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tricksters-captain · 3 years

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Benny Watts/The Queens Gambit imagines - From Pawn to Pen Part 1

AN: So I watched the Queens Gambit in one day and I am officially obsessed with it. And how dare it bring back my crush on Thomas Brodie Sangster... Due to this... Have a fanfic...

Overall Summary: You’re a young journalist for Chess Review, with a love for chess and a desire for knowledge. One day at a tournament, you come across the famous Benny Watts...

Pairing(s): Benny Watts x reader

Word Count: 2,504

Warnings: (I know nothing about chess except what the show taught me so bare that in mind), none really

Another state, another tournament.

Your work had you travel round to even the smallest of Chess Tournaments to try and get the dirt on up and coming chess players or already existing champions.

You inhaled the familiar smell of a hotel lobby, taking in your surroundings as people bustled about the place.

It was one of the bigger tournaments fortunately and so you were hoping to run into some champions which tend to give you better pages which equals better pay.

You walked up to the front desk, your eyes scanning the small tables as far as the eye could see where chess boards were being studied in case you recognised any chess players.

You did but they were all the standard normies that showed their faces at these events. No one noteworthy yet.

“Can I help you?” The slim man behind the desk with slicked back red hair flashed you a toothy smile as he greeted you.

“(Y/n)(Y/l/n).” You introduced yourself and the man soon flicked through his booking sheets to find your reservation.

“Room 209. If you just head down this hall to the elevators, it’s on the second floor.” The man pointed towards the elevators where you managed to spot the flash of bright auburn hair entering one of them.

Beth Harmon.

You smiled with relief as you started to sew the piece in your head already.

“Thank you.” You took the key and made your way down to elevators.

As the elevator door dinged open, some commotion by the entrance of the lobby caught your attention.

The peak of leather through the crowd told you who it was.

Benny Watts.

Even better. You now had two top chess players you could focus on.

You decided to let the celebrity champion settle into his hotel before you mobbed him as a journalist and you also needed to freshen up after travelling.

You travelled so much that you barely bothered with your apartment. It was mostly rented out to other people besides holidays like Christmas where you actually could return home.

Everything you had was basically in two large suitcases which you dragged across the United States and Europe following chess players around.

You mainly liked travelling around Europe. You previously worked for a Parisian chess magazine but this year you took an offer to work for Chess Review which brought you back to the states.

You had mostly done smaller tournaments all year round so hadn’t had the pleasure in meeting Benny Watts or Beth Harmon yet.

Benny Watts had been one of the biggest names in chess for years now and Beth Harmon was a rapid rising star.

You knew this would be your big break in Chess Review to stop being handed the small tournaments and to document the important ones like the US Open.

You opened the door to your hotel room and smiled when you saw how nice it actually was.

You had stayed in some crap holes recently.

You dumped your suitcases to one side and immediately turned on the shower so you could relax your cramped muscles and feel a bit cleaner.

You undressed and let the hot water cascade down your back, covering your hair and face as you tipped your head backwards.

You took your time in there before getting out and blow drying your hair.

By the time you had washed, done your hair and make up again; it was time to pick a dress for the evening so you could go get something to eat.

You went for your favourite navy blue skirt and cream sweater, both hugged you nicely but were still modest, before slipping on some shoes.

You took a small purse to put your room key in and then left for the restaurant/bar that was in the hotel.

The restaurant was filled with chess players and spectators all buzzing with excitement about this weekend.

You managed to find a small table away from the majority of the hustle and tucked yourself away with your notepad.

You liked being a fly on the wall most of the time. You enjoyed observing, studying and learning about people. ‘People watching’ as some would call it.

The waiter brought over the cocktail you had ordered along with some grapes, cheese and crackers to munch on.

After writing some of the thoughts down that came to you in the shower, you looked up to see who was around you.

There was no sign of Beth Harmon which wasn’t unusual as she was known for practising in her room before tournaments.

You scanned the groups before your eyes stopped on him. Benny Watts.

His slick blonde hair fell slightly by his eye, his hat on his lap as he talked to the surrounding fans and admirers.

The man loved talking about himself and loved talking about Chess even more.

You watched him for a moment, the way his eyes were alight as he laughed amongst his peers.

