#cooper day evan peters

[nylaboon]

Fell in Love With a Girl — Cooper Day

"Fell in love with a girl / I fell in love once and almost completely / She's in love with the world / But sometimes these feelings can be so misleading"

— in which Cooper comes clean to you about his troubles with Emma.

cooper day x gn!reader

tags: swearing, second person pov, fluff, not proofread, kinda shitty in my opinion but i tried my best

"Cooper, what's taking so long?" You inquired, feeling more and more frustrated with the boy. He was supposed to be helping you with your missing assignments, but he got sidetracked by a notification from his laptop. He was so distracted that he spent about three minutes staring at the screen, literally frozen in place. It was annoying, and the worst thing was that it was the third time he had been distracted by it, which meant that your work was taking even longer to complete.

The only reason why you even had missing assignments was because you got sick the previous week.

Strep throat. Possibly one of the worst and best illnesses a person can get. You felt like shit most of the time, but the upside was that you wouldn't have to go to school until it cleared. You just happened to catch it from a guy in your math class; how that happened was a damn mystery. You kept your distance and moved as far away from him as possible every time he so little as parted��his lips to speak, but you still caught it. As a result, you took a week off from school, which didn't seem too bad at first, but that was until Cooper gave you an update on everything that went down during the week you spent at home whining about your sore throat and chugging shitty medicine. And it was one hell of an update, for sure.

He soon shifted his focus away from the screen and quickly closed it. He covered his face and moaned as he stood up from his desk and returned to his bed to sit next to you again. "Sorry, sorry. What were we talking about?"

You close your workbook, using your pencil to bookmark the page, and place it beside you. "Numbers and shit. Who was that?"

"Who was who?" You should have known he would respond to your question with one of his own. He always did this, and it was infuriating. In his defense, though, he didn't have to tell you who he was talking to if he didn't want to, therefore he was justified. Irritating as fuck, but justified.

"Don't play dumb," you advised, rolling your eyes at his feigned confusion. "Who were you emailing just now?" Cooper shrugged and glanced around the room. "Why does it matter?"

"It must matter since you keep running back to your laptop every two minutes."

"Well, it's closed now, so you don't have to worry about it. Lucky you." Cooper was not an open person, and you knew it. Everyone knew it. That being said, his dismissive behavior wasn't unusual. He always bottled up his emotions since he didn't know how to express them without assuming he sounded stupid. Unfortunately for him, you were nosy and constantly pestered him when he didn't tell you something, so he usually caved.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

He gave you a puzzled, defensive expression. "What makes you think I'm hiding something from you?"

"You're not denying it." Your logic garnered you a sneer from him, but he chose to simply change the subject to avoid further conflict.

"The more you argue with me over this, the more time you're wasting." He wasn't necessarily wrong about that, either. Instead of pressuring him to talk about it, you picked up your workbook and got back to work. Around twenty minutes later, you left to go to the bathroom, but when you finished and headed back to Cooper's room, he was sitting at his desk. Again. Instead of announcing your presence, you silently closed his bedroom door and crept up behind him, skimming through his laptop screen. He was reading an email from a girl who said she "missed him" and had been "thinking about him all day". It was a tough read, but it offered a great opportunity to make fun of him.

"Who's Emma?" You finally spoke up with a sly grin. Cooper jumped and shut his laptop in less than a second. He gave you an annoyed glare before sweeping his curls out of his face and looking away. He stood up from his chair and attempted to distance himself from you out of embarrassment.

"A friend," he mumbled.

"That didn't sound like a friend," you retorted.

"Why are you so worried about it?" Instead of answering his question, you mocked him.

You grabbed his arm and began swinging it, annoying him even more. Truth be told, you weren't particularly pleased with what you had found, but you were trying your best to conceal your displeasure via exaggerated excitement techniques. You had a mini-crush on him for a while (at least that's what you called it to persuade yourself that you didn't want him and were just being irrational for a year straight), and it was relatively upsetting to learn that he was talking to some girl he never mentioned to you. "Aw, Cooper has a girlfriend!"

He let you swing his arm, although he didn't seem thrilled about it. "She's not my girlfriend." You snorted and rolled your eyes. "Okay, sure," you replied, not believing him in the slightest. "And I'm not failing algebra."

"No, seriously," he affirmed. "She's not. We just started talking, like, a week ago."

"And how did that happen?"

It took him a while to gather enough courage to answer that question. "...she called me sexy."

"...seriously? Just- just straight up?" Cooper nodded. You cringed a bit. "Is she in any of your classes?" You asked. Little did you know, you wouldn't be prepared for his response. "...she's a junior."

"She's a what?!"

"Hear me out—"

"No!" That was odd. Wasn't it odd? How often did a freshman and a junior get together? Not very. You couldn't even begin to articulate your concern. Where do you even start? There was a lot to unpack in those three words. "Do you not see the issue with that?"

He shrugged awkwardly. "Yeah, but she's hot, and I'm me. M'not really a chick magnet, so I kinda have to take what I can get."

"Take what you can get?" You repeated in astonishment. You had more to say, but he interrupted you before you had time to finish. "Plus, we already made out a lot, so I kinda dug myself into a hole." As if it couldn't get any worse...

Your eyes widened. The situation was almost unfathomable, and you could feel yourself about to explode out of anger. "Have you lost your mind?"

"I'm sixteen; what's the issue?" He asked in defense. You would've laughed at that lie if you weren't pissed off.

