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Max Cooperman x yandere!reader? I beg🙏

You can choose the plot, I’m good with or without smut!! Thank you so much🫶

oh how i love writing weird yandere reader

𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦

tags n warnings: college!max, max cooperman x reader, yandere!reader, huge joe goldberg vibes, obsession, stalking, jealousy, brief smut to context. word count: 4.6k masterlist

You held the camera in front of your face, fingers pressed firmly against the shutter button, as dozens of expressions from Max Cooperman were captured in the span of just a few moments. It wasn’t your intention to be a stalker—far from it. You’d always had a passion for photography and physical activities. You were at a party, but not exactly to have fun. Not that your dream was to become a photographer—no, that wasn’t the focus of your life—but there was one dream that lingered. A dream that involved a name.

Max Cooperman.

Another click. You were almost hypnotized by the way he posed, effortlessly shifting between expressions, and, in a brief moment of reflection, you found yourself wondering how he could be so perfect and, at the same time, so... mysterious. It was curious how Max always seemed to photograph everyone around him, yet never appeared in the photos of others. He never allowed himself to be captured on camera, but you... you couldn’t look away. Just look at him��how he smiled, how his eyes sparkled, how he became the center of attention without even trying.

He was the type of person who made your heart race in a disorienting way. You’d look at him, and it felt as though your own heartbeat was reflected in his eyes. And no one shares their heart, right? The heart is a precious secret, something kept deep inside, silent, beating only for you. And that’s exactly how you felt: you needed to keep Max to yourself. You didn’t want to share that feeling. You couldn’t. The love letters you sent him weren’t silly—they were your heart.

And there she was, a girl near him, acting like she had some claim over his smile, over the charming gestures that he should reserve only for you. For a moment, a surge of jealousy washed over you, but you swallowed it down. She made him smile, yes. The most beautiful smile you had ever seen—the smile you had mentally captured, the smile that now lived in your heart and mind.

You watched him stand up with the girl, heading toward the back door. Oh no, this was happening—the very thing you feared. Your only option was to follow, carefully, so you wouldn’t get caught. You scanned the club one last time before slipping out, everyone too absorbed in their own lives or drunk enough to notice. Moving quietly through the hallway, you made your way to the alley behind the club. It was too dark for anyone to see you, and perhaps too dark for Max to see anything either. They started talking, and you remained silent.

“C’mon. Hurry up!” She hissed, the sounds of clothing mixing with the air, Max was taking off his pants at this point, since he was the only one you could see, the girl didn’t matter, she was just a blur.

“Okay, here goes,” he muttered, soon grunting afterward. Damn, that went in and from the sound of it, she was wet, so wet. “Shit, man… That feels so good.”

“Shut up and fuck me, shit,” she grunted, meowing as she felt Max increase his speed, the sound of thrusts camouflaging themselves in that dark alley. Your heart was pounding loudly, your mouth was dry as sand as you listened to all of that.

Your insides began to burn, feeling an immense urge to touch yourself as you watched all of that, thinking that you were that girl. You were the one who should be there, not that brainless idiot. You were so much better, you were perfect for him.

“Fuck, the picture,” you muttered to yourself, but no. That moment shouldn't be recorded, just felt. Your hand went to your panties, which were already terribly soaked, moving them aside to touch yourself, imitating the rhythm of Max's thrusts.

“Shit, shit, I'm going to cum,” Max warned, increasing the pace, squeezing the woman's hips, who was moaning so ridiculously loudly, she sounded like a vulgar porn star. She was so fake, so stuck up.

“Yes, yes. Oh, me too,” she moaned, in one last scream, she came undone, breathing loudly. You felt Todd cum at the same time as you. More proof that you were made for each other.

Soon, the sound of clothes moving returned and you shrank your body again, ears attentive to what would happen next.

“It was good, wasn't it, Alex?” He breathed, throwing the condom in the trash that was next to it and putting his belt back on, fixing the hair that was stuck to his forehead.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll fucking kill you, loser” she growled, finishing organizing her dress. The clicks of high heels were heard and you despaired, going back into the club and looking for the exit to leave that place. If anyone found out, you were in deep trouble.

Your heart was racing, you grabbed a drink before leaving to quench your thirst and position yourself at the exit. It was empty, almost eerie outside, unlike the internal battle inside you. You looked at the camera that was hanging around your neck. Shit, you should have taken a picture of that Alex, you would have had a really good chat with her later. How dare she feel ashamed of having sex with the best man in the world? Bitch.

