#beth harmon fanfiction

[midwintermothes]

Chapter one is up on AO3 lovelies ;)

[archive-of-our-feelings]

Beth forces herself to breathe as her ribs feel tighter and tighter, every breath she manages sounding shaky. Her throat hurts and she thinks that maybe all she wants to do is scream, but then if she does Benny will come to check on her, and how can Beth face him anymore, what can she say to him other than I’m sorry, if I knew how to love you I would, I would try for you. But Beth can’t give him what she doesn’t have, and while she’s never pretended that she could, it feels worse now that she knows Benny would want her to be able to.

- you wait and you wonder who'll take on your odds by paperclipbitch

[servena-writes-fic]

Chapters: 6/6

Fandom: The Queen's Gambit (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Beth Harmon/Benny Watts

Characters: Beth Harmon, Benny Watts, Jolene (The Queen's Gambit), D. L. Townes, Harry Beltik, Matt (The Queen's Gambit), Mike (The Queen's Gambit), Hilton Wexler, Arthur Levertov

Additional Tags: Future Fic, Marriage of Convenience, What Beth Harmon Did Next, Period-Typical Sexism, Tropes, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Smoking, Exes to Friends to Spouses to Lovers, managing addictions, Chess, Chess Metaphors, Friendship, Phone Calls & Telephones, Beth's Chess Harem, References to Addiction

Series: Part 1 of Marriageverse

Summary:

“Don’t think of it as marriage,” Benny tells her. “Think of it as castling.”

Beth raises an eyebrow. “Am I the king or the rook in this analogy?”

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I spent the last couple of days reading this wonderful work, and I can now truthfully say that this is one of the best fanfictions I’ve ever read, and I’ve been reading fic for more than fifteen years.

Just be aware that if you’re emotionally vulnerable, this fic will be peeling of your protective layers like you’re an onion.

[namelessmoons-corner]

☆.｡.:° Moon's Daily Fic Rec #2 °:.｡.☆

More information here.

Fandom: The Queen's Gambit Name: Giuoco Piano Author: beth (castieldeansangel) Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Beth Harmon & Everyone, Beth Harmon/Benny Watts (hinted), Beth Harmon/Other(s) Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Self-Indulgent, Canonical Character Death, Bisexuality, Implied/Referenced Alcohol, Abuse/Alcoholism, Recovery, Family, Panic Attacks, OOC, mostly about Beth, Mostly Gen Word Count: 19k

Beth falls asleep on the flight back to the States. She wakes up years in the past, in a familiar orphanage.

Personal thoughts:

Time travel fics have me in a chokehold, wether they are fix it or not. It could be a fuck it up for all i care.

/!\ SPOILERS /!\

The transition from the plane to her back in the orphanage is fire. Say no to drugs early girl, go get it! oooof the first chapter was so nice, it's such a good intro and it makes you want to read the rest of the fic.

Beth is such an interesting character! she's apathetic about most things, but it's so nice to see her realise that she could save people from their potential fate! Even if her asking Jolene whether she wants to play chess with her id to potentially avoid this jealousy, she can be a child again, even for a few hours, and it's great to read! Reading this 2nd chapter really brings a smile to your face, and i think that might be why i love time travel fics so much. And Alma's baaaack! Keep your friends close, my girl, you deserve it <3

AHHHHH the third chapter hits you right in the feels! Beth wanting to save Alma is such an important thing! And the road to recovery is hard and will get harder yet, i think, but it's all worth it in the end.

Beth going to a party with Jolene! Like go live your teenage life girl, you deserve it. I really like the personality of Carolina, and i think it's a great way to make Beth understand that while having a goal is great, it's okay not to have plans and just discover your life as it comes along.

The death of Mr. Shaibel made me tear-eyed, but at the same time it was really wholesome that she decided to tell him the secret and that he believed her without questions.

AND THE END with the man aksing her if this run was better. Chills i say. It gave me chills.

All of this to say that this fic is seriously amazing and i really like it <3

☽ Moon ☾

[follow-my-literature]

CALLING ALL READERS. I NEED YOUR HELP

VOTING ENDS IN 6 HOURS - as of 2:51 on Dec 28

I'm back from my hiatus, and I've decided to reorganize my writings. I have pulled them all and have picked the best ones to keep. Now, I need you to pick which story you want to read first. Make sure to check out the synopsis before you make your choice.

I do apologize, there was an issue with the last poll I had created. Please if you voted before, just take a moment to revote.

*Poll is open for O N E W E E K *One-shots are not included in this list.

all story synopses are located here.

To those who are seeing this and don't enjoy "𝕩 Reader" fanfictions:

I apologize. I just want to reach as many people as possible. I have been away for a long time. Perhaps suggest another way for me to tag if it bothers you since this wasn't an issue when I used to write.

Again:

all story synopses are located here.

VOTING IS OVER.

