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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 months

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: this is about to be super self indulgent but could you by any chance do a spencer reid x barista!reader maybe he keeps going back to the same cafe or something and memorizes like little facts about coffee or something lol i love your writing so much!!

Summary: Spencer keeps going back to the same coffee shop not because of the coffee but because of a certain someone that never fails to make him smile.

Square Filled: invisible string by taylor swift for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

“I need a double shot espresso and a strawberry refresher,” you call to your coworkers. You’re working the register when a tall man walks up to the counter. Man, he is super cute. “Hi, what can I get for you?”

“I don’t come here often but I hear you don’t take large cups? What are they called?”

“Venti?”

“Yeah, that,” he chuckles. “What do you recommend?”

“I personally love anything caramel. It gives me enough sugar to counteract the bitterness of the coffee.”

“I’ll do that, then.”

Man, he is clueless but he’s so cute. You’re not sure if this is a bit or if this is who he actually is but you like it.

“What kind of coffee do you want?”

“Hazelnut Americano with caramel drizzle.”

“You got it. Anything else?”

“No.”

“Name?”

“Spencer Reid.”

He pays for his coffee and you start making his order since there is no one else in line. You write his name on the cup and walk to the pickup section and call his name. The way he bounces over to the counter is kind of cute.

“Have a nice day, Spencer,” you grin and hand it to him.

“Thank you. You, too!”

The next day when Spencer comes in, he is more confident. He’s still nervous since he finds you attractive but he’s not going to let that stop him.

“Hey, I remember you. You ordered the hazelnut Americano yesterday,” you smile and greet him. You yawn and cover your mouth. “Sorry. It doesn’t matter how much coffee I drink, I am still tired.”

“Did you know that coffee was discovered by an Ethiopian goat herder?”

“I did not but it makes sense. He needed all that energy to round up all the goats. What’s your name again?”

“Spencer.”

“Yes, that was it. Sorry, I have a terrible memory.”

“I have an eidetic one.”

“What is that?”

“An eidetic memory is the ability to recall an image from memory with high precision—at least for a brief period—after seeing it only once and without using a mnemonic device. I have an IQ of 187 and can read twenty-thousand words a minute.”

“So, you’re really smart?”

“Yes,” he chuckles.

“Okay, come back tomorrow and I’ll have a fact for you.”

“Deal.”

There is a line forming behind him so Spencer quickly orders and leaves just as fast as he came. You have to wait an entire day to see him again and this time, you have a fact lined up for him.

“Hi, Spencer,” you smile. “I think I got a good fact for you today.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Did you know that ketchup was once sold as a medicine?”

“In the 1830s, it was believed that the condiment could cure almost anything, including indigestion, diarrhea, and even jaundice,” he nods.

“Alright, smarty-pants, I’ll have to try harder tomorrow.”

“I have one for you about coffee. Did you know that bees love the taste of coffee?”

“Is that why they always fly near me when I’m having my morning coffee in my sunroom?”

“It might be.”

Another line is forming so you grab his coffee order and move on with your life. The only thing you’re looking forward to now is Spencer when he comes in. He shows up the next morning at the same time he’s been showing up, and you find yourself smiling because of him.

“Spencer! The usual?”

“Actually, get me your favorite drink.”

“Are you sure? You’re not allergic to anything?”

“Nope.”

“Coming right up.” You ring him up and accept his cash. “I have another fact, and I think it’s a good one. Did you know the Vikings discovered America and not Christopher Columbus?”

“Yes, approximately five hundred years before Christopher Columbus, the Scandinavian explorer Thorvald, brother of Leif Erikson and son of Erik the Red, died in battle in modern-day Newfoundland.”

“Okay, you’re good.”

Spencer blushes at your small compliment. “My head is filled with facts that I can’t seem to forget like coffee beans are actually the seeds from the coffee plant’s berry-like fruits. The coffee plant is a shrub that grows in tropical climates in parts of Africa, Asia, South America and North America. It produces an edible berry-like fruit known as a coffee cherry, which typically contains two coffee beans. These beans are then processed and roasted to create the coffee we know and love.”

“I did not know that.” You really like talking to him but every time he comes in, there is a line forming behind him. You have to move on so you put in his order. You turn to your coworker who barely begins to make his order. “Can you take this? I want to make his cup.”

“Sure, smitten kitten,” she grins.

You grab the empty cup and make your favorite drink for Spencer. When you’re done, you write your number on the side of it in hopes he will use it.

“Spencer?” He walks up to the counter and you smile. “Here you go.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here.”

Spencer doesn’t notice your number until he gets to his car. He smiles which makes you smile because that is a good sign that he likes what you did. The next day, he comes in with someone. He hasn’t used your number yet but maybe he’s nervous. The man with the dark skin encourages Spencer to make a move on you, and he pushes him toward you.

“Hi, Spencer,” you smile.

“Hi. This is my friend and coworker, Derek Morgan.”

“Hi, Derek.” You turn to Spencer. “I got one for you. I really think I’ll get you this time. Did you know that in Ancient Egypt, the New Year celebration was called Wepet Renpet?”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Wait, really?” you gasp.

“Are you serious?” Derek asks Spencer at the same time as you.

“I’m sorry, yeah, I did.” You tip your head back and laugh. “While we celebrate New Year’s Day on January 1, the Ancient Egyptian tradition was different every year. Meaning ‘the opener of the year’, Wepet Renpet was a way to mark the annual flooding of the Nile River, which usually happened sometime in July. The Egyptians tracked Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, to time their festivities.”

“You know, one day, I’m gonna get you. I’m gonna know something you don’t.”

“I’ve been barking up that tree for years now,” Derek chuckles. You and Spencer look at him and he nods in understanding. “I’ll go wait over there.”

“What can I get you two?”

“Caramel Macchiato and a Hazelnut Americano.”

“Is that all?”

Spencer looks at Derek who nods in encouragement.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he stutters.

He blushes as he talks which is super cute.

“I’d love to.”

“Great. I still have your number. I was nervous about using it but I will now.”

“Don’t wait too long,” you grin.

There is something pulling you and Spencer together, something of an invisible string.

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stories4you04-x · 26 days

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Dearest Readers,

When overhearing being the wife of Anthony Bridgerton was like a dream I thought it wasnt true. A dream that one must dream of living. He is according to his wife the most caring and loving husband but when in public he is different. He had a different personality. A sense of regality one dreams of achieving. One that his newlywed wife Y/N could easily match for events and balls during the season. But this article is how he dropped this facade in public...

"Anthony do you feel up to a walk today the weather is ever so lovely" Y/N announced to her husband who was sat in a chair reading the book he was currently reading. "Yes the weather is lovely today I believe a walk would be quite nice" Anthony said whilst placing his bookmark in his book and settling it on the table beside him. It only took a few minutes for the newlywed pair to get ready.

They walked hand in hand in the local park which was surrounded with other people. As they walked people bowed or tipped their hats towards them as there was an aura of regalness that surrounded the pair. "Anthony look Hyacinths we must pick some for your mother she does love this flower" he smiled at the way she practically dragged him over towards the flowers. "Very well I guess we should mother has been feeling a little down recently maybe these can lift her spirits" she nodded and started to pick ones that looked big and full of life without a care in the world. However Anthony looked around and noticed a few bees buzzing around the flowers. "Y/N please be careful" she turned around to him "whatever for?" He looked panicked and said "there are bees" she smiled "they will be fine im not making them angry" she continued to pick them not realising the one she had picked had a bee nestled withing one of the flowers which travelled onto her collar bone.

Anthony had turned around to look at his wife as she had stopped to bask in the sun she smiled at him until she saw his face drop and she looked confused at him "Anthony whats wrong?" He shouted "Stay still please" His wife started walking towards him "why what's the matter my love?" He had tears in his eyes "please just stay still" she looked down as she felt something crawling on her and she realised a bee was on her collar. She wafted the bee for it to fly away. Anthony got scared as he heard her cry "ouch it stung me" he couldn't breathe "no no no no Y/N stay with me please" he pleaded holding onto her face "love what is the matter its just a sting I am fine" It wasnt until he was fully panicking on the floor within his wifes arms that he began to calm "but you got stung you could die" she seemed shocked at how he announced the statement "love you can't die from a sting unless the person is allergic" he calmed slightly "what can I do to get you to calm fully" he thought "can we get a doctor to check please my wife I can't loose you" she looked into his eyes as she held him "of course we will go straight away but let's enjoy the sun for a little longer"

She was getting a full body check by the doctor under Anthony's orders. He waited outside pacing back and forth whilst his two brothers benedict and Colin sat in the nearest chairs "Anthony sit down she is going to be fine" Colin pleaded. "No my wife is in there she got stung" he started panicking again until Benedict stood and grabbed Anthony's shoulder and forced him into the chair "she is going to be fine if something was to happen it would have happened by now so calm down and sit still for a few more minutes the doctor should be done soon" Benedict then sat in the other chair. Violet heard all the commotion upstairs and went to find out whatever was happening "sons what is happening?" Anthony stood and hugged his mother "Y/N got stung picking those Hyacinths for you downstairs and she is with the doctor right now she said she was ok but I'm scared I can loose her too mother" she placed a hand on his cheek as he released from the hug "Anthony your wife is a strong woman if she says she is ok then she is perfectly ok" he nodded and sat back down.

A few minutes later the door opened Anthony jumped out of his chair. The doctor said nothing but nodded towards the four standing at the door "go Anthony" his mother said pushing him towards the door. "Y/N love is everything ok the doctor said nothing" he walked towards the bed where she was laying "perfectly ok" she smiled and he released a breath he did not realise he was holding "However..." his breath hitched again "...there was something he found. He was quiet because I swore him to secrecy until I told you and the family" he was stressed "love what was it?" She smiled at him "I am with child" his jaw dropped and a few seconds later his face contorted into a smile "A... A baby?" She nodded "You are to be a father" she announced and he cheered ran out the room and told everyone outside. She could hear the claps and cheers outside and he ran back in and gave her a kiss full of passion "Anthony calm down I know its exciting but I don't want to have to call the doctor back because you have hurt yourself"

It took a few days for the news to be spread and be written into Lady Whistledowns article. The newlywed couldn't have been more happy for a singular bee sting to be the product of such big news.

