#for all mankind fanfic

[gordopickett]

And If It's Not Okay... and Confined

@allatariel Thanks for the ask! So, these are both For All Mankind fics.

And If It's Not Okay... is my post-season 2 fix-it fic I've been working on for a couple months now. I couldn't stand the way s2 ended! 😭💔 But bc I'm writing a "fix it," that will change a lot of things that happened in seasons 3 & 4, which I'm super excited about writing! I have 21 chapters of this one up on Ao3 so far & LOTS more to come!!!

Confined is a "missing scene" I've started writing for the 1x07 "Hi Bob" ep. Basically, it's what happened in the time between when Ed confined Gordo to the Jamestown base & when we see them again 15 days later when Dani is trying to fix the Bob tape. I haven't posted anything from this one yet.

Thanks again for the ask. 😊💙💙

[ddagent]

"my heart is overdue"

Margo/Sergei | Fluff | FR15 | 3,150 words     It's New Year's Eve, 1989, and Sergei is in Houston for a joint mission with NASA. But both Margo and Sergei struggle to contain their feelings as midnight approaches. @gabolange, @h4t08 and @thinkmanythingsofit all wanted a NYE kiss, so here it is! Happy reading - and Happy New Year!

“—I think I went there once before I became Director? All I remember is that the floor was sticky. And there were roaches, too. All these astronauts deep into their beer bottles…” Margo pushed open the door to JSC and held it firm for Sergei to follow her. “I’m sorry we couldn’t go anywhere more…fancy.”

Sergei shrugged; his smile still fixed in place. “You do not need to apologise, Margo. I enjoyed myself. Immensely.”

Margo blinked, raised one eyebrow, but let Sergei’s comment pass. Taking the new head of Roscosmos to The Outpost for dinner on New Year’s Eve had been a bold choice; Emma had certainly had a lot to say about it. She’d offered several other options for dinner, including Nippon. But Margo had held firm. She hadn’t wanted any reservations that would remind her – or Sergei – of their private dinners during the IAC conference. The shared bottle of wine. The non-work talk. The occasional brush of fingertips across the table. No, The Outpost had been the safe option. Surrounded by families and NASA employees looking for a quick burger between shifts, the awkward atmosphere had prevented them from getting closer than the head of NASA and Roscosmos should in public.

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[youreorangeyoumoron]

Chapters: 4/6 Fandom: For All Mankind (TV 2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Margo Madison/Sergei Nikulov, Margo Madison & Aleida Rosales Characters: Margo Madison, Sergei Nikulov, Aleida Rosales, Javier "Javi" Diaz, Wernher von Braun (mentioned) Additional Tags: 1989, Season 3, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining, Double Entendre, Awkwardness, Babysitting, Cooking, Bad Cooking, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Character Study, Backstory, cultural exchanges, Canon Compliant, russian language, References to Canon, Feelings Realization, Motherhood, Character Development, Bedtime Stories, Piano, Alcohol Words: 4,589 Summary: It’s 1989. Margo experiences difficulties babysitting 9-month-old Javi. Thankfully, Sergei is in town.

Margo could not resist and fetched the handful of Tootsie rolls from her purse in the hallway, offering him some as she sat next to him.

Sergei declined with a laugh. “I'm just thinking of – two, three years ago in London, when you had us look for another restaurant to have dessert.”

She smiled. They had had dinner late in the evening and the waiter had been sorry to inform them that they were out of desserts and the kitchen had just closed. Finishing a meal without a sweet note was inconceivable to her. “I did not hear you complaining over that floating island.”

“No, you are right, it was worth the adventure,” he replied with a fond smile.

She knew she had entertained him. She had gone through all the restaurants on that street, and every time she'd pushed open the door and asked, “Hi, do you have any desserts left?” she'd heard him struggle to contain his laughter.

They had been a little drunk.

Margo settled deeper into the cushions, chewing on her Tootsies.

“Would you allow me to be curious, Margo?” he asked softly.

She took a sip of her wine. “Hm-mh.”

Chapter 4 is up!

[curator-on-ao3]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Chapters: 1/1 (2,070 words)

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

Fandom: For All Mankind (TV 2019)

Relationships: Karen Baldwin & Molly Cobb, Molly Cobb/Wayne Cobb, Karen Baldwin & Shane Baldwin

Characters: Molly Cobb, Karen Baldwin, Wayne Cobb

Additional Tags: Missing Scene, life and death and in between, JSC bombing, Episode: s03e10 Stranger in a Strange Land (For All Mankind), Molly Cobb is a BAMF, in this house we love and respect Wayne Cobb, complicated Karen is complicated, I cried writing this so consider that a warning, Love, many forms of love, Love is what matters

[vqmpircs]

“best friends to lovers trope” this “enemies to lovers trope” that, what about the trope where the love between two individuals is so strong, so all-consuming, so desperate it makes them defy heaven, going against god and everything they once believed in. they risk EVERYTHING for one person, dedicating their life to them, their devotion to them so primal it eats them from the inside out.