First story will be

A Palace Full of Cranks

[romaniacs]

“what do you mean people don't write anya taylor joy fics”

Writing fanfiction about real people is creepy

i see... beth harmon fics would work just fine, i just think she's cool and like her vibe. and i don't think it's creepy, but you can always follow people who stick to fictional characters only. hope you can always find content you can enjoy over here.

[babybluebex]

Hi! I'd like to request jealous smut of Beth Harmon x fem!reader. Both of them are switches and get jealous of Benny Watts flirting with the other; so Beth and the reader show each other who they belong to 💞

promises, promises [beth harmon x reader] 

pairing: beth harmon x reader (y/n)

summary: beth catches you flirting with benny, and she feels the need to remind you that you’re hers. 

word count: 1222

warnings: a little bit of smut (mentions of f!ngering), misplaced jealousy, me being a Yearning Sapphic ™ for too long

a/n: beth is a goddess. that is all. add yourself to my taglist!

tags: @simsiddy

“Ya know, I’ve always admired you,” Benny said. “You’re so… Cool.” 

“Thanks,” I said. “You’re pretty cool too.”

“Beth’s lucky to have you,” Benny mumbled, flicking ash off of his cigarette. Paris was cold at night, but Benny still needed a cigarette, and I, being the only one of our little group with any left in my pack, accompanied him out of the bar. “But.. Can I ask, why Beth?”

I titled my head in confusion. “I don’t understand,” I mumbled. “Like… Why am I dating Beth?”

“Yeah,” Benny said with a nod. “I mean, as opposed to anybody else.” 

I shrugged as I tried to come up with a solid answer. “I dunno,” I said finally. “She’s just… I like her. She’s easy to get along with most of the time, but, even when she’s grumpy and all, she’s… I can’t put it in words. I’m just in love with her, ya know? It’s hard to explain love.” 

“I get that,” Benny nodded. “And you’re fine with me always hanging around?” 

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I mean, Townes and Harry always hang around, so what’s one more?” 

“You understand what I mean, don’t you?” Benny asked. “You’re fine with me… And Harry… Always being around Beth?” 

“You can talk as slow as you want, you won’t be making anymore sense than before,” I told him. “Just spit it out.” 

“Do you know that Beth and I hooked up a few months ago?” Benny asked. “And she and Harry? And I think she and Townes, but I’ve never gotten a straight answer out of either of them about it.” 

I didn’t get jealous easily. I knew who I was dating; Beth was admired and adored in her world, and I was used to people pining over her left and right. I never gave it a second thought when we would wake up to flowers and dinner invitations. But something about Benny’s words made an uncomfortable heat bloom in my belly. “Oh,” I said, pushing my hair behind my ear in an act of nonchalance. “I didn’t know that, but I don’t mind. You guys are friends now, and any friend of Beth is a friend of mine.” 

“That’s good,” Benny said, and he dropped the cigarette butt on the ground. “I’d hate to screw up the whole dynamic of our friend group.” 

Just then, the door to the bar swung open, and Beth, Harry, and Townes emerged with laughter and snorts. Beth perked her eyebrow at me and wrapped an arm around my waist, and she pressed her thumb to my bottom lip. “Princess, you told me that you quit smoking,” she said to me. 

“I said no such thing,” I said quickly, taking my cigarette between my fingers. 

Beth took my cigarette for herself and took a drag, then blew a mouthful of smoke above my head. “No, I remember it,” she argued, as Beth was always so happy to. “I had my head between your thighs and--” 

“Christ!” I cried, my face screwing up in embarrassment, and Harry and Benny sputtered with tipsy laughter. “Bethy, you can’t just say that--” 

“Sure I can,” Beth said. “I mean, we’re adults, and Benny’s always going off about his conquests. But, regardless, you promised me that you would quit smoking.” 

“I don’t remember that,” I said. “But if you say so…” 

Beth discarded the cigarette on the sidewalk, and she pressed her warm hand against my cheek. “Come here, princess,” she said softly and tugged me close, and she brushed her lips past mine. I could taste the gin on her lips from her favorite drink, the same ones her mother used to drink, but it only made me want more. I pressed forward, putting my hands on her waist, and she slung her arms around my neck as she gently bit my bottom lip. 

Harry and Benny were content to continue to drink around Paris, but Beth and I suddenly had other plans that landed us in our hotel room. As quickly as we could manage, our dresses were tugged off, and she was laying between my quivering legs as her thin fingers teased my wet heat. Beth had magic in her fingers, I just knew it. She kissed my leg, leaving trace amounts of her favorite red lipstick, and she finally whispered, “What were you and Benny talking about?” 

“Jesus, Beth,” I huffed. “I don’t know. Just shooting the shit, ya know?” 

“Hmm,” Beth hummed lightly, and her thumb gently circled my clit. With her fingers inside me and the feeling of her warm breath on my core, I knew that there was no hope of me lasting much longer. Beth knew this too, however, because she pulled her fingers back and looked up at me through her gorgeous eyelashes. “What were you talking about?” She asked again. 

