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[jessbakescakes]

J/D Drabble 44 is that my shirt?

“Is that my shirt?” from this post. 

A Bartlet for America era Josh/Donna for you!

“If you’re gonna piss off the dairy farmers, doesn’t it look a little hypocritical to have a photo op of your guy eating ice cream at one of ‘em?” Toby mutters.

They’re at one of New Hampshire’s oldest family-owned dairy farms, partly in an attempt to smooth things over with the dairy farmers in question, but partly as a quick trip home for the Governor to reunite with his family for an afternoon.

Josh shrugs. “Maybe. Maybe not.” He catches a runaway drip of his ice cream cone before it hits his hand. “But we get some ice cream out of the deal, though.”

“You had to get a triple scoop?” Donna asks, thrusting a few napkins at Josh. “That thing is going to topple any second.”

“Well, we’re making amends with the dairy farmers, Donnatella, I thought it best to ingratiate myself the best way I know how.”

Donna sighs. “By attempting the world record for the largest number of ice cream scoops on one cone?”

“Ah, yes, call Guinness, my three paltry scoops are definitely worth evaluating,” Josh says dryly. 

Donna bites into her waffle cone as Josh and Toby head toward Sam, who also seems to have missed the memo on ‘responsible number of ice cream scoops to ask for at a photo-op’. Ever since she returned, things have been moving at a breakneck speed. The convention is just a week away, and sometimes she wonders how she’s even allowed to be near the Governor of New Hampshire, let alone Presidential candidate.

She heads toward the trash can to dispose of the napkins that surrounded the last of her waffle cone, then reaches into her purse to pull out some wipes that she stole from the barbecue restaurant in Memphis a few weeks back. Suddenly, she feels someone bump into her from the side and notices something cold and sticky dripping down her waist.

By the time she looks down, the person responsible is gone. But there’s a  circular brown stain on her ribcage and a scoop of something chocolatey at her feet. She throws her head back and groans to no one in particular as her mind races in dozens of different directions.

“What happened here?” Josh asks, hearing her distress signal and approaching, a smug grin on his face. “It seems that someone is…”

“Don’t you start,” she interrupts. “Some kid ran into me. I had Oreo ice cream for this exact reason. My blouse is white!”

Josh does his best to keep from laughing, but he can’t hold it in. “Did you at least bring a spare…”

Donna walks away from him, frustrated, and heads toward the campaign bus.

He runs after her. “Donna, come on, I didn’t mean…”

She spins around as they approach the door of the bus. “You’re not helping. Stay here,” she commands. She sees him open his mouth to argue, but he quickly closes it and does as she asks. 

Donna gets on the bus and heads toward the back, where she’s hung Josh’s spare shirt. She unbuttons her blouse and looks at the camisole underneath, thankful that it somehow managed to avoid getting too much ice cream on it. She wipes it down with a napkin and puts her blouse in the bag she brought anticipating Josh’s seemingly inevitable ice cream disaster before buttoning and tying off Josh’s shirt at the waist. It’s a little big on her, of course, but it looks better than wearing a shirt with a stain of unknown (at least to anyone but her) origin. 

Against her better judgment, she pulls the collar toward her and inhales. The shirt is freshly dry cleaned, but somehow it still smells like Josh. Donna feels a little self-conscious all of a sudden, realizing how much she’s enjoying wearing his shirt. It’s a little ridiculous, how big this crush has gotten, but in her own defense, she didn’t anticipate being the one in need of a change of clothes. With Mandy newly out of the picture, her feelings have gotten just a little more unbearable lately, and this is absolutely the last thing she needed.

Josh and CJ are talking at the doors of the bus when she emerges. She sees Josh’s eyebrows shoot up from behind his sunglasses. “Is that my shirt?”

“It is,” she confirms, attempting to act nonchalant. 

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

“So it seems.” She opens her purse back up, resuming her search for the wipes for Josh’s hands.

“If you wanted to wear my clothes that badly, all you had to do was ask, you know. You didn’t have to stage an elaborate…”

She knows he’s joking. They joke like this all the time. But suddenly, she can feel her heartbeat in her ears, drowning out the rest of the sentence. Donna looks up at him, and he trails off. 

This certainly wasn’t her wisest decision. Before she can stop it, she imagines waking up early and cooking breakfast in Josh’s favorite Harvard t-shirt, the look on his face when he wakes up similar to the one he has now. She imagines snuggling up to him on a winter night wearing his Mets sweatshirt. She thinks about what it would be like to wear his Mike Piazza jersey, just to drive him a little insane. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself as much as she can as they stare at each other. She’s finding it more and more difficult to look him in the eye.

“See, Leo, I told you they could find it in their hearts to forgive me,” Governor Bartlet declares, interrupting the moment Josh and Donna seem to be having.

“We’ll see when the next round of polls come out,” Leo grumbles from behind him and ascending the stairs to the bus.

Josh follows quickly, leaving Donna to process what just happened. 

He’s definitely not going to get this shirt back.

[hufflepuffhermione]

I just started your story regulatory infractions story and WOW I’m already obsessed! Please tell me you plan on updating again soon!💚

Thank you!!! Yes, I will update again in the next day or so— the whole fic is actually written so I just need to do a little bit of editing before I post the next chapter.

[rosieposiepie]

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs.

tagged by @thoughtsofahouseplant

for you tww fans these are songs from my Edgy College Josh Lyman playlist on Spotify because I still 100% headcanon he went thought some angsty punk phase in college and I listen to it a lot because I genuinely like the music selection (plus it was fun to find songs that had references to west wing episodes).

