#tqg fanfiction

[infinity-sansa]

Who's that mysterious yellow blur? Who could it be? WHO?!!

Find out in Chapter 30 of There's something queer about Grunkle Ford!

[the-fiction-witch]

Dirty Habit

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Sweet + Flirty

Requested

Benny Watts x reader, the two are roommates in New York, the reader has a habit of smoking when stressed/need to think and Benny noticed this. One evening, when they were at the bar near their house - drinking Whiskey and playing speed chess together, Benny said to the reader, "If you lose two games in a row, don't smoke, okay?"  Reader (who was smoking to think as usual) shrugged to indicate that she wouldn't lose. But after two games, the reader loses and Benny takes the cigarette from the reader by kissing her?

I sat on the fire escape my foot tapping rapidly again the metal grating, the sounds of cars going up and down the busy new York streets. the only thing bringing me a slight bit of peace was bringing the ciggette to my lips inhaling the harshness holding it tight before blowing out what remained.

"It's a dirty habbit" his voice perked up I rolled my eyes a little glancing in thought the open escape window to the main room of the apartment, the door on the back wall with the small grey kitchen to the side even if it really wasn't much more then a fridge, oven, sink and single counter top, the three doors to the right for the two bedrooms and bathroom, my sofa wedged up the corner beside the shelf and in the centre the table where he sat deep in his game with himself in his jeans and his floral kimono I meerly glared at him and he ran his hand over his spikey chin "I'm just saying"

"You want me to get into your bad habbits or are you smart enough to shut the fuck up?"

He smirked a little raising his eyebrows "hit a nerve" he says continuing with his game

"You often do" I sighed putting my cigarette out and climbing back inside the apartment sitting on the sofa crossing my arms 

"Do you want to have a conversation so that we can get to the bottom of what's bothering you or do you just wanna sit and pout?" He asks and I glared again "sit and pout it is" 

"You left your laundry in the dryer"

"That what this is about?"

"no! But it doesn't help"

He sighed and finished his game before turning on his chair to see me leaning his elbow on the table and his cheek on his hand "what's the matter y/n?"

"I'm fine." I snapped back

"Bullshit. Your frustrated as fuck'

"Oh you know that because your a chess genius do you?"

'no. You only smoke when your frustrated." He says "what's the matter?" 

"Nothing is the matter! When I do or do not smoke is none of your damn business benny!"

"....what's. the. matter." 

"Mikey hasn't called me"

"Ahhh there it is." He smiled "maybe he's busy?"

"For four days!"

"Did we pay the phone bill?"

"Yes."

He got up and came to sit beside me "he's a dick don't let him stress you out don't give that little fucker the time of day you can do way better anyway"

"You think so?"

"I know so" 

"Thank you benny"

"Your welcome y/n"

"What happened to that girl you were dating anyway?"

"I haven't dated anyone in like four years"

"Okay let me rephrase that. What happened to that girl you were fucking?"

"I was replaced"

"By?"

"A vibrating toothbrush" 

".... I mean, I can't say I blame her benny"

"Yeah she realised that either way she ended the night partly satisfied and white dripping down her chin, and the toothbrush she doesn't have to leave the house so?"

"Yeah that's fair" I shrug "did she mention the brand of toothbrush?"

"No. There's a bathroom between us and I still hear way more then I want to"

"If I have to listen to you then you have to listen to me"

"Fair enough" 

I sat on the small porch of the bar often bringing my cigarette to my lips trying to calm myself down after everything, soon enough benny arrived back at the table with a blue ribbon in each hand setting one in front of me and the other infront of him “Dirty Habit” he says 

“I know I know but… work. And just shit in general” I sighed 

“You’ve had a lot of cigarettes lately” he says as he set the board between us up for another speed chess game 

“I’ve been very stressed lately” I sighed as we plaid until I won 

“Okay… How about this, If I win this game you put out that cigarette out?”

“And when I win?”

“I’ll buy you a pack” 

“Sure” I shrugged setting the board up again and we plaid a rather quick and merciless game of speed chess and it wasn’t long until I was backed into a corner and he smirked I did my best to keep it going but I knew I had no choice so I sighed resigned and put my cigarette out which made him very happy resting the board and I got another cigarette from my bag

“Hey!”

“I put out my cigarette. Didn’t say I couldn’t get another one”

“Okay, How about if I win two in a row, you put that out and … you try to give up the cigarettes”

“Really?”

“I’ll let you have some leeway but you have to actually try to give up” 

“And if I win?”

“I’ll shut up about it being a bad habit. I’ll never mention it again” 

“Never?”

“Not ever I promise”

“Deal” I smirked I did my best our game much slower but far more merciless I didn’t let him get over me quiet so easily he actually had to put a bit of fight against me slowly but surely until I noticed what he’d done “God damn it” I sighed

“So?” he smirked 

“It's not over till it's over” I snapped still doing my best to fight for a good few more moves using the cigarette to calm my nerves until I had no other option and I resigned which only made him smirk more, he pulled the cigarette from my lips and threw it to the floor stamping out the cigarette I sighed before he turned his attention back to me he leant over the table giving my lips a soft kiss which made me jump a little and my cheeks turn bright red “Uhhhhhh”

“So?” He smirked holding his hand out I rolled my eyes but handed over my cigarettes “Lighter” he warns so I sighed and handed my lighter over too “Thank you, I know it’ll take time but you’re giving up”

“Fine” I sighed “But How exactly do you plan on making sure I do give up?”