"You're fifteen, Cooper. Stop telling people that." For some unexplained reason, he kept lying about being a year older than he was. He'd been doing it since he was twelve, and it was actually pretty cute. And stupid.

"Well, I'm almost sixteen."

"Your birthday was two months ago."

"Still. That's basically a young adult."

"Not even!" He shook his head and sighed. "Why are we even talking about this?"

"I don't know," you replied. "Why are you dating a junior?" Cooper flung his head back, annoyed, before sitting on the edge of his bed. "We aren't dating, okay? And even if she was a freshman, I still wouldn't date her." That claim perplexed you. You stood in front of him, looking down at him with curiosity. "Why not?" You questioned.

He placed his elbow on his knee and let his chin rest in the palm of his hands. "Because she's not into me."

"But you just said she called you—"

"I know," he interjected. "You don't get it, though. She thinks I'm an idiot." He looked up at you for a minute, only to be met with your blank stare. "She's just using me to write shit for her."

"So, you don't like her; you just like being used?" You asked. He sneered at your cluelessness.

"I don't like being used. I just like the attention."

You sat down beside him, hands in your lap. You mumbled a soft "damn" and peered at the floor alongside him. "That fuckin' sucks."

"You don't say?" He replied sarcastically, leading you to nudge his shoulder. He sighed hopelessly and continued his rant. "I don't think I'm ever getting in a relationship at this point."

"Don't say that," you pleaded. "You never know."

"I do know, though," he argued. "I'm weird. I don't fit anyone's standards. Not that I even care for relationships, but—"

"You fit mine."

Your honesty seemed to catch him off guard for a moment. He paused for a few seconds before proceeding with the conversation. "That's not what I meant, y/n. You're just a friend."

"That's not what I meant, either." He gazed at you, his eyes conveying his uncertainty. "I didn't mean it in a friendly way."

Cooper stared at you, completely stumped. You grumbled and rolled your eyes before clarifying yourself for him. For someone so smart, he could be so naive. "You idiot—I like you. That's what I meant."

Despite your clear confession, you were anything but calm. You wanted to bash your head through his window because you had just made the entire conversation awkward. Awkward because he was staring at you, visibly uncomfortable. Or maybe he was just stunned. You had hoped he was just stunned. Regardless, the room was quiet, which was enough to drive you insane on the inside.

"...dude, why?" He eventually asked.

"Why what?"

"Why me?"

"Why not?" You shrugged with sass but kept your attention away from him. You would prefer to not see your best friend become uncomfortable in your presence. Being in his presence at that moment was enough to make you want to shoot yourself in the head. "You really do have shitty taste in guys," he taunted, hoping to lighten the mood for you. You let out a bitter scoff. "But on a serious note, I didn't think you thought of me like that..."

"You learn something new every day." He cracked a brief chuckle before going back to his serious demeanor. You, however, were not laughing. "I'd rather you over Emma, y'know."

"Is that really the compliment you think it is?" You asked softly.

"Depends on how you take it," he replied. "But I did like her at first, just so you know. Before I even knew what she was up to. So do you know what that means?" It meant that even if he liked Emma, he still would have preferred you. Suddenly, you didn't want a bullet in your skull anymore. "Oh," you muttered while trying your best to not smile too hard. "Cool, cool. That's, like, rad."

"That's it?" He complained. "Just 'rad'?"

"Obviously not," you denied. "I just don't know how to react appropriately."

"How would you react if you were alone?" He asked, to which you immediately responded.

"I'd scream."

He raised his eyebrows and grinned. "I guess that's fair. But do you know what I want to do?" You tilted your head to the side, urging him to continue. But he said nothing. Without wasting another second, he leaned into your proximity and connected your lips, as if he was testing the waters before diving in fully. The kiss was neither short nor too long. You eventually reciprocated, allowing your hands to drift to his face and grasp onto him. You didn't want him to pull away, but he did eventually. He took a breath and smiled nervously while backing away from you. Meanwhile, you were still trying to process his actions.

"…why'd you pull away?" You spoke up, giving him a fake look of disapproval. "I wasn't supposed to?"

"Did I say you could?" Cooper shook his head. "Exactly. So get back over here and kiss me before I throw a fit."

"As you wish."

written by @nylaboon

[newwavesylviaplath]

so i actually need to suck his soul out of his body via using his dick as a straw

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Good Grades and Fucked Brains

Apologies for cringe title, idk what to name these half the time and most of them are puns 🏃🏻‍♀️

Cooper Day x f!reader

Warnings! Pure filth, porn w/ no plot, handjobs, short drabble, Cooper and Reader are strictly 18, not fully proofread

This is mainly for @alittleobsessedbitch (and my Cooper Day obsession

(I think about this scene a lot. Too much actually. This is my brainrot. Cooper day make out.)

“S-Shit…y/n..” Whispering, he stutters. His voice faltering to the feeling of your mouth latched onto his neck, fingers tangled through his fluffy brown hair.

His nape was sensitive, you knew. Especially having been mainly a virgin before you, high school sweethearts that practically did everything together. Now you were both seniors, graduation only a few weeks away, you had decided to study for your final tests. But as usual, you ended up in Cooper’s lap, sitting in his swivel chair in front of his desk. Latching onto his skin like a leech and feeling his pulse through your soft, plump lips, drinking in the scent emitting from him like an intoxicating drug that made your mind swirl, the feeling spinning down and nestling in your core, causing the muscles to clench and ache. Drool collecting in your panties.

