#b-52 x reader

[damnbigguy]

Little Bites

The fandom/game of Food Fantasy is extremely dead, Western community at least, but I like a few of the characters. so. Brownie, Napoleon Cake, and B-52 helping out their attendant. Honestly, it's a pretty interesting game, somehow worse in terms of p2p than genshin but it's cool. I wouldn't reccomand playing it but at least looking at it.

Brownie

"Master Attendant?" He hums, folding the towel he was just using to wipe the counter, looking around as he suddenly realizes you're not around.

He frowns but quickly fixes his expression, it's unbecomming of a butler to show such emotion.

He walks to the kitchen of the resturant, lifting his head to try and spot his master attendant, only finding Ume Ochazuke cooking while Pudding adjusts his glasses and murmurs about what to cook next, but both of them turn to look at him. "Yes?" Pudding raises a brow. "Is Oumarice having another panic attack?"

"No," he shakes his head. "has anyone seen the master attendant?"

"They're getting the order." Pudding gestures to the back.

Brownie sighs in relief that he hadn't allowed his master to get attacked by a fallen and die, but hurries to the back as his shoulder tense - feeling like a failure for allowing you to carry those boxes in without any of his help.

Brownie's footsteps are quiet but purposeful as he moves through the swinging doors at the back of the restaurant. The scent of spices, warm bread, and something vaguely citrusy hangs in the air, drifting in from the open delivery crates. A summer breeze stirs the edge of the white curtain draped over the doorway, and he pushes it aside to step into the sunlit storage corridor.

There you are.

Your back is turned, balancing a heavy box of ingredients on your shoulder while nudging the door open with your foot. Brownie's mouth opens in silent reprimand before he stops himself, brow knitting slightly. This is his fault. He's a failure of a butler. How could he ever hope to be the best of the best if he could allow this.

His steps quicken, and he reaches your side just as you manage to stumble through the doorway into the storage room.

"Master Attendant, forgive my neglience." He grabs the box from your arms, his voice tight with disapointment in himself but relaxed as your form fits his vision. "You shouldn't be lifting those on your own, not with your station."

You sigh, wiping sweat from your brow before chuckling. "Brownie, I'm almost done. Besides, I own the resturant, it sort of is my job to do the order and keep us stocked."

He puts the box down, popping his head into the kitchen to inform Pudding - who has a very spefifc way of sorting everything - that the order is there before turning back to you. "Yes, and as your butler, it is my job to ease your responsibilites and make your life easier."

You once again let out a soft laugh. "You're a food soul, not a butler."

"I want to be a butler." He murmurs, kissing his teeth and remembers murmuring is not becoming of a gentleman, and says it again, more clearly. "I want to be your butler."

He grabs another box, staring you down when you try to grab another and kicking his hip out at you.

"I carry a gun that weighs more than I do into every battle, I will carry the boxes, master."

"Fine, fine." You wave him off, opening the door for him into the dry storage. "You're such a good boy, Brownie."

He flinches like you shocked him, swallowing any noise he might have made. "Ah... t-thank you, Master Attendant, that means quite a lot. I promise, I won't let you down."

"I know you won't."

Napoleon Cake

"Did someone eat my cake?" He asks, pouting as he lifts the cover off the cake stand. He huffs, crossing his arms. "Master Attendant!" He whines, lifting the cupcake he had taken from a passing tray to his lips. "Have you seen my Angel food cake?" He takes a bite.

You pop your head into the kitchen, letting out a long breath. "Napoleon, you already have a cupcake."

"It's strawberry, it's not the same." He kisses his teeth, chewing through the icing and unable to keep the smile off his face from the taste of sugar on his tongue.

You pause, glancing at where you know you hid it before back at him. "Tell you what, I'll tell you where it is and make sure to get whipped cream for strawberry shortcakes when I go to the shop, if you do some general tidying around here."