“Well I have your word, given our deal.” he says “and I’ll set up a system of rewards and punishments for you” he winked

“Ohhh”

“So, come on finish your drink and we’ll head back to the apartment” he smirked 

“Am I allowed a smoke after?”

“After?” he glared

“After…” I smirked 

“Maybe, We’ll see.”

“Alright” I finished up my drink

“Good girl” He says taking my hand and giving it a gentle kiss 

[humiliatedrook]

Originally made by unyataylorjoy.

the queen’s finest

Ficlet I wrote ages but had no use for!

Fandom: The Queen’s Gambit

Relationships: Alice Harmon & Beth Harmon

Details: G, 708.

Characters: Beth Harmon

Tags: Canon Compliant, Ficlet, Time Skips, Not Beta Read, Character Study, Inspired by Music

💚 Reblogs, likes, comments, kudos, and concrit always appreciated, thank you! 💚

Tick.

Before Beth ever considers the notion of seeing a doctor about her childhood, she keeps it all in her head.

She thinks about how her mama had escaped from Cornell, from Paul, from her previous life. Alice had preferred her wonderland of grim paranoia and green pills over gilded prosperity.

Beth herself is running downhill so fast. Watch your step, Mama would say. Brace for impact.

Tick.

Jolene asks her about the last words her mama said. Beth pretends she doesn’t remember.

Jump-roping at Methuen feels safe, like the ground isn’t going to swallow her up or her mama’s trailer park isn’t going to fall apart. It’s a rhythmic way to run.

Tick.

Beth can’t stare at her haircut for too long, avoiding her reflection. If there’s a mirror, that just means it’s in her way.

At Methuen, no matter how much they preach, it feels irresponsible to dream of a better life.

At night, Beth glares at the shadows like they can see her. Move along, there’s nothing here for you to see.

Tick.

Beth discovers chess, which resonates with her more than math ever did.

With every rung she ascends on every leaderboard, on every ranking FIDE whips up, and on every list of “most formidable players” by Chess Review, Beth thinks she can run farther, skip the landmines, just play.

Beth never accepts any invitations from tournaments in Denver, Colorado as well as Ithaca, New York. Alma never asks the reasons for the second location. She doesn't object, either, since it’s not a feasible place to travel.

Tick.

After Paris, Beth is running in a circle: as far from her mother’s influence as she can but probably straight into her arms. Beth recognizes now what Alice always told her, how fucking beautiful loneliness can be.

Sometimes, Beth wonders how she would’ve said goodbye to her mama and even her papa if she’d had the chance. Their faces get blurrier with each passing winter. The days get shorter; the sunlight is great for sleeping off hangovers.

Tick.

Pawns in isolation are the weakest pieces on the board, but she’s a queen. She can fly anywhere she wants. She can run from death, from everything her mother always told her to fear, if she wants. It's the land of the free.

All roads converge at a vanishing point beyond her sight. If she runs a little farther, maybe she can make it. But Beth is getting tired, so tired. This must've been how Alice felt to live on the other side of the horizon line.

She can’t turn back around, not with her mama’s memories chasing her like harpies, and the alcohol calling her like a siren song, and everything resembling love she’s ever had crushed in her carelessness bleeding out like Iphigenia on the ship and Isaac on the mountain.

(To revise an earlier statement: weakest are the pawns in isolation, with delusions of grandeur.)

Tick.

From mistake after mistake, she runs and hides in equal measure. She loses track of the days until the Kentucky State Championship, her title since ‘63.

She returns from Henry Clay with her crown in pieces, her makeup smudged, her fury at Harry flying in tendrils behind her like smoke, her head aching like fire and brimstone.

Crash.

When she’s driving with Jolene around Kentucky, Beth realizes she doesn’t remember where Alice is buried. They stop by her trailer instead.

It’s not turning back, but moving on. Her mama is gone, passing the burden of living onto her.

If you ask her, Beth will tell you she loves Alice, always has, always will, but loves her like a childhood book that she's now outgrown.

Tick, tock.

Beth isn't sure she can stop running. But as she steps off the airport tarmac to the entourage of people who hug her so tightly she can't breathe, because trophy be damned, they're here for her, she thinks: no more hiding, no more promises she can't keep to elders who aren't here.

Beth muses, aren't we all just runaways? Jolene and Benny and Harry and Townes and Matt and Mike and Arthur and Hilton are her friends. They'll run with her.

Beth has always felt alone with her thoughts. Today, she is not.

[softestborgov]

Stars Near and Afar ~ Vasily Borgov x OC

Their every step is made slowly, in no hurry. Ksenia and Vasily each have an arm wrapped around the other’s back, clinging onto each other in the cold as though they would freeze if they let go. Each are cloaked in a fluffy coat, topped with matching ushankas on their heads not quite blocking out cold air stinging their faces. 

They both take notice of the sky above, countless tiny sparkles standing out against the gradient between deep blue and black. Wisps of the sky are tinted, mesmerising as waves or magic currents. Each of the white stars fade, then return to view, twinkling about in place. 

“It’s lovely out here, isn’t it?” Vasily remarks, in a hushed whisper. The same one Ksenia loves hearing - then again, when does she ever not love hearing his voice, especially when they are alone? 

“It is,” hums Ksenia. “The night sky is fascinating...” 

She trails off, her voice fading back into silence, but Vasily doesn’t mind. Perhaps her mind is wandering again. It needs to be free to wander every now and then. 

Not that it makes her company any less of a blessing for him, they don’t have to say a word as long as the other is close by. The two embrace as they saunter about, blanketed under the sky giving way to another world. 