A/N I am rubbish at writing I don't know where I just got this inspo but I just had to write I hope you enjoy 😊

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astyrial · 7 months

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beekeeper of my heart spencer reid x fem!reader (meeting) synopsis: spencer makes a visit to an expert word count: 1.2k warnings: cussing masterlist | requests are open

"and what might you be doing here, agent... reid?"

spencer slowly crosses his arms in front of his chest, as if he's attempting to seem more intimidating than he ever was. he purses his lips as his eyes peer around the front porch of your house, "i'm here regarding information about bees and their poison. i read up on the topic, but my boss wanted me to meet someone who knows more about it. there was a murder just outside of town and the deciding factor was bee venom."

you raise your eyebrows, realizing that words spread quickly in a small town. "ahh, so you've been told of my little bee farm," a soft smile spreads across your face, your shoulder resting against the doorframe.

"yes, the chief says he occasionally buys honey down here. so, the main component of venom responsible for pain in vertebrates is a toxin called melittin," spencer starts explaining what information he needed to know, starting off with facts that he already knows.

a little part of you is impressed of his knowledge of bees. while the other half of you wonders what he possibly needs to know that he couldn't research on the internet. you bite your lip, widening your eyes a little as you wait for the agent to give you some sort of explanation.

spencer uncrosses his arms, instead putting his hands on his hips, "well, there seems to be a therapy called apitherapy. bee venom is used to help with arthritis and such, but it isn't widespread. so, the reason i came here was to ask if you know anything more about it."

"about bee venom therapy? i mean, i know that people use honey for a lot of health purposes. but not venom. especially because it can cause anaphylaxis and different allergic reactions. shoot that up in someone's veins and it could go terrible..." you shake your head, shrugging your shoulders, unsure how you could help the agent at all.

he looks down for a second, scrunching up his face a little. that was certainly not the answer he was looking for. you sigh, remembering a conversation you had with a fellow beekeeper who lived a town over, "i do remember talking to another beekeeper who lives about fifteen minutes out? why don't you come in from the heat and i can explain the rest," you stand back, ushering him in.

"that's only if you want to of course, we can stand outside too," you offer, realizing that you have an arsenal of bees and could very well be a suspect of what seems to be a rather heinous crime.

spencer nods, taking a couple steps into your front room. it's filled with greenery and flowers, including a rug that is in the shape of a leaf. it's bright and clearly an homage to your love of nature and bees. he turns around to see you shutting the screen door, letting the air in.

"so, you can have a seat if you like," you sit down yourself, not evening waiting for him to decide to start talking, "his name was john, uh no, his name was steve johnson. he loved bees, has millions of them probably. it's easy to get different species and stuff over the internet. well, he reached out to me to have my buckfast bees."

he ends up sitting down, leaning forward to hear more about these 'buckfast' bees. it's definitely for his thirst for knowledge, and not the sweet aroma that settles around you. it oddly resembles that of honey.

"well it doesn't have a deadlier sting, but it's a bit more aggressive. and i'm curious, naturally, so i ask why he would want my buckfast bees. i only have one colony and would rather not trade them. he mentions that sometimes he gets bears, total lie by the way," you laugh, the thought of bears where you live? ridiculous.

sure you had a couple of bear sightings, but none ever got close to your farm. and when you did speak to steve before, he had always agreed with you. "we both rarely get bears by our colonies. well, he wanted them to defend the rest of the colonies. after i said no, he said, quote, 'fuck you, i have an africanized colony in line anyway'. so i hung up."

spencer raises his eyebrows for a second, his eyes wide in wondering what any of this could mean. he waits for a second, trying to think of what he could say in response to your comments.

"africanized bees are aggressive, they send signals so more than one sting. sometimes they're even called killer bees. most people don't have them in the united states. so, hopefully that helps you. not saying steve did it, but he's the first person that came to mind..." you finish, wearily giving him a smile.

he returns a smile in your direction, scratching the back of his neck, "yes thank you for all of your help. i'll have my team look into it, in the meantime, for curiosity's sake. could you show me your beehives? we don't have many cases that include things like this."

you nod happily, given the chance to show anyone your beehives, you take it. especially when the person asking isn't from your hometown and is interesting.

"absolutely agent reid, if you follow me out my back door i can give you a look see," you usher him over, walking out of the room and unlocking the back door. before the two of you leave the house, spencer quickly says something.

"spencer, you can call me spencer. i get called agent and doctor way too much," he waves his hand while following you out the back door. much to his surprise you agree with him, mentioning your phd in sciences regarding bees and wasps, "oh so you're a doctor then?"

you shrug, "a doctor feels as though i'm in medical work, but it's still a title i hold. now, doctor spencer, here are my bees."

in front of the two of you sits a row of hives. some are farther away than others, based on species of honey bees. some are flying around the area and landing on flowers that are growing wildly. you look back at a twinge of wonder on spencer's face. it's small but with the sunset's hues it's quite memorable.

"it's amazing, i'm not one for being near insects but it really is amazing to see. thank you," spencer turns around to look at you as well, his eyes resting comfortably on yours.

despite having only met you for fifteen minutes maybe, spencer can't help but feel as if he's known you forever. your voice and the way it carries through the air to feels all too familiar for a woman he's just met. especially over a mysterious case that the bau wouldn't normally pick up.

"it was nice to meet you, granted the circumstances of course, doctor y/n," spencer gives you a sweet smile, unsure of what to say next.

of course he'd like to say something suave. something to convince you to visit him in virginia. “thanks doctor spencer. if you ever wanna extract some honey with me, let me know. i have an extra beekeeper suit.”

and just maybe he didn’t need to be suave, he just needed to be a little sweet.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid angst #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic

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happygirl2oo2 · 6 months

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Every reference I could find to Sherlock's love of bees in Elementary, organized by episode number

season 1 episode 1:

Watson, walking onto the Brownstone's rooftop to find Sherlock and surprised to see beehives there next to him: "Um, did you know that honey was dripping through the ceiling?" Sherlock, sitting and looking at his beehives: "Yes. Happens sometimes." Watson: "I take it beekeeping is a hobby." Sherlock: "I'm writing a book. Practical Handbook of Bee Culture with Some Observations Upon the Segregation of the Queen. Up here. I've just started Chapter 19."

season 1 episode 5:

Sherlock, explaining how he knows someone: "We frequent the same beekeeping chat room. He has an impressive collection of Caucasians. Species of bee."

season 1 episode 7:

Watson: "There was a client back here a little while ago who was also interested in beekeeping." Edson: "Sure. You mean Sherlock."

season 1 episode 9:

*Sherlock is wearing a shirt with the writing “Bee 92” on it*

season 1 episode 12:

Sherlock: "Our six weeks together are very nearly up, Watson. In a matter of days, your room will be vacant. I'm very seriously considering turning it into one large apiary."

and

M, about Sherlock torturing him: "You figured out where you're gonna start yet?" Sherlock, looking over his table of torture devices that he brought that is shown to include a few beehives: "I have not. I had hoped to use the bees in some fashion, but then it occurred to me you might be allergic."

and

Sherlock: "Watson, what is it?" Watson: "I called your father last night. Given everything that's happened, I recommended staying on longer." Sherlock: "And?" Watson: "He agreed." Sherlock: "I suppose the apiary will have to wait."

season 1 episode 17:

Crabtree: "Delivery for you, Mr. Holmes." Sherlock: " Thank you, Crabtree, but I'm afraid I c… Oh, my God. Is that…?" Watson: "A bee in a box? Yes, it is. Fairly unimpressive as far as bribes go." Sherlock: "Not if you're an apiculturist. That's an Osmia avosetta. Solitary bee famed for building exquisite nests from flower petals. It's on the verge of extinction. Crabtree, this is exquisite. I cannot accept it. Please, tell Mr. Lydon not to contact me again."

and

[BEE BUZZING] Watson: "Hey, why do you have the box with the bee in it?" Sherlock: "We took Gerald Lydon's case." Watson: "We did?" Sherlock: "Well, frankly I couldn't say no to him. It would have felt like denying a dying man his last wish. We are taking this home, and then we are going to the genetics lab which confirmed his diagnosis."

and

Sherlock: "Close that door immediately!" Watson: "What's up? Sherlock: "I was examining the Osmia avosetta that Gerald Lydon gave me and it got loose." Watson: "Oh, so there's an almost-extinct bee flying around in here?" Sherlock: "Yes, and I would rather it didn't get out."

season 1 episode 19:

Miss Hudson, to Sherlock: "Oh, and I stacked your monographs that you wrote on your desk. I liked the one about queen bees."

season 1 episode 20:

Sherlock: "Another reason to dislike Milverton. He keeps cats." Watson, sarcastically: "Well, he should get himself a real pet, like a beehive." *Sherlock gives her a look*

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[CELL PHONE RINGING] Sherlock, answering his phone: "Brownstone is on fire, my bees have escaped, and there is a giant comet headed for Manhattan." Watson: "Excuse me?" Sherlock: "The way the evening is going, I thought you could only be calling with more good news."

season 1 episode 21:

Sherlock: "What kind of an allergy requires a medical alert bracelet?" Watson: "Uh, anything that could bring on anaphylactic shock, certain foods, medicine, insect bites." Sherlock: " Exactly. A moment ago, I could have sworn I saw an Africanized honeybee." Watson: "How do you "Africanize" something?" Sherlock: "It's a term to describe a particularly aggressive species. It's odd to… Odd to see them here. They're not native to New York. It's almost as if someone has placed it here on a route known to be frequented by Hillary Taggart." Watson: "So you think he's planning a murder by bee?" Sherlock: "The hive will be facing southeast in dappled sunlight with minimal wind. And here they are, newly formed and flourishing. Oh, yes. And here is the food source. Someone's feeding them sugar water so they multiply even faster." Watson: "Well, it's pretty baroque way to kill someone, isn't it? I mean, cultivate bees, feed them, and then poke the hive with a stick every time Hillary Taggart runs by?" Sherlock: "Well, he might be planning to swipe her with lemongrass oil beforehand, make sure they're attracted to her. It's actually quite a tidy plan. You know, she flees, bees sting-- tragic accident." Watson: "If she's that allergic to bee stings, then she's gonna have an EpiPen." Sherlock: "Well, an EpiPen would work against one or two stings, but how effective is it gonna be against an army of bee assassins?" Watson: "If the man we are looking for is feeding these bees, he's gonna have to come here eventually." Sherlock: "Yeah. Quite soon, I'd imagine, 'cause the sugar water's getting low." Watson: "Ugh, great. So we get to stake out a hive of killer bees."

