, was only to protect you more efficiently, to be a bigger obstacle between the corrupt world out there and your innocent self.

•Sometimes he likes to brag about those changes, even if deep down he knew they were only done for your sake. The second you turned your back to him, he would retreat to his old habits like a wounded animal.

•Though, it's not like you can do that either ways, Travis still fears that day might come. The fantasies of just taking you once and for all just become unbearable at one point, and he wants to give himself a kick on the face.

•Of course the only good thing in his life had to turn into a haunting need to control and nurse, he didn't mind the control and nursing, he minded that it was staining those glorious moments by your side with opressive fear.

•Kidnap is still off the table, he's still afraid to show you the depths of his mind to full extent. But, if he was honest with himself,

•He didn't know how long it would be until he stops caring and takes you, wrether the world likes it or not

•Because the world doesn't matter, Travis has been rooting for it's downfall anyways. Only whatever you both had, only how you made him feel, only your brightnesss.

•Only you.

[godsedgiestboy]

yandere telepath

i got the idea from watching Scanners, this means the yandere's telepathy works pretty much like the one of the movie. i wanted to write yandere Cameron Vale headcanons but i don't got the balls to write about any character that isn't original, so, i am sorry. still, enjoy.

Yandere!Telepath, whose hiding was his second nature. Due to his condition, he had voices constantly fluttering inside his cranium to the point he could barely hear himself through layers and layers of information he couldn't quite process.

Since he was a child, he knew thing wouldn't be easy for him, that ended up being an understatement.

Fired from three different jobs, all because he "had his head on the moon" to avoid saying he was thought to be slacking off. If anyone knew what being in his head was like, they would realize how lucky the world was he haven't decided to pop heads off like a maniac, yet.

There were times the idea was more tempting than anything, where he wondered what it would be like to just make the world kneel before him since he was technically the next evolutionary step. Still, most of the time he kept by himself in a boring office job where numbers were his only companion. Numbers were nice, numbers didn't think about having sex with their spouses while talking to him talking to him.

Yes, that happened at least twice in his whole life, but that's off the point.

You, who arrived at the office as the intern who picked up coffee and cheap donuts only to be paid... let's npt talk about your pay.

The first time you ran into eachother was when someone of his team was celebrating their birthday, you were cutting the cake and serving everyone a piece like a good intern. It wasn't until you noticed there were twelve cubicules and eleven atendees. As far as you know, no one clocked early neither missed work, logically, you started to wander arond for the missing person because everyone had to taste the cake you almost threw over some kid's head on the way here.

Yandere!Telepath, who hated crowds with every fiber of his being. Alright, hate was a strong word, but so was the noise that drowned him whenever he talked to mote than two people at once. Even only one was a challenge.

During this events, he would hide either on the bathroom or janitor's closet, waiting for everyone to go back to their seat, where he didn't have to listen to them, not even acknowledge their existence, where he could treat them as if they were just another document he only had to read once.

By the time he heard your footsteps getting closer to the closet, he could only face his destiny as being seen like a weirdo hiding from social interactions. It wasn't as if this was the first time anyways.

When you finally opened the door, you were greeted by the image of him sat on the floor while holding his head in both hands, bracing for the fierce critique that always followed this moments, no matter the context. And yet, that critique never arrived. there was another living being in the same space as him but no noice at all.

"You know the party is out there, right?" You asked while smiling down at him, his only response was to stare at you with a gaze anyone else would confuse as murderous. You gulped. "...I just wanted to bring you some cake."

The paper plate was offered, to which he took it reluctantly. He had a small bite with the plastic spoon you were so kind to give as well, and suddebly that was the best cake he ever had.

Soon, the problems came again when you turned on your feet to leave the closet, silly you thought this was over when you said so.

His gaze locked intently to the back of your neck, burning holes through yout flesh pretty much literally. Your nerves reacted to his action, sending pain signals as if you were burning alive while nothing ever happened in the first place.

Predictablly, you fell on your knees due to the sheer pain you neck was experiencing, soemthing you never thought possible to be felt while he was taking a munch of that delighting cake.

Once the pain stopped and you were finally able to move properly, he was already standing in front of you, almost imposing while havinf frosting form a small moustache on his upper lip. He cleared his throat before mumbling a quick "You alright?"

