an umbrella and a backpack. that was the only thing you brought to bee's doorstep. you never bothered to keep a lot of items, they all end up being sold either way when you struggle to make ends meet. and here you are, struggle-r, almost all of your posessions already been let go of which unfortunately includes your rented unit.Â
dragging your feet to bee's with hopes that she lets you in, shrieks of electronic— or what even was that —voices follow your knocks. there's shuffling behind the door before the brown haired girl pops into your view.Â
"woah. heyyyyyy.. y/n. it's been, so long."
she blinks. you blink.
"what brings you here?," she blinks again.
your ignore the cat? puppy? bee's pet staring intensely at you as you explain, "right... so.. i kinda.. need.. a place.. to stay...", she blinks once again before you proceed to promise her to pay your part of rent. at this, bee perks up. "hey... that is actually, a great idea!" her pet-creature flails its arms around, its paws repeatedly poking you, the weird voice from before coming out from its mouth in what you assume is a tantrum.
cute.
picking up bee's pet, you snuggle into its face as it screams louder. dog smell. "you have a friend now?" bee disregards the way her pet reaches its arms out to her, "oh yeah, puppycat, this is y/n. y/n, this is puppycat." of course it is.
you turn puppycat's body towards you, the creature's expression visibly in more distress. "you're cute, puppycat," you turn your gaze to bee for one beat, "but not much cuter than her."Â
puppycat sings a rusty tune before deflating (cats do that now?) in your hands, bee's cheeks lightly reddens as she opens the door wider.Â
"welcome home, y/n."
ive accidentally pressed post earlier than i thought oh well whatever, have a great day/night!!
Hi, could I please request beel with an mc who becomes his gym buddy? Mc already loved working out and weight lifting and now beel and mc go to workout with each other. Please?
beel with a mc who works out with him
includes: beel x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .5k | rated g | m.list
a/n: this is such i cute idea!! im no avid worker outer but i think if beel were with me i'd be tincludedo do a lot more. my inbox is open to leave feedback or chat, but requests are temporarily closed!!
pls reblog!!
beel grins as he sees you bounding down the stairs, dressed in your new workout gear. the two of you had gotten matching stuff the last time you had gone to the mall, and this was the first time he had seen you in it so far.
you look wonderful, as always, and the color you guys had decided on looks really good on you.
“ready, big guy?” you chirp, coming to a stop next to him. he doesn’t know how you’re so enthusiastic this early in the morning; he himself got up the same time as you, yet he still needed a while to fully wake up.
he grunts in response, and you, you who had gotten good enough at reading him to rival even belphie, laugh, knowing it’s an agreement.
it’s easy enough to get to the gym. being rich has its perks, and one of them is that the house of lamentation has a home gym, fully equipped with a pool, spa treatments, and exercise equipment galore.
it’s big, beel knows, but he hadn’t really fully grasped how big until you had stepped foot in, eyes wide and disbelieving. but now you’re used to it, strolling in like you own the place, completely at ease.
you two start off stretching, helping each other get that much-desired burn. once you're fully warmed up you move to the treadmills, each working at your own pace.
beel moves on, but you stay on the treadmill, running just a little bit longer. once you’ve both gotten to the lifting stage of your workouts, you help each other, spotting and generally making sure nothing goes wrong.
you, of course, know that spotting beel is practically useless, as he can lift much more than you can -much more than you weigh- with ease.
beel admires your form as you complete your reps, smiling down at you every time you manage a set. he really likes working out with you and is really happy you like working out with him.
before you, he had to do this all alone, and he freely admits this is way better.
“you know,” you muse breathlessly, sweat glistening on your face, “i was watching this video where two people were working out and every time one of them did a sit-up they got a kiss.
“yeah?” beel says, confused but intrigued.
huffing out a giggle, you go in for the kill. “i think we should start doing that. it’s like a little extra motivation, you know?”
a blush slowly forms on beel’s face as he considers the implications. “i’d… like that,” he says, imagining getting a quick peck with each movement.
your grin is sharp as you say “so would i.”
*
a week later finds beel on the ground, stamina like never before as he does the 436th sit up, receiving his 436th kiss from you.
“okay, okay,” you laugh, letting go of his feet. “enough! i’ll give you kisses even if you don’t do a sit up, so let’s just move on now!”
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