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Weekly Press Briefing #42: April 9th - April 15th

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from April 9 - April 15, 2023! Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!

Challenges/Prompts:

The following is a roundup of open challenges/prompts. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

The Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda Josh/Donna prompt fest (hosted by @jessbakescakes and @thefinestmuffin) is open for claiming; fics reveal on June 24th. Details here.

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from April 9 - April 15.

Allison Janney posted photos of herself backstage at the Late Late Show with Bryan Cranston and Brett Goldstein.

Amy Landecker posted photos of her and Brad’s pets: 1 | 2 | 3

Bradley Whitford posted a photo of his dogs.

Janel Moloney posted a photo of her kids’ easter baskets (plus Cocaine Bear!).

Josh Malina posted a mirror selfie of himself and a castmate backstage at Leopoldstadt.

Kim Webster posted photos from Alexa Bliss and Ryan Cabrera’s prom-themed anniversary party.

Marlee Matlin posted

Rob Lowe posted a clip of Fred Armisen and himself in his new Netflix series Unstable.

Rob Lowe posted BTS from 911 Lonestar of himself rescuing a fake baby.

Rob Lowe posted a blooper reel from Unstable.

Rob Lowe posted a date night selfie with his wife.

This Week in Canon:

Welcome to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.

Season 7, Episode 17: Election Day, Part II aired on April 9, 2006.

Editors’ Choice:

Because Election Day, Part II aired this week in 2006, we’re recommending fics set during the Santos Administration!

smooth operator by MasterofAllImagination | Rated G | Bruno Gianelli, Josh Lyman, Matt Santos, Arnold Vinick (No Pairings) | Complete | Over his Chief of Staff’s strong objections, President Santos coerces Bruno Gianelli out of retirement.

The Times They Are A-changin' (Series) by justdreaming88 | Rated G | Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Helen Santos/Matt Santos | A series of completed fics mostly set during the Santos administration.

And the Pursuit of Happiness by welcometoyourworld | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn, Ainsley Hayes/Donna Moss | In Progress | It's the first year of the Santos Administration, and now that he is more or less at the peak of his political career, Josh must finally reckon with all the parts of himself he kept hidden away in pursuit of success.

OR: Santos’ fight for meaningful education reform is stymied by a war in Kazakhstan, the rise of the alt-Right, and a Chief of Staff engaging with The Self.

Unpacking by theycallmethejackal | Rated G | Bram Howard, Otto (West Wing), Louise Thornton, Amy Gardner (No Pairings) | Complete | “What are you doing?”

“Setting up my office.”

The People’s Servants by Speranza for musesfool | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | It's Big Block of Cheese Day in the Santos White House.

What's Next by sam_writes_fics | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Josh and Donna explore what life is like as Chiefs of Staff. This story starts right as "Tomorrow" ends; my attempt at their life post-canon.

The First 100 Days by BimadaBomily | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | And now this roller coaster's plunging into the transition, with its time-pressure demands and then the inauguration and it's hit the ground running and the first hundred days...

100 moments in Josh/Donna's relationship during the first 100 days of the Santos Administration.

Fics:

Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own.

Josh/Donna

this is the wonder (that's keeping the stars apart) by joshatella (shuuuliet) | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

i want you, baby (like you can’t understand) by hanyolo for flowersinapril | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

everything I need is right here by my side by WitchyPrentiss for flowersinapril | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Domestic Days by spooky_spacegirl | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

C.J./Danny

None of Us are More than Caretakers by onekisstotakewithme for daylight_angel, miabicicletta, Luppiters, hondagirll | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | In Progress

Ten Weeks by Jxjxjx | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | In Progress

nobody knows how to get back home by Luppiters | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | Complete

Other Pairings/Gen Fic

Wait For Me by imperfectirises | Rated M | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

Staying on Script by Mabis | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete

sturgeon by hell_to_breakfast | Not Rated | Ellie Bartlet | Complete

A Different Life by PreppyPrincess5103 (JAG crossover) | Rated M | Sarah "Mac" MacKenzie/Sam Seaborn | In progress

So Why Did You Decide to Come Here by Hackney123 | Rated E | Ainsley Hayes/Original Character | Complete

In Conversation with Edie Ortega by Hackney123 | Not Rated | Edie Ortega, Original Characters | Complete

cat’s out of the bag by Anonymous | Rated T | Jed Bartlet & C. J. Cregg & Josh Lyman & Leo McGarry & Sam Seaborn & Toby Ziegler | Complete

Multiple Pairings

Labor of Love by mlea7675 | Rated T | Zoey Bartlet/Charlie Young, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

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msmarycrawley · 2 years

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Fictober Day 9

Prompt: “How would that even work?”

Fandom: The West Wing

Pairing: Sam Seaborn/Ainsley Hayes

Rating: General

Summary: For the first time in ages, Ainsley Hayes is truly speechless.

Ao3

In retrospect, she should have known something was up when Sam was on his best behavior all night. The date was perfect: the weather was beautiful, he took her to a fancy Italian restaurant with amazing food and they didn’t argue once.

That didn’t stop Ainsley’s surprise when, on a walk around the National Mall after dinner, he stopped, turned around and got down on one knee.

She giggled with uncertainty and opened her mouth to try to speak, but nothing came out. The wind whipped her hair around her head, and she tucked strands behind her ears. Eventually, the words arrive. “Sam… what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” He said with a smile, slowly removing a small black velvet box from his suit pocket.

She gasped and put a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!” Tears started automatically blurring her vision and she wiped them away as fast as they fell. “Sam, oh my god! Are you serious?”

He took a ring out of the box. “Ainsley Hayes, w-”

“Wait,” she sputtered. “How would that even work?”

From what little she could see, Sam looked confused but endeared. “What do you mean?”

“With my family and your family, and like, you’re a Democrat and I’m a Republican and-holy shit this is so huge-” Ainsley was almost sobbing; she felt completely mortified and elated all at once.

Sam stood up and walked to her. He kissed her forehead and held her face in his hands, tilting it up to look at him. He was crying a little too.

“It’s been two years. I love you, my mom loves you, you’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. The rest we can deal with when it comes. We’ll make it work, I promise.”

Ainsley nodded and sniffed, taking deep breaths. He was right- they could do this. She looked out at the near empty path before them. A path they’d walk as fiances in just a few minutes. “I love you too. Okay, d-do your thing.”

Sam got back down on one knee and held her hand. She gripped it tight. He opened the ring box again and Ainsley saw up close how gorgeous it was.

“Oh my god-” she started to say.

“Ainsley Hayes, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“OF COURSE!” She blurted out. Sam beamed, and they hugged each other close.

The perfect end to a perfect night.

#the west wing #sam seaborn #ainsley hayes #fictober22 #sam x ainsley #fanfiction

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joshdonnas · 10 months

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In which Ainsley makes an innocent question and gets subjected to The Joshdonna Show ™️ (featuring Sam).

