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07 October 2010 @ 05:01 pm
Sugar and Spice!  
Favorite Characters: Josh! Donna! Toby! Lou! Amy!

'Ships that sail for you: Het and femmeslash. I strongly lean towards canon pairings. I'm not crazy about Josh/Sam but I like Josh/Sam/Donna as an OT3. I am a huge Josh/Donna shipper but I am not the sort of shipper who appreciates bashing so fic with Josh/Amy and Josh/Mandy are okay. Amy/Lou? Amy/Sam? Lou/Josh/Donna! Go nuts, I'd even read something like Helen/Annabeth or Lou/Annabeth. Annabeth/Donna/Helen - their love is so East Wing? Toby/Lou - their love is so bridges and tunnels?

Friendships and platonic relationships: Donna Moss and Helen Santos. Josh, Sam and Santos. It might be really fun to see Lou with Amy, Sam or Toby.

Tell us, what stories are you just dying to read? (including ratings you're okay with)?

Gen straight through hardcore porn.

I want a TON of Santos admin fics. I think they had a really interesting line up of staff: Josh, Sam, Amy, Lou, Donna and Annabeth, and the junior staffers Otto and Bram and Edie and Lester. I'd like just about anything involving their adventures, but I have some suggestions:

The one where Matt Santos finds out about Josh consulting with Toby.

Matt and Sam's awkward first week during Josh and Donna's sexcation. (Bonus points for Matt/Sam and a joke about Air Lingus?)

The one where Josh and Donna have to deal with the Israeli/Palestinian peace process and their own history there.

Donna and Helen on a trip overseas!

The hilarious fic where somehow Josh ends up having to care for the First Kids. (I predict this ends with them all playing Guitar Hero and the kids teaching Josh how to swear in Spanish in exchange for a fuller knowledge of swearing in Yiddish which they already learned from him on the campaign trail because he's an awful human being like that.)

Josh and Lou become really good friends - and they're completely annoying together because they're monomaniacal politico assholes who think jokes about Dukakis are still hilarious.

I love fic that has to do with Josh's mentalness but I'd sort of prefer fic that has to do with what it's like to regularly live as a person with mental health problems RATHER than straight h/c. Does Matt Santos know? What's the deal with VP First Lady Baker.

Sam and/or Josh are bisexual and dating women, how to deal with that disclosure? I'm ambivalent on Sam's sexuality - it would be awesome to see a fic where he WAS gay and got elected to say, California Governor or something anyway. It's 2010, it could totally happen in four or eight years.

The one where Sam and Amy have to work together in the new administration. I'd like to see one where Amy actually grows into her job as Leg. Director. (I honestly think Sam/Amy would be an interesting pairing, as long as it's not Pair the Spares.)

I like fic where Sam's fiancee is Laurie.

An adventure with CJ in Africa, with or without Danny. Bonus points if you include Chinese investment in Africa as a political theme but you totally don't HAVE to do that.

Jed Bartlet having an adventure post-admin. Maybe he goes to Iran or North Korea to free some prisoners or visits Jerusalem under his peace plan? Hell, maybe he teams up with CJ and they go to Qumar or Equatorial Kundu together. That would be fun.

2010 campaign. 2014 campaign fics. I REALLY want one where Donna runs a candidate of her own. (Doesn't have to be for President, my ideal scenario is Sam for Gov. of California.) I'd also like a fic where Donna and Amy either butt heads over legislation or some combo of Donna, Amy and Josh becoming friends.

Everyone goes to Charlie/Zoey's wedding. (I've seen plenty of CJ/Danny and Josh/Donna wedding fic.)

I'm a weird pervert. I enjoy kinky fics set within consensual (and loving) relationships, so if you're secretly dying to write uh, the fic where Donna and Josh do prostate play or Toby pearl necklaces CJ, I am that person. I do prefer funny and sexy rather than dark and sexy - in fact, dark BDSM is a bit of a turn OFF for me. Especially don't do Bad BDSM please.

This is a wide range of suggestions but it gives you an idea of what I'd like to read.

Anything to avoid (e.g. I hate AUs, I'm not much into slash)?

I'm not super crazy about kidfic at this time. I'm okay with Josh/Sam in principle, I just don't OTP it.
 
