Thomas Brodie-Sangster and Character Imagines

Tournament of a Lifetime (Benny Watts)

Benny Watts x Fem!Reader
Warnings; mild language, fluff, Benny being adorable and cocky

3rd Person

"Harry I swear to god if you don't get your ass in the car right now-" (Y/n)'s voice was drowned out by Harry complaining about how bossy she was. The young woman was excited to finally go to a real chess tournament, she had been asking Harry for years to go but he always said the same thing... 

"I can't risk you beating someone at their own game in case they hurt you or worse, they love you."

Eventually (Y/n) got Harry in the car and they began their drive to the tournament. This was the beginning of a great journey. 

Time Skip

After hours of driving, the two siblings arrive at the hotel. They grab their bags and head inside. The hotel was huge and fancy, much fancier than (Y/n) expected. Staff collected suitcases from businessmen, men and women in high class clothing sat drinking the bar and groups of men stood chatting to each other. The groups were chess players presumably, as their clothes were much less expensive and more casual. However, one young women stood out to (Y/n). She had short red hair, and wore what could be described as a schoolgirl outfit. "Beth I didn't know if you would come," Harry called to the girl. The siblings walked over to the girl and her mother. Harry shook the girls hand and introduced the girls' to each other.

"(Y/n) this is Beth Harmon, the girl who beat me in her first tournament. Beth this is my sister (Y/n), the first person to be me at all," both girls seemed to get on almost immediately, Harry's words were the foundation of their friendship. The (y/h/c) haired girl showered Beth in praise, talking about how she showed the chess community how badass girls can be. Everyone around them could tell they would become great friends. Harry picked up their bags and headed up to their separate rooms, claiming he wanted to practice before the tournament. (Y/n) stayed with Beth as Mrs Wheatley left to go to the bar. The girls decided to look around at what competition they would have, as well as kill some time before getting some food.

Time skip

That evening Harry stayed in his room and Beth stayed in hers, so (Y/n) went to the bar alone. As she sat there with a light drink, she could feel someone watching her. "It's not nice to stare at a lady you know," she took a sip of her drink and turns around.

(Y/n)'s P.o.V

Benny Fucking Watts. Never in my life did I expect a chess champion to be stood staring at me. He chuckles and walks over to the bar. "Excuse me miss, I couldn't help myself. I thought a pretty girl like yourself would have a gentleman to accompany her?" At this I laugh and take a large gulp of my drink. I look over at him and take in what he actually looks like. Tall, longish dirty blonde hair, cowboy hat, black trench coat, necklaces, tight jeans, boots, a knife, a... Hold on a knife?

"Why the hell do you have a knife?" It slips out before I can stop it. Now Benny laughs and smirks. He just shrugs his shoulders as if it's nothing. For a US chess champion, he's different than someone would expect. Not snotty or arrogant, and the fashion really throws people off. 

"So, are you watching or playing?" His chocolate brown eyes show that he genuinely seems interested in my answer, so I tell him I'm playing. Benny nods and goes back to his drink. We sit there in silence for a few minutes, it's comfortable for two strangers. After a couple more minutes of quiet, I decide to make small talk. It can't hurt can it? 

Time Skip

As it turns out, Benny is a wonderful person to talk to. Not only is he pretty and good at chess, but he has strong opinions and can have a deep conversation one second and be giggling the next. We talked about different chess strategies, what we wanted to do when we were younger and so much more. Now we were sat on one of the couches, chatting idly with a few drinks on the table and Benny's hat has been removed. While Benny was talking, a stray hair fell over his forehead. Without thinking, I push myself forward and brush the hair back. He goes quiet and gazes at me with a confused look. His hand goes to rest on my waist as I stay sat with my legs under me, one hand by his cheek and the other on his knee. The light makes Benny's hair look more golden and softer. His other hand slowly reaches up to brush my hair away from my neck and stays there, like my hand did to him. For the first time in years, I feel giddy and excited. Before we go any further, I take Benny's hands away and hold them in my lap. He looks confused but I smile at him. "Maybe we could go on a date first?" We both laugh and Benny pulls me close to him so I'm lying next to him. 

Now I could definitely get used to this.