[thefrakkintrinity15]

I Keep reading Fan Fiction by those amazing writers on Archive of our own. 🤩

Now I recommend especially “Puzzle Pieces”, another story set in our dreamy Brazil. 🇧🇷 I don’t know if the writer, CaffeinatedCrab, is around here. 👏🏼

Cheers everyone ❤️

[floralcyanide]

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 - 𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐧

ed baldwin x gn!reader

In which your husband, Ed, returns home to Earth from the Jamestown Base on the Moon after being stranded.

warnings: none, just fluff (:

word count: 525

author’s note: I'm back from my hiatus, except it's for my new hyperfixation, the Apple TV original For All Mankind. if you haven't seen it, I definitely recommend it! especially if you love history, alternate history, space, etc. this is a little fic for a moment that isn't shown between Ed and Karen on the show. reader is gender neutral!

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Your heart is thumping rapidly in your chest as you stand with the welcoming crew of NASA. Today is your first time seeing your husband, Ed, in over six months. Even in the South, it’s a bitterly cold December, so you pull yourself further into your coat. You cross your arms to keep in some warmth as you giddily bounce on the balls of your heels. Gordo and Danielle are close by, waiting to welcome their friend and colleague home as well. You can’t imagine what they went through together up there, but you know better than to ask.

Ed has to be cleared by NASA before making his first appearance since splashdown, so everyone is waiting as patiently as possible despite the tedious process. The press is everywhere, and you’ve been asked several questions. You never minded answering harmless questions to the media but still kept to yourself quite a bit. You and Ed liked your lives to be kept somewhat private. 

The sound of clapping begins at the start of the crowd to your left, mission control coming out of their pit, and the landing crew to shake hands with Ed. You scan the area, waiting to spot your husband. You finally do, but he doesn’t see you yet. You swear your heart feels like it’s going to explode. Ed finally finishes shaking hands with the crew and isn’t too far from you now. His eyes dart across the crowd, looking for someone- looking for you. His eyes meet yours, and for a second, everything stops.

You start walking over to him, then begin briskly picking up your pace until you’re running over to Ed. You can hear the sounds of cameras popping as you dart to your husband, who looks over to you and opens his arms just in time to catch you mid-run. He spins you around in his arms as you bury your face into his neck. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck as you’re afraid to let go as if he’d vanish at any second, like this was all a dream. But it’s not; it’s real, and you can feel Ed’s strong arms supporting you. You take your time breathing in his scent that had long since disappeared from his pillow and clothes at home. You pull away from his neck, tears streaming down your cheeks as you grab ahold of Ed’s face, looking him closely in the eyes for the first time in ages.

“I love you,” you choke out, “so much.”

“I love you too,” Ed grins, leaning in to give you the kiss you’ve been waiting so long for.

Everyone cheers and claps as you and Ed laugh into the kiss. He lets you back down onto the ground, his arm immediately snaking around your waist protectively as he leads both of you over to Gordo, Danielle, and the rest of the astronauts waiting. The entire time Ed speaks to them, you can’t help but beam up at him, watching as his face contorts into a laugh before he hugs Gordo and his other friends. Ed is finally back, and you couldn’t be happier. 

[gabolange]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

I always love this meme, because my answers are always different! Here are today's.

acts of survival made generous (For All Mankind, Margo Madison, Margo x Sergei, 20K words, canon-divergence, rated T). An AU from the end of S3 in which Aleida doesn't tell anyone about the engines. A story of what it takes to forgive and move forward.

the wheel of the headlong year (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, Marie Batel, Marie x Chris, 16K words, post-ep, rated T). In which Marie Batel survives the Gorn, but survival is really fucking hard.

for the possession of our smallest sensations (The Wheel of Time, Moiraine Damodred, Moiraine x Siuan, 11k words, post-ep, rated E). In which Moiraine loses the source, and struggles not to lose herself.

Tomorrow's Dust (Babylon 5, Susan Ivanova, Delenn, 2.5k words, future fic, rated G). Susan celebrates her first Chanukah on Minbar. A story of legends, friendship, and moving forward.

