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Benedict Cumberbatch (fluff)

"UGH I HATE YOU!" I screeched, storming out of the apartment. I already had a bag packed and my things ready to go when Ben walked into the apartment and told me he had some last minute filming to do. It was our last trip out before he had to go to America and film for his part as Smaug. 

"Please just wait I need to do it for--" His words were cut of by the elevator door. I was pissed and crying so I went to the first place I could think of. Martin and Amanda's house. Before I even got there, tears were running down my cheeks. I stared at the background of my phone, it was a picture of Ben and I cuddling that Martin had gotten just before he dumped a bucket of ice water on us. Maybe I was being stupid. I signed up for this when I fell for him. I shook my head and wiped away my tears. After quickly paying the cabbie I got it of the cab, picking up my backpack and walking to the door. I knocked once and then again because only Ben knocked once. Joey opened the door and let me, taking my backpack from me.

"Daddy!" he called, running off to put my stuff in the guest room. Martin walked in, his smile quickly fading when he saw my face. He quickly ran and hugged me, my strong hold quickly breaking. Amanda walked in and rushed over quickly asking, "Love, what's happened?"

"Ben... he..." I sobbed and suddenly both of them let go of me.

"Oh crap, that was today?" Amanda gasped. Martin looked like a deer in the headlights and I heard Gracie call from the other room.

"I told you it was today!" Both of them look startled and I quickly dried my tears again, more interested in what was more important than their best friend breaking her heart about a foot from them. Amanda suddenly remembered I was there and took me to the sitting room, telling me it's be alright and that Ben was just being terrible. Martin was talking tirelessly on the phone in the other room and Gracie was braiding my hair and echoing her mother. Joey walked in just as the door opened and he walked out just after to open in.

"(Y/N), it's for you." My eyebrows knit together and I walked out to see who it was. There was a box of at least 50 tulips, green tulips. I rolled my eyes and tossed them out the door.

"Flowers aren't gonna fix it this time, Benedict." I knew he was out there somewhere, and I was finished. I turned around and was about to close the door when a paper airplane hit me on the back of the head. He was trying, and I knew, but it wasn't going to happen. The tulips, the one's I fell in when we met. The paper airplanes, the ones from across the office when I was editing the episodes of Sherlock.

I opened it and sighed.

One last try? Come to the Sherlock editing studio. This was all for a purpose.
~~Benny 

He knew I had to go because I had to go for work. So I went. Something big was happening or Martin, my best friend of 32 years, wouldn't just not console me. 

When I got out there I stood up straight and walked in. The hall was empty, but I could see my office light was on. I walked staight to it. Inside my laptop was on and I looked at it. In the screen I could see the set of Sherlock. On the caseing of 'The Crown Jewels' was written in yellow spray paint.

Sorry for the trouble. Turn around please. 

I turned around. Ben was sitting on one knee, his classic smirk lining his face.

"I meant to do this on the set. I'm sorry that upset you. But I had good reason and I'm sorry, I really am, but I have to do this. I can't wait till after I spent months in America," he began. I knew what he was going to ask. Hell, I knew my answer, but I let him finish.

"I've known you since the day I met Martin. Even though he was married I thought you were together," he laughed, "I want you to know that from the minute I heard you talk I fell in love. Not with your excessive beauty, but with your voice, your smile, the way you talk about your passions. I fell in love with your laugh, your grace and clumsiness. The fact that you showed me what love was. I am utterly and completely in love with you, (Y/N). So please, just give me the answer. Will you marry me?" I gave it a minute for effect, masking the emotions on my face. I could see his eyes grow in fear and I laughed, "Of course you dork. Of course."