Ficlet Requests
For grammarwoman -
BSG RPF
They each have a job, which is the only thing that makes it work when there’s a make-up call at five in the morning. Katee makes coffee, black and strong enough to put hair on their chests, and Tahmoh makes breakfast, yogurt and toast and orange juice all around, and Tricia takes the first shower and does the dishes while the others get dressed. It’s a rhythm they’ve fallen into, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong or top or bottom of whoever’s in between. It’s just the way that it works.
Of course, there are the other mornings where the jobs get forgotten because Tahmoh’s boosted Tricia on the counter and Katee’s going down on her while Tahmoh’s kissing her, his mouth always hinting at something sweet or minty that she can’t ever quite place. Or the other days when Katee’s straddling Tahmoh on the chair and riding him with Tricia finger fucks her tight ass. Or days when it’s not worth it to get out of bed because Tricia’s busy tasting Katee wet flesh between her spread legs, groaning with every stroke of Tahmoh’s hard, hot cock as if fills her.
Though even on those days, Katee still makes coffee, and Tahmoh still makes toast and digs the yogurt out of the fridge and, as always, Tricia showers first.
For semisweetsoul -
Brothers & Sisters
Kitty’s not sure what it is about Kevin that’s always caused problems between them, but it’s been there as long as she can remember. It’s never made sense to her - she was never her mother’s favorite, he wasn’t another girl, and it’s not like he was their dad’s favorite - but Kevin has always rubbed her the wrong way. When they got older it was easier to pinpoint, between politics and preferences, and it’s easy in retrospect to think those were the start of it, but it’s more than that. She’s never felt it with Sarah or Tommy or Justin, and she actually has sort of an affinity with all the others, but Kevin…
Well, from the beginning, Kevin was different.
Maybe it was because he always argued with her or simply refused to believe her when she’d tell him something. Maybe it was because whenever it came down to it, no one turned to her for the truth, they turned to him. Or maybe it was just because whatever Kitty did, Kevin did the opposite. Well, except for the whole liking guys thing.
Still, all of that seems to pale in comparison to moments like these. Because where Sarah is ambitious and driving and Tommy is solid and sure and Justin is everyone’s favorite, Kitty gets Kevin. She knows what it’s like to be on the outside, to be not quite right, not quite enough. Even though he’d probably laugh at her for thinking that they’re anything alike, she knows it’s true. And maybe he does too, which is why he calls her when it hurts, and why she’s always there until it stops.
For nolivingman -
Brothers & Sisters
Nora doesn’t try to make sense of things anymore. Her life used to make sense, and then she found out much of it was a lie, so she’s beginning to suspect that when things are going the way she thinks they should, everything’s about to fall apart. Which isn’t to say that she’s not perfectly willing to accept happiness - for herself or her children - but she’s going to regard anything resembling it with suspicion for quite a while.
Kevin and Justin have taken part of their summer to help her clean out the house, and she’s using things she always saved for another day to help furnish the outreach home she’s working on for the families of all the sick children beign treated nearby. For her sanity, she’s thankful that Holly honored the proposal, though Ojai Foods is no longer the name proudly sponsoring her idea. Ojai Foods: a subsidiary of Walker Landing. She should be proud of the Walker name on there, but instead it tastes like whatever vintage she’s having has a particularly bitter aftertaste.
She’s almost finished with the attic now, and it’s strange not to have her whole life up here with her. She comes from a long line of collectors and pack rats, and she’s always hated to let anything go. Maybe it comes with being a mom, or maybe it’s just her. Or maybe there’s really not any difference between the two. She remembers back to a time when she wasn’t a mother - it does exist, no matter what her children might think - and she wasn’t so different. Maybe the dreams were different, but she wouldn’t trade them. She can imagine her life without drinking ouzo in Greece and dancing in Paris and skiing in the Alps, but life without knowing that all of her children are just a phone call away seems unimaginable, foreign.
She loved William for most of her life, and she hated him for some of it too. He’s left her more surprises than she deserves and more heartache than she sometimes thinks she can handle. But she has her strength in all these memories, even as she packs them away and out the door, and in her children, still babies no matter how old they get.