When the Long Trick's Over (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, Jack Robinson, Jack x Phryne, 5.5K words, post-ep, rated G). I never know what goes in slot 5--there are good options. But someone recently told me this story is the standard against which they judge my writing (hi!), so you know. Jack Robinson follows Phryne to England. The logistics are the easy part.

[sparkleplatypuswriter]

For the WIP ask. I’m going to be greedy and ask about Fitting, there are a few…

Thanks for asking :) Ok so! This one starts in 1975 and presupposes that, the timeline divergence happened (Soviets landed on the moon first), but Apollo-Soyuz happens earlier, under Ted Kennedy (I know, just roll with it). Also, unlike the solving of the docking issue in one single evening (which always was a little unrealistic), the planning takes months (IRL it took years to come to fruition, which is fascinating to read about). Honestly, I think it just has kinda morphed into a writing exercise for me, and I don't know if I will ever publish it, but it's been fun! The initial idea was to start in 83 with them in an established relationship, but then I floated backwards and forwards. There's a lot of Molly in it too. And then I really started thinking about how to bring Aleida back if not for Apollo-Soyuz. Some of it is in pieces, and they are hard to connect. This bit is from the 'prequel' or the first chapter; I don't know what's what anymore.

*******

He grabs a pencil from his shirt pocket and begins scribbling. She instantly feels protective of the piece of paper but tries to let it go. It’s not like the idea of an airlock is all that novel.

She stands to come over to his side of the table and peers over his shoulder at what he’s drawing, right-side-up. “I already thought of that,” she says, taking in his loose sketch of the Soviet docking collar on one side. “Either way there will still need to be an active and passive mechanism,” she says. “And I doubt your superiors will allow for Soviet equipment to be launched with the module from Houston.”

“Hmm,” he starts. “I presume NASA will approve their equipment being taken to Moscow and loaded on Soyuz then?”

Touchez, she thinks. 

They stand silently for a moment, staring at her sketch, before he peeks at his watch and folds his arms, frowning. “There is a saying in Russia,” he says. She gestures for him to continue. 

“Work is not a wolf. It will not escape to the forest.”

She looks at him quizzically. “Meaning?”

“Perhaps we should take a break,” he says, his brow softening a little. “But if only you can tell me… where did you get your meal from?” he adds, pointing to her sandwich. 

She snorts. “Down the hall and to the left,” she says. He smiles slightly before heading out the door. 

And this is how Margo finds herself eating dinner with a Soviet in the design room – between mutual scribbles of calculations and design ideas – every single night that week. 

[nadia-el-mansours]

Margo stop talking about Sergei for three seconds challenge... you're literally in the middle of NASA surrounded by the spies of probably 7 different agencies

[benwvatt]

Well you know I gotta ask about the "tracyyyyyyyyyy" WIP lol ♥ Tell me more!

ahhhh thank you so much! so I'm writing a FAM fic for Fandom Trumps Hate (which is actually how i started the show! I was requested to write about it.) I have a few favorite characters, but I think Tracy is absolutely my favorite and Gordo and Molly are probably my second and third.

Anyways, tracyyyyyyyyyy is a fix-it fic that's similar to yours - one where they live. It's an everyone lives AU; I mean, I might follow through with a few canon deaths that I don't find as much of a big deal, but I do want to save characters like Molly and Patty (I LOVE PATTY DOYLE SO MUCH.)

ideally, this fic will contain

molly and patty being girlfriends (THEY'RE REALLY GAY IN SEASON ONE, OKAY?!)

molly and wayne being best friends because i love him a lot

tracy and gordo rekindling their romance and falling back in love

so much tracy backstory & stories of how she started dating gordo & character development & insight. I think tracy's my favorite because she is so visceral and human to me. Her grief, and her ambition, and her anger and her conflicting needs in life (good parenting vs. wanting to be an astronaut, her love/hate relationship with gordo) are so REAL to me. I just love her so dearly. She's so cool and she deserved to be a part of the show for longer.

something something karen character development

molly gets to be badass even post-solar storm

also I need to make the stevens kids better because they are kind of um.,,,,,,,, tricky? I don't think they're BAD, per se, but they can be hard to watch sometimes because it's hard to watch kind people make bad decisions. And, partly because of who their parents are, it just makes me so sad to think of tracy and gordo not being able to guide their sons onto a good path. Especially when it comes to Jimmy's terrible conspiracy theorist friends

It's not super plotted out and I'm only 1000 words into it so far, but I'm having fun writing from Nick Corrado's POV. I love him! He's so weird

(speaking of weird guys, Alexei also needs to be in my fic because i LOVE poletov. He's so sweet and kind.)

