Don't kid yourself, Jimmy; if a cow ever got the chance, he'd eat you and everyone you cared about.

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Stolen from lowriseflare, who got it from fated_addiction:

Give me a pairing (or character, or the name of a show) and a prompt (a word, a phrase, a situation, an emotion, a few lines from a song or, hell, even an entire song) and I will do my best to write you a snippet based on your request.

Not sure how well this is going to work, considering this is a fic journal read by very few people, but TOO BAD, I have three seconds of free time and the newfound ability to write only in 200 word chunks. Come at me.

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Ben starts laughing, quiet and horse. The hand in her hair tugs up. Missy moves with it until he's got her back in lap, blushing. "Shut up," she says thickly. "And be thankful it didn't happen, like, two minutes ago."

Ben snags a Kleenex box off the end table, hands it to her. "I'm thankful, I'm thankful." He shifts until they're leaning against the arm rest, pulls Missy into his chest.

(And just-- he's so close, and he keeps touching her, and when Missy fusses with her dirty Kleenex he actually takes it from her, so.

So.)

She was a bit afraid he never look at her again, after. Apparently that's not happening.

(She's a bit afraid anyway.)

WE ARE FINISHING UP ALL OVER THE PLACE TODAY.

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Missy stays there for a minute, sweat cooling and the beat of his heart steady underneath his skin. Ben strokes idly through her hair. She can hear people moving around outside the trailer, the rattling sound of Travis's cough.

("Wouldn't have pegged Swarek for a cuddler," she told him, lying in bed while they lit that scene in the apartment, his knuckles warm and rough against her spine. The first three takes she kept laughing when he did it, weirdly ticklish all up and down her back.

Ben shrugged into the pillows, like she was being dense on purpose. "He loves her," was all he said.)

Well.

"MP," he starts now, but Missy interrupts him.

"We gotta go to work," she says. She honestly can't imagine what he's possibly going to tell her; her head swims a bit, fuzzy and strange. "People are going to wonder--"

Ben nods slowly. "Yeah." He looks at her another minute, then blinks. "Yeah, you're probably right."

Missy looks around for her sweatshirt, wonders when this fever's gonna break.

HE LOVES HER, MISSY. GOD.

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Man, seriously, either we have really good timing or really wanted to torture ourselves with title selections. (I've got nothing for this one, p.s.--Jesus Christ I Hope This Cast Stays Off The Interwebs was my working title.