“Fuck, Beth,” I sighed, pushing myself onto my elbows and blowing a lock of hair from my eyes. “Why do you care?” 

“Because you were making those big eyes at him,” Beth answered. 

“Big eyes?” I repeated. 

“Yeah,” She said. “You know the ones, right?” When I had no answer, she laughed. “You gave them to me last night! I was studying a game, and you came and sat on my lap and kissed my neck, and you gave me those eyes.” 

“Oh,” I said, suddenly understanding her attitude. Was she jealous? We were really the perfect couple. I got jealous at the thought of her being with someone else, and she did the same. “Well, maybe I was making eyes at Benny. I mean, c’mon, Beth, it’s Benny. He’s so dreamy.” 

“You’ve never used the word dreamy in your life,” Beth said and raised an eyebrow. 

“Maybe I did wanna bed Benny,” I said. “What would you do about it?”

“I think,” Beth began. Her fingers curled in my panties and tugged them down my legs, kissing all the way down, and kissed back up to my cunt. “I oughta show you who you belong to.” 

“And who is that?” I asked. My tough demeanor was disintegrating by the second and, the second that Beth’s lovely mouth was on me, it would fall off completely. 

“Why, me, of course,” Beth hummed. “I thought you knew, princess.” 

“I know that,” I laughed. Quickly, I hooked a leg around her waist and pushed her to the bed, and I straddled her waist. “But I seem to remember that you neglected to tell me that you fucked Benny. Harry too, for that matter.”

“Oh, please,” Beth laughed. Her hair was splayed out on the creme pillow, the sounds of Paris outside our window. But it was warm in the hotel room and smelled like my girlfriend’s perfume, and the taste of her skin lingered in my mouth, and I knew that I could never wander far from her. “That was before I met you, princess. Before… Everything.” 

Everything. Her exploring her sexuality, coming out, the repercussions that came with that. Hiding our relationship, stealing kisses behind closed doors and blaming alcohol if we got too close in public. Before the ups and downs and backslides and… Everything. 

“I’m yours now, princess,” Beth said, pressing her hand to my heart. My hand captured hers and I took a deep breath as I squeezed her hand. 

“Just yours.” 

[damn-stark]

Beth Harmon as a girlfriend...

Requested by anon “I just need a headcanon of Beth Harmon as a girlfriend in general, thanks ♡”

A/N- don't be afraid to request more Beth Harmon imagines or Headcanons :) I love her so much!

Warning- swearing, only slight angst, fluff

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Well first let’s start off by saying that Beth and you met at a chess tournament. The two of you were put against each other and the match lasted several minutes.

But she of course won, but in doing so you left her very impressed by your skills, she was the first one to talk to you, which ended in such an easy connection, as if you two had always been best friends.

You two hit it off from there, she would always invite you to her house where you would play match after match, or just read different books...chess books.

Beth was always kind to you and since you were one of her few friends you two would talk all the time, she would invite you to her tournaments all the time because she liked your company.

It wouldn’t be until two years later where after a tense filled match between the two of you she kissed you first.

At first you didn’t know what to do but you let her kiss you again, finally letting your stupor fall and your mind grasp to what was happening, kissing her back with a heated passion.

It wouldn’t be long after that where you would ask her to a date; she of course accepted and the both of you ended up getting a cup of coffee and playing...chess.

After the first date it would turn to more, but of course she had to leave, but of course not without you, she invited you to each tournament and you went to each and every one.

When she had free time she liked to go shopping with you and she liked to spoil you when she could and when you let her.

Beth was a sweet girlfriend all the time, she let you have your own space and she hardly liked to argue.

In those downtimes, the times after a long day, you would like to watch her replay her matches, there's always something so peaceful about it.

You also liked to sleep together, cuddle and just admire each other on bed. Her and your excuse for sleeping on one bed together and not getting your own room would be to save money, it was something her mother never argued against.

But of course every good thing had it’s trouble and her and yours happened after her mother died.

You let her have her time to mourn, let her drink thinking she would soon return to what she once was, but it never happened, she drank too much. You tried to help, tried to put her life back on track but she didn’t let you.

There was always arguments that ended in either one of you storming off, it got to point when you finally decided you were done and you remembered exactly what you said, “I can only do so much, I try to help but if you don’t want to get better I can’t help, I don’t want to see you hurt yourself anymore, I can’t, I’m sorry but I have to go.” The words haunted you, but you couldn’t take them back, if she wanted to get better, it had to start with her.

Leaving her hurt, not only you but her too. And without you knowing that only set her down a further spiral, but one she recovered from with the help of her friend Jolene.

Jolene was the one that told her to go get what she lost with you, Jolene advised Beth to get you back and Beth did.

It wasn’t an extravagant apology, but she brought your favorite sweets and flowers and the first thing she said was, “I can’t do this without you, I miss you.”

