#ofthehappygenerations

[buckstopped]

@ofthehappygenerations continued from here.

❝Do you have anything useful to say?❞

Harry says, bitingly, an injured animal snapping at anything and anyone that stopped to help it. It wasn’t like there weren’t many people who tried to reach out to him and pull him back from the edge but he drove them back with the agility of a matador. He felt like the whole town was rubbernecking and watching him like he was a slow dreadful motor-crash. And he didn’t appreciate it.

He rests his head on the desk once more, eyes fixed on the familiar wood grain. He didn’t like leaving the office anymore. He was safe in his wood-paneled shag-carpeted kingdom. Here there were things to do, people to talk to, stimulus of many kinds. Home was a place of desolation where the only thing to do was think and the only thing to think of was them. Him and her. Especially him. God forbid he isn’t around if and when Cooper comes back.

That’s why he’s there, that’s why he’s stopped drinking, that’s why he’s sitting in his office even when he feels the sickest he’s ever felt. He has to be there in case something happens. It’s just that he feels so damn terrible today he wonders if Hank Williams wasn’t woofing when he insinuated you could die of a broken heart. It’s the hope that keeps him from dropping dead on the spot, sheer will power that keeps his heart pumping and his mind going.

❝Go find someone else to pick on, Albert. I’m not in the mood.❞

[misterjackpcts-blog]

“Can you shut up for five seconds?”

“Can you…” Sentence Starters

Had Albert Rosenfield just told him to shut up? It wasn’t out of character for the other man to do so, but to do it to him? That was new. Jaw slowly closing as he sank back into his seat, Dale motioned for the other to continue, not that he really had any room to speak given what the other had just told him to do.

[spookyagentfmulder]

ofthehappygenerations replied to your post “A year? It’s seriously been almost a year? Jesus, it’s like I ended up...”

I don't know, DID you fall into a wormhole? A bubbling well in the woods? Found a portal in somebody's basement?

Sir, I don’t know how you got that information but that’s classified.

[damnfinecup]

@ofthehappygenerations - CONTINUED FROM HERE

Cooper, epitome of cool and collected that he truly is, keeps that deer in headlights look plastered to his face, and he’s waiting for Albert to say something else, anything else, only to realize that Albert is waiting for him to speak, and now there’s been a good handful of seconds dedicated to awkward silence, and ----

Dale’s gaze drops.  The ball is stuffed into his inner coat pocket - he looks ashamed.  Embarrassed.  He glances back at Albert, mouth opening slightly as if he is going to say something.  Shuts it.  Opens.  Shuts.  Dale’s eyes flicker around, wondering if anyone is here to see, if anyone is paying attention to this interaction.  Then, he turns back to Albert, though he can’t quite keep his eyes raised higher than the agent’s chest for more than a second at a time.

Cooper presses the pads of his fingers together, tapping them together gently a few times.  “Don’t tell Gordon.”

[woolfcried]

       ‘the winter sky... how can anyone SLEEP?’ to be fair, it was likely either to sleep when you didn’t drink so much strong coffee.

@ofthehappygenerations ( no one else / natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 )

[totheedge]

sometimes windom calls albert “alfred” and generally takes all of the resulting insults with a cheshire grin

albert:  you fucking moron, you fucking ignoramous windom:  oh alfred i do so love intellectualizing with you, but i must see to spending my time on things with at least some minor importance to them, buddy

[goodhotblackcoffee]

@ofthehappygenerations

Time since Dale’s birthday seems to have blurred. The domesticity of their stay in Harry’s home almost felt like a thick blanket over his thoughts and actions which made it very hard to keep his original rise and shine schedule. Yes, he was healing and was allowed his freedom to sleep, eat and be merry but there was something off about the whole thing.

A gentle touch. A warm hand to Albert’s shoulder grips in order to get the other man’s attention. Deep brown eyes filled with cautious concern search Rosenfield’s face as Cooper tries to find his words.

“...Albert,” He begins, that name always a solid footing, “I’d like to speak with you, for a moment. If you have time.”

[dontget-sentimental]

@ofthehappygenerations: picking up from here.

Dale shivers at that first, gentle brush of Albert’s lips against his skin, unable to tear himself away from the sight. Albert’s face is taut with concentration and he’s never looked so beautiful as when he sucks Dale’s fingers into his mouth and, God, to feel that mouth kissing every inch of him, to run his own hands across Albert’s body and make him whimper with surprise and pleasure, like Dale can’t stop himself from doing now - all his efforts to regain his composure undone by nothing more than the feel of Albert’s teeth nipping his knuckles. Arousal floods him until he aches, and suddenly all he can think about is getting down onto that bed and kissing Albert ragged, burning away every lingering trace of doubt.

“Albert, I’m… not hungry anymore.” It comes out a hoarse whisper. Another shiver runs through him, hot and cold at the same time, and Dale burrows his other hand into the fabric of Albert’s shirt, resisting the urge to tug at the buttons, peel him out of that suit /right now/. “I know you wanted to take this slow, and I swear to you I tried, but I don’t know if I can…” He swallows, unable to hold back a grin that he imagines must look manic. “Oh, I would very much like to make love to you, Albert… Please tell me the feeling is mutual.”