season 1 episode 24:

[Watson walks onto the brownstone's rooftop to find Sherlock sitting and looking at his beehives with a magnifying glass] Sherlock: "Do you remember the rare bee I was given for proving that Gerald Lydon had been poisoned?" Watson: "The bee in the box, sure." Sherlock: "Osmia avoseta is its own species, which means it should not be able to reproduce with other kinds of bees. And yet, nature is infinitely wily." Watson: "So box bee got another bee pregnant?" Sherlock: "Quite so. Which means, they should be reclassified as an entirely new species. First newborn of which… is about to crawl its way into sunlight." Watson: "Oh, my God." Sherlock: "As the discoverer of the species, the privilege of naming the creatures falls to me. Allow me to introduce you to Euglassa Watsonia." Watson, surprised and then touched: You named a bee after me? You named a bee after me." Sherlock: "Should be dozens more within the hour. If you'd like, I could come and get you once they're all here. Watson: "That's all right. I think I'll just watch."

season 2 episode 12:

[sherlock is shown taking a box out of his beehive]

and

Watson: "You didn't show me these letters. You hid them in a beehive."

and

[sherlock is shown taking the box back into his beehive]

season 3 episode 10:

Barbara: "Barbara Conway. I'm senior vice president of…" Sherlock: "Senior vice president of AgriNext's GMO research division. Quite the corporate monstrosity, AgriNext, hmm? In addition to your dominance in agricultural industries, there is powerful evidence to suggest that your neonicotinoid insecticides are the culprits in the ongoing bee genocide known as colony collapse disorder. Would you care to comment on that?" Barbara: "When you told my assistant you had some questions, was that just a lie to get in and harass me?" Sherlock: "Ms. Conway, are you familiar with the name Clay Dubrovensky?" Barbara: "No." Sherlock: "What about the Wutai Pingtung orchid?" Barbara: "I'm sorry. What?" Sherlock: "You are very good at feigning innocence. Perhaps it's all that lying about the bees."

season 3 episode 11:

Watson: "Can you imagine how she feels when she looks at it?" Sherlock: "I have done. Repeatedly. My name is Sherlock, and I have allowed empathetic thoughts to clutter my mind and reduce the clarity of my perception." Watson: "So you called in the bees to crowd out caring." Sherlock: "To no avail."

season 3 episode 14:

Mr. Joseph: "Mr. Holmes, thank you for agreeing to see me. We've actually met before-- sort of." Sherlock: "You're BeeBeeKing17." Mr. Joseph: "I am. (chuckles) You're a detective. I know from your posts. I have a bit of a problem…" Sherlock: "I'm gonna stop you right there, Mr. Joseph. I can't help you." Mr. Joseph: "You don't know what I'm asking." Sherlock: "I don't need to. In the four years I've frequented your Web site, I've sent you no fewer than 13 letters detailing my proposed solutions to the phenomenon known as colony collapse disorder. You have sent me exactly zero replies." Mr. Joseph: "You know how much correspondence I get?" Sherlock: "I've got no idea. I do know, however, that mine is backed by quality thinking. If you'd bothered to find that out, you wouldn't find yourself without a detective in your hour of need." Mr. Joseph: "Is there some way that I can make this up to you?" Sherlock: "I suppose, if you were to publish my theories on gamma rays as a potential solution to CCD, then I might be able to hear you out." Mr. Joseph: "Gamma rays? They… they've worked in a couple instances, but they… they don't scale as an answer. They're too dangerous. You give John Q. Beekeeper access to gamma rays, he'll melt his face off." Sherlock: "A fact I addressed in my most recent letter." Mr. Joseph: "Fine. Yeah, I'll put it on the site." Sherlock: "I also require that you change your online user name. The cheap punnery of "BeeBeeKing17" is offensive to musicians and apiarists alike. You'll make the change?" Mr. Joseph: "I guess." Sherlock: "Good. So what seems to be the problem?"

season 3 episode 20:

Sherlock (on the other line of the phone): "Watson, you still over there?" Watson: "Yes, I'm still here, because I can't go home, because of you. Why did you bring the bees in the house anyway?" Sherlock, shown to be standing in their kitchen while wearing his beekeeper suit and surrounded by bees: "Varroa mites are a pernicious threat to the colony. I intended a thorough inspection, as well as an application of baker's sugar as a preventative measure. My thoughts were concerned with colony collapse. I failed to see the more urgent threat of table collapse." Watson: "Wait a second. You're not talking about my table, are you? The one that I bought for my apartment?" Sherlock: "Two hours should be sufficient to return the hive to stasis. I'll be in touch."

season 3 episode 23 (the entire episode but especially):

Unnamed cop: "If you guys work for the USDA, why didn't you just say so?" Watson: "We don't. My partner's on a beekeeping message board with a few of their researchers. They asked us to come and have a look, since it's one of their colleagues that died."

and

Sherlock: "You might want to tell your colleague that the apiarist is not a strong suspect. Unnamed cop: "The hell she isn't. She was the only other person out here when this thing happened." Sherlock: " And as far as Watson and I have been able to discern, utterly devoid of any motive-- unlike the soulless corporate golem that is AgriNext." Unnamed cop: "You think a company did this?" Sherlock: "It wouldn't be the first time they'd harbored a killer." Watson: "He's right-- we found one there a few months ago. So what makes you think they did this?" Sherlock: "Elevated levels of Colony Collapse Disorder along the Northeast." Watson: "You putting that on AgriNext, too?" Sherlock: "Everett Keck did. His notes strongly suggest that the company's neonicotinoid pesticides are the cause." Unnamed cop: "So this guy was killed over some dead bees?" Sherlock: "A hundred million dead bees. The regional numbers are so anomalous that an international apiary summit has been convened at Garrison University to discuss the problem this week. Everett Keck's notes suggest he was willing to cut short that debate and lay the blame squarely at the feet of AgriNext."

and

Watson: "Oh… Looks like you opened up a satellite office for the Department of Agriculture in here." Sherlock: "25,000 species of bee-- always much to learn." Watson: "Well, if you're planning on picking up where Keck left off, it might be nice to solve his murder first."

and

Watson: "So you think that Keck tried to kill his boss to cover up poisoning a few bee hives?" Sherlock: "More than a few. I've come to believe that Everett Keck was not just studying Colony Collapse Disorder. Everett Keck was Colony Collapse Disorder incarnate. You might recall my recent concern over varroas in my own hives. These fears were born out of rumblings on BeeCircuit.com. Most of the talk on the spike of this season's colony death rate centered around the spread of deadly mites." Watson: "Okay, but I thought Keck was gonna prove it was pesticides. Sherlock: "That's what his note suggested. That's what he intended to report, but the data suggests that the parasites were appearing in greater than expected numbers everywhere he went." Watson: "You did all this overnight? Sherlock: "You know I outsource arithmetic to Harlan. Okay, so, that's Keck. And there are three other ASI researchers. He found more mites than the others. Many more. According to Harlan, the variance between Keck and his colleagues cannot be explained away by known confounds. The odds that Mr. Keck was not actively spreading varroa mites everywhere he went approaches one in 29,000." Watson: "So, there isn't a spike in Colony Collapse Disorder after all." Sherlock: "Every dead hive is a tragedy. But outside of one nefarious USDA field researcher, no, the CCD baseline would not be inflated at all." Watson: "Why would he do something like this?" Sherlock: "I don't know. I'm fairly certain, however, he had help. The heart attack that almost killed Calvin Barnes occurred whilst Mr. Keck was doing his rounds in Connecticut." Watson: "He had a partner." Sherlock: "We've solved one murder. Now we just have the remaining 100 million."

and

Tara Parker: "No. No way. You can't just write off a global issue because one guy went on a bee-killing spree." Sherlock: "I share your concerns about Colony Collapse Disorder writ large, I do. I have hives of my own. But your degree is in entomology, and, uh, the mathematicians have spoken."

and

Sherlock, excitingly surprised: "His Highness Sheik Nasser Al-Fayed is making an appearance?" Tara Parker: "Supposedly." Sherlock, explaining to Watson: "Nasser is an emir. He's a member of the royal family of Al Qasr in the United Arab Emirates. He's a black sheep. He's not trusted with state business, like his brothers." Griffin Parker, to which Sherlock is shown nodding in approvement: "He's also got the most expensive apiary on the planet. State-of-the-art hives." Sherlock: "He's a recluse. Rumors on BeeCircuit.com are that he never leaves his family's estate." Griffin Parker: "Well, I wouldn't, either. He has almost 1,000 species."

and

Sherlock: "I'm friendly with the moderator of BeeCircuit.com. You deleted your private messages, but he was able to dredge these off the server."

and

Sherlock: "You got away with kidnapping the sheik. You won't get away with what you did to Calvin Barnes. Or millions of bees."

season 4 episode 13:

Trent Garby: "I moved out because of you two. I couldn't take it anymore. The weird noises, the strange smells, the explosions, and the damn bees on the roof."

and

Watson: "Robert Frost said that fences make good neighbors. But maybe that's because there wasn't sound-dampening insulation back then. Since you are rebuilding anyway, we can have it installed for you as a belated housewarming gift. So a quieter home for you, and a neighbor who knows what he's getting into for us." Trent Garby: "You don't even know me." Watson: "We'd like to." Trent Garby: "All right. When I get the insurance settlement, I'll let you know." Watson, giving him a jar of honey: "This is from Sherlock. He wants you to know that bees can be good neighbors, too."

season 4 episode 23:

Bell: "We think he crossed with Krasnov, who was there to steal a barrel of pesticide. There's one missing." Watson: "Clothianidin is used to treat corn crops. I've heard Sherlock rail against the stuff. It's bad for bees. But it is good for explosives."

season 4 episode 24:

Morland, looking at Sherlock's hives: "They stay here even during winter, do they not?" Sherlock: "Excuse me?" Morland: " The bees. This is their home… rain or shine." Sherlock: "Yes, let's talk about bees, instead of the execution you just carried out in Yonkers."

season 5 episode 21:

Sherlock: "You might not know what Mr. Leroux looks like, but I assure you, those photographs of you showing my friend around will have the FBI and Interpol swarming your property like bees."

