#coop cooper

[snifsnoof]

baseketball doodles

(theyre having a party and theyre having LOTS of fun😎)

[yourmilwaukeebeers]

coop + his funny silly goofy funny haha face

[andysamberggf]

who will trey be tonight? that’s the question!

[leftlaine2013]

Coop and Remer

[mabelstone]

Divorcé

matt stone x reader

summary: part two of Professor Stone.

word count: 1435

note: god he looks so yummy here.

the start of this isnt great but bear with me.

gonna start adding some spice to this next chapter, i just dont want to chuck it in so predictably... theres a little tease here though so i hope you enjoy xx

if you haven't read part one, here it is <3

Part Two.

Professor Stone said goodbye to the class as routine, drawing out a long, irritated sigh as his phone buzzed violently on his desk. “Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath, putting the phone to his ear, pinching the upper bridge of his nose in annoyance. He answered with a blunt, “yeah?”

You tried to eavesdrop but couldn’t hear over the rest of the students leaving the theatre. He was throwing his hands around, clearly in a very heated argument with whoever was on the other line. He leaned one arm onto his desk, propping himself up, the other still holding the phone to his ear. He made eye contact with you, holding his gaze a bit too long. “Look, I’m with a student right now,” he quickly pulled the phone away as you could faintly hear a woman on the other line yelling obscenities you couldn’t quite make out. “I’ll call you later,” he interrupted, hanging up and dropping his phone on his desk, shaking his head at you. “Women.”

“Trouble in paradise?” You chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood.

He scoffed, “please, it was hardly ever paradise.” He beckoned you over with two fingers, and you obliged, dragging your chair with you. “Sorry about that.” He mumbled, shifting his things over so you had space next to him at his desk. “My wife- ex-wife, likes to burst my eardrums at the most convenient times.”

You hummed in understanding, not sure what there was to say. You wanted to prod, but thought it was best not to. Guess this explains why he’d been such an asshole recently. You looked over at his left hand, a prominent round indent on his now naked ring finger. He ran his hand through his short hair, sighing. “Anyway, what exactly was it you were struggling w-“

“Shit!” You jumped as you accidentally knocked his cup of whiteboard markers and paper clips over with your elbow. “I’m sorry, I’ll grab those.” He just shook his head, watching you scramble to the floor to fix your damage. “In my defence, who keeps paperclips in a cup on the edge of their desk?”

He watched as you got on your hands and knees, your black probably-too-short-for-uni dress riding up ever so slightly, giving your professor the perfect view of your thighs and the bottom of your ass. You felt it hiking up, reaching a hand around to pull the thin material down. “Sorry, sir,” you blushed, moving your bum away from him and continuing to pick up the paper clips.

“This your way of trying to get a good grade?” He humoured, his eyes never once straying from you.

You blushed harder, playing it off with a sarcastic, “you’re telling me it’s been this easy all along?” He smirked, something in his eyes changing. You felt hot, flustered, knowing your newly single, probably sexually frustrated professor just saw a whole lot more of you than he bargained for.

“Um, anyway,” you diverted, climbing back into your seat, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Pretty much none of it makes sense, especially numerical integration.”

He nodded, surprisingly not making a snide comment about your lack of intelligence for once. He began to explain, taking your book from you and drawing a graph. You tried to focus, but the way his eyes lingered on you while he spoke did something to you. You were sitting so close that your forearms would brush occasionally, his skin warm, contrasting how cold you felt in the air-conditioned theatre. Eventually, you completely zoned out, watching the way the muscles in his arm flexed as he wrote and moved your book around, the way his slender fingers flipped the pages, his hands veiny and massive in comparison to yours.

“Is this making sense?” He snapped you out of your thoughts, his hand mere inches from yours as he looked up at you.

“Uh- yeah, yeah.” You nodded in faux understanding, readjusting yourself to sit slightly closer to him, your knee brushing his thigh as you moved in toward the paper in front of you. “I’m just not too sure where this value here came from.”

It’s like a switch in your brain tripped suddenly. Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t been laid in months, or maybe just the fact that you were so close to a male, but you suddenly realised just how attractive he was. He too pulled his chair in closer and pointed at the numbers in front of you, and this time, you understood.