Time stretches on. They don’t know how long has passed, nor do they care to find out. Underneath their coats, and warmth spread about from the other, the constraint of time or discomfort slips away. 

But another shadow lurks behind. Unpleasant thoughts of stress and pressure still have yet to depart from Vasily. They’ve drifted off enough to fade into a blur, though a very real blur nonetheless. Absentmindedly, he heaves out a sigh. 

“What’s wrong, my sunshine?” Ksenia is quick to respond. 

“I don’t know.” It’s a statement Vasily is usually reluctant to admit, regardless of the situation, but around Ksenia he can let down his walls built to hide his doubts. “Maybe all it is, is that chess - and upholding my position in the world of chess - hardly ever seems to leave my mind.” 

It’s Ksenia’s turn to sigh. “I understand... would you like to talk about it?” 

“No,” answers Vasily. He doesn’t mean it to push her away; rather, all that will help right now is an escape. 

“I understand that too,” Ksenia says, kind and gentle as ever. “It’s not quite something you can think about all the time.” 

Vasily feels his face flush as he listens to her honeyed voice, softly spoken, reflecting her amicable soul. Her words are correct as well, now being a time he would rather push the worries around chess aside. 

She returns silent again, to the dismay of part of him, but only briefly. 

“Do you see the stars? And the dozen shades of blue in the sky?” Ksenia rambles with quiet enthusiasm. “Look, Vasya, look!” 

As though in a snap, Vasily fixes his gaze on the stars. Before each one can fade from view it returns brighter. Countless delightful specks sprinkle the sky, their luminous white clear against a dark abyss. 

He finds himself smiling. The wisps of clouds - not quite opaque, grey against midnight blue - catch his eye again. 

“Dearest, do you see the clouds? As slow as they are, they’re moving,” he murmurs. 

“They are! They do move!” replies Ksenia, her voice still hushed yet raspy and excited. "I wonder where they’re headed? Are they from elsewhere? Do they travel to send messages, or to return spirits home?” 

Vasily hasn’t thought about it that way. It’s fascinating, all of Ksenia’s whimsical ideas are. Much of his usual thinking is bureaucratic, merely drawn from fact - but the imagination of his beloved captivates him, it draws up a new, refreshing dimension within his mind. 

It’s not long until he adds on to her concept. “Maybe the clouds do both. Maybe little spirits travel on them, carrying their messages to our world along the way, before returning home.” 

“And the spirits’ home is among the stars!” Ksenia chirps. 

The pair share a laugh. It’s not the kind of laughter upon being told a joke; it’s a rarer kind, for the midst of a carefree, joyful moment. 

Ksenia then speaks up again, in a sweet whisper reserved only for Vasily. “You know... you’re still my sunshine even after the sun has gone down.” 

He swears his heart could overflow with the intangible, fuzzy warmth that is love, his love for her. She adores him too, and all they share means everything. In this moment, blanketed under radiant stars beside his beloved, Vasily finds nothing can trouble him.

[jellycolors]

𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 / 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥

[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..

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[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.” 

[imadetheline]

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STAR WARS

Original Trilogy

the regret of a meaningless forever (6/6), Gen, rated teen for graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Luke is trapped in an ancient Jedi temple with the last person he’d ever want to be: Darth Vader.

it’s gonna be okay (2/2), Gen, rated teen for graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Luke is injured and alone and his rescuer only brings more complications.

light within reach (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Luke finally sees behind his father's mask

unwilling love (1/1), Gen, rated teen for graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Luke has to decide whether to save his newly discovered father after the man is injured saving him.

Child give me your hand (so that I may walk in the light of your faith in me) (1/1), Gen, rated teen for graphic depictions of violence

Summary: The Force takes rather drastic measures to show Luke the good still left in his father.

you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Darth Vader has to protect his son from the power of the Dark Side and it requires some trust on both sides.

fire building up inside (4/4), Gen, rated teen for graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Luke crashes, and the planet's atmosphere is not exactly conducive to his survival.

don't care what it costs, no ray of sunlight's ever lost (1/1), M/M, general audiences

Summary: Post the battle of Endor Luke and Han take a moment to rest and be with each other. (skysolo)

when I was torn by love I could not still (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Darth Vader visits Tattooine to learn about his son and instead learns some things about himself.

love is this desire to help even when I know I can’t (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Luke finds himself stuck in the middle of a storm, cold and alone, when Darth Vader finds him.

the sun cannot fall from the sky (6/?), Gen, teen

Summary: A genetic disease rears its head and both Luke and Vader must deal with the consequences.

running through the darkness with his own becoming light (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Luke leaves pieces of himself in every evacuated base and Vader is left trying to piece together the clues of his son's life without him.

you don’t know what you have until it’s (nearly) gone (1/1), Gen, teen

Summary: Vader has to rescue his son, but this one hits a little too close to home for both of them.

silver lining (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Luke and Leia have suffered so much. They take a moment to let themselves feel the grief they usually keep locked up and take comfort in each other's presence

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Series: learning, little by little

surprises and secrecy (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #1 in series

Summary: Admiral Piett really didn't expect to discover anyone related to Darth Vader, much less a son.

a lesson in misunderstandings and warmth (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #2 in series

Summary: Luke struggles with the thought that his father might not want him and Vader clears up some misunderstandings

a lesson in... (3/3), Gen, general audiences, #3 in series

Summary: A stormtrooper witnesses Luke and Vader's father-son relationship and is very confused and tired.

