multi-fandom one shots

ben barnes x actress!reader (pt 1)

word count for part 1: 3,128
type: fluff
warnings: y/n is a confirmed bisexual, light swearing, mentions of a dagger
pronouns used: she/her
a/n: this feels like a really slow burn so if you don't like that, sorry

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"ben ben ben ben ben."

"what do you want, y/n?"

"you remember how you have all the cherries in your trailer?"

"yes?"

"can you please bring me some?"

"but it's such a long walk," ben whines.

"please please please," i ask, wrapping my hands around his neck.

he just rolls his eyes. "fine. but you owe me."

i smile brightly and bounce in the balls of my feet. "thank you. thank you. thank you!" i say,
untangling my arms from his neck and allowing him to walk away.

"y/n! get over here!"

i turn to the director who's looking directly at me. "oh! sorry. coming!" i say, running over to the man.

he hands some fake daggers. "can you practice throwing those at..." he notices and old tree and points to it, "that? we need you to use those for a scene."

i nod. "aye aye captain," i say, walking over to the tree.

i start throwing them at the old tree until something interrupts me.

"remind me to never anger you."

i turn around and spot ben with a handful of cherries in a cup in his palm. i squeal a bit, snatching the cup from him. "okie dokie," i
say, plopping one of the cherries in my mouth.

ben just shakes his head at me. "i'll
never understand you," he says.

"what do you mean?" i ask, spitting out the seed.

"you have such a fun spirit, but you're always cast as a mean character," he says, leaning against a nearby tree.

"i can be mean when i want, but i usually don't want to," i say.

ben just shakes his head again. he starts laughing at me as i spit out another seed and throw another one of the daggers.

"you're an enigma."

"thank you."

"that wasn't a compliment."

"exactly."

——

ben was sitting directly in front of me, practically laying down with my stomach as a pillow. my hands was in between both of his, playing with the assortment of rings i had on my fingers.

"why do you wear so many rings?" he asks, twisting a snake one around my finger.

"so you can play with them," i say.

ben looks up at me, his fingers still around the ring. "really?"

"no. i wear them because they look cool."

ben scoffs, a look of fake offense painted on his face. i just laugh at him. he slips one of the simpler black rings off my finger and puts it on his hand.

"that's what you get for that," he says, flashing the ring in my face.

i only laugh harder, causing ben to laugh with me.