Yandere!Telepath, who now, for the first time in his life, was actually trying to read someone's mind. But, lucky him, the only person he had any real ineterest in seemed to be incripted in a language he couldn't recognize nor understand.

Sure, he could control it, make it hallucinate, even manipulate it, but he couldn't read your mind, the thing that mattered the most, the only thing that mattered at all.

Yandere!Telepath, who took every chance of the day to just watch you and try to get into your psyche once and for all. Yet nothing worked, not staring, not touching, not even watching you in your sleep. He only did that because while sleeping any protection you might've put on yourself woudn't work, only for that reason of course, nothing else.

But it's alright, he knows you're not doing it on purpose, he even enjoyed this intelectual challenge. Though, he had to admit, he was eager to finally break you.

And once he did, he would read and cheerish your mind like the finest piece of literature ever written.

[godsedgiestboy]

yandere singer

firstly, isn't it funny that all the yanderes i've written up until now end in "er"? secondly, i don't really like this one shot, i might even say it's the worst one i did yet, keep that in mind, please. thirdly, more of the same, do not take this seriously and thank you for reading my work.

Yandere!Singer, who is an underground rising star. Only published two albums and yet both were extremely praised, not exatcly a hit outside his nieche of indie music, but still quite big for someone new in the industry.

The growing fame wasn't exactly what kept him going, there were days he wished he never gained this much attention, he knew it could be worse, that didn't make any of it easier. He didn't have a manager yet, much less a record label, that made it both easier and harder to deal with the weight of his own career.

One day, he was asked to perform in a festival as a guest star, he didn't want to. It was easy to say the thing he hated the most of his new life were the concerts, it didn't matter wrether they were just small gigs or a whole presentation, he despised them. The feeling of being watched, of his songs, pieces of his soul, being shamelessly consumed without a second thought made his bones twitch.

And yet, there wasn't much he could do, it was either this or an interview for a gossip magazine to justify himself from delaying his nect single. He just didn't have the emotional state or patience to publish more things, this could at least buy him more time.

Catastrophic wasn't the word to describe his performance, everyone in the public thought it was pretty decent, not him. Hie wasn't qquite there, you see, he was thinking about the single, about the next show, even about how his stomach roared since the only thing it had entered his body were cookies and five liters of water.

Once he made it to the backstage he just threw himself to the closest chair, not caring if any of the others artist present saw him in that state. The music from the next band was white noise to him, it wasn't until he lifted his arm from his eyes when he could clatch a glimpse of the person under the spotlight.

You.

Yandere!Singer, who now watched attentively your act, not adverting his gaze for even a second, and maybe not blinking at all judging by the way his eyes stung now. Was it really due to not blinking? Or was it because tears build up in his eyes?

He refused to answer.

When you walked to the backstage, directly at him without even noticing, he inmedialty tried to put himself in an appropiate sitting position instead of lying like a leech. He made the best mistake of his life when you passed in front of him and made eye contact for a split second.

Now he was really screwed over. He tried to speak up, instead he just stayed still with his mouth wide open like a fool. And, because he was apparently the luckiest person that has ever existed, you didn't think of him as a weirdo.

You tried to make a small chat with him, but during the whole time he just nodded and looked down at his feet like a flustered pup. It wasn't until you offered him to grab something to eat, due to how pale he looked, when he dignified himself to answer.

It wasn't exactly a feasr, it was quite a cheap dinner actually, but it still meant the world for him. He finished his food sooner than you, so most of the time he just stared as you tried to eat, he thought the mivement of your teeth inside your cheeks was mesmerizing.

Despite his reluctance, you both had to leave to your respective places. His mind was so far gone he forgot to ask for your number or any thing that could help him keep in contact with you. He realized tnis far too late, in his dim apartement all by himself.

Yandere!Singer, who all of the sudden had inspiration to write the new single, to compose double the songs he had already written, as long as every single one of them was centered around you. No one noticed it at first, every artist made a song about how stupidly in love they were eventually, this made him all more confident into making all of his public persona revolve aorund the thought of you.

The new pieces had surprising success, enough for him to recieve more deal proposals with different labels to make him "be the next big thing". In all honesty, he only signed with the one you were working for.

Yandere!Singer, who planned for weeks how to reach for you and ask for a collab between the two of you.