BSG RPF
They each have a job, which is the only thing that makes it work when there’s a make-up call at five in the morning. Katee makes coffee, black and strong enough to put hair on their chests, and Tahmoh makes breakfast, yogurt and toast and orange juice all around, and Tricia takes the first shower and does the dishes while the others get dressed. It’s a rhythm they’ve fallen into, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong or top or bottom of whoever’s in between. It’s just the way that it works.
Of course, there are the other mornings where the jobs get forgotten because Tahmoh’s boosted Tricia on the counter and Katee’s going down on her while Tahmoh’s kissing her, his mouth always hinting at something sweet or minty that she can’t ever quite place. Or the other days when Katee’s straddling Tahmoh on the chair and riding him with Tricia finger fucks her tight ass. Or days when it’s not worth it to get out of bed because Tricia’s busy tasting Katee wet flesh between her spread legs, groaning with every stroke of Tahmoh’s hard, hot cock as if fills her.
Though even on those days, Katee still makes coffee, and Tahmoh still makes toast and digs the yogurt out of the fridge and, as always, Tricia showers first.
For semisweetsoul -
Brothers & Sisters
Kitty’s not sure what it is about Kevin that’s always caused problems between them, but it’s been there as long as she can remember. It’s never made sense to her - she was never her mother’s favorite, he wasn’t another girl, and it’s not like he was their dad’s favorite - but Kevin has always rubbed her the wrong way. When they got older it was easier to pinpoint, between politics and preferences, and it’s easy in retrospect to think those were the start of it, but it’s more than that. She’s never felt it with Sarah or Tommy or Justin, and she actually has sort of an affinity with all the others, but Kevin…
Well, from the beginning, Kevin was different.
Maybe it was because he always argued with her or simply refused to believe her when she’d tell him something. Maybe it was because whenever it came down to it, no one turned to her for the truth, they turned to him. Or maybe it was just because whatever Kitty did, Kevin did the opposite. Well, except for the whole liking guys thing.
Still, all of that seems to pale in comparison to moments like these. Because where Sarah is ambitious and driving and Tommy is solid and sure and Justin is everyone’s favorite, Kitty gets Kevin. She knows what it’s like to be on the outside, to be not quite right, not quite enough. Even though he’d probably laugh at her for thinking that they’re anything alike, she knows it’s true. And maybe he does too, which is why he calls her when it hurts, and why she’s always there until it stops.
For nolivingman -
Brothers & Sisters
Nora doesn’t try to make sense of things anymore. Her life used to make sense, and then she found out much of it was a lie, so she’s beginning to suspect that when things are going the way she thinks they should, everything’s about to fall apart. Which isn’t to say that she’s not perfectly willing to accept happiness - for herself or her children - but she’s going to regard anything resembling it with suspicion for quite a while.
Kevin and Justin have taken part of their summer to help her clean out the house, and she’s using things she always saved for another day to help furnish the outreach home she’s working on for the families of all the sick children beign treated nearby. For her sanity, she’s thankful that Holly honored the proposal, though Ojai Foods is no longer the name proudly sponsoring her idea. Ojai Foods: a subsidiary of Walker Landing. She should be proud of the Walker name on there, but instead it tastes like whatever vintage she’s having has a particularly bitter aftertaste.
She’s almost finished with the attic now, and it’s strange not to have her whole life up here with her. She comes from a long line of collectors and pack rats, and she’s always hated to let anything go. Maybe it comes with being a mom, or maybe it’s just her. Or maybe there’s really not any difference between the two. She remembers back to a time when she wasn’t a mother - it does exist, no matter what her children might think - and she wasn’t so different. Maybe the dreams were different, but she wouldn’t trade them. She can imagine her life without drinking ouzo in Greece and dancing in Paris and skiing in the Alps, but life without knowing that all of her children are just a phone call away seems unimaginable, foreign.
She loved William for most of her life, and she hated him for some of it too. He’s left her more surprises than she deserves and more heartache than she sometimes thinks she can handle. But she has her strength in all these memories, even as she packs them away and out the door, and in her children, still babies no matter how old they get.