overthemoonknight

[overthemoonknight]

can I request joel taking care of reader who is seriously injured? I’m thinking maybe something gets infected and she gets really sick, so he is catering to her every need? I love the hurt/comfort dynamic because I feel like his love language is acts of service!!

hiii it’s a teeny bit different but i hope u still like it!!! | 0.7k angst to fluff, tw for an injury and blood!

“You’re gonna be fine.”

The voice is so clearly Joel’s, that you could never miss, but you can’t tell if it’s real. Your vision is hazy, ears ringing, you’re not sure where you are anymore.

It all happened so fast. Your shift with Joel, the raiders coming out from nowhere, fighting them off, the searing pain of a knife in your side. Everything after that is blank, slipping in and out of consciousness.

“You hear me? You’re gonna be okay,” it’s him again, and you can feel his arms around you, carrying you back to Jackson, probably.

“Joel,” you muster out his name before closing your eyes again.

“‘M right here.”

He’s trying his best to be composed, to be strong for you, but the blood soaking your shirt has his hands shaking and his mind reeling with a memory that never seems to stop haunting him. But he won’t lose you, he can’t.

By the time Jackson comes into view, you’ve been quiet, but Joel’s hand that holds your head up can feel the pulse in your neck. You’re gonna live because you have to, because he can’t lose you, especially not like this. Not when he hasn’t said the things he wants to tell you.

Tommy’s the one who sees Joel carrying you first, and then there’s yelling and people clearing a path, and then Joel’s laying you down on a bed at the doctor’s.

It feels like hours in the waiting room before someone steps out and Joel stands right away.

“It’s gonna be alright,” the doctor says, nodding to the hall behind him, “go ahead.”

Joel doesn’t waste a second, nodding and rushing back into the room. He finds you, laying down, breathing, alive. He pulls up the guest chair and sits down next to your bed, reaching out and grabbing your hand.

When you wake up, you feel something cool being pressed to your forehead. Your senses come back slowly, hearing Joel’s voice mumbling something you can’t make out, then feeling his hand clasped around yours. To make sure you aren’t dreaming it up, you squeeze his hand.

“Come on, wake up,” you hear him say, his thumb running back and forth over your skin. Joel’s never been a man of many words, but he tells you enough with the few he uses.

You blink your eyes open slowly, fluttering and wincing at the brightness until you can see the ceiling of the doctor’s place. You lull your head to the side and see him, hair a mess, eyebrows furrowed (like usual), a frown on his face.

“Joel?” You croak out.

His eyes flick over to yours, and he lifts a damp washcloth from your forehead with the hand that isn’t holding onto yours.

“You’re awake.”

“Everything hurts,” you say, trying to sit up.

“Stop. Let me help you, okay?” He doesn’t let you answer, lifting you gently with an arm around your shoulders to put an extra pillow behind your back. His hand is still in yours. “Can I do something?”

“Water would be nice.”

Joel doesn’t waste a second, twisting around to grab a glass of water on the table next to your bed and then lifting it to your mouth. He tilts it for you, too.

“I could’ve done that,” you say as he puts the glass back down.

“I don’t want you hurting yourself. You lost a lot of blood, and you’ve got stitches.”

It’s then you remember what really happened to you. The raiders, the pain, the flashes of Joel helping you home.

“You saved my life.”

“Did you really think I’d leave you, sweetheart?”

Joel calls you ‘sweetheart’ on rare occasions, when he can’t seem to stop it from slipping, and every time, it makes your heart do a stupid jump.

“No, Joel. I didn’t.”

As quiet as he is, as closed-off and often grumpy, you know that he cares about people, about you.

“I was really fuckin’ scared,” he says, pushing damp baby hairs from your forehead, “I thought I didn’t really get scared anymore.”

“You’re not as cold as you think, Joel.” You blink slowly, squeeze his hand again just to be sure you aren’t hallucinating, “you’re not cold at all.”

“Not with you.”

Joel wants to say so much more, and he will, someday, but he can tell you’re exhausted, your blinks growing longer, heavier. It’s like you’re fighting to stay awake, to keep talking to him.

“You can sleep, sweetheart,” he says, his hand shifting to rest on the side of your head. “You need the rest.”

“Will you stay?”

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

He’ll stay as long as you’ll have him.

[overthemoonknight]

Hii can I request 1610 Miles x f-reader who both go to different schools and she doesn't know he's Spiderman. So on the night of her graduation, Miles didn't show leading to an argument and spilled hurtful words. But Miles confesses who he is and comforts her best he can :(

(Got dumped on grad lol🫠)

pairing: 1610! miles x reader

summary: it's your grad night and the person who said they wouldn't miss it for the world, misses it.

content: angst and fluff

a/n: i am sososooo sorry you got dumped on the day of ur grad. that's such a mean move and they def don't deserve you :((( i hope you're doing better and just know you got this <3 congrats on ur grad tho! u worked so hard to get where you are remember! ( i did not proof read this since i wrote it at two am ;()

it sucked going to different schools as your boyfriend. knowing that you guys won’t be able to see each other as often and missing even doing the most mundane things, such as just walking to class, you made it your priority to build your relationship on communication. it was all going well and you guys would try to fit into each other's schedule the best you could… up until recently. miles has been showing up late to all dates recently, or just completely canceling at the last minute. sometimes, miles makes it up to you, but it still hurts. you don’t want to make a huge deal out of it, especially since you are both graduating soon and going to college. being the optimist, you try to think of the future with miles, maybe schedules clearing up before college and maybe even choosing college classes that’ll allow time slots to see each other in between. 

although right now, you aren’t focusing on the future. it’s graduation day. it’s supposed to be perfect. celebrating a milestone, a moment where you are congratulated for everything you’ve worked for over the past years. all your family and friends are there, beaming with pride. all except one person – miles. 

you had been waiting for this day forever. planning what you were gonna wear to walk across the stage weeks before. giving out tickets to who could come and save seats to watch you. it’s all you and miles talked about recently. him being excited for yours and his graduation. he double pinky promised that he’d be there when you asked him to check a hundred percent that he’d be there. miles responded verbatim, “i wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

and you believed him. 

so when it was time for the ceremony to begin and miles wasn’t answering the texts you sent over an hour ago, you started getting anxious. 

sitting among your classmates, waiting to line up, and eventually walking across the stage, you eventually collect your diploma with a smile and a handshake. 

mingling with your friends and taking tons of pictures, you kept your composure well, but your heart wasn’t in it. the person who promised you was absent, casting a shadow over everything. you were so confused as to why he wasn’t there. 

cap and gown hung up and diploma up on display. you were home. 

dinner went well and your friends were there to distract you. although when your parents asked where miles was, the bubble that you were in popped, not knowing how to respond and just shrugging your shoulders. your parents understood and didn’t bring it up. 

so you’re in your pajamas and getting ready to climb into bed, when you hear tapping on your window. walking over you see miles in a big jacket and eyes downcast. you wanted to just leave him outside but you wanted to hear what he had to say, so you slid open the window to let him in. 

“i’m so so sorry, my love,” he started, but you quickly cut him off. 

“sorry? that’s all you have to say?” you snapped, voice trembling. “you promised miles! you promised you’d be there and wouldn’t miss it for the world! do you know how embarrassing it was to keep looking around for you? even my parents asked for you!”

he looks at you with a pained expression. “i know, and i can’t tell you how sorry i am… but something important came up. you need to understand.”

“i need to understand something more important than my graduation? huh?” you shot back. “what could possibly be so important that you couldn’t even send a text?”

a pause or two went by. his silence was deafening. tears of frustration and sadness well up in your eyes. “you always do this miles. you just disappear without a trace and i’m left here wondering what’s going on. do you even care about me? about us? or whatever is left of this one sided relationship?”

the words were harsh as they left your mouth. any other day, you would’ve regretted your words but you were so hurt today that you didn’t care. 

miles was left stuttering and choking a response up. “i… i do care,”

“i care more than you know, but things are so hard right now and you know i hate keeping things from you.”

confusion was written all over your face. “miles, what are you talking about?”