He takes another bite, licking his lips. "But that sounds so boring, I think I'm just going to search everything I can think of instead. It's not like it's outside the kitchen."

You sigh.

"I can't stop you, but... please?"

He huffs, pushing the last of his first treat into his mouth, murmuring around his mouthful. "Hmh... Maybe." He says, but is already grabbing the broom.

He drags it behind him like a sulking child with a toy he didn't want, but he does what you asked, even kicking the chairs out of the way so he can get underneath them.

He hums a little as he works, off-key but oddly charming, the handle of the broom thumping rhythmically against the floor. Occasionally, he casts a glance toward the cupboards, as if suspecting one of them might reveal the cake on its own.

You watch from the doorway, arms folded. "You know, if you put half this energy into cleaning on a normal day, I wouldn't have to hide your cake."

"You did it on purpose?" He twirls the broom, much like he does as he recharges his gun, now pointing it at you.

"Of course. You don't do anything unless I bargin with you." You grumble. "I just wish you did more around here, you know? The resturant is my dream and you use it as a sweet dispensery."

He tenses, looking down, the broom's bristles scraping lightly across the tile as he goes still. For a moment, he doesn't say anything. Just stares at the floor like it might hold the words he wants. "Your dream." He repeats, nodding. "I'll do better. I promise, Master."

You open your mouth, wanting to apologies for making him feel bad, but he suddenly makes a break for the far right cabinet.

"And next time you hide something, try not to look at it." He giggles, grabbing the box and pulling it down. He walks by you, kissing your cheek as he opens it. "And I really do promise, I'll have the place swept by the afternoon. No doing it yourself."

B-52

He pats the rollups as he finishes them before he kneels, grabbing the salt and pepper. He pauses. "Master Attendant," he calls, voice even as always, looking at where you're standing at the host stand. "I will grab the ground pepper from downstairs, shall I fetch anything else?"

"Hm?" You turn away from Sandwhich, patting his shoulder as you walk over to B-52. "I'll come down with you, I should check our horseradish and garlic aiolis. I'll bring up some tomato juice for the bar too."

"I could handle that all, there's no need for you to come with." He adds, glancing to the side with an umimpressed expression.

"Then, why-?" He cuts himself off, following.

You nod, already walking to the back of house to descend the stairs into dry storage. "Yes, I know."

You head toward the back hallway together, the hum of the kitchen dimming behind you as you push through the swinging door.

He finally breaks the silence as you're reaching for the horseradish tub. "You know, it's inefficient when you insist on doing things that could easily be delegated. You could be upstairs, managing and defeating the dash customers."

"Ichi's taking care of it. He's overjoyed to get some more hands on experience with Milk and Coffee." You wave it off. "And Pudding's been smacking my hand whenever I try to look at our reservations, he has it handled." You smile, waltzing into the walk-in fridge as he reaches up in dry. "You have to stop worrying, B-52, we're running just fine."

He exhales through his nose, the sound soft but unmistakably displeased. "The bar still requires restocking, we're short on vermouth, and the new shipment of bitters hasn't been unpacked."

You emerge from the walk-in with the aioli containers balanced neatly in your arms, offering him a grin. "I know. It's all on my checklist."

He gives you a look - half disapproval, half resignation - and steps aside to make room as you set the tubs into a tray to ease carrying them up the stairs. "Then you’re working from memory again."

"Only a little," you admit, straightening up. "Ichi took my clipboard. Said it made me look like I wasn't in the moment."

B-52 sighs again, adjusting his gloves with a sharp tug.

"You're mad." You sing out.

"I am not." He refutes.

"You're at least frustrated. Or confused." You shrug. "It's normal."

"I-!" He swallows his complaints, blinking at you. "It's... human?"

You nod, grinning at the food soul. "Yeah, it's human. We all get emotions we can't explain, or get upset over little things, or just get annoyed at somebody. It's normal."