Luckily, you weren’t alone in the sentiment. Cooper wasn’t very vocal, on par with him being a quiet, emo stoner kid, but he did let out shuddering breaths or soft whimpers occasionally that rang in your ears like the sound of an angel. It was pure bliss, and it only made you want to eat him more.

It wasn’t long before Cooper's aching hard-on, pressing through his jeans and rutting against your thigh, turned into your hand wrapped tightly around his leaking cock, jerking him off feverishly until he saw stars.

His eyes always became clouded, and his head tilted back, sinking into the chair as your hand stroked him with precision. Teasing each vein and crook of his cock as it twitched in your hand, heavy and desperate. Cooper could typically go on for a while, but today he was too worked up, and it had been a while since he last had time to release any hormonal tension.

So it didn’t take long today for you to coax thick ropes of cum to spurt from the pink plush tip, his thighs shaking as his hips jutted forward in a staccato pattern, his toes curling tightly in his socks as the warm release covered your hand and doused his already sticky tip.

His mouth was only slightly agape as his head flopped down to meet your hungry gaze, his chest visibly labored under his emo band t-shirt.

Your heart swelled at the sight of his pretty face, pathetic and fucked out from a simple, single hand job.

“Cutie.” You murmur, smiling before pecking his dick with a soft kiss which caused his whole body to silently jolt, tensing and jerking forward in the chair. Which caused you to giggle, the sound making him crack a small smile on the corner of his swollen lips. Eyes still a daze. You were nowhere close to finished with the boy, not after the look he was giving you.

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[deadgirl-violet]

I love the emo evan

[slut4evanpeters]

Dancing!

cooper day x reader

song i recommend listening to: bullet with butterfly wings by the smashing pumpkins

warnings: none! fluff fluff fluff

word count: 714

notes: excuse the unoriginal title.... ya girl is feeling so uncreative 😞 anyway this is so cute! i hope you guys like this!! vv short tho not what i usually write 😞

The weather was soft with a hint of coolness that October evening, and you found yourself at Cooper’s place, his worn and warm room dimly lit by a lamp sitting in the corner of his room. Cooper sat on the old, creaky couch, fiddling with a CD player that looked like it had survived one too many garage sales. After a moment of static, the unmistakable opening riffs of Bullet with Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins started pouring out, filling the room with that haunting energy.

Cooper’s eyes lit up as the music kicked in, and he gave you a mischievous grin. “Oh, come on, you know you love this one,” he said, the corners of his mouth quirking up in that half-smirk that was so…Cooper.

You couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it!”

He jumped up from the spinning desk chair, his tousled hair falling messily over his eyes, and held his hand out to you. “Come on, dance with me, will ya?”

You hesitated, but his hand stayed outstretched. There was something about the way Cooper’s face softened when he looked at you, like he could care less about the rest of the world as long as you were right there with him.

You took his hand, feeling the callouses on his fingers, and he immediately pulled you close. Cooper wasn’t much for traditional dancing. No, he started with a sway and then, with the beat of the music, he pulled you into a bouncy, exaggerated headbang. You both laughed, bumping into each other clumsily, and he muttered something under his breath about needing a bigger place.

The music blared louder as the song’s chorus hit, and Cooper mouthed along to, “Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage,” his face scrunching up dramatically. He pointed to you with a teasing glint in his eye, pretending to sing to you like he was putting on a show. You both burst out laughing, your cheeks beginning to ache from smiling so much.

“Cooper, you’re ridiculous,” you teased, giving him a light shove as you spun away, only for him to immediately pull you back with a playful look in his eye.

“Me? You’re the one who’s totally into it!” he chuckled, looping his arm around your waist and spinning you dramatically. He was surprisingly good at it, even if he was hamming it up for laughs. “Admit it, this is fun!”

You laughed, trying to hide the grin on your face, but he saw it anyway. He pressed his forehead to yours, and you could feel his breath, warm and close, as he whispered, “You don’t get off the hook that easy.”

As the bridge of the song hit, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a slower, swaying dance, resting his chin on top of your head. The mood shifted for a moment, and you let yourself relax into his embrace, the two of you gently rocking back and forth to the sound of Billy Corgans gritty vocals.

“Hey,” Cooper murmured, breaking the quiet. “I… I like this, you know?”

“Yeah?” you replied softly, looking up at him.

He nodded, his eyes gentle but intent. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t really do this kinda stuff usually, but with you, it just…it feels right.”

You felt a warm flush creep over you, and before you could say anything, he spun you out, making you stumble and laugh as he caught you again. Just like that, the moment was back to being light and playful, the air charged with the same electric energy as the song.

As the song came to an end, Cooper sighed and pulled you into a loose hug, resting his head on your shoulder. “This was fun,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” you agreed, your voice soft. “It really was.”

He looked down at you, his eyes twinkling. “We gotta do this again sometime. Maybe…same time next week?”

Your heart swelled a little, and you nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

With a final squeeze, he let go, and sat back on his chair. The sound of the next track beginning buzzing in your ears as you shared quiet smiles, feeling like you were exactly where you needed to be.

[lostreverb]

luke cooper, cooper day, max cooperman????

[double-features]

THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE- COOPER DAY x READER

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ cooper day x fem!reader

SUMMARY : moody boyfriend x sunshine partner on halloween real not clickbait!! reader convinces cooper to match halloween costumes with her, and landed on a specific mcr related couples costume! <3

WARNINGS : none! :3

GENRE : spooky (not really) fluff

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“Do we really have to dress up together?"

The hundredth complaint I've heard within the past twenty something minutes of hanging out with Cooper 'I'm too dark and edgy to dress up on Halloween' Day.

