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06 June 2010 @ 04:43 am
Round Five - Fic  
Hey, everyone! Time has come for the prompt post to be closed and the writing of fic to begin.

Some Rules/Guidelines for Submission and Feedback:

1. Drabbles should be submitted by commenting on this post. There is no word minimum or maximum. If your fic doesn't fit in one comment (about 4300 characters), that's perfectly fine. Just post an excerpt of your fic and a link to the rest of the story elsewhere.

2. You need to use a subject line for your submissions.

The format you should use is: Title, Prompt, Rating. Example: That's How I Was Raised And I Turned Out TV, The Simpsons reruns, PG

3. Each drabble should be submitted as a new comment to this post.

4. Anyone can submit as many drabbles as they'd like, using any prompts, even your own. More than one person can submit for the same prompt.

5. Feel free to cross-post submissions elsewhere. Just make sure you let others know you wrote if for this drabble-a-thon.

6. If you like what you've read, please take the time to tell the author. Comments are like crack to fanfic writers. We can never get enough. (Please be sure to reply to the comment in which the author posted their drabble, not to this original post, so the author receives your feedback.)

7. Absolutely no flames of any kind will be tolerated in this community. This is supposed to be fun. Read the subject line before reading, and simply skip over something that appears not to be to your liking or rating preference.

The deadline for Round Five Submissions will be on September 23rd. Go on and write, everyone.

Prompt List

the absence of your company
absurdity
accidental meeting
advice from Mom
after-hours drinking
aging un-gracefully
apples and oranges
around you
artificial insemination

bacon
baby names
baby shower
the ball's in your court
bassinet
beach house
bee sting
better fit
bickering
bitch slap
bruises
brutal honesty
bubbly
business juice
"business" trip

Can I play with your wii?
car ride
car service
catching the bouquet
Cheese Scarf
Chinese food
chocolate cake
cold feet
complete 180
Coney Island
cooking class
corporate bonding
curtains

daisies
dancing
do it again
Dolphin
doorbell
Dream about you
drunk dialing
drunk on fish

easy
easy bake oven
examination

fake husband
Fate or Coincidence
four years and counting...
funeral

getting older
Ghost of You
girls night out
the glass is half empty
the glass is half full
good surprise?
green card

hair dye
Hard Equations And Rational Thinking
Heavy Heart
hospital
hot child in the city
hours/weeks/days
how did you sleep?

I miss you
it's too big

Jack’s baby?
Jack gets punched
jeans in the oven
job interview
just like that

killing time

laser tag
Last Confession
lingerie
lost pants
Love Lockdown
lovers (not in between meat and pizza)

make it without you
making amends
margarita Thursday
maybe not
medication
m&m's
movie premiere

never in a million years, Jack Donaghy
new glasses
not me

photograph
pizza party
Poison Ivy
pretzels

quiet time
quitting

real estate
real love
rerun
revenge
rude

sandwich rules
Saturday morning
Sean Hannity
Second City
second divorce
second marriage
sex therapist
she's fantastic
Shooting Stars
shut your face
silver lining
smoke
Snapple cap
sock it to me
solitaire
sour lemon
special
Star Trek
stop doing that
streets ahead
successor
surprising development
sweat

taxi
There’s only One Liz Lemon in the world!
thumbs up
time and time again
tissue paper
top chef
the trouble with dreams

underneath it all
unusual middle names

very, very wrong

wedding gift
weekends
who is it?
Wii Fit
Wish
worth it

you can do better
you don't say?
YouFace profile
you're cold

zipper
 
 
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stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz & phone 2michellek on June 24th, 2010 05:30 am (UTC)
And It Feels Good, jeans in the oven, PG-13
Lemon is up before he is. She's even fully dressed and ready for the day before he is.

Those things are surprising, but a couple of other facts -- he finds her in the kitchen; she appreciates that he's wearing boxers and yesterday's dress shirt instead of walking around her apartment in the nude -- are predictable. He supposes one thing Lemon is not surprised by is that he kisses her as soon as they're close enough. Another, that he guides her backwards to the kitchen table, then lifts her onto it. He stands between her parted thighs, kisses her again as her fingers slide through his hair and her ankles cross in back of him, and then the feel of her jeans against his legs is filed into the 'surprise' category.

He pulls back. "Lemon, may I ask why your pants are warm?"

"Well... I just put them on," she replies.

Before he can seek clarification, she puts her hand on the back of his neck to guide his mouth back to hers. Her other hand slides between their bodies, and even if she's not making an attempt to distract him, she can't be surprised that she has.