He sighs, nodding. "Then, I admit it, I am confused. Why do you insist on doing the small tasks, allowing your staff to do the larger ones? You let Boston Lobster and Spicy Gluten fight through every fallen that gets too close and barely glance at them, Pudding is allowed to take control of the entire resturant while you refill the sauces, why do you do this?"

You shrug. "I trust them."

"Do I have that same trust?"

"Obviously," you snort, flicking his ear. "you're honest, hard-working, strong enough to handle yourself without me having to micro-manage."

He brushes your hand away, staring at the wall. "You're... I." He grimaces like it hurts him. "I trust you as well."

[yandere-deredere]

food fantasy: b-52

a/n: another favourite of mine!!! b-52 is my absolute tank like this baby is my strongest food soul!!! i wish i had his mechanical storm skinnn ugh!!! warning: excessive cuteness word count: 1286 pairing: b-52 x gender neutral! summoner! reader summary: You forgot to bundle up but, thankfully, B-52 was there to keep you warm

You were different from everyone else and B-52 knew that as soon as you had summoned him.

B-52 told you his name and that he was just a simple cocktail but that he would try his hardest to serve you. He had thought that it was a simple and accurate introduction so that you knew what to expect when dealing with him. That was how he always was; short and to the point but efficient and practical

However, his words seemed to have upset you and you took his hands into yours and told him, with conviction, that he wasn’t simple at all and that there was nothing about him that was anything short of amazing. 

That was how you always treated him. Both people and food souls tended to keep their distance because of his history as a war machine but, to you, he was a wonderful food soul, someone you cared about more than you cared about yourself, someone you perhaps even loved.

It was odd. He usually didn’t let himself indulge in fantasy like that but imagining a world where you loved him always set his heart on fire. 

He didn’t know why. He didn’t even fully understand the word ‘love’ but, still, it was the only thing that fit. What you made him feel was something beyond happy, something more painful than sadness but sweeter than victory. 

He was new to all of these feelings but he knew, intrinsically, that what he felt for you couldn’t have been anything else but love.

Moments like the one he was in only solidified that thought.

He was currently leaning against his motorcycle, the air around him cold. He certainly couldn’t feel the pain of the chill but, obviously enough, apparently you could.

You had settled yourself in between his legs, your arms wrapped tightly around his torso. However, you managed to worm your arms into his jacket so, currently, the two of you were technically sharing one jacket. 

At this point, he wasn’t too phased by the physical contact. You had always been a physical person (at least, towards him). You had made a habit of hugging him and grabbing his hands and looping your arms with him. 

At first, it made him short-circuit. Holding hands with you made his palms sweaty, hugging you made him straighten, looping arms with you made him stumble. Eventually, he had to accept it as part of his new life as your food soul.

That didn’t mean it didn’t make his heart race or his stomach flutter whenever you were too close but it did mean that sharing a jacket wasn’t too big of a deal.

In fairness, he had to admit, it was a very warm jacket too. It also wasn’t all that big however so, though it certainly wrapped around both of you, because it was unzipped, your back was exposed to the harsh snowy weather.

“Master, I told you to layer more clothes, had I not?” B-52’s voice came off monotone like it always did but you didn’t seem to mind because you just looked up at him, pout on your cute lips, your chin resting against his chest.

“I dressed as warmly as I could! It’s not my fault it was way colder than I thought it would be.” You huffed out, your breath leaving your lips as a cloud of vapor. Surprisingly, he felt it fan against his skin, warm and almost tickling.

Then, you sighed loudly “I can’t believe we have to make a delivery in this weather and she’s not even here! We’ve been waiting forever!”

“We have been waiting for approximately six minutes.” He corrected before he could help himself and, really, though he wanted to be treated like a human being, he couldn’t help but act more robotic and machine-like.

Despite that, you took it all in stride and laughed, pressing your body closer to him and nestling your face into the crook of his neck “You really are amazing. I didn’t even know you were keeping track of the time!”