17 PEOPLE (2x18) | The West Wing (1999-2006)

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dearemma · 19 days

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#thewestwingedit #the west wing #ainsley hayes #sam seaborn #dailyfilmtv #ainsley x sam #usertelevision #mine*

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b00pyb00p · 2 months

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It’s Final Countdown!!

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 2 years

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joshua lyman, (class) president maker

it's class president season in d.c. of course josh lyman is on it

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#the west wing #josh lyman x donna moss #ainsley hayes x sam seaborn #josh lyman #donna moss #sam seaborn #ainsley hayes

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3mcwriting · 1 year

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Any Fan's Dream, Part 7

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

Taglist: @secretly-sirens, @zeeader, @imdoingathingmom, @x-theolivia, @ainsley-official, @huntress-artemiss, @hoohoohope, @ourgoddessathena, @wiintaersoldier

Sorry if I missed anyone, please just message me again and I'll add you.

Rhodey stood across from Sam, gesturing as he talked, "Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have."

Sam's arms were crossed as they debated. "So let's say we agree to this thing, how long is it gonna be until they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?"

"117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you're just like, 'Nah, it's cool. We got it'."

"How long are you gonna play both sides?" Sam asked.

Your eye darted back and forth between the two of them, feeling panic begin to build in your chest as it played out exactly like in the movie.

You tore your gaze away from the arguing men and looked at the woman was seated beside you on the couch. After the Secretary had left, everyone had moved to a living room in the Compound, you were on the couch, seated next to Tony who was laying down with his hand on his face. Nat had moved to sit next to you in the unoccupied space.

"You sure weren't afraid to speak your mind." Natasha said, "And your opinions seem clear as to what side you're on."

You shook your head, "I'm not on any side. I just want you guys to stick together and get the respect you deserve."

Vision's voice grabbed everyone's attention. "I have an equation."

Sam turned to look at him. "Oh, this will clear it up."

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially." Vision continued. "During the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate."

Steve, who had the Accords opened in his hands, spoke up, "Are you saying it's our fault?"

Vision looked around, "I'm saying there may be a causality."

You wrapped your arms around yourself, listening as he went on.

"Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict...breeds catastrophe. Oversight...Oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand."

"Boom." Rhodey said, feeling that his point had been proven.

Natasha looked past you to the man laying down, "Tony, you're being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal."

"It's because he's already made up his mind." Steve and you said, simultaneously.

You knew that line. Of course you knew that line.

If you didn't find a way to change Tony's mind, then they would split.

Tony glance at you, then directed his gaze toward Steve. "Boy, you know me so well." Tony got up from the couch, and began to walk to the kitchen which was only a few short paces from the living room. "Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache. That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain," he grabbed a coffee mug, "discomfort. Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?"

He tapped a tablet on the counter, and you winced when you saw the image projected.

"Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. He's a great kid, computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig planned at Intel for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world."

You could see the haunted look on Tony's face, one that told you, 'people are dead. And it's because of us.'

"Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where? Sokovia."

You watched as Wanda looked down, the way multiple of them ducked their head in guilt.

"He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. We won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass." Tony took a drink from his coffee, "There's no decision making process here." Raising his voice, he said, "We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys."

"You are nothing like the bad guys." Heads turned to face you, eyes directed on you. It was a bit intimidating, having the Avengers stare at you, but you didn't regret your words. "There will always be someone who needs saving, but nobody can save everyone. The deaths are not your fault. Please," you looked at Tony. "You've saved the world. Multiple times. Yes, people died, and yes, that is horrible. But that doesn't mean you give up, you keep fighting for a better tomorrow and one day there will be one. You are heroes."

Steve nodded his agreement, "Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don't give up."

"Who said we're giving up?" Tony questioned.

"We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame." Steve asserted.

"I'm sorry, Steve. That is dangerously arrogant." Rhodey interjected, "This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the World Security Panel, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D., it's not Hydra-"

"No, but it's run by people with agendas, and agendas change."

To your dismay, the debate took a far-too-similar path as it did in the movies. Even with you trying to keep them together, trying to make them see all the ways they helped the world, you weren't sure that you had managed to make any difference at all.

At the end, Tony had told you that he would be driving you back to the Tower. The drive back was awkward, filled with unspoken words and lingering questions. You found yourself looking out the window the entire drive back, unable to look at Tony lest he see the water beginning to pool in your eyes. To distract yourself, you watched in the rear-view mirror as the self-driving car you had taken earlier, followed the two of you as the ride went on.

It was hard, knowing that your insignificance in your previous world had still managed to wind up in this world. You were lost, how were you supposed to keep the team together when everything was trying to pull them apart?

Tony dropped you off at your apartment, and when you bid each other goodbye, you couldn't help but notice the tension between you two. You hated it because only days earlier you were hanging out with him while the two of you enjoyed music and each other's company. You entered the apartment, grateful for the key "your" mom had given you, glad that you wouldn't be seen breaking down in tears in the hallway.

After locking the door closed behind you, you ran to your room. You shut that door too, happy that "your" parents were working so they couldn't question your actions.

You collapsed on your bed, curling into the blankets in a search to find some form of comfort. You lip trembled, thoughts spiraling.

How were you going to keep them together? Was the team supposed to stay together? What happens if you you're just as useless in this world as you were in yours? What happened if you changed Civil War and they stay together and you end up screwing up Endgame? Actually, you probably didn't have to worry about that based on how little your choices seemed to affect anyone. You were insignificant. Everyone was going to hate each other because you couldn't do fucking anything.

Your eyes had begun to well up, but they finally spilled over, cascading down your face. The trails of water left paths showing your sadness, your frustration. Your body shook with sobs, your breath quickening.

"(Y/N)?! (N/N) ARE YOU OK? (Y/N)!"

Peter's voice interrupted your sobbing, sometime while you shifted around on the bed, you had butt-dialed Peter.

You tried to calm your breathing so you could respond, but that just ended up choking you up more as more cries spilled out of you.

"I'll be right over."

You didn't even hear him, had no clue he was coming over until Peter had burst into your room.

He hurried over to you, forehead creased in concern, "(y/n), what can I do?"

You tried to say something, anything, but your breathing had only gotten faster and your sobs were choking you and you needed air you needed to breath-

Peter's concern of making you uncomfortable was shoved aside when he saw you descend into panic. He grasped your hands in his, causing you to look at him through wet eyelashes, vision blurred.

"(y/n)," Peter tried to keep his voice calm and even, even as his worry began to spiral. "I'm right here. You're ok. Try to relax. Slow down your breathing."

You tried to follow his directions, but his words weren't able to penetrate the poisonous words you had thought to yourself earlier.

Peter began to panic as your sobs only got worse, he didn't know how to help you. Was he supposed to hug you? Give you space? Ask how you were doing? Distract you? Questions swirled within him and he could feel his own breathing quicken, but he forced himself to relax because you needed him.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding your shaking body. Your arms draped loosely at your sides as you cried. He rubbed your back, knowing that that helps him relax so he hoped that it would work for you too.