Later, she pulls away from him to throw her jeans in the oven. A clarification, and not much of a surprise -- she once told him she uses her oven for one thing, but he assumed she meant storing pots and pans she doesn't use -- and he makes no comment on it. After all, by this time they're both naked; there are more important things to deal with than her misuse of an appliance and love of warm denim.

Much more important things.
mindymakru: peptalkmindymakru on June 25th, 2010 10:11 am (UTC)
Re: And It Feels Good, jeans in the oven, PG-13
Lovely :D
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz & at the doormichellek on June 27th, 2010 08:21 am (UTC)
Re: And It Feels Good, jeans in the oven, PG-13
Thank you. :D
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz & distancemichellek on July 1st, 2010 03:29 am (UTC)
Four Women, second divorce, brutal honesty, PG
Jack and Avery's daughter is born in January, three weeks before the anniversary of their first date and five months into their marriage. Avery picks the name.

(He's never considered baby names beyond his first son who will, of course, be named after him, but Avery already had a list of possibilities, sorted by gender and order of birth, that she further narrowed down based on compatibility with his last name.)

She's called Claire and, for a while, for almost a year, Jack would describe himself as (basically) happy.

*

Jack falls in love again. It happens quickly -- in a matter of moment, he'll tell Lemon later, and he couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it -- and they end up in bed -- her bed -- that night.

(Avery is out of town; she took Claire with her.)

He never says that he's married, but he knows Priscilla -- and later, Lemon will sneer at her name, say, "Priscilla? Really?" and he'll assume her odd objection is born out of judging him, again, judging every aspect of his life -- is aware of the wedding ring on his finger. She mentions it in the morning, says:

"Is your wife out of town or does she not care what you do?"

Thinking of Avery, he does feel guilty. But he didn't plan this. He didn't plan to encounter a woman who makes him feel the way Avery used to.

"The former," he replies. She looks disappointed, troubled-- "But you know this means something, don't you? You know what happened last night means something."

--but not wary. She trusts him. They make love again before he leaves her apartment. (He checks his phone when he's in the elevator; there's a missed call from Avery.)

And as he steps out onto the sidewalk, this amazing woman on his mind, Jack, for the first time in months, feels elated. (It's too cliché to say he feels alive; wrong to imply marriage has killed him when it's simply made every day too predictable, too ordinary.) He feels like there's still the possibility of surprise in his life.

Avery returns two days later. He doesn't tell her anything about what happened, or what he believes is going to have to happen.

(What he knows has to happen, if what he feels for Priscilla is as real as it seems. He has obligations, doesn't want to be like the man he thought was his father, but knows it's possible to be there for a child despite divorce. Knows even more that he's too old to let what ifs rack up.)

He doesn't stop sleeping with Priscilla -- though he allows Lemon to believe he's put his relationship with her on hold while he tries to figure things out -- and, one month away from their second wedding anniversary, he tells his wife the truth.

His daughter is eighteen months old when they stop living in the same house.

Link to the rest.
mindymakru: nightmindymakru on July 7th, 2010 06:13 am (UTC)
Family Planning, Jack's baby?, PG
Liz peers through the peephole, yawning as she unlatches the door.

“Lemon. I need your help.” Jack marches straight into her living room. “I have a major problem.”

She shuts the door, trailing after him in her cupcake pyjamas. “What’s goin’ on?”

He faces her, announces: “I can’t marry Avery.”

Her eyes roll tiredly. “Augh, Jack, again? Really?” She flops onto her couch, stifling another yawn. “This is like the third wedding in four years you’ve bowed out on. You have to get a grip on these commitment issues--“

“This isn’t about me,” he tells her staunchly. “It’s about Avery.”

“Okaaay...” She nods at him to continue.

“Firstly,” he says, eyes wide as he starts to pace: “one week before the wedding she springs on me that she’s considering two different job offers.“

“So?”

“In LA, Lemon. LA.” He pauses, tone turning more urgent as he demands: “What the hell would I do in LA?”

“I dunno,” she replies with a shrug: “Drink organic juice? Get your chest waxed?”

“I can’t leave New York,” he says, jaw clenching. “I can’t give up my job. It’s everything I’ve ever worked for and wanted.”

She watches him pace. “Well…Avery’s probably worked really hard to get where she’s at too, Jack.”

“But to not even tell me, Lemon. Those sorts of things should be decided together when you’re married, or about to be. And especially when you’re expecting a child. Which is the other thing. That’s not even the worst of it.“ He stops abruptly, facing her and drawing in a big breath. “I just came from Leo Spaceman’s office where I had my yearly physical.”

“It’s ten to three in the morning, Jack.”

