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⤷ YANDERE NERD .ᐟ dakota b.

❝ im closin' my computer, im comin over to ya! ❞

ʚ⁺˖↬ INFO. male yandere x gn!reader, headcanons, 0.0k word nsfw/18+ oneshot coming soon. he's a verse/switch.

ʚ⁺˖↬ CONTENTS. general yandere behavior (idolization, stalking, unhealthy obsession, stealing personal items), mentions of stalking/watching reader through a window/setting up cameras, reader has no specified/mentioned gender/genitalia, he's a virgin, mentions of masturbation

ʚ⁺˖↬ NOTES. guys im gonna be honest. im obsessed with this disgusting lil freak lmao. anyway sorry this is 10 billion years late, also this is EXTREMELY vanilla for some of the nasty stuff i have planned for him later lol

💌 dakota barron is a whiz kid. a star student. an academic king. graduated high school top of his class, has awards from robotics and computer clubs scattered amongst his other academic accolades– AP classes, honors club, early scholarship offers. he's tall, and lanky, with a mess of curly hair and he has to wear glasses when he's reading or staring at a computer screen.

💌 he's not popular, he's awkward, he's shy, he's a virgin who's barely even kissed anyone.

💌 to put it plainly? he's a fucking nerd.

💌 he never puts much stock into relationships and sex, barely even spends any time on friendships. to him, they're just another thing that takes up his time– time he could be using to code, or study, or work.

💌 but then he meets you.

💌 it's a simple meeting. you end up sitting next to each other on the first day of a new class. he barely notices anyone around him, focused on his own notes and his phone– but he reaches for his water bottle and knocks his favorite pen onto the floor.

💌 you bend and reach for it before he can, picking it up and kindly handing it back to him. your hand brushes against his, and a current of electricity courses through him.

💌 you introduce yourself, and dakota feels his mouth go dry at the sound of your voice. he's sure he's embarrassing himself, going red in the face and stuttering over his own name when he tries to give it to you, but he almost feels like he can't even look you in the eye– it's like looking directly into the sun.

💌 he's hooked immediately, and it doesn't take long for him to spiral into desperately needing any ounce of attention you can give him. he's able to sort of curb it for awhile– keeping the worst of his pathetic, desperate need inside. but...

💌 before you know it, you've got a lanky ass, 6'4" nerd following you around. he'll help with your homework, he'll carry your books, get you some water, whatever he has to do to chase that high that your attention seemed to give him. can you blame him? you're just so.... fucking unbelievable, so goddamn perfect. why would he want to be anywhere else?

💌 suddenly its like everything pales in comparison to you, and he's completely out of his depth. he doesn't know how to confront this– there isn't an equation he can solve or a code he can write to figure out how to behave around you. there isn't a textbook he can study and memorize front to back about you. the last thing he wants to do is fuck everything up and be seen as nothing more than a freak, a loser, a nobody in your eyes. so, maybe he overcompensates a little.

💌 you don't even have to ask, and he's already doing things for you. need someone to help you study? he's putting together flashcards and entire notebooks worth of notes, intricately put together and specifically engineered to help you absorb the information better.

💌 want him to grab you a drink or a snack from the vending machines? don't worry, he'll pay for it, don't even think about pulling your wallet out.

💌 need someone to literally just do your homework for you? he'll do it, darling. he'll give you all the answers, all you have to do is look at him with those pretty eyes and he's handing over everything.

💌 he'll do all of it, anything you might need, and all you have to do is pay attention to him. thank him. talk to him, look at him, say his name, fuck– any crumb of your attention is like his lifeline, and he finds that he can't go a fucking day without it.

💌 weekends are the worst, especially in the first few weeks before he manages to get your phone number– just in case you need help with homework or something, obviously. he starts to wonder if maybe it wouldn't be so bad for him to follow you home... peek in through a window or find some way to set up a camera. he could learn how to pick a lock, right? he's always been a fast learner... he just needs to see you.

💌 he doesn't have particularly dirty intentions when he first thinks about it. he just can't stand not seeing you, not being around you. but then he thinks about it some more... about the possibility of seeing you so calm and relaxed in your own space. of watching you sleep. of seeing you get changed...

💌 it's definitely not helping his case that his brain almost seems to stop functioning whenever you're around. he can't get enough of you, the way you sound, the way you smell, the way you move– but all he has to do is think about you and suddenly he's going haywire. he's never had to sneak away to jerk off in a public bathroom before, but now it's happening often.

💌 the amount of times he almost gets caught is honestly astounding, but mostly because he manages to find the one ounce of self control left to keep quiet until he's alone again. honestly, he's just 'lucky' it doesn't take him long to finish– not when he's thinking about you, wishing it was your hands, your mouth, your anything.

💌 he's ashamed every time. just like he's ashamed every time he lays awake in bed at night and thinks of you– and not innocently. just like he's ashamed when he starts swiping your things... little things, your favorite pen or something you were fidgeting with, maybe a chapstick or something. he just can't fucking help himself when it comes to you, darling.

💌 he needs more, and he knows it. he's starting to think that he might lose it, might already be losing it– every time he sees you, his chest aches. he's not sure if that's more painful, or the way he strains in his pants whenever you bend over, or lean in just the right way.

💌 and then by some fucking miracle, you end up choosing him to be your partner for the midterm project.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ [nsfw intro fic coming soon] ꪆৎ ˚⋅

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