Just about a week from now was the best time of the year. The atmosphere of fall, along with the childish joy of being given candy just for wearing a costume.. Truly, there was nothing better than Halloween! The crunching of the leaves underneath my feet and the smell of pumpkin scented candles and the carves jack-o'-lanterns on everyones block along the promenade and... Well, autumn is perfect.

“Please? I don't ask for much!” I whined, practically begging, pleading, just for my boyfriend to stop being a stick in the mud and just do this. As much as I loved Cooper, sometimes his stubbornness angered me. “You know it's my favorite holiday!!”

Situated up on top of his mattress, drowsy from all the weed he had consumed just moments before, the grungey brunette kid I called my own lifted his head to stare up at me as I gave him puppy eyes. He hated to admit it, but he knew he couldn't deny my every request. He was just as smitten as I was, the problem was, he didn't show it. Yet, it was a mutual understanding. We both knew that he struggled with that expression, so I never forced him to do anything he didn't want to.

"It's stupid."

With a dramatic gasp, I slapped my hand against my chest and defensively argued. “You're stupid! Man, I totally hate you sometimes”

“You love me. Don't lie.” A snicker escaped his perfectly kissable lips. Man oh man, I usually let Cooper have his own thoughts, but there was no way in Hell I will be seen with a boy who claims to hate Halloween!

Well, joking, I suppose. Cooper was perfect anyways. It's just that the lack of flair he had was so totally irritating.

But that's besides the point.

My casual pacing around his messy room came to a sudden stop as I shot a peculiar eyebrow raise towards him. I sigh while a lopsided smile tugged at my lips, even if he was a bit lame, he still had a way of making my heart flutter.

“Guilty.”

“I know.” His monotonous response made me giggle, the squeaky noise made his gaze soften, those bloodshot eyes scanned over my figure as he sat up from the laying position hee was in for a majority of our hangout.

“Look, Y/N, why can't we just hang out at my house on Halloween? Binge some scary movies, listen to some of my CD's, eat crappy limited edition treats, y'know?”

Eyes narrowed and arms now crossed over my puffed out chest, a pout formed on my features. I knitted my eyebrows together, bottom margin just slightly more pushed out than my upper one, forming a sort of kissy face.. Truly the picture of a clingy teenage girl who just wants her boyfriend to do one thing for her! Yet, he still wanted to deny my poor ol' heart and tell me he wouldn't partake in my antics. Oh the horror!

“..Pleaseeee? Just for a little bit?”

“If I say yes will you shut up?” Despite his normal cold exterior, I knew he didn't mean any harm in his words. Simply Cooper being Cooper.

“Yes. No. Probably not. I'll... Uhmm... I'll buy you some new eyeliner and a new poster if you agree to do this?” I jumped up onto the bed and sat crossed legged next to the angelic boy. My hand reached over to play with his soft brown locks, fingers smoothly combing through the hair. This action alone made his heart rate pick up.

“Babe. You're broke... Eyeliner, poster, and a couple necklaces. Then we have a deal.” He hummed, flickering his coffee colored eyes away from me to avoid contact. I could see the subtle rosy tint that crept up his normally pale face. He truly had it bad for his girlfriend.

“What poster do you want? Interpol? Simple Plan?”

“My Chemical Romance.”

“My Chemic-- since when do you listen to My Chemical Romance?!” My face completely lit up at the revelation.

“Since I listened to their new album. Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge changed my mind on Gerard Way. Besides, you like them. So I figured I would give them a chance. They remind me of you..” He sort of mumbled his words towards the end, as if he was scared of sounding sappy. I loved the sappiness.

Before I could even have time to think, I threw my arms around him and planted a peck on his cheek. He couldn't hide the smile on his face as you did so. “Okay! Deal! I'll get you that stuff. Oh, thank you Cooper! Mwah mwah!!”

"Love you.” Awkwardly wrapping his arms around me to return the embrace, he plopped his head on top of my head and rubbed up and down the small of my back.

“Love you more!”

“Impossible.”

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Halloween day..

As soon as I finished up the last splatter of fake blood on my flowy white dress, I stepped back to admire my work. Thank God Cooper agreed to this, I look great! Homemade costumes were always way funner than those crappy ones that Spirit Halloween sold. Which, happy I chose something niche that Spirit wasn't selling. It just gave me an excuse to create a costume for both me and my boyfriend!

After a couple days of coming up with different ideas, me and Cooper finally had settled on something he would be willing to wear for me. The brainstorming process was grueling, it seemed like every single offer was declined by Cooper.

Edward Scissorhands and Kimberly? Nope! Cooper didn't want to look freakier than he already did.

Beetlejuice and Lydia? Nuh uh. He didn't want to be some old creepy ghost and a teenage girl with his girlfriend. That was weird to him.

Julie and Randy? Not at all. Cooper hated that stupid movie, something about a punk Nicolas Cage just seemed to anger my boyfriend.

Jack and Wendy? Too basic.

Jason Dean and Veronica? I think you get the point by now. Practically every idea I gave was shot down, until the day I delivered the poster I had bought for Cooper in return for doing this couples costume with me.

That's where I came up with the perfect idea; the lovers on the album cover. After all, Cooper said he enjoyed the band now, and it was an easy enough costume to accomplish.. So, here we were!

I stared at myself in my mirror, Cooper in the other room getting himself ready for the night. He decided to come to my house for this, because he knew that if Natalie, or really anybody in his family saw that he was doing a matching costume with his girl? He would not be hearing the end of it.

