Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Reminicing The Past

Two Years Ago
"I've decided something."
You randomly blurt out whilst eating KFC. Benedict chuckles before wiping his hand on a napkin, popping a fry into his mouth and leaning on his hands in a 'please tell me more' sarcastic way.
You throw a chip at him and see as his smirk turns into a grin.

"Go on, what is it that you've decided?" He says laughing as he speaks

"I have devised a list of all the things I'd like to do before i die."
His smile grows as he tries to hide his smirk with drinking his Coke.
You ignore his facial expression before reaching into your pocket and pulling out a piece of crumpled paper, unfolding it against the table and making an exaggerated 'dun dun dun dun dunnnnn' sound as You smooth it, making Benedict laugh.

"Behold!!!!! The bucket list!"
You dramatically say before theatrically handing him the paper. He holds it in front of himself for a few seconds Before laughing hysterically to himself, to the point where he had to clutch his side. You pout your bottom lip

"What's so funny Cumberbatch?" You
say , attempting to sound threatening

"Yy-you want to-" he cut himself off by clutching his side again, laughing

"Whaaatttt?" You moan , looking at the ceiling trying to hide your smile.

"Sorry... Sorry"
he clears his throat. He tries contain himself.

"you want to 'get a tramp stamp tattoo'" he barley finished his sentence before he started laughing again. You get up , avoiding eye contact with him, you take  the paper from his hand dramatically before shoving it back in your pocket, and sitting back down , sighing dramatically.
Benedict rested his chin on his hand and smiles at you, he knew You weren't really in a mood as the corners of your mouth were twitching, attempting to form a grin, but You try to maintain the 'I'm so angry with you pose'.
You hear a chair scraping along the floor before hearing footsteps coming closer to you. Benedict knelt next to you so as he was looking directly at me,still smiling.

"So you want to get a tramp stamp, I'm guessing on your arse? hm?" He says.
You nod before letting out a big snort and falling into hysterical laughter, your soon followed by Benedict.
You both sit there laughing hysterically, at one point you forget why you both were laughing ,but his laugh was so contagious That you couldn't stop.
He wipes a tear from under his eye as he goes and sits back down in his seat and popping another chip In his mouth, You shove a piece of chicken into your gob and eat like a pig.

"So what's brought this list on then?" He says more seriously now.

"I don't know... I suppose it's because, everyone has a list of things that they want to do before they die and I just, I don't know I wanted to do something."
He smirks, looking down at the paper that he grabbed whilst you were both laughing.

"So you got bored basically?" He asks, his smirk growing into a grin.

"Basically" you reply happily. Benedict chuckles.

"Well I'm sorry to burst your bubble but I don't think that shagging harry styles and doing a musical with Meryl Streep are so likely to happen" Benedict says, chuckling.

"Your famous! You have connections , make it happen," You snap your fingers, making him laugh to himself.

"I'm not that good" he replies, laughing.
He skims the sheet and smirks slightly.

Ounce you both had finished your meal, and he'd finished taking the Mick out , you help Benedict wash up.
You were both making small talk about his work. You were trying to encourage him to take more filming opportunities but he swears that he wants to stay local and spend more time with you and the others and his family.