“this is going to change everything, but know that none of this was to hurt you.” he said as he slowly took the big jacket he had off, revealing his suit beneath. 

seeing the spider emblem in the middle made your eyes widen in shock. 

“i’m spider-man,” he softly said. “that’s why i wasn’t there tonight or the other times i cancelled… just know that i wanted to be there for you so bad, but i have a responsibility to the city too.” 

hearing those words made the world tilt as you tried to process his words. spiderman. miles is spiderman. your miles is spiderman. and slowly all the pieces start to fit together. the disappearances, the excuses, the exhaustion in his eyes.

“miles… you’re spiderman?” you repeated back, still trying to wrap your head around it. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“i wanted to,” he said, stepping closer. “but i was so scared. scared of putting you in danger, scared of what you’d think of me. but i’m so sorry, my love. i never wanted to hurt you.”

tears fell out of your eyes, anger subsiding with understanding but still hurt. “i just wish you told me sooner. i thought you didn’t care.” 

more tears started falling and he took the final step to pull you into a tight embrace. you both clinged onto each other, feeling the weight of everything at once. “i care about you more than anything,” he whispered. “and i promise, from now on, no more secrets. i want to figure this out together.”

as you both held each other, a sense of relief washed over you two. it wouldn’t be easy overcoming everything and he still broke his promise, but at least you knew the truth now. you could now face everything together.

he took a step, leading you both to the bed and wrapping yourselves under the covers. miles threw an arm around you and you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest. his heartbeat was steady, a soothing rhythm assuring you that he was there. 

“you know,” you tilted your head up, “you still have to make it up to me. i don’t just graduate everyday.” 

he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “i know. i’ll try my hardest for you.” your eyes caught each other before he ran a thumb against your cheek. “i’m so sorry, but know that i am so proud of you.” he said, voice filled with sincerity. 

you shifted closer to his face, giving him the softest kiss. his fingers gently traced patterns on your back, lulling you into a state of peace. the weight of the night’s emotions melted away, bringing tiredness to the couple. 

“thank you for telling me, miles.” you murmured, eyes growing heavy. 

“no, thank you for understanding.” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

as sleep began to claim you, you felt a sense of contentment. despite the events and surprises, you were happy that you had miles by your side. with him, you could face anything. 

as he held you close, you drifted off, feeling safe and loved.

(PLEASE LMK IF THERE'S ANY MISTAKES)

[overthemoonknight]

Hiii idk if your requests are full or not, but if you're free can you write Miles Morales, where he was in love with the reader since they were kids, and now they're in their teens, but he doesn't know if she feels the same?

Doesn't matter which one, thanks! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Spider Senses

summary: miles wishes his spider senses showed him whether you liked him or not

a/n: i hope u like this :)) (p.s. my requests are very empty pls fill)

content warning: female reader, but it doesnt really affect the plot, hair described to smell like vanilla and cocoa butter, no texture described though, reader shown to wear makeup

a six year old was playing in the sandbox at a local playground, building a sandcastle. she giggled as she placed a small stick on the top of her sandcastle before some kids running as they played a game ran towards her. she managed to not get trampled by them, but her structure was ruin. tears started running down her cheeks.

"hey, are you ok?" a small child stood before her, his wide brown eyes staring down in concern. he had coily dark hair, and was holding a wrapped popsicle in his hand.

"my sandcastle..." she sputtered out, wiping her tears. it took her a while and she was disappointed that it was destroyed after all her hard work.

"don't cry! my mommy says that crying is bad, it gives you wrinkles," he spoke, looking around for a solution. "here! take my popsicle, and stop being sad, ok? you can't be all wrinkly!" handing her the package in her sandy little hands, her tears almost immediately stopped.

"yay! you're my friend now, come meet my mommy!" standing up on tiny legs, shaking so some sand falls off her already dirty dress, she took his hand and started walking to her mom, who was already staring at the scene with a smile, along with the boys mom, who was exchanging phone numbers with her for future playdates.

"mommy, this is my new friend!" letting go of his hand, she presented him to her mom, smiling brightly as the boy looked up at her with a nervous smile.

"aw, thats nice baby, do you know his name?" the mother asked, looking down at him with a kind smile.

the girl paused. did he ever tell her his name? "duh mommy, his name is..." she looked at the boy, whispering into his ear, "whats your name?" He whispered back to her, the two mothers laughing at the sight. "his name is miles, mommy! he gave me a popsicle!"

the mother glanced at miles. "well nice to meet you honey. i'm this little chipmunk's mom." she ticked the little girl gently as the child squirmed, giggling.

"mom, I'm not a chipmunk!" she pouted, looking up at the amused woman. "i'm a big girl now," she muttered, not wanting to be embarrassed in front of her new friend.

"i'm sorry honey, you're a big girl," her mom said, laughing softly. miles grabbed the girl's hand before pointing at the playground, where there was an empty pair of swings.

"look! the swings are free, lets go swing!" the duo ran through the woodchips towards the swings before they were taken, and luckily they made it before anyone else did.

as they started swinging, the girl opened the slightly melted popsicle, and gasped as she saw it was one of those double ones. with the most precision a six year old can muster, she split the popsicle and handed one side to him with a grin. "now we can share!"

the two mothers looked at the kids with a smile. they could tell this friendship was gonna be a good one.

---

flopping onto miles' bed, you take out your phone and show him a picture. "can we please go here miles? look how cute the food is!" on your phone screen, you were showing him picture after picture of a little cafe that opened not too far from his place.

"i dunno, the food looks cute for sure," he mutters, and you perk up. "but money..." you deflate immediately.

"c'mon, please? you know I get paid from ganke next week for helping him with homework, i'll pay you back!" staring at him with puppy dog eyes always broke down his (very small) defenses he held up against you. this little, ok well, not that little crush he held on you was making him basically silly puddy in your hands.

"you ain't gotta do that, i'll pay sunflower," he mumbles, sitting up. Seeing the smile that immediately lights up your face makes it worth the fact that those new markers and jordans he was saving up for would probably have to wait another month (or maybe two, since your birthday was coming up soon).

glancing at his floor as he looked for his shoes, he saw a drawing he had made of you about a week ago. he wasn't biased, but he thought it was one of his best works. you, surrounded in sunflowers and a smile shining from your face, he knew he was done for.

he was a broke boy in love.

---

you sat in front of miles, grabbing what looked like a torture device with a grin as you held his face still with one hand. "miles, hold still!"

"no, this is gonna kill me!"

you pouted, shifting closer to him. "its just my eyelash curler, now hold still!" you held it closer to his face as winced, trying to stay as still as possible. "there, almost done, last is the lips!"

as you scrambled to go get your lip gloss and lip liner, he wondered why he hadn't confessed yet. it was almost the 10 year anniversary of that playground meeting, and he swore he would tell you a year ago, but then again, he also said that the year before that one.

he looked down at the breakfast on his wrist, the black and red a perfect setting for the silver spider charm that sat perfectly in the middle. although you have (hopefully) not learned about secret alter ego, you said it fit his "vibe."

he just took your word for it with a nervous smile.

you came back with new supplies to decorate his face with, and as he saw the smile on your face, he swore he would tell you soon.

....maybe.

---

you hugged him tightly as you stood at the front door of his house, about to walk home. your hair smelled like vanilla and cocoa butter, and he wanted to bury his face into you (but in a non-creepy way, or course).

it was close to the last day of high school, and you and him were going separate ways, he wanted to go to one uni, and it wasn't the one for you. he was gonna miss your late night talks on the roof, splitting meat patties every friday, the way you dragged your fingers through his hair gently as you rambled about anything and everything.

he still hadn't told you he was spider-man, but now definitely wasn't the time. looking down at the well-worn bracelet on his wrist, he didn't know if he would even get around to it. maybe when he came to visit you?

kicking rocks on the sidewalk distracted him on his walk back home distracted him from his thoughts until-

bang!

he heard a clash of screams and destruction as he spun around to see a cloud of dust in the direction he just left from. whats going on?

thankful for the amount of alleyways in this side of town, he slipped off his normal clothes to reveal his suit and swung over buildings to assess before diving straight in, from his experience, not doing that normally led to a longer talk with the police.

ugh, some stupid new villain of the week. easy stuff. swing in, save citizens, then knock them out. as he webbed people out of the way, he spotted the one person he didn't want to be in the chaos.