“It’s nothing.” B-52 shook his head as if to deflect your words but your praise already settled in his chest, making his heart beat almost twice as fast.

“In fact, I am not so amazing.” He added almost like an afterthought “My body must be very cold, right?” 

He couldn’t see your face but he could feel your lips shifting into a frown against his skin “And?”

“I cannot even bring my Master the warmth they desire. I apologize.” 

You huffed again, your breath much hotter against his skin now that you were so close “Your worth isn’t tied to how useful you are to me, B-52. You’re more than just… a tool for me to use!”

Your words, like your praise from earlier, settled against his rib cage, fuelling the fire in his chest that threatened to burst through. It felt almost like an attack or perhaps like a bomb, ticking in pace with his heart.

It almost felt like your words would be the end of him.

“Plus, if you wrap your arms around me, I’m sure it’ll be fine!” You added, arms tightening around him as if to demonstrate “You’re so stiff, it’s like hugging a brick wall!”

He frowned further at that but he had to admit that he wasn’t exactly made to be cuddling material. He had been a war machine and, before you, he had no other purpose but to fight and attack. So, really, this was new territory and he didn’t know how to tread.

Slowly and hesitantly, he moved to zip his jacket up. You hummed almost as if you didn’t understand what he was doing but you trusted him enough to let him continue. Then, after you were covered completely by his jacket, he shifted, moving his arms so they encircled your waist and curling his body so he practically wrapped around you. 

You chuckled, nuzzling your cheek against his. He moved his head so he could tuck his face into the crook of your neck, just like you had done only seconds ago with him.

“See? Much better.” You sounded like you were joking but there was a tone of contentment in your voice, like you were comfortable, like you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. 

He liked that thought. B-52 let himself fantasize again; let himself think that, perhaps, with how tightly you held on to him, it was true that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Why would you be so content in his arms if that wasn’t the case?

He quickly pushed those thoughts away. Letting himself dream of such unachievable things was unlike him. Yet, even when he tried so hard to take his mind off of such topics, his chest still burned with that familiar yet so unfamiliar feeling, like the ticking time bomb there was about to explode.

When he said nothing, you spoke up again, voice obviously worried “I mean... you like hugging me, right?”

He quickly nodded, his nose nuzzling against your skin as his cheeks were set aflame and his chest ablaze.

You smiled against his skin again, your worry quickly falling away “Good! I think, if we continue to cuddle like this, your body’ll warm up! Thermodynamics and stuff, right?”

B-52 couldn’t understand how you could be so comfortable cuddling with what was essentially a weapon but he didn’t mind. Though he couldn’t feel the painful chill of the snow, he could feel the warmth of your body, how soft it was against him, how comfortably you fit in his arms.

He hummed, nodding “It doesn’t matter… if you continue like this, it will become boiling hot...”

[yandere-daydreams]

May I ask for yandere hcs for B-52 from Food Fantasy? Thank you <3

Finally, my boy has come home!

~His reaction is more… the next logical step than a real emotional response. When he realizes that your smile makes him happy, that he wants to hold your hand more than he wants to get out of bed most mornings, that your willingness to take care of him is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for him, he starts to think of what he’ll do without you, how painful your death will be. And when he comes to the conclusion that he can’t live without you, he does what he thinks is ‘right’; he protects you, keeps you safe. But, isn’t that what a human would do for their loved one? Protect them without a second thought?

~Surprsingly, he’s the only Food Soul who probably won’t fall in love with his Master Attendant. Maybe you’re one of the mechanics who help him with repairs, or another Soul who saved his life on the battlefield. It really doesn’t matter, as long as you take care of him. As long as he can look up to you and think ‘they care about me’, he’s destined to fall. Hard. Even before he processes his own emotions, he’ll start to follow you around like a lost puppy, making up excuses to see you and hanging around until his welcome far past worn-thin. You might think it’s sweet, just a boy with his first crush, but he’ll just take it as a sign to go further.