He talked to you softly, hoping to get you to calm down your breathing. "Ned and I built a new Lego today," he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say, but continued to ramble. While he did, he kept on rubbing your back with one hand while the other hand grasped your limp hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, time lost to both of you. At some point, he had moved the two of you. He was sitting up against the headboard, you beside him. Your arms were wrapped around yourself in a desperate search for comfort and he pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, arms encircling you to shield you from the world.

Your breathing had slowed, but your sobs were still pouring out of you frequently. There were just too many things you had to think about, so much you had to change. Your thoughts drifted to Infinity War, when Peter would disappear in front of Tony's eyes, crying that he didn't want to go. That only made you cry harder.

"It's okay, I'm right here." Peter said. He continued to try to calm you, to try to make you feel better because it was breaking his heart to see someone so amazing break into pieces.

He's right here. You repeated in your mind, right now, everything is fine. I need to make sure it stays that way.

You forced yourself to calm down, telling yourself that you were strong and you could make a change. That, along with Peter's continued rambling helped center you, thoughts not falling to hell but managing to stay anchored to Earth.

It took you a while, but eventually you were able to stop your crying, the occasional hiccup was the only thing remaining.

"Thank you, Peter," you managed, voice raspy. You wiped your face, trying to dry it with the soft blanket beside you.

"Anytime," Peter told you honestly. "Do you...do you want to talk about it?"

You were ready to refuse but...

Telling him about the Avengers splitting up wouldn't reveal any otherworldly knowledge. You could ask for help, couldn't you?

You worried what the unforeseen consequences could be, but in the moment, you needed to talk to someone about it and you just prayed that your choices wouldn't come back to haunt Peter.

"The Avengers-" you stopped, hiccupping. "They're fighting. And I'm worried that they're going to break up."

Peter's eyes softened. He knew how much you cared about the people on that team, how much you idolized them and adored them. It was clear now why you had broken down, he knew a little about your home life. Your parents worked often, and while they loved you and praised you, they're jobs kept them away from you. In high school, you had a large group of friends. You had surrounded yourself with good people, and they had filled in that loneliness in your home-life.

But when you graduated and a vast majority of your friends left to explore the world before college, pursuing their dreams, you had stayed behind for your internship with Tony Stark. You had won the internship after winning a contest at your school. That internship included schooling and at the end of it you would receive a degree. You had been undeniably proud of your friends, but that pride didn't dissuade the loneliness from creeping back within you when they had left.

Peter had met you when you were a senior and he was a freshman, you had tutored him through a couple of classes. He had always been intelligent, but you were smart on a whole other level. The way you looked up to the Avengers, he looked up to you. After his tutoring was done, the two of you had kept in contact and he was happy to say that you were a good friend of his.

The Avengers were like family to you, and with the possibility of that family splitting up, of course you were upset.

"What can I do to help?" Peter asked.

You thought about it, wondering if maybe, just maybe he could help you think of a solution.

"I have to keep them together," you stated. "But I don't know how."

Peter nodded. "I'll help you in any way I can."

And then he smiled at you and it was real, and kind, and determined.

You just couldn't stop the faint smile that rose to your face as he asked you questions, brainstorming with you. The two of you stayed there for hours, tossing ideas back and forth and although you were stressed about the upcoming events, you were happy for the person who had been thrown your way to help.

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honeykngdom · 8 months

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𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 | 𝚎. 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 | 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

Pairing: Embry Call x Original Character Summary: Join Ainsley and Embry as they embark on a journey where they are forced to question everything they thought they knew, and embrace the pain that is inevitable to avoid in love. An imprint story. Self-discovery. Angst and romance. Word Count: 5.2k Warnings: N/A Taglist: @leilaniers - message / comment if you'd like to be tagged in new chapters (or for Embry content in general)! prev. chapter

Several weeks went by like that. Once a week, I would tell Embry that I was heading to work but would detour to the Cullen household instead. Alice and I would often coordinate together to make sure that Jacob and Renesmee weren’t in the area before I showed up. Keeping them in the dark for now still seemed like it was our best option – Jacob wouldn’t be able to withhold it from Embry even if he wanted to. In between working at the diner and helping Maddox push the boundaries of his control, I spent every ounce of my free time with Embry and the boys.

So many parts of me felt guilty for lying to him – especially when he had been putting forward more effort to fit into my life.

The pair of us visited home once every other week to have breakfast or dinner with my family. Embry and the pack spent more time trying including my brothers, which helped integrate them into the pack in their own unique way. It was nice to have Travis part of the mix now, but I still worried that he might get hurt. Understandably so, Sam still had reservations when it came to some of the younger members, but as long as we kept it within the main ranks, he seemed satisfied. With the tension growing thicker between the pack and the obvious need to find the nomads, everyone’s control had not been the greatest. Jacob and Embry had gotten into it a few times, even Seth and Quil were more on edge.

I asked a few times about his mother – she had remarried and moved off the reservation to Tacoma. Had a second child now that Embry was independent and a man of his own. For the most part, Embry didn’t speak much about her. Part of me found it incredibly sad; Quil had explained that Tiffany had been incredibly upset and scared during their teen years when the pack first began phasing. Unlike Billy and Sue, Tiffany had no idea about the tribe’s legends, or that there was any possibility they may hold any semblance of truth. Embry was never able to tell Tiffany the truth about what was going on, and the distance put a heavy strain on their relationship.

“When’s the last time he went to see her?”

Quil shrugged, “Not really sure. Christmas a couple years ago, maybe?”

Vague, but that was Quil. Sure, it wasn’t my place to meddle, but Embry had given me such a hard time about maintaining a relationship with my own mother that I thought it was a little hypocritical that he hardly maintained one with his own.

Christmas came and went; Embry opted to ‘gift’ me quite a few things, including an actual coffee machine for his kitchen, as well as a pretty white gold chain with a sterling crescent moon cut out. We spent most of our time together on his new couch (which he purchased a few days after he attempted to sleep on the loveseat following my initial run in with Maddox) wrapped in each other's arms with the fireplace going.

Each week, Maddox would return to the Cullen’s with more accurate locations on the safehouses for any vampire Garrett turned, making a total of five by the time the new year had come. Edward would inform Jacob regarding their locations, trying to make it seem as though Alice had seen it in a vision while following the female nomad – Jacob would bring the news home to the others; they then tore through each house one by one tear and destroyed whatever nomad kept residence.

I tried not to think about it too much. If I got too caught up in the semantics, things always got bad.

There were only three nomads that remained, apart from Maddox. The closer the pack got to taking out the threat, the more uneasy things began to feel at home. Emily was nearing six months into her second pregnancy – bloated and hormonal as ever, causing quite a bit of strain on the pack's eating habits as she was more tired and more hungry. She cared less about feeding everyone else, moreso intent on getting food into her own belly. With no definitive place to gather at, the pack had dispersed their separate ways and only saw each other twice a week as opposed to every day.

Jared and Kim’s wedding was right around the corner, so the pair had been hellbent on having Embry and I help them with the finishing touches. Kim and I spent many late nights and early mornings camping out in Embry and Jacob’s living room, making sure we had a final head count on those invited to the wedding.