Reaching into my mirror cabinet, I called out to the boy in the other room. I still haven't seen what he looked like, and he hasn't seen me yet. I already got the white foundation on, but I knew for sure I would need help with the blood. “Baaaabe! Can you come help me with the makeup?”

No response. At first I wondered if he didn't hear me, but as soon as I opened my mouth to yell for him again, the door pushed open.

And immediately, my jaw went slack. The sight of Cooper in the suit? It was stunning. He was literally the most ravishing I had ever seen him before. Eyes widened, I caught myself staring at him for a bit too long. Who can blame me? My boyfriend was total eye candy, even if he didn't realize it.

“You look..” I began, but he cut me off before I could finish my praise.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He approached me and planted a hand on my shoulder. A bright simper spread across my face as I whipped my head to the side to look at him face to face. “What did you need help with?”

“The blood, I don't trust myself enough to do it myself.”

“And you trust me?” His tone was jokingly skeptical. Maybe I was crazy, but this was the best mood he has been in for a good while. Even earlier at school today, he was his usual smarmy self. Yet, now, he seemed rather happy. I could only hope it's because me and him were spending our first Halloween together.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” I repeated again, the same energy I usually gave whilst talking to Cooper. A lot of people thought we were an unusual couple. A conventionally pretty ball of sunshine with a scrawny, mysterious, emo stoner? Yet, we always found a way to prove to others that we were the perfect match.

Which, we were. Y/N L/N and Cooper Day against the world. Tonight was going to be so perfect, I could already anticipate it. He claimed he wanted to only go to a few houses, but we both knew that wouldn't be the case. “Just help me get this fake blood on, idiot.”

“Ask kindly.” With a dimples smirk, he sarcastically denied my demand for assistance.

“Please?”

“Alright, I suppose. You really do look gorgeous, by the way. I don't know if I say that enough.” The compliment made all the heat rise to my cheeks. Cooper was rarely ever a cheesy guy, but when he was, it was always the most genuine affection I've ever heard.

“And you do too, baby. Now stop stalling!”

And with that, he took a seat next to me, and applied the fake red substance to my face. His intense stare as he focused was so..

Perfect. Tonight was going to be so perfect. Spending my favorite holiday with my favorite person in the world was perfect. And all it costed was eyeliner, a necklace, and a My Chemical Romance poster.

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≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ reblogs & likes are always appreciated, keeps me motivated to continue creating :)

A/N : this was actually shit, i a total of zero hours of sleep last night and my mind was genuinely blanking the entire time i wrote this. anyways, first fic posted to tumblr! wowzers!

[gostlyghost]

𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭.

My boy, my boy, my boy...

P.s. Well.. I came back after a little rest that I had arranged for myself. So, let's continue our "show."

and yes.. "The cover" is not the same as usual today.

[frankenkyle19]

[nylaboon]

NUMBER, NUMBER — Cooper Day

"I just hope to God you saved my number / Call me when you can"

— in which you call Cooper with a burner phone to confess your feelings.

cooper day x gn!reader

tags: fluff, friends to lovers, revolves around christmas, second person

note: based on a true story (some dumb shit i did back in middle school), also this feels so half-baked but i get headaches literally everyday and it makes it hard for me to want to write so i wanted to get this out asap. PLUS, i have a two or three part mini series in the works for everyone who has a cooper day fixation like me to make up for it so yayyyy

You truly needed a Christmas miracle to get you out of this sticky situation. Maybe even a prayer too, while you're at it. One thing this experience taught you was to never trust Austin when it came to dating advice. Ever. Because now you were regretting ever going through with this confession. Then again, maybe it was your fault for thinking this would go the way you intended. It wasn't like this was the first time you had to cope with a confession gone wrong, so it was completely on you for even trying.

At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

For future reference, never get someone to tell you the combination for your crush's locker so you can leave a present and an anonymous note with a burner phone number on it. It was creepy and weird, and you somehow hadn't come to that conclusion until now. Not that it even was your idea. That was another reason not to take Austin's dating advice. Sometimes you forget that life isn't some shitty rom-com, but rather a painful test to challenge your ability to not want to put a bullet in your head. In other words, how long it would take for you to completely lose your sanity.

"He's gonna love it, dude!" Those were the exact words that came out of that boy's mouth. So why is it that he came up to you the day after you planted your gift in Cooper's locker saying that he fucked up and now Cooper was paranoid. And looking back on it now, you really couldn't blame him. This was some stalker-type shit; worse than just going up to him and telling him that you liked him straight up.

Now you were laying in bed and staring at the wall wondering why you ever even went through with any of this. Maybe it was all the Christmas spirit people were throwing around getting to your head. That, or you just enjoyed embarrassing yourself. Thankfully, you were on Christmas break, so you wouldn't have to worry about seeing Cooper for the next two weeks. A win and a loss, honestly. One part of you was upset because you'd have to wait a long time to see him again, but the other half was grateful because holy fuck, you'd have to wait a long time to see him again. You didn't want to look him in the eye. Not even in his direction. The same day you left that gift in his locker you avoided him like the plague afterward. You felt embarrassed before Austin told you how he felt about the whole thing, but now you feel both embarrassed and ashamed.

And to make things worse, he hasn't called the number. It's been a day and he hasn't called the fucking number. You were going to lose it. It was like the world was crumbling underneath your own feet the longer you thought about it. The more the thought came to your mind, the more it felt like there were eyes on you. Watching you, judging you.