season 6 episode 8:

Kelsey: "I'm sorry if that sounds judgmental, but… judging you is kind of the whole point of this trip." Watson: "It's okay. I mean, you have to go through your process, right?" Kelsey: "Am I crazy, or did I see a bunch of beehives on your roof?"

season 6 episode 17:

Watson: "He named an inchworm after her?" Sherlock: "It’s not uncommon for scientists to name species after people they care for or admire. I named a honeybee after you. But I, of course, was honoring my work partner."

season 6 episode 18:

Sherlock: "We need to talk about what happens after I die." [cut to them now in the kitchen, with Watson holding a pile of pages] Watson, reading the title: "“The Last Will and Testament of Sherlock Holmes”?" Sherlock: "According to Mr. Horowitz, in three days' time, I am to be riddled with bullets by an unknown assailant in an unnamed part of the city. While I doubt that will happen, reading it did remind me that you should have a copy of the appropriate paperwork to ensure a smooth probate." Watson: "You didn't write all this up today." Sherlock: "No, I wrote it several years ago when we formalized our partnership. I just didn't give you a copy." Watson: "Am I reading this right? You left me everything?" Sherlock: "You're surprised?" Watson: "Uh… I guess I'm touched. Sherlock: " There are some directives in the back that you should review. Watson: "Instructions on what to do with your cerebellum? Sherlock: "Mmm. Also my bees. They will need a proper home."

season 6 episode 21:

Sherlock, walking into the room to find Watson filming a close video of his bees while playing a loud song: "Something I should know?" Watson: "Everyone got back to us while you were out. They said they would look into Agent Mallick if I gave them an up-close view of one of your beehives and put this song on repeat. I mean, I had to get movers to get it down here, but at least we did not have to humiliate ourselves this time." Sherlock: "Oh, you've been humiliated. You just don't realize it. One of the founding fathers of Everyone, StingSquat, is an admitted melissophiliac. He's aroused by bees. You just arranged a sex show with a cast of thousands."

season 7 episode 13:

Sherlock, sounding touched, after seeing that his hives are still in the brownstone after his years away: "You kept the bees." Watson: "I thought Arthur might find them interesting. Plus, the free honey.

#dude really loves his bees huh #cbs elementary #elementary #elementary sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes #sherlock and watson #joan and sherlock #joan watson #johnny lee miller #lucy lui #kitty winter #you named a bee after me #he named a bee after her #bees #save the bees

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (71)

*Escorts are tour guides, right?*

Prof.Sickle: Children, sit down. I am here today to tell you-

Gaius: Is it P.E already?!

Felix: I’m allergic to pushups!

Hilarius: Are we dancing again?

Florus: I’m a fragile baby!

Festus: I don’t want to run laps!

Coryo: I’m not ready!

Sejanus: Babe, you’re never ready. You hate P.E.

Coryo: Of course I hate it. I’m sh*t at running.

Lysistrata: And climbing.

Clemensia: And jumping.

Domitia: And throwing.

Iphigenia: And-

Coryo: I already know that I suck at gymnastics, okay?!

Iphigenia: You’re so skinny, Coryo.

Coryo: Thanks. You too.

Vipsania: I love P.E.😊

Juno: Of course you do, Ney Ney. Of course you do.🙄

Palmyra: What’s P.E? Is it pie?

Livia: Obviously.

Prof.Sickle: Settle down. Gym class was yesterday.

Coryo: Oh, thank Panem.

Festus: Thank you, Panem!

Vipsania: Curse you, Panem!

Prof.Sickle: Right. I’m here to tell you brats that-

Urban: Professor, is this about the bastard who stole our pretty little red skirts yesterday?

Dennis: Oh, yeah! I almost forgot about our missing skirts! So where are they?

Palmyra: Were they stolen by Dean Highbottom?😀

Io: Was it the janitor?

Florus: Was it Plinth?

Sejanus: It wasn’t me.

Florus: Was it Strabo Plinth?!

Sejanus: What the heck, Flory!

Felix: Don’t tell me it was Hilari’s creepy old man again!

Hilarius: It wasn’t.

Felix: Don’t jinx it, Heavensbee!

Arachne: It was Professor Demi-Dementia-Gloss, wasn’t it?

Gaius: I hope not.

Prof.Sickle: Who?

Coryo: Professor Demigloss. Was he the skirt stealer all along? I mean, he does have a “secret” spy cam teddy bear sitting inside his office.

Androcles: I stole it.

Prof.Sickle: You stole the old man’s teddy bear?

Androcles: Yup! I stole Mr. Fluffy Feet just because.

Prof.Sickle: Just because?!

Androcles: It’s now hiding inside Dr. Gaul’s “totally legal” creepy laboratory by the way.

Sejanus: Nice! Good job, Andie!

Prof.Sickle: You hid what where?!

Androcles: For science.

Felix: And research.

Io: Peace and love!

Coryo: We want the monster gone.

Prof.Sickle: What the heck are you brats even spouting about?!

Urban: Somebody stole our skirts in the changing room yesterday and that bastard has to pay for it!

Hilarius: And just to clarify-

Prof.Sickle: Clarify what?

Hilarius: This time, it wasn’t me.

Prof.Sickle: This time?!

Hilarius: I’m pretty sure that I was drunk and high on morphling the last time I stole a red skirt from someone other than Coryo or Urban-

Urban: Hilari, did you steal my f*ckin’ red skirt again?!

Hilarius: Do I look like a skirt stealer to you?

Everyone: Yes, yes you do.

Urban: Heavensbee!

Hilarius: No, I did not!

Pup: Not this time.

Urban: F*ck you, you freak!

Hilarius: Ban Ban, I swear to Panem that I didn’t steal your sh*tty red skirt!

Urban: Prove it!

Hilarius: I was with Sejanus and Coryo when the skirt stealing happened!

Sejanus: He’s telling the truth.

Coryo: We were stretching.

Hilarius: Coryo was crying.

Coryo: I wasn’t! It was just sweat!

Hilarius: Snowy was wailing because he can’t finish 10 pushups without his boyfriend’s help.

Sejanus: *giggles* I touched Coryo’s ✨sacred ankles✨. They were so frail and skinny.🥰

Lysistrata: That’s hot.

Hilarius: See!

Coryo: Shut up, Heavensbee!

Hilarius: Seji Pie was also taking pictures of Coryo’s sweaty body and backside.

Sejanus: I was!😍

Coryo: Babe, please!

Sejanus: I love gym class!

Hilarius: And I was busy taking pictures of Coryo’s pretty feet.

Clemensia: We don’t want to know!

Lysistrata: I want to know.

Dennis: Are the pictures for sale?

Sejanus: How much?

Hilarius: 50 bucks for a set of Snowy’s feet pics and sexy skinny shoulders.

Coryo: What the actual f*ck, Hilari! My sexy shoulders and porcelain feet are not for sale!

Hilarius: I need money!😫

Coryo: We all need money!

Hilarius: But I’m poor!

Coryo: Aren’t you rich?!

Hilarius: My evil parents kicked me out of the family’s ✨Queen Bee Mansion✨, remember?!

Coryo: You still have your savings!

Hilarius: My creepy old man and mommy confiscated all of my possessions and froze my bank accounts too!😭

Coryo: Then cry harder!

Festus: Coryo, don’t be too mean. Heavensbee can’t even pay rent or feed himself without me dumpster diving for free food coupons.

Hilarius: I’ll pay you back!

Festus: No, you won’t.

Hilarius: Someday!

Pup: How the might have fallen.

Livia: So who was lurking and dancing inside the changing room before you, Loser Bee?

Hilarius: Anderson-

Livia: Not that I care. I have a million extra skirts in my closet.

Dennis: We know, Liv.

Livia: Just saying.😌💅

Everyone: *suspiciously side eyes Androcles*😒

Sejanus: Andie, did you perhaps-

Androcles: I’m innocent! I swear on my mother’s crimes and camera crew that I’m innocent!

Coryo: On your mother’s crimes?!

Androcles: Yeah. My weird mommy blackmails people for a living.😔

Coryo: Oh. That’s why you’re rich.

Juno: Like mother, like son.

Androcles: I don’t blackmail! I “borrow” stuff and don’t return them for a long period of time!

Juno: Same thing, you crook.

Androcles: They’re not the same!

Lysistrata: Anderson, just tell us the truth. Did you steal our skirts yesterday?

Androcles: I may have stolen your pens, notebooks, plushies, car keys, lipsticks, wallets, and erasers before-

Felix: Andie!

Androcles: But I am not a pervy skirt stealer like Hilari!

Hilarius: For the last time, I am not a pervy skirt stealer!

Prof.Sickle: Children, quiet!

Androcles: Professor, I’m not done confessing my crimes and defending my poor innocent self yet!

Prof.Sickle: Mr. Anderson!

Clemensia: Innocent?! Andie, you’re literally telling Panem what you’ve stolen from this class yesterday!

Androcles: Which makes me innocent!

Clemensia: How are you this dumb?! Who made you this stupid?!

Androcles: Why are you even bullying ✨The Amazing Andie Anderson✨ anyway?! What did I do to deserve your wrath?!

Clemensia: You’re a crook!

Androcles: Is this because I stole your little fluffy bunny plushies last week?!

Clemensia: You stole my pretty Mr. Paris Patty?!

Androcles: And your most cherished Mrs. Helen Melon! Happy?!

Clemensia: You kidnapped Mrs. Helen Melon too?! You monster!

Felix: Andie, please shut up. You’re just making things worse.😞

Clemensia: *tackles Androcles to the ground* You b*tch! Where are my expensive fluffy bunny plushies?!

Androcles: Clemmie, get off me! You’re crushing my ribs!😭

Clemensia: *starts choking Androcles* where’s my pretty little Mr. Paris Patty?!

Androcles: *is choking* I- I don’t know! Felix, help me!😫

Felix: Clemmie, please stop choking the school’s local klepto on broad daylight!

Clemensia: You liar! Where’s my lovely Mrs. Helen Melon?!

Felix: They’re both hiding and drinking expensive champagne inside Andie’s secret closet right now!

Clemensia: Are they?!

Felix: No. I just made that up.

Androcles: Clemmie, I’m sorry! I- I’ll give them back! Promise!

Clemensia: Really?

Androcles: Maybe.

