#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]

Gonna go ahead and blindly order a F7 then :D

Fanfic Menu Challenge: F7. Margo finds out she's pregnant after the '92 IAC

There was a sharp knock at the door. Sergei jolted forward, joints shuddering as he righted himself upward. Margo touched him once again, pressed a hand to his forearm. "It's not time yet. We still have time." She paused; her thumb brushing his arm. "It's okay. Sit down."

Then she left him to descend into an armchair while she took on Lenara, the KGB – all for him.

As she spoke rapidly to her assistant, buying them more time, Sergei took in Margo's office. He had seen glimpses of it through video calls; had seen the 80s iteration with no piano, a couch that she once told him had pulled out. Everything was neat, orderly. Brightly lit by a wall of windows. Sergei shrunk into himself. He should not be here. He was glad to be out, glad to be away from those monsters. But once again he was tainting Margo with their association; once again putting her in an unenviable position to tarnish her honour, her integrity in order to save his life. He had not been good enough for her two years ago. He most certainly was not now.

Sergei's chest rattled with another cough. His handkerchief fell from his hand. As he retrieved it from the carpet, he found something else. A children's toy. A plush space rocket, in yellow and gold material. How strange.

The door to Margo's office closed. Sergei turned, and found the owner of the toy. Holding Margo's hand was a little girl – one, perhaps one and a half. Her red hair was short and wavy; she was wearing blue dungarees with stars embroidered on the front. No shoes, just socks. The little girl clutched Margo's hand as they walked, one tiny step at a time, towards Sergei. He was still holding her rocket. He should hand it to Margo, leave. No doubt the young girl would have nightmares about the gaunt man in her mother's office. Because this was clearly Margo's child.

They paused in front of the arm chair. Margo squeezed their joint hands. "Sergei, this is Alexandra. Alexandra, this is my friend Sergei."

Alexandra buried herself in her mother's side, as was common when greeted with a stranger. Especially a pale, bald stranger with hollowed sockets and an ill-fitting suit. But Margo did not remove her, usher her away. And Alexandra quickly accepted that Sergei was not the bogeyman under her bed. Sergei then proceeded to draw on his experiences of children, his role as uncle. He took the rocket toy, made the appropriate noises for lift off – with the occasional chatter from Mission Control. He made the noises until Alexandra began to laugh, a bright tinkle akin to Margo's piano.

"Is this yours?" She nodded, bashful. "Would you like it back?" Another nod. "Here."

Alexandra wobbled out of her mother's orbit to take the toy from Sergei's outstretched hand. Sergei then looked towards Margo, who was watching their interaction intently. Worried, no doubt, how her daughter would react. But Alexandra seemed content. Margo then took Alexandra over to the end of the couch and let her daughter sit and mimic Sergei's noises, happily playing while the adults discussed politics.

Margo re-took her position opposite him. Sergei smiled at them both. "Congratulations, Margo. She is beautiful."

"She is." Margo reached over, stroked her daughter's crimson hair. Alexandra's spaceship seemed to be in some kind of distress. Both Margo and Sergei smiled, laughing softly at how she was mimicking real life. "It's been difficult. There were...hard choices to make when I found out I was pregnant. But I'm glad I have her."

"And her father?" Sergei asked. He had to ask. Had to know which man Margo Madison had deemed worthy to love, to have a child with. Sergei knew he was not entitled to his jealousy. But he had to know.

Across from him, Margo stiffened. "An academic; he worked at the university in Huntsville. We were dating – he passed away in a car accident shortly after I found out I was pregnant."

"Margo, I am so—"

"—it was an easy story to sell. Everyone bought it; the President even bought me a crib." Margo lay back against the couch, defeated. She stared at her daughter, ran a hand along the red curls curling over her ears. "She has your smile, you know. Everyone says they've never seen such a happy kid. And she likes to get her hands dirty. Between her and Javi, the cleaning service I pay for has their work cut out for them."

Sergei stared. Margo could not be saying—

She then leant forward. Reached for his hands once again. "Sergei, I know you're worried about your family. But you have family here in the States, too. Let me help. Please. Because no matter what happens between us, or with our daughter, I need you to be safe. For her and for me. Please."

"Of course." Sergei nodded. There was no question, now. No question at all. "Of course, Margo. Anything for you. For the both of you."

Twenty seconds after Sergei discovered he was a father, Lenara knocked on the door. But in those twenty seconds, he knelt by his daughter and watched her play with her space rocket, adding ambient noise to her play. His daughter. He had a child. Already she had grown so much and he had missed it. But not one milestone more. Sergei would do whatever he could to be here for them. For his girls.

[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.

[youreorangeyoumoron]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: For All Mankind (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Margo Madison/Sergei Nikulov Characters: Margo Madison, Sergei Nikulov Additional Tags: Closure, Fix-It, Prison, Afterlife, Supernatural Elements Words: 1,861 Summary: Twelve years into Margo’s prison sentence, Sergei comes to pick her up.

Every morning for the past twelve years, Margo drifts awake a few minutes before the loud 6 a.m. buzz resounds across the prison cells and the harsh fluorescents shine again above her head. Every morning, she gets a few minutes of quiet and darkness to herself, before the burning pain in her hip flares up, and before the reality of Leavenworth relentlessly sets in.

Today, she wakes up with a sense of peace, instead of the usual weariness.

She suspects the reason for it is the man sitting at the end of her bed.

Margo knows him before she even reaches for the pair of glasses sitting on her bedside table and slips them on her nose.

“Sergei.”

“Hello, Margo.”

She smiles. The sound of his voice, of her name rolling on his tongue, fills her chest with a warmth she has not experienced in years. It was the first thing she was afraid of forgetting; yet she recalls it crystal clear.