words are insufficient (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #4 in series (but happens simultaneously with #2)

Summary: Vader is touch starved and Luke is a ball of sunshine that loves his father.

words weigh heavy on the heart (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #5 in series (#2 in febuwhump prompt series: Breathe In, Breathe out, listed below)

Summary: febuwhump prompt alt 4 - identity reveal

the weight of words (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #6 in series

Summary: Admiral Piett has to deal with three Skywalkers and their insane amount of family issues.

it’s killing me to see you this way (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #7 in series (#10 in series: Breathe In, Breathe Out - listed below)

Summary: day ten - “i’m sorry. i didn’t know.”

are the pieces of you in the pieces of me? (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #8 in series

Summary: Luke tries to convince Leia that training with the Force is a good thing but she has some reservations.

for you, there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #9 in series

Summary: Luke and Leia take some time to spar and discuss their next move.

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Series: Breathe In, Breathe Out (febuwhump 2021 collection)

troubled spirits on my chest (1/1), Gen, teen, #1 in series

Summary: day one - mind control

words weigh heavy on the heart (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #2 in series (#5 in series learning, little by little - listed above)

Summary: alt four - identity reveal

wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around (1/1), Gen, teen, #3 in series

Summary: day three - imprisonment

i couldn’t breathe if i tried (1/1), Gen, teen, #4 in series

Summary: day four - impaling

far away from all the trouble i had caused with my two hands (1/1), Gen, teen, #5 in series

Summary: day five - “take me instead”

in the night i'm wild eyed, and you got me now (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #6 in series

Summary: day six - insomnia

i should not care but i don’t know how (1/1), Gen, M/M, general audiences, #7 in series

Summary: day seven - poisoning

and as the world comes to an end i'll be here to hold your hand (1/1), Gen, M/M, general audiences, #8 in series

Summary: day eight - “hey, hey, this is no time to sleep.”

it’s a cruel war (1/1), Gen, F/M, general audiences, #9 in series

Summary: alt six - “don’t try to pin this on me”

it’s killing me to see you this way (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #10 in series (#7 in series learning, little by little - listed above)

Summary: day ten - “i’m sorry. i didn’t know.”

your mind is playing tricks on you (1/1), Gen, F/M, general audiences, #11 in series

Summary: day eleven - hallucinations

soon it will be over, and buried with our past (1/1), Gen, teen, #12 in series

Summary: day twelve - “who are you?”

the earth is shaking and i see a light (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #13 in series

Summary: day thirteen - hiding an injury

the way you held me so tight, all through the night (1/1), Gen, F/M, general audiences, #14 in series

Summary: day fourteen - “i didn’t mean it.”

we set the fire and we let it burn; through the dreamers, we hear the hum (1/1), Gen, teen, #15 in series

Summary: day fifteen - “run. don’t look back.” Alternatively: The Empire has been defeated but that doesn't mean it's been wiped out completely. Commander Luke Skywalker of the New Republic and a team of former Alliance soldiers infiltrate one of the remaining Imperial bases but find more than they bargained for.

we are far from home but we are so happy (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #16 in series

Summary: day sixteen - broken bones

and as the world comes to an end, i'll be here to hold your hand, cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #17 in series

Summary: alt two - “i can’t lose you too.”

chasing in the dark (1/1), Gen, teen, #18 in series

Summary: day eighteen - “i can’t see”

let go, lay to rest (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #19 in series

Summary: day nineteen - sleep deprivation

you love, love, love when you know i can’t love you (1/1), Gen, teen, #20 in series

Summary: day twenty - betrayal

swallowed by a vicious, vengeful sea (1/1), Gen, teen, #21 in series

Summary: day twenty-one - torture

i am sorry for the trouble, i suppose; my blood runs red but my body feels so cold (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #22 in series

Summary: day twenty-two - burns

can you chase the fire away (1/1), Gen, teen, #23 in series

Summary: day twenty-three - “don’t look”

and you’re staring back at me like i wasn’t there (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #24 in series

Summary: day twenty-four - memory loss

hold on to what we are, hold on to your heart (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #25 in series

Summary: day twenty-five - car accident (ship accident)

stripped to the bone, i wait (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #26 in series

Summary: day twenty-six - recovery

wherever there is you I will be there too (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #27 in series

Summary: alt 1 - truth serum

the light is blinding my eyes (1/1), Gen, general audiences, #28 in series

Summary day twenty-eight - “you have to let me go”

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Prequel Trilogy

take me back to the night we met (1/1), F/M, rated teen for major character death

Summary: Padme just wants to help Anakin with the weight he carries on his shoulders.

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The Clone Wars

fading to black (2/2), Gen, minor F/M, rated teen for graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Anakin is more powerful than any known Jedi, but he’s not invincible. Or: General Skywalker has a savior complex.

hold onto me cause I’m a little unsteady (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Anakin pushes his body a little too far and pays the consequences.

sometimes it's too late... sometimes things can't be fixed (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Ahsoka and Rex are the only things each other have after Order 66 destroys their lives.

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The Mandalorian

old feelings and shared memories (1/1), gen, major character death for vader in rotj, **SPOILERS FOR MANDALORIAN CHAPTER 16**

Summary: Luke recalls a painful memory when he encounters Din and Grogu and their bond.