Prof.Sickle: Mr. Anderson!

Androcles: Clemmie is killing me! She’s killing me without remorse!

Hilarius: Lol. I’m recording this.

Festus: Nice! Send me a clear copy, will you?

Hilarius: 20 bucks.

Festus: Pay your rent!

Juno: I’m telling Capitol News.

Prof.Sickle: Ms. Dovecote, please stop choking Mr. Anderson-

Clemensia: Never!

Coryo: Clemmie!

Clemensia: Not before this little b*tch gives me back Mr. Paris Patty and Mrs. Helen Melon!

Prof.Sickle: Ms. Dovecote, do you want me to give you 5 demerits right now?!

Clemensia: *stops choking Androcles* No. I’m allergic to demerits.

Prof.Sickle: Then I will have to tell Dean Highbottom about your weird behavior today.

Clemensia: Please don’t! I’m allergic to drunk delusional people!

Prof.Sickle: Then sit down!

Clemensia: Fine! But this isn’t over, Andie. This isn’t over!

Androcles: I still didn’t steal no skirts though! I still didn’t steal no skirts!

Felix: Andie!

Androcles: I’m an innocent baby! I’m a pure little lamb surrounded by mean snakey snakeys!

Persephone: Am I a cute snakey snakey too?😀

Androcles: No. You’re more like a deranged coyote on crack.

Persephone: At least I’m fluffy.😞

Prof.Sickle: *sighs* Peace at last.

Livia: Peace my ass.

Prof.Sickle: Ugh. I’m just gonna make this short. You brats will be providing food and other essential supplies for your Tributes throughout the Hunger Games-

Felix: What?! What do you mean throughout the Hunger Games?!

Prof.Sickle: Starting today, you brats are going to be their official escorts and food suppliers.

Festus: Escorts? What’s an escort?

Palmyra: Escorts?! That sounds fun!

Pup: Are we getting paid to escort?

Hilarius: Am I getting paid?!

Florus: Are we going to take our Tributes on dates?!

Prof.Sickle: Dates?

Florus: Yeah. Like take them to the best restaurants and buy them expensive clothes and stuff. . .

Prof.Sickle: Why would you even-

Coryo: *raises hand* Professor, I already have a rich sugar daddy. So I can’t go on romantic dates with my Tribute.

Sejanus: I’m Coryo’s sugar daddy-

Prof.Sickle: We know, Mr. Plinth.🙄

Festus: And I’m dating Percy Price!

Persephone: Meow.

Festus: She’s a cat right now.

Coryo: All I’m saying is that Lucy Gray can’t be my side chick. She’s a bird! And I’m allergic to talking rainbow birds!

Urban: Same.

Sejanus: My Coryo, my love, Marcus and Lucy Gray can go on a double date with us!🥰

Coryo: Babe, Marcus will probably kill you and burn your body before that happens.

Sejanus: He’s just shy.

Coryo: And Lucy Goosey is currently in love with Panlo’s hair curlers.

Sejanus: She’s just crazy.

Palmyra: Like me!☺️

Domitia: No, Monty. Not like you.

Palmyra: Why?🥺

Domitia: You’re clinically insane.

Palmyra: Like Coryo and Felix and Festus and Percy and Hilari and Flory and Urban and Ney Ney and Nia and Lizzie and-

Domitia: We get it! We’re all clinically insane!

Clemensia: Except for me. I’m the normal one.

Androcles: Doubt.

Prof.Sickle: Right. You’re also expected to use your class fund-

Felix: But our poor class fund is on life support!

Io: We’re already planning its funeral.

Prof.Sickle: Then use your rich family’s money!

Felix: I can’t! The Vice President of Panem will disown me!😭

Prof.Sickle: Your mother will disown you?

Felix: She’s allergic to charity, freedom, and poor people!

Coryo: Oh, Panem, help me! I’m poor! I’m f*ckin’ poor!

Hilarius: Same.

Festus: My pet rats and I can’t even afford a new mattress!

Prof.Sickle: Well, that’s not my problem. This is your punishment for almost forcing Dr. Gaul to resign from her position as the esteemed head of our government’s War Department.

Florus: Almost?!

Felix: She didn’t resign?!

Prof.Sickle: Unfortunately.

Coryo: That’s too bad. Now we have to make another plan.

Prof.Sickle: What was that?

Coryo: Nothing. My fiancé just gave me another electric fan.

Sejanus: I did?!

Coryo: Do you want a kiss?

Sejanus: I do!😍

Io: So. . . Are escorts tour guides?

Hilarius: Am I going to start wearing a sexy dress to get paid?

Coryo: I don’t care. I look good in a sexy dress.

Sejanus: I can buy you a hundred sexy dresses, my love!😍

Pro.Sickle: Ugh. I give up. Somebody get me a gallon of pure whiskey. I need to get drunk AF.

Florus: By the way, where’s Apollo and Diana? I haven’t seen them since yesterday.

Felix: Yeah! You’re right. Where are the Ring Twins?

*Meanwhile, at the Ring Mansion*

Apollo: Diana, my dearest sister.

Diana: Yes, dear brother?

Apollo: Why is Urban’s red skirt hanging on our front porch like a cute bloody war flag?

Diana: Oh, that’s just my new art piece.

Apollo: The installation kind?

Diana: Yup!☺️

Apollo: But why is Coryo’s sl*tty skirt under your pillow?

Diana: It smells like roses.🥰

Apollo: And why is our mother’s golden statue wearing our Class President’s cute mini skirt?

Diana: The skirt of Felix Ravinstill is a symbol of power.

Apollo: And where did you get those? *points at Diana’s plastic bag of red skirts*

Diana: Our classmates gave them to me for free.

Apollo: Really?

Diana: Maybe.

Apollo: Okay! So can I wear them?😀

Diana: Sure!

Apollo: Yey! Free skirts!

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Febuwhump Day 9: Bees

A teamup of LU Warriors and TBP Smith from @thatbrokenpromise by @batrogers

Warnings: description of a bee sting, panic attack

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“No no no no NO!”

Smith had collapsed, swearing and screaming, and it took everything Warriors had to remain calm and assess the situation. He had noticed her waving a bug away, and he hadn’t thought anything of it when she flinched back from the persistent pest. Then she was falling to her knees, curling around her hand as she cried out in pain. It wasn’t a reaction that Warriors expected an insect bite (a bee sting?) to warrant, especially from an adult older than he was, but between one second and the next his companion became hysterical with panic.

This reminded Warriors, too much, of Legend. He could only hope that Smith could be helped in the same way.

“Smith, I need you to talk to me,” Warriors said firmly, kneeling beside her. “What happened?”

“It- it was a bee. It stung me,” Smith gasped.

“Okay, a bee sting,” Warriors confirmed. “I know how to help with that. Do you know if you’re allergic?”

“Don’t- I don’t know, but Chief is,” Smith whimpered, shivering so hard that Warriors put his hand on her shoulder to steady her.

“Chief’s allergic? So you know what to look for if you are, too?” Warriors asked, gently taking her hand to examine the sting.

“An- ana-” Smith’s breathing was too shallow for her to finish the word.

“Anaphylaxis, yes.”

The sting looked relatively normal from what Warriors knew; a large red welt would grace Smith’s hand for a few days, but he couldn’t see any excessive swelling. He moved his fingers to her wrist, checking her pulse. Erratic, but strong; she shouldn’t be in danger of fainting.

Smith was sobbing now, inconsolable, and Warriors’ request to touch her face went unheard. He did anyway, feeling her throat for swelling that wasn’t there. Her symptoms lined up with a panic attack, not an allergic reaction. If Warriors had judged incorrectly, it could be a life-or-death mistake- but he had seen so many of Legend’s episodes, and Smith’s reaction was lining up perfectly. Which meant that, once again, Warriors had to push aside his own discomfort to help.

Smith, thankfully, didn’t lash out when Warriors moved to wrap his arms around her. She only resisted the embrace, clinging to his arm instead of letting him pull her to his chest. It was better for both of them; Warriors kept a clearer mind, and Smith had room to breathe. Warriors counted his breaths, deep and slow, waiting for Smith to register and follow suit.

“I can’t find any signs of an allergic reaction,” Warriors said between calm, measured breaths. “You’re not in anaphylactic shock; you’re hyperventilating, so I need you to breathe with me. Even if it feels like you can’t… can you try, please?”

Slowly, Smith returned to herself. She pushed away from Warriors, grumbling and batting him away when he tried to offer comfort.

“I’m sorry,” Smith said weakly, rubbing her eyes with her good hand. “You shouldn’t’ve had to- I shouldn’t’ve-”

“You were panicking and convinced you were dying,” Warriors gently reminded her. “There’s nothing else I could have wanted to do. I’m just glad you weren’t dying.”

“Yeah…” Smith lifted her hand, wincing as she inspected the sting. “Ow.”

“C’mon,” Warriors said, offering his hand. “Let’s get back to your camp so Prince and Chief can fuss over you.”

The ensuing elbow in his side was well worth it.

#linked universe #lu #lu warriors #that broken promise #tbp #tbp smith #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 9 #tw panic attack #fable writes

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 5 days

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It has been way to long since I have bugged you for Jersey HCs sooo 🔪 hand then over 🙂

AIGHT AIGHT PUT THE KNIFE DOWN— /silly

Yes you may have the NJ hc’s :)

I picture him to have like- reddish-brown hair like Mass since in my AU they’re twins, but his hair is more on the brown side.

^Also he has blonde streaks in his hair that kinda look like bee stripes since they’re his state insect last I checked :3

Y’know how funny/cruel would it be if I just-*makes NJ allergic to bees*

^BUT DONT WORRY- the bees he hangs out with are friendly. To NJ at least. And York cuz he brings them roses.

This man says some of the most unhinged shit when he’s tired I swear to god-

He holds both of his dogs (a Doberman and a boxer (their names are Mar and Murrie)) like they’re babies and treats them as such (as he should)

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh

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windtooweem · 1 year

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My Comfort Characters Comfort you

Cartoon/Anime version

Ft. Tanjiro, Nezuko, Entrapta, Adora, Pidge, Callum, Rayla, Violet, Bee, and Puppycat. In that order.