Beth explained that she got better and Jolene backed her up.

After a whole day of spending it with each other and getting to know more about her past, Jolene left Beth and you alone, leaving you to forgive her and apologize yourself, “I’m sorry, I should've tried harder, I left when you needed me most.”

It was an apology she didn’t accept. “No, I can’t accept it, you were right, I was only hurting you, if I wanted to get better it had to start from me.” Before that could end in an argument you let her not accept your apology, instead you ended up making up further, kissing her and having a passionate night.

When it was finally time for her to go to Russia, since she didn’t have enough money for you to go, you had to follow her days from home, talking to her when she called, giving her advice in those calls.

When you found out she won you screamed out of joy and when she called you congratulated her the same way. “I’m so happy for you! I knew you would win! I can’t wait until you get home! I love you so much!”

When Beth did come back home you met her at the airport. And when you saw her you ran to her, welcoming her with open arms as she ran to wrap her arms around you.

After several minutes when you finally broke apart the two of you kissed not giving a damn who watched. The two of you cupped each other’s cheeks and whispered to one another, “I love you.” for the first time and not the last.

[jellycolors]

𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 / 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥

[xngels-world]

10:15 am — Elizabeth Harmon

**

“Do you think you’re gonna win?” You asked, watching your girlfriend get herself ready for the day. She turned to you, smiling when you smiled at her. “The honest answer?” she asked with a smile, earning a nod from you. “I’m not sure, but if I practice enough, I think I can.”

“That’s a fair point,” you responded, finally rolling out of bed to get ready for the day. “Are you gonna call that Watts guy to help you practice, or are you just going to play yourself again?”

“His name is Benny, and actually I was hoping you would play me.” She set the hair brush down, putting a hair tie on her wrist.

You laughed. “You know I don’t actually know how to play, love.”

“I can teach you.”

“Well, what’s the point in learning if I’m not learning from the best?” You joked, laughing when she feigned an offended expression, laughing along with you. “Alright, then. Teach me,” you added.

[ilreleonewikiart]

Beth Harmon outfits illustration on CLM - part 1

[ilreleonewikia13]

TQG FANFIC:I want to understand you, I'll study you're obscure lenguage

by @ilreleonewikia13

As Benny continued to fuck with his three thingers his girl’s cunt and played with her tiny and peachy - of the same shape of a pomegranate seed - clint, making Beth finally explode in a groan of enjoyment, the chess player couldn’t help but to think that her big lips looked a lot like a slice of mature fig. The kind of figs that he often saw on the stall of the greengrocer in his neighborhood, tempting and forbidding because they came from the beautiful shores of Greece, and therefore too expensive for them to buy: that, however, had never stopped him from imagining how sweet and juicy they would be on his mouth, every time he saw them; and even now, in looking at that red-colored cavern, the chess player wondered what he would feel if he tasted their juicy flesh. The blonde continued with that hypnotic rhythm until the girl didn’t start to scream his name - each time louder as he kept adding all his fingers on her cunt - at the top of her laughs..

Now this one-shot have a new version, please check it out 😉

[lexiwright]

Stolen Kisses

Benny watts x reader ( female )

Warnings - cheating, alcohol, swearing, mild nsfw,

All involved are 18+ before anyone starts that nonsense. Enjoy

2600 words

The night had went fine, great in fact. The drinks were plentiful and for the first time the bar was actually busy, which for being so early in the year was a brilliant start. You were sitting at the middle table which was sort of the locals table along with Benny standing beside you as he'd given you his seat and despite having an empty one on the other side of him always referred to stand next to you for whatever reason, he was quite a bit older than you, he had been in school with your mum. With his girlfriend Beth and Cleo in front of the two of you the table was quite merry. Benny was mostly having pints of lager, Beth was on the rum, Cleo had whiskey and a pint and you were having vodka with Apple juice and lemonade.

It was your turn for a round so you bough for the table and got yourself a double, you felt the need to binge tonight and while you know you shouldn't it didn't stop you. Once paying you collected your change and to your delight it was mostly pound coins meaning more music on the jukebox, you offered it to Benny since he has quite a lot of enthusiasm for the jukebox but he told you to put it on yourself, which you did with some hesitation knowing your taste in music is quite a bit different so you went for some more classic songs like ‘Heart of glass’ by blonde which after a few other choices played while you were seated. Benny looked at you with delight as it played and Beth gave you the thumbs up and the three of you started singing, beth dropped out after a while but you and Benny stuck at it till the end as best you could because, as Benny pointed out, no one really knows the words.

The night went on smoothly and last orders were called, Cleo bought this round but you also got yourself another double, you've no idea how may you'd had at this point. You'd been drinking quite a few nights that week and you were fighting to keep your hand tremor at bay. Something that happened quite a bit especially after a lot of alcohol.