When it was mentioned that I was still waiting on the Cullen’s to RSVP, I made sure Kim knew I would have Jacob ask to confirm. We were two weeks into January now – Jacob’s birthday had finally come around. Being the first of his friends to turn twenty-five was a big deal for him, and so the group had collectively pulled together what they were sure was the ultimate birthday experience. After what appeared to be a heart-felt dinner celebration, the boys prompted Jacob into a blindfold and carried him out to Paul’s truck

“We’re taking him to a strip club.” Jared said casually, pulling out a wad of bills larger than I had ever laid eyes on.

“A strip club.” I repeated, watching Paul nod excitedly.

“We did this for my birthday last year – lots of lap dances, lots of booze –”

“I see.” I shared a knowing look with Kim, the pair returning to their post-food comatose on Embry’s couch. Kim had agreed to stay the night with me, knowing the boys would not be home until the early hours of the morning and much to everyone’s dismay, Maddox was still unaccounted for.

The idea that a vampire that had previous connections with his imprint was still out made Embry a little uneasy – the longer the pack went without catching his scent, the more erratic he became. I was being babysat as per Embry’s instruction – the only person that knew of Maddox’s whereabouts apart from myself was Trenton.

Speaking of.

“Are you bringing my brothers?” I asked, shrugging my arms into the sleeves of Embry’s heather gray hoodie.

“Hell yeah,” Jared laughed. “Travis was the one who really pushed for it.”

“That’s because Travis is lonely and miserable while the rest of us have hot as fuck girlfriends.” Embry cooed as he joined us in the living room, leaning over the back of the couch to press his mouth against mine. He enticed a quiet hum from my chest when he sucked on my lower lip.

“Be nice.” I mumbled against his lips, smiling nonetheless.

When the men left for the evening, Kim and I sat curled up on our respective sides of the couch, scrolling through our phones. Undoubtedly, Jared messaged Kim just as quickly as Embry messaged me. We spent what appeared to be well over an hour in silence before I lazily pulled the remote from the coffee table and flipped on the television.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a wife.” Kim said into the quiet room suddenly.

I blinked slowly, shifting my eyes to look over at her. She sat upright, eyes wide with a sort of fear. I was sure this was where I was supposed to say something soothing and reassuring but honestly, I couldn’t believe it either.

Kim and Jared were the least serious couple of the group – which made them the best sort of couple to me. Watching them crack jokes and pull pranks on each other was my favourite pastime – but I knew how marriages worked. They pulled some people apart. And I wanted to believe that wouldn’t happen to them, but I knew there was a chance. Nothing was impossible.

“I can’t believe you’re marrying Jared.” I retorted, turning my attention back to the television. “He’s an adult, male version of Claire –”

“Exactly!” Kim huffed, shaking her head. “Ains, what am I gonna do? I can’t be a wife, I barely know how to cook.”

“Doesn’t Jared?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you don’t have to cook.” I said simply.

Kim deadpanned, mouth slightly ajar as I pulled the wrapper off another holiday mint and popped it into my mouth. “How can you say that?”

I shrugged, shoving my hands into the pocket in the front of the hoodie. “Embry does all the cooking.”

“You don’t help?”

I rolled my eyes, flipping onto my back. “Of course I will help. I just don’t do the cooking – I clean, I do laundry, I wash dishes. I help Emb and Jake make sure the property tax is paid on time and that bills are kept up with – that sort of thing. You’re already doing most of that on your own, anyway.”

Kim let it all process, chewing on her lower lip. “I don’t want to live with a boy. He’s so messy!”

I could only laugh. “It’s less scary than you think, though I’m not the one with a ring on her finger.”

“Easy for you to say – Embry makes more money than Jared does. You’re both sitting on a nice, fluffy cushion of savings, and have the luxury of personal space. Jared’s losing his shit and can barely afford the place he has now.”

“What’s wrong with Jared’s place?”

Kim rubbed her face with her tired hands. “He lives in a very small, very tight one bedroom apartment. We’re both going to be stuck in a very cramped area for a solid year before we can even think about moving out.”

“It won’t be so bad –”

“Embry and Jacob have this entire two story house, Ains. That’s not exactly something people making ends meet have the luxury of owning. You’re already doing better than most people in their thirties.”

I tried to process that information. It hadn’t fully dawned on me that Embry and I were better off than most of their brothers – and hadn’t realized that Kim and Jared were digging themselves a hole. They were one foot in the door to being in debt, and I was stressing out about not having any spending money after paying off next year's tuition.

“Then why get married right now?”

Kim sighed loudly, shaking her head again, this time with a smile that screamed ‘isn’t it obvious?’. “Because I love him.”

“Okay,” I lamented, sitting up, “and he loves you. And that isn’t going to change – in twenty years from now, you’ll still love him and he’ll still love you.”

“Stop being right,” Kim grumbled, pushing my shoulders so that I fell back into the couch, “can you make a stupid decision so the rest of us don’t feel so brain dead?”

I forced a smile. “I’m already making plenty of bad decisions, Kim.” Just none that you can know about.

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Jacob nestled into his corner of the couch, watching as Rosalie ran her fingers through Renesmee’s hair; the trio had been cooped up in the Cullen household all morning. Fork’s was covered under a near constant stream of storm clouds that had yet to let up long enough for him to return home on terms that Nessie deemed ‘safe’. He chalked it up to her wanting some more time with him – which he was always willing to give. In the last seven years, she had grown into quite the remarkable individual. While being incredibly strange to the others in her life, she had a charm that Jacob was certain would bring her sunshine even on the dreariest of days.

Bella and Jacob spent many conversations discussing what they considered appropriate in regards to his relationship with Renesmee. Jacob agreed that it seemed beyond normal to expect anything other than a friendship from her daughter. Regardless of what the Elders might have believed, Jake couldn’t see past the babyface. There was a small part of him that didn’t sit well at the thought of trying to pursue a romantic relationship with her; he genuinely feared there might be a day when Renesemee asked for more, and he wouldn’t be able to refuse. That his genes wouldn’t allow him — they had taken so much autonomy from his as it was.

Instead, Jacob made a vow to be the shoulder to cry on when boys attempted to break her big heart. He would be her best friend and protector – and he would love her unconditionally and always think of her safety and comfortability above all else. He was perfectly content watching over what he considered his family. But that was where it ended – there was nothing romantic about it, or to come of it. He needed to be sure of it, so much so that no one had referred to Renesmee as his ‘imprint’ since her first few months of life.

Small pale fingers touched his knee, pulling his sight into a tunnel before images played in fast-forward: circling glimpses of Ainsley and Emily, along with the unspoken question of their well-being led Jacob to believe that Nessie missed the reservation, and had not felt wanted or welcome since Thanksgiving. The last Nessie had heard from Ainsley was a few weeks ago, just before Christmas. She had gotten a phone call, asking where the Cullen’s resided, mentioning something about wanting to come see her – to apologize.

Ainsley had never shown up.