"sunflower?" he gasped, and immediately as your face snapped to him, he knew he messed up. he'd play that off later, but for now, he had to act. quickly scooping you up in his arms, he dropped you on a roof of a building, quickly deepening his voice. "c-citizen, stay up here, ill... come back and get you, just-"

you grabbed his wrist with a stern look on your face. "you better not leave me up here, miles." he nodded quickly before running to go fight off the latest villain, who was apparently mad because the "love of her life" left her for university. 'join the club...' he thought before he dived down.

---

as he handed the lady to the police, he thought back to you on the roof, and your words.

'you better not leave me up here, miles.'

you had called him miles.... dammit, you knew. he groaned softly, before swinging back to the roof he left you on, seeing you play games on your phone. "took you long enough, bug-boy." you mumbled, slipping the device into your pocket.

"dont play me, sunflower. you know. you knew. how long?" he spoke, fiddling with his thumbs.

"um, lemme think... the day before i brought you that bracelet. i was waiting for you to tell me, but..." you look away from him with a small frown, biting the inside of your lip. he knew you only did that when u were thinking hard.

" 'm sorry, i was gonna but... i didn't."

"well... were you also gonna tell me that you like me?"

miles started choking on his spit, pulling up his mask to reveal his whole face. "w-what? y-you- what?"

"i saw the drawing on your floor. you made me look so... pretty." you stared at your shoes with that same smile as miles had captured in his drawing, suddenly finding your tangled laces interesting.

"you are pretty," he mumbled, staring at you, he could almost see the sunflowers blooming around you. "wish i said something before uni."

"yeah... but its not too late to do this, right?"

before he could ask what, your arms were wrapping around his shoulders as you met him in a sweet kiss, and damn it felt like everything he imagined and so much more.

"so... you like me?" miles looked at you with a boyish smile as you rolled your eyes.

"you're lucky i do," you said before you kissed him again, his arms finally moving to wrap around you. you were right though.

he was the luckiest boy he knew.

over 2 weeks on this i might jump 💀

[overthemoonknight]

Please can you write about being catcalled when you’re with Joel? Like what do you think he would do?

wc: 0.7k cw: threats/slight violence, suggestive comments

Life in Jackson is quiet.

It’s reminiscent of a time that not many remember. Fit with a heavy artillery of patrolmen and a clinic and a working bar, Jackson made it easy to pretend that danger was no longer a concern.

Some of the men in the community weren’t so well-adjusted to easy living, and learned to find the familiarity of violence wherever they possibly could.

Walking back from Tommy’s house one evening, you’re reminded of how pervasive the threat of humanity can be.

Joel leads you home after dinner with his family. Ellie had stayed behind at Maria and Tommy’s with promises of hot chocolate and a new book that Tommy had procured on patrol the week before. You’re wrapped around Joel’s arm, giggling at whatever nonsense story he was murmuring into the quiet air when a sharp whistle kills the hazy warmth of the night.

Standing alone in the pale-yellow light of a streetlamp, one of the men from a group of newcomers stares darkly at you and Joel as the two of you pass by. His eyes had been stalking you from the time you turned the corner, like he was waiting for the perfect time to make his move.

“Lookin’ good, baby. I’d love to get a piece of that ass.”

Joel stops dead in his tracks like he’d been scorned by the man’s words. It was obvious the stranger was looking to pick a fight, and Joel was not the type to let a remark like that go.

“The fuck did he just say-”

“Ignore ‘em, Joel. He’s just trying to rile you up.”

Your grip on Joel’s sleeve tightens to give the man a chance to reconsider. Maybe he didn’t mean to offend you and he’d apologize. Maybe he’d realize who Joel was and he’d run away. Maybe –

“Let me know when the old man croaks, sweetheart. I’ll show you how a real man takes care of a pretty thing like you.”

Joel whips around abruptly with rage in his eyes and tears his arm out of your grasp before you even realize what’s happening.

He pounces on the man and grabs him by the collar, pushing him backwards until he smacks into the wall of the building behind him.

“Shut the fuck up,” Joel snarls.

He slams his hand against the faded brick, barely missing the side of the man’s face with his palm. Too stunned by the scene playing out in front of you, you’re frozen where you stand in the middle of the street.

Realizing that he had made a mistake, the man puts his hands up in surrender, opening his mouth to speak when Joel cuts him off.

“If I hear another word out of your mouth, I’ll knock your head clean off your shoulders. You got that?”

He nods frantically, clearly aware that he’s not in the position to argue.

“Don’t ever talk about my girl like that again – or any woman here, for that matter. This ain’t the kinda place where people let that slide.”

Barely an inch separates the two men as Joel barks abuse at the creep until he’s red in the face. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him this upset.

“You so much as look at her again and you’re dead. D’you hear me?”

The man shakes his head in acknowledgement, too stunned to respond.

Joel yanks him forward and away from the wall, almost throwing him to the ground from the rough force he uses. He holds the man at arm’s length, speaking loudly enough for you to hear him where you stand a couple paces away. “Good. Now tell her you’re sorry.”

The man meets your gaze over Joel’s jacket clad shoulder, stammering through his dazed apology. “M’sorry, ma’am. Won’t happen again.”

Joel releases him with a rough shove and backs away nodding. “You’re damn right.”

He walks backwards until he’s beside you again, your hand slinking under his outer layer to rest securely over his chest.

“My hero,” you tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek as the two of you continue your journey back home.

Watching over his shoulder as the the stranger staggers into the night, Joel mutters under his breath,

“I’d rather deal with the damn clickers.”

[overthemoonknight]

Waltzing

Beth Harmon x ballerina!reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: nothing 

Author’s Note: I hope you like this love! I’m very excited to write for Beth, I love her sm omg. 

Requested: by anon, hi maya!! i loved your writing for benny and was wondering if i could request a fluffy fic for beth harmon x ballerina!reader? i feel like beth is SUPER underrated and i love her 💗

Summary: the request 

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

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[overthemoonknight]

Ready

Beth Harmon x reader

Requested by @love-and-virtues “hi, could i request a beth harmon x reader where the reader is an incredible female chess player and her and beth meet through chess somehow? then fluff 😌 thank you my love x” & by anon “More Beth x reader?? ❤️”

A/N- I hope you guys like it :)

Warning- only slight angst, fluff!!

———-

“And you’re here.” The older man told you as he pointed to your assigned table.

You sit down, but don’t do it lightly.

Every step you’ve taken, every match you’ve played, every older, close-minded person you’ve proven wrong has led you to this significant moment. To finally play at this final match against someone who’s as great, or even better than you. Someone that by the word going around, even if she was young like you, seemed to be naturally talented.

“Hi, I’m Beth Harmon.”

You look up to the owner of the soft voice and extend your hand like she was, shaking it slightly and introducing yourself to the pretty girl.

“Ready?” You continue to ask as you both take your seats, with a small smile on your lips as she keeps her gaze on you.

——

*a couple years later*

“Yes, I’m ready.”

You share a short nod before you both start the final game, between the short minutes, or even seconds that this was actually Beth Harmon. The same one you competed against years ago, the same one that you had been nervous to compete against—just like you are now.

No matter how many years have passed, or how much both of your reputations have built, she was always the one who made you nervous and question your skill (even if you’ve proven you’re good). And as time passed in your match and it seemed that it was going to go on forever, your doubt for your win and skill deepened. It felt like it did those years ago again when you were playing against her.