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Random

Star Wars Drabbles (2/?), Gen, F/M, general audiences

Summary: Short stories and/or poems about my favorite star wars characters

<<<>>>

TEEN WOLF

love is so short and oblivion so long (1/1), M/M, teen, major character death

Summary: He gets postcards—bright pictures of mountains or deserts, cheesy slogans, and bad jokes—and he flips them over to find the small cursive DH on the back. No message, no updates. Just the initials.

Series: the light of all lights

i have crossed oceans of time to find you (6/6), M/M, teen, temporary major character death, #1 in series

Summary: Stiles is a vampire escaping from hunters and he just so happens to run right onto a certain Alpha Hale's territory while starving.

i am longing to be with you (1/?), M/M, teen, #2 in series

Summary: a collection of one-shots in my vampire!stiles au

the devil within (7/?), M/M, F/F, F/M, teen, INCOMPLETE/SEMI-ABANDONED

Summary: Stiles grows up with Void whispering in the back of his mind, always fighting to keep it at bay. He thought when his best friend, Scott McCall, got bitten and turned into a werewolf when they were sixteen he'd finally found an explanation in the existence of the supernatural, but Void's presence remains a painful mystery. And he's hidden it well enough from everyone he knows over the years that he thinks maybe he can just deal with it for the rest of his life, no matter how unappealing that may seem.

But now he's a twenty-year-old Beacon Hills University student and it's getting worse, bodies with strange markings are showing up around Beacon Hills, and Derek Hale is back in town after a two-year absence.

Somehow, Void's presence seems to be caught up in all of it.

And if Stiles doesn't find a way to contain the monster living in his head it could mean his death—and those of everyone he cares about.

<<<>>>

MARVEL

sometimes family reunions aren't all bad (3/?), Gen, M/M, general audiences

Summary: Loki spots a familiar face in a bar and has a reunion he never expected to get.

if I had to, I would follow you (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Thanos's ship doesn't appear after the events of Ragnarok and Thor and Loki continue their conversation.

who I am is where I stand (where I stand is where I fall) (1/1), Gen, general audiences, major canonical character death

Summary: Thor watches Loki approach Thanos, a dagger coalescing in his hand, and finally understands his brother's biggest lie.

being me can only mean feeling scared to breathe (if you leave me, then i'll be afraid of everything) (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Loki has a night terror while onboard the Statesman and his older brother is there for him.

I gave my soul to it (and it cannot be reclaimed) (1/1), Gen, teen and up, major character death

Summary: Thor finally understands what it means to know Loki.

don't want to hear about the bad blood anymore (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Thor has forgiven Loki but Loki cannot forgive himself.

i've got you brother (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: The hug between Thor and Loki on the Statesman at the end of Thor: Ragnarok that we didn't get to see.

some silhouette (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: Thor and Loki have endured, and Asgard has survived. But perhaps somewhere along the way, they fell through the cracks.

some of us are looking at the stars (1/1), Gen, general audiences

Summary: It's not often Thor catches his brother sneaking around the palace at night.

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THE QUEEN'S GAMBIT

Series: through that mist i see the shape of you and i know that i'm in love with you

the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms (1/1), F/M, teen, #1 in series

Summary: Beth doesn't think she's ever missed someone as much as she misses Benny Watts.

how do you fall in love—harder than a bullet could hit you? (1/1), F/M, general audiences, #2 in series

Summary: Beth is cold, and Benny won't give up his coat. Some important things are said.

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THE MAZE RUNNER

never forget you till the day I die (1/1), M/M, teen

Summary: Maybe they were made for tragedy.

out of breath (1/1), M/M, teen

Summary: Maybe they could have been something. But not now.

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THE OLD GUARD

love in all its forms (1/1), Gen, M/M, F/F, general audiences

Summary: Nile comes out to her family

if we love, we must learn how to forgive (1/1), Gen, M/M, general audiences

Summary: Joe needs time to forgive Booker. Nicky knows this and makes sure he has that time.

I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be (1/1), Gen, M/M, general audiences

Summary: Nile has a nightmare. Her family is there for her. And for one another.

jump and i’m jumping, since there is no me without you (6/6), Gen, M/M, rated teen for graphic depictions of violence

Summary: 5 times Joe takes a long time to wake up + 1 time he doesn't

Us Against the Universe (1/1), M/M, general audiences

Summary: The lab took more of a toll on everyone involved, but especially Nicky, than anyone expected. Joe is there through all of it.

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HANNIBAL

broken glass (2/?), M/M, rated mature for graphic depictions of violence and major character death

Summary: Just a collection of Hannibal one-shots, drabbles, or half-formed ideas I've had. Usually angsty, maybe some fluff in future. Updates whenever I have an idea

All you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. Don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep ‘em on a leash. (1/1), M/M, teen

Summary: Hannibal understands Will where their differences meet.

Babe, there’s something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you (1/1), M/M, general audiences

Summary: Will has a bad day at work and needs Hannibal to help make it better.

If I was born as a blackthorn tree I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies (1/1), M/M, general audiences

Summary: Will is stressed and Hannibal knows exactly how to calm him down.

I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you. (1/1), M/M, general audiences

Summary: Will is something other. The world doesn’t understand him and so it doesn’t apply to him. Hannibal likes to think he is better at understanding him. He's not sure if he's right.

Can't be unlearned, I've known the warmth of your doorways. Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you (1/1), M/M, rated teen for major character death

Summary: Will deals with Hannibal's death after their fall.

remember me love when I'm reborn, as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn (5/?), M/M, rated teen for graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Will figures out Hannibal is the Chesapeake Ripper sometime in season 1 and has a hard time processing the information.