~At first, he’ll try to keep things subtle. He won’t stop you from going outside, just following along when you do. He’ll put your responsibilities on himself, ignoring your complaints and just saying something about how ‘you’re not getting enough sleep’. If you seem sick, he won’t drug you or tie you down, but no one is going to see you until you’re better. If you notice his strange behavior during these stages, and ask for space, then he’ll take a few steps back. You won’t even know he’s there from now-on, I promise. B-52 is more than used to keeping a comfortable distance.

~If you don’t stop him, however, things will only get… clingier. He still thinks of this as ‘normal’. A normal human thing that normal humans do with their normal human lovers. Even when he’s locking you in your office, he maintains this attitude. Even as you’re screaming at him for hurting someone after they ‘played-rough’ with you, he doesn’t see what’s wrong. If he’s doing it for you, for your safety, then it can’t be wrong. He’s delusional, in that aspect. And yet, he won’t do anything beyond taking temporary measures without your permission. That doesn’t stop him from asking, though.

~He knows you’re still holding onto the life around you, but you don’t realize how dangerous the world is. So, between heartfelt presents and promises of commitment, he’ll ask you if he can take you somewhere far away, or get rid of that annoyance who’s been bothering you. If you refuse, he’ll back off (until the next time he asks, at least), but all it takes is one absent-minded nod before you’re trapped with him.

~On a slightly lighter note, B-52 loves touching you. Calling him ‘touched starved’ would be an understatement, really. It’s mostly small things, like carrying you or playing with your hair, but he’s not going to stop himself from kissing your cheeks or keeping you in his lap until you’re pushing him away. If it helps, his skin isn’t as cold as you’d expect it to be. If it didn’t start to burn after a while, having him clinging to your side would be damn-near pleasant.

~He’d never lay a hand on you, never do anything you don’t want him to. But…. B-52 loves you. He wants to keep you safe, and if you could be happy while he did that, you two wouldn’t have such a problem. So, you’ll behave, right? He’s known to be rather impulsive when he gets desperate, so you really don’t want to see him after you actually get hurt.

[soul-embers]

Maybe Fallen MA develops craving for blood like food souls who are in danger of falling do (Red Wine and Bloody Mary). They are not happy. Maybe they start secreting strange substances, or throw up flames or have small horns growing on their head. Maybe they develop night vision, maybe they feel themselves suddenly start gaining physical strength in spurts. They try to hide it. B-52 learns anyway is MA asks him to either leave or kill them if they lose their mind.

a/n: huuuuuungh i thought about this all day at work and i finally typed up the little bits i jotted down while working because this is g ood. 

warning: brief mention of the ma putting a dead animal in their mouth. very, very brief, but if that sort of thing is upsetting for you to read then skip to the *  with ctrl + F and just put the * in the serch box. for moible users once you hit the first bit under the read more text will be in-between lines just skip that bit. 

[ re·quest ] 

An itch that started in the back of your throat, making you scratch your neck on and on cursing when you had scratched or rubbed your neck raw to the point of so that blood would prickle in small spots and cling to underneath your nails. You pulled your collar up on your chefs uniform up higher for a time and started to wrap some gauze around your neck to deter the scratching. 

It didn’t help, you kept scratching growing more and more frustrated that you are doing this. Then it happened, Ichi slipped up with a knife in the kitchen the sound of your friend biting back a curse followed by a heavy sigh you laid eyes on blood. It smells so… good. You wanted to taste it, to see if it was as good as it smells, every fiber in your being screams for you to take the blood that’s so freely flowing from beneath Ichi’s skin, but you fight it and treat his cut. 

The days go on, between managing to hide the fact that you are now able to see in total darkness without light or the assistance of your Food Souls is difficult, and hiding how your head would snap to the direction of fresh blood– was hard, but you managed. 