You could feel your stomach churn and your head ache, you could feel as if you could hear the time tick in your ears. The match went from you seem to have the lead, to her and back to you and so on for several minutes. It was intense and people gathered around the both of you to watch until it was finally over and one came out as the winner, her.

Everyone claps and some begin to walk away from the table you’re sitting by, whilst Beth Harmon stands from her chair first and offers you her hand with a few common and kind words after your defeat. “It was a good match.”

You rip your gaze from the board and break your stupor to look up to her before you push yourself to your feet and take her hand. “Yeah, it was, nice job.” You mutter before pulling away, beginning to turn to walk off and go over the game in your head. Albeit you're stopped by her very unexpectedly. “Wait, would you want to grab something to eat from the cafe downstairs? I want to go over the match with you,”

You blink and then slowly look over your shoulder to make her softened gaze.

At first, your ego tells you to decline her offer and just go wallow in your defeat alone, but something else within you advises you to go with her. That feeling overcomes everything else and causes you to accept her offer, something that you see surprises her.

“I don’t know if you remember, but we competed a couple years ago,” Beth spoke, breaking the silence that had begun to form the moment you walked from the small table.

You nod, “yeah I remember, we were a lot younger though. Now that I’m seeing you again it doesn’t even feel like I’m looking at the same girl,” you express, feeling an amused smile tug on your lips. “It feels like we’re meeting all over again.”

Whatever nervous feelings you had been harbouring inside before, were slowly beginning to dwindle. Before it seemed so hard to talk to her, but now that you were talking, even if it was only so little so far, it all felt so easy.

Beth expresses a soft huff of air and agrees with you. “Yeah, it does and it seems that you’ve grown better.”

You scoff, “thank you, but it seems you won. So, I guess not so much.”

“It was a close game, just like the last time, the match where you won.” She reveals with a slight smirk.

You both come to a stop to order your food, leaving you with words stuck in your mouth. Forced to have to wait until you were done ordering to continue with what had intended to say. “Well it was an easy win, it was hard because you were very and still are a very good and hard competitor.”

You see Beth hide her smile by turning to watch her food get put down in front of her, proceeding to mutter her thanks before you did when your food was in front of you. Causing you to once again continue, however getting cut off before you could. “I remember I was mad though because you beat me. I truly felt what those old men do when they’re beaten by a girl.”

You giggle and nod. “Seeing their faces when they lose is the best thing. It makes me happy.” You follow by taking a sip of your drink, mustering your courage to say what you’ve been intending since the first time you met her. “That day we met though, I thought you were pretty, now I do think you are very beautiful. So you don’t have only skill to offer.”

At your words, you see her blush and a small and shy smile grow wider on her lips. “Thank you, I actually thought you were very pretty too. Still do. And you already know how I feel about your skill.”

You grow flustered but manage a soft, “thank you. Again.”

“You know,” she says with a more smugness detected in her tone. “I wanted to talk to you before, but I never got the chance.”

You grin. “Well we're talking now.”

“Yeah,” she breaths, “but before, when we first met.”

“Oh.” You take another sip of your drink before saying what you needed to say, feeling your grin slowly fall and turn only to a faint smile. “Well I hope we continue to talk. Not only now.”

“Yeah,” Beth grins, making you even more flustered. “We will.”

You smirk, “okay good. Are you ready to go over the match?”

“Ready.”

[overthemoonknight]

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

———-

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.

[overthemoonknight]

My muse

Beth Harmon x reader

Requested by anon “so, could i request for beth harmon where reader is an artist and likes to paint while being drunk or just very happy. reader likes to paint beth when she plays chess alone or in tournaments. and one day beth accidentally enters readers art studio and she sees a big portrait of her playing chess. and reader is upset because it was supposed to be a surprise? sorry if it's too much!”

Warning-fluff, angst

———-

Usually when you’re drunk, or incredibly happy you have a boast of inspiration to paint what truly captivates your eye, and the beauty around you. And it happened a lot, drunk nights or drunk evenings since Beth enjoyed drinking; happy moments too.

So your sense of inspiration to paint was never a rare occasion.

And usually a muse was never far off. In fact you only had one muse, someone who truly captivated your eye and made your heart flutter.

Beth Harmon.

Of course she didn’t know that she was such an inspiration to you, she didn’t know you painted her when she was doing the simplest things such as playing chess alone, reading, or even when she was playing in a competition. And it wasn’t to be creepy or anything because they were small paintings that you didn’t bother to show her, you were going to tell her, but not about the small ones, just the big painting you were working on. The surprise you wanted to give her.

“One more?” Beth quiered as she waved the wine bottle in the air.

“No,” you shake your head as you clean up the empty bottles already around her. “I’m done for tonight, plus don’t we have an early flight tomorrow?” You ask as you look at her. “Which means you should stop drinking before you wake up with a bad hangover.”

Beth scoffs, smirking softly while she opens the bottle and serves herself a full glass of wine. “Just one more.” She falls back on the couch and watches you walk about the room with a faint smile. “So I wanted to ask, you’re always in your studio and yet I haven’t seen any of your art.”

You shrug and look at her over your shoulder. “Soon.”

“When soon? How about today?”

“No,” you shake your head whilst you walk back to her side on the couch, “how about after we get back?”

Beth sets her wine cup down and lays on your lap, she sighs, “fine, when we come back.” She rests her eyes but only does so for a few seconds before she suddenly sits up and gets on her feet, snagging the wine cup off the table and taking a big chug of her wine before throwing a comment over her shoulder. “I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

Without thinking too much of where she was going, you grab the wine bottle and serve yourself a glass of wine even if you had been against it before. You got to finish it and Beth still hadn’t returned. She was drinking, yet she wasn’t drunk so she couldn’t have fallen into the toilet. But maybe she did go to bed.

Carefully you get up and go check on her, only getting so far before you stop just outside your studio's open doors, feeling like your heart had skipped a beat as you saw Beth in the middle of the room.

“Beth,” you mutter, “what are you doing?”

“You painted all these?” She muses as she spins around to face you.

You stay outside the studio and feel a frown spread on your lips. “You weren’t supposed to go in yet, Beth.”

“No, I know, but—”

“But, it was meant to be a surprise,” you interject in a serious tone, “I told you that you couldn’t go in yet.” You turn around and storm back to the living room, picking up the bottle and her wine glass to finish cleaning the room.

“I’m sorry, I really am, I entered on accident and I’m sorry, okay?” Beth throws at you as she follows after you around the room, “please listen.”

You ignore her and just continue with your work, feeling your mind get clouded with anger at what she had stumbled on. And you understood that it was an accident but it still irked you that she ruined the surprise you have been painting for months, you were going to reveal it on a special day and now it was ruined.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, it was an accident….” you hear Beth stop both her words and her steps, exhaling out a deep breath and continuing in a more genuine tone. “It’s very beautiful, all of it, I love it all and I can act like I’m surprised when you finish it, but please don’t be mad, or discouraged.”

You let out a deep sigh and stop in the middle of the living room, turning around slowly to face her and clear your mind to finally address the situation. “I was going to reveal it for your birthday. After some dinner date just the two of us. Just as the sun was going to set and your favorite song was playing, after my speech of how inspirational you are and how much you mean to me...but now that’s not going to have the same effect,”

“I’m sorry,” she cuts in.

You walk towards her and nod slowly, “yeah I know and….it’s okay, it’s not your fault, but now I can’t give you the paining like I wanted to.”

“Will it make it better if I said I love it and love that you paint me. It’s all beautiful.” She says louder and with a small smile on her face. “Thank you.”

You express a soft huff and can’t help the smile that spreads, “it’s all you. You’re my muse.” You cup her cheek and smile wider. “All I’m going to ask you is to pretend and be surprised when it’s finished, okay?”

Beth grins brightly and nods, “I will. Can you ask something?”

“Sure.” You sigh out.

“Can you paint me now?

You chuckle softly and nod. “Of course.”

