Y/n :
It was a quiet day in buzzy bee town, nothing to disturb the peace. I'm outside sipping my delicious coffee when an annoying bee flies up to me, almost as if
on purpose.
It crashes into the window, and falls to the ground. In a way I feel bad, so I scoop him up on a leaf and set him down on the table.
"Hello Little guy, what's your name??" I ask, not expecting an answer.
"Hi, my name is Barry and I'm sorry for crashing into your window, I'll pay for the damage."
"EEAAAAAÁÆGHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK"
I yell as he starts talking to me.
he leans on the plant holder and asks
"you, like jazz???"
uhm
wtf
is a bee talking to me
fr???
YOU ARE READING
Barry bee x reader
WerewolfIf you read this story, you are attracted to bees, specifically the same gender as you... THAT MEANS YOUR GAY🤠🤠🤠🤠 enjoy hoes