Jacob had apologized for his cousin's ignorance many times – tried to explain on multiple occasions that Ainsley just hadn’t known about anything. Despite that knowledge, Edward and Bella still believed it would be better if Renesmee remained on their side of the border.

This resulted in Jacob’s absence at home – which he soon realized was putting strain on the rest of the pack. Everyone withdrew into their own personal lives again, just when things were finally beginning to look normal. It was so nice, having everyone together all the time. He remembered a time when he hated spending every waking second with a group of rowdy, immature boys but he longed for those days all the time now. The only reason why they had fallen back into old habits was because of Ainsley and Embry – a sort of means to help her feel inclusive. Especially after Embry’s shitshow.

It appeared as though Ainsley was tougher than everyone gave her credit for. She handled Embry’s temper like a champ, dutifully stepping up to the plate when the others fell short. Acted as a mother hen whenever Emily couldn’t be bothered to scold or bake for the group. But even that had become daunting. In between working and trying to keep up with everyone in her life – the pack and her own family, Jacob could see the strain and exhaustion in Ainsley’s eyes.

Things would’ve been different now, he’d tell himself. If he could just bring Nessie back to the reservation, if they’d just let him, he could pull everyone back together again.

He offered his best friend a sad smile, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a tight squeeze. “I’m sure you’ll see them soon.” He promised.

“C’mon, Ness,” Rose said quietly, urging her to stand, “let’s get you something to eat.”

“What about me?” Jacob complained, watching Nessie disappear into the kitchen.

Rosalie looked over her shoulder, the corner of her mouth upturned in an exhausted smile. “You can fend for yourself, Jacob. You’re no stranger to our kitchen.”

The wolf scoffed, turning his attention back to the television mounted to the wall. The news was muted, the screen split between the terrors that were turning Seattle upside down for the second time this decade, along with whatever college basketball game was playing in the local area. From his peripheral vision, Jake caught the figure of a stranger trudging up the driveway.

It wasn’t until said visitor started taking the steps at the front door two at a time that Jacob stood and rushed down the stairs. Obscene anger and rage filled his body, a searing heat bubbling at the surface. The part of him that needed to ensure Renesmee’s safety overtook his judgement. The scent filled the room before the door had even had a chance to open – Jacob’s hands pressed flat against their shoulders and shoved them hard, sending the body flying back a few several feet.

The man’s response was automatic: cold hands gripped his throat tightly, the growl rising from somewhere deep within both their chests. The sounds clashed together, so different but with the same underlying warning. Jacob clenched his fist around one of the vampire's wrists, pulling roughly with a loud snarl, twisting the figure away. Just as quickly, Jacob found himself being hoisted up – not by much – before his body came crashing down on the cement of the stairs, the brick crumbling under his weight and the sheer force of the impact. Jacob heaved in air, desperately trying to breath around the vice grip on his throat; it wasn’t until he really looked at the intruder that he stopped struggling.

His face was smooth except for the slight stubble that permanently resided on his lower face. His hair fell in loose waves, framing his squared jaw in that sort of subtly perfect way. Every fiber in Jacob’s body, every vein screamed in protest as his scent overwhelmed him. Over some time, he had grown accustomed to the stench of the Cullen’s, but his was different.

Familiar, but different.

Jacob thought back, trying to pinpoint where he had picked up on the scent before. Jasper was pulling the man – Maddox, as he called himself – away from Jacob’s limp body, his mind swirling when Renesmee placed her hands on his shoulders, worry and anxiety filling his mind.

Jacob shut his eyes tightly, shaking his head quickly as though to clear her thoughts from his head. He had definitely caught this scent before. Not from patrol. Not from a local bar. Not from the diner –

The diner.

Ainsley.

His eyes shot open, frame bolting forward as quickly as he could manage, tremor rolling down his spine as he collided with the nomad’s body and sent him backwards again – this time far enough that he disappeared momentarily into the underbrush of the forest.

“What’s he doing here?” Jacob growled.

Maddox stood slowly, readjusting his jacket, amber eyes locked on Jacob’s heaving frame. “Control your guard dog, would you?” He muttered to Jasper, picking a leaf out of his hair.

“I thought you said you didn’t know where the nomads were.” Jacob accused with heavy disappointment, looking down at Renesmee. She shrugged under the weight of his gaze, seeming just as confused as Jacob.

“He’s not the problem, Jake.” Jasper said quickly, holding out one hand as a means of halting Jacob from moving forward. “He came to Carlisle for help. That’s all we’re trying to do.”

“Yeah, expand the family a little more, it’s not like you’re big enough already.” Jacob spat, pulling his lips back over his teeth. “It’s not like the large quantity hasn’t already put enough strain on us before. What’s a few more kids, huh?”

“Jacob …”

“There are seventeen of us,” he growled, taking a step to the side, “half of them are trying to stop it from happening again, some of them left altogether, and the rest of us are trying to settle down and start our lives.”

“We didn’t turn him –”

“This wasn’t part of the agreement.” Chief Jacob was slowly starting to break out of shell. Very rarely did Jacob like being the alpha – more so settled into the role because Sam had made a definitive decision to leave it behind. It had been two years since Sam had last phased – two years until the night the nomads crossed onto their land. No one was entirely certain how long it would take to break the bond – Sam stopped after expecting his first child, but now would have to start all over again.

Not exactly the stress Emily needed.

“Jacob.” The wolf tensed, halting his feet from moving as Carlisle came down past the ruins of the stairs and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Allow us to explain. Please.”

After an hour of arguments and several hand tremors, Jacob was finally seated in the living room, watching Maddox carefully. So, he had sought out help for control. So, he didn’t want to be a vampire. So, he didn’t anticipate all of the downfalls to being an immortal bloodsucking killer – what a shocker. That didn’t excuse that Jacob couldn't trust his loyalty.

“And no one knows?” He asked again, squinting his eyes at Maddox.

The vampire’s facial features remained smooth and even, his head tilting to the side, “None of the dogs know, no.”

“Would you stop calling us that?”

“Would you stop trying to find a loophole so you can kill me?” Maddox asked angrily, leaning forward with his knuckles on his knees.

Jacob growled inwardly, pulling his eyes away from Maddox. Nessie sat on the other side of the couch, her legs folded under her, her arms wrapped around one of the throw pillows. He could see the wheels in her tiny, brilliant mind turning. She was trying to piece it all together, trying to pinpoint exactly what fit and didn’t. What was a lie and what was the truth.

“Speak your mind, kiddo.” Jacob encouraged, folding his arms across his broad chest.

She shook her head, gnawing on her lower lip – a human Bella trait she had picked up in the last few years – and sighed. “It doesn’t add up.” Renesmee was looking at Maddox now, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “How did you find us? We’re not exactly easily accessible.”

His amber eyes darted up from the frayed string of his shirt to meet her eyes. He took a few moments before he responded. “I had an inside friend help.”

Renesmee’s brows pulled together in frustration, letting out a petulant sigh. “We do have a lot of friends …” She mused to herself, still working to fit two and two together.

“Give it up.” Maddox suggested angrily, pushing himself up out of the recliner.