Another of your friends had come in a little earlier and Benny was friends with her mum and had given her mum a message just to say how alike her daughter was to her which he told you while leaning in close that the mum had disagreed with mildly aggressively, you mentioned how alike you were to your mum which Benny somewhat disagreed with, he remembered her from school and just didn't agree, heavily implying you being better looking than she had been. You didn't care that's just how he is. Yous found yourselves talking about the night before last where you'd also all been in drinking, and how Benny had been dancing quite dramatically with some guy that had also been there. You laughed but couldn't help wondering if he remembered something else from that night. All the stolen kisses. After that night had ended you had gone back with Beth and Benny who when Beth's back was turned or in the other room he took those opportunities to kiss you, you hadn't stopped it, but the last time it had happened while Beth was doing something else. he had leaned in for a kiss and you had turned away slightly, he then let out a sigh and moved your hair to kiss your neck slightly and bite your ear a little, not enough to hurt you of course. He pulled away and tilted your face to him. ”Just kiss me.” he had said in a tone of near desperation. You did before you could stop yourself, his hands on your sides, his tongue exploring your mouth, you tried to meet him halfway but he was very much in control. When he pulled away you found yourself frozen slightly and just stared at him, you must have looked somewhat sad in that moment because his next words that came out matched your thoughts ”I know it's wrong.” and with that he pulled away as you both heard beth approaching, your hand touched your lips and he decided to go to bed which you decided was a good cue to leave, having work the next morning.

Bringing yourself back the moment the bar man rang the bell again for closing time and asked that the group drink up. Cleo invited you and the couple back to theirs which the three of you accepted cheerfully.

You found yourself again losing your thoughts as you remembered the first time Benny had kissed you, while the second night of it happening was merely a few days the first occasion had been months ago, and you assumed one drunk night wasn't going to repeat itself. You had walked him home to help him carry something, this coming after an argument where Beth didn't want to go home and he had so you stepped between your friends to offer a hand. Walking back you had suddenly found his hand in yours. You had already told him you doubted it would be there, his logic being some guy said he would drop it off which, let's face it, was based on a maybe. When you got to where it was supposedly left you realised Benny was about to keep walking you too the house so you pointed out he needed to look for it. He took out his torch and letting go of your hand to hunt for a few minutes. It wasn't there. He wasn't happy and stood in front of you. ” I hate to say I told you so but I did tell you.” you said arms crossed. He stepped closer and put his hands on your shoulders and replied ” I hate being wrong.” before pulling you to meet his lips. This was the first time he had kissed you and you were in complete shock. When you pulled away the only thing you could say was ” we need to go back and get beth ” and at this he started walking away you tried to stop him and pull him back but he turned round to kiss you again except this time you turned your face away and repeated yourself again. And he moved away again. The final kiss after a lot of arguing he grabbed a hold of your hair and angled your face to his, deepening the kiss as far as he could.

Back in the present you had all finished your drinks and were putting on jackets. Getting ready to leave. You round yourself feeling quite groggy, and suddenly you were in Cleo’s street. You could feel Bennys hand on your back helping you along, occasionally reaching down to squeeze your ass when he was sure no one was looking. Once everyone was through the front door, Cleo went to the kitchen, Beth to the toilet, you and Benny were standing alone in the porch and you felt him pull you as he leaned down and once again you locked lips with him. He quickly pulled away as Cleo came into sights. You remember sitting down in the living room and being handed a drink but then next thing you were in Bennys house following him and Beth to their living room. The alcohol had definitely hit you and you struggled with your words, you felt Bennys lips on yours again every so often but you were so past awareness it just came and went. At some point he went to bed and you found yourself crying, Beth who your actually really good friends with was very concerned and tried to comfort you best she could but you couldn't tell her and while you know you should, you picked the selfish road. Because if you tell her you will loose them both. And they were pretty much your only friends in this place. Beth eventually got you to a state of calm and told you to stay the night, settling you down on one of the armchairs which wasn't the first times you'd slept there. You felt asleep pretty fast which was certainly a change.

You woke up around 8 and after a moment of realisation of your whereabouts you went to the toilet. At some point, you'd taken your hair out and you've no idea where your tie was but you sighed and went back to the armchair. The house was always quite cold but you didn't mind. You felt quite safe there.

You lay awake a while but rested your eyes. The beginning of a headache calling your name. You had drawn the duvet you'd been given over your face a little and lay there.

After some time you heard footsteps and Benny approached you assumed it was time for his first cigarette of the day. He was close now and you wondered if he knew you were there. This however was a quickly resolved thought as you felt the covers above your face being moved down and your eyes snapped open as you jumped slightly at the contact. Benny was smiling down at you quite pleased with himself. ”your an arse Benny” he laughed and agreed. Sitting down on the floor to roll his fag. You talked at him for a little while. Trying to piece what you’d forgotten from the night before. Always a joyful task. You watched as he lay down on the ground with a pillow at his head and he covered his face with his arm as he smoked. Now for all your drinking you didn’t smoke but it was almost calming to watch him. Although it was also a little stressful, reminding him he’s still holding his fag as he comes dangerously close to setting himself alight. He finishes it and continues to lay there and talk to you a little.