The next day, the sound of footsteps and conversations echoed through the college hallways, but everything seemed distant as you watched Max walk away with his friends. His locker stood empty, a silent invitation for another letter. Your hands were sweating as you held the decorated envelope, your heart pounding against your ribs. Every move you made was meticulously planned, from the scent you’d sprayed on the paper to the way you folded the edges to make it look casual, yet intimate.

You held your breath as you slipped the letter through the gap in his locker, as if it were a secret whispered into the air. But before you could pull away, you heard familiar footsteps approaching. Max. Your spine tingled as you realized he was coming back, accompanied by Jake. In a quick reflex, you pressed yourself against the nearest wall, your body rigid, your fingers clutching the cold metal of the nearby locker.

"Hey, remember those letters you were sending me?" Max's voice was light, almost playful. You peeked around the corner, your heart racing as you saw him holding the freshly placed envelope.

Jake grabbed the paper, frowning as he unfolded it. A subtle shimmer of glitter escaped the crease, landing on his fingers.

“Your secret admirer?” Jake murmured, reading the impeccable handwriting. The soft perfume you’d chosen seemed to cling to the air around them.

Max, you're so perfect it hurts. I want to eat your heart to always have you with me. I know it sounds weird, but you're the most perfect person in the world. XOXO, your secret admirer.

"Exactly. It seems like it's getting worse," Max laughed, taking the letter back and spinning it between his fingers. "Before, it was just stuff like ‘you’re so handsome’ or ‘so smell good.’ Now, it’s all this glittery stuff and whatnot. Not that I’m complaining, it’s kinda cute."

Jake raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “It’s creepy.”

Max shrugged, folding the letter carefully before tucking it into his backpack. "I have a feeling. You can’t ignore these things."

"Or it could be a two-meter butcher," Jake shot back, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder.

Heat rushed to your face, your chest constricted by a mix of shame and adrenaline. You had to get out of there before they noticed you. You hurried toward the beginning of the corridor, trying to look casual, your gaze fixed on the floor as though nothing had happened.

"I’d love to have a weirdo to call my own," Max said with a grin, closing his locker.

Jake let out a heavy sigh. “That’s messed up, man.”

And then, out of nowhere—

“Whoa, is that an EOS Rebel?”

The voice came so close that the shock made you freeze mid-step. Your muscles stiffened, your eyes wide before they slowly turned toward the source of the sound.

Max Cooperman.

Talking to you.

The air in your lungs felt heavy, as though they had been emptied and forgotten to refill. He was so close now, you could see the smallest details—the sparkle in his eyes, the nonchalant way he held the strap of his backpack, the half-smile that always seemed a little mischievous.

You pressed the camera against your chest as though it were your only anchor in that moment.

“Ah… yeah,” you managed to murmur, your voice betraying the wave of nervousness spreading through your body.

He smiled, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. “Can I see it?”

Max smiled that little half-smile, as if trying to recall something, his head tilting slightly to the side. “Oh, I knew I’d seen you before,” he said, snapping his fingers as if he’d just connected the dots. “You always sit further back, right?”

You froze. His words felt like a bucket of cold water, making you swallow hard. Your heart raced. He’d seen you somewhere? You’d been so distracted, following him for so long without realizing it—you must have been more obvious than you’d thought. Had he seen you at that ice cream shop? Or at the gym? Did he know how much you watched him?

Your heart skipped a beat. He had noticed. Even if it was just a simple observation, the fact that Max knew where you usually sat sent a wave of heat through your chest.

“Yeah, I like to be somewhere I can observe everything,” you replied, tightening your grip on the camera.

He pointed to the camera with curiosity. “So, you like photography?”

You nodded, trying to steady your breath. “Yeah. I like capturing moments, you know? Things that no one else notices.”

Max tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes glimmering with interest. “That’s pretty cool. Bet you have some insane photos.”

“Ah… a few,” you said, briefly averting your gaze.

His smile widened, full of natural charm. “You know, I’ve always wanted to learn more about photography, but I never had the patience. Maybe you could teach me one day.”

Your legs almost buckled under you at that moment. The idea of spending time with him, being by his side without having to hide in the shadows, made your heart race even faster.

“I… I’d love to,” you responded before your insecurity could stop you.

