Jay Halstead can arrest me any day of the week.
Instagram Captions Below (Cooper does not take social media seriously)
ONE: Austin & Cooper. That's it. That's the caption.
TWO: Hunter & Cooper on a mission.
THREE: WINTER IS COMING.
FOUR: Have a Cigar why don't ya?
FIVE: When you're semi friends with your ex. Hi Noora
SIX: Cooper, Hunter & Jolie take on a game. What game? I don't know.
SEVEN: Alexandra stop starring at me.
EIGHT: Austin needs help.
NINE: Everyone meet Thor, this is my sisters dog. Not mine. I told her not to get a dog but does she listen? No.
closed stater for: @wickcdmind
location: memorial gala // the suites
The man was plastered beyond compare. He wasn't a Detective anymore, there were was no God damn need to worry about getting caught on the job. He was at a party and Cooper was there to party. Usually a loaner, being apart of the Jade Menaces helped him in the aspect of coming out of his fucked up shell that childhood traumas had created for him. He had somehow met Frankie. Wasn't sure if it was a good thing. She was a Syndicate and he was a Jade Menaces. It was messy, they were messy, he was messy. Cooper took a deep breath and downed the rest of his alcohol and knocked on her door "Frank. Frankie open up. It's me." He said for a moment and then continued with "Hope youre in somethin decent... or not."
It had been such a long time since Cooper had seen Brooklyn. The last time he'd seen her the man made a complete fool of himself. There was no happy medium when the forty year old was wasted beyond compare. He was either a sloppy, emotional mess or he was a hot-headed asshole. Sadly for Brooklyn that day, the man was a sloppy, emotional mess. The man tried to avoid her ever since. Trying to stay as quiet as possible to not say anything else even more stupid, Cooper nodded his head "You look beautiful." Was all he could say because it was the truth. He was surrounded by beautiful women in New York. Clearing his throat, Cooper folded his arms across his chest and nodded his head "It's alright. Last night I got stupid drunk and have had a massive headache all day. " Bitting his lips out of habit, Cooper continued with "Anyone I need to beat up for you? Cause you know I will." He said honestly but then nodded once more "A drink. But uh.... don't let me get the way I did last time."
Location: Gala Status: Closed @coopereliashawkins
"Fancy seeing you here." she hummed as she approached Cooper. " hope your night has been progressing better than mine." She was over the public interaction. She wanted nothing more than to head home. "A drink?"
ever since i woke up this morning i knew i’d be excited to go to bed again
closed starter for: @mirayaslan
location: memorial gala // the suites
The weekend had come and gone, it was almost 4:00 PM in the city that never sleeps and while they still had a few more days left of the Gala, he knew that he needed a day to recover from last nights activities. It was nothing serious, Cooper just got wasted beyond compare and while he knew Miray was here, the lady sniper of the Jade Menaces, he wanted to see her for a while. Clearing his throat, Cooper rapped his knuckles on the door and opened his mouth to speak "M. I need to discuss something with you, open up. It's Hawkins. Let me in."
anonymous requested: jay halstead + favourite outfits
“You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.”
— Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)
cooper elias hawkins forty single former nyc detective currently unemployed southport, north carolina
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