#coopheir

[fmn-a]

“Good luck finishing your game.” ( WHAT IS SHE DOING? )

SEX ON THE COUCH | @coopheir

As his thumb slipped on the controller, John swore under his breath. Holding the controller in one hand, he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. He could do this. He could focus. Betty would not get under his skin this time. With gritted teeth, he turned his attention back to his game. He could do this… maybe.

[ofinsecuritiies]

❝ DON’T GIVE ME THAT LOOK! ❞ caroline whines, bottom lip sticking out in a small pout as she keeps her gaze fixed on the brunettte. flipping the switch was truly amazing! if this had happened whilst she had her emotions on, caroline would be FREAKING OUT because she’d gotten caught feeding. but she didn’t and she wasn’t worried in the slightest. truth be told, she actually WANTED to see the other try and run away. it’d only end with caroline sinking her teeth into her pretty little neck. ❝ a girl’s gotta eat, sweetie. ❞ 

@coopheir ♡’d for a NO HUMANITY starter

[lovebleda]

   head  tilts  to  the  side,  ruby  lips  parted  lightly  in  confusion.  veronica  hates  it  feeling  out  of  the  loop  but  sometimes,  around  betty,  it  happens  more  often  than  she  cares  to  admit.  the  blonde  just  seems  so  much  smarter  than  she  ever  will  be  and  it  stings.  yet  veronica  does  not  say  anything,  twisting  her  confusion  and  presenting  it  as  curiosity  --  asking  questions  as  if  she  is  interested  and  not  completely  lost.  “i’m  sorry,  what?  are  you  sure  that’s  a  good  idea,  betty?”  the  brunette  inquires,  eyebrows  furrowing  slightly.

@coopheir     :     starter     call.

[fmn-a]

“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”

THE MEME | @coopheir

A cloud of cigarette smoke passed John’s lips after a long exhale. He flicked his ashes onto the ground, raising an eyebrow at Betty. ❝ Peaceful? I dunno about that. But whenever it does come, I won’t be scared either. ❞ His life was based solely off survival. Dying… had never been an option for him. His dad sacrificed everything to make sure of that. Taking a final puff from his cigarette, he flicked the butt of it on the ground and stomped it out.

[a-destroysworlds]

            »      chin rests on hands,     oceanic hues glancing up at the night sky.   the soft flame of the fire illuminates the shadows and crevasses of her face,    the evening air unsettling upon her skin,    yet she was at peace,         ❛       . . .  you and me we got the world in our hands.      ❜       she mutters,    glancing towards the other momentarily,    /   @coopheir

[reformedsnake]

“A little bird told me you were working on some new spells.” FP cocked a brow at the woman as he took his helmet off and set it on the handlebars of his bike. ( @coopheir )

[artofbeingperfect]

@coopheir liked for a NSFW thing

Painted fingertips trail down the blonde’s back until she starts to unzip the fabric. She lets the fabric fall off frame, stepping out of it before turning to face the female. “You sure this is what you want?”

[swcctserpentarchive]

😉 ( oops )

NONVERBAL STARTERS ✘ ACCEPTING ✘ @coopheir

😉 pull my muse in by the hips.

       ❝   feelin’ frisky, huh, coop?   ❞   he’s not about to complain. sweet pea goes willingly, lets betty press herself up against his front, smirking when he feels her hands slipping under his shirt, sliding up his sides. she pauses right where he knew she would, and he takes a step back, holding up a finger in a wait gesture when her face falls in a confused frown.   ❝   hold up, babe,   ❞   he murmurs, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and dragging it up, over his head. he tosses it toward the hamper in the corner, figuring he’s not gonna need it again tonight, no matter how this goes down. and he fights the urge to cross his arms over his chest, to hide from her. he’s not exactly a self-conscious guy, and he’s not ashamed of his scars, but this one… this one he hates. it’s long, and it’s jagged and raised, and it’s ugly. but he forces himself to leave his arms by his side, hands flexing, unable to stay still. 

      betty doesn’t look disgusted, or horrified, just… softly curious, maybe a little worried, and she reaches out to smooth her fingertips over it. the gentle touch makes him shiver, and he’s the one to reach for her this time, to draw her in close. she wraps her arms around his waist, rests her head against his chest. he wonders if she’s listening to his heartbeat, because his heart’s slamming against his ribcage hard enough to make him worry it’s gonna burst.   ❝   got it during a fight,   ❞   he tells her, voice hushed,  ❝   some guy had a knife…   ❞