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onekisstotakewithme · 5 months

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mashnoir because I'm hungry for more and also sperm donor!

i will... do sperm donor first so I can post mashnoir below the fold (since it'll have spoilers for post-ch 6).

anyway the gist of sperm donor (which I set aside to work on president CJ) is that during season 5, shortly after the supremes, a whole bunch of events conspire to make CJ think about kids and the having of them, and she starts considering using a sperm donor. guess who the number one candidate might be. (it's danny).

I had a lot of fun writing it because it was a lot of the day to day political stuff that ASorks excelled at. I had to do like six years of research for the like 12k I had of it.

Snippet (featuring my favourite, CJ + press corps banter):

“Have you changed your stance on your right to adopt?” “Okay,” CJ says, as Katie grins at her. “Just, right out of the gate, that’s what you’re going for?” Katie raises an eyebrow, but Mark holds up his pen beside her. CJ looks between the two of them, before saying, “… Mark?” “Will you be adopting a boy, or a girl?” “Do you two rehearse this act, or…?” Katie and Mark both laugh, exchanging a look, before CJ asks, “Do either of you have a real question?” “Does this law favour younger parents?” “No. Typically the kids who are adopted are younger, generally infants and small children. The older you get, the more likely you are to age out of the system. The Federal Adoption Opportunities Act is designed to streamline the process of getting more kids out of the foster care system and into families that want them, with a focus on getting older kids into foster families and eventual adoption. Chris?” “Will there be any studies conducted on the effects and outcomes associated with adoption, or is that considered a state matter?” “It is one of the requirements of the bill that adoption outcomes will be studied at length, and recommendations will be made to Congress once those studies take place. Steve?” “Do you know who’s dressing up as the Easter Bunny this year?” “You know what? I don’t, but that’s a great question. If any of you see Toby Ziegler around today, you should tell him to do it. That’s a full lid, everyone, thank you. Have a good night.”

as for mashnoir... was literally cackling and kicking my feet over the plot twist in chapter six. the real question of why did i add more chapters... the answer is because I want more interactions between the three of them. Did I maybe pick a more mundane version where I could've written something more gritty (Hawk sleeping with both Hunnicutts and them putting a hit out on each other?). sure. but i'm enjoying subverting the noir twists and turns ;)

also a love letter to your favourite state of maine will be in this fic.

anyway this bit from chapter eight:

Hawkeye should feel relieved, now that the whole scheme is out in the open – now that he’s a co-conspirator in a mercy killing instead of a co-conspirator in a murder – but he doesn’t. If he thought the weight on his soul and his conscience would be eased by the knowledge that he’s easing a dying man’s suffering, that was blown to hell with the knowledge that he’ll be leaving a child without a father. Worse still, he genuinely likes BJ, despite barely knowing him, and the loss of it tears at him. And given this madcap little scheme that he’s hatched of leaving a proper paper trail for any enterprising Barton Keyes-in-training, he’s only contributing to his own suffering by putting himself in close proximity to BJ on a regular basis. The first of these appointments falls in late July, the dead of summer, on a day so hot that there seems to be a permanent haze hanging over Boston, hot enough that the only flowers not wilting are the wax ones sitting on the nurse’s station.

(yes this is the start of chapter eight, don't @ me, I've been pulled in 1000 directions for the past week).

many twists to come. maybe not many. twists to come :)

#thank you sarah!!!!#i love talking about my silly ww wips #the west wing wiply

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thornilee013 · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday - March 6th 2024

I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD. I HAVE EMPTIED MY INBOX-BASED FEEDING PAIL AND AM HUNGRY FOR ATTENTION SUSTENANCE ONCE MORE.

INSTRUCTIONS FOR HOW TO FEED A HUNGRY WW-PARTICIPATING AUTHOR, FOR THOSE WHO ARE NEW TO THE RODEO:

Step One: CHOOSE ONE OF THE PROJECT TITLES BELOW AND THEN FEEL FREE TO SCURRY OVER TO THE "ASK" FUNCTION IN ORDER TO OFFER THE AUTHOR A SCOOP OF FOOD.

Step Two: AS THANKS FOR THE MEAL, THE AUTHOR WILL PRODUCE A MINIMUM OF THREE-SENTENCES' WORTH OF PROGRESS ON THAT SPECIFIC PROJECT.

Step Three: REPEAT Step One AS MANY TIMES AS YOU LIKE (but only if the author has specified that it is truly this ravenous; respect the stomach capacities and limits of other authors!!!!!)

Step Four (Optional): SPREAD THE WORD. REBLOG THIS POST. REBLOG ANSWERED ASKS. TELL YOUR FRIENDS TO FEED THE AUTHOR. SHARE THE LOVE. PUT FOOD ON THE PLATES OF ALL (participating) AUTHORS.

Below is your choice of feeding options:

1. Baby Jean 2. TLC 3. 101 Ways not to Say I Do 4. Needle AU 5. Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic (+ ONE potential Etienne per requester)

Under the "Read More": A (long) snippet from Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic

“Please. I’m begging you. Don't make me do this,” Jean said from the floor, his limbs stretched out in every direction so that he resembled a starfish. “Come on. One more. I believe in you,” Jeremy said, bent over Jean’s head and staring directly into his soul. “I cannot watch another movie musical. Every time I see a film about the American school system my concern for your sanity grows. The fact that there’s two of them is atrocious.”

“Oh don't worry,” Jeremy said, his grin wicked, “there are other ones out there that are even better. Consider it preparation for meeting my family.”

Jean glared up at Jeremy.

“These last two were for my sister. And also most of the team. Almost everyone on the team knows every song by heart. This next one isn't even about the same characters. It’s my parents’ favorite, though.”

Jean crossed his arms over his chest.

“Please? Think about it, my parents will be so impressed if you know all these songs,” Jeremy said, reaching out and poking the tip of Jean’s nose.

Jean groaned again. “Why does it matter if your family likes me or not?”

Jeremy flushed and straightened himself up before sitting down next to Jean. “Because they’re my family, and you’re my friend. I want them to see how amazing you are, but I know that it can be hard to talk with new people. So now you know you have something you can talk about with them.”Jean stared at the rambling mess of a human next to him. It was almost impossible to comprehend that the Jeremy in front of him at that moment, mumbling and fidgety and awkward, was the same person he’d seen announce his transfer on live television while preening for the camera. He’d always seen Jeremy Knox exactly as Jeremy wanted to be seen: pristine and charming. But it’s impossible to keep up that facade forever. Sometimes a mask like that was the heaviest burden on someone. He’d seen it before, in Kevin and Riko.

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