Max winked at you, amused. “It’s a date, then.”

Before you could reply, Jake called out to him from the other end of the hall. Max gave you one last look before walking away, tossing his backpack over his shoulder.

“See you around, photographer.”

You stood there, holding the camera as if it were a shield against reality. Your face was hot, your heart racing. He had spoken to you. He wanted to learn something from you.

And then, as if he had just remembered something, Max stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned back toward you, his eyes gleaming with recognition.

“Wait,” he said, pointing at you with a smile. “You were in the audience at the fight competition! You posted the photos on the college bulletin board. You have an incredible eye for photography. No one’s ever taken such a good photo of me. In fact, no one’s ever taken a photo of me.”

Your chest tightened with the memory. Max was talking about the photos you took during the competition, the same ones you sent to the college newspaper. That night, you barely took your camera off him. Every movement, every expression of focus and adrenaline, you captured it all, freezing the intensity of that moment.

You smiled, relieved, the weight of the world lifting off your shoulders. “Wow, it’s… thank you so much,” you said, trying to hide your shyness as you tucked the camera away. Even with the compliment, you still felt a bit of anxiety that he might notice some mistake in the photos. “It was just a few photos. A silly hobby, nothing special.”

“Oh, come on,” Max laughed, shaking his head, his mischievous grin making your heart skip. “You’re great. You’re professional, really. I bet if you sold your photos, you’d make some serious cash. Can you give me some tips?”

Your mind went blank. You were so stunned by the request that your body couldn’t react, but your face immediately turned warm. Your brain seemed to short-circuit, and the only thing you managed to do was nod. If you opened your mouth, you’d probably shout and leap into his arms so hard that he’d lose his breath.

“Thanks, then,” Max said, smiling as he held up his hand for a high five. You quickly returned it, his touch burning your skin in a way that made you grin from ear to ear. “You free on Saturday?”

“Saturday?” You repeated, still trying to process what had just happened. The feeling of his touch made your mind spin.

“Yeah, is that good for you to teach me?” He adjusted his voice, focusing entirely on you as if there was no one else in the world. He was speaking just to you.

“Yeah, perfect!” You lit up, your face shining with pure happiness. “How about that ice cream shop that sells pistachio and mint?”

Max’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “I love that place,” he smiled, the surprise mixed with excitement. “I’ll see you there. Be careful on your way home.”

“Thanks… Max...” You waved, watching him walk away with his hands on his backpack. From that moment on, being just a secret admirer wasn’t enough anymore.

On Saturday, the lesson with Max went well, except for a few moments when you found yourself more captivated by his face than the photos he was showing you. Every expression of focus, every laugh when he messed up an adjustment—it all felt too fascinating to look away from. But other than that, everything went smoothly, going wonderfully well.

The lessons started becoming regular—what was once weekly became every three days, until they were daily. The ice cream shop wasn’t always open, so Max’s house became the go-to place. The first time he suggested it, you almost had to hold back from looking too excited. Now, it had become a habit.

While you were organizing some things in the college courtyard, you heard familiar footsteps approaching. Before even looking, a smile was already playing on your lips.

“Hey, Max.”

He returned the smile before pulling you into a hug. You felt the warmth of his body, the firm but relaxed touch, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His face was close enough that you noticed a new detail—the different scent. He had changed soap. It was woodier now, less citrusy, but still perfectly suited to him. You allowed yourself to savor the moment for a second longer than you should have.

“So, how’s it going?” Max asked as he pulled back, still maintaining a close, almost conspiratorial gaze. “Lesson today at my place?”

You nodded, trying not to show too much enthusiasm, even though your mind was racing, imagining the afternoon with him.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you at the usual time.”

“Great, xoxo!” You waved again, holding your backpack and feeling a sparkle in your eyes. As you walked home, your steps felt lighter.

Everything was so perfect. You had truly become friends with him. It was no longer a distant dream, a fantasy fed by secret letters. Now, Max reached out to you, texted you, eagerly awaited the meetups. He even stopped hanging out with other girls, without ever saying anything about it, but the signs were there—his time was spent with you.

He even bought you ice cream from time to time, and that made everything feel even more real, more special. You didn’t even need to change. Max accepted you just as you were, with your quirks, your shyness, your unique way of looking at the world.

It was so perfect. Too perfect.