Benny must've felt someone was watching him because a second later, his eyes met yours for a brief moment.

You looked down and pretended to write something down as Benny turned his chin this time to look at you again.

You were used to being invisible and in that moment you felt extremely seen.

However, the man didn’t move from his chair or even look another time after that.

You popped a grape in your mouth before taking a large sip of your drink. You’d have to talk to him tomorrow and you knew that but for the first time, you actually felt the bubbles of nerves rise in stomach.

“May I buy you a drink?” A voice brought you from your thoughts and you looked up to see Henry Cavilla, one of the regular American chess players whom you believed you’d seen only two months before in Denver.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You declined politely but the man sat down anyway, joining you at your table.

“I insist.” Henry’s smile spread widely on his lips as he waved a waiter over. “I saw you in Denver. You’re a journalist, am I right?”

“Yes. For Chess Review.” You had to hide your irritation at his boldness.

“How long you been doing that?” The man asked,

“Well I’ve been a journalist for three years, but I’ve only been at Chess Review for 6 months.” You admitted honestly as the man ordered two drinks for the table.

“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing reporting on chess? Thought you’d be more into what Beth Harmon was wearing than her Sicilian defence.”

“I could ask you a similar thing? What’s a mediocre, chino wearing, middle aged misogynist doing at a chess tournament where Beth Harmon and Benny Watts are playing?” You couldn’t help but let the words slip out of your mouth, slapping the man right round the face.

You watched the man’s smile drop following a small burst of laughter echoing through the restaurant.

Your head snapped round to see it was Benny Watts laughing, staring directly at your table. He must’ve heard what you said despite the rest of the restaurant noise.

“Listen here, sweetheart, you’re just a skirt hired to keep your boss man happy and to fuck the chess players into a one page interview so you can get your paycheck to fund your morning after pill from planned parenthood and buy yourself some clean panties you’d sooner have off anyways.” You hit a nerve with what you said and he seemed to hit one right back.

You threw the two new drinks in the mans face, causing most of the restaurant to stop and stare at the commotion as he jumped to his feet to retaliate.

You snatched your notebook and fled the scene before anything worse could happen or you get thrown out of the tournament all together.

You fell back onto your bed, kicking your shoes off as you did.

It wasn’t unusual for men to be putting you down, especially in the chess world and the journalist world but tonight you just weren't having any of it.

You groaned as you pushed your hair out of your face, replaying the event in your head. The way everyone stared after you threw the drinks in his face.

You did not need to be the centre of attention this weekend.

You put yourself to bed with the television playing so you could stop scolding yourself in your head and distract yourself to finally get some sleep.

The next morning you woke up early, getting ready quickly and making sure you had everything you needed for a full day of reporting.

You skipped breakfast, only taking a black coffee before you entered the battle field.

The chess boards were still being set up and from across the room you spotted the familiar hair colour that belonged to Beth Harmon.

“Beth? Beth Harmon?” You crossed the room to greet her. “I’m (Y/n)(Y/l/n) from Chess Review. I was wondering if I could get an opening statement before the tournament goes ahead this weekend?” You asked politely, trying your best not to attack her verbally this early in the morning,

“Uh, of course. I’m feeling very confident this weekend that I’ll quickly rise to the top, concluding the tournament opposite Benny Watts.” Beth admitted,

“Are you scared of Benny Watts?” You asked,

“Scared? No. I am merely curious to see how our game goes.” Beth admits.

“Well, good luck, Beth. I hope to catch up with you sometime this weekend for a brief interview of how you play your games if you don’t mind?” You asked politely, silently begging she’d say yes.

“I’ll speak with you tomorrow night. It’ll be the middle of the tournament so there’ll be plenty to talk about.” Beth was extremely nice in offering her time and you took it gratefully.

You left the girl to her own company and returned to the lobby where you could see a crowd already gathering.

“Mr Watts.” You spotted the leather jacket and hat as the man entered the breakfast room.

The man turned when he heard his name being called across the lobby and you quickly jogged to catch up to him.

“You’re the girl from last night who put Henry Cavilla in his place?” Benny Watts smirked at you as he recalled the previous nights events.

“Um.” You felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment. “I was just wondering if I could get a statement before the tournament began?”