“So maybe I had a few drinks afterwards.”

She frowns at him. “Mm. You smell like a brewery, I hope you realize.”

“I had a vasectomy,” Jack says.

“What…?” Her brow crumples. “Tonight?”

“Nine months ago.”


Go here for rest:http://mindymakru.livejournal.com/38295.html#cutid1
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz & hallwaymichellek on August 7th, 2010 01:10 am (UTC)
Friendly-Ish, making amends, PG
Post-ep for 'Jack the Writer.'

*

Jack can not and would not deny that his relationship with Liz Lemon was, is, and probably will be rather rocky, despite his valuable attempts to improve her show and her personal life (he had suspected she would be the type to resist improvements in both areas, though it's obvious neither is perfect or even as good as it could be). There is, would, and will be time to break down her resistance in terms of notes and romantic setups (now that he's certain she's straight -- he had a question mark after her assertion until Thomas confirmed that Liz didn't show signs of wanting to experiment; made a further note to be more careful about assuming someone's sexual orientation because, even if said person is too much of a self-identified liberal to be truly offended, such detours waste valuable time and no one, especially Liz, is getting any younger -- he'll go about deciding which of his associates would be most compatible with her), but currently he has to set about finding a way to return them to their recent friendly status.

He likes friendly. It makes interactions with employees more pleasant. It makes breaking down an employee's resistance to change all the simpler. Friendly can't always be achieved, but it was with Liz and it certainly can be reached again.

Granted, he's certain that -- despite her frequent protests over the past couple of days -- she does like him and will admit this in time (at least to herself), but he isn't a man who likes to wait for things to return to the way he'd like them to be, especially since he didn't yell at her for his own amusement or for no reason. It had to be done, but since she doesn't seem to understand why it was truly necessary and, in addition, feels humiliated and rejected, she's taken to being curt (but not quite impolite) to him in a way that underlings can get away with (and a way which he isn't interested in continuing to deal with). Apologizing, as he did before the incident and many times after it, didn't work. Pointing out that he'd recently gifted her with concert tickets and backstage passes didn't work. He has considered noting how he forgave her after she banished him from the writers' room, but he doesn't want to give her reason to think he was terribly wounded by the experience. He can certainly handle some mild rejection from employees, especially those who don't understand the concept of work clothes (these people would have no use for Casual Fridays; which, in a way, is actually a positive, as Jack loathes both the term and concept of 'Casual Friday' and the implication that he's meant to enter a place of business in, well, the sort of clothes creative types would dress themselves in on a day-to-day basis. It would be utterly degrading).

In any case, he considers it imperative they return equilibrium to their relationship in order for it to grow (and he does want it to; he believes her to be a good candidate for mentorship, partly because she has so much to learn). In this case, as in many, he finds dismissing ways to return cordiality to their interactions easier than finding the right tack.

Link to the rest.
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz & trafficmichellek on August 8th, 2010 05:19 am (UTC)
Take Me Down, dream about you, NC-17
i. The Recurring Dream.

For many years, Jack has had a recurring dream about being overpowered by a female bodybuilder. There are many possible reasons for this -- his lifelong struggle with the fear that he'll lose himself if he stays with a woman for more than a couple of months, that he'll give another person control him, give her the power to ruin him; his lifelong struggle with his mother and her controlling, oppressive nature; his attraction to women who challenge him -- but he doesn't like to speculate on which is the correct answer. It doesn't matter, after all. Dreams don't matter.

In any case, this dream doesn't always start off as a straightforward wrestling match (which is the most common version). Sometimes, he'll be in a meeting, negotiating a contract, and a muscled woman will emerge out of nowhere and try to get him on the ground. Others, he'll be walking down the street when a woman jumps on his back and knocks him over. For most of his life, the version of Jack who's dominated by the female bodybuilder has been him of his current age. Recently, he's been dreaming about him at various stages of his life. The twenty-five-year-old version has been appearing with increasing frequency and he often comes close to defeating the female bodybuilder, which Jack of his current age never does. (An allegory about his nostalgia for his youth, when he was stronger and slimmer and handsome in a more immediately striking way? Not that it matters, but the meaning is rather straightforward considering how often he looks at the old picture of himself and reminisces about how he used to be. Not that there's anything *wrong* with him as he currently is, of course.)

One night, the dream is different in a way he never would have expected. For the most part, it's standard: Jack is who he is now, fifty years old and not in the best shape of his life. He's in his old high school gym, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, both of which proclaim him to be on 'Team Man.' But, this time, the woman with a thick neck and sharply defined muscles, wearing a bikini top and short shorts (her outfit declares no team), is Liz Lemon.