Screw only Cooper being paranoid; you were both in the same boat now.

You were beyond fucked—or at least it felt like it. So why not just throw in the towel and ease his worries by admitting that it was you who wrote the note? Sure, maybe he'd be freaked out by you, but was that worse than him convincing himself that he had a stalker? Probably. Although, this came to show how much of a good friend you were, right? You were going to be honest with him, even though doing so would probably ruin your entire high school experience. Here's to trying to find good things to distract you from your overall idiotic actions.

Staring down at the screen of your burner phone—that was originally owned by one of your other friends before they got a new one—you hesitated calling. You dialed his number, and now all you needed to do was call him. But you froze up as you thought more and more about the casualties that could happen. After a while, you chose to just leave it be and hope that he eventually forgets about the situation.

Unfortunately for your dumbass, you pressed the call button instead of the back button. You were really fucked now.

Your heart dropped as soon as the phone started playing its usual ringback tone. "Fuck!" You were going to end the call as soon as you realized the mistake you made, but you chose not to. Maybe this was the universe telling you to get it over with so both of you could finally rest somewhat peacefully. You were trying to ignore the churning you felt in your stomach and the annoying voice in your head calling you a dumb fuck for not pressing the right button. What mattered the most was you apologizing.

To your surprise, it didn't take long for him to answer. And just like you expected, you could sense the mild discomfort in his voice. "Hello…?"

"Hey," you answered after a bit of awkward silence. There wasn't a word you could think of to describe how nervous you felt at that moment, mainly because you couldn't think, peroid. "I didn't think you'd answer that fast. Or at all."

Another anguishing moment of silence passed before Cooper spoke up again. "Am I stupid, or is this y/n?" He asked. You brought your finger up to your mouth and anxiously nibbled on your nail. You needed something to fidget with, and your nails were the only thing close by. In response to his question, a weak smile broke out on your face. You weren't smiling because you were happy he recognized you, but rather because you weren't sure how you were going to explain yourself without weirding him out.

"Possibly," you answered vaguely. Not that it mattered. He already knew from the moment you said 'hey'. "Why'd you answer so fast?"

"Why'd you call me with another number even though I already have your actual one?" He countered, to which you scoffed. You couldn't tell if he was being smug just to fuck with you or if he was genuinely curious. "I'm gonna get to that part," you explained, "just… answer my question first."

"Well, honestly, I've been staring at my phone, trying to push myself to call the number in that note, but I was scared of finding out who was behind it."

"Are you still scared now that you know it was me all along?"

"Nah," he answered truthfully. "Not really." That was relieving, at least. "Now answer my question."

"I didn't even mean to call you," you mumbled. "I mean, I did, but then I chose not to, but I accidentally pressed the wrong button, so I just went with it." You heard him snort on the other line and chose to ignore it. "Anyways, I just wanted to apologize for freaking you out... That wasn't my intention at all." You could hear muffled shuffling as you spoke.

"It's cool," the boy said nonchalantly. That was a thing he did a lot: he always tried to seem unbothered because he wanted to earn cool points. It was endearing, but a little annoying when you were fishing for his genuine, honest thoughts and opinions. No matter how many times you called him out for it, he pulled the "What are you talking about?" card and continued to do it. "It didn't bother me that much. I was just a little confused as to how you managed to break into my locker."

As soon as he said that, you spoke up and defended yourself. "That was not me—that was Austin's doing."

"Yeah, that's not hard to believe." With the way he spoke, you could tell he was smiling behind the screen. "You have something you wanna tell me?"

"Not really..."

You weren't mentally prepared to talk about the entirety of the note. All you planned on doing was a simple apology and call it a day afterward. But you knew he wouldn't let this go. You yourself wouldn't even let it go if the roles were reversed, so why should he?

"What do I even talk about?" You asked timidly. "You read the note; you already know. What more do I have to say?"

"Are you gonna ask me how I feel about it, or are you gonna be a coward?"

"Rude!"

"I'm just saying."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, smartass. If you're not a coward then tell me how you feel."

"The same?" He answered almost immediately, without a single thought having to be made. It was baffling to hear for the most part. Baffling but appeasing. You grinned in pure disbelief. "What?"

"I feel the same," Cooper clarified. "About you. Was it not obvious?" It probably was obvious, now that you thought about it. That was the issue, you never thought hard about how he might've felt until now because you were too busy putting yourself down out of pure embarrassment. You hated the thought of being rejected but allowed it to torment you throughout the realization of how much you liked him. If you actually paid close attention to his mannerisms, you most likely would've noticed how nervous and fidgety he got around you, but you never put the pieces together because of the adrenaline you felt talking to him.

"Well no, otherwise I wouldn't be surprised," you answered in a sassy tone, feigning annoyance with his question. "But on a serious note, that makes me really happy to hear."

"Great, now we can do couple things like holding hands in public and making people uncomfortable with unnecessary amounts of PDA," he joked. At least you assumed he was joking. He never seemed like the type to be into PDA, but you never know nowadays. "Are you included in the group of people?" You asked.

"You know me so well." Yep, that checked out. Now you know not to act all lovey in public.

"Well, before we do all of that, I recommend you change your locker combination when you get the chance."

Cooper hummed. "Will do."

written by @nylaboon

[newwavesylviaplath]

i'd let him put it in any hole he wanted. just for the record.

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Oh My Days!

Cooper Day x f!reader

Warnings! Underage intoxication, fluff, way too much fluff

Reupload of a request by my lovely pookie wookie and numba one fan @jazz-berry

“STOP! NO! PLEASE!”