“Oh! So, d is what we’re multiplying by?”

“Exactly, well done!” He shot you the most genuinely smile of his you’d seen yet, feeling your stomach drop when he lightly brushed your shoulder. “Alright, let’s move on to the next topic then.”

He began explaining the next topic as he did, this time your eyes trained on his face. His strong bone structure, his bushy eyebrows and beautiful green eyes, his face now shaven since you saw him the night before. His lips looked soft and wet, his tongue darting out occasionally as he scribbled in your book.

You found yourself completely zoned out again, imagining his large, warm hand resting on your thigh, his other hand brushing your hair behind your ear. You imagined the way he would switch his demeanour once you closed the small gap between your lips, finally shutting him up about the stupid calculus problems. You imagined how his hand would find its way to the back of your head, fingers pulling your hair with just the right amount of force. You imagined him pulling your hair harder, moving your head to the side to expose your neck where he would leave hot, open mouthed kisses, his warm tongue gliding over the freshly assaulted skin. You’d purr something so pretty, making him groan and roughly grip your hips, standing you up before running his hands up the back of your dress, his lips travelling from your collarbones to your chest. Fuck, he’d breathe, your eyes screwed tightly shut, just enjoying the way he made you feel.

You wondered how his lips felt, how he tasted, if he lingered after a kiss. If he was slow or aggressive, if he used just the right amount of tongue, or if he would bite your lip with need.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as his phone buzzed on the table yet again, probably his ex calling another time. He flipped his phone up, only to flip it back over and let out a frustrated groan, resting his head in his hands.

You didn’t know what to say. Well, what could you say? Was it inappropriate to touch him? You were just fanaticising about him shoving his tongue down your throat. You opted for gently placing your hand on his arm, lightly rubbing the area. “I’m sorry you’re dealing with this,” was all you could muster up in your softest voice, offering him a sad smile when he looked up.

“It’s fine, really,” he chuckled, yet there was no humour in his tone. “Just don’t get married. Fool around while you’re young and attractive and make sure you pick the right one someday. Or you’ll end up an old calculus professor who wants to smash his phone into a billion pieces every time it rings.”

You laughed out of pity. “You could still do that, you know.”

“What? Smash my phone into a billion pieces?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, speaking without thinking. “I meant fool around.” You readjusted in your seat, him turning his full body around to face you, eyes dark. “You know you’re good looking, plus, you’re not that old… I think.”

He laughed, looking down at your thighs and shaking his head before meeting your eyeline. “You really want that good grade, don’t you?”

“I’m just being honest,” you smiled sweetly, your voice delicate as you looked down at your dress, fiddling with the hemming.

He cleared his throat, closing your book and gathering his things. “It’s getting pretty late; we should probably head off.”

You breathed out a barely audible yeah, before putting your things away. Neither of you spoke, and the tension thickening around you. Before you had the chance to say something dumb, Professor Stone chipped in.

“Would you like to swing by tomorrow?” He asked, returning your chair for you. “We’ve still got a lot to do if you wanna improve that grade.”

You chuckled, nodding in response as you walked toward the door. “Thanks.”

He simply gave you a smile and said nothing.

“Good night, sir.”

[90sintruder]

They share the same stick of Swagger Old Spice deodorant

[izzis-cardboardbox-of-confusiooo]

My part time is babygirlifying Bastards

[your-fav-is-divorced]

joseph r 'coop' cooper and douglas 'doug' remer from baseketball

Joe Cooper and Doug Remer from BASEketball are Divorced!

[astralbondpro]

BASEketball (1998) // Dir. David Zucker

[treyisms]

[nutella-alchemist]

baseketball movie changed my life thank you matt & trey!

[zukkoke-knight]

[tobussss]

No because Coop Cooper is my transition goals. I want to look like him. Lord I wish I was Trey Parker fr 😔

[trashyy-baabe]

The Baseketball fandom is dying 😱 reblog if you’re a true creamer ‼️

[leftlaine2013]

[justalilboyo2]

Behind closed doors - (doug remer x reader) 1/?

You meet your favorite sports player, Doug Remer, but it seems that you might've felt more than idolatry for him.