Tw! Angst, fluff, comfort

This can be read as Platonic or Romantic

Tanjiro and Nezuko

They hate seeing you sad

They are the two eldest siblings, comforting is in their DNA

They are willing to listen to you rant and give you advice

Or if you want to they will sit with you in comforting silence

Tanjiro makes food for you because food makes everyone feel better

Nezuko will run outside at night and make you a flower crown or if your allergic she will make a picture of you, Tanjiro and her playing under the sun

Tanjiro will give you a big hug and let you cry it out

They will do anything in their power to make you happy again

If you’re scared they will stay with you until the sun goes up

If you forget to take care of yourself they will remind you to do that

Both of them will cuddle up with you to remind you that this will pass, your not alone and they will support you to no end

100/10 would recommend coming to them for comfort

Entrapta

She doesn’t really understand but she will try her best to help you

She will offer you a tiny cupcake with a heart on it

She will tell you about her failed experiments and she never gave up on them (Except the one that tried to kill everyone)

Is a strong believer that failures help you learn

No one as smart as her could make her way in the world without making flaws along the way

Will try to take your mind off whatever is bothering you

100% understands if you don’t wanna talk about what happened and won’t ask why

And if you do tell her she won’t tell

It’s your story to tell, not hers, not someone else’s

But will be very happy that you trust her enough to tell her about what’s bothering you

She will hold you in her hair if you want cuddles when she’s doing a experiments

Adora

She doesn’t really know how to comfort people

She has some experience with Catra at the horde but other than that, that’s it

She will awkwardly give you a hug with her muscles

As someone who loves hugs, people with muscles are good huggers

She will tell you story’s of when she was in the Horde and tell you horror story’s of ghost Princesses seeking revenge on the poor Horde soldiers

Yes the story’s were made by Shadowever

She will get Glimmer and Bow to help you out

She cares she really does but she can’t comfort people well

Pidge

She will use her very poor sense of humor to comfort you

Like Entrapta she thinks that failure helps you learn

She will yell at you to stop mopping around and get back up and try again

She knows that mopping around dose nothing to help the situation

She will get Lance to cheer you up

And her sarcasm as well

She and Hunk will attempt to make a cake to make you feel better

She will let you cry it out if you want to

She will invite you too see Lance’s butt get kicked by her in training or Video games

Will Jump someone who makes you sad

She doesn’t care if it was family or friend no one gets to hurt you

She knows how if feels like to be hurt a little too well

Callum and Rayla

Rayla knows nothing about comforting people at all

But Callum on the other hand is the king of comfort as the older sibling

Rayla will suggest keeping it bottled up or fighting the person who made you sad

Callum will baby you like Tanjiro would but more aggressive

Kinda like Ted from HIMYM comforting Robin when she found out she can’t have kids, but 10x more aggressive

Rayla won’t smother you like Callum but she will do her human impressions it make you laugh

And Callum will interrogate you for answers about who hurt you

Callum is scary when he tries

Rayla is a dork but also very dangerous

Glares to the person that hurt you

Bee, Puppycat and Violet

Violet has a natural gift for comforting people with interesting ways

To shorten it She will jump people

Bee is the one REALLY comforting you

Violet and Puppycat are planning that persons downfall

Bee will wrap you in blankets and watch Pretty partrick with you in her arms like a baby

Puppycat is given stolen Crispins bat and is willing to start violence

He is given too much power, please stop him from bashing people on the head demanding to see the person that hurt you

Violet will keep you and Bee home and will help Puppycat find that person

Bee will be rocking you back and forth like a baby trying to help you feel better

Puppycat is so petty he will grab a snack that person was gonna get and lick it all

Gremlin honestly

#bee and puppycat x reader #voltron x reader #tdp x reader #kny x reader #she ra x reader #pidge x reader #tanjiro x reader #nezuko x reader

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agent-calivide · 4 months

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Fuck it, it's Caliente hour I know I used Shawn and Sam as a talking point for my theories, but I am sO MAD that SAM. A DUDE WE'VE NEVER HEARD OF. Got a file and Caliente didn't. I love that dude, tell me more about the flamethrower man! The dude who struggles with heartburn and has a bee allergy (I think he screams about being allergic if you block the bees in the elevator rather than poisoning them but tbh I'm questioning all of my memories of Caliente atm after the accent crisis-) but trusts Hivemind enough to stay in the elevator with him and all his bees, because while yes he asks "You're sure you got a handle on those things?" while the elevator descends back to the meeting room, him being there at all shows IMMENSE TRUST??? LIKE. THIS MAN. WITH A BEE ALLERGY. IS IN A BOX FULL OF BEES. HE HAS SO MUCH FAITH JUST BY BEING IN THAT ELEVATOR WITH HIVEMIND.

I woulda just been like "they're on this floor- I'll send one of my fellas down with you, good luck." Because sometimes Caliente drills the hole himself and sometimes it's implied he's telling a lackey to drill the hole for Hivemind, and HE WOULDA HAD EVERY RIGHT TO GO "NOPE. YOU GO DOWN GERALD, I AIN'T GETTING IN THE BEE BOX WITH THE BEE MAN, IF THINGS GO WRONG I'LL LITERALLY FUCKING DIE."

I don't know if that shows he has more faith in Hivemind or more fear of Zor, but either way, this man is wild.

#i expect you to die #ieytd #ieytd fandom #charlie caliente

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nandosango · 4 months

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15 Questions for 15 People

Tagged by @dayeongi :) appreciate the curiosity~

Are you named after anyone?

Hm, no. My mom has an uncle with the same name, but he's not the reason for my name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Just this morning. It's been quite a month, but honestly I do cry easily.

3. Do you have kids?

It's only me and my OCs! And I plan on keeping it that way~ Love kids, but don't ever want to have my own. I'm actually terrified of the idea.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I took ballet and swimming lessons as a kid. Then capoeira and contemporary dance in high school, I also gave judo a try once. - I wanna try capoeira again.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes, but usually only around people I'm comfortable with.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Hmmm.... this might sound bad, but their looks. Clothes, hair, accessories, body shape, face features... That's just how my artist brain works, studying details to use later :9

7. What’s your eye color?

Brown~ (also turn gold when I'm blinded by the sun)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Usually I would say only happy endings, but recently I've been learning to enjoy horror movies with my sister's help. So I guess both, depending on the mood and company.

9. Any talents?

I have great sense of direction. I can lick my elbow. I can walk without making any sounds (that scares people a lot, it's almost a curse at this point). I give great cafuné.

10. Where were you born?

Recife, Brazil~!

11. What are your hobbies?

Creating characters and redesigns~ Planning and arranging cute pages for my stories on Notion. Also rearranging the furniture around the house. Idk if it counts but little manual tasks to distract the mind, sudoku, dress up games, solitaire.

12. Do you have any pets?

No :( never had any because my siblings are allergic to everything.

13. How tall are you?

1,70m! :) - Not so fun fact: I have such bad scoliosis, I could have been 5cm taller.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I used to like history and biology. My art classes were history as well. And English classes were basically free period for me. But overall I did not like school :(

15. What is your dream job?

"I simply do not dream of labor." I wanna be paid to draw, write, read - create. I also enjoy working "behind the scenes" planning and decorating parties and events, and serving/helping people.

Let me tag -> @bee-zbub @sugutoad @dolce-tenebra-toscana @nyx-the-misthios @hoemine

#frog noises #tag thingie

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zacharyleigh316 · 7 months

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A Friend to Bee

Suptober Prompt: Day 7 - Black Cat | A Friend to Bee | 2.8K | Teen and Up | Read on Ao3 (or below cut)

Dean befriends a neighborhood cat, and, against all odds, it might just bring luck his way...

“Achoo!”

As if on cue, the second Dean stepped over the threshold to his home, he sneezed, groaning at the way his eyes watered as a result. He quickly hung up his coat on the rack, and tossed his keys in the dish on the stand by the door, before fleeing into the kitchen, only to sneeze again. It was only a matter of time, Dean surmised, before his eyes burned, and he’d need to stubbornly fight the urge to rub them, as was his daily routine as of late—that, and popping allergy pills like candy. Pills of which he was currently out of, and thus doomed to suffer, slowly succumbing to his allergies.

Dean took his phone out and shot his brother a text, before setting out to put some leftover chicken and rice in a bowl. And, summoned by the prospect of food, the source of all of Dean’s current health problems—and well-being—jumped up onto the counter, signaled by another sneeze.

“You’re lucky you’re so friggin cute.” He muttered, putting the bowl down in front of the fur ball that could, quite possibly, be the death of him—if he couldn’t somehow find a way to manage his cat allergy.

It hadn’t been that long since they first encountered each other, Dean and his hairy, four-legged visitor—be it a miraculous act of fate or what have you—but it sure felt like forever, seeing as Dean hadn’t had a moment’s peace since.

Two weeks ago, on Dean’s way back home, he encountered the most unusual pair of blue eyes, that, upon further inspection, belonged to an even more unusually mannered black cat, perched perfectly poised atop the front steps to his home. He recalled how the eyes seemed to glow then, a trick of the lights Dean’s sure, but they drew him in nevertheless. Since then the cat has, beyond any feasible reason Dean could see, stuck around. Enough so that yes, he’s even begun to feed and water the damn thing—despite said allergy.

The little rascal didn’t seem too pressed to leave any time soon, and you could say that he even, perhaps, got used to having it around—not that he’d tell anyone that. He wasn’t sure who exactly owned his new friend, just that it had to be someone in the neighborhood, but sincerely hoped they wouldn’t mind how often he spoiled the guy’s pet.

Dean’s phone buzzed from where he left it on the countertop, and pulled himself from his reverie, reading the reply from his brother.

<< hey sammy, were you able to pick me up some more of those allergy meds?

>> Yeah, they should be in the bathroom.

And then, a few seconds later, came another.

>> You know, you never told me why you needed them?

<< nunya

>> What?

<< sorry, let me rephrase that

<< nunya business

<< Wow, really mature Dean. I didn’t have to get them for you, but it sounded urgent, so I did.

<< The least you could do is tell me why. Or even how you ran out of the other bottle so quickly.

Dean sighed and looked over to the cat, who was now pinning him with its starling azure gaze, apparently finding him more interesting than finishing off the bowl of food.

“I dunno, what do you think? Should I tell Sam?” He asked, not really understanding why he thought the cat would answer, but directing the question toward it anyway.

Predictably, it just sat there and blinked at him.