This changes his attitude and actions; instead of being ready to fight, he tries to reason with Lemon. Tells her they're friends and don't have to resort to this to prove a point (whatever that point is). But Liz doesn't stop advancing on him, and he runs in circles to get away. The spectators laugh at this. She knocks his legs out from under him, and he rolls onto his back as she pounces on him. She tries to hold him down by pressing her forearms on his shoulders, but he fights back. They roll around until he finally gets on top of her. He's sweating; she's not. For some reason, he feels like he's won. She smiles up at him as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, as if they're about to slow dance or share a romantic kiss. Then she roughly pulls him down so his head is against her chest. She locks her legs around one of his thighs. Suddenly, he's on his back again, then somehow she gets him onto his stomach. She holds both of his arms behind him, and he can't get free. Nor can he get his legs out from between her knees.

"Don't struggle, Jack," Lemon says. "You're never going to break free."

He tries, but she's right; he can't.

He wonders what message this is trying to send, if any. But, again. It's only a dream. It doesn't truly mean anything.

And the rest.

Edited at 2010-08-08 09:06 am (UTC)
writer_emwriter_em on August 16th, 2010 08:46 pm (UTC)
To Stars And Suns We Carry, baby names, PG
When Jack found out that Liz was pregnant, he was surprised. They’d only been trying for a few months and the Doctor had said that they should expect it to be harder for them to conceive seeing as they were older. That wasn’t to say that Jack wasn’t pleased because he was, however the 9 months deadline made things a little more real. And a little more scary.

When they found out that they were expecting twins, he fainted. Once he’d been revived, the Doctor assuring him that the reaction was quite a common one, they had both gone back to work. The journey there was made in silence, Jack stared out the window whilst she kept shooting him what she thought were covert looks every few minutes. Upon reaching 30 Rock they split up and he had searched out Tracy. The pair of them went AWOL for 24 hours.

He turned up the next afternoon. She walked into her office and he had been sat on the sofa. He hadn’t said hello, and neither had she. She simply walked round and sat behind her desk to face him. Save for the tattoo of a Lemon on his chest (which he had no memory of getting) he was relatively unscathed. He explained that he had been scared that he would be the same as his father and run off, but apparently Tracy Jordan had imparted some sort of secret men without fathers’ wisdom on the subject of impending fatherhood. He explained that he was sorry, and that he was excited, and that he was more in love with her than ever.

She had rolled her eyes before replying, “I know you won’t become him. And I won’t be my mother. Or your mother. Because they are both bat-shit crazy.”

He nodded gratefully and asked whether she’d like to go to dinner with him. Somehow he’d managed to acquire a loyalty for Donny’s Taco’s. He wasn’t actually sure where Donny’s Taco’s was situated, nor who Donny was or whether the Taco’s were actually any good. If they went there four times they’d get a free taco, so she agreed it was worth a visit.

From there on in Jack had become the supportive expectant father. He refused to let Liz carry anything. He forbade her from wearing high heels, which admittedly wasn’t actually an upsetting thing for her. He tried to help her eat more healthily. He didn’t really succeed.

His only real concern by this point was what names Liz would want for the babies.

It was nearing the 6 month mark when she finally turned to him and said “We have to start thinking about names."
He had nodded in agreement.

It was another month before she had turned to him and said “We have to start talking about names.”

“Nothing weird.” He’d said. “Or tacky.”

“So 30 Rock Office Desk Donaghy is out then?” she asked, chuckling.




The rest is here http://writer-em.livejournal.com/1749.html
writer_emwriter_em on August 21st, 2010 10:23 pm (UTC)
A Journey I Just Don't Have A Map For, Time And Time Again, T
a.

She’s drunk.

She’s really drunk. And she’s pretty sure that he’s drunk too, but she’s drunk to be sure.

Because otherwise, she doesn’t really know what other reason there could be for his hand being on her ass.

Or his body pressing her against the wall.

In fact, she’s pretty sure he must be drunk because there is no way his lips would be pressed against hers, or his tongue would be invading her mouth if he was sober.

Because she’s not his type, and he’s not her type.

So, she’s drunk and he’s drunk, and they are kissing.

The only thing that she can clearly think is that this cannot be a good idea. It feels like a good idea, because now his fingers are pressing into her hip, and he’s holding himself right against her, and that feels good. Really good.

But this cannot be a good idea.

She pulls back and says his name but he ignores her, instead one of his hands leaves her hip and runs up her side.

His lips are pressed against her neck as she repeats his name, and then she’s moaning and can’t really think much at all.