(word count: 884)

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You never really thought much of sports. Despite countless attempts from your brother and his friends, none of them really piqued your interest. Not until you saw Doug Remer. Ever since that day, Baseketball was all you could think about. You didn't know whether it was because of him being a good player, or if there was something more you felt for him. You shook those thoughts out of your head before you left for your first live Baseketball game.

 You chose front row tickets, trying to see Remer as close as possible. The way he played every game made him feel… different to you. The way he always psyched out every opponent without breaking a sweat impressed you. The way he never missed a throw. The way he… You were pulled out of your thoughts by loud cheering as coop cooper got a homerun. You jumped up, throwing your hands in the air. Coop was your brother’s best friend. You grew up together. He was like a brother to you. You yelled out into the crowd, “Fuck yeah!! Go coop!” He smiled back at you, pumping his fist as you cheered him on. 

As you were looking at him, you noticed Remer out of the corner of your eye. You noticed him looking at you while talking to Squeak.  Squeak seemed to say your name to him, smiling and waving as Remer followed. You wave back, looking confused, but still smiling. I wonder what he said about me; you thought to yourself. You tried not to get too worked up over it, knowing it probably wasn't anything to be worried about. You stopped waving when they did, looking back at Coop as the game resumed.

At the end of the game, you walked onto the field, running towards Coop once you saw him. You finally reached him, him pulling you into a hug. “You came!” he yelled, releasing you from his arms. “I wouldn’t miss the denslow cup, Coop!” you said, grabbing onto his shoulders. He laughed as he called squeak and Remer over. You began to get nervous as Remer got closer to you. “Hey guys! She came!” coop said to them. Squeak nodded. “I noticed, how's it goin’?” “pretty good, how about you guys?” Remer laughed,”Pretty good, clearly! We won the denslow cup, so it's kinda hard to not be doing good. I'm Remer, by the way.” He held out his hand to you. You thought for a second before shaking it. “I’m y/n. Nice to finally meet you. Coop talks a lot about you.” You smiled as you looked at Coop, who rolled his eyes at you. 

Remer smiled at him as he let go of your hand. “Does he now?” coop punched remer’s shoulder. “Anyways, we were gonna go out to eat together. You wanna join?” Squeak asked you, ignoring the bickering coming from Coop and Remer. “You sure? I don't want to bother you guys.” Remer redirected his attention to you. “You won't bother us at all! I always like meeting Coop’s friends, or girlfriends, in this context.” You looked at him, shocked. “Ew! No way dude. She's like my little sister. Thats fucked up.” Coop yelled, as you laughed at the assumption. “ My bad, I shouldn't have assumed.” You put your hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “It's fine, Remer. Let's go, it's getting late” Coop said, walking towards the exit.

You all arrived at the restaurant, coop taking responsibility for finding the table. When you all sat down, Remer sat next to you, Squeak across from him, and coop across from you. Your heart was beating really fast sitting next to him, his right leg touching your left. You caught yourself staring at him, turning to look at coop instead, trying not to make it obvious that you're attracted to him. As the waitress approached your table, you felt his hand on your thigh. You shot your head around to look back at him. He turned to look back at you, realizing where his hand landed.  “Oh shit, sorry! Were just so cramped I didn't mean to-” you cut him off, putting your hand onto his, keeping it in place. He looked down at your hands, slowly looking back up, making sure you were fine with it. You nodded and he decided to not move his hand. 

You all took your orders, no one questioning remer’s nervous tone and face. You found it kinda cute, seeing him so nervous about something so small. “You ok, Remer?’ squeak finally asked. “Oh yeah, I'm fine. It's just kinda nerve racking being in public, you know?” He looked at you, making sure he didn't hurt your feelings. You smiled at him, squeezing his hand. Squeak didn't think anything of it, returning to his conversation with coop. Remer smiled at you, slightly rubbing at your thigh. You scooted a bit closer to him, to the point of your shoulders meeting. As the food came, he let go of your thigh, reaching to pick up a pen and one of the many napkins on the table. “Hey guys, I need to use the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute, K?” He gets up and you see a note where he was sitting.

 Meet me in the bathroom.

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its kinda rushed and a bit short but wtv i hope u enjoyed it!!