detective

true. i don’t sleep much and when i do i don’t.

low life by x ambassadors

Armageddon hands down

Veep and Cheers is pretty good.

𝐁.          𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏    𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓      𝐂.     𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒

even if he never had any type of siblings , he appreciated the connection that he had with cooper , if there was anyone that he felt connected to , it was surely him . ❝ because being a detective it so much more settling . ❞ he quips with a roll of his eyes as he lets his hands seep deep into his pocket . hearing about the paperwork , he simply shrugs his shoulders ❝ the paperwork makes up for the life you just saved or someone that is behind bars because you did your job . back in boston , it felt nice doing what I did but it came to a point where I never really assisted on the cases . I let the second chair take over most of them because it wasn’t something I loved . ❞ he muses towards his best friend ❝ new york has definitely become a challenge but a challenge that I love nonetheless . ❞ he says as he ignores his comment about calling and he stops once he hears her name again ; Chloe . could it possibly be ? they stop at his apartment , the door man nodding his head “ do you need me to send a first aid kit to your room mr. beauchamp ? ” smiling , he nods his head placing a hand on the doorman’s shoulders ❝ that would be outstanding norman . ❞ walking inside , he goes to the elevator and turns to cooper once more ❝ your ex ….. her last name , what was it ? ❞ he crossed his fingers , praising that it wasn’t his chloe.

no matter how busy the two have gotten over the years, cooper and brooks would be bale to call each other out of the blue and would pick up wherever they left off. he laughed a little at brook's next words and nodded his head in agreement "of course it is!" he wasn't sure why, but cooper always felt it was better to talk to a detective than talk to a cop. maybe there wasn't a difference to them, but cooper definitely thought there was. "yeah i know. sometimes i just feel like this job is draining, mentally and physically. sometimes i wish i picked a different profession. but i think after annie died i kind of was drawn to it, you know?" he questioned and then smiled softly as he listened to his friend talk about his days in boston. copper nodded his head in agreement "i figured that out when i was 18. i was up for the challenge though." he shrugged his shoulders and then when the reached brook's apartment, the man realized he must've looked terrible and scary. when he heard the doorman ask about the first aid kit, cooper gave a small smile and then looked at brooks "norman is my hero." he said laughing a little but then looked at him "kai. chloe kai. why" cooper questioned him, looking confused.

cooper–hawkins​:

Chloe’s ears rang as he spoke. She didn’t understand why any of this was happening to her. The tables had turned and she had no way of hiding. Deeply inhaling as he made her feel better about filing in his district, she felt her heart dropped when he finally asked the golden question. Her eyes immediately filled with tears and she felt her cheeks grow warm, meaning they were beginning to flush with color. She hadn’t cried the entire time since all of this happened to her but there was no denying it would happen eventually… and his question triggered her true feelings. 

“I don’t know, Cooper, I don’t know,” she said, wiping the tears streaming down her face. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking around as if it’d help her find an answer. “I loved you. You were… you were a dream at that point in my life, and I fucked it up. That’s just my life. You always deserved better and you can tell the difference between us, clearly, can’t you? I’m a nightmare.”

Cooper was an idiot, there was no dobut about that. He was an idiot and time was never his thing. He tried so hard not to ask her the one question that didn't matter in this moment, but it mattered to him and Cooper finally was hopefully going to get closure. That's all he ever wanted from her, was closure. She broke his heart, his first real heart brake was a bitch and Cooper hated to admit that but it's the truth. He noticed the water form in his eyes and the man felt a lump forming in his throat. He needed to step outside for fresh air but he knew that wasn't possible right now. 

 Taking a deep breath, Cooper swallowed hard and listened to her speak. If there was one thing he still hated the most was seeing her cry, and all he wanted to do was hug her and tell her that it was going to be okay but he couldn't do that, he wasn't hers anymore. "Stop." He whispered softly, and moved a few feet closer to her. He didn't realize how much he missed being around her until now. He forgot that they were friends before they started dating and Cooper missed her friendship "You're not a nightmare Chlo. You just got in a bad relationship with a bad guy. I'm... I'm sorry I didn't fight hard enough for you. I just.. I was just as messed up in college from things.. and I didn't really care about anyone but myself, until I met you. You. you helped me in so many ways you have no idea." He laughed nervously and then looked at her, he cleared his throat and then got all choked up "I loved you too you know. I don't remember if I ever said it back then, but I did. You were.. you were the first person who I truly fell in love with."

cooper–hawkins·:

The idea that his mere existence was an annoyance to Cooper would have made Grayson unendingly proud. Cooper had the same affect on him, but Grayson felt that at least he had enough reason to justify his distaste. Grayson noticed the flinch, his eyes locked on Cooper, tension turning his spine to steel. He liked that, liked the affect he’d forced out of Cooper and knew it was the sort of thing he should feel guilty about, but he’d worry about that later.

"I don’t care,” Grayson shot back quickly, not wanting Cooper to think that for one second Grayson was interested in his excuses. There wasn’t a good enough reason in the world to willingly cause Saylor pain, at least as far as Grayson was concerned.

“Relationship?” Grayson snorted derisively, giving a small shake of his head. “You’re delusional.” Grayson couldn’t believe that there was anything quite so serious between Saylor and Cooper. He trusted too much in their friendship, believed that Saylor would have told him if Cooper had come back into her life in such a meaningful way. “She made a mistake with you once, she’s not going to do it again.” It worried him, though, Cooper’s mention that Saylor had been with him the night before. He didn’t keep tabs on his friend, but he thought that something like running into Cooper again would have ranked high enough on the emotional scale that Saylor would have at least mentioned it to him. He wasn’t naive enough to think that they didn’t keep secrets from each other, but he didn’t think that these were the sort of things she’d keep from him.