He groaned a little and you commented on his usual smugness of not getting hangovers “ I’m still drunk is the issue” he sighed ” to be fair I think I am too ” you nodded. You'd both had quite a lot by the end of the previous night so it isn't so surprising.

”I'm cold” he commented to the room more than you. You agreed silently and then spoke up ” I would offer to give you a hug but I don't think it would make a difference.” He gave a small smile at that and replied “ hugs always make a difference.” At that you felt a wave of calm was over you as you stated “ I shall come and give you a hug then.”

With that you got out of the chair and brought yourself down next to him before resting your head on his chest and reaching an arm over him and hold him as best you could. He was so skinny your could feel his rib cage. You probably should have moved shortly after but you found yourself comfortable with him. And you felt one arm snake round your shoulders and his hand rubbed your upper arm. His other hand you found playing with your hair as you lay there. You could hear his heart and as it thumped another wave of calm washed over you. Nothing could hurt you here. All your fears seemed to melt away with each beat. The hand in your hair moved and you felt your face being tilted up to Benny and he kissed you. Then he rolled himself till you were back to the floor and he was above you, his hands on your hips he pulled your legs around him and settled his body between you he went to kiss you again but pulled away to moved your hair out of your face. His hands roam around your whole body. With his tongue in your mouth, you felt yourself being moulded how he wanted you. He reached under your hoodie but you had a top under it that was tucked into your jeans so he couldn't reach your skin but he continued to map out your body. He moved your hair away from your neck and pulled you too him as he kissed every inch he could reach, pulling your collar away from your body as he kissed. You felt his hand on your breast and as you don't usually wear bras his fingers played with your nipple through your top before he moved down and kissed your nipple through your clothes, his hand sliding down your side and holding your ass as he moved back up to kiss you again, your arms wrapping themselves round his neck and your hand in his hair. The hand on your ass moved down, like his was trying to memorise you and he went down your whole leg till he was holding your foot and then back up to your side to hold you. His other hand moved down to your crotch and stroked you once but he seemed to not want to ruin where you had both gotten too and moved back up into your hair, his lips still on yours, he tasted like fire and smoke. He pulled away again and went back to your neck and kissed you a few times, you gasped a little and he then kissed a trail along to your face. First your cheek then your eye then your forehead and finally your nose before returning once more for another deep kiss. He moved away again and held himself above you and looked down at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd seen. He moved down a little and just lay his head between your breasts as you both caught your breath a little.

He sat up and you didn't really know how to react honestly so you just lay there. You could feel your hands starting to tremor again which wasn't completely out of the ordinary but in this case is a little different, fireworks were going off in your mind. Benny reached out a hand to pull you up to a sitting position and then just held you too him. He felt your hand shaking and when he let you go he gentle held it. ” your shaking ” he whispered and looked at you, you couldn't reach his gaze but laughed a little ” I'm always shaking.” you looked up a little and continued ” you know that.”

” I should probably go back to bed” he said sounding a little sad almost.

” I would highly recommend it ” you nodded, while you didn't want him to leave you know you both needed to sleep off the alcohol properly. He got up to do something, you assumed he had gone to bed but he returned and sat on the other side of you. You had hung your head a little and let your hair fall in your face. When he sat down he rolled himself another fag, when he finished rolling it he looked at you and moved your hair from your face and making you look at him instead of your trembling hands. He smiled at you and put the free arm round your shoulders and held you to him once more. You rested gently on him while he smoked.

” I'm going to go back to bed for an hour ” he announced and you nodded in understanding. He flicked the end of the cigarette into the ashtray and before moving kissed the top of your head. Then he left and you heard the door to his bedroom close.

You remained sitting on the floor for some time before heaving yourself off the floor and back on the armchair where you thought about what happened for quite a while before eventually falling back asleep.

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

21 - One More Drink

Prompt: #21 “What did I say?”

Fandom: The Queen’s Gambit (Beth Harmon x Reader)

Word Count: 311 words.

Summary: You visit Beth on one of her many drinking nights.

Warnings: Drinking, alcohol problems.

“Are you drinking again?”

Beth barely hears your voice through the mist of her mind, her eyes shut close as she feels the alcohol burning her throat on its way down. She rapidly puts her empty glass back on the table, her eyes blinking open to send you an annoyed look.

“I am.” She grabs the bottle of whisky on the table, already pouring a large amount into her glass. “I’ve had a long day.”

“Try a long week.” You carefully approach her, a look of disgust appearing on her face once she notices the worry in your eyes. “Beth, you shouldn’t drink so much… You’ve got a big competition tomorrow-”

“I always drink this much, and I always win.” She takes a sip of her whisey, the burning sensation numbing the throbbing pain in her head. “It’s not your stupid words that are going to change my mind.”