 
 
Lola: house up highdamelola on October 8th, 2010 12:07 am (UTC)
I am so in love with this list my head might just fly off. So looking forward to what this generates.
Tori Morris: toby amnesty internationalskywaterblue on October 8th, 2010 12:24 am (UTC)
I hope some of them get written. I had a really hard time not sitting down and breaking out an entire season of ideas. (Somehow I think I did anyway.)
(Anonymous) on October 18th, 2010 03:31 am (UTC)
"Donna?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Where the hell are we?"

Donna took a deep breath, and tried not to crumple the papers in her hand. This was the fourteenth interruption in the last twenty minutes, but when the First Lady of the United States had a question, Donna knew it was always her job to provide the answers.

"Well at the moment, ma'am, we're on a plane."

Helen Santos squinted at Donna through sleepy eyes and some seriously messy bangs. This was not going to end well, Donna already knew.

"And is it my imagination, or have we been on this plane forever?"

Donna had a lot of sympathy for the point, since it kind of felt that way. She'd developed an almost terminal case of cabin fever yesterday, and only her third glass of wine provided by a lovely steward had eased it on the current flight. Two weeks, eleven countries and now they were finally crossing the Atlantic on the final leg of the trip.

"No ma'am, we actually only left England four hours ago."

Helen took the free seat next to Donna, the rest of the staff having scattered to the press section of the plane. Although the First Lady's trip had garnered a lot of attention, the headcount on the plane was nothing like Donna had been used to on campaign trips or Presidential excursions. It usually made for a more relaxed environment, although tonight's quiet could be attributed to pure exhaustion. It had been a long two weeks.

"Did my husband call?"

Donna nodded.

"And the kids are okay?"

No mistaking the tension lines around Helen's eyes at that question--missing her children, firmly ensconced in their school term--always made the foreign junkets tougher on her.

"They'll be back at the Residence this afternoon, waiting for you."

Helen finally seemed to relax at that. She peered, half-interested, at Donna's laptop screen - currently filled with remarks for the next benefit, or luncheon, something about cancer and it definitely being something they wanted to cure. They all looked much the same after a while.

"Another four hours until we get to Andrews then, right?"

Donna smiled, not the nervous reflex action she'd given in the first few weeks of the job, but the most reassuring and genuine one she could conjure up.

"Give or take, but the captain seemed optimistic about head winds, or tail winds; whichever ones we have."

At that, Helen grinned and pressed the button above their heads to summon a steward. Donna closed her laptop as she realized the intention, and sure enough, seconds later the steward was standing in the aisle.

"We're going to need a bottle of whatever Ms. Moss here is drinking," Helen was unfailingly polite as she made the request.

The tall man swept off to fetch the Merlot, and Donna leaned back in her seat. Though her job was demanding, not to mention the juggling required to fit in the occasional few hours of time with Josh, the perks were second to none. She'd just spent two weeks being whisked around the most amazing buildings that Europe had to offer, crossing off countless snatched moments that she'd always dreamed of - from seeing the guards at Buckingham Palace to standing by the former Berlin Wall, making this trip to Germany far less traumatic.

Before long, her glass was being refilled as Helen took a helping of her own. Despite the frustrations and bartering of political life, Donna supposed that somewhere along the line they'd become friends. Hard not to when your first serious conversation had been about exposed underwear, after all.

(Anonymous) on October 18th, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
Part 2
The glasses clinked between them, both women taking a hearty sip of the faintly spiced red wine.

"Thank you, Donna."

They didn't talk in specifics, not now when their verbal shorthand had developed so seamlessly. Donna heard in three words the thanks for the sleepless nights, the rude foreign dignitaries and the lost luggage that had caused an entire day of needless panic. And the thanks for the constantly updated itineraries, messages and briefing notes about how many children a Prime Minister had, or a Queen's preferred designers. She shrugged it off as ever, but the flush on her face betrayed her pride at a job well done.

Allowing themselves the luxury for once, Donna let Helen ramble on about who had bad breath, how many times she'd been harangued over the President's foreign policy, and how she was never putting herself through the hell of a walking tour on Louboutins again, no matter how great the damn things looked. Donna responded with Josh-provided gossip from back home, editing out the worst details without having to think about it.

For a moment, as they fell quiet to enjoy the wine, Donna let herself remember the naive not-quite graduate who had walked into a campaign office and bluffed her way into a job. Now she called her parents from Madrid, from Rome and the East Wing of the White House, and they were never any less impressed each time she did.