[overthemoonknight]

hi can you please do more beth harmon x reader or headcanons

bethy headcanons make me soft uwu.

okie so imagine beth trying to teach you chess:

if you’re like me your brain doesn’t work that way

“you can’t move that there” “well, beth, i want to” “well, y/n, you can’t.”

intentionally calling the pieces the wrong names just to mess with beth

“I like this little horse guy” “he’s not a horse, he’s a knight. and you can’t put him there.” 

or calling the queen “beth” just to see her blush 

setting up the board and beth is teaching you where the pieces go, and she says “can you hand me the white queen? next to your knee?”

and you hand it to her “here’s beth for you” 

and her pale cheeks grow so red and her eyes avoid yours

strip chess?? each time she takes one of your pieces, you have to take off a piece of clothing 

and beth will leave very obvious moves for you to take her pieces but like brain’s bronken and you keep missing them 

((i don’t know anything ab chess and i’m writing using terms i heard in the show lol))

and she thinks you’re being cheeky and missing them on purpose and keeps doing this little giggle thing and you skskjsdfkjs fall apart

sharing clothes with beth?? makes traveling for competitions easier bc there’s less luggage

meeting up with benny or harry or the twins for lunch and them being like “didn’t beth wear that sweater yesterday?” or “i thought those were y/n’s shoes??” 

“bethy, where’s the plaid miniskirt?” “i’m wearing it today” “oh, darn, i wanted to wear it today”

imagine intentionally not wearing a jacket so that beth gives you hers and its warm and smells like her 

ooh concept time: in vegas, you and beth and benny go to a cinema during an off time and beth gives you her sweater

and warm and sweet smell and beth mmmmmm

and her arm is around you watching the movie and you fall asleep

and benny clowns you endlessly but beth defends you

“she’s been helping me practice, it takes a lot to help me” 

and she kisses your cheek and kjdhdfjhd

never have i been more sapphic than right at this moment

[overthemoonknight]

SILVER GIRL

pairing: beth harmon x reader

word count: 1014

notes and warnings: requested by anonymous,, inspired by the song “silver girl” by fleetwood mac. sorry this took so long, i’ve been piled in assignments!!

summary: you finally get beth to take a break

She’d been ignoring you for hours. 

Not intentionally, of course – you knew she would never ignore you intentionally. But she had been studying the chessboard since lunch, and it was almost time for dinner. You were convinced that if you didn’t remind her every so often, she would never eat, let alone sleep, for she would chain herself to her desk. 

Usually, you did not have much of an issue with this, yet she had just gotten home from the tournament in Russia and she’d hardly taken a moment to rest. 

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[overthemoonknight]

Reader was also an orphan and has a crush on beth but she knows she'll never have a chance with her

"Cheers." Beth raises her glass in the air, a grin settled on her lips as she looks at you across the table. "To our wonderful reunion."

You give out a chuckle, gently bumping your glass with hers. "To our wonderful reunion."

You couldn't quite believe you were sitting in this restaurant, drinking champagne and eating luxurious food with the Beth Harmon. The Beth Harmon that was rapidly escalating her way towards the one true master chess player; the Beth Harmon you used to share a dorm with at the orphanage years ago.

The Beth Harmon you used to crush over from your corner of the cafeteria, the same Beth Harmon you might still have some feelings for despite all those years apart.

"Can you believe it?" She speaks up once more after taking a sip of her champagne, her eyes sparkling as she looks at you. "After all those years, we randomly meet in this hotel. Who would have thought?"

You give out a bitter smile, feeling honoured enough that she invited you to dinner. "I didn't think you'd recognize me."

"Oh, nonsense." She puts her glass back on the table, slightly shaking her head at you. "We lived under the same roof. Of course, I'd remember you."

"Well, you've made quite a name for yourself." You make a gesture towards a few journalists dining at other tables, their eyes flickering back to you two from time to time. "I bet you've met far more interesting people since you left the orphanage."

"I've met a few of them." Her grin widens as she sends you a wink. "But don't sell yourself short. I remember you being quite interesting yourself back in the day."

"Oh. I was nothing compared to you. You were a child prodigy, after all." You take a sip of your champagne, feeling the taste of it going down your throat. "I barely scratched my knees climbing trees and such."

"And Mrs. Alma would scream so loud for you to climb back down." Beth chuckles, fond memories coming back to her mind. "Gosh. She was so bossy."

"Have you met us?" You shake your head, your lips stretched into a genuine grin. "I think she had to."

You both share a quiet laugh as you remember your shared childhood memories. Gosh, you've both grown up so much. Beth was as beautiful as ever, if not more, and she wore the prettiest clothes you've ever seen to show it. You couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation at your fingertips, your throat slowly gulping your saliva as you hesitantly part your lips.

"You know the funniest thing?" You press your head against the palm of your hand, looking over at Beth with a soft look in your eyes. "I used to have the biggest crush on you back then."

"What-Really?" She gives you a look of disbelief, her lips stretched into an amused smile. "You're kidding me, aren't you?"

"I'm not." You shake your head once more, the alcohol now warming you up. "I really liked you then."

"Well, if you really liked me..." She crosses her arms over the table, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Have you ever looked at yourself?" You quirk an eyebrow at her, your cheeks hurting from smiling so much. "I knew I barely had a chance back then. Definitely don't have one now, either."

Her eyes seem to light up at your words, her lips stretching onto her cheeks. "Now?"

A rush of warmth spreads onto your cheeks. "Um, I mean..."

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when she gently puts her hand on top of yours, her thumb slowly caressing your skin as she looks into your orbs.

"Well, let me tell you a secret, (Y/N)..." Her voice lowers to a whisper, her lips parting away ever so slightly. "You definitely have a chance now."

[overthemoonknight]

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.

[overthemoonknight]

hi! can i request a beth harmon x fem reader please? just this sort of sweet moment between them where all the stress from the tournaments and everything that’s been happening melts away and everything is okay because they’re together.

i can never find any good fics of her and i love all the stuff you’ve written so i got really excited when i saw her on your list!

thank you so much!! ❤️

Thank you for requesting beth ❤🥺

My girl

Beth Harmon x fem!reader, reader is an author

Set before Russia, just a slice of life type fic

Warnings: some swearing

You drop your keys on the counter, taking your time to slowly toe your shoes off, watching Beth walk into the living room and settle in an armchair.

She'd been a little... distant at dinner, not fully tuned in, in a way you know she'd never be on purpose. The tournament stress is clearly sinking into her.

You turn on the Christmas lights you'd kept up, for months after the holiday season, opting to turn off the ceiling lights and let the fairy light glow filter through the room.

"Beth?"

She turns her head to you as you bend down beside the couch, perching your chin on the sofa arm to look up at her.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask softly.

Beth lets out a breath, shifting and stretching her legs out behind her. "Paris, Borgov, ...losing, and losing like that." She plays idly with your hands as she speaks. "Jolene's money, your money. Benny hating me."

She shakes her head. "I should've just said yes to those Christian funders."

You squeeze her hands. "Beth, it's okay. First of all, Jolene gave you that money out of her own free will. She wants you to go to Russia. And me? I just sold two stories to that publishing agency, remember? The money will come back. And... true friends always come back. So Benny'll be back, just give him time to cool off."

You move up to the armchair, Beth's soft giggle ringing as you huff and squish yourself into the clearly-meant-for-one-person armchair beside her.

"We're going to Russia," you tell her. "And," you drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. "You're gonna rip the board right out from under Borgov's sad little king."

Beth laughs, shaking her head. "I've gotta get through all the other Russians first."

"Fuck 'em. You're gonna take home the whole damn tournament."

She cups your cheek in one hand, tilting your head up to press a kiss to your lips. "Yeah, fuck 'em."

You slide out of her arms, grinning at the pout she gives as you stand up from the armchair. It's your favourite thing, being able to see all the cute little expressions and actions she doesn't show outside.

"I'm coming back," you promise. "I'm making tea."

"You're amazing," she says, smiling at you over the top of the chair.

You smirk. "I know. Music?" The radio crackles to life as you turn it on, recognising an song you know Beth loves, and you grin to yourself as she slowly rises from the armchair.