Your expression saddens, your hands slightly trembling from your worry. “Beth…”

“What did I say?” She snaps her head at you, the coldness in her eyes making your heart drop in your stomach. “If you’re not going to listen to what I’m saying, maybe you should just go. I’m tired of seeing your face anyway.”

You blink a few times, the pain you felt from her words spreading onto your features. “You don’t mean that…”

“I do.” She tightens her grip on her glass, her eyes showing you the way towards the exit. “Go.”

You stay silent for a few seconds then give out a sigh, your hands grabbing the car keys you left on the counter on your way out. It’s when she hears the front door closing behind you that Beth’s expression falters down to a sad one, her lips gulping down the rest of her drink in a span of a few seconds.

She’s used to being alone anyway.

[kindnessinpain2000]

burns me alive

Summary:

For a moment they’re both silent—unsure of themselves outside the confines of chess and Beth’s kitchen—but he’s older, and more secure, and when he speaks Beth could almost imagine that he’s verging on a smile.

She doesn’t look up to verify that.

A Bethov fic, in which time passes and no-one moves on for good.

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Requested by: Anon  ONE SHOT

I’ve known Benny since I was 9. I met him at my first chess tournament. We didn’t get along at all and spent most of the first few years taunting each other. However, as time went on and we both reached our teen years, I started to notice just how handsome he had become. The next few years were spent playing an odd, flirting game.

He was the first person I got drunk with. Sneaking a bottle of whisky during one of the chess competitions. I remember the way his lips felt against mine when he suddenly kissed me that night. Falling asleep in each others arms. But we have never spoken of it. I’m not even sure it was real, I could have dreamed it all up.

Until...our last competition. We had been celebrating with our fellow chess players when eventually it was just Benny and I. The clock behind the bar read 1:30 am. When I got the bartenders attention, he quickly brought the bottle of Black Label whiskey over and refilled my glass. The feeling of Benny’s hand suddenly sliding up my leg, startled me, but none the less sending pleasant shocks of electricity through me. All it took was the brush of his beautiful lips against my ear and all my secrets came tumbling out of my mouth....

Y/N POV

“How could I let this happen?” You question Beth as she just gives you a sly smirk. “I mean, of all people...Benny Watts?!”

“Do you really want me to answer you or is that a rhetorical question?” She giggles as my eyes trail down the bar towards the slim blonde I’ve known for most of my life. 

“Oh shut up.” I hiss taking the last swig of whiskey in front of me. Letting out a heavy sigh I motion to the bartender while Beth and I are joined by the twins Matt and Mike. Soon getting lost in their in-depth conversation about the future of chess.

“White has the advantage. Since it always has the first move, it always has the advantage.” Mike explains. 

“Well that’s rather basic information, don’t you think?” I hear Beth reply.

“I read that when computers learn to play chess, and play against other computers, white will always win because of the first move.” Mike adds in. “Like tic-tac-toe?” I question. Only half listening however. After my slow realization that Benny is the one I can’t forget about, I find it hard to keep my eyes off of him. As the evening wears on the bar slowly thins out. Matt, Mike, and Beth having wished me good-night several drinks ago. Leaving, to my surprise, just Mr. Benny Watts and I. The clock behind the bar reads 1:30 am and I motion to the bartender. Who quickly brings over the bottle of Black Label Whiskey. 

“Leave the bottle please.” I murmur to him and he gives me a slight nod of the head. The feeling of Benny’s hand suddenly sliding up my leg, startles me, but none the less sending pleasant shocks of electricity through me. I’m unsure when he moved stools to sit next to me, since at the beginning of the night, he was at the complete opposite side of the bar. My eyes meet his brown ones and it’s as if the world suddenly stops. My chest burns and all my emotions flood to the surface. 

“Hey gorgeous. Been a long time.” His beautiful lips brush against my ear as he leans in and that is all it takes to send a shiver down my spine. I wrap my arms around his neck as his arms grip me around my waist. Hoisting me off the barstool to spin me around. 

“Benny! I’ve missed you. I thought you were ignoring me before.”

“How could I ever do such a thing to you?”  

Placing me back on my feet, his brown pools gazing into my eyes. They hold a look of such love I feel my cheeks heat up. Embarrassment takes over and I drop my arms before I turn back to my drink. Quickly finishing what’s in my glass before filling several more. Once I’ve steadied my nerves, I take a deep breath and finally bring myself to look back towards Benny.

“Is there something you wanna say love?” He questions. He’s known me far too long to bother attempting a lie so I just shake my head. 

“Maybe...not here?” My voice is much smaller than I want but as I look up at Benny through my eyelashes I see him smiling.