Yandere!Singer, who has all sorts of projects ready for you to be involved with, specially the one that is named after you, he really hoped you didn't put two and two together and realize his feelings for you.

Yandere!Singer, who wanted to confess under a cloudy sunset that made everything look pink and orange... with an engagement ring!

But worry not, you still have one full week to know him further, since he already knows enough to be sure you're the love of his life.

[godsedgiestboy]

yandere hacker

just like before, this work is satirical, all of my works from now on might as well be at this point. this is obvious but i will clarify nonetheless, i know nothing about programming, this is all for the shites and giggles, i apologize if i get everything wrong.

Yandere!Hacker, who was doing something dumb like discussing wrether the new entry of the videogame franchise he was currently fixated on held up to the standars of it's predecessors. it absolutely didn't, in his opinion.

Just when the "debate" was getting heated up, meaning he was threatening to leak the other person's adress, someone joined the thread that started this whole circus and typed in the chat.

"We've been recieving bad entries for years now, seems you're too blinded by nostalgia to realize that."

First of all, who the hell did you think you were? The second he saw your comment he stopped kicking the dead horse of opponent he had, methaphorically, to start kicking you instead. You two fought like rabid dogs, or at least that was hoe he liked to see it, for anyone else, he was a brat screaming to a wall.

Second, why did that made him want to keep the conversation alive? He went as far as to search from which country you were from only to type an ultra specific slur to keep you hooked. That was a low move, he knew it.

But he couldn't let you go.

And when you were finally done with his ridiculous tactics to keep you from looking away from the screen and turned off your laptop for good, he wanted to throw his monitor out the window once the little light that indicated you were online went off.

He didn't waste a second, though, as soon as he managed to compose himself he was already tracking you down further than just the name of the geographic barriers that had you locked. Neither did he think twice about why he was doing this in the first place, the answer was already clear as water.

Truth was: you meant something for him. Lashing out at strangers who thought different than him was one thing, his favourite full time job with no pay judging by how passionate he was about it, but you didn't return the bite, you just sat there, saw the venom dripping from the pixels that comformed his replies, and didn't even flich.

You definently weren't just an average folk who ignored internet toxicity like any decent human being would do, you must be some kind of deity. At least that was the only explanation that didn't put him or the world he surrouded himself by in evidence.

Eventually, he found everything a computer could collect. Family information, old accounts, current accounts, you mention it, he has it all.

Yandere!Hacker, who was now talking to you from ten different fake profiles to know more about you, things he couldn't just find in a long forgotten opinion forum.

That was the real challenge, you see, he was quite literally in the other side of the world, in some corner of eastern europe where heaven didn't exist and during winter most things unter one metter tall got buried in snow. To add more difficulty to this, english was his third language and he also learned it just because a native speaker he was fighting with laughed at the fact he was using a translator to communicate.

So, now he had to learn past his crude english so you won't find a speaking pattern with all those accounts, he also had to learn expressions and every day things about the countries he was allegedly from.

Those weeks were pure torture, filled to the brim with investigation and taking notes and memorizing every single fact you and himself mentioned. Sally was the gal from Canada who loved painting but was too shy to show her work, Franco was the guy from Uruguay who was busy with work but still made space for you, Akira was the guy from Japan who wanted to open a flower shop and told you fun facts about them every given chance.

Keep in mind that was only a quick look at what he was doing, now imagine how it was to manage that and another seven personalitites who talked to you almost daily. Eventually, his proyect worked wonderfully, he was now sure he knew far more about you than yourself. In his mind, it was all worth it, this was only a little bit of effort he had to put to approach you, he has to take your kind's clothing (regular people) to train himself into knowing exactly how to have a chat with you without looking like a creep like the first time.

So slowly, your online friends started dissapearing in the spam of some weeks. This was a deliberate move from his part to make you feel isolated and even unlovable. Why else would so many people kick you out of their lives as if you were nothing?

Yandere!Hacker, who sends you a private message related to your interests while having a whole script ready in the other tab of his PC. Who behaved like a normal person for once, made you genuinly laugh, and obviously took advantage of the fact that you were lonely. Whose plan worked.

Yandere!Hacker, who swears for everything dear that he won't go back to that life of meaningless discussions and insults thrown without anyone understanding it's severity.

Yandere!Hacker, who swears for you that he will behave, for you.