[gordopickett]

WIP Wednesday!

Thanks for the tag, @youreorangeyoumoron 💙

I'm actually getting to this on a Wednesday for once! 😆

So far I have 29 chapters up on Ao3 of my For All Mankind post-season 2 fix-it fic called And If It's Not Okay... This is an excerpt from chapter 36, wherein Gordo & Ed have made plans to hang out one evening, but Ed doesn't show.

Gordo arrived at the Shamrock ten minutes before seven. He walked through the warm, inviting lobby with its muted green floor and walls of mahogany paneling and travertine. He found the Pine Grill where he was supposed to meet Ed, and he slid into a booth. A waitress came over immediately and took his drink order – a club soda. Gordo hadn’t cut out alcohol from his life entirely. But he had cut back significantly, ever since he had gotten serious about his training for Jamestown 91. He was sure that that – along with getting back into a workout routine – was what had helped him lose so much weight before his launch. He hadn’t been particularly set on losing weight, per se, but he had wanted to get back in shape. He always felt better when he kept his body strong and moving. The weight loss had just been a byproduct of that. But ever since his return from Jamestown, Gordo hadn’t felt strong. His injuries had kept him immobile for days and then fairly sedentary for nearly three weeks. Now that he had been cleared by the NASA flight surgeon to start exercising again, he looked forward to getting back to it. He knew he would have to start out slowly, however. He had lost a few more pounds and a lot of muscle mass over the past three weeks, and he felt much weaker than he was used to. Getting back in shape would be a process, but Gordo was up for the challenge. And he didn’t have a launch deadline to meet, so he knew he could do it at a slow, healthy pace. Gordo sipped his club soda, waiting for Ed to arrive. He checked his watch again, noting that it was now ten minutes past seven. He wondered why Ed was late. It wasn’t like he had to drive across town. He was staying right upstairs in the hotel. Gordo waited a few more minutes. He was beginning to wonder if Ed had forgotten about their plan when the bartender shouted, “Gordo Stevens?” Gordo looked over. “Yeah?” The bartender looked at him, lifting up the phone receiver he held in his hand. “You’ve got a phone call.” Gordo furrowed his brow curiously and got to his feet. He walked over to the bar, and the bartender handed him the phone. He held it to his ear. “This is Gordo Stevens.” “Mr. Stevens?” a female voice said timidly in his ear. He didn’t immediately recognize it. “Yes?” “This is Kelly,” she said. “Baldwin. I, uh, tried calling your house, but Jimmy said you were at the Pine Grill.” “Yeah. I’m supposed to be meeting your dad here. Is everything okay?” “I didn’t know who else to call.” “What’s going on?” “I don’t know. Something’s wrong. We’re up in our room. Dad’s been drinking, and he’s just—He seems really upset.” She paused. “I’m worried about him.” “What’s the room number?” Gordo asked. When she told him, he said, “I’ll be right up.”

I wanted this scene to be a sort of parallel to Karen calling Ed to come get Gordo at The Outpost in episode 2x02. But instead of Ed helping Gordo when he's drunk & spiraling, this time it's Gordo helping Ed who's going through something similar.

Tagging @benwvatt @lacontroller1991 @rachg82 @onekisstotakewithme @roughroadhaley

@kayhi808 @marvmerchant @margospiano @violetmuses @castalyne

@cicada-circuitry @nadia-el-mansours @flamingo24 @tavners @allatariel & anyone else who wants to play!

Feel free to share anything you're working on, writing or not, but no pressure either way! 😊

[ddagent]

"it's a long road back"

Margo/Sergei | Gilded Cage Verse | FR15 | 3,803 words     Two years after they were dragged back to the Soviet Union, Margo and Sergei return home on Christmas Eve. Part of the Gilded Cage 'verse. Happy Holidays to all! I hope you enjoy. Title is from 'I'll be Home for Christmas'.

It was Christmas Eve and the Soviet Union had fallen three days ago.

The cracks had been evident for some time. Restricted information. A slew of new guards at Star City. Irina in meeting after meeting – no doubt trying to ensure her position in the new regime. There had been demonstrations of strength, with armed police on the streets and tanks gathering in city centres. The regime, in their desperation, had even opted for a demonstration of success on the global stage. At the IAC conference in October, Roscosmos had presented their plans for the first manned mission to Ganymede, announced by two defectors wholly loyal to the regime. With Mars lost to the corporations, and the Goldilocks mining operation losing public appeal, everyone wanted the opportunity to be first. Margo still remembered the note pressed hastily into her hand by a departing Aleida. Still remembered the boot pressed against Sergei’s throat as Irina’s men made sure they knew exactly who held the key to their cage.