You sway slightly along with the song beat as you fill the kettle and search for your teabags, watching Beth dance her way towards you, holding up her closed fist as a microphone.

"What- can- make- me- feel this way," she punctuates each word with a dramatic movement.

You grin, knowing what's next.

"My girl..." Beth points her arm straight out at you, singing each harmony. She makes her way into the kitchen, looping an arm over your shoulder and kissing your cheek. "Talkin' 'bout my girl."

"Oh my god, this is boiling water, Beth."

"My girl!"

You shake your head, grinning. She's undeterred. You pour milk in with the tea, and toss in a little spoon of sugar.

Beth reaches out as you pass the cup to her. "Thank you," she says softly, smile crinkling her eyes.

You take a sip from your cup. "Anything for my girl."

You move back into the living room, Beth disappearing off somewhere.

"Y/n!"

You turn and see her holding up your book, which you'd just gotten properly printed.

"Can you read it to me?"

You take the book from her. "Haven't you already read most of it?"

Every chapter you'd write, she'd read. Beth was the first person to see the plot unfolding in your head, storylines stretching out and forming together. You'd sit there, clicking sounds ringing as you typed, and Beth would play chess games against herself as she waited for you to finish the next page.

You pull the paper out of the typewriter, the fresh ink allowed to rest on the table for just a second, before it's snatched up by Beth, eager to read after a new revelation on the previous page.

"Holy shit, Y/n."

"What?"

"That's genius."

You smile. "You think?"

"Yeah..." she trails off, eyes flicking across and down the page as she reads.

"Wait... fuck." She blinks up at you, evidently having finished the page. "What happens after?"

"You know it's gonna take like at least an hour for the next page right?"

Beth huffs. "Can't you just tell me? I know you already planned it out."

"Nope," you say, snorting as she groans into the couch.

Beth flops into the sofa beside you. "I mean, I know the story but I haven't read it all together and finished. Please, Y/n?"

She turns her sweetest expression on you, and you fold immediately.

"Fine, fine, sure," you say, setting down your tea. You settle into the couch, pulling your legs up beside you, then you open the book.

Beth nudges your foot, and you look up. "Thank you," she says. "I love you."

You smile. "Love you too."

I'm writing the requests a little out of order just getting any of the older ones out first. Short fic today but loved writing the fluff :))))

[overthemoonknight]

NEEDD someone to write more about simp!miles and how he finally asks reader out. I love him w the trope friends to lovers i definitely feel like he would try to ask his s/o out and fail to so many times😭😭

Jitters.

Simp!Miles Morales x Gn!Reader

“Oh my god you’re clueless.”

THIS WAS LIKE FIVE MINUTES ADTER MY CALL FOR POST LMFAOOO OKAY BBY I GOT U ‼️

2 + 1 Trope? Got that DOWN baby.

—

The first time Miles had ever met you, it had been the most bland, unimportant, nothing-burger of a day he’d ever been privy to living.

The weight of his classmates gazes settled uncomfortably, but familiarly, onto his back. The whispers they shared with one another having him strain to hear over the beating of his own finicky heart.

A boring, low effort slide show casted on a lazily erased white board was barely keeping him from falling asleep.

And yet his foot wouldn’t stop tapping, the nerves alighting something within him like sparks near a gas leak. The way his heart was beating wasn’t just from the whispers flown around he knows weren’t about him. (He couldn’t help it, what if they are?)

There was something else, like an anticipation boiling his blood vessels. Spidey-sense through the roof and heart rate accelerating.

He stanced his feet, twisting them slowly to shoot out of his seat when ready, as if a crazed, murderous version of him was going to burst the the door at any moments notice.

The handle twisted, his vision honed in, ears sharp-tuned to every movement the muse terry figure made.

And as the door swung open, the breath he was holding left him. Exasperation and amazement at the person in front of him, the harmless, beauty of a person.

“Ah. Mx.[Last Name], Pleasure of you to join us,” His Teacher snarked, adding a hasty ‘finally’ to the end under his breath.

Miles shot the man a dirty look before focusing back onto you, as seemingly everyone had.

You caught people’s attention from the get-go, aura leaking something trusting, something good. Like out of everyone in the world he could talk to, he knows you’d listen in earnest.

You made eye contact with him, your eyes glistening against the light of the projector, he almost sighed.

You looked away again, addressing your Teacher. “Sorry Sir, I didn’t exactly know where to go.” You politely laughed it off, disrespect to authority wasn’t exactly something you wanted on your track record the moment you got to this place.

“It’s—“ He dragged a hand down his face whilst you shuffled in your spot. “It’s fine. Just go sit next to uh.-“

Miles say up a little straighter, a silent competition with the other people in his class crawling for your attention.

“Miles. Morales raise your hand.”

He felt almost smug as he did Small huffs of disappointment coming from his undeserving peers. You smiled at him, waltzing over with a confidence he could only dream, and sat in the chair beside him. He watched you unpack your stuff as the professor drawled on, and when you caught his watchful eye, you waved.

He blushed. The whispers definitely weren’t about him now.

—

One.

You were putting you books in your locker when a small tap was placed upon your shoulder.

Catching your attention, you stuffed the remaining books inside carelessly and turned to face the subject of curiosity.

The boy you had sat next to your first date stood shuffling foot to foot before you. Nervously scratching his neck and kicking his Jordans.

“Hey I- Uhh.” He coughed, scared his voice would crack in front of you, he almost cringed at the thought. “I’m Miles-“

“Morales. I remember you.” You smiled sweetly up at him, you did remember him. It was no lie, he was kind of hard to forget. “Oh, you do?”

“I mean, you were the only one in that class willing to sit next to a stranger. And you were pretty nice about it too.”

“Uhuh, yeah, that’s me.” Only one willing? With a person like you showing up? The entire room was glaring at him.

“Thanks for that, by the way.”

You closed your locker and turned back to him.

“Yeah, no problem. It was no big deal, really.” He rushed out, your presence alone making him nervous.

“Anyways I-,” he cleared his throat again. “I was wondering if you’d y’know..” He looked at you through his thick eyelashes, god he was pretty. “I’d…?”

“Wannahangoutsometime.”

You stumped for a moment, trying to figure out what he’d just said before laughing lightly. He swears he saw heaven the second you’d smiled at him.

“Yeah we can hang out, right now actually!”

Grabbing his arm and walking with him as you chatted. His breathing stuttered, unprepared for your misunderstanding of his intentions, but okay with the outcome. Having your arm linked with his, pulling him wherever you wanted to go like some puppy. Giggling and whispering to him something he couldn’t pay attention to over the sweetened sound of your voice. He was pretty damn okay with it.

—

Two.

It had been around three months since you had met Miles. And although you hated the thought, you only had your mean professor to thank. So, kudos to him.

You were into the boy, no doubt. His charming personality additional to the kind of dorky thing he had going on, you loved it. A month after the initial meeting, he had finally got the courage to ask you to hang out with him. It was probably the most adorable thing you’d ever seen watching him stumble upon his words.

Now you sat with him on the rooftop of his apartment building.

A picnic blanket had been laid for the both of you by Miles himself, and his mother had made snacks.

You had just met his mother, Rio. The sweetest woman you’d probably ever met. And by the way Miles and Rio interacted, you could only think how good of a man he was.

You can always tell the intentions of a man, by his treatment of his mother.

“Your ma is really nice.”

“You think? She’s kinda protective of me.” He turned to look at you through his peripheral, leaving enough space it wasn’t obvious. “I think it’s cute, she cares for you, y’know?” You shifted yourself to face him, the Sundown light glittering against his smooth skin. He looked beautiful here, you thought. He looks beautiful everywhere.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Good, ‘s always good to know you’re loved.”

Miles’ heart stuttered in his chest, sucking in a quick breath and turning himself to face you.

“Mhmm.”

You looked up at him, leaning on your hand, drifting closer to him subconsciously.

He let himself drift as well, your voices quieting without either knowledge.