[purereflectionsworld]

Sharing two wonderful FAM fanfic gifts I received - Aleida & Bill friendship!

I submitted a Battleship prompt for Aleida Rosales & Bill Strausser friendship fic and got TWO amazing fills. Everyone needs to read them both.

“Now entering the studio…” by @midnight-els is set during the S2 to S3 gap and involves Aleida giving Bill the 50th birthday gift of auditioning for Jeopardy. I couldn’t stop smiling during/after reading this - It is HILARIOUS but also WONDERFULLY touching and heartwarming.

“Wanderers Still” by coffeeandchocolate is set during the S3 to S4 gap and involves Aleida visiting Bill for the first time after the JSC bombing. The writing and characterization of Aleida and Bill’s relationship is BEAUTIFUL and deep and made me consider what happened between them in late S3 in a new way.

Anyone who loves Bill and Aleida should read these - I know you will enjoy these as much as I did!

[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.

[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 ❤️

[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]

smut promt no. 7!

7. A quickie because No Time [This was more angsty than I had intended - I'M SORRY]

"Margo, I—"

"—don't. Stop." She couldn't bear to hear those words. Couldn't bear to have him tell her I love you only once. Couldn't stomach the thought of rolling those words around on her tongue, knowing she would never get to hear them again.

Instead, Margo broached the gap between them, the gap that she had made out of fear, fear of getting her heart broken. She decided she could live with touching Sergei's hand one final time. Feeling the weight of his fingers against hers, the callouses from years of pencils and slide rules and mechanical models. She could also live with pressing her hand to his lapel, feeling the beat of his heart. After weeks, months, years of not knowing what had happened to Sergei, it felt comforting to hear it.

Could she live with herself with kissing him just once more? Or was the greater regret to have only kissed him once?

"Can I kiss you?" Sergei's eyes widened at her request. "Not–not goodbye. Just–I just want to kiss you again."

This was not the most romantic of settings. The '92 IAC, with that bottle of stolen liquor and that soft, supportive hotel couch, had been perfect. All alone – or so she'd thought. Now in her office, with two KGB agents outside and a plane waiting to whisk Sergei back to Moscow, was far from the fantasies she had indulged between IAC conferences. But his smile as she cradled his face was full of warmth; his touch gentle on her hips as she leaned into his embrace. They shared their second kiss: soft, achingly tender. Not goodbye forever. Goodbye for now.

But who knew when hello would be again?

Margo did not mean for the kiss to turn so desperate. Did not mean to grasp the back of his neck and bring his mouth down firm upon hers; did not mean for her tongue to slip inside his mouth and slide against his own. But Sergei responded in kind, kissing her as if she was the very lifeforce he needed to breathe. His touch grew urgent, hands possessive on her hips, skimming her sides before his arms wrapped tight around her.

They took a moment to breathe, still consumed in the other person. Margo stared into his eyes, at his unbearably bright smile after having been kissed so passionately by her. She imagined her own smile betrayed similar emotions at being held so closely; every inch of her pressed against Sergei Nikulov.

"Margo. I—"

Not those words again. She couldn't hear them, not falling from his lips with a tone so reverent it left her unbalanced, uncertain, but wanted. So she occupied his mouth with hers once again. Pushed him against the edge of her desk, spun them until it was her ass pressing into the wood. Before his imprisonment, Margo imagined Sergei would have lifted her up, encouraged her legs to wrap around his hips, press his cock against her centre. But it was Margo who lifted herself onto the desk, Margo who pressed a hand against the belt of his trousers, Margo who made her intentions known.

There was no time for romance. No time for finesse or foreplay. Just Sergei fiddling with the zipper of his suit pants and Margo sliding off her panties and ruching up her skirt. Her hands gripped onto his shoulder blades as he thrust inside her – shallow thrusts, both overwhelmed with this sudden jolt of desire, the fear of the KGB outside, and the sorrow of knowing this could well be their last meeting. Margo tried to ignore that notion, ignore the tears welling up in the corner of her eye. She kissed Sergei harder, wrapped a leg around his waist, encouraged him deeper.

Margo wanted the whole world to just fade away until it was nothing but him and her.

Sergei came with a shudder against her; a string of Russian ushered, her name a handful of broken syllables. Margo didn't come; she was too keyed up to push herself over the edge. So she held Sergei against her, savouring the warmth of him, the weight of him, before the KGB knocked at the door. Time to go.

"Next time we'll do it in a proper bed," Margo said as they quickly righted themselves. She was flushed; his lungs were struggling. Margo was tempted to hide him away in her bedroom and never let him go. But he had to go.

"I look forward to it." Sergei then bent his head and kissed her on the cheek. His eyes glanced towards the door before finally settling back on her. His frame sagged; he was a man defeated. But there was still hope in his eyes. "You will not let me say it, but you know, don't you? I need you to know."

Margo blinked hastily against the threat of tears. "I know. And I hope you know too."

Sergei nodded, his smile the rising sun behind a blockade of clouds. "Until the next time we see each other, Margo."

"Until then."

The door opened. Sergei walked through it and out of her life. Margo just sat at her desk and let everything crash over her. A little while later, Emma informed her her next meeting was running a little late. Before leaving, she left a box of tissues on Margo's desk, knowing that she would need to cry alone.

[tiltedsyllogism]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: For All Mankind (TV 2019) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Molly Cobb/Margo Madison, Molly Cobb/Wayne Cobb, Wayne Cobb & Margo Madison Characters: Margo Madison, Molly Cobb, Wayne Cobb Additional Tags: 5 + 1, Drabble Collection Summary:

Five times Margo was uncomfortable about Wayne, and one time she wasn't.

[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?

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