[godsedgiestboy]

yandere chashier

this work is purely satirical, this is obvious by the mere concept, the way i describe the job and the yandere himself, i am only clarifying this just because. also. this is my first one shot so to speak, so i apologize beforehand for the whole naivity of it.

Yandere!Cashier, whose shift was a living hell every single second the day he met you. Not because of you, of course, the thing was the supermarket he worked at just now decided to have a big sell out, every price tag was now half it's original value, that meant he had twice the workload he had the last two weeks.

His feet hurt, he was thirsty, and he knew the only thing waiting for him back home was a crappy apartment and college work he had beeen posposing for days now, he was failing most classes, his family was pissed off at him for this, and he swore nothing could make his world greyer.

Maybe for the first time in a long time, he was right about something, nothing made his day greyer from there on on because You appeared.

You, who only stepped in to buy a drink and some chips, still walked through the sea of people and managed to make it to his cash register after recieving and giving some shoves since apparently no one there had enough manners not to be slow or running over everyone on their way.

He caught a look of you by the corner of his eye but didn't put much thought into you. Sure, you were stunning, but the ache in his mind was numbing enough for him to act like a robot in a desperate way to try and cope with everything that was going on in his life.

Both your products were scanned, he called the price, you gave exact change, and you did something unthinkable, a concept he could't even phantom.

You smiled.

Then you said "Have a good day".

His heart flipped, fluttered, every single thing hearts do in a romantic novel every time two soulmates breath the same air as eachother. For a couple of seconds, the most glorious seconds of his whole life, you two just made uninterrumpted eye contact. Much to his dread, there was still a whole line of people trying to buy groceries behind you, so you had to leave.

Yandere!Cashier, who the rest of his shift looked dreamly at the void. Yearning for your face to be the one every client wore, for your voice to be the sound every person ever uttered, for your smell to be the only scent filling his nose strills for the rest of his life.

It didn't matter if the next client was someone carrying a baby screeching at the top of their lungs, or a kid with sticky hands that smelled like sugar and mud, or a teenager trying to buy cigarettes and alcohol with a fake driver license. He couldn't care less about any of them.

Every single one of his braincells was replaying your interaction over and over again.

He almost felt sad he had to clock off, he would no longer be in the same space you existed some hours ago. Definently the worst tragedy he ever lived. Still, he wasn't complaining. By pure instinct his feet guided him to the nearest bus stop so he could go home once and for all. That was were the real tragedy happened.

You, waiting for your bus at the same stop as him.

He wanted to scream, to jump, to bawl his eyes out, to pull you in his arms and never let you go, to kiss you stupid... or did he wanted you to kiss him stupid?

Both, both were fine by him.

But he didn't have the courage to get closer to you than two meters of distance, so, he did the logical thing, he stood stiff as a soldier while waiting for the bus with you. His mind was running like a freightened rabbit, not a cheetah, a rabbit. He felt like a prey right now as if any words that left those kissable lips of yours could destroy and rebuilt him right.

Before his mind could get any wilder, the bus arrived. You stepped in first since he was now wondering how he would survive a whole ride with you so close yet so far. When he was finally in, the image of only one free seat welcomed him first.

He wanted to be gentleman to try and give a good first impression, he did not expect you to simply grab a pole and look through the window as if the idea of you sitting instead of him didn't even cross your mind. Then you noticed him staring like a fool because seats were usually given to pregnant women or the elderly, not to soon to be drop outs with sore legs.

And you said something devastating again, that was becoming usual.

"Take it, I don't mind."

God, couldn't you be more perfect? What was next? Having a coversation with him? Show your beautiful smile? Adressing him as an actual human being?

The bus was alredy moving forward before he could protest, so he obligued and took a seat. A sigh of relief almost left his mouth, almost because he was too concentrated on you to think about anything else.

His stop was ignored, he was planning on finding out where you were heading even if that meant taking a taxi he clearly couldn't afford without skipping a meal, but it wa fine, he didn't mind.

He would do anything for you.

Yandere!Cashier, who followed you home without you even noticing, who memorized your adress, who the whole ride to is actual place was planning a way to ran into you again. Not even to ask you out, just to be able to see you, to smell you, to have you close.

Yandere!Cashier, who is currently at work again, daydreaming about you again, unaware you were about to commit an action that was about to change both of you forever.

You, who step inside tha supermarket fot a drink and chips, again.