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Yandere Serial Killer Classmate General Headcanons ⋆˚꩜｡
Repost of the headcanons that I made about the yandere featured in my last post because it got labeled as mature (even though it doesn't breach the content label guidelines imo).
I will write a series at some point about him and reader and crosspost it on Quotev. I also wanna write something else besides this storyline because I have a BUNCH of ideas, both with original characters and with certain fandoms. <3
Word count: 1.8 k
Content Warnings!! None (surprisingly). This post has not been proofread. The reader is gender neutral, whilst the yandere is male.
I do not encourage this kind of behaviour in any way, shape, or form, this is purely a work of fiction.
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⋆˚꩜｡ His name is Archer, but people call him Archie. Even though Archie supposedly means “genuine and bold” in German, he is anything but that. He is quite timid and introverted, despite his superiority complex and slight arrogance. It’s also such an unassuming name for the one dude who has been terrorising your small town.
⋆˚꩜｡ He isn’t too tall, standing at 178 cm (or 5’10 ft), and has a sleeper build. He has dark grey-blue eyes with really dark bags beneath them and white dyed hair in loose layers resembling a wolfcut. He likes to tie it in a half bun when he does something that requires his hair to be out of his face. His natural hair is a cool chocolatey brown colour and is as straight as a pin.
⋆˚꩜｡ He is bisexual demiromantic and doesn’t really have a type. As long as the other person is interesting, treats him kindly and he has grown quite fond of them over an extended period of time, he isn’t too picky.
⋆˚꩜｡ I haven’t mentioned this in my last post, but I like to think both the reader and Archie are juniors. He was born on the 11th of November, making him a Scorpio. He has a Virgo rising.
⋆˚꩜｡ Also, even though the town doesn’t have a defined location (just note that it is quite gloomy, cold and rainy), I see him as a British dude with a very slight stereotypical British accent. He speaks in a lower voice, but it isn’t really deep. It also has a very slight rasp in it. He sounds a lot like Ashton Fox from Fantastic Mr. Fox.
⋆˚꩜｡ He smells pretty clean, mostly like laundry detergent, green apples (he just feels like he smells like apples) and cigarettes. He’s a very clean and kind of a tidy person, but not to the point where everything is organised perfectly. He is the embodiment of organised mess, if you will.
⋆˚꩜｡ Style wise, he is one of those basic slightly alternative guys. Think eyeliner, black waterline, band tees, baggy jeans with designs on them drawn and/or embroidered by himself and heel-bites, black/grey zip-ups, converse and silver, black metal and leather jewelry. He cares a lot about his appearance, but in a careful carelessness messy way, not in a put together way.
⋆˚꩜｡ He has multiple piercings, all of which silver or black metal. He has a hoop on his left lower lip, an eyebrow, 5 on his right ear (an industrial, a helix hoop connected to a lobe with a chain and two more lobes) and 4 on his left (two helix hoops and two lobes). He often changes his jewelry to match his outfits.
⋆˚꩜｡ He’s an intj and if he were in a cabin in Percy Jackson, he would be in Cabin 7. As an Apollo kid, he’d likely have powers related to art, since he doesn’t really strike me as an archer or a healer. He is, however, a deeply creative person, much more than he is calculated.
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⋆˚꩜｡ He’s a super artsy dude. He prefers mixed media and working on canvases, combining different types of paints with pencils, graphite and even clay to create 3D shapes. He also really enjoys using charcoal on tan paper.
⋆˚꩜｡ He prefers creating portraits (especially of you) and semi-realistic dead nature. Everything is symbolic and he could talk for hours about what every little shade and hue and every little object and person represents.
⋆˚꩜｡ He also writes poetry, but he prefers to keep it for himself. He writes about themes of guilt, loneliness, rage, self-hatred and, especially, love, specifically the all-consuming obsessive type. His favourite stylistic figures are metaphors and allegories.
⋆˚꩜｡ He is a very good top of the class student. Not perfect, but really high up there, simply because he refuses to study any subjects that don’t interest him. His favourite subjects are Arts, Math and Physics.
⋆˚꩜｡ He has major black cat vibes. Also, his favourite colour is blue.
⋆˚꩜｡ He is anemic and an insomniac. Because of the latter, he tends to be a night owl, choosing to go on sprees at obscene hours of the day (think 3-4 am, just a few hours before sunrise). He is also most creative during the night.