“Miles?” Your soft words questioned him, doey eyes gazing up at him, heart on your sleeve.

“I wanna—“ His sentence was cut off, a blaring siren sounding in his head, nerves.

“I think I might..—“

He huffed, mad at himself for being unable to speak.

“Do you want- Holy shit.”

You laughed, leaning back, a genuine glee in your eye.

“Do I want holy shit?-“ You giggled, he felt his heart flutter along with his disappointment (once more).

“-Not really, no.” You kept giggling, the serenity of your moment with Miles and his fumbling an apparent treat to you. He buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly. Only furthering your hysteria, “Leave me alone.” He dragged the ‘lone’ dramatically before flopping back against the blankets. Huffing and staring up at you from his spot. The smile on your face was a quick fix for his soured mood, not that it was that sour in the first place. But knowing a moment of undeniable spark like that, had you smiling and giggling after, even if it led to nothing. Had his hopes and his pulse rate rising.

—

Miles was head over heels for you. He was smitten, a total and complete dog for your affection. Sitting at home sulking when you weren’t there to hang out with him. Making you add his steam solely so he can play games with you.

A puppy of a man, god he wasn’t even ashamed.

“Dude, you just need’a ask ‘em out already.” Hobie served no help to his ever growing dilemma with you, but did serve to humiliate his seemingly non-existed romantic experience. “I’m *trying, man. They just keeps misunderstanding.” “Are they taking the hint?” “What hint?” He looked up from his slouched spot in his gaming chair. Spinning the thing in circles idly. “You haven’t given ‘em a hint?” Hobie blanched at Miles, like it was some obvious mistake.

“What. Hint.”

“Oh my god, Miles.”

—

He still didn’t get it, Hobie had explained his way of ‘hinting’ to someone he liked them. Through slight touches and subtle looks, a wink here and there. But not a cringey wink (Miles would argue they’re all cringey.), the ones where you feel like you’re part of a secret. This would be helpful to him, sure. If had hadn’t done everything with you already, except the winking, that is.

He did touch you, he did catch your eye when everyone else around looked away. He kissed your forehead and held your hand. You seemed borderline allergic to walking without you arm linked through his. All of there’s things that Hobie said were couple things, he’d already nailed. So why couldn’t you just.. date each other?

“I don’t know, it’s not like that.”

“But it is,” Hobie pointed to the centre of Mile’s’ forehead and flicked. “You guys are quite literally already dating.” “No, not really?”

“Oh my god you’re clueless.”

Hobie sighed, jumping off the bed and stretching his arms above his head. Miles grumbling a pouted ‘am not..’, Hobie settled him a look, taking a deep breath and continuing.

“Miles, mate, You both go to each other for comfort. You cry to each other, you find solace in one another. You touch and cuddle and sleep in the same bed.” He took another breath, seemingly needing a lot, “The only things you’re missing, are kissing each other for real. And calling each other your partners.”

“And if they end up saying no?”

“Then i’ll smash my guitar.”

Miles paused, considering the severity.

“Okay, okay i’ll do it.”

“Thank fuck.”—

—

+one

Miles had spent the better of an entire afternoon hyping himself up (and subsequently psyching himself out), before he finally had managed to make it your door and knock.

He was beyond nervous, the jitters in his bones crawling under his skin like spiders. Worse than normal, he observed.

A shuffle from inside your apartment had brought him back down to Earth. Everything suddenly becoming very real to him as you opened the door grumpily.

“Oh i’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“Oh, Miles!” Your pout had almost instantly been lifted, a smile grazing your face sleepily, it was so late, he shouldn’t have come.

“I’m so sorry- It’s late. I should—“

“No!”

“No?”

It was your turn to get bashful, twisting the hem of your shirt in your hands nervously. “Stay Miles.”

He softened, posture relaxing at your tone.

“Don’t want you running away again.”

That caught his attention. “Wha-“ “I was wondering when you’d finally show up outta’ the blue.” You glanced down to his lips then back. The amber in his eyes haunting your dreams, in such a welcomed way.

Miles couldn’t take it, with the way you spoke, so soft and fragile. To the things you were saying, confident and headstrong. He couldn’t fucking take it.

His hands shot up to your face, caressing the curves of your cheeks and slope of your jaw. The trails of hair behind your ears his fingers just grazed. He brought himself down to your height once more, standing on your porch step. Like some sappy rom-com.

“Tell me to stop.” He was near breathless. You didn’t, you didn’t say a thing. You simply carded your deft hands over thick curls, and pulled him down to meet you. His eyes fluttered closed and lips met yours. He felt like crying.

Like after the months of pining for you. For trying and trying for your love, for your affection, that everything in his life had only ever led to this one point. And everything farther was his happy ending. The spiders under his skin stopped crawling, settling into the crooks of his bones and finding home. He wasn’t shaking. He was still.

And as you pulled away to breathe, ogling up at him with nothing but love to give he smiled and laughed just like you did.

ITS FUCKING 3 AM I GENUINELY HAVENT SLEPT THIS IS SO CUTE

(he is ⬇️)

[overthemoonknight]

ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

Warnings: Mild spoilers for Across The Spiderverse, one (1) curse word, angst, unrequited love.

word count: 1, 545

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spiderman.

“Right,” You snort, closing the comic book in your hands and placing it back into the pile on Miles’s bed. He glances up from the comic he’s reading, raising a brow at your sceptical expression. 

“What?” He hums in amusement, casually grabbing a candy bar from his pocket and tossing it to you. It almost slips from your fingers, but you manage to catch it just in time with a playful eye roll.

“What’s so bad about Gwen Stacy ending up with Spiderman, anyway?” 

“It’s just,” you hesitate. Would he think it’s stupid? “It’s unrealistic. I mean, it’s nice that Spiderman has a predestined love, but it doesn’t mean that it has to go by the book, y’know? It’s his life. Maybe there’s a really rude and narcissistic Gwen out there in another universe.”

“W-well, what if there isn’t? I’m pretty sure that there are good Gwens out there.” You look at him curiously, wondering what’s got him so defensive. 

“What’s got your undies in a twist?” You chuckle at his earlier words, the tautness in his voice a surprise. Leaning back against the wall next to his bed, you kick your feet up to rest next to his arm, watching him frown and shove you off playfully.

“It’s nothing.” He tries to laugh it off, but the hint of nervousness in his eyes suggests otherwise. You narrow your eyes at him, watching him rub the back of his neck as beads of sweat form on his hand. 

He’s lying. Why?

“Okay,” You choose to say instead, letting him be as you turn away. Your heartstrings tug slightly at the wistful look in his eyes when he stares at the front cover of the comic you were reading earlier, the illustration of Gwen Stacy clear as day.

You know he’s hiding something from you, something big. Ever since last month, he’d been cancelling hangouts and study sessions, and he’s always coming up with new excuses to avoid hanging out with you. During the few times you get to meet him, Miles always has a hint of nostalgia in his words, a glint of longing in his eyes as if he’d rather be with other people.

It hurts. 

And it hurts even more when you planned to confess to him last week on the rooftop, only for him to show up hours late. He called you in a panic, apologies spilling past his lips before you promised you weren’t mad. 

On the other end of the phone, however, you throw away the letter you’d so painstakingly written for him, just for that day. All the words prepared were useless, fading into the corner of your mind when you heard his voice on the phone. 

“It’s fine,” You promised him countless times, hearing nothing but hesitance in his words when he checked to make sure it really was fine. Since then, you decided to squash down your confession, constantly procrastinating the day you tell him how you really feel.

“What about tomorrow’s bio test? You studied?” You ask, turning your head to see him freeze at the mention of the test he most definitely hasn’t studied for. He smiles sheepishly, silently pleading for you to share your notes with him. 

“You and me against the world, right?” He grins, holding out his hand for a fist bump as he sits on his bed from his lazy position. 

“Right,” You chuckle, grabbing the binder and notebook from your bag and handing it to him. You watch him flip through the pages fondly, eyes tracing the outline of his face and your gaze lingering on his lips.

