You ring the doorbell and wait. You and Benedict were staying with your parents for a week and you were nervous about him meeting them. Or them meeting him. You weren't sure yet.
"Oh and make sure you don't mention sex or swear in front of them and, umm don't say anything bad about Coldplay"
"Calm down babe, It'll be fine. If anything I'm the one who should be worried! Now quickly give me a kiss for good luck."
You happily oblige and wrap your arms around his neck, fully leaning in. You pull away quickly, keeping it short and sweet. Not short enough.
"Ahem. Are we interrupting something?"
Your parents are standing in the doorway and you can tell they're struggling not to laugh. You can feel your face heat up and glancing at Benedict, its obvious he's just as embarrassed. His face is flushed but he smiles at your mum and dad and holds out a hand.
"Hi I'm Benedict. Nice to finally meet you."
Your dad takes his hand and shakes it, letting out a low chuckle.
"Hi. We've heard so much about you from Y/N. Come in, come in. Anyway, how was the trip?"
You pick up your bags and step into the hallway, your dad and Benedict exchanging small talk about the traffic. You hug your mum.
"I have a good feeling about him" she whispers.
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Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines
FanfictionA collection of imagines about Benedict Cumberbatch. I do not own Benedict, he owns himself. Titles are just basic descriptions so they are pretty bad. The imagines hopefully make up for it though! If you have a suggestion for an imagine please just...