But houses crumble. Regimes fall. And if you kick at the cage door long enough you can make your escape. So now, three days after the fall of the Soviet Union, Margo Madison and Sergei Nikulov were back in London. One last stop before their return to Houston.

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[youreorangeyoumoron]

✨ WIP Wednesday ✨

I was tagged by @allatariel last week! thank you :)

So I have a couple Margo x Sergei WIPs in store. None of them are particularly polished, though there's always the Brazil one but atm I find it so cringe that I can't bear to look at it.

But! I chose a few paragraphs from this AU that I've been cooking up (letting it stew would be more accurate) about Margo and Sergei babysitting baby Javi.

Now Javi was born in 1988, 89, give or take, which places this fic after Margo and Sergei discuss sushi, and before Sergei successfully goes for the Hand Touch ™. I was curious to write a Margo who's gained a lot of confidence since S2 but still remains a little awkward at times, there's potential for a lot of fun, and for her to reflect on her relationship with Sergei with her newfound confidence. Just what exactly happens in those twelve months in between elevator rides that makes her ready to accept more intimacy with him? Let's rotate her thought process for a bit.

(his divorce helps, lbr, but I'm looking for her "...oh". moment. Which knowing her may take several moments and a severe barrelling through her mental defenses but that's what fanfic is for)

Javi stared intently at the new guy, clenching Margo’s jacket in his little fist. Sergei removed his own jacket and hung it on the hook by the door. His tie came off next, leaving him in his white shirt. He pointed at Javi’s fist. “It’s a very nice jacket. Kids are messy.” Margo glanced down at the kid, saw the death grip he had on her lapel – and a small drool stain from earlier. She sighed. It was a very nice jacket. “Yeah, I should change, I brought a change of clothes. Can you…” She handed Javi to Sergei with fumbling gestures; he pulled the kid into a much more assured embrace, which reassured her. She slowly backtracked into the hallway. Suddenly held by unfamiliar arms, Javi began to whine. Margo winced, gestured towards the kid. “Or he could go on his playmat. Do you want me to…” “No, no, it’s alright.” Sergei began to rock Javi, with a lot more ease than she had. His entire attention was captivated by the baby in his arms. As the whines turned into full-blown cries, Sergei caught the pacifier just in time and set it on the side table. “It’s okay, Tia Margo will be in the next room for a few minutes,” he told Javi in a singsong voice that she could never muster. It shouldn’t surprise her. After all, he was the man who had her playing pretend with him in the Apollo-Soyuz docking module prototype. (For a while this experience had embarrassed her; as of late it had become a fond memory.) Seemed like he had everything under control, Margo mused as she picked up her overnight bag and escaped to Aleida’s room, where she changed out of her work clothes and into the NASA-branded T-shirt and sweatpants that she kept in her office just in case. She had made the right choice calling him over; she loved Javi, but she could use his expertise. When she made her way back to the living room, she was surprised to hear, well… nothing. She found them settled on the couch, Javi held in Sergei’s arms, clutching his bunny with one hand and intently exploring Sergei’s beard with the other. She took a minute to bask in the curious sight of Sergei sharing a special moment with an infant, smiling, sleeves rolled up, slightly dishevelled. Seeing him outside of engineering and in a domestic setting was strange, but also interesting; it was a whole other side of him, that she would otherwise have never gotten to witness. For a reason she couldn’t explain, she found herself unable to look away. Sergei eventually noticed her, and grinned up at her. “He likes the beard.” She nodded. “Me, too.” The phone ringing in the kitchen gave her the perfect opportunity to flee after this slightly too spontaneous compliment. Christ. What was she thinking?

I wish to tag @sparkleplatypuswriter @gabolange @tiltedsyllogism @gordopickett @katesofheaven @caffeinatedcrab

and anybody who would like to do it (if you're reading this but you don't watch FAM it includes you! Join the fun!) (if you do watch FAM consider yourself tagged to the moon and BACK)

[theinoculatedcupcake]

Looking for a Margo/Sergei depressing af fan fic prompt to write.

[evodevo-geekmonkey]

One small step on a journey that someday will take us all to the stars

In 1969, the first human set foot on the moon. Twenty five years later, a ship will launch carrying the first crew to Mars. Kit and Jade intend to be on that ship, but nothing worth having ever comes easy.