bcoopernews, WHAS, spook_me
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#1) bcoopernews - a feed I syndicated of Bradley Cooper News at Wordpress. I ♥ him a scary amount. I made myself a new banner (trascendenza if you’re curious) and I find myself just constantly staring at it and forgetting what I was doing. Me and blue eyes, man. We’re like the hypnotist and the chicken ( Read more... )
#1) bcoopernews - a feed I syndicated of Bradley Cooper News at Wordpress. I ♥ him a scary amount. I made myself a new banner (trascendenza if you’re curious) and I find myself just constantly staring at it and forgetting what I was doing. Me and blue eyes, man. We’re like the hypnotist and the chicken ( Read more... )
Excerpt:
“Oh, Captain, my Captain,” he purred, stroking his palm down Mal’s strong and steady arm. “If only you know the trials I have endured to come to you.”
Mal, his manly biceps tightening and brow furrowing in anger, took out his gun. “Anyone I can kill for you, darlin’? You know I do love it. And I’ll kill anyone who so much as lays a hand on you.”
Simon raised an eyebrow. “I’m a doctor, Mal. You honestly think I would condone you killing someone?”
Mal looked back and forth suspiciously. “I thought we were playin’ parts here, Simon. What, you think I really like killin’ folk?”
Simon considered, tapping his index finger on his lip. “Well, no... but even as a damsel in distress I would be averse to killing, wouldn’t I?”
“S’pose you might. Always saw you as a bit more of a village idiot, myself.”
“I think Jayne more than adequately fills that role.”
Mal chuckled. “Got that right. What’s that make you-understudy, then?”
“An understudy? You don’t even think I’m qualified to be the village idiot, that I’d merely suffice as an understudy?”
“Hang on, now-you were the one sayin’-”
“I was merely pointing on that Jayne has the market on stupidity cornered, but all things considered, maybe I wasn’t given you fair consideration-”
“No call to be throwin’ around words like that, Doc, after all, you’re the one who’s supposed to be fawning over me, here-”
Simon stopped mid-rant. “Oh. Right. We’re not doing a very good job of this epic romance thing, are we?”
The sound that came from the vicinity of Mal’s nose might have been described as a snort, if one were not trying to imagine him as a dashing hero. “Reckon we ain’t the types, Doc.”
“What types are we?”
“Thinkin’ we’re the stop pussy-footin’ around, take our pants off, an’ get down to business types.”
Simon swallowed, adjusting his collar.
“I think I could live with that.”
“You gotta keep calling me Cap’n, though, otherwise no searin’ kisses or hot man-rod lovin’ for you.”
“If you promise never, ever to use those terms in my presence again.”
Mal grinned.
“Deal.”
I didn’t actually intend for this to turn into a ficlet, but it just kind of... wrote itself. o_O
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