the reason: ben sucks at cooking and you wait for him to leave so you could give the food to frankie or to someone who needs it
what he thinks:
the good 'ol "are you sick?" question
"here you go, sunny side up, french toast, and bacon" ben set the plate down in front of you. "thanks benny" you gave a soft smile looking at him but didn't touch the food. "what's wrong?" he asked after realizing you didn't move a muscle. "oh i'm just waiting for it to cool down that's all" you excused. "you've been doing this for the past week, are you sick?" he touched your forehead.
the "are you pregnant?" question
"no, i'm fine" you answered taking his hand off of your forehead. "are you sure, you've been acting weird-" then his face turned to a light red. "are-are you pregnant?" he worriedly asked thinking that he wasn't satisfying your 'needs'
"wha-"
"cause if you are, you could have told me. here, i'll make you something else, just tell me what you want" he picked up the plate but you stopped him even though you didn't want the food, you had to make it seem like you at least wanted some of it.
"i'm not pregnant" you chuckle. "see, look" you grab the piece of toast and bit into it, your eyes slightly widening. it was actually good this time.
he finds out 😳
"this-this is good" you nodded your head. he leaned down on the table relaxing on his arms—a smile on his face as he watched you.
"i took cooking classes..."
"wow! what'd you learn?"
"that you didn't like my food" he patted your head as he laughed. "ok ben-" you started to say but he stopped you.
"do not talk to me. i am not speaking to you for the next three hours" he sassed but he knew he wouldn't last long without talking to you. you rolled your eyes playfully.
"but ben, i'm sorry" you got up and and jumped on him, wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly not letting go. he tried to pull you off but only your grip around him got tighter, so he did the same thing; wrapping his arms around you and laying on the couch. you let go of him and tried to get up but he didn't let go.
"ben" you whined as you tried to push his away. "don't eat my food one time, i will not feed you"
"then i'll call police" you shot at him. "and i'll call gordon ramsey" he shot back.
"oh no" you said in a frightened voice causing you both to laugh.
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FanfictionImagines of Ben Hardy and his portrayals of Roger Taylor and Warren Worthington. I am doing request so messages me anytime if you want a imagine. All formats are going to be in "y/n" even if you do request, I will not put personal names for the re...