His lips return to hers, and then he breaks the kiss with a groan, resting his forehead against hers.

“I know” he says, a palm cupping the back of her neck, and his thumb stroking against her jaw.

And she’s far too drunk to hear the regret.

b.

Being surrounded by a jeering crowd sends her back to the time she spent on stage in college. She involuntarily takes a step back at the memory, which just makes them increase the volume of their shouts.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

She really hates the teamsters right now. She feels likes she’s on one of those game shows, and she’s the girl whose about to get rejected in public.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

She’s not drunk. And he’s not drunk. Well, he might have had a whiskey but its only 3pm so she’s pretty sure that he's not drunk, and therefore there is no way that he’ll kiss her. And anyway, not in front of a room of people.

She reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she shakes her head.

But then her vision of the crowd is blocked. In place of Tracy, Jenna, Kenneth, Pete, and the rest of the Teamsters, is a jacket and tie. She raises her eyes to look up into his face, and she gulps.

The rest is here Link

writer_emwriter_em on August 26th, 2010 11:48 am (UTC)
Treat It As A Test, zipper, T
He could feel her hands on his belt as his hands cupped her face.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me have elevator sex with you,” he said, unable to keep the smirk of his face as his fingers slid through her hair.

“I can’t believe I agreed to elevator sex. Just make sure we stay underneath the camera. I do not need Jenna or Frank finding out about this.”

“Don’t worry Lemon, I’ll wipe the tapes later. Or make a copy. I-“

“Less talking, more sexing, idiot.” she replied distractedly as the finally the buckle undid.

Her fingers went straight the button of his trousers, struggling to slot it though the hole.

He laughed, something that he had noticed he did a lot around her, and pulled her face towards his. His tongue plunged into her mouth and her hands dropped away from his pants.

“I can’t believe I agreed to elevator sex. Just make sure we stay under the camera.”

“I’ll wipe the tapes later. Or make a copy. I-”

“Less talking, more sexing, idiot.” She replied distractedly as the buckle finally undid.

Her fingers went straight to the button, having trouble pushing it through the hole.

He laughed something that he had noticed he did a lot around her, and pulled her against him. He tilted her face up, and his lips met hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and she moaned. The button finally gave way and she reached up, pushing at his jacket. He struggled his way out of it as he spun them on the spot, carefully keeping them under the camera.

His hands slid down her body. They smoothed across her back, before grabbing at her skirt covered ass, pulling at the fabric.

He hoisted her and their mouths broke apart, the carriage filled with the sound of their heavy breathing.

The skirt rolled up, and he kept pushing until it bunched around her hips. Clasping one of her thighs, he wedged her between him and the wall, his free hand searching out the dampness between her legs. His fingers brushed across her damp panties, pressing lightly across her sex and she moaned.

He pulled his hand away, reaching for his zipper.

“Shit.”

“What?” she asked distractedly.

“My zipper. Hang on...”

He let go of her fully, stepping back, both hands reaching for his zipper.

He yanked at the metal but it wouldn’t move.

“Jack?” she said, shifting uncomfortably, her skirt slipping down her thighs a little.

“Hang on... Hang on” he replied, pulling more forcefully before “FUCK!”

“... It’s broken?” she asked, running a hand through her hair.

“Yes.” He growled, continuing to pull at it.

“Well,” she announced after a few seconds of thought, “that sucks.”






