joe “coop” cooper x fem!reader x doug remer
a/n :: I LOVE BASEKETBALL i literally have watched it so many times + im a coop girl 🤭
warnings :: swearing, coop n remer being coop n remer
ever since you moved into a cheap little neighborhood in milwaukee, you’ve found yourself concerned with your next door neighbors. just two twenty-something year olds with nothing to do apparently, as signaled by the fact that all they appeared to do was shoot hoops in their driveway and cause a racket with their pets.
although they admittedly dressed like bums, you had a thing for them. how could you not? there was something about them.
despite their good looks, you could not stand the noise they made. their dog growled whenever you walked past their house, the cat hissed and mewled throughout the day, and you could even hear crude jokes from the thin walls of the cheaply built houses.
on one particular summer evening, you decided you had enough of their ruckus as you heard non-stop blowtorch noises.
what are they doing?! you frowned, slipping on your shoes and stomping over to the house next door.
you stood at their door, tapping your foot and crossing your arms. whoever was in there took their sweet time coming to the door. it felt like you had waited there for hours.
finally, a blond opened the door, sporting goggles covering his eyes and a blowtorch in his hand, “oh, hey, we’ve never actually talked before, miss…?”
“y/n l/n. i just wanted to know what you’re doing.”
“joe cooper, “coop”, and uh, just some building.” he says, quickly taking off the goggles and tossing the torch to the side.
you just nod, “ehm, well could you please keep it down? i have work to do.”
“oh, yeah, sure,” coop said, “i never really see you that often. what do you do?”
“i’m looking for a job still…” you sheepishly reply.
coop gives you a tiny smile, “i’m sure you’ll find a job! it can’t be that hard.”
“i don’t actually have a job either…”
steps from another person were starting to get louder. you could hear another man yapping at coop, who was obviously very embarrassed. his face was dusted with a light pink.
“coop, man! you gotta start cleaning the hairs off the soap bar! and what happened to the la-z-boy? what happened to my baby???”
coop closed the door a bit, “would you excuse me for a sec?”
despite him closing the door, you could hear both guys shouting.
“you’re the one who decked the la-z-boy!”
“there’s a chick outside!”
a few seconds later, a man with curly hair and a set of glasses opened the door, “hi miss l/n, we’re really sorry for the disturbance. if there’s anything i could do—”
“—we could do.” coop butted in.
you looked down, tapping your foot on their porch, before glancing back up. god, they were attractive. “it would just be great if you guys could keep it down.”
you were turned, facing your house. before you stepped past their driveway, coop called after you.
“hey! you said you needed a job right?”
remer piped up, “we’re making this new sport, and if you want we could pay you to be a cheerleader to promote it. you’d be great.”
“y-yeah. you’d be perfect.” coop chirped.
you grinned at them, noticing how rosy their cheeks were. you told them you would sleep on it before making your way back to your house. it honestly didn’t seem like such a terrible idea…
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