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THE WITCHER

we're strong enough for this and i need you, it's okay that you need me too (1/1), M/M, rated teen for graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Geralt is injured and Jaskier finds himself panicking while he attempts to patch him up (tw panic attack)

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AGENTS OF SHIELD

Shades of Grey (18/?), F/M, rated teen for graphic depictions of violence *on hiatus*

Summary: Skye finds herself on the long road to forgiveness of one Grant Ward

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About my OCs

[infinity-sansa]

Spoiler alert: they're ALL queer grunkles. Even the new one with the ridiculous name.

[the-fiction-witch]

Love in Separation P2

Media The queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Sweet

I pushed myself up begrudgingly grabbing my kimono from the door as I headed out into the cold apartment I as usual headed for the counter but -

"Uhhh where's my coffee?" I complained my eyes were still fuzzy, desperately searching for my coffee cup and then it clicked "shit… no y/n. No coffee" I sighed "...fuck" I did my best to make myself a coffee this early in the morning and I could tell it was me the moment it touched my lips "ohhh that …that is not good" I sighed.

I did my best to just get in with things even if the quiet was starting to get to me a little I'd started putting records on or the radio just in hope to break up the silence a little but the worst was at night. I laid in bed, my body cold, and the covers didn't feel the same without her warm body in them too, I almost had too many covers I kept kicking them away from me I didn't like how much space I had in the bed, I just ended up laying there listening to the traffic of Brooklyn above me, the water shifting in the pipes and the clock ticking on the bedside table i turned over hoping it would help me sleep, for a while I stared at the bedside table the small square base lamp with a velvet black shade, the small rectangular clock with triangular hands, the small tower of books a few of my chess books, a few of her romances books and on the top the proof copy of her book, the small black square coaster still with a small ring where her morning coffee would often sit, and the small Polaroid picture of the two of us on our last trip to Moscow wrapped up warm, cuddled together, kissing in the snow. But that only made me feel worse so I turned away trying to sleep but I still couldn't so I grabbed the pillow she usually sleeps on pulled it down and closed into my chest so I could hug the pillow tight imagining her body between my arms.

I sighed giving up on my game and heading to the fridge I don't think I'm really hungry just bored without having y/n here to talk to but the fridge was pretty bare and given I leave for the tournament tomorrow no point going for groceries, all I had was some meat for dinner, some cheese, a couple of eggs and one of y/n's strawberry and cream yoghurts.

Hu… I didn't think a little pink yoghurt could make me feel so sad. I don't know I just felt so sad looking at it I miss her so much.

I did my best not to think about her but every little thing seemed to remind me of her, driving up to the tournament was heartbreaking having to sit in my car on my own the empty seat beside me, I often found I kept resting my hand on the empty seat as I automatically wanted to rest my hand on her thigh, I'd turned the music down three or four times it just felt so loud in the quiet car where it usually had us talking and laughing over it, I kept finding myself staring at the various seven eleven store signs and fast food places we would always stop for a giant slushie to share when we travelled I felt weird not having one but at the same time I couldn't get one without her, it wouldn't be the same and she always picks the best flavours anyway, and as much as I wanted to stop for fries and chicken nuggets but I don't know I just feel like I can't. I even caught myself when I spotted cows or horses on the road doing the little jokes without her

"Cows" I laughed trying to be first as I spotted them "Oh.. right. Little bird isn't here, I uhh I guess I win" 

I just drove through doing my best to just drive through, When I got to the hotel I got sorted and unpacked my stuff finding how even though I didn't need to I kept everything to one side, one side of the wardrobe, one side of the chest of draws, one side of the sink counter which honestly only made me feel more lonely, I barely slept at all the hotel bed just felt so lumpy and uncomfortable even if I tried hugging the other pillow to try and help me sleep. I don't know what y/n does to hotel beds but she always makes them so cosy. I barely got any sleep when my alarm went off I forced myself up and headed for a shower but quickly ended up fighting with the labelless twist tap. fuck it I'm clean enough! I got out, got dry and dressed for the day I sighed as I looked at myself "I miss my little bird, it's not the same without her" So I got my stuff and headed down to the main lobby of the hotel where everyone had gathered getting drinks for the tournament I grabbed myself as coke and staid on the edges of discussion once the tournament started I just got on with things focusing on the games at hand. 

I was deep into my game long since already found my path to victory without much of a concern absentmindedly I looked up from the board looking across the crowd in the hotel, but I stopped short as I saw the sweetest sight. 

Across the hotel there she stood in her little black kitten heels, a sweet knee-length white dress with a little black belt, her hair sweetly flowing her jacket and handbag over her arm. For a moment I had to double-take assuming I had merely imagined her I felt my eyes welling up so I immediately got up from the table and rushed as fast as I could across the hotel taking her in my arms and giving her a passionate kiss inhaling her scent squeezing her tightly "I've missed you so so much little bird"

"Awww Benny" she giggled "Your game-"

"I don't care, I haven't seen you in two weeks!" I told her

"What are you doing here?"

"I didn't have much to do so I thought I'd come home early"

 "I've missed you so much I don't ever want us to be apart again not for this long"

"Aww I missed you too Benny" she smiled giving me a soft kiss "You do realize all of your chess friends just witnessed you go all lovey"

"...fuck" I sighed "Ohh I don't care I've missed you so much. I love you so much little bird"

"I love you too Benny, now come on let's go finish your game before they never let you live this down" she smiled taking my hand

[humiliatedrook]

today, i will wear my white button down

Part 2 of the but could we be what we're meant to be? (Child Prodigy AU) series

Beth is eight years old.  Benny is nine.