mindymakru: boots by art in disguisemindymakru on August 27th, 2010 04:13 am (UTC)
Re: Treat It As A Test, zipper, T
*snort*! Less talking and more sexing is true of them in general I believe :) This was fun.
writer_emwriter_em on August 29th, 2010 03:52 pm (UTC)
Re: Treat It As A Test, zipper, T
Most def! haha, thanks!
writer_emwriter_em on September 8th, 2010 04:43 pm (UTC)
I Make The Future, new glasses, PG
a.
“Good Morning Lemon! Wait... is there something different about you?”
“Me? Uh... No. Why?”
“You look different.”
“I... I don’t think I do.”
“Split ends, bad style, hair is the same.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Clothes, still rumpled and ugly.”
“Jack-“
“And cheap.”
“Ok, I think you can stop now.”
“There’s something... What is it?”
“God Jack. Nothing. Leave me alone.”
b.
“Look Lemon, about this morning-“
“Forget it Jack.”
“I wasn’t trying to offend you.”
“You don’t need to try Jack, you succeed without effort.”
“There’s no need to be like that when I’m trying to apologise.”
“Well, you don’t need to apologise.”
“Good, because I’m not going to.”
“Fine.”
“Great.”
“Get out of my office then.”
“Shut up Lemon.”
c.
“Jack, I’m-“
“Lemon, leave it.”
“Now you’re pissed off with me?”
“No.”
“Oh right, that’s why you’re making me chase you down the corridor. Because you’re obviously so fine with me that you totally aren’t running from me are you?”
“Don’t be sarcastic.”
“Don’t be an idiot.”
“I see I pay you for your maturity.”
“Argh!”
d.
“If I tell you what’s different can we just forget this day happened?”
“Depends if you tell me the truth or not.”
“Yes, because I’m going to lie, because spending another day with you acting like a passive aggressive Chihuahua is my idea of heaven Jack.”
“Fine. You aren’t going to lie. But I figured it out anyway.”
“You did?”
“Yes.”
“You did.”
“Uh huh. Glasses.”
“When did you-“
“About 3 seconds after I saw you in the lift this morning.”
“So this whole day-“
“I found it amusing to wind you up, I wanted to see how long before you cracked.”
“You’re such a jerk Jack.”
“Many people have told me that, I struggle to care about it. Good night Lemon.”
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz & friendlymichellek on September 9th, 2010 02:23 am (UTC)
Re: I Make The Future, new glasses, PG
ha! I like Jack when he's a jerk. (Well, when he's an amusing jerk.) Nice job on this. :)
writer_emwriter_em on September 21st, 2010 10:19 pm (UTC)
Re: I Make The Future, new glasses, PG
Me too :o)
And thanks!
mindymakru: want by michanleymindymakru on September 21st, 2010 05:04 am (UTC)
Re: I Make The Future, new glasses, PG
EEEEHEEE :) I like the end of this. And "passive aggressive Chihuahua" amuses me cos I have one and I like to think of Jack yelping at her like mine yelps at me!
writer_emwriter_em on September 21st, 2010 01:48 pm (UTC)
Re: I Make The Future, new glasses, PG
I work in a Pet Shop and we get a few customers bringing their Chihuahua's in when they're shopping and they are always so funny! They're tiny but have such big personalities!
I've got a Border Terrier and he's collapsed snoring at my feet right now but when I wrote this little fic he kept barking at me so I thought I'd include a little nod to him.
Thanks for reading and I'm glad you enjoyed it
:o)
mindymakru: tinalove by ellington sneakmindymakru on September 22nd, 2010 03:38 am (UTC)
Re: I Make The Future, new glasses, PG
I've put my dog in fics too. I thought that was strange but I'm not the only one I see :)
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz & close upmichellek on September 14th, 2010 03:45 am (UTC)
Shoot Me Now, laser tag, PG
This, like a lot of things, was Jack's idea.

This, like a lot of Jack's ideas, was for a greater purpose.

Laser tag, he claimed, would help her staff bond together through the tension of combat and let them release pent-up anger by being allowed to shoot at each other.

"So, is this what you do with your corporate buddies? Laser tag?"

"No. But I don't believe your staff could handle our ultimate release."

"Okay, that sentence was pretty iffy."

Though maybe she was at fault for seeing a gross sexual implication to his words. Because, really, it wasn't as charged as the word 'foursome.' Or the time he vowed to 'relentlessly pound Conrad over and over until he can't help but collapse in exhaustion and give me every inch I want' when he was talking about some business deal. She doesn't know exactly what he was talking about because he was going on and on about acquisitions and market value and she only got three hours sleep the night before, and then suddenly, she was one hundred percent sure that Jack was revealing his secret gay life to her. Which would have been okay before -- as long as he kept the details to himself -- but now, would not be good. She is done with gay guys.

Not in general. She is not a homophobe.

Just as... She doesn't want to date them anymore; one more gay boyfriend and she might develop a complex. No. Sort of boyfriend. Jack's only a sort of boyfriend, but she definitely wants him to be straight.

(Sort of because their relationship is *secret* and because he's never said, "You're my girlfriend" or "I'm your boyfriend." Which isn't something people say, so why would that happen even if they were a couple?)

Anyway.

Laser tag.

And the rest.
Elizabeth :)foreverislong on September 15th, 2010 04:53 pm (UTC)
Let Me In, Lingerie, PG
“…And it’s just awesome because the meatballs don’t fall out of the sub, which means I can wear white shirts to lunch again” Liz finishes telling Jack in detail about why she’s so psyched about the new Sub place she’d found in Midtown. Well, really she’s just fantasizing about them out loud. She’s pretty sure Jack stopped listening about 5 minutes ago anyway.

