agnesanutter replied to your post: Chapters: 1/1Fandom: British Actor RPF…
*whispers* Kate, I don’t even know with you . You make me want to read things that I am not supposed to read…oh my god. When me and Ben are BFFs this is gonna be so awkward.
I knooooowwwwww I can’t even. My brain. Just needs to stop. Or redirect. Idk. It’s sooo wrong. On so many levels. BUT I CAN’T STOP IT. NOOOO.
Drunk at a party one night , I slide up to a very tipsy Benedict (now one of my bffs) and lean against him on a sofa.
"Benedict?"
"Hmm?" He says then turns to look at me his eyes nearly shut. A goofy grin is on his face as he adds "Why d’you. Why d’you insist on calling me ‘Benedict’? Everyone just calls me Ben ya know."
"I know. I just like your proper Wanda and God given name."
"Mmm" He says then turns his head and slides further down on to the couch.
"Ya know. I was your fan back in the day."
"OHHH! Back in the DAY!" He nearly shouts. A few people turn to look at him.
"Shhh," I say "You’re going to wake the dead."
"Sorry. SORRY!" he calls out the rest of the room. They all go back to their conversations.
"I don’t mean it like that." I say, "I’m just saying before I finally finished writing my screenplays ,one of which won you the Oscar as you may recall, I used to ya know…go on tumblr. Talk about you …a bit. Drool over your pictures."
"Oh I see."
"You were very hot."
"WERE!" He shouts again. The people don’t turn around this time
"Still are. Still are! God. You…."
"I know what y’mean. Besides I already knew that."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Ma-Martin," He pauses to burp ,"Showed me your website blog thing. He also pointed out that you seemed to stop talking about me as much as him on it."
"Well you know….fickle women. Go figure."
He laughs. We both laugh.
"I um also…well there was this thing . You know stories were written about you. Um…sexy stories."
"FANFIC! I know. God. the top, bottom, Sherlock is virgin, size queen. Something about tuna and red pants. I know. It’s okay. It’s fine. Really. I used to be a bit ya know… pffffffft but ya know. Life. Short. enjoy."
"Heh. Yes. Well yes I did read a feeeew Sherlock fanfics but there were ones about you specifically. As in you —Benedict. I read those too."
"Zat so?"
"Yeah. This one girl— Kate. God she was evil. She’d write tempting things that put well….the reader in the story and ya know in your um..shall we say bedroom?"
"APRIL!"
"I’m sorry. i’m sorry. I wouldn’t tell you if I wasn’t three sheets to the wind."
"It’s okay. It’s fine. I don’t mind." He turns and smiles wickedly at me. "Show me one."