It’s only when you are out late one night, the smell of blood catches your attention once more. A bird laid to the side, dead and bleeding from where you are unsure, but before you know it you are holding the bird in your hands and your mouth fills with still cooling blood– you vomit. Feeling your skin crawl while you run back to your restaurant, repeating under your breath a mantra of ‘i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry’ to the bird while even further in the deeper parts you felt pleased, satisfied and the scratching in the back of your throat vanished. 

*

When you make it back to the restaurant, keys making a racket in your shaking hands while you dropped them and missed the keyholes entirely. It opened to a familiar figure and to one whom you tried to hide your Fallen side from more than anyone else. 

B-52. His eyes focused on you, one amazing blue and orange have you locked in place. All you could do was break down, crumbling against B-52′s solid, warm and familiar form. 

“Attendant… why is there blood and a bird feather around your mouth?” B-52′s tone is cold, and steady cutting straight to the point. You felt your blood run cold, every fiber of your being screams for you to get away from B-52 (he’s going to kill us. run. run run run run!) and you listened to it, but B-52 is faster holding you flush against his form. 

You struggle, trying to push B-52 away words coming out in a mess. You couldn’t. You couldn’t– B-52 didn’t need to handle any more of your problems, he couldn’t, wouldn’t always be here to protect you. If you could spare him from one more thing to worry about then that would be enough for you. 

“Attendant! Tell me what is wrong, is… is it acting up again? Giving you more powers to make you stronger… better when you transform?” 

When you transform… the words echo in your mind and you hate it. Something needs to be done a fail-safe, something that would stop you from reaching that point– turning. You hated the word. 

“B could you… no will you do something for me.” You hesitate for a moment, but press on. You have to ask this, as cruel as it might be B-52 is the one you had to ask to do this for you. 

“What is it?” B-52 responded, carding his hand through your hair, trying not to feel upset at how you dodged the question. 

“If I lose my mind B please… kill me or leave. Take everyone with you if you leave don’t… don’t leave them here to try and save me.” You felt B-52 still against you. The whirring of the fans kicked into a higher setting making you regret asking him, you hate this sound. 

You’ve upset him. 

“No,” B-52′s response is firm, you know that from it you cannot change his mind, but God’s you have to he has to do this for you. You couldn’t… you couldn’t allow yourself to become a threat. 

“I will not kill you or leave you, Attendant. Despite everything that’s happened, despite how you look tonight– you are still you Attendant.” 

You are still you… despite everything. Despite the changes, and despite what you may think… you are still you. 

“Please rest now Attendant. I will not leave you tonight and the store will manage fine without you for a day, so rest. I will be by your side till the end.” B-52 smiled while he hugged you tightly, holding you close while he takes you to your room.

 Helping you to clean up and lay next to you while you fall asleep to the familiar whirring of his fans, and the sight of his smile when he said that he would stay by your side till the end. 

[soul-embers]

No.11 with b-52😶?

a/n: here you go anon! i hope that this is alright! i’ve yet to summon good ol b-52 or biffy as i’ve seen him so lovingly called by everyone in area reviews and world chat. 

so i hope that he isn’t too ooc. 

request is from this prompt list right here! feel free to send one in!

11. “i almost lost you” kiss 

B-52′s warm lips were pressed against yours in mere seconds, the Food Soul holding you close. The kiss is frantic, teeth clicked against one another, a muttered apology between kisses, but B-52 did not pull away if anything he pressed himself even closer to you and kissed you even harder. 

Hand cupping your cheek, thumb rubbing your cheek while the other kept your hips flush against his. Once the two of you had finally parted did you realize that B-52 was crying, the Food Soul’s body shaking while the sobs finally broke free of his lips. 

“I almost lost you Master Attendant,” B-52′s body shook while his sobs wracked his body, but the Food Soul held you close, and you returned the embrace with one of your own. “I didn’t... you weren’t moving. You didn’t answer us. You didn’t answer me. God’s please Master Attendant, never scare me like that again.”