You and him against the world.

It's always been you two for as long as you can remember. From the day you met in kindergarten to now, even as he stands in front of you in his Spiderman suit. 

You let out a disbelieving laugh, sitting down on your bed. Shocked doesn't even begin to describe how you're feeling right now. You come home from school and decide to drop by Miles’s apartment, waiting in his room with your feet propped onto his desk, only to see motherfucking Spiderman crawl into the room and pull off his mask to reveal your childhood friend (and the boy you’re in love with).

Miles had been keeping such a huge secret from you this whole time. You're ready to punch him - to scold him even, for not telling you earlier. He’s your best friend, but apparently, he doesn't feel the same way if he’s been hiding this from you. Aren’t you trustworthy enough? 

Aren’t you good enough?

His eyes are wide and filled with pure fear, hands trembling as he hugs himself, bracing his emotions for when you finally get mad. Your breaths are shaky, eyes flitting between him and the mask he holds in his hands. Flickers of anger begin to sink in, the claws of self-doubt sinking into your chest.

But a moment of clarity hits you. Miles didn't need a reaction right now. He needs you. He needs his best friend.

"Okay. Okay," You repeat through a slow exhale, looking up at him with a nod of acceptance. You simply gesture for him to sit down next to you. He does so without a word, automatically leaning his head on your shoulder like he always does when he's nervous and scared.

"You're not mad?" He asks softly. You shake your head, bringing his hand up to plant a soft kiss on his knuckles, ignoring the slight flutter in your chest as your lips graze against the skin.

To him, the action meant little, a comforting gesture used between you both since you were kids.

But to you, it means everything else. You try to push down the way your heart speeds up when his breaths brush against the exposed skin of your shoulders, hoping he won’t look up and see your gaze filled with pure love and concern for him.

Instead, you stare straight ahead at the window that overlooks the next few apartment buildings. The sunset is beautiful, auburn orange bathing the graffiti-covered concrete in a warm glow that has you wishing this isn’t the situation you’re in now. He tucks his head under yours, and your cheek presses against his hair, watching the sunset together. 

"I'm not mad," You promise in a soft sigh, feeling him finally relax under you. He mumbles out thanks, and you merely grin, pressing another casual peck on his hand, the both of you falling silent after.

And for once in the five years that you've grown to love him more than he'd ever know, this time, you're not lying. 

— — — — — 

It's the day of the celebration, a joyous occasion meant to act as a hallmark for Mr Morales’s promotion.

But Miles is nowhere to be found. After returning from god knows where he disappeared, he returns with a girl.

Gwanda is her name. You stare at the blonde hair, the strawberry-coloured tips catching your eyes. The colour looks pretty on her. Her nervous disposition only makes you slightly suspicious, watching her leave from a short distance away after Mrs Morales approaches them.

But judging from the look in Miles's eyes after his mom talks to him, you know.

The way he looks at her is different. He's never had such fondness in his gaze with you, much less watching you walk away with such regret. So you walk to him and hand him your drink which he takes a sip from, and pat his shoulder with a reassuring smile.

"Go." 

"You sure?"

"I'll be fine here. Besides, I’m sure I can handle a few hours of distracting your dad." You chuckle with a roll of your eyes, pushing down the pained pang in your heart at his bright smile. Every fibre of your being screams at you to grab onto his arm, to never let go. They scream at you to part your lips and let the words festering in your heart finally spill out.

But even as your eyes linger on him with a hollow grin, he doesn’t notice.

And that’s the difference.

"Thanks. Hey, you and me against the world, right?" Miles grins, placing a soft peck on your forehead. You bat him away with a faint smile, struggling to keep the tears from forming in your eyes. If he didn’t leave in the next ten seconds, you’re not sure you can no longer hold back your choked hiccups.

"Just come back to me, okay?" 

He nods, a silent promise lingering in the air between you both. To him, it's a promise of return, to come back safe.

To you, it's a promise filled with desperation, wanting nothing more than for your Miles to come back to you. For your Miles to see you in the same light he views Gwanda in. To see you the way he sees her. 

Maybe he was right all along. Maybe in every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spiderman.

You watch him leave with an excited grin on his lips, taking a sip from your cup and wishing that the fizzy liquid could drown your sorrows instead.

And in every other universe, you wish it were you.

[overthemoonknight]

ATSV: TWEETS PT. 2

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

[overthemoonknight]

lemme try || miles morales

"You know, you look really pretty upside down," Miles whispered, dreamily so.

His eyes were half lidded under his mask as he took in your side profile that was perfectly highlighted by the blue light coming from your phone. He was committing the image to memory so he could commit it on paper as well.

"Are you saying I'm ugly right side up?" You looked at him, raising a faux inquisitive brow.

He chuckled at your expression, playing along with you.

"Sorry you had to learn about it like this babe."

"Oh, shut up," you nudged him. Well, the best you could considering his position.

He had swung you both to one of the city's tallest buildings to get some alone time. You were sitting on one of the old stone gargoyles, and he hung upside down beside you from a ledge.

"Aren't you tired of hanging around like that?"

"Nah, not really," he answered. Making a show of adjusting his position.

"It's kinda fun."

"I see," you hummed, eyeing him up and down, till an idea popped into your head.

"Hey, can I try something?"

"Uh, Sure," he muttered, confused at the sudden enthusiasm in your voice. But still he humoured you.

"Just let me get down."

"No, just stay up there." You stopped him, moving to sit on your knees and grabbing his masked face in your hands.

"You have to be upside down for me to try this bugaboo," you teased, and you can tell his face had just twisted in disgust at the nickname due to how his mask wrinkled. He was so cute, even with it on. And he was about to be even cuter.

"Uh, okay," he gulped as you began to caress his face. You always had this effect on him.

"But what exactly are you trying? You're not gonna snap my neck are you?"

"Hey, if I wanted to snap your neck I'd already have," you teased again, pinching the middle of his mask where you knew his nose was. The action made him shake a little to escape your hold.

"Just gimme a second m'kay."

"Alright, whatever you want babe."

"Thank you, ligaya," you gave him a smile.

With that the air went silent, with only the bustling city below you providing the moment's ambiance. Your fingers had trailed up to his neck making him gulp.

What exactly were you doing?

He felt your fingertips tuck themselves into his mask and pull it down halfway. He wasn't sure if he shivered from the cool air nipping his skin, or your breath fanning on his lips.

Either way he wasn't complaining, he was just confused.

He called your name gently. "What are you doing?"

You shushed him. "Just lemme try Miles."

So he shut up again, feeling your hands find their way back to his cheeks. He leaned into them slightly, loving the contrast they gave to the night's air. However, the comfort your warmth provided couldn't stop his fast beating heart.

"You know, you look pretty upside down too." You whispered, and before he could react your lips were on his.

His eyes went wide under his mask, and he froze, not really sure how to react. Sure, you two have kissed before, but this was different. He was literally upside down for crying out loud.

But just like it has always been with your kisses, he found himself melting into it after a few seconds. Despite the orientation, they were still your lips. And he'd be damned if he didn't kiss you back.

His blood rushed faster to his head than it usually would as the kiss went on. To think that his powers usually stopped this from happening. But right now he didn't question it, he was too focused on you, and the fact that he couldn't reach out to touch your face right now, no matter how much he wanted to. He would fall down if he did.

Alas, before he could worry too much you pulled away. And even with his light headedness he could still see the slight smirk on your lips.

"That was fun," you hummed, getting back into your prior position. Tapping away on your phone like nothing happened.

Miles took a breath, quickly jumping down and taking a seat beside you, pulling his mask off completely so he could catch his breath.

His whole body felt warm, and you could feel it too. This made you chuckle as you took a quick glance at him. He looked adorable. But you didn't point it out, going back to your mindless tapping. You've teased enough for the night.

Or maybe you didn't?

"Hey," his voice called out to you, still slightly breathless.

"Yeah," you said, looking towards him once more.

"Can we do that again?"