As someone who always tried to keep to himself, he had a hard time doing that right now. Grayson was in his face and Cooper hated every minute of it. The man knew he shouldn't of opened up his damn mouth, but he also knew that Grayson wouldn't of stopped if he didn't. Taking a deep breath, the man was really tired of all of this. Cooper was a grown adult, was allowed to do whatever he wanted, be in love with whoever he wanted. According to Grayson however, he couldn't and that really ticked him off. 

 He couldn't take it anymore, all the frustration was building up and Cooper felt like he was going to explode. "You see this"" He questioned, lifting his shirt just a bit to show the other man his badge and Cooper shook his head "I'm a Detective and I got pulled out and went Undercover for a whole fucking year. That's where I was. I left without a word because I couldn't tell anyone. I left without a word to fucking protect her because I'm in love with her" Cooper spat and then felt his chest begin to breath heavy Cooper realized that now wasn't the time to do this, and Cooper realized now was NOT the time to get into a fight. 

He listened to Grayson talk, and Cooper felt a lump form in his throat. He hated this guy, well he didn't, he just hated what he was saying because it was probably the truth. "I.." Stopping himself, Cooper let out a breathe he didn't know he was holding it. There it was, that word again. No one has called him a mistake in such a long time, and Cooper felt all that anger inside im explode. "Fuck off man. You really don't want to be near me right now." He said loudly, his hands still curled up in fists. It was hot in here, and people at the get together were now staring at the two. Cooper looked at him "I'd back away if I were you.."

cooper–hawkins​:

sometimes, after a week of processing cases, izzy just needed to turn her mind off. she longed to slip out of the world of pencil skirts and louboutins and into something far more comfortable. but seeing as she’d just left work, her attire needed to remain the same but her surroundings did not. the bar was familiar, low key, and as she pulled the door open she was looking forward to a drink far more than she wanted to let on. izzy hadn’t been expecting such an intrusion on her alone time when her hazel eyes landed on the man at the bar. her tongue pressed into her cheek and she paused for the briefest of moments, deciding whether or not she actually wanted to *stay*. it wasn’t that she had ill will towards him per se but after a long week, she wasn’t exactly searching for surprises. a soft smile pressed to her lips as she handed herself over to the situation. “*long* time.” she echoed the greeting and slid into the empty seat two down from where he was. “bourbon, neat.” she said to the bartender while she brushed her caramel locks from her shoulders, the tv grabbing her attention. “congratulations.” she offered, her index finger extending in the vague direction of the news. “must be popular in your department, hm?”

cooper had slept around a lot throughout his lifetime. he did it to try and feel something, and sometimes it didn't work and the man always felt like there was something wrong with him and there probably was. it didn't help that his father and two older brothers always questioned him and reminded him when he was younger. izzy buchanan was someone he met on a whim. she was breath taking and cooper was still confused as to why she would ever choose him. they dated for a while, fooled around but the man realized he was a bad influence on her so he wanted to make sure that she was safe, safe from him and his messed up life. that's why it hurt a little to let her go. she was the most fun he had with, and the man always wondered if she was good, doing better than when he was with her. he hated the fact that he put her in harms way. as she sat down two seats next to him, cooper looked at her and smiled. she looked the same but different and its been a while, so running into her was a surprise. as izzy ordered her drink, he smiled again "same drink as always, huh?" he questioned and then took a swing of his beer and swallowed hard "thanks." was all he can say and then took a breath "not really." shaking his head, cooper finished his beer and felt the alcohol burning his throat "How are you?" he questioned, and then paid attention to the tv again. “You look good.” He said quietly 

HAWKINS, COOPER —

          There was something off since Cooper’s return, an unsettling mood Scout had been familiar with since she’d known him but had enough common sense not to pry over unless he was the one who started talking. As the brunette scratched the back of her neck, a small yawn escaped her throat and mouth before she finished smoothing the loose fly away hairs from her messy bun. Her tired hand lazily thumbed to the next page of her report, stifling another low yawn all to herself as she scanned it over, rereading the same paragraph over and over until it felt like the words were bleeding into each other. Cooper’s sudden announcement could not come any sooner and Scout looked up with her dimpling smile. “You really have the key to my heart, you know that?” She snorted and aligned her reports by stacking them in a pile over her desk. “I need a break anyway. I’ve had emails back and forth between my lawyers and Alex and… now? Four hours of interrogation without a confession? No arrest? Fuck.” She made an exaggerated pouty face before squeezing her shoulders together. “Shall we?”

Scout knew him. She knew him better than he knew himself and sometimes it scared him, but that was what he loved about her. She was his best friend, and the man knew that she wouldn't press him to talk and he knew that she knew he would eventually talk to her. Some things happened while being under, and he didn't know how to deal with it. The case hit too close to home, and he didn't feel like talking about it or thinking about it. Watching her from across his desk, he stole a pen just to bother her and the man finished writing up his reports. He took a deep breath, and let out a frustrated groan but then smiled when he heard her talk "Of course I do. Why do you think our relationship, partnership and friendship has worked for so many years?" He joked a little but was being half serious, and Cooper looked at her, god she was beautiful. He still thought she was beautiful and Cooper shook the thought out of his head and let out another laugh "Speaking of.. he probably hates me now for choosing you but it's always going to be you." Realizing what he just said, cooper whispered "shit" under his lips, as quiet as possible and bit the bottom of his lips. Clearing his throat, Cooper stood up and grabbed his jacket, putting it on. He then grabbed hers and handed it to her "We shall. Shall we get wasted when we get back to my place?" Cooper grabbed the rest of his things and started walking out of the  bullpen, he looked over at her and smiled. She was the only constant thing in his life. 

That’s a complete false. Ive only been in love once, and that was with someone from college.