It had been one hell of a journey.
Tori Morris: donna fly awayskywaterblue on October 20th, 2010 12:37 am (UTC)
Re: Part 2
Awww, yay, thank you anon. I'm sorry if the late reply worried you - I'm slammed with Midterms at the moment. This is very cute and makes me happy for Donna, and cheered me up when I was down, so it's a winner. (And it makes me wonder what kind of Louboutins and what exactly Josh gossip is like...)
Lola: donna round the benddamelola on November 29th, 2010 05:22 am (UTC)
Re: Part 2
I'm so glad you liked it - I'm now in love with Helen & Donna taking on the world and feel like there's more fic about this in the future :)
shutterbug_12: TWW: Donna Thoughtful Workshutterbug_12 on October 28th, 2010 03:06 am (UTC)
Re: Part 2
This is so heart-warming and inspiring, in a way. Donna has such a wonderful story, and it was expanded so nicely here. Lovely style as well. I love the phrase "bluffed her way into a job". And the dialogue was well-done. =)
(Anonymous) on November 8th, 2010 06:00 am (UTC)
Post-Artic Radar, CJ/Toby
He shows up late, tired, smelling like cigars, and she knows he’s been working on the inauguration longer than he cared to admit. She knows he’s frustrated. Tired.

It’s been a long time, since they’ve done this. She wants to ask about Andy, but he kisses her, and it’s the last thought in her head.

“Will said I needed to go to Atlantic City,” he murmurs, her back against the wall.


“Who’s Will?” she asks, her lips along his cheek, her breath on his ear.

“Sam sent him from the Horton Wilde campaign, to help out with the inauguration.”

She nods, her eyebrows quirking up. “So am I Atlantic City?” He doesn’t respond, just kisses her, his hand underneath the t-shirt she’d worn to bed.

“Toby,” she sighs. Her hands are on his belt buckle in an instant and she can’t believe she needs him this much, but she would be kidding herself if she hadn’t felt wet the moment he showed up on her doorstep.

His mouth moves to her neck, C.J. gasping and he smiles against her skin, knowing this is her favorite thing. The scratchiness of his beard moves along the softness of her skin and his mouth gently nips and sucks at her neck. When her hands move inside his boxers, it’s his turn to gasp, and she smiles, him already hard, ready, in her hand.

He pushes down the thin pajama pants she’s wearing, his fingers clumsily hooking through her silk underwear, pushing them down, before he thrusts into her.

“Toby,” C.J. moans loudly. He reaches down, his hand finding the crook of her knee and pulls her leg up alongside his hip, so he can be even farther inside her. It works, C.J.’s head dropping back, a scream of pleasure on her lips. He kisses her neck, burying his nose there as he thrusts into her again, hearing her whimper as he takes his time to draw out, in again, another moan from her. He knew she was never quiet. It was exciting.

He waits for her, not that it takes her long before she’s quivering against him, murmuring his name over and over, and he lets himself go. He kisses her for a long time, C.J.’s fingers in his hair, and plants feathery kisses down her neck, along her collarbone, until she says his name, quietly. She takes his hand, leading him to bed.
(Anonymous) on November 8th, 2010 06:01 am (UTC)
Re: Post-Artic Radar, CJ/Toby
He slips into bed behind her, dropping a kiss on her shoulder, his arms snaking around her waist. He closes his eyes for a moment, his fingers stroking along the skin of her stomach. He opens his eyes, trailing the fingers of his right hand lower. When he touches her, still incredibly wet, she presses her body back into his, wanting more. He does it again, moving his fingers slowly, her practically writhing against him. He can’t help but smile, deftly stroking her, kissing her neck, her shoulder, until she rolls onto her back, letting him be over her. His intense eyes are on hers as his fingers move, but then her eyes flutter closed, lost in the moment. Finally, when he knows she’s ready, he crooks a finger inside her, and she loses control. “Oh God…” she moans, her whole body shuddering against the sheets. He sets his jaw, not stopping his movements, and he watches as she cries out again, coming for a second time, slick against his fingers. “Fuck,” she murmurs, pulling him in for a kiss.

She grins when he rolls back onto his side. “If this is Atlantic City, I should be doing you…” she says, still breathing heavily.

“I like watching you,” he tells her, his fingers running through her hair, sweeping it off her neck.