⋆˚꩜｡ He loves cooking and baking and has quite the sweet tooth. His favourite pastry would be a homemade cinnamon roll with that glaze on top (yes, it must have the glaze) and his favourite overall treat would be one of those big soft black with white chocolate chips cookies or tiramisu.
⋆˚꩜｡ Huge coffee drinker. As much as he likes pretending he is nonchalant (he’s not, he’s an obsessed loser and possibly the most chalant person this story’s reader will ever meet), he cannot drink black coffee for the life of him. His go to coffee order is a vanilla latte to which he adds two of those little packs of brown sugar. He is also a huge tea drinker, his favourites being lemon and Earl Grey, and the biggest matcha hater. He defo says it tastes like grass.
⋆˚꩜｡ He smokes regularly, around a pack a week. He prefers stronger, smoother cigarettes and menthols. He really likes slims and demi-slims.
⋆˚꩜｡ Biggest horror movie enjoyer, especially of slasher films. His favourites are Scream (the original one, from 1996) and Halloween. His favourite slasher is Billy Loomis, with Stu Macher coming a close second. (he really likes Scream, okay?)
⋆˚꩜｡ He also enjoys the Scary Movie franchise a lot. He thinks it’s really funny and has rewatched it at least 7 times. He likes to turn it on while he eats or paints.
⋆˚꩜｡ He listens to a lot of rock music, specifically artists like Nirvana, Violent Vira, Get Scared, Nightwish, and even My Chemical Romance. His favourite songs are Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden and Demolition Lovers by My Chemical Romance.
⋆˚꩜｡ His walls are covered in posters of his favourite bands, movies and shows and has a poster board with pictures of him and his friend group, his cats and you.
⋆˚꩜｡ Because of his passion for rock, he started playing the guitar. He has an acoustic one and an electric one and he takes classes twice a week for both. Because of this, he has really calloused hands.
⋆˚꩜｡ Has tried photography before, but he realised it wasn’t really for him. If you ask him, however, to take pictures of you he WILL lock in and create masterpieces. I’m talking Rednote perfection.
⋆˚꩜｡ He has two cats, one greyish tabby cat named Pepper and one black cat named Milo. He loves those two cats with his whole heart. Cats are definitely his favourite animals. He is also a dog hater. (sorry not sorry)
⋆˚꩜｡ He lives alone and has been for three years now. His mom died when he was really young and his dad is always on business trips, travelling around the world. He is almost never there besides the occasional check and phone call.
⋆˚꩜｡ Archie is really close to his grandma, and he insists on visiting her at least once a week or two, usually during the weekends, in spite of her living all the way on the other side of town.
⋆˚꩜｡ He doesn’t have a lot of friends, preferring to be alone most of the time, just one group. They are the type of people who clearly love him and care for him, and he always ends up recharging his social battery with them. He cares a lot about them and is insanely loyal to them, which is why the moment you start dating, he starts dragging you to their hangouts. He loves you, he loves them, why shouldn’t you get to know each other?
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⋆˚꩜｡ His love languages are physical touch and acts of service. He isn’t big on words of affirmation, he is a really quiet person, so it doesn’t really come natural to him. He is also really big on quality time. The moment you are together? It’s over, say goodbye to most of your time alone because you will be spending it with him. He likes the occasional gift giving, but is really awkward about receiving. He is the type to pretend to hate it and then keep/wear it forever.
⋆˚꩜｡ His favourite cuddling positions are spooning (he’s the big spoon) and you laying on his chest, while his favourite kisses are tiny pecks on the lips and forehead kisses.
⋆˚꩜｡ Really hates (most of) your friends and he’s really vocal about it. He would rather you just hangout with his friend group, they are much more valuable people than those you choose to surround yourself with. Seriously, you have terrible taste in humans, just ditch them!
⋆˚꩜｡ Has killed people who harmed you/hit on you/he doesn’t like being around you. He has also stalked you so much he practically knows everything there is: your schedule, your habits, likes and dislikes, hell, he probably even knows what you have in the darkest corner of your wardrobe. Speaking of, he gives really good fashion advice, especially if you are also alternative.
⋆˚꩜｡ He loves to feed you. He always cooks for you, bakes your treats, and carries snacks around just for you. He already knows your allergies and preferences, so there’s no doubt you will like whatever he whips out.
⋆˚꩜｡ His dream date is a sleepover on a rainy night with you two watching a horror movie together and cuddling on the couch under a dozen blankets with Milo and Pepper. Add dinner, sharing a late night cigarette on the balcony while having a deep conversation, waking up together, and slow mornings to that too.