“You’re a reporter?” Benny cocked his eyebrow at you, his eyes scanning you up and down shamelessly.

“Yes. For Chess Review.” You informed him.

“Follow me.” Benny nodded his head sideways towards the table he was heading to and you did as you were told.

“I was wondering how you were feeling about this weekend and possibly going up against Beth Harmon?” You asked as you sat yourself down opposite the man.

“I won’t be possibly going up against Beth Harmon. I fully expect to be going up against her. Out of everyone here, she is the only person I see as potential competition.” Benny admitted, picking up his knife and fork as his breakfast was set down on the table.

“Are you sure there’s no one else? Harry Beltik went into his tournament in Kentucky assuming no one but Cullen was any competition to him and yet Beth Harmon came along.” You stated, jotting down some notes to avoid watching the man eat.

“Well then, they’ll just have to surprise me.” His eyes locked onto yours when he spoke. His lip just edging into a smirk.

“Thank you for your statement.” You felt your stomach flip and you jumped to your feet, gathering your things.

“Would you not like a full interview or was the three sentence statement enough?” Benny cocked his head round as you began to leave.

“It was four, actually.” You corrected him, tapping your notepad with your pen.

The man huffed out a short chuckle.

“I’d be grateful for an interview later on this weekend, Mr Watts, if you don’t mind?”

“I’ll find you when I’m ready.” Benny told you and from the look in his eyes, that’s what he really meant.

The day went by quicker than expected, it was impossible to watch every game of the day so you watched Beth’s and Benny’s and you filled yourself in with the plays of any others that would make good press.

You loved watching the game being played, you always tried to predict the outcome and 9 times out of 10 you got it correct except with Beth Harmon and Benny Watts.

They surprised you and it was thrilling to watch. You admired Harmon’s intuition and her attacks. Watts had always been an interesting watch all through his career but you’d only seen him play a handful of times in person before today.

In the evening, you received a call from the big bosses asking how everything was going.

“I have an interview set up with Beth Harmon and Benny Watts.” You told them with confidence.

“Good girl. Now get those interviews done quickly and send me a draft as soon as you can.” Your boss ordered before ending the call.

You sighed, running a hand over your tired face.

You picked up the bottle of wine you had in a metal cooler to see it was empty. Room service had taken so long to bring it up previously, you decided to just slip your slippers on and head down to the bar to get one final glass of wine before bed.

You were wearing a nightie so you pulled a coat on over the top in case you bumped into anyone.

As you walked down the hall, you could hear the familiar voice of Benny Watts behind you.

He was spewing some chess facts to whoever he was with as he walked.

You peaked behind your shoulder to see he was heading to his room which was three doors up from yours.

He spotted you too.

You went into the elevator to head down to the bar.

The bar was still busy despite the time and you had to wait for your wine.

You took the glass and returned to your room.

Your eyes couldn’t help but linger on the hotel room of Mr Benny Watts as you thought of tomorrows games.

“You’re not stalking me, are you?” Benny startled you as he came up from behind.

“Jesus...” You gasped, spinning round to face him.

“Trying to get the dirt on who I’m sleeping with?” The man cocked his eyebrow, his hands tucked in his tight jeans.

“Seems like the other way round since you keep appearing behind me.” You referred to earlier.

“Maybe you just like being in my way?” You couldn’t deny that Benny Watts, the Benny Watts, was flirting with you right now.

“Goodnight Mr Watts. Good luck tomorrow.” You gripped your door handle tightly.

“Please, call me Benny.”

(NEXT PART HERE)

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER + HARRY X BETH RATING: FLIRTY + SMUTTY MENTIONS

I yawned with a little stretch as I climbed out of bed slipping my robe over my shoulders to hide as I wasn't going to get dressed till after my shower. but that was not going to happen before coffee. So I wondered out my bedroom and down the hall passing Beth's bedroom the door closed and no light from within, I didn't think she'd be up yet. I headed down the stairs fixing my hair as I had another yawn going to the kitchen humming my little tune and gently shaking my hips in time with the tune as I began making coffee.

"what's the dam racket I'm trying to sleep!" a voice complained from the living room I looked up in shock seeing a rather bed-headed and annoyed, half-naked benny watts sat up on our sofa with a blanket

"AAAHHHHHH!" I squealed "Benny!"