Jacob shot him a look in warning. “We’re just trying to piece it together –”

His voice boomed, overpowering Jacob’s easily. “Trust me when I say that you, of all people, do not want to know.” There was a certainty to his look. The way his eyes hardened in a definitive way. The way that halted the conversation. Jacob knew that look – Jacob had mastered that look.

“What do you mean ‘me of all people?” Apparently Jacob was going to play Paul today – asking useless questions, taking personal offense to the nomads words.

“It’s just in your best interest to not know, that’s all.”

“Oh, bullshit.” Jacob bit back, rising to his own two feet. “If you want an in with this family, you’re going to have to get used to letting me in, bloodsucker.”

“I don’t owe you anything.” Maddox laughed, tucking his hair behind his ears. “Cute that you think so.”

“Jake –”

“Dude, you seriously need to start talking or I’m going to find a loophole –”

“Jake, stop it –”

“-- and I’m going to rip your head off –”

“Jacob, enough –”

“-- and deliver it on a silver platter to my brothers –”

“Jacob!”

“What?” His voice boomed, eyes glowering over to where Renesmee sat, watching the pair anxiously.

She licked her lips, looking over at Carlisle before she looked past Jacob to Maddox. She took a deep breath, and then sighed. “Ainsley brought him here.”

Jacob’s face contorted, his brows pulling together and up, confusion littering his face. “What? No she didn’t.”

“Think about it.”

“I know Ains, okay? She wouldn’t help this scumbag –” Jacob paused.

His thoughts snapped back to the afternoon that started the mad-leech hunt. The night before the babyshower. The night Ainsley had come home reeking of one of the leeches, the night Trent had muttered something about how she had tolerated sitting with a scumbag.

“Maddox.” He whispered quietly, the last of the puzzle pieces falling together. He lifted his eyes to meet the vampire’s, his face crumpling as guilt registered across the other's face. “She brought you here.”

“I asked her to.”

“Why?” Jacob pressed.

Maddox blinked, “Because this isn’t for me. What they’re doing – to innocent people – isn’t me. I came here to learn control, Ainsley helps a lot with that.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jacob said, holding a hand up, “she helps?”

“Yes, she does.” Carlisle conceded from the archway, leaning against the wood with his shoulder. “It appears as though the personal human tie he had with Ainsley helps keep him grounded. We’ve made incredible progress in the last few weeks – far more than Jasper was comfortable with in his first few years of this lifestyle.”

Jacob felt his heart sink, the realization hitting him that he was going to be the one to tell Embry.

Tell Embry that his imprint was lying to him.

Tell Embry that his imprint was hiding one of the nomads.

Hiding the nomad Embry wanted dead the most. The one he spent nights envisioning, the one he had torn to shreds in his mind over and over again –

“Why did you tell me this?” He asked angrily at no one in particular. “Do you know what this is going to do? Do you know what’s going to happen now?”

“You can’t say anything –” Maddox started, reaching for Jacob’s arm.

“The fuck I can’t.” He growled, glaring at the pale fingers. “I have an obligation. I’m an alpha to a pack that can read my fucking mind, I literally have no way of withholding this.”

Maddox froze, slight terror sinking into his features. “If they know –”

“They’ll cross the border and come for you. And I won’t be able to stop them.” Jacob finished angrily, nostrils flaring. “You’re directly linked to one of their imprints, that makes you a bigger threat than the rest.”

“I’m not killing anybody!”

“Ainsley isn’t just anybody.”

“I’m well aware.” Maddox spat in return, his face quickly shifting. “I wouldn’t hurt her.”

“Won’t stop Embry from trying to sink his teeth into you.”

“Right – the whole soulmate thing –”

“Do not,” he growled, letting out his breath in a big huff. “Imprinting is more than some soulmate. Especially to Embry, alright? This is his person. She is everything to him – if not being able to kill you doesn’t kill him, knowing she lied to protect you will.”

Maddox stopped, his vision pulling into the middle before images flashed through his mind. Renesmee’s warm hand touched his chest, forcing visuals into his mind. The sensation ran over his body, the chilling vibration that was accompanied by the pounding in his skull.

Ainsley’s bright, cheery smile took up the majority of the images, along with a man. He was tall and tanned, and appeared to look very much like Jacob. His hair was short and nearly buzzed, his frame was thinner than Jacob’s, and certainly just as tall. Together, Ainsley and Embry looked like a match-made in heaven; she fit perfectly under his chin, fit perfectly in his arms. Her arms draped over his shoulders and around his neck, the intensity of what appeared to be an innocent display of affection made Maddox feel as though he were intruding on a personal moment.

Renesmee was showing him exactly what it meant to be an imprint – showing him exactly what kind of bond was at stake. What Ainsley was at risk of losing.

In the next set of images, she showed Embry’s frame convulsing, his bones shifting in slo-mo, his body exploding out of pure rage into something nearly ten times his original size.

It showed Ainsley hunched over another's arm, emptying the contents of her stomach onto the floor.

Maddox had to pull away, taking a few steps out of reach. He struggled for breath he didn’t really need, thinking about the importance this relationship might have actually been to her – and how he had forced her into a corner to help him, just so he could possibly stick around, just so he could see her again.

“Please,” he said finally, looking at Jacob with desperation, “please don’t say anything.”

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I sat on one of the couches in the basement, eyes glued to the television as Travis and Trenton argued back and forth on pizza toppings for their dinner, prolonging our dart game far longer than necessary. TJ had been called up to Seattle for investigations, while Jennie worked double shifts to cover the incoming trauma’s. The collapse of all the dominos linking all pieces of our family had both Trent and I on edge – hence the current ongoing battle between my brothers.

“Oh my god,” I cried, rolling my neck. “Just pick something already, I’m starving!”

“Just let Ains pick something!” Travis growled, ripping the pamphlet out of Trent’s hands.

“Uh, no,” he laughed once, taking the menu back, “she likes shit like chicken on her pizza – I don’t fucking think so.”

“What’s wrong with chicken?”

“It doesn’t belong on pizza – that’s what’s wrong with chicken!”

I rubbed my temples, blowing out my breath slowly. Each passing day I spent confined in my parents house made me more irritated and miserable. The boys had not stopped fighting, Embry became more preoccupied as the pack circled in on the final safehouse Alice and Edward had provided. In an effort to ease his mind, Leah had asked that Trent keep an eye on me.

Of course I had objected, but that didn’t seem to matter much, seeing as I was (essentially) moved home.

Once food had been ordered, and I stuffed my face with my share, I retired to my bedroom. I flipped the lock on my knob, sighing as I leaned my back against the door. I had half-expected Embry to be settled into my bed, instead the room sat empty and cold.

I wandered to where my phone had been plugged in, scrolling through the notifications. Two messages from Embry.

Won’t see you 2night. Jake needs me to cover his shift.

Sleep tight xoxo

I smiled to myself, pulling the phone to my chest as I collapsed onto the bed. Iyah looked up from the floor, tilting his head to the side in question. “For one night.” I nodded, laughing when the puppy happily joined me on the mattress, circling into his place in the corner. “Just don’t tell Embry, kay?”