“Wanna go back to my room? We can talk there.” He whispers so only I can hear him. I nod and take his warm outstretched hand, letting him guide me away from the bar towards the elevators. I’ve spent many a night in Benny’s rooms over the course of our friendship. Playing chess and talking. Letting the hours slip by without fear of consequences. However, tonight feels different somehow. The butterflies in my stomach go wild the closer we get and I’m starting to doubt if I’ll be able to tell him. 

I feel the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in my abdomen. Tension grows in my face and limbs, my mind replaying the last attack. My breathing becomes more rapid, more shallow. The thoughts accelerating inside my head. I want them to slow so I can breathe but they won't. My breaths come in sharper more ragged gasps and I feel like I’m about to black out. Benny notices my ghostly white face, knowing what’s about to come. To be honest Benny is the only person I have ever let see me this way and right now I can’t be more thankful.

He wraps his long trench coat around my trembling body, pushing me forward into the elevator. All the while taking a protective stance behind me. Blocking anyone’s prying eyes. Once the doors close and my ragged breathing is all that can be heard, he gently pulls me against his warm form. Wrapping his arms around me like he never has before. I cling to him as my body trembles uncontrollably. His one hand starts rubbing small circles on my back in a soothing way, so I close my eyes and let his scent intoxicate me. My heart hammering against my ribcage. 

“This is our floor love.” Benny states as the elevator doors swing open. When I don’t move he let’s out a small chuckle. Easily picking me up like a bride, causing a small squeal escape my lips as I tighten my arms around his neck with my eyes still closed. To any unaware reporter I’m sure this would look like more than it is. Luckily, Benny and I have been friends for so long that our shenanigans are old news in the chess community. As Benny works the door to his room, I brave a glance at him and can’t help but be in awe of this boy.

My heartbeat feels like it’s jumping out of my chest causing me to internally shake my head. Beth was right, I have been lying to myself. I’ve had feelings for Benny since that one night so long ago. When we stole that horribly cheap bottle of alcohol and got drunk together. It had been the first time either of us had ever had that much to drink, which led to things getting a little out of hand. Sometimes I find myself thinking about the feel of his touch or the taste of his lips. As of late though, sometimes has become at least once a day. With these thoughts in my head I can feel my anxiety slowly start to ebb away. 

“I’m gonna go run you a hot bath.” Benny starts. Placing me softly on the bed with my arms still wrapped around his neck. My breathing has finally become somewhat normal and I know it’s now or never. Just as Benny goes to pull away from me I slide my hands down to the collar of his trench coat, grip it lightly in my hands, and pull his lips to mine. At first I don’t feel him react to me. Making a fresh wave of anxiety wash over me. I must have taken him off guard however, because soon I feel his hand weave its way into my hair and his tongue graze my bottom lip; allowing him permission to kiss me deeper.

In the moment of the kiss our chemistry becomes an ever-bright flame. One steeped in passion. On his lips is the promise of realness, of his primal desire, and the sweetness of maybe even something real. Finally breaking the kiss when we both need to come up for air. 

“Well, that’s the most appreciative thank you that I have ever gotten for offering to run a bath.” He chuckles, resting his forehead against mine. 

“Benny....I-” but he cuts me off with his lips again. Slowly leaning me down against the bed. Unable to control myself I wrap my legs around him, pulling him as close to me as I can. Lightly placing kisses from his lips to his jaw and down his long neck. My hands tug at his coat, letting him know I need more. I’m so lost in my feelings that when my lips trail back to his earlobe, it slips out between breaths. “I love you.” 

He breaks apart from me as he rips off his trench coat. His hat having fallen off before as he placed me on the bed. When I bring myself to meet his brown orbs they are full of an emotion I have never seen before. His voice light. “Do you remember the first night we got drunk together?” I nod my head without saying a word. “I knew then that I loved you.” My eyes widen but he continues. A slight blush building in his face.

“I love everything about you, and I'm not a guy who says that lightly. I'm a guy who has faked love his entire life. I'm a guy who thought love was just something idiots felt. You have a hold on my heart that I can not break if I wanted to. And there have been times when I wanted to. No matter how many women I’m with, I barely see their faces. Because when I'm inside someone, there's only one face I see. I only dated Beth because I was lonely. Because I got tired of the endless disconnect, but it was just a sad time-out. I can not stop loving you any more than I can stop breathing. I'm hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you. Always have been.” 

His confession, as odd as it may be, causes me to break into a smile. I wrap my arms around his neck again before I finally just let all my emotions spill out. “Run your hands up my bare arms, not slow but fast. Send the electricity I need to jump start my heart. Let your hands cover my skin with soft lips following. To be in your arms is love, safety, and passion too. It is how you bring me back to life, revive what was lost, and restore what was shattered. I’d be nowhere without you.” And with that, the two of you pulled each other close. Falling into bed together as hastily as humanly possible. The drinks I had earlier making me bolder. Our lips and hands touch as much skin as we can; clothing quickly finding their way to the carpeted hotel floor. Both of us lost in the passion we have denied ourselves for far too long...

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