The woman on the TV screamed horrifically, practically piercing my ears from the speakers as she ran from the tall, menacing serial killer chasing after her with a bloodied ax. I jumped a little at the sound, my heart pounding in my chest as my breathing became unsteady. Cooper looked over at me, noticing my frightened behavior that I hadn’t seemed to realize as my eyes were glued to the screen in shock.

He wrapped a caring arm around my shoulder, causing me to look at him and see the gentle expression on his face which helped me rest my nerves a bit and come back to reality.

“Getting a little too invested, huh?” He asks, a small smile on his face.

I blush, a little shy and embarrassed that it had been so obvious I was enthralled.

“Want to watch something else? Is it too scary for you?” He asks, a genuine tone that swells my heart with even more affection for my sweet boyfriend.

I glance between him and the TV and nod.

“Alright. What do you want to watch?” He asks, scanning my face as I thought of an answer for a moment. He made sure to pause the TV, removing the distraction of the continuous bloody-murder screams.

“Can we watch The Princess Bride…?” I mumbled shyly. Even though he was my boyfriend of 3 years now, I was still anxious to ask him to watch corny romance movies and chick flicks with me. He knew that about me though, so he smiled even bigger as if to comfort me as he enthusiastically got up and walked back to the cabinet that was down the hall in his room to find the VHS in his collection. We both knew he had it because eventually he bought all of my favorite movies so we could watch them together. I waited patiently for him on the couch, folding my hands in my lap and swinging my legs over the end of the couch, brushing my socks against the carpet.

That’s when I noticed Cooper’s backpack in the corner of my eye appearing on the end of his side of the couch, now revealed once he got up from his seat. Cooper always carried snacks in his backpack for the both of us, and he didn’t mind that I borrowed the things inside of it. We had a mutual trust and understanding. So it wasn’t unusual for me when I opened the bag and dug through, coming across an opened package of colorful gummies. I had never seen this brand before, assuming it was some sort of off-brand convenience store gummy candy.

I opened the package, not bothering to read the label, and took one of the gummies out to taste it. I popped it in and savored the flavor. It was super fruity and sweet. Pleasantly surprised by the taste, I began eating more out of the bag. I had gotten through half of the bag until I finally had my fill of the super sugary treat. I left the bag on the coffee table, sure that Cooper wouldn’t even bat an eye at it.

He finally came back after scourging through the mess of DVDs, CDs and VHS tapes, The Princess Bride firmly in his hand. I turned my head up to look at him as he got closer to the couch and smirked, flashing his brow up as he shook the VHS gently in his hand. A strange tingle in my stomach that made me feel a little more ticklish than usual, causing the feeling of a trapped giggle in my throat to appear. He flashed another smile back at me as he walked over to the VHS player and took out the other movie, replacing them. Once the movie was set up and began to play, he got back up from the floor to sit back next to me on the couch, sneakily making sure to sit closer than he was before.

That’s when I noticed his eyes dart to the gummy bag on the table, a strange look of confusion on his face I hadn’t expected. He turned to me with that very same look.

“Did you eat those?” He asks in a calm, yet curious voice.

“Yes…” I trail, worrying if I should have to apologize. A pit in my stomach of guilt forming.

“You do know those are…weed gummies…,right?” He raises a brow.

My face drops for a minute and I begin to piece everything together, a flush of embarrassment now washing over my face and turning the apples of my cheeks visibly pink. Cooper knows that I don’t smoke or drink, so he was curious why I had eaten the gummies, or if I had even known.

“N-no…” I stuttered shyly.

“How many did you eat?” He asks, now amused as he chuckles a bit, a quiet smile appearing on his face.

“Like ... .half” I said hesitantly, my voice lowering into a squeak.

“Half of what? A gummy?” He asks quizzically, an open smile on his face as he watches me.

“....the bag..” I squeak in a soft voice again.

There’s a pause of silence and I almost expected him to get mad, but to my pleasant surprise he just begins laughing.

“Oh god, you didn’t!” He wheezes, wiping tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he holds his squeezing stomach as the laughter just keeps coming. My face became even more flushed, but a tickle from his laugh fluttered in my stomach and I began smiling, the smile turning into a giggle, the giggle turning into a fit of laughs. We laughed ourselves tired until our bodies practically couldn’t anymore.

The movie is already 10 minutes in and I wasn’t even paying attention. I lean back against the couch, the weed not even taking full effect yet, so I expected to just be able to sit back and watch the movie and be fine.

“Inkchosheviable…” I slurred in a purposeful ‘comedic’ accent 30 minutes later. I instantly burst into a fit of giggles afterwards and Cooper just looks at me as if he’s already exhausted from my ridiculous behavior.

“Look, look!” I look at him as I point at the TV screen and he just keeps his eyes focused on me, his chin in his hand as he listens to me with a gentle smile and a new amused look in his eyes; like he was curiously invested in how I was reacting to the gummies, yet it was if he was protecting me from making myself look too stupid. I hadn’t been able to realize at the moment because of the giggles bubbling inside of me.

“He…it’s like…he’s kinda reminds me of a…a ... ..a potato!” I instantly began laughing as my words were slow and felt light weight from my mouth. Each ‘joke’ I made was horrible, but from the way I was laughing, it could have convinced anyone it was the funniest joke in the world.

Cooper just continued to sit there and watch, that same protective and watchful demeanor looming over him like an aura.

I stood up from the couch and looked at Cooper, a stupid grin on my face. I grab a pillow and balance it on my head.