1. At MY Job - Dead Kennedys

2. Two Sided Politics - Suicidal Tendencies

3. Pump It Up - Elvis Costello & The Attractions

4.  Ignorance is Bliss - Ramones

5. Anarchy Burger (Hold The Government) - The Vandals

6. Bikini Girls With Machine Guns - The Cramps

7. Heart of Glass - Blondie

8. Lady Killer - The Vandals

9. People Have The Power - Patti Smith

10. Washington Bullets - The Clash

tagging @jessbakescakes / @thefierce-fairy / @brittaforthewin and literallly Anyone Else who wants to do it.

[moss-lyman]

thefierce-fairy asked for the prompt “are you flirting with me?”

so, here’s a little Valentine’s fluff. J/D. set post-series. 💞

Josh saunters down the hall and into the east wing with a spring in his step, knowing Donna’s right around the corner. “How ya doin’?” he asks, leaning against the door jamb of her office.

She turns around and smiles. “Hi. Where have you been all day? I wanted to thank you for the roses,” she says and he looks at the big bouquet on her table. “They’re beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like them,” he answers and slowly makes his way into her office. “You look pretty.”

Donna gives him a look. “Thank you.”

“I like the dress,” he murmurs and thumbs at the soft material as he stands next to her. “And you smell really good.”

She shoots him another questioning look when he gives her the dimples and kisses her on the cheek. “Are you flirting with me?”

His dimples deepen. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I have a major crush on you,” he answers, squeezing her hip. “I mean, seriously, you got a boyfriend or what?”

“Oh, my God,” she groans and jokingly pushes at his arm. “You are so lame.”

Josh laughs and leans back to grab something out of his suit pocket. He produces a thin black box and it piques Donna’s interest immediately.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Her eyes grow soft and she smiles at him as she takes the box from his hand. “I thought we were doing presents after dinner?”

“This is just a warm-up. You still get an after dinner present, too.”

“Josh,” she scolds. “You already gave me flowers this morning. You don’t have to—“

“I already did so just open it.”

She gives him another look before popping the lid open on the box. A beautiful heart-shaped locket greets her and she smiles wider when she opens it to see a tiny picture of the two of them in Hawaii a few months ago on one side. She brings it closer to read the engraving on the other and her eyes well up when she sees ‘est. 1998’ in elegant cursive.

“Do you like it?” he asks quietly and she looks up at him with watery eyes.

“It’s perfect,” she says and brushes his cheek with her hand. “Thank you.”

She pulls him into a kiss before looking at the locket again and when she closes it, she notices a small ‘J + D’ in one of the curves of the heart and her smile grows.

“Not too lame?” he asks, grabbing it from her to thread it around her neck.

“Just lame enough,” she assures him and presses the pads of her fingers against it as it rests on her chest. “I love it.”

He tips her chin to kiss her again. “I promised you hearts and flowers,” he murmurs.

“Yes you did,” she says and kisses him one more time. “You did good, honey.”

He preens at that and sits on her desk as she rustles through some files. “What are you doing now? Let’s get out of here.”

“I have a meeting with Annabeth and the deputies about the trip next week.”

“Can you skip it?”

She smirks. “Considering I’m the boss, no.”

“Come on,” he whines. “It’s our first Valentine’s Day.”

“And you’ve made it very memorable so far.” She reaches up to hold the locket again. “But I can’t leave yet. I’ll see you in a couple hours and we’ll go to dinner,” she says and steps in front of him. “I have a little surprise of my own waiting for you at home.”

He hums when she tugs on his tie. “What kind of surprise?”

“It’s a very festive red color,” she teases and smiles wider when he pulls her closer. “Very lacy. Very classy with just a hint of slutty.”

Josh bites his lip and clasps his hands behind her back. “You know how much I like you in red,” he whispers, glancing down at the red dress she’s wearing. “It makes me a little crazy.”

“That’s why I chose it over the pink. I want you to go a little crazy.”

“And you really can’t skip your meeting?” he asks again, sneaking his hand down to squeeze her ass.

“No can do, Romeo,” she states and pecks him once more on the lips before stepping out of his hold. “I’ll meet you in your office in a few hours.”

Josh grumbles, but follows her out with a hand on the small of her back. “Fine. I guess I can go to my meeting with Lou now.”

“That’s the spirit,” Donna quips and smiles when he opens the door to the room she’s having her meeting in. 

“Love you,” he whispers and she glances around to see if anyone’s watching before kissing him quickly once more.

“Love you,” she whispers back and gives him a knowing look as she holds onto the locket.

He has to stop himself from saying screw it and kissing her again, so he settles for a squeeze to her fingers. “Go on,” he says, nodding his head toward the room. “Go be bossy so we can get out of here.”

Donna bites her cheek. “And I can boss you around at home?” she asks innocently, grinning when he groans.

“Donna.”

She leans into him so she can whisper in his ear. “I bought a little leather to go with the lace.” She wraps her fingers around his wrist, mimicking restraints, and he slams his eyes shut. “If you’re a good boy, that is.”

She giggles when he keeps his eyes closed and he feels her squeeze his wrist once before the door closes in front of him. It takes him a minute to regain composure and he peeks inside the room, watching her as she tells people what to do, and he shivers in anticipation before heading back to his office.

Maybe dinner should be takeout instead.