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Nobody Knows I’m A Lesbian
Ben Gillies Headcanons
Okay, I’m getting into the swing of this (no ones even gonna see this). This is just how you two started dating cus im too lazy to write anything else,
As I’ve said before, this is set in the Freakshow era once he’s EIGHTEEN.
In his book, Ben talked about how he was one of those boys that would call out shit to the girls he liked, like the annoying class clowns.
So he definitely did that shit to you. He’d purposely sit behind you in the classes you had together just so he could throw stuff at you, or onto your desk, kick your chair, whisper stupid comments to you, all that junk. If you were in the canteen line, he’d push in front of you. If you were sitting down at lunch, or studying, he’d come up to you just to say some silly comment that had you sighing and looking the other way.
But eventually he’d take it too far, and in one of the classes you couldn’t help but turn around and tell him to fuck off. He could hear that you were upset, because of course you were. He’d been throwing scrunched up pieces of paper at the back of your head for the past 20 minutes of class. He opened his eyes and realised he should probably leave you alone. He immediately felt extremely bad and like he had ruined any chance of being with you.
Because for some reason in teenage boys' minds they think the way to get a girl to like them is to torment them.
At the end of class he’d try to say sorry, but you just stormed out of class and straight to your locker
But this is Ben. He wouldn't let you go like that. He’d keep trying and trying to talk to you, til you had no choice but to listen to him. He’d definitely catch you after school walking home, and insist that he needed to talk to you, and you HAD to listen.
Since he is such a romantic, he’d take you to the local tuck shop to buy you a drink and apologise. And fuck it, why not tell you his feelings while he’s at it.
You told him to fuck off once again. You took the drink and walked the other way. Why waste your time with a prick like him? So you opened the drink, and sipped on it all the way home. But the whole way home and the rest of the night all you can think about is…Ben? The prick that had been tormenting you all year? And he liked you? This was too weird for you to just ignore. He started to get into your brain. The way he laughs and has a good time with his mates. The way his long brown hair looked so silky and light. His locks would be nice to run your fingers through. And not to mention his voice, and his lips, and his hands, and oh no, looks like you’re forming a bit of a crush❗️
So the next day you think maybe you should talk to him. Or at least not ignore him. But Ben had a bruised ego after your rejection the night before, so HE was the one to avoid you. You weren't sure how to take that. But you sure as hell weren't going to go out of your way for him. Yes, you had new found feelings for him, but if he didn't change his behaviour then you wouldn't be too sad to wait for them to fizzle out.
Then you had a class with him. Let me tell you, he was sweating bullets. He was so nervous and anxious, and just plain humiliated. He knew he’d been an ass, and now he was facing the consequences. He got to class early for the first time in his life just so he could make sure he got a seat as far away from you as possible.
So he was quite surprised when you chose to sit next to him. You didn't say anything, but you did give him a smile. Let him know that you at least didn't hate him. If he could, he would have swooned. He was in heaven, even though it was only a smile.
But goddam, did he love your smile. No one's smile was perfect. Your smile could have been croaked, uneven, squish your cheeks up to your eyes, or just not look the way you wanted it to, but Ben didn't care. Because he thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
All you two did all class was just send short glances each other's way, a few smiles, and a lot of sweating from Ben. It felt good not having things thrown at you, or your chair being kicked. It also felt nice having him shut his mouth around you. He was slowly proving he wasn't such a prick after all.
The end of class couldn't have arrived any slower. Ben was almost jumping out of his seat to talk to you, but he needed to do it in private. So at the end of class he almost begged to talk to you after school again. You agreed as long as he bought you another drink, and of course he complied. Secretly, you would have gone anyway.
And it was that little meet up after school that really set you two in stone. He asked you out once again, but this time you didn't tell him to fuck off. You instead gave him a little kiss on his cheek.
Oh boy did he blush. He likes to act like he's all big and tough, but he's really a big softie. He loves cheek and forehead kisses. He loves holding hands, and tracing small circles with his thumb on the back of your hand. He loves wrapping his arm around your waist or shoulders to pull you closer into his side. And he loves hugs. Genuinely, half of your time spent with Ben is just cuddling. But who's going to complain??
Okay that was shit (and no one's gonna read this).
Might write general headcanons, but I might not.🤷🏻♀️
҉ ben gillies ; tomorrow