"Hi... some people say good morning you know. Or make people coffee" He responds barely awake himself

"The fuck aren't you doing in my house!" I complain "and why haven't you got any clothes oN!" I complain noticing he had maybe a pair of shots under the blanket and that was it, some clothes thrown on the chair and a pair of jeans on the floor

"I could ask you the same question y/n" He says making me a little confused till I looked down noticing I saw my little shirt with no bra making my breasts rather obvious, and a pair of lace panties my little robe on my shoulders

"BENNY!" I screamed covering myself up best I could even if my robe wasn't exactly very big

"What? your the one walking around half naked! what are you yelling at me for!"

"What the fuck is going on down here!" Beth complained as she came down the stairs dressed or well mostly.

"Elizabeth...Why is benny watts half-naked on our sofa at half seven in the morning!" I complain

"What's going on sugar?" A voice asks from the staircase and I looked up and saw harry beltik in a pair of jeans brushing his teeth

"Okay, follow up question. why is Harry beltik half-naked on our staircase?"

"Ohh I'm staying this week. before Ohio" harry smiled to me

"Okay, so harry is staying over with week. great would have liked to have known about that but okay" I sighed "That doesn't answer my original question of why benny is here"

"My building has a rat problem so they kicked everyone out for two weeks while they sort it out" benny explained "so... I'm living here now"

"Elizabeth, we are not running a fucking chess-themed hotel!" I complain

"well benny hasn't got anywhere else to go, and harry is my guest so this is life now" she explained

"Fine, but each of you pick a household task I'm not cleaning up and cooking for four people" I explained "and Harry put clothes on, and Benny please put pants on!"

"Make me!" Benny yelled back from the sofa

I sighed a little I didn't mind it too much honestly, harry did dishes and wasn't much trouble that and him and beth where often off doing god only knows what in her room. and honestly, benny had pretty much proclaimed the living room as his room and almost never left our sofa. unless someone actual pushed him off it was almost lie having a very large chess playing cat. he just gets in the way, eats, sleeps and occasionally makes a noise at something. I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom pushing the door open and pushing some clothes that had been left on the floor across the room humming my little tune picking up my toothbrush from the mess on the countertop from four people having to share one bathroom. running the tap and brushing my teeth still gently humming putting my hand behind the curtain to set the shower how I like it, as beth always has it far too cold for me, harry wasn't too bad he never moved it much, but benny has it like boiling water the second I put my hand in to change it I felt the boiling hot water goddam it benny was in her last, so I went to grab the tap to change the second I got my hand on it I knew it wasn't the tap

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed

"AHHH FUCK!" Benny complained from the other side of the curtain

"benny!" I screamed

"Y/N! What the fuck are you doing in here!"

"What are you doing in here!"

"I'm having a shower what the hell are you doing here?"

"I came for a shower and to brush my teeth!" I complain "you could have said something!"

"I didn't hear you come in"

"why wasn't the shower running then?" I asked

"I was... specific washing" he answered slowly

"Spe- Ohh my god! Benny! you were jerking off in there!"

"Yeah fine! why are we making a conversation out of this! get out!"

"Why the hell are you jerking off in the shower!"

"Where else am I meant to do it? in the living room? in the kitchen?"

"How about not jerk off in my dam house!"

"Yeah you try not doing it for two weeks," He says "I was told to use the shower"

"By who?"

"I told benny to jerk it in the shower," Harry says poking his head around the door "You two done? I need to pee"

"No, I'm not" Benny complained,

"why did you tell him that?" I asked

"It's what beth said" he shrugs

"yeah I told them to jerk off in the shower," she says coming in to brush her teeth too completely topless

"Why would you tell them that?" I asked

"I do it in the shower, I assume you also do, why can't they use it? they need to masturbate too y/n" she explained

"so you're both using it?" I asked

"Yep, well when I have too" harry smirked winking to beth

"Can everyone get the hell out while I'm in the fucking shower please!" benny complains "It's like grand bloody central station in here"

"why? all of us have seen you naked benny" beth laughs

"Not all of you"

"I've seen you naked many times, you have obviously seen yourself naked, and I know for a fact harry as seen you naked" beth explained