The dog huffed in response, enticing another giggle from me. I scratched behind his ear, pressing a kiss to his muzzle before I rolled onto my back.

I wondered what Jacob was up to – being as responsible as he was, it wasn’t like him to pass along his duties to anyone else. Especially not Embry. That was moreso what Seth was for, being in his prime. I ripped my hair tie from my head, stretching my legs out as the moon casted the shadows of the treetops into my room.

From somewhere in the distance, I could hear a wolf howl.

#embry call #embry call imagine #embry call fanfiction #embry call x reader #embry call x oc #twilight fanfiction #kiowa gordon #twilight imagines #series: SAH #* mine #jacob black #paul lahote

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onekisstotakewithme · 1 year

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#genuinely curious about this one actually #sam seaborn #the west wing #tww #ainsley hayes #sam x ainsley

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Adorable, Yet Ill Adored - Chapter 8 "Just One Little Dance"

Adorable, Yet Ill Adored: F/M, Sam/Ainsley. An attempt to fill in the cracks of the saga of Ainsley Hayes and Sam Seaborn, a messy, blossoming story of love and lust behind the scenes.

An excerpt from Chapter 8: Just One Little Dance (out now)

Her body was almost pressed tight against his, now, the thick robe the only thing standing between him and her soft skin. The song continued in the background, but Ainsley had stopped dancing. Her grin had turned more mischievous than gleeful, her hands warm against Sam’s. The heat of her office was getting more and more pronounced, as jets of hot steam rushed through the pipes onto the rest of the White House. “Sam, could you get the door?” He gulped and looked behind him again. “In your office? Really?” She tittered. “Oh please, Sam, you’re the only one who’s come down here in months. Besides…” She grabbed the belt of her robe and dangled it in her hand. “I’m getting a little hot, and I want to slip into something a little more…comfortable.”

Thank you and enjoy.

#the west wing #west wing #sam/ainsley #sam x ainsley #sam seaborn #ainsley hayes #ao3 #smut #romance #fanfic

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Weekly Press Briefing #36: February 26th - March 4th

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from February 26 - March 4, 2023! Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!

Challenges/Prompts:

The following is a roundup of open challenges/prompts. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

@thefinestmuffin and @JessBakesCakes hosted a casual Josh/Donna Rom Com Fest that revealed fics on February 14. Submissions are still open and fics can be read here.

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from February 26 - March 4.

Allison Janney posted photos of herself with Kristin Chenoweth and Katy Perry at Carol Burnett’s 90th birthday special.

Amy Landecker posted photos of some of her and Brad’s pets.

Bradley Whitford posted a selfie with TWW cameraman Dave Chameides.

Josh Malina posted a selfie (with friends) and another photo from the NY Knicks game.

Kim Webster posted a video of herself drinking tequila from the bottle and chasing it with lemon juice.

Melissa Fitzgerald posted a photo of herself with her family in honor of her mother’s birthday.

Rob Lowe posted a selfie with his dogs.

@janelmilfoney: February 26 | February 27 | March 1

@JanneyUpdates: March 2

This Week in Canon:

Welcome to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.

Season 2, Episode 16: Somebody’s Going to Emergency, Somebody’s Going to Jail aired on February 28, 2001.

Season 4, Episode 17: Red Haven’s on Fire aired on February 26, 2003.

Season 5, Episode 16: Eppur Si Muove aired on March 3, 2004.

Season 6, Episode 17: A Good Day aired on March 2, 2005.

Editor’s Choice:

With the anniversary of the airing of Somebody’s Going to Emergency, Somebody’s Going to Jail, here are a few of our favorite fics featuring or centered around Sam Seaborn!

consider this a gift (as you taste him on your lips) by sam_writes_fics for thefinestmuffins | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete | Sam’s eyes dart down to Josh’s lips. “You really think you could’ve done better?”

Josh hesitates for a second, then sets the unopened beer bottles down on the counter.

“I know I could’ve.”

Friendship, Rings, and Heartstrings by JessBakesCakes | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Sam feels sort of like a whack-a-mole at the arcade with how quickly and intensely the epiphany hits him. Maybe this is it. Maybe they’ll finally get it together. Behind all the flirting and banter is an incredible devotion they have to each other; one that possesses them to eat only a bite of a granola bar for nearly twenty-four hours or to hop on an international flight with whatever nonsensical items would fit in a backpack. He’s seen it for years now; he’s just been waiting for them to see it too.

are you still the same soul i met under the bleachers by singingaboutwishingx for claudiasjeancregg | Rated T | Will Bailey/Sam Seaborn | Complete | Will, on a decade of love, saying goodbye, and Sam.

sam and will, to the tune of “dorothea” and “‘tis the damn season”.

Unlikely by eowyn_of_rohan | Rated G | Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn | Sam. Ainsley. Unlikely. (Or, part one in a series the author has challenged herself to wherein she plays songs at random via shuffle, picks something from the lyrics, and writes a one-shot drabble/short fic inspired by that lyrical phrase or a single word.)

More Than Just A Word by Sophie [archived by westwingfancentral_archivist] | Rated G | Sam Seaborn & Toby Ziegler | Complete | Sam tries to come to terms with his father's infidelity.

Fics:

Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own. If you are so inclined, please be sure to leave the authors some love in the form of kudos or comments. Be mindful of posted warnings/tags for each story.

Josh/Donna

we finally got it all right by mikaylawrites | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

where you go, i go (so jump and i’m jumping) by neilix for turtlse | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

I Wish I Was by Shinyrosa | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

tunnel vision, tangerine tongue by dusktillmidnight | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

of the united states by violet_storms | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Domestic Days by spooky_spacegirl | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

Other Pairings/Gen Fic

A Different Life by PreppyPrincess5103 (JAG crossover) | Rated M | Sarah "Mac" MacKenzie/Sam Seaborn | In progress

it started off with a kiss... now it ended up like this by imawkwardlysoc | Rated G | Sam Seaborn/Original Female Character | In Progress

CJ/Danny Drabbles by krazykitkat | Rated M | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | In Progress

Wait For Me by imperfectirises | Rated M | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

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honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

Song- Like Real People Do by Hozier

Pairing- Josh Lyman x gn!reader

Warning(s)- None

Summary- Josh and the reader pretend to be a fake couple for Sam and Ainsley's wedding.

Wordcount- 1,809

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” I mumbled as Josh stood next to me during cocktail hour.

“Look just a few more hours before we can end this,” he told me before leaving to take pictures.

“A few hours too long,” I sighed.

*Few Weeks Ago*

Tossing my bag on the couch and slipping my shoes off, I took off my jacket and headed into my kitchen to see what I had left in the fridge. Filling my plate up with the last of deli meats and sliced cheese, I poured myself some wine before sitting my butt down on my couch. While on the TV, I scrolled through the channels until I landed on a random show. Getting into the mood of relaxation, it was soon interrupted when there was rapid knocking on my door. Letting out a groan and getting up from my couch, I went up to my door and opened it to see a curly haired brunette standing there.

