heavydirtysoul

burning eyes and cigarettes

[rcdlips]

erroriism:

cooper gave her a look, one that painted his face in a way to let her know she was being too ridiculous for words to even describe. “so, is he going to eat only seafood for his entire life until he can learn to cook on his own? y’know, that might scar him for life. he’ll tell a therapist one day, “yeah, my mom only let me eat seafood growing up. i think that’s why i have an octopus fetish.”— it will totally mess him up.” he groaned slightly at the contact, his hands going around her waist again, holding her there tightly. he knew exactly what she was insinuating, but he wanted to play along just to see what her could get her to say. “oh, yeah? do you wanna watch an episode of parks and rec on netflix?”

her brows stitched together again as he spoke, rolling her eyes as he got progressively more ridiculous. “i grew up eating seafood most the time. am i fu--don’t answer that,” she quickly clarified, laughing to herself. his grip grew tighter on her waist and she grinned again, loving what she was doing to him. “parks and rec?” she mused, laughing lightly. “hmm, i was thinking something a bit more, uh, vulgar?”

[claireluisa]

I’m picturing us on rooftops in strange cities, with strange people, and us. Always us.

(via headfiirst)

[rcdlips]

erroriism:

“i’m almost completely sure that’s not how fish work, honey,” he said with a smirk. “they don’t have dicks…” he added, shaking his head. “what, are you just gonna feed him fish all the time? oh, lord above, my kid is gonna starve to death,” he joked, looking up at the ceiling and making a cross on his chest. he let out a soft sigh at the sight of her blushing, and then wrapped his arms around her back when she nuzzled against his neck, making him smile and tingle inside.

“um, how would you know? have you ever talked to a fish before?” she said, her tone mockingly harsh. “hey, and shrimp. maybe lobster? listen, there are lots of seafood, okay? and they’re all great, thank you,” she added, laughing lightly. she grinned against his neck as he sighed lightly, her hand resting on her thigh. “y’know,” she began, a mischievous tone to her voice, “it only takes about half an hour for them to get here.”

[rcdlips]

erroriism:

“yeah, but…you can’t cook…” he muttered, pretending to pout. “are you going to just feed my kid take-out all the time when he gets older?” he questioned, raising a brow. he let out a breath through his nose at her, bringing his knee up to jostle her playfully on his lap. “i know, i love you too, doofus. well, someone’s gotta.”

“i know how to make some things. i can make him very nice salmon because salmon are assholes. they’re always yelling at me like complete fishdicks, it’s so goddamn rude,” she said, going off on a ridiculous tangent without even realising it. “thanks,” she muttered, a blush rising to her cheeks once again. she knew how much he loved when she blushed so she immediately buried her head in his neck, her nose brushing the skin.

[rcdlips]

erroriism:

“you’re like honestly not even wife material at all, what am i doing?” he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist. he hummed with satisfaction as she kissed at his jaw, his grip on her hip tightening a little bit as he sighed out happily. “yeah, well…sometimes those act as a little barrier and i miss the sweet bertha who actually takes cares of her injured boyfriend.”

“not wife material? excuse me, i’m helping you raise your kid. you better shut up with that bullshit, babe,” she said, laughing lightly. his fingers dug more tightly into her hip and she smirked at him, knowing exactly what she was doing. “well the barrier is down now, so don’t worry. anyway, i love you, ya dingus. i’ll always take care of you.”

[inactiveeeeebtw]

when ur bestie is tryin to look cool in public and u gotta keep it real and make sure everyone knows how much u love em

[rcdlips]

erroriism:

cooper watched with loving eyes and a slight smile on his face as b placed the order, chuckling slightly when she hung up. “aw, that’s nice,” he said. “i’m not surprised though, we order from there probably twice a week. they probably think we can’t cook or something!” he couldn’t help the loud laugh that fell from his lips as she almost toppled over, and was still smirking at her when she gave him a gentle kiss. “oohhh, there’s my sweet girlfriend,” he gasped, pulling her by the waist so she fell to his lap.

"well, i mean, we can’t cook. the chinese and thai places also know our orders. the only thing i can cook is seafood and that feels like some sorta betrayal,” she mused, laughing as he pulled her into his lap. “hey, i’m always your sweet girlfriend. sometimes i’m just buried under layers of angst and stubbornness,” she clarified, a knowing grin on her face. she kissed at his jawline absentmindedly and wrapped her arm around his neck.

[rcdlips]

erroriism:

cooper flinched backward from her sudden death glare and it startled him that she was suddenly so serious. that was usually his cue to pull it back a little and stop messing with her. he was glad when she laughed though, the sound a bright bubbly laugh that caused him to smile along with her as it sounded so beautiful to him. “okay, i seriously want pepperoni, mushrooms, green peppers and olives. there, happy?”