You rang the doorbell at Max’s house, smiling excitedly. You were wearing your best outfit, your best perfume. You always made an effort when you went to see him, but today you wanted everything to be perfect.

Silence.

You waited a few seconds, but no one answered. You furrowed your brow. He knew you were coming. After all, you weren’t a stranger. With an automatic gesture, you turned the doorknob. The door wasn’t locked. The familiar scent of the place enveloped you as you stepped inside. But before you could call out to him, your eyes caught a sight that made your heart drop. Max was sitting on the couch.

And he wasn’t alone.

A girl was next to him, terribly close, with his arm draped over her shoulders. The way she fit there made your stomach churn. It was too casual. Too intimate. The sound that echoed through the room didn’t come from the TV or the silly movie playing on the screen. It came from inside you. A silent snap, as if something inside you had broken.

“Max?” Your voice sounded cold, sharp like a gust of wind coming through an open window.

He looked at you with no sign of guilt, no weight in his gaze. He simply smiled, just like he always did. “Hey! Come sit with us.” He lightly patted the empty space beside him, as if nothing was out of place.

The girl adjusted herself, resting her head on his shoulder. As if it was her right. As if that spot belonged to her. Your chest burned. Your blood boiled. Your fingers trembled so much that your camera, your faithful companion, slipped from your hands and hit the floor with a sharp thud.

Your feet began to move. First slow, hesitant. Then, each step became heavier, more determined. You couldn’t tell exactly when your body decided to act on its own, but suddenly, you were standing right next to the couch.

Your fingers gripped in her hair. With a single movement, you threw her to the ground.

“Hey. What the fuck?” Max shouted.

“Let me go, you bitch!” The girl screamed in protest, getting on her knees to get up from the ground, but you pushed her away again.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” You shouted, pulling her hair up, your other hand going to her face so she’d look at you. “Answer me, you motherfucking bitch. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Can someone explain to me what the hell this is?” Max shouted, standing up and seeing that scene that looked more like a horror movie.

“Who are you?” You growled louder, throwing her to the ground so you could climb on top of her, immobilizing her body. “What are you doing with my man?”

“He didn’t say he had a girlfriend!” She defended herself, pushing you and going for you, scratching your arm with her long nails. You managed to turn her back around, your training helped you do it with ease. “Girl?”

Noticing Max’s horror, you got off her, staggering back, catching a glimpse of him hugging the stranger, asking if everything was okay. However, a sharp slap was delivered to Max’s body. The girl hurriedly grabbed her bag and coat, giving one last look of disgust before running out.

“She should’ve told me she had a boyfriend. Asshole.” She hissed, and the door slammed behind her, the sound echoing through the house like thunder.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Max blinked a few times, still trying to process what had just happened. Then, his expression hardened and his voice erupted into the space:

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”

He was looking at you as if he was seeing you for the first time—no longer with the familiarity of before, but with something between disbelief and disgust. His eyes scanned your face, then your trembling hands, hugging your own body as if that could stop the tears that were already threatening to spill. “No... why are you crying?”

The question made your chest tighten even more. “Is she your girlfriend?” You sobbed, your lips trembling along with your words. Your voice came out low, fragile, almost inaudible.

Max sighed heavily, rubbing his face before crossing his arms. “No.” He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his expression growing even harder. “And if she was, what does it have to do with you?”

You felt the floor slip from under you. Your body reacted before your mind could process it. Your arms let go of yourself, your hands shot up into the air in a desperate gesture, and your voice finally found strength to explode: “She doesn’t deserve you!” The shout sliced through the air, hitting the walls like thunder.

Max froze, his mouth opening but no words coming out. “I deserve you!” Your voice wavered, filled with raw emotion. Your eyes were blurred with tears, but you didn’t look away from his. “I’m the only one who deserves you!”

Max took a deep breath, his brows furrowing in confusion. He looked more lost than ever. “And what makes you think you deserve me?”

The question felt like a knife stabbing into your chest. The silence lasted a second, maybe two. Then, without hesitation, you said the words that had been burning inside you for so long:

“Because I love you!”

The confession fell into the space between you like an impossible weight to ignore. Max froze. His relaxed posture disappeared completely, his shoulders tensing. His hands, once restless, were now still at his sides. You saw when the air caught in his throat. You saw his expression change from surprise to something undefinable.

You scared him.

The thought hit you like a punch to the stomach.