⋆˚꩜｡ Loves the idea of subtle matching jewelry, especially rings and necklaces. Thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.
⋆˚꩜｡ He randomly breaks into your apartment. If you aren’t home and neither is your mom, he will wait for you while doing random things around the house, like cooking dinner, tidying up your room, snooping through your journals if you have those and maybe even your laundry if he is bored enough.
⋆˚꩜｡ After leaving you his “gift”, you are dating, end of discussion. He just wants to love you, stop complaining! He did threaten you into it, but you don’t have to know he didn’t mean it. He wouldn’t hurt you, he just wants you happy!
⋆˚꩜｡ He loves holding your hand while walking. He also loves lending you his clothes, like his jacket when it’s cold or a shirt when you sleepover and didn’t bring something to change into. He also loves to pamper you, doing things like styling and washing your hair, painting your nails if you like it, helping you pick your outfits and even tying up your shoelaces.
⋆˚꩜｡ All in all, if you ignore the fact that he literally threatened you into a relationship, he isn’t that bad of a boyfriend. He is quite inexperienced tho, which is why you might need to show him the ropes.
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Archie's moodboard ⋆˚꩜｡
I'm really excited to write more about Archie and reader. Let me know if you guys would like to see more headcanons, even some filler moments of them, or something else entirely. I will start on the series soon too :p
I might actually repost my general headcanons because it got flagged as potentially mature content even though there's nothing descriptive or that infringes on the content label guidelines :((
Edit: Just did that, hopefully it doesn't get flagged again cuz wtf was that.
First post hehehehe (and it’s literally just a random storyline that has been plaguing my mind in headcanon form because I was too lazy to write out a full fleshed one shot)
Word count: 2.2k
Content Warnings!! This post contains violence, stalking, profanity, obsession, graphic details, attempted SA, creep behaviour and is, overall, a dark work. The reader is gender neutral, whilst the yandere is male.
I do not encourage this kind of behaviour in any way, shape, or form, this is purely a work of fiction.
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⋆˚꩜｡ Due to your parents’ recent divorce, you moved to a sketchy small town in the hopes that you and your mom could get a fresh new start. How exciting, surely nothing could go wrong? Right?
⋆˚꩜｡ You weren’t exactly thrilled to leave your old environment with all of your friends and memories behind, especially since, at least compared to this rainy dingy crime-filled pothole, your old place was by far much better. But alas, it wasn’t your choice to make. So, here you are, living in a tiny apartment and starting smack in the middle of the year in a new school where you know absolutely nobody. Wonderful.
⋆˚꩜｡ First day comes and, misfortunately enough, the only available seat was right next to some random edgy looking dude. Whatever. So long as he leaves you alone.
⋆˚꩜｡ Introducing your classmate. To say he was less than enthusiastic for you to be seated with him was an understatement. His space was sacred, and the fact that you were now in its proximity didn’t particularly thrill him. Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t care in the slightest about the rest. He was just annoyed, nothing more, nothing less.
⋆˚꩜｡ Personality wise, if you didn’t know any better (which you don’t at this point in time), he seems to be as expressive as a piece of moldy white bread. Other than mildly annoyed occasionally, he appeared to be constantly bored, neutrality and arrogance resting on his face perfectly. He definitely seemed to hold his worth higher than others, as if to say he is superior to all of the filthy ants surrounding him. In translation, he was exactly the type of person you could categorically say you despised. Honestly, you would rather eat dirt than interact with him, which is funny because you are literal desk mates. At least he doesn’t seem to be thrilled to be next to you either, so that means you are bound not to converse much.
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⋆˚꩜｡ The murders in your area have been increasing as months passed by. Now, any step taken even during dusk felt ridiculously unsafe, which meant that your walk home after school left behind a bitter paranoia on your tongue.
⋆˚꩜｡ There has been no improvement with your desk mate. He is just as irritable as he was before, and you’re just as unwilling to talk to him as you were at first.
⋆˚꩜｡ You were now walking home after yet another exhausting day. Snowflakes fell from the greyish-purple sky above, landing on your reddened cheeks like miniscule needles puncturing them. Tiny clouds of vapour formed with each breath you took, the cold never quite leaving your bones no matter how much you tightened your coat around you.
