#perhaps I might make a more spicier version of this 👀

[madame-screams]

Hey there Ash, Still haven’t left this place yet huh? I’ll make this quick so I don’t take up too much of your time, I would love to order some Bottomless Orange Bars, full of Fluff with a side of a Love Confession, sound good? And you can use whatever MC plating you want, whatever comes easiest for you. :3

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♡🄺🄸🅃🄲🄷🄴🄽 🄲🄾🄽🄵🄴🅂🅂🄸🄾🄽♡

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♡ "Order up! Yeah it's been forever since I last left this place. I can't even remember the last full day break I got! To be honest I don't even memories about anything expect for working here..... Weird........ Ah but I probably just don't remember cause I'm tired. Maybe I'll try to catch a quick nap on my next 15 minute break...... Ah anyway here's your order of bottomless orange bars! Hopefully you enjoy them dear, it's always a pleasure to serve you here at Madame Screams~" ♡

A huge thanks to my friend Phobia for proofreading this!

Gn!reader, warnings: spoilers for Beel’s cooking on a rainy day card, swearing and mention of puke

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It was a tradition for you and Beel to cook something together every Saturday. This became a weekly event for you after the two of you made raindrop cake together for the first time. You both alternate picking the recipes, and sure, they didn’t turn out perfect all the time, but you two always had a great time.

Beel looked forward to these cooking sessions every week, and they always somehow made themselves his favorite part of the week without fail. His heart would start beating faster every time he thinks about being with you. Your smile and laughter invaded his thoughts constantly. He couldn’t get you out of his head. Sometimes he’d daydream about you for so long he’ll forget to eat. He didn’t even notice he was hungry.

This Saturday, you two were making lava cake, Beel’s choice. You had already gotten out the ingredients by the time he arrived,

“Ah, Beel! There you are!” You greet him with a smile.

“Oh, you already got everything out? You could have waited for me. I would have helped.” Oh, how he loved your smile. Seeing it always managed to cheer him up. Your smile was perfect, just like the rest of you.

“Alright, let’s get started!” You say excitedly as the both of you began.

Gosh, he couldn’t focus. He already messed up his batter three times and isn’t even eating the mess-ups like he usually would. The only thing his mind would let him focus on was you.

“Beel, are you ok? Do you need help making your cake batter?”

He quickly snaps out of his daze.

“O-oh, um-” He can’t even get a sentence out of his mouth. He feels a blush spread from the tip of his ears to his face. He put his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it shyly as he tries to finish his sentence, “Su-sure, that’d b-be great.”

You give him a strange look, cocking your head to the side and raising an eyebrow. 

“Seriously, dude, are you okay? You're all red and sweaty. Are you gonna puke?” 

“No, I'm fine, seriously. I could just use a bit of help.”

“Alright then!” You say. You try to go behind him to guide him, but he’s a bit too tall. You peep over his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed as you try to come up with a solution to this very simple dilemma.

“Why don’t you go in front of me? It’ll be easy for me to see what you're doing.” He says, his tone slightly rushed.

“Oh, that’s a good idea!” You slip under his arm and look up at him. “I sometimes forget how big you are compared to me,” you say with a slight chuckle while bringing your hands up to his face and placing them on his cheeks, squishing them lightly.

You’re so close to him. He feels his palms begin to sweat, his blush creeps down the back of his neck, and he feels his hair stand on end. He tries his best to listen to your directions, but he can’t stop thinking about how close you two were. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally finished the batter. His hands are still sweaty and shaky as he began to pour both his and your batter into the molds.

Meanwhile, you’re finishing up melting the chocolate for the center.

“Alright, chocolate’s done! From the looks of it, you're done with pouring the batter in molds,” You say as you walk over to him with the bowl of melted chocolate in your hands. “Scooch over so I can pour the chocolate in!” You instruct, your tone teasing as you gently nudge his shoulder.

The rich smell of chocolate cake wafts through the kitchen. Usually, Beel would be waiting directly next to the oven, ready to eat the cake as soon as it comes out. Today, he was too distracted by you to even notice the smell.

“Beel,” You start, putting your phone down and walking over to him. “Hm? What’s-” You grab his face and bring it near yours, cutting him off.

Beel’s heart hammers in his chest. Multiple scenarios run through his head. Suddenly, he feels dizzy, weak in the knees.

“What’s up with you today, dude? You’ve been acting strange, and I’m starting to worry. So, please, can you tell me what’s wrong? I just want to make sure you’re okay.” The genuine concern in your voice makes his heart beat faster. You’re just… perfect. All he wants is you. He wants to hold you in his arms. He wants to pepper your face in kisses. He wants to be yours. 

“I love you,”

“Excuse me?” Your hands fall from his face, mouth slowly parting in shock. His hand goes up to your face, placing itself gently on your cheek.

“I love you,” he repeats, “Please, let me be yours!” He squeezes his eyes shut after his sudden confession, too embarrassed to look at you directly.

Silence fills the room. The only noise to be heard was the warm buzz of the oven. Then, he felt a pair of [soft/rough] lips touch his. He keeps his eyes closed as he leans into the kiss, melting when you place your hands on his lower back.

The kiss continues as he cups your face with his other hand, trying to pull you as close to him as possible. It’s soft and gentle despite it being so long. He’s oh so careful with you, treating your lips as if they’re porcelain. When you pull back, he finally opens his eyes.  Your face is tinted pink, and you wear a wide smile that makes his heart flutter.

“So, do you… Do you love me too?” 

A light laugh escapes your lips, “Of course I do, you big oaf!”

“Then say it back to me, please?” He asks. 

“I love you, Beel.” Oh, now he’s grinning like an idiot, but he doesn’t care.

“Hey, guys, what’s that weird smell- What the hell are ya two doin’?!?” Both yours and Beel’s heads snap to the direction of the screeching. 

“Oh, hey, Mammon-” 

“Why are ya two so close together, and what’s that smell!?!”

 “Now that you mention it, it does smell a bit burnt in here, but it should be fine...” Beel says in a nonchalant tone, burying his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Oi, Beel! Yer two close to em’-”

“Beel! The lava cakes are burning! Please let me go!” You yell out in a panic. 

After a few minutes of chaos (featuring Beel almost dropping one of the cakes on Mammon’s head), you finally got the cakes ready and aired out the burning smell. 

“Well… The cakes are pretty burnt… Sure, lava cakes are usually dark in color, but not pitch black like these ones…” You say with a tinge of disappointment in your voice. 

“Maybe you should toss' em? They hardly look edible,” Mammon suggests. 

“They look good,” Beel says, already serving himself some.

 “Beel, no,” you say, grabbing his wrist before he could put a slice in his mouth. 

“So you two never answered my question before. Why the heck were you two being all cuddly?”

 “Beel, please, it’s practically charcoal. Don’t eat it.” You say, ignoring Mammon.

 “But it looks fine-”

 “Beel please no-”

 “But it looks good-” 

“Beel!” 

“Oi, stop ignorin’ me, you two! Answer my damn question!” Mammon yells, banging his fist on the table. 

“Oh yeah, we’re dating now,” you say, looking to Beel for confirmation. “Right?”

Beel nods. “Yep.”

“What?!?!”

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