Dreams Of Honey (barry bee benson x bob the builder x reader)

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Y/n was an ordinary human, with h/c hair and big e/c shining orbs... but something was missing. They woke up , their hand already fumbling for the remote, as they switched on their favourite reality tv show : Strictly Come Dancing. y/n had the biggest crush on Bob, one of the upcoming contestants on the show, with his gorgeous hair and his wise, twinkling eyes, he was such a dreamboat. A knock on the door brought y/n out of their daydream, and they opened the window to let their childhood friend, Barry B Benson in. Barry and y/n had been friends since they were kids, and y/n had to admit... he was painfully handsome. He was ripped af and was almost as dreamy as Bob, but whenever they flirted with him, he was adamant that he had a partner.

Barry seemed to have a 6th sense when it came to y/n gushing about Bob, as he took one look at their face and immediately started mumbling excuses. 'I've got to go to the shops' was all he could think of. Y/n eyed him with suspicion 'Then why did you come over here? You interrupted Strictly!' Barry began to sweat, his brain was overheating trying to come up with a plausible excuse, after all, bees aren't good at justifying going to the shops. 

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Barry flew down the street, a wad of cash in his hand. No, he didn't steal. The only excuse his weak bee brain could come up with is that he needed money to go to the shop. Of course, Barry didn't need to go to the shops, he just needed to get out of y/n's house. He knew they were about to start gushing over Bob the builder. Normally, he wouldn't have minded, but now he felt as if he heard them talking about how perfect Bob is, he would want to gouge his eyes out, and stuff his ears with red hot pokers, just to avoid hearing about it. 

Don't get me wrong, Barry didn't hate Bob, in fact, until recently, he was Bob's biggest fanboy and would have frequent, in-depth conversations with y/n about every word that ever fell out of Bob's mouth. However, recently there was an..... incident, and now, hearing y/n gush about Bob made him violently uncomfortable. Although, he tried to not let them realise anything was wrong, he could tell y/n was getting suspicious. Looking across the street, Barry's eyes locked with a familiar pair of black eyes.

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Y/n was feeling slightly guilty. They knew something was up with Barry, but they doubted he was ever going to tell them what was wrong. So they decided to follow him. Y/n saw Barry head up to the café across the street. They'd never really had him down as the café type, especially not that snobby one for asses. Any and all concern melted away, though, when y/n heard the considerable crowd gathered around the entrance yelling 'OMG it's Bob the builder~~~ Pplleeaassee marry me ugh!' and other variations. Suddenly the crowd started screeching as if scandalised. Y/n pushed to the front to get a better view, but as soon as they saw what the crowd was yelling about, they were shocked into silence.

 Bob was there. But so was Barry, and they were holding hands. Bob looked straight at y/n, with his steely gaze and gave a slight nod of affirmation. Y/n had no clue what the fuck it meant. Regardless, they almost fainted. But...

Who would be their Strictly dance partner now?