“sounds good,” she said, laughing again as she dialled domino’s number from memory. by now they had their order remembered, and when bertha began reciting what he wanted on the pizza, the person on the other line laughed and said they’d be over soon. “shawn remembered us. how sweet,” she commented, looking at him and laughing. without a second thought she jumped off the counter -- nearly falling over in the process -- and walked over to him, giving him a soft peck on the lips.

[rcdlips]

erroriism:

“mission accomplished,” he muttered to himself, leaning back in his chair with a smile. though they threw absurdly strange pet names back and forth at each other, cooper’s favourite thing in the world was making bertha blush and smile. “are you going to order the pizza now, darlin’?” he questioned in a mock-condescending tone.

the glare bertha issued to cooper was unlike any she’d thrown at him before. usually her glares were playful, but this had every inkling of a serious glare. she grabbed her phone with a huff and then laughed, unable to keep the charade up. “what do you want on your pizza? and be serious this time, asshat, otherwise i’m gonna order you a pizza without cheese and only marinara sauce.”

[ballseyhalsey]

[the-d0pest-one-deactivated20221]

[rcdlips]

erroriism:

“you’re mean,” he retorted as he sat down at the kitchen table, leaning his crutches on the wall next to him. “i’m injured, you’re supposed to do everything i say and take care of me and give me whatever i want,” he whined, purposefully sounding like a child as he did so. “i want anchovies and pineapple and all the gross things you hate,” he laughed, not being able to keep up the small act. he looked over at her, her tiny feet dangling from the counter and smiled. “the kitchen light is above your head, and it looks like a halo.”

"now you’re just being an infant,” she muttered, giving him a tiny smile through her stubborn façade. “you’re whining more than your son, who’s a few months old, so that’s quite the feat you’ve accomplished, jackass,” she said, the smile growing. when he mentioned what the light looked like, she looked down immediately and began to blush, unable to stop the rose colour rising. “shut up,” she muttered, looking at up him through the hair falling in her face.

[rcdlips]

erroriism:

“yeah, i know,” he mused, grinning madly and extremely pleased with himself over-all. he loved getting his way with b, mostly because she was so stubborn and rarely relented to him. pizza was a small victory, but it was one he would cherish after his cast came off and she could boss him around again. not that he ever minded, because he adored being at her every beck and call. “yeah, some anchovies,” he said with a smirk.

at the mention of anchovies, b wrinkled her nose and turned to him with a glare. “you know i’ve spoken to anchovies before. they’re actually super nice,” she said angrily, her brows knitting. in a small part of her head b knew cooper was probably screwing with her, but she was blinded by idea of anchovies on her pizza. “you’re disgusting,” she added quickly, hopping up on the kitchen counter with her arms crossed.

[uglyrot-deactivated20181207]

[halseysource]

‘I care about a lot of things. Homeless people, sick friends, heartbreak, mostly strangers. The empathy is great to write songs with but makes it hard to live sometimes because my head is noisy with the buzz of the emotions of the people around me.’

[rcdlips]

erroriism:

“that’s a lie and you know it,” he teased as he moved past her, watching as she quietly shut the door to the nursery. he flashed her a small grin, swinging on his crutches like a small child. “oh, hell yeah,” he replied, thinking of how good the pizza would be. “and we have to get pineapple on it,” he demanded. “i’m the invalid, so i get to pick.”

“y’know, coop, you are extremely lucky that i love you,” b said, sighing heavily at the thought of pineapples on her pizza. it was probably her least favourite pizza topping, but since cooper was the one on crutches this time, pineapples were going to be on the pizza. “anything else? because i’m also craving their stuffed cheesy bread considering pineapple will be nowhere near it.”

[rcdlips]

erroriism:

“aw, come on,” he exclaimed, throwing his free hand up in the air. “i thought that you were always susceptible to my wooing?” he questioned, giving her a slight pout. going back over to the rocking chair, he picked up his crutches and sighed a little as they alleviated the stress on his foot. “of course you want pizza,” he said, rolling his eyes. grabbing the baby monitor, he swung his way back over to her, giving her a huge grin.

cooper always tried to woo his away out of situations he managed to find himself in, and though he insisted on telling b that it worked, they never did. “how many have we talked about this, coop? i’m invincible,” she stated, laughing lightly as he carefully hobbled over to his crutches. almost immediately he looked relieved by leaning on the crutches and she smiled faintly. seeing him in pain was one of her least favourite things, especially when it was because of a broken foot he sustained in the dumbest way. “domino’s good?” she asked, slightly turned towards the hallway.