⋆˚꩜｡ Surprisingly, instead of the usual unease that followed you home, a simple serenity replaced it, allowing you to enjoy the dark cityscape more than you did on the days before. That was until you heard a pair of footsteps following you.
⋆˚꩜｡ Despite telling yourself that you were simply imagining it, you couldn’t help but speed up your pace, tightening your grip on your bag. Shit, maybe you should’ve invested into some pepper spray or some other cheap self-defense item people claimed would keep you safe regardless of the situation.
⋆˚꩜｡ Too bad that right as you passed by a shoddy alleyway, you got shoved right in it. As your bag tumbled just out of reach and you landed comically enough right on your ass, you could see a middle-aged man snickering. As he crouched down to your level, you shut your eyes tightly. (We all know what he’s intending, there’s no way I’m going into detail)
⋆˚꩜｡ Before he could even do anything, a loud crunch resounded through the alleyway, the man toppling over onto the snow carpet, staining the pristine white with an ever-growing dark red puddle.
⋆˚꩜｡ A figure clad in black stepped forward, not even paying you any mind as you froze. They made their way to the man, not hesitating before swinging the gross looking crowbar again.
⋆˚꩜｡ It wasn’t the following two crunches that snapped you out of your stupor, nor a few specks of blood landing on your cheek, but the delighted chuckles of the person. The moment you heard them, you ran out of there, forgetting completely about your bag. You only realised you left it behind as you made it to the safety of your apartment. Way too late to go back for it. Not to mention the risks implied.
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⋆˚꩜｡ Your classmate glanced at the discarded leather bag after he finished mangling up the corpse.
⋆˚꩜｡ He ran a hand through his disheveled locks with his signature annoyance. How careless of him to let you escape like that. You were now a liability and he couldn’t have that.
⋆˚꩜｡ As his gloved hand wrapped around the strap of your bag, an idea made him smile beneath his mask.
⋆˚꩜｡ What better opportunity to gain a new victim?
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⋆˚꩜｡ You barely managed to fall asleep that night. You have no idea what you were more scared of, the now-dead middle-aged man, or the crowbar man.
⋆˚꩜｡ You shuddered at the memory as your bare feet touched the soft fibers of your carpet. Most definitely the crowbar man. Hell, just the thought of him brought you chills.
⋆˚꩜｡ You froze as you glanced at your desk chair. On it sat your bag, albeit a bit beaten, with an envelope on top of it.
⋆˚꩜｡ You slowly made your way to the desk and grabbed the envelope, ripping it open with shaky hands. Inside was just a note with a rather short yet ominous message.
⋆˚꩜｡ You dropped this. :)
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⋆˚꩜｡ Well, if you were paranoid before, you certainly were even worse now. You keep glancing behind your shoulder, even if you know nothing is there, all in fear of the crowbar man reappearing. How did he know where you lived? Did he follow you home that night? Were you in danger? What if you will be his next victim?
⋆˚꩜｡ The lack of sleep was definitely catching up to you, prompting you to begin snoozing anywhere involuntarily. This only amplified the unease, and it certainly didn’t help that your desk mate seemingly gained a third emotion. What was he so amused for? Didn’t he have something better to do? Man, you really need some sleep.
⋆˚꩜｡ Little did you know, that over the past two weeks, he had been watching you a bit too closely for your comfort. Slowly, he went from simply following you around as you did your scarce errands to even breaking into your apartment. He hasn’t left any notes just yet, as he did when he left your bag, but oh did his hand itch to pick up the pen to taunt you further.
⋆˚꩜｡ Seriously, your paranoia was simply too adorable! But he wouldn’t make himself noticed just yet. He’ll allow you to calm down, and only then, as he did with all of his other victims, he will allow himself to proceed. What can he say? He loves taking his time. But for now, only watching you will suffice. Besides, despite your ordinary lifestyle, you were quite interesting to observe. He didn’t see himself get bored just yet.
⋆˚꩜｡ He has even gotten accustomed to you sitting next to him. He no longer felt annoyed when he saw your now sleepy figure trying not to dose off, only amusement at being the source of your sorrows.
⋆˚꩜｡ He just wishes you wouldn’t deprive yourself of sleep so intensely. After all, he wouldn’t pounce just yet. Where’s the fun that comes with a victim so eager to escape when they are too tired to even blink?