Dean sighed again, deciding to just bite the bullet and tell his brother.

<< I maybe sorta got a cat?

>> You WHAT?!

>> Dean, you’re allergic to cats

<< uh yeah, Sammy, that’s why I needed the allergy meds duh

Dean let out a groan and pressed his forehead to the cool countertop, as his phone began to ring, Sam’s caller ID posted across the screen. He let it ring a few times before picking up.

“Heya brother-o-mine, shouldn’t you be working?”

“I’m on lunch break right now actually, Dean,” Sam whispered harshly into the receiver, straight to business as always, “what’s this about you getting a cat?”

“Well, it’s not technically mine. It just showed up one day, and won’t leave.”

“And you didn’t think to call authorities?”

“Authorities?” Dean snorted. “What am I going to do, Sam, get it arrested?”

Dean could hear the eye roll through the phone. “I mean animal control, Dean. Or maybe even a vet?”

“Course I thought about doing that…”

“You can’t just steal a cat, it could belong to somebody. It could have a microchip or something. Maybe its owner is looking for it.” Sam sighed, and now it was Dean’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Dude, I’m not stupid, okay? ‘Sides, I didn’t steal it. It just showed up, and never left. I mean, the little guy comes and goes, but it always comes back and ends up staying for a few hours, before disappearing again.” He shrugged, despite his brother being unable to see it.

As if knowing it was being talked about, it padded over to Dean, and head butted the palm of his hand. Dean smiled, and ran his hand down the creature’s back, before letting out another sneeze.

“Ugh.”

“Yeah, sounds like a real healthy arrangement you’ve got there, Dean. Why do you even let it inside?”

“That’s the strange thing, Sammy. I didn’t. It showed up on my doorstep, but I just let it be, and went inside. Don’t ask me how, but the damn thing is smart or something, and lets itself in. And out.”

“Uh-huh…” Sam trailed off, sounding skeptical.

Dean wouldn’t believe it either if he hadn’t witnessed it time and time again.

“I’m serious. I know it sounds crazy, but the cat is a friggin weirdo. I’ve tried to keep it out, but it always finds a way. Hence why now I just…let it do its thing.”

“Okay, well, even if what you’re saying is true, Dean, this isn’t sustainable. You need to find its owner, and tell them about their cat.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Now I’m serious, Dean. You can’t just keep going through allergy meds just because the cat likes to loiter.”

“Sure thing, whatever you say, mom. Don’t get your panties all in a twist, Samantha. I’ll take care of it.”

“I mean it, Dean.”

“And I promise, I’ll take care of it. Now get back to work, slacker. Don’t spend all of your lunch break talking to your big brother.”

“Alright. Talk to you later. Love you, jerk.”

“You too. Love you, bitch.”

They hung up, and Dean put his phone back down onto the counter, turning his attention back toward the adorable, furry interloper, who was still staring unblinkingly at him.

“That was my baby brother, Sammy. He’s this big shot lawyer, and, don’t tell him this, but I’m a pretty proud big brother.”

The cat meowed and tilted its head to the side, earning an amused chuckle from Dean.

“Can’t have his head grow bigger than it already is, y’know? Don’t know what’s in the water these days, but the kid’s huge, and I mean humongous.” He joked, shaking his head fondly.

“Anyway, Sam’s right. Not that I don’t enjoy the company, but you should probably get back to your owner, yeah? Got one of those, don’t you?”

Again the cat meowed, but Dean was, unfortunately, sorely lacking in the knowledge department for ‘how to translate cat language’. He watched as it went back to finish the food he’d set out, and chuckled, albeit a bit bitterly.

“Yeah, I’d be bored of me too.”

Letting the cat go about its business Dean pulled away from the kitchen island and sauntered into the bathroom. He figured that, in the meantime—or at least until he located the cat’s owner—it’d be wise to take some meds while it was here. Dean was rather fond of breathing, thank you very much. And the, however temporary, relief of itchiness was an additional perk.

It was some time later that afternoon, Dean sat on the couch with the fur ball curled in his lap, when his phone buzzed with a text message. He leaned over to put his half finished beer down on the coffee table, and exchanged it for the phone, reading the text from Sam.

>> Have you tried following the cat when it leaves? Maybe you can do that.

Dean hummed thoughtfully, and looked down at the cat. He hadn’t tried that, no, but it wasn’t a bad idea actually. He’d have to try that next, though, if anybody in the neighborhood caught him following some dude’s cat to said dude’s house, he didn’t want to know what they would think of him. He’d rather sooner admit to being an avid fan of chick flicks than deal with the repercussions of being labeled a friggin creepy weirdo.

“What do you say to me taking you home this time?” He asked, raising a brow at the little shit still snoozing in his lap, who had the audacity to peel open one of its eyes, before opening the other and leveling Dean with a look that was oddly reminiscent of one of Sam’s bitch faces.

Dean opened his mouth, a smart ass remark on the tip of his tongue, when the cat leaped off his lap and quietly padded over to the door, in lieu of responding, or well, as it’s response since it was an animal, and it couldn’t actually talk back—unless you counted the, albeit perfectly timed, meows it gave Dean sometimes.

With a groan, as his thirty-something almost forty-something body protested, he hefted himself off the couch and, against his better judgment, he followed the damn thing out his front door.

Thankfully his four legged guide was waiting for him, and even stopped every so often on the way to wherever the fuck, looking back to check if Dean was still behind, following. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this, and that it was actually working. It certainly didn’t ease his anxiety, especially since he was completely in the dark as to where he was even being lead—to his death maybe—but of all panned out, maybe he’d bake his brother a pie or some shit. He’d see how he felt about it later.

Though Dean didn’t have to wait long to find out what his imminent death looked like, because after a ten minute or so walk down the street, the cat made its way up some steps to a rather unassuming house, much like his own—and everyone else’s in the neighborhood. This one was painted a pretty blue, nothing like the eyes of his new friend, but a softer, grayer shade.

On the door, as Dean approached, hung a gorgeous, decorative autumn wreath, with the words “Blessed Bee”—no that was not a typo, and to which Dean assumed was a pun referring to the little plastic bees dispersed within. Though, with an additional quick, cursory glance towards the house, the owner’s aesthetic was growing increasingly apparent, if not for the garden beds of flowers attached to each window sill, and the immaculately groomed bushes (hah) lining the front.

Even the grass was a lively color, a rich, vibrant green, and neatly trimmed to boot. Dean couldn’t help the whispered, “Damn,” that slipped out in awe. This guy had some serious gardening chops, that Dean couldn’t help but be a little envious of. The only plant he could remember growing was a little succulent he nicked from the local supermarket for him and Sam when they were little, and he couldn’t tell you what became of it.

The cat meowed, once again with the intention of pulling Dean from his reverie, and he, with a final resolve, reached up and knocked on the door. Though, nothing could have ever prepared him for what happened next.

The front door swung open, revealing possibly the hottest guy Dean has ever seen, looking all soft and—albeit artfully—rumpled, in a sweater and jeans, and holy fuck this dude’s eyes. If he thought the cat’s eye were an unusual shade of blue, they were nothing compared to this man’s, and if Dean didn’t say anything and just stood there frozen, gaping like a fish, being spotted and labeled as a creepy weirdo were the least of his worries.

“Uh…” he said, rather intelligently.

The man didn’t seem to mind, however, and just smiled, reaching down to pick up his cat, who was winding between his legs.

“You must be Bee’s new friend.”

Dean blinked, taking a moment to realize that, son of a bitch, the hot dude just spoke to him, and then another to realize that that is what he sounded like. Deep and gravelly, and god friggin’ dammit Dean was fucked. Truly and utterly fucked.

“Um…what?”

Wow, nice going Dean, he mentally scolded himself.

As far as first impressions went, this was probably as worst as it could get. He’d spoken a total of three words to this strange (sexy) man, and they only seemed to feed the narrative of what a fool he was. He could flirt with women with the ease of driving his baby, no problem. But put a pretty guy, let alone a pretty guy with gorgeous blue eyes, in front of him and he was rendered speechless, dumber than a sack of potatoes, and probably as useful as one too. He was not good at this.

The man chuckled, and gestured to the cat in his arms, before giving who Dean knew now as Bee chin scritches.

“My cat. She’s been telling me all about you.”

“Oh, uh, all good things I hope?”

The man smiled again, and Dean felt his knees grow weak, like they could buckle at any moment, and he’d just melt into a puddle on this guy’s front steps.

“Hm, yes, I must thank you for taking good care of her. She likes it there very much.”

“Haha well, I’m glad? But, uh, about that…” Dean swallowed against the lump in his throat, and reached up to rub the back of his neck.

“I’m actually allergic to cats.”

“Oh.”

Dean inwardly cursed as the man frowned, and furrowed his brows in concern. He looked down at Bee then, and gave her a disapproving stare.

“You didn’t tell me that.” He shook his head, and put her down, ushering her into the house. “Go on, shoo. We’ll discuss this later.”

They both watched her disappear around the corner, before the man turned back to Dean, now looking apologetic.

“My apologies, I didn’t realize you were allergic. Had I known, I wouldn’t have encouraged Bee to visit so often.”

“Don’t worry about it man, I just, uh, thought you should know, I guess? But really, ‘s’no big deal. I actually enjoyed the company.”

The guy smiled softly, and hummed. “That’s good then. I’m glad. She enjoyed the company too.”

“I’m Dean, by the way.”

“Castiel.”

Dean nodded, feeling his cheeks heat the longer they stood there, just staring at one other. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and cursed himself again for his eternal awkwardness.

“R-right, well…” he trailed off, not wanting to say goodbye just yet.

“Maybe next time you could come over too? If you, um, if you want. Bee knows where it is.”

Castiel beamed, and damn, if that wasn’t easily on Dean’s ever increasing list of favorite things about him.

“I’d like that very much, Dean.”

“Yeah? Awesome.” Dean grinned back, and then even wider when Castiel ducked his head bashfully.

Dean liked him so much already, it was wild. Even more wild that a black cat was beginning to be the luckiest thing that ever happened to him.

“See ya later, Cas?”

“Yes. And I’ll try to whip up something to help those allergies, if you’d like?”

“I have no idea what that means, but sure why not?” He shrugged with an easy smile, and started to back away, his eyes never leaving Cas’.

“Don’t worry, it’s not of import.” Cas dismissed with a wave of his hand.