Authors: @faearies​ and @humiliatedrook​

Fandom: The Queen’s Gambit

Relationships: Beth Harmon/Benny Watts, Beth Harmon & Benny Watts

Details: G, 4.2K

Characters: Beth Harmon, Benny Watts

Tags: Child Prodigy, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Cute Kids, Alternate Universe - Children, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Fluff, Rivals, correspondence chess, Las Vegas Wedding            

💚 Reblogs, likes, comments, kudos, and concrit always appreciated, thank you! 💚

Read on AO3.

Photo reference: Ranae Keane-Bamsey Photography

[softestborgov]

Per my last post: I am rebranding this blog as a general blog about my Queen’s Gambit fic universe. It has now become a crossover with Soviet hockey, so, there’s RPF too (mostly in the afterstory). And a lot of WLW/MLM solidarity. 

My ship of Vasily and Ksenia has not changed. I love them so much and I’ve really missed them. On that note, I’ve confirmed that their kid who Beth sees with them at the Mexico City zoo is a girl. Her name is Alina and she later goes on to do incredible things in hockey. 

I’ve seen some fics in which Vasily’s canon wife - who I have given the name Olga Sobakina - is a lesbian, and I adore the idea so much I’m adding it to my ‘verse too. Olga is simply Vasily’s translator who becomes better friends with him and Ksenia over the years. I may still be uncomfortable with Beth/Vasily shipped romantically, but poking into fics still gives me inspiration. 

If I use the spelling Lutchenko (rather than Luchenko in the book), do not be alarmed. This is on purpose. I know for sure this spelling is an existing Russian surname - note Soviet hockey defenseman Vladimir Lutchenko who, by the way, is the most involved hockey player (existing irl, but changes in the fic) in my TQG ‘verse. Only in this ‘verse and related AUs, Vladimir is the nephew of the Lutchenko in TQG canon, for whom I headcanon the name Vsevolod Dmitryevich. They look enough alike. 

Note that the IRL hockey players are portrayed, for the most part, differently than they probably were in real life, and I ship some of them together. I talk about the same fic ‘verse over on this blog (at least, at the rare times I get the chance to). 

Beth and Jolene get together, as they should. It’s a lovely and criminally underrated story of childhood friends to lovers. My ‘verse follows the book detail of Beth finding Jolene when she hits rock bottom. Jolene scolds Beth for Not Being More Responsible, but still has so much confidence in her, then gives her the money for Moscow. I will also squeeze in a phone conversation between them while Beth is in Moscow. Much yearning. 

Remember the WLW/MLM solidarity point? I’m so excited to expand on Beth’s friendship with Vladimir because there is So Much Solidarity, And Chaos. Beth is gonna tease Vladimir about his crushes on two of his teammates, and keep asking him when he’s going to bring his two boyfriends home. Uncle Vsevolod is Absolutely Here For This. He was one of the first people fic!Vladimir came out to, and has supported him ever since. 

Tagging @hockeychaos, my bestie and such a wonderful cinematic-universe-coauthor. Mandy, I will never not give you another shoutout <3 

Also tagging @elizabethharmons for whenever you come back online <3

Asks and things are still very open.

[mystical-mood]

beth has a panic attack

TW: Panic attacks, drug usage, car crash, injury, smoking, alcohol, ptsd (i think this would be ptsd, i'm not sure though, so tell me if I'm wrong so I can correct it!)

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When Beth woke up, the first thing she noticed was that it was far too hot in their room, it was too hot to breathe comfortably, it was too hot for the comforter. Too hot, too hot, too hot.

It had been a long time coming. All day she'd been jumpy, at everything and nothing at all. Benny noticed and asked, as he was bound to do sooner or later, but it was dismissed with some excuse or other. She couldn't remember now.

She breathed in short, gasping breaths that tore through her body.

It sounded like that day in the car- her mother in the mirror red-eyed and sorry, and the same breathing again on impact as the full weight of the car slammed into her shell of a body, ending it all, leaving Beth.

"Fuck," she rasped into the room. The fan wasn't on, why wasn't the fan on, Benny always turned the fan on before they went to bed, it was all wrong. "Fuck me."

It felt like that day in the orphanage. The hard, smooth-bodied green pills slipping through her throat, then the feeling as they plummeted down, down, down into her stomach. They'd called her name when she fell. The glass laid in wicked, jagged shards.

Somebody said her name now. It was dark.

It looked like that day at Alma's house. The alcohol hung heavy on her breath and the smoke curled into the air like skeleton fingers. The chess pieces, knocked from the board. The little circular top of the queen snapped off. There'd been a resounding crack and a knife of pain when she struck the table, and then everything was dark just as it was now.

Something gripped her hand. She felt herself flinch away. Everything sounded watery all of a sudden, as if from a great distance and fuzzy.

"No," she gasped, "no, no, no." Drawing her knees up to her chest, clutching at her wrist for the pretty little watch Alma had gifted her. Cracked glass, pounding head, competition tomorrow at the high school.

Something freezing was laid over her neck, a sharp contrast to the buzzing heat around her. It skewered her thoughts, brought her back. Or partially back, as it were.

"...okay? I'm right here. We're in the apartment, the damned messy apartment that I need to clean. What's it been, years since I got the place and it's still in the same state. My ass wasn't here half the time anyways. I was off staying with friends, winning tournaments. Until you, of course. Beth?"