But there was no stopping now.

Breathing deeply, you took a hesitant step forward. Then another. Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of your chest. “I love you, Max.” Your voice came out softer now, more vulnerable. “I really do.”

Your hands found his. Cold as ice.

“I’ve taken the best pictures for you.” Your fingers tightened around his with tenderness, almost pleading for him to feel what you felt. “I helped you with the class. Remember that assignment you couldn’t do, and the professor let you off the hook? I convinced him. None of those girls did that for you. That bitch Alex? I made her apologize to you. I did that!”

Max was still unresponsive, his eyes locked on yours but distant, as if he was trying to understand what was happening.

“Oh my God…” he murmured, almost to himself. You took another step closer, your eyes shining with expectation, your tears wetting your face. Max remained frozen, his cold hands in yours, his eyes wide as if trying to figure out if this was real or some kind of nightmare. The way he looked at you wasn’t the usual playful, carefree look. It was different.

It was fear.

Your chest tightened. This wasn’t how he should be looking at you. He should be happy. Surprised, maybe, but in the end, he would understand that you were the only one who truly loved him.

“My God,” he murmured again, running a hand over his face as if trying to wake up from a trance. “Shit… shit!”

You tightened your grip on his hands, trying to bring him back. “I’ve been sending you letters all year, Max.” Your voice trembled, but not from weakness— from emotion. “I’ve been by your side when no one else was. I’ve done everything for you.”

He pulled his hands back, stepping away a pace. Your heart shattered at the gesture.

“You…” Max took a deep breath, blinking several times as if trying to process your words. “You’re my secret admirer?”

You nodded frantically, a smile forming through the tears. “Yes! It’s always been me! And now I don’t have to hide anymore, Max. Now you know. Now we can—”

“That’s not normal,” he interrupted, his voice tight. “That’s unhealthy.”

Your insides twisted. Unhealthy? Everything you did was for love. His love. How could he say something so cruel?

The tears came back with full force, your chest rising and falling unevenly. “Max…” You took a step forward, but he stepped away again, as if running. “Please… you didn’t mean that… I understand.”

The silence between you two weighed heavily again, like a storm about to break. Max continued to stare at you, his brow furrowed, his breath quickening. You braced yourself for the worst— expecting him to yell, to throw you out, to tell you he never wanted to see you again. But, to your surprise, he only sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking lost.

“You did all of this for me?” His voice was softer now, almost wavering.

You nodded quickly, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. “Yes, Max. I’d do anything for you.”

He fell silent for a moment, looking at you in a way you couldn’t decipher. Then, something in his eyes softened.

“That’s… kind of crazy.” He gave a nervous laugh, but without any aggression. “But at the same time… I don’t know.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Don’t know what?” You took a step forward, hopeful.

He sighed again, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes. “I don’t know. You’ve always been around, always helped me. And… I admit, I like having you around.”

Your stomach flipped with anxiety and emotion. Was this a dream?

“I didn’t expect it to be you.” He smiled slightly, almost with amusement. “But I guess I always knew someone was watching out for me. And if someone’s going to like me this way, at least it’s someone who really cares.”

Your eyes shone.

“So… does this mean…?” You held your breath, waiting for the answer that could change everything.

Max hesitated, but then, with a resigned sigh, he gave a small smile. “It means that… maybe we can see where this goes. I’ve always been a weirdo who wanted a stranger to call mine.”

The joy that exploded inside you was uncontrollable. Without thinking, you threw yourself into his arms, feeling his warmth, his scent, the security of finally being where you’d always wanted to be.

Max stood there, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty. Part of him couldn’t fully grasp what was happening—this wasn’t how he expected things to go. But then there was the pull, the warmth between you, something real and undeniable that felt right, even if it didn’t make sense. He looked at you, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to find the answers that were still out of reach. And before he could think any more, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that felt both inevitable and new, sealing the moment in a way words never could.

Max’s mind was racing, caught between disbelief and a strange sense of exhilaration. He knew he was screwed, but whatever. He liked it anyway. The feelings he couldn’t quite process swirled inside him, but there was something undeniably magnetic about it all—something that made the confusion feel less like a burden and more like an adventure. For the first time, he stopped trying to figure it out and just let himself be swept away by the moment, a quiet thrill settling in his chest. This was chaos, but it was his one and only chaos, and he wasn’t sure he wanted it any other way.

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