“What do you want Lyman?” I questioned him. “I was about to relax.”

“I need a favor,” he walked into my apartment.

“You always need one, not surprised,” I took a gulp out of my glass of wine. “What is it this time?”

“I need you to be my partner,” I choked on my wine when he told me. “Be my fake partner just for two or three days.”

“Why?” I refilled my glass of wine.

“Because I may or may not have told Sam that I started dating someone and I had a plus one to his wedding,” he explained.

“How drunk were you when you told him?” I chuckled in disbelief. “I know that you can’t handle your alcohol well.”

“I wasn’t, I just blurted out that I was dating someone for some reason,” he threw his hands in the air.

“And your first choice was to ask me?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Do you really think that asking Amy was a good idea?” he questioned.

“You do have a point,” I agreed with him.

“Look, just think it out and let me know,” Josh told me.

“Fine,” I agreed.

“Thank you,” he thanked me before leaving my apartment.

Letting out a sigh, I laid down on my couch debating what just happened.

*Present Day*

Just imagine everyone’s reactions when they saw me at the wedding. I mean all of them were happy to see me but were shocked when I told them that I was ‘dating’ Josh. It’s good that I’ve known the senior staff for a while so it isn’t really that weird talking to each other. All of the girls who weren’t part of the wedding party were asking me questions about my relationship with Josh.

Josh and I created a fake story on how our relationship started. Josh and I spent an evening out together a few months ago and we enjoyed each other’s company together. We decided to spend the evening going out in DC or the neighboring states a few times before we confessed our feelings for each other. After our second date, Josh asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend and I said yes. We’ve also set some rules about PDA where we don’t kiss each other on the lips but cheeks and forehead/top of the head kisses are fine along with hugs.

“I can’t believe Sam and Ainsley managed to get this venue,” CJ awed.

All of us were in Napa for Sam and Ainsley’s wedding and they managed to score the most gorgeous winery for their wedding.

“Excuse me ladies,” I heard Josh as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Josh, I’m surprised that you didn’t trip on your feet when you walked up and down the aisle,” CJ joked which made me laugh.

“Oh we still have the reception,” Josh chuckled before sipping his drink.

“What number of drinks is that?” I looked at him and raised my eyebrow.

“My first one,” he replied as I raised my eyebrow again. “I promise, Sam didn’t even let me drink when we were getting ready.”

“Good,” I stole the beer and took a sip of it before giving it back to him.

“I’m just here to tell you ladies that you can head in and sit down,” Josh told us. “And I’ll see you later at our table.”

Josh placed a kiss on my cheek, which caused me to blush, before he left. Facing back to the girls, I saw the look on their faces.

“What?” I questioned.

“Nothing, I just never imagined Josh being so in love with someone,” Donna explained. “That man drowns himself in work but now he’s leaving work at a reasonable time.”

“Yeah, being in love with someone changes them,” Carol added.

“Yeah, it does,” I nodded my head.

Love does change people, even though ours is fake.

We all headed to the seating chart and saw that we were sitting at tables near each other. I sat down at my seat at my assigned table and greeted some of the other guests that were sitting in the same table as Josh and I. Soon the wedding party was introduced along with the newlyweds who went straight to their first dance. Josh sat down in the empty seat next to me and greeted Sam and Ainsley’s family members who were sitting with us.

“So how do the two of you know each other?” One of Ainsley’s aunts questioned.

“We were childhood friends,” I answered.

I mean it’s not a lie, Josh and I did become friends when we were kids. Despite him being a few years older than me, we became immediate friends when my family moved two doors down from his family. Our schools were close to each other so we would walk together and he would drop me off at my school first since it was the first one on the way. When we were done with school around the same time, we would go to the local corner store to grab some snacks before heading home. Things did change when he went to high school but at least once a week he would pick me up and take me to either the corner store we went to or another place. When Josh went to college, we still kept in contact and hung out when he’s home for vacation. We did the same thing when I went to college on the West Coast. Despite the distance and time zones, we still managed to keep our friendship alive.

After we graduated, Josh started living in DC while I stayed in Connecticut running a PR firm before I got asked if I was willing to move to DC to help do some PR for some politicians. I accepted the offer, told Josh, stayed with him for a little bit before I found my own place. Sometimes he would bring me to parties at the White house if I was free and one of my favorite moments was getting drunk off of wine with Mrs. Bartlet.

“How long have you been together?” One of the cousin’s asked.

“For a few weeks now,” Josh looked at me and placed a kiss on the top of my head.

Food was placed down in front of us and we continued the conversation as we ate. Halfway through the meal we changed the subject onto Sam and Ainsley since the day was about them. Josh got up from his seat and headed to where Sam and Ainsely were sitting to do his best man speech. He started off with introducing himself and soon proceeded telling the story on how he knows the both of them. There was laughter throughout the crowd as he told the story of him and Sam almost burning the White House down.

“Seeing the two of them grow from friends, to best friends, to soulmates has made me reflect that being in love with your best friend has its perks,” Josh said while looking at me.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach when he said that. I mean there’s no way that he’s in love with me. There’s no way I was in love with him. I mean it was just a phase and I was just a pre-teen. It was all puppy love. Him being in love with me is crazy and vice versa. Wait, am I even still in love with him?

Excusing myself to the restroom, I headed out of the reception venue, which I thanked that the restrooms were there, and headed to the vineyard to catch my breath. I paced back and forth reflecting back on what just happened.

“Y/N?” I heard Josh and turned to face him.

“You told everyone that you were in love with me!” I blurted out. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

“I mean I wasn’t lying to them,” he told me.

“What do you mean ly-” I paused as the realization came to me. “No you’re not. There’s no way you are.”

“Ever since you went to college I realized it wasn’t just a two and a half drive where I can easily see you.” He walked closer to me. “It was a five hour or more flight to wherever you were. When you decided to move to DC, I was so happy that everyone questioned why I was happy. You were moving and I figured it was time to tell you how I felt but I didn’t even after I got shot.”

“You getting shot was the second time I fell in love with you.” I told him as I chuckled when tears started to form. “I thought I was going to lose you and I didn’t want to lose my best friend. I just couldn’t handle that feeling.”

“But you didn’t,” he gently caressed my cheek. “I’m here alive and well. You’re not going to lose me and you never will.”

He tilted my head up and started to move closer to him. I placed my hand on the back of his neck and our lips started to move as they touched. A mix of butterflies and fireworks started to explode in my stomach. My heart started to flutter as we continued to kiss.

“Joshua Lyman, I’m so in love with you,” I told him after we detached our lips. “Ever since I was a pre-teen.”

“Y/N L/N, I've been so in love with you too ever since I met you,” he said before kissing me again. “Now, I heard there’s dancing and cake waiting for us.”

“Alright,” I grabbed his hand and we walked to the reception to the dance floor. “You’re taking me out on a date when we get back to DC right?’

“Oh you bet,” he answered as he wrapped his arms around me.

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