She raised her head just a little from the enclosed cage of her arms. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust, before finally making out Benny sitting across from her, looking up to meet her gaze. Her breaths still came quickly, though not so much as before.

"I'm here, okay? What do you need?"

"I- " she gulped down more air. "Keep talking, please."

And he did. He talked of chess and money and tournaments and more chess. She couldn't process half of the words that came out of his mouth through the frenzied haze that had come to rest in her head, but the noise was nice. His words kept up a low, steady rhythm. It reminded her that she wasn't alone, not anymore.

It was long that they sat there together in the dark. How long was irrelevant, but it was long enough. Their silhouettes shifted in the dim lighting from outside- a steady force and a shaking one. Eventually she calmed down enough to reach out for Benny's hand (which he accepted, of course,) and not much longer after that her breathing was back to normal.

"-65, with the footnotes. You should start reading footnotes. I still don't understand how you beat fucking Vasily Borgov without reading any footnotes. Or doing puzzles. I mean-"

"Benny."

He looked at her.

"I think I'm okay now."

"You think or you know?"

"I know."

"Okay."

It was quiet for a while. Then Beth's voice emerged again.

"Will you play a game of chess with me?"

"Always."

[sarjear]

when the game is over pt 19

In the afternoon, they pull into the driveway of a classic suburban home, lights hung around the garage, and a wreath on the door. It reminds Beth of the houses around home.

Beth and Benny exit the car with their bags, and a woman’s voice starts from the porch, “Benny, I raised you better than to let a young lady get her own door and bag!”

Beth looks up and sees an older woman dressed in an old style red dress. Her hair may be half gray strands, but the blond that still remains is unmistakable as Benny’s, this must be his mother.

Benny begrudgingly takes Beth's bag and leads them up to the porch.

“Beth,” Benny pops a shoulder in the direction of the woman, “this is my mother.”

Beth smiles and reaches out a hand to her, but instead, Mrs. Watts wraps an arm around Beth in a half hug, kissing her cheek, “it’s good to meet you Mrs. Watts.”

“Call me Ruth dear,” Mrs. Watts insists, keeping a hand on Beth’s forearm to guide her into the house.

Benny has already set down their bags, and is kneeling down to be wrestled by two children calling him Uncle Benny. Another older woman quickly takes both of Beth’s hands in hers, “Merry Christmas, dear, I’m Helen.”

Helen’s hair is all gray, and curling out of her updo. And before Beth can seem to speak, a tall man in his thirties introduces himself with a handshake, “I’m Ted.”

“Pleased to meet you both,” Beth says looking between Helen who is no longer looking at her, but the scene on the living room floor, and Ted.

“And this is my wife, Jenny” Ted adds, gesturing to a very pregnant woman on the couch.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so hard to get up and down at this point in the pregnancy,” Jenny apologizes, gesturing to her gigantic belly.

“Oh don’t worry about it,” Beth says, sitting down next to her on the couch. She is about to introduce herself, when someone, Helen, she thinks shouts, “Benjamin what is it you think you’re doing!”

At some point in the introductions, Benny had seemingly untangled himself from the kids and grabbed their bags and was now heading down a hallway, Beth assumed lead to the bedrooms.

“What?” Benny asks frozen in a doorway.

Ruth looks stony, “you will be putting Beth’s bag in your sister’s old room, not yours.”

“Mom,” Benny begins, before he is interrupted.

“I do not care what young people in the city do these days, Beth will be spending the night in Jenny’s room.” Benny rolls his eyes, but sets his bag down, and moves Beth’s to the room across the hall.

“I apologize for the Elvis posters, it’s been a long time since anyone stayed there,” Jenny whispers to Beth. Beth smiles at her.

“Welcome to our home Beth, we are so glad Benny brought you up to meet us,” Ruth smiles through most of the sentence, but she does send one pointed look at Benny as he walks back into the room.

“We like to hit the service before dinner if you two would like to change.” Beth nods. “Jenny can show you the steamer for your dress.”

Jenny takes the lead down the hallway, waddling somewhat, Benny behind Beth. She sneaks a glance at him as they turn into opposite rooms; their eyes meet for a moment; Beth smiles.

Jenny points Beth in the way of a steamer, as she unpacks her clothing to hang in the closet. It feels strange getting dressed alone in the room with this woman.

“I never read about you in any of the articles on Benny,” Beth states in a hope to get the conversation going.

“Oh, well, I’m ordinary.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no, I’m glad. I was certainly jealous as a kid, but then we grew up, and I got married to the love of my life, and then we’ve been blessed with children. And each time I think my heart can’t possibly grow any bigger, but when the nurse hands me that little bundle, I can’t help but love them so much.”

Beth is shocked, her words are so similar to Margret’s, but the meaning is so infinitely better.

Jenny continues, “And Benny, well he got to be the best at chess, he got to live in the city, he always wanted to do that growing up, but you know he just kept doing the same stuff, he played chess and lived in that godawful apartment, and that’s it. Never had anyone to come home to since he moved out, never found anyone who meant something more than chess. And I know that he loves the game, but when I think about how much I love Ted, Linda, David, and this one,” she places her hands over her stomach, “and how much they add to my life, I just can’t help but think about how much he’s missing.”

[emmasfanfictionlibrary]

double trouble

By lightyaers on AO3

“Beth and Benny agree to a shared cover shoot and interview for Chess Review.

Little do they know that word of those five weeks in Benny's basement has been leaked.”

Okay so I’m just obsessed with the Beth and Benny relationship. They’re soulmates, fight me.