In fact, she knows he did, since he’s now rummaging around her closet. Is that allowed? How long do you have to date someone before they’re allowed to rummage around your closet? Did that sound dirty? She’s rambling again. At least it’s in her head this time so Jack can’t think she’s obsessed with food AND has some sort of verbal vomit disorder. So. That’s good.

“Lemon. Do you ever stop thinking?” Jack mused, as his hands rifle through endless striped sweaters and cardigans. (Liz thinks he might find Narnia if he keeps going. That would be weird. Oh, God. She’s thinking again isn’t she? Stop it, Liz.) Continually perusing the things Liz Lemon keeps hidden from everyone else.

He’s actually rather pleased that she hasn’t stopped him. Pleased that their relationship is reaching a level where she’s beginning to trust letting him into more than her bed. Pleased that she’s one step closer to letting him into her heart, too.

He’s surprised she’s so lackadaisical about the whole thing, too. He expected her to be constantly hovering over his shoulder, justifying every item of clothing, every hole, every food stain. (Honestly, there are some things that he wishes she *would* explain, like the yoghurt stain on her pants leg. At least, he thinks it’s yoghurt. Wait. This is Liz’s closet. Of course it’s yoghurt.) But Liz just stays in bed, stretching and burrowing between her sheets, glancing over to him every now and then as she slowly prepares to face the day.

She hears Jack’s dramatic gasp mid-stretch, face nestled into the crook of her arm. “Well well, Lemon. Who would have thought I would find *this* in *your* closet.” He teases as she rolls over to face him, smiling sleepily as she sees him holding up the infamous candy-striped shopping bag.


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stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz & the car's heremichellek on September 16th, 2010 02:57 am (UTC)
Re: Let Me In, Lingerie, PG
The link is broken, so I'm going to post it here:

http://community.livejournal.com/30rockfanfic/224547.html
mindymakru: foreplaymindymakru on September 21st, 2010 04:49 am (UTC)
How Not to Save a Life, rerun, G
It’s a year later when Jack remembers. Probably because the episode that was never again meant to see the light of day somehow makes it on air a second time. The episode where Jenna in a Bear costume is knocked unconscious by her panicked doctor and Tracy pulls his pants down and shows the viewing public his funcooker. Even the hasty cut to his commercial is preserved in the rerun because they’d been obliged to later claim for legal purposes that it was a satirical sketch and part of the show.

It’s understandable that Jack hadn’t til then remembered the minutes immediately following the blow to the head he received that night. Firstly, because of the blow to the head itself. And secondly, because the day that preceded said blow was one of the craziest of all his many crazy days at 30 Rock. Also, after he recovered, the only injury he incurred being a hammering headache, Lemon proceeded to set fire to her office. With her staff in it. Though she assured him that her little act of arson and potential manslaughter was in fact accidental. Not that he’d entirely blame her if it were not.

But those are the things Jack remembers about that day one year ago. The warehouse full of unnamed mini-microwaves. The on-air fiasco. The accidental fire. Giving Lemon a Funcooker -- and he does mean the microwave, not Tracy’s version of such. All of those events are still fairly clear in his memory. What he had not remembered was coming to on the studio floor with Liz Lemon’s mouth on his. Jack hadn’t remembered that part of his day at all. And that…would definitely have stuck in his mind.


Go here for more: http://mindymakru.livejournal.com/44205.html#cutid1
mindymakru: tiemindymakru on September 23rd, 2010 04:03 am (UTC)
Fake It 'til You Make It, dancing/fake husband, G,
She asked for it. She did. So she really only had herself to blame when she got it. Actually, that’s not true at all. She could blame Jack for bringing her in the first place. Or his ex-wife and her new husband. Vincent Foley -- who apparently always got referred to by his full name. Without their presence Liz would not be posing as the new Mrs Donaghy. Or Mrs Lemon-Donaghy as she’d corrected her fake husband when they encountered the newlywed Foleys. Vincent Foley was not the only one who could be all picky about names.

Liz assumed that if Jack had known his ex-wife was going to be at the gala he’d have brought someone more impressive than her. Especially since she couldn’t help cowering behind him and holding onto her dress when in Bianca’s presence. That woman still scared the living crap out of her and rightly so. Anyone who married Jack had to be a bit screwy in the head. She only fake married him – in a romantic ceremony in Paris, according to him – so…she wasn’t sure what that meant about her sanity, or lack of. In any case, after they moved off to their separate tables – everyone behaving exquisitely, of course – Jack informed her that he’d had an inkling Bianca might attend that night and was in fact pleased that she was his date. Not just because it gave plausibility and continuity to their earlier lie about their involvement. But because she had a unique talent for rubbing his first wife the wrong way. None of his other ladies managed to do that as well as she did. So that was nice. Or she decided to take it as a nice thing. It made Jack happy that she annoyed someone so intensely. And she had come to the gala with him to make him happy. So she was off to a good start.

