#tgc ff

 this is from this post and i’m dyin bc it’s them

picture this: they’ve gone on several dates at this point, enough that they’ve lost track of the exact number but not enough to be ~official~ yet. but either way, it’s enough that sonya can come over to mary’s place for the first time to watch a movie.

which is why mary’s in the shower while sonya’s sitting cross-legged on the couch in the living room. she’d come over when mary was supposed to be home from work, but mary had run late today and wanted to change out of her work clothes before the movie. sonya can hear her singing, muffled by the white noise of the shower and the apartment walls (slightly thicker than the ones in sonya’s apartment – she’s a little jealous).

sonya is supposed to be picking a movie to watch. and she was scrolling netflix, for a while, but now she’s three tabs deep into lists of pickup lines and getting nowhere. she sighs and leans her head against the back of the couch, stretching out her hand automatically to pet her cat before she remembers she’s at mary’s place, its color scheme of soft greys and purples quite unlike sonya’s own bright apartment. on the wall next to the couch is sonya’s favorite bit of decoration here: a tapestry embroidered with a simple lake scene and a deer peeking out from behind a tree. she makes a note to ask mary where it’s from.

sonya sighs. she could just…ask. it can’t be that hard to say “will you be my girlfriend” – at least, it can’t be any harder than sliding one of these awful pickup lines into a normal conversation – but even the thought makes sonya’s stomach flutter. in the bathroom, the shower and the singing abruptly stop at once. sonya switches back to netflix and picks something at random.

mary emerges from the bathroom in pajamas, her hair piled on top of her head in a towel. one strand of hair has escaped and is dripping onto mary’s shoulder, and sonya can’t stop herself from smiling at how cute she looks. 

“ready?” mary asks

“yeah, i’ve got something,” sonya says, hoping whatever she picked isn’t awful. 

“great! i have popcorn,” mary says as she moves to the couch. she unwraps the towel from her hair and lets it fall, still damp, over her shoulders. “i just have to braid my hair first”

“oh, i can make it. where is it?”

“top shelf of the pantry”

sonya has to stand on tiptoe to reach the top shelf, but she finds the popcorn box on the first try and puts a packet in the microwave. as she waits for it to heat up, she watches mary braid her hair: the practiced movements of her hands as she knits the strands together. sonya swallows. they’ve held hands, they’ve kissed, but always out and about – in restaurants, on boardwalks. it’s different here. she wonders if she can hold mary’s hand, or share a blanket – or even, in an unprecedented move, put her head on mary’s shoulder.

the microwave beeps and sonya realizes she hasn’t been paying attention. but the popcorn isn’t burned, so she pours it into a bowl and brings it back to the couch. mary finishes the final bit of braid and reaches for the bowl, but sonya holds it back. she swallows and tries to act more confident than she feels.

“nuh-uh.” she leans down and offers her cheek. “you owe me a kiss for making this”

mary grins. “it’s my popcorn.”

“c’mon, let me at least tell tasha a pretty girl kissed me tonight.” 

“since when did you get so smooth?” mary teases.

sonya leans forward even further and opens her mouth to say “since always” but suddenly feels herself teetering off balance. nearly dropping the popcorn, she flings out one arm to steady herself, latches onto the tapestry, and goes down in a heap, covered in tapestry and popcorn. 

SONYAMARY ANON!!!!!!!! hi!!!!

the post in question: Concept: its new years night and we’re both a little tipsy, we come home not wanting to go to bed so i play some music on my phone and we both sloppily slow dance in the kitchen. I kiss your face and you giggle, slurring along to the song. As we sway back and forth theres nowhere else id rather be

[i’m not sure if this is supposed to be new years eve or the literal night of new years day. i’m taking it as new years eve since that makes more sense]

marya dmitrievna’s house was quieter than usual this year, without the kuragins or their friends, but most everyone besides pierre still managed to end up tipsy. by 11:30, sonya was stretched out on the couch with her feet in natasha’s lap and her head in mary’s, mumbling something about wanting to go to sleep. natasha tickled her feet at intervals to keep her awake until the chime of midnight, at which point mary leaned down for a kiss that lasted almost the entire first minute of the new year.

half an hour later, pierre, who hadn’t had anything to drink, dropped the three girls off at the end of the rostov’s driveway. natasha lingered for a goodbye kiss, but sonya and mary went ahead of her into the house. shoes and coats were left by the door, hands were rubbed together as warmth flooded back into them. almost all the lights were off. only the glow of the light over the sink illuminated the kitchen, where mary poured glasses of water for them both.

“i don’t want to go to sleep yet,” sonya said. “are you tired?”

“well, i didn’t have quite as much to drink as you.”

“what does that mean?”

mary smiled. “it means half an hour ago you were saying how sleepy you were.”

“it’s worn off by now,” sonya protested. she set down her glass and took mary’s free hand. “if you’re not tired, dance with me?”

“i’m not tired.”

at that sonya smiled and pulled out her phone. a moment later, soft notes echoed from the speaker, quiet in the sleeping house. leaving her water on the counter, mary tugged sonya to the middle of the kitchen, where sonya slipped her arms around mary’s waist. she fit perfectly, her head nestled just under mary’s chin, and they swayed. neither noticed natasha enter through the front door and smile to herself at the sight of them before tiptoeing up the stairs. 

mary put her hands on sonya’s hips and pulled her even closer, her fingers tightening as if to keep from ever letting go. in the near-darkness all she could see was the copper gleam of sonya’s hair catching the light. 