“Well, we have time,” she tells him, her voice low. “Later.”

He wakes around five, the soft winter light barely creeping through the windows. He looks over at her asleep and he needs her again. He kisses her gently, his hand on her breast, and her eyes flutter open. She blinks sleepily for a minute and then smiles at him. He takes her hand in his, kisses it. “I need you,” he says simply.
Tori Morris: toby amnesty internationalskywaterblue on November 14th, 2010 12:57 am (UTC)
Re: Post-Artic Radar, CJ/Toby
Oh anon, how did I forget to leave you feedback? I am a terrible soul. This is a lovely bit of smut. I'm really glad he gets laid post-Arctic Radar and all its terrible 'can't get it up' metaphors. And I love the gentle sweetness in their quiet assumptions and familiarity. Nice job, thank you!
(Anonymous) on November 14th, 2010 12:41 am (UTC)
Rewritten History - Charlie/Zoey; PG (post-series)
“You know, normal newlyweds leave their reception to find a bedroom.” Zoey teased as she brushed aside autumn leaves and draped Charlie’s coat over a fallen tree. “Not the nearest national park.”

“You know what?” His voice drifted from behind a boulder; the rock shone golden in the low sun. “You’re right. I forgot. We’re the model of normalcy.”

When he sat beside her, he passed her a dirt-dusted bottle.

She tilted her head and breathed a laugh. “Is this a tradition now?”

“Could be.”

Zoey traced the bottle’s label, aware of his implication, of new--changed--elements. This time, the party had come first--a fully stocked bar, but no Ecstasy; a crowded dance floor but no panic button. This time, her father spoke at the ceremony as her father--Dad--not her father, the President. This time, Charlie turned toward her and touched her, his hand over her waist, his eyes warm and open.

She tipped the bottle to her lips for the first sip. Bubbles tickled her throat as she tottered closer and kissed his mouth. “I love you.”

This time, his lips parted as he kissed her without sorrow, without doubt. Only earnest, overdue joy.
Tori Morris: corsetskywaterblue on November 14th, 2010 01:11 am (UTC)
Re: Rewritten History - Charlie/Zoey; PG (post-series)
Awww. The last line gave me a big wibble. Their wedding sounds lovely and I appreciate the little flash you gave us here.
shutterbug_12: TWW: Charlie & Joshshutterbug_12 on November 29th, 2010 05:30 am (UTC)
Re: Rewritten History - Charlie/Zoey; PG (post-series)
Aw, wibbles. Glad you liked it. I think it was my first real foray into Charlie/Zoey, so that's a nice encouraging comment. Thanks. =) It was fun to write.
(Anonymous) on November 29th, 2010 03:28 am (UTC)
"They brought it up." She says, flopping down onto the bed and kicking off her high heels.

"Yes, they did." His voice is neutral as he settles down next to her, waiting to see how she takes this.

"You haven't even officially announced, and already they brought it up."

He pulls her feet into his lap and beings to massage them gently. "Do you not want me to announce? If this is going to upset you, I can always –"

"No. No, you can't always. I won't let you use me as your scapegoat to get out of this. Besides, Donna would kill me."

He laughs at that. "Yeah, she probably would."

"Sam, seriously. How badly is this going to hurt you?"

He lets her feet drop and reaches over to take her hands. "The fact that my fiancée is a former call girl?"

She flinches, and he kisses her. "It's not going to hurt us."

"Sam."

"It's not. Donna and I are prepared for this. She's got it under control."

"They already brought it up."

"Which means that they're scared. This is, in a weird way, sort of a blessing. It shows just how worried they are that they're already slinging mud. We haven't announced yet. But when we do, you're going to be right up there beside me. Donna's already got the media outlets covered. We'll do a few interviews, we'll talk about how you struggled, how you worked your way through law school, and how now you're an amazing lawyer. People aren't going to condemn you."

"And if they do?"

"Then screw them. And screw the state of California."

"I think that should be your slogan for the campaign." She grins. "It's got a nice ring to it. Sam Seaborn for Governor. He'll screw the state of California."

He kisses her again. "I love you. And the people of California are going to love you too."

"I hope so."

"I know so. Now stop talking, because I want to screw someone, but it's not the state of California."

Her laughter rings through the hotel room, and he knows that proposing to her was the best decision he ever made.