"You've seen me naked?" Benny asks putting his head around the curtain to see what was going on

"a few times yeah" harry shrugs "You walk around our flat naked unless you have people over. sometimes you forget about people"

"Ohhh I see" benny nods

"It's fine I mean you've seen me naked hundreds of times" Harry shrugs leaning on the doorframe him completely naked too

"ahhh! will everyone get some clothes on already this is starting to look like an orgy"

"I'm down if you are" harry shrugs

"I would also be down" Benny answers

"Ughhh! beth finish brushing your teeth then get a shirt on! harry go back to beths room! benny finish your shower and or your wank whichever you currently actually doing and everyone just go and watch tv!" I complain beth and harry then left going back to beth's room and I sighed already feeling a headache on the way "Benny" I asked tenderly "what did I grab?" I asked

"You and I both know exactly what you grabbed" He answered

"well it was either your arm or-"

"it was not my arm"

"Ohhh..."

"yeah, and we will never speak of it again"

"Agreed" I nodded

"Your hands are nice and soft though I didn't mind you grabbing my-"

"we will never speak of it again" I complained before running off to my bedroom "I'm hosing down the shower before I use it because of you dirty people"

I sat trying to sleep but all I could hear was

'bang' 'bang' 'bang'

"UGHHHH BETH!"

"HARRY!!!" from beth's bedroom

I groaned trying to ignore them, every night this week, dam harry has got some stamina

"Hi y/n" I heard at the end of my bed

"AHHH!" I screamed in shock seeing benny stood at the bottom of my bed in the darkness "Benny!" I complain

"what?"

"Knock!"

"sorry" he sighed going to my door knocking on it and then standing at my bed again "Happy now?"

"What do you want benny? why are you in my room?" I complain

"I can't sleep with that noise going on" he sighed "can you?"

"Nope, they are so loud" I complain

"I know, the living room is under them I hear everything" he sighed "Can I sit with you?"

"Fine" I sighed sitting up and putting the lamp on as benny sat on the other side of my bed "How long can they keep this up? they are at it all night where they have to have a break at some point" I complain

"Hopefully, I wouldn't mind it so much if they just stopped screaming like banshees every five minutes" he sighed "We could play some music for them? to drown them out?"

"I don't think that would help, we don't have any music loud enough to drown out beth and harry having sex" I sighed

"sex can drown out sex..."

"what are yous suggesting?"

"nothing, nothing" He says "Just that sex noise drowns out sex noise. if... we had sex you wouldn't be hearing harry and beth"

"We are not having sex benny"

"Fine, I was just trying to help" he says "You wanna play chess?"

"No thank you benny" I sighed reading my book

"UUUUUUGHHHHHHHH HARRY!" I heard beth scream

"you sure you don't wanna have sex?" He smirked "maybe get a better feel then you did in the shower?" he smirked

"Fine" I sighed

I stood making the usual four cups of coffee the way everyone likes them and I felt arms wrapping around me tightly and a familiar face nuzzled into my neck pressing tickly kisses up my neck "Ummm good morning" Benny smiled to me

"Good morning benny" I smiled giving him a kiss

"Hhu? benny your up early? and tidied up" Harry complained

"No... I didn't sleep down here" Benny answered

"then where did you sleep?" Beth asks as she came down the stairs

"He slept in my room" I giggled giving him a kiss

"Ohh you finally going to mellow out?" Beth laughed

"Maybe" I shrug giving everyone there coffee

"I think we need some way to get another bathroom if all four of us are going to be living here," Harry says sipping his coffee

"and some soundproofing in the walls" Benny added

"What for?" beth asks

"So we don't have to hear you having sex," I told them

"And I highly doubt you wanna hear us having sex either," Benny told her sipping his coffee

"good points" beth shrugs heading upstairs

"I'm off to get dressed" I smiled giving benny a kiss and heading toward the staircase

"Alright, I'll be up in a minute hun" He answered

as I wandered up the stairs I caught something that made me laugh a little

"bet you five bucks I can make Beth scream louder then you can make Y/n scream" harry offered

"Ten bucks and your on harry" benny smirked

#BENNYWATTS #benny watts #tbs #thomasbrodiesangster

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