“Look, I’m Princess Teacup” I say in a terrible royal accent, I instantly start laughing when I realize I said the name wrong. “Princess Teacup!” I wheezed, kneeling over as I laughed. I lifted back up and placed the pillow back on my head and Cooper finally stood up and came over to me, looming over me as he titled his head down and swiped the pillow off my head.

“Come on.” He says, taking my hand carefully and sitting me back down on the couch.

“You want some water?” He asks, becoming a little concerned as I was acting out like crazy. I just looked up at him with a puzzled look, confused why he wasn’t laughing with me anymore.

“Yeah.” I say after an accidental pause, my gaze fixated on him as he slowly walked over to the kitchen to get me a cup of water.

“Stay there.” He warns with a soft voice, pointing a low finger as he turns his back to me.

I sit there on the couch, bored and patient. I fidgeted and looked around the room, eyes darting as I started feeling strangely lonely, even though I knew Cooper was only in the next room over. The distant sound of cups falling and the refrigerator opening and humming echoing from his presence in the kitchen. My heart sank a little and I felt strangely clingy, wanting to go in there and jump on him and squeeze him until neither of us could breathe anymore.

I felt like a dog left out in the rain, waiting for it’s owner to let them back in. I hated having to sit on the couch and wait for him, I didn’t even feel like watching the movie anymore. Not without him sitting next to me.

“Hey princess, here’s your water.” The words echo in my ears as I lift my head and look over to the doorway to see Cooper walking back over to me with a glass of iced water in his hand. My face instantly lights up as I lift myself up on the couch and take the water gratefully from his hand, my eyes glowing wide as saucers as I planted my gaze on him as I took a sip. He sat down next to me on the couch again and I felt happier than I have in the past two weeks even though I already spent most of that time with him anyways. Guess that’s what being on half a bag of weed gummies does to someone who barely even touched a beer in their life.

Cooper laughs shyly at me as he notices the brightness radiating from my energy now, my eyes boring onto him.

“What?” He chuckles through the syllables in a pillowy manner.

“Nothing.” I chirp in a starkly calm voice compared to before, entranced by the glow of his boba pearl eyes, outlined by the black eyeliner and eyeshadow he had on. “You’re just…so…pretty…” I say slowly, as if dazed by the boy in front of me. His cheeks turn a slight pink, embarrassed by my off-guarded confession.

“You’re seriously high off your rocker, drink your water.” He deflects, his gaze flicking to the glass still in my hand. I joined him and looked down at it before abiding and taking another small sip, and then another, before I was downing the whole glass eagerly.

“Guess I was right about you being thirsty…” He giggles while flashing a small mischievous grin.

“Yeah…” I put the glass down on the coffee table slowly, my words matching the pace. Raising my head back up from the table, I look at him, my eyes a bit more droopy. “I’m real thirsty…” I say, my mouth feeling like my teeth were too big for it when I spoke. Cooper watched me, confused, his eyes scanning my expression.

I leaned forward slowly, placing a warm palm to the side of his neck as I planted my lips onto the other side. I hear his breathing shudder for a moment, his shoulders relaxing, eyelashes fluttering closed as he silences a groan tickling the back of his throat while I plant slow kisses along his neck. He melts quickly like usual, seemingly never changing from the first time we got together. He realized he was getting distracted by my loving attack and instantly his eyes shot open and he grabbed my shoulders, gently pulling me away and removing the latch I had on his neck.

He looks me in the eyes, a stern almost serious look in them.

“You’re high, quit it.” He says, and that’s all I need to hear despite the disappointment. I pouted at him and nodded complicitly.

“Sorry, it’s just…we can do this tomorrow. Let’s just watch the movie right now and wait for it to wear off.” He says, his expression changing like he was worried he had upset me, trying to soften the initial blow of his rejection. It was the first time he had rejected me and my advances before.

I look at him with a soft look, feeling bad for putting him in an awkward spot. I glanced at the TV screen for a moment, flicking it in the corner of my eye and seeing that the movie had already ended.

“Aw man, I missed the ending..” I frowned, instantly distracted by what just happened already. I could feel he was relieved by this and he smiled at me.

“We can rewatch it.” He suggests.

“No, I’m over it now.” I could hear him stifle a giggle and I turned to him, giving a glare that he only categorized as ‘cute’.

“Fine, we can pick another and go to bed.” He shrugs. “So, what are we going to watch?”

We spent the rest of the afternoon and into the night cuddling in each other’s arms, almost still and quiet as we watched movies and chewed on popcorn. The occasional outburst or giggle coming from either of us every 30 minutes that sometimes lead into laughing fits. I think at some point I laughed myself to sleep, because I woke up in Cooper’s bed the next morning, wrapped in the sheets, as he sat leaning as far back as he could in his computer desk chair. His mouth stupidly agape and his neck tilted over the back of the chair, causing me to grin to myself before realizing how shitty I felt.

Guess I needed to learn to be careful reading labels of what’s in Cooper’s bag before I take anything, if we do share it.

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@fear-is-truth @xkaisxjazzxsingerx @lemoniiiiiii @jazz-berry @marchsfreakshow @colinzabelswife

[deadgirl-violet]

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

More Cooper Day art w/ my persona based on that one scene (should have been me fr tho)

[american-horror-whore]

guys would he have fucked w 16 year old me n my super cool shit ⁉️🔥🖤

[l4ngdonsgirl]

cooper would dig livejournal. need a boy blogger boyfriend like him. >:) jk.