In fact, Jack made a big show of being really happy all night. Liz knew the difference between regular old, totally at ease Jack and the more obnoxious, out to impress version. Somehow she got the feeling that whatever they were doing, whoever they were talking to, even when they were eating for nuts sake, he knew exactly where Bianca was in relation to them. He kept her in the corner of his eye the whole time. And vice versa, she suspected. Because the Foleys seemed to be putting on a neat little show of their own. Liz was sure nobody was actually as happy together as they looked. Dancing and kissing and laughing all over the joint. That had to be an act, right? Either that, or they were drunk. Truthfully, Vincent – Vincent Foley – had looked pretty hammered on arrival, and he only got more hammered-looking. Meanwhile, Bianca never stopped glowing -- either with nuptial bliss or vengeful expectation.

Of course, being only a fake couple and not a real one, there was no way she and Jack could hold their own in the ‘look-how-happy-we-are-together’ contest that was silently raging.

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mostlyscrubbed on September 23rd, 2010 09:06 pm (UTC)
Tag, You're It -- drunk dialing, PG
Liz is definitely not asleep when her phone rings at almost 1am, startling her into falling off her couch and onto the floor. She’s also certainly not drunk, because only two of the three bottles of wine on the coffee table are empty; actually, one of those still has about a sip and a half left in it, so she swigs it triumphantly. And there’s absolutely no way, not even a chance, that her shirt is smudged with nacho cheese, because that would be gross, and also a tragic waste of fine nacho cheese.

So she’s sitting here on the floor contemplating her wakeful quasi-sober cheeselessness when her phone buzzes next to her, signaling the arrival of voicemail. It’s a surprise for some reason that her missed call is not from Conan, because she was sure that the fifth round of her hanging up just as he answered would have finally elicited a call-back. But nooooooo, Conan didn’t have the balls to call her back, did he? That punk ass, conceited, Irish jerk. She punches in her voicemail password, muttering to herself even as the message begins to play. It’s the other punk ass, conceited, Irish jerk in her life.

“Lemon, hey Lemon? Are you awake?”

Liz pffts. “Spluh, not anymore, Dummy.” She stops wrestling with the cork in the third bottle of wine for a moment, screwing up her face. “Wait. That’s wrong.”

“Because if you are, turn on your television and tune in to Animal Planet. There’s this phenomenally hilarious program featuring animals that hop about on size-appropriate pogo sticks. You’re going to flip when you see it.” There’s a few seconds of silence, then the sound of Jack laughing uproariously. “Missing this would be a mistake, Lemon. This program is not to be missed.” Liz hears the clink of glassware and the clarion call of an emu, then a click.

continued...
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack & omg that hairmichellek on September 24th, 2010 04:07 am (UTC)
Re: Tag, You're It -- drunk dialing, PG
I don't have time to read this in full now, but yay new writer! Welcome. :D
haters to the left: tina/alec - tempting fatestamatina_rae on September 24th, 2010 10:54 am (UTC)
Argus Returns, getting older/do it again, NC-17
Jack's birthday comes a few short weeks after they start sleeping together. And a few months after the passing of Jack's hero and mentor, Don Geiss. (Both his human vessel and reincarnated animal form, Argus.) He insists he doesn’t want any gifts, but she wants to give him something. He’s still her best friend, and now the guy who’s boffing her, after all. It’s too soon to get him anything romantic or sentimental. If they’re anything more than just friends with benefits it's not entirely clear to her. Or him. She thinks. They haven't really discussed it. Everything happened so fast. Too fast probably. Nancy found out about Avery and dumped him. Then Avery dumped him for a younger, richer guest on her show. And suddenly she and Jack were the ones sleeping together. At first, just when they got drunk together. But lately, minimal inebriation preceded sex. She still usually needs at least one hefty glass of wine beforehand because, well, she’s still nervous as hell to be naked around him. For him to be naked around her. And the two of them to be doing...stuff to each other. He’s Jack Donaghy, foremost sex connoisseur of New York high society. And she’s Liz Lemon, the exact polar opposite of that. But she trusts Jack implicitly, and it turns out she can take direction quite well in the bedroom. So, overly awkward at first, the sex's quickly become superb.

And superb sex is the reason she finds herself in Jack's bed the morning of his aforementioned birthday. He loves morning quickies. She’s a pretty big fan now too.

Rest of the story here...