Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines/Oneshots

Couldn't do it

In this one you and Benedict have been best friends for a long time and now he's telling you that he's moving out of the country with his girlfriend.

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"Oh, Benny boy! Your life has once again been blessed by my presence!" You sing as you walk into your best friend's flat, not bothering to knock. The two of you had been best friends for over ten years now and so you both treated each other's apartments as your own.

"I'll be out in moment!" You smile as you hear your best friends lovely baritone voice calling out from his bedroom. Settling down on the couch, you set the pizza and movie that you had brought onto the coffee table. Your feet quickly followed, propping up close enough to the pizza box that you could feel it's warmth. You close your eyes and relax back into the sofa as you wait.

"Oomph!" You humph as you feel a heavy weight dropping onto your lap. Your eyes shoot open as you glare down at your best friend laying across your lap where he had just dove. Your glare immediately softened as he grinned up at you. "You could have put on a shirt Ben, or at least dried off all the way."

He stuck his tongue out at you, his bare torso flexing as he sat up straight, moving so only his legs were over you, "Why bother?"

You roll your eyes, blushing slightly as you look his body up and down. He wasn't overly muscular but had definitely bulked up since getting the role of Doctor Strange. Drips of water were cascading down his chest from his hair, still wet from the shower. You quickly looked away as he turned back to you. "So, what movie are we watching tonight?"

Reaching forward, you grab the movie and hold it up. His eyebrows raise and he jokingly scowls, "Really? You're going to make me watch that?"

You grin back and nod, looking down at the case of "National Theatre Live: Hamlet." Benedict had portrayed Hamlet himself and you loved this little throwback performance of his. Really it was only three years ago, but you loved watching him cringe and you LOVED hearing him groan as you slid the disk into the dvd player. Besides, it was something you could watch while still talking.

"You're absolutely cruel to me [Y/n]." he grumbled as the movie started up. You hold out the pizza box and he perks up, "You're absolutely divine to me [Y/n]."

You laugh and settle in as the show begins. For the next thirty minutes or so you sit in comfortable silence, watching Ben as Hamlet and eating your pizza. You can't help but to notice that he pulls out his phone every couple of minutes. You'd never say so but it was starting to irritate you.

You clear your throat but he doesn't notice, just continuing to text. You do this again, several times before he looks up at you, "Are you alright? Are you getting sick?"

Sighing, you shake your head, "No, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm." You watch the play for a couple more minutes before asking, "So who're you texting?"

"Cassandra." He says, naming his current girlfriend. He licks his lips nervously and puts his phone down, "Um..[Y/n]?" 

"Yea?"

"I um...I have something that I have to talk to you about. It's actually quite important." You grab the remote, pausing the t.v. You were concerned that something was very wrong from the tone in his voice. Pulling your legs up to your chest you turn to face him.

"What is it Ben? You can tell me anything, you know that." You say. He nods, running a hand through his short curls. He licks his lips nervously again and, refusing to look at you says,