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11 December 2010 @ 03:21 am
Round Seven - Fic  
Hey, everyone! Time has come for the prompt post to be closed and the writing of fic to begin.

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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

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The deadline for Round Seven Submissions will be on February 17th (of next year!). Go on and write, everyone.

Prompt List

and then

baby books
back in the day
be my alibi
Birthday party

can-do attitude
Can't stop (loving you)
cardboard box
cheer me up
Chicago O'Hare Airport
Christmas with the Lemons
comic books

daddy bear
dinner party
double divorce
double wedding

eggs for breakfast
Elephant in the room

fess up
finishing each other's sentences
Foot massage

grand gesture

Haliburton jeans
Harry Potter
Having it all
Hotel room

impossible situation

Jack's conscience
John and Elizabeth

last ditch effort
late night drinks
Lean on me
like a virgin
little black dress
love in an elevator

Millennium Falcon
missed opportunity

a night of culture
no what-ifs

one more time
The only one

Pants party
Parents approval
perfect baby name
potato chips on a sandwich

Rocky Horror

Santa lied
say you will
second chance
Sex tape
(Sex) thank you notes.
Shameful sex secret

slow build
Snow day
some things last a long time
speak now
still lost
striped pajamas
Sunday morning
sugar rush
surrogate mother

that one time...when we kissed???
that's such a cliche
To infinity and beyond
Tom Jones concert

up in the air

very inappropriate

we'll be back shortly
we were best friends
What are you doing?
What the blerg?!
What was that?
white flag
winter wonderland
wishful thinking
work husband

you said you love me
Current Mood: blahblah
Current Music: Josh Ritter - Come and Find Me
Dr. Agentdr_agent on January 13th, 2011 07:42 am (UTC)
A Hanging Man, and then, G
He keeps waiting for the words he wants to hear, a silent and then caught in his brow, his eyes, and his leaning-in posture.

But she just rambles on about all the quirks that can come about in a 30-minute dinner conversation, unable to see he wants the meat of the story. Phone calls have a funny way of making body language moot.

Jack wants to know if the man had the balls to propose to her. Liz is talking so fast that he can tell something big happened, but be it negative or positive is still a mystery as the call reaches the ten-minute mark.

"He orders a steak, and steak is always a 'something big is going to happen' entree."


"Well, he woofs the thing down. I'm just eating a salad, because I was pretty set on eating, like, three deserts."

There's a pause on her end, and Jack is confident that he can hear her lips part. She's realizing there's nothing left to tell.

"He ordered a really fancy desert."

Before he can encourage her to go on, she rushes her words out.

"I thought he was going to propose."

If they were in the same room, she'd see it. She'd see his face fall, but not in a sad way. It's rife with unease. How am I supposed to feel, again?

"He didn't," he says. His tone makes it lean more toward rhetorical.

"No, that's the thing. He did."

"Oh," he breathes, caught off guard.

"He just got down on one knee and asked me to marry him."

One-two-three seconds and he can't help it anymore. The phone feels so small in his hand. She's so far away. He's so desperate for reasons he hasn't given himself the time to take to heart.

"And then?"
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz & just like seeing youmichellek on January 19th, 2011 02:17 am (UTC)
Re: A Hanging Man, and then, G
I really like this, especially these bits:

She'd see his face fall, but not in a sad way. It's rife with unease. How am I supposed to feel, again?

One-two-three seconds and he can't help it anymore. The phone feels so small in his hand. She's so far away. He's so desperate for reasons he hasn't given himself the time to take to heart.

I like Jack not quite knowing how to feel/not quite allowing himself to feel it.
parisgal3: Jack/Liz head downparisgal3 on June 4th, 2011 01:05 am (UTC)
I Can't Hold My Peace Forever (You Would Regret It If I Did), speak now, PG
Well, you know what they say: better late than never...


“What is it, Lemon?” Jack asked as he straightened his bow tie in the mirror.

Liz’s head snapped up and her eyes met his in the reflection.

“You’re wringing your hands. And you’ve been quiet since we got here. Are you nervous? You shouldn’t be. I’m the one gaining a ball and chain today.”

“Wow. You make marriage sound just great.”

“Well…” he shrugged.

“Do you love her, Jack?”

“I’m about to marry her.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“She’s pregnant with my child. I…what is this about?” he asked, bewildered.

“Don’t marry her.”