“Until we meet again, Dean.”

“Bye Cas.”

They waved their goodbyes, and Dean finally turned around to make his way back, but only after he may—or may not—have stumbled, earning another, rather amused, chuckle from Cas from behind him.

Dean laughed awkwardly, brushing off his totally-not-a-stumble, you know, as a man does, and raised his hand in one more final parting gesture, before hurrying off back home to bake that pie.

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antilocaprine · 5 months

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❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ POV ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

(Ask Game)

POV: something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

This is a super fun one to consider, and right away I thought of Sweet Dreams Are Made of Bees, because Benrey is being SO weird for that whole fic due to The Situation. So let's see a small snippet of what was going on with him that covers a short span between Chapters 2 and 3:

"Hey, Benrey," Gordon says, and how is he so calm? Benrey nearly ripped his arm off just a few minutes ago, but he's - it's like he's ignoring it, and that's never happened before. He's not making any sense, he's not working right, and there's nothing Benrey can do about it but continue to listen. “I’m...having trouble with this. How do you think Dr. Coomer would explain this situation to me?”

Oh. Now there's an idea. Benrey thinks about it for a moment. He's never had another person in this space - another real person, like really real - but it makes sense that since they both know Dr. Coomer, they should be able to come up with a pretty accurate...puppet, or whatever they're called. He can't think of the word right now. He can't think of much without his thoughts circling back around to - yes, that, exactly. Stop thinking about that.

Benrey huffs quietly and shrugs. Only one way to find out if this will work, and that's to try it. “Why don’t you, uh, why don’t you ask him?”

"What?" Gordon sounds distracted, and Benrey risks a quick glance at his face. Luckily, he's peering over Benrey's shoulder with that focused expression that suggests Joshua is about to do something that Gordon believes is reckless. Here, in this place, his green eyes glow like the slime Dr. Coomer loves so much (and claims to be allergic to).

Benrey knows better now than to try to mention that - apparently "slime" isn't an acceptable thing for human eyes to be compared to. But Benrey likes the color, and doesn't understand why - oh, right, can't think about that. Can't think about this. Think about - think about Dr. Coomer, and his way with words, how he can describe things, how he's so smart even if he says dumb things about Benrey wanting to stay with Gordon...

"Wait, what?" Gordon says, startling, and Benrey slams his eyes closed and wrenches at the image in his stupid dumb brain. It's worked before - don't think about that - it can work again, he has to make it work again -

“Hello Gordon!” Dr. Coomer says cheerily as he lands heels-down on the ground several feet away.

“Dr. Coomer?!” Gordon yelps as Coomer steps forward and collapses soundlessly into a cross-legged position next to him and Benrey.

“Hello, Gordon!” Dr. Coomer says again. “Hello, Security Chief Boper!”

Wait, why would he - oh, right, that tracks. Benrey was trying to make a version of him that would put Gordon more at ease. But he still has to check for himself, and there's only one way to be sure. “Hey, uh, you got credentials? Passport, or...can I see it please?”

“Hang on -” Gordon starts to say, but Dr. Coomer is already handing Benrey a brown leather bifold with an embossed seal on the front. Benrey nearly sighs in relief when he can read the words on the seal. He forgets why that's important right now, and he doesn't have the brain-space to think about it. (Don't think about it don't think -)

To distract himself, Benrey flips the bifold open and peers at the inside. There's a picture of Dr. Coomer - oddly blurry, but that might be Gordon's influence, Benrey's not sure - and another set of seals and stamps and information that Benrey honestly doesn't care about right now. Normally he could use it to verify where he was, but he knows all too well at the moment. He doesn't need a reminder in text.

Instead, Benrey flips the bifold closed and sinks his aching teeth into the soft material, the taste of dusty leather bursting across his tongue. He's been clenching his jaw so hard that it's a relief to bite something like this, something with give. For a moment he almost considers -

Dr. Coomer coughs discreetly, and Benrey yanks the verification out of his mouth. He can't go down that path, no matter how easy it would be. He can't think about it. (Don't think -)

When he hands the bifold back, Dr. Coomer winks at him, a genial smile tucked into his mustache. ...Maybe Benrey made sure he was a version that would put his own mind at ease, as well. Wouldn't that be nice, for once?

“All present and accounted for," Benrey mumbles. "You’re, uh, good to go."

“What the fuck,” Gordon says.

“Hello, Gordon!” Dr. Coomer says again.

Benrey sighs to himself and squeezes his aching eyes closed. This version of Dr. Coomer should be able to keep Gordon busy and help him figure things out. They're both way smarter than Benrey is when it comes to thinking things like this through - probably from all the theoretical...whatevers they have so many of. Doesn't help Gordon when he's trying to figure out how to put together Joshua's newest LEGO kits, but it's gotta be good for something, right? They'll figure it out, and Benrey won't have to think about anything, and then both he and Gordon can wake up and everything will go back to normal and be fine forever.

Right?

Don't think about the other possibilities, don't think about the blood or the gun, don't think about it, don't think -

#hlvrai #sweet dreams are made of bees fic #fic snippet #askbox #i-have-a-gender-crisis #fic writer ask game #blood mention #gore mention #was very tempted to do the mentioned arm-ripping scene #but i feel like it's good enough in the fic for what it is #benrey is Not having a good time #technically spoilers for sweet dreams fic #but i tried to keep it vague #thank you my friend! this was fun!#my words

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steviewashere · 2 months

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70-78

Okay, this one is a doozy. Buckle in. 😎

Number Seventy: His go to order at a diner is a cheeseburger with crispy fries (he has to request them to be crispier) and a strawberry milkshake with extra whip. He dips his fries in his milkshake. When Robin tries to tell him that dipping his fries like that is disgusting, he chews proudly with his mouth open, which makes her grimace and shut up.

Number Seventy-One: He regularly hangs out with Robin, obviously. They have sleepovers, go see movies (however reluctant he is), and sometimes even go roller skating. His favorite thing is taking her out to eat just so they can gossip about customers that come in at Family Video.

Number Seventy-Two: His go to song on a jukebox is Elvis Presley’s “Jailhouse Rock”.

Number Seventy-Three: If he were to be Vecna’d, his song of choice would either be “Born to Run” by Bruce Springsteen or “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen.

Number Seventy-For: Some of his happiest memories that he could pick from if he were Vecna’d (after season 4):

-his grandpa teaching him to ride a bike -his dad showing him how to shave (clapping him on the shoulder in praise) -his mom dancing with him in the living room until he was a giggling mess -him and Dustin talking on the train tracks -when him and Dustin see Star Wars: A New Hope (and then when he dropped Dustin off and they created their secret handshake) -watching Back to the Future with Robin (and also mocking Tammy Thompson in the bathroom) -when Robin suggested they just combine -helping Lucas practice his free throws for basketball tryouts -when he asked Nancy out and she actually said yes (he later went to the bathroom and had a silent dance to himself out of pure excitement) -the first day he became friends with Tommy -later at some point when Max wakes up and she’s happy to see him (she lets him read her letter and finds that she calls him a brother figure. He cries from that.)

Number Seventy-Five: He’s always wanted siblings. But a sister especially.

Number Seventy-Six: Is a very sentimental drunk. Like he’ll call Robin to tell her how much he loves her. (Sometimes a sobbing, unintelligible mess, too. Those are on rougher nights, she comes over and comforts him until they’re in a cuddle pile on his bed.)

Number Seventy-Seven: Allergic to bees, pine needles, and tree nuts. Bees and tree nuts could kill him, so he carries an epipen just in case. When he worked at Scoops Ahoy, he made sure to wear double gloves for orders that contained tree nuts, and always washed his hands three times afterwards.

Number Seventy-Eight: Working at Scoops Ahoy gave him an aversion to ice cream for several months after. The scent of sweet things all the time always made him lose his appetite, he’d often take his lunch in the passage way behind the stores or even in the food court by himself.

#stranger things #steve harrington #my asks #my headcanons

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swamp-land · 2 years

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Ok so, I really adore your interpretations of the characters??? Like how you draw them has so much personality. The way you draw them I just see Cronus as one of those touchy feely lots of physical contact people- not in a creeper or lewd way, but the type who always has an arm around people he likes. Or reflexively holds onto backpack loops and tugs on people’s sleeves.

Then Kankri is there living off of coffee, vegan yogurt, and spite. He’s totally the type to have researched the hell out of different coffees until he found one or two small business growers that fit his ethical standards and bulk buys from them exclusively. Drank it black until somebody asked why and got the mother of all rants about the Sugar and artificial sweeteners industries, then Cronus dug up a sugarcane plant from the side of the road in the middle of the night and gave it to him. And yes, I do think Cronus stealing stuff off the side of the road is a regular thing with him. Bet he’s the type to steal street signs for his room too. Yknow that picture that got popular a while back of that person who stole a whole traffic light? Cronus.

(Also I maybe sorta headcanon Cronus as Asexual and trying way to hard to hide it)

The way you draw Dirk makes me think he’s the type who just… doesn’t listen to his body at all. Lactose intolerant? Eats dairy anyway. Hasn’t slept in 48 hours? About to make that 50. Food? If he must - proceeds to eat One (1) Jello cup. Feels a migraine coming on? He can probably take medicine for that and keep working on the computer. Just… Disaster Human. The only one who beats him out for drinking more energy drinks is Sollux who drinks Monster like water.

Then you draw Dave as just… The Babiest Boy. Like he’s going to use his first paycheck on a Lego star wars death star play set and give it to John when he’s done so he can pretend he’s super cool but still see it. Liked powerpuff girls before the reboot. Wears hoodies and jackets because he gets chilly. Also dumb. Learned he was allergic to bees, immediately threw a stick at a wasp nest in revenge.

Also you draw Vriska like the type of person who’d put fruit punch or apple juice in a fancy glass and pretend it’s alcohol to look ‘cool’ on the internet. Convinced Tavros the grocery store brownies she was eating were weed brownies just so he’d freak out.

I just… really love these little teenage degenerates, and how you draw them makes me remember why I like Homestuck so much.

Firstly thank you for liking my interpretations of characters🥺🥺🥺 Secondly your summary of all these characters is what I live for😇😇😭😭😭😭😭

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That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know.

been a bit @you-need-not-apply

#i am lewis asks #awoken my beloved #stink bug tones

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