Cooking With Ben Headcanons
Ben Hardy x Reader
A/N: I love binge watching British cooking/baking shows. I love Ben Hardy. This was the result!
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whenever Ben’s home you guys don’t often cook
thinking its wasting valuable couple time
he sat with you on the couch while you typed on your computer
half-assed listening to a cooking competition on the tv
“He’s going to burn that,” Ben remarks as he passes through
he was trying to go upstairs but he needed to know if the guy was going to burn his lamb
he sits on the couch and places a pillow over his lap
“Y/N, what’s happening?” he asks you
you look up from your laptop and shrug
“I don’t know I wasn’t listening.”
Ben grimaces and leans back
that was two episodes ago
“What!” he exclaims, slamming down the pillow in anger
“Ben what the fuck!”
“That family shouldn’t have gone home! that tart looked amazing.”
imagine him yelling at a cooking show in his accent
I die
so hot
You can’t help but laugh
an idea sparks in his head “Baby let’s cook tonight,” he suggests pulling out his phone to look for recipes
you look down to your watch “I thought we’re going to that new restaurant tonight?”
“Not anymore, please Y/N.”
his green eyes stare into yours
you can’t resist
you two digging through the unused and unopened cook wear
“Why don’t we use this stuff?” he groans looking for a pan.
his tongue pokes out while he’s cutting vegetables
seriously imagine him with his sleeves rolled up and has an apron on
a blond curl hanging from his forehead
you Instagram the whole thing
Joe automatically comments the Ben never cooks for him
“What is this?” he asks, holding up a silver stick
“A hand blender, it was a wedding gift from your aunt.”
“It doesn’t look like a blender...more like a sex toy”
“BEN! NO”
he’s a confused baby
“is it done?”
he asks this like 50 times
you get a little more irritated with each one
while you're stirring the vegetables in the pan he likes to wrap his arms around you
his lips attach to the back of your neck “We should do this more.”
you hum in response and lean into him
his hands on your hips
the best part of it is sitting across from him at the table wriggling in his seat with excitement
“You did well Mrs. Jones.” he practically moans with every bite
“You did too, Mr. Jones. I’m surprised.”
“You know. If acting doesn’t work out I could do this.”
You roll your eyes
“Your film got nominated for an Oscar, you’re not going anywhere.”
he reaches for your hand, rubbing your knuckles lovingly with his thumb.
“I love you.”