#burger date

Date

Nothing. It’s just … You could eat a vegetable. Ketchup’s a vegetable.

Burger Date

Harold Cooplowski (Coop) x Female!Reader | Fluff | 900+ Words

The smell of grease, grilled beef, and crispy fries filled the air the moment you stepped into Fat Joey’s Big Belly Burger Shack. It was exactly the kind of place you’d expect Coop to love—a huge, neon-lit diner with a menu that bragged “Home of the Monstrosity—12 patties of pure beef heaven” in bold, grease-stained letters.

Coop, of course, was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Aw man, you are gonna love this place." His big hand landed on your back, guiding you toward the counter with all the giddiness of a kid in an arcade. "I’m tellin’ ya, nobody makes a better double bacon triple cheese than Big Joey."

You chuckled, glancing up at him. “You sure you don’t own stock in this place?”

"Pfft, I wish." Coop smirked, already scanning the massive overhead menu. "I’d get free burgers for life."

You could already hear his stomach growling.

Despite his usual slacker energy, when it came to food, Coop took things seriously. He stepped up to the counter, one thick forearm resting against it as he greeted the cashier—a lanky teenager who barely looked awake.

"Yo, lemme get a Quadruple Beastmaster, extra bacon, extra cheese, triple-stacked fries, two chili dogs, and uh—" He turned to you. "What’re you gettin’?"

You blinked. "How do you have room for all that?"

"What can I say?" He patted his belly proudly. "This temple needs maintenance."

You rolled your eyes but smiled. Classic Coop. You ordered a regular burger and fries (y’know, like a normal person), and the two of you grabbed a booth near the window. The faint hum of neon signs bathed the table in warm reds and yellows, and outside, Megas was parked in the lot, way too big for any actual parking space but looking cool as ever.

Coop immediately sprawled out, one big arm over the back of the booth, his fingers idly tapping against your shoulder as he leaned back.

"Man, I’ve been craving this all day."

"Do you ever not crave burgers?" you teased, resting your chin on your hand.

He grinned, looking at you for a second too long before shrugging. "I mean, I could be craving somethin’ else."

Your face heated at the way he smirked—completely unintentional flirtation, or was he actually doing that on purpose?

Before you could respond, the food arrived.

And holy hell.

Your burger looked normal, but Coop’s plate? It was a literal mountain.

"You’re actually gonna eat all that?" you asked, half in awe, half in terror.

"Babe, please," Coop said, already unwrapping his burger. "Have a little faith."

And with that, he went to town.

You’d seen Coop eat before, but this was an art form.

He picked up the Quadruple Beastmaster—a burger so massive it should’ve come with a legal waiver—and took the biggest bite imaginable, eyes rolling back like he’d just found inner peace.

"Mmmmph. Ohhh yeah. That’s the stuff."

You snorted. "Coop, you sound like you just had a religious experience."

"That’s ‘cause I did." He pointed at the burger like it was a divine gift from above. "Look at this thing. It’s perfect. The meat-to-bun ratio? Immaculate. The cheese? Melty as hell. The bacon?" He took another bite and groaned. "Crispy perfection."

"I feel like I should be jealous of that burger right now."

Without missing a beat, Coop grabbed a fry, dipped it in cheese, and held it up to your lips.

"Here. Try it."

You blinked. Oh. Okay.

You leaned in, taking the fry between your lips, the cheese still warm. It was good—really good—but the real distraction was the way Coop watched you. His usual goofiness softened just slightly, his gaze lingering like he was actually enjoying feeding you.

…Was he doing that on purpose?

You swallowed, your cheeks warmer than they should’ve been. "Okay, yeah. That’s good."

"Told ya," he said, popping another fry into his mouth like nothing had happened.

Your stomach did stupid little flips.

Half an hour later, Coop had somehow eaten every last bite of his food. He leaned back with a satisfied sigh, stretching his arms—one of which ended up behind your shoulders again.

"Man, I should get a nap after this."

"You just woke up like four hours ago."

"Yeah, and?"

You rolled your eyes, but then his hand absentmindedly started rubbing small circles against your shoulder.

Your brain shut down.

He wasn’t even looking at you—just staring out the window at Megas like casually touching you was totally normal.

It was NOT normal.

Your stomach flipped. He was warm, solid, comfortable—and if you leaned just a little closer, you could rest your head against his chest and pretend like this was a real date.

…Wait. Was this a real date?

You swallowed. "Hey, Coop?"

"Mm?"

"…Is this a date?"

Silence.

Coop blinked, turning to look at you, his hand freezing mid-rub.

His face turned red.

"Uhh—" He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean. You wanted burgers. I wanted burgers. We’re eating burgers."

"That didn’t answer my question."

Coop hesitated. Then, with a grin that was both cocky and a little shy, he shrugged.

"I dunno. You want it to be?"

Your heart skipped an entire beat.

This idiot.

You grabbed a fry, popped it into your mouth, and smirked. "Guess that depends on whether or not you buy me dessert."

Coop’s grin widened. "Babe, say no more."

And just like that, he was waving the cashier over for a milkshake—

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