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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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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.

Now go here: http://mindymakru.livejournal.com/44724.html#cutid1