⋆˚꩜｡ If one were to ask, no, he doesn’t care about your well-being. But, oh, would he be a liar if he said he didn’t try to make your life easier. He only did small things, just enough to make you question your sanity. Like disposing of your expired food items or sneaking hard candy into your bag. Nothing too complicated. He did, after all, enjoy the grimace you made each time you found them. Just cut him some slack, they aren’t poisoned, he wants to murder you himself! He even went out of his way to pick your favourite flavours.
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⋆˚꩜｡ Gradually, the notes came back. At first, you found one on your bedside table, just as concise as the first one, but much creepier: You are adorable when you glance over your shoulder to look for me. :)
⋆˚꩜｡ When you saw it, you dropped it as if it burned you. What. The. Fuck. Just when your paranoia faded a bit, you discover that you were right all along. You might be his next victim.
⋆˚꩜｡ And then more. One on your bathroom sink. Your smile is beautiful. :) On your kitchen counter, right after your mother left for her night shift, and you were left to get ready for bed. You should wear the red sweater tomorrow, it suits your complexion the best. :)
⋆˚꩜｡ Each creepier than the last. You discovered some in your school bag too. I wonder if you know just how close I am. :) Anywhere really. I wonder how your screams of terror sound like. I bet they are delightful. :)
⋆˚꩜｡ You even found yourself at one point covered neatly with a blanket with a pillow placed carefully beneath your head when you fell asleep on the couch after a particularly exhausting day. At first, you didn’t pay it any mind, until you saw the note on the coffee table. You need to take better care of yourself. I wouldn’t want you to die right before I have the chance to kill you myself. :)
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⋆˚꩜｡ His face fell the moment he saw you with him.
⋆˚꩜｡ How dare you? Who is this gross specimen, and why are you allowing him to hold you and slobber all over your beautiful features?
⋆˚꩜｡ He couldn’t have that. You were his. His to toy with, his to watch, his to compliment. Sure, you two weren’t the closest, hell, you didn’t even talk! But that didn’t make you any less his. You were his victim, not this disgusting unwashed primate's.
⋆˚꩜｡ Plus, he didn’t treat you as well as he did. He didn’t tuck you in or check in on you throughout the day. He didn’t know all of your favourites by heart like he did, nor your schedule, not even your dislikes. Even he knows you don’t like roses because you consider them cliche, but you prefer lilies because of their meaning. Why does he get you roses when they clearly aren’t your favourites?
⋆˚꩜｡ He won’t let it slide, mark his words.
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⋆˚꩜｡ The guy you started dating was nice. Sure, he wasn’t the most attentive, or really your type for sure, but he brought a sense of comfort to your otherwise paranoid mind.
⋆˚꩜｡ Last night you got another note. You’ve gotten used to them in the meantime. Sure, they are creepy, but it’s not like the crowbar guy threatened you in any way, right?
⋆˚꩜｡ On your kitchen counter was your vase with a fresh bouquet of neatly picked lilies and gardenias. Cute. The note, however, wasn’t. The clear warning brought chills down your spine, despite how warm your kitchen was. Break up with him tomorrow unless you want to see him dead. :)
⋆˚꩜｡ He surely doesn’t mean it like that, right?
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⋆˚꩜｡ You obviously didn’t break up with him. What, you were gonna throw a perfectly good relationship out the window just because a random serial killer said so?
⋆˚꩜｡ And, naturally, when your boyfriend didn’t end up dead at your doorstep, you weren’t surprised in the slightest. It was clear the crowbar guy was messing with you.
⋆˚꩜｡ Although, the fact that he hasn’t been answering your texts for the past three days did make you quite worried. Did you do something wrong? Was he mad at you? Was the threat real? You haven’t gotten a note in over two weeks too, when you used to get one every few days or so.
⋆˚꩜｡ Oh, you should’ve listened to his warning. You should know by now that he isn’t the type to bluff.
⋆˚꩜｡ You saw the box on your kitchen counter, and you instantly knew who it was from. The note was simple, nothing more than an I hope you enjoy my gift. :) written on the thick paper, and yet it didn’t fail to put you at unease.
⋆˚꩜｡ A scream escaped your mouth the moment you opened the box. Inside was a human heart with a medium-sized kitchen knife staking it right where the four rooms of the organ met. You dropped the lid as you brought your shaky hands to your mouth.
⋆˚꩜｡ As you took a step back, your back hit something sturdy. Two hands gripped onto your upper arms as your back rested against his chest, and a familiar voice brushed your ear.
⋆˚꩜｡ Did you enjoy my gift?
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Should I write a series based on these headcanons?