“another year with you, sonyushka. i couldn’t ask for more.” she murmured it into sonya’s hair, not sure if she wanted sonya to hear her or not, but a moment later she felt sonya’s smile against her skin. 

sonya pulled back and stood on tiptoe for a kiss, but missed, pressing her lips to mary’s chin instead. 

mary laughed. “are you sure it’s worn off?”

“shhhh. i’m trying to be romantic.” 

“you don’t have to try.” mary’s cheeks flushed and she was glad for the dim kitchen, but she spoke anyway. “being with you is enough.”

“now you’re the one being romantic.”

pillow fort is Truly speaking to me on this here day, for ref the prompt is from this post  and it says, in full: “one (1) kiss for pillow fort entry”

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mary sighs as she gets into her car, taking a moment to rest her head on the wheel. the day had been long, to say the least – a program that wouldn’t work no matter what she tried, and colleagues interrupting her every few minutes. mary starts the car, then sends an “on my way” text to sonya, foregoing the usual heart emojis in favor of leaving as soon as possible.

a half hour later, she comes home to stripped couches and a mountain of pillows on the living room floor. it takes her a second to realize that no, she hasn’t been robbed and yes, her girlfriend is probably responsible for whatever’s happened to her furniture. this last is confirmed a moment later by sonya’s face poking out of an opening in the pillows. 

“babe! you’re home!”

mary sets her purse on the coffee table, which has been shoved out of the way to make room for the pillow…structure. “i am. what is all this?”

“pillow fort,” says sonya. “was work awful?”

mary closes her eyes. “yes. everything went wrong today.”

sonya wriggles out from under the pillows and wraps her arms around mary, who shrinks down to rest her head on sonya’s shoulder. they stand for a minute, breathing, then mary pulls back.

“how was work for you?” she asks.

“it was okay, i guess. this client got pretty nasty over the phone, though. he hung up twice and called back just to yell at me more for something stupid that was his fault, anyway.”

“oh no!” mary brushes sonya’s hair off her forehead to place a kiss there. “i know how that goes.”

“it’s okay. i’m over it. anyway, he probably doesn’t have a cute girlfriend to come home to.”

“technically i’m the one who gets to come home to the cute girlfriend,” mary says.

sonya grins. “and i made pasta for dinner. am i a catch or what?” she fetches plates and forks from the kitchen, then returns to the fort, pushing her full plate ahead of her into the pillow tunnels. mary can make out her progress by the slight shaking of pillows, which stops at a central room.

mary kneels and makes to follow, but is blocked by sonya’s reappearance, this time minus the pasta.

“no entrance without a kiss,” sonya says.

a smile tugs at the corners of mary’s mouth. “easy enough.” she cups sonya’s cheek with her free hand and kisses her softly, tasting sonya’s familiar strawberry chapstick.

sonya draws back first and leads mary into the pillow fort. it’s sturdier than she expected, and she notices various household items acting as scaffolding – a lamp as a central pillar, a bedside table at an intersection. 

eventually the tunnels give way to the central room mary had noticed before. it’s tall enough to sit up in, and the floor is covered with what seems like every blanket in the house. a lamp bathes the tiny room in soft yellow light. 

“sorry it’s a little messy,” sonya says.

mary realizes, then, that sonya must have noticed the difference in her text, must have figured out that she’d had a bad day, and built the fort to distract her. all of a sudden mary’s heart feels like it’s too big to fit. 

“it’s perfect,” she says. 

At around 7:30, there's a knock at Pierre's door. It's Natasha, dressed like she's going out, and carrying a twelve pack of soda. When he asks her what she stopped by for, she smiles and says "It's New Years, silly!". Pierre is confused, until Natasha kicks off her heels and plops herself on the couch. "I thought you were going to Marya's" Natasha shakes her head, asking if he really thought she would miss out on their first New Years. And puts a pair of 2018 glasses on his face. (2/4.5)

As the night goes on, Marya, Sonya, and Andrey, and Nickolai filter in. All remarkably sober. They watch all the New Years Specials, making fun of the hosts, they order pizza and play Twister, (Which is far less fun when sober, Pierre thinks, but also notes how flexible Natasha is.) They talk about what was great in the New Year, they gossip, play truth or dare. (Sonya and Mary will NOT stop daring the other to kiss them. Andrei and Nickolai will not stop booing them every time.) (3/4.5)

Pierre is a sap whether he's drunk or not, because around 11, he's crying. The entire thing reminds him of the innocence of high school parties, and he's so thankful that they all care about him enough to hang out with him on New Years. They all have a moment. At midnight, Sonya dips Mary into a squealing kiss, Nickolai plants a wet kiss on Andrei's face, and Pierre kisses Natasha once before peppering her face with kisses. It's his best New Year Yet. (4/4.5) 

anon i am SHRIEKING this is some of your best content ever everything here is perfect and if i was on mobile i’d add 20 crying emojis

also i’m dying because this is the most plausible scenario bc they really all ARE that pure!!! and natasha and pierre are really that in love!!! (and sonya and mary!!) and they really are going to start the new year happy and